The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

"Ogre leader. We met one of his representatives when we arrived," Weel whispers to Izara to catch her up to speed.

While the question of ogre cuisine bothers him for a moment, Weel figures he's had his fair share of road crew slop, enough that his stomach ought to be decently capable of dealing with a lot. Besides, standard army fare surely can't be that wonderful to begin with; might as well get some variety in the diet while he can.

"We're honored," Weel says to the emissary, bowing his head. "Have we time to finish raising our tent before the feast?"

 

[Rhialto]

The ogre bows. "Many hours. Etzel wish long life and much killing on you."

 

[Nephtys]

Weel smiles. "Worship--at least in my experience--is about giving yourself up to something greater than yourself. In the case of the Society, that's the world at large. ...

She returns his smile, enjoying the conversation.

"That would depend on where one draws the line. Ideally, there is no difference between the self and the rest of the universe. Can you give yourself up to something you are already an integral part of? And conversely, is not the worship of deities an externalization and personification of our own internal needs? I suppose that does make our philosophies rather similar, since they both draw on the self in a desire for transendence. But my analysis is probably flawed, my education is far more martial than it is philosophical." She smiles apologetically, and quiets at the arrival of the messenger.

"Ogre leader. We met one of his representatives when we arrived," Weel whispers to Izara to catch her up to speed.

...

"We're honored," Weel says to the emissary, bowing his head. "Have we time to finish raising our tent before the feast?"

"I don't think the invitation extends to me, but you are as likely to need my protection at the feast as you are anywhere else. Drunken ogres can be rough company. I shall attempt to accompany you, if that is your wish."

 

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

"I don't think the invitation extends to me, but you are as likely to need my protection at the feast as you are anywhere else. Drunken ogres can be rough company. I shall attempt to accompany you, if that is your wish."

Weel nods. "I think you'd be welcome company. My companions and I went and joined an army without any of us having real martial experience. Someone who know what she's doing when trouble starts is probably a component sorely lacking in our little group."

 

[Rhialto]

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"Ye have no idea. 'specially since it crops up when I want it least.
"I'll take up no more of yer time, Vindar. And you, Me little Cob, would be wise to either be more carefull who you pilfer from or practise yer gitaways. If I kin foller yeh, most anyone could."
Assuming Vindar and the Cobnyea have now more to say, Graevel will wander back towards the Emporium to see if his fellow recruits are about.
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Graevel:
[sblock]Vindar nods as Graevel walks away. "Please come again. We can exchange news--perhaps I can even give you some training in your errant gift." Returning to the Emporium, Graevel discovers that his companions have left. After awhile, he decides to return to the campsite, where he finds Weel and Caradoc erecting a tent with a serious young woman wearing a greatsword.[/sblock]

Graevel joins his fellows at camp shortly after the ogre leaves.

 

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

"Graevel! Over here!" Weel says, waving to the Niebelung. "We went with the better tent. Almost done setting it up. And we found a new friend." Weel indicates each person as he introduces them: "Graevel, this is Izara. Izara, our wayward companion Graevel."

 

[mps42]

Graevel looks at the new arrival with a questioning look but says nothing. "Why this tent instead of a less expensive one? True, it's bigger but that don't mean better."

 

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

Graevel looks at the new arrival with a questioning look but says nothing. "Why this tent instead of a less expensive one? True, it's bigger but that don't mean better."

Weel sighs and does his best to smile. "And now you've experienced the joyful optimism that is our Graevel," he mutters to Izara.

"Well, bereft of your wisdom and negotiating skill, poor Caradoc and I did what we could," Weel returns, shrugging. He returns to setting up the tent, adding off-handedly, "Where did you wander off to, anyway? And did you happen to see Alan on your little solo trek?"

 

[Bloodcookie]

"Well, bereft of your wisdom and negotiating skill, poor Caradoc and I did what we could"

Caradoc sighs, muttering "I go in there expecting a leprechaun, and meet a red dragon instead... never had a chance..."

 

[Rhialto]

The ogre returns at this point. "Ready for feast?"