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

[Gurdjieff]

"Ah, has anyone seen Gath? Razir, do you know if he is still at Joe's tavern?", inquired the elf. "We need to assemble and be off. And Rogier, you know as well as I how far it is to that mill. We should try to reach the bridge over the Roars by midday, if we can. Can we procure this anti-venom without wasting half the morning?"

"As we're still waiting for our big companion Gath, I think we can make a run to get some. However, I myself don't have the money for it, and if we have to run it through Rupert, it might take some time. So unless someone has quite some gold left, we might be better of just being more careful and hit the road as soon as Gath gets here."

 

[Pbartender]

OOC: Antitoxin costs 50 gps. Iggy could afford to buy one dose. Can we say he can get this done before we leave?

OCC: Yes, there are also a half-dozen vials packed in with the supplies.

 

[GPEKO]

Gath

Gath wakes up in some refuses in an out of the way alley with a spitting headache. It kind reminds him of the time he was a pugilist only now his face isn't all swollen up. He shakes himself and suddenly remembers he had to meet a few others at Rupert's place. He probably shouldn't have drink all that 'Gloobuck' with Razir last night but at least his polearm and his money pouch are still with him, a good thing.

Dirty and still somewhat dizzy, Gath makes it to the rendez-vous point. He notices they are all looking at him.

"Urrgghh ... We be going now?"

Without anymore words, he climbs one of the mounts and appears ready to go.

 

[El Jefe]

"So unless someone has quite some gold left, we might be better of just being more careful and hit the road as soon as Gath gets here."

Well, that would have to do. Oirhandir really didn't want to trouble Rupert any more than he already had, and if Rogier hadn't already pursued this, maybe they would just have to be careful. He glanced at the halfling and at Almayce, and wondered if either of them would hold up to a bite better than Calamar had. With more than a hint of conciliation, Oirhandir replied, "Well, let's hope he gets here soon, then."

OCC: Yes, there are also a half-dozen vials packed in with the supplies.

The bard reached into the last of the packs, verifying what provisions they had and trying to memorize where they were all stowed. Wrapped carefully in a cloth container were six small vials, with a note in a florid script that read, "Anti-toxin. Especially Useful For Countering the Effects of Poisonous Snake Venom. S. Boortman, Apothecary."

The tips of the young elf's ears turned scarlet in the still morning air. "Ah," he stammered, holding up one of the vials, "Our host seems to have anticipated our need." ("In his usual way", thought the elf.) "My apologies to you all for my...misplaced...concern."

Oirhandir fervently hoped his companions would be so pleased at knowing they were protected against the snakes that they would overlook his oversight.

Dirty and still somewhat dizzy, Gath makes it to the rendez-vous point. He notices they are all looking at him.

"Urrgghh ... We be going now?"

Without anymore words, he climbs one of the mounts and appears ready to go.

Oirhandir stared for a moment at the brawny half-orc, seeming somewhat misplaced atop his nervous steed. Were the start of all such adventures so strange? Recovering, the elf blurted out, "Why, yes. Yes, we'll be on our way." With that, Oirhandir gently stroked the muzzle of his own mount while quietly asking Phyrah's blessing on the journey. Seeing the rest of the party mounting up to ride, Oirhandir eased into the saddle and took the reins.

 

[Manzanita]

Ignatious

"Oh. I suspected Rupert was an organized one. Six should suffice. I'll save my money for a more urgent use down the line."

He mounts his pony (if there is one. Otherwise, he'll ask someone to let him ride behind them.)

"Tell me, friend Oihandir. What else is in our supplies. Could be handy to know. For what its worth, this green vial in my pouch is a curing potion. Please administer it to me if I need it and am unable to do so myself."

 

[El Jefe]

Hearing Ignatious's question, Oirhandir turned in his saddle to address the halfling sitting astride the chestnut-and-white pony.

"Uh, spare arrows, rations, rope, enough water for all of us and the animals for two weeks or more...what are you interested in? Rupert is nothing if not thorough! I should have known he'd pack antivenom, it's just his way."

 

[Zweischneid]

Mounting gracefully, Razir takes his new horse through a few circles right there in the courtyard, his cloak billowing out behind the Rogue.
The rush of riding (and owning) a horse seems to be more than enough to drive the lingering hangover from his mind.

Rupert is nothing if not thorough! I should have known he'd pack antivenom, it's just his way."

"Well, than.." the Half-Elf whispers, bringing his horse up besides Oirhandir and Ignatious ".. let's ride!"



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Ooc:

What kind of horse we got?

 

[GPEKO]

Gath

"Yeah, we go!" Gath says as he kick his horse into movement. The horse bolts forward and Gath, not really used to riding, almost falls down. After a few paces, he manages to recovers and slows the horse down.

 

[Gurdjieff]

"Yes, let's ride! We have a long day ahead of us, so let us waste as little time as possible." Rogier gets on his horse and guides it to the exit of the city, waiting for all the horses to get going.

 

[Xael]

"Off we go then.", Almayce mumbles while he turns his horse around and rides after others.