The Four Lands - The Great North

[Scotley]

Shouting to be heard over the wind, Bertrand replies. "No offense taken. This is not my normal appearance. We have a wounded man inside the tent. I don't think he would survive going out into the storm. While he is not part of our company, we don't want him to fall into the hands of the enemy. It is important that we talk to him. This tent is more that it seems and has thus far held against weather and magical assault. I don't like the notion of taking on a troop of cavalry, but I don't think we'll survive long in this storm either."

It is hard to gage his true size, but something about his bearing suggests that Bertrand is a tall well portioned fellow. He has close cropped blond hair and a neatly trimmed pale beard. He has the natural fair skin of a northman, but is tanned from years out in the sun and wind. He wears light armor under cold weather gear and carries a dark flail and a collection of light axes. A quiver is on his shoulder.

 

[Rhun]

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Unconcerned about the force of the winds now that he is in mist-like form and invulnerable to any derbis that may be thrown about by the gale, Vadric is still quite concerned about being blown far from his companions. The cleric knew his spell would allow him to rapidly travel back to them, but only once the winds died down. With that thought in mind, Vadric directs his body downward toward the ground, hoping to weather the worst of the storm there.
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[J. Alexander]

The Cove

FYI; The storm is still raging and lighting falling on the figures while you parlay

 

[Scotley]

Bertrand

"Let's get out of the storm and back into the tent."

 

[Neurotic]

Vorian

Is there enough room for Delilah? Where are your horses?

 

[Scotley]

Bertrand

"Yes, bring her on, the tent is bigger than it looks. Our horses are inside."

 

[Rath Lorien]

"Greetings, Sir Vorian and well met. It is a strange land to be meeting honorable men of the Light. But where there is great need the Light doth provide."

Anniston ducks his head under the flap of the tent to get out of the scouring wind.

Once inside you get a better look at him: He is a knight of the Light, handsome (if a bit soggy), dressed out in full plate armor and a shield. It is a bit unusual that he wields a stout cudgel rather than a more traditional type of weapon.

 

[Neurotic]

Vorian

OOC: Vorian speaks in Southern Illum.

He ducks under the flap, returning Orderbringer to it's sheath.

Nodding to everybody, he quickly assesses general state of everybody in the room.
After waiting for everyone to introduce themselves he continues:

Greetings, to you all. As I said to your companions, company of riders is heading this way. If you need time to prepare, I can slow them down for few minutes. I know this land as I was roaming around for several weeks. How did you come to be here? I would expect to hear about company such as yours.

(OOC: DM, is this too long? I recon we are so far from civilized lands that it would take even me few weeks of mapping).

 

[Rhun]

I've noticed that not a single person has mentioned Vadric getting blown away. Good to know his companions care for his well being!

 

[Neurotic]

Vadric blown away

I think they think (that Vadric thinks...argh ) Vadric is a big boy and can take care of himself. Besides, nobody can see anything in the storm, he may yet come.