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Barrin rolled over and cracked open an eye at Zym. He studied her for a few moments before snorting and rolling back. "Ye may not have meant ta, lass, but there be folk that don take ta kindly with people messin 'round in their 'eads. As fer havin ye, well, if'n ye can roast our enemies without roastin us, I be happy. Outside of that, time be tellin the truth and all." He stretched, then released his grip on his ax as he stood up and shook himself awake. "So, what's fer breakfast?"
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She turns her head back toward the dwarf, smiling at his question - only to realize that she doesn't believe him to be asking out of humor. Her smile quickly erodes. Zym reaches hurriedly into a sack, knowing that all she has are dried seeds and fruit - hardly the sort of thing you'd offer up to a hungry dwarf for breakfast. She looks back up into his eyes with sincerity and replies:
I... I'm not sure, Barrin.
Do you have anything you'd like me to cook up for you? I can cook.
She pleads as she places more wood on the fire - blowing it gently into flame once again
All I brought with me are trail rations, that I doubt you would find very appetizing.
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The hob looked out of place sitting in the large chair, staring into the fire at the One-Eyed Cat. It wasn't so much that the chair was too big for his small frame, but rather his attire; he was wearing what was obviously a brand new set of leather armor, darkened to reduce any reflection, and of course the bare feet. He had ordered a mug of ale, but apparently he was not here to quench his thirst. Every time the door opened and another patron entered the tavern, he’d look up eagerly, watch for a few moments and then return to gazing at the fire.
DM edited: The inn doesn't have a bar, that's in the adjoining tavern.
added - LOL Thanks for cleaning this up for me ... I obviously spend too much time on another server, which shares certain Greyhawk elements. 
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The trip was long, among many unknown people. Yes, complicated, but he must travel with the rest, be part of this so called caravan. However, he has a hunch, a feeling that something is about to happen, but can’t explain or even understand what. The trip is erratic, heading towards a keep, though slow, and that is not a good idea, endangers the group. They are too self confident, but no one is really safe, not on these lands, especially with such low numbers.
When the night falls they camp, he makes the first watch, then goes to sleep, tired and aging to close his eyes. A mistake, barely hears something that awakes him, but it is too late. The caravan is under attack, taking his blade steps out of the small tent to face the enemy, but didn’t see it come… feeling his head explode everything turns dark, his legs fail him and feels the hardiness of the ground as his body hits the floor.
When the sun rises the scene is different from what should be. There are few bodies scattered, some blood, but the rest of the caravan disappeared. There was never an attack, on the contrary, from the beginning was a trap, wrong band to hang around, betraying some of the travellers in the night. He is still unconscious; perhaps they gave him for dead or just left him to die from the wounds. He wasn’t the target; for his positions are still with him, but to what avail… will he recover… survive?
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Rand wakes from a night of dreams to hear a womans voice as she offers to cook.
"Hell yeah, get to cooking already!"
Rising up from the ground, he notices how some of the group seem to have fallen asleep where they were. He thinks back to how he just fell asleep, crikey, he barely drank anything last night, why the heck would he not set up his bedroll and just sleep on the ground. He looks with interest at the half dressed woman scurrying around the fire. *eyebrows raise*
"Who are you? And where's Rynn?"
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Grumni sat cleaned the dried kobald blood from his axe with a smile.
"This is more like it, frogs and willow were never going to get me Moradin's praise."
The blood removed he went about sharpening the axe's blade.
"They'll be causing the locals no more trouble that's fer sure."
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200 xp for: Anders Soth , Rosietreats, tampamac2002, mannedoc, Dave O, Gulfwulf
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The party is back at the keep and some have just finished showing the orc map to the scribe/wizard D'Amberville.
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Two dirty looking men sat by the side of the road a half day's travel from Kendall Keep. At first glance they appeared to be beggers, however, a closer look would reveal daggers in both their belts. They looked to be taking a rest on a journey between towns but in fact were watching for any passing traveller that might be a likely target to be waylaid.
A man come into view, thin, with long black hair flowing loose, wearing a robe and a cloak, carrying a staff. He was striding purposefully down the road as if he had an appointment to keep. The two men shifted in their positions and readied themselves as if they might try to intercept him. As the man in the robe neared, the two men stood up and walked casually into the roadway.
"Howdy stranger, can we trouble you for a moment?" said one of the men.
The robed man slowed his pace and glanced warily from one to the other.
"You see, we were wondering if you might be in a postion to help us," said the second man.
"That's right, you could help us by giving us something you have that we don't, " continued the first man.
"Aye," said the second man. "A donation of gold would do right nicely."
"Agreed Brother, " said the first man. "You look like you could spare any gold you might have on you."
