Lurking Krog

Di'Siveks: Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

Jørmund isn't doing much either besides getting drunk.

Di'Siveks: Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

Jørmund

He mulled over Plasm's words draining his mug the rest of the way. "It is not odd to miss a friend, though not everyone will show it the same way. I will miss Arkisz as he is one of few that understand my craft and is a crafter himself. It could be that the others have dealt with people coming and going in their life in such frequency that they have learned to have processed the emotion quicker. I cannot say that with any certainty in regards to any of the others, but it is possible."

He looked back at Plasm and shrugged in response to the question about finding the new friend. "The others seemed more inclined in finding whoever this is. I do not know them and therefore they are not exactly a friend. Could they be in time, probably. Right now no."

When the server finally refilled his mug he lifted it towards Plasm. "Back home in the Northlands we often drink in memory and in honor of our friends both near, far, living and dead. Join me in a toast to our friends. May they have long lives and many adventures!" He waits for Plasm to raise their glass and starts to down his whisky when if they raise their glass.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Rickard Barriden Elf, Fighter (Eldritch Knight), Level 03 HP: 31 / 31 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Neil and Bob's Public House Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

Lynda stands over Rickard as he cleaning a sword. She drops a mail shirt down on the wooden floor in front of him "There is still rust in this mail Rickard. Grab the wire brush and start over."

"Why must I use the wire brush? I could clean this much faster with my magic." He was frustrated that he had to clean the mail again. It was the second time today he had to clean the mail, and the fourth time in the last three days. He was beginning to think that she was doing this just for her own amusement.

"This is true but you may not always have your magic. And some times it is better to clean your armor this way as it forces you to take your time. You may even learn patience and to not rush into things." A slight smile crossed her face. "Now when you are done with that meet me in the common hall. The inn keep is serving roast lamb with a mint sauce." She left the Rickard in the room to tend to the weapon and armor.

He muttered to himself as he finished cleaning the blade and ran the whet stone over the edge. "This is ridiculous, clean the armor with the wire brush. Slow down, be patient." He ran the stone down the length of the blade to quickly and slipped near the end of the edge and cut two of his fingers on his left hand. The blade and the stone fell from his hands and clattered to the floor. Rickard swore in elvish as he grabbed some cloth and pressed it to the wound. Fortunately it was a shallow cut and the blood stopped flowing shortly. Still he wrapped the cut with the clean cloth. Afterwards he started to clean the area where he had bled and resumed cleaning and oiling the blade. The armor took nearly a hour but at last the remaining bit of rust was finally gone. With a soft clean cloth he started to oil down the mail taking his time ensuring each link was well oiled.

After the gear was stored Rickard made his way to the common hall looking for Ser Lynda. She was seated near the hearth with a tall mug of ale in hand and the remains of her supper on the plate in front of her. "What happened to your hand?" She asked as he sat down at the table gesturing to his bandaged hand.

"The whet stone slipped while I was honing the edge of the blade. I was... going to quick."

She gave a slight nod and took a deep drink from the mug. "Not to serious is it? Let me see it." Her hand reached out and grabbed his before he could move. With a deft movement she removed the bandage and examined the cut. "You're lucky you didn't take your fingers off. We'll go see a healer to make sure that you didn't do to much damage."

Rickard nodded and stood with Lynda to leave the inn. In the physical realm his hand twitched some as if moving to hone a blade or scrubbed rust from mail. The night moves on around him as he continued to dream on.

Rine of the Frostmadien: Take two

I'm sorry you guys but I think I might end up passing on this roleplay. I just haven't been able to think of anything to write here and I am already very far behind.

@Birdboy

All good, thanks for letting us know. We will hopefully be around for awhile should you find the opportunity to rejoin us.

Di'Siveks: Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

Soon enough she'll just have to follow the sound of a drunk cleric shouting for more whiskey and trying to throw axes.

Di'Siveks: Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

Jørmund

The telepathic link was still uncomfortable for Jørmund. It wasn't something that he was exposed to until recent travels with Plasm. Her concern for Arkisz was reasonable as his leave was rather sudden. Jørmund hadn't put much thought to it as he remembered how big of a deal family was in his homeland. He took a deep drink of the whiskey draining the mug halfway and picked up a chunk of cooked duck from his plate.

