Pretty impressive?

Vaargurr turns to Korgan and smiles, happy that the warboss has taken time to chat with him, especially about his favorite subject.

Tempus is da greatest warrior of all times. No one have surpassed him 'n no one ever will. He rides mighty steeds into battle 'n chops off heads wif his mighty axe. He's da chaos of ev'ry battle, he's da blood fat sprays on yer armour 'n he's da fuel in yer veins once ye start figtin'. He loves battles 'n wars. But he's wise 'n chooses his enemies wif care, he teaches fat it's better to live to fight anofer day. No meanin'less deafs, iffen ye catch me drift.

He gently strokes the insignia upon his breastplate.

Tempus has blessed us all 'n I believes fat we is gonna be successful in our quest. Muttie used ta say fat iffen ye see da great warrior before battles, ye is gonna win. 'N we sees da Lord afore we head out on a quest, derfore we is gonna meet wif success. Ye must be a great warboss since Tempus graces ye like fis.

Korgan nods. "I hope so. I fear this mission is more than just a merchantship buying and selling gems." he looks into the horizon. "I wouldn't be surprized if the harpers know more than they told us. If matters were as easy as they said, I'm sure they'd settle them themselves."

He sighs. "But what's so special about Tempus? I know a lot of people find him quite the brute compared to the likes of Torm and Tyr. Those two are just a bit too righteous for me actually, but people might have a point. You don't wanna follow a guy that's halfway Gruumsh really. Not that I say he is, I just don't know too much about him.

Gruumsh is stupid. He fights to kill 'n fights only to fight. Tempus loves da battle, but he finks. He uses strategy 'n plans ahead. Gruumsh runs head-on to battles wifout givin'any concern to terrain, his troops or weafer. Tempus finks 'bout all dis fings. He creates chaos wif strategy 'n when chaos has striken da enemy he sweeps over dem like a Tsun-a-mee, crushin' der heads 'n tearin'der frightful hearts out.

The cleric seems pretty proud that he managed to remember the difficult word correctly....more or less.

Tyr 'n Torm is not as great warriors as Tempus. Dey is always finkin' what's good 'n all, not wantin'to fight wars as wars should be fought, for dey is afraid some actions could be evil. But in war all actions are evil 'n all actions are good, simply a matter of perr-spec-teeve. Tyr never wants to start a war though Torm is a warrior, he's not as great as Tempus, even though he fought Bane in Tantras durin'Times o'Troubles. Tempus would've killed Bane for good, for nofin'can survive his wrath.

But Tempus is also good. He favours da strong 'n da brave, dem who fights wif no fear 'n is determined to strike true 'n make enemy fearful. He favours dem who makes nofin'stop'em in winnin'!
This message was last edited by the player at 21:34, Tue 09 Nov 2004.

"Battle plan 1, Thug, go now!, Ashes whispers to Thug imploring him empathically that Vaargurr has worms in his pocket just for him.

Once the rat begins his charge towards Vaargurr, he says conversationally to Vaargurr, "Rat attack."

He then chuckles as he awaits the ensuing carnage.

Brin has little knowledge of the gods of battle, although he understands the appeal to some small degree.  He listens to Varrguur's explanation, nodding politely and respectfully at all the appropriate points.

When Ashes sends Thug in for an "attack", Brin laughs, and has an entertainment idea of his own.  With a loud high-pitched whistle, he calls over his own companion, Krais, a river otter the size of a wolf.

"How is this for you Ashes...the 'Otter Trot'  "

Brin starts clapping his hands in a dance tempo, and Krais begins hopping, flipping, and spinning in time with the beat.

Ashes laughs and rolls onto his back, chuckling.

"VERY NICE!, he says rolling back over clapping along.

Awoken by the raucous laughter nearby Geth slowly opened one eye. Then he saw the tricks Brin and Ashes were getting their animals to do and a slight hint of anger came across his face.

"Have you people no respect for animals? Do realise how degrading that is?"

He straigthened himself and opened both eyes, his face serious and his voice even.

"These are creatures of nature, not circus performers. They're not there for your personal amusement."

It seemed the ranger felt very strongly about the subject.

Korgan didn't feel his curiousity had been sated, but with the animal tricks being performed he felt the time was not right for further religious debates. He'd have to get back with more questions.

Rystro seems to be amused with the animals playing with their masters. When Geth chimes in, the young man gives him a sideward glance. This guy's been nothing but trouble since the start. First, its the half-orc, now its the animals. Pretty soon, he'll be complaining about everything. He has a feeling this guy won't be sticking around with the group for too long if he doesn't lighten up.

Merka listened to the Geth go on about the animal tricks.

Well, Grup, I guess we won't be showing him your blowfish imitation.

Brin feels a tinge of anger at Geth's accusation, but does not let it show on his face.  Instead, he smiles and takes a different approach.

