(RP) Dangerous Legacy

[hafrogman]

Liam rises slowly that morning, having had a restless night. He comes down looking fairly haggard. He eats heartily though and by the end of the meal seems fairly revived. He smiles a little at Sonrik's antics and watches with interest for Rak's responce to the inuendo.


[ooc - so, what is happening with Ala? Has she stormed off in the night, or is she just being NPC'd until we can dump her?]

 

[Vendetta]

Gemble is snoring loudly in the room and is kicked awake by the dwarf. "Git up, ye scally!" Krueger growls. Holding his stomach, the halfling looks up at the thunderous dwarf.

"You didn't need to be so mean about it." Gemble replies back, obviously looking a bit hurt from the blow.

"Bah!" Krueger grunts. "Ye'd'ave sleeped 'til tamarraw otherwise." He says and storms off in search of food.

When asked, Gemble tells how he just went for a "bit of a stroll about town" to see what there was to see... when asked what he saw, he replies, "Nothing I wanted to see." with a big grin.

Ala comes in from the outside, much in the way Sonrik had. The group makes room for her at the table but she stands stiffly by. "I have decided through much prayer to my Lord, Thorus Odara, that I must seek his temple where I may regain my focus. You may have noticed that I have not been myself since leaving Tev-El Rhoe. Good day, and may Thorus Odara watch over you on your most important journey." And with that, she turns on he heels, leaving the Stinking Stien and headed for the docks to try and book passage back to Thel'Luthia, land of the elves.

((OOC: Tor... any word on those friends of yours? We could really use them and now is the perfect time to add players... especially a clericy type . Remember, they can use any class from any of the complete series of books (Arcane, adventurer, divine, warrior) an the Expanded psionic handbook, as well as all PHB classes. Though, we are limited to PHB races.))

 

[Tor L'Tha]

"Hey Rak. Did you go upstairs, er...alone last night?" he says, teasing his companion, whether guilty or no.

Rak not being all so good at the mornings limits himself to just grin at Sonrik "had a not so good sleep tonight" "something strange with that bed" he goes for the water sett up for washing themselves. He clean up and goes to the barmaid asking for a big cup of tee and some scrambled eggs.

As Ala takes goodbye Rak do not say anything but thinks some dark thoughts about her intentions.

Ooc: haven't heard anything from them. I guess we cant count on them.

 

[Bobitron]

The barbarian works his way through the stevedores and fishermen along the docks of Neefe. The expression on his face displays his slight disgust at the teeming masses and the overwhelming stench, but is is easy to see that his pride will not let him fully show it. He still had the strength and health of a young man in his prime, and might be seen as a twenty year old from a distance, but as one draws closer it becomes evident that both the thinning hair on his head and his unkempt beard are grey with age, and the skin on his weathered face is wrinkled as he approaches a half-century of age. He towers over most men, and his broad shoulders bear the weight of a thick wooden sheild and a heavy, long-handled sword wrapped in what looks to be the skin of a bear or some other large predator. His thick arm clutches a sack filled with his belongings and slung over his left shoulder.

Look at this. Who is to say what might of become of my tribe if things had continued? Is the the path we were upon? He sighs audibly, causing a few nervous glances from those nearby. They are sheep in the midst of a cesspool, and they are hardly aware of it. The barbarian thinks back on the pickpocket he had dropped with a single punch earlier that morning. Yet even in this land, there are predators. They strike like snakes from the darkness, but they are to be watched for just the same. I will not be prey. His face turns grim as he thinks back on the fate of his people.

"Oi there! Looking for passage?"

The brash voice interrupts his dark thoughts. A short man stands before him, running a greasy hand through his hair before stretching it out in a request for coin. "Two gold, and it's yours. We leave for Enberton in under an hour."

Reaching into his sack, he shuffles through the coinage to find two of the golden discs the lowlanders value so greatly and hands them to the boatman. "I am Kale of the Danugh, last of..." The boatman cuts him short. "Right, right. Get onboard and keep that big blade covered. Last thing I want is a bunch of scarred passengers."

Kale boards the boat and takes a seat. Perhaps in the city I shall find my new place in this world. I grow weary of walking these lands without a purpose...

