(Casual D&D II) The Fellowship of the White Dove
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"Three more days 'till we're out of these mountains, then another day or so to the city. We should be getting to some caves this evening, but if you're planning to evict some former occupants I'd better get some healing now. Those mountain lions can be quite pissed when someone kicks 'em out."
dpdx
Explorer
Fendric looks up with a wry smile at Raven. "Well, may Pelor be Merciful, if we don't run into whatever druid has been summoning crazed animals at us, I'd be happy to stay in whichever cavern the mountain lions didn't want. Perhaps whoever is chasing us will make a few wrong decisions if there are a lot of said caves. It would be a welcome change indeed, watching someone other than ourselves in peril."
As the cold begins to set in, Fendric reaches into his bag with his free hand, and pulls out the cold weather gear Merrim, Victus, Aerda and the others bought for him. Wistfully, he reflects upon his former companions as he walks along, pulling the heavy shawl over his armor, and saying a small benediction to Pelor for their souls, if indeed it is too late for their mortal forms...
As the cold begins to set in, Fendric reaches into his bag with his free hand, and pulls out the cold weather gear Merrim, Victus, Aerda and the others bought for him. Wistfully, he reflects upon his former companions as he walks along, pulling the heavy shawl over his armor, and saying a small benediction to Pelor for their souls, if indeed it is too late for their mortal forms...
Raven scouts a few hundred meters ahead of the rest, bow at the ready. He frequently backs up, to see if they're still following. When he spots a good camping place about an hour before sunset, cave or not, he'll start a fire while waiting for the rest. If he should find a cave, he'll read tracks to see if it's occupied. (surv 19), and wait for some backup to explore.
Sparky
Registered User
The group trails behind Raven's scouting. The crisp air takes Oliver's breath away, but he tugs the hood of his cloak low and settles his scarf more to his satisfaction. His hands brush the tinkling charms at his cloak clasp and he snorts, smiling. He slips the clasp on the charms and wraps them around his palm, making a fist, with the charms rattling over his knobby, gloved knuckles.
He gives a wink to Niccolo and begins to shake the charms in a tinkling, rythmic cascade. It's an odd time... ostensibly twelve beats, but a few measures reveal that the rocking, hitching rythym is in eleven.
He begins to sing, a whispery, strained tenor suited to the slow, moody melody.
There once was a teacher of great renown
Whose words were like the tablets of stone
Because it's easier to learn than unlearn
Because we've passed the point of no return
Gather your goods and follow me
Or you will surely die
His voice climbs higher and he raises his head, white hair wisping out from under the voluminous hood.
I was only a child of the city
My parents were children of immigrant stock
So we followed as followers go
Over a mountain with a napkin of snow
And ate the berries and roots
That grow along the timberline
Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love sleeps on a quilt of stars
It's cold
Sometimes you can't catch your breath
It's cold
Lower again, his rasping voice continues.
Time and abundance thickened his step
So the teacher divided in two
One half ate the forests and fields
The other half sucked all the moisture from the clouds
And we, we were amazed at the power of his appetite
Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love sleeps on a quilt of stars
His voice builds, louder, clearer - tone overcoming raspiness as he pushes the words through a cold throat.
Sometimes we don't know who we are
Sometimes force overpowers us and we cry
My teacher carry me home
Carry me home my teacher
Carry me home
Carry me home my teacher
Carry me home
He draws the last word out and ends with a rattling of the charms. And silence. He takes a deep breath and rubs his throat before settling the hood and cloak more warmly and hooking the charms back in place.
OOC: Paul Simon, off of You're the One. An excellent album.
He gives a wink to Niccolo and begins to shake the charms in a tinkling, rythmic cascade. It's an odd time... ostensibly twelve beats, but a few measures reveal that the rocking, hitching rythym is in eleven.
He begins to sing, a whispery, strained tenor suited to the slow, moody melody.
