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

[Festy_Dog]

"I heard there was someone with orc blood here. I've only met one other, a traveler like yourself, who came through here."

"I take it that you're curious about something? If you have any questions of me, feel free to ask," Nurthk says.

He pauses for a moment, looking you over. "You are very tall."

"My father was taller still, a mighty warrior he was. In a way I feel I am fortunate to have ceased growing where I am," he says, and chuckles.

 

[DrZombie]

"Raven of Clan Cwdmyr, for your help in finding peace and resolution between our two groups, I give one to you as well. May it see you well wherever your path shall lead."

Raven bows :
"You are too kind. I'll treasure it, and hope to prove I'm worthy of it"

He takes one of his daggers from his belt : "Please accept this. I hope it serves you as good as it did me."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(doghead -- That works fine for an exit. Hope you can find your way back, at some point.)

Nurthk: Yandall nods slightly, and pauses, looking for another question.

"Did you grow up in cities?" he asks, finally. "I have heard of a city of half-bloods, on the other side of the mountains." You can assume he's speaking of Despia -- its reputation has no doubt reached you by now. (I think I've mentioned it before, but I'm not sure, but in any case, refresher: It's one of the Free Cities, governed by the church of Cuthbert, and it has quite a large half-orc population... Known for one of the few places where those of mixed blood are truly regarded as equals.)

Raven: Kentaro accepts your dagger, placing it in his belt. "I will wear it to remember that you have helped us. In the Spring, we will speak your name."

 

[dpdx]

Fendric looks on with silence and solemnity at the proceedings with Kentaro, a distracted smile escaping his lips at the presentation of the necklaces to Nurthk and Raven. Anyone looking at him closely can tell he's upset about something, but whatever it is, is not apparent.

Finally, he notices Xiao's crossbow, the bolts and the paper out the corner of his eye, and once the ceremony is over, he walks over to them and takes them. Setting the crossbow and bolts aside, he looks over the folded paper (I'm going to take a wild guess that the paper spells out Xiao's farewell.).

A brief flash of frustration crosses his features, and he carefully puts the note in the saddlebag he kept from Exantrius' horse (and now I've forgotten the name - feel free to dock me some XP. ), along with the letters yet to be delivered.

As he goes through them, he settles across the one to be delivered to the Council of Sages in Eivanrach, and finally he speaks, addressing Yattro:

"Father, how far is it from here to the Free City of Eivanrach? Would it take us more than a day to get there and back, presuming we run into no trouble along the mountain pass?"

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"Father, how far is it from here to the Free City of Eivanrach? Would it take us more than a day to get there and back, presuming we run into no trouble along the mountain pass?"

Yattro shakes his head. "More like a week, there and back. The pass is rather... circuitous, and the terrain itself makes for slow travel."

He glances over at Kentaro and his crew, who are involved in their own conversations.

"The ravast seems to be under the impression you have agreed to turn back, although I don't recall any of you agreeing to that... Perhaps he is not used to his mandates being open to question."

He runs a hand through his hair, clearly too exhausted to think as clearly as he'd like.

"I feel as though I should have some advice for you, but I haven't even begun to understand your situation. When this man leaves," he motions toward Kentaro, "I think it would be good to discuss your futures with all those involved -- especially Raven, if you're considering the mountains. Just know that if you need any assistance, I will do what I can."

He wanders off slowly, with almost a teenage gait.

"I'm going to go wake up Sethan."

 

[dpdx]

Fendric flashes a second look of frustration at Yattro's answer.

Gritting his teeth, he says doggedly, "By the Road God and the Holy Light, we'll never be closer to Eivanrach than we are now. I'm tempted to take that week as long as we're here, and Merrim, Victus and Aerda did provide us with cold-weather gear in anticipation of this destination. But now we have no horses, and not only are we miles from any other delivery, but we're halfway across the Realm from Father Premule. Vexing Luck! Why, Pelor? Why?"

Fendric settles himself, and turns to face the others. "But I am one vote among many. So what say you, ladies and gentlemen of the White Dove?"

 

[DrZombie]

"Don't worry about not having horses, they're pretty much useless in the mountain passes anyway, if you plan to go that way."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Did you grow up in cities?" he asks, finally. "I have heard of a city of half-bloods, on the other side of the mountains."

Is he thinking of Despia? I think that's where the others intended to go, wonder if Guutla was successful...

Nurthk reflects on his youth a little before answering.

"Ah, well, before I get started on that, have a seat. We may be talking for a while," Nurthk says, making sure Yandall has a seat before getting one for himself, "For my first eighteen years I lived amoungst my tribe, in a cold mountainous region not too different from this one. Tragedy befell us, and afterwards, what few of us remained had to find another place to start over. Some of us ended up in Hedrogura, I was with that group, and I've made a living as a bounty hunter for the next six or seven years since then. So in a way, I've grown up in the city.

"The place you speak of though, I know of it, always intended to go there one day, guess those kinda thoughts just get lost along the way... Despia they call it, run by the good church of St. Cuthbert and where they see us as equals. I'm not complaining though, I've managed to earn some respect back in Hedrogura, and I'm happy. I guess they'd be wondering where I was by now... they'll wanna hear about this adventure when I get back too, hehe. Anyway, I hope that answers your question, anything else you had in mind?"

As Nurthk waits for another question he notices Fendric looking at a piece of paper. Seeing the crossbow still there he assumes Xiao has gone out for a little while.

Hmm, Fendric would find these ashes more useful than I would, I should give them to him once there's a spare moment.

"Good read?" he asks.

 

[dpdx]

Yattro's response snaps Fendric out of his mood. "Well, I suspect the Ravast just wants us out of here, wherever that takes us. I would like to see Father Premule safe once again, but we've lost a huge amount of distance to return to that right away.

I'm glad, then, that others have input, praise Pelor, and that we do not rely on my wisdom, or lack thereof, alone."

"Good read?"

"Xiao... he left, as this revelation of where we were, seems to have unsettled him. Perhaps monks are even less fond of being teleported without their knowledge than clerics. May Pelor protect and keep him in his travels - he was a good man, for the short time we knew him." replies Fendric.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Xiao... he left, as this revelation of where we were, seems to have unsettled him. Perhaps monks are even less fond of being teleported without their knowledge than clerics. May Pelor protect and keep him in his travels - he was a good man, for the short time we knew him." replies Fendric.

"That's unfortunate, but we may see him again sometime, the world can seem pretty small at times, Nurthk says with a lopsided smile.