Teal at the Fireplace
Clavel
Clavel looks up from his whispered conversation with Christian.
Out loud, he says to Christian, "Please accompany Craelan and check out our
wagons." Lowering his voice slightly as to not bring attention from the
townspeople, he adds, "The weapons in the wagon should be securely covered
with a tarpaulin to keep curious eyes away. Make sure it's done. And when
ye come back, ye may join us by the fire if ye're interested in my
story. Ye pass the invitation to Sir Craelan as well."
Christian and Darrin
Christian bows, and says, "As ye wish, Milord." He then turns and heads to
the bar, and speaks with Darrin for a minute. Darrin nods, and eyes bright,
cheeks flushed and grinning from ear-to-ear, he takes the hand of the young
blond waitress and guides her over to where you are all seated.
Darrin bows quickly, and clearing his throat, says, "Milord, this is Sandy.
She's from Yronry and she wanted to meet you." Sandy curtsies properly,
and taking Clavel's hand she kisses the back of it demurely.
Christian frowns suddenly, his eyes gone wide, and he hisses quickly
to Darrin, "Not now, Darrin." But it is too late.
Darrin continues, with his chest proudly puffed out, "There are room upstairs,
Milord, where you can get to know one another. I have taken care of all
the details." He takes Sandy's hand and holds it out towards Clavel.
Clavel
Clavel shakes his head in amusement. "Boys will be boys." He then looks at
Christian a bit sternly and asks, "Was this your idea? Setting me up with her?
Wished to surprise me, eh Christian?" He glances at the waitress and looks back
at the youth. His demeanor is serious and sincere.
Christian is aghast and rapidly shaking his head from side-to-side.
The lord then turns to Sandy, withdrawing his hand, and says, "Well. I must
respectfully decline the offer, Sandy. The boys were meaning well, but I'm just
not interested. Thank ye."
Darrin, Christian, and Sandy
"But, Milord," Darrin says. "I have heard many wonderful things about Sandy.
You would have a great time..." he trails off perplexed, a bit of a frown
falling upon his features.
Christian says quickly, "Well, Darrin... if Clavel is uninterested than perhaps
Sandy will show you the town, or something like it."
Darrin blushes a bright red with eyes bulgings, "Oh, no. I couldn't..."
Sandy laughs out, interrupting the young squire, "Och. Do you think any of
the girls would charge our little virgin here for his first time. We've been
waiting a long time to make this one a real man."
Stunned Christian just stands there, glancing at Darrin, who stands with
shoulders and head hanging low, and looking like he wished he were ten
miles from the entire town of Yronry.
Clavel
"There will be no showing Sandy the 'town' tonight, lads. I'm sure she has already
seen 'it'." He grins very slightly at the implication, but quickly grows stern again.
"We've got much more important things to take care of. Have ye forgotten, Squire
Christian?" Clavel raises a stern eyebrow. "Didn't I tell ye to accompany Craelan?
WITH - Darrin? And then whisper to take 'care' of our wagon?" His tone is a bit
sterner than before.
Christian nods curtly, "Yes, Milord."
"Off with ye now, squires." The lord waves the boys off to work, but adds, "This time
Darrin is in charge. He'll decide what the necessary 'improvements' are." He claps
Darrin on the back, "I'll want the important report as soon as possible. No more than
fifteen minutes. Off with ye." He nods to the door where Craelan departed just a few
moments ago.
Darrin
Darrin pale and obviously embarrased can't even find words to speak, and only bows
to take his leave, when Christian reminds him. As the two young men walk to the
door, Darrin's head is shaking slowly from side-to-side, and Christian is saying
something to him.
Zeptha
Zeptha places a hand over her mouth to muffle a giggle. "I'm sorry. He is my cousin,
but he is very naive when it comes to women. I apologize to all of you, and to you
Lord Clavel."
Clavel
Clavel nods goodnaturedly. "Well. All men are naive to a certain degree when it comes to
women. Darrin is just... a few more degrees more naive than the next one, I guess. No
harm done." A warm grin spreads across the handsome lord's face.
Andrew
>Andrew watches wide-eyed this curious exchange of words. "It seems Darrin is very popular
>around here," he says. "Well, Lord Clavel," he says, turning to Clavel, "you convinced
>me. I think White Templars is a good name to our group. Let's do our best to change the
>cosmic balance towards Good and to destroy all the forces of evil we can find."
>Andrew lifts his mug. "A toast to the White Templars - may we bring Good to
>this plane and all others!!"
Clavel
>Not having a mug, but not needing anymore drink, Clavel simply smiles and chimes in,
>"Here. Here. To the Whites!"
Sarij
>Sarij raises a glass to join the others, "To the Templars."
Calador
I get ready to go Town. I tell Clavel I need some coins. I tell him for the good of this
town and for the poor. I kneel and ask for a small bag of coins.
Clavel
Clavel turns around, when he hears Calador say he needs some coin. Seeing Calador getting
on his knees, shocked, he exclaims, "Friend Calador! Off thy knees! I'm not thy liege lord
for ye to need do that!!" He pulls the paladin off his knees.
Giving him a friendly slap on the arm, he says to him, "No need to do that, friend. I'm
sorry, but I haven't more than two gold pieces in my purse. Darrin, our caravan master, has
been entrusted with the coin we gathered this day. I suggest ye go look for him in the
stable and have him divide it into equal shares. Ye can take half of my share, which I
gladly give to thee," he knocks once on the paladin's breastplate to emphasize this, "to
donate to this pleasant town."
Calador
"It is my custom to kneel before a Leader or a warrior or priest. I come from a humble land.
Where kneeling is part of respect, I shall bow then if you please."
Clavel
"Then we must both bow, Sir Calador. And hopefully, shall not... bang our heads." The priest bows
graciously with a smile directed at his fellow warrior.
A few minutes later
> It seems only a few minutes later, and Christian hurries in the door
> and over to the fireplace where you are all seated, except for Calador
> and Clavel, bobbing up and down to each other.
>
> He waits till he is noticed by Clavel, and then begins, "Milord. Darrin
> and Craelan, well...." He stops and taking a deep breath, he says,
> "Darrin is not well, and Craelan will bring him in when he feels
> better." His eyes as he speaks, shift towards the comforting blaze
> and then to the floor.
Sarij
>Now fully up Sarij is aware of the situation with the health of Darrin. "This could
be one of two things in my mind, either poisin, which is less likly, or the dirt an
filth of the Orcs could have caused him a desiase. We must find someone who knows
more of this." He is now standing with his hand firmly placed on the table, and a
concerned look upon his face.
Andrew
>Andrew stands up, worry in his eyes, and turning to Clavel says: "It must be some
after effect of our battle with the orcs. Darrin might be hurt. Do any of you have a
healing spell available? Or should we look for a herbalist? Christian, tell us
exactly what happened!!!!!
