Alright then, how about you Coble? Do you have some spells that could help us here?

In response to Jornath's question, Coble ponders and then answers as best he can the cleric's query. "You know of course that I can cast spells which grant invisibility to one or more persons, especially those who would stay close to me. As to the matter of flight, be sure that I can grant flight to one or two persons, but the length of this spell is not long. I can also cause a magic sphere (Tenser's by name) which can carry up to 600 lbs, but again the duration of these magics is not great."

"I agree that we might begin by gatheriing information through scouting forays or small missions to find traps, scout a trail and see what forces our enemy possesses. With caution and care, we may gain the edge we need to succeed in this quest. The sage of Shadowdale implied that we must begin to use our talents and skills in order to know our strengths and as well our weaknesses."

Coble looks around at each, and finally at Jornath. Speaking to the imposing cleric of Tyr, the mage speaks: "Your faith, and your courage have shown themselves tonight, as have the power of your arm and blade. I sense that we must test each one of us, to find the temper of ourselves as well. Hast you or any other, an idea on how best we might begin?"

Looking around the room, he takes a blanket, lays it on the floor and sets upon it to rest himself.

"Hmmmm, I see your point. Perhaps the best thing to do is to retire for the evening, allow our various sources of inspiration to work upon us tonight, and then arise early tomorrow to discuss any ideas that have worked themselves into our minds. I for one am tired and could sorely use the reest. Let us meet in the common room tomorrow at sunrise? I guess I really should go now and tell the proprietoress about our little 'accident' here. I wonder if she'll charge me extra for the cleaning...."

Jornath quickly hoists his meager supply of things, waits to see if anyone else has anything to add, and then heads back downstairs to procure another room.

Blake, snaps out of his daze and looks around at everyone and says, "I think the first thing we need to do is remove this corpse from Jornath's room. I would say that the inn keeper will be here any minute with all the noise we made. We will be lucky not to be thrown out in the rain. Any suggestions as to what to do about the body?"

Looking at the demolished room, Blake says, "I'm going to the stables to get some stuff to clean up this mess. Is anyone going to help me?" Blake waits for an answer and heads for the door

Rondad retrieves his sword and cloak and returns Sabre to his shoulder. He follows Blake silently.

When they are out of the room he says to the ranger, "This is what happens when we spend too much time enjoying ourselves and treating an invasion of goblinkind like an attack by a half dozen drunken orcs."

Looking at Rondad, Blake says, "I think all of us have been sobered up by our latest encounter. I suggest that we leave tomorrow. We have attracted a whole lot of unwanted attention. There is nothing here for us now, but trouble". Redirecting his attention to Tallandril, Blake says,"We can head out and make our plan on the road. Less prying eyes and that sort of thing. There is no reason we can not carry out our tenative plans on the road. What do you two think?"

Looking around the stable, Blake says, "Here are some buckets and a shovel we could use. Holding up the shovel, Blake says, "In our quest to save the world, we must not forget that our responsibilities get greater not fewer."

Tallandril nods at Blake's suggestion, and picks up the bucket. Turning to Blake as he leaves he says, "There's still the matter of procuring myself a horse, though that is of lesser importance than deciding our goal. If we are still moving through woodlands, I should be able to keep up for most of the day. However, a horse will be an eventual necessity in the event a faster get-away is needed." Shrugging, he moves through the archway of the stable doors, half absorbed in thought.

Belak pulls his axe from the wall with a little effort and begins to pace around the room. He starts to stroke his beard and appears to be in deep thought. Finally he stops and speaks....

"I would like to go along on the scoutin party as a watch dog so to speak. The only problem is that I am not crazy about takin off the old armor, but if I don't, the enemy will hear me a mile away. If you will have me, I would love to go along scoutin if only to watch your backs. You guys have showed concern for me and I would like to return the same. Besides, the thought of me killin some nasties is to me likin."

Tallandril smiles at the dwarf, a devious smile, and says, "I'd be glad for your company... A whole army of orcs isn't much, but if we come across an ogre or two in additional, well. I might need someone to tell them jokes 'til I can get around to them." He grins a little, then adds, "Anyone else who wishes to come, and can remain relatively unseen, speak up. We could use all the help we can get."

Jacosa looks at the mess, wrinkles her nose and asks, "wouldn't it be easier to just find some hungry hounds or a fire brigade of water buckets?"

But she begins tol accompany any who go to retreive cleaning materials then pauses, turning back to look plaintitively around the room, "Doesn't anyone have a spell to do this? I wish You Know Who would have offered..."

