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* Date: 2nd of Readying, 585 C.D. IV *
* Time: Late-morning *
* Loc.: Promontory Gatehouses; before the land bridge leading to the Keep; *
* Magepoint; on the southern shore of the Nyr Dyv *
* Wx: Cool [50 degrees F]; Heavy Fog; Moderate winds from the north *
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II. The Promontory
The morning in Magepoint is greeted by a flurry of activity within
the Myst Dragon Inn. No one can accuse those summoned for enjoying
the comforts of a warm bed on a cold winter's morn. The earliest to rise is
the mercenary frutzi, Forngull. Not wishing to disturb the others, he
descends to the grand room of the inn. In a quest to calm his rumbling
stomach, Forngull discovers the common room is still closed and awakens
a scrawny, pale faced teen who looks somewhat bashful as he stands
from one of the overstuffed chairs. Attempting to make himself
presentable, Garth informs Forngull, considering the hour, all that is
available might be some oatmeal. Forngull decides to wait to break fast
proper with something more substantial.
Awaiting for the ostler and the rest of the inn to awaken, Forngull is
a spectator to a veritable parade over the next hour or so. Prior to the sun
breaking the horizon, Gerric stumbles down the circular staircase wiping
the sleep from his eyes. He nods to the waiting Forngull and proceeds
outside for his morning prayers. Gerric is greeted by a calm, damp
morning shrouded in a light fog. The buildings lining the cobbled street
loom eerily in the early morning darkness.
Warnes, slightly impatient to get on with things, arrives next to find
not only the kitchen empty, but only Forngull and Garth in attendance.
Foregoing his usual haunt, the mage takes a seat apart from Forngull while
motioning to empty air the empty seat beside him. Warnes proceeds to
discuss in a low voice his plans for the morning to the empty seat whilst
Forngull looks on with a disconcerted eye.
After a time, Agath, looking slightly harried, comes bounding down
the stair. Spying the priest, Warnes stands and moves to intercept him
with a question apparent upon his face. Agath waves the mage off
mumbling something about catching the last morning star before it's too
late and disappears outside in trail of Gerric.
Caig makes his first appearance of the morning, nodding shyly to
those already up and about. The young lad is bundled against the chill of
the morning and makes his way back to the kitchen. Soon thereafter,
Llaur appears. Seeing the three locals together in such a short timespan,
Llaur, Garth and Caig, the family resemblance is unmistakable. Relieving
the teen of his nightly duties, the ostler tends to the early risers
recommending the hot cider for such a morning as this. Bending to the
task of reawakening the inn, the brutish Llaur opens the common room and
begins rousing those within.
Groans of disappointment and cries for just a few more minutes
greet his efforts as Caig slips in with an armload of split wood for the
hearths. The elder Garth begins stoking the fires, adding more fuel and
rekindles some warmth into the inn. On Caig's third trip in with more
wood, he is accompanied by Reynard. Once again Warnes rises to greet
one of his fellows. He asks the druidess if she would like to accompany
him to the keep. Her reply is civil, yet adamant, expressing her desire to
travel alone. Reynard awaits the ostler's attention and then retrieves her
possessions which she had left with him the previous evening.
Just as the smell of cooking food begins wafting through the first
floor of the inn, Jayar appears on the stairs with a wide grin across his
face. "One should never be late for break fast," he states to no one in
particular. Forngull, tired of watching the goings on around him, wolfs
down the morning offerings of the inn. Then, without so much as a 'by
your leave,' he departs the inn.
Others find the food more than passable and enjoy its warmth and
succor. Not long into the repast, Rowena makes her appearance. If one
thought the Lady was something to look at the night before, she is
absolutely stunning this morning. Gone are most of the accoutrements of
one who is Marshal of the Vesve. In their place, she wears a light blue
dress beneath her cloak. Loose in fit, the dress' subtlety plays across her
form stoking the imagination, just as Garth stokes the fires in the hearth.
Jayar greets her with a resounding hail between bites. "Good
morning m'Lady, may I suggest the porridge. It is very good." He takes
another bite of his breakfast washing it down with a swig of milk. He wipes
his mouth and smiles. The goats milk is fresh too." He indicates a chair,
"Sit have something." Rowena smiles at her companion and wonders what
life would be like without such a soul as his. Following close behind
Rowena are Franz, Rakehell and Mickel.
As the morning meal is coming to a close, both Agath and Gerric
return. Together they sit to break bread and begin to discuss their plans.
Seeing another opportunity, Warnes finally is able to express his desire to
the Damon that he would enjoy the man's company on the walk to the
keep. Gerric looks to the Damon, nods his acceptance, and then excuses
himself. The Damon accepts Warnes' offer and suggests it will only take
a few minutes walk to make the journey.
Gerric makes his way into the common room and returns to the
subject of the discussion from the night before with Galen, Rauf and the
others. Galen, somewhat taken aback by being asked for his opinion,
suggests that the men will take the day to consider the Damon's offer.
Rauf nodding, adds they'll have an answer this evening after the Damon's
business is complete.
The morning drags on slowly. Rowena and Jayar return after a
brief excursion to explore Magepoint. Though the village is charming, a
cluster of houses, stables, and huts set among gardens and pastures, it is
overwhelmingly ordinary. The fletcher she was able to find had adequate
wares, but none approached the quality she was used to within her own
wood. Finally, with as best she can tell just over an hour before the
meeting, Rowena excuses herself and Jayar.
Warnes eyes the two as they depart. Feeling somewhat impatient,
he rises and asks Agath if the Damon wouldn't mind departing slightly
early.
Leaving the inn, Rowena and Jayar make their way down the
cobbled street towards the gate houses guarding the promontory which
leads to the keep. The weather has taken a decidedly turn for the worse
as a heavy fog seems to rush up the street from the Nyr Dyv pushed by
the unseen hand of the wind. Speaking in low tones about what may greet
them at the keep, the two are interrupted by a long great howl which echos
through the mist.
Locations:
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Agath - Myst Dragon Inn
Gerric - Myst Dragon Inn
Reynard - Magepoint
Franz w/Vigil - Myst Dragon Inn
Forngull - unknown
Rowena - approaching gate houses
Jayar - approaching gate houses
Knyuk - unknown
Warnes - Myst Dragon Inn
Kallum - Myst Dragon Inn (invisible)
Rakehell - Myst Dragon Inn
Mickel - Myst Dragon Inn