With that, the man in the robes waved his free hand and a badger appeared out of thin air and set to immediately attacking the two men. This was quickly followed by a couple of bursts of magical energy that struck each of the men in turn. The robed man then grasped his staff in both hands and joined his badger companion in the melee.
The suddeness of the attack proved too much for the two men and they fled the roadway for the safety of the nearby woodland. The mage smiled slightly to himself as he watched the two men been chased by the badger. Adjusting his gear, he continued down the road in the direction of Kendell Keep.
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Grumni muttered in annoyance as he left the scribes shop.
"Orcish? I coulda guessed that. Less use than a goblin's armpit, know-it-all scribes with their book learning."
He scowled and kicked a small brick down the road in frustation then set off at a brisk pace (for a dwarf) with the others of the group trailing behind.
"Hmph, best try that Martin or whatever's he's called in the baker's next, though I don't hold out much hope after that nonsense he was spouting about cultured goblins or some sort." He announced to the world in general. Taking an abrupt turn he entered the bakery, mouth watering at the smell of baking cakes despite his grumbling. The dwarf thrust the blood smeared paper in a clenched fist towards the startled inhabitants.
"What are yer knowing about these symbols," Grumni demanded. "I'll be having one of the cherry pies while I'm here too."
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Barrin looked around in wonder at the size and scope of the keep. 'ow these 'umans can be livin under this sky is beyond me, he thought to himself. Dad did be tellin' me 'umans be different, I just didna know how much 'till now. The dwarf shook his head and started towards the bakery, only to be pushed aside by Grumni. "'Ey, lad! Where ye be goin in such a rush?" Getting no response from the obviously agitated dwarf, Barrin followed him as quickly as he could.
He entered the bakery in time to see the other dwarf waving around the bloody piece of paper and demanding a cherry pie. "Oi! I be havin one of those as well."
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Brother Martin smiled as the Dwarves stomped in and took the dirty piece of parchment from the priest and studied it for a moment with a slight frown.
Perhaps you could enlighten me as to the circumstances surrounding the acquisition of this document?
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"Wf ownd thum wkundz inna Oykcav." The dwarf commented, his mouth full of an extraordinarily large slice of pie.
The human looked puzzled. "Huh? sorry I don't speak kobald."
Grumni's eye's bulged and crumbs burst from his mouth causing Martin to squeal. "How dare you sir! Yer need to get yer fool ears cleaned. I said we found them markings in an orc cave. It was fulla dead orcs too, not that I'm complaining. Who ever had done fer 'em was already long gone." Barrin nodded in agreement.
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Rolo gave a little cough to gain the attention of the man who was studying Grumni's copy of the markings found in the orc cave.
"To clarify, we discovered these markings on the floor in a rather out of the way portion of an orc cave. All the orcs within the cave had been slain by someone or something well before our visit. Master Grumni here had the good sense to copy the markings in the hopes that perhaps someone can make some sort of sense out of them."
Rolo flashed a sheepish grin before adding, "Just thought that might be helpful..."
And turning toward the Baker, "eh, you don't have a nice mince pie ready per chance?"
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Barrin nodded in agreement while licking his fingers clean. "Aye! Don be stingy with them pies, lad."
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Brother Martin nodded and examined the parchment a bit more.
These orcish scratchings here are shamanic symbols for death goddess and temple. I don't know what the others mean. Was there a shrine in the caves? Perhaps the orcs worshiped such?
He hands the parchment back.
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Grumni belched loudly.
"Death goddesses eh? Didn't look like no temple to me mind." The dwarf absent-mindedly picked some crumbs from is beard.
"Thankfully yer pies are better than yer advice. My compliments to the chef. I've had enough of this prattling, I'm off for a beer." He snatched the paper from Martin's hand and headed for the inn.
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"A Death Goddess! Does this goddess have a name?"
"A cave full of dead orcs and a drawing of another cave that seems to be the shrine of a Death Goddess ... coincidence?"
Rolo's eyes widened and he momentarily forgot about pies.
"I don't think it was a shrine where we found these markings ... more like the chief's private quarters I'm thinking. But, perhaps there is more to that cave than we saw; which really wasn't all that much actually."
"Let me see that drawing again Grumni ... wonder if there is anything recognizable showing where the entrance may be located or at least something to narrow down our search?"
"... but, I'm not certain we want to run into whatever it was that killed those orcs -- not without knowing more about it I'm thinking."
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Brother Martin shook his head,
I'm afraid I'm not all that familiar with the local orc tribes and their deities. Perhaps chaplain Abercrombie might be able to enlighten you more, as he's resided here for some time now.
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