Iron Heroes - Dark Harbor

[Ambrus]

OOC: Sorry, I misunderstood. I'll just proceed from here to avoid backtracking.

When Damien sees the clerk waiving his group over to the registry desk he simply motions towards the desk with his hand and says: "Ah! Here we are now." Walking over with his group Damien graciously thanks the clerk for his help and promises to buy him a pint for the favor when they're next out. He then waits for the others to sign themselves into the registry before asking the clerk for the list of available ferrymen. While the the clerk makes out the list Damien adds his own name to the registry and then collects the list. After shaking the clerk's hand Damien motions the group back towards the entryway.

 

[Erekose13]

Ghuntomas adds his name to the registry beneath Damien's without saying a word. he nods in thanks to Damien's friend as he makes his way back towards the entryway. "Down to that inn then? We can find out more information about all of the available captains. We should check and see if any of them are leaving soon though."

 

[Ambrus]

Stepping back out into the open air Damien smiles and nods to the large barbarian. "The Mast and Mainsail right Grendel? A pint or two and a few questions it is then. The captains will probably be anxious to set out as soon as they've got passengers to ferry. We can't really talk to Covis though until Tremance gives us the gold he'll want before he sails. That'll only be tomorow at the earliest."

As the group sets out for the inn Damien's gaze can't seem to help but fall on Gregghor. Even though Damien is six feet tall himself, he can't help but feel dwarfed by the heavily muscled barbarian standing next to him. His eyes are drawn to the thick bear-sark the man wears. Is what's written about the bear-sark wearing barbarians of the north true? "That's a fine bear-sark Gregghor; how did you come by it?"

 

[Einan]

"When I was fifteen summers, the men of my tribe went on a bear hunt to kill a bear that was killing us. I was the bait. I was flogged with pine branches to make me bleed and staked to the ground. When the bear scented my wounds, it charged. The men of my village attacked it, but their weapons made no difference. The bear was crazed with madness. It ripped me from the ground and flung me into the air. I landed on the bear's back and some of its madness came into me. I gouged out the bear's eye with my fingers and ripped its jaws asunder while it ripped my flesh with its claws. I ate its heart that day and wear its skin. This way, the bear and I can still dance when it is needful." Gregghor nods at the end of the speech, and reaches to the bear's head tied over his shoulder to scratch its head playfully. "That was a good day."

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Grendel blinks in response to Gregghor's story. He opens his mouth to say something, but just as soon swallows his words. After all, there wasn't much for him to say as a former fisherman — the experiences just didn't compare.

 

[Erekose13]

Just as taken aback as Grendel, Ghuntomas can only stare at the large barbarian in wonder. He had seen his fair share of wild animals, but to see a young man tear a great bear apart with his bare hands... Wow.

 

[Ambrus]

Damien leads the group through the busy fish market and, turning left onto the main street, continues along towards the inn just a few blocks away. The young scribe takes in the barbarian's tale while trying to remain impassive, though it is difficult to believe. Bearbait. Still, how else to explain the bear-sark? "So, ah, they tales I've heard about the bearsarkers of the north are true then?" Damien looks over the impressive bear's head slung over the barbarian's shoulder.

OOC: Einan, what color and size of bear is the sark made of?

"In Tremance's office you mentioned that you were seeking the 'ebon way'. What's that about?"

 

[Einan]

OOC: Brown with streaks of ocher dye, large.

"We live as we may. The old ways are not as respected as they once were. Many of my kinfolk have come to the city, to live as the cityfolk do. I do not approve." Gregghor scowls at this and shakes his head slowly, regretfully. "I was sent to seek the Ebon Way. I know not what it is, only that our holy man says I must seek it and may not return until I find it."

 

[Ambrus]

Damien is taken aback slightly at this. He'd studied the various religious ideologies popular along the New Coast but knew only a few tales of the barbarians' animistic beliefs. Not wanting to risk inadvertently offending the large bearsarker Damien turns to the other foreigner of who he knew so little and smiles cordially. "So, Ghuntomas, I thought when we first met that you and Gregghor were kinsmen but now I can hear your accents are different. Where do you hail from and what brings you to the city?"

 

[Erekose13]

Looking around briefly to make sure they are not within earshot of most of the crowd Ghuntomas replies, "Borat. I'm a simple woodsman whose family was murdered. I followed the murderer here to Malador, but have lost his trail. I got dragged into this cause I was carrying a weapon in town and I suppose I'll need a living if I'm to remain in town long enough to pick up the trail again."