Assault of the Sorcerer Kings
Delta ensured that the group knew where they were headed and provided them with several maps to help them along their way. The journey would be initially easy enough, but roughened when they neared the mountains of Torgoth, wherein was located an ancient temple that housed the scrying pool which was enchanted to locate the armor of Tikani and the weapons of Losham.
A full days travel had landed the small group in a crowded tavern called the Rusty Nail, located in the town of Cornwrythe. They had checked their horses into the stables and found the tavern/inn to be a suitable place for rest and relaxation.
The elven woman known as Swan was more than a little uncomfortable indoors, away from her natural habitat. She was a druidess, and only felt truly comfortable in nature; more specifically the Kashpashian Forests. She sipped timidly at her wine.
The rest of the group was a different story. The dwarf and the tall warrior seemed to be having some sort of drinking competition. How the human was keeping up with the stout Ront Ironarm was beyond Swans understanding. Austius, the elven ranger, had fallen out of the competition long ago and fell asleep at the bar beside his drink; his head resting on his arm. Mordel, though not nearly as inebriated as his companions; wasn't exactly the best example of sobriety. And Jamis, who was all together too young to understand how to pace his alcohol consumption; found himself regurgitating his dinner in the field of grass behind the tavern.
As a druidess, Swan had he ability to instantly relieve Jamis of his illness; but she felt that this was an experience he needed to learn from.
At one point, late into the night, the dwarf hopped down from his bar stool after announcing that his need to "water the trees". His walk to the door was very much a stagger, and in his journey to the door his shoulder brushed a rather rough looking fellow who didn't take too kindly to Ront's carelessness.
"Hey!" He said, looking down at the stout dwarf standing below him. "Watch where you're walking, you stupid son of a bitch!"
Initially, Ront wanted to beat the living daylight from this man. He was not one to stand down from an insult. Insulting a dwarf, after all, is as good as hitting him in the face. But he understood that the mission was more important than this squabble, and so he shook his head and continued to walk towards the door.
"Don't you fucking walk away from me you stupid little coward." The man called after him.
"That does it!" Ront growled. "No one calls Ront Ironarm a coward and lives to tell about it!!" The dwarf spun around and charged at the ferocious looking man who slung the insult his way.
As Ront charged towards the bastard, Swan Willowcreek realized that she could stop him. She sat at the half way point between Ront's current position and the man with the death wish. Part of her knew that she should stop him, knew that picking and choosing your battles was almost as important as how you perform in the battle. And she was a little apprehensive to the bar room brawl that was bound to ensue. But another part of her figured the man deserved whatever the dwarf dealt out. And furthermore, the fight that was bound to break out and spread across the tavern was an excellent opportunity for her to see how everyone worked together in battle.
She had only a second to decide...
A full days travel had landed the small group in a crowded tavern called the Rusty Nail, located in the town of Cornwrythe. They had checked their horses into the stables and found the tavern/inn to be a suitable place for rest and relaxation.
The elven woman known as Swan was more than a little uncomfortable indoors, away from her natural habitat. She was a druidess, and only felt truly comfortable in nature; more specifically the Kashpashian Forests. She sipped timidly at her wine.
The rest of the group was a different story. The dwarf and the tall warrior seemed to be having some sort of drinking competition. How the human was keeping up with the stout Ront Ironarm was beyond Swans understanding. Austius, the elven ranger, had fallen out of the competition long ago and fell asleep at the bar beside his drink; his head resting on his arm. Mordel, though not nearly as inebriated as his companions; wasn't exactly the best example of sobriety. And Jamis, who was all together too young to understand how to pace his alcohol consumption; found himself regurgitating his dinner in the field of grass behind the tavern.
As a druidess, Swan had he ability to instantly relieve Jamis of his illness; but she felt that this was an experience he needed to learn from.
At one point, late into the night, the dwarf hopped down from his bar stool after announcing that his need to "water the trees". His walk to the door was very much a stagger, and in his journey to the door his shoulder brushed a rather rough looking fellow who didn't take too kindly to Ront's carelessness.
"Hey!" He said, looking down at the stout dwarf standing below him. "Watch where you're walking, you stupid son of a bitch!"
Initially, Ront wanted to beat the living daylight from this man. He was not one to stand down from an insult. Insulting a dwarf, after all, is as good as hitting him in the face. But he understood that the mission was more important than this squabble, and so he shook his head and continued to walk towards the door.
"Don't you fucking walk away from me you stupid little coward." The man called after him.
"That does it!" Ront growled. "No one calls Ront Ironarm a coward and lives to tell about it!!" The dwarf spun around and charged at the ferocious looking man who slung the insult his way.
As Ront charged towards the bastard, Swan Willowcreek realized that she could stop him. She sat at the half way point between Ront's current position and the man with the death wish. Part of her knew that she should stop him, knew that picking and choosing your battles was almost as important as how you perform in the battle. And she was a little apprehensive to the bar room brawl that was bound to ensue. But another part of her figured the man deserved whatever the dwarf dealt out. And furthermore, the fight that was bound to break out and spread across the tavern was an excellent opportunity for her to see how everyone worked together in battle.
She had only a second to decide...