Mithreander
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(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust
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Guilt Puppy
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Furgus: Based on the quality of the silver and the craftsmanship, you'd guess the necklace was worth around 50 gp.
Fendric: "My name's Sam, Sam Barro. An' that's Darden Knuckles." The other halfling nods politely in confirmation, having composed himself more politely. "Anyway, there was another pair of halflings docking when we reached Goodnock, but that's all I've seen."
(OOC - Fast forward to morning at this point, unless Furgus wants to introduce himself during the night. By sun-up, the night remains uneventful.)
Fendric: "My name's Sam, Sam Barro. An' that's Darden Knuckles." The other halfling nods politely in confirmation, having composed himself more politely. "Anyway, there was another pair of halflings docking when we reached Goodnock, but that's all I've seen."
(OOC - Fast forward to morning at this point, unless Furgus wants to introduce himself during the night. By sun-up, the night remains uneventful.)
Guilt Puppy
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Shavah nods, and takes a sip of mild apple-beer left by the halflings earlier. "Can't say I'm surprised... It would be just like these folk to go and do something totally suspicious, just because we're here to be confused by it."
Another sip.
"Cute dog, though."
Another sip.
"Cute dog, though."
dpdx
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"Well, yes, but here's the zenith: When I asked Sam and Darden to tell us what was going on, they replied that Ozzy had specifically asked them not to tell 'you,' and I'm not sure if 'you' means, us all, or specifically, me..."
Fendric nibbled on some leftover chicken, and a crust of bread. It felt good to have actual food, even leftover, and the community of hobbits could put the Temple's finest cooks to shame...
"Anyway, it would seem that the way to Goodnock is safe, if we reached it before the cultists. I'm having much trouble deciding if we should go downriver, presumably to meet them and take the fight to them, or go upriver, to see if we can reach their destination before they do. I have decided, therefore, to enlist the help of the Radiant Light with an augury. If you'll excuse me..."
Fendric goes off to the place where he composed his scroll, sets a measure of incense upon the ground, and lights it. Taking out his holy symbol, he settles himself and enters prayer:
Pelor, Radiant Light, Giver of Life and Warmth, your humble servant, Fendric, entreats thee for guidance: We seek to find and defeat the servants of Nerull, who we believe have captured Father Premule, and wish to do him harm. Would traveling to Goodnock bring us a chance of meeting these foul beings sooner than if we waited here? Weal or woe?"
Fendric nibbled on some leftover chicken, and a crust of bread. It felt good to have actual food, even leftover, and the community of hobbits could put the Temple's finest cooks to shame...
"Anyway, it would seem that the way to Goodnock is safe, if we reached it before the cultists. I'm having much trouble deciding if we should go downriver, presumably to meet them and take the fight to them, or go upriver, to see if we can reach their destination before they do. I have decided, therefore, to enlist the help of the Radiant Light with an augury. If you'll excuse me..."
Fendric goes off to the place where he composed his scroll, sets a measure of incense upon the ground, and lights it. Taking out his holy symbol, he settles himself and enters prayer:
Pelor, Radiant Light, Giver of Life and Warmth, your humble servant, Fendric, entreats thee for guidance: We seek to find and defeat the servants of Nerull, who we believe have captured Father Premule, and wish to do him harm. Would traveling to Goodnock bring us a chance of meeting these foul beings sooner than if we waited here? Weal or woe?"
Mithreander
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Furgus shrugs and places the necklace around his neck. He's not relegious, by any means, but since he took it, he may as well show his respect by wearing it. He looks down at it and then smiles at himself and tucks it under his shirt. No reason to advertise that he had taken it.
Seeing that the halflings seem to have escaped any retredution, Furgus decides to follow them any way... after the other big folk decide to leave them to what they will. 'gifts' they had said. Wondering what that ment, he follows them to get a better understanding. If it seems that everything is on the up and up, Furgus will then return to the inn the other 'big' people seem to be staying.
Upon entering, the he smiles at seeing the others there. His clothing does not stand out from the others in the room, really. Other then the array of hidden daggers about his person, he could pass for a local, which was good, since he did not want to be considered anything else, at the moment.
He moves to the bar, checks his pouch and sighs. He then orders some bread and turns to watch the others in the room, a smile playing accross his face, almost a smirk.
Seeing that the halflings seem to have escaped any retredution, Furgus decides to follow them any way... after the other big folk decide to leave them to what they will. 'gifts' they had said. Wondering what that ment, he follows them to get a better understanding. If it seems that everything is on the up and up, Furgus will then return to the inn the other 'big' people seem to be staying.
Upon entering, the he smiles at seeing the others there. His clothing does not stand out from the others in the room, really. Other then the array of hidden daggers about his person, he could pass for a local, which was good, since he did not want to be considered anything else, at the moment.
He moves to the bar, checks his pouch and sighs. He then orders some bread and turns to watch the others in the room, a smile playing accross his face, almost a smirk.
