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Due to circumstances beyond my control relating to various aspects of my life (family, work, and health) I am afraid that, for the time being, I must leave the games for now. I apologize for not posting sooner, but, as stated, things have gotten beyond hectic in my life. I am sorry for any troubles this may pose in the games. I wish you all the best in both life and games, and who knows? Maybe in the near future I will be able to play with you all once again in a different game.
Orin, at seeing the others panic, pulls his bow and goes to spot L11.
Poking around, Orin nabs 20 arrows in the smithy. "I appreciate the business, Jorfa. And I will, of course, assist in carrying the supplies, Ravel." He gives her a small smile. Reaching into a coin pouch, he produces the 1 gold piece for the arrows. "There you go, Jorfa."
Orin, still in a bit of a slight daze but desperately pushing his emotions down.
I apologize for the absence. Between the festive weekend, horrible weather Monday, and spending a large amount of time at the doctors Tuesday (I'm fine, but now on several meds), I found my energy for games those days, well, sapped. Catching up now, will post ASAP. And thank you all for your congratulations. I appreciate it.
Will not be able to post until the morning, just got engaged!
Orin's face goes from smiling to smiling and the same shade as a rose. "Wi-wi-wife?" He looks over at Ravel then back at the girl. "No, no we're not married. What gave you that idea?"
Chuckling some, Orin shakes a hand up in mild protest. "No, no need to thank me. Wasn't my money in the first place. Say, what did you buy with it? A sweet?" He looks to Ravel grinning. Looks like at least among the youth of the town they weren't reviled yet.
Seeing Ravel 'packed in' on the group, Orin walks over and places a hand on her shoulder. "Is all well?
Downing the last of his tea, Orin stands up and pops his shoulder some. "Ready."
Catching the bag Terrance tosses to him, Orin looks in and smiles. "That'll do, Foehammer, that'll do. I also suggest that we head out while it is at least sun-up. The place may be haunted, but the windows should, at least, shine some light in, yes?"
Rousing hours later, Orin, still mildly bleary-eyed, makes his way down to the kitchen. "Good... afternoon, Lady Kendra. Everyone." He slumps down in a seat near Ake. "May I request a tea please?"
Nodding at Terrance and Ingrid, Orin sits on a chair. "A small meal to settle up and then sleep. This is the last time I think I'll stay up the whole... *YAWN!* Night. Well, I hope anyway." Orin takes and finishes his small meal and then heads to bed, falling asleep very quickly. Hey, blame the stress...
"All the better they be judged than linger. Very little good comes from souls that linger. Like my sleep..." Looking out to see that the sun will soon rise, he looks to his compatriots. "We should return and rest. Regroup. Sleep." He lets forth a loud yawn to accent his need.
"No clue, Ravel. I should have paid more attention to the lessons my Pharasmin priest gave, but I was always wanting to go play with the Desnans..."
Orin lets out a yelp but otherwise stays still. "Blasted things! Pharasma take you!"
Odd that so much money is not only here but apparently abandoned... He sighs then looks to the others. "Well, the gold is a nice boon, but I think it is time to retire then look over these papers. Barring, of course, our needing to smash doors, crack safes or deal with ghosts before then."
"Well, this isn't really too helpful. Not unless we need to wash up. Now what guys? Back out?"
Well, I can't see it, but I'm sure the little one is cute as a button. Once more, congrats!
"No problem, Terrance. Us rock-heads need to stick together, yes?" He gives the Dwarf a gentle pat on the shoulder before he assists some in loading up more documents. Once done, he steps into the hall and walks down it towards Ingrid and Ioann, pulling his bow out once more. "Check that room next?" He points to the door at AE 11.
Orin looks to Terrance as they gather the papers. "Do you need assistance? I'm not book smart, but I can carry some of that."
Looking towards Terrance, Orin gives the Dwarf a small grin. "Oh, and what was it we were doing? Remodeling?" Making a small turn to Ravel, Orin shrugs. "I'm not exactly what one would call 'book smart', but you may help yourself in investigating the offices more."
Orin looks into both rooms, noting their similarities. "These must be offices for the watchmen who used to patrol here." Approaching the third door he tests it to see if it will open.
Eek! Hope all get's better soon, Ake! And way to go, Twi, that is awesome!
"Well, at least we are making progress. Four doors here, two further on. Opening to the left... First door on the right?" Orin looks to the others, curious to see what their vote is
"Agreed. Forward and onward. Sooner I can see the stars without some walls around me, the better."
"Dark magics, friend Ioann, call for more subtle approaches. Though I do admire your attempt!"
"I apologize, Terrance. I should have remembered your weapon of course WAIT IOANN!" But it is too late before the man's sword strikes the door.
Orin curses quietly under his breath. "Right, another way out. Assuming there is one, of course. And Ravel is correct. We'll need something to move forward with. I doubt anyone happens to have said equipment on them, yes?"
Orin jumps, surprised by the banshee-like wails. "By the Starsong, what is wrong with this place!" As they rush out and the door shuts, Orin looks at it. "I din't like thus. Someone check the door to see if it will still open."
"The tracks, well... Can't tell much, at least not by this lighting." Shrugging, he stands up and nods at Ravel's suggestion. "WE should split into small groups, advance down each as... Well, Ioann appears eager. I'll accompany him." Seeing Ioann head off, he nocks an arrow and quickly follows.
Orin follows shortly behind his allies, his bow drawn in case a crazed local or who knows what else hops out at them. "I'm pretty good at tracks. Let me take a look."
"So Terrance is not at the peak of his abilities... And with the night nearing it's end, perhaps we should wait just one more day. Allow those who need it time to heal and prepare themselves. But yes, if everyone else wishes it, we should go to Harrowstone tonight." He is wide awake at the moment, doubting he'd be able to sleep much anyway. Even if he did, he'd probably suffer nightmares again... And blood...
Orin nods, wanting to speak up but also not disturb his hostess's sleep. "Agreed. All in favor?"
Returning to the Lorrimor residence, Orin goes searching for Ravel. "Ravel? Where are you?"
Orin stands outside, looking at Ake. "Agreed, my goblin friend. The fury of a thousand orc hordes will by my wrath as well. But with all that has been occurring, we should see to it that we not disturb the locals until we know for certain. We already are not well liked, and I would rather not be ran out of town by pitchforks by innocent but close-minded fools. Much like Gibs!"
"I apologize about the rude wake-up, good sheriff, but foul things are stirring in your town. And I appreciate your assistance, as I'm sure the rest of my comrades are."
Seeing the officer is not impressed with their story, Orin steps forward. "Sir, I apologize if we are a 'burden' this evening. But surely a man in your position should react a little more in the face of dark and cruel powers. At the very least, have someone accompany us to the temple to question Gibs and our companion Terrance. I believe that falls to the local authorities, yes?"
MERRY CHRISTMAS
Stepping closer to the Deputy, Orin smiles at the man. "My good sir, we come from to you tonight having been accosted by a man. Now, this man is currently in the good care of your town's Father Grimburrow at the moment, but had been under the thrall of some foul magic, having attacked with intent to kill my two friends here, as their wounds will testify."
Orin quickly follows, after a curt bow to Father Grimburrow. He sneers at Gibs and dashes out the door. "So, are we rounding up a posse?"
Orin almost laughs at how ridiculous that sounds. "I tell you, you were there. My arrows can attest to that fact, as can my fellows weapons!" Looking to the Father, Orin points at the man. "And from we have been told, he wasn't exactly the friendliest with the Professor. We spot him at the memorial the same night as the incident at the Lorrimor estate. I think there is a little too much to be coincidence here!"
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