Christian
>Christian looks up quickly, and says, "Oh, no honorable mage. It is no wound from the
>battle. He..." the youth hesitates, "I think it has more to do with beverage...
>consumption," he finishes awkwardly. "I would have attended him, Milord, but Craelan
>instructed me to inform you," he trails off again.
Methos and Clavel
>Methos smirks at Christian's last phrase. "Well, Clavel, as you say, 'boys will be boys'.
>I'll go out and help Craelan bring our lord back in. I have this great recipe for defeating
>excessive beverage consumption which I've wanting to try."
Lord Blueheart watches the worry amongst the group in silence, thinking, "This group shows
much promise. All are so worried for their companion," while knowing all along that it must
be either the embarassment or drink that had given his squire problems.
When Methos repeats his words, he smiles and shrugs as if saying, "Hey what did I tell ye?"
Then clasping the wild elf by the arm, he says, "I think I'll go with ye, Methos. I've
herbalist training myself."
Methos walks out of the inn with Clavel by his side, mumbling something about eye of newt,
wing of bat, tails of snake... you see Clavel cringe and then, the two herbalists walk out
the door.
Andrew
Andrew can't avoid smiling at Darrin's problem. He remembers that night in
the inn at Daggorford. "It seems this problem is quite common around these
parts", he says
Sarij
Poisoned, striked with desiase, drunk, who can tell the
difference, come to think of it I wish I could.
Andrew
> "Well Christian, now you've proved there won't be need to spill food all
> over you anymore. Don't worry, I won't turn you into a frog anymore. Let's
> drink this last one to that", he says, with a large smile to the boy.
Christian grins at that and inclines his head slightly to Andrew.
He lifts a mug, but only takes a small sip. "Please, I hope none of you
make fun of... Darrin. He is just younger than I, and he only wishes to
make a good impression on his new, Lord. Milady," he continues bowing
to Zeptha. "I can only say that he was also very worried about your
feelings in this matter...he spoke much of this entire affair early
this morning. Your support will give him confidence. I remember my
first experiences trying to be so perfect and do everything just so,
for my parents... it seemed everything I did was wrong."
Zeptha says softly, "I think I understand now. But thank you for your
concern...say....earlier you mentioned Ross. You did mean...Ross Marquet,
did you not?"
"Yes, Milady. I had the honor of meeting him in the prescence of
my parents. He is a fascinating man, though I am sure he would not
remember me. It was a meeting a year ago, concerning a summer campaign,
he led his forces in conjunction with the harpers to hunt down
many trolls and other vile creatures that were summoned to Dragonspear
Castle. Our efforts combined stopped them from coming too close to
Waterdeep." With a sigh, Christian holds up his cup and says, "To
your new Lord, Milady." He drinks deeply, as Zeptha takes a sip of
her wine.
The Drunken Squire
> You, Clavel and Methos, come upon, Darrin with his back to the tree, pale with
> Craelan just coming up to him.
>
> He moans seeing Craelan, and then as the other two appear in his vision, Darrin
> grabs his head with both hands, and bows his head low, and looks anywhere but
> upwards.
>
> Craelan
> Seeing Clavel approach, Craelan walks up to Methos " Perhaps we should let
> these two talk, I believe Darrin is feeling about as bad as he can."
>
> With that Craelan walks the few paces toward the stables, out of earshot yet
> unwilling to leave them completely alone. He surveys the street and his
> immediate surroundings.
>
> Clavel
> Clavel kneels by the youth and seeing that he is indeed intoxicated, rises
> again and walks over to a clump of freshly cut grass that was cut for the
> nearby stables.
>
> Clavel gathers some babysoft green grass and walks back over to the youth.
> Withdrawing a glass flask from his pack, he stuffs the grass into it. Uncorking
> a waterskin, he fills the flask with water. Then, unsheathing his dagger which
> is stored in his boot, he proceeds to mash the substance into a gruel. Corking
> the flask, he mixes it thoroughly with both hands and then, uncorking it,
> sloshes the substance down Darrin's throat without further ado.
>
> All the while that Clavel works, Darrin frowns slightly, but sits there
> silently, not saying a word. He grimaces just seeing the gruel, and a purely
> horrified look comes over his wide-eyed countenance as Clavel forces him to
> swallow it. He tries to fend off Clavel, but Clavel is twice his size, and so
> as he gurgle, "Ungh, no... plea....yuck," the gruel goes down his throat.
>
> For a second, all the youth can do is make a face like he bit into a sour lime,
> and then Clavel tips the boy away from himself, and holds the boy while he
> heaves up his guts..... again.
>
> "There ye gooo! Lad. Get it all out!" Clavel tilts the boy toward the ground.
> In a crouch, beside Darrin who leans against the tree, he looks sideways and
> winks at the two men standing a few yards away. He turns his attention back to
> Darrin. "Ye'll feel much better, now lad."
>
> When, Darrin is done, he twists his head to glance at Clavel and says quite
> loudly, "Oh, Milord. That was awful."
>
> Clavel grins wickedly, knowing well of the foul taste. "'Twouldn't work if it
> tasted good, now would it? Ye'd want to keep it all inside." The warrior priest
> gives a chuckle and turns to look at Methos sideways to say, "Eh? Didn't even
> have to use thy special Newt's eye, Bat's wing, elf delicacy to do the trick!"
> He smiles and laughs heartily.
>
> Darrin whispers something under his breath to Clavel and looks up at him. He
> then seems to speak a bit louder, shaking his head morosely.
>
> "Well. Didn't ye?" Clavel gives Darrin a sly wink and playfully slaps him on
> the side of his head as he rises to stand up. Looking down he says, "It happens
> even to the best of them, Darrin. Nothing to worry about." Seeing that the boy
> shall be sick again, he steps swiftly to the side.
>
> Darrin fights off the urge to be sick one more time, saying fiercely,
> "No....No." But it is no use, as he doubles over again.
>
> Methos
> Methos watches the scene with feign interest. "Mmm, perhaps I could use the
> herbs as an aphrodisiac on Sandy back at the inn. What think you on that,
> Darrin. Ye think she might like to spend a night with an elf?" As he enjoys
> the goodnatured ribbing of his employer, Methos is scanning the surrounding
> streets and buildings along with Craelan, waiting for Darrin to complete his
> tasks.
>
> Darrin
> Darrin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and looks up bitterly, "No,
> Milord. I did not wish to." He stands somewhat shakily, but with head held
> high, he states sharply, "I wished only to give you a gift...to make you happy,
> for all you have done for me. Instead I have embarrassed you once again, and
> in front of these august warriors." He then looks sharply at Methos, and says,
> "I think if you plan on a pleasurable night with the woman, you should not use
> this awful mixture on her. I heard from many of my former companions that she
> is... a...wonderful woman, the best in town," he says turning a bright shade of
> pink. "I thought only to show my gratitude, lord," he says bowing his head.
> "Nothing more."
