"Yes, my friends seems we can not escape that damnable mountain" Navorn says walking with the others thinking he should really get a horse
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stealthy wagon
As Navorn does not have a mount he'll stick with Sondergang and follow the dwarfs lead for a bit.
" As Borondon said we came by wagon. Borondon spent most his time "guarding" the ale if I recall" he says winking at the dwarf. "We could see if there are extra horses about or try and be useful another way"
"I am not sure my friend. We might be able to catch up or follow them."
Perception
Nevorn keeps his weapons out and follows Daris as she tracks the orcs
Navron holds his ground and keeps belting out pose infused with magic bolstering his allies. He brings his shield up and waits for the orcs to close or his friends to run out of arrows.
Navorn stands his ground, he lifts his voice in strong pose "Dread Offspring of Chelish birth,
The very sound of his voice, brings with it a bit of the primal magic of creation bolstering those nearby
Navorn will try to sneak closer to grease as ;large a group as he can, heading toward the orcs, while ducking behind barrels and clutter if he can
Stealth
Navorn adjusts his leather cap, grips his sword and raises his shield 'Ah surrounded by orc again and outnumbered. Sounds like old time. Lead on my friends" He says with a roguish smile
Navorn nods at Borondon's words 'I am behind you friend, I am not much an archer, but fight well enough. Shall we see what fun is to be had at the gates?' He says as he starts off toward the gates with the dwarf
Garbing his yarting Navron calls "Meet ya where the trouble lays!" He says before running from the hall, he takes the steps in 2's and 3's and makes a mad dash across the town to the Inn, nearly colliding with crowds and almost bull rushing the Inn door, he stops for little till he reaches his room. Signing as he ops buttons off in haste to undress, he dons his armor, straps on his sword and shield, tucking his two potions into his belt pouch, he heads toward the gates.
With a sour expression on his face Navorn says "Sigh a siege, I found myself under dressed for such an occasion." Looking around at the others "Shall we get properly dressed and see who has come uninvited?"
Navron seeing the threat and armed only with his dagger calls upon his arcane powers to slicken the floor around the undead foe, hoping to slow him down and give the others more time to act and the guests more time to flee
Keeping his hand near his dagger , thank gods it was stylish he thinks. He looks to Sondergang, a bit enviously at his weapons " There is a necromantic poison called death maggots that has this effect. It also has a tendency to bring it's victims back from the dead, in a very unliving manner" He says looking at the dead baron with worry
Looking to Corvus and regretting not bring a weapon besides his dagger he says" Get the others. I hope some of you came armed because if I am right, we'll be dealing with a very undead baron ,very, very soon" Raising his voice to a shout he calls 'Away from the baron! away now! The witchry is not yet done! Every one is in danger!" Trying diplomacy to see if they will listen
"OK not poison then" Know arcana
Untrained heal check Shugging his shoulders he whispers "I have no ideal. If his singing was good I would know, if he is alive" he shrugs again " Your guess is as good as mine, Hince the yelling for the healer"
The first thing Navron does is put down his wine. The second thing he does is rush over to the Baron to see if he can help "We could really use a healer here!" He yells
Knowledge skill
yarting Navron takes the stage, and strums his Yarting," here is a lovely song I composed for this most lovely occasion, to the happy couple" He says as he lifts his vorice with the melody of his yarting singing
Navorn is delighted to find a suitable clothier and commissions fitting attire in the latest fashion for the occasion, he picks a rich burgundy fabric, then makes his way toward the jeweler, there he picks some tasteful, if eye catching accents for his new cloths Spoiler: Courter outfit and the jewelry to match 80 gp
Navorn awakes about the crack of noon, His eyes adjusting to the brightening room, which is in a disarray of clothing, tankards and overturned furniture. Reaching over one of his sleeping companions, he drains the last of his wine from the tankard, and promptly misses the table putting it back. Cursing the sunlight, as only someone who had to good a time can he makes his way out of the bed. "Up, me lovelys" He says as he reaches for clothing "Burning accursed daylight we are, and I sadly have things to attend" He says caressing every inviting bottem. Soon he is out into the town, grimacing at the sun "What one, does for his art He mutters as he makes his way toward the clothier And the jeweler GM
