The Treasure of the Tierra Padre... [Knight Otu Judging]

[Gurdjieff]

"Look Mister," Norman huffs, "I don't really want to be here, and probably don't really want me here, but Uncle Rupert told my mom that tromping around in a swamp filled with mud and bugs and snakes with a bunch of complete strangers would build character, and she thought it'd keep me out of trouble for a couple of days, so why don't you just get back to your treasure hunting, and I'll get back to being miserable, so we can both do what we're good at, and get all of this over as soon as possible, okay?"

"Why is it that you dislike this mission so much? When I was a boy I loved adventuring, the action. It was, and still is, so exciting! And ofcourse we want you here, otherwise you wouldn't have been here, now would you?"
Rogier smiles at the boy, as he tries to cheer him up a bit. The fact he's so miserable hurts Rogier a bit. A boy his age should be full of life, not full of misery.
"Are you afraid anything will happen to you? If that's it, I think it's safe to say we're all looking watching your back, and I'm sure with all that equipment you can stand your ground when needed! And I bet your going to be rewarded for your work around here, and if it hasn't been promised yet, I'll promise you that now. Just cheer up a little lad, let's have some fun! No parents for you, no uncle bossing you around. Just you and us!"

 

[El Jefe]

"Look Mister," Norman huffs, "I don't really want to be here, and probably don't really want me here, but Uncle Rupert told my mom that tromping around in a swamp filled with mud and bugs and snakes with a bunch of complete strangers would build character, and she thought it'd keep me out of trouble for a couple of days, so why don't you just get back to your treasure hunting, and I'll get back to being miserable, so we can both do what we're good at, and get all of this over as soon as possible, okay?"

As he helps Rogier set up camp, Oirhandir overhears the youth's outburst. He approaches the pair, a contrite look on his face.

"I'm sorry", he says, "but it is our fault that you're here. We expected that there would be places where we had to go that we couldn't take the horses, so we asked your Uncle to send someone along to do watch them."

After a pause, he adds: "Look, Norman, you've a right to be miserable if you wish, but most of us have found that bad times pass more quickly if one doesn't dwell on them. Come, let us finish setting up this camp, and perhaps we can share some supper and some stories around the campfire."

 

[DM-Rocco]

Calamar the Dark dismounts, and in an effort to be of use to the party, tries to help in setting up camp. It quickly becomes apparent that he is of little use in such things and he makes his way to the stone marker and cast aComprehend Lanuages spells on the marker to see it it reveals anything. After his findings, he retreats to the study of his tomes, rearranging his spells for the next day.

OOC
0-Level- read magic, detect magic, prestiditation
1-Level- Ray of enfeeblement X2 and Comprehend Languages

Spell book:
0-Level- all
1-Level- Ray of enfeeblement, comprehend languages, Cause fear, shield, Mage Armor, magic missile and monster summoning 1

Also has the following skills, if they apply, Concentration +10,Craft (Alchemy) +8, Descipher script +8, Knowledge (Psionic) +8, Knowledge (Arcana), +8, Knowledge (Planes)+8, Spellcraft+8

and speak the following languages:Common, Celestial (INT bonus), Draconic (INT bonus), Abyssal (INT bonus) & Infernal (INT bonus)

 

[Pbartender]

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"And of course we want you here, otherwise you wouldn't have been here, now would you?"

"I'm sorry", he says, "but it is our fault that you're here."

Norman looks as though he was about to say something, but he stops before begins. His eyes narrow, darting back and forth between Rogier and Oirhandir. An oddly determined expression slowly creeps onto his face.

"Your fault..." he says quietly, "Fine then... I see how it is." He picks up his bedroll and stalks off to the edge of the clearing, where he purposefully sits alone with his back to a tree, arms crossed.

...he makes his way to the stone marker and cast aComprehend Lanuages spells on the marker to see it it reveals anything...

Most of the writing on the stone has been eroded way to faint groove, and so despite the spell, Calamar can only clearly make out a handful of syllables... "Fall...mil..." is written on one side and "...thirn...dred..." on the other.

 

[DM-Rocco]

OOC Someone will have to refresh my memory, are "Fall...mil..." and "...thirn...dred..." town or sites near here, if so, then it is as the DM has said, nothing more than a marker.

 

[El Jefe]

"Your fault..." he says quietly, "Fine then... I see how it is." He picks up his bedroll and stalks off to the edge of the clearing, where he purposefully sits alone with his back to a tree, arms crossed.

Oirhandir watches the youth stomp off, his face devoid of expression. "Perhaps his bowels do not agree with him", he dryly observes to Rogier. "There are herbs that can cure that."

Seeing that camp is nearly set up, Oirhandir sets about preparing the firepit for a proper cook fire. That is, if one of the rangers hasn't beaten him to it.

 

[Gurdjieff]

Oirhandir watches the youth stomp off, his face devoid of expression. "Perhaps his bowels do not agree with him", he dryly observes to Rogier. "There are herbs that can cure that."

"I bet there are Oirhandir, I bet there are" Rogier smiles at his Elven friend,then resumes tending the horses.

 

[DM-Rocco]

Calamar also watched the youth storm off in a huff.

"Shouldn't someone track him, if not for his own protection, then for ours. It may come to pass that the youth may stray to far from the camp site to find his way back, or even worse, he may be a spy, in league with who knows what?" Calamar the dark looked to each of his new companions, a stern look told all.

"It may seems like paranoia to you, but that is how I have lived so long."

 

[Kahuna Burger]

"It may seems like paranoia to you, but that is how I have lived so long."

"It does sound paranoid," Katherine says with a cheerful grin, "And you don't look that old to me. But he's not going far at the moment. If he runs off, I'll help track him down, but I think we have better things to worry about." She shakes out a bedroll and settles in, making sure her crossbow is within arm's reach. "I'd suggest that humans take first and last watches when there is some small light in the sky, and those of us with better night eyes can be arranged in between. Wake me when you will, I'm flexible in my sleep schedule." She lies back and watches the stars come out, quietly singing an old ballad that switches back and forth between the human and elvish tongues, giving competing names and attributes to the constellations that come together as one story told from different perspectives. Eventually she sings herself to sleep and amusingly seems to have lulled Nibbles off as well.

 

[El Jefe]

Eventually she sings herself to sleep and amusingly seems to have lulled Nibbles off as well.

Oirhandir picks up on Katherine's efforts and begins playing soft, gentle music on his chimes. If it turns out that he lulls the rest of the party to sleep, he'll be all too happy to take the first watch, then catch a few hours of trance once he wakes the next watch.