Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[Trouvere]

"Th' twa eastren trees, mebbe, eh, Ter-raen?" Gildrim suggests.

"Weel, we've a few hours tae rest up afair nichtfall. Micht as weel tak oor ease."

After a few short chanted words and waving of his hands, Gildrim watches contentedly as the mud covering his lower half decides to leap off onto the ground and his soaked clothing steams itself dry. Accumulated detritus even leaps from his matted goatskin.

"That's better!" Gildrim gets out the canvas sheet from his pack and lays it out. "Pleisant tae be dry fur a wee while," he says, sitting down on it. "If ye want tae stairt a fire, Ah can licht th' moss wi' a click ay mah fingers."

OOC: prestidigitated drycleaning service available to all who want it

 

[Halford]

"Ooh, can ye do Fenenn? No offense boy, but you're startin' te smell like a week dead tree rat!"

 

[Trouvere]

"Och, it's th' hair, hauds oan tae ivery steuch," says Gildrim, tugging again at his goatskin mantle. He lies back on his canvas sheet, propped up on an elbow. "C'm haur, Fenenn, laddie. Ye're a guid hoond, aren' ye naw? Chompin' mony-feets an' cockodrills. Hou dae ye think wee nixies taste?"

Shortly, Fennen's coat is dry and untangled, and all without Gildrim laying a hand on the dog. "Dinnae worry," the dwarf whispers. "Ah willnae mak ye smell like roses."

 

[Halford]

Fenenn shakes himself and "rolff"s approvingly, he soon gets to some serious licking, such activities having been unpalatable for the last few days.

Erf chuckles and settles down for the night nodding his thanks to Gildrim.

 

[serow]

Ter-raen sets about using his rope to try and create tripping lines from probably attacking locations. Considering the mapping of the area, it could be considered a phenomenal success, or a numbing failure. He tugs each line twice, making sure it's not loose. As he does so, he looks back occasionally at the camp, just to be sure. And he is rather spellbound by the sight of the dwarf's dirt just dropping off from his body. Useful trick. Can it cook too?

 

[covaithe]

For all the extra precautions and extra tension from those on watch, the night passes quietly. In the morning, Ter-raen's ropes are undisturbed. After another muddy slog, you find yourselves once again at the base of the hill outside Mordren Manor. Apikotoa stops and says, "I wait here. Don't get treecked again, eh?"

 

[Trouvere]

"If we dae get bumbaiselt, it'll be time tae gae onywey, since Ah think we shoud keep awa frae Kshatrya an' her holy pownd till we've foond whit we're haur fur."

"Agreed?" Gildrim's eye perhaps lingers on Erf for a moment. "If ye're still wirrit aboot th' goddess she micht or micht nae be talkin' tae, we can try tae halp her lest thing."

"An' noo - th' hoose."

OOC: previous house map

 

[Halford]

"Fine by me." Says Erf a trifull wistfully.

"Come on Fenenn lets see if we can't find ye some more of those centipedes te chew on! How about ye Ter-raen ye ready te rumble?"

The little gnome stays astride Fenenn and moves to follow Gildrim's lead.

[sblock=covaithe]Can I ask how much the wooden boxes containing painted playing cards weigh? Just for character sheet upkeep.[/sblock]

 

[covaithe]

ooc: For the cards, let's call them half a pound each. Where exactly is Gildrim leading?

 

[Trouvere]

Gildrim readies his shield and heads for the front doors, noting "We didnae tak th' first door oan th' left."