Listening to the words of Jacosa, Coble is suddenly reminded of a spell which provides for just this kind of situation. Brightening up he stands and says: "I can take care of this mess in about an hour or so. If you would all be willing to go and find other lodgings and quarters for this evening." Rummaging around in his belongings, he pulls out a medium sized tome, and opening it flips through a few pages. "Aha, here it is", he yelps, and then begins studying the opened page. Waving the others away, young Coble Constantine, prepares to cast the spell that will provide an unseen servant to clean up the horrible mess in the room. If anyone comes back a short time later, they will observe a mob and broom flying around the room gathering and collecting the debris scattered across the floor or this pleasant room.

After awhile Belak stretches his arms high over his head (axe still in his hand) and yawns, causing a chain reaction throughout the room.

"Time for me beauty sleep"

The Next Morning:

Jornath appears in the common room quite early the next morning, which comes as no surprise to most. He quietly sits in front of the warming hearth and eats his appetizing bowl of gruel, washing it all down with sips of tepid water. (Hey, he's somewhat ascetic, alright? :) ) As the rest of the party files down the stairs (with some good natured ribaldry between roommates that I won't even detail here) Jornath greets all with the traditional greeting of the Followers of Tyr, "May today be a Day of Justice." Jornath finishes his meal quietly, almost seeming to brod, then excuses himself from the table, explaining his desire for a more useful set of armor.

The next morning (OOC: provided nothing else happens) Belak gets up out of bed, dresses and heads down the the stairs to see who besides himself is hungry and willing to get on the road.

"Ok guys," Tallandril says when the group had all assembled for breakfast the next morning. "We need to move before whatever evil lurks in that tower comes and finds US. Here's my plan. I'm leaving shortly, and anyone who would like to join me is welcome. I would reccommend no more than three more. Clayton, myself, and Blake or Myrage. The remainder of the group follow an hour's ride behind. I'll use Trapspringer to locate any traps or ambushes and the advance party can disarm them. I'm sure between Clayton and myself we can handle any mechanical obstacles, and the others can be dealt with as necessary. Other than the small group to clear a path, I suggest a straight shot for the tower. We can deal with the problem of getting in once we get there. I propose the advance group leave in an hour. What say you?" Having said his piece, Tallandril sits down and tears into his breakfast as if it may be his last good meal.

Jornath, after leaving the common room early and going to attend to his lack of armor situation, comes back, informs whoever is in the common room that he is going to commune with deity and heads upstairs. Less than an hour later, he comes back down with a look of wonder, excitement, and determination in his eyes. "Tyr has informed me that the way is prepared for us, but it will be up to us to do the work to get into the Red Tower. He made it known that help will be provided to us as well travel on our way to the Tower. Thus, I propose that we don't split up, but make our way as quickly, quietly, and expeditiously as possible to the Red Tower. Tyr has never failed me, help will be shown to us along the way. Having said that, we either need to wait 2 days until my armor is ready, or I can go with some lesser quality stuff and leave right now. Tyr has commanded me to Judge the Power in the Red Tower. (OOC-nice ring, eh?) I will _not_ be stayed from this task!

"What and walk blindly into a horde of evil!?" Clayton says with a look of shock on his face. "I thought that we came to an agreement that we would scout the tower and area first!" "I would agree with you if we had an army behind us, but a handfull doesnt make an army." Clayton shakes his head back and forth, "Well what are we doing, we cant even get a plan going. I suggest that a small group of three of us go ahead of the rest and learn what we can. Maybe we should meet up wioth the rest of you later." "Well?"

Jornath speaks "I cannot say but what The Lord of Justice has told me. He has said that help awaits if we will but venture forth. I will not go against the wishes of my Patriarch. Therefore, if a party goes forth, I will accompany it. Let us trust in the Arm of Law. He has seen us through so far."

Coble has sat and listened to Jornath, Tallandril and Clayton have had to say. Noting the determined looks and demeanor, Coble concludes what the others have suggested: "Well then, if Tyr has aimed us at this tower, we shall follow the direction shown. I for one will trust the word of Tyr's spokesman and am willing to go with any plan suggested for bringing our group to the walls of this tower." Then finishing the bread and cheese on his plate for the morning meal, he listens to the continuing discourse.

Having quietly sat down to breakfast with the others, Rondad looks at Tallandril and Clayton with astonishment. "Have you not listened? If the Arm of the Law has spoken who are we to go against his judgement? I ride with Jornath. Only a fool would disobey the gods."

Rondad smirks at Jornath after realizing the irony of his statement.

On the road again