TiCaudata's Mish Mash Campaign

[worthley]

"I do not plan it to be pleasant when I reach this necromancer. He killed my mother, and I am seeking my revenge. I know many other clerics have a distaste for revenge, but I have no problems with it."

 

[Dichotomy]

When Logan mentions food, Angrod nearly stops dead in his tracks, but instead he waits, continuing his search and listening to the conversation.

Once finished, he comes back, and the skinny elf hungrily devours every bit of food given to him.

"No horse," Angrod responds to Kote's question around a mouthful of food.

"My parents is clerics. I always thought there was too much to life to spend all you're time with gods that don't care none much." Angrod coughs and his cheeks redden.

"Sorry... Didn't mean... ummm... You're god's is prolly diff'rent..." The elf's voice trails off at the end.

"Oh!" He interjects, changing the subject. "Them doors is locked. Whatcha think this place is?"

 

[michael_noah]

"A horse. Yes, that would be splendid, but I haven't afforded one yet, replies Logan. "I suppose it's actually good luck that I happened here. I am a guide around this area. I don't know how you all managed to find shelter so fast when you needed it, but you most likely won't be so lucky next time."

"And this place... seemed at first to be a ruin of sorts. I can't imagine how the doors would come to be locked if that were the case, though. Surely others must have sought shelter here in the past. I would guess that there are other occupants," the dwarf concludes, unperturbed at the thought of trespassing.

 

[o3caudata]

"To kill the necromancer, eh? The irony. HA!" Kote blurts, and then looking somewhat abashed continues "Ah, but yes. Avenging the death of a loved one, very noble. I hope you get what you're looking for. That goes for all of you. We've all found a sturdy shelter. That's a start."

Kote looks quizzically as Angrod stutters about and reports his findings.

"Locked doors. From the inside or the out? Or can't you tell? That would probably tell us where these supposed inhabitants are, or at least how clever they are." he concludes, winking at Logan.

As an apparent afterthought, he turns back to Logan and asks somewhat expectantly "A guide you say? From the area then? Do you have any telling stories to share? About this place? Or necromancers? Or the area in general?"

 

[worthley]

Ava gives a little smile to the elf, "Angrod, please do not worry about your comment. I understand that many feel the same as you do about the gods. I spend my time honoring Pelor, and am rewarded for doing so. I have the ability to heal the wounded as a gift for my service."

Ava then looks at each door. "Maybe it would be best for no less than two of us to sleep at a time as we wait the storm out...." She pauses, and then quickly continues to cover her untrustingness to the strangers "So they don't ambush us in our rest."

 

[Dichotomy]

As Kote continues to talk, Angrod mumbles, "They got keyholes. Prolly can lock both ways." He then becomes silent again.
[sblock=OOC]Ahhh! Attack of multiple conversations all at once![/sblock]

 

[TiCaudata]

[sblock=oc]awesome ain't it?[/sblock]

 

[TiCaudata]

Outside, the storm continues to increase in intensity. The hodge podge group can feel the rumble following nearby lightning strikes. [sblock=oc]As a side note that I haven't mentioned as of yet. Ava reached the building at somewhere around 3 pm. It is summer and you are assumed to be in a temperate climate, so travel between two remote towns could allow for noticing the storm and finding the tor by late afternoon.[/sblock]

 

[worthley]

Ava turns her head quickly to the door after the loud thunder, and slowly returns her attention to the group. "Seems like we'll be here for a while. Kota, why don't you tell me more of the 'unsavory' fellow. Maybe it's the same person I'm looking for?"

 

[michael_noah]

"Most of what I know wouldn't be too interesting to you, I'm sure. Where rapids occur in the rivers, which passes lead to fresh water in the hills, where the dear trails are..."

"I don't associate with the actual inhabitants of the area much," Logan responds, hanging his head a bit.