The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

Alan walks to Origen's horse, pats it's nose than walks it to his. Holding the reiens in his hand, Alan gets astride his horse and holds both horse's reins.
 

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Weel frowns at Helm's choice. As Alan goes to reclaim the horse, the cleric angles his own horse to best obscure him from Helm's men, then turns to face the bodies left unburied. He pulls his nail pendant out and clasps it between both hands. He has no clout to insist on a full consecration, but his vows won't let him leave comrades' souls without a proper blessing.

Thraunos, your journeyman offers Origen and Kaspar into your care. I pray you make their road straight and even between this world and the next, and help their souls find safe haven at journey's end.

When he's done, Weel once again conceals his holy symbol beneath his shirt, then mounts his horse to join the rest of the army.
 

Caradoc takes one last look back at the scene of the battle, then spurs his horse onward. Oghma be praised for seeing us through this battle. But thinking of those who fell, a grim thought flits through his mind, I wonder, does he laugh even so?
 

Travel commences uneventfully. The next night, Ventruli approaches the campfire around which the recruits and Bernlad are sitting, and drops off the items. "The cloak is a cloak of resistance--a minor magic protection used to aid in survival. The potions will cure light wounds. The ring acts as mystical armor, deflecting blows. As for the wand, it casts Aurelian's Magic Missle in the hands of one who can call on arcane power."

(OOC: Cloak of resistance +1, Ring of Protection +1, Wand of Magic Missile, and 4 potions of cure light wounds.)

As he walks away, Bernlad shakes his head. "Cold bastard, ain't he?"
 

Rhialto said:
Travel commences uneventfully. The next night, Ventruli approaches the campfire around which the recruits and Bernlad are sitting, and drops off the items. "The cloak is a cloak of resistance--a minor magic protection used to aid in survival. The potions will cure light wounds. The ring acts as mystical armor, deflecting blows. As for the wand, it casts Aurelian's Magic Missle in the hands of one who can call on arcane power."

(OOC: Cloak of resistance +1, Ring of Protection +1, Wand of Magic Missile, and 4 potions of cure light wounds.)

As he walks away, Bernlad shakes his head. "Cold bastard, ain't he?"

Weel nods at Bernlad's comment. "Perhaps that's the price one pays for arcane power?" he offers, then shrugs, returning his attention to the magical items Ventruli has returned.

"It seems to me we all had a hand in taking down the wizard. It's only fair we share in ..." he pauses, disturbed for a moment, then continues, "... the loot?"

Weel looks up to the other three recruits.

"The potions are easy enough to divide if we so choose, at one apiece. That leaves the cloak, the wand, and the ring here, as well as the sword back on my horse. I've no skill with that kind of blade, and no arcane knowledge for weilding the wand, which rather limits my choices, I suppose. Of the two remaining, I'd prefer the ring if no one else wants to lay claim to it."
 

jkason said:
Weel nods at Bernlad's comment. "Perhaps that's the price one pays for arcane power?" he offers, then shrugs, returning his attention to the magical items Ventruli has returned.

Bernlad chuckles. "Nah. It's more the price for being a stuck-up Graes brat." He shakes his head. "Beats the Iron Hells out of me what he's doing here, and what's brought him to the cause."
 


SItting around the fire gives Graevel a chance to reflect on the days events. Looking back, he is not too proud of his actions and the way he has trated his fellow companions.
He mentally pulls himself out of his reverie and moves a bit closer to the fire. "So..." he begins hesitantly, "other than patriotism, what are you all doing joining this army?"
 



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