Harsh Times

Plot Summary

The group arrive at AngleRia. They move through the dwarven town to a grand palace. The King refuses to give money, but agrees for a new ship and food to be given to the group. They go to an inn to rest and celebrate their getting to the town. Shandor coats Enox's arrows with a posion. Bolfur begins talking to a small group in the corner. He then tells the group that he knows where the Gifts are. They follow the dwarf to a clump of trees where Bolfur goes behind one and proceeds to tell them that this place was just to make sure no-one found it. They travel back to the town where Bolur leads them down a dark alley. Suddenly, Lesharn begins arguing with Bolfur, the group are slightly stunned that the halfling actually started arguing.

Suddenly a portal opens spanning the width of the alleyway; it leads to 'Tarkna' one of the worse hell-ish dimensions known. Bolfur reveals that he has betrayed them for the perverble 'thirty silver coins'. Enox fires an arrow which hits into Bolfur. Thwarted, but not defeated, Bolfur makes his final betrayl by dragging Lesharn into the portal with him. The group are shocked into a silence. Enox searches for spells. Shandor reveals there is no exit to Tarkna. They sit in the dark, cold alleyway for several minutes before Enox states that the dwarves Bolur talked to may know about the entry to Tarkna. Kamrock leaves them, uncaringly, and heads towards the cemetary. The group charge towards the inn, some blazing with magic. The inn is empty, save the barkeep. Shandor slams the barkeep against the wall demanding to know where the dwarves went. An arrow zooms through the wall and kills the bar keep. Still no assassin is found when Enox dashes outside to find the shooter. Mihwen collapses to the ground in grief. Shandor and Dramicus go off to find Kamrock. They find Kamrock standing over the grave of his love, Tenia. She, too, was dragged into Tarkna. They slowly return to the inn where Shandor gives a speech about the memory of Lesharn.

 

Full Log

Narrator: The damaged fishing boat docks after more than a days travel. The group leave the troublesome ship refreshed. The day still does not favour them. Most of the group stand out in the town as the population is Dwarven.

Shandor turns to Kamrock, 'Where to?'

Kamrock says, 'I think this way.'

Shandor nods

Lesharn is munching on a halfing pastry

Jordex whispers, 'Ahh, Kamrock, long time no see, my friend.'

Kamrock says, 'Jordex, My friend, I've missed you.'

Shandor looks at the odd creature before him

Dytalorien blinks.

Mihwen whispers to Shandor in elvish 'are we in hell?' ;)

Shandor laughs before replying to Mihwen, 'Next best thing, a Dwarven kingdom.'

Dytalorien replies to Mihwen, "Not yet, still missing the ale.."

Kamrock says, ' We've a need to meet the King, is he receiving?'

Bolfur grins, 'Ah, finally a good ol' dwarven kingdom, not those pansy Elven ones.'

Shandor turns to Bolfur, 'Hold your tongue about Elves.'

Bolfur mumbles, 'Just the truth.''

Enox says,'Greetings All'

Shandor turns to the Gnome, 'Well, well, if it isn't Enox.'

Jordex whispers, 'King Biriki is in town today.'

Enox asks 'How did you guys came here, by boat?'

Shandor nods

Mihwen says 'don’t know if I can call it a boat'

Bolfur yells, 'It was a coffin, a bobbing, barely-floating coffin.'

Enox says, 'my way was better then just used a teleportation spell.'

Jordex whispers, 'I shall lead you there,' and flies off through the town.

Dytalorien follows.

Dramicus Turning to Enox, ‘you don't know the half of it’

Kamrock follows the sprite

Enox asks 'Is there in this town a bow shop, I lost mine'

Mihwen says 'wouldn’t trust a Dwarven bow'

Shandor shakes his head, 'Here Enox, you can have use of mine.'

Kamrock says, 'Dwarves den't make the bows

Shandor takes off a long bow from his back and passes it to the gnome

Kamrock says, 'Jest blades.'

Mihwen smiles 'might be a little to long'

Lesharn says, 'Strange town this, reminds me of a song...'

Shandor shrugs, 'The best he'll do here.'

Enox turns to Shandor, 'Thanks'

Kamrock says, 'We'd better get to see the King.'

