Crendon's Keep

    Lester blinks for a moment as the fascinating ball disappears and light returns to the room. Briefly he wonders for a moment what exactly how Crendon did that marvelous trick, but only for a moment.Rising to his feet, or rather, dropping off the edge of his chair with a solid thump. "Might I look around at some of your collectibles?" he asks gesturing to the items that line the room. Hardly waiting for an answer he grins and begins to wander towards the intriguing collection of arcana. Peering into some strange murky jars on one shelf he takes one and turns towards Crendon while peering into its depths. "Lord Crendon," he begins, bowing deeply while still holding the cumbersome jar, "your offer of hospitality is much appreciated but first things first...Might you have some food for some tired and hungry travelers. I know that I, myself am positively ravished with hunger and I imagine the same goes for my stalwart companions. Perhaps over dinner you can tell us more of this witch and what we might expect from her..."
That said, Lester peers once more into the jar before setting it back onto the shelf and continuing to look around.

Talanos gently strokes the polished piece of wood hanging from his neck while he thinks of what he's been told. When he hears the gnome speak of food, he smiles and says, "A very good idea, Lester. And something warm to drink to wash it down with. "As the smile fades, he says, "And more of this witch. Like who is she? And does she live in a keep such as this one? And, probably most importantly, does she live there alone?"
Marta's blood begins to boil at being addressed as a gentlemen. *What! Can't he see I'm a woman? Oh, he's just an old man and not worth the trouble, I'll give him a break, this time.* Quickly, she douses the anger building inside her, running her fingers through her tresses in a soothing motion. The mention of nourishment snaps her back to reality. "Food and drink, oh I heartily agree, I'm famished!" Looking around the room, the shelves of books pique her curiosity. Deciding to save the best for last, she rises and begins to examine the workbenches first. Slowly she works her way around the room, smiling when Lester is bold enough to pick up the jar of murky liquid. Finally reaching the shelves of books, she momentarily peruses the titles before choosing one on alchemy. Pulling the tomb from the shelf, she settles herself back into her chair and begins to read.

Horst rises also, stretching his limbs he regards both Lester and then Crendon, "Indeed refreshment would be most welcome along, perhaps, with a more detailed explanation of how a mere mortal (?)", he raises his eyebrows questioningly, "managed to capture Hugin and Munin." Horst moves around the room, examining in particular the books, [OOC: He's looking for Religious Tomes on Odin] before selecting one and seating himself on one of the benches and looking expectantly at Crendon.
Crendon paws at his beard seemingly in deep thought, "Please, no need for titles here. Feel free to look about. This is my experiment room, mostly full of things that either I haven't gotten to yet or components to help me create new magics and such. Please help yourselves," as he claps his hands together the round table is covered in all manner of food and drink. The aroma of this menagerie of food is quite appealing.

Lester notes a small movement within the confines of the murky jar?!

To Talanos The witch, oh yes, well she goes by many names. If I new her real one I wouldn't need you nice fellows. Ah, (cough) and lady. As to what to expect, I really have little idea. I'm sure she has many defenses to any intrusive beings. You have to consider possible help from divine powers.

Marta's book has ancient arcane script that only a read magic will give a clue to its meaning. Opening the book a tiny creature darts out from within the covers and stands before her on the table looking upset, howling at her in some unknown tongue, shaking a finger at her. At only a inch tall, it has four legs, a gator type mouth and lizard body.

Crendon peers over in Horst's direction, "Indeed, you may be right about that. Outside forces are likely." Horst finds a book that covers a span of time that can only truly be defined as guess work or legend by the author. One passage reads: "As the light brought forth the covenants of man so did it bring forth the rage of hell. Of those who break the sacred oath, be lost as the Serpent that flounders in the sea of fate."

Marta jumps back in surprise as the tiny creature emerges from the tomb
she is reading. Quickly however, she regains her composure and scoops up the cute little guy. Cupping her hands carefully so he doesn't fall, she bites her lip to hold back her laughter as he howls and shakes his finger at her. "I suppose I've disturbed you, huh? Crendon, just what is this little guy trying to tell me?"

…to Marta concerning the tiny lizard…

Crendon scowls slightly and assumes a teacher to student lecture kind of voice, "You do understand the workings of a spell book. Most wizards are prone to protect, at least in a moderate way, their most sacred secrets and formulas. The projection (he indicates the tiny lizard) is simply there to ask you a question concerning the text before you. If you can quote the correct verse or rhyme you may be able to get access to the spell. Or not, you may be blown to pieces if it is rigged like many I have seen.

Talanos watches the little creature as Marta picks it up. When he hears Crendon
speak of Mages protecting their spellbooks he nods and says, "That is the reason I leave the possessions of a mage alone. The traps they leave tend to be bad and not very forgiving to those that trip them." He then reaches a fork over and spears a chunk of beef from a plate and stuffs it into his mouth, still watching Marta as he chews.

Gillian wishes to cast his 'Unseen servant' spell and have it retrieve a book on the region the party has been asked to visit. He wishes the book to be left near the corner he has been 'hiding' in.

The Unseen servant attempts to obey your command, but can't read and has no concept of distinction between words, assuming you meant all the books you start to here crashing as a random books start falling off of the shelves and get 'pushed' or 'pulled' to your location.

"What an amazing little fellow." The soft voice comes from the short and withdrawn fellow who has rapidly moved into the closest corner away from all the 'big' folk.

