We Have A Keep!

Hey, we have a keep

Created: <time datetime=“2017-02-19T23:03:09-08:00”>February 19, 2017</time>

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-19T23:03:09-08:00”>February 19, 2017</time>

    RP awayyyyyy…. Anything related to riding back to speak to the king, trying to find kline, trying to make negotiations with other villages, talking to your single servant, aka anything requiring me, must be done no later than Wednesday night for me to reply, and by night, i dont mean 11:59 pm I mean like, 8pm.

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-19T23:03:53-08:00”>February 19, 2017</time>

    PS Think of names for the keep, otherwise this is gonna be a crimson crows situation, and its gonna be named the keepers keep

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-19T23:12:41-08:00”>February 19, 2017</time>

    Your servant by the way, is a high elf named Taranath Enbalar, who Kline hired because he thought Alatar would find it humorous.

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-19T23:42:48-08:00”>February 19, 2017</time>

    On the first night in the manor, Rinn sits out on the balcony of her room and writes a letter. She hands it to Taranath and asks for it to be delivered as soon as possible. Afterwards she meditates downstairs at the All Faiths shrine for a few hours before going to sleep.

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-19T23:53:09-08:00”>February 19, 2017</time>

    Taranath takes the letter and gives Rinn a nod. “With haste, I assure you. I certainly hope you enjoy the view. I asked him in the middle of the construction what his plan was. He said he never really had one, other than knowing that the house should face the east, so that you would awaken by the sun’s touch. Something about bringing light into your otherwise darkened plane. I assume he meant the Shadowfel… The mountains are a lovely view no?”

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-20T00:16:26-08:00”>February 20, 2017</time>

    Rinn looks out at the mountains, “Imagine only ever seeing this view, the mountains and the fields. Everything as a shadowed grey.” She turns back to the elf for a moment, “Once in awhile I think that I miss home….then I remember how beautiful this land is and how much warmer the sun feels here.” She pauses, “The Shadowfell is beautiful in its own way, and I know it well. Taranath, how did you come to be here?”

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-20T00:19:05-08:00”>February 20, 2017</time>

    Turning toward Rinn he simply gazes out to the mountains, attempting to imagine the darkness of the Shadowfell as she describes it. His eyes eventually lift, his silver hair cascading at his shoulders for a moment. “I was a steward for The Wolf’s father. I’ve known them both for some time. He trusts me enough to take care of the keep for you all while you are not around, the upkeep and what not. Which we will have to discuss. I simply cannot do everything on my own.”

     

  • Alatar210

    Alatar210

     <time datetime=“2017-02-20T00:53:12-08:00”>February 20, 2017</time>

    Immediately after King Bronzehammer leaves, I seek out Taranath. “Aaye (greetings),” I say in Elvish. and wait for his response (if he responds in Elvish, I continue in Elvish; if not, common will suffice) . “It is wonderful to see another of my kind here. From where do your people hail? Do any other elves work here here? Do you know of a nearby glade where I can celebrate the Seldarine outside the walls of the chapel?” 
     

    “The Lady Traelle may be occupying my quarters for some time, is there perhaps an alternative space where I could temporarily reside that will not displace any of the household staff? I only need a small space—even a spot in the stable will suffice for now. Thank you.” 
     

    After hearing Taranath’s response, I walk back to my room and change into my common clothes. I walk the grounds to observe the work in the nearby fields and decipher the source of this keep’s income. If I come across any workers, I ask if I can assist them in their labor.

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-20T01:23:14-08:00”>February 20, 2017</time>

    She raises an eyebrow, “His father must be very old if he still lives….was this a long time ago now?” Rinn thinks about the manor and how many more hands Taranath might need. “We will need to discuss how much help we can afford to hire for you, and the trade arrangements with the local villages. Though I am sure we can get an extra hand or two without trouble. The others probably have ideas about what would be best.”

    She sighs, “I think I’ll go back to Wyrmwood soon to see if I can find Kline, but I have a feeling that it would be a better use of my time to go to the Lyceum or the Coins and wait for his reply to my letter.”

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-20T03:28:52-08:00”>7 days ago</time>

    Nods once more to the inquisitive Shadar-Kai before clearing his throat to speak. "His father is indeed rather old, though, their kind… well, they seem to age rather well if I may say so. I have been in their service nearly 60 years now. I would consider them more than just an employer, but family. As for the manor, well, it all depends on how you intend to use it. We will certainly need at least five or so additional servants, someone to cook, clean, take care of things. Of course they will be vetted by the king himself considering the confidentiality of your mission. When you all are ready, we may certainly sit down and discuss all the keep has to offer and what the upkeep will take. "


    Noticing Rinn’s sigh, he pauses for a moment. “He spoke warmly of you Rinn, and openly, something I have never seen him do about another person. He keeps a journal and I am certain he spent many nights hoping you and the others were safe. The Wolf just needs time. Look to the Lyceum, look to The Coins, spend a few nights at a tavern, but with space he will return to you. To you all.”


    Meanwhile in another time line on the same day, Taranath speaks to Alatar.

    Taranath looks impressed as Alatar approaches and for a moment he allows a small smile to spread upon his lips before he replies. “Aaye, lle quena i’ lambe en’ lye gwaith vee’ eithel? (Hail you speak the tongue of our people as well?)” (For the sake of simplicity he does speak Elvish to Alatar but I will write in english). I come from a land that no longer exists and have found my home with the Bladeseeker family as a servant to The Wolf’s father. As of right now, the only person who works here is myself, though I am certain we will need to hire more individuals, I have spoken to Rinn about this earlier in the day and perhaps we all may be able to sit and discuss the details when you’ve settled in. As for a glade, there is a clearing about one hour’s ride by horse back to the north where the forest lie, perhaps there you can find some peace with the moon goddess." He then gives a nod, and continues on after the comments related to Traelle.

    “As of right now, there is a common room outside of the bed chambers that are occupied by yourself and Drak’thal. I was under the impression that the Dwarf and Human were an item; will they not be sharing nuptials with one another? If this is the case I will see to it whatever the Lady may need to make rest in your quarters.”

    Following their conversation, as Alatar leaves, he notices the vast land that the keep is settled in, several settlers have already begun setting small makeshift homes on the edges of the land, and in turn, as custom, they provide some payment to the keep. Cheese, milk, beef, poultry, wool, timber, etc are just some of the items produced at the keep, and in time, during the harvest, perhaps wheat and barley as well. For now though, it is a meager settlement, stretched far and wide between. This will take time, but eventually a community can grow in the lands.

     

  • Alatar210

    Alatar210

     <time datetime=“2017-02-20T10:34:31-08:00”>7 days ago</time>

    Day 1 [Afternoon] 

    “Diola lle ten ’ile nostale (thank you for your kindness). The common room will be sufficient. Later this evening, would you mind assisting me in moving a trunk into it so that I might store some materials without disturbing Traelle? Perhaps we can discuss future arrangements tonight at dinner after we make plans for staffing the Keep. For now, I am going to venture onto the estate to learn more of its settlers and fortifications. If Corellon favors me, I might even spend some time in honest labor. It has been a long while since I last worked in the green earth and it should be gratifying to spend time cultivating life. If my companions need me, they can find me in the fields” 
     

    As I roam the estate’s lands (in common clothes but with bow and quiver), I take careful note of its features for future defensive fortifications. Once Kline returns—if he returns—I think, we shall have to discuss his plans for the defense of this structure. Our enemy has many spies and I do not think we will remain hidden for long. 
     

    Each group of settlers I come across I ask the same questions but not in the disdainful tone I reserve for the elite but in a kind, joyful and welcoming voice fit for an elf raised on a commune where all shared in the backbreaking labor necessary for survival. Where are they from? What brings them to these lands? What structures, tools, and support do they need to ease their burdens? Eventually I come across a family tilling their own plot to grow a few simple crops for their own use. I ask if I can join them. They agree and I work for the remainder of the afternoon. Like strumming the lute, the rhythmic work of my youth brings me a kind of peace that I have not felt in some time. Perhaps, it is time, I think, that I destroy the last remains of my old life. I am now reborn. It is time to begin anew. 

    As the sun sets, I return to the Keep, ask Taranath if there is some place I can wash the mud and filth from my body, and begin to prepare for dinner.

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-20T22:00:39-08:00”>6 days ago</time>

    [DAY 1 evening]
    Rinn spots Alatar tracking mud through the entryway as she comes down the stairs to check out the kitchen. She isn’t sure if he notices her right away, and continues into the pantry to find something edible before returning to the third floor. She walks out onto the balcony and looks at the small table for a second before before sliding down against the wall into a seated position. We need to go to the city and get rid of anything we don’t need. The gold bracelets, gems. Price some armor maybe.

    She thinks about the magical glass as she eats her small dinner. I should ask one of them to test it with me. Alatar or Traelle. I still need to discuss those letters with the elf… I can’t hide in here forever. Rinn stands and decides that it’s as good a time as any to go ask about tomorrow. She makes her way down to Alatar’s room where Traelle is staying for now. “Do you want to go back to Wyrmwood tomorrow? We can stop by the Shrine of Tyr, sell some of our things at the Coins. I’d like to go by my shrine as well, whether or not you accompany me is your decision. First thing in the morning?”

