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

[dpdx]

[I'm doing this as much to get a head count of PCs and NPCs for Fendric as to get a consensus on which way we travel. Pardon me, then, if this seems extemporaneous.]

"By my count, and I was never good with math, that would appear to be four votes for West and one for North, then. Quickly, now, anybody else? Niccolo? Raven? Orbril? Anyone else who's coming along, speak up. This rain doesn't appear to be stopping, and we need to be on our way."

Fendric glances at Oliver in disbelief as he runs off for his animals. "Salamander?? The Light Protect Me, what a particularly odious monicker - did you use that in the Arena? Anyway, I'll call you no such name, Oliver Manderock. It saddens me that you still carry that icon on your skin."

. o 0 O (And you'll thank me for putting my hands on you, should you need healing; you ever were an uncooperative sort, even then.)

Fendric walks up to pet Nurthk's new dog!. "I should think that rearguard would be a softer and warmer trip, wouldn't it, you precious animal?"

 

[DrZombie]

"Well, I thought you'd be heading out through the mountains, that's why I've offered my help. Shuld you go to save a kidnapped priest, or off to a beleagered temple, well, those are things that need doing as well, so my offer stands whatever road you take. Should we be able to see what these "seeds of undeath" the ravast was talking about are, on who or whatever is responsible for it" his face turning grimm "I'd be more than interrested to help."

[OOC : I'm moving house this weekend so I'll be unable to post or update my character. Feel free to take over my character as it stands. He'll scout ahead, try to hunt some food and in case of combat protect the little guys, shooting his bow untill someone is within reach for his two-hander]

 

[Festy_Dog]

"I should think that rearguard would be a softer and warmer trip, wouldn't it, you precious animal?"

Griscle barks softly, and wags his tail at the positive attention. Nurthk chuckles.

 

[Tonguez]

Orbril has no preference as to which way to go, his spent enough years wandering to know that in the end it doesn't really matter. His only wish is that he was still with the caravan or at least had kept himself a mount to carry him and keep pace with the others.

"I'll follow howevers leading, though on foot a may be a wee tad slower than most"

He sniffs the air and grimaces trusting in the land to provide for his need...

 

[Sparky]

Oliver snorts at Fendric's reaction to his name and says, barely audibly, "You shouldn't take such exception to the name, halfbreed, when you are in part responsible for its notoriety." He grins a crooked grin, stubbly and unkempt. Turning to Niccolo, eyeing Alexander with a quirk of bushy brows, "What tune have you been working on? I was, well, pickled," he waves a hand toward distant Hedrogura, "back there. I can't say I recall." He smiles weakly.

He stops for a few paces, winded, and coughs, face strained. I won't make it through the mountains.He smiles sadly and moves on giving a light tug on Bastrop's lead. No more beautiful place to die, the mountains.

OOC: Tonguez, Orbril is welcome to bond Winkle, the adolescent owl-chick that Oliver alternately carries and leaves on Bastrop (caged). Just RP it out should you be interested. Anybody who would know would see that this will be a handsome snowy owl one day. Should it survive Oliver's care.

 

[dpdx]

"That would appear to be everybody who wishes to vote, then. So, it's off to the mountains. May the Radiant Light Protect Us and Shepherd Us from What May Come, we'll be all right if we help each other and trust the experts," Fendric nods in Raven's direction, shouldering his pack and walking toward the pass.

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo, as always,is happy wherever the Path lies, giving his Vote to Fendric by Proxy. He is more interested at the moment in Chronicling the Journeys of the Company rather than trying to steer them...

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Shavah nods in consent to the group's wishes... Hiritus' face shines with a grin, more visible in his eyes than on his lips.

With Sethan's best blessing, you head off to the West, toward the vast valley of the Free Cities...

The road into the mountains is cold and wet, and before long it is not much of a road at all. The incline, while rarely noticable at any given moment, quickly becomes apparent in your legs.

(Spot checks, please...)

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk moves along behind the party, nudging those who fall behind in order to make them keep up.

Nurthk's spot check: 15 [ooc: favoured enemy (giants): +2 (if applicable )]

Griscle's spot check: 24

 

[Uriel]

OoC: Niccolo's Spot Check 6+5= 11.