From: Jhez Salin (Jhez_at_wanadoo.dk)
Date: Thu Jan 22 2004 - 22:51:18 GMT
Ayoê seems a bit scared of the huge Namegiver, but smiles thankfully at his
warm welcome. "Kerrick has told me of you. I am glad to see that the
tallest of his tales is so close to the truth."
Turning towards to Lenora, she says "Ah, so you are also a Troubadour? I am
so pleased!" Ayoë smiles very genuinely at the other woman. "It is a
pleasure to met you. I've only met a few other than my own teacher, but it
is always a wonderful experience to trade stories. I am looking forward to
that very much." She smiles and nods at everybody as they introduce
themselves, but seem a bit confused and certainly uncertain of what is
going on, but too polite to ask.
*** OOC: I'm confused, so my character is going to be confused too :) It
seems the easiest that way. ***
On 22. januar 2004 12:20, Heath LEES [SMTP:muddy999_at_bigpond.com] wrote:
> Garrott severs an amount of line from that, which is attached to his
> pack and binds the hands and feet of Todiel securely, cutting a wad of
cloth
> from his shirt, he also stuffs this in the mouth of the old troll as well
as
> cutting a blindfold from the hapless beings shirt. Satisfied that his
> bindings are secured he takes his waterskin and squirts an amount of
water
> on the knots making them swell and then without thought leans down to the
> Troll.
> "I swear to you by Raggok Todiel, should you even appear to be trying
> anything and I will smash your bony skull like a rotten melon, scattering
> the remains to the four directions of Barsaive and leave your useless
corpse
> for the Gnashers." Hefting him up effortlessly the big warrior carries
the
> Troll back into the Kaer dumping him in a corner and turning to Angavorn.
> "Seal the Kaer." Waiting for the doors to seal, he regards Angavorn.
> "Please watch the Troll and if he moves, severe it's head from it's
> shoulders." Although his request sounds harsh, the Obsidiman is acting
upon
> instinct when it comes to the being inhabiting the Troll's body. He had
> learnt long ago to trust his instinct and he was sure that Todiel would
not
> risk death.
> Walking to Shalmar, the big Obsidiman looks to Shalandra awaiting her
> consent (and that of the steed) before gently touching the face of the
noble
> mount.
> "You have the heart of a warrior Shalamar, my thanks to you." Moving to
> Shalandra's side the warrior hands her his waterskin and also one of his
> masisve shirts. "I know my physician skills would likely count for
little
> for Shalamar, though may I recomend that you bathe the wounds and also
bind
> any that appear on the legs, perhaps my limited stocks of slave may
contain
> some ea tree oil or peppermint, which may serve to disinfect the wound if
> boiled in the water first...I would not like to see a wound turn septic
here
> in the Badlands." He checks his pack and pouches for the oil or leaves,
> handing them to Shalandra if he has them.
> Finally he seems to notice the banter between the new comers and also
> the party and he steps before Pean.
> "Hold Pean, I know Kerrick well as he travelled with me from Bartertown
and
> then through Akarem, his word is honourable and his intentions are
usually
> tied to those of Mynbruje, though there is a simple way to find out if he
is
> indeed the one that I travelled with." Garrott turned to his old friend
a
> smile on his face that was warm and welcoming. "Tell me Kerrick, who was
> the old woman Ork who travelled with us from Bartertown and did she leave
to
> become a teacher of the blade?" Of course Garrott knew of the mistakes
> within the question and he was sure that Kerrick would spot them as
> flawlessly as he did the tracks of his quarry.
> (If he answers correctly Garrott will smile widely and turn to Pean.
Should
> he fail, he will snarl and slam his fist into the deceivers face,
attacking
> him until unconciousness.)
> "Indeed that is the correct answer my old friend...I vouch on my
honour
> for the word of my friend here Pean, for he is who he claims to be."
> Turning to the beautiful Elf, Garrott also smiles, placing his right fist
in
> his open left plam and bowing his head. "Ayoë Mashiara, I welcome you as
a
> companion of Kerrick I would also offer my friendship and good will."
> Waiting for the Elf's reply, the big warrior answers politely (will post
as
> required) before turning back to Kerrick. "Come my old friend, we must
talk
> of what has passed, I assume that none here has any issues with us taking
a
> short break before pushing on to find the artefact?"
>
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