[IC] The Trouble at Durbenford

[Lazlow]

"You're a Druid," Gil whispers to to Zag, nudging him in the ribs, "get all Druid-y with him. See if he can help us."

 

[hero4hire]

"You're a Druid," Gil whispers to to Zag, nudging him in the ribs, "get all Druid-y with him. See if he can help us."

Zagnak rolled his eyes. "I do not think you would like how I would get all Druid-y with him. My way is survival of the fittest. Primal, savage! If you want him slain, ravaged, then returned to the great cycle then I shall rend him into pieces. If not we should let those whose use words as weapons do their job."

 

[Lazlow]

Zagnak rolled his eyes. "I do not think you would like how I would get all Druid-y with him. My way is survival of the fittest. Primal, savage! If you want him slain, ravaged, then returned to the great cycle then I shall rend him into pieces. If not we should let those whose use words as weapons do their job."

Gil whispers in repy, "We gotta work on your subtlety, my friend," and then waits intently on Nightwind's response to Ruathen.

 

[TiCaudata]

"Well if he can't help us, he won't help us. Don't see why we're still standing around here."

With that, the cleric starts walking back towards the nearest pier to find a boat to drop the group into the mountains once more.

 

[michael_noah]

"Well, then, thank you for the warning. If you're speaking of some giant invasion, though, I fail to see how they'll do worse than the folks around here already are. Off with you now!" says the druid as he slams the door.

 

[Bloodcookie]

"Oh, not giants," Ruathen calls after him, scowling slightly at the druid's flippancy. "No, I was using the descriptor "fiendish" quite literally. Take that as you will."

 

[Dichotomy]

Konstantine shrugs. "We don't have time for this, really. Let us be back about our business."

 

[Lazlow]

"Well howdya like that. Looks like you two mighta gotten along swimmingly, Zag," Gil says with a smirk. "Konstantine's right. Let's hit the road."

 

[michael_noah]

The parties journey goes according to plan once again across the calm waters of Rynas' tears. The weather that Zagnak predicted has made it's way over the mountains, now, however, and things are not as pleasant once they reach the rocky cliffs on the opposite shore. By the time they make camp, they are accosted by wet, sloppy snow. A campfire and their winter clothing suffices to keep them all safe for now.

 

[Dichotomy]

Konstantine, still not taking chances with the cold, prepares to stay bundled as much as possible while he drinks his odd tea and keeps the long watch at night. The bard is once again quiet as the group heads out, seeming lost in his own thoughts. Several times he looks about to say something to Jasper, but quickly snaps his mouth shut.