To Meet The King - Geoff Beginnings

As you all watch, Hraefn bends to formulate his final query before the magic fades from him. Slowly, he rises back up, facing you all.

Duke Owen stands, grabbing his goblet and raising it salute to you all. "To your health, to your success, and most importantly, to Geoff!" he decries loudly as he flicks his hand to the attendant near the corpse. In an instant, the thing is gone from sight, the door closing behind it with a reverberating 'thud'.

"Cormyr will take you to where you may supply yourselves. Equipment as requested will be provided, but I ask that you do make all haste. Travel to Fort Nurock will take you fully a week, followed by nearly another to reach Thunderhead. From there your final leg will bring you to the site of the cave." the duke says as you all look to depart.

"I shall be sending a contingent of men with you that you may pitch your camp outside of the caves without fear of losing your provisions. They have been instructed to wait a reasonable amount of time for your return. May Istus ever guide your paths." he says in a softer tone as you all depart.Leaving you to his court mage, Cormyr, the duke exits the chamber. You are led through a winding path within the castle until you find yourselves exiting the rear by the stables. Here, a pair of wagons laden with provisions stand ready, as do riding mounts for those who do not yet have their own. Each riding horse has a bit, bridle, saddle and saddle bags. Six of the kings guard stand ready to assist you as necessary, including the task of managing the wagons.

As a gift to each of you, Cormyr presents you all with 5 healing potions.

Lastly, in addition to the guards, a lone fellow wearing worn leather, a deep green cloak and high, soft fur boots greets you. Tipping his cap, you take note of the sharpness of his ears, the telltale sign of elf blood running through his otherwise human veins.

"Good day, my good sirs. I am Elavain Decruix. I have been tasked by his lordship to be your guide on this journey. It is a fine day to begin, though I fear the days will be getting wet as we get closer to the peaks."

Ilwyn
Your retainers snap to attention, giving a salute as they gather your equipment. "Yes, m' lady!" they say in near unison. Your horse is brought out, his coat gleaming with the recent brushing, his barding glinting in the early morning light.

Hraefn
Room is made in the cart for you and your belongings, and you are able to settle in comfortably.

Etna
Muri nickers softly, tossing her head up and down as she seemingly knows that you are about to embark of some sort of long adventure. Pawing at the cobblestone, you can feel her tense beneath you.


Cædwyn and Bram
Your horses are brought out, your gear stowed in packs and saddlebags. They appear to have been well-treated, even with the short amount of time you have been here. Their coats and manes have been meticulously tended to, and from the looks, their hooves have been re-shod.

Merriweather
As the only other member besides Hraefn without a mount, a beautiful palomino with a gold colored coat and white mane is brought out. The saddle is a light tan color, as are the leather straps of the bit and bridle. Like Muri, he seems to sense the coming travel and paws nervously at the cobblestone.

"Ghost is a great horse, sir. First time away from me in a while, so I'd oblige ya to take care 'til he gets back." his handler, a young, olive-skinned man, says. "Give 'em his head and he'll run forever if you let 'em. Oh, and he pr'fers the green apples to the red." he adds, a sad expression crossing his face.

Merriweather
Ghost nudges up against your hand, flipping his head up into it forcefully enough to push you back a step. He nickers and steps up to you, again pressing his snout to your hand.

"If that's his lordship's desire, t' go all the way t' Pregmere then come back t' Tycha, we can accommodate his wishes. Faster, though, would be get t' Oytmeet, then Grasmere and Hartland, unless you'd rather go up t' Lea, before headin' west." replies Elavain.

From Hartland we head north t' Tycha as you said, and then on t' Nurok. Haven't heard nothing of much concern, though as I am sure his lordship knows, beasts of a questionable nature frequent the lowlands bordering the Peaks, so as we get closer t' the borders we'd best be on our best guard.