(RP) Dangerous Legacy

[hafrogman]

At the sound from below Liam wanders over to the railing and watches the strange sight that confronts him. He remains silent as the woman and her wolf negotiate passage, but can't help but stare a little. They are an unusual pair. He looks around briefly at the other people on deck. . . his own companions and the wild man. . . and then shrugs. It's not like they were a very normal bunch to begin with.

 

[Vendetta]

"Ahoy!" Comes the shout down to Ehliia from the deck of the boat. "Where be ye headed? This vessel be goin' ta Enberton then south ta Tallrun."

 

[Bobitron]

Kale stretches out his long limbs on the as he sits between some cargo, not caring to use a bench or stand on the railing. It's obvious that he is somewhat uncomfortable on the water; even the gentle, lapping waves of the lake are causing a degree of nervousness. He looks around with cautious eyes at the other people boarding the ship. Setting his long blade on the deck before him, he leans back and tries to make the best of the trip. Might as well try and make some friends, he thinks. Might make the journey go a bit shorter to have someone to cast bones with. When the blond warrior wearing mail walks past, casting a curious eye at the Northerner, he speaks out in a grumbling voice.

"Ho, lad. Do ye lowlanders get used to this sort of travel, or does your stomach turn and twist like someone's got their fist in yer gullet?" He flashes a crooked smile at the collected travelers and introduces himself. "I'm Kale of the Danugh, headed to Enberton to meet up with his worship the King."

 

[groggy]

"A quick hop to Enberton and a quick jump back, I'm hoping. I'm to present a report to the court." Ehliia takes a few steps up the plank, then pauses "I'll pay for the passage, of course.

"And you won't have to worry about rats at all," she adds, waggling her fingers at Moons and smiling.

 

[Vendetta]

The shipman welcomes the druid aboard... once she produces 2 gold to buy passage, that is.

A gnarled old dwarf stomps up to Kale. "Aye lad, tha be the way et be. Would nae ta e'er ride onna this infernal float." Krueger says just before introducing himself.

 

[Tor L'Tha]

"Ho, lad. Do ye lowlanders get used to this sort of travel, or does your stomach turn and twist like someone's got their fist in yer gullet?" He flashes a crooked smile at the collected travelers and introduces himself. "I'm Kale of the Danugh, headed to Enberton to meet up with his worship the King."

The half-elf nods at the big man "aye" "we are traveling for similar reasons" "Rak is my name"

"A quick hop to Enberton and a quick jump back, I'm hoping. I'm to present a report to the court." Ehliia takes a few steps up the plank, then pauses "I'll pay for the passage, of course.

"And you won't have to worry about rats at all," she adds, waggling her fingers at Moons and smiling.

Rak sits on the deck and places his familiar toad in a hidden pocket of his cloak "please miss keep an eye on your wolf" "my toadie can sometimes jump out of my backpack or pockets" "i dont want him to be wolf food" he walk ovet to the wolf and show him the toad at a prudent distance "this is not food" he says to the wolf "my name is Rak miss.....?"

 

[Bobitron]

A gnarled old dwarf stomps up to Kale. "Aye lad, tha be the way et be. Would nae ta e'er ride onna this infernal float." Krueger says just before introducing himself.

"I hope my stomach proves as sturdy as ye," he replies as he grasps the old dwarf's arm in greeting.

The half-elf nods at the big man "aye" "we are traveling for similar reasons" "Rak is my name"

Kale grunts a greeting at the youthful half-elf and extends a hand to be clasped. Seeing the wolf and slight woman move onto the boat, he stands and gives a short bow. I might not be from around here, but I know the look of a Filiana* when I see one.

Now that he is standing, his bulk is even more evident, with wide, powerful shoulders and thick, cord-like muscles that seem accustomed to the hard work of swinging a heavy sword. He looks about at each of the group; the warrior in armor with a knight's longsword, the young man with the look of a performer, the small, talkative half-elf, the rather ordinary looking young man with the confident eyes, the elf with the piercing green eyes, the disinterested halfling, the gruff dwarf, the and now the limping, almost sickly young druid with the powerful-looking wolf. "This is a strange gathering of heroes, no?" He laughs deeply, and leans back against the ship's railing. "I would have never thought I'd be sharing a journey with a group such as ye."