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-20T22:16:22-08:00”>6 days ago</time>

    As Traelle settles in Alatar’s chambers, she shrugs off the chain mail from her body and stretches her back. Laying her armor across a chair, she carefully rests her blade and shield atop a table. As she inspects her equipment, she hears a soft knock at the door. Rinn enters, and speaks to the paladin. 

    “I would like that. We would do well to return the horses and donkey to the King’s stables. I may look at Wyrmwood’s stock of horses, to save time when traveling to the city. Also, a trip to the Coins is very needed, perhaps Drak’Thal will join us. If memory serves, he has equipment he wishes to sell. If the hour is not too late after our errands, a trip to the bath house might be in order as well. I will be going to the All Faith’s for a short time before I retire for the night.”

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-20T23:02:14-08:00”>6 days ago</time>

    Rinn nods, and turns to leave the room but stops. “I want to try something with the glass, but I don’t want to do it by myself. We should test it to see how much we can see to serve our cause….perhaps we can do this when we come back from the city.” She doesn’t wait for an answer, and heads out to the garden to meditate for some time. When the moon moves overhead, she returns inside to her room for bed.

     

  • Alatar210

    Alatar210

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T08:40:14-08:00”>6 days ago</time>

    [Day 1 Evening] 

    Later that evening, I return to my new sleeping quarters in the common area after making a brief stop in the kitchen to find some nourishment and, hopefully, ale or wine. As I ascend the stairs, I see Rinn leave the house for the garden but make no efforts to hail her. I notice that one of the trunks in my room has been moved into a corner of the common room and note that I should thank Taranath in the morning before I leave for Wyrmwood.

    I sit and begin to contemplate my new surroundings. This place has an opulence that we, I, do not deserve. The instruments Kline has placed in the next room are far more beautiful than any I have seen outside of an Elven court but all I really need is the simple lute that has been on my back since Red Larch. Kline, or the Wolf as I guess I should start calling him, is a generous man but so far his kindness has yielded little. He sent us Potions of Healing and we failed our investigation of the Feathergale Spire; that cost him many men. He again helped us and we failed at Summit Hall and now its inhabitants are dead. While I had no love for the watchful eyes of the Paladins of Tyr, if they were anything like Traelle, they would have been good allies to call upon.. He then built us a ship and hired a crew and our failure was even more complete. How much greater will we fail now that he has built us a keep? 

    Still, perhaps this place is not really for us. I know that the coming onslaught of Elemental Evil will likely require a refuge from the elemental evil that plagues the land and, a beacon of hope and persistence to lift their spirits. Perhaps this could be that place. We should name it accordingly. I should talk with Traelle about this. If anyone knows the importance of hope and persistence in the face of evil, it is she. I stand, walk to the door of her room, and knock.

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T08:55:34-08:00”>6 days ago</time>

    [DAY 2]
    Rinn rises early, and sifts through the gear that she has been carrying. She sets everything out in front of the fireplace and hopes that they will have enough coin for some new armor. Her plain undershirt has been dirtied by the lack of armor to cover it, but it isn’t too bad. A trip to the bathhouse might be a good idea after all. If only we could wash the North off of ourselves.

    She counts her gold and puts the set of gold bracelets into her coin bag as well. Looking over her pile of weapons, she grabs the magical dagger. “Reszur,” the blade glows. She smirks at it and places it in its sheath. She is glad that Drakthal gave her this fine weapon. I wonder what else the dwarf carries…

    She gathers her things and descends the stairs to meet Traelle at the entry. As she passes each door, she pokes her head in to see if anyone else will join them on their trip back into Wyrmwood.

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T15:37:33-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [DAY 2]
    As the sun rises, Traelle climbs from the bed, and slowly dons her armor. It’s been days since her wound healed, but a slight stiffness in her arm remains. With her equipment snugly fit, she grabs the Bag of Holding and walks down to the entryway. As she walks down the staircase, she finds Drak’Thal on the first floor. “Will you be joining Rinn and me to Wyrmwood?” Traelle asks. “We will stop at the Coins after returning the mounts.” The Dwarf smiles and nods, and follows as Traelle makes for the stable. She finds Taranath in the entryway and briefly speaks with her, sharing the day’s agenda with the High Elf and that the journeying Keepers will most likely return sometime in the evening.

    As the paladin and cleric enter the stables, Traelle is surprised to see Alatar already waiting with Rinn. Traelle greets the pair and asks, “Has anyone seen Þórunn? We should leave for the city soon.” Traelle secures the reins of Þórunn’s horse to her own and walks from the stable to the road. The paladin mounts her borrowed horse and breaks into a trot.

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T15:58:43-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [DAY 1 evening]
    At the sound of a knock, Traelle opens the door and welcomes Alatar in. “I must thank you,” she starts, “for letting me stay in these chambers. I am very grateful. Did you need something?”

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T16:47:47-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [DAY 2]
    Rinn mounts her horse beside Alatar and whispers to him, "We should talk about those burned letters later and put it behind us. It’s up to you when that happens. I know we have enough to get done today but when we return to the manor, I expect you to knock on my door explain yourself. " She looks over to the other Keepers as they get ready to leave and continues, “Do not think that I mistrust you, you are still my friend. I watched you die and then helped bring you back. I know that if you awoke from death, the Raven Queen still needed you alive. Be grateful that she granted you that.” With these words, she whistles and her horse trots forward.

    She rides beside Traelle as they make their way to Wyrmwood. The manor recedes from view, and Rinn looks to the city walls as they follow the road into the city. The Keepers trot through the city towards the castle to return the King’s horses and the little donkey at the stables.

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T17:49:55-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [DAY 2]
    Traelle allows herself a slight grin while trotting along the road. Drak’Thal commanded quite the presence atop his warhorse, but the donkey makes for a humorous mount. The paladin steers her horse through the gates of the city and find the road to the kings stables. Flagging down a quartermaster or attendant, she dismounts and hands the reins of both horses over. With a nod and a quiet “thank you,” the paladin turns and makes for the Coins. 

    Traelle walks through the streets, taking in the sights of the Wyrmwood. Her new home is magnificent, but seeing the bustling city brings her joy. She hopes that investing time, effort, and gold will enable the Keepers to create their own community outside these walls. Traelle approaches a shop, enters, and speaks to the clerk. Traelle asks to sell off equipment to the attendant, and begins to pull item after item from the Bag of Holding.

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T18:14:08-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Day 2


    The sun shines bright today, but the winds on the continent still howl, an ever present reminder of the evils that lurk in the world and that the Keepers were assembled in order to put a stop to. Because of the day’s conditions and the beauty of the southern road that leads toward Wyrmwood, the trot seems an acceptable pace at taking in the scenery. It takes about a two to three hour ride to the stables, but once inside the magnificent keep, the day suddenly seems to speed by as the busy men and women who work there do so at a much quicker pace than the small villages and holds outside the kingdom. Once the attendant takes the animals from The Keepers, he has Traelle sign off on the ledger as proof before giving them directions to the quickest route for The Coins. 

    It is a busy day today, several of the shops are booming with customers as new goods and harvests have been coming in from all parts of the world. The streets are filled with wagons, but there seems to be a caravan that stands above the rest, booming with goods as it rides through the streets toward one of the shops. It’s Drak’thal who sees it first… before pointing it out to the others, he reads the words on the side of the wagon… “Finest in the Lands…” Below that another set of words “Purveyors of Fine Goods from Kelvular, est 1378” (Ah yes, the near 50 week joke finally comes to fruition). Following the caravan the group stops at the shop and are greeted by a dashingly handsome human male named… (Fuck it I’m inserting a cannon thing from a show I like) Gilmore, Gilmore’s Glorious Goods. With a very effeminate tone to his voice he welcomes the group in. “Well well well, what do we have here, such an eclectic group of fine adventurers, the token elf, the fiery red headed warrior, a mysterious rogue, and who is this handsome little man? Hello there blue eye.” He grins in Drak’thal’s direction. “Welcome to Gilmore’s Glorious Goods, What can I do for you all today?”

     

  • efoley000

    efoley000

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T18:45:18-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [Day 1]

    Drak’Thal heads up to his new room after the King departs. Walking in he heads towards the bed and lays down for a few minutes taking in the lavishness of the room. I wish the paladin could share this with me. He thinks as he buries himself in the large bed. He unpack my things into the dressers and trunks nearby and head out for a walk around the manor. 

    Walking into the common area he sees Rinn walking out of Alatar’s room where Traelle now sleeps. “Rinn. A nice house we have acquired eh?”. She responds in agreement then asks him if he is going to join on the journey back to the city to visit the markets and return the horses. “Aye, there is much I need to sell. I will see you in the morn,” he responds. After she clears the room he walks over to Traelle’s room and knocks on the door. “I wish to speak with you paladin.” …….

    After speaking with Traelle he heads towards the kitchen to look for a much needed Ale. He then heads back up to his room and stands in front of the window. An interesting object. I wonder what it can show me. Perhaps I should give it a try. He places his hand on the window and says “Show me my daughter and wife.” ………..


