The haste of this mission wore itself openly on the face of young Willoughby. Hearing in a buzz what seemed to him to be a very organized foray against the forces of chaos in the very depths of the earth, and that happening sooner rather than later, caught the young man in his breast so fully that he was frequently ducking his chin to his chest in quick, silent, yet fervent prayer. Ushered off to have lunch in the Barons own great hall was clearly not what he expected.
Upon entry, seeing the reasonably lavish appointments, Will had as of yet knew no one here. But he did have faith that the will of the Holy Four would guide him. He knew by now he would learn who his companions were, and also, the specifics of this call to adventure during this luncheon. Quite shyly, proferring much quaint small town good manners as he passed towards the table, he took his seat. The color of his cheek and the quiet of his manner spoke loudly of his apprehension of large, important groups, and the rangy young man in the light blue acolyte's vestment sat down with hands folded in his lap. Good mail clinked underneath it, and he set his stout helm at his feet.
At the earliest opening of the murmur of excited chatter, he did his best to introduce himself.
"Greetings, and the grace of the Holy Four fall upon you all. I am a humble servant, Willoughby Kendlewood, and I am at our good Baron's service. As well as at all of yours." Saying this taxed the boy, and his head ducked down lest his exasperations show more cleanly to those gathered.
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Post by scottenkainen on Jun 28, 2014 18:41:21 GMT -6
Derosh Mol stood and bowed at the table. "I met you all outside at the gate, but failed to introduce myself. In case an introduction is needed, I am Derosh Mol, adventurer and magician. Have you heard of my exploits...?"
"Greetings, I am Frederick Roundstone," speaks an impressive young Hobbit, veteran of the Baron's campaign. Though he stands barely three feet high, he is decked out in heavy armor and carries a formidable battle-axe slung across his back. (It's really no more than a hand axe, but don't burst his bubble.) "I am glad to meet you! We are in desperate need of reinforcements... so many lost..." His voice trails off and a tear wells up in his eye.
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Post by scottenkainen on Jun 29, 2014 20:59:00 GMT -6
"There there..." Derosh could not resist coming around the table and patting Frederick on the shoulder, for even with heavy armor and armed, he looked so much like a young boy. "This is a happy occasion!" Derosh said cheerily. "Those who died in the first raid on the mines will be avenged, on that you have my word. Here, have a drink of wine."
Frederick startles as Derosh comes around the table; the oddly-dressed stranger towers over him! "Eek, another Wizard!" he pips in Hobbit-language before remembering his manners. The halfling stands and raises his cup. In the common tongue he proclaims:
"Wine. Yes, wine and courage for our adventure!"
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Post by dtspurrier on Jun 30, 2014 11:04:13 GMT -6
Professor Byrne walks in and sees the two men speaking with the halfling. He says, " I see Frederick these are the two men coming with us for the scouting mission part. " Speaking to the holy man and the man dressed in robes, "Greetings my name is Professor Ganon Byrne, a magic-user, former apprentice of the wizard Crimlon the red. It is a pleasure to meet both of you. Derosh where did you complete your training?" Professor Ganon Byrne is a human male, slightly taller then average, average build with black hair and green eyes with a well kept beard and mustache. He is dressed in Crimson robes and carries a quarterstaff.
Post by scottenkainen on Jun 30, 2014 11:33:56 GMT -6
"Ah, Crimlon the Red! I know him well!" Derosh Mal said, coming over to clasp hands politely with Ganon. "You have learned well if you learned from him."
"Forgive me," Derosh said to Frederick, "I almost missed our toast in my enthusiasm to meet a fellow master of the mystic arts." Derosh grabbed a nearby cup at the table where he standing instead of where he had been sitting. "To wine and courage for our adventure!" he toasted before drinking.
Post by dtspurrier on Jun 30, 2014 11:45:33 GMT -6
Professor Ganon Byrne says, "I have indeed learned a lot Derosh from Crimlon the Red." Professor Ganon Byrne walks over to the table and grabs a cup of wine. He says, "indeed to wine, courage, and hopefully the soldiers will find the bodies of the knights and Skirvir so we can properly bury them."
Will stood from the table, brushing a hand over light blue clerical robes to tame errant creases. His young face wore a mixture of admiration and contentment at watching the more experienced adventurers greeting each other; breaking the sincere frown that Frederick's short tale of companions lost brought about him. "I should think the Holy Four will guide us in avenging your former allies, good Frederick." He bowed deeply before the Hobbit, and stood to address the group. "And I'll do my part inside their will to ensure that our efforts bring forth good fruit." He sipped at his cup; It was clear that fermented drink was reasonably new to the boy. "Fruit not unlike this," he added with a curt smile to the friends before him. "Should any of the recovered champions require burial services, I would be honored to preside over them. Do any of you know when we are to leave? I should like to purchase a suitable hammer meant to throw in battle before we do, unless we are needful of expedience."
