Nishalerau Al'Blen |
Nish, about to take another swig of ale, stops and puts it down, muttering "Spoilsports." He then looks at Keon and asks "So Keon, what brings you a fine Chelaxian gentleman like yourself out here to join our merry band of adventureres?"
Kalgrin |
Kalgrin enjoys what mutton he can collect and uses minimal amounts of ale to wash it down. A bit awkward, but he keeps two loves literally in hand. In one he holds his food and in the other, he cups a handful of pebbles. It somehow makes him more at ease and closer to Torag.
A lover of food, he fights urges against it, yet offers the following to the group:
"Probably best that we not leave any scraps behind. If you think it best to not stuff yourself, or find the food not to your liking, I think I will be able to find a way to be helpful for clearing the plates."
He takes to his food again but keeps a watchful eye for what food might be most likely to remain. As he looks about, he also keeps his eyes open for anything that might be about in the shadows. With his sight in the dark a bit better than the others, he takes it upon himself to keep unofficial watch. Not that others aren't, but he feels his birth leaves him better suited.
Nishalerau Al'Blen |
Nish replies "So you are here for just the sake of vengeance? Such an empty life that is. Still that does keep one occupied, during periods of boredom..
Appearing to lose interest, he stretches out on the floor trying to catch a quick night sleep before the morning arrives.
DM Thas |
You guys set your watch and those not on watch drift off to sleep. The hours tick by and the watch changes, till again the morning sun rises to greet you if only briefly before the clouds block out its warming rays. Strangely during the entire night nothing happens. By the time it is time to set out again the rain has begun again and looks to get worse as the day progresses. You suspect you will be able to make it at least half your normal pace today, which should get you near an inn about late afternoon. One marked on your map as the Weary Horse Inn.
Nishalerau Al'Blen |
Nish awakes with the dawn as is his custom, enjoyng the suns rays before seeing them disappearing into the clouds. Seeing his other companions busy with other tasks and ignoring him as usual, decides to get to know Highsaddle a little bit better. Unfortunately, this pony seems not to enjoy the company as much as he would like. Plus no animals to talk to, this is really turning into a boring trip.
He takes out the Wayfinder, gifted to him by a Pathfinder member for saving the other man's life. He doesn't really use it much, plus he noticed it tended to lose its accuracy this far north. Still it reminds him of happier times, when he traveled with the Pathfinder for a while...
Keon |
Keon loads his gear onto his mount as soon after a quick breakfast. He sees Nish examining a Wayfinder and approaches him, still holding the reins of his horse.
"I did not know that you were a Pathfinder, Nish." he says. "How did you come to join our group if you are member of that society?"
Nishalerau Al'Blen |
Nish replies to Keon "Oh this, no this was gifted to me by another Pathfinder when he retired a number of years ago"
You can tell he is not very comfortable talking about this
Kratos |
Kratos nods "peaceful yes, but something sets not right with me." he says as rain drips off his hood. Kratos had stayed alive this long because he was a survivor and that very instinct that kept him alive was screaming in the pit of his stomach that something was very wrong. His hand shifts toward his weapons "Not right with me at all"
Ibram |
Ibram held his opinions to himself, but a trace of disappointment seemed to wash over his weathered features at daybreak. Nudging his horse lightly to keep up with the group, he scans the horizon passively, as far as he could through the blasted rain.
The rain. It has been years since he'd experienced a decent rainshower, and years since he had rainwater inside his armor. A truly unpleasant sensation, he will have to oil his armor joints once the rain stops, else the blasted thing will start squeaking.
Keon |
Nish replies to Keon "Oh this, no this was gifted to me by another Pathfinder when he retired a number of years ago"
You can tell he is not very comfortable talking about this
"Oh, well, a very generous gift. You are fortunate."
Keon turns away and checks the gear on his mount. He doesn't want to embarrass the sorcerer any more than he already has. I wonder what the real story is...