Midnight: Peril in Arbordale

[Keia]

Darius, Wood Elf Channeler 4

Darius looked on in silent wonder as the halfling, who introduced herself as Seraphina ate her food and took the rest outside. He waited a few minutes after her return to allow her time to warm herself before asking any more questions or looking for any more answers.

Darius nodded to the dwarf upon his arrival, and stiffled a yawn in his hand. The bursts of cold were definitely making him long for a warm bed and some much needed rest.

He looked around the room at his remaining companions and began his goodnites, making sure that none were overly injured and could wait until morning. This was not mentioned directly but more of a 'everything okay?' manner.

 

[bkmanis]

Fordin drops into the chair nearly exhausted from several days travel, he extends his hand out towards the fire to warm them. [Traders Tongue]"Food and a strong drink if you have anything."[/Traders Tongue] He says to no one in particular not knowing who is running the place. Looking around at the other gathered in the room Fordin notices the elf nod at him in greeting and returns the nod. Fordin then notices the Dworg staring at him. [Durgis]"Is there a problem?"[/Durgis] Fordin asks in his low rumbling voice using the clan tongue to see if the Dworg understands.

 

[maddmic]

Kuknar smiles and bears his jagged teeth in a wide grin. [Durgis]"No problem brother. Just curious what clan you hail from. I do believe I have my answer now. Tell me, what brings you to this forsaken flat piece of land?"[/Durgis] He then stands up and moves towards an open chair closer to his clansman. On his way, he stops at the bar and picks up an ale from Miri. Sitting down, he offers the drink to the Dwarf. [Durgis]Afraid it's not as stout as our homelands brews, but it's not bad."[/Durgis]

 

[bkmanis]

Fordin accepts the cup from the Dworg, nodding his thanks he takes a long drink of the ale. [Durgis]"I hunt our enemy, what other reason is there to leave our high homes?"[/Durgis] Fordin responds to the Dworgs question. [Durgis]"I am called Fordin, and you?"[/Durgis]

 

[maddmic]

The Dworg takes a drink and then responds. [Durgis]"I am Kuknar. So, when you say that you hunt the enemy, you are referring to Orcs? We have a great many enemies as I have found through my travels, so mine number more than just the one race. For instance, I have fought what seem to be those who were dead, yet still walk. Strange. We are resting until we have regained our strength and then we hunt again. Tell me, how long have you been away from the clan? How do they fair against the black hordes?"[/Durgis]

 

[bkmanis]

[Durgis]"Yes the Orcs are the ones I hunt most, but it is true the shadow has many dogs at his command. I too have encounter these walking dead, I found it best to burn the bodies when at all possible."[/Durgis] Fordin responds to Kuknar. [Durgis]"It has been nearly a year since I left my holdfast. A few months ago I was back at the Kaladrun Mountains and a few companions and I witnessed an Orc raid on a Durgis holdfast. We helped as best we could but we were too late. The Orcs had killed most of the men folk but we managed to get most of the women and children to safety. We killed many Orcs that day but they are slowly grinding away our numbers.[/Durgis] Fordin responds to Kuknar's inquiry.

 

[Mirth]

After Elidur takes his leave to get some rest...

OOC: Doh! Forgot we had another character coming on. Serves me right for trying to rush the game along...

Realizing that nobody else is coming with him, Elidur pauses at the doorway and watches the halfling make her exit and return.

The arrival of the dwarf is a surprise, especially since the dworg seems to have some connection to him. Quietly, Elidur kneels down on his haunches and listens to the harsh, gutteral conversation of the two dwarfkin.

 

[Keia]

Darius listened to Kuknar and the newcomer converse for a few moments in a language Darius recognized as a dwarven dialect, but he did not understand it.

"I hope you find a peaceful and confortable rest after your journey here," Darius said looking at Sera. "However, I definitely need some rest after today's traveling and events. Perhap I can speak more with you on the morrow. With both of you."

The final was said encompassing the dwarven newcomer as well.

OOC: Lanuages used: Trader's Tongue

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

After exchanging pleasantries with the newcomers, Miri provides rooms to everyone and you all eventually retire for the night. The rooms are simple and plain but comfortable, the beds covered with heavy blankets to help stave off the chill of the night.

In the morning, you all eventually gather back in the common room. An unearthly amount of snow fell during the night and it is still snowing steadily. The ground is covered by at least a foot of heavy, wet snow.

Miri greets everyone with a nod and then in short order, produces breakfast for all. It is a simple spread, consisting of bread and cheese, with a few pieces of fruit thrown in for good measure. She then disappears somewhere into the house and leaves all of you to talk and plan.

 

[maddmic]

After catching up with the dwarf about his homeland, Kuknar yearns to go home. He had asked for the name of the holdfast that was attacked and found that it was where he hailed from. Perhaps if he had been there, then he could've died honorably fighting for the protection of his home and it's people. He was relieved to hear that most of the women survived, but equally distraught to hear that most of the men died defending his home. Careful not to show any outward emotions, he silently vowed that night as he laid to sleep that he would somehow get revenge.

The next morning, Kuknar is his normal outgoing self sitting to eat the breakfast. He grunts to Fordin as a means of invitation to sit and eat with him. Once done with his breakfast, he looks to those around him and plainly asks, [Trader's Tongue]"So, what's our plan for today?"[/Trader's Tongue]