Guilt Puppy
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Morning comes. You're offered to make use of the facilities at Laddin's, the local inn / tavern / traveler's rest, which include baths, of all the niceties, although it's a tough fit in the tub for Fendric, and especially Nurthk.
Once your morning business is done, you return to find the bar fully decorated with beads and gnomish candles -- Furgus is there to witness the whole messy transformation, and enlisted to help out.
The halflings from last night are there, along with Osbourne, and what appear to be the very same packages, now wrapped more carefully.
Ozzy quiets the crowd with a raised finger -- and that does take a while -- and begins a sort of ceremonial oration.
"It's a tradition, in these parts, that strangers and travelers should be greeted with gifts and hospitality, that when they move on the world entire will hear well of us. That's an old tradition, and one it's been too long since we've met bigfolk with -- so when you came, I greeted you with interrogation, and instead of giving we asked of you a favor. I hope that this morning's festivities, then, make good upon what was missed originally."
"Good sirs, welcome to Boddynock!"
With that the crowd erupts in an unstoppable cheer, and the gifts are opened and passed around... First are the rings, which bear Yondall's horn, each inscribed with a blessing from the townsfolk -- there's one for each of you, including the Heironeans. For the four who fought the undead, however, there is more:
- For Fendric, they've managed to round up a masterwork chain shirt which is, if anything, much too large. To lay over it, they bring a thick velvet mantle, sewn in the colors of Pelor.
- For Niccolo, there is a small saddle and bridle -- confusing at first, until they bring in the riding dog seen last night on the docks. To top it off, they've also brought a rather fine-looking hourglass.
- For Nurthk, they have five vials of what they call "poppy silver..." It seems to be a poison of sorts, which will stun enemies briefly on injury.
- For Hiritus, they have a masterwork longsword, decorated in fine ribbons, and a blessed candle, said to ward off unpleasant dreams.
In addition, Osbourne gives to you collectively a bottle of what he calls Severin Wine, from his private collection. "You may drink it, if you like, but you should know that it'll be worth more than its weight in gold to the right buyer... Especially inland." The cork is sealed under a heavy layer of wax, white marbled with pink, and stamped with a seal in Elvish text.
Furgus: They make no note of the missing necklace during the presentation, although you get a sense of awkwardness here and there.
(doghead: Now's a fine time to show up
)
Once your morning business is done, you return to find the bar fully decorated with beads and gnomish candles -- Furgus is there to witness the whole messy transformation, and enlisted to help out.
The halflings from last night are there, along with Osbourne, and what appear to be the very same packages, now wrapped more carefully.
Ozzy quiets the crowd with a raised finger -- and that does take a while -- and begins a sort of ceremonial oration.
"It's a tradition, in these parts, that strangers and travelers should be greeted with gifts and hospitality, that when they move on the world entire will hear well of us. That's an old tradition, and one it's been too long since we've met bigfolk with -- so when you came, I greeted you with interrogation, and instead of giving we asked of you a favor. I hope that this morning's festivities, then, make good upon what was missed originally."
"Good sirs, welcome to Boddynock!"
With that the crowd erupts in an unstoppable cheer, and the gifts are opened and passed around... First are the rings, which bear Yondall's horn, each inscribed with a blessing from the townsfolk -- there's one for each of you, including the Heironeans. For the four who fought the undead, however, there is more:
- For Fendric, they've managed to round up a masterwork chain shirt which is, if anything, much too large. To lay over it, they bring a thick velvet mantle, sewn in the colors of Pelor.
- For Niccolo, there is a small saddle and bridle -- confusing at first, until they bring in the riding dog seen last night on the docks. To top it off, they've also brought a rather fine-looking hourglass.
- For Nurthk, they have five vials of what they call "poppy silver..." It seems to be a poison of sorts, which will stun enemies briefly on injury.
- For Hiritus, they have a masterwork longsword, decorated in fine ribbons, and a blessed candle, said to ward off unpleasant dreams.
In addition, Osbourne gives to you collectively a bottle of what he calls Severin Wine, from his private collection. "You may drink it, if you like, but you should know that it'll be worth more than its weight in gold to the right buyer... Especially inland." The cork is sealed under a heavy layer of wax, white marbled with pink, and stamped with a seal in Elvish text.
Furgus: They make no note of the missing necklace during the presentation, although you get a sense of awkwardness here and there.
(doghead: Now's a fine time to show up
)
dpdx
Explorer
[Did you roll my augury?]
Fendric stands in his cleric's vestments and accepts his gifts, speechless, with a small tear coming to his eye at the generosity and warmth of the hobbit community. Nodding in solemn gratitude, he accepts the ring, chain shirt and mantle, and immediately tries on the armor right there in the hall. It fits, if loosely, but the mantle helps to keep him from falling out of it altogether. Fendric turns to Hiritus and Niccolo and whispers to them, "Remind me to eat more so I can fill this out, Pelor willing."