>
> Methos
> Methos gives Darrin a pat on the back. "Well, it was a gracious gesture toward
> Clavel, and I'm sure in his own way, he surely did appreciate it, and might
> have even been tempted to accept. But since none of you wish to accompany the
> lady for tonight, luck smiles upon this humble elf to enjoy the company of the
> sweet Sandy. Until the morrow." With that, Methos walks back to the inn to
> find the beautiful Sandy.
>
> Clavel
> Clavel only smiles at Methos's words. As the elf walks off, he says to Darrin,
> "Come. Craelan will check on the wagons and I'll help ye to a bed. We'll enter
> through the backdoor if ye'd like." He helps wobbling Darrin walk, ready to
> twist the boy away, in case... ...that happens.
>
> "Craelan. Will ye please see to the wagon? We've got a cache of weapons in
> there and they should be securely covered with a tarpaulin to keep curious eyes
> away."
>
> Clavel then leads Darrin away, hoping that there is a backdoor.
>
> Craelan
> After surveying the street and surroundings, Craelan re-enters the stable and
> finishes with the wagon, ensuring everything is secure. On his way out he finds
> the stableboy and flips him a coin, " There's another in it for you if you come
> and tell me if anyone takes too much interest in that wagon or any of our
> horses, No heroics now, just come and tell me if anyone goes near it." After
> finishing with the boy Craelan enters the common room and strides to the bar.
Methos
Methos walks up to the bar, taking a seat next to Sandy, and turning to
> catch her attention. "Hello, my lovely. Let me be the first to say
> that Clavel's mind is too clouded by Tempus to see the true beauty
> before him. I am Methos, at your service," bowing slightly. "May I
> have the pleasure of accompanying the most beautiful woman in Yronry
> tonight?"
Sandy
"Well, good evening. You are one of Darrin's companions aren't you?"
she says with a smile. "We always look forward to seeing him. I
don't remember you though, or most of these others. But Darrin did
say that you had run across orcs and had a very dangerous time since
Daggerford. And I do like your fancy words, Methos the gracious.
I would love to spend the evening with you," she winks.
Sarij
Well in his quest to learn more about every cultur in the land he
sits up at the new conversation and listens closly. He is still
tired from his wound and lack of rest he is silent and remains an
observer.
Craelan to Barkeep
> "Perhaps you have some rum lying about, the old kind I hope?" If so Craelan
> will have a cup and approach the fire, settling his cloak behind his shoulders,
> and untying his raven hair to let it fall about his shoulders. His gaze locks
> on the flames dancing in the hearth.
> The bartender sets you up with a bottle of rum, not of antique
vintage, but the bottle shows some sign of age, and a glass. He nods
and goes back to wiping down the bar.
> Craelan's gaze falls away from the fire and a faint smile appears on his lips
> as Methos guides the young lady from the bar. Then turning to the remaining
> companions " Perhaps we should get about setting a watch, I believe Calador is
> elsewhere in the town, Methos will be indisposed for a while, so he can take
> the last watch perhaps with Calador, I would like to take second watch perhaps
> with Clavel, Andrew and Valimar perhaps you'd like first watch. If this is good
> here is what I propose, A chair should be set in the hall upstairs, in full
> view of the lady Zeptha's room, one man should guard that post."
>
> Craelan lowers his voice so only those of the group may hear him, " Also, there
> is a tree outside the inn that is a source of deep shadow, one man could hide
> there and keep his eyes trained on Lady Zeptha's window, above. This may prove
> to be a dangerous spot, but I believe if we are secretive enough no-one will
> know we are there, and thus the danger is gone."
>
> "Any ideas?"
>
> Sarij
> "I have been resting during dinner and so I would be happy to take
> first watch, and guard the lady."
>
> Clavel
> His deed done, Clavel walks down the stairs to find Craelan suggesting a watch.
> "Aye. 'Tis a good plan. I'm worn from today's fight, so I must apologize and
> promise thee to give ye my tale another night. If ye don't mind, friend
> Craelan, I am worn and would rather sit guard in the hallway. Please awaken me
> when it's time, Andrew." With a nod to his companions he walks quietly back up
> the stairs to one of the rooms prepared for the group's shifting watch."
The Watches... And the Mornining of the 25th of Tarsakh
The Watches go quite well. When Andrew goes to awaken Clavel for his
turn, he is met by Christian at the door of one of the guestrooms. He quickly
informs Andrew that Lord Blueheart asked him to take his watch, and thanks him
for doing a good job.
In the morning, a huge breakfast is ready and outdoes the meal some of
you had in Daggerford. Clavel and Darrin are not yet present, and Zeptha inquires
of Bryn, a soft spoken young girl, who serves you this morning, how much further
Waterdeep is. Bryn informs all of you that it is a day to a day and a half away,
according to how fast you travel and if you have any trouble at all.
Zeptha grins at all of you, and says, "Well good. Perhaps we can rest
one more day in this lovely village. My beloved does not expect me until
late the 27th. The festival begins on the 28th and on Greengrass, right before
the 1st day of Mirtul, we are to be wed. So we could stay here one more day,
leave early tomorrow and be in Waterdeep late the 27th. That would be just perfect."
Methos
Methos sits down for breakfast to recharge the energy spent from last
night. Between bites, he says, "Staying another day in this town would
be quite enjoyable. I would like to explore the town a little and learn
of the surroundings."
As Methos says this, Darrin and Clavel make their way down the stairs
and over to the table. Darrin looks slightly distracted, but is quick
to hold the chair for Clavel, and quickly brings him a hot mug of coffee.
Clavel
"Good morning all. Trust ye all slept, well?" Clavel politely greets his
companions. "Milady," he bows to Zeptha before taking a seat.
>
> "So... it's been decided that we're staying." Clavel cocks his head in
> surprise at Methos.
>
> "Well... anything interesting to be seen here, Darrin?" He takes a sip from
> his hot mug of coffee and looks at Darrin inquiringly. You notice that he
> still hasn't shaven his face and now sports the beginnings of a truly
> dashing beard and mustache.
>
> Darrin
> Darrin looks up, quite surprised to be addressed, and after considering
> the question for a second, says, "Uhm...I thought we were going to
> Waterdeep. We could push it and get there late tonight."
>
> Zeptha
> Zeptha laughs out, "Darrin, another day won't hurt us. We are not expected
> until tomorrow late. A day of rest is called for. Especially after
> yesterday."
>
> Darrin
> "But, I thought, I mean. Shouldn't we make sure that you are there
> by tomorrow. If something happens on the road tomorrow, we will be
> late, and Ross," his voice catches on the name. He shakes his head
> as if to clear it, and continues on, "He will be worried. Better to
> get there tonight and he will be much relieved."
>
> Darrin finishes and glances towards Clavel first and then to everyone
> else. "There is nothing to see here anyways. Farms... cattle... A
> great place for me, yes, but for any of you. Waterdeep calls..." he
> trails off.
