The road to Vrux.

[DarkMaster]

When Makas asks if he will be part of the trip Fror hesitates a little. "Guess it could be a good time for me to go back on the roads. It would probably be more wise and less dangerous. On the other hand nobody is waiting for me and you saved my life. A little bit of danger can't hurt" The gnome answers. Fror smiles not too worry about what might happen in the village "Let's take a day at the time, in the meantime you will all enjoy my meal"

The gnome approaches Morrison "So boss when are we leaving? I got to get organised. I want to make sure that everybody is well fed tomorrow before we leave.

He then leaves towards a small log house hoping to find some supplies for the next few days.

 

[Legildur]

Makas grins and slaps the little fellow on the back. "Nay, I didn't save your life little friend. Besides, without your distraction, it could easily have been me lying on the ground. The others will be glad to have you on board."

"And I'll keep looking after you for as long as the meals keep up," he adds with a wink.

 

[RillianPA]

"We should leave early in the morning tomorrow, and Fror, we are happy to have you with us. I dont know that any of us would have survived without your help."

[ooc The message will explain that after traveling with Nadour for a while (was it 1 or 2 days?), we found a suspicious bag in the middle of the road. I stopped the caravan, so that we could investigate the area. Rell, fearing ambush, started to rearrange the boxes in the wagon to provide cover from missiles. The guards drew their swords and threatened to kill him. When I questioned their actions, Nadour threatened me, and then they attacked us, presumably to keep us from looking in the boxes. We defeated them, killing one guard, capturing the other, but Nadour escaped. The cook helped us, and he and Rell were both severely wounded. Because of this, we were unable to pursue Nadour, and had to camp for the evening. Before we had even finished setting up camp, we were accosted by a number of local villagers. After some tense moments, when they thought we were allied with Nadour, they gave us aid and healing, and explained that Nadour has been smuggling addictive herbs into their village, mixing them into the bread, and using them to control the village. These expatriates have been attacking Nadour to stop him from bringing the drugs into their village. Apparently, there has already been an investigation, that failed to turn anything up, but I now have samples of the herbs. This is a serious problem Jonah, the villagers are convinced that Nadour is working with our church's blessing.]

 

[DarkMaster]

As you are all discussing near the wooden log house. You notice Yv'vus getting out of the wood and approaching the house. The elf is wearing a leather bag around his shoulder. The bag seems full. "Still here !!!"

Golaer quickly adds "Yv'vus, we need to use the helm, to communicate with Gromar. Morrison wants to pass a message to his mentor"

The elf thinks for a few seconds looking at Morrison and Golaer, scrubing his chin with his hand. "Fine, but you will be sending the message. This is a very unique piece and I wouldn't want them to damage it. "

Without a word the elf enters the wooden house.

spoiler Calondor

Spoiler

(spot roll 15+1)Calondor notices almost erased symbols embroyed on the bag. The cover of the bag is hidding most of them. He is pretty sure he saw these symbols somewhere before but can't remember (Bardic knowledge roll 20 +4). He thinks for a few seconds then it finally comes back. These are pre Axyrian symbol. The people living in the region before the creation of the great city where using these symbols as a form of writing.

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell follows curious to see this magic in use.

 

[DarkMaster]

The group enter the log house and under the eyes of Yv'vus. Puts the helm on his head focus for a few seconds and says Urlalad. A few seconds later Golaer seems to be deeply focused. As he is concentrate you can all notice Golaer, smile, shake his head as if he was talking to someone, but not a single sound is coming out of his mouth.

After a few minutes he removes the helm and approaches Morrison. "It's done my friend, he will contact your mentor as quickly as he can. Now it's time to go to sleep if you want to be in shape for tomorrow. Follow me.

The group follow Golaer who shows them 2 tents where they will be able to spend the night. The tent are really rudimentary but that should be enough to protect them if the rain starts falling. Spring nights around the Axyrian city are usually very confortable so sleeping outside shouldn't be a problem. The tents are located near the center of the camp. Fror quickly runs towards the tent and tell Morrison. "With all the guards around don't count on me to make a round tonight" The gnome dissapears in the first tent.

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell eyes the tenrs suspeciously, and tries to find one that will accomodate his height.

 

[Legildur]

Makas (dwarf warrior)

Makas eyes the sleepng arrangements and nods in appreciation of at least something to keep the rain off. "Bags not sleeping in Rell's tent," he says to the others.

 

[RillianPA]

After Golaer has left Morrsion says "Calondor, I need to know if you believe that helmet actually communicated with someone, or if it is a fake or illusion. Since we only have the 2 tents, I will share with Rell, and you two can share with Fror."

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

After they examine the tent Rell turns to Morrison, "Do you think we should take turns standing watch? I suspect if these folk intended us harm they wouldn't have to bash us in our sleep. I for one am exhausted, but you're the boss."