(Casual D&D II) The Fellowship of the White Dove

[Uriel]

OoC:My last post mentioned getting my steed (That'd be Alexander) ready for the next leg of the journey. I don't have much to trade for food. I think I have about 10 Gp in total. I will buy/trade for extra waterskins and rations. Whatever that will get me, minus a single coin to flip (he does that).

IC

Niccolo looks to the new dog that had joined the Company, laughing and saying 'What a fine pooch that is! Perhaps we can race them. What say you Alexander!?!' After a moment, Niccolo smiles and says (rubbing his chin) 'P'raps a chariot...'

 

[dpdx]

[Hmm. Tricky. Okay, let's see if I can make this fit. I'm going to drive that scene from Fendric's side of it, GP, so I hope you don't mind if I borrow Yattro. I got 16 on my INT check, so I'm taking that as license to recognize Manderock.]

With those of elven blood, even in half-measures, sensory information comes all at once, and in copious amounts. Often, as it is too much to process at the moment, the subject files some of it away for later, maybe even for trance, where he has time to learn from it in detail.

As Fendric came in, he saw a man pleading on bended knee to Father Yattro, muttering about Hedrogura. 'Must... NOT... Go There!' As Yattro comforted the man as best he could, Fendric held up the last of his incense from the halfling village, and pointed at the rations, which Yattro had conveniently arranged on a table.

Yattro, taking his eyes off the man for a microsecond, managed to wrest a hand free and hold up four fingers. Fendric immediately understood that to mean, 'the incense will get you four packets of rations - deal?', and as he did not want to disturb Yattro's ministrations, indicated his consent by leaving the incense on the table, taking the agreed-upon amount of rations, and walking back outside.​

Which is why it doesn't hit Fendric until just now. And now that it has, he can't keep his mind off it. And he certainly can't leave, yet.

"A second, if you will. If you'll permit me to delay us for just a minute more, I must see to something back in Yattro's room. Begging your pardon. We still have to decide if it's over the pass to Eivanrach, or back the way we came, after Father Premule. Be thinking about your decision on that - I shan't be much longer."

Not daring to disturb his pack after it had met with Raven's approval, Fendric marches back into Yattro's.

He enters the room to find it much the way he left it. Yattro, the incense on the table where the rations used to be, and the old man, sobbing and on his knees. He catches a glimpse of the old man's face, and he nearly breaks out in tears of happiness.

(I DO know this man.)

In his excitement, he shouts the rather impolite name the acolytes had for him, back in the day:

"Manderock the Merciless?? Pelor stun me with a leaden brick! I don't believe it! Come, gather your things - we travel to Eivanrach, and I MUST hear of home!"

 

[Tonguez]

Orbril wakes and realises that half the day has already gone. Opening his eyes he is happy to see that the crowd from the night before is still about and thus he may have some company on the next stage of his travels.

Rising quickly he joins the others trying to make out what they may be up to

(PS Orbril has a level of Druid and I was hoping to meet an animal companion after leaving the Wayhouse. I was thinking a 'badger' for the fluff aspects, but perhaps a wolf would be quicker (and cooler too) IF he can use that as a mount)

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Apparently, that animal has quite the formidable tongue, Nurthk. May Cuthbert protect you from being licked to death with it."

"Haha, he's a fine dog. He used to be a sled puller before we left the mountains, I'm sure he's still got it in him if we need it," Nurthk replies, giving Griscle a vigourous rub behind the ears.

"I'll lead, Nurthk and the horrible tongue as rear-guard?"

Nurthk nods.

"Last one there is a rotten egg."

"So I'm a rotten egg now am I?" he remarks, looking smug.

"A second, if you will. If you'll permit me to delay us for just a minute more, I must see to something back in Yattro's room. Begging your pardon. We still have to decide if it's over the pass to Eivanrach, or back the way we came, after Father Premule. Be thinking about your decision on that - I shan't be much longer."

"It's no trouble, take your time," Nurthk says.

Hmm, I just came along to protect the party. Where would I want to be going? Better think it over, dunno if I'll come to a conclusion though.

Rising quickly he joins the others trying to make out what they may be up to.

"Morning Orbril, coming with us?" Nurthk asks.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Apparently, that animal has quite the formidable tongue, Nurthk. May Cuthbert protect you from being licked to death with it."

"Haha, he's a fine dog. He used to be a sled puller before we left the mountains, I'm sure he's still got it in him if we need it," Nurthk replies, giving Griscle a vigourous rub behind the ears.

"I'll lead, Nurthk and the horrible tongue as rear-guard?"

Nurthk nods.

"Last one there is a rotten egg."

"So I'm a rotten egg now am I?" he remarks, looking smug.

"A second, if you will. If you'll permit me to delay us for just a minute more, I must see to something back in Yattro's room. Begging your pardon. We still have to decide if it's over the pass to Eivanrach, or back the way we came, after Father Premule. Be thinking about your decision on that - I shan't be much longer."

