Gregmon's grip is very firm as he shakes Durgans hand, "Tomes?" He asks, his voice a sonorous bass perfected by the metallic tone of the helm, "Ancient books? Truly a worthy cause, rediscovering lost information. Whatever creatures of darkness may stand in our way, our might shall send them back to the pits from whence they came! Let us press on, to...uh...where is this place, exactly?"
"I don't know," Erallis responds, "I wasn't paying attention. That priestess had nice eyes, though, crystal blue, like a lake in spring."
He sighs with longing, a slight smile on his face.
Gregmon tells Durgan, "Lead on, friend! The time has come for our grand adventure! Tally Ho!"
"Eastwards, one week." Durgan says. "I must get the slave we talked about and hand her over to the temple. Meanwhile why don't you gab rations for the journey, I only have enough for the trip there, but not back. Also do either of you have a tent large enough for all? Meet at the East gate?"
Gregmons voice rumbles from his helm, "We no longer have a tent."
"I lost it!" Erallis chimes in merrily.
"I have to admit I'd forgotten about supplies. Very well, we shall procure the equipment necessary for this venture, then meet you at the Eastern Gate. Do you have any items you would like us to pick up for you?"
Out of Game: Gregmon and Erallis have 5 weeks rations between them, here's my list of supplies to get, let me know if you want anything else:
2 Weeks rations
2 Waterskins
Rope 50 ft
2 Torches
Flask of Oil
Tinderbox (Flint + Steel)
Tent
Edited: Oinodaemon on 6th Jun, 2013 - 1:02pm
Out of Character: If you're willing to share rations then I'm fine, otherwise 1 week of rations. I suggest just posting the list of items in the game thread with total cost, assume that we buy mundane gear in a city, and fast-forward to leaving the gate.
"Ah, well, no-one to watch our backs," Says Durgan. "Not like the three and a half of us needed it!" He says, hinting at Gregmon's prowess.
He waves them to start walking and says "I shall make up the rear guard, for Trithereon has blessed me with healing hands and we would be wise to keep that asset in the back lines. And it the threat is from the rear," He knocks on his small wooden shield, "I can care for myself."
As the march begins, Durgan pulls out his holy symbol, wrought of iron, and mumbles prayers, only half concentrating on the road.
"So, I'll be in the middle? That sounds good to me." Erallis says.
Gregmon nods to Durgan, "Excellent. We shall bring the corpses of the tomb peace, by killing them. "
"Re-killing them." Erallis corrects.
"Due East she said," Durgan says when Gregmon stops at the fork. He points, "So that way! Any self-respecting city should put bloody signs up this close to it walls."
"Indeed." Gregmon responds. "It does seem like such would be expedient for travelers."
"I remember this one time," Erallis says, "I was at a fork like this one, and I took the wrong turn. After traipsing through the mountains for several hours, I decided to camp out in a small cave I found. Turned out it was filled with orcs, just returned from a raid. They chased me for a while, but I lost 'em, eventually."