Final words...

[ajanders]

OK, if nobody wants to do anything the rest of the trip goes quietly. James naps, the woman mopes and naps, the rest of you can nap.
You pull into Threshold about 5:15 in the morning.
The station resturant is open, frying eggs and bacon and brewing coffee.
There's restrooms with shower baths and napping bunks, all of which rent for a few copper pieces an hour. (These would be nice places to prepare spells, which all the spellcaster are rested enough to do.)

There's a knot of bleary-eyed policemen talking to a wild-eyed Orien functionary and lines of people standing around waiting for lightning rails and mail coaches. Some of them look rather provoked.

 

[Kaodi]

" I could do with a nice, warm breakfast... " says Bhalag. " I think I will wait until later for the shower, though. No sense in washing off the blood and dirt twice. "

 

[ajanders]

The breakfast special is something called a "skillet": eggs, peppers, cheese, and ham all fried up together and served in the same skillet.
Clearly this is a much more law abiding place than Sharn: no restaraunt in Sharn could survive if it regularly handed out hot iron bludgeons to its patrons.

James orders coffee and a sack of fried cakes.
"At least I don't have to wake up the watch." he murmurs to you before heading towards the watchmen.

Meanwhile the woman drops off the side of the mail coach, collects two satchels, and heads for the bathrooms, beckoning Zook to follow her.

 

[Moggthegob]

Zoo follows the woman, taking his spellbook with him, just in case he needs to prepare spells.

 

[ajanders]

The bathrooms, showers and bunks are in a little room behind a partition off the main lobby.
The woman rents a single bunk.

The half-orc making change looks at the woman.
Looks at Zook.
Looks back at the woman.
Looks at Zook again.
Decides his shift is over in an hour and this is somebody else's problem.

The woman indicates Zook's spellbook.
"Have you any magic potent against the undead?"

 

[JRYoung]

Rethlin eats a hearty breakfast, cleans up, prays and prepares spells for the day.

0 Level - 3 (DC13): Guidance, Resistance, Light
1st Level - 2+1 (DC14): Divine Favor, Shield of Faith, Protection from Evil (domain)

 

[Autumn]

OOC: I'm back in action. But it looks like perhaps I've missed the boat (or train ) on this one. I understand if you'd rather not write Kae back in at this point; just let me know.

 

[Moggthegob]

Zook smiles faintly, looking through his combined spell and prayerbooks to Aureon, whose holy symbol faintly glows on the front of the book.... I have some, and my friend Rethlin has some as well. We can both channel positive energy. Plus I have some arcane magics that are generally effective. Obviously not my enchantments,which are ,unfortunately for us at this moment, my specialty, but magic missile,grease, and mage armor work wonders.

 

[ajanders]

OOC: I'm back in action. But it looks like perhaps I've missed the boat (or train ) on this one. I understand if you'd rather not write Kae back in at this point; just let me know.

You saved yourself by about 10 minutes.

 

[ajanders]

The lightning rail arrives, slightly delayed, with a crackle of sparks and a whiff of ozone.
A few travelers emerge, Kae among them.

There are a knot of guards watching an argument between a fellow who looks vaguely like Hoagy Carmichael and a wild-eyed Orien functionary who looks like an overstressed Einstein.

You see Zook disappearing into some temporary bunks...short term sleeping space...with a veiled woman.
Rethlin and Bharag are eating breakfast at the station restaraunt.

(I may have overbuilt Threshold station, but I understand its a major transshipment point.

Threshold station may be the major industry in Threshold.