In reply to Kossoth Zan (msg # 511):

Ali yawns, I wold be of no help without light but if you want some of us to go so far and be your backup if you run into trouble and/or your return point we can do that.  Though you to would be on your own most of the way.

Storm replies that he can't see without light and can only be there to provide healing

In reply to Stormrider Truesight (msg # 513):

Yawning again, Ali turns the group, I am going to check on my lab then turn in, I got a lot of studying to do and prep work  It will be up early for me, I have some potions to reformulate and get the recipes for.  I'll figure out what spells would be best for an offensive position and also what concoctions I can brew for our trips.   Looks to the two going on a scouting run, I'll walk out with you and you guys can sneak out from the barn, chuckles maybe you will not be seen leaving the town and not attract any undo attention this way.

Ali will go out to the barn to inspect and set for the night his traveling lab then head back in for bed.

   OOC - Do I need to post this action or is it a given all will work out

"A quick recon of the patrols outside, nothing to close enough to get an idea what's going on there and return." Korkas states as he looks to Althiof and the others

Ali, your items are safe, one of Ostler's daughters keeps an eye out on the stables and tends to the horses and her pony. Your cart has been untouched. You are able to retire with an easy mind to the common room upstairs. The rest of the group finishes up talking about the plans, and the two dwarves prepare for the long hike, getting their gear together and daggers sharpened. The two of them meet on the streets and head off towards the Moathouse.

Everyone else decides to retire to the common room upstairs and get a good nights sleep.

Harvester, Earthday, 6th, 576CY

The next morning those own in the Common room this early will see Althiof & Korkas return. Ostler is already downstairs and the smell of breakfast is filling the common room with wonderful smells. Ostler looks to the two Dwarves and shakes his head. "You two look like you've been in the mud all night." he says.

Althiöf held a hand up to the side of his mouth, trying to speak slyly to the proprietor.  "He was in the mud all night.  I was on his shoulders..."  The dwarf added a wink.

In reply to Althiof Morad (msg # 518):

Ali awakens early as the sun is just peaking on the horizon, A trait he picked up from being on the road for so long. He sits and silently studies his spell book then his recipes slowly flipping each page as he goes.  OOC - will update spells memorized on character sheet.

Once done he will head down following the smell of breakfast.

Seeing Ostler, Ah, good morning Ostler, I hope today will be better then yesterday.  sniffing the air, Ah that smells so good, When you can, once breakfast is cooked, I'll take a morning light mead and some eggs and bacon with bread. and sets out 4 sp Will that will cover it?

Noting the two dwarves, Oh, out having your monthly mud baths I see, chuckles and winks at them Go clean up and get a few hours of sleep, then once the group is all together we can figure our next plan I think.

Korkas laughs at Althiof's comment "Ostler where is Nulb from here?"

Turning to Ali "May not have the time. We should discuss what we know and go from there."

Ostler pulls out a small map from behind the bar and lays it down across the counter top. "Well, here is Hommlet, Nulb is right over here, The Moathouse is right here, and the Old Temple is here. http://thruxus.shadows-angels.com/ADnD/HommletArea.png You folks heading to Nulb, better watch out it a haven for outlaws, bandits, and who knows what else. Most folks avoid Nulb if they can, often spending more time along the road going around that awful place." he says. "I used to know the old owner of The Waterside Hostel, Before he was killed and someone else took the Hostel over." he adds.

The Door to the Inn Opens

The door to the Inn swings open and a bear stands in the doorway, no wait, nevermind its a man. Ostler looks over towards the door and gives a soft chuckle. "Folks I think Jaroo's bear is alive." he says jokingly.

[Feel free to enter, Doran.]
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The planks of the Welcome Wenchs floor groaned in protest as the first applicant of the morning made his appearance, and lingered there near the door as he looked about the place for any sign of those who had posted the notice.

He did not have to look long, the map, the stout folk, the dangerous look about them. They were not mere farming folk, that was plain to any with the eyes to see it.

Doran himself however was not nearly as impressive. Aside from his sheer physicality, his weather stained tunic and the notably light pouch at his side did not mark him as the stereotypical sell sword.

When he locked eyes with the first one to meet his gaze, he gingerly removed his cap and held it at about chest level with both hands as he approached, one thumb worrying at the fur on the rim. "Beggin yer pardon sirs" he rumbled in his deep bucolic parlance. "Would you be them what left that note on the board outside?" he turned at the waist and gave a slight shake of his shaggy head towards the door.

Korkas looked over from where he stood near the bar at the man, his eyes moved up and down the man studying him "Aye, I was the one that posted it. Ye big that's for sure but I ain't seeing weapons and armour on ye."

Doran nodded to Korkas as if he had been expecting a question along that line. "They're out in my wagon Master Dwarf, and I can fetch'em for you right quick if you'd like. Didn't want to be spookin the locals ye'see. Armed strangers comin into town and what not." he took half a step back, obviously ready to go do just that if Korkas indicated so.

"Aye, I'd like to see what kind of warrior your are." Korkas mutters out as he leans against the bar looking to Althiof and Ali for their opinions as well.

Doran was gone for about the span of a minute, before he ducks carefully back through the door with his arms full.

