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Duraz steps up to the patron talking about the drunk merchant Muridnay and says Hello there, friend. Tell me more of this rat-face thing? I love these stories!
The cleric notices the woman talking to the inn worker and takes her for someone who came for the festival. He hopes she won't be any trouble. He means to talk to her after getting information about the rat people to be certain.
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Duraz thanks the merchant and buys him a drink.
He turns to the group and asks Say, what do you say we check out this farm?, while looking for a response from his provocation by the newcomer.
The merchant turns to Duraz. "Thanks sir" He gets up and walks over to a group of merchants at a side table.
Kathe takes her belongings to her room despite the loud conversation about a rat-faced individual, dismissing it as idiomatic for some untrustworthy individual. She gathers her notepad and leaves the room soon after intending on checking on the winged creature to satisfy the mild curiosity and the growing mental list of what the creature could be.
"There was another conjurer out this way..." she mutters aloud, hearing about another in the area and then proceeding to think on the hypotehtical situation of running into them. She did like meeting others like herself who enjoyed poking holes in the fabric of the plains and calling for aide.
Duraz thanks the merchant and buys him a drink.
He turns to the group and asks Say, what do you say we check out this farm?, while looking for a response from his provocation by the newcomer.
"I suppose we should. Where is this farm in relation to Vlan's temple? No, its a tomb, not a temple."
Singol calls to the halfling lad to order some more raisin bread and cheese. "Got a busy morning brewing. Say, do you have any apple butter?"
"So, this giant winged creature. I wonder if I could ride it."
"Ay, I suppose we should check it out. Though hopefully it will go better than yesterday, right lads?" Anyways, I'm feeling up for it" with that, Mirianna downs the remainder of her drink and tips the barkeep.
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Duraz finishes his breakfast and says with a half full mouth Very well, Singol, we stop by the market to appreciate the winged creature before heading out to the farm, how does that sound?
He nods after Mirianna comments the misfortunes of the day before. After a few minutes in his room to put on his armor, he shows up fully geared at the tavern door to wait for everyone to get ready.
Duraz finishes his breakfast and says with a half full mouth Very well, Singol, we stop by the market to appreciate the winged creature before heading out to the farm, how does that sound?
He nods after Mirianna comments the misfortunes of the day before. After a few minutes in his room to put on his armor, he shows up fully geared at the tavern door to wait for everyone to get ready.
Thank you, Duraz. Singol bows to the cleric.
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A medium sized fellow in a cloak walks into the tavern, longbow slung around his shoulder, and eyes the room...seeing a group conversing, he warily approaches their table.
He bows before pulling back the hood of his cloak to reveal long wavy brown hair and a face with sharp Elven features. ”Excuse the intrusion...but I heard a rumor that a party matching your description recently had an excursion at some nearby ruins and encountered the undead. Pray tell me, is this so?”
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Duraz looks at the newcomer, impressed that an elf would so boldly reveal his nature in a town of xenophobes. He double checks that no one was particularly bothered by this.
Tell me, warrior, do you travel with the other elves who are looking for help with their tomb? If so, we've agreed to help them already. he says, somewhat bothered by the sudden interruption.
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Duraz relaxes some after the introduction. I am Duraz, cleric of the Stormlord, he says with a curtly bow. Some adventurers and I went investigate some vermin that had been spotted somewhere close to here. An apparition of some sort attacked us, but was scared away at the sight of the Stormlord's power, the cleric says with some glee.
Even though undead are not our primary concern right now, we did promise a group of elves to go look for a tomb of their ancestors. I cannot promise you to find undead, but they usually linger in tombs. You are welcome to join in this expedition if you want. He looks to the group and asks isn't he, folks?
Duraz did, however, leave out the part of the ghostly horse they had seen in the town cemetery.
Mirianna nods at Haldyr, "Well, another elf is welcome, even if you are a wood elf. I am called Mirianna, a dancer. I am glad to have another companion in this area. Things have gone, less than well to date."
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Jon sits quietly with the group up until meeting the elf; And the talk of even more glorious adventures, including a winged magical creature as likely the next adventure.
It sounded interesting, fun even. But after barely surviving recently with the grimlocks in the caves, and still rather new to this group his heart didn't feel in it just yet. Even so, fighting for the one lady's honor in a duel still sounded like something he'd have enjoyed doing. But this set of recent adventures didn't feel like his calling... Not yet. Not with other obligations to be met.
"I must apologize." he says suddenly addressing the group and standing up. "While we haven't known eachother long, and have fought against rats, undead and blind monstrosities in the caves, I am not sure i can stay with you for the remainder of your journey now that we are safely here. So i think i shall disembark by myself."