His curiosity piqued, Gillian moves over to Marta's side to get a better look at the tiny creature. His small face moves close to the creatures tiny one. "Hmm. Perhaps you are some kind of sprite or pixi. I have had dealings with your kind deep in the heartland's of the Black Forest. Greetings, Brother!" Gillian holds out one of his fingers to
the small creature in a gesture of friendship.

Gillian looks at Marta and smiles shyly "The little fellows are easily
scared and intimidated by bigger ones. I'm Gillian. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He shyly hold out his hand in a gesture of friendship.

Away from any of the group in the room a book mysteriously falls to the floor with a loud *smack*. Watching curiously, you see it then being dragged over to the area Gillian and Marta are standing.

The diminutive lizard figure is meanwhile still jawing profusely at Marta.

Crendon backs away nodding in Talanos direction, "Quite astute young man."

As the book nears the location of Gillian it veers off into a dark recessed corner and moments later you hear another loud pop as another book plummets to the floor.

Talanos picks another piece of beef off the table and stuffs it into his mouth and starts chewing. When the book falls off the shelf he stops chewing and looks in that direction. Rising from his seat, he backs away from it and his right hand rises to the hilt of one short sword. He looks to Crendon before drawing it then looks back at the book. Shrugging, he lets his hand fall from the weapon and watches silently as whatever is to happen unfolds.

When Crendon clapped his hands and the feast appeared Lester had quickly made his way to the table, his curiosity with the books and various Arcana forgotten. He was somewhat cautious about the spontaneous generation of the food but after a few bites he decided that if this were illusion it was beyond even Uncle Mixle's skill. Quickly filling a plate with all manner of meats and pastries, especially pastries, Lester began to eat with an appetite that even the mighty Cronar had to admire. Although he seemed preoccupied with his food he kept an ear and an eye on what occurred as Marta and the small figure confronted each other. Taking a break from eating, he turned halfway to Marta, a sugar coated pastry in one hand and a skewered piece of mutton in the other. Pointing the hunk of mutton at Marta he says "It's true Marta, be wary of that tome. My Uncle Mixle used to use such wards against prying eyes. Once I picked up a tome that was much too advanced for me and I triggered a ward that made me lose my appetite for a whole week! It was truly horrible!" Lester shudders remembering the experience. He pops the pastry into his mouth and sighs contentedly, the experience forgotten . Suddenly books began to fall from the shelves and slide around the room. Lester's eyes bulge momentarily and he once more drops from his chair. He begins to walk towards this new intrigue and suddenly remembers the table laden with food. Looking back towards the table, then towards the sliding books and back to the table again he sighs and skewers another piece of meat before walking towards the shelves and Marta.

Marta only half hears what Crendon is lecturing her about. How silly of her, how could she forget such a basic principle? The excitement of finding the tome overtakes her sensible side. Trembling slightly, she places the little projection on the table, the hair on the back of her neck stands on end. Ignoring the nagging feeling that she should simply return the book to it's place on the shelf, she rummages through her belt pouch and produces a crystal prism. Remaining seated before the book, arcane words pour forth from her lips, sounding almost musical. All the while her fingers look as though they are dancing in the air. Her ritual complete, she peers hopefully into the book.

Marta smiles softly at Gillian's instant attraction to the tiny projection. "I guess you small folk like to stick together." Warmly taking Gillian's small hand in hers, "I'm Marta." Turning her attention to Lester, "Ah Lester, I see I have a kindred spirit here! It seems neither of us can curb our curiosity enough to keep out of trouble."

Cronar enters the room with the rest of the group. Upon seeing the globe in the middle of the room, he stands somewhat awestruck. Silently, he moves around the globe, trying to discern it's purpose when directed to sit. He obeys and takes a seat, carefully removing the massive sword from his back and leaning it in a corner. A sound of surprise followed by relief issues from his throat as the healing nature of the magic is revealed. His chest expands as he takes a deep breath of the warm air and relaxes. Croanr's head snaps in an effort to locate the source of the voice as Crendon introduces himself. As the smoky image becomes clear and is further explained by the host narrator, his brow furrows and his expression darkens. Still silent, he listens and watches as the witch is introduced. Anyone paying close attention might see his jaw clench and his temples pound as his heart rate increases. Clenching his fists tightly in a final effort to stay his anger, he begins to calm. When the image fades and candelabras light, Cronar stands. In a deep voice, far deeper than would seem likely in his youth, "How can this be? By what power were the eyes of Odin captured? Who is the vile creature that now holds the object of our quest?"

As Marta starts her incantations the tiny Lizard really gets angry jumping up and down with both feet, shaking his head and his finger in the negative. From the book all in the room can hear a sizzling sound and quickly after a waft of smoke rises from it's pages. The lizard creature EXPLODES and showers Marta, Gillian and the immediate area with a liquid that burns and sizzles on contact.

OOC] Marta needs to make acid saving throws for any item exposed above the table. Gillian needs to save on items above his shoulders. Note: Clothing will protect objects beneath, only make saves versus exposed items like daggers at the waist or a necklace etc…Let me know what happened. Marta is hurting but will live. Gillian is almost going into shock as the damage is so horrific. You folks having fun? I appreciate the effort put forth. As you can tell, I can respond quickly to questions and so forth. I will delay at least 48 hours in desperate situations to allow for all a chance to respond.

No sooner had Lester denied ever getting involved in trouble the small creature reached exploded and showered Marta and Gillian with Acid. "Loki's beard!" shouted Lester as the forgotten piece of Mutton dropped to the floor. Running to the fallen pair, Lester saw that Gillian's eyes had glazed over and he was lying on the ground breathing in shallow breaths. "Oh dear, can anyone do something for him? Crendon? He's hurt horribly."

