Lionel ruffles through his pack and takes out a necklace, the necklace consists of a simple cord, and a small silver holy symbol intricately carved. Lionel goes to Pundit, he shows him the necklace and says, "This necklace belