A Tale of Two Dragons

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

A blush comes wide across Penthar's face. "My apologies ma'am... my lady... er, um, Old Sal...Sallahtuwlishion" he sputters out, obviously embarassed by his faux pas. He looks down at his feet until the party is ready to leave.

 

[WampusCat43]

Nick soundlessly shouldered his backpack, nodded in the direction of the old woman, and started toward the exit.

That was...interesting, he thought. But I suppose I should play along for now.

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

As the group heads for the exit, Penthar becomes lost in thought for a monent. "War does indeed bring strange bedfellows. A walker of shadows, a dragonkin, a traveler for Kelemvor, a dwarven defender, my friend Faelar, and the newcomer, a human..." Penthar spots the owl perched on his shoulder "...mage of some sort. And we are to change the course of Faerun? I must admit, I'd feel much safer with my men at my back, but what the Simbul wishes, she wishes. And who knows? We might be able to pull this off..."

Penthar turns to Nick. "I'm sorry, but I did not catch your name, young mage."

 

[WampusCat43]

"Nicholas DeLozier, at your service, good sir," the mage replied, with an exaggerated bow. He holds out a finger toward the little owl, which climbs upon it. "And this is my trusty companion, Mousebane."

The bird makes a tiny hoot, and the human stroked its head affectionately. “And you are?” He goes from one adventurer to another, attempting to learn their names and a little about their background. He seems like a genuinely friendly kid.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

As the party talks, Faelar leads the way through the dense woods. They follow a barely traveled trail for a long while. It winds here and there, but Faelar is good at what he does and never loses sight of it. After about an hour of walking, the trail opens up on to an old cobblestone road. It is covered with overgrowth, vines, weeds, and the like. Not far off, a small stone bridge can be seen. On the bridge there appear to be three dark, short forms. They are dangling something over the side of the bridge, but exactly what isn't clear from this angle. Faint, muffled shouts can be heard underneath some raucous laughter coming from the direction of the figures on the bridge.

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

"My name is Penthar Dadadin, and you've already had the pleasure of meeting Regalclaw. I am one of her majesty's elite Aglarondan Griffonriders, though I now on "detached duty" for this mission. Well met, Nicholas." Penthar gives Nick a warm smile, as he goes to stroke Mousebane.

OOC: Handle Animal check 1d20+9 = 22

As the party enters the cobblestone road, Penthar makes note of the disturbance at the bridge. "Ah, what's this ruckus about?" Penthar tries to listen to see if he can make out the shouts.

OOC: Listen check 1d20+9 = 14

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

The shouts are just that: shouts. Laughter, cruel sounding, mixed with the muffled yelps of something just out of sight. They are probably human, though it is not exactly clear. The yelling is not in any kind of decipherable language, just shouts.

 

[Krug]

Brak takes out his age, and tries to make out the figures. He's itching for a battle.

 

[Lefferts]

Zithran starts to walk towards the bridge, without waiting to see if anyone follows.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Brak moves a little closer in order to fully use his dark vision. Zithran strides purposefully toward the bridge. The identity of the figures becomes clearer to them both. They are clearly human and look to be boys no older than 19 years of age. They seem to be dangling someone by the foot over the edge of the bridge. The dangling person is also male and is shouting in fear and anger but not wiggling at all, probably because he is suspended only a few feet above the cursed black water.