Game Posts

Billy walks over to Ryyrik and says, Glad ya got whatever that was outta yer system. Mebbe ya won't be such a pain ta travel with. He puts his hand on Ryyrik's chest and, with his other hand, holds up a symbol consisting of a pair of interlocking rings. He closes his eyes and says, May the Mother bless and keep you. Ryyrik feels the healing energy of the matriarch of the Dwarven pantheon flow into him. Billy opens his eyes again and stares frankly at Ryyrik. You keep rushin' in like that and one a these days, I ain't gonna be able ta do anything about it. But since yer still limpin', lemme help ya out a little more. He again places his hand on Ryyrik's chest and chants a few words, and Ryyrik feels himself closer to full health.

He looks back at Gunnar and shouts, What about you? How you feelin'?Hit Points
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33/33
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Hit Dice (d8)
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3/3
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Spell Slots
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1/4 - 1st Level
2/2 - 2nd Level
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"Your enthusiasm is appreciated, Baern. You never know with some monsters... sometimes when they die they just get more dangerous.

He turns to everyone else

"Anyone else wounded?"

Ryyrik grips Billy's shoulder "I was just a wee bit upset that we were sent to kill orcs and didn't kill any since we got here, sorry if I caused you lot any trouble. A dwarf ain't nothing without his clan; thank ya."

Billy returns Ryyrik's grip and says, Our mission's back there in the past. We gotta accept that and figger our new place in all this. That's our mission now. You keep tryin' ta grab hold what's gone down the river, you ain't never gonna find yer place. We gotta take our comfort in the sky and the moon and each other. The earth ain't nuthin but a boneyard filled with men who couldn't do that, and I don't want you ta be one a them.


Billy looks at the others in turn and speaks up.

That goes fer the lot a ya. We gotta be done with blindly followin' what we was told however long ago we was told it. Things've changed and we gotta change with 'em. We let rage or despair dictate our actions, we might as well walk ourselves off a cliff.

He smiles and starts digging in his pack. As he starts pulling out his cook gear, he motions to the giant-like orc and says, I know you girls are itchin' to find out what you can about that wretched creature over there, and this looks like as good a time as any ta fill our bellies. He motions to Gunnar and says, You took a pretty good hit ta that melon a yers. Why don't you come on over here and let me take another look at ya.

"Feeling kinda woozy, my friends, but I think I'll live." Gunnar replies to Billy & Phineas' questions.

Gunnar munches the berries gratefully, staining his mouth and beard purple. "I haven't been, that's for sure. A thousand years make you rusty, I guess."

You girls done lootin' that corpse? Soup's on! Eat quick and we can get in a few more miles before dark.

Ulfren leans on his shield as the others lick their wounds. "That's a fine speech, Billy," he says, "but unless you got some letter that says our king is dead, our mission ain't change. Now, we can get back on that ship yonder and sail back home, and ask our king if we should keep on going. Or we can get to that keep and see if that high lord is still in charge and still fighting orcs.

"Anyway, if you all are desiring to figure out your place in this world, and it don't include your king, you can tell me now."

"You know I'm with you, Blackthaw."

"I've little place for Kings," Baern grunts, "but I've no better place to be. I'm with y'all."

Pull those panties outta their bunch, Ulfren. Nobody said a damn thing about abandoning the mission. What I'm sayin' is that somethin's happened and things have changed. We need to be able to change with it or we ain't gettin' the job done. Blindly stickin' to the path when the path's moved gets you nowhere but lost. Now sit down and eat. You ain't gonna be able to keep bein' so contrary if ya don't keep yer strength up.

As seems to often happen, Billy ate his fill while preparing the team's meal, so he sits and plays an upbeat ditty to keep up the boys' spirits.

Ulfren scoops up a bowlful and a spoon, and sits by the cookfire. "I don't get it," he grunts. "How's you leave the path if the path is what you're on? If the path turns left, you can't not turn left if you're following it." Ulfren stuffs his mouth, then emphasizes his directions with his spoon while he talks. "How's you get lost if you don't leave the trail?"