Anon on :
Sorry for the small amount of detail. My memory is a bit shady before Uzarag.
Monday, December 8. 2008Recap part II
I grow weary of this winter. After the morning meeting our group scatters to the wind. Orrik continues to be taught the dwarven style of blacksmithing. (As well as the experimentation he has been helping them with in the field of pies.) Our resident mage appears to be building a guild of local mages. I am unsure of the others, I myself return to the woods each day. I am becoming quite adept at moving through various landscapes. [We roleplayed my ranger learning Undaunted Stride.] As I vault from tree to tree and rush over frozen tundra my mind returns to the past.
Orrik continues speaking of this world as we walk the halls of this keep. It seems that these men have saved this town before. I say this as it explains the pies that sit on every table. Hundreds, if not thousands of pies, sent by thankful townsfolk. Baked with love and admiration by hand or bought from local bakers. The Cardinal that I am introduced to has many things to say about what this has done to the local economy. (I mull the things Orrik has explained over, as he drones on about them.)
The reason for Heavens rupturing into separate pieces. For my transportation to this mud ball of a world. It was the fallen, it has to be. Not content with their place in the Order, they ripped it all to shreds. But... perhaps it was not the fallen who sent me here. I conclude to discover the reason I am here as the Cardinal winds down. Whatever the reason, the fallen will pay for what they did. The Cardinal seems more interested in the gold I have with me then he is in me. Orrik tells me that it is considered of some religious importance here. I give it to him as he promises me that he will use it to get us some proper money. (It may seem foolish to some, but I am a soldier not a quartermaster. I have not the wit to deal with more than my own small needs... and perhaps some change for a brew.) After the pleasantries the Cardinal voices concerns over villagers being attacked by, some sort of half man half beast creatures. When nightfall draws near, (As that is when these aberrations seem to appear.) we go hunting. As we set force scouring the city streets Orrik notices children on the roof tops. Calling out he quickly barters for their services. In exchange for free pie everyday these young ones agree to help us search the streets. It would appear that Orrik, barbarian though he may be, is not unwise to city dealings. Catching a loose stone my foot slides farther than expected. I recover though it isn't as smooth as I'd like. I pull my wandering mind back in. The hour grows late, time to return to our lodgings. Trackbacks
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Anon on :
Sorry for the small amount of detail. My memory is a bit shady before Uzarag.
Radar on :
As I was not there at the telling, this seems like quite a lot of detail to me. Good job so far.
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