    [Day 2]

    Drak’Thal wakes up, dresses, and heads down to the kitchen to grab an quick ale and bit to eat. He heads out to the entrance and sees Traelle walking down the stairs. “Will you be joining Rinn and me to Wyrmwood?” She asks. “Aye, I have things I would like you to sell for me,” he replies. They head out to the stables and meet with Rinn and Alatar who are waiting for us. Drak’Thal walks over to the donkey and attempts to mount it and finds that it is much easier than mounting his warhorse. He did not need assistance getting atop it. He looks around at the others and notices that he is about the same height as the other horses heads. Why couldn’t the king have left a proper horse. He thinks to himself as they depart the manor.

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T21:09:03-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [DAY 2, Gilmore’s store]
    Rinn steps forward and asks, “What kinds of items do you have? Would you happen to have any studded leather armor? Mine did not survive our last trip abroad. I also have a couple of items to sell if you are interested.” She pulls the gold bracelets and plain silver ring from her pack to show the salesman, “like these?”

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T21:17:11-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [Day 2, Gilmore’s Glorious Goods, GGG]

    Looking toward Rinn, Gilmore flashes such a dashing smile. Gilmore is described as a very handsome man, with long, thick, black hair that he usually ties back into a ponytail. Recently, you can tell, he has decided to grow out a goatee, which he keeps well-braided. He wears what one could describe as “a wizard’s tracksuit”, with gold-trimmed purple robes that open up at the chest, and various golden necklaces and medallions.

    Gilmore.jpg

    “My dear sweet summer child, we here at Gilmore sell all things, all things glorious. Of course we have studded leather, we have magic items, potions, adventuring gear, everything your hearts could desire. But please, let’s at least begin with some pleasantries shall we? You are all adventurers no? You there…” He grins at Drak’thal. “Regal me with a story of previous conquest, then… then we will discuss business yes?” He then places his elbows on the edge of the counter that divides him between you all and places his folded hands beneath his chin, cupping his own face as he awaits intently on Drak’thal.

     

  • Alatar210

    Alatar210

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T21:26:20-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [Day 2] 

    I awaken from my trance before anyone else and prepare for the day. After dressing, I walk down to the kitchen, eat, drink a little morning ale, and wait for Taranath. When (I suppose if) he appears, I inform him that we will be heading to Wyrmwood soon to sell goods and procure supplies. I then ask him how much money he thinks we should save to pay for any additional staff and upgrades to the Keep in the next tenday. 
     

    A little while later, Rinn walks down the stairs and begins to wait near the entrance. I hail her and we walk out to the stables to assemble the horses and wait for our companions. Some time later Traelle and Drak’Thal exit the Keep and walk towards us. As the four of us we prepare to depart, Rinn asks me a question. I have to think for a minute about what Rinn means but then I realize and say “You still have those? Why didn’t we get rid of them on the ship? I don’t know why I held onto them for so long. Thanks for keeping them safe for me; it has been refreshing not to have their burden weighing me down. We can burn them tonight or tomorrow if you like.” As Rinn rides away, I ponder her strangely passive aggressive comment about my death before moving my horse next to hers and speaking: “It is reassuring to know that my resurrection did not ruin our friendship. When Drak’Thal first broached the possibility with me, I admit I was concerned about how a disciple of the Raven Queen might take it. I am, of course, grateful for your efforts; I certainly hope you and your Mistress had more to do with it than Drak’Thal and Talos.” 
     

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T21:42:44-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    (Must have been all three of the gods equally since i rolled a nat 20)

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T22:03:53-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [DAY 2, in response to Alatar on horseback]
    Rinn hears Alatar as he rides next to her, and waits to respond. She turns and smiles, “Of course the spinner of Fate would have more to do with it than a god of destruction. We can talk about this later as well. I think my fireplace will be just fine for what needs to be done.”

     

  • efoley000

    efoley000

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T23:32:33-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [Day 2]

    Walking into Gilmore’s a cleanly man with a mini beard calls us in. He addresses Drak’Thal directly. “Aye, my eye is blue. Would you like to see the other?” He continues on leaning forward asking Drak’Thal if he would “Regal me with a story…” Drak’Thal leans forward resting his arm on the table and begins to speak.

    “A story of conquest eh?” Drak’Thal looks around to the rest of the group and gives them a slight smile. “Would you like to hear of our travels to the West?” Drak’Thal continues without pausing. “Allllright. It all started when we visited this one tavern. We were in the town of Daggerford. Have you heard of the place? Its my home town. While we were having an Ale and counting our gold from winning within the fighting pits of the town, a man walks in. He looked pale and as though he was at his life’s end. He walked over to the most ‘eclectic and finest group of adventurers’ in the tavern. The very group you see before you.” Drak’Thal turns to look at the group behind him waving his hand from one end of the group, as they stand in a line, to the other. “He came to us and plead for assistance to aid him in saving his family, his town, and all the surrounding towns of the land. He told of us of a group of knights of no honor. Knights that were ravaging the surrounding areas. Taking their people and leaving them with nothing. Why us, you may ask? Why not have any other ordinary group of adventurers take care of these knights. Surely a small band of knights could be taken care of by any adventurers. But these were no ordinary knights. They were not only knights but they were shapeshifters and arcane casters. More powerful than any ordinary group would be capable of taking down. We accepted his quest and immediately headed out on our sea fairing vessel.”

    “A half tenday later and we were at the shores of this keep on a stormy afternoon as the sun was descending below the horizon. The knights greeted us with a weary welcome. Archers all along the walls trained their arrows upon us as we approached. Our monk was able to talk our way within the keep, however, portraying ourselves as historians seeking to log the keeps inner architecture and stonework.” He points over to the monk. “We were granted a council with their leaders. Our plan: to infiltrate the keep and break them from within. As we are escorted through the keep the archers kept us trained within their sights. There was no room for error anymore or we would all have surely been dead. We came upon two large doors that are opened for us as we entered. A large hall of stone lit by torches lining both the walls. A desk sat at the end of a long rug that lined the floor from the doors to the back of the room. A man with two guards stood at the end of the room waiting for us. ‘So you have come for us?’ Said the man in the center. ‘Aye’ I say. ‘Good’ he responds. The two guards on the sides slowly began to grow and morph into large snakes and their skin changed from a pale white to a silvery blue and transparent color. The doors behind us shut and one by one the flames of the torches flickered and dimmed until the whole room was dark.” 

    The doors and windows of the shop slam closed and the light within the room dims. “The storm raged outside and a bolt of lightning brightened the room up for a brief second. The five adventurers in front of the knights turned to three. A single laugh rang out in the hall. My laugh.” Drak’Thal laughs out loud ominously “All they could see before them after that was the flicker of a flame” Drak’Thal looks over to the Alatar with the arrows made of fire “a sword of radiant glow” he looks to Traelle “and the flash of lightning.” Drak’thal holds his hands forward and forcefully produces lightning that covers his arms for a brief second. “A flurry of fists, a slice of the dagger, a volley of arrows, a radiant streak, and a bolt of lightning was all it took. The hall, once again, briefly filled with light from the raging storm outside and Traelle, Þórunn, Alatar and I all see two puddles of shimmering water and this one” Drak’Thal points over to Rinn “with her dagger to the knight leaders throat. The torches begun to lighten up and fill the room with a faint glow once more.” The lights within the room brighten once again. “I approached the knight’s leader as he was being restrained by our ‘mysterious rogue’. I put my face close to his and said…” Drak’Thal leans forward to the shop keep beckoning him to come a little closer “‘would you like to know what lies beyond this patch?’” Drak’Thal smiles and lifts his eye patch to reveal a eye with, instead of an iris, whirling stars of blue and white. “And then.” SHING Rinn unsheathes a dagger from her side. “He was no more.”

    Drak’Thal pulls back and stands up straight. “The knights, without their leaders, were no match for us as we moved through the keep and removed them all. We headed home victorious, freeing the people of the surrounding lands and even with our pockets a little heavier than before.” Drak’Thal gives the shop keep a smile and awaits his response…..

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-21T23:50:41-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Gilmore listens intently to the story, it was brilliant, fascinating, filled with adventure, filled with triumph, filled with glory. There was pain, there was suffering, there was joy, there was battle, the only thing missing was some kind of love trope and it would have been a ten out of ten. Alas, it wasn’t still, Gilmore looks upon the group of adventurers, keeping his eyes fixed upon the dwarf. 

    The smile spreads over his plush lips, the corners rising and making the full apples of his cheeks rise. A lean back was then given and he brought both of his hands together, rubbing them for a moment before beginning a slow, methodical clap, one that starts off like a golf clap, the quintessential slow, but meaningful clap that raised its pace and filled the room with a thundering noise of a job well done. “Well done you beautiful little man, well done.” Gilmore’s eyes seem to twinkle as he seems swooned over, as he seems touched by the enthusiasm that the dwarf put into telling his story. “This, this is a group I wish to do business with! And you, you magnificent son of a bitch, you and I, we will have dinner one evening yes? A few ales for you to regale me with more story.” 

