Storms of Change [IC]

[GPEKO]

Bert wakes up and sees the assembled group around him. What happen ? Oh yeah, the boar. Bert tries to get up but winces at the pain. Calling once more to Fharlanghn, he heals himself some more (OOC : cure light). "Told you those animal could be dangerous. Who healed me first ?" Filbert thanks Etherial once he gets his answer and adds "So, are you a priest ? Who do you follow ?"

Once the eagle rider is gone, it does not take long for Filbert to get back on his dog, smiling. "Two days and we get attack by hobgobelins and then I'm gored by a boar. The Road is exciting but full of dangers." Filbert says to no one in particular. If no one else offers to do it, Bert will butcher the boar and try to cook it for the group (keeping some for the dogs). He has some experience at skinning and cutting the meat of wild animals but he has never done it on such a large beast. However, he has not a lot of experience with cooking ...

OOC :

OOC Hmm. Two bad initiative rolls, and the boar's rolls didn't work out too well for you, but that's all really. It's bound to get better, no?

Yeah, I know. I just felt like complaining, it's fun !

 

[silentspace]

When Alan and Dunathar comment about increased dangers and more pay, Darien’s grim face cracks out in a wide smile. “Spoken like true mercenaries,” he replies. “But then again, you know the standard reply, don’t you? Mercenaries get a fixed rate, with hazard pay. They also get a share of the spoils, which can be a lot more than the base pay. If we keep facing boars, there won’t be much in the way of spoils, but at least we could have some good eating, no? As to the increased dangers, only time will tell how much this will affect us directly.”

 

[silentspace]

Bert says a prayer to Fharlangan and watches in relief as the large wound on his belly closes and heals. Though not fully healed, he feels much better now (cured 7 hp).

Status:
Bert has 9/10 hp
Alan has 4/12 hp
Darien has 35/36 hp

Etherial replies “No, I am not a priest, but one of the Ivory Brotherhood. We are a conclave of wizards, exploring the magic of life, and its twin, death. We have learned to heal or harm much as divine casters can, although it costs us in both spells and feats."

 

[silentspace]

Some guards and drivers come down, and Bert helps them to lift the boar up onto one of the wagons. They have a little bit further to go before they strike camp.

When everyone arrives at the back of the caravan, Mirena flies to Bert’s side, hugging him tightly. “Bert! I was so scared when that boar hit you!” she says. “Next time, take me with you! I’ll put a bolt into anyone who tries to hurt you!” She’s really relieved to see Bert is ok. “Will you sit up here with me for a while? We’re friends after all, aren’t we?” she asks. Then she gives Bert another hug.

“We can talk if you want. Maybe you can tell me about Fharlangan! You can ask me anything you want, too.”

 

[Greatfrito]

Alan grins back at Darien.

"Hey, never hurts to ask, right? And as for the boar, I think a meal of hearty meat might do us some good. Thanks for your time sir."

He hobbles off to join the others, and approaches Bert, seeing as he had healed himself earlier. He walks up to where Bert is, and calmly says, "Excuse me, but I saw what you did with your own wounds earlier, and I was wondering if you could help me out with my own. It's not exactly fatal, nor the worst I've ever had, but it hurts like a bitch and I'm afraid it'll keep me from acting to my fullest potential. Personally, the 'it hurts like a bitch' part is the more pressing."

 

[GPEKO]

Bert

To Alan :

"I'm sorry but Fharlanghn, in is infinite wisdom, grants me only a limited number of spells per day. I guess he wants me to travel and experience more things before he grants me more powers." Bert smiles. "But I digress. I think I might only be able ease the pain for now." He reaches for is holy symbol, murmurs some weird words and touches Alan's wound three times. Alan feels a little bit better but he's still wounded.

OOC : Got rid of all Bert's memorized 0-level spell for 3 cure minor wounds. Alan is at 7/12 hp and Bert as only Entropic Shield (D) left.

 

[GPEKO]

Bert

To Mirena :

Bert returns the hug, as much as his little frame ables him. "Sure we are friends ... and don't worry to much about me. The Dweller on the Horizon watches over me by granting me various powers and by putting great friends on the road for me to meet."

He grins at the mention of his God. "Fharlanghn, what to say about him really ? His dogma is a simple one and it simply makes a lot of sense. Travel, experience new things, learn about new cultures, don't get too caught up in routines and protect those who wish to do the same. This is the way to enlightenment. Since you told me your story yesterday, I'll tell you how I first learned about Fharlanghn." He then tell her his story: his work with his father and brothers, the exploits of Pellir, his mentor, against the river pirates and his decision to leave his family and follow Pellir and his god.

Once he's done, he pauses for a few seconds and adds "But enough about the past for now. I've been wanting to name my brave riding dog for a little while but I can't seem to come up with a good one. Do you have any suggestions, Mirena ?"

 

[Someone]

"Well, we should continue" says Dunathar trying to climb on his horse again. "The town is not coming towards us, and maybe a hobgobling tribe is"

"Stupid four legged beast! stay quiet!"

 

[Seonaid]

Rowyn puts away her potion, glad that the party is for the most part whole. She trots back to the caravan on Sabala, and takes her place. At Mirena's reaction to Bert, Rowyn thinks, Strange, we haven't known her that long, have we? and shrugs mentally. She listens closely to Bert speak of Fharlangan. When he finishes, she smiles and heads a bit farther from their part of the caravan. She draws and loads her light crossbow, hanging it ready by her side, and keeps an eye out for more danger.

When she first spots the flying speck, she holds up her crossbow in preparation of taking a shot, if necessary. She does not put it away until the eagle lands.

 

[silentspace]

Mirena listens to Bert’s story with great interest, holding onto his little forearm at the scary parts about the river pirates. “You’re so brave!” She says, smiling warmly at him. “And your dog is brave too! Attacking the boar like that to protect you! Well, with such a wonderful master like you it’s not surprising. I would have done the same thing, for you.” She blushes a little. “How about Braveheart?” she asks, twirling a strand of hair with her finger. “If he were my dog, that’s what I would call him. Do you think it’s a silly name?” She looks down at Bert with questioning eyes. “Anway, I’m so glad we’re friends,” she says, brushing her long auburn hair away from her pretty blue eyes. “I don’t have any friends anymore.”

Dunathar, frustrated with riding that big dumb animal, ties a small length of rope to his saddle horn, to help him climb up and down easier. He feels sort of silly doing it, but just riding a horse is silly enough for a dwarf, so his ego is only bruised by it a little. Grumbling, he keeps a wary eye out for hobgoblins and other creatures.

Rowyn, in contrast, seems to have gotten quite comfortable with Sabala, and pets the dusky brown animal often, whispering words of encouragement to it (her?). She rides out to the side, keeping an eye out for dangers, but also watching the interactions between Mirena and Bert.

OOC I’m assuming Zanock is riding in the back of Mirena’s wagon, keeping an eye out to the rear?

Etherial, seeing Dunathar, Rowyn and Zanock keeping watch, whispers to Moondance. The owl flies off his shoulder and up into the air. “Moondance will help keep watch over us, and alert us to any dangers. We of the Ivory Brotherhood do not usually travel in caravans. Caravans are too big, and too easily spotted when we seek anonymity. I can’t say that I like it, especially with such dangers around.”