Todd's FR adventure: On the Merchant Road. Part I


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"What're ya doin'?!
I'm not sleepin' here - that whole party was slaughtered, the last that rested in here!

We've gotta gooo and get outta here, if we're gonna rest and heal up, lads."
 
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Kreeg Stonesplitter

"Well if you don't want to be resting here, then we should press on. Who's injured? By the grace o' me goddess i'll pass along some healing."
 
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Az looks at the priest and says "I would like to to be healed. I am very badly wounded. Killian? Is that your name? To answer your question, this is the start of my glorious Hoard." Az smiles and sits up on the sack of gold pieces.
 

Killian looks deep at the diminuative elf, and says threateningly, "Ya ... me name's Killian.
Killian Maxwell, son of Shaemus Maxwell of the Lake Ashane Maxwell clan.

And ya didn't be gettin' any of that "hoard" from down _here_, did ya, boy?

If so, some of it might be gotten from tha' others that died down here."

OOC: sorry, i just thought Killian would respond this way to that...
no hard feelings.


Killian eventually looks back to the others in this death-pit and asks, "So if Kreeg heals up tha elfsie, is there any reason we can't gooo on a bit?"
 
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"Oh no Mr. Killian, My father gave my my portion of the hoard in order to create my own. Hisskrani druth frasion erima* My father always says. And yes I will be feel confortible going on if I'm healed. I'n no hatchling."

* Draconic saying loosly translated as 'I give of myself for your gain.' For those you who speak Draconic, Aztaryx speaks it better than he speaks any other language even Elven.
 

Kiralin looks at Kreeg. "I'll take you up on that offer. I could use some healing. After that I would be willing to press onward."
 



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