In reply to Bear (msg # 130):

Amiri smiles as she looks at the warrior.

Hi, I am Amiri Flamestorm, bound by Pact to Kossuth. May our adventures be bright and colorful.

Someone reports that there are no more Redbrands at the pub, so no one will come looking for these six ruffians, at least not till morning.

They can be locked in the cellar without any problems, though it probably wouldn't hurt to have a guard. They probably won't stay unconscious the whole time.


Anybody who needs rest during the night can get it.


Morning rolls around and Carp is already there, cleaning the floor and tables as you begin showing up.

She'd never caught any wyrms from rising early, but then she'd never gone wyrm hunting... on an empty stomach at any rate.

Without a horse to tend to, she was outside going through her weapon maneuvers. Some monk had once told her it was called 'kata' but she didn't speak whatever language that was. She just knew it was important for a warrior to practice with her weapons, to remain limber and flexible.

She spent about a half hour at practice before heading inside for a hearty breakfast.

"G'mornin', Carp!" she calls out to the Halfling lad. "You're up pretty early!"

Mithra soon finds she's not the only early riser. The burly man soon joins her outside, though politely lets her have her own space. He walks several paces away, then kneels, facing the rising sun. He withdraws his greatsword and holds it aloft with both hands.

"I give you thanks for all you do. For obstacles and smooth roads, too. For challenges that make me grow, and all the pleasant things that show. That you are looking out for me, I thank you Ancients. Blessed be!"

He bows his head then stands. Like Mithra, he spends about the next half hour going through basic attack moves with the large weapon, honing his already impressive skills.

"May I sit with you," he asks Mithra once back inside.

In reply to Bear (msg # 134):

Amiri sits at a table and pulls out a candle lighting it. Then staring at the candle she speaks.

Lord Kossuth, tend the flame of my life. Light my paths and purify any evil in me.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 16:28, Mon 07 Sept 2015.

Maldor had discovered some scraps of meat and picked at them to satisfy his morning hunger. A small moan of satisfaction emerged from him. A normal bystander would figure that approaching him at this moment would not be a good idea.

But soon the half-orc was finished. He scanned the room for his awakening teammates.

"When go get bad humans and teach lesson?" Mal asked with a surprising innocence.

Ero emerges from the cellar where he was guarding the prisoners.  They stayed rather sedate after he conjured up a ball of flame and explained to them what a fireball would do in such a confined space.  He hadn't yet relearned how to cast Fireballs but how would they know?

He spots only Amiri in the tavern.  She seems to be talking to a candle.  He looks around, hoping to spot someone else.  No luck.  He sighs and goes to join the hot-tempered half-human.

"Good morning to you, Maid Flamestorm.  May I join you?"

[Maldor's still in the tavern, now finished with his breakfast. I bet he could eat more, though.]

Serena is sitting nearby, strumming her lute and in general creating a pleasant, breakfast-y ambiance. Beside her is a plate of food and some juice she got for free from the inn's owner. Between songs, she would eat some and drink some before starting another. The lute songs were more slow placed and relaxing, given it being breakfast time and all.

So you're saying Serena hasn't finished her epic song/poem about defeating the bugbear king and the goblins yet?

ooc: Ha ha not yet. She's going to wait till after the redbrands and THEN make an epic poem when we next have downtime here.

Artem comes inside after being outside doing who knows what. He is a little sweaty and breathing hard, but he's in a good mood.

"Mornin' all, what's for grub?" he asks as he leans on Serena's table and absentmindedly begins to reach for one of her breakfast tidbits .

Rested and having prepared his spells for the day Cunaar too joins the other for some breakfast before they set out. He will mention one thing, if he sleeps a few do not hit them until after they are tied.
"Breakfast is delicious, compliments to the cook."
Besides some small talk he is all ready to go.

"Pretty much whatever you want," Mithra answers Artem.

"Ham and eggs, fruit and nuts, porridge, bread and honey... even flapjacks and jam, if you want 'em. I think the cook was expecting us to be hungry when we got up!"

"Everyone sleep okay? Ready to go kick some bad guys?"

Lureene enters the tavern, having slept at home; she has traded her red dress for a fine suit of mail with a crimson surcoat, complete with a shield at the effigy of Sune Firehair. Her elegant mace is looped at her belt.

"I am ready, Mithra! Let's go bring some good into the world."

In reply to Lureene Raventree (msg # 145):

I am ready now. Amiri comes down the stairs her personality warming the room before she arrives.

When Mithra snubs him, Bear just shrugs his shoulders and sits anyway, helping himself to the food present. Over breakfast, he introduces himself to those he hasn't met yet.

"Might we stop by the local mercantile establishment before heading back out into the wilderness?  There are a few items I'd like to purchase."

OOC: Sorry; didn't mean to snub you, Bear. Just didn't read the posts back far enough. :-(


When Bear asked if he could sit with her, Mithra had nodded assent, but the large man seemed to have missed it. He sat anyway, which Mithra thought was a good sign.

Out in the field, so to speak, you had to anticipate what your allies were going to do as much as you needed to predict the enemy's actions.

"Pleased to meet you, Bear. I'm Mithra," the warrioress replies when Bear introduces himself.

"What brings you to Phandalin? Most of us here were hired to bring some wagons to town. I think we were hoping for adventure. We've already found some. We're about to go find some more!"

"Adventure? Pray tell, did I hear you say you say were seeking an adventure?" says a human male, sitting at an adjacent table. He is wearing Scale armor and has a mace at his side. A shield with an emblem of a burning candle over an open eye rests against one of the table legs. "Do you have room for one more? I've been looking for adventurers. I'm handy with this mace and know a spell or two that might be useful."

"Another willing soul? I recognize the sign of Deneir. You'd be one of his priests then? I can't speak for aught but myself but I'll gladly let the cleric of any goodly god join our band", said the priestess.

"Well, as I said last night," he says between bites, "my friend Reidoth asked me to meet him here. He said this place could use my services. As I came in to town, I heard about the troubles these Redbrands were causing and figured that might be the reason."

"Well, both of you are welcome to join us in thrashing these bullies!" Mithra said to both Bear and Kyler.

"I hope you are ready, cause we were just heading out."


She stands up then, grabs her shield and weapon, and walks back out of the inn, following young Carp.

Bear finishes a couple more links of sausage before stuffing a biscuit in his mouth as he gathers his gear and heads out following Mithra.

Kyler leaves a couple of silver on the table and quickly follows after Mithra and Bear.