(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Mithreander]

Furgus bows to Nurthk, and looks abashed toward him. "Ya, well, no I mean! What are you doing taking that ... that ... stranger there in my place?!" he asked, his hurt feeling showing in the rage that flushes his cheeks. "I was here first, and you chose him! Him!" he points to the mionkish individual acusingly. "I wanted to go, but was I given a chance? No! Well, is that fear now... well is it?! I think not. I think you should allow me to chellenge this new upstart for the possition!"

The halfling moves hand to cover the hilt of his dagger, looking murder at ther group and the newcomer.

 

[dpdx]

As Shavah runs off to check on the Heironeans, Fendric turns his attention (and walks over) to Nurthk and his 'friend.' (The little fellow seems to be upset about something...)

"I was here first, and you chose him! Him!" he points to the mionkish individual acusingly. "I wanted to go, but was I given a chance? No! Well, is that fair now... well is it?! I think not. I think you should allow me to challenge this new upstart for the possition!"

"It's not a competition, friend, and there's no 'position' open. If you wanted to join us, too, nothing's stopping you, not even Xiao Yu."

Fendric watches the halfling's hand move to his dagger. "Careful; those are my friends. I wouldn't suggest to interrupt this revelry with armed combat."

 

[Mithreander]

Furgus listens to the man and then smiles at the end of his short oration. "So, you'll open another spot for me then? Wonderful! I thought that you jobes look like a fair group! Anyway, that stranger seems to be well worth having about! So, when do we leave!?" His hand moves away from the dagger with ease, and his embarassment but a memory, if that. He grabs both of the individuals arms in a companiable fation and heads to the rest of the group. "Well, it is a true pleasure to meet you both! And your friends of course! You can call me Furgus, though most call me a pain in the arse, but who can really understand most people?"

As he goes through the crowd, he lets the two companions move on their own and his hands stray to other places. Probably places that they don't belong. Moving through the crowd, it seems that his pouch grows and those around him shrink. It's done almost absentmindedly and without mallice. It matters little to him what he gets, as long as it's something 'new' to him, and since he's never been here, everything is new to him!

Upon reaching the others he smiles up at them, a child among adults (except ythe gnome, of course). "How are you! Nice to meet you! Yes, I have skill aplenty, and can aid you in more ways then even you may think of! What are those skills you ask? Well, I'm a fighter, a scout, a point man, a rear guard, an extra set of eyes," he elbows one of the others and says to him "and who couldn't need one of those!" he turns back to the others and continues. "Fear not, for I'll carry my weights worth and purhaps even a bit more! I'm looking forward to this enterprise, and can not wait to begin!Are we leaving soon?"

 

[dpdx]

"Well, it is a true pleasure to meet you both! And your friends of course! You can call me Furgus, though most call me a pain in the arse, but who can really understand most people?"

"Well met, Mr. Furgus. I'm Brother Fendric of the Temple of Pelor in Hedrogura, and this is Nurthk of St. Cuthbert. The musical master you see there is Niccolo, Brother Hiritus went outside, and you've already noticed Xiao Yu. We have with us also a number of Heironian clergy on our way to rescue Father Premule."

As he goes through the crowd, he lets the two companions move on their own and his hands stray to other places. Probably places that they don't belong. Moving through the crowd, it seems that his pouch grows and those around him shrink. It's done almost absentmindedly and without mallice. It matters little to him what he gets, as long as it's something 'new' to him, and since he's never been here, everything is new to him!

From his position at the front, Fendric doesn't notice any theft going on. If he did, he'd probably demand that the offender return the items to their rightful owners.

"Fear not, for I'll carry my weights worth and purhaps even a bit more! I'm looking forward to this enterprise, and can not wait to begin! Are we leaving soon?"

"I'm sure you will, and I'm sure we will be underway by dusk, once we decide to where, the Radiant Light willing. I imagine the Heironians will have an opinion. Perhaps we should cut short the festivities and begin that discussion, if we hope to indeed be underway by then."

Fendric waits for a song to conclude, and then walks (a little easier, as the ale seems to have worn off) to the front of the area where the musicians have gathered.

"My good friends, the hour has drawn near where we must continue on our way, as I'm sure the guardsmen are getting restless. You have my eternal gratitude for everything you have done, my word that I'll try to divert any road builders from here that I encounter, and my solemn promise that I shall return someday if ever I am able. May the gods bless this community forevermore!"

Fendric gathers his things, plus an extra couple pieces of chicken, and steadily heads out the front door of the inn, shaking hands, kissing young women on the cheek, etc. When he gets outside, he'll return to the spot at the river where the Heironians have taken up position.