Marta begins to jump back at the sizzling sound from the book. Not quick enough, she screams in pain as the acid burns her bare flesh. Seeing Gillian hurt so badly, her thoughts and cries become for him, "Somebody help him! Please! Help him!"

Cronar, seemingly oblivious to what had been occurring...lost in thought or planning...moves quickly to the side of the fallen Gillian. Seeing the damage caused by the acid, he lays his hands upon the wounds and closes his eyes. He mutters a prayer to Tyr and allows the Almighty's Will to work Its miracle. "Perhaps we should all learn to be more careful. This could have been much more serious. If a mere book from the shelf of someone allied can cause this much damage, imagine if it were one of our enemies' tombs. Promise me that thou shalt heed my warning and take more care."
The last statement made, he apparently awaits a reply from those afflicted.

Marta doesn't hear Cronar's words as she begins to feel a slight burning sensation where a piece of her tunic used to be. Gasping and not caring about the company she is in, she rips her tunic off before the acid has a chance to do any more damage to her once fair skin. Oblivious to any onlookers of her nakedness, she finds a clean spot on her tunic, rips it up and uses it to wipe the acid off her skin. Quickly she finds a water basin and washes the remaining acid from her skin. Likewise, she takes the basin to poor Gillian's side and tenderly does the same for him. "Oh Gillian, I am sooooo sorry. I promise I'll be more careful." Marta pulls out several roots from her belt pouch and begins to grind them up. Adding some water, she makes a paste to help heal the acid burns. Guiltily she uses it on Gillian first. Only after she has tended to Gillian does she use the paste on her own burns. As if it were an afterthought, Marta rummages through her backpack to find a fresh tunic and puts it on. Taking her broach from her ruined shirt, she drops it carelessly into her belt pouch.

Crendon rushes to the add of Marta and Gillian only to find Cronar administering to Gillian. Placing both his hands upon Gillian's face, Cronar summons the power of Tyr. Quickly and miraculously you see Gillian's putrid scars disappear. Eyeing the disrobed figure of Marta, Crendon reaches out a hand, chanting arcane mumblings, Findas, lir, dorcha, mundava, crimdorvini. Speaking quickly he says to her, "Accept this gift my child, from the darkest places and the deepest pits of hell must I contrive to deliver unto you this sorcery. Moments, heartbeats, pounding drums and noise like never heard before echo through the chamber. The clamor finally subsides and Marta is as she was, looking utterly perplexed. Crendon falls to his knees, head lowered to the floor, choking and whizzing.

Marta feels the healing power of Crendon flow through her body and then stares blankly at him, wondering why he is on his knees, choking. Confusedly she asks, "Is he ok?" Even more astonishing to her is why she is standing in the middle of a room full of men, partially disrobed. A deep blush colors her cheeks as she quickly reaches for her cloak to wrap around herself. A single thought races through her head, no man has seen me before how could this have happened? Securing a tunic from her pack, a quite embarrassed Marta walks to a corner of the room, turns away from her companions, and pulls on her tunic. Cheeks still ablaze, Marta returns to the group. "Um, could uh, someone tell me what went on here and uh, um, how I came to be unclothed?"

Talanos jumps visibly when the lizard explodes, injuring both Marta and Gillian. He moves over to their sides and watches as Cronar and Crendon heal the two. Seeing that Gillian is in good hands, he approaches Marta. When she asks what had happened, he asks, "You don't remember? The lizard exploded and sprayed the both of you with some sort of liquid. You screamed and pulled off your tunic." He then moves over to her and asks, "Are you all right? Gillian was burned somewhat, but Cronar healed him. Crendon did the same for you, but as you can see, he is paying dearly for it now." Turning to the others, he says, "I ask you all to please, leave Crendon's items alone, unless he gives you his permission to handle them. I have a feeling that this could have been a lot worse than it was, and it would be a shame to have to have to light a funeral pyre before we even take one step on the quest that is before us."

Gillian groans. He tentatively opens an eye and looks around. He scrambles to his feet in a pained rush and moves over to the corner containing his pack, mumbling his thanks to Cronar as he moves. He slumps in the corner, back against the wall and watches the rest of the party.

Horst watches Marta's attempts to communicate with the projected image with a rather bemused look on his face before being distracted by the food, which he samples with zest. When the books begin dragging themselves across the floor he moves quickly to intercept them. Sweeping them up he examines their titles and, if he considers it safe, their contents before placing them on a convenient table. Just as he is beginning to sit down again - with a plate of food and the 'mobile' books - the projection explodes. As those in the immediate vicinity rush to assist Marta and Gillian, Horst raises his eyes up and with a muttered "I hope this isn't a sign of things to come...." moves to assist in the restoration of order. "Indeed, Talanos is right. We should perhaps restrain our exuberance for the moment and allow Crendon to fill out some of the details of the tasks that lie ahead with a minimum of disruption and damage." with that Horst once again seats himself and awaits Crendon's explanation.....

