(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Guilt Puppy]

(Retro posting is indeed allowed -- just because one of you or an NPC have a lot to say at once, doesn't mean the rest of you become vocally crippled, after all In general it's nice to avoid it, to preserve flow & continuity, but if you feel it's appropriate, go ahead...)

The man is indeed garbed in the colors and symbols of Heironeous, the Fist of Bolts shining proudly on his breast. Even the pommel of his sword, you'll notice, has etched into it a sharp stroke of lightning...

He looks at Aerda, somewhat questioningly: "Not a poor judgment, though curious. Shall we leave, then, to the safety of the temple? If this was not a random act" -- he looks over toward the scene of the incident, where things remain quiet and standoffish -- "I would prefer to see you kept safely."

(Edit: As hinted at previously, I will be leaving tonight for about a week's time... Big road trip which has never really been set in stone, so I apologize for the short notice... I'll drop by before we leave, and move things along enough to leave you somewhere where you have time to sit and discuss things amongst yourselves, try to sort out what's happened, or just chit-chat in-character... Basically to keep the thread alive, so that some of the people who haven't posted in a while can come back if they care to )

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo brightens at the prospect of a a Proper bed and meal.'Well, I for one wouldn't mind a bath. I am beginning to smell a bit like Fendric's horse, I should say.' Taking out his Violin, the Gnome plays a little ditty and capers about as they walk, his Spirits lifted a bit.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(We're packing the car to leave as I write this -- plan had been to head off tomorrow, but we decided we might as well try to beat traffic -- but I won't be posting again for a week.)

Brother Premule leads you back through town to the main temple of Heironeous, in the town center, past more than one walled, patrolled gate... He seems somewhat in a hurry, and tries to gather the details of what has happened, specifically wondering if you knew the attacker, knew why anyone might attack you specifically, and so forth...

Arriving at the temple, he has a young hand take your horses to the stable, and arranges a room for you -- in the basement, but with ample lamps and matches, and not all too humid. Very clean, meticulously so in fact... While still just one room for the six of you, it is fairly spacious, eight beds spanning in four bunks with room to stretch and breathe between them. He stations to guards at your door, who he says will bring you anything you need that they can get you -- within reason, of course. Aside from that, you will have your privacy: The door is thick, and it is unlikely they could make out even a heavy whisper.

With that he bids you goodnight, saying he will be back in the morning for you, with whatever news he can work together during the night.

(So that's that -- keep it up at whatever pace you like, take the opportunity to do some pure roleplaying if it suits you Feel free of course to control the guards and the environment, within reason of course, and anything else to keep up the fun. I'll be back in a week.)

 

[dpdx]

Fendric looks around curiously at the Temple of Heironeous, taking care not to offend any of the brothers therein with worship of a different god, albeit one on the same side of the spectrum. Tucking away his silver holy symbol, Fendric sits down to eat at the table.

"I wish to apologize to everyone for my impatience," he says to his companions. "I should have waited to speak to Father Premule until we could have some privacy. If it should happen to jeopardize any one of you, or this mission, I shall be profoundly sorry indeed."

"On the morrow, I shall try to find the Temple of Pelor here in town, so that I may get word of my extended absence to Father Duff in Hedrogura."

 

[Reiter]

Aerda

(Hey, this is still Aerda, I just forgot the password after accidently deleting the cookie that left me logged in)

Aerda shrugs at Fendric's apology, "No harm done, You had the best intentions for the group I'm sure. It's just that the ring went off.. Something was at unrest in that locale." He goes about digging through his bag, assembling a travelling easel from a small wooden box that also holds an assortment of painting knives and different pigments. He carefully unrolls the painting he had been working on, and after a few moments of thought, he continues where he had left off.

"It is too bad that we left the letter there, hindsight is always keener than even an elven sight." He says, in bemusement.

Astrule struts about on the talons that were meant for perching and rending prey's fresh, not for walking.

 

[Reiter]

Arrgh!

Let not this game go down, it's to good. ... If nothing else, anyone is free to message me.

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[dpdx]

[Oh, I'm not giving up on this game, it's just that my character has probably gone as far as he can go until Guilt Puppy gets back.]

 

[Guilt Puppy]

The night drags on much longer than it seems it should (sorry about that )... Early, though, you arise to a knock at the door: Father Premule calls out politely but insistently for your awakeness.

"I apologize if you would rather not be up so early, but it's a busy time and much busier now in light of what happened last night... But I sense a resolution soon. In any case, I've made time for breakfast and I hope to share it with you."

He leads you to a private dining room, with dishes of pork, potatoes, and rice set around the center, and excuses the guards. Regardless, the same lust for secrecy rears its head in Aerda as he asks:

"Now, what was it you had to say about Sir Exantrius? Some letters?"

 

[Reiter]

Hrm

Aerda stands, "Sorry to prolong the conversation, but I tell my party, say nothing just yet." He sends an imperitave tone with his command, and he nods his head to excuse him from the table. He goes about checking each door and wall, looking for the source of his discomfort. If nothing is around, He tell Astrule to go circle the building. As a last resort he confronts Father Premule. "Yes, we mentioned the name, but perhaps you could do me a seemingly superflous courtesy. Give us full proof of your Identity, as well as your intentions."

The small elf almost seems to have become paranoid, his eyes checking his surrounding, trying to unravel the mysterious signs the ring gives. He had spent his life trusting magic, there wasn't a reason to stop now.

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo relishes finally getting to sleep ina proper bed after so many nights on the road.
Rising with a chipper attitude, the young Gnome performs his waking and cleaning, spendng a few minutes running up and down his Violin's neck in scales to wake up his fingers.
;Breakfast, that is somehow the most exquisite word in whatever language that it is uttered.' Thinkng for a moment Niccolo corrects 'Well, not in Draconic....Gaskaulkaa....it means breakfastAND guest. Very unnerving, that.' Niccolo winks at Merrim and heads down for breakfast.