Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VIII

[Wilphe]

OOC:
[sblock]Normal owls don't wear boots, or the ring you see that's round its left foot as it lands in your hand. But he's not Laurent's familiar, or animal companion for that matter.[/sblock]

 

[Velmont]

[SBLOCK=OOC]OK... I forgot about those boots. Well, in that case, he is obviously a domisticated owl, which made it friendly to Sielwoodan now That can be funny.[/SBLOCK]

 

[Dhes]

Dunstand solemnly follows the group, his hearth still heavy with the loss of their friends.
Still suspicious about Laurent, Dunstand positions himself between Teleri and the Bard. ”So tell me, and please without song and dance this time, what were you doing out here in the middle of no were. The only roads around here lead to no were, only deeper into the dark and dank wilderness. Or is it that your love for nature is so great that you often go wondering of without destination.”

 

[Majin]

The trip back to Twilight Hollow is thankfully an uneventful one. Perhaps the bard took care of all threats on the way in? The town itself has not changed since the party's departure. The Double Bolt Inn looms ahead amid other shops and houses further down the street. A night's rest and a hot meal would be quite welcome right now.

 

[Velmont]

"Go on to the Inn, I'll join you. I'll take care of Rex and find Felmir too, to be sure he came back safely." Sielwoodan leave teh group and walk into teh stable first, knowing the donkey like the confort of the human installation... but he would be surely angry at him to have let him alone for so long.

 

[Wilphe]

Still suspicious about Laurent, Dunstand positions himself between Teleri and the Bard. ”So tell me, and please without song and dance this time, what were you doing out here in the middle of no were. The only roads around here lead to no were, only deeper into the dark and dank wilderness. Or is it that your love for nature is so great that you often go wondering of without destination.”

"I don't sing, and I don't dance - so doing without either is easy. Your surmise is more or less accurate, I was wandering the wilderness without a destination in mind. My further proffessional development requires that I study the traditions of the druids. Normally young initiates learn this through years of study at the hands of their elders."

"However I am not a raw neophyte, but contrary to certain of your associates apparent contempt, quite capable. I am therefore eligable to compress my training into a comparitively short rite of passage. I was told to prepare for a long sojurn in the wilderness and equipped myself accordingly. Thus arrayed I stepped out into the stone circle before the elders and immeditaly blacked out."

"I awakened in the forest we are in now, with no memory of how I got here. I presume it must have been some portal or druid specific teleportation. Anyway, I had paid for some magical boots to keep myself at a comfortable temperature and a ring which would supply all my bodily needs for food, liquid and sleep. These, much to my suprise, I found in the possession of yonder owl and thier stead I have been granted the use of a magic bowl will produces gruel."

 

[Wilphe]

"Presumably it's not much of a test if you are too comfortable. They seem to have felt I needed motivation to hunt, kill, forage and fend for myself. Hector has been keeping my company ever since, I believe he will be observing my conduct and reporting accordingly."

Laurent smiles, "So now you know about me, pray tell about your good selves?"

 

[Dhes]

Laurent smiles, "So now you know about me, pray tell about your good selves?"

”Me? I’m just a man with a knife, trying to find out why his companions are dying around him.” Leaving the matter at that, dunstand silently walks on always half a step behind the bard.

As the party reaches Twilight Hollow, Dunstand takes to his room, only coming out for a refreshing bath to wash of the grime.

 

[Majin]

Laurent, not far away from Dunstand as he retreats into the inn, catches a spot of movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning to investigate, he has only the chance to see a glimpse of two small pairs of eyes that, once spotted, quickly retreat into the shadows of a nearby alley.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang rolls his eyes at the back of Laurent's head when the bard comments on his own prowess. Nobody that talks this much could be very handy with a sword. He'd be too busy wagging his tongue to remember which was the business end.
"Your friends might be missing you, orator Laurent. Pray they do not find you out-of-bounds." Calenthang raises his right hand to Laurent and moves to follow Dunstand into the inn.