New Heroes Arise IC

[bruin]

"I am an aquirer of fine objects."

Haldamir raises an eyebrow at this description, and his skin began to sweat a little.

His order's reputation of being utterly fearless was almost entirely true, except in the case of halflings and gnomes. These his order feared more than anything because of their insufferable mischevousness, whether it was telling jokes or pulling pranks. There was no barrier to meditation more formidable than a member of the party who liked to harrangue the party with their endless tall tales, or who liked to test the comic value of thrusting a pie in the said medidating monk's face. A monk of his order had once been driven temporarily insane after being cooped up with a halfling commoner for three weeks on a ship, sharing the same bunkroom for that time.

"Most of my history I have already spoken of, so I'll not bore you with any more details," Haldamir said. Then, appearing to project his voice somewhat in Jillian's direction, "But mine is an ascetic order, and as such we very rarely carry any items of value on our persons." His hand unconsciously seemed to close over his money pouch as he said this.

 

[shaff]

Jeremy flips to the back of the book and looks for anything that has to do with Dieties, religion, or Divination. If he doesnt see anything he will just continue reading from the beginning.

 

[Guest 11456]

Jillian looks up to William. "Is there anthing else? If not, I guess we should head out." Jillian looks around at her new companions. Then she looks up to the elven woman. "Are you ready to go, Rocheleen?"

 

[doghead]

"We need to sort out some things first, like horses for those who need them, and supplies. How far is the temple. And Sir William, how do you intend to get in touch with us each day? Will Rocheleen handle all these details? All of us will most likely need time to gather equipment and some to gather mounts. Where and when shall we muster?

 

[Guest 11456]

Jillian places her hands on her hips, stands up to her full 2' 8", and looks up at the barbarian while tapping her right foot. She scolds, "I wish you would listen to what is said. It would make things go oh so much easier." She waves toward William and says matter-a-factly, "The man said he would provide mounts for those that needed them." She winces at the thought of riding one of those huge horse creatures. "As for supplies.... Oh yeah! Supplies." She blushes for a moment and then turns to William, and adds meekly, "How many days supplies do you figure we'll need?" She coyly glances back at Hoegor.

 

[Thels]

Heh, I should remember not to overlook her again.

Looking at the others, Deirdre states: "Well, I got my own mount, so I'll stick to that. There's some provisions I need to gather before we go though. I don't know about you guys, but I don't visit a town's elder dressed for battle."

She lowers her eyes to look at Jillian. "Do you happen to possess forms of transport more suited to your own size?", she asks with a pleasent voice, not trying to be discriminating at all, "Because a horse would seem a bit awkward for you to ride on. If you don't, you could ride with me if you want. Dana shouldn't have troubles with the extra weight."

"Oh, by the way, mister from the ascetic order," Deirdre looks sidewards at Haldamir, "I usually don't lend my ear to stories that are not directed towards me and might not concern me, so I'm afraid I didn't catch any of that. Could you at least share your name with us?"

 

[bruin]

"Oh, yes, I am Haldamir, con ... [he was going to say "condemned to serve as a mercenary," but caught himself in time] er, tasked by my order to provide my services to worthy causes for the next several years of my life."

The situation at hand was obviously a worthy cause in its own right, but Haldamir knew that his future work might very well be of a mercenary nature, with most of the proceeds going to fill the monastery's coffers. Not that he cared about the money, but the prospect of working alongside thieves and hired swords for the next three or four years simply gave him a bad taste in his mouth.

 

[Jemal]

William Cleared his throat and spoke. "I've allready spoken with the stable-hand, and he can provide mounts for you, just tell him 'Master William says the storm will pass' and he'll outfit them for you." He paused and glanced at the halfling "There are two small ponies which may suit your size, but one is a bit wild.. You'll have to make the decision as to what to do once you've seen them." He leaned forward
"Now, Supplies shouldn't be too much of a problem, you shouldn't need ore than a weeks worth, it's only a 2 days ride to get there, especially with Rocheleen leading the way.. Although You may want to take extra in case you are held up by something unexpected." His tone made it clear that he didn't think that very likely, but also didn't want to endanger you any more than he allready was.

"You'll have the rest of the day to prepare, and tonight you can sleep. I'ld suggest leaving tommorow during the morning, when few people are up, and when my magics can cover your departure. I'ld rather if as few people as possible know you are leaving. I beleive the orcs have a spy in the town guard, and if they find out you are gone, they may launch another attack while you are out... Or worse yet, ambush you and THEN organize a group to take the town."

He stands, anticipating the obvious question. "I have a few tricks that I can use to convince the town that you are spending most of your days here, in preparation for something, and hopefully by the time any find out what has truley happened, it will be because they are throwing a parade for returning heroes."

He turns and nods to Rocheleen, who heads into a back room, and then returns with a scroll case she hands him. "This contains a spell called "Dream", which I can use to speak to one of you in your dreams. If I find anything new, I'll let you know the instant you fall asleep. I'll also be keepng a scrying watch on you, so if you feel like you're being watched.. It's likely me. If you need to tell me something, tell Rocheleen. Also, I don't know if I'll be able to contact you once you've gone down past the first basement.. Something blocked my scrying, and could block the communications as well, so you may be on your own if I can't find a solution by the time you arrive."

Assuming there are no Objections, he continues "Rocheleen will collect you all shortly before daybreak.. are there any other questions?"

 

[doghead]

"One, but it's for Rocheleen. How are you with dogs?"

OOC: Shall we just describe what we plan to do until tomorrow morning?

If Rocheleen is OK with dogs then he will bring Storm and Teeth. Mastiffs are not aggressive but very protective of their master's own. They could help R. mind the horses. Otherwise, he will find someone to look after them (Sir William?).

Appart from that, all he needs to do is collect and pack his gear. He's going to shift most of it to the horses saddlebags. 7 days rations: 4 for the journy and 3 for the caves. Get his boots and rain-cloak re-oiled.

If the weather isn't too bad today, Hoegor will ride out for a few hours in the direction that we will be taking. There is probably nothing this close to the town, but it doesn't hurt to make sure, and he needs the exercise. (Edit: In the original post you said that it was "night". If so igore this. What is the time?)

I'm assuming "Rocheleen will collect you" means she will come to the inn tomorrow.

I think thats about it.

 

[shaff]

OOC: so are we getting the horses 2night or 2morrow?