Crendon mumbles a word and starts to float towards one wall, "Warriors I must leave you now to rest," his face ashen and hands tremble as if with palsy. "My Captain will show you to your rooms when you are ready. Do not tarry too long, for the fate of Odin's Ravens hangs in the balance." With that said he melds through the wall and disappears from sight

Marta looks increasingly confused as Talanos explains what has happened, "Lizards exploding? How preposterous! Really, what happened?" Just as she's about to ask someone else what has transpired, she sees her tunic, full of holes, laying at her feet. It doesn't seem possible, but her cheeks turn an even brighter hue of red. Picking it up, "I uh suppose I
can believe you now. I guess I ripped this off to prevent myself from getting burned huh?" When Talanos moves closer, "Um, I think I'm ok, but I obviously don't remember what happened here. Why did a lizard explode? I don't understand. Are you saying I did something to cause this? If I did, tell me what it was so I don't do it again!" As Talanos explains what happened from the beginning, Marta's eyes widen considerably in horror. "Thank you for explaining. Oh poor Gillian! Everyone, I am so sorry for what I've done." Seeing Gillian hidden away in the corner, she approaches him cautiously. Kneeling down before him, "Gillian, I am so sorry, can you ever forgive me little one? I owe you so much and I promise to protect you from now on." Hopefully, she extends her hand to the little leprechaun. "Please won't you join us at the table for some food before we retire for the night?" Regardless of Gillian's answer, Marta moves on to the table to break her fast.

As Marta returns to the table, Lester thinks to himself "Hmm, not a bad idea" when suddenly Crendon leaves by floating through the wall." "Well that's just great" says Lester as he makes his way to the spot where Crendon disappeared. "Not exactly a wealth of information was he?" Lester examines the wall for any hidden portals or magical markings. "I find it strange that one so powerful would need us to undertake such an important task" Muttering under his breath he deftly moves his unusually long graceful fingers in a complex pattern.** Lester then re-examines the wall, as well as looks around the room, particularly at the food-laden table. "I am afraid I am somewhat skeptical. The sudden appearance of the food and his sudden disappearance suggest the use of Illusion to me. Albeit illusion far greater than any I have ever seen. Whatever he did to Marta... whatever that was exactly, would seem to refute that idea however. So the question remains, who exactly was he?" Sighing he says, "Anyway I suppose all will be answered when we find that old hag and Odin's pets. At least that should prove interesting. Where is that Captain anyway? Perhaps he can enlighten us further."

Talanos returns to the table and silently begins eating again. He chooses a variety of foods, from meats to veggies and fruit. Smiling, he says to Lester, "Well, if it is an illusion, it's a tasty one! As for the Captain, I'm sure he'll show up in due time. Let's enjoy this meal, illusion or not, and let what happens happen. This meal might be the last warm one we enjoy for a while, so I am going to fill up on it." As he eats, his eyes occasionally wander to Marta. He wonders to himself, "Why does a beautiful woman such as her feel embarrassed by her body?"

Lester blinks as Talanos' implication that this might be the last meal they have in a while. 'Right you are, right you are. Anyway I detect no illusions so let's have at it once more while we discuss our plans" Sitting back at the table Lester fills a heaping plate of sweets and desserts.

Cronar, diverting his gave from the bare-breasted Marta, stands and nods his welcome to Gillian for the service rendered. He listens to Crendon as he departs, then breaks off a large chunk of meat from that at the table. "What has transpired here this eve is trivial, I fear, compared to what will occur should any of us allow our curiosities to get the better of us while we quest. I know not why someone so powerful requires our assistance, but it is enough for me that the Almighty Odin sees fit to have us called upon." He pauses, bites and rips the flesh, then reaches for his water. After a moment, he continues, "We must all work together, in concert...each one of us playing the part that has been prescribed, as is in our being. Take care though, that wanton desires do not cloud the mind and leave us prey for those who would have us so confused. We must focus on each objective and remember what peace can be found in order." An attractive young man, though it is the voice that carries the weight of his presence. His deep conviction is so apparent that it would seem rude to openly voice opposition. So kind is this man that could easily wrestle with giants...

Gillian reluctantly accepts her extended hand. He is obviously quite shy. "Thank you, Marta. No hard feelings" comes the soft voice. He begins to nibble on some chicken breast and sups on cordial.

After a short time has passed you here a loud knock on the door. Entering without waiting for a response strides the Leader dressed in the same garb you remember from your long journey. You also know well of his dislike for small talk. "Gentlemen, M'Lady, please follow me. Turning on his heel the tall man walks quickly back out of the room, ignoring any questions or demands asked of him. Once into the chilly hall he turns left and proceeds on down the hall, occasionally indicating a room for each of you in turn. He tells you that a servant will be at your beck and call should you need any assistance during the night. He also tells you the room you just vacated will be left open should you wish to meet there later and that breakfast will be served there. As you go in you realize the isolation as you hear the party clump down the hall. Each room is slightly different, yet all contain roughly the same furniture and elegance. You see a large dead bolt on your door, a huge bed with linen turned down and a roaring fire with a chair close by well lit by a dozen candles set burning in a large candelabra next to the chair. Several text sit on a small table near the fire, all quite new and full of insightful knowledge of recent events and politics. Also sitting on the table is a large crystal goblet full of fine ale, warmed with coca added for extra sweet aroma. A couple of narrow arrow slit windows that extend fifteen feet to the ceiling are sealed with tinted glass of various colors and textures. You notice a summons rope near the chair that extends through a small hole in the ceiling.

Lester looks around his room and his eyes fall on the ale. Grinning happily he takes a seat by the fire and drinks his ale as he mulls over the evenings strange events. He spends an hour leafing through the assembled books, looking for any references to the witch or the black mountains where she resides. Gradually, what begins as an itch at the back of his mind grows until it becomes an all-consuming desire to explore this strange and wonderful place. Thinking to himself, "This place must have some wonderful secrets to it. I wonder if it would be okay to wander around a bit. Of course it would. Didn't Crendon say to make ourselves at home? Well I'm sure he would have if he hadn't had to run off"
Having convinced himself that it was okay to explore a bit. He dresses in his utilitarian black traveling clothes, dons his daggers, an empty pouch and his lock picks and heads out the door. He heads back towards the common room as quietly as possible and making the best use of the dimly lit hallway. At the common room he carefully peers inside to see if anyone is in there. After seeing if anyone is there, and listening for a few moments, Lester then heads off in the opposite direction as quietly and stealthily as possible, searching for anything of interest.