Shandor nods at Kamrock.

Kamrock hurries the group up.

Bolfur grins, 'A king? Lots of gold!'

Dytalorien replies dryly to Bolfur, "And I'm sure he'll be more than happy to share it with you."

Bolfur says, 'He'd better.'

Dytalorien nods and grins.

Mihwen says 'we all need a bath before that'

Enox says 'slow down, I got little legs remember!'

Narrator: The group approach a grand palace.

Kamrock stand before the King and bows deeply, 'My King Biriki.'

Shandor also bows.

Bolfur looks around greedily for any gold

Mihwen bows

Enox thinks dwarves are a little nuts, gnomes have little houses even kings

Dramicus whispers to Shandor ‘we might need to restrain Bolfur, he seemed mighty excited about the kings gold.’

Enox bows

Lesharn bows, falling on the ground.

Lesharn , embarrassed, gets to his feet

Dramicus bows

Dytalorien manages the smallest inclination.

Biriki looks down at the group from a high Throne, 'Kamrock, why do you bring this rabble before me?'

Bolfur looks up at the king, 'Rabble? Call me part of a rabble?!'

Shandor says, 'Calm down Bolfur, you want that gold, right?'

Dytalorien grins at Bolfur, "More like the whole 'rabble'."

Kamrock says, still bowed, 'My lord, we request food and money, our ship is badly damaged.'

Bolfur shuts his mouth and nods

Shandor looks at the king with slight amusement

Biriki chuckles, 'Kamrock, you are always needing something.'

Enox has to laugh quietly

Shandor says, 'Quite true, majesty, but we are in dire need.'

Shandor suppresses a grin.

Biriki says, 'I cannot offer you money, because you don't deserve it, and too much I have given to you already Kamrock.'

Bolfur begins yelling, 'No gold? NO gold?!'

Shandor pushes Bolfur a few steps back, 'Calm down, now.'

Enox yells, 'BE QUIET!'

Dytalorien blinks at Enox, "That'll work.."

Enox whispers to Dytalorien, 'He is annoying.'

Bolfur says, 'Me? Annoying? Pah.'

Enox says,' Your not supposed to heard that, Sorry Bolfur'

Enox says, 'My King, if it helps I can give you a gift from my people.'

Biriki seems to be ignoring everything except the old Dwarf bowed on the ground.

Lesharn nods and says, 'I have pastries, would you like one?'

Dytalorien taps his feet in impatience.

Shandor 's back is starting to ache from the bowing so he stands up straight

Biriki says, suddenly and loudly, 'Kamrock, I can offer you food, and I can give you a ship. But money I can't do, I am planning a war.'

Enox says, 'A war?!?!, I don’t like them!'

Dytalorien perks up a bit.

Shandor says, 'with whom?

Kamrock stands and takes the Kings hand, 'Thank you, oh generous King.'

Biriki snaps, ' I disclose no information to any Elven spies.'

Dytalorien grins, "But you have no problem letting them in your castle?"

Shandor looks enraged, 'I am not an Elven spy, if I were I would probably cut you down where you stand.'

Shandor casts a murderous glace toward the king.

Biriki turns away from the group, 'Kamrock, I suggest you leave and this rabble too.'

Kamrock turns and walks to the door, gesturing for the others to leave first.

Bolfur says, 'Call me rabble again ya over ground balloon and I'll break in and take all the gold!'

Dytalorien grins at Bolfur, "Go for it."

Dramicus looks up at Bolfur, 'keep your mouth Bolfur'

Jordex whispers, 'I shall lead you to an Inn.'

Lesharn leaves quietly

Shandor waits until the others have left before leaving

Dytalorien leaves with a chuckle.

Mihwen thinks for herself 'what a nice dwarf'

Kamrock bows and leaves.

Enox asks,'What kind of creature are you Jordex?'

Jordex whispers, 'Me be a Sprite, a rare magical creature, they tells me.'

Shandor says, 'Creature, show us this inn.'

Dytalorien says to Shandor, " I think his name is Jordex."

Shandor says, 'I apologize Jordex, I have not heard your name.'

Jordex leads the group to a small dark tavern, smelling of sweat and ale.

