Adventures in the lands of Syrael (IC)

[penance]

And so, the party reached a consensus to aid the possible allies in the north. Luhal and Carper returned, bringing with them the deer they had caught, and Iando made a succulent meal for the entire party from it. Then, the next morning, they left the cozy tunnels of Sharindon and started walking along the dirt road. Soon, it rejoined the main highway headed to the northeast, which would reach the fair city Sarim at the deltas of the Devartwhy River, but that was not their destination. Their goal lay a day and a half to the northwest, in the forest nearby Swotear. The group followed along the finely made road, noticing the occasional traveller going the other way. Heclar took a close look at the rock, and observed the excellently mage-crafted stone.

And so they walked along the ancient highway, until dusk approached. Iando noticed a nice hill to camp on, an idea which the party took on with great glee. Silverdrake, Luhal, and Carper queitly left to forage for something edible, while the rest of the party spread out the bedrolls and gathered the wood to start a fire. By the time the hunters returned, the camp was prepared and ready. A few quick garnishes and some time in the fire, and another excellent vension meal was ready.

As they waited for the food to be ready, Silverdrake told them about a rarely used path that would take them close to the Swotear Forest. According to his memory, it was about three hours walk from where they were.
Then, they sat around the fire and ate, they party members chatted with each other.

 

[Rhun]

Randmar "Silverdrake" Fairwynn

"It is good to be free again," says the ranger as he eats his meal, sitting near to the fire. "A innocent man should never be forced to wear shackles. The times are growing dark, though, I'm afraid. Orcs roaming the lands, slavers snatching folk in the dark, foul undead raiding caravans...something is amiss. I feel as if some nameless evil that has slept for long years is suddenly beginning to stir."

 

[Priest_Sidran]

"Aye, all the songs they'll write of these times will be epic and that is for sure" Iandon says leaning into the fire for its warmth" It's even better to be on the road again, the feel of dirt on the feet" Iandon gets a far off look on his face"Companions at the fire again It felt so lonesome before I met Ostu, and Nisoya"

With that Iandon's face lightens and a lop sided smile crosses his face. While feeding his hawk he begins to hum and old lullaby quietly. He brings out his journal and writes a few words in it, and then heads over to pack, Fishing his bedroll out he goes in search of a spot without to many lumps. "I'll take the next watch should anyone want me to" And with that the half-elf falls immediately asleep his hand on his sword hilt

 

[Al the Absentminded]

Luhal has no tent or bedroll. It takes the party some getting used to, but he prefers to sleep as a wolf when travelling. So far only Silverdrake can tell him and Carper apart when they are curled up together.

"I'll take 3rd watch. Be up anyway to greet the sun.

"'Fore I sleep, 'Drake, think we should send ahead? I have Animal Messenger - wave kidney, get hawk, and they know we're coming."

-Albert

 

[jkason]

Weel Naxel, roguish cleric

Weel leans back and watches as his new companions prepare for bed.

"Such a short time into my wandering, and already so many new things to discover," he mutters.

"My mind's racing a bit as it is," he offers up, smiling. "I might as well take the first watch. Should we have two to a watch, just to keep us honest? Anyone up for a few hours of listening to the world with me?"

 

[Rhun]

"Ha! I would send Slade, if that damnable bird was about. 'Course, he'd probably just offend someone with his foul tongue. One day that bird is going to cross the wrong person, and wind up with an arrow in his gizzard!" Silverdrake glances about, wondering were his crow had gotten to. Probably off foraging for food. With a shrug, the ranger turns his attention back to Luhal. "Sending ahead is probably a good idea, though. It wouldn't do for the elves to mistake us as enemies afore we have a chance to talk with them."

 

[Al the Absentminded]

The message is carefully scratched out on a bit of sheetbark from a tree. On one side, the elven runes for 'friends', the name of the trail they planned to take, and the time they expected to arrive (around noon). On the other side, druidic symbols told their numbers and Luhal's estimation of their strength as combatants.

A bit of kidney waved, a hawk enticed and enchanted, careful directions to the closest known elven hold, and the bird was off.

"'Morrow, all goes well, we bloody our fangs." Luhal says afterwards, grinning. "Fun. Won't be much, but fun. Real problem is vipers at Court. Games for men who haven't faced death in years, misery for all others. Pity we can't clean that nest out. Too many Great Heroes.

Watch by twos is only prudent. I know 'Drake, everyone else just met. 'Lexcia, early to bed, early to rise? 'Morrow, plenty of time to limber up for fighting - maybe even spar while Carper guards."

-Albert

 

[Lot]

Ostu stands up, drawing his longsword. The flawless blade gleams as it catches the firelight and the intricate silver guard and hilt almost glow. He starts practicing some slashes, spinning the blade around himself with surprising speed.

"I'm up for first watch, if you don't mind my company. Not very tired yet, anyway.

He lunges at his invisible foe.

"Thanks for another good meal, you all. I'm lucky to be with such gifted woodsmen. For me, foraging for food is going to a new inn for the first time. In truth, I've never eaten so well."

Ostu suddenly grabs his side with a groan.

"But maybe I should wait longer to digest before exercising."

 

[jkason]

Weel Naxel, roguish human cleric

Ostu suddenly grabs his side with a groan.

"But maybe I should wait longer to digest before exercising."

Weel chuckles at the man's antics, then nods. "You'll be most welcome company on watch, Ostu."

 

[Rhun]

His meal finished, Silverdrake sets atop his bedroll and takes a rag and jar of metal polish from his pack. With loving care, he begins to polish and buff his weapons, starting with his beautifully crafted warhammer. As he works on his weapons, he silently watches Ostu go through his excercise routines with a keen eye.