Talanos enters the room he was shown to. He closes the door behind him and throws the deadbolt as well. He then lays his pack down and removes his weapons and lays them to one side as well. He walks over and peers out the window for a while before returning to the fire and the chair in front of it. He sits for some time, just staring into the flames. Finally, he rises and retrieves his two short swords and brings them both back to the table and chair. Laying one on the table, he draws the other. Testing its blade, he lays it aside as he rummages in his pack. Retrieving a whetstone from the depths of the pack, he then retakes his seat, pulls the ale to him and begins to hone the edges of both his swords, taking his time and occasionally testing the edge on the nail of his thumb. Once he is satisfied with their sharpness, he replaces them both and sets them near the nightstand by the bed. He returns to the chair by the fire and spends the rest of the evening sitting by the fire, silently perusing the books laid out there. After an hour or two of doing this, he adds some fuel to the fire, undresses, and finally climbs into bed.

Lester the Gnome walks into the common room and finds someone he wasn't expecting,

Marta enters the room assigned to her and immediately deadbolts the door. The warm fire draws her invitingly to its side. Carefully laying her cloak on the floor directly in front of the fire for cushioning, she grabs a book and lays face down. Her legs kick back and forth through the air and her left hand plays with her hair as she delves further and further into recent events.

Horst responds to Lester "No he wasn't and I'm not sure if that was merely a consequence of our own actions," Horst looks briefly toward Marta and Gillian, "or deliberate avoidance of those questions we might have." "Sometimes the least threatening individual is able to achieve more than those who more clearly pose a threat. Any actions we take to free the ravens are likely to go almost unnoticed - at least to start with." Horst smiles and as if that may explain all that has happened seats himself near Cronar and tucks into the food with the clear intention of being finished before the Captain re-appears. To Cronar
"Indeed my friend. We must do what we can and let fate take its course", with a grim smile Horst helps himself to some of the ale, "At least if we are to die attempting to save the ravens we are likely to find ourselves in Valhalla afterward."

Horst rises to follow and upon being shown to his room enters, closes the door and fastens the deadbolt in place. He carefully deposits his possessions near the bed and removes the more cumbersome items of his clothing. Horst then spend the next couple of hours deep in prayer. The kneeling, silent figure looks at its most peaceful since he arrived and his breathing seems to slow to become almost imperceptible.....
Siobhan is drinking some ale and eating a piece of mutton, sitting at a table, not really doing anything in particular except watching the people go in and out. She is dressed in tavern garb, with her long sword and bow tucked behind her. She is currently wearing her belt and short sword with scabbard. She whistles a tune to herself once in a while. When Lester walks in, Siobhan looks at him, and stops in mid-whistle. "Don't see many of your sort around," she says, pleasantly. "Gnomish, are ye? Well, it's been awhile since I had interesting conversation. Why don't you grab an ale and join me..."

As Lester peers around the corner into the dining hall he is surprised to see someone he does not recognize eating at the table. Think to himself, "Hmm, this is interesting. Who is that? She is rather attractive even if her nose is too small and she's huge. Maybe I'll go in for a chat and a bite to eat." He rounds the corner and is greeted by the well armed human woman. "Hello don't mind if I do, and I might be persuaded for a midnight snack as well. Had a touch of insomnia, I did. Figure a late night stroll and a bit to eat would be just the thing. I'm Lesterix Isthario Moranthas" he says with a flourish and deep bow, "but please, call me Lester. Are you to partake in our quest as well?"

Siobhan

"Quest?" she asks between bites of mutton. "I haven't heard of any quest. Of course, any land always has a few quests going on. Myself, I'm just enjoying some rest and relaxation after an adventure of my own. But I am getting bored. Tell me more about this 'quest'." She smiles at the gnome.

"Well you're here so I must guess that you are meant to be informed eventually anyway so I might as well tell you. Apparently this old hag in the Black mountains as somehow managed to steal Odin's pet birds you see. Now as near as I can tell we are expected to set these birds free." Lester sighs, "But we don't know exactly where they are or how we are supposed to do that. It's all quite puzzling." Lester takes a sip of ale and leans back rubbing his belly, "I hope we will learn more at breakfast tomorrow. Speaking of which that is not too far off. I suppose we should get some rest while a few hours of night remain. I am sure they have a room for you. It's just a matter of digging up that Captain fellow. Now there's a charming personality for you. Reminds me of an old Gnome we used to call Stump.' Breaking into a reminiscent smile Lester continues, "I once snuck up on him while he was engrossed in some boring task or another and...ah but that's a story for another time. I really must retire for the evening." Bowing to Siobhan, Lester takes his leave and retires to his room for the evening.

"Wake me when you make ready to leave," Siobhan says, and then finishes her mutton and ale, collects her possessions, and likewise returns to her room to sleep....