    Seemingly pleased, Gilmore stretches out his arms and does a bit of a spin. The store is quite large, one of the largest in The Coins to be honest, and it had numerous clerks that did work there for Gilmore as well. “Welcome fine adventurers to Gilmore’s Glorious Goods, I am Shaun Gilmore, but everyone calls me Gilmore. I’ve been in Wyrmwood but only two months and already have built quite the reputation here myself, I hail from Minarhia originally and thought to expand my stores out here. Now, I see the red lass here is from the Lord’s Alliance, and surely we do honor her discount, but perhaps I can do you all one better. Rather than dealing with transactions solely with this tall, and ravishing woman, perhaps I extend the same discount to all of you, especially this short, yet refreshing drink of water.” He then winks to Drak’Thal. “I only ask of a small favor, wherever you find yourselves, wear my symbol on your gear, tell people of Gilmore’s and hopefully ‘Finest in the Lands’ will be revealed for what they truly are. Generic trash.”

    He grins wider now. “What say you fine adventurers? Shall you take my offer, and if so, what can ol’ Gilmore do for you today hm? We sell anything and everything your heart may desire, and even things that your mind can simply fathom.” Another wink given to Drak’Thal, almost knowingly…

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T00:06:05-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Rinn holds back her laughter as she watches the exchange between Gilmore and Drakthal. “So among all your fine goods, how would these pieces do? How much could you offer me?” She holds out the gold bracelets and the silver ring for him to examine. “I would hope to put that amount of gold towards the purchase of new studded leather armor. It would be terrible to leave on our next adventure without it, and I trust that you must have the best here to be so successful in such a short time in Wyrmwood.”

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T00:11:16-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Looking at the items that Rinn possesses, he begins by checking them for any aura of magic, after finding none, he pulls out a small scale to measure their weight, and then, placing a jewelers eye loupe to his right eye, he begins to examine the items for tarnish and damage. After thoroughly inspecting the items, he sets them down. “Well, these are a bit thin in their material, as you can see their weight is rather light, what say 85 gold? However, I am unsure if I could possibly do business with someone I am not in dealings with, after all, I do have a reputation to represent yes?”

     

  • efoley000

    efoley000

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T00:13:20-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    “Good! Aye I think we will be taking up your offer. At least I will. So. What will you give me for this?” Drak’thal holds out his hand with a Silver Ruby Ring.

    “Also, What sorts of items do you have for a handsome dwarf like myself that could aid me in magical ways. Perhaps some armor or a ring. You have anything special?”

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T00:19:31-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Reaching out for the silver ruby ring, there is significant difference in its weight, and he notices this immediately. Similar to how he dealt with the items Rinn handed him, he checks first for any aura of magic, then their actual weight, and of course any damage. “These stone are impeccable, where did you find such a piece?” He places the ring closer to his eye for a moment before catching the glimmer of light that bounces along each stone. Finally setting the piece down he replies. “I’d happily purchase such a ring for 800.” 

    Now, a smile begins to dance upon his lips as Drak’thal seems to now be playing the game as it was always meant to be played… “Reaching out he gives a pinch to the dwarf’s cheek, you really are a precious thing aren’t you, yes, next time, your friends may deal with the help, but you and I, we will share stories on the balcony of the finest ale establishment… Tell me what exactly might you be looking for, the kind of armor, what properties are you looking for in such a ring, are you wanting something rare, or perhaps… legendary. Let me know, I will check my stocks.”

     

  • efoley000

    efoley000

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T00:25:41-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Drak’Thal chuckles a bit. “I do love ale. Perhaps you have something that is tailored specifically for a cleric. Maybe in exchange for that ring?”

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T00:39:11-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    “It’s true, he does love his ale, " Rinn snickers, “I would be happy to take that deal for the ring and bracelets, but I have some other things as well.” She points to Traelle, “This one has been carrying most of our things around for awhile. She has my 12 turquoise gemstones and a number of other things. A Potion of Diminution, some scrolls, and quite a lot of rope.”

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T00:39:16-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Smirking a bit at the dwarf, he removes a few ivory figurines. There are several animals, but he does point toward the Ivory Goats in particular. “I sell many things, you devil, what is your name anyway?” He then waits for the reply before continuing on. “These Ivory goat statuettes are always created in sets of three, each of them look unique no, but they function quite differently, I have sold them separately in the past. For example, this is the goat of traveling.” He holds it up. “It will become a large goat equal to any riding horse, and can be used for a total of 24 hours, spread among as many charges as you see fit. Once it runs out of these charges, it will revert to a figurine and 7 days later, it will become usable once more.” He sets it down. “This is the goat of Travail, It too can be used as a giant goat, for up to 3 hours, but will need a recharge of 30 days.” Finally, he removes the last goat. “The goat of terror becomes a giant goat for up to three hours as well, now, the goat does not attack your enemies but you can remove its horns as weapons, one a powerful lance (1 Lance) the other a magnificent longsword (2 longsword), Additionally the goat will radiate a terror as you ride it, anything that comes toward you will have to be rather brave if it is willing to make contact (must have a dc 15 wisdom save) Its recharge is every 15 days… There you are Drak’Thal, an example for you of how unique my items are.”

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T01:14:54-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Once again Gilmore examines the gemstones, but doesn’t seem too impressed with their quality, still wanting to make a good deal he points to the gems. “10 a piece, 120 for the lot?” As for the potion, I’d be interested, I sell these myself for 270, How about I give you 200 for it so I can make a profit? Anything else you’d like to consider parting with my dear?"

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T01:42:36-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Rinn nods, agreeing to the prices offered by Gilmore. “You are a fair man, sir. I’ll gladly part with the potion and gemstones for 320 (total offered).” They discuss the armor again and he offers his branded studded leather armor for 263 gold after his discount. Rinn is satisfied with the quality of the leatherwork, but slightly put off by the unicorn symbol emblazoned on the shoulder and right pectoral of the armor. It feels nice, but that symbol is so obnoxious. Goods and money are exchanged, so Rinn moves to the rear of the group. She eyes the exit and speaks to Traelle, “I’m done selling and would like to go over to the Raven Queen’s shrine for awhile. I will meet you at the bathhouse afterwards. I won’t be much longer than an hour.” She looks over to Gilmore and thanks him, heading out into the street towards the Raven Queen shrine. First time anyone has ever called me a summer child, what a funny man.

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T03:05:58-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Chuckling at Drak’Thal’s story and the quick connection he builds with Gilmore, Traelle watches as the pair feed on each other’s energy. Glad to hear that the shopkeeper will extend a discount to her friends, Traelle waits until Drak and Rinn have finished their transactions. Nodding at Rinn, Traelle says, “I will visit the Tyrran Shrine and meet you at the bathhouse.” She steps forward, and begins pulling out what is left in the Bag of Holding. A backpack, a thousand count of ball bearings, a pair of crowbars, the three gold masks, a mace, the potion of Dimunition, eight pitons, a tinderbox, and ninety feet of hempen rope. “It may just be equipment of adventurers, but we’re looking to unburden ourselves a bid.” The paladin looks across Gilmore’s wares and says, “My armor protects me, but it can be a bit of a burden. Do you carry anything that I can slink about in that doesn’t greatly compromise my safety? Or perhaps you carry steel that surpass this quality?” (Depending on Gilmore’s wares) Traelle settles her transactions with the boisterous man and makes her way to the shrine of Tyr.

     

  • Alatar210

    Alatar210

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T08:29:02-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Even I chuckle at Drak’Thal’s story and Gilmore’s response. I watch as Rinn and Drak’Thal conduct their transactions. When Rinn leaves, I walk outside with her to remind her to thank the Raven Queen for me and give her some gold to place in the shrine. Even though it is not much, hopefully the gesture will reassure her of my gratitude. I walk back into the shop as Traelle is attempting to sell our gear and smile when she asks for a quieter set of armor. When she leaves and while Drak’Thal is still considering his purchase, I approach the man selling goods from my homeland. 
     

    “Tell me,” I address Gilmore in all sincerity and with a large smile on my face, “How did you ever acquire such a fine sartorial sense? I am quite jealous for, as you see, my position as a ranger limits me to a quite narrow color palette and I miss the fabrics and color of the elves. I am, however, looking to upgrade my cloak, perhaps with one that could aid my efforts in the wilderness. It obviously could not be as splendidly colorful as what you are wearing but perhaps you have something a little less dour than black. In my lighter hours, I am also an avid writer and amateur bard so if you have anything that might be of interest in those fields, I would be happy to see it.” 
     

    After I and Drak’Thal settle our transactions, I leave the shop. As I do so, I address Drak’Thal, “Have you heard of any fighting pits in this city? I’ve been wanting to jump into one since you battled in Daggerford and, if there is one in this city, I would be honored to have you join me. I think that we have proven that we fight well alongside each other. At the very least, it might be a good way to make some additional coin that we could spend on magic goats or something.” 

    I then begin to make my way to the bathhouse where I hope to finally get the stench of death off of me. Along the way, I stop by a bookseller’s shop and ask if I can purchase two copies of the next book in the Ethereal Plane series.

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T10:04:30-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    Rinn keeps the gold from Alatar in her hand as she winds her way through the bustling street. She is unsure of how long she will stay to pray. Approaching the shrine, there are the same amount of desperate people clustered on prayer. Begging for life will do them no good if She has decided it is time. After awkwardly walking through a cluster of the afflicted, she places the gold in at the altar and sighs.

