IG's "Those Left Behind" Chapter 2

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP35/35

"Ahh, My Good Rogash! A very pleasant morning to you, sir! I am feeling much, much better, now that I have managed to defeat the last lingering momentos from our battle with the chaos beast." Uulark pauses to wolf down a few strips of bacon and half an egg. "Don't be shy, hungry Dwarf! Just heap your trencher with more of this delicious breakfast and have at it!"

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP35/35

"By the way, Rogash, let's see about dividing amongst the party all of the loot that we gained on our last foray into the depths. I have a need to purchase some new armor and I require funds to do so. Do you know of anyone in our group who could make use of a slightly used, slightly enchanted chainshirt that is sized for a human?"

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

The dwarf taps his mithril breastplate. I've no use for it, though it looks a good one. Perhaps you'll find a smith willing to take it in trade on a new one. I doubt that lot of alchemical junk we brought up yesterday will be enough without it. He then attacks the breakfast in earnest.

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP35/35

"Or, perhaps I can find an armorsmith in town who knows of a wizard who could enchant my armor to make it less cumbersome? I have heard of such, but have no idea what that might cost, if it is even feasible."

OOC: IG, I'm referring to the Easy Travel property, MIC p. 10.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Caerwyn streches and twists to make his body snap, crackle and pop back into place after the various beatings he had received the day befor. he fills the basin in his room and vigorously washes his face and then wets his hair, drying himself off vigoursly. donning his belongings he slips outside in the early morning to the inn's courtyard for his morning exorcise that is part of his daily tribute to kord, every martial stance a prayer to his god.

when finished he feels his blood rushing and his stomach grumbling, so he heads to the commen room where rogash and uulark are in conversation about the food. without a word he grabs a trencher and an ale and starts in on the food and drink.

as the other tow speak nigglits on the plans of the day he remembers his need for a ranged weapon.

speaking around a mouth full of egg and sausage eh says," while you are at the armorsmith, i will be needing to find a bowyer fletcher. i do not plan on confronting these things up close like before."

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOOPS!
En world double posted me.

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

After a moment the dwarf manages to translate the words Caerwyn encoded with his breakfast. "A good thought. I should refill my quiver as well." Rogash continues his own breakfast wondering what has become of the rest of the company.

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP35/35

"I don't know about you, Rogash and Caerwyn, but I am in need of my share of our take so far (assuming that there is such) before I will be able to do very much purchasing at all."

 

[Shayuri]

In her room that night, Talashia filled a small wooden cup with a measure of water. Into the water she poured some white powder taken from the Alchemist's shelves, and stirred with a small glass rod.

She murmured in the breathy language of Auran, invoking the knowledge and secrets carried on the winds; whispers of everything ever breathed still echoing, if only faintly, through the air.

Then she drank the water, and immediately grabbed the staff, holding it up as if showing it.

Talashia waited there then, straining her ears for the whispers. And slowly, the whispers came...

(basically casting Identify on everything magical but the potions, which I'll try to ID with Spellcraft checks. )

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

Dyspeer lopes down the stairs easily, then sits at their foot, looking upward to Shai, who seems to be moving a little slowly this morning. A small whine from the wolf as he passes catches his attention, and he smiles, patting the canine on the head and seeming to recover some of his child-like joviality as the two move in. Whatever may have been troubling him, the prospect of a hearty meal has clearly bolstered his meal.

"You know, I never did ask anyone where you can buy more monster-squishing stuff and tougher hides," Shai offers on the conversation about arms and armor. He frowns. "You'd think I'd have, though. But I seem to lose the thread of things if I don't try hard these days."