"It's no trouble, take your time," Nurthk says.

Hmm, I just came along to protect the party. Where would I want to be going? Better think it over, dunno if I'll come to a conclusion though.

Rising quickly he joins the others trying to make out what they may be up to.

"Morning Orbril, coming with us?" he asks casually.

 

[DrZombie]

"So I'm a rotten egg now am I?" he remarks, looking smug.

"I put you on rearguard so the little guys could have a bit of a head start" Raven says smiling, enjoying the easy bantering he is used to whilst travelling amongst friends.

He frowns as he sees the stranger from yesterday walking out side by side with Fendric. "Are you sure you're ready for this mister? No offense, but you still look a bit weak on your legs. Hmm lessee if i got something here"He starts looking through his bags, cursing at Jake as the pony sidesteps the moment he tries to take something out. "Pox on you you stubborn beast, hold still. Aaah here we are" He takes out a thick woolen vest and offers it to the stranger. "It can get a bit nippy at night in the mountains"

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(PS Orbril has a level of Druid and I was hoping to meet an animal companion after leaving the Wayhouse. I was thinking a 'badger' for the fluff aspects, but perhaps a wolf would be quicker (and cooler too) IF he can use that as a mount)

(In that case, Orbril has the same sense about these folk as the Ranger spellcasters -- there goes my "oh, Druids broadcast themselves pretty clearly" theory.

As for riding a wolf, some ranks in Profession (trainer) would be in order -- for a wolf, I'd say DC 16, taking a week to attempt to train it...)

As Fendric returns, Yattro sits on the bed silently, head propped on his hand. He follows their conversation closely, but seems content to let it run its course with out his input...

Outside, Shavah and Hiritus each cast their votes on which direction to head -- Shavah would like to see about Premule, while Hiritus is quite enthused about the idea of traversing the mountains -- but neither seems committed enough to argue a case for or against.

 

[Sparky]

Puffing the old man, wearing one of Yattro's spare robes and wrapped in a blanket comes out, not so much side by side, as trailing in Fendric's enthusiastic wake. He looks better - eyes brighter, step a bit firmer - from a good rest in a dry place. Though, his pale skin doesn't look any healthier. Manderock the Merciless... that was decades ago. So old. His eyes, as they follow Fendric, are tinged with envy, that flashes and vanishes into a more thoughtful expression. An old man's wish. Long years would bring me only long sadness. Long years without her. The tufts on his head wave wildly in the cool morning breeze as he tries to keep up with Pelor's young devotee.

"Wait! You are the one from Hedrogura?" He stops, puffing, assessing the group at a glance, his gaze is bright, piercing. I've stumbled into something here. He nods a greeting at the assemblage with a grateful smile for Nurthk and Raven.

"You are in a hurry. I will see you off." He links arms with Fendric, a custom in Hedrogura for those who walk and speak. He leans less heavily than he did last night, though, a few times, he leans on the half-elf's arm. "Hedrogura has been attac--" He breaks off, mouth falling open as Niccolo nudges Alexander closer and the half-elf and the gnome are both in sight. "Niccolo? I do not believe it. Fendric?" He signs himself - a stylized symbol of Pelor. "Where is the Knight? Exantrius!" He looks hopeful, the wild tufts on his head wave slightly. The light in his eyes fails and he looks to the ground, "Fendric... the Temples."

Niccolo, it's Oliver. From Caval's Horde. The drunken, dusty, out-of-tune, dried-up, old lutist. Oliver!

 

[dpdx]

"You are in a hurry. I will see you off." He links arms with Fendric, a custom in Hedrogura for those who walk and speak. He leans less heavily than he did last night, though, a few times, he leans on the half-elf's arm. "Hedrogura has been attac--" He breaks off, mouth falling open as Niccolo nudges Alexander closer and the half-elf and the gnome are both in sight. "Niccolo? I do not believe it. Fendric?" He signs himself - a stylized symbol of Pelor. "Where is the Knight? Exantrius!" He looks hopeful, the wild tufts on his head wave slightly. The light in his eyes fails and he looks to the ground, "Fendric... the Temples."

Fendric's expression darkens as he faces the old man.

"Sir Exantrius served the Light well, and died quietly in his sleep three days after we left Caval's Horde. But he gave us letters to deliver to important people of the Realm, in hopes of stopping this bloodshed like you were about to tell me of Hedrogura, and we continue this work.

Now, speak. Leave nothing out. WHAT. has happened to our City and my Temple? Tell it true, spare nothing. This is important, Manderock."

 

[Uriel]

Shocked to see Oliver out here in the sticks, Niccolo smiles and exclaims 'Ollie! I have been working on that tune we were at back in ...wait, what the blazes are you doing out here?'
iccolo quiets as he sees Fendric's face, wondering at the thoughts going through the Cleric and the reason that Oliver was way out here.