    She steps back and kneels. Prayers can be made anywhere, but I wanted to come directly to your shrine to apologize. I feel that I have failed you and so many others. The North should have gone much differently, we should have…I should have been able to retrieve the orb, perhaps kill the prophet Marlos. But there is more, I know that death is natural and will take us, as you will it. My companions and myself need the strength to stop the disaster that looms on the horizon. Taking part in bringing back a life has left me with mixed feelings. My Queen, I asked for his life to be returned if you so desired…if you had use of him. The moment his eyes opened, I knew that I must remind him that it is not luck to return from death. It is a gift. I am thankful for it.

    After a few minutes, Rinn rises and leaves. She looks back at the shrine then up at the sun. If Traelle is still in prayer at the Shrine of Tyr, I will have time…. And she disappears into the crowd.

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T12:56:00-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    After settling the transaction with the bewildered Gilmore, Traelle adds the gold to the Keepers group fund and tells him, “I would like those boots very much, but they are outside my means for now.”

    Traelle makes her way to the Shrine of Tyr. The streets are still bustling, but all she can see is the completed shrine. The construction still marvels her, stone shining in the sun. She enters and kneels before the Tyrran altar. As she prays, she reflects on her time in the North, and the discovery of Renwick in the monastery. She prays for the Lich’s safety, even if he is a powerful creature, and that he is successful in his research. As she prays, the glowing image is still seared into her mind; the aspect of Tyr, forcing the doorway open and obliterating the creatures within the mausoleum. Traelle prays a silent thanks to The Blind, for his presence, his protection, and his guiding hand in helping Alatar return from death. Traelle rises to leave for the bathhouse.

     

  • amanduhwood

    amanduhwood

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T13:13:20-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [Day 1]

    A keep for the Keepers. The Keepers Keep. It’s an unexpected and, frankly, undeserved reward for our failed mission at the Sacred Stone Monastery. Sure, we may have proven ourselves in the past but it seems like we have had more failures than successes. I feel lost. I am lost. Everyone sees it, everyone knows it. 

    The grandness of the room Kline has furnished for me makes me a little uncomfortable. At the Monastery of the Yellow Rose I may have had my own quarters but they were nothing compared to this. The stone walls were cold and damp; the space unsuitable for most as it was windowless and underground, within the Earthspurs itself; my room was unfurnished except for the bed where I lay my head and the small chest in which I kept my sparse belongings – most notably the hand of the goblin king. 

    I am washed over with warmth at the gesture. I can’t help but flush with shame as I feel most unworthy. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve their trust or their companionship, let alone a place in their home. Yes, their home and not mine. Home. I called the Yellow Rose home, and the wilderness, even the streets of Minnarhia were home to me once. But calling a place your home and feeling at home are separate matters. I became saddened at my own realization of this. 

    I think about the words spoken to me by my unexpected friend, Opie, and the Grandmaster who senses much trouble within me. And unable to suppress it, I think of my parents. Perhaps I have been so focused on revenging those I have lost that I have failed to see those around me. 

    As I look around the room, I approach the pottery wheel and I run my fingers over the smooth surface…I spot clay, tools, and brushes on a nearby shelf and kick the wheel as I turn towards the easel. The easel sits in front of a window that opens right out into the garden. It is beautiful. Clearly much consideration was given to the design of the keep. I move around the room to large shelves, and I take my time running my fingers over the spines of the books, many known to me and a surprising number unknown. My heart races at the thought of devouring all the knowledge within. I stop at a text I am familiar with, not because I have read it, but because of its status as a rarity among even the grandest of collections. With care, I quickly pull it from the shelf and plop down onto the sprawling bed – making note of how it could comfortably sleep two more – and settle in. I think I could definitely call this place home.

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T14:47:41-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    (^ Was very good, some stuff going, I’ll reply to everyone soonish)

     

  • amanduhwood

    amanduhwood

     <time datetime=“2017-02-22T14:54:15-08:00”>5 days ago</time>

    [Day 2]

    Having read into the witching hour, I awaken late in the morning to find the keep deserted except for Taranath. Inquiry reveals that the others took the horses back to Wyrmwood as requested by King Bronzehammer, and will be spending the day offloading their loot amongst their other errands. With that knowledge, I take a leisurely morning all to myself to explore the keep and the grounds. The emerald green fields are breathtaking and as I walk along the property I see in the distance the beginnings of a number of settlements. 

    In my journal, I jot down notes – what the keep currently produces: cheese, milk, eggs, beef, poultry, wool, and timber; and what, in time, it could produce: wheat and barley. I note that the garden, though aesthetically pleasing in its present form, could aid our commerce by the planting of year-round and seasonal produce like onions, tomatoes, delicate and wild cabbages, winter squashes, and root vegetables. Although preferential to blueberry wine, the barley crop would yield itself well to the production of ale – something I am most certain we would be just as likely to take losses from based on Drak’Thal’s consumption alone.

    Considering possible trades and production rates, using a model similar to that of the Yellow Rose and scaling for the Keepers’ needs, I draw up a mock proposal for the hiring of domestic workers. Taranath should oversee all hirings before final approval by the King. We’ll need to start with the basics, of course – a cook and housekeeper, each requiring their own staff of 1 or 2 persons. Regarding other areas the Keepers should expect to hire a groundskeeper, stable master, agricultural farmer, and a number of farmhands. 

    I seek out Taranath to go over my proposal and ask for input regarding the matter at hand. I specifically ask for recommendations regarding wages, and for a reasonable timeline in which we can expect the keep to be staffed and in production mode. 

    After talking with Taranath, I help myself to a hearty meal and wash up before unpacking some of my limited belongings – my journals, which I shelve; and the goblin king’s hand, which I place on display, not as a reminder for vengeance but as an unburdening, relinquishing for now my tenacious yet debilitating mission. I am home.

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-23T00:22:02-08:00”>4 days ago</time>

    [DAY 2: The Bathhouse]
    Rinn stumbles up to the Ivy Springs Bathhouse, glancing around for her friends. She leans against a barrel outside and heaves. Why do you keep doing this to me? She stands and wipes her face with her arm. She doesn’t see Traelle or the other yet, then considers just going inside. They should have no trouble finding me here….

    Inside, she removes her new armor and stacks her clothes on top of the pile. The closest bath is empty and the water is still until she slides in. She sinks below the water’s edge and wets her hair, scrubbing her face. The combination of sloshing water and whiskey makes her feel lightheaded. Her mind is too fuzzy to settle on anything, and so she tries to daze off. She watches the ripples as they spread across the face of the water.

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-23T16:09:58-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    From down the road, Traelle catches a glance of Rinn as she opens the door to the bathhouse. Traelle’s voice must not have reached her friend, since the rogue didn’t pause as she entered the building. Traelle strolls to the bathhouse, and enters.

    The paladin sees no sign of Rinn, and locates a clerk. Traelle asks if the bathhouse can treat the under armor cloth while she soaks with her friend. While waiting for a robe, Traelle asks where she can find her Shadar-Kai companion. The paladin carries her armor with her to the closest bath. 

    Upon opening the door, the familiar smells of the bath fill her nose. Traelle sets her armor near Rinn’s possessions and slips from the robe. As she climbs into the warm pool, the paladin sighs. “The water is perfect,” she says. Despite the soothing aromas of the bath, Traelle can smell a strong odor of alcohol. Perplexed, Traelle asks, “Rinn… Is everything alright? I thought you left the shop for the Raven Queen’s shrine?”

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-23T16:40:01-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    [DAY 2: Bathhouse continued]
    Rinn grimaces, “Oh I did. You could say that my prayers were answered.” She dunks her head again and turns to the paladin, “I’m frustrated with where we’re at….not the bathhouse, I like this bathhouse. You’re right the water is perfect.” She stops and steadies herself against the side of the pool, lowering her forehead to the edge to hide her face. “I wrote him a letter but I’m still afraid….before we left for Sacred Stone, things were great for all of us. Then we came back with nothing, and that house…the manor, it’s so wonderful.” Rinn rubs her face and sighs, “Eighty days….we took so long for nothing….” She can’t hold it in any longer, and tears stream down her face. Damn it.

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-23T17:46:37-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    “…What happened at the Shrine?” Traelle asks. The paladin has never seen her friend in such a state. “We all feel the disappointment that Kline sees in us right now. Rinn, we will fulfill our duty to him. As the King said, we were hand picked. We will make up for our failure.” The paladin stops, and lowers her head until the water is at the bridge of her nose. 

    She watches Rinn, looking for hope to return to the rogues face. Traelle stands and moves closer to Rinn. With a hand on Rinn’s shoulder, the paladin says, “The past months will not define us. We will make things right with the Bladeseeker. For now, we can focus on making good use of his gift. Surely, it’s what he would expect us to do.”

     

  • Alatar210

    Alatar210

     <time datetime=“2017-02-23T18:52:51-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    After leaving the bookseller, I make my way to the bathhouse, enter, and change into a robe. As I enter the main chamber, I see Traelle’s distinctive hair in the distance and make my way over to her. I, coincidentally, walk up soon after Rinn starts crying. As I begin to place my belongings on the side, I say “Rinn, I frequently have the same reaction when Traelle sits down next to me.” I nod to the Paladin to acknowledge the levity of the comment and climb in the water across from them. As Traelle desperately begins to respond to Rinn’s tears, I start nodding but then, the more the Paladin speaks, the more I turn my head towards her as my mouth slowly opens in stunned silence. By the time she finishes, it is open so much that the filthy bath water briefly rushes in. Instinctively, I turn my head and spit the water out on the wall behind me. “Traelle," I say, “I hope you know that I love you like a sister and that I would do anything for you, but, by Corellon, Paladins are fucking dense.” I turn my head again and begin to address Rinn. 