Dytalorien grins at Shandor, "Getting hard of hearing with your age. Kamrock stated it when he greeted him."

Shandor grins at Dytalorienn, 'Perhaps I was trying to tune out the dwarf.'

Dytalorien nods in complete understanding.

Shandor says, 'It's too dark. Illumeio.' The inn fills up with a comfortable light

Enox thinks out loud, 'I hope the ale is as strong as last time'

Kamrock growls at Shandor and Dytalorienn

Dytalorien chuckles.

Shandor chuckles before heading to the bar, 'A round of dwarven ales.'

Dramicus asks Kamrock, 'Is there a place that I might find a lance in this town, my other one is in the serpents eye'

Jordex whispers, 'A faerie fire for me.'

Dytalorien says to Dramicus, "I recommend you get something smaller, carrying those around tend to get inconvenient."

Shandor says to Enox, 'Could you come here please?'

Enox walks to Shandor

Shandor removes a small bottle of liquid from his pack.

Shandor says, 'Could I see the arrows for that bow?'

Kamrock tells Dramicus, 'I know a brilliant smith here, who can forge the best long arms.

Enox says,'off course'

Enox hands over one of the arrows

Shandor opens the bottle of liquid and grabs a small brush. He dabs it in the liquid before putting it on the tip of the arrow.

Enox asks, 'Whats that?'

Shandor says, 'A poison, it will cause the enemy to weaken, age rapidly and eventually die.'

Enox says ' Nice, didn’t know you also good at that.'

Shandor begins coating it on all of the arrow tips. 'Something of a hobby.'

Shandor quickly adds with a half-smile, 'Only poisons though.'

Kamrock chuckles, 'I feel safer that I sleep next to a poisons expert.'

Mihwen sits down on a dirty chair

Dramicus asks Kamrock 'could you tell me where he can be found'

Nezai says, 'I shall get me a poleaxe while I'm here.'

Kamrock says, 'Nezai shall lead you there.'

Nezai walks slowly out of the Inn and down the road.

Dramicus follows Nezai

Bolfur goes over to a group in the corner and begins talking quietly.

Lesharn is looking toward Bolfur with interest.

Enox looks surprised 'Bolfur your not shouting'

Bolfur ignores the comment and continues with the group of Dwarves.

Kamrock examines the group, 'Rogues!'

Dytalorien scratches his head and grabs a nearby stool before plopping down.

Narrator: While no-one, except Lesharn, is watching a small leather pouch is given to Bolfur

Lesharn says, 'What's in that?'

Bolfur , returning to the group, 'Oh, nothing, just something for my...er cough.' Bolfur pretends to cough.

Shandor says, 'Strange, I never heard you coughing before.'

Bolfur growls, 'Probably the effects of the poison you put on the arrows.'

Nezai returns with a large poleaxe.

Dramicus follows Nezai into the inn with a spear

Bolfur shouts, 'Now, according to those over there, ' he indicates the group, 'say that the Gifts are in a clump of woods nearby.'

Shandor says, 'Really?'

Jordex flies into a corner and drinks his drink in dark.

Bolfur nods, 'They told me the directions, so you'd best follow me.'

Shandor says, 'Very well.'

Enox says, 'Lets Go then'

Mihwen says 'are you sure?'

Shandor says, 'I believe him.

Bolfur says, 'Aye, good to know, follow me then.'

Bolfur leaves the inn and starts walking east.

Shandor follows

Dramicus follows Bolfur out of the inn

Lesharn looks at the group again before following the dwarf

Enox follows Bolfur, but he makes his new bow ready

Narrator: Bolfur leads them a mile east where there is a small clump of trees.

Bolfur says, 'Stay here for a moment.'

Bolfur goes behind one of the trees

Mihwen says 'okay'

Bolfur calls out, 'There's a note here, giving directions, seems they didn't want it left to be found.'

Mihwen whispers 'look out now'

Enox 's amulet starts to glow again

Lesharn peeks around the tree.

Bolfur comes bounding out and goes toward town again.

Shandor muses, 'Seems to be a wild goose chase.'

Enox 's amulet stopped

Dramicus says I wonder where he is running off to

Bolfur says, 'Never fear, follow me.'

