Slaves of the Dragon (orsal judging)

Knight Otu

Visitor
In Jakubs wagon, everyone can find a place to sit, though it isn't very comfortable with the number of people. "Don't worry - as I understand, some of you will want to scout the wilderness, so it won't be as cramped the whole time. Grenton, the village Sina is from, isn't on most maps, it's too small. Let's see, it is about here... (see attachment). So, who's going where, again?"
 

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nimisgod

LEW Judge
Veras-Re, bulging pack upon his back, climbed aboard the wagon. He set his burden down , wordlessly made himself comfortable beside his things.
 

Rae ArdGaoth

Visitor
Stepping inside the cramped wagon, Quarion bluntly remarks, "I do not like it in here." Trying to stay close to the door, he stands quietly, feeling the grain of the wood in the wagon and listening to whatever plans are being made.
 

SlagMortar

Visitor
Planus hops into the wagon, looking terrified at the cramped interior, "This better not be a long ride."

The rest of the characters get the feeling that while Planus was speaking of himself, they better hope it's not a long ride with Planus either.
 

jayaint

Visitor
He doesn't take up much room, so Thanyvan curls up and tries to be quiet and wait for his cue to deploy with the rest of the scouting group. He quietly goes into his mind and asks for Phyrah's blessing on this journey, for himself and all of his companions.
 

Jdvn1

Hanging in there. Better than the alternative.
Farid smiles and tries to lighten the mood, "Ah, hm, tight fit. We'll have to get comfortable then, wont we?"
 

Velmont

Visitor
Opale enter the wagon. "So, who wanted to question the people? And in how much time will we reach our destination?"

OOC: Just a note, I won't be able to post until week-end and may have difficulty in the next two weeks, as I will be some travel in Mali's desert, but after that, things should come to a more regular basis. Knight Otu, if you don't like that, I'll go back to the tavern.
 

Pbartender

Visitor
Jack comes riding around from the back of the Inn on a saddled and bridled wolf hound. The massive dog is dripping with shaggy, brindled grey fur, and is easily a match in size for any war-trained pony. Jack, riding easy in the saddle, is bundled up in his worn and faded traveling cloak.

"No offense meant, Mr, Jakub," Jack greets the merchant and his wagon, "but I've got my own ride, if you don't mind."

Despite the appearance of a typically itinerant halfling, a keen eye will notice that, for such a small figure, Jack is practically armed to the teeth. A metal buckler with an odd sheen is strapped tightly to his forearm, and a faint tinkling betrays the prescence of a mail shirt beneath his home spun tunic. The thick wool cloak cannot quite conceal the slim scabbards of a deceptively lethal half-sized sword and dagger hung from his belt. To round out the arsenal, an almost toy-like hunting bow and a sheaf of arrows are tucked away with the bulging pack that is slung behind the saddle.

Vares-Re and Farid immediately recognize that the buckler has been crafted from fine mithral metal. They couldn't be certain without at least a look, but the hidden mail shirt sounds like it could be as well.

"Are we missing anyone?"
 
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"Are we missing anyone?"
Katherine arrives shortly behind Jack, on foot but leading a docile looking pony. "Nibbles and I have a quick stop to make on our way out of town - does anyone need any trail rations or other supplies?" The young half elf has braided up her hair and changed into a suit of leather armor and is carrying a whip and crossbow, as well as a wand tucked into her belt.
 

fuzzy

Visitor
Rika, Elven Fighter

Rika steps in to the back of the wagon and sits down right after Kathrine rides up. You can see a rapier at her side and a shortbow across her back. The sound of tinkling metal comes from under her shirt.
"I'm coming on the wilderness party. As I said, I'm not good at subtlety or woodswork, but i'll be less likely to blow our cover outside of town. Kathrine, could you get me a couple days more trail rations? I'll pay now. Rika hands Kathrine a gold coin for the rations.

Oh, we should probably scout by day. If recall, kobolds and dragons see much better at night than we do, so we should scout go by day to even the field.
 

