The Ancient Paths - Path II

[Legildur]

"We've been wastin' time 'ere," Dowkan grunts. "Let's get Hrolf. He's probably down 'ere tunnel somewhere. And it's good to see a stone-brother 'ere."

"Lass, you wanna gimme a touch up with that 'ere wand of yours?" Dowkan asks of Sabriel.

With that done, Dowkan leads the way down the tunnel from where the kobolds came.

 

[kirinke]

"Here," she said, flicking out the cure stick, tapping him with it and muttered the activation word. The wand glowed briefly as the spell did it's work. "See what I told you about never having too many wands of healing?" she looked sober as she thought on the past encounter. "I'm definantly going to work on my stealth skills, especially if I plan on doing any more scouting in the future."

 

[Legildur]

"I be reckonin' that I be doin' the scoutin' next time," Dowkan mutters. "'Ere then. If no one gonna be usin' that there ring, I'll shove it on me left pinky - just in case it be useful an' all."

 

[hippocrachus]

~ The Adventurers ~

Sabriel whispers the activation word "repose" and healing energy flows out of the rigid wand and into Dowkan. He immediately feels completely rejuvinated.

 

[Legildur]

Dowkan nods in thanks to Sabriel. He then immediately turns and sets off down the tunnel.

 

[kirinke]

Sabriel shook her head. As her gnomish teacher once said, never trust the magic until it's been identified. And never depend on it. But always expect it.

 

[Verbatim]

Watching the interaction between Dowkan and his jilly, or Lass as it seemed her name was, he wondered what she brought to the dwarf's gathering. She seemed to fancy herself a scout, yet Dowkan obviously did not trust her with that duty, at least not at this time.

However when she produced a curative wand and used it to close some scrapes that shouldn't have been worth fretting over, Rygus wondered if perhaps she was a healer of some sort.

~Perhaps she follows the jilly goddess of Sune. I have heard tales of such priestesses, although they are far more jilly than priestess.~

It would also explain her lack of knowledge in better defense if a handful of tunnel rats managed to get the best of her.

~Odd company he keeps...odd company indeed...~

 

[kirinke]

Sabriel looked at their new companion curiously. "So where did you come from anyway?" she asked as she pocketed the wand and shook her head. No one even introduced him to the others. "The human with the scowl over there is Nae'talis by the way. I'm Sabriel Imaide, bard in training with feet that are not as light as I would want them to be." she grinned wryly. "It seems that I'm better at locks than at sneaking around."

 

[Verbatim]

~A minstrel who fancies herself a lock smith...even worse than a jilly.~

Never slowing his pace, which sadly she was able to match easily, as he followed behind Dowkan, Rygus wondered if he continued to remain silent would it just further fuel her desire to speak. Securing away the weaver's name, Rygus did not want her prattle to be what caused his death and reached his decision quickly.

~Odd company indeed...a dwarf who brings a weaver and a minstrel...what are they doing in these not far from Mithral Hall tunnels.~

Turning his head slightly in her direction, his answer was short.

"Rygus."

 

[kirinke]

"Not much for words I see." she shook her head again. "Well welcome to the Silver Marches Rygus."