Game Posts

"Lunch would be lovely, my dear." Torden says sweetly. "I would love to break bread with my new friends here. That is, if they are so inclined to trade stories with a dusty drifter like myself."

Torden gestures towards the other chairs with a grubby hand. "Please, sit. And please call me Torden." Another smile cracks his weather-beaten face. "As it happens, I've seen an owlbear or two in my time and tail-shaking is never a good sign."

Seeing no sense in leaving a perfectly good book laying around, Pageflap picks up Kit's book and puts it in his bag. He'll skim through it in a bit, refresh himself on the spell he'll cast in a while so he casts it right, then give it back to Kit whenever he sees him next. He would do so now, but he has news to give to the rest of his allies.

Taking a seat, he reveals Raishe's decision to stay and fix the temple to everyone. "Please tell the others that I have found my place in this town. And while our paths are diverging, we are still fighting the same battle. Please visit often, and tell me of your adventures, will you Pageflap? In the meantime, I will work day and night until this old temple is the shining beacon of hope that it once was."

At the same time, he begins preparing his detect magic spell. It should be primed and ready for whenever the food gets here, and while Aegar's paranoia is beginning to sink into him it is the disregard to Rose, Philcock, and the army of slugs gathering beneath the inn that is making him believe there may be something in the water around these parts.

Well a meal sounds fine to me. In your company is fine by me Tormen. Gents perhaps after our meal we should have a conversation about our findings amongst ourselves. Something seems to be going on in this town. Maybe it's an old habit, but I don't generally trust someone until I know them and we're. In this town the only friends I have are the gents I walked in with.

Barendd says this as he looks specifically at Torden.

Torden chuckles at the other dwarf's prickliness. "No need to explain, Master Dwarf! I've been on the road for too long to not know trust is hard-earned, and rightly so! I'd be glad to hear about your troubles - perhaps I can help - but would not be offended nthe slightest if you prefer to keep your own counsel. But for now, a round of drinks on me after I've learned your names - unless you'd rather keep those too." Torden says the last with a wink.

Ah! Willowmane was up on a hill earlier with some armored veteran looking towards the woods. They didn't mention the wagon, but now that I think about it, was the wagon supposed to arrive earlier at that time? Could it be late? If so, we should definitely catch up to them at some point and make sure they are okay, but I agree with Dankill, there is much to be discussed first about our trip down below.

Iman approaches Torden and reaches to shake his hand, and gives it a good hard squeeze.

Stormhammer was it?

Iman sits across from Torden and slams his elbow on the table and positions it for a game of arm wrestling.

I first gotta see how you well in strength. I don't typically side with just anybody, this group has proven worth to fight for. Give me your best now.

"Nothing like a contest of strength to whet the appetite!" Torden laughs, good-naturedly clasping Iman's hand to meet the arm-wrestling challenge. The burly dwarf's sunburnt forearm is riddled with tattoos.

Haha! What is this?! Now that is a mighty dwarf! Iman jests at Barendd.

Well done, Stormhammer! Maybe you can help carry some of Marlowe's weight in battle. Where is that guy anyway?

Aegar looks up from his hands to see the rest of the party seating themselves at the same table he is at, even the new dwarf is sitting with them. Aegar observes silently as Iman and the new dwarf arm wrestle whilst waiting on the food. He looks around the room observing each of the party members carefully. Barendd looks slightly disgruntled at the presence of the dwarf, Pageflap flipping through a small book, Iman and the dwarf distracted over their test of strength. Throughout their stay in this town Aegar has had a feeling that something was off, he felt a near ominous presence over them but still he has been unable to pinpoint why. Having recovered slightly from his inebriation he begins to speak I am saddened to hear of the departure of Raishe, but a man must follow his calling. Iman has a point; has anybody seen or heard from Marlowe? I expected he'd have annoyed me by now about playing a part in another one of those performances he loves so. Aegar looks to Torden. You must forgive me friend, Ive found that a drink or twenty has this funny effect on me; it gets me drunk! I am Aegar of the town of Orogun. What is it that we can do for you?

"Well met, Aegar! And yours is the first name I've learned unless you count Raishe and Marlowe, who are both sadly absent." Torden glances towards the kitchen, wondering if lunch will be much longer. He turns back to the adventurers, "Seems to me it's you that could use some help....slug hunting, was it?"

"In the kitchen." Torden says. "Hey, are you alright, man?"