Other than settling up with the stable-keeper and making sure he carries a full week of rations, Frederick won't do any shopping, on the theory he'll need the coin in Warrenburg. He is basically ready to go whenever. While he is walking on civilized roads, Frederick prefers to wear comfortable woolen clothes and let the mule carry his plate armor. He travels barefoot as usual.
Last Edit: Jan 6, 2015 11:43:03 GMT -6 by mushgnome
((I think we're just waiting to see, then, if Ganon and Coast would rather go back and check out the "safer" levels of the mines without us until we get back.))
"Am I to understand that our good Professor Ganon and our faithful friend Coast wish to enter the caves separately? I might caution against this. I believe that our own Pelham speaks with wisdom when he states we should all engage on dangerous adventures together. I mean no offense to anyone's capabilities, however, and don't pretend to be anyone's leader. I'm just voicing a real concern!" says Willoughby worriedly... Perhaps the youth is missing something... This last time with taking care of friends whom suffered curses might have stressed him out some!
"I do hope that a week and a half, estimated, isn't too long for us to take so as to get some arguably important things done to prepare for future adventures, fellows... I really do hope we all go forth to Warrenburg. We can learn about what resources are available to establish a future magical research room, and perhaps even find some old manor or farmhouse to purchase or lease to hold that room (and that we don't need to stay in Inns constantly)... We can again produce a list of goods needed to keep us adventuring and acquire them, and we can fill our ranks with mercenaries or gain fellows to assist us on our travels as needed. In my belief, all of these things are good." Strangely, the young adept seems rather talkative, right now.
"I might suggest we take a single day here, for anything that any of our number requires immediately, and then be off on foot to Warrenburg the following day as a group in the interest of safe travel (to say nothing of good companionship). Or, if no-one of us needs any immediate thing, we can all be off in the morning together on foot. What say you all?" queries Will.
((Note: If it's currently morning right now, Will is going to replace the above with leaving right away.))
Last Edit: Jan 6, 2015 11:41:34 GMT -6 by Merctime
"As would I!" says Willoughby to Coast. "I'm very glad we all wish to travel together. Now, it seems, the only thing to do is determine when we are to leave? Does anyone have any further business here at this keep?" asks the young adept to the group. "Or do we prepare to leave right away?"
You set off back along the hard-stamped snow-covered trail to Warrenberg, leading your two mules. The weather is clear and bright and exceedingly frosty, crackling your nose as you breathe in. You know that at the end of the day there is a nice hostel waiting
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Frederick, enthusiastic to be on a road trip instead of cooped up in the mines, marches at the head of the column. All bundled up in his woolen vest, cap and scarf, the chipper Hobbit doesn't seem to mind the cold at all (even walking barefoot in the snow). In his hand he holds his sword, a utilitarian blade in the style of a Roman gladius or spatha, parrying and thrusting at invisible enemies. Little clouds of exhaled breath punctuate the air each time Frederick slashes through a curtain of dead grass at the side of the road or decapitates a dried-up sunflower pretending it is a kobold. His magic hand-axe Chopper hangs at his belt, in case there is any real trouble.
"Guys, I think we all did a really good job back there in the Mines. We had a few close calls and came out on top. But we are not going to be fighting dumb worms and rats forever. Let's use this trip to Warrenburg to make ourselves a stronger party so we can face tougher challenges. Come on, Pebbles, stop flirting with Kath and pick up the pace. There is a nice hostel waiting for us at the end of the day. Skirvir and I shared a friendly meal there with the brothers Tristram and Tramtrist. It is sad to think I will never see any of them again in this lifetime."
Last Edit: Jan 8, 2015 8:59:58 GMT -6 by mushgnome
Coast wears some extra leathers underneath his armor to keep warm, especially his hands. He is a sound soldier, marching on at a steady pace but as a heavy footman, still slower than most of the party.
"It is indeed sorrowful when you think of lost companions, Master Hobbit. However, you encourage me with your enthusiasm and the way you place your whole heart into the moment. Come, let us look to the future. Let us think of all those who are waiting to share a drink with us either tomorrow or in the coming weeks. Endless possibilities and personalities, such as no treasure hoard ever knew."
Post by scottenkainen on Jan 8, 2015 9:13:15 GMT -6
Derosh Mol had begun their walk concerned that Ganon was still afflicted from the mines, given his strange talk of a caravan persisting. But, after an hour, his teeth were chattering and Frederick and Coast's cheerful talk barely registered on him.
"I've been away f-from a fireplace t-too long! S-should have b-bought warmer clothes lik-ke the rest of you. M-may not make it through the n-night if we don't r-reach hostel..."