Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

"Many thanks to you good sir, this is a most intriguing place indeed and I tale I shall do not to forget in this quest. Thromgril you may do best to keep the gift chosen for you. Lead the way Horseman of Mier, my cause follows you this day." Taking the gauntlets from the steel box he slips them over his smooth hands and flexes his fingers, a gift from the forge indeed.

Outside, Derrik will wait for the Horseman of Mier to come up to untie his horse and give a softly spoken word to the lad "do not fret lad, ye'll make a fine leader. An don't be worry'n 'bout the sea-elf, he's just a might-bit unsure of himself as well, that's probably the reason fer his jumping at every word, tryin' to prove himself when nothing need to be proved."

[character sheet updated, history grows with the story :-)]
 
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Zar-Vroxiar returns the bow as he accepts the gift. He makes no further comments as the wizard passes out the rest of the items to the others. He places his gift in his Haversack as he watches each receive their gift. As they leave, Zar turns, a smirk now on his face, and he strides confidently from the hall to the courtyard beyond where the Dwarf's wagon and the Human's horse are.

Zar catches the eyes of the Dwarf and Human as they speak. "I care not what you think of me, in fact, I encourage it. I learned what I needed to know in there."

Zar steps back and waits for all to come together. "ЎϋhaÔlaám" Zar says as he begins the dweomer to summon forth a magical mount for him to ride. He climbs up and looks to the Horseman of Mier and says, "What say you, Man? What is the best route to your homeland?"
 

Vendetta said:
"Now, speak your part, wizard, and quit playing games. If the Chieftan is so powerful, how then could even the charge of the human's magical cow recover the scepter from him?


((OOC: nice reference 'detta *smirks*))

Next, he pulls out a small black box, jingling as he slides it over to the Human.
"For you my friend, a set of shoes for your steed, mastercrafted by some of the Finest Elven smiths of the land. I can assure you you will like the results"(OOC: Horseshoes of Speed, Double the Speed of your Horse)

Skarsus blushed a little as he received the wizard's offering. It had been a long time since anyone had seen fit to gift him anything and he was not so used to owning much more than he carried. Carefully placing them in his pack so that he may find a smithy who could place them on Palientha, he nodded in thanks to the wizard and after the others had gotten what had been set aside for them, he bade the wizard well with promises of his dedication to the task at hand and went to untie his mount from the dwarf's cart.

Ferrix said:
"Lead the way Horseman of Mier, my cause follows you this day." Taking the gauntlets from the steel box he slips them over his smooth hands and flexes his fingers, a gift from the forge indeed.
Outside, Derrik will wait for the Horseman of Mier to come up to untie his horse and give a softly spoken word to the lad "do not fret lad, ye'll make a fine leader. An don't be worry'n 'bout the sea-elf, he's just a might-bit unsure of himself as well, that's probably the reason fer his jumping at every word, tryin' to prove himself when nothing need to be proved."

Skarsus nodded sagely at Derrik's kind words and was about to reply when the sea elf rudely butted in.
"I care not what you think of me, in fact, I encourage it. I learned what I needed to know in there."
A curiously coloured horse appeared out of a rainbow cloud, summoned Skarsus guessed, by the elf wizard.
"What say you, Man? What is the best route to your homeland?"

The Mier horseman darted a look and a smile towards his new dwarven friend and turned to reply The very same way I arrived, sir elf.

Where upon he swings into his saddle and, after making sure all are ready leads off back through the way they were lead into the Golden Citedal and then out of the city.

(Once along the journey, Skarsus will ask if any in the party can aid him with mounting his new horseshoe's onto Palientha's hooves?)
 

((OOC: nice reference 'detta *smirks*))
((OOC: Yes, I'd been dying to use it back on you since you decided to be a horseman :D))

"Good. Then lead on. I am already provisioned. I can only assume our companions are as well." Zar says, looking back at everyone. "But, perhaps a hastey stop at the local olde general shoppe might be wise. With the Dwarf's wagon, additional supplies are much more viable." With that, Zar manuevers his mount along side and a step back from the Horseman of Meir.
 

For you my friend, a Silk Vest, but with a Special Magic inside, a set of Lockpicks, that have been enchanted to assist you in picking any lock."(OOC: The Vest of Escape. When Worn by the PC, enchantment is activated, a set of Lockpicks are inside, +4 Bonus to Open Lock Checks when Used. If 15 feet or more from vest, they lose their power until returned to the Vest.)
As he shrugs the vest on Ackalon nodds "I'm sure these will come in handy...you've got yourself a thief"

Good. Then lead on. I am already provisioned. I can only assume our companions are as well." Zar says, looking back at everyone. "But, perhaps a hastey stop at the local olde general shoppe might be wise. With the Dwarf's wagon, additional supplies are much more viable."

Sitting next to the dwarf on the wagon he turns to the human Hell Man, while we get supplies for the journey as our 'mage' suggests why don't we go ahead and get your horse shoed for the journey?
 

"Aye, provisions!", Thromgril blurts out. "Rations would called for, aye, but let us get some more of those beautifully roasted meats for the first few days, eh?", he says, pointing towards end of the plaza where signs of the festival are still apparent. "You have room in that wagon for me too, don't ya, Derrik?
 

Not to worry my axe wielding friend, I'll be out of this wagon soon as we get to the Inn of the Spirited Wench (and that she was...) where my horse is stabled...at least I hope so Ackalon smiles. Besides this wood is really chaffiing in long voyages.
 

(OOC: Ok guys, I have some bad news. Due to a sudden development, I have to leave to Wyoming for a week, from Today until next Sunday. I hate to do this, but it is urgent that I go. I assure you, the moment I return my PbP games will be back in their usual fast swing. Once again, apologies.)
 

DralonXitz said:
(OOC: Ok guys, I have some bad news. Due to a sudden development, I have to leave to Wyoming for a week, from Today until next Sunday. I hate to do this, but it is urgent that I go. I assure you, the moment I return my PbP games will be back in their usual fast swing. Once again, apologies.)


OOC: No worries matey - RL always comes before online nonsense! :) You just make sure you get everything done while yer there. I'm sure we can rp some to fill in the gap! Stay well,

Dai
 


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