    “Rinn, I’m not as knowledgeable as most of my kin in what ails you but there is a reason bards love Corellon and the language of the elves; our longevity has made us a people of legendary love. Do you mind if I tell you something that happened on the night of the feast?” Without waiting for a reply I begin my story. “I’m a fucking idiot. When Nienor and I were first dancing, she complemented my azure robes and way they matched my eyes. She said it made the gold flecks in my eyes shrine as bright as any she had seen. Like a fool, I told her that I didn’t pick them out, that you had both selected and paid for them. Nienor was silent for a while after that. We danced but it was awkward. Then, suddenly, our dancing seemed to change and the rest of the evening when wonderfully. After the feast she told me why. You see, she was initially jealous of you but then she saw you and the Bladeseeker dancing. Now the dances of the Feast of the Moon are legendary; some of the greatest songs have been written about love at elven dances. But when she saw you two, it was clear just how much you loved each other. Kline is a good man. No matter what he says now, his anger will subside and he will return. I have full faith in it. Now, what did you drink that made you so drunk so quickly? I desperately need a bottle.”

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-23T19:27:34-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    Rinn tries to calm herself down as she listens to her friends. I shouldn’t have finished the whiskey. She thinks back to the Feast, remembering the small moments. It makes her feel worse, and she tries to push them away. She clears her throat, “Only time will tell now, and it seems to be moving so slowly.”

    “You looked very happy that night, Alatar. I trust that there is little for Nienor to be jealous of, a blind monk could see how you care for her.” She smiles at Traelle then looks back to Alatar, “This one is not dense, she just doesn’t understand the pain….Traelle, you’ve felt the loss of your family and your village. But this is different. You may find yourself here someday. And you’re right, we have to prove ourselves next time if we get the chance.”

    Rinn stares up at the arching ceiling over the bath, “But it is not that simple, I feel that I have disappointed my Queen as well. She watches me, she knows much.” She sighs again, “I had the opportunity to have some tea earlier, and you don’t turn an old woman down. She seemed to think that whiskey would be better than sugar….” She scoffs at the memory, “She had a heavy-handed pour….” Her words trail off as she dips below the water again.

    “We should leave the city before the sun sets, I’m sure Taranath has some kind of alcohol in the kitchen that we might drink….on second thought, you can drink it. I don’t think I need any more of that today. You’re welcome to sit out on the balcony and drink under the moon if you like.”

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-23T20:38:06-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    [Day 2 Gilmore’s, Addressing Alatar]

    Turning his attention to Rinn, Gilmore bows his head at the transaction, quite pleased with it, and even more so pleased at the fact that she is to dawn his new emblazoned gear. These others… well, they too will have gear refabricated to have the emblem of Gilmore as well. For now though, his eyes turn to face Alatar. 

    “Ah, a fellow Elf, of course it makes sense for you to find yourself in the presence of such adventurers, I mean, certainly who can pass up being at the side of this jovial, and passionate story teller, or the beauty of that Shadar-Kai or the presence of that fiery redhead? But you, you must add the wisdom to the group no? Clearly, a limited palette such as yours screams ‘I have only time for knowledge, not material life’ I respect that my brother. I understand your conundrum, and just to show you that I am a man who respects my customers, perhaps the richness of this hunter green cloak better suits you.” He presents a fine cloak… “Take it, there are no magical properties affixed to it, but I am willing to part with it on the hunch that you all will visit again when the coin is flowing. As for your interests in music, there are many legendary instruments I may be able to acquire, though if you do not have the proper training, I fear you cannot unleash their full potential. However, I am certain that some of the bows I carry and the arrows as well could be enough to entice you. Again, of course, when the coin is flowing. It seems that your companions have made it a little clear that the dungeon crawlings are a bit light these days yes?” He waits for Alatar’s response, and really, there is likely nothing there any of you can afford at the moment…


    [Day 2, The Keep-]

    After seeing off the rest of The Keepers, Taranath takes to his own chores through the day, it takes a lot of work to do what he does, keeping inventories of things, maintaining records on any of the new settlers that come to the lands and squat, providing sufficient estimates for new yields of product… Eventually though, as time passes, and he finishes with his works he is greeted by Þórunn.

    “Ah, it’s good to see you up and about, I seem to have missed you most of yesterday, how are you liking your new surroundings, I certainly hope that despite the material possessions found in your room, you find their value far greater in just the wealth, but what they are there to provide you with. It was the Wolf’s intent to fill your room not with possessions and material goods, but products of knowledge, art, and beauty.”


    After expressing his thoughts on Þórunn’s room, he takes the notes and proposals that Þórunn offers and looks them over, a smile passing over his lips as he gives a nod. “These are good ideas, I will certainly consider most of them, and I believe this is a wonderful start, it is good to see that you all have varying interests and can divide your strengths equally. I take it you enjoy the structure of things as I do over the chaos of the world.” He then thumps his ledger shut, its thick, organized and an OCD person’s dream. “I do love the idea of planning more annuals, I suggest maybe picking up the seeds and distributing them among the new settlers, they will find the idea of more yield in their harvest as an investment of their time surely, and are likely the best individuals to make such efforts. The garden is not quite suited for planting fruits and vegetables. The new workers, well, specialized work is going to be difficult to come by and rather expensive, however we can work out the details tomorrow when you are all here, I suppose it will be best to walk among your lands and see what is capable of being produced. I look forward to discussing this more with you. If you need anything else Þórunn, do not hesitate to ask.”


    [Day 2- Bookseller with Alatar]

    Unfortunately the writer of the series has yet to come across his idea of putting in a prequel to the first book, so what is available as the third book comes as it is published, The Voyage of the Dusk Treader. He does indeed have two copies of the book and offers them to Alatar for 40gold for the set.


    (When you guys decide to get to day 3, this is going to be skipped, it is assumed that you will head out to your lands, do your negotiations, talk about the house, we will do this in person. Day 4 needs to be prompted by me, so when you guys are done with day 2, just let me know, or at least if the majority of you are.)

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-23T23:39:01-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    At Alatar’s rebuke, the paladin returns her head to water, cheeks glowing redder than the water temperature would normally cause. She sits there, listening to the two speak. Traelle soaks in the tub for a few more minutes before awkwardly stating, “I forgot to sell some books to Gilmore. I’ll be making a quick stop by his shop before we leave for our…home.” Taking another moment to savor the warm water, the paladin slowly moves to the edge of the pool. She exits to bath, dons her robe, and carries her armor back out of the room. At the door, she turns to her comrades. “I will be only a short time. In an hour, I will be at the gate we arrived at; perhaps one of us will run into Drak’Thal before we depart.” 

    After getting fully dressed in her armor, Traelle heads to Gilmore’s. Ready for another confused look, she produces twenty books from the Bag of Holding and sets them on his counter. “What price will these fetch?” Traelle asks. The paladin adds the gold to the group fund, thanks Gilmore again for his services, and makes her way to the gate and waits for her friends.

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-23T23:47:26-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    Flipping through the pages of the books, he reads a few passages here and there before setting a sack of 400 gold down. “I suppose this should suffice? Do we have a Deal?”

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-23T23:52:07-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    The paladin nods. “Thank you again, Gilmore,” she says, “You will be sure to see us again, and hopefully soon.”

     

  • Alatar210

    Alatar210

     <time datetime=“2017-02-23T23:55:11-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    [Day 2-Bathhouse to Leaving Town] 
     

    Soon after Traelle sulks away, I climb out of the bath, put on my armor, collect my gear, and tell Rinn that I want to check on Nienor at the Harpers’ house before I leave so I shall meet them at the gate as soon as possible. Surprisingly, she informs me that she will accompany me. The two of us walk, mostly in silence, from the bathhouse to the Harpers’ house. Once there, I leave her outside and enter. 

    I greet the clerk and quickly apologize if my words came out poorly on my previous visit. If it is possible, I say, I would like at some point to discuss some issues with a Harper of a higher rank. I am confused on a proper course of action after the failure in the North. While there, I ask if Nienor has returned yet and leave directions to the Keep in case she comes back or I am otherwise needed by the organization. I then ask if they need anything else done in the area for I am likely to be near Wyrmwood for the next thirty days. 

    After my business with the Harpers is concluded, I leave the building and greet Rinn. Together we walk to the gate to meet Traelle and hopefully Drak’Thal.

     

  • Ventrue_

    Ventrue_

     <time datetime=“2017-02-24T00:10:04-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    [Day 2 End]

    Nienor has yet to return from her mission, they nod to Alatar and hope he enjoys his time off from his adventuring. When he and Rinn eventually reach the Keep’s North gate, they are greeted by both Traelle and Drakthal, ready to make the 4-5 hour trek, the group makes their way along The Southern Road, the road which leads from their Keep to Wyrmwood. They return at around 9 pm and due to the length of the walk, everyone knocks the f out, or meditates.