In his right hand, held by the balance, was a particularly sturdy example of a the humble bardiche. The shaft was maybe around five feet or so and capped with iron at the back end, while the thick crescent blade was probably over two in itself, and secured by a socket to the shaft at the base. Many such examples had been issued to local militias all over the region in days past.

It was a brutal, if graceless, cleaver on a stick. The well used edge was gleaming and fresh even if the rest of the blade showed evidence of some rust spots, especially in the hard to reach places.

His left arm, bent close to his chest, had a equally rust spotted chain hauberk draped over it, with an orangish sweat stained gambeson beneath. While the shirt was old, the rings were of good quality and it looked like it had held up well. Probably more importantly, it looked like it would actually cover most of the man, at least down to his knees or so.

He picked his way through the tables back over to Korkas. "Here'ye are sir. They've seen some years to be certain, but I'd wager they've also seen more action than many of the shinyer pieces you'll see carried here abouts." he look down at the shirt as he spoke, then looked up. "They was my fathers once, passed down some time back." he offered them up for inspection to any who were interested.

Korkas looked the items over slightly, well they look used at least. "Well get it on. Ain't do no good in a pile in your hands." Korkas states as he signals to Ostler for some food and water.

Ostler gives the Dwarf a nod and goes behind to the kitchen and him and Vesta walk out with some breakfast. "Today we have some fresh eggs, sausage and pork bacon, Fresh bread and honey mead and goats milk." he says.

Vesta smiles when she sees the group. "I wanted to thank you for what you all did for Spugnoir, he was very lost without his spellbook, and ever since you were able to bring it back from the goblins, he has perked up, and him and I have." she blushes. "We've started seeing one another. But I wanted to thank you for bringing hope back to him." she says.

Korkas nods at Vesta "Glad to be of... service. Hope he don't go making a habit of getting knocked out by gobo's though." as he takes the plate and slides it in front of him, placing a gold coin on the table.

Hearing what Avesta says, Storm breaks into a smile. "It's good that out of a misfortune comes much fortune for him and you."
Turning to his friends, he asks where should they go to today

While the applicant was retrieving his gear, the locksmith looked to Korkas and mumbled something.  [Language unknown: "Ore ac redstrpre nd nculce waos wecano un.  Peer outicande ilofho ee yinleswassetmen ro ta Ulpeus, pris Evelatate, m ro Utckev."]

When the human returned (no description, so I'm guessing a human), Althiöf observed the lengthy weapon.  "That's quite a large weapon you use," although he thought it was probably better at reaping grain.  "You have a name?"

"Ostler, I'll take some of it all, but pass on the goat milk."
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In reply to Althiof Morad (msg # 531):

Ali smiles upon Vesta, So glad to have helped a fellow out and you too misses.  May you two reap the benefits fro our success.

Turns to Ostler, rubbing his hands, yum my good man, a portion of it all sounds great for breakfast.

AS the lumbering male enters, then talks to Korkas then goes out and back in with gear Ali sighs as he is asked what he thinks.  Well, he has a weapon, armor and a willingness to fight then I am for him joining us. Chuckles,  We all need a fellow to be up front and do some of the heavy fighting.  of course as long as his armor fits and his weapon is sharp he will do. Then eats his breakfast,

"Yes glad to have a warrior Else I have to end up fighting,"'stormmsays

Korkas looked to Althiof and gentle nod that he understood as he finished his breakfast. "So what kind of fights ye been in, big guy?" Korkas asked as he slid his empty plate away and downed his drink We got a wee bit of trouble in this town that needing to be cleaned up and can't have ye running soon as things go down

Doran slipped the gambeson over his head and began to tie it as he answered Korkas's question. "I'm called Doran sir, Doran Kron as I'm from the Kron Hills out west ya see." he explained as he cinched up the sides.

"I've never been to war, not truly, but I've been mustered a few times. Been with the militia since I was a practically a boy, and I've fought bare handed some for coin in my younger days. But if yer askin if I ever killed anybody, I haven't." he shook his head slowly. "Not squeamish though sir, some men do need killin, and other things besides, I know that." he added with confidence.

The chain shirt came next and fell heavily about his huge frame. A little tight around the middle maybe, but it was certainly serviceable. Even with the bardiche in hand and armored as he was, he still looked like a peasant, but maybe the type of peasant a horseman might avoid if it could be helped.

Well rested Kossoth came downstairs and spotted the overly large man speaking the others.  He let a critical eye pass over the man and how he carried the bardiche while wearing the mail.  Walking up to Ostler the wiry human wore a mix of loose dark robes and light interior sashes with the cloth bound closely against the skin by thin leather strips in only a few places that would make the spear he walks with easier to wield, and an unusual one it is with tips on both ends.  Upon his head is a bound shemagh keeping his dark hair under wraps. What is visible on his face is a series of tattoos uncovered by the facial hair he wears and the unlikely but characteristic violet eyes that say his ancestors were likely Suliose.  His sand bitten face, while not ugly, could really could be called nothing more than ordinary offered small nods of acknowledgement to those there and only a slightly larger one to Vesta for the help they provided, "I would have some as well friend Ostler.  Your wife is a magnificent cook..." shifting his gaze over to Korkas and Doran he added, "...and what do you think of Ogres friend Doran?  Bugbears and goblins?  Have you dealt with any of them before?"