>
> Zeptha
> "Now, Darrin. I wish to rest," she says petulantly, folding her arms
> across her chest. "Clavel," she looks to the priest. "Did we not discuss
> this yesterday?"
>
> Methos
> Methos looks at Clavel for an answer to Zeptha's questions. "Although
> I would love to stay here for another night," Methos explains as he
> looks around the room for Sandy, "I thing Darrin has a point. If
> we have any delays on the way to Waterdeep, then we would surely miss
> Greengrass."
>
> Clavel
> Clavel shrugs with a wry smile and excuses himself, "Milady, can be very
> persuasive."
>
> He adds with a knock upon the table, "But I do agree with Darrin's logic."
>
> The priest then turns to Zeptha and says cautiously, with eyes
> unconsciously lowered, "Darrin's right, Milady. We'd possibly run into some
> trouble and then you'd miss thy wedding."
>
> Sarij
> Slowly creaping down the stairs, exahusted from yesterday. "Am I
> too late for breakfast?" Still rubing his eyes, and larthargically
> moving towards the table.
> Darrin
> "No, of course not...here, Sarij," Darrin says holding a chair for the
> late comer. Darrin looks up at Zeptha, and says softly, "There are
> other things I must do... last minute loose ends, so that I may join
> Tempus's ranks. I would rather leave today... within the hour."
> Darrin bows to everyone, and heads for the door.
>
> Andrew
> "Good Morning to you Sarij. We are deciding if we stay here or move out of
> town. Well, Templars," he says with a smile. "I think we should respect the
> wishes of our young employer, after all he is paying us to get them to
> Waterdeep. Let Darrin and Zephta decide, I say."
>
> Andrew turns his attention again to the inn's excellent bread and waits for
> the groups response!!!
>
> Zeptha
> "Well, I suppose. You are all correct. We will go when you are ready."
> She sits quietly while everyone else finishes.
>
>
> Clavel
> Clavel asks Darrin in a low voice, "Where do ye think our weapons would fetch
> the higher price? Here or in Waterdeep, Darrin?" His eyes inadvertently go to
> Zeptha as he sips his coffee.
>
> Darrin
> Darrin glances towards Zeptha as well, following his Lord's gaze, and
> quickly says, "None would buy them here, Milord. They are gentle folk
> and have no cause to bear arms." Darrin then looks back at Clavel
> and says softly, "Truly Milord, in Waterdeep, better to go there."
>
> Methos
> After breakfast, he will go outside to check on the wagon.
>
> Craelan
> Craelan, silent thus far, finishes his breakfast, pushes his chair
> from the table and stands, " Perhaps I will join you in checking the
> wagon, Methos. If the rest of you will excuse me, Darrin, I will await
> your orders as to whether we are leaving or not." With that he departs
> the common-room and heads for the stable.
Sarij
While eating his breakfast Sarij sits back and coments "well today
is my day of rest so I can at full tomorow to Waterdeep."
Darrin
Darrin looks up surprised by Sarij's comment, and says, "I am sorry, Sarij.
Was there a reason you desire to rest here in Yronry. Tomorrow you can take
your leisure in the greatest city in Faerun. Of course, you have probably
been there before."
Christian
"Come, Sarij. We are both commanded still by the words of my mother, Agrardon,
to see the Lady Zeptha safely to Waterdeep. I think that my newest friend
has the right of it, to continue on today, lest any further ill befall us on
the road ahead." With that Christian stands, and clapping Darrin on the
back, pushes him gently towards the door, saying just loud enough, "So... did
you last night... you know... are you now a ... man."
Darrin's cheeks turn immediately to a dark crimson, and he quickly strides
out the door, saying, "No... Christian...."
It seems that Darrin wishes to be on the road, and soon you are all finished
and although Zeptha seems not overly joyous, she smiles and leads you
outside to where Craelan, Methos, Christian and Darrin have the cart, carriage,
and horses awaiting you. Darrin sits on the carts bench with the reins in his
hands ready to go.
Sarij
> "My appologies I was under the impresion that we were going to rest
> here and then countinue, but no problem a rest can wait, duty comes
> first."
Clavel
> Clavel mounts his shiny black horse and calls out to Craelan,
"I trust the wagons are intact. Aye?"
Methos
Methos mounts his grey mare, and after rearranging his saddlebags to a
more comfortable position, spurs his horse forward. "Craelan and I have
checked the wagon and carriage. I will scout ahead." Methos annouces
to all as he begins to put distance between him and the rest of the group.
He will ride about 100 yards in front of the group, and will stay within
sight at all times.
Craelan
" Indeed Clavel, everything was in order. Methos, I'll join you soon."
With that, Craelan ties his hair back and spurs his horse forward, with
the group. Later he is seen to speak to Zeptha. After which he rides
forward to join Methos.
Darrin is not very talkative as you ride, and seems quite distracted. Even
Christian tries to speak to him, but his prescense startles Darrin and he
quickly shakes his head, denying the friendly offer.
Clavel
Clavel nods to the two, "Aye, that's good." He then swerves his mount over
to the left side of the wagon and speaks with Darrin as the group heads on
its way.
The road is long, and stretches far before you, but knowing that Waterdeep
is somewhere ahead and can possibly be reached tonight, you are all loath
to not continue on well past the sun's setting. It is only a couple
of hours later and you begin to make out the outline of Mount Waterdeep
and the tall spires of some of the more magnificent structures in mid-city
against the waning Moon. The road slightly curves to avoid the massive
harbor and leads to the South Gate.
The Gate is blocked this late at night, but Darrin gladly pays a couple
extra gold for the gatesman's inconvenience, and you are inside the
City of Splendors.
Darrin guides you with his words through somewhat crowded streets.
Early revelers for the festival soon to come. Darrin leads you to a
massive stone structure, some two stories high with a corral and storehouse
at it's side. Darrin asks you to wait but a few minutes, and soon after
going inside, he returns with two boys who are maybe twelve, who take the
cart and carriage around to the storehouse. Minutes later, a light
tan colored horse is led back to him, just saddled, and Darrin quickly
alights, flips a coin to each boy, and then he is off, leading you back
towards the west side of town. He calls out, "I'm sure Ross, I mean...
Lord Marquet will be happy to find some empty beds for all of you for
tonight. I'll see about your pay tomorrow, and I'll see to it that if
you are looking for something in particular in town, you will have no
trouble finding it. Festival starts day after tomorrow."
He rides quickly, and the farther east you go, the nicer, more spacious
the homes appear, with parks and peaceful areas becoming more prevalent.
It seems you ride straight to Mount Waterdeep, and then taking a fork
to the left, just another mile up this more secluded road. You come
to a mansion right up against the base of the mountain. You are stopped
by a closed iron barred gate, a circle with nine spikes, each ending in
different small symbols done in Gold set square in the middle. On either
side of the gate, thick white walls stretch to the far ends of the estate,
their ends trail out of your sight.