    [Day 3, negotiations and Taranath day to be done in person]

    [Day 4]
    In the morning there is a box left in front of everyone’s bedroom door, or in Alatar’s case, in the common room. The box is addressed from Gilmore, each individual of The Keepers have been given a new set of armor, identical to their own, except each one is emblazoned with the unicorn insignia, on the left pectoral, and the right shoulder, in Thoruun’s case, it is emblazoned on her left pectoral only since she uses no shoulder armor. The boxes have return addresses with a note. “Please send me back your shabby equipment from Finest in the Lands (Yuck)! Your steward will have them sent to me.” Drak’thal’s letter reads the same but follows with a “Until next we meet, I will keep the balcony reserved, you fine bastard.”

    After changing into your new gear to keep compliant with Gilmore’s deal, Taranath takes the boxes to return to Wyrmwood. Before taking leave from Rinn… “Rinn, a letter came for you this morning.” He hands her the letter, rolled up with care and sealed with a wax symbol no one in the party is familiar with. Taranath then walks back down the stairs and prepares the boxes.

     

  • efoley000

    efoley000

     <time datetime=“2017-02-24T00:38:06-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    Drak’thal looks over to Alatar as we leave the shop.

    “I do not know of any pits within the town but perhaps we could find one. And if not I’m sure we could make some fight ourselves for a little fun. Today may not be the best to go look for one however. Perhaps we will make another trip back in a tenday when the manor becomes a bore. Sitting in a house all day isn’t really my cup of ale. I won’t be meeting you all at the bath house I would like to go visit the ship and grab an ale on the way. I’ll meet you all on the way out of town at the North gate.” 

    Drak’thal leaves the shop in a hurry before Gilmore can say anything more to him.

    Walking up to the North gate his crew is waiting for him. He looks over to Traelle and remembers that he had something to say to her. “Oye, Traelle, I knocked on your door yesterday in the keep but there was no answer. I would like to speak with you about something. Perhaps we can talk when we get back to the Keep.” 
     

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-24T02:38:43-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    Traelle nods at Drak’Thal, “Aye, perhaps tomorrow. I’m sure we will all be tired once we return to the keep. We can set time aside tomorrow.”

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-24T08:41:45-08:00”>3 days ago</time>

    [DAY 4]
    She traces the shape off the seal on the scroll with her finger, hoping. Rinn goes back into her room, quietly closing the door. She settles onto the edge of the bed and breathes in sharply. She breaks the seal and her eyes travel over the parchment.

    Rinn stops halfway through the letter, realizing that she had been holding her breath. The memories flood back as they did at the bathhouse, and the room suddenly feels warmer. Fear is an impeccable enemy that I am not always ready to combat. It’s the truth.

    She devours the rest of words. …It pained me, it still pains me…. After a few minutes, she goes out on the balcony and rests her elbows on the banister. It’s a beautiful morning. She pushes her hair back, and returns inside to her pack. Holding the feather between her thumb and forefinger, it twirls slowly. The old woman’s words echo in her mind and she puts the feather away. She was right, he will come back…. Rinn descends the steps and looks to see what the others are up to.

     

  • amanduhwood

    amanduhwood

     <time datetime=“2017-02-24T16:01:30-08:00”>2 days ago</time>

    [Day 4]

    What in the name of St. Sollars is this? As I hold up the new robes, I can not only feel the difference in quality but see it — along with a unicorn insignia. If I had a choice I would refuse to be branded by this Gilmore, however I am keenly aware of the deal the Keepers struck with the man. The quality is undeniable but I would prefer to have purchased the robes rather than succumb to being his walking marque. However, I recognize it as a smart play and retreat back into my room to change. 

    Hmm. Soft. Lightweight. Strong. Okay, I could get used to this. The Finest in the Lands is notoriously reliable – that is to say, cheap and readily available – but these…oh, these are nice. Even when the Yellow Rose monks manage to dedicate the time needed to produce our own robes we always reserved the finest threads for the monastery’s tapestries. Peeved but nonetheless thankful, I quickly draft a thank you note to Gilmore and place it along with my ‘finest’ into the box. Feeling foolish with the unicorn insignia upon my chest I exit my bedroom and deliver the box to Taranath.

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-24T17:03:13-08:00”>2 days ago</time>

    [DAY 4, Common Room]
    When Rinn enters the Common Room, she finds Thorun handing over her box to Taranath. She notices how the monk looks over her new Gilmore gear. “I wasn’t too thrilled with the unicorn either, but Gilmore seems to be quite skilled in negotiations. We could use the discount. Are you liking your new quarters? I assume you enjoyed the solitude while we were all in the city.” Rinn thinks about her breakdown at the bathhouse and looks over to Taranath as he leaves with Thorun’s box. You missed out on nothing but tears. She smiles at the monk, “It’s so peaceful here.”

     

  • amanduhwood

    amanduhwood

     <time datetime=“2017-02-25T01:20:27-08:00”>2 days ago</time>

    [Day 4, Dining Room(?) – reply to Rinn]

    Addressed by the Shadar-kai, I turn to respond – “Yes, it’s quite a bold emblem. Perhaps our enemies will be distracted by it and you can let their blood flow before they begin to mock us.” I look down at the unicorn on my chest and let out a heavy sigh. “Sounds like I need to meet this Gilmore. Maybe I’d feel better about the whole thing if I had met him. I’m sorry to have missed you all going into the city.” I pause to look towards my bedroom and then out to the garden. “It is peaceful. It’s quite the adjustment from being at sea. I’ve never spent so much time on the water before. I’m not keen to go back. I like the earth under my feet…the untamed wilderness. The beauty of it all. Have you been out to the garden? It’s lovely. As is my room. There are books for me I haven’t yet read and I can’t wait to get my hands dirty crafting something on my wheel.” I think about what I could possibly make for Rinn – maybe a vase for fresh cut flowers or a nice bowl for potpourri. “Your Kline has been much too kind, especially as we returned empty handed. Have you heard from him?”

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-25T01:44:27-08:00”>2 days ago</time>

    [DAY 4—-reply to Thorun]
    Rinn replies, “No, I haven’t been out to the garden yet. I’ve been, well, I’ve been distracted by a number of things. But today I feel a little better.” She peers around the room, realizing how much time she has spent alone upstairs. With a small smile, she suggests meditating out in the sunlight of the garden.

    She thinks about the letter, trying to decide what to tell Thorun. “I sent him a letter a few days ago and just received a reply this morning. Much time has passed since we departed for the Northern continent, he expected our homecoming to be much different…. A few more days, and perhaps we’ll see him again. I don’t really know how long it might be. I can only hope that it is soon. Praying for patience only helps so much.”

     

  • amanduhwood

    amanduhwood

     <time datetime=“2017-02-25T02:02:34-08:00”>2 days ago</time>

    [Day 4 – reply to Rinn]

    I nod. “Yes, I think we all expected our homecoming to be much different. I’m glad you’ve heard from him. He just needs time. We had a lot of time at sea to come to terms with our failures.” As I say this, my thoughts once again go to the letter from Grandmaster. His disappointment in me and his reference to my inner darkness have troubled me much since we departed the Northern continent. I wonder if I’ll hear from him while here. “Will you accompany me outside to the garden? It’s a beautiful day and the fresh air always brings me comfort.” I offer a smile to Rinn and walk towards the garden as she falls in step beside me.*

    *permission granted from CF to move us outside

     

  • Alatar210

    Alatar210

     <time datetime=“2017-02-25T09:12:38-08:00”>2 days ago</time>

    [Day 4: Morning] 
     

    I stand in the common room that doubles as my bedchamber in my new armor. New life, new friends, new family, new home. I might as well have new armor as well—especially since it seems designed exclusively for me. I even smile at the unicorn emblazoned on the chest. I look at the longbow that has been with me for years with a little regret at all the changes—how long until you get replaced as well? I reluctantly hand over my armor to Taranath to box up and send back to Gilmore. Before, I do so however, I attach a note thanking the merchant again for his generosity and offering to purchase this particular set from him in the future—not to use because my new set is far superior but as a memento. Death has apparently made me a more sentimental elf. 
     

    Thorrun comes into the common room and I thank her again for her efforts to manage the Keep’s finances and production before turning to leave. As I walk away I sense a presence coming down the stairs. I turn, see Rinn, and nod. She looks far different even from yesterday and certainly from our awkward time together in Wyrmwood—happier, it seems, and more peaceful. I wonder if she has heard anything from Kline. 
     

    I turn around and walk outside to the stable and look for any tools. When I find some, I begin to do my part to maintain the Keep’s grounds and prepare for our future production. Hopefully, I think, the King will vet the new staff soon so we can have some assistance. Maybe, I think, we can find some way to craft a new room in or near the keep so I can have at least a small amount of privacy. As I work, I turn my head back to the house and see Rinn and Thorrun walk into the garden and begin to meditate together. I smile.

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-25T10:34:45-08:00”>2 days ago</time>

    [DAY 4]
    After meditating with Thorun, Rinn decides to walk the grounds. She gazes up at the ivy that creeps across the red brick, and to the windows reflecting a soft blue in the sunlight. When she comes around to the stables, she spots Alatar working on something. She expects that he can hear her approach but calls to him nonetheless, “It looks like you’ve resolved to put yourself to work since we’ve come here. I’m sure Taranath appreciates it.”