The long winter night passes calmly and quietly. As you awaken you find the candles lit and fire roaring in the hearth. Peering through the tinted window you figure it as another overcast day. You are startled when you notice a cup of warm broth sitting on the table by the chair. Later, as you proceed to Crendon's experimental room you find the large round table covered with a delirious assortment of foods. As you partake and the others enter the room and join in, you notice the Captain standing in the doorway, as if waiting. As he notices your stare he enters and addresses the group, "I'll be brief, the Mighty Crendon will not be out of his bed for several days, perhaps a week. He informs me that it is up to you to either accept or decline this dire mission." He calmly produces a small bag from inside his coat and tosses it onto the table in front of you. "Here is your allotment for your time and trouble. Take it in the manner it was given, in good faith and with the understanding that the needs of all the people of Midgard are at stake in this matter." With that said he turns and leaves you. As he strides through the door you hear him say, "Good luck".

The seven red stones bounce and tumble on the hard wood surface of the table, the light glinting off each one radiates with a myriad of tiny sparks. One would be a Captains wage for a year, altogether they make a small fortune you figure. Close examination betrays their ancestry of a long dormant existence under the crushing molten rock, the stones reflect beauty unlike any other, the ruby.

Cronar enters the room, one shoulder slightly in front of the other to accommodate his width. Once in the room, he spies the food and stands solid while the Captain remains. He listens intently to the words spoken, as if they alone break his fast, then replies, "And in faith it shall be done, for we can do no less than that which has been ordained.". Looking around, he realizes that in effect he has answered for the party...an honor and responsibility that has not been bestowed. Bowing his head, "Speaking for myself, Captain, I see no other course of action and I pray that I be worthy of Valhalla, should that eventuality come to pass." When the Captain leaves, Cronar walks over to the table and opens the purse, exposing its contents for all to see...

Talanos walks over Cronar and grasps the huge young mans shoulder, saying, "I will join you. For no other reason than that Odin needs his eyes back." He then looks over the contents of the pouch while taking a seat. Spearing a piece of ham, he stuffs it into his mouth. After chewing and swallowing, he says, "Though I wouldn't mind staying here another night, we really should leave today." He picks up a mug and sniffs the contents. Taking a sip, he smiles and says, "You all should try this. Warmed mead on a cold morning. Nothing better." Gesturing to the seats, he asks the rest of the assembled group, "Are you with us? If so, take a seat and get something to eat."

Gillian moves meekly behind Marta, awaiting her move. He is rather taken by the beautiful woman (and may be kinda smitten - in a harmless Leprechaun way!)

Marta enters the hall looking slightly weary. An indentation on her cheek evidence that she fell asleep on the floor while reading a book. Eyeing the feast hungrily, she crouches down to speak to little Gillian who seems to have become quite attached to her. "How about we go get us something to eat?" Taking a seat at the table, she fills her plate with muffins and meat. Smiling warmly when Talanos mentions the warmed mead, she eagerly pours herself a glass. As Marta eats, her eyes roam over her companions. Oh this Siobhan is so beautiful! I'll never have a chance with any of these men. Cronar, oh so handsome, he'd never want anything to do with a plain jane like myself. Inwardly she sighs. Ah, and Lester is quite handsome too, but the same there, he'd never want me. Her thoughts continue on in this fashion as she half listens to the conversation around her and eats her breakfast.

Siobhan, roused by the morning daylight, dresses and shuffles out of her room into the common room, where she (presumably) finds the party. She introduces herself and then has a seat...

As the rubies bounce spill forth from the sack onto the table Lester pauses a muffin halfway to his mouth. His fingers loosen and the muffin falls to the ground forgotten. It appears there is something that interests the gnome more than food. Without thinking he crawls up onto the table and towards the rubies pushing plates of food out of his way. Lying on the belly and supporting himself on his elbows, he holds his head inches above the precious stones. You a very
faint, "Ooooh, nice" issue forth from his mouth. Very gently he picks up each stone and examines each one taking note of any flaws and whether the stone is rough or has been cut, as well as appraising each one's value.

Horst enters the hall looking refreshed and filled with energy. Eyeing the food arrayed before him he fills his plate with muffins and meat, and fills a large tankard with mead before sitting himself down. Horst raises his eyes upward and then returning them to his companions says "Why does it not surprise me that our 'host' is absent this morning? I thinks it is worth our while pursuing this, but perhaps we should also be careful what we are told without questioning it.... especially where an act has the mark of Loki and his followers all over it." Horst watches with an amused smile as Lester examines the baubles, "The higher the reward, the higher the risk. Still I can think of many people in my congregation alone who would benefit from access to even a fraction of this wealth and it would be remiss of me to deny them help. Looks like I'm in." Horst rises from his seat at the sight of Siobhan and with an amasing level of grace for someone in chain-mail presents himself....

"I am Siobhan," the blonde female says. "Pleased to make your acquaintance. I do believe I shall join you on your quest here...I have rested long enough and soon boredom shall overtake me..." Siobhan laughs at him, leaning over the table in her rather revealing tavern-garb towards Lester. "Now there's a gnome for ya'," she says, good-naturedly. "A table full of food and drink, and pretty women besides, and he," she pokes the gnome gently, "goes to look at a bunch of stones. Tell us Lester, are the gems there worth me risking my hide on your 'quest' there. I'll take yer word for it yea or nay, good gnome."

As Lester holds each stone up to the light turning it and letting the light sparkle of his facets he mumbles "Ah yes, very nice work. Even father would have admired the quality of this work." When Siobhan pokes him and asks about the value of the stone Lester blinks and looks around noticing the others and his own position on the table. "Oh, excuse me. Yes these are very nice, excellent craftsmanship very few barely perceptible flaws. They're value? Why? You mean to sell them?" A distressed look crosses Lester's face, "I don't see why you would want to do that. These are just marvelous. But if you had to well you see it depends where you are. Yes it depends where, you see. Now in a fair market from a knowledgeable dealer you could probably get, oh I don't know, 500 gp for each stone. Maybe more maybe less depending on how good you are and how much the buyer knows. But I really don't see why you would want to sell them." Looking up at the rest of the group he continues "So, I guess, well yes, yes, you can count me in. Especially if there are more of these about." He takes the gems stands up and walks across the table back to his seat. Sitting down he pushes his plate of food aside and lays the stones out in front of him again where he continues to examine them from every angle.

