Planetouched Peril

[Fangor the Fierce]

*Ashlie, sitting and watching, instead of eating listens to Sarwen's proposal.*

"It seems as though you want this group of Pilgrims guarded. You also mention a pregnant woman. When is she expecting delivery of her youth? Will it be while we are en route? It seems as though I am willing to partake in this job. The fee sounds good, and the newly acquired company that I find myself in would do well for my inquiries."

Ashlie then begins scrathing the back of her neck. For some reason, it seems as though she is a little nervous, not having been accustomed to so much company. Her days have long been spent in the comany of Harwin or to herself. As she scratches her neck, a slight dust cloud billows as she moves her cloak.

Not wanting to show more signs of nervousness, she says, "How soon can we leave?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Well, the pregnant woman, Marna, isn't due for four months, so you should be fine in that department. As for when you can leave, the pilgrims were just waiting until I could get a good group together, so if tomorrow isn't too soon... Oh, and if you wish some minor potions or scrolls, I think I could scrounge up some. And the temple of Pelor or Tymora would be willing to part with some of the same for appropriate donations.

"Anyway, one thing more, I will need everyone's initial fee for the Guild, 50 gold. I can take that out of your advance if you wish. And I'll need a name for your group so I can register you," Sarwen says, moving to the counter to pull out her ledger.

 

[Cannibal_Kender]

"I'm interested in the job," Zafira will reply to Sarwen's description. "Though I'll need the 50 gold taken out of my advance, as my last caravan didn't pay nearly as well."

"As for a name for our group, I have no idea." Zafira will look to the others for suggestions.

 

[Emperor Valerian]

* To Jabin, after initially besting him*
"Well met... Jabin, isn't it? Not everyone needs to be experienced in combat magic... indeed, what I know isn't really combat magic... more entertainment magic I've corrupted for combat purposes. Pray tell, what background do you come from?"

"As for a group name... how about the Magnificent.... Five of us? "

 

[Verbatim]

* To Jabin, after initially besting him*
"Well met... Jabin, isn't it? Not everyone needs to be experienced in combat magic... indeed, what I know isn't really combat magic... more entertainment magic I've corrupted for combat purposes. Pray tell, what background do you come from?"

"My father began teaching me the basics of magic to assist him after he discovered that he had contracted an illness from his travels. While he was a skilled mage he did not favor any school of spells over the other, saying that all had their usage in their own way. However, he did teach me that the greatest power that one could have is knowledge, and I have taken that motto to heart."

*As Sarwen asks for a name for the party, Jabin glanced down to the belt at his waist. While the cardinals pleased him, he doubted that the same would be true for his new companions, but thought that perhaps a different bird would work. It would need to be a strong name, one that inspire respect in those who met them."

"Perhaps the Hawks?"

 

[wolfheart]

Pharos takes in Sarwen's description, a sense of excitement and anxiety welling up within him. He looks at the assembled group and marvels at the diversity of it's makeup. When he left Andulvey, he never thought he would be traveling in such circles, but the thought of it now seems appropriate. To grow his understanding of his faith, he must frame it in the context of a wider world than that which he has experienced. Aha, Pharos realizes he has already expanded the boundaries of his consciousness and smiles inwardly.

"This job would seem an appropriate beginning to my career, and I will gladly take the work. You will have to take my fee from our advance, as temple work pays mainly in spiritual coin." Pharos looks about the table, looking for some common thread on which to name the party. "I know that my view is somewhat biased, but, expanding on Jabin's bird theme, we could be the Order of the Pheonix or Company of the Pheonix."

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

"My fee is here, as my last job paid well." *Ashlie procures the fee and hands it to Sarwen.*

A name fo rthe group. That seems kind of strange. How can one name a group that has only begun? But I am sure that they will come up with something.

 

[Verbatim]

"This job would seem an appropriate beginning to my career, and I will gladly take the work. You will have to take my fee from our advance, as temple work pays mainly in spiritual coin." Pharos looks about the table, looking for some common thread on which to name the party. "I know that my view is somewhat biased, but, expanding on Jabin's bird theme, we could be the Order of the Pheonix or Company of the Pheonix."

*Surprised that someone thought his avian theme was a workable one, Jabin's mind went to work thinking on the Phoenix.*

"I am fine with the Phoenix idea, but let us hope that unlike the bird, we will be known for more than rising from the ashes of our death."

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

*Surprised that someone thought his avian theme was a workable one, Jabin's mind went to work thinking on the Phoenix.*

"I am fine with the Phoenix idea, but let us hope that unlike the bird, we will be known for more than rising from the ashes of our death."

All life eventually goes to ashes. What is wrong with that? Are we not all dying? Are we not all eventually destined to become what we are? Ashes? Dust?

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Sarwen coughs delicately and goes behind the counter to start counting out your advance pay. As she works she interjects a question when there is a pause.*

"Is there anything anyone wishes to buy from one of the Guilds before you start your job? Potions? Scrolls? Alchemical supplies?" she inquires.