Spoiler: He will be trying to have clothing made, if there is time. courtiers outfit, and trying to fine jewelry that matches. If he can not let me know I'll go with plan B
Navorn continues on Drinking, singing and wenching till the wee hours of the morning
"Merzhan my friend tonight I am not drunk. Now last night I was drunk, and very, very entertained By the two lovely lady's over yon way. Life is only worth living if you enjoy it my friend. And I intend to enjoy it as much as I can' He says with a devilish grin "Besides one can not sing of life's experiences if one has never truly lived,you know I so do like to sing'
Navron grins as Corvus moves away as he takes a seat.Then arches his eyebrow and nods to the far corner "That lass being eying ya all night, my stout friend. Being friendly with the townfolks or may-hap she just likes em short and breaded?" He says with a laugh. Drinking from his wine cup as he settles down Navorn turns toward Merzhan , seeing his protective stance he again grins and with a small chuckle says "So my friend what have you been into. Have not seen you in a few days. I hope you have found the town as entertaining as I have'
Navorn, sets about playing off crystals song and in turn leading into yet another, allowing her to lead at times and try to keep up at others. After a time he lifts his voice in song, sings of long lost loves and a battle with an evil long since slain After he makes his way to the able, catching the serving lass as he cross the room and orders both wine and a hearty meal as he makes his way toward the table. He only stops to whisper something to a woman, who blushes as he laughs then makes his way toward the table 'what do we have here my friends?' He says with a clear voice and a grin on his face "Borondon, you been letting them paws you call hands wonder a little to much ah? He says arching his eyebrows and bowing toward the new comers "Navron of silvertree at your service' He says with a smile "I think we are in dire need of a bigger table.'
Navorn intends to spend a few days in style. He rents the best room, eats good meals and finds a good bottle of wine, and someone to share it with. Then he intends to find a shop, with a nice journal, some writing inks , some cold weather clothing and see what he can find in way of spell scrolls in this town Spoiler: Ok inn stay 2gp/day good meal 5sp/day wine 10 gp book 15 gp ink 8 gp cold weather cloths 6gp
Navorn spends his weeks performing in the Inns, taverns and fest halls of Lumberton. His reputation, helps some with a little company to keep him warm on those oh so cold nights. He'll spend this week getting a few things together and see what the others are up to
Navorn makes his way toward the stage , giving a smile to the crowd as his fingers strung along the strings of his yarting. Soon he swings into a ditty about an elflord and a drawven maiden, with high sweet chords and a rather rollacking rhythm
Liking to sing a tune or three himself, Navorn looks about to see what customs are here about preforming . He normally just find a hearth and starts to play, but after such a week he's looking to unwind not start trouble. Still almost seems wrong not to spin a tune or 3.
Navorn will spend some time at the Traveller's Rest, get a meal, a bath maybe have his cloths laundered. After that then he'll head to the Eagle's Aerie and see just how lively this place is of an evening.
Seeing his companions wonder off Navorn gives a smile and calls "What? No one whats ale? really?' Shrugging his shoulders he heads off to find a nice Inn, some ale a bath and some willing company in no real order
"It's always demons of the outer-realms or undead when I travel with you' Navorn says with a grin. After a shiver he starts back toward the camp in search of warmer cloths and some pants
Navron gets to the fight after it's over shivering in his sleeping cloths, shield now with some blowing snow on it he surveys the carnage 'Why is it we always get attacked when I am having a good dream?"
The howl pierces navorns sweet dreams of a buxom barmaid and rolls into the winter wonderland that is the camp, blanket falling around his shoulders, he is not really sure just what is going on. Scooping up his sword and shield he makes toward the area the commotion is coming from " Gonna have to wear armor to bed with this bunch" he mumbles as he makes his way toward the others
Unknowing what befalls outside, Navorn is snug in his blankets to ward off the chill, soon enough his watch will come till then he is bundled and dreaming
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