"I don't know. He did state that it was a family matter, which could be anything. Though what these southerners call urgent family issues are different. Could be a simple matter of a relative getting married. If he needs us he will call. And we will help if we can." He took a bite of the duck, chewed, and washed it down with more whiskey. "How is his leaving bothering you?" He waved at a passing server and motioned for more whiskey. It wasn't as good as the fire whiskey the dwarfs made back home. However it was better than the weak ale they had at the last town.

Di'Siveks: Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

Just wait till she finds Jørmund drinking whiskey like it's water.

Di'Siveks: Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

Jørmund

It was a surprise that the bard knew Jørmund's story. Typically this far south of the Northlands most people thought that those that inhabited that region were uncivilized, unwashed raiders. This was true to a degree. Most were raiders, and there were tribes that were even despised by other North men. Those tribes were brutal and raided anyone that was part of their tribe. Some even ate the flesh of those they had slain in the raids.

He shook his head dismissing the highway bard and made his way towards the tent where the tavern would be. Aura and Flicker seemed intent on finding this fourth Genasi and he found little need to. Sure others like him and the other two were uncommon, even in his village there was only him and his father who were touched by the magic from the elemental plane. Being so eager to find another just did make sense to him though.

He claimed a seat close to the bar he ordered some of the dwarven fire whiskey and some of whatever food they were serving. While he waited, he noticed that Plasm was there as well sitting by themselves. Grabbing his meal and whiskey, he walked over to the table that Plasm was at. "Mind if I join you? Better to eat and drink with someone you know than by yourself. Least that is how it is back home. Less likely to end up in trouble or something like that."

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Rickard Barriden Elf, Fighter (Eldritch Knight), Level 03 HP: 31 / 31 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Neil and Bob's Public House Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

The sound that echoed through the room drew Rickard from the lucid state of near sleep. Once the smell reached him he started to mutter a curse in elvish at whomever had released the foul smell. In an attempt to rid the smell from his presence, Rickard started to use part of the blanket as a fan. He shifted in the bed to get comfortable again and return to his dreams.

His dreams led him to the first time he had met Lynda. The mid summer day was warmer than most and Ricard's father had taken him to their liege lord's hold. He wasn't told that who it was that he was to squire for just that it was a knight within Lord Cauldburry's house. The excitement of finally being deemed worthy enough to be a squire left him sleepless during the trip. It had been painful to watch other boys Rickard's age start squiring years before. When he had asked his father about the why he was not able to do so, he was told that he was not ready for it yet.

The day finally arrived as they passed through the town gates and made way up the winding street to the keep. The traveling group was made welcome and given rooms to stay for the next few days. Towards the evening Rickard was introduced to the knight he would squire for during the welcoming feast. She was a good six inches taller than him, and as muscular as many of the men present in the hall. At first Rickard thought it was a joke. An attempt by his father to cause him to give up his dream of knighthood. If it was he would prove him wrong.

When Lord Cauldburry divulged that the knight was his daughter, it was a puzzle to Rickard. It was some time before learned that it was not some ploy to dissuade him. This knight he now squired for was formidable as well as intelligent. She was able to weave magic into her blade, summoning it from anywhere to her hand. Most of his time was spent cleaning her armor, honing the blades she used, or running messages for her. When not preforming these tasks he trained with blade, axe, lance, and bow. He began learning the secrets of magic, summoning magical darts to hit a target from yards away. Or creating magical barrier to ward of what may have been a wounding blow.

After his time as a squire the ventured to towns leagues away searching for tournaments to participate in. Here and there they even helped villagers fend of bandits. Even after their marriage the traveled as often as they could. They did cease travel while their children were little, and resumed traveling once their children were old enough. Most of the trips were short, visits to parents mostly with occasional ventures to tournaments.

As time went on aging her faster than he, Rickard reflected back on Lord Cauldburry's words. His father in law knew that this would happen, and even then Rickard knew it as well. In his youthful arrogance he did not think that watching her age while he barely did would pain him as it did. Her black hair faded to silver then white, and vibrant green eyes dimmed. When she finally passed more realization came. This would be a pain he would have to endure many many more times before the end of his natural life. As these recollections passed through his dream state, Rickard stirred in his sleep muttering to nothing and no one.

Rine of the Frostmadien: Take two

As a heads up to everyone, I am going to be changing shifts at work going from night shift to day shift in a week. I am also in the process of getting my house ready to sell and will be moving hopefully in the next few months. As such my posts are probably going to not be as often. I will do my best to answer questions and keep things moving along. I wanted to let you all know incase I disappear for a few days here and there.