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

[El Jefe]

"Norman," he scowls ignoring the proferred hand.

Not knowing if the handshake was refused because of the youth's generally poor demeanor or because of a simple breech of human etiquette (but suspecting the former), Oirhandir withdraws his hand after a pause. "Well, Norman", he speaks, "thank you for bringing the animals to the inn today. I hope that you find the rest of this expedition more pleasant than your labors so far this day."

Thinking that there was nothing to be done for the moment to cheer up the lad, Oirhandir set about ensuring that the band had enough provisions for the task at hand. "It could take as much as two days to reach the mill", he thought, "and another two to reach the hill. Four days out and four days back...and counting Norman, we number six."

Walking over to a horse, Rogier hops in the saddle and he walks it around a bit. "It isn't anything like flying on a Gryffon like last time I went on an adventure, but certainly is good to be back in the saddle again. I suggest we waste no time and get ready to move, the further we can get today the better.

Oirhandir sighs. "I am anxious to be on my way as well", he reflects, "but rushing off only to run out of food or water before we get there isn't my style of travelling!" He calls out to the man, "One moment, Rogier. Let me see to it that we've enough supplies to make the trip, then I'll be happy to join you."

He quickly counts the mounts, then starts inspecting the packs. Surely there would be enough to last this band for a week and day.

OoC - I'm assuming we have 6 horses, a mule, and Nibbles, let me know if Oirhandir arrives at a different number. And he's looking for rations for 48 man-days, enough grain to supplement the animals for that time (he's assuming they will graze when resting), and enough water-carrying capacity to get the 5 adventurers through 4 days, since the river water is probably drinkable, but the swamp water is questionable. If he can find these things, he's good to go.

 

[msd]

As Oirhandir starts to dig about the provisions, Eruin looks over his shoulder, hoping his colleague will find the quivers that the young man had spoken about...

 

[DM-Rocco]

Calamar the Dark, smiles as he sees the clay pots and goes to fill his pouches with his trade mark attack.


"I am ready, whom else do we wait for?"

 

[Pbartender]

He quickly counts the mounts, then starts inspecting the packs. Surely there would be enough to last this band for a week and day.

OoC - I'm assuming we have 6 horses, a mule, and Nibbles, let me know if Oirhandir arrives at a different number. And he's looking for rations for 48 man-days, enough grain to supplement the animals for that time (he's assuming they will graze when resting), and enough water-carrying capacity to get the 5 adventurers through 4 days, since the river water is probably drinkable, but the swamp water is questionable. If he can find these things, he's good to go.

OOC: Yes, there are 6 riding horses and a pack mule, not including any mounts your characters may have.

At a glance, Oirhandir estimates that there is easily enough food and water to last at least two weeks. In addition, he finds a leather cuirass, sword, shield, bow and a quiver of arrows. They are obviously meant for Norman, though he is obviously less than eager to put them to use.

Calamar the Dark, smiles as he sees the clay pots and goes to fill his pouches with his trade mark attack.

OOC: Actually, it's just one big jug about the size of Calamar's head. It probably weighs about eight pounds.

 

[msd]

In addition, he finds a leather cuirass, sword, shield, bow and a quiver of arrows.

Upon seeing Oirhandir uncover a quiver of arrows, Eruin's eyes widen a little. "The moment is upon us then" Eruin mutters to himself.

As Eruin approaches one of the mounts slowly, he stares unwaveringly into the eyes of the beast. Standing next to the mount, he leans forward, and while repeatedly caressing the muzzle of his new companion, whispers something inaudible in the steed's ear...

Turning back to the group, he inhales deeply...pauses...exhales and asks with his eyes as much as with his words "Well?"





<OOC>

Eruin is ready to depart when the rest of the group is

</OOC>

 

[El Jefe]

At a glance, Oirhandir estimates that there is easily enough food and water to last at least two weeks. In addition, he finds a leather cuirass, sword, shield, bow and a quiver of arrows. They are obviously meant for Norman, though he is obviously less than eager to put them to use.

Oirhandir is about to call to Eruin that he's found the arrows when he notices the rest of Norman's gear. Turning, he sees that Eruin has spotted the arrows, and decides to say nothing. Satisfied that the party is adequately provisioned, he fastens his staff securely onto the mule's harness, and goes about the business of selecting a mount.

Aware that he is shorter than even Katherine and Rogier, he goes about choosing a horse to match. Finding one who's saddle is a little closer to the ground than the rest, he inspects the animal for soundness, and strokes the beast's neck gently while letting it sniff him, all the while murmuring a short prayer.

"Blessed Phyrah, grant this traveller safe passage through the crossroads of this journey. Please guard this animal's steps so that it may carry this traveller on his way. Please let the rider and mount be in accord so that the journey may be completed."

Oirhandir then gathers the rains and eases into the saddle.

"Let us be on our way", he calls.

 

[Pbartender]

Norman glumly mounts his own horse, and brings up the rear leading the mule as you make your way out of Orussus city. The sun is bright and warm, the breeze is gentle and cool as you travel east along the road to Fallon. Certainly, Phyrah is smiling on you today, for it truly turning out to be a pleasant journey.

You had a rather late start leaving Orussus, so it is not until mid-afternoon that you reach the crossroad that heads south toward Lathirn. It would be perhaps another couple of hours before you could reach the bridge over the River Roars.

OOC: This is a reminder to those of you whose characters are not yet approved.

 

[Gurdjieff]

"I don't know how you all feel about this, but I don't really like setting up camp in the darkness, if you know what I mean. If we still have to travel quite some distance, it might be wise to set up camp here and get a fresh and early start tomorrowmorning. Besides, these animals might want some rest."
Rogier looks at the party, asking them how they feel about holding position for today.

 

[El Jefe]

Oirhandir smiles to himself. "Now that's one of the race of men", he thinks. "Can't wait to get started, then can't wait to rest"!

"Have we far to reach the river?", he asks. "Laying eyes on the river might settle our plans for tomorrow; if we can reach it by nightfall, I'd like to try. If not, this is as good a spot to camp as any."

 

[DM-Rocco]

OOC, okay, so my understanding then is that the jug of flamible fluid is not what I thought it was, which was a pot 'O aclchemist fires? Also, let me check my character, I may need to buy one quick spell component quickly before we go.