(Adventure) The Monestary of Saint Feragon <Judge:Macbeth>

[dpdx]

[Canvas tarp? Can't be plastic... ]

Rurik smiles at Bron when he pulls out the tarp: "A-Har! Fair enough. But make sher that thing is far enough away not t'catch, a'right? I'll gather some wood, then, an' mebbe some stones aroon the edge?"

Rurik goes off to do just that, taking a look around the immediate area and its perimeter, but still keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings (with darkvision) in case something should jump out at him.

 

[nimisgod]

At this point, the halfling makes it his job to tether, water and feed the mounts that haven't been taken care of yet. He is gentle and kindly in his distribution of the food. Even though he has some favoritism for Courage, he makes sure that it is not at the detriment of the other mounts.

 

[dpdx]

Coming back with his first armful of wood, Rurik piles it beside the firepit, and turns to Bron. "These're feral beasts, right? D'ya think they'd be afraid of fire?"

Rurik then sets to work with his miner's pick and shield, taking patches out of the ground until a pit roughly a foot deep and two feet in diameter is dug in. Rurik then leaves again to collect stones for the edge, but not before passing Sir Ishmael at the horses. "I was meanin' ta tell ya back at the station, Ishmael, but I'm much obliged to have ya at our side in the fightin'. Ya pack a mean sledge, and anyone who's willin' ta stand in is a'right by me. I'm sorry I misjudged ya. Oh, an' thanks fer feedin' my steed." Rurik wipes the dirt off his hand before extending it in community. "Forgiven?"

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Sturm, who spends much of the evening napping between spots where he can see a quick way to be useful, takes the time to appreciate Rurik's firepit once it's going.

"No bad job there, lemme say. 'n easy to kick over 'n cover come wakin'. But once the frothin' monst'ries get all took care of, tha' night fer camp I'd like'n take time'n build a proper pit, somethin' where ye can roast a rabby or two, camp somethin' proudly. Mud up 'ere looks vexin' poor fer bakin' between stones, but fer a night o' celebratin' it should hold, 'n tha's all we need."

 

[Kahuna Burger]

At this point, the halfling makes it his job to tether, water and feed the mounts that haven't been taken care of yet. He is gentle and kindly in his distribution of the food. Even though he has some favoritism for Courage, he makes sure that it is not at the detriment of the other mounts.

Cirus makes a good faith effort at eating the grain he is provided, before giving up and trying to lick the halfling's face. Kirin, once she has set up her little tent, rescues Ishmael with some dried jerky and bullion to mix up with the grain and water, which the big dog sets to with a vengance. "Ah, if my father had not been a breeder of these mutts, I'd have turned to ponies long ago... they can feed themselves in a pinch and don't forget everything they ever learned when they see a rabbit." She removes the dog's simple tack and applies some salve anywhere the straps might have chafed. "But I suppose you can't judge a real battle rider by this wardog dropout. Have you always been partial to ponies, or did you ever work with one of the battle breeds? My uncle was famous for his Corded Chargers..."

 

[Kahuna Burger]

OoC: So, I have Telerin,Aranel,Rurik with Holy Water. I'll give Kirin one as well, as K-B is away ths weekend I think (from a post she left in eneral Disc).
I see 1 vote for Daylight and some 'I dont care either way' votes. If folks could just post their decision, I will move it that direction.

Kirin would perfer to be at full spell complement beore braving the monestary. (she did spend the one cure). She will take next to last watch, then perform an introspective ceromony in the hour before dawn to focus her abilities on the task before her...

 

[nimisgod]

"Forgiven?"

Sir Ishmael takes a moment from his activity to wipe his hand upon his surcoat before firmly grasping Rurik's hand. "I am glad to have gained thine trust in this mission. I do not blame thee for thine harsh expectations of myself, however. First hand assumptions are natural and even life-saving. In these times of danger, it is reliance in these instincts that keep our heads still upon our shoulders." Sir Ishmael gives a small, barely noticable shudder upon memory of the Roadwarden's gruesome death.

The halfling addressed the rest of the party heartily but without being overly noisy for those already aslumber. "I should like to say to everyone that I have firm faith in thee all. As I would watch thine flanks, I trust that thou wilt watch mine."

"Thine thanks in mine duty means greatly to me, Mast-, I mean Rurik. Mayhap we may share an ale or beer after this duty is finished."

ooc: I'm for going in the daylight, if only for in-character reasons. I'm okay with going in the dark though, since I have darkvision as well.

 

[nimisgod]

"But I suppose you can't judge a real battle rider by this wardog dropout. Have you always been partial to ponies, or did you ever work with one of the battle breeds? My uncle was famous for his Corded Chargers..."

Sir Ishmael watches Kirin work with interest. "Nay, Lady Kirin. I have never worked in such close quarters with these beasts. The dogs are noble to view, slobber nonewithstading. There is some sentimentality involved in mine choice of mount, I suppose. Courage was a mount given charge to myself by mine mentor, Sir Mazan Ironforge "

For a short moment, the halfling's eyes look blank with fond recollection. "He said that the warpony matched me in impatience and valor. Thus, I named him Courage." He pats the warpony affectionately.

"Wherever I go, I always have Courage with me" Sir Ishmael smiles at Kirin, his attention back on track. "I have Courage with me simply because he abides by mine company and becuase he was chosen for me by mine mentor."

"So, Cirus is a drop out eh? We have something in common then" laughs the Halfling

 

[dpdx]

Rurik nods his assent to Sturm's assessment of his work.

"Thine thanks in mine duty means greatly to me, Mast-, I mean Rurik. Mayhap we may share an ale or beer after this duty is finished."

Rurik fishes a clay jug out of his pack and holds it up. "Aye, and I've just the thing, for all o' us, when the battle is won and the day is done: me mum's own Ale. This here'd drop a pony in two mugs, if it warn't animal cruelty ta give it ta 'im. Harrr!"

Rurik deposits the jug back fondly in his pack.

 

[Uriel]

Listening to the interplay between the folk as they set about making a temporary camp, Bron smiled to himself.
These young'uns should do fine in the World, if only they survived this mission. Though he had no special vision in the dark, Bron would have favored going in at night, as there was always the chance that some of the ferals might find them here camped outside like this.
No matter, morning it was, then.

Bron Bekkle offers to take first watch, lasting four hours of the eight that it would be 'dark'. He suggests that Rurik remain on watch with him, then the second watch could ake over halfway through the night.

<Ishmael and Aranel sound like good choices, as Aranel would have meditated by then and Ishmael, like Rurik has Darkvision>

The night passes with little in the ways of disturbance. Once, Ishmael felt something evil grow near, but it headedoff after only a few moments.

Come dawn <or what passes for dawn in the gloomy rain>, the Monestary can be seen down the hillside, something like a Quarter of a mile away. No signs of damage, burning or otherwise are evident, though the morning blls did not toll, as one would expect. Birds chirp i the wet trees, shouting their indignation at the perpetual rain and the horses nose about in atempt to reach grasses just out of reach.

OoC:Kirin and Telerin, please note your day's spells.