industrygothica
Adventurer
Rowan approaches the other halfling, cocking her head curiously as she looks him over. "Ye look as if you're in need of a friend, sir. Might I join ye fer a bit? My name is Rowan," she says as she extends her hand.
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Gran March Adventure
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s@squ@tch
First Post
Laravier watches the small druid approach the other halfling, content to watch from afar.
"Barkeep, between me' tall orcish friend here an' myself, I think we can safely deliver this keg o' ale to our friends in the caravan. But it may be missing a few pints by the time it reaches 'em." He says with a wink and a smile.
"Narayan, grab that end of this blessed vessel."
With that they depart back to the caravan with the keg.
"Barkeep, between me' tall orcish friend here an' myself, I think we can safely deliver this keg o' ale to our friends in the caravan. But it may be missing a few pints by the time it reaches 'em." He says with a wink and a smile.
"Narayan, grab that end of this blessed vessel."
With that they depart back to the caravan with the keg.
Trollbabe
First Post
-- Outside the Inn --
As Laravier and Narayan approach the caravan with the loaded keg they are met with enthusiasm. Taskmaster Karl directs them where to set it down and a teamster steps forward to tap it. From the inn stumbles a little girl no more then 12 years old. She is carrying a large iron pot that is obviously hot as her hands are wrapped in cloth to avoid burning them.
The girl approaches Laravier and Narayan, timid of the half-orc she says in a quite voice: "I brought the stew..." She stares at the ground and adjusts her feet in the dirt to compensate for the weight of the pot.
-- Inside the Inn --
The halfling looks up from his stein. "Many thanks for your concern... But I could not sadden you with my tale." He pauses and then continues regardless of his previous statement. "She's gone... I begged her not to go but she is too strong willed. What will I ever do without her." He wipes his face with his sleeve while uttering a sniffle. "Do you have children Rowan?"
The barkeep returns with carrying a small cage with two chickens cramped inside. He sets it beside the bar looking to the talkative gnome. "Here are your fowl small master. Try not to do anything unnatural with them. Tell your taskmaster that I will bill his lord for these."
As Laravier and Narayan approach the caravan with the loaded keg they are met with enthusiasm. Taskmaster Karl directs them where to set it down and a teamster steps forward to tap it. From the inn stumbles a little girl no more then 12 years old. She is carrying a large iron pot that is obviously hot as her hands are wrapped in cloth to avoid burning them.
The girl approaches Laravier and Narayan, timid of the half-orc she says in a quite voice: "I brought the stew..." She stares at the ground and adjusts her feet in the dirt to compensate for the weight of the pot.
-- Inside the Inn --
The halfling looks up from his stein. "Many thanks for your concern... But I could not sadden you with my tale." He pauses and then continues regardless of his previous statement. "She's gone... I begged her not to go but she is too strong willed. What will I ever do without her." He wipes his face with his sleeve while uttering a sniffle. "Do you have children Rowan?"
The barkeep returns with carrying a small cage with two chickens cramped inside. He sets it beside the bar looking to the talkative gnome. "Here are your fowl small master. Try not to do anything unnatural with them. Tell your taskmaster that I will bill his lord for these."
s@squ@tch
First Post
"Many thanks, lass. We'll take that from ye' so ye' don't burn your hands any more."
With that Laravier drops the pot off with Taskmaster Karl, and steps over to the keg to fill a glass.
After filling his glass and taking a healthy gulp, he sits down in the field.
"Sweet Nectar", He exclaims,"Narayan, come get a taste o' this fine ale before its all gone."
He quickly finishes his first pint then moves to secure another before speaking with Taskmaster Karl.
"How many more days do we have 'ore we hit Orlane? Have ye 'eard anything 'bout activity on the road ahead?"
With that Laravier drops the pot off with Taskmaster Karl, and steps over to the keg to fill a glass.
After filling his glass and taking a healthy gulp, he sits down in the field.
"Sweet Nectar", He exclaims,"Narayan, come get a taste o' this fine ale before its all gone."
He quickly finishes his first pint then moves to secure another before speaking with Taskmaster Karl.
"How many more days do we have 'ore we hit Orlane? Have ye 'eard anything 'bout activity on the road ahead?"
Arkhandus
First Post
"Understood, barkeep!" the small man replies, taking the cage of chickens and hopping down from his barstool. He ignores the halflings' conversation for now. Thrang clucks a few times at the chickens, just for the heck of it, and then carries them outside to the caravan's taskmaster.
"Chickens!" he declares with a smile, holding the cage over his head, apparently amused with something or other.
"Chickens!" he declares with a smile, holding the cage over his head, apparently amused with something or other.
industrygothica
Adventurer
Trollbabe said:
"Me?" she replies, a little startled at the thought. "Heavens no, at least not yet. I've got a lotta livin' yet to do before I can be settlin' down with little ones. And yerself?"
Trollbabe
First Post
-- Inside the Inn --
"My daughter Leeza! Gon she is! Gone to Fort Endurance..." He wipes his nose again with his sleeve and then takes a sip from his stein. "She is a tailor. Beautiful work... she is no slouch. But with me she was safe. Only danger resides in the Dim Forest."
-- Outside the Inn --
The taskmaster grins at Thrang, "Yes chickens! Lash the cage to one of the wagons. They'll make for something good to eat once we enter the forest." Turning to Laravier: "Orlane is still at least a weeks journey. But, we should be inside the Dim Forest in another day and at Fort Endurance a day after that... maybe two." He pauses obviously thinking about what to say next. "The forest road is full of surprises... But nothing we can't handle."
"My daughter Leeza! Gon she is! Gone to Fort Endurance..." He wipes his nose again with his sleeve and then takes a sip from his stein. "She is a tailor. Beautiful work... she is no slouch. But with me she was safe. Only danger resides in the Dim Forest."
-- Outside the Inn --
The taskmaster grins at Thrang, "Yes chickens! Lash the cage to one of the wagons. They'll make for something good to eat once we enter the forest." Turning to Laravier: "Orlane is still at least a weeks journey. But, we should be inside the Dim Forest in another day and at Fort Endurance a day after that... maybe two." He pauses obviously thinking about what to say next. "The forest road is full of surprises... But nothing we can't handle."
Zoycitenega
First Post
Verran dallies a bit outside, taking in the view, before heading in. Finding her companions, she sits down as the halfling man is talking about is daughter. She looks a bit bored with his waterfall of tears, but her eyes light up when she hears about the danger.
"So, tell me, Gaffer. What be so dangerous about this forest?"
"So, tell me, Gaffer. What be so dangerous about this forest?"
Trollbabe
First Post
-- Inside the Inn --
Verran catches the man a little off guard as he had not noticed her yet. "Danger? Why the goblins of course! The Dim Forest is over run with them!" A grave mood over takes the halfling he turns pale and his hands shake slightly. "They watch the road to Fort Endurance... My Leeza is lost."
Verran catches the man a little off guard as he had not noticed her yet. "Danger? Why the goblins of course! The Dim Forest is over run with them!" A grave mood over takes the halfling he turns pale and his hands shake slightly. "They watch the road to Fort Endurance... My Leeza is lost."
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industrygothica
Adventurer
Trollbabe said:
"What luck is it that Fort Endurance lies on our route as well. Perhaps I shall get the chance to meet this daughter of yours." Rowan offers the gent a genuine smile. "Tell me, did she leave alone, or with a party?"