There once was a teacher of great renown
Whose words were like the tablets of stone
Because it's easier to learn than unlearn
Because we've passed the point of no return
Gather your goods and follow me
Or you will surely die
His voice climbs higher and he raises his head, white hair wisping out from under the voluminous hood.
I was only a child of the city
My parents were children of immigrant stock
So we followed as followers go
Over a mountain with a napkin of snow
And ate the berries and roots
That grow along the timberline
Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love sleeps on a quilt of stars
It's cold
Sometimes you can't catch your breath
It's cold
Lower again, his rasping voice continues.
Time and abundance thickened his step
So the teacher divided in two
One half ate the forests and fields
The other half sucked all the moisture from the clouds
And we, we were amazed at the power of his appetite
Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love sleeps on a quilt of stars
His voice builds, louder, clearer - tone overcoming raspiness as he pushes the words through a cold throat.
Sometimes we don't know who we are
Sometimes force overpowers us and we cry
My teacher carry me home
Carry me home my teacher
Carry me home
Carry me home my teacher
Carry me home
He draws the last word out and ends with a rattling of the charms. And silence. He takes a deep breath and rubs his throat before settling the hood and cloak more warmly and hooking the charms back in place.
OOC: Paul Simon, off of You're the One. An excellent album.
Guilt Puppy
First Post
After Shavah has dealt out some healing to Nurthk (4 pts) and Fendric (9 pts), the rest of the days' journey goes well enough, with no attack from man, orc, or beast coming under the sun's light, which is dim under fog and, later, some light snowfall. Oliver's song seems to grow ever more appropriate...
Raven's search before sunset reveals a cave which is conspicuously absent of animal prints or leavings; the air smells as though not even lichen grows within.
As you prepare to camp, Shavah volunteers last watch, the sooner to pray for spells, and asks Nurthk to stay close to she and Fendric while they sleep -- "I worry on your health still, warrior." Hiritus will sleep and wake whenever he is asked.
Meanwhile, the wind wails against the cave's face in a sound like mourning.
Raven's search before sunset reveals a cave which is conspicuously absent of animal prints or leavings; the air smells as though not even lichen grows within.
As you prepare to camp, Shavah volunteers last watch, the sooner to pray for spells, and asks Nurthk to stay close to she and Fendric while they sleep -- "I worry on your health still, warrior." Hiritus will sleep and wake whenever he is asked.
Meanwhile, the wind wails against the cave's face in a sound like mourning.
dpdx
Explorer
Fendric, looking around the cavern mostly to make sure there's an ending to it and not a hole at the back of it where something could crawl out of the mountain to attack them [Search (taking 10): 11], recalls some general teaching about what happens to plants above the timberline (according to Father Maraf, they don't grow), and finally settles next to the fire with a beatific smile upon his face.
As guard shifts are worked out [And here I'm presuming five or six shifts of two hours each, from sunset to sunrise?], Fendric volunteers for first and last shifts, so that he can catch his rest in trance during the middle of the night, Pelor willing. Recognizing Hiritus' need for the full eight hours of rest habitual to humans, he bids Hiritus to stand the first shift with him, so that they can talk now, and greet the dawn later, rested and devoted for the day to come, again, Pelor willing.
"May Pelor protect us all, and may we all protect each other, of course, but this is an ideal location from which to greet the new Sun," he begins the conversation with his brother in worship.
"I must admit I misunderstood you in a non-harmful but still very important way, brother. You see, it was not until I saw you smite one of the brigands this morning, that I knew for sure you were not a cleric, like me, but instead a Knight of the Radiant Light, like Exantrius. When you healed, before, it appeared to be, well, you know, healing, not the laying on of hands.
Anyway, may the Holy Radiance vouch for my sincerity, I apologize to you, Brother Hiritus. A man deserves the proper respect, credit, and identification when undertaking a calling such as yours. I regret that I may have expected you to call forth healing you did not have, for example. I will not make that mistake again."
