Lone Wolf I: Shadows on the Dorn

[Paido]

Looking after the dwarven gunner, Jesabela says: "We'll take that as an 'aye' then, shall we, Moon's Brand? Feeling up to a good rock toad tongue?"

Then she sets out to take care of acquiring a map and securing the travel provisions, as well as finding out where the chambers reserved for them are.

 

[Relenoir]

Moon's Brand smiles to herself as she watches the other two race down the hallway. "I'll stick with my original idea, and meet up with you two later on!" she calls out to them as they turn another corner. Despite enjoying a good competition, she knows when she's outmatched. Discretion IS the better part of valor, as our masters say, she thinks to herself as she walks back down the hall to where she last saw Hoagar and Jesabela. I still can't match their pace, but I'm getting there! And with Silver Wind and his Tracking, 'tis a futile contest to begin with, from my perspective. Better off getting to know our new companions, she muses as she turns another corner and meets back up with Jesabela and Hoagar, who is getting ready to go on his way. After a brief exchange, the dwarf departs, while the woman and the girl look into their rooms, a map, and traveling provisions. Later on, they meet at the palace gates, to await Hoagar. This may be the best way to learn what I can about our companions' characters, by observing them in social situations.
Of course, it all has to get to the more interesting "venture into the unknown" part of the adventure right as I leave for vacation! Makes me wish we had computer access at Disney World! Well, until sometime on July 5, Moon's Brand is in your hands, Andrew. She would be certain to Heal herself up to four times per day if injured, use Glancing Blow against hits that would cause unconsciousness or critical hits, Dangerous Whispers upon entering buildings, staying in any place for a while, or in other potentially unfavorable or suspicious situations, and Primal Kenning to keep herself and others from being unwittingly toxified. Have fun everyone, I will be looking forward to returning and resuming game play!

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

The next morning comes, and the heroes are awoken by the sounds of loud knocking upon the door to their rooms. In walk two Sommlending soldiers, a thin, wiry man with a longbow slung over his shoulder, and a massive Durncrag hillman, an impressive axe slung across his back. The soldiers greet the heroes, averting their eyes from the dressing females. "I'm Zane," says the one with the bow, in a noticable Kirlundin accent, "and this is Shof. The third escort King Ulnar dispatched, Asojar, is down in the courtyard helping to load the caravan. The King says you're to go down to the kitchens and get yourself some breakfast, and then we'll be off."

The company proceeds through the hallways towards the kitchens. There, they are greeted by an attractive young lady. "And what'll you folks be eating this morning? We have nearly anything you'd want, except," she looks towards Hoagar and grins, "some of your more exotic dwarven fare."

Tried to post earlier, but the boards had a hiccup. So I lost 20 minute's worth of typing...

 

[Eternalknight]

"My Lady, you are kind," says Silver Wind with a grin. "If I may, can I have some fruit and water?" He takes her by the hand and leads her into the kitchen.

 

[adgramaine]

"Whatever meats you have ready I am sure will be fine...", says Dark Hawk. "This might be the last time for a while I get to enjoy cooked food."

He glances towards a wall, taking great care in examining the mortal and stone work as he is sure his last comment will broke some attention....

 

[Krug]

"Eggs and anything coated in a nice thick layer of oil," says Hoagar. "So Zane and Shof.. eager for the journey ahead?"

 

[Paido]

The next morning comes, and the heroes are awoken by the sounds of loud knocking upon the door to their rooms. In walk two Sommlending soldiers, a thin, wiry man with a longbow slung over his shoulder, and a massive Durncrag hillman, an impressive axe slung across his back.

A soft moan comes from below Jesabelas blanket, followed by a muffled "oh, get keelhauled, will ya? Damn noisy landlubbers ..."

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The company proceeds through the hallways towards the kitchens. There, they are greeted by an attractive young lady. "And what'll you folks be eating this morning? We have nearly anything you'd want, except," she looks towards Hoagar and grins, "some of your more exotic dwarven fare."

At those last words, Jesabelas face seems to turn a bit green for a moment.

"Whatever meats you have ready I am sure will be fine...", says Dark Hawk. "This might be the last time for a while I get to enjoy cooked food."

"Don't tell me we've got no cook on board for that journey," she mutters. "On second thought - don't tell me anything about cooking right now." The young woman presses her hand to her forehead and moans again softly.

"Eggs and anything coated in a nice thick layer of oil," says Hoagar.

Jesabela nearly gags for a moment at that thought. "Just some toast and fruits for me, please. And a hot jala. In a bucket."

She looks for a place the morning sun hasn't invaded in force yet and sits down. Really shouldn't have taken that swig of Bor-brew, no matter what Hoagar said! Next time, keep to the Chai-cheer, girl. Then she grins weakly to herself. But you gotta admit, it was a fun evening!

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"So Zane and Shof.. eager for the journey ahead?"

"So we are," Zane says, hungrily devouring a rather unappetizing plate of fish and sausages. "Been all around Sommerlund in service of the King, but ain't ne'er been to Ragadorn." He goes silent, staring into space, thinking. "They say it's rough country out there. As for Shof, well, you won't get much out of him. That man's a fine strong killin' arm - guess you'd have to be, up there in the mountains with the Giaks and Kai knows what else - but not much else." He flashes a grin. He downs the rest of his meal quickly and pushes his plate back. He belches.

"Well, I guess we'd best be headin' up to meet Asojar, now."

In the courtyard sits two large merchant's wagons. Tying supplies and crated trade goods into the carts is a tall, stringy-looking man with an impressive mane of dark hair and a long scar running down his face and right over his eye. He turns to the group and waves.

"This here's Asojar," Zane says. "He's from a little village in Southlund. He won't be talkin' too much, y'see, he fell afoul of some bandits on the highway near Anskaven. Took his tongue, don't you know."

Two merchants come out of the citadel, and climb up into the driver's seats. Zane takes his place in one of the driver's seats, and Asojar in the other. "You five and Shof'll be in the backs, I'll let it up to you how you want to seat yourselves." He looks around a bit, and then turns his head again. "And if there's nothing else, I'm guessing we'll be off, then."

 

[Krug]

"A seat where I can get a good aim," says Hoagar. "Not that we expect bandits, do we?" the dwarf smiles. "Still groggy from the drink, milady?" he says to Jesabela.

He'll plonk himself near the back

 

[Eternalknight]

Silver Wind decides to sit nearest to the other Kai Lords.