Thursday, July 28. 2005Urfengar's Travels
As we reached the outskirts of Brindenford, we came upon Nalathisor waiting by the side of the road. I hadn't yet met him at this time - only heard about him from. . .from the others. He looked rather haggard and ran up to Jackle demanding to know where Llan was.
Upon learning of Llan's death, Nalathisor's face went through a flurry of emotions, and he started up a shouting match with Jackle. He named his brother a coward, then reached into a pouch, pulled out a scroll, and began to chant. Jackle attempted to disrupt the spell by firing an arrow at his brother, but before any of the rest of us could react, the elven warrior was morphed into a rooster. Nalathisor rode off into the busy streets ahead as we stared, stunned at his actions. I finally regathered my wits and dispelled the crazy elf's magic, restoring his brother to a slightly less animalistic state. We rode into town hoping to find the elven trickster, but the guards said they had no idea where Nalathisor had gone. I suspected the guards had been paid to keep their silence, since the rest of the party was recognized on sight by many of the townspeople. We were interrupted on our way to a local tavern by a messenger from the local baron asking us to meet with him at his palace. After some discussion, we agreed to follow the man and find out what the baron wanted. To our surprise, the baron presented us to his liege, the Earl of Blackthorne. I prefer to stay away from human politics, but I was intrigued by the Earl's efforts to reward my new friends for their efforts to preserve peace in his land. He offered them a knighthood, in exchange for oaths of fealty. At this point, we noticed that Maxwell, the little halfling had disappeared. Wanting to reward Max and sensing hesitancy on the part of some in our party, Blackthorne granted the others some time to think about his offer and let us know that he had arranged lodgings for the duration of our stay. We gratefully accepted and retired to the Prancing Pegasus.
I decided to drown my sorrows in some of the worst slop I've had in some time. By the gods I wish I'd stayed home. When the morning so rudely arrived, I learned that Kitya had decided to accept knighthood in return for the care of a grove in the vicinity. Rath and Jackle accepted the knighthood as it was offered - although, Rath was appointed an official Forester of the Kingdom. I made arrangements with the local priests to care for Thelonious' body and transport it back to Khazdor. I sent an epistle along to his parents, explaining what had happened and asking for their patience as I worked to bring his murderer to justice. Jackle made arrangements for the local priests of Heironeous to take care of Llan. The halfling showed up some time in the afternoon, and I honestly thought I'd have to perform some healing as little Maxwell's eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets when he learned he'd been offered a knighthood. He, of course, agreed, but he also told us that he'd been visiting Nalathisor, who was apparently taking Llan's death no better than I could accept that of Thelonious. After last night's binge on pig swill, I decided to lay off the drink and immerse myself in some honest work. I told the others that I'd like to set up shop and repair some equipment while we were in town. We could use the time to look for clues of our nemesis' whereabouts, and I agreed to craft some magic properties into a club Kitya had been carrying. Trackbacks
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Daboo on :
I would like to vehemently protest that Kitya did NOT in fact accept knighthood, but rather NOBLY and SPLENDIDLY refused said "honor" (spit) due to its entirely unnatural constraint on the natural order of things. The grove was her reward in lieu of the aforementioned slavery of the mind.
Ancient Of Days on :
Some people just can't accept a compliement. . .
radar on :
(chuckle chuckle!)
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