 

[Vendetta]

The cool breeze coming in from the east blows off the stink of the bog a little and brings in some fresh air that feels so good to Kale. Finding a place along the rail, he looks to the east and lets the breeze lick at his face and hair. When he opens his eyes, he sees the dim, small silhouette of the tower of Rox'Voroth in the distance. Even this far out, barely visible and dead for 300 years, it is an imposing view.

Back at the Stinking Stien
Krueger turns to the group at Ala's departure. "She been a bit unsteady anyway. Can't say me sorry ta see her go." He grumbles as he finishes off his mug of ale.

Jaeden looks at the dwarf. "We could have used her blessings from the gods to heal wounds." The dwarf only grunts in responce.

 

[hafrogman]

Liam shakes his head slightly.

"I think it is better this way. She has issues with herself that needed to be addressed. These may be troubled times, but we cannot let them consume us. It is for the best that she does what she needs to. Our mission will carry on."

He looks around at the tavern's interior and shrugs.

"Is it perhaps time for us to be moving on from this place?"

 

[taitzu52]

"Aye, Liam" says Sonrik, "We should be going." The young mans face is a mixture of emotions. He looks sad and grateful all at the same time. "I must say you are right though, Liam. Ala seemed to be haunted by ghosts that only the blessings of her temple may cure. I pray to the Twins to help her find her way there safely. I would go myself to protect her, but our task is greater."

He turns and looks at Jaeden, who seems somewhat disappointed at her decision, "Fear not, she may yet have a part to play in all of this. And we may yet find friends. The hallowed halls of Emberton will surely be full of healers, if it be we need one."

Sonrik steps onto the gangplank, his mail jingling and his shield slung on top of his pack. He digs deep, and with a sigh, steps onboard and pays the fare. He wonders how the rough and tumble folk of the rivers will behave on this leg of the journey. The giant in skins who just boarded is making the boy-in-a-man's-armor a bit nervous.

 

[Tor L'Tha]

Rak follows the Paladin and thinks in his way of life... the way of the paladin. Nah´can't go around being good all day. What shall Mariel's, Gamble and myself then do one lazy days if not let Gemble play tricks to the ladys? Sure a paladin has this prohibited.

Rak glances around as he step on the gangplank being careful on who comes aboard, if they are being kept an eye one, etc. "Hum that was a big guy..." He notice the guy big as a tree or about six feet tall like the only misplaced thing on the ship. This guy has more the aspect to being familiar with hills and woods, wonder what takes him down here to the lake"

Rak gives Sel'Tarien a pointy elbow indicating the muscle man on board. He says in elven: [sblock]"We should try to hire this guy to the defenses of Tev’El Rhoe" ... "don't yo think?" "he definitely would be good help" [/sblock]

Not waiting answer he nods at Sel'Tarien like saying 'yes i know' he goes over to Gamble making Gamble tell one of the stories that goes on Halfling lips.

(spot +5)

 

[Knight Otu]

Sel'Tarien, having been silent until now, especially so with Ala's departure, looks at the man Rak has indicated. As a defender of Tev'el Rhoe? Or a companion against the dragon?

"Maybe, Rak. Maybe..."

 

[groggy]

Ehliia frowns at the crowd gathered on the dock, painfully reminded once again why she hates cities. The yelling, the elbowing...if it wasn't for the tepid breeze off the water, she'd turn right around. Alas, if wishes had wings...well, if they had wings, I'd be able to fly across the bay. She lifts her gaze over the crowds and spots her distination--the one ship still accepting passengers, judging from the activity on it's deck. Of course, it _would_ be as fall away from me as possible. Ploughing a path through the crowd would be nigh-impossible for her; luckily, she had a secret weapon.

Ehliia grins and turns to her companion. "It's all you, Moons. Try and be gentle, please, we can't afford any unnecessary distractions." The large--very large--wolf directly behind her dips his head almost in acknowledgement, and slowly pads forward, eerily quiet for something so large and toothy. "Not that anyone is likely to try anything, of course."

She giggles a little and hops along behind the wolf, who seems to carve through the press on the docks like a...well, like a wolf through a crowd. Soon enough, the pair arrive at the gangplank to the boat.

Cupping her hands around her mouth, Ehliia shouts up. "Excuse me! Terribly sorry to bother you, but would you happen to have room for a couple more passengers? Hello?

"He's really rather well behaved,"[/color] she adds lamely, in case Moons' presence is a hindrance.