As guard shifts are worked out [And here I'm presuming five or six shifts of two hours each, from sunset to sunrise?], Fendric volunteers for first and last shifts, so that he can catch his rest in trance during the middle of the night, Pelor willing. Recognizing Hiritus' need for the full eight hours of rest habitual to humans, he bids Hiritus to stand the first shift with him, so that they can talk now, and greet the dawn later, rested and devoted for the day to come, again, Pelor willing.
"May Pelor protect us all, and may we all protect each other, of course, but this is an ideal location from which to greet the new Sun," he begins the conversation with his brother in worship.
"I must admit I misunderstood you in a non-harmful but still very important way, brother. You see, it was not until I saw you smite one of the brigands this morning, that I knew for sure you were not a cleric, like me, but instead a Knight of the Radiant Light, like Exantrius. When you healed, before, it appeared to be, well, you know, healing, not the laying on of hands.
Anyway, may the Holy Radiance vouch for my sincerity, I apologize to you, Brother Hiritus. A man deserves the proper respect, credit, and identification when undertaking a calling such as yours. I regret that I may have expected you to call forth healing you did not have, for example. I will not make that mistake again."
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Tonguez
A suffusion of yellow
FlashbackAlthough initially startled, Orbril enjoys the chance to tend to the owl as it take his mind off the reality of the situation he has found himself in. When Oliver returns he finds that finds the bird - Winkle - has been well cared for indeed.
"You are a fine creature good friend" the gnome says to the bird as it is returned "and I would be honoured to visit with you and companion again"
Of course he takes that opporutnity whenever Oliver allows
The Gnome pulls on extra layers as the temperature falls and he scans the weather making forecasts of what the night might hold. When finally they reach the cave he frowns because the absence of spore and lichen is unusual.
He takes a chance to search with the others but in his case he seeks the telltale signs of what 'nature' ought to be here
(ooc Knowledge Nature = 15 + 3 = 18, Survival (Track) Survival 13 + 4 = 17 to check if anything is strange about the lack of animals and lichen
and/or to make a weather forecast)
"You are a fine creature good friend" the gnome says to the bird as it is returned "and I would be honoured to visit with you and companion again"
Of course he takes that opporutnity whenever Oliver allows
Guilt Puppy said:
The Gnome pulls on extra layers as the temperature falls and he scans the weather making forecasts of what the night might hold. When finally they reach the cave he frowns because the absence of spore and lichen is unusual.
He takes a chance to search with the others but in his case he seeks the telltale signs of what 'nature' ought to be here
(ooc Knowledge Nature = 15 + 3 = 18, Survival (Track) Survival 13 + 4 = 17 to check if anything is strange about the lack of animals and lichen
and/or to make a weather forecast)
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Guilt Puppy
First Post
dpdx said:
It's not immediately evident, but in the back, disguised among a variety of shorter-running cracks in the walls and hidden behind a small shelf of rock, there is a hole which something as much as human-sized might squeeze through. Orbril, in his investigations for signs of life, happens instead upon a few old etchings near the hole, too worn down to be deciphered, but clearly not the product of geology -- perhaps scratched in by claw, but given the many angles from which they come, more likely made by man.
Meanwhile, Hiritus shrugs off Fendric's apology. "I haven't earned such a title yet, so I won't lay claim to it." He turns. "But thank you, anyway."
Festy_Dog
First Post
Nurthk listens to Oliver's song, he finds it quite moving.
"A lifetime of adventure in that voice of yours Oliver, I am humbled and awed by it," he says respectfully.
"You honour me with your care, Shavah," Nurthk replies with a broad grin, "I'm not that badly hurt after all the healing I've received, but I'll stay nearby if you insist."
Nurthk will take whichever watch is most disliked by the rest.
"A lifetime of adventure in that voice of yours Oliver, I am humbled and awed by it," he says respectfully.
Guilt Puppy said:
"You honour me with your care, Shavah," Nurthk replies with a broad grin, "I'm not that badly hurt after all the healing I've received, but I'll stay nearby if you insist."
Nurthk will take whichever watch is most disliked by the rest.
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