*The word for servant of nature or druid in his clan. They were treated with much respect and a healthy dose of fear by his people.

 

[taitzu52]

"Oh?" says Sonrik spinning around. The youth truly did not expect the lumbering warrior to be so gregarious. "No, no I think that I'm getting used to the travel myself. Sonrik." he says, extending his hand, and firmly grips the vast man by the forearm in a more primal sort of greeting. He hopes that his diplomatic instincts serve him well. "You meet the king?" he says, looking a bit astonished and impressed, "Are you an emissary of sorts?"

"This is a strange gathering of heroes, no?" He laughs deeply, and leans back against the ship's railing. "I would have never thought I'd be sharing a journey with a group such as ye."

"Heroes...." Sonrik chuckles, "Perhaps to farmers and herdsmen, we are such. But to the elders of our home, Tev'El Rhoe, we are but youths sent to the capital on business." He looks around him a little nervously, thinking or maybe he's talking about that wolf over there!

 

[Bobitron]

"You meet the king?" he says, looking a bit astonished and impressed, "Are you an emissary of sorts?"

The tall man's eyes darken for a moment. When he speaks, you can hear a strong undercurrent of regret beneath his voice. "Emissary? I suppose one could say that. I am the last of my people. My clan is no more."

Gripping Sonrik's arm in the same manner, he clenches his fist tight around the youth's forearm. "I travel to Enberton to meet the King, yes, but not as a speaker-of-words. He has called for all heroes to help with the troubles." He glances down at Sonrik's grasp with grudging respect in his eyes. "Ye have more strength than I would expect in such a slim lad, Sonrik. Mayhaps a different kind of power than mine, but strength no-less. I see ye wear the sign of your gods." He stares into the man's blue eyes, testing the strength within. "Are ye a holy man?"

"Heroes...." Sonrik chuckles, "Perhaps to farmers and herdsmen, we are such. But to the elders of our home, Tev'El Rhoe, we are but youths sent to the capital on business."

"Bah. Do not belittle yer role in things. I see a group of heroes, even if ye don't yet know it. If I learnt one thing in my years, it's ta take honor where honor is due." Kale stretches his arms toward the sky and gazes up at the rising sun, enjoying the warmth on his face. "I have no doubts that I am a hero. I don't know where I am to serve, but serve I will."

 

[taitzu52]

Sonrik laughs at the dwarf's discomfort, "This is Krueger, and he for one, does not like the boat one bit. I think he'll get his sea legs yet." He smiles at Krueger, his constant optimism surely enrageing the dwarf even more.

The tall man's eyes darken for a moment. When he speaks, you can hear a strong undercurrent of regret beneath his voice. "Emissary? I suppose one could say that. I am the last of my people. My clan is no more."

Seeing the man's expression, Sonrik's eyes widen, as if he just made some grand mistake. "Surely, I meant no offense. I am very sorry to hear of such things." he says, becoming acutely aware that he is standing in the shadow of this massive man. But the firm clasp of his grip seems to wash away what fears Sonrik had. He smiles as he listens to his story.

"I travel to Enberton to meet the King, yes, but not as a speaker-of-words. He has called for all heroes to help with the troubles."

Sonrik nods his head in agreement, "I suppose that is what they meant when they sent us forth. Even our small town has come upon dark times." he replies.

"Are ye a holy man?"

His face brightens at the mans curiosity. He holds his talisman up to the light, as Sonrik replies, "I am a servant of the Twins, Evradar and Omadon, sons of Vomadar. A holy man, perhaps not, but I am a mere instrument of their will. They have given me my life, and it is again theirs to have." He looks the man up and down, looking for symbols and signs. With a respect not often found in a worshiper of dogmatic cults, he asks, "And who guards the souls of your ancestors?"