Three figures hail you, two are lean, muscular humans, one young and the
other obviously a man who has been in many campaigns, and the third is Tag.
"'Bout time, ye showed me bucko," calls out the older one. "Yer friend
thought ye might show tonight." He and the younger human, begin to pull
open the gate to allow you entrance.
Tag whispers softly, "Tis good you are safe, Darrin." Darrin nods and
leads the way onto the estate. Tag steps forward to shake hands with
the youth, and there is a noticeable hesitation before Darrin reaches out
to the Drow. It does not go unnoticed by Tag and the dark one peers up
at Darrin somewhat curiously. "Ross, is not here, Darrin. He left
earlier, not believing that I said you would come tonight. But Faron
is here, and rooms have been set aside." Darrin nods, and walking his
horse next to Tag, you are led up to the house, more like a mansion, proper.
You dismount, and two servants are quick to come from the side of the
house to see to your horses, and Tag leads the way up the stairs onto
a massive porch, and then knocking gently, he pushes the door open.
A blond haired man steps back in surprise, and as each of you enters,
he begins to introduce himself after first bowing and kissing lightly,
'The Lady Zeptha's,' hand. "I am Faron-Du-Lac, Lord Marquet's aide-de-camp.
Anything you," the words catch suddenly at the sight of Clavel, but then
he continues as if nothing were amiss, though he looks askance at young
Darrin. "You are welcome in the Lady's new home, and should you need
anything at all, you have but to ask. I will have food brought to the
dining area, but first, clothes will be laid out, and bathing water brought
to each of your rooms. If you will follow me." He leads each of you to
your own room, and a servant is set at each of yours disposal. Darrin
enters one of the first rooms on the second floor without Faron showing
him it's location and Tag slides into the room with him. Faron shows
each of you to a room, before heading down a separate hallway with the new
Lady of the House Marquet.
Clavel, Darrin, Tag
After they are shown to their rooms, Clavel decides to have a talk with
Darrin and thus leaves to find him and perhaps Tag.
Being that Darrin entered the first room on the landing, you are
quick to make your way back there. Knocking on the door, you are
surprised as it immediately opens, Tag on the other side. He faces you
impassively, and then looking to a young servant who is standing
opposite the door, Tag says swiftly, "Have Faron send for Lord Marquet
instantly if he has not done so already." As soon as the servant
hurries off, Tag peers back at you, and finishes, "Though I would
imagine that has already been done."
Tag steps back inside, but leaves room for you to enter, though
he says nothing in the way of invitation.
Darrin stands near the bed, his back to the door, slowly pulling
off his travel grimed tunic. His head is slightly bowed, and since
the door opened, you noticed that he had yet to notice you.
"Tag," Clavel nods at the drow in greeting and strides past him.
Your voice startles Darrin. He turns quickly with a vocal yelp, and
immediately drops his tunic back over his head.
"Darrin? Did ye notice the look Faron gave me? Have any idea what that
would be about?" he asks Darrin, but looks to the drow for an answer.
Darrin begins to nod, but it is Tag that says quickly, "Ross has no love
for priests in his house. Especially those of the War God. Faron probably
thought that perhaps he should just throw you out on your ear, and I can
only imagine that it is because you are with Darrin that he did not."
"Aye. I thought such," Clavel nods, a tint of sadness in his voice.
"I'm sure that compared to how I feel right now, Ross will tear this house
down once he hears that you have persuaded Darrin to join your church." Tag
says this impassively, but from the wide-eyed look that Darrin has on
his face, you might think that Tag is a little upset.
"DISS-uaded him, to be precise," Clavel corrects him quickly.
"I think, I shall respect the household's wishes and find other sleeping
arrangements. Though... for the life of me... I do not understand why Sir
Marquet would not welcome one of his own into his house."
He bows slightly to Tag and Darrin, saying, "I hope ye'll be so kind as to
send my kindest regards to the Lord. I shall be at the Temple if he or anyone
else should need me. Please, tell the others where I'm to be found, lad." The
priest then turns on his heel and opens the door.
He hesitates half-way out and adds quietly as an afterthought, "'Tis a pity
that we priests are so wrongly viewed by some." He then looks up from the
floor and nods to the two, "Peaceful night."
Darrin rushes forward to grab your arm, and try to turn you back around
while crying out, "No. You must stay, Milord. I need you," he adds softly.
Tag growls, "Darrin! What has happened to you out on the road? And you,
priest, what do you mean dissuaded. If you are so sure you are in the
right, why do you not stay and say your peace to Ross. Darrin has
already said that you believe Ross to be his father, should you not stand
beside him now? It is no wonder I have little use for cowards like you,
who seek to stand behind a God's protection while others serve their every
need. But now, you have led Darrin down a path and you will not stay here
for but a few more hours to see it through."
"Tag," Darrin interrupts forcefully, "Do not speak to him like that. This
is an honorable man,... and... and I hoped you would be friends."
"Friends with one who would steal you from me," Tag states softly.
"Priests of Tempus, cowards???" Clavel snorts. "I think not, elf. At least not
this priest that stands before thee, but thou wouldn't know... would thee,
assuming elf?"
He turns to face the drow and looks him directly in the eye. "I but only wish...
to respect Lady Zeptha's new lord, Lord Marquet. 'Tis only good manners to not
impose upon him and his lady as an unwanted guest. Ye have implied thyself that I
am unwelcome in thy midst!"
"Yet now ye deem me fit to stand beside Darrin," the tall priest shakes his head
at the irony.
"And yes. I did dissuade him. On the ride from Yronry to here, I had a talk with
him. Told him of how Tempus... yes, Tempus himself, in the flesh, spoke to me...
told me about Darrin's father. Told me even... that Darrin is in grave danger,
here in Waterdeep. He also commanded me to guard the lad."
Clavel holds up a hand, "No. Let me finish! Did thou really think I would leave
him in danger?? No. I planned to spend the night nearby... alert and watchful. He
has been chosen by the Lord," he pauses, "by his own father it would seem, to
play a very important role in a ritual, OF which," Clavel stops Tag's rebuke, "ye
have know knowledge of whatsoever, elf."
He explains, "I had offered to be mentor to Darrin, for he had confided to me
that he was sad with his present life and had always wished to serve Tempus. He
even had our Lord's medallion to prove it. But when I discovered that Marquet was
his father, I stepped aside, saying that I would rather see him ride as squire
beside his 'own' father, as I once did beside mine own."
Clavel finally says with great disdain, "From the outset, I have been brandished
a snake and slaver. Now - I have no wish to listen to insults anymore. Darrin is
a strong, lad. He needs no one beside him when he confronts his father. Ye should
know this as his closest and dearest friend, Sir." With a frown, he moves for the
door once more.
Darrin looks nowhere near prepared to meet with the Lord Marquet and Tag scowls
to see him lower his head. But softly, Tag says, "I long suspected it was true.