Rae ArdGaoth

Visitor
Quarion Holimion, Elven Druid

To Katherine, Quarion shakes his head. "No, I do not need food, nor should the rest of the group, especially if we are to be traveling in the wilderness. Not only have I lived on my own for 50 years, I have... other means of obtaining food." With that, he pokes his head out the wagon and makes a shrill whistle with his fingers. The sound is oddly familiar and somehow chilling. Soon, a distant response can be heard: the howl of a wolf. The resemblance between the whistle and the howl is uncanny. "Garma will feed us. Or, if you do not like raw meat, you can bring trail rations." He grins slyly.
 

Jdvn1

Hanging in there. Better than the alternative.
Farid looks around, "Well, ah, I'm sure we could cook it if your Garma brought food."
 

SlagMortar

Visitor
"Oh, excellent! You have an animal friend as well. I can't wait to meet him! Does he do any tricks?"

To both the druids, Planus asks, "On my last journey to Apple Glade, (Of Eggs and Desires, Post 130) I met a druid for the first time. She came out of the forest after I ran down one of my companion's horses who had escaped. She was an elven woman and turned into a hawk after barely saying two words. Can either of you perform magic like that? It was really quite remarkable. Perhaps one of you knows this woman. I should like to meet her again sometime."

Planus will further describe her appearance and mannerisms, though exaggerating her beauty, skill, and anything else interesting about her, all while making it appear like he was the hero of the story.

OOC: Planus really knows nothing at all about this woman, so feel free to make up a story. I think once an adventure is finished, it is open content.
 
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jayaint

Visitor
Tyrrette ruffles her feathers on Thanyvan's shoulder. Thanyvan looks to the owl and then back at Planus.

"Maybe my companion here knows something, but she isn't telling, I don't think. I do not know of her, though I do know that there are certain druids out there who are able to take the form of those they protect within their forest. Phyrah has not blessed me as such... Yet."

I will be happy, certainly, to be out of this cramped wagon, but maybe some of these stories could be helpful later on down the road. Thanyvan makes a mental note to pay attention to the talk between his companions.
 

Rae ArdGaoth

Visitor
"I have met many a druid in my travels, and I am sure many more than I know have met me. Any forest creature is potentially a druid, as you say. Perhaps I have met her. If indeed I have, I doubt that I would have noticed her... 'beauty.' I tend to measure such characteristics differently than most." He sighs. "And alas, I have not yet reached the level of union with nature to become an animal, even for a short period of time." He looks wistfully to the woods. "Oh, to soar with the eagles and run with the wolves. But such things come with time, and one must allow nature to run her course. So I wait for my chance and am content to simply observe the forest for now." Smiling, he continues to gaze in the direction of the forest. "And speaking of time, we have more pressing matters at hand. How long are we to be cramped inside this tiny construction?"
 

Pbartender

Visitor
Rae ArdGaoth said:
Soon, a distant response can be heard: the howl of a wolf.
The ears on Jack's hound perk up at the sound, and his tail faintly wags.

"Relax, Rover," Jack admonishes his mount. "You can make friends later."
 

nimisgod

LEW Judge
Veras-Re eyed Jack's mail and shield greedily but he did not speak. He listened to the others talk instead, taking mental notes on each person in the large party.

In particular, he was curious about the half-elf and the elf warrior. They didn't fit any of the stereotypes he had heard back home. Both seemed competent and confident without the supposed flightiness or haughtiness of elvenkind.

He took careful note of the halfling known as Jack as well. His possessions marked him either as a successful adventurer or as a successful thief. Either way, he was a force to be reckoned with. The fact that he had the uncanny ability to slip from Veras-Re's attention was troubling as well.

As for the others, he had no definite opinion of them yet. Druids and clergy (not of Ayratha) were beyond his meager experiences, but he was not curious about them.

The other dwarf, Farid, made him uncomfortable, moreso than most people did. He did not have fond memories of his people.

The human mage was interesting, though he was more curious about how his powers would compare to hers rather than interested in her personally.

He kept his hood down and his milky eyes shadowed, but he was not blind. The black-glass atop his walking staff was still uncovered and through that he could see and hear everything around him.
 

Knight Otu

Visitor
"So, Jack here wanted to scout the village, Rika, Thanyvan and Quarion want to scout the surrounding wilderness, I gather. What about the rest of you?"
 

Jdvn1

Hanging in there. Better than the alternative.
"Hm," Farid rubs his beard, "I think I would prefer to scout the village and help Jack. Unless I could be better served elsewhere."
 

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