(RP) Dangerous Legacy

[Vendetta]

The barmaid comes around and takes Sel'Tarien's order. Jaeden asks her Sonrik's question. "What news of Thel'Lorean, home of the elves?"

The barmaid's eyes grow large. "Oh, funny ye should ask that, luvs. The 'ole town is in a uproars. There was a dragon! 'ee went an' destroyed tha whole place 'ee did... only, 'ee weren't a 'ee, 'ee were a she! An' she birthed that Rocks Vorath fellow's children, she did. You know 'im, evol wizard what tried ta conquer Enber 300 years ago! They say Tandra'var an' Kendrian were kilt, even, but I don't believe it. I mean, they're immortal, ain't they. But it scared up the king plenty, aye. Summoned heroes an' em'saries from all o'er Enber ta Enberton ta figger out what ta do 'bout her. uh... the dragon, that is." She says as if they had no idea of this stuff. Then she adds. "Been all the news these days. Were ye up in tha canyons 'venturin' ((adventuring)), eh? Jest gittin' inta town and catchin' bits o' tha news, aye?"

 

[Knight Otu]

Sel'Tarien shakes his head hearing the barmaid talking as if the events did not affect her at all. "I am not hungry." he says, as if to explain his head-shake without giving away his thoughts.

 

[Tor L'Tha]

"Something amiss?" Sonrik asks Rak as he sees his concentration focus on the center of the room. He turns back to the server and nod at her suggestion of food. "I won't get my hopes up here. After leaving the halflings, I don't expect to be offered food like that for some time." he says, smiling at the irony.
Sonrik continues to talk as he watches Rak stuff his face, looking occasionally out of the corner of his eye to make sure Gemble is not getting into trouble.

Rak sudently reacts at Sonriks irony like he was far in a dream of some sort but at the same time looking out for Gemble and the movments of the Inn "yes, those halflings know how to make food, that's for sure" he leave his spoon at the table "I'm worried i think... or more feel like this night is gonna be visited by trouble" he glances for a split second in Ala's direccion and wispers to Sonrik she do not make that feeling less" after some seconds in silence he again speaks "barmaid bring me some ale are you kind" as he gets his ale he says "I will make a salute to you all! old and new friends" "must our group be stronger from now on" "and the bonds that we now have never be corrupted" he again and not by his will, look in Ala's direction and he then looks at Sonrik who notice the the dark rings Rak have under his eyes, a clear sing of his state of mind this evening.

 

[Vendetta]

Gemble, Jaeden, and Krueger raise their cups with Rak and drink to the toast.

"By this time tomorrow, we shall be in Enberton... what does fate plan for us there, I wonder." Jaeden says after his drink, mind aflutter with anticipation and fear for what could be.

"At least Enberton should have better food than here." Gemble adds with a grin.

 

[Tor L'Tha]

Rak lifts his glass in salute. "Tomorrow brings another day and the way to Enberton."

He goes over to the barmaid "lady" "can you show me the two rooms we are going to share?" As he goes up the stairs with the barmaid. "I'm gonna stay at the room looking in a book I have"
"Feel free to company me". He goes to the assigned room, spoting the place.

After a while of reading his thoughts keeps disturbing him. He walks from the window to the door and back.

Enberton have the answers we carry. I have a feeling that we are going to be sent out again as fast we get there. But the soldiers we have to obtain for Tev’El Rhoe. Damn so dum I seeking adventure, and now i got it.

He takes some water standing at a small table, to cooldown a little. Sel'Tarien got that look again. Something is bothering him. He walk down to the tavern again.

Sel'Tarien's face darkens at the thought that nobody cared about the fate of Thel'Lorean, and the dragon. But his silent vow stood - he'd somehow deal with this dragon, alone, if necessary.

"Sel'Tarien" "What is on your mind buddy?" "I can tell when my old budy got that look" "thinking at the dragon aren't you?" Rak shearches the face of Sel'Tarien after clues.