    A gentle breeze drift into the structure, rustling the hay and causing Drakthal’s warhorse to flick its ears back and forth. “I’m glad you’re putting the past behind you. With the letters gone, perhaps they won’t haunt you anymore. We each have something that lingers at the edges of our mind,” her words trail off.

    She walks over to the warhorse and places a hand on its mane. The beast’s big dark eyes look back at her curiously, and it nudges her with its head. Rinn giggles and scratches its ears. “Alatar, I wanted to apologize for my behavior in the city. I was already upset with our return to Wyrmwood going so badly, but then the shrine….I left the gold you handed me at Gilmore’s and prayed. By the time I arrived at the baths, the alcohol had pushed me into despair. I’m sorry if it was uncomfortable for you or Traelle.”

     

  • Alatar210

    Alatar210

     <time datetime=“2017-02-25T11:45:43-08:00”>2 days ago</time>

    “There is no need to apologize,” I say to Rinn. “We are all emotionally spent right now. While the alcohol I consumed has blurred my memory, I suspect that I likely cried as well when we burned my journal entries a few nights ago. If anyone should apologize it is me for placing their burden on you. You are right, it is good to not feel haunted by the past anymore but that is a burden I should have continued to bear myself. I will never be able to repay your kindness but, if you will accompany back to the common room, I have a small token of my appreciation to give you.” 
     

    Together, we walk back to the common room. As we enter, I look at the windows which I’ve heard can evoke images of the past. I shudder. I gesture at them and say to Rinn, “Do they tempt you as they do me? Somehow though, I think that it would be best if I stayed as far from them as possible—at least for now.” I go to my trunk and pull out two copies of “The Voyage of the Dusk Treader” and hand one to Rinn. “Thank you again,” I tell her. “Unless there is something else you would like to do, I plan on spending the rest of the day here in the Common Room reading. You are, of course, welcome to join me if you wish. Maybe Thorrun will bring one of her books as well.” I sit on the couch and start to read.

     

  • efoley000

    efoley000

     <time datetime=“2017-02-25T12:28:56-08:00”>2 days ago</time>

    [Day 4]

    Drak’Thal enters the common room to meet with the others. He opens his new armor and smiles. Then looks to the others as they also open their boxes of new armor. He sees boruun grimace slightly as she looks at the armor and chuckles a little inside. 

    Looking over to Alatar he says “Would you like to head to the city in a few days to find some fun?” Looking over to the rest of the group that is present he says, “Perhaps you all would join us if you get bored enough here.” 

    After conversing he looks around the room once more. “Where is Traelle I must speak with her.” He then walks over to he room and knocks on the door. Perhaps she will finally give me the time of day since there is nothing else going on. He waits patiently at the door for an answer.

     

  • Heff

    Heff

     <time datetime=“2017-02-25T13:06:08-08:00”>2 days ago</time>

    [Day 4 – Morning]
    (I’ll try to post more later)

    Traelle hears the knock at her door, and opens it. “Ah, Drak’Thal. You said you wanted to speak privately.” The paladin motions for the dwarf to enter and closes the door behind him.

     

  • Alatar210

    Alatar210

     <time datetime=“2017-02-25T15:05:01-08:00”>a day ago</time>

    Turning away from my book, I tell Drak’Thal, “god yes. Thank you for the suggestion. Can we go tomorrow? As soon as possible is really preferable. We can try to find some fighting pits, drink excessively, whatever. Now shhhhhhh: nerd(s) are reading to escape into an elaborate fantasy world in which the heroes are always victorious and real world problems don’t exist.” As Drak’Thal approaches Traelle’s room, I turn back to the book to read what happens when Eustace is turned into a dragon.

     

  • efoley000

    efoley000

     <time datetime=“2017-02-25T15:45:15-08:00”>a day ago</time>

    “Aye Traelle.” Drak’Thal heads into the room and sits down on her bed. “A nice bed you have here. Not as nice as mine ,though , it is quite comfortable. Come sit with me Traelle.” He looks up at her as she walks over. “You know, we have been together a while now and I just want you to know that I regard you all as part of my family. I have no other family left in the world. Alatar’s death really made me think of how fragile a life can be. It made me think of my past. How much I have lost over the years in my quest for revenge. I do not want that same thing to happen to you all. I can’t bare to lose another on my own conscience. I need to do everything within my power to keep you all alive. Especially you. Tyr is not the only thing within this world that can protect you.” 

    Drak’Thal reaches down to his hand and pulls off a ring from his finger. He stands up and looks at Traelle. “Take this. It should shield you from harm. Better you have it than I.” Drak’Thal reaches out to Traelle’s hand and places the ring on her finger.

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-25T21:01:15-08:00”>a day ago</time>

    {DAY 4 —-reply to Alatar in the Common Room]
    When Alatar makes mention of his aversion to the magical glass in their new home, she nods. “I understand why you might feel that way, but they could prove useful if used the right way. I am tempted by them, though right now….maybe today is not the day to see faces from the past. Some peace for now, if it lasts, would be best.”

    As he hands over the book, she smiles and flips the pages from front cover to back. “Your words are more than enough for me but this is great. I think I might read for awhile too.” She sits across the room from the elf, shifting onto her stomach to lay down and start the book. After a few pages, she looks over to Alatar, “Wait, Susanna isn’t in this one? That’s a nice change, I don’t care for her much.” She falls into the story for awhile before Drakthal and Alatar’s exchange pulls her back. The fighting pits? That did not go too well last time.

    After reading a few chapters, her mind wanders away and she decides to go upstairs to put her new book away. Rinn puts it on the table beside her pack, tucking the edge of the page she left off. The sun comes in the room through the window, casting a bright spot across the floor. She glances over at it and up to the window. Anything, I could see all of it…. She steps closer and raises her palm to touch the surface, but hesitates. Am I ready to see? Her fingers curl back into a fist, and drops to her side. “Not yet, not alone.”

     

  • amanduhwood

    amanduhwood

     <time datetime=“2017-02-26T09:53:51-08:00”>17 hours ago</time>

    [Day 4 – cont.]

    After Rinn and I finish meditating in the garden I pick up a bucket from the stables and make my way to a spot that I noticed on my walk of the grounds the other day. I find exactly what I’m looking for and dig up some clay and throw it into the bucket. I head back into the keep and give the pottery wheel a spin. Keen to craft I change into my common clothes, don the apron next to my station, and get to work. As I sit down at the wheel I wonder what to make and decide I will make Rinn that vase. I prep my station, plop a good chunk of clay down on the wheel and throw on some water as I start to spin the wheel. The clay beneath my hands is smooth and I let the excess water run through my fingers as I begin to shape the clay to my liking. I settle into a rhythm of adding water and spinning, using my tools to add a simple yet decorative pattern. It’s been a long while since I was able to use my hands like this, to relax my mind, and to lose myself in the process of it all. I can’t remember the last time I used my hands to create rather than to destroy. 

    After spinning, I sit with my creation for a long while adding finishing touches and a little flair. Not bad. Rather pleased with myself, I get up and wipe my hands onto the apron before exiting my bedroom. Finding the fireplace outside my room unsuitable I make my way into the kitchens to the furnace and poke it, adding more wood and only leaving after it begins to grow in intensity and heat. I return to gently place my creation out of direct flames but close enough so that the clay will begin to dry without cracking. I will have to check on it and the fire throughout the rest of the day. Since I’m in the kitchen I grab some fresh fruit and cheese, there’s some bread that’s halfway stale but I don’t mind, and throw it onto a plate before heading back towards my room. 

    After cleaning up my work station and freeing myself from the clay ridden clothes, I wash up and grab a book. I’ve been enjoying the gardens so much. As I head out the door, I think of where the others might be and with my plate of fruit and cheese atop my book I take the stairs two at a time up to the second floor. Ah. I see Alatar and Rinn reading and as the elf looks up, I nod to him and join them placing the plate within reach of all. I smile. This is nice.

     

  • cbeachner0

    cbeachner0

     <time datetime=“2017-02-26T13:30:00-08:00”>13 hours ago</time>

    [DAY 4 – continued]
    Rinn removes her armor in the room to get more comfortable. Her stomach growls, and she remembers the fruit on Thorun’s plate downstairs. Upon entering the common room again, she doesn’t see the monk yet the plate remains somewhat full. Alatar still has his nose in his book, softly turning a page every so often. Looks like he’s quite a bit ahead of me. 

    Rinn grabs some of the fruit and notices the bread has been eaten, so she goes into the kitchen to check for more. She finds a couple pieces and takes a one for herself. 

    Returning to the room, she nudges Thorun. “So I still have that bottle of wine, I think it’s in Traelle’s bag. But I was thinking about opening it later if you would like to have some too.” She pauses, “I was also thinking about looking into one of the glasses….Have you thought of using them yourself?”

     

  • amanduhwood

    amanduhwood

     <time datetime=“2017-02-26T14:13:45-08:00”>12 hours ago</time>

    [Day 4 – reply to Rinn]

    Even as Rinn nudges me I don’t look up but murmur in acknowledgement that I am listening, the text is insatiable. Bottle of wine? Slightly confused and then extremely hopeful, I look up and respond, “Blueberry wine? Yes, absolutely, I would love to drink with you.” I can already taste it. “The windows? No. I don’t think I will. I can no longer dwell in the past. I’d rather forget than remember.”

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