Storms of Change, Part 2

[Manzanita]

Manzanita

"This is ridiculous. Darien, I hope to continue this conversation later. I can't bear to see the forces of Law bicker to the point of violence. I'm leaving to try to find some help."

Manzanita will attempt to exit the Inn without getting into the paths of the combatants. Once outside, she'll rush to The warden's offices to try to get find someone who can stop the fighting. If she sees anyone else who might be able to help before she gets there, she will ask them.

 

[silentspace]

"This is ridiculous. Darien, I hope to continue this conversation later. I can't bear to see the forces of Law bicker to the point of violence. I'm leaving to try to find some help."

Manzanita will attempt to exit the Inn without getting into the paths of the combatants. Once outside, she'll rush to The warden's offices to try to get find someone who can stop the fighting. If she sees anyone else who might be able to help before she gets there, she will ask them.

OOC: Maybe I didn't explain this well, but only a few seconds have passed. One combat round, and we're at the beginning of the second.

 

[GPEKO]

Bert

Bert watches the fight from under the table. He gasps as one of Ricten's men draws a sword. Why did they have to bring violence to this resting place of travellers ? I guess I should do something. Filbert grabs his holy symbol and murmur a prayer to Fharlanghn. "O great Dweller on the Horizon, cloud these men's vision in order to clear up their minds." Suddenly, a thick mist spreads from under his table, blocking everybody's view. Filbert hopes this will stop or at least delay the fight.

OOC : casting Obscuring Mist

 

[silentspace]

As Bert watches the first soldier draw steel from his position under the table, he grabs his holy symbol and calls out a prayer to Fharlanghn. Obscuring Mist billows forth, spreading through the tavern.

As the mist envelopes the combatants, you hear a lot more steel being drawn. Bert realizes that they are drawing their weapons because of his spell! From the voices and sounds you know that Hulvan's men are holding their ground, thinking the Mist was cast by one of Ricsten's men. And Ricsten's men are slowly backing away with their weapons in front of them, thinking the Mist was cast by one of Hulvan's. You feel both sides are now on the defensive, readying attacks for an expected charge, and waiting apprehensively for further spells to be cast against them in the Mist.

Around you, chaos erupts throughout the tavern as people scramble to their feet, knocking over tables and each other as they move to exit the tavern and escape the Obscuring Mist.

As the Mist clears the tavern is an utter mess, with all the furniture knocked over and spilt drink and food everywhere. The tavern is now virtually empty, and as the Mists clear those who hadn't left finally do.

Outside the crowd is orderly, and you quickly see why. Many of the soldiers from the tavern are keeping a wary eye out for troublemakers. They glare suspiciously at the party as you emerge into the night air, giving you a silent warning not to start any trouble.

The crowd outside is much smaller then the number who were inside a minute ago, as many have gone home to their barracks or elsewhere. None of the scuffling combatants are in sight. The tavern is virtually empty except for the staff who have gone back in to clean up. The crowd is slowly dispersing.

 

[Manzanita]

Manzanita

Manzanita returns, glad her errand was not needed. She'll try to find Darien to continue her conversation.

 

[silentspace]

Looking about, Manzanita spots Darien in the crowd.

 

[Manzanita]

Manzanita Sparrow

"Darien, I wanted to tell you that we plan to depart tomorrow morning on this mission for the Dharnans. We are to investigate a ruined city NW of here. I wish you luck on your trip to Goruka. Be careful, & I hope we see you back here before too long."

 

[Verbatim]

Returning to the bar, Dunathar looks around at the chaos that the mist spell caused.

~That was some ballsy casting by them to break this fight up, I'll give them that.~

Walking over to where his table was, Dunathar picked it up from its side and replaced the chairs underneath it.

"Well, I'll be turning in. Someone give me a nudge in the morning."

That said, Dunathar enters the common room and settles in one of the empty cots and soons drifts off into a content slumber.

 

[silentspace]

Darien smiles warmly. Manzanita gets the feeling he's grown quite fond of her and the others, and is sorry to see them go. "Aye, good luck to you! Perhaps our paths will cross again!"

The tavern staff smiles appreciatively at Dunathar as he puts some of the furniture back.

Sixth Day, Fire Week, Sheep Moon, 3872 AE
(12th day of the 8th Month, or Sheep 12)

Early the next morning everyone gathers at the Slashing Sword for breakfast. Etherial, Alan and Aronai say their goodbyes to you. They're off to meet Brenin, Alana and Mandar outside Warden Ricsten's house. They're looking forward to investigating the rumors of zombies and skeletons to the southeast, and explain Brenin's suspicions that it is the work of Gorukan agents. It seems battlefield graves from the previous invasions are being dug up. They depart, hopeful that you will meet again someday.

The storms of the past couple days have passed, but there is the feeling of something hanging heavy in the air.

 

[Manzanita]

Manzanita

"OK. Let's get started. Let's take the game trails off the trade road as soon as we sight one. Anyone want to scout ahead, or should we all travel as a group?"