Off to War [IC]

[Spade]

The green-eyed teenager looked over, slightly startled for a moment, before settling down and processing the question.

"Oriqueth?" He repeated with a bit of confusion, never having heard the word before. Apparently a place, he guessed. That didn't really tell him anything, though, so the red-haired youth simply shrugged in response.

"No idea what that is." Gareth paused a moment to scratch the side of his head - Only further messing up his unruly hair - before speaking again. "Do they have a lot of Trident's there or something?"

 

[HolyMan]

"You, you could say that," Fallon says with a laugh. "A lot more than you see around here anyway."

He looks at the young man and takes in his features and gear. "New, new here I see. Well I am Fallon cook, herbalist, and all around helper here in, in the irregulars camp. And you are?"

 

[Spade]

"Gareth Silander... Uh, Recruit, I guess?" The teenager introduced himself, though tilting his head a bit in curiosity at the odd habit the other man had with repeating himself. It was a little weird, but he decided against commenting on it.

"So you're the cook and herbalist?" He mused, deciding to voice an amusing idea that popped into his head. "Ever end up getting the ingredients swapped around?"

 

[HolyMan]

Fallon laughs at the question and the large smile causes the old man's face to break into what must be a hundred wrinkles. His close cropped white hair doesn't cover the top of his head where more wrinkles appear.

"Oh no, Ha Ha. It's the spices that add, add to the cooking you see." He reaches down to pick up a wooden bowl beside the stool he is sitting on. He then takes a ladle of something from a pot hung over the nearby fire and fills the bowl.

"Everything I have to cure also makes, makes things taste a little sweeter. Here." Fallon says handing the bowl to the young man.

As Gareth takes a few bites of the delicious stew Fallon appraises him. "A recruit is, is it now? Or did they call you an iggot?" he asked with a little disdain in his voice as he looks off into the direction of the regular army.

 

[Spade]

The teenager nodded in place of a verbal response, swallowing before speaking.

"This is pretty good stuff, Fallon. But yes, something like that." Gareth confirmed, although he wasn't as annoyed about that as the old man apparently was.

"Kind of dumb if you think about it... I might be pretty bad with swords, but everyone uses those." The red head paused to gesture at his trident resting on the ground nearby before continuing. "So I look at it as me having an advantage against whoever I end up fighting, since they probably wouldn't have run into someone with a Trident before."

 

[HolyMan]

"Good, good for you," Fallon says nodding in approval. "Yes they think they are so, so smart up there." he says with a gesture towards the main camp.

"They wouldn't make it half, half a league were it not for the rest of us."

Fallon fixes himself a bowl and then while eating the two watch as others walk by the fire each person saying hello to Fallon and nodding to Gareth. Sometimes someone will stop and get a bowl of the stew and Fallon adds to it as the day wears on.

"So now you can't, can't sit here all day," Fallon suddenly says after an few hour or so. "Plenty to do, plenty to do. Why don't you go out with the water wagon," the old man says pointing to what looks like a giant barrel on wheels. "They are heading, heading to the creek to refill. Go ahead, an escort is in order I think, with what I heard about the big beasty that use, use to live in there."

[sblock=OOC] To late to set you up with an adventure link tonight will do it noonish tomorrow. Please just post your character gathering up and heading to the water wagon please. Effectively we are leaving this thread (which is inside the camp only) and heading out to do a little adventuring.[/sblock]

 

[Spade]

Gareth looked over at the giant barrel-wagon-thing curiously as he finished his stew, wondering just how heavy that thing got once they filled it up. Certainly looked like it could hold a lot of water...

"Thanks for the stew, Fallon." He said, handing the empty bowel back to the old man, getting to his feet. The teenager paused a moment to gather his shield and trident back up, stretching his arms and legs a little as he did in order to limber up. He didn't really know where the creek was, and it would be pretty embarrassing to get a leg cramp or something on his first time escorting something. "Make sure to save me some when I get back, alright?"

"Big Beasty, huh?" The red head muttered to himself curiously as he started off towards the water wagon, somewhat hopeful that it might actually show up. It wasn't like he wanted the wagon to get attacked, but it was interesting what other creatures might lurk out and about in the world. "Wonder what it is..."

[sblock=OOC]I was wondering how that'd work - It'd get pretty confusing having a bunch of adventures in a bunch of different places all in the same thread after all. [/sblock]

 

[HolyMan]

Fallon watches the young man head off on his first adventure and sighs remembering the good old days.

 

[HolyMan]

Fallon had fallen asleep before the warm fire sitting on his stool. It was a good thing he wasn't off adventuring again he would probably need a nap after every battle.

He is having a pleasant dream where he is once again encased in armor and drawing down the holy wrath of his god to smite evil when a young voice calling his name wakes him from his revere...

 

[Spade]

"Hey, Fallon!" Gareth called, attempting to be loud enough to wake the man up without actually shouting. "Wake up, this guy needs his arm patched."

For a moment he contemplated poking the man with the handle-end of his trident, but decided against it when the cook/healer started to stir.