(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[wings]

Alright

Far into the night Aerda works, but he gets any paint cleaned off from him, and he lays down to trance 5 hours before daybreak.

He blinks several times, pushing away the trance-induced visions of the past from his mind. He sits up and starts to dress, and check on how the base-paint is drying. He opens a window to let Astrule out to stretch his wings, while Aerda reads over his spellbook. He goes into the common room with still 30 minutes until dawn, hoping he could get some tea. He leaves the painting in the room, locking it and locking and shuttering the window after astrule comes back. He plans to pay for the room again, to store the painting.

New picture of Aerda, drawn by yours' truly,

EDIT: forgot.. about those eye marks/tattoos things... what do you guys think of them, aerda doesnt actually have them, but we are pondering it. 'We' being me and aerda, of course.

 

[Vexed]

OOC: Great pic wings.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Great picture...but aren't you forgetting someone.
OK, so Astrule paid me to write that...man, what am I going to do with a freshly killed rabbit anyways?

 

[Vargo]

Victus trudges off, mooching off of somebody else's room - possibly the floor - and spends a night awake with a grumbling, empty stomach.

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo notices that Victus seems a 'room orphan' and offers to share his room. Besides, I bought an apple pie


OoC:Oh, GP, let me know what an apple pie is gonna run me, or something equivalent, I'm rich now woohoo!

 

[Guilt Puppy]

An apple pie can be specially baked (you can wait up for it, or you can have it baked tomorrow morning before you get up -- your call) for 4 silver.

The rooms are comfortable and quiet -- although Victus can imagine a nicer floor -- and the night passes calmly, except for any lingering worries about those you passed at the gate. Whatever is happening, life seems to continue here...

Come morning, what are your plans, individually and collectively?

(Edit: And how could I forget to mention? Wings, excellent drawing, many kudos or whatever is appropriate. If every d20 product had art of that quality, I would be much happier with my bookshelf )

 

[dpdx]

Fendric wakes up refreshed, and wanting to deliver the letter to Brother Premule immediately and get out of this dungheap of a town. As tactfully as he can, over a morning meal, he makes these feelings known to his comrades.

"Shall we deliver the letter NOW (and get out of here under the cover of sunlight) while we can? Remember, friends, Sir Exantrius, Pelor keep and protect him, suggested we needed to move with haste, so as to thwart Thedoric before he could sow the seeds of discontent. And I can think of no better place to get a move on from, if the Light of the Dawn can make my meaning any more clear...

Fendric believes Aerda has Brother Premule's letter, and will want to keep that in mind as they go see Brother Premule, hopefully soon.

 

[wings]

Hrm

Aerda pats his side-bag. "Yes, I have it.. I agree that we should get this letter off and be on the road before the sun climbs to high in the sky."

He will head the party after everyone has eaten, unless someone else takes the point.

 

[Vargo]

"Sounds good to me." Victus proclaims, and backs up the point man.

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo gathers his things and falls in with the group, ready to deliver the letter.