Fort Knocks - knight otu judging

[Kahuna Burger]

Eusebius says, "Ah, friends, it appears we have found the Mortalists' meeting place. Shall we make ourselves known to them? Then perhaps we can camp with the Hoar Suns - I for one do not have the funds to avail myself of any more expensive hostelry this night!"

Matching actions to words, he knocks at the door of the apothecary's shop and enters, saying as he does so, "Benedicite! Peace of the Sun Lord be upon this place, and all creatures of good will!"

The white haired man bent over the shop counter raises his head and you are somewhat suprised to see the mark of orcish blood in his features. He gives you a toothy smile and says, "and peace from any and all sources you like upon you as wel, young sir. Are you here seeking salves, scents or a meeting of true minds?"

 

[Kahuna Burger]

"So why don't you close up early and help me find some proper ale in this hamlet, Brannam Axebender? You can tell me what you know about the mine, and I can catch you up on what I know from home, and ply you with what's left of Mom's..."

"Just let me finish this assay and I'll show you to an inn where the doorways are low and the patrons are hearty. Trader says this is 90 percent pure mithral but won't give a sample large enough to work as a test, so its the specific gravity to be sure..." He talks a bit about this method, a bit closer to alchemy than smithing to Rurik's ears while he finishes up and sets an hourglass, then leads his clansman from the shop. "But that is good news, your reason for being here, I mean. I know the mine you speak of, its output could be made up for by harder work in other regions, but it lies on a oft used trade route, and fears of the creatures wandering from it have bottled up movement of goods. That one assay was my work for the week, when normally I would be thinking of hiring help this month. The sooner that problem is dealt with the better."

 

[Boddynock]

The white haired man bent over the shop counter raises his head and you are somewhat suprised to see the mark of orcish blood in his features. He gives you a toothy smile and says, "and peace from any and all sources you like upon you as wel, young sir. Are you here seeking salves, scents or a meeting of true minds?"

"The meeting of true minds, good sir, is always a joy and a boon. We come fresh from your colleagues, bearing greetings and charged with a mission to cleanse the world of abomination." Here Eusebius stops, smiles wryly and says, "Well, a certain mine hereabouts, at any rate."

 

[Someone]

"Yes, a mine full of walking dead" says Nodis. "The perfect place to go wild without posterior remorse. We´re goin there after we refresh, but are not sure where it is."

 

[Kahuna Burger]

At brother E's words the half orc shows even more teeth with a broad smile. "Ah, the word we sent out had borne fruit, I am most greatful. Come, sit and have a bite to eat, and tell me what I can do to help. One refugee from the mines is still staying in my spare appartment, and if you would like to ask him any questions, he should be back from some errands soon.

 

[Someone]

"Hey, free food" says Nodis. "I shan´t say no, specially if you also have some drinks. But does that guy you´re speaking of know more about the mines? We already have a pretty good summary and are ready to kick some rotten ass"

 

[azmodean]

Greetings to you, good sir. Thank you for your hospitality. I am eager to meet this refugee, he may have some valuable information concerning ways into the mine, even if he doesn't know more than we have heard about the undead. Artax gratefully takes a seat and chats with the mortalist until the refugee returns.

 

[dpdx]

Rurik walks happily with his clansman to the bar, listening with interest to his talk of the assay.

"Mithral, you say. That would make it more valuable yet to return the mine to the hands of its original owners. I hope we're up to the task. Should be, but I'll know soon enough. I haven't fought undead before, and I'm a little wary of not having a priest to turn them with."

They arrive at the bar, and Rurik takes a moment to adjust back to speaking Common. Seeing none of his group at the bar, Rurik and Brannam take up seats at the largest table they can find, expecting Rurik's companions to arrive at any moment.

Fishing the current jug once again from his pack, Rurik sets it on the table as Brannam calls the barmaid over with a couple of glasses.

"Firs', a nip o' me Mum's. To set our pala's a'right fer e' rest."

Rurik pours for both of them. Raising his glass, he reverts back to Dwarven for the toast.

"To the ancestors and descendants of our humble clan. Altogether, everlasting!"

 

[Kahuna Burger]

The hlf orc (whose name, it emerges, is Karn) brings out some light fruits, bread and wine and chats about the slowing of trade in the normally busy border town that the fear of the undead is causing. At one point his gaze catches Nodis's intently and he asks the young man to help him fetch a wheel of cheese. While they are alone, [sblock]he says quietly, "You seem quite eager to engage in a combat with no moral ambiguity. Its certainly better than wanting to fight no matter what the circumstances, but it makes me wonder if you are running towards this fight or away from another.... It is none of my business, but if it will help you I give you this thought - any remorse you are feeling is best dealt with directly, not burried unter more righteous fights."

Nodis is not accustomed to any level of insight or subtlety from those of the orcish persuasion, and while the old man is not particularly gifted in oratory, his plain spoken concern seems quite sincere.[/sblock]

 

[Someone]

"Thanks for the advice. You seem to be quite an insightful guy" says Nodis with a smile. "You´re totally right: it´s none of your business."

Nodis looks at the faces fixed on him. "Come on. Why everyone seem to be so filled with angst? I´m the one living the moment, and everyone thinks there´s somethin wrong with me."