Talanos watches the proceedings as he eats. He smiles as Lester shows his interest in the stones and then laughs appreciatively at Siobhans question. Still chuckling, he says, "A very good point. Lester?" Picking one of the stones up, he tosses it up and catches it in his palm. "Is this worth my very breath? I think not. But, I've already decided to take up this quest and will accept this as payment. After all, I do have to earn a living."

Marta muffles a laugh at Lester's exuberance when he sees the gems. "Ah little Gnome, I see by the sparkle in your eyes that you like what you see." Marta wonders at Siobhan's words as she states that Lester is in the midst of beautiful women. Looking around, she sees only 1 beautiful woman in the room, Siobhan.

The young steward you met when you first arrived enters the room and approaches the group at the table. "Hello, your horse is just fine missy", he says indicating Marta. "He threw a shoe but I fixed him all up for ye." The boy's eyes grow big when he sees the red gems on the table. Turning to leave he says, "Just let me know when your ready to leave and I'll saddle your mounts, bye now", he bows respectfully.

The boy is about five feet tall with dark curly hair, he is wearing a heavy cloak over vest and pants. He appears to be about 14 years old.

Marta scrambles up from her chair, "Wait a minute young man! Thank you for tending to my horse. I appreciate your efforts." Seeing his eyes grow wide as he eyes the gems, "So you like the fancy baubles do you? I know this is a poor replacement, but here ya go. Take them, I insist." From her belt pouch she produces 2 silver pieces and hands them to him.

The young man grabs the coins hesitantly, looking up at Marta then looking over his shoulder, "Why thankee ma'am. You are too kind. If there is anything I can do, please let me know." Blushing slightly at all the sudden attention the boy rocks back and forth from one foot to the other.

Marta is amused as the young man hesitates to take the coins. "You're welcome, you best be getting back to your chores before you're found standing around doing nothing." Turning around, she takes her place back at the table, refilling her glass with the warm mead and then heaping a spoonful of potatoes onto her plate. Knowing it's going to be awhile until she gets a another hot meal such as this, she savors each bite.

Gillian, seeing Marta's obvious ease with the situation, also moves to the table and gathers a little white bread which he soaks in milk then eats. The rubies spilling onto the table catch his eye. In a quiet voice he announces "Very pretty stones. Quite valuable, I believe."

Cronar eyes the gnome's response with a careful eye then relaxes as the conversation unfolds. As Siobhan entered the room, Cronar followed her with his eyes, then remembering himself, averted his eyes and his attention back to the matters at hand. "Before we leave, we must all make ourselves known to each other. We've traveled here together, supped and spent the night but we know not of each other's skill or motives. I shall begin..." Cronar places a foot on a chair and leans forward, "My name is Cronar. I was told that my father died in battle before I was born and my mother died giving birth. I was raised by the Priests of Tyr." His voice, although deep and penetrating, is soothing...like that of a great storyteller or statesman. It is a voice that could inspire men to battle or women to bed... Cronar continues, "They found that I was more suited for leading men in battle than in prayer and I was trained accordingly. I will not lie, cheat, steal nor will I tolerate such actions in those around me, especially those with whom I travel. This is a divine mission and will no doubt require divine intervention. Therefore the leader of the party must be one who is close to their diety and necessarily diametrically opposed to the forces of evil. There can be no shades of gray...no uncertainty...no hesitation. I lead from the front. I do not ask anyone to risk their lives, lest I risk mine as well. As a team, we are formidable. But a team is much more than a collection of individuals. It is a collective conscious, working for a common goal, forsaking all else 'till the objective has been met. I have trained for this moment...it is now that I prove to Tyr that his efforts have not been in vain." Cronar takes his foot down from the chair, "I now invite each of you to share what you offer and why you ride." Cronar relinquishes the chair and takes a seat at the table, where he eats quietly listening to each person's tale.

Horst rises from his seat and surveys the group, "My name is Horst Forseti and I was born in Zamora, although as you can tell from my complexion my parents were not originally from Koth. At the age of 10 they were both killed by raiding giants and I became the custodian of the Church of Thor. Over the following years my feisty nature came to the attention of certain individuals in the church and at the age of 14 I was inducted into the 'Order of Mjollnir'. For those of you who have never heard of the Order, which makes you rare indeed, we are dedicated to the preparation of the populace of Midgard for Ragnarok." Horst pauses to take a sip of mead before continuing, "As Cronar says this is indeed a divine mission, and we must act in the best interests of Midgard at all times to ensure that Odin and his family are not harmed or hindered by the machinations of Loki and his followers." Horst then moves over to Lester and the gems "7 gems and 7 people. Convenient." Horst selects a gem at random and tossing it up and down in the palm of his hand returns toward the food, "I suggest we make the most of this..." he indicates the food, "and then get started. Its likely to be a long trip."