"Geth, my friend, I assure you, that as a druid of Eldath I have every respect for these creatures.  Krais here is as close to me as a brother, and I would never ask him to do something he does not wish to, or I would not do myself.  As for the former, perhaps you do not know that it is inherent in an otter's nature to be playful and expressive.  He enjoys and takes a bit of pride in his performance Geth, I promise you.  As for the latter, well, here I go..."

With that, Brin continues his clapping beat while jumping and spinning in imitation of Krais' dance, albiet nowhere near as gracefully...
This message was last edited by the player at 14:16, Wed 10 Nov 2004.

Merka laughed out loud and vigorously applauded Brin's awkward efforts.

"Well done, friend Brin!  You have missed your calling!  The jongleur's life  would suit you well!"

Korgan laughs too. "With a few drums, a bear skull on your head and a skirt of boar hide you could make a fine orc warchanter!! Or wasn't that a wardance?"

Hahaha, ye sure are a funny sort, Brin, a true wardancer, hahaha!

"Thug only does what he wants.", he shrugs as waits for Thug to complete his strike on Vaargurr's pocket.

Sorry about being out of pocket the last three days, had to fill in at work.  First time on the net since Sunday, However reading the posts, it appears no one missed me :)

The dark sky really highlights the stars that are out tonight. Suddenly Captain Dale curses out loud and yells for Dalton to blow out the lanterns.  Then he says some sort of pray under his breath.

A shadow seems to float across the sky above you.  Blocking out the starlight as it move across the sky.  It seems to be very high, but you can not quiet make out its shape.  But most of you seem to agree that it was a winged creature of some sort.

Once it is gone, he tells you that this night flyer is seen from time to time on the Moonsea.  General practice is to blow out all lights and hope it does not see you.  Legends tell that it is a shadow dragon of some sort, but no one knows what it wants.

Merka and Grup both shivered.  The creepy shadow unsettled their nerves badly, and the captain's dragon talk made it worse.

"What could that possibly have been?  Anyone know anything about shadow dragons?"

Geth nodded to Brin reluctantly.

"My apologises Druid. I did not know. I respect your words."



When the lights went out Geth jumped to his feet and grabbed his bow. In a flash an arrow was nocked to the string and he was taking a bead on the shadow. In the semi darkness it would be a hard shot but not impossible. He stood rock still, his mind centered on his prey and his arm unwavering as he kept the tension on the string. When it passed he relaxed and returned the arrow to the quiver.

Looking to the others he said in a matter-of-fact way "Interesting"

He then returned to the sitting position, set his bow beside him and watched the others.
This message was last edited by the player at 06:50, Thu 11 Nov 2004.

As the lights are blown out, Korgan routinely looks in all directions. Once to often has his attention been drawn to what appears to be the enemy only for him to be attacked from an unsuspected angle. The creature in the sky is clearly too far away from him to do anything at the moment, so Korgan looks into the water besides the sloop and tries to spot into the darkness around it.

Pro'bly some mage ridin'wryms. Muttie used ta warn me 'bout dems, sayin' dem is a dangerous sort, the cleric states, seemingly happy about his explanation.

The rest of the night pasts with no problems or visitors.  As the sun comes in front of you, you can see it rising above a thin strip of land in front of you.  Captain Dale has Dalton to fully raise the sails. Then sends him below to fix breakfast.

After your first night on the Moonsea, Dalton cooks a really good meal of sausages, fresh eggs and warm griddle cakes with honey.  A mug of cool weak ale completes the morning offering of food.

After the meal, Captain Dale seems to be in a talking mood.

"The northern shore of the Moonsea is covered with ruins of past settlements.  It seems that people for ages have tried to settle the north shore to be near the riches coming out of the north.  There are gem mines, desposits of cold iron, and then there is the east-west trade route.  However, none of them seem to last very long.  Too many goblin-kin, orcs, and orges from the north looking for something to kill seems to destroy the settlements before they can set down roots."

"Mind ye there is great treasure to be had, but the north shore is as deadly place as ye can find on Faerun.  Only the strong can live here and profit."

"Even Phlan is rebuilding from the last bout of raiding. Now Malvaunt, where we are going, is built on trade.  Ye can get anything you want, if ye have the gold.  However, watch yeselves, they deal in slaves."

At the talk of slave trade Korgans head jumps up. "Well, slave trade could mean trouble. As I think I told you I got here as a slave, and had to, ehh....incapacitate a few guards and the man who'd bought me to get free." He looks around. "I don't know where we were going or who they were, but for all I know there could be people in Malvaunt who feel pretty bad about me. For all I know there might even be a price on my head."

"Fun." Rystro comments as he takes a sip from his mug. "We'll have your back, Korgan. Don't you worry about that."

Korgan nods. "I appreciate it. And I know it's part of our mission to go there, and it'll probably be a good place to trade gems. I just thought you should know."

Do ye know how much is for yer head?

The cleric tries to keep a serious face, but as usual when some kind of acting is needed, he fails miserably.