Enox says, 'Me too.'

Kamrock says, 'I'm too old to walk too far.'

Narrator: Bolfur leads them back to town

Shandor says, 'Where is this leading?'

Bolfur rubs his hands together, 'soon, soon.'

Lesharn mumbles, 'I never saw any note.'

Enox says 'This getting nowhere, I think. '

Narrator: Bolfur has led them to a small, dark, alleyway.

Bolfur says, 'It's just down here, I'll led.'

Lesharn suddenly shouts, 'No, I don't trust you.'

Shandor looks toward Lesharn

Bashkar trudges around in the nearby woods searching for food

Bashkar Eyes the small town and scratches his head

Bashkar holds his large club on his shoulder, ready in case anything should jump out of the town toward him

Bolfur leads them further into the alley

Lesharn says, 'Bolfur, NO, there was no note, I saw no note!'

Enox follows Bolfur further into the alley.

Bolfur waves his hand back at them.

Narrator: As Lesharn and Bolfur continue their argument, however abnormal it is for Lesharn to argue. As Bolfur leads them further into the darkened alley the rest of the group slow down slightly.

Narrator: Suddenly the earth starts shaking. The sky starts quaking. A line forms a square-like shape in front of Bolfur and Lesharn. It is as if a knife had sliced through the dimensional barriers. The space in the square disappears as a wave of scorching hot air thunders from the shape. Everyone except Lesharn and Bolfur are knocked to the ground. No-one can get back to their feet, apart from Enox who had been closest to Bolfur and Lesharn.

Narrator: A portal has opened. The world on the other side has the makings of nearly every religion’s hell. The sky was a dark red, it was burning. The ground on the other side was a light with all manner of flames. Buildings lie in flaming ruins.

Bolfur yells, ‘Ha, seems I’ve got a nice sack o’ gold for delaying you long enough for ‘Them’ to set up this’ indicates the portal, ‘ and delivering you to Tarkna, one of the most painful hell dimensions known. Now just hand over the human Gifts.’

Lesharn shoves Bolfur, ‘No, I won’t let you!’

Enox shouts, 'Be Carefull!'

Shandor is pinned to the ground

Enox shoots an Arrow at Bolfur

Bolfur , as the arrow hits straight into his chest, ‘No! Thwarted, but not fully.’

Enox shouts, 'YEAH A HIT!'

Bolfur grins evilly before grabbing Lesharn around the neck. He falls backward into the portal, dragging Lesharn with him.

Shandor shouts, ' Lesharn!!!!'

Mihwen screams 'Lesharn!!!!'

Enox shouts, ' HELP HIM!'

Narrator: As suddenly as it opens the portal closes

Shandor can suddenly get to his feet.

Shandor dashes to where the portal was

Enox start searching his books as a mad man

Shandor slumps on the ground, 'There's nothing.'

Shandor says, 'Nothing at all, Lesharn is gone.'

Enox says, ' There must be a spell'

Shandor says, 'Enox, there is no portal to Tarkna, I do not know how that was opened.'

Enox dropping tears from his eyes

Dramicus punches the ground with his fist, cutting it open

Bashkar watches the group from some distance

Shandor just sits on the ground, not saying anything, not doing anything.

Mihwen just stand there quiet

Enox is still searching, even he knows there is no spell

Bashkar places his club against the ground, leaning on it

Jordex whispers, 'Portals are strange things, Me be told they keep changing, and nayone can use them.'

Dramicus says, 'Its not right....Lesharn doesn't deserve this'

Shandor yells, 'To be dragged by that *flith* into Tarkna.'

Enox shouts, 'NOOOOO!!!!, this cant be happening.'

Shandor yells in anger and sorrow, slamming his sword into the ground with such force that it shatters

Kamrock winces, 'That better not be my Basserix.'

Shandor growls at Kamrock, 'Who cares about a stupid blade?!'

Shandor throws the hilt of the blade far away.

Kamrock growls back, 'I do, that took a long time to finish.'

Bashkar Begins to trudge closer toward the town, curious and still hungry

Shandor growls, 'You care more about *that* than Lesharn?' he unsheathes a blade, and throws it at Kamrock's feet, 'Fine, take your blade.'