I knew Anders was not your father, for I had never seen this woman that bore you
before, but it took awhile to understand who your father was. But it was for
him to tell you, Darrin, not I." Darrin glances up at Tag curiously, and then
he nods in agreement with his friend. "As to a God speaking thus, you know I
place no value in Gods and their desires, and Tempus is a sore subject in this
house. He gave you the medallion, but he was not happy to do so. And since that
day many years ago, Ross has not served this God, of that I am sure."
"As to riding beside him, yes, Ross has been asking him for a couple of years,
but now when he is tossed from the house in but a few hours, where will he go
to find you. He knows where I will be, right by his side... but you, Priest?"
he says staring at your back.
It might be too late anyway, as just down the stairs, you hear the door open
and shut, and a servant calls out, "Milord. Tis good you are home."
"Where is Faron?" says a melodic, yet strong voice.
Reaching the door, Clavel turns slowly around and says, "I SAID - I'd be nearby. And
ye should be grateful that Tempus warned us of Darrin's danger, Elf."
Frowning, with a worried expression upon his face, he steps back into the room and
asks Tag quietly, "Darrin, tossed from the house? What do ye mean?"
"Do you know nothing?" Tag looks at you askance, and for the first time emotions
rage across his features. "Have you heard nothing I have said? Ross no longer
serves your God. Whatever happened between Ross and Tempus, lies foul between
them. And you think that Darrin chosen by Tempus for anything would have Ross's
blessing. All hell is about to break lose in this house, and it comes up the
stairs right now."
Darrin still stands at your side, intently listening to every word that his old
mentor says, as footsteps can be heard on the staircase.
Trembling, Darrin steps out through the door into the hall, and stands directly
> in front of a man that at first glance can not be related to him at all. But as
> Darrin bows, you note the fiery sharp, emerald eyes, amidst lean, angular features,
> a hawk nose, and jet black, fine combed hair.
>
> Looking right over Darrin, Ross's eyes piercing as sharp as any blade, his clear voice
> shouts out to the warrior behind him, "CJ remove this offal from my estate." His
> words are directed at Clavel.
>
> --
Craelan
Craelan gets up from his bed leaving his shirt on the bed but grabbing
his sword belt, he walks to his door and opens it looking both ways.
CJ
> CJ draws out his sword and heads towards Clavel...
Craelan
>> Stepping into the hallway as he finishes buckling his belt, Craelan
>> asks calmly, " Is there a problem Milord?" Directing his question to what
>> seems to be the lord of the house.
>
> "Darrin, best we leave. We are seemingly unwelcome here," Clavel says whilst looking
> the lord in the eye.
>
> "I was just on my way out," Clavel says loudly, yet without any emotion, and walks
> briskly past Marquet, black cape billowing behind him, without giving him a second
> glance.
>
> Cj says, "I think you are wanted to leave... don't make me hurt you. I'm not in the
> mood to fight with you." CJ holds his sword near his stomach. He glances down at
> Darrin then back to Clavel. "Are we coming? Tis not the day to draw blood."
Craelan agrees with Clavel
>Speaking up Craelan approaches the scene, " Lord Clavel, perhaps we
>should leave, we could sort this out later." With that Craelan stands
>firm awaiting reactions, hand on hilt and dagger.
>
>CJ SEES CRAELAN AND STAND GAURD WHILE I MANUVER BEHIND CLAVEL.
Craelan
Craelan raises a hand in warning, " Lay not a hand on my friend, this can
be resolved."
Clavel
> The strong, tall warrior priest gives CJ a hard look and a curt, "I know the way," as
> if warning him to not even consider touching him. He merely brushes the sword out of
> the way and walks past the oaf.
>
> "Christian!" he calls out for his second squire. "We leave this estate immediately!"
Clavel to Craelan
"Indeed, my friend. I was doing just that," the priest nods grimly. "Call the others. We
leave this household immediately."
Christian pokes his head out a door, and immediately reaches for his sword and
halfway unsheathes it...
Darrin suddenly finds his voice, stepping in between Clavel and CJ. "Father, I
will not allow you to treat Sir Clavel like this," he says tremuously turning his head
towards Ross. Christian looks on wide-eyed, and Tag who still stands in the
doorway wears a slight grin on his face.
The effects on Ross are immediate and stunning. He does not even note that Zeptha
has now entered the hall. "Darrin," he says softly. "CJ, sheath your weapon."
Ross puts up a hand to the warrior in a sign to tell him to back away. He then
grabs Darrin by the shoulders and turns the youth to face himself. "I wondered if
you would ever find out. I feared you would one day run afoul of one of Tempus's
own and that you might hear a perverted version of the truth, I'm sorry that I could
not tell you, but we agreed... Anders and I. It took great effort to find out what
became of your mother, who she left town with so long ago. And it was not I who
found out, but Laeral, she who used to lead The Nine. She alone found out the
name of Anders Miyar and who left town with him." He trails off, his features
pained and guiltridden.
Zeptha clears her throat to speak, but Ross looks up at her quickly, and realizing
where he stands and with everyone looking on, etiquette born of years of practice
emerge and he says to everyone, "My apologies. This is not how I would greet my
only son. You have been invited to stay here this evening, and I am sure that
Faron would have already set the table in the diningroom below this hall. Please,
accompany CJ here, and perhaps Darrin and I will meet with you later. Priest," he
says somewhat sharply, but when he turns to face you, his feature are much softened
from his earlier fierceness. "You perhaps should stay... it seems it is what my
son wishes." As he speaks, Darrin nods quickly in agreement. "Perhaps, you
would come back into Darrin's room, and you would understand my anger at your God."
Ross then turns to Zeptha and kneeling before her, he kisses her hand and says
softly, "Milady, though I am glad to see thee safe in our home, and I know that
you must be terribly confused by all this, I beg thee, allow me time with my
son. He has waited a long time to know the truth. I will tell you everything
on the morrow, I swear it."
All Zeptha can do is nod her understanding, though in truth she looks just
as confused as everyone milling about in the hall. Ross stands, and motions
for a servant to guide everyone downstairs, while he motions for Darrin to
reenter his room.
Tag says softly, "Come, priest. You and I both would do well to hear this tale.
I have waited almost sixteen years to hear it." Unspoken on his lips is Darrin's
name, and truly Darrin has not moved to reenter the room. He is as pale as a
statue, and almost as stonefaced as the Drow, and seems almost incapable of
forcing himself to enter the room.
Clavel's features soften and the grim frown disappears. He moves to
Darrin's side and ruffles his hair affectionately. "Come, lad.
Thy father awaits ye. He wishes for ye to understand all."
>
>CJ stands confused of the tales he has heard and instantaniously, sheaths his
>blade when Zeptha enters and tells him too. As we all leave the room, I
>go up to the group and apologize for my actions explaining that all I do is
>protect Ross. I look directly at Clavel and say....."Can we talk?"
