(044) A Hinterlands Venture

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Wed Dec 12, 2012 4:43 pm

ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond and Mondes are uncomfortable under the large hooded cloak and eager to be able to take it off again.

Move on, they say.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Wed Dec 12, 2012 7:22 pm

danhem wrote:
"Do you know the nature of this disagreement?" Ulric asks the quartermaster. "We have had some dealings with the Concourse, but have steered clear of politics."

OOC: I'm for leaving as well. It's only past lunch after all. We should get in more than half a days march if we want our supplies to hold out. I also don't like the idea of our supplies being requisitioned or our people recruited.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:02 pm

doctorx wrote:
If Josiane has not yet used her healing spell she is more than willing to do so to speed Dieter's recovery. She is also in favour of moving on. She is not altogether comfortable among these venal mercenaries. The sooner we return to our holy cause the better!

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Wed Dec 12, 2012 10:31 pm

tonneau wrote:
Gustave has found a new friend in an apparently endless barrel (and those sharing his interests in seeing just how deep it goes) and will have to be carried away.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Wed Dec 12, 2012 11:39 pm

rleduc wrote:
Guntrum is glad to be among soldiers again! He thinks back on the stories the old soldiers back in the village used to tell about their glory days and longs to see battle with earthly foes his simple mind understands. He happens to glance on Olaf and notices the slight gauntness left by those barrow creatures. Recalling their task for the Sisters, he's eager to be on the way. "Sooner started, sooner done, and mebbe there'll be sommat glory in't as well!"

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Thu Dec 13, 2012 2:18 am

sulldawga wrote:
Dorgan spins around with a quizzical look on his face. "Coulda sworn I saw a dwarf up in here..."

Shrugging his shoulders, he turns back to Dieter. "How ya feeling? Ready ta get back on the road? We got a lotta daylight left."

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Thu Dec 13, 2012 5:02 pm

Ronin84 wrote:
Moving slowly into the camp Garven tries to hear what is happening, when he hears, "Coulda sworn I saw a dwarf up in here..."

Speaking up from around the broad shouldered men, "If it be me you saw then indeed there is a Dwarf here!" Placing the war-hammer across his chest cradling it in the crook of his left arm, shield on his back.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:29 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
Josiane administers the worst of Dieter's injuries with her Medicant Requite (1d6=3@+1=4) while Ulric questions the quartermaster about Eberhardt's issues in town. Little more is known than that he fell from favour with the Traders' Concourse about a year ago, something about his brash and brutal methods was not appreciated by the mercantile class.

Despite the steady supply of wine and invitations from Eberhardt (who constantly encourages Dieter to join him on campaign) the company decides not to take up the offer of hospitality, preferring to push on with their private business...

Within the hour the last skins are drained, packs are hoisted and shoulders slapped.

"Well, thanks fer the sport! Yer'll be welcome in my camp anytime Ogreslayer!" Eberhardt is bellowing regretfully as the company prepare to march off...

As you all get into your stride, it becomes apparent that there is an additional Dwarf present.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:44 pm

doctorx wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote: As you all get into your stride, it becomes apparent that there is an additional Dwarf present.

"Oh!" says Josiane with some surprise; "Er... hello. And you are..?"

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon Dec 17, 2012 5:26 am

Ronin84 wrote:

"Oh!" says Josiane with some surprise; "Er... hello. And you are..?"

Garven's almost bushy red eyebrows rise in as his eyes open wide, "Garven Bloodbrow be my name and I am of the Mountain Guard." His voice raising a bit in the end there.

"And what is this group gathered for, if no one minds me asking?"