Kamrock picks up his sword, cleaning it.

Shandor 's eyes begins to glow as suddenly a bolt of fire blasts into the wall.

Enox bumping his head against the place where the portal was

Bashkar pauses and backs up at the sight of the fire

Bashkar readies his club and continues toward the town

Shandor sits on the cold ground again.

Mihwen still just stand there quiet

Bashkar is nearly feet from the nearest house

Shandor mumbles barely aware of his surroundings, 'There should be a funeral....and a wake.....what about food......'

Enox turns to Shandor, 'We don’t know if he is dead...' hoping to bring some Hope into the party

Shandor continues mumbling, 'What about his belongings? I think...I think Mihwen should have them.'

Shandor looks at Enox, 'No creature can survive that, not even for a seconds, trust me.'

Dramicus looks up suddenly and says, 'Thats it!'

Mihwen says calmly 'I’ll keep them for him. AND he's not dead'

Shandor heeds no attention to Dramicus.

Bashkar finds a place to hide behind a large bush, and gets a better look

Bashkar scans the area for some potential food source

Shandor says, 'He is far worse than dead. Thor's 2nd cousin, Tinlay, was banished there, what came back....' he shudders.

Dramicus says, the dwarves Bolfur was talking to.....they must know something

Enox says, 'Dramicus is maybe right. '

Shandor grabs his three golden daggers, 'Then we shall find them and gut them! After they tell us.'

Mihwen falls to the ground

Bashkar grasps his club and considers charging into the town

Shandor shakily gets to his feet.

Shandor says, 'We should get to the inn before they are gone.'

Dramicus smiles evilly, 'good idea'

Kamrock struggles to rise, but eventually stands with help from his Priest.

Enox says, 'When I am finished with them they would like they never met me.'

Shandor shoves past the group and charges toward the inn.

Bashkar decides to wait until nightfall

Enox follows

Shandor 's eyes are still glowing as he hovers slightly off the ground.

Mihwen still lays on the ground, not moving

Kamrock wanders out of the city, toward a cemetery, 'I shall rejoin you later.'

Dramicus follows with his new spear ready

Enox if filling with anger his hands are almost flaming

Nezai kneels next to Mihwen, trying to revive the Elf.

Shandor arrives at the inn and, using magic, blasts the door open. He hovers inside.

Shandor enters the inn and the windows explode.

Shandor stops and yells, 'Where are they?'

Narrator: The Dwarves are nowhere

Bashkar lays down, out of sight of the village

Bashkar says, 'No food...'

Mihwen slowly wakes up

Shandor grabs the barkeep by the neck, 'Where are they? If you don't answer I'll make sure these daggers end up in nasty places.'

Mihwen walks away into the shadows

Enox points his bow to the direction of the barkeeper

Bashkar picks up Mihwen's scent in the distance

Nezai wanders toward the cemetery.

Narrator: Before the barkeep can answer the sound of something penetrating wood echoes around. A small trickle of blood comes from the barkeep as he slumps forward dead. An arrow has shot through the back of the inn and into him.

Enox runs outside if he can see the shooter

Narrator: Outside the place is even more barren and empty

Bashkar sighs slightly beginning to feel tired

Enox walks back to the inn

Enox says, 'I couldn’t find anyone.'

Shandor has slumped down on the ground again, this time in front of the fire. 'Look how the flames ripple, just like the portal.....'

Bashkar gets up, regardless and begins to stalk, just out of view of the town, searching for food

Shandor seems completely unaware of anything.

Dramicus says it looks like we have some sort of cult on our hands

Mihwen walks in into the inn

Enox starts smashing up the place, because of his anger

Bashkar gets sight of a small woodland animal and looks at it, wondering if this will be his only source of food

Bashkar tosses his club at the small creature, crushing its bones, and walks up to it

Bashkar picks it up and tosses it down his throat, consuming it with no effort

Bashkar snorts hungrily

Shandor is completely catatonic

Bashkar picks up his club again

Mihwen falls to the ground once again

Narrator: The inn is surprisingly quiet after Enox has finished destroying

Shandor suddenly seems to snap out of it.