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Post by scottenkainen on Jun 30, 2014 22:32:42 GMT -6
"I believe expedience is a factor," Derosh said to Will. "We might have to all lose your company shortly, unless we come with on this errand to acquire a hammer from the baron's stores. Before you go on such an errand, I would ask you -- has your church promised any service to the baron on this mission, besides loaning us your presence? Some augury of our future success? The promise of bodily injuries undone upon our return?"
"Truth be told, Derosh, adventurer and magician," Young Will would cradle his chin in his hand in thought before speaking on, "My cloister is not near this place. My own faith isn't a large presence in these lands, save for the outskirts and smaller communities. I could only guess as well as you regarding any further assistance from them." He looked almost to frown for a moment, and then relented on this; face brightening. "But nothing stays me from asking such. Perhaps, upon our successful return, I could inquire for these services on our behalf, should we find ourselves nearer a church of the Holy Four? As regards the hammer purchase, it is no big affair to me if it would cost us time spent unwisely for a small purchase. Unless any others here need to acquire useful goods?" Willoughby then turned a questioning look upon the gathered group of adventurers.
Professor Ganon Byrne thinks about the cleric's question and says, "since we are going into another mine complex and not with the army's assault we need to make sure we have enough supplies. We need to make sure we have enough rope, torches, lamp oil, iron spikes, and of course pitons. The kobold leader and his minions should be dealt with by the army. If some try to escape or there are more then we saw in our other delve, and we can handle defeating them, we should."
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 1, 2014 8:31:59 GMT -6
"It was my understanding that we were going deeper into the same mine complex, not to a different one," Derosh said. "I expect we will be escorted to the correct locale regardless, so perhaps the distinction is unimportant. I am fine with leaving with the equipment I have packed now, but if you feel you need more of these items, then we should try to accommodate you. I could even speak to whoever is in charge and make sure we will be given enough time.
"Before I do...this Skirvir you mentioned, I noticed the missing knights were all lumped together, but this Skirvir warranted name recognition. Who is he, that he was so important?"
Professor Ganon Byrne replies, "I stand corrected it was the same complex. As far as Skirvir,I met Skirvir and Frederick in the mine. My previous mission was to take two knights and meet up with Frederick, Skirvir and two more knights. Their mission was to investigate the mine and if someone was in charge of the mine to speak on behalf of the baron as to why the taxes were not paid and why shipments have stopped. Skirvir, a dwarven warrior, was a brave warrior and friend to Frederick. He was killed by falling stalactites which were in fact alive, a curious but deadly creature. The loss has been hard on Frederick but getting his body back so it can be buried is something me and Frederick agreed to do if we can. The four knights also valiantly fell down a ravine when the bridge gave way. Due to the river below they were swept away and it is possible, although unlikely, they could be alive. "
"Ah... So am I to assume these mines have fallen to ill-minded miscreants? Should that be so, I would also desire a return of a companions remains for proper interment in lawful lands. And to clear it for proper work and revenues for this land! As to the equipment, a throwing hammer or two were the only items I had a question of myself. Other than that, my own gear I believe to be sufficient, at least I hope so, as I have never done a venture such as this before." Young Willoughby nuzzled a boot at the rather stuffed backpack under the table, near his chair, illustrating his preparedness. "But if others had a need I wouldn't object. I do appreciate all of you fielding my questions."
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 1, 2014 19:06:39 GMT -6
"Not a problem, Will," Derosh said. "You'll be more prepared from taking advantage of our experience. Now, if you'll excuse me, let me find someone to ask about how soon we are expected to leave..." Derosh said with a slight bow to the other three, before turning to leave.
"Let's stop on the way out of town and restock our supplies," agrees Frederick. "We got nervous on our last delve because we were running low on torches. Lantern and oil are a good idea, too! We 'borrowed' some climbing gear from the kobolds, but it is of poor quality; I would rather trust my life to pitons made by an human blacksmith! We lost our Knights because we were not prepared against a fall; from now on, we should rope together when we are crossing ravines or exploring dangerous terrain. We also need to make sure each person carries a light source and small survival kit in case we are separated."
