Mid-Evening Bell, Urladu, 11th of Gurthweni
Gordon will continue with his conversion and furnishing of the upper rooms for Gildor and himself. He will then draw up a list of items for equipping the alchemy lab.
Hopefully this will leave him time to practice with his bow to become more proficient.
“Anytime you want to practice Gordon. I will gladly join you.” Kradorn replies.
“Hezard my apologies for being slow to respond.”
“That’s Herzad… sir.” says the dwarf with a resigned look. Continue reading “72. Snow”
Just before Mid-Morning Bell the party arrive at Harnanca to be greeted by Herzad who’s working on laying the foundations for the inn, general store and warehouse while the stonemason, carpenter and labourers move materials up the steps to begin the repairs on the keep high above. Off to one side stands a stack of timber, slate roof tiles and boxes of nails, small panes of glass etc. Apart from a couple of guards on the outer wall most of the soldiers are helping Herzad, striped down to the waist and wielding picks or spades. From the delicious smell they’ve only just finished breakfast.
Herzad reports that nothing much has happened apart from a couple of warg scouts, spotted off to the west by one of the patrols.
Continue reading “71. Bish Bash Bang”
Morning Bell, Kemendu, 8th of Gurthweni – 52/11°
Talo gets to bed as soon as he can. After exercises and prayers the following morning, Talo makes a visit to his pony in the stables to see how things are and to make good on anything he might owe for Peony’s housing and food. He then makes his way to the blacksmith’s to see if he can get repairs done on his plate and pays for them up front. The dwarf then takes time to wander to the guard house to see if he can get any reports about the surroundings and provide a warning about the wererats mentioned by Zelmar.
Continue reading “70. The Hunter In The Dusk”
Morning Bell, Galendu, 7th of Gurthweni – 40/4°
Once ready to travel, Talo straps the saddle bags to Peony and prepares to head out of the keep.
The staff prepare a pack lunch for the days journey to Carraig Glac and the 6 mules are saddled (for carrying goods not people). Harzad asks to come with the party and will bring three of the mules with him, intending to get a couple of ponies, saddles etc and some other bits and pieces needed sooner rather than later. He’ll also order the building supplies needed for the work on the keep and other stuff, cows, pigs, chickens and a wagon. The animals will stay inside the compound, there’s plenty of room and they could do with the fresh food etc. Once all the work’s done they could also start on a garden to grow fresh fruit and veg. All in all it will cost about 650gp with another 375gp once all the building stuff has been delivered in a few weeks. Continue reading “61: Carraig Glac”
Gildor greets the others coming back from their trip, “What brings ya back so soon? Well let me tell ya about the fire leather. Looks like they can make a set of leathers out of it with bonus to fire resistance or inlay it into a other armour as a boost to that armour. I think it was 25 GP to add it to my armour but I wanted to offer it to any of you first.”
Talo can only bring himself to say through gritted teeth, “I forgot something. I’ll be right back.” With that the furious dwarf makes his way to the vaults of Lands end to make his withdrawal. Continue reading “60. Back To Harnanca”
While on the road, Talo carries his crossbow, watching the countryside peacefully.
Setting off just after midday, the three party members head rapidly west and then north along the coast road. The wind blows constantly over the line of hills to the east and around Afternoon Bell the heavens open, quickly soaking everyone. The rain continues till Evening Bell and as the party climb away from the road and up onto the moors, darkness begins to descend.
In the gloom, the bright orb of Celebdraug appears fleetingly, high in the southern sky as the wind rips a gap in the racing clouds overhead. In the light Kradorn thinks he sees something big moving amid the rocks to the west, a horse perhaps. He signals to the others but after a few minutes the moon is cloaked again and nothing appears. The party continue up onto the moors with Peony showing signs of the jitters but still nothing materializes. Continue reading “58. To Harnanca… and Back”