The Reconquista: Part I (Shadows over Istivin)

[Scotley]

Morley

"Aye, my dreams were troubled as well. I finally gave up on sleep before dawn and went riding. It must be dark magic beyond my understanding. Or the gods have turned their back on this place for some sin. Whatever the case, I hope we can sort it out quickly or madness will surely follow."

 

[J. Alexander]

Playing with one of the cats he is feeding George will comment "Seems like we all were plagued by terrible dreams and portents of ill. I wonder if we should not spend the day gathering information and planning a course of action. As it stands now we lack anything concrete to go on other than the feeling that it is coming from the dungeon" Setting the cat aside, George will pour himself a cup of hot tea and offer it to to anyone who indicates a desire.

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Anastasia Winterheart

Anastasia listens carefully to her fellow companions as they share their fears with each other. She places her cup next to George’s and gives him a pleasant smile as he fills it with tea. “Thanks.” She says as she takes the cup and puts it warm contents towards her lips. “Has anyone managed to make contact with the Queen? Or find any clues to the King’s whereabouts or his disappearance?” She asks after letting the sweet nectar slide down into her stomach.

 

[Branding Opportunity]

The stillness of the early morning conversation around the cooking fire is unceremoniously broken by what seems to be a large wagon pulling up and stopping in front of the house. This is followed by the deepest, throatiest animal noise you have ever heard and the clopping of enormous hooves on the cobbled street.

The Reddogs' Thom the Younger comes quickstepping into the room and pulls off a curt salute. He carries a somewhat worried and thoroughly confused expression on his face.

"Ehm ..." he stumbles, desperately grasping for the right words, "there's a large dwarven honor guard just pulled up riding in a palanquin on the largest, meanest-looking sheep I've ever seen." "Sirs!" he quickly adds, almost forgetting. His eyes desperately search the room for any kind of orders.

The sound of a ladder being lowered and dwarven mutterings drift in from the street.

 

[James Heard]

Eshanna curses underneath her breath and tosses her nonexistent mane of hair at the assembled Reddogs in the kitchen. Making short, chopping gestures they all quickly rise and collect their uniforms, dusting crumbs real and imagined.

A quick retort dashed out into the courtyard by Merres, who had come inside to collect a mug of something warm to drink, drew a nod and a grim smile from the Captain. Collecting himself in much the same way as his men, except with the practiced, tired manner of one long consigned to Court protocols.

"Step lively and in good order!" the officer clipped out, standing imperiously in the waiting hall as his men gathered themselves and nodding graciously at his other companions.

"No need for alarm I suppose," he says in a more conversational tone. "I met some people at the Keep the other day. These are likely related to that cause and the gentlemen who aided us in procuring this temporary lodging. I believe his clan resides at the headwaters of the Davish or something of the sort? Smelting I think, strong steel swords for the monarchy and all that."

 

[Scotley]

Morley

Morley, Beau at his heels goes to a window for a look at this exceptional sheep. Taking a moment to quiet the excitedly barking dog he waits to see what these visitors want. He goes over to the tea and gets a cup thinking it might jar his sleep deprived mind back into action.

 

[Branding Opportunity]

The sheep-beast that Beau is barking at is light-grey in color and probably around nine feet at the shoulder. Enormous, curled horns on its forehead seem to indicate that it is a ram, but as none of you have actually seen one of these creatures in the flesh it is hard to tell. A squat, metal palanquin sits atop its hairy back, complete with a mounted ballista on its roof. A ladder is raised by a ground crew of dwarves, mailed and armed, with serious, if somewhat bored expressions on their faces.

Within moment, a small group of well-dressed dwarves slide quickly down the ladder and adjust their attire to make themselves more presentable. One of these dwarves turns to look at the house as he smoothes out his beard. "So this is it, yes? This is where I can find the heroes of Fitela," he remarks to one of his companions. "Don't see why we had to ride the Druhmbak for such a short trip."

 

[Scotley]

Morley

The ranger drains his tea and brushes any crumbs from breakfast off his clothes. Patting the dog he chastises, "I don't think you want to tangle with that beasty boy. Settle down." Turning from the window to his companions supressing a grin at the odd transport outside he says, "It would appear our reputation proceeds us. A delegation of militant looking dwarves would see the 'heroes of Fitela."

 

[J. Alexander]

George

With a small smile George will commetn "I wonder if they are home, always heard they were very busy and expensive"

 

[Bloodweaver1]

"Indeed" Smirks Anastasia as takes another sip of her tea.