(Adventure) The Haunted Halls of Stonepike

[Uriel]

Several hours have passed since the Jasperfist brothers layed the fronted gold upon the table and secured (what they hope) will be the saving grace for their bedeviled home.
Gathering in the light drizzle outside of the Red Dragon with Algram, the veterens of the Monestary Liberation can see that the little bit of sleep has worked some good upon the young Dwarf. Algram is smiling and eyeing the city with the longing of the young, having had no chance to explore this most wondrous and exotic place. You are reminded just how young he must be when he goes from a Warrior, checking his crossbow against the water(sliding it into an oilskin cover,checking the bolts' fletching )and tightening his pony's gear,all very businesslike, to a red-faced young Dwarf as a pair of Ladies of the Trade, a red headed half-elf and a curvy blong human walk by and blow him kisses and giggles. Angram immediately begins to stutter and look about, wondering where his brother could be.

As the Ladies move off down the road, the other Jasperfist joggs up, smiling,with a parcel that he secures in his saddlebags as he says to his brother 'You'd never b'lieve what they 'ave 'ere ta buy,Ally, I got a half-dozen diff'rent teas fer Ma and Uncle Roggen, a half-dozen diff'rent Teas, mind ye! Chennet, what a marvelous place!'.
Mounting, the older Dwarf smiles as he pulls his riding tarp over his blue cap.With a pat to his steed's neck,he says 'Well, I trust ye good Folk are ready? It be a fair distance ta Stonepike,over a 'unnerd miles, though we kin get there in just under two days, as we know several of the better routes 'tween here an' there.

 

[dpdx]

"Hunnerd' miles n' two suns? What ye be ridin', griffons?"

From atop yet another black pony, Rurik (his pack, tack, gear and self arranged optimally with the help of the stable staff for long distance travel) surveys the landscape of town (including his fellow riders) with satisfaction. A week was rest enough, and bedecked with the finest in Axebender family armor, the blond dwarf with the black horns atop his chainmail helmet was raring to avenge fellow worshippers of Chennet'.

"Mind ye, I ain't arguin'. 'S yer land, ye knows it better'n we ever could. So I reckon iss time ta mount up an' head out?"

[Rurik bought the (use of?) the pony and two potions of CLW from the Temple of Hyrag - will add them to my sheet once I figure out what they cost.]

 

[Uriel]

Urgan smiles at Rurik's doubt. 'Master Rurik, a good pony ke take forty,fifty miles easy in a day, providin' he's fed an watered.
Frankly, we got here darned fast, considerin the weather. It may take us a few more hours then I'd like, seeing as how the great Road was washed out past the River Grellgo, out across the plains East o' here. Still, without any trouble, we should do all right, I'd reckon.'


OoC:Off to se a concert, back in 4-5 hours my time...

 

[Uriel]

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[nimisgod]

Sir Ishmael joined the dwarves' company with Courage in tow. The warpony was wearing his new scalemail barding. The horse whinnied in greeting, recognizing Rurik's familiar form.

On the other hand, the halfling was silent in the drizzle T'was as if he was recalling a far less pleasant day with the same mournful weather.

 

[dpdx]

"'Ow ye are, Courage, Sir Ishmael." Rurik returned the greeting with a smile upon his face.

"Goodness, fixin' ta think I's the drunkest. Wunner where that durn Sturm'z off ta?"

 

[nimisgod]

The halfling snapped out of his reverie quickly and smiled at Rurik's inebriated state. "Indeed, Demonbane, thine condition is proof of the Red Dragon's quality in brews or at least, a love of the liquid ambrosia that is alcohol. Mine mentor always said that if a dwarf did not have an axe or hammer in hand, then a flagon of dwarven beer would fit perfectly

As for friend Sturm, I hath not hear or seen him since the meeting earlier. The hours past have seen me in the more poverty stricken sections of Orussus. Mayhap Sturm is still stirring in his quarter. I take it that thine inebriation was not accomplished in his presence?"

 

[dpdx]

"Aye, it were, an' with me own Mum's brew, as't happens."

Rurik continues to wait with the rest of the party.

 

[Keia]

Thurgan was refreshed from the brief rest and eager to get started on this, his most recent, journey. The hours of sleep had definitely helped his mood, but it obviously hadn't helped the weather. He had risen early to pack his goods, do some last minute shopping and acquire a pony from the stablemaster.

Thurgan shook his head as he eyed the recently purchased pony, a black pony with subtle dark brown markings. He had hoped for the same pony from his journey back from the monestery, but someone else had already purchased the animal. Therefore, Thurgan had to start the learning curve over again with this beast. In fact, the stablemaster had had to add the riding saddle and various bags and straps for Thrugan was completely uneducated when dealing with the riding creatures.

He still hadn't gotten on the beast, but was leading it up the rain soaked road. He was ever distrustful of the beasts, ever since riding the demon horse on his first adventure. This pony, which he had named Kettle, didn't seem like blood relation to the earlier horse, but appearances were often deceiving.

Thurgan glanced away from eying his pony to peer out from under his oiled cloak to the others in the road. He nodded at a passing blond and smiled wide, then noticed the group gathering near the inn.

"Greetin', one and all," Thurgan called, "Wonderful day fer a ride, huh? Sir Ismael, we need anythin' else a fer we go - I mean, supplies like?"

 

[Guilt Puppy]

You can hear Sturm before you see him, as usual, calling around the corner.

"Don' ask! Don' one o' ye wags not e'en ask!"

He comes leading a mottled brown pony around the corner -- the animal seems less than enthused about following. As he comes closer, you can see the dwarf's face is criss-crossed with tiny, bleeding scratches... and worse, huge swatches of his beard are missing.

He looks from face to face, eyes red with discontent. He growls for a moment, then sighs.

"Cat got in me beard. It happens."