D&D: Kazadar Empire

[Dolfuur]

"Aye, but a lot o' ground can be covered in fifteen minutes when there's no fear o' bein' seen," Dolfuur points out.

The Dwarf laughs. "Never did I tink I'd be so enamoured wit' magic, but twas one handy trick, fer sure. I hope t'others er faring fine," Dolfuur says, the last quite solemnly.

After divulging what ever other details he can to Osbourne, Dolfuur waits until they are dismissed; from there he checks his mail for loose links, and sharpens his axe, if he can. Hot grub and anything resembling ale are also on his mind.

 

[Faehlle Cennaire]

Not actually sleeping as Gilbie thought, but instead meditating restfully as all elves do in place of sleep, Fae's thoughts turned inwards and followed paths of concern similar to Gilbie's; all the while completely unaware of her friend's predicament outside. Wondering how she and her skills would fare in this unfamiliar urban terrain, with it's people she still could not bring herself to trust, she knew she faced the greatest challenge of her - relatively - young life. Still, she mulled over how best to go about accomplishing their mission, and she resolved to discuss her ideas with her companions once Gilbie had returned.

In the mean time, she turned to Gelago and once more raised her suggestion that they adopt new guises while in Taran. "Have you much skill with Disguises, Gelago? I have none, and I know little of the ways of Men. I fear that I will stand out among them if I do not learn their ways so that I might go among them as though one of them."

 

[maddmic]

Gilbie utters a silent prayer to his goddess before answering the person behind him. Then without turning, and in an even voice he replies. "Well, you see it's pretty simple. We're enemies of the Kazadar. That's pretty much the long and short of it. Now, I'm guessing I need to ask if you're friend of foe."

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Abandoned Barn Outside of Taran

"I'm asking the questions here," raspy voice replies. "Enemies of the Kazadar, huh? Well, that's obvious. You and your friends have a nice price on your heads. You and your pals better have a damn good reason for me not to turn you in and collect. Now turn around really carefully and walk slowly into the barn. Any sudden moves and we turn you into a pin cushion."

Inside, Faehlle asks, "Have you much skill with Disguises, Gelago? I have none, and I know little of the ways of Men. I fear that I will stand out among them if I do not learn their ways so that I might go among them as though one of them."

Galego clears his throat and rubs the sleep from his eyes. "I do have some skill with disguises, fair elf. I can ensure that you look more human but it would be best to follow my lead when it comes to actually interacting with them."

King Osbourne's Camp

"Please, let me know what your plans are before you leave again," Osbourne says. "I must go and speak with my Lieutenants."

After speaking with the King, Dolfuur and Trent are shown to the same tent they occupied the last time they were in the camp. Once there, they are brought food and drink while they ponder their next move.

 

[Faehlle Cennaire]

"I understand," Faehlle replies to Gelago. "Perhaps it is best to allow others to deal with the humans as my prejudices cloud my judgement," she sighs.

"But if I am to accomplish my objectives here, then I must learn and adapt and grow. I want only to see my people liberated from the fell shadow of Lorengrad, and I will do whatever it takes to see that day dawn."

Fae falls silent for a moment before speaking up again. "I wonder, how is Gilbie faring with our breakfast? He should be back soon."

 

[bkmanis]

"Well if I'm expected to cast anymore spells later I require some rest and some time to prepare." Trent explains to Dolfuur. With that he climbs into a cot and is quickly asleep.

 

[maddmic]

Not wanting to look at his captor, Gilbie begins to walk and talks over his shoulder. "Well, actually our reason is that we're trying to get rid of this menace. At least from your town. Y'see we're trying to kind of free Taran from Kazadar control. Unfortunately we've just recently discovered that the enemy is much stronger than we had anticipated. Hence the reson for us coming back into town. We may be in need of some assistance, or at least some information gathering of sorts. I'm guessing that you're not with the Kazadar troops here, otherwise my head would've probably been lopped off already. So, that being said, what's the bounty up to? I mean since we have nothing better to talk about, might as well find out how much we're worth to the local Kazadar scum."

 

[Dolfuur]

"Aye, sleep, and sleep well," Dolfuur tells Trent. "We should be safe enough here."

The Dwarf eats a hearty portion and then removes his chain-and-mail armour for a thorough cleaning. The battered suit is still bloody from the battle with the Kazadars earlier that day, and Dolfuur spends a goodly time polishing the armour, determined to defeat any rusting. He hums songs of home under his breath, happy in the task. His beloved waraxe gets a cleaning as well, not to mention a sharpening.

Finally Dolfuur allows himself to slumber, although his thoughts are rife with worry about the others still in or around Taran. He hopes they did the right thing in splitting up.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Abandoned Barn outside Taran

The raspy-voiced man chuckles harshly at Gilbie's words and moments later, Gilbie and his 'captor' re-enter the barn. Faehlle, Galego and Keldorn look up to see the halfling walk slowly inside, followed by another man. The man obviously has a weapon centered on Gilbie's back. The man wears black clothing, covering him nearly head to toe. It is impossible to tell what the man looks like, save that he is of average height and build. His face is covered with a black mask, leaving only his eyes visible.

"The bounty on yer head, little halfling, is 500 gold. As a group, you are worth considerably more," the man states in his grating, raspy voice. "Your friend here has told me his story," raspy voice says to the rest of the group. "I want to hear your version. And keep the funny stuff to a minimum. I'd hate to have to kill you all before I hear your side of things. Trust that I have associates strategically located."

King Osbourne's Camp

Trent and Dolfuur rest for most of the day, waking in the mid-afternoon feeling somewhat refreshed.

OOC: Okay, bear in mind that Faehlle, Gilbie, Galego and Keldorn are still in the morning of the same day that Dolfuur are in the mid-afternoon.

 

[maddmic]

Gilbie shifts a bit and looks over his shoulder. "Look, if you have this place surrounded, and can take us out in one fell swoop, then at least take the sword out of my back. It's a bit uncomfortable and I don't think we're going to do anything rash. I've told you what we're here for and I can further tell you that we have killed Alaric. But I'm sure you already know just about everything I've told you. So why are you asking us of our intentions when they're plain to see, and we have no knowledge of your intentions?"


OOC:
Diplomacy check.....Roll high!