>
>Clavel nods in acknowledgement, saying, "Later," and then leads Darrin back
into his bedroom.
With this....CJ walks out of the room with the others. Thinking of the four
words that hit him........"I know the way" What could it mean?
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Craelan
> Upon the scene resolving Craelan retrieves his shirt and cloak from his
> room, and steps back into the hall, seeing Methos " Methos, I am heading
> out into the street, perhaps to find some rum, I'd love some company. I
> plan on being back in a few hours, perhaps that will give this crew
> enough time to sort out there petty differences." Craelan finishes with a
> chuckle.
Andrew
Andrew can't help but listen to Craelan's suggestion. Then he asks: "Do you
mind if I go with you Craelan? I've never been here in Waterdeep and I'd
love to explore the city. Maybe find a good tavern too, huh?"
Craelan
" We'll look for shops first, it may be late but perhaps we'll come upon
a better shop at this hour for some of your spell components or other
mage stuff! Then I want rum, GOOD rum!" and off he goes, a twinkle in his
eye and a jingle in his pouch.
A young servant nearby suggests The Humming Wench just down the street.
" Indeed good mage, let us find a tavern and perhaps visit a shop or
>two. Maybe you'll run upon a spell or two in some old shop! Come let us
>away." With that Craelan claps Andrew on the shoulder and he heads out
>the door for the waiting arms of the city at night. Ignoring any protests
>of his companions.
> Andrew
Andrew watches open-mouthed as Craelan heads towards the door. He turns to
Methos and says:"It seems Craelan is very eager to explore Waterdeep. Well
let's go Methos. I liked his idea. Maybe I can find some new spells and
some decent robes" Andrew follows Craelan. "C'mon Methos"
Methos
"The Humming Wench, aye, tis a good description of my affairs in Yronry."
Methos laughs loudly. "Let us be off. We shall see what this city has
in store for us."
Sarij
"Well I am going down to the university of magic and see if they
will let look through thier nature selection in the library. If
anyone wants to come I would love company, by the way when should we
be back?"
Andrew
As Andrew, Craelan and Methos head to the door to leave he hears Sarij
talking about the university and says: "I think the university is closed for
the night, Sarij, we are leaving to explore less educative sites, though" He
grins. "Why don't you come along with us??"
Sarij
To Andrew, "Thanks I would love to come, wow I did not realize how much
sleeping I have been doing."
You make your way out into the chilly night, and make your way to the
front gate to the massive estate. The guards look at you curiously,
but are glad to offer Lord Marquet's guests directions. Yes any university's
are closed right now... the humming wench... just down the road, they
wink at each other. We'll send around the carriage to haul you all home
at daylight, they laugh. Shops open right now... well... there's
always places to buy from down in Dockward, but you have to be very
careful down there. Better to go shopping in a few days anyway. All
the competition at the start of the festival really knocks the prices down.
But it's up to you.
Methos
"I vote for Dockward. It seems to be the better place for excitement.
>But of course, if we would like to have a taste of this rum Craelan's
>been talking about, that's fine with me," Methos says. "I wonder if
>there are any wenches as beautiful as Sandy.."
Andrew
"I think we should go to the docks as well, but we have to be very careful
there... Then we could go to the Humming Wench. Why hurry? We have all
night. I think we will find some wenches tonight Methos" - Andrew smiles
Sarij
To Andrew, "Thanks I would love to come, wow I did not realize how much
sleeping I have been doing."
Craelan
Craelan nods in agreement with his companions, an almost eager gleam in
his eye. " The docks are a fine idea, I believe ' The Starboard Squall '
had rum even I approved of, and a fine woman or two as well!" Clapping
Methos on the back he heads off down the street, the salty air guiding
his feet to the sparkling shores of City of Splendors.
Methos
Methos looks at Andrew with a puckish smile, "It seems we may
have our hands full in keeping Craelan from reliving his past."
With a shrug of his shoulders, he follows Craelan toward the
docks, knowing full well that if and when Craelan gets into
trouble, he will be right alongside.
The Story of the Starboard Squall
> You head to the docks, the smell of the sea stronger with every step.
> You pass many an inn and tavern, all with scenes of chaos and
> drunkenness, mostly because of the late hour. Glancing up side
> streets back to the east, you see many a warehouse. As you
> walk along the water's edge, Craelan finally finds a place he
> recommends, The Starboard Squall. It looks a little tamer in
> there, but then it is right before festival and you know anything
> can happen.
>
> (will post a map to everyone except for Craelan...next)
> --
> As Always
> My Sword, My Honor, My Life For My King
> Warlord Moose
>
> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>
> The Starboard Squall
>
> Food quality: average - Services/Comfort: average - Safety level: average
> Specialty of the House: Toasted chicken.
>
> [tavern map]
>
> The main entrance to The Starboard Squall is to the left; hitches wait for
> you tie your horses.
>
> The tavern has a comfortable lobby where you can wait for friends to join
> you before leaving or as you arrive. The tap room is straight ahead.
>
> The tap room has 6 tables where patrons eat and drink and warm themselves
> by the fireplace. A door leads to private room where confidences can be
> exchanged.
>
> There is another entrance through the kitchen on the side.
>
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Sarij
> "The docks are fine with me, actually anywhere is good, last time
>I was here it was only for a day but now that I have time I would
>love to see everything."
Andrew
Let's go dockward, then. I doubt we will find a decent store there, but it
seems the most fun place to go to.
Methos
Methos looks at Craelan, "Since you are more familiar with the docks,
> best ye be speaking to the natives," laughing at his little jest.
> "Don't be worrying, though, for ye have friends watching your backs."
Craelan
Craelan strides up to the bar and takes a spot farthest to the right
end. " Barkeep. A bottle of yer finest ", which naturally means rum,
here. With that Craelan drops two of his larger coins on the bar, " And
whatever my mates'll have " With that he drops another, enough to take
care of all the drinks and perhaps a few more.
Sarij
"Any spirits ya got is fine with me"
Methos
Methos takes a seat to the left of Craelan, "This rum is bolder than
some of the wines I be used to, but it does have its own charms. Thanks,
friend."
Methos surveys the patrons in the bar, looking for anyone interesting
to talk to.
Andrew
Andrew smiles and orders some rum too. "Thanks Craelan, this rum seems
great". He asks Sarij: "So, friend, you wanted to visit the university of
magic? Are you skilled in the ways of magic?"
Sarij
"I not skilled with magic, but I am interrested in it, also I figured
that they would have the most diverse collection, and the more I know
about people the beter I understand thier actions. Then I can
understand thier problems and try to help."
Andrew
"Even when I was a farm boy, I wanted to be a sorcerer when I grew up. Pity
I became one under such unfortunate circustances. But that's another
story,and a sad one, not fit for this fun time".
He empties his mug of run and asks for another. Then he scans the bar to see
if there are pretty girls around.