John gives a sigh, maybe of relief, something off his shoulders, a nagging that had been with him since they were fighting in the caves. He'd tried to be a shield, and multiple party members had still fallen. He also had almost fallen, save for divine magic that had healed and beating a hasty retreat with their unconscious comrades.
Reaching down he undoes from his belt the magic +1 sword they'd gotten earlier putting it on the table, sheathed as it was. "It would feel wrong if i kept this" under his breath he adds as nice a blade as it is. "Perhaps when my own issues are resolved and i am better prepared, I might join up again."
Jon stands, giving a slight bow to the group he'd been with shortly overall, placing a few coins also down to pay for his drink and meal before heading out.
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Jon nods in acknowledgement to Duraz, placing his hand on Duraz's shoulder in return. "And i wish you well too, miracle worker. I will give one important piece of advice before i leave........"
The pause lasts several seconds, before he gives it. "... Don't die ..."
He gives one last look among the other party members.
To Mirianna "I wish i could have seen you dance more..."
Alurad, Thilla and Singol he wasn't sure what else to say. Each with their own unique skills. He gives each a firm handshake before he is off.
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Duraz listens to Haldyr's proposal silently. You speak true. And this group was formed in a very..., he struggles to find the correct word. After saying a few words in orcish, he completes in the merchant's tongue sudden way.
I do not object, he completes, looking at the rest of the group wondering if someone would object.
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A crowd has gathered in the market square not far from the inn.
Kids dart amongst the crowd for a better view.
A side show barker stands in center aside a covered wagon.
"Step right up, see the fantastic
hippogriff! It’s a magnificent, magical winged beast the
likes of which you’ll never forget!
Just one copper
stone for an exciting glimpse that will last a lifetime."
A small crowd of about eight people begins to mill
around the cart and fumble through their coin pouches
to find their payment. Just then, there is a terrible
screech from inside the cart and a popping sound.
Before you know it, a flying beast emerges, with broken
chains on its limbs and an angry scowl.
The party is up
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Duraz looks at the scene and, after the first scare is by, he smiles. The creature that breaks its chains is one blessed by the Stormlord. Knowing the simplicity of the folk, he realizes they will panic, probably hurting themselves. He looked around trying to see if someone was about to be in immediate danger.
Earlier to Jon. Singol shakes his hand. Good luck, Jon. Stay alive.
To Haldyr. Well met, Haldyr. I am Singol. I am new here myself.
Singol looks around at the group.
Down three, up one from yesterday. We can do this, right?
Ooh! A hippogrift! Whatever that is.
Singol quickly pulls out a copper piece. Followed quickly by Oh *#$%@!
His action is to put the copper piece back, and pull out his short sword. Singol is trying to keep one eye on the hippogriff and one eye on the party.
"Ehy, do any of you have skill with beasts?" Mirianna asked, gently unsheathing her masterwork rapier, "we'd be better to calm the beast than slay it, if we could."
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Haldyr nods to the halfling, hiding a frown, wondering if that's the dude's name or his marital status. "Haldyr, at your service."
Looking at the task at hand, Haldyr shrugs. "I have little skill with animals...but I have a rope...I could try to lasso it till the trainers can reach it and calm them down...unless someone has a better idea..."
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Haldyr nods to Duraz and, with rope ready, he'll mix in with the crowd and market trying to hide his approach to the creature, moving silently as he goes...
...and when he gets in range, he tries to toss the lasso over the creature's head and hold tight for life...
If successful, he'll holler out, "Could use a little help here!"
Singol sighs in relief as the hippogriff is restrained. Great job, Duraz and Haldyr!
Watching the hippogriff being re-caged clouds Singol's relief.
Tis a small cage for such a huge bird-thing. 3000 gold, no chance of that.
"Aye, I've not seen that much gold in one place, much less in my pocket!"
"That was rather impressive the way you handled that creature," Kathe says as she approaches the elf and human that helped secure the beast, but her eyes take in the basiran and halfling at the same time. "I assume you are part of a group together? Might I ask of you if there's another conjurer from one of the twelve circles here? I heard word of one, but... well..."
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Haldyr bows to the lady. ”Thank you, m’Lady...thought I might be a bit rusty with the rope, but I guess it worked out. Wouldn’t have been able to hold him without my friend here...
“I’ve only just joined this troupe, so I’m afraid one of the others might best answer your query. Oh, and excuse my manners...Haldyr, at your service...”