Next he tries on the ring. He then looks on as the wine is passed to them, hoping he won't be the one to have to hold it. Finally, he applauds along with the hobbits, for his group. When the applause dies down, he steps forward, resplendent in his new armor, and waits for an opportunity to address the community.
"Dearest friends, I am overwhelmed by your generosity. Thank you, and may the Gods Bless You to the Fullest. I must add that Misters Sam Barro and Darden Knuckles" he pauses to point them out in the crowd and smile, "were most steadfast keepers of your secret, even in the face of some very intense interrogation. Pelor forgive me, and may Sam and Darden forgive me as well."
"It has been a hard journey for us, with no respite but this, and we've many leagues and many moons to go before it is complete. So I am sure I can speak for my brethren when I tell you that your hospitality is like no other, and that I hope all good men get a chance to know such kindness, even if you choose to opt out of the King's latest highway project." He pauses again to wink at Ozzy.
"But if I may turn serious for a moment, I'd like to give you some advice, as it relates to why we are here, what we are doing, and why we must depart. For even as we gather here, discord and strife spread across the Realm, and it is only a matter of time before it reaches even this far North. A man, Thedoric by name, will come to you with evil intent, to divide you against one another. When he comes, you'll know it, because you'll hear his words of conflict, and you'll be tempted to hurt one another, or some community over the next knoll. You'll find yourself simmering with anger at some slight, real or imagined.
But you can defeat this man and you can defeat that discord, if you remember what you know now. You are, and have ever been, a community of hospitality, good will, and above all, love.
Look to the people you see beside you. Help each other. Trust each other. Love each other. Protect each other, and let no man drive a wedge between you. If you meet this challenge as a community, united in purpose and trust, then shall you remain a community, as you've ever been.
Our mission is to spread this message to the far corners of the Realm, and with it, words of wisdom from a departed Hero of the Radiant Order, and while we're here, protect and rescue those to whom it has been delivered.
I imagine that I'll experience more geography and adventure than I'd ever imagined before it's over, and I invite any of you that so desire this life to come along. I can't promise safety, or great reward, but I CAN promise that you'll be helping to complete a worthy task of any of your fellow men.
But I thank you for this, with all my soul. It is an honor to call you, 'friends.' Pelor Bless You, Always."
Fendric, nodding to the others, sits back down, a smile on his face.
Fendric stands in his cleric's vestments and accepts his gifts, speechless, with a small tear coming to his eye at the generosity and warmth of the hobbit community. Nodding in solemn gratitude, he accepts the ring, chain shirt and mantle, and immediately tries on the armor right there in the hall. It fits, if loosely, but the mantle helps to keep him from falling out of it altogether. Fendric turns to Hiritus and Niccolo and whispers to them, "Remind me to eat more so I can fill this out, Pelor willing."
Next he tries on the ring. He then looks on as the wine is passed to them, hoping he won't be the one to have to hold it. Finally, he applauds along with the hobbits, for his group. When the applause dies down, he steps forward, resplendent in his new armor, and waits for an opportunity to address the community.
"Dearest friends, I am overwhelmed by your generosity. Thank you, and may the Gods Bless You to the Fullest. I must add that Misters Sam Barro and Darden Knuckles" he pauses to point them out in the crowd and smile, "were most steadfast keepers of your secret, even in the face of some very intense interrogation. Pelor forgive me, and may Sam and Darden forgive me as well."
"It has been a hard journey for us, with no respite but this, and we've many leagues and many moons to go before it is complete. So I am sure I can speak for my brethren when I tell you that your hospitality is like no other, and that I hope all good men get a chance to know such kindness, even if you choose to opt out of the King's latest highway project." He pauses again to wink at Ozzy.
"But if I may turn serious for a moment, I'd like to give you some advice, as it relates to why we are here, what we are doing, and why we must depart. For even as we gather here, discord and strife spread across the Realm, and it is only a matter of time before it reaches even this far North. A man, Thedoric by name, will come to you with evil intent, to divide you against one another. When he comes, you'll know it, because you'll hear his words of conflict, and you'll be tempted to hurt one another, or some community over the next knoll. You'll find yourself simmering with anger at some slight, real or imagined.
But you can defeat this man and you can defeat that discord, if you remember what you know now. You are, and have ever been, a community of hospitality, good will, and above all, love.
Look to the people you see beside you. Help each other. Trust each other. Love each other. Protect each other, and let no man drive a wedge between you. If you meet this challenge as a community, united in purpose and trust, then shall you remain a community, as you've ever been.
Our mission is to spread this message to the far corners of the Realm, and with it, words of wisdom from a departed Hero of the Radiant Order, and while we're here, protect and rescue those to whom it has been delivered.
I imagine that I'll experience more geography and adventure than I'd ever imagined before it's over, and I invite any of you that so desire this life to come along. I can't promise safety, or great reward, but I CAN promise that you'll be helping to complete a worthy task of any of your fellow men.
But I thank you for this, with all my soul. It is an honor to call you, 'friends.' Pelor Bless You, Always."
Fendric, nodding to the others, sits back down, a smile on his face.
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