Methos
Methos turns his attention back to his rum. "Bartender, know ye the
location of the local Guilds?" Methos asks as he places a coin on the
table. "My friends and I are looking for some work to supplement
our income."
Sarij
Sarij looks around the bar to see if any worldly people are around,
seeing how they are close to the docks and some must be on a shore
leave for the night or so. Otherwise he will just stand at the bar
drinking his spirits, just observing.
The rum is strong and hearty, and as you crowd the bar and begin to
glance around, you notice that most of the patrons are of bronzed
skin even though winter just ended. Most of the talk that you can
overhear is of the impending good weather and many a ship's name
is dropped and it's date of departure. Trade is a common topic as
well, and this includes some trading going on with a few of the waitresses.
The customeres nearest you at the bar are relatively quiet, and
eye most of you curiously, all but Craelan it seems.
The barkeep, a stout older man, with painted forearms(tattoos), sweeps
up any lose coin in front of you and says, "Guilds, ye say. Aye, this
city be full of guilds." His voice on the word guilds gets very
high pitched and drawn out compared to his regular monotone. "What
kind of work do ye look for. The Sailor's Guild is just down the
street." He keeps a straight face for all of a second, and then
glancing towards Sarij and Andrew, he begins to laugh heartily as do
the other patrons within hearing distance.
There are plenty of folk, young and old, and several women working
the crowd looking for any that catches their eye and calls them over...
Sarij
> >Wispering to Andrew "Well I have wanted to learn of men of the sea
> >but I feel we are dangorously out of place here."
>
> Andrew
> Ah, Sarij, don't worry. These sailors couldn't handle a sea-worm in a fair
> fight. Andrew looks to the crowd. He sees a beautiful wench and calls her over.
A few men nearby look over at that remark...
Craelan
Craelan chuckles lightly, " Oh these men are far more dangerous than
they let on, but we pose no threat to them, thus we are in no danger.
Perhaps we should find a table, that would seem less threatening."
Craelan eyes a table and heads over motioning for a serving girl in the
process. " What's burning in the kitchen tonite, I haven't eaten in what
seems a fortnight!"
"That's right, lad. Best ye tell yer fren's what fer," calls out one
of the sailors as Craelan leads you to a table.
Another one calls out, "Landlubbers, the lot, I'll wager."
Methos
Methos takes his drink and follows Craelan to the table. He sits
down in a chair facing entrance door. He waits expectantly for
the serving girl to give a list of the food available before ordering.
"Not much excitement here, Craelan, for the rowdiest place in the
city."
A pretty maiden of fiery hair and eyes of bright green, hustles over.
When asked of tonight's fare, she reads off the menu by heart, " There's
still some baitfish stew in the kettle, and plenty of cheese wheels and bread.
There's one or two hens still on the spit as well. And there is always
fliunder on the grill, spiced lightly with lemon and herbs." She says to Methos
and Sarij, "And no. We don't have nothing like that Elverquisst, that
your lot likes so much. No, we have sherry, whiskey, what's strong enough to
strip the tar from between your planks,and Tashlutan RollRum, what you are
drinking already. And if you want company, it'll cost you. It's been a
long winter, and the girls are done tired of being pawed until this motley
crew can set sail again. They been here all winter and ran out of good
coin soon after they got in. So what'll it be?"
Sarij
> "Any meat ya got , and spirits for us all", as Sarij leans back in
> his cair to relax and enjoy hte attmosphare."
>
> Methos Warchild
> "Some hens and flounder for us, milady. My friends and I seek only
> good food and drink for tonight, and perhaps a tall tale or two to
> entertain us by the fire." Methos replies with his warmest smile.
> He then reaches into his pouch and spins a coin on the table. "Here's
> something extra for your troubles."
>
> Craelan
> Once food is eaten and sufficient rum drank, Craelan speaks up once
> >again " I've had my rum, this may not be the liveliest of dockside bars,
> >but we haven't been killed yet, so that is a great sign. Do any of you
> >have any places you'd like to see? I'm happy now and will follow across
> >the realms if you'd like!!"
>
> Andrew
> "This bar is pretty boring as it is. Well, Waterdeep is famous for it's
> brothels, maybe we should pay one a visit. Drink some more too... hic"
>
> The waitress is just coming up to clear your dishes, when she hears Andrew's
> comment. She says loudly for all too hear in the Squall, "Lad, thinks we're
> a bit on the boring side." Many sailors look over, and after a second to
> stare at your group, many begin to guffaw and slap their thighs or their
> comrades backs.
>
> The Bartender says loudly, "Excitement you want. There's plenty in this town.
> But you got to have nerves of steel."
>
> One sailor calls out, "The Yawning Portal... send 'em there."
>
> The waitress says, "And if you really want trouble, you should have gone
> to Skullport."
>
> "Why didn't you just go to Adventurer's Quarter, ye be such fine adventurous
> type lads?" cries out another.
>
> None seem very threatining in their comments as they all where big grins.
>
> The waitress says, "And if you want one of them house of pleasures, right up in
> Castle Ward...'Mother Tathlorn's House of Pleasure'. It's right on Gem Street,
> big place, across from Waterdeep Castle on it's North side."
Sarij
"That sounds like a fine place, the adventurer quarters."
The waitress says, "There's many good places in that area of town. Especially
if you're looking for merc work. But it's too early in the morning for that.
Rightly, I think if you look outside, you might see the sunrise," she chuckles.
Methos
> "Well, seems we've wasted one night. Let us go back to the house,
> and we'll explore the town tomorrow after we've had a catnap. I
> could use some rest." Methos remarks to the rest of the group,
> as he stifles a yawn.
Sarij
"yes now that it is dawn it is a good idea to return and get a nap."
Craelan has no problem leading you back to the mansion, of course
it helps that Mount Waterdeep is a good-sized landmark.
The guards greet you and allow you entry with no problem,
and heading up to the house, you are surprised to see
Tag lounging quite casually on the porch, though well back
under the overhang, to keep out of the newly risen sun as much as
possible.
He stands as you approach, and though you are sure his
expression is normally quite stoic, you seem to get the
feeling that he is more agitated than he wishes to let on.
As you come up the stairs, he says softly, "Things did not
go well here last night. Your friend, the priest of Tempus,
and Ross did not see quite eye-to-eye, I believe you call it.
He was asked to depart, and though he did so willingly, Darrin
and the other young man, Christian went with him. They have
gone to Tempus's House of Heroes to seek their shelter."
"The Priest asked that I inform you of this, and say that
should you need to find him, that is where he is. I can
only say, that much was found out last night, including
what I had long suspected. Darrin is Ross's only child,
and yet Darrin desires to join the church of Tempus, which
Ross has had great disagreement with in the past."
"But your friend awaits you there, should you desire to
meet with him. The other warrior, Calador, is still
sleeping I believe, but when he rises, he is seeing to
some dent's in his armor." (
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