 

[Festy_Dog]

At first Nurthk appeared confused by the halfling's outburst, but was relieved when Fendric corrected him.

After the introduction Nurthk's attention was drawn elsewhere thus allowing no chance of him observeing Furgus' cleptomania.

He is reluctant to leave the halflings' company, but bids them a hearty farewell before meeting the others outside.

"Our numbers have grown a little, which will likely be for the better," he says when he gets out there.

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo smiles at the spasticly talkative Halfling. It was about time that there were some proper-sized Folk in this group. Then, he moves over to his new steed, taking in the dog's lines and checking the brisket and such. He saw some dog trainer do that once in another city. What to name the Valient steed, Titus? No...that's a small dog's name. Gertrude? Um, no...this fellow was, well...a fellow. Aha! 'I shall call you Alexander! That is a fine name for a noble Steed.
Checking that Alexander's saddle and bags weren't too tight, Nico went about affixing his backpack and other things to the Dog's harness.

 

[doghead]

Xiao sits and watches the as the party fragments and people begin to disperse. It was a wonderful experience playing with Biddle and Niccolo. He knows that his performance was not in their league, but he was part of it. But now its time to go.

Go! I have not had a chance to ask about a bath! I'm sure I saw a bath house here. And food! I cannot leave without eating something also. The food smells delicious.

With as much haste as is dignified, Xiao gathers up his staff and hat and hunts out the innkeeper and attempts to arrange a parsel of food to take with him. Once sorted, he follows the others outside and to wherever. One the way he grabs his backpack from behind the dusty roadside bush beside the inn.

 

[Mithreander]

Furgus nods to those he's introduced to and when they break up, goes his own way. He moves to the hearth of one of th fireplaces in the room and asks for a place to be cleared. He then does a hand stand and says to the crowd, "Seems that some of you are ready to leave. Well, for those that like to stay up late, I'll be happy to entertain you with feats of agility!" he bends his elbows, then pushing down flips in the air and lands back on his hands in the same place he had left. He then lifts a hand and in the air and waving at one of the wee little ones starts to hop up and down on the one hand. His feet curl under him so that he resembles a two legged xorn that's hopping on one leg and starts to talk to the children present about what wonderful adventures he would see with the new group that he was a part of.

"And dragons we will slay, and send the devels that have cursed this land back to the hell they spawned from. And we'll do it with ease!" with that, he once more jumps in the air and lands on his feet and jumps up to the very small mantal over the fireplace, being careful not to upset the lantern, stoneware and spitoon set there for the customers.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Titus? No...that's a small dog's name. Gertrude? Um, no...

The party continues as you exit -- you may be the guests of honor, but just because you leave the room is no good reason to stop the fun, after all. Outside, things are much more quiet: There's little activity in the town, and those who come out of the tavern are quick to scurry on and out of your privacy. The wind blows swiftly through the cleft between the hills, and the soft grey of the clouds warns of coming weather.

While the other Heironeans sit watch, Shavah joins your number, speaking for them or maybe for herself.

"You know, I think Fendric has a point... If Premule was to come through here, it would have happened by now. Maybe we're too late... Maybe just off course. I could see staying another night, but no more. If we aren't rescuing Premule here, then I'm sure we're needed back home... And you four -- you six, I mean -- you have your own road to follow, don't you?"

She says the last softly -- beneath her words, you can hear the crunching of pebbles along the path as Hiritus approaches. His hands are stuck in a shoving match trying to keep the blonde locks from his eyes, Pelor's colors pressed tight against his frame. Judging by the boyish bob of his step, it doesn't look as though he's gotten any older in the past two days.

"What's the good word?" he asks, then looks toward Xiao, holding out a hand of greeting. "Excuse me, I don't believe we've met. I am Hiritus, Brother in Pelor."

(OOC - Yeah, so where are you guys headed next?)

 

[doghead]

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She says the last softly -- beneath her words, you can hear the crunching of pebbles along the path as Hiritus approaches. His hands are stuck in a shoving match trying to keep the blonde locks from his eyes, Pelor's colors pressed tight against his frame. Judging by the boyish bob of his step, it doesn't look as though he's gotten any older in the past two days.

"What's the good word?" he asks, then looks toward Xiao, holding out a hand of greeting. "Excuse me, I don't believe we've met. I am Hiritus, Brother in Pelor."

Xiao pauses a moment then replies in a slightly puzzled voice. "Truth is a good word. It's one of my favourites."

The out streched hand he knows what to do with. He seizes it with relief and gives it a vigorous shake. "I am Xiao Yu. Pleased to meet you, Hiritus, Brother in Pelor." Rather pleased that he remembered not to bow and caught the "in", he forgets himself and bows.