"Best let it lay then. I agree, we should head back."
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"Acid you say, could it be natural? I did not find any such objects during my search. I do not believe there is more to find in this room and as such I suggest we move on."
Finally having regained some sort of control over his stomach Amarandlon, now notable paler, walks down to the others at the pool. "What have you found?" he asks. Then he notices what Aaron is doing an continues: "Do you have any idea what that is?"
As soon as the slide is opened Amarandlons guts start turning, the stench hits him like a sucker punch in the gut and he steps backwards, now pale and fighting not to throw up. "By the green of Loth'Gola was is that horrible stench" Amarandlon forces out between two gulps of stomic acid.
Amarandlon walks over to the door and inspects it. After examine it, he slides the slide open.
Following closely behind Aaron as he descends into the room Amarandlon still has his blade in his hands, but with the sword lowered he looks around in the room illuminated by Aaron's sunrod. "Aside from the door there does not seem to be anything of interest." he says.
"Companion Aaron and companion Jackson, I am not certain I understood where Aaron and I are supposed to go?" Amarandlon says while looking at the two.
"Your animal companion is most useful" Amarandlon says to Aaron and continues: "I am prepared to continue if you are ready." Why are they both talking about light, oh of cause you have better vision. Amarandlon thinks to himself.
With profound joy filling his heart over his small victory Amarandlon move towards the rest of the party anticipating to be able to help them soon.
Infuriated with himself over his lack of skill Amarandlon strikes against the kobold again should Rumble not have dispatched it. If Rumble did kill the kobold Amarandlon will take two move action ending close to Jackson. If needed
Scolding himself, What would grandfather have thought if he saw you know? He would have been ashamed that your thoughts are dancing around unbound in this moment of need. Amarandlon's thought aren't focused and the blade goes high above the kobold's head. The little creature is grinning at him and spitting out something vile in a language he doesn't understand. ,
No unimportant thought, no focus at the present as you were thought, beware of your surroundings and let your blade become part of yourself. the voice of his grandfather's patient voice for the endless hours of training echoes in his head. "I am right behind you Aaron." Amarandlon says as he follows his companion down the stairs. As they see the door he looks at Aaron and adds: "Companion, I am ready"
Yet another opportunity to test if brother was wrong and my skills are void, this one is for you brother Amarandlon thinks before heading Aarons warning and following he into the room. He whispers to Aaron: "Lets see dear companion if we can not find the unfortunately dragonkin.". Amarandlon glances around the room illuminated only by his companions sunrod.
Looking quite sceptical at Jackson wondering if he understands what he just said Amarandlon replies: "That is surdently an option and I do believe it is one the greenskins will never guess." "Thank you creature" Amarandlon says to Rumble and continues: "How much light is there at our path?"He follows behind Aaron still with his sword drawn.
"We might walk into an ambush if we enter the goblin hold through their door and it could prove dangerous for you to circumvent them. However I don't see another option if we want to enter with the exception of everyone climbing down the rope. Jackson, I have been meaning to ask, what are we seeking here at this location?"
"Little greenskins" Amarandlon says through his teeth. Following behind Ax with his sword drawn he adds: "I do hope the animals have the decency to die."
"Thank you Jar'Kel, a most agreeable advice." Amarandlon answers as he barely avoids the hails while stepping under the thick crown of an ancient oak. As the three stands looking at the gully Amarandlon walks up besides them and says: "A most ordinary place when you look at it. What do we expect to find here? Would there be a potential for trouble here?"
I only have speed 20 ft. and can contribute +5 to survival.
"The suggested route is most agreeable to me and your suggestions are all wise. I will provide help with the wilderness should our guide require it." Amarandlon says.
Looking at the map where Jar'kel shows his suggestion Amarandlon nod thoughtfully and comments: "A wise suggestion, Jar'Kel, might I suggest exploring the hills closer to the forest afterwards." Then remarks to himself: "By Calistria I miss the old oaks of Loth'Gola"
Amarandlon leaves the group: "At daybreak we will meet fellow companions." He walk around the streets of Fallsvale looking for what he might need for the journey. Having found some food he returns to the inn and packs his bag for tomorrow. He walks to the edge of Fallsvale, where he meets Jar'Kel, not a word is spoken just a nod exchanged, he then look to the west. After having meditated he begins preparations, sharpening his blade making sure everything is packed and having his last warm meal for a while. As the others appear in the common room of the inn he greets them: "Good morning fellow companions, shall we walk west once everyone has eaten?"
"To my knowledge none has talked with the innkeeper. As to supplies, I am not sure off the climate where our journey may take us?" Aarandlon answers. He walks to Jar'Kel and Aaron in turn and shakes their hands: "Welcome to this journey fellow companions." He turns to Axcayacatl: "Would it be reasonable to set out tomorrow after a most nutritious breakfast?"
"Mr. Fox, could the man whom Axcayacatl is talking to be a potential fourth companion on our journey?"
"A correct observation honoured Axcayacatl, I would be delited to participate in such an endeavour. I am Amarandlon." He bows in Jackson's direction and awkward extents his hand towards Axcayacatl and adds: "Would we not be needing a fourth companion?"
As Axcayacatl leave a male elf walks past him towards the owner. The elf is a couple of inches short of 6 ft and thin clad in olive coloured cloth and wearing a scale mail. His black hair hangs freely ending two inches below his shoulders. His pale skin is in contrast to his blue eyes. In common with an elvish accent he asks the owner: "Proprietor, is this the establishment, where I might find an expedition set for the eternal horizons? |