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06-28-2008, 06:01 PM
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Looking over to the singer with a deep sigh Well that probably sounds different to a bard but my ears cant pick up the subtle differences Olmé looks to get a room with a couple beds to save some coin Might as well head off to bed, I think it best if we stay together, I think we can trust men of the cloth, don't you Hruda? |
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#62
06-29-2008, 01:00 AM
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"Aye, miss. I woul'nt intrude on yer privacy like that. The Dwarf Father holds us to a higher standard, ye see." Yrael puffs up his chest pridefully, and then relaxes, enjoying the music. The music soothed his nerves, despite the occasional stinging dissonance. Ah, 'tis a nice change from our old hymns... praise be to ye, Moradin.
__________________Clasping his hands together he recounts the events of the day. It had begun with the everyday prayers and tending to the wounded, but Moradin had foreplanned an odd twist to his day. The appearance of this group... the rumors of the drow. As he meditates, Yrael can't help but sense Moradin's divine plan... the Dwarf Father had a task planned ahead of him, though Yrael knew not what. A jarring chord intrudes upon Yrael's hearing, jarring him back to alertness. Ah, my mind wanders... I shouldst concentrate 'fore I fall sleep. I have much to think on... Yrael calls out to his companions, "If ye all be retiring for the moment, I shall follow in about an hour." Pausing for a moment, he continues, "I must spend some time alone in thought for the moment..." Even if this music be pleasing... it jars my concentration. Far too much when one must think. With that, he bids his companions good night and takes leave of the Red Badger, shutting the door softly behind as he exits into the night. Father, be all praise to ye. Ye burn away the dross from me, 'til I be as 'fined silver... Last edited by mcl01; 06-29-2008 at 01:01 AM. |
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#63
06-29-2008, 02:21 PM
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Hruda was not quite sure what Olmé was talking about - something about cloth and men; she did not quite like where it was headed - but the mention of bed is enough to get her to follow the woman to a room for some much-needed rest.
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#66
07-09-2008, 04:04 AM
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The party rest well, and even though it turns out that some of the "men of the cloth" are less "of the cloth" than first thought, the night passes without incident. Rising early, the party are fed, dressed and ready to catch this elusive dwarf as most of those around them start to open stores and hawk their wares. |
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#67
07-09-2008, 05:00 AM
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Snyders rises and stretches as to be expected after a long night of restful slumber. He dons his clothing, armor, and weaponry, and then waits for the rest to do likewise, not seeing fit to add to the conversation as he does so.
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#68
07-09-2008, 11:18 AM
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Well that sure was a nice bit of rest for a change! Olmé says to no one in particular. Taking particular care to get her armor on and well adjusted she also makes sure that Hruda is up and about Did that cleric ever come back? Ah well, I am sure we will bump into him somewhere!
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#69
07-10-2008, 01:24 AM
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Yrael mumbles rapidly and inaudibly upon hearing the rustling of sheets from behind the closed door.
__________________As the others wake, Yrael quietly finishes his morning prayers. He had been up since even before the first rays of light had trickled through the dusty glass of the windows. Opening his shut lids, he surveys the hall with his intelligent and piercing gaze. He feels clearheaded and awake, full of thought and brimming with newfound energy. Thank you, Father. Standing, he slowly creaks open the nearby door, peering into the room. "I see ye be awake now, eh? Ye all be ready to depart soon?" |
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#70
07-10-2008, 12:59 PM
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After trancing, Hruda simply waited for the others to wake up. She found it curious that any creature could possibly need so much rest.
__________________Packed and ready, the elf eagerly awaits for the party to get moving. (I was writing some post about Hruda wanting to stay in bed for another couple hours, when I remembered that elves don't even really sleep, and they only need four hours of trance... there goes writing for nothing...) |
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#74
07-14-2008, 05:49 AM
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The party slowly builds up momentum, and soon enough, they are all on their way with assorted foodstuffs (of preference). Eating on the move isn't as neat or dainty as some are used to, but it gets the job done, and they are able to make good time. Before too long, they make their way to where their information said the dwarf would be, and are all very pleased when Yrael points to a cart, and lets them know that that belongs to the fellow they seek. It seems mostly packed, as if he were planning to leave very soon.
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#75
07-16-2008, 09:19 AM
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Yrael approaches the cart and extends a thick arm. "Blessings be to ye, Dorund. Glad to see ye 'gain 'fore ye head off." Grasping the other's forearm, Yrael shakes vigorously. With his other hand, he claps heavily upon the other dwarf's shoulder. Much broader and thickset than Yrael, Dorund would seem almost intimidating if not for the finery of his clothing. His gray eyes peer inquisitively at the strangers while he returns Yrael's greeting in kind.
__________________"These ones 'ere'd like to ask ye some questions... about yer company and that drow ye mentioned." Standing aside, Yrael introduces his friend to the group. "All, this be Dorund Gildhammer, a fine family friend o' mine. He travels between the homelands and the coast, peddling his family wares. I'll let y'all introduce yerselves." |
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