So he didn't know after all. It was almost comforting to know he was not alone in being withheld knowledge of his task. Going to talk with these "powers" might prove useful. Though Hildor had no idea of Mars' power, it would be good to see what the church of Tyr had planned. At least they could find out what's going on here.
The Ancient Paths - Path I
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Majin
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"It is fine. I will carry it," Nae'talis said stubbornly. "I think it is high time we return to the surface." Not waiting for anyone's consensus, the wizard begins walking, axe low at his right side, quarterstaff in the other supporting him, back the way they'd came.
Calling back to the dwarf as he walked, Nae'talis added, "If your companion is the type to attack first and ask questions later and you wish that no harm comes to him, I would suggest you keep up."
Calling back to the dwarf as he walked, Nae'talis added, "If your companion is the type to attack first and ask questions later and you wish that no harm comes to him, I would suggest you keep up."
Dowkan simply grunts in response and starts to follow the axe carrying man. He thinks briefly about Sunder and laughs quietly to himself at the thought of the old dwarf stubbornly sitting back in the previous cavern, but vows to collect him as they again pass the way they entered on the way back to the outside.
hippocrachus
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~ The Adventurers ~
The group come to the room where Dowkan left Sunder to find two Tyrran soldiers talking idly with the gray-haired dwarf. Nae'talis, Hildor, and Hrolf recognize this room to be the one they fought the rats and kobold guards in.
Something was odd about there being no trace of the dead dire rats or dragonkin but the dried blood on the stones at their feet.
The Tyrrans and Sunder hail the group with shocked expressions, Sunder cocking an eyebrow at Dowkan.
"Tyr judge you," one of the soldiers greets, focusing on Hrolf.
The group come to the room where Dowkan left Sunder to find two Tyrran soldiers talking idly with the gray-haired dwarf. Nae'talis, Hildor, and Hrolf recognize this room to be the one they fought the rats and kobold guards in.
Something was odd about there being no trace of the dead dire rats or dragonkin but the dried blood on the stones at their feet.
The Tyrrans and Sunder hail the group with shocked expressions, Sunder cocking an eyebrow at Dowkan.
"Tyr judge you," one of the soldiers greets, focusing on Hrolf.
Dowkan simply grins and winks as he sees the old dwarf. "I told ye I heard somethin'," he says with that 'I told you so' voice. Scratching his beard, Dowkan waits patiently for the two groups to introduce themselves. 'Not up to me to sort em out' he thinks to himself as he begins visualisation how many ales the 10gp bonus will buy him.
"I'm Hildor, and this discredit to the human race next to me is Nae'talis". Hildor wasn't the type to start fights, but he couldn't resist such a perfect opportunity, and Nae'talis couldn't possibly dislike Hildor any more than he already did.
"Why are the Tyrrans here?" Yes, the bodies missing were unusual, but he presumed the dwarves removed them. Hopefully they had treated them with contempt. Hildor was more interested in their purpose at the moment. It meant a better chance at surviving whatever Mars had planned.
"Why are the Tyrrans here?" Yes, the bodies missing were unusual, but he presumed the dwarves removed them. Hopefully they had treated them with contempt. Hildor was more interested in their purpose at the moment. It meant a better chance at surviving whatever Mars had planned.
hippocrachus
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~ The Adventurers ~
The two soldiers exchange worried looks after the elf blurts out an odd greeting.
"Report back to Father Braggi immediately," the taller of the two says to the other before facing the group again.
"You are Hrolf, yes?" he goes on, ignoring everyone except for the cleric of Tyr.
The two soldiers exchange worried looks after the elf blurts out an odd greeting.
"Report back to Father Braggi immediately," the taller of the two says to the other before facing the group again.
"You are Hrolf, yes?" he goes on, ignoring everyone except for the cleric of Tyr.
As always Hildor had been ignored. The best he ever got was a look, or a retort. This time, not even the latter. Since his mother and friend had died, there was no longer anyone to confide in. And there couldn't be. There was nobody else Hildor could trust. This agreement he had made with Radcliff was a hope at filling that role.
It wasn't the only thing keeping him from telling the Tyrrans something was going to happen. The Tyrrans had gathered quite a force. Hildor wasn't sure Mars was the aggressor in this situation, nor could he prove that Mars was associated with the Kobolds.
Whatever the plans were it was clear Hildor wasn't going to be let in on them, from either end. While he was uncertain of his role in the matter, he was sure he wanted to survive it. But what could he do with such little to go on? All he knew was a battle was going to take place and he was in the center of it. He had never agreed to fight a war.
What he needed was an excuse. Some reason for Nae'talis to leave the battleground.
Maybe if he lost his spellbook.
The chain would make that difficult.
Or the axe.
It wasn't the only thing keeping him from telling the Tyrrans something was going to happen. The Tyrrans had gathered quite a force. Hildor wasn't sure Mars was the aggressor in this situation, nor could he prove that Mars was associated with the Kobolds.
Whatever the plans were it was clear Hildor wasn't going to be let in on them, from either end. While he was uncertain of his role in the matter, he was sure he wanted to survive it. But what could he do with such little to go on? All he knew was a battle was going to take place and he was in the center of it. He had never agreed to fight a war.
What he needed was an excuse. Some reason for Nae'talis to leave the battleground.
Maybe if he lost his spellbook.
The chain would make that difficult.
Or the axe.
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hippocrachus
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~ The Adventurers ~
"They'll be wantin' ta talk alone," Sunder attempts to whisper in Dowkan's ear. The bulky dwarf makes quite a scene trying to lean over conspiratorally and cover his mouth the wrong way.
"I will need to speak to Brother Hrolf alone," the Tyrran states, doing a good job of acting as if he didn't hear Sunder. He waits, staring at the others, expecting them to leave.
"They'll be wantin' ta talk alone," Sunder attempts to whisper in Dowkan's ear. The bulky dwarf makes quite a scene trying to lean over conspiratorally and cover his mouth the wrong way.
"I will need to speak to Brother Hrolf alone," the Tyrran states, doing a good job of acting as if he didn't hear Sunder. He waits, staring at the others, expecting them to leave.
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