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

[dpdx]

[I'm presuming Common, Sparky, because I don't think Nurthk has Elven, and it would have had to be Common or Elven for Fendric to understand it.]

Fendric accepts the token and the kind words from Nurthk. "You have ever been a friend, Nurthk. I thank you for it."

Curious about the necklace, he puts it on, and immediately feels calmer.

. o 0 O (Nurthk is right, everything will be fine, Fendric. When you lose the favor of your god, THAT will be the time to worry. For now, however, its time to see what Niccolo thinks of looking at the letter.)

 

[Festy_Dog]

(ooc: It's common, I just put it into wingdings because most wouldn't have heard it.)

 

[DrZombie]

Raven just snorts as he wakes, turns over, and is off to dreamland again, content that he's in the middle of the camp near the fire.

 

[Uriel]

<Spot 10, Listen 23>
OoC:Niccolo would have just used Ghost Sound to produce the sound of a very large Owl swooping in. that ought to have gotten rid of the pesky bugger...

IC

Unable to sleep soundly Niccolo eventually begins scribing away in his Book,the pages filled with travels, the gnome's personnal notes and random bits of music, scrawled on hastily built staf lines, these somethimes winding their merry way up, down or across the page.

 

[dpdx]

[Is Niccolo going to reply to what Fendric said, or is that all on Shavah?]

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Oh, Shavah wants no part in this decision -- although she'll admit she's a little bit curious herself to see what's written inside...

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk rolls over, unable to return to sleep with what's going on around him.

Opening one of them, eh? Maybe I can help there.

He reaches over to his backpack and pulls out a dagger, shining in the fire light with its coating of silver. He tosses it over next to Fendric.

"If or when you open that letter, use my dagger there. That way if they ask you can say it was done with my blade, it'll be the truth and things'll probably work out alright for you, provided that they assume I was the one using my blade," Nurthk chuckles, but doesn't try to go back to sleep yet, waiting for the decision.

 

[Uriel]

[Is Niccolo going to reply to what Fendric said, or is that all on Shavah?]

Coming over, Niccolo smiles wanely and says to Fendric 'I think your idea is sound, good friend. I think that it's high time that we had a look at these letters.'

Niccolo prepares to aid in any way that he can.

< Bardic Knowledge is appropriate,Know-Nobility&Royalty+4,Know-History+8>

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Looking through the letters, there are two which meet Fendric's qualifications for opening. They are addresed to:

Lord Kildre Vemaunt, Overseer of the City of Daershut, in the Principality of Lamecht, in the Kingdom of Tourne

Sir Rienne Vaustus, Archknight of the Kingdom of Tourne and Advisor to King Tjaden, quarted in the City of Perlech, Seat of the Kingdom of Tourne.

Which will you be opening, and who will be opening it?

 

[Sparky]

Oliver appears at Fendric's elbow. Quite suddenly. He clears his throat and holds a warding hand over the letters in Fendric's light grasp. "Let me get this straight. You lot headed out with the old Knight. He died. You're carrying missives of his. And, sometime after you deliver each, bad things happen." He quirks a bushy brow.

He squints at Niccolo and Fendric, his eyes are distant, mind awhirl, "Exantrius said he'd been 'travelling with the tide of bloodshed cresting at his back.'" He looks gravely between the half-elf and the gnome. "And now there is war in Hedrogura."

He removes his hand, face ashen, "Fendric, I don't believe the Radiant Light," he signs himself, "has put your feet upon this path. But I believe these letters will tell you if you've been doing Exantrius' work - or Thedoric's."