Remembering his earlier visit to the stables, Frederick continues, "My mule Pebbles can carry our gear to the mine. Skirvir had a mule named Kath. I think she would like to come with us and keep Pebbles company. Maybe we will find enough treasure for TWO mules!" The hobbit looks somber for a moment. "Or maybe she will carry home her master's bones."
"Well, fellows, perhaps we'll have some time to make a purchase or two while Derosh seeks our timetable. I've got a length of rope, and some torches and I believe two flasks of oil currently. Unfortunately, a hammer suitable for throwing in battle will nearly deplete my funds. I could only give one lonely gold piece outside of that towards group needs." A frown soured Will's face at that statement. "I think the idea of roping together is a good one, by the way. I suppose I could use a small sack for rations and some needful items, a 'survival pack' as it were, and store the rest of my pack's items on one of the mules? There are a dozen well-made spikes in there, along with a hammer for them, but I'm afraid I've no pitons," the young acolyte added.
Frederick is happy to contribute from his own pocket to round out the party's survival needs. If he passes a toy store, the child-sized hobbit will walk right in and buy everyone a whistle, so we can communicate over long distances if we get separated in the mines. Pebbles will carry extra food, water, lantern oil, rope, empty sacks, etc.
Professor Ganon Byrne replies to Derosh, "we have a list of supplies. (see OOC chat). Please look at it and see if we need anything else. Are we going with the main army and then splitting off from them or we going on our own?"
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 3, 2014 11:42:37 GMT -6
"Yes, yes...this all looks like the sort of equipment I used to use on my early adventures," Derosh said. "My understanding is that we will have escorts as far as the mines, but will be on our own as soon as we reach the lower levels."
Professor Byrne takes a couple of daggers from the quartermaster. He inspects the blades and after takinng them says, "excellent Derosh, I figured as such. Since we have one warrior, a cleric and two magic-users, we will need to discuss tactics. If we get attacked by monsters, we should make sure we handle them at a distance or if we get attacked by groups we should try to limit the amount of attacks that come near us in melee."
"For my own part," Young Willoughby pipes in, "I am limited in my capacity to engage at range, and would probably need to carry my Mail hauberk in my pack for the stealth as well. However, I could offer to move in the rearward rank in a single file line, and assist with close-up melee work when necessary, if sturdy Sir Frederick would agree to maintain the front."
At this, the acolyte Will bows lightly before the more experienced adventurer. "...With You, good professor, and magician, working in the center?" He rubbed his chin a bit.
"If we must alter our file line to two abreast, I fear a bit to have those not trained in armor covering the rearward ranks alone. And I mean no disrespect to either of you fair practitioners of the Aetherial mysteries." He bowed lightly now to Derlosh and Byrne.
"But I am also hesitant at having, say, Frederick and the Professor up front, with myself and Derlosh in the rear. It's a bit of a conundrum, unless," He fingers a bit into his coin pouch, and frowns a bit,
"We were able to find some means to hire a duo or three of the militia-trained mercenaries to accompany us, perhaps with a polearm and a shorter weapon as backup to watch the rear? It would assist us in our tactical needs, perhaps... But what are the thoughts from the rest of you? I know we run a bit short of time."
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Professor Ganon Byrne thinks what Willoughby says, " the added soldiers would help us. Since we are a scouting mission maybe two or three maximum. We can ask the Baron if he can spare us a few men. I would hate to use mercenaries from the town, as we don't have time to really properly interview them. "
"Don't underestimate the power of a well-timed dagger thrust!" encourages Frederick. "Even you, Professor, can hold your own against a kobold or three if you keep your wits about you. Here's a tip, my pappy always said 'advice is worth what you pay for it,' a lot of people get all twirly with their daggers, like this." Frederick kicks back from the table and quick-draws his dagger. Actually, it is just a human-sized hunting knife, but for the little hobbit, it is a proper-size bowie. Like all halflings, Frederick spends hours in the kitchen, and his skills with razor-sharp blades are barbershop impressive. Soon he has cleared a small circle of astonished onlookers in the great hall.
Suddenly he sheathes the dagger and looks the magic users in the eye. "But that's NOT how you want to do it! Watch: Draw the dagger carefully--it's sharp!--and hold it out from you to hold distance from your opponent. When he comes forward, wait for your opening, and poke him in the middle! Anything will die if you stab it in the center enough times." He pokes the air with his trusty dagger a few times at various heights, demonstrating simple but effective high, medium, and low thrusts. When he's done, he sheathes the blade again and smiles at his new friends.
Frederick looks around the hall to see if his display has attracted the attention of any mercenary-types.
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