When Horst takes one of the stones, Lester looks momentarily distressed. "Yes, yes, I suppose we should each take a gem as our retainer. Unless anyone would like that I hold their's? I promise to take excellent care. If you do not know what you are doing you are liable to go out and trade yours for a sword or something," Lester scoffs. Lester takes one of the gems and it nimbly disappears to what you presume to be a pouch hidden inside of his clothes. "My story? Well it's a simple one really. I am Lesterix Isthario Moranthias Son of Isthario Sharax Moranthias, son of Sharax... well I will spare you all my full heritage. Just call me Lester. My parents were gem cutter's who traveled as merchants in a caravan out of the southern portion of the mountain ranges that border Hyperborea which is where my clan originates from. I studied for many years with my Great, great, great Uncle Mixle. A very skilled and wise mage. I tried to return to the merchant life with my parents but found it bored me, so here I am looking for a little fun and adventure. I fear it is nothing as noble as Sir Conar's or Master Horst's stories, but we gnomes are not know for presumptuous and world altering adventures. I offer you the few skills and the meager knowledge I possess. If nothing else I will take on the duties of cook for our journey. I do not think you will be disappointed. Now if you will excuse me I am absolutely famished." With that said Lester proceeds to pile up a heaping plate of food which he subsequently becomes intent on devouring.

Marta listens intently as the others tell their stories. "You want to know a bit about me, eh? Well, I'm Marta Bolis and I come from Nemedia. I'm the daughter of a woman whom I am loathe to call mother and a father whose name I've never heard. I ran away when I was young and found a comfortable home with a nice couple. They hired an excellent tutor for me who taught me the black arts through the guise of childhood games. I left them for much the same reasons as you Lester, to add a bit of excitement to my life. I'm pretty handy with a needle and thread and I'd be happy to give you a hand with the cooking Lester." Marta following the others example scoops up a gem and deposits it in her belt pouch.

Talanos is the next to rise. Stepping forward, he beigns by saying, "As most you know, I go by the name of Talanos, but my full given name is Talanos of the Forest Glade. I hail from east of the Black Mountains, the ancestral home of the Fair Folk. I have done a little traveling since I left my family to make my own way in the world, but am not overly familiar with any one place but one. And that is still fairly close to home. I am a woodsman by trade skilled with both the long bow and short sword. I am also a skilled hunter and am able to construct arrows and even built my own bow. Given the materials and time, I could do the same for any of you as well." He then returns to his seat and polishes off his last plate-full while listening to the last of the people speak

"Good speech," Siobhan says. "My name is Siobhan, and, while I respect and fear the gods and goddesses as much as anyone, I am not much for holy talk. I am a warrior, who seeks high adventure as the grist for tales I enjoy telling. When I have had enough of the sword alone, I think I may become a story-teller and performer as well. Some may believe I will go soft, but I can tell you from experience that the life of a female on the trail is not soft, whether she be warrior, bard, or sorceress. "Whatever my destiny, in the meantime, I can strike up a tune on the flute that will make any journey light, or strike up a battle on my swords to make any enemy dead. I've seen a little bit of everything, and aim to keep seeing more. I would be happy to accompany you on your quest."

Talanos bows respectfully to the group as he heads to the door, "If we are ready I will tell the stable boy to prepare the horses. We will depart within the hour." Turning on his heel he opens the door onto the drafty hallway, turning right he retraces his footsteps from the previous day going through the outer door into the courtyard. Breath coming in bursts of steamy vapor the pale featured elf pulls the heavy cloak tightly about himself. Looking into the winter sky, clouds heavy and drifting from the north Talanos fights back a shudder, turning towards the horse stalls he puts a brave smile on his face and trudges through the recent drifts of deep snow.

…Meanwhile…The others head back to their rooms to gather what loose possessions may be left. …Later, Horst leads the party out the castle gate into the Corinthian countryside, turning south the group breaks trail in soft powder.

OOC] I have the party in this formation. Please get back to me if you prefer a different slot. Also, need rotations for watch at night when you are camped. You believe it will take you about a week to reach your goal. Here is your current marching order. Talanos, Horst, Marta, Siobhan, Gillian, Lester and Cronar. Good luck!

Marta listens to Cronar's elegant, but rather long-winded speech, all the while eyeing the goodies left on the table. Choosing a few muffins and some meat, she bundles them up to take with her on their journey. As Cronar's voice crescendos mightily, her attention is once again drawn to him. Breathlessly, she studies the adonis before her. Nodding her head to him as he departs, she almost misses his playful wink. When she realizes it is for her, her eyes fly wide open in surprise. Face very slightly flushed at the attention bestowed on her, she takes the opportunity to retreat to her room. Quickly gathering her belongings, she dons her cloak and proceeds to the stables.
Marta arrives at the stables and begins to check out her horse. She begins by checking each hoof to make sure the young steward did a proper job of shoeing her horse. Next she moves on and checks the security of the saddle. Watching her, you can tell she's done this many times before. With a seasoned rider's grace, she mounts Highsong. Leaning over, she whispers softly into his ear, "Hiya boy, how'd they treat ya?" Highsong, whinnies softly and flicks his mane in answer. Taking her assigned place, she bundles up and follows the others into the frozen tundra.

Soon, Cronar enters the courtyard. His armor consists of an oiled-leather "jacket" of strange construct. Upon close observation, the area between the pecs and the waist is reinforced with strips of metal, placed one inch apart, and encircle his torso. The chest area is heavily laden with studs while the shoulders are reinforced with horizontal strips of metal. The strips are sewn in between two layers of leather. The arms of this "jacket" are of chain, as is the skirt that hangs below his waist. His massive sword is strapped on his back in its sheath. He carries with him his saddlebags and a large leather pouch. He places the saddlebags on his steed and mounts the horse. He looks to everyone assembled, "We are ready, then." A smile moves across his face as he considers the glory ahead...

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