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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Oberton" data-source="post: 777727" data-attributes="member: 153">The Sword of Kings part 1.1We resume our story with the players having defeated a doppelganger who had infiltrated a thorp. Mustering (March), Imperial Reckoning: 563 It was the morning after the battle in the Elderway Inn, and everyone decided to stay at the inn and recoup.  Balamir had spent most of the day before being attended to and having his wounds sutured.  Glok was in similar straights, but his toughness; perhaps pride would be more accurate, kept him from seeking aid from the locals, but in the end he allowed Thallen to aid him and suture his wounds.  Thallen, as always seemed to be in good spirits and even went to bed early that evening.  Grakth of course wanted to drink his pain away and quickly accomplished this task and was carried up to his room by at least six men so he could sleep off his ale. Magnus, did not show his face for the entire day, perhaps enjoying the company of his books more; while Malvus enjoyed the company of the locals for the remainder of the day and sat on the porch to enjoy a peaceful sunset, something he felt deep within his gut he might not have another chance to do…Sitting up and looking around Balamir could feel the sutures pulling and realizing his wounds would still take much more time to heal. Avoiding combat for now was not an option. Perhaps he could get another room to rest in, the constant sound of snoring coming from Glok was just keeping him up all night. Committing to wakeup and get moving, Balamir locates his clothing and begins to dress. In the common room of the Elder Way Inn, Coldarran was preparing the days meal while discussing the evening events with Glok. “It was amazing to see your friends in action Glok, “ Coldarran says as he steps past a pot on the floor and flips the ham on the griddle, “the speed in which they responded to the danger was just amazing, “ pausing and looking over his shoulder towards Glok, and continues, “ I am still amazed no one died.”  “Aye, I too,” Glok says as he wipes some syrup from his beard, “ but make no mistake my friend, I am still feeling the pain from that battle and I would expect my friends to be much sorer than I am,  “ pausing to drink a swig of cider, “ Ah, good drink my friend!” Sitting back in his chair, Glok ponders the problems his people face and his long-term goals. Thinking to himself , “It seems like forever since I was able to visit home. Home....I wonder if home even still exists. Since the men of Kalamar enslaved my people my clan has been scattered to the far reaches. One day I'm going to settle up with Kalamar. I'd be happy to make a place for myself as a weapon smith and armorer but there will be time for that after. My travels have carried me to Pekal where I've met some interesting fellows. Good Balamir is quite likeable for a human and he seems interested in helping to free my people in Kalamar one day.” Looking over at Glok, Coldarran sees he is deep in thought and anyway, he has much to do before the guest begin to arrive in the common room. Busying himself with his chores Coldarran never sees Glok leave from the kitchen and into the common room to greet his friend Balamir. Easing himself down into an old wooden chair obviously made to be very sturdy, most likely by someone local. “Ah Glok, good to see you, “ smiling, “better than hearing you like I did all last night, “ Balamir grunts as his sutures pull a bit on his tender skin. “Humph, “ frowning and pulling his beard Glok continues, “ I have no problems sleeping, perhaps you should drink more.” Both fellows look toward the kitchen as the smell of cooked ham and fresh quick breads fill the common room.. Balamir hears his stomach growl and pats it knowing he would soon quite that monster… The commotion above sounded like a herd of wild animals coming down the stair into the common room. Obliviously the smell of food had awaken his fellows and they were making their way down into the common room. Looking about Balamir and Glok decided to relocate to a great round table near the hearth and await their friends. They would soon be discussing their next plans and which route they would be taking to get to Bet.</blockquote>

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