D&D - Citadel of the Iron Crown - Before the robbery

[Binder Fred]

This thread is meant for roleplay taking place before the robbery that marks the official begining of the Citadel of the Iron Crown game.

Back IC:

At the heart of the camp is a round hut made of stone with a thatched roof and a skewed chimney. A light flickers in one window and from within comes the sound of voices. The thrush watches as five shapes, dark and fell, creep across the camp then sneak one by one through an open window at the rear of the building.

Three figures presently start walking towards the front of that selfsame hut, gravel softly crunching underfoot.

"Elf has been at it again," loudly grouses the foremost, a dwarf surrounded by the clink of tools, the smell of singed leather. "Says Urander never should have cut that patch by the great oak! Says she has to - reconsider - the yards we were going to add to Matto's skidtrail!" Somehow though he's grining, the shocking blue of his eyes shining with reflected firelight.

<Response Ulfang?>

The big yellow dog just trots besides them, much more interrested in looking around and about than in anything her two companions are doing.

Binder Fred, where the play is the thing.

 

[renau1g]

"Bah! Pay her no heed, if it were up to the elf maiden, we'd have no trees to cut and no food on our plates, I know berries and nuts just ain't appetizing when you could have a nice cut of venison." Ulfang replies as he licks his lips imagining a haunch of venison over an open flame. He reaches down and scratches the dog behind the ears as they walk.

 

[Binder Fred]

"Pay her no heed? She's confounded king's messenger, Ulfang." The foredwarf suddenly chuckles, a teasing sound in the gathering gloom, "And She of flowers is deadly hard to ignore, my friend. As you'd know if ever you'd actually tried."

<Response Ulfang?>

 

[renau1g]

Ulfang chuckles as well, his naivity in the camp affairs is sometimes painfully obvious.

"Aye, that's probably right. I just never get involved with all that diplomacy talk, it's much better just worrying about keeping all the boys fed. Hells, you eat enough for three men Baran." Ulfang says with a wink, tossing a light jab his friends way. As they walk, Ulfang thinks how things have improved lately as a result of his friendship with the dwarf. He's not sure why Baran took it upon himself to help pull Ulfang back from the brink, but whatever the reason he's thankful, even if he didn't say it aloud.

 

[Binder Fred]

"Aye, that's probably right. I just never get involved with all that diplomacy talk, it's much better just worrying about keeping all the boys fed. Hells, you eat enough for three men Baran." Ulfang says with a wink, tossing a light jab his friends way.

"*Somebody's* got to work in this camp," grumbles the dwarf in reply. He distractedly pats the hard roundness of his stomach : he *is* getting bigger, despite all the smithing, the constant camp repairs, the untangling of human mistakes and short-cut taking. Seems even his mind, his speech is getting more human than ever he'd have imagined... Hum.

As they walk, Ulfang thinks how things have improved lately as a result of his friendship with the dwarf. He's not sure why Baran took it upon himself to help pull Ulfang back from the brink, but whatever the reason he's thankful, even if he didn't say it aloud.

"The Wainriders," asks the shorter of the two, their thoughts rolling down similar ruts as his hand falls on the door to his old hut, "how are their wagons built?"
It's a blow and he knows it, daily struck; but skin doesn't harden under caress.
The dwarf holds open the door, watching the Ul boy take it in.

<Response Ulfang?>

<OOC: I figure this would be a good place for the "crash and curse" from within, somewhere after Ulfang's next post. That said, we can continue the discussion inside if you wish?

Binder Fred, liking the way this is taking form.

 

[renau1g]

Ulfang's eyes glaze over a moment at the mention of the Wainriders, but he quickly blinks it away. Ulfang looks at the dwarf with anger, which also melts just as quickly away he says "Maybe we should sample some of that fabled dwarven ale I'm sure you got hiding around here Baran and I'll tell you all about it" as he enters the hut, knowing that the dwarf's as likely to give him alcohol as he is to discuss the construction of the Wainriders wagons.

 

[Binder Fred]

That squeezes some wry amusement from his companion : still... tender, it seems. Well, "The Nogrod of old, now they say *their* char-"

Suddenly there comes a crash and the sound of cursing voices from inside Baran's hut.

"-riots." Surprise bliefly flickers across the dwarf's features... and then he's charging his own door. Seconds later, etc...

Binder Fred, connection made. Good show, Renau