Shandor looks around at the remaining group

Enox walks to the door and start smoking his pipe

Bashkar picks up a rock and hold's it

Mihwen rolling around on the floor in pain

Bashkar considers throwing it at the creature in the door of the inn

Bashkar drops it thinking that he will most likely miss anyway

Bashkar begins to trudge closer to the town until he is plainly in view of anyone that happens to be outside

Mihwen looks at the group 'he's not dead!'

Bashkar catches scent of the creatures in the inn

Bashkar gets close enough to listen in on what they are saying

Bashkar turns slightly, looking in the window

Bashkar snorts

Enox says, 'I think there is someone watching us.'

Bashkar ducks down slightly

Bashkar grasps his large club

Bashkar begins to move around to the back of the inn

Enox says, 'I think I was wrong I don’t hear it anymore.'

Shandor nods slowly.

Shandor says, 'Where is that uncaring fool Kamrock?'

Bashkar looks at his club, and then the wall of the inn

Enox shouts, 'KAMROCK!'

Bashkar hears Enox's scream

Jordex whispers, 'he left for the Cemetery, follow me'

Shandor says, 'I'm going to find him and I'll use his 'oh-so-great' Basserix to kill him.'

Bashkar rises

Shandor follows the sprite.

Enox says, 'I wait here for a second, to tired to do anything

Narrator: Those who followed are led to the cemetery

Jordex flies to into a cemetery, full of trees and head stones.

Shandor charges towards the dwarf

Bashkar follows the creatures from a distance

Bashkar watches the happenings in the cemetery

Kamrock looks round, tears in his eyes, 'Ahh Shandor.'

Shandor is metres away from the dwarf when he sees the tears. He stops

Kamrock wipes his face, 'Bloody rain.'

Shandor looks at the headstone Kamrock is standing in front of.

Shandor reads, 'Tenia. Who was she?'

Kamrock looks forward, staring at the roughly carved words, 'She was the niece of the King Fronor, a love of mine.'

Bashkar clutches his club with a hungry look on his face

Shandor looks at the headstone. All intentions of strangling the uncaring dwarf fading from his body. 'What happened?'

Bashkar eyes the dwarf

Kamrock sniffs and grins, 'Best bloody Dwarven women I went with.'

Bashkar sighs

Kamrock sighs, 'Same as Lesharn, I was there when she went, the same place.'

Shandor says, 'To Tarkna?'

Bashkar sighs and lumbers off looking for easier game

Shandor says, 'I am sorry, I didn't know.'

Kamrock growls, 'Whatever you call it, it's too awful to have a name.'

Dramicus asks, how long ago was it?

Kamrock sniffs, looking up, 'Hundred year ago, give or take.'

Shandor takes a few steps back to leave the Dwarf in peace.

Kamrock says, 'I'm sorry about not seeming to care, but Tenia meant more to me then Lesharn.'

Shandor nods, 'I understand, I have lost my entire family, and a few friends, I know the pain of unfair death.'

Shandor begins walking towards the inn again.

Kamrock stands and walks toward the Inn, alone.

Bashkar trudges on, still searching for food

Shandor enters the inn quietly

Mihwen sitting there looking into the fire

Bashkar arrives near the town once again

Dramicus walks by the rows of headstones until he is out of the graveyard on the other side

Bashkar sighs as his stomach begins to growl

Shandor says, 'We should probably get some rest

Shandor adds, 'And food.'

Kamrock runs to the bar and jumps behind the bench, grabbing a keg of ale.

Bashkar snorts

Shandor suddenly stops dead as he spots on of Lesharn's pastries lying on a table.'

Shandor picks it up, it was reasonably warm. He passes it to Mihwen, 'He would have wanted you to have one.'

Shandor says, 'What about his other belongings?'

Mihwen says 'I’ll save them for him'

Dramicus walks along the shore until he gets to his destination, a small cove almost hidden from view

Shandor nods, he knew there was no escape from Tarkna, but if it gave Mihwen hope.

Kamrock finishes the keg of ale and drops it, looking for another

Kamrock drops the keg on the floor as he spots something.

Mihwen falls to the ground in pain

Shandor reaches out to comfort Mihwen, but thinks against it.

