(039) Dusk 'Til Dawn

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon May 21, 2012 10:43 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:
But while the wind rattles and shakes at the windows, and the fire does burn down to embers, dawn eventually does come.

The Goblin staff are up early begin by preparing kitchen fires so that there is tea and hot water for washing hands and faces as the remainder of the company arise.

Ulric is somewhat tired from his uneventful watch, but is the first to sample the tea, which is not fresh, but not too awful.

"I'm afraid that is all there is for breakfast, Sir," Bennug informs him bleakly.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon May 21, 2012 10:45 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:
Gustave, Desmond/Mondes, Josiane, and Dorgan all awake feeling strangely invigorated... (levelled up overnight).

Alas, there is no breakfast to feed their good spirits.

What to do today, gentlemen?

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon May 21, 2012 11:13 pm

tonneau wrote:
Gustave rises with the sun for his morning calisthenics routine, which he completes in front of his bay window while appreciating the golden light of the dawn.

Following this he pads downstairs, feeling even more invigorated than usual (as if this were possible), to see 'Bonnig' about some pastries.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon May 21, 2012 11:30 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:
A full length mirror would be necessary for Gustave to appreciate the "full glory" of this golden dawn...

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue May 22, 2012 12:42 am

tonneau wrote:
At breakfast, Gustave expounds on his plan for the day, "I think I will go and purchase a full-length mirror", he proposes, "and possibly a replacement shield".

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue May 22, 2012 2:40 am

sulldawga wrote:
At breakfast, or whatever you call it when you don't actually break the fast, Dorgan broaches the subject of the electrum coins.

"I know we need food 'n' drink but we might wanna be, um, discreet about how we spend them coins. I ain't never seen anything like them floating around the cities of Men that I been in. And if they're really old, we don't want spendin' 'em giving away the fact that we was looting a tomb in the cemetery."

The dwarf pauses to scratch his beard.

"Any of ya know someone like a collector, who would mebbe buy 'em and, well, keep their mouth shut about it?"

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue May 22, 2012 9:29 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
The Goblin maids waddle in and out serving hot tea in the great hall, where the company members gather to discuss their plans for the day.

Olaf is on his feet and well enough, but is only a shadow of his former confidence.

Gustave, meanwhile, appears to be brimming with vim.

There is the matter of the electrum coins and also that of the fell blade to discuss.

And of course, stocking the pantries.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue May 22, 2012 9:43 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
In case you are wondering about your financial position, my records indicate:

Unallocated 42 ep.

Company slush fund (in coin box recovered from Saxxon's Keep); 1gp, 5sp, 2sp.

Dieter: 14gp, 126sp.
Olaf: 6gp, 237sp.
Ulric: 18gp, 174sp, 336cp.
Gustave: 8gp, 35sp, 2cp.
Highbough: 6gp, 189sp, 350cp.
Desmond: 6gp, 45sp.
Josiane: 6sp, 4cp.
Dorgan: 3sp, 4cp.
Guntrum: 1sp, 8cp.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue May 22, 2012 9:45 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
You also notice through the newly cleaned window of the great hall that there is a mule in the grounds behind the manse, happily cropping at the overgrown grass...

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue May 22, 2012 9:57 am

doctorx wrote:
Josiane wakes from a night of strange but not unpleasant dreams. Visions of her White Lady and her foster-father linger in her memory. She is not sure how, but she seems to sense they are pleased with her.

She attends to her morning devotions, and find the holy words and sacred phrases reveal insights to her that had not previously been forthcoming. (If I'm right and she can now memorise two spells, ways, I'll go with The Sacrosanct Soliloquy and The Supplication of Medicant Requite.

After she has washed she comes downstairs, humming a hymn softly to herself with a look of radiant contentment on her face.

This soon changes to a frown when she sees the poor fare available for breakfast. But her concern is not for the appetites of herself or her companions.

She seeks out Bennug.

"Good Master Bennug, I trust you and your fellow staff are not going hungry? It is one thing for myself and my companions to go without repast - we have provided no coin to purchase any provender as you rightly reminded us, but I would not have yourself and your fellows passing your days labouring on our behalf without the benefit of a decent meal."