(PbP) The Trail of Fire

[Velmont]

Villagers are trooping around the wounded man. No one dare to approach too near of this man falled from sky. The villagers are speaking quietly. The words mage, deamon, angel can be heards in the crowd.

Vedin looks at the crowd, as something seems to make his way. He see a red beard dwarf coming out of the crowd.

"Arise? Are you fool? I don't know who tell him that, but he have less brain than the most stupid Ogre. Can't you see this lad have fallen high enough to be killed and the bones in his legs most be in more pieces than there is drop of water in the ocean.

And you Devin, can't you enter a village as the other, by the main road. Is it a suicidal tendency you have? Now because of you, I won't be able to do my shopping quietly. Let me take you to best place, so you can take a nap. <Insert Infax character name here> is suppose to meet me today. Maybe he will be able to do something for those legs."

Turning his attention to the villagers:

"Heh! What are you looking for? There is nothing to see, and you (Pointing to the tall cloaked man), you seem strong, so you'll help me to carry him."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Xiskrin Karr - Ready

Before Krog is asked to help by the dwarf, another cloaked individual gives him a firm nudge with their cloaked elbow. Further analysis reveals a smiling set of yellow teeth below visible under the hood.

"Krog, my old friend, again our paths have intersected and we are fortunate to have each others' presence. Did adventure draw you to this place as well? Indeed a 'gut feeling' lured me here, but then again doesn't that gut feeling guide me everywhere?" Again the broad yellow smile is exposed.

The dwarf requests help from Krog, so naturally Xiskrin assists his colleague in helping the injured man.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Krog: (Male /Bugbear/Barbarian 1)

The hooded cloak turns slightly to the sound, as the voice is quite familiar and the cloaked figure replies quietly as if he doesn’t want other to hear, “Xiskrin, you old scourge. It’s been awhile since I last ran into you… One or two year… Yes?” As if not waiting for a reply he continues on, “You know me old friend… The only way to lure me into this civilization is the chance for coin, and in this case my gut tells me theirs many to be had here….” Looking over his shoulder at the scene forming around the stable, “I guess we should have a look at that. There might be something of value in that, though I warn you now it’s been some time since I’ve had a decent meal.”

The mass that is Krog turns towards the commotion and walks deliberately towards it again waiting for no replies.

 

[Velmont]

"Thanks to both of you, you seems to handle him pretty well without me, so let me lead the way to the Inn and pay the diner for everyone."

And so the townfolks were able to see to big cloaked man carrying a wounded one, lead by a dwarf. They enter the Inn and take a seat around a table near the fire. The dwarf start to walk in the direction of the lady innkeeper.

"Miss, I would like to have four meals... make it one and a half what you normally served, I think we have hungry companions, and some drinks for everyone. And I know it is not in use to serve alcool at that hour of the day, but I would like one glass of your strongest alcool for this poor lad who is hurt from everywhere, it will ease his pain. And you'll be gentle if you can send someone to find a healer for him too. Here, I think ten gold pieces will be enough for all that, no? Thanks."

After giving the money, the dwarf take his seats around the table.

"Thanks agains lads. My name is Kharas Rockfall. I'm not sure I've seen you before. Bah! No importance. And this broken body is named Vedin. I'll let him introduce himself, when he'll have drunk his mug. For my part, I'm a troobleshooter. I test the security of place that need to be guard and I build trap. I just finish a minor contract near here and I just got well paid, so don't bother to pay your meals, I offer it! If this afternoon, you could take an eye on my friend here, the time I do some fast shopping, I had to sell some objects to survive lately, and I want to buy some back, but for now, let's eat and talk."

At that moment, the innkeeper arrived with the hot meals, foods enough for 8 mans.

 

[Gimble Godshine]

OOC:Well this is taking place nicely, Vedin will be out for another half hour or so, his legs are no longer broken. Hmm, infax is uncharictaristicaly late...Oh well, he'll be here...

IC:A man...heh...not anymore, "Arrg, that hurts, it does." he grins as he gains 3-4 ft. of hight and rusty colored skin. Gimble! You all laugh, even vedin grins in his subconciance, "Hmm, one, two, three, four...well," he smiles "three and a half." "There's one missing..." "Hmm, no maybe two." "Oh well anyway I have som-" He issues a short grunt as that sickening crunch that is his affliction sets in, he becomes a 3 foot tall gnomish-looking thing with four arms, he looks at them making fists and unballing them... "Well isn't that interesting." "I guess I'll just wait for the rest of the, erm group." he walks, about half the way and turns into a birdlike thing and curses, and struts the remainder of the way.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Xiskrin cautiously pulls back the hood of his cloak, so that he may eat easier.

"My name is Xiskrin Karr, it is a pleasure to meet you both," he says to Kharas and the unconcious Vedin, "I'm a duelist of sorts, and I go where Fharlanghn takes me. When I'm lucky though, I find something of interest. I find it fortunate that a lot interests me."

He smiles and continues eating.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Krog: (Male /Bugbear/Barbarian 1)

Krog takes the food calmly and proficiently deep into the hood of his cloak not allowing any of the food to spill upon his outer garment. It’s an action that the others at the table can see is often practice as the huge beast of a man is often unwanted in civilized lands. Krog unconsciously pulls his hood up father and sinks into his cloak more as he watches Xiskrin remove his. Krog eats and stays quite for the most part but finally will bring himself to address the party, “My name is Krog and have no Cete, I retrieve people, be they alive or be they dead, and items of value for others.”

 

[Velmont]

Xiskrin cautiously pulls back the hood of his cloak, so that he may eat easier.

"My name is Xiskrin Karr, it is a pleasure to meet you both," he says to Kharas and the unconcious Vedin, "I'm a duelist of sorts, and I go where Fharlanghn takes me. When I'm lucky though, I find something of interest. I find it fortunate that a lot interests me."

He smiles and continues eating.

Kharas seems suprised when the hood fall on Xiskrin shoulder, and than start to stare at the other cloaked man.

"An Hobgoblin and a Bugbear... I first tought you were two half-orc at the size. Well, welcome to this small town, I have nothing against your kind, but I think you are not in the best place for your kinds... But anyway, you were the only two who seems to have some good sense ten minutes ago, so I'm pretty sure you will be the best company I can have in this town, and I include this corpse." Looking at Vedin. "Let's drink to that" Kharas take his mug and start to drink.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Xiskrin chuckles and takes a swig of his own mug too.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Krog: (Male /Bugbear/Barbarian 1)

Kharas sees the red beady eyes from under the cloak flair in anger and Krog spats, "If I had wanted my identity know to others I would drop my hood on my own accord... Keep your tongue quite or I shall remove it!" Krog slams his first down upon the table in furious rage as four of the closest bowls and plates flip over spilling their contents upon the table. Krog leans close allowing the dwarf to see him closely. The dwarf has no doubt that the bugbear is angry.