Kamrock bends down and grabs various fruits and meats, flinging them across the bench into the Inn

Dramicus sits down by a rock with strange writing on it

Bashkar stands and begins to walk towards the inn, without much hope of finding anything to eat

Kamrock returns to drinking.

Bashkar raises his club and bashes at the inn door

Bashkar snorts, 'You have food in there?'

Shandor ignores the banging as his looks at Mihwen.

Shandor says quietly, 'Are you okay?'

Kamrock yells, 'Aye, we do.'

Bashkar raises the club above his head and brings it down on the door hard, bursting it open

Bashkar enters the inn

Dramicus says to himself, 'Another that must be avenged...'

Shandor looks up at the new visitor, 'No trouble *Troll* we are not in the mood.'

Dramicus picks up a stone and puts a new marking on the rock

Bashkar says, 'but, I'm hungry..'

Kamrock spits ale all over the bar, 'Ahh, a Troll, please eat, then join me for a drink.'

Bashkar looks around

Bashkar shrugs

Shandor says, 'Mihwen?'

Bashkar drops his club on the ground and begins to grab at every piece of food available

Mihwen slowly reacts

Kamrock says in a drunken slur, 'Shandor, do we not need a Troll to finish our job?'

Shandor says, 'Do you want anything to eat.'

Shandor says, 'If we do he can return tomorrow.'

Mihwen says 'no I’m fine'

Bashkar stops and wipes his mouth

Kamrock says in a drunken slur, 'Bah, let him stay tonight.'

Mihwen tries to getup

Shandor nods before sitting at a small leather couch. 'I am in no mood to do anything.'

Kamrock throws a keg of ale at the Troll, 'Drink, we've much to forget.'

Bashkar looks around at everyone, 'why so sad looking?'

Shandor sits quietly.

Bashkar nods

Bashkar grasps the keg and begins to drink

Mihwen says 'can anyone get me my little black leather bag?'

Shandor nods and stands up, 'I'll get it

Bashkar thumps it back down on the floor and picks up his club then sits down on the floor

Kamrock grabs another keg for himself, 'Anyone else want a drink?'

Shandor grabs the bag and passes it gentlely to Mihwen.

Dramicus slowly starts to walk back to the graveyard

Mihwen takes up a few berries from th bag and puts them i her mouth

Kamrock slurs to the Troll, 'So, what's it like being a Troll?'

Bashkar shrugs and says, 'eh..'

Kamrock says, 'Well let's start, what's ya name?'

Bashkar says, drooling a bit, 'Bashkar'

Bashkar says, 'what about you?'

Kamrock says, 'Well, they call me Kamrock.'

Kamrock says, 'I think that might be because that is my name.'

Bashkar says, 'hmm.. you are small, dwarf?'

Dramicus walks past the graveyard to the inn and enters it

Kamrock asks, 'Baskar, I'm a small Dwarf, yes, do you have a job.’

Bashkar says, 'job? only eat and sleep.'

Shandor begins thinking about the short time Lesharn was part of the group.

Mihwen still sits by the fire

Shandor spots Lesharn's lyre lying on a table.

Shandor looks at it but doesn't touch it. He grabs a cloth and wraps the lyre up in it. He sets it down next to Mihwen and smiles his sweet half-smile, 'To keep it clean for when he comes back.'

Shandor says meekly, 'We should..er, hold a service for Lesharn.'

Enox says, 'yes, you do that for friends.'

Shandor nods slowly

Shandor calls the group to gather round.

Enox walks to Shandor

Mihwen slowly gets up

Shandor begins a shakey speech, 'Lesharn was our friend. He was a kind, noble, innocent spirit whom Fate looked harshly upon.'

Mihwen screams 'he's not dead"!'

Shandor says, 'We best know him for his grand songs, we shall remember not only that but everything he did for us.'

Enox starts crying

Shandor says, barely holding tears back, 'Lesharn will always be with us.'

Shandor picks up a full tankard of ale shakily, he can barely hold it up as he says, 'To Lesharn!'

Enox shouts, 'To Lesharn!'

Shandor says, 'Normally Lesharn would play a tune to cheer us up.'