 

[taitzu52]

After his second drink, Sonrik rises slowly, saying, I fear that my evening is growing late. Please, carry on without me. It's always a nearly morning for me." he says half jokingly. His early morning schedule would probably be obvious to all after a week, perhaps with the exception of Gemble, who usually sleeps through it all. With that, the young man heads up the stairs. Turning back for a moment, he feels a bit like the child who is sent off to bed while the adults drink and tell stories through the night. Though young he may be, he has disciplined himself away from the late nights. As a good worker, soldier, and follower of the Twins, Sonrik rises before the false shadows of dawn crest the mountains.

He joins Rak and Sel in their room, figuring on a little more peace when the drinkers finally file upstairs into the adjoining room. He asks Rak about his reading, and chooses a cot for himself, as he takes off his armor. "I was never afforded such opportunities in the way of letters." he says to Rak, "How is it that you are able to read so late at night?" Sonrik can only assume that anything other than religious text is hard science and knowledge. The concept of bedtime reading is a bit alien to a farm boy like him.

Seeing the looks of wear and concern on Rak's face, Sonrik will let him leave the room once more. The young man washes his face and hands, and goes to sleep, his sword close at hand.

 

[hafrogman]

Begging exhaustion, Liam also makes his way to the bed chambers for the night. But once he is lying in his bed he stays awake a long time, staring at the ceiling and worrying about the events of the evening.

 

[Knight Otu]

"Sel'Tarien" "What is on your mind buddy?" "I can tell when my old budy got that look" "thinking at the dragon aren't you?" Rak shearches the face of Sel'Tarien after clues.

Sel'Tarien looks at Rak with some surprise, then nods. "Yes. I..." he stops, not yet ready to reveal his vow to his friends. He would feel as if he forced them into it as well if he did so now. He also retires to the room, readying whatever security can be afforded.

 

[Vendetta]

It is an early evening for all, but with the first day's travel being a long, hard haul and the rough ground to sleep upon, then the long travel of the next day to Bobbit, late night party and long boatride the next morning, each is ready for a good, solid, peaceful night. Even if the halfling town provided comfortable rooms. Jaeden purchases a bottle of wine and takes it up to his room, sharing with whomever he is sharing a room with. Krueger decides to sit at the bar for a while longer drinking ale and eating the bland mutton, finding it very much to his liking. Gemble decides to slip out and have a look around Neefe before heading off to bed.

The next morning is filled with a hustle and bustle as a boat arrives at 6am... an odd time considering the sun's not yet poking over the tops of the mountains. Sailors fill the Stinking Stien, looking for a warm breakfast and mead to get them through their hectic schedule that day.

Breakfast comes slowly to you this morning as the poor barmaid is frazzled by the 30 something patrons. Even the Innkeeper is running around with a pitcher of water, pints of mead and hunks of cheese. There is room for your group at a table near the front door.

 

[taitzu52]

As always, Sonrik rises before the "dawn". He washes his face and hands, and once again, puts his heavy armor on over his broad, if still underdeveloped shoulders. Almost like a young farmhand forced to rise early to tend to his flock, Sonrik collects his gear and sneaks out of the room the group has shared. With a nod to Sel (if his is awake), he slinks down the stairs. The elf has surely noted the young paladin's schedule by now.

Despite the stink and drudgery of the town, Sonrik has decided to take his morning prayers on the dock. He sets his pack and shield down in front of him, and kneels, sheathed sword resting in both hands. He prays to The Twins, Evradar and Omadon, to help the goodly folk of Enber in these dark times. He prays them watch over this group, especially those who find little peace. He prays for the men of Neefe, for they know little of what ill they do. And finally he puts a small thought in for his mother, far, far away. He kneels quietly, breathing evenly to summon the strength to continue to hold the sword before him, and contemplates the nature of the Twins until the sixth bell rings.

He comes back into the tavern, pack in hand, and places it underneath the table near the front. "I hope everyone is well rested." says the young man as he scoots his chair up to break the fast. "Hey Rak. Did you go upstairs, er...alone last night?" he says, teasing his companion, whether guilty or no. He closes his eyes for a moment before eating, and with knife in hand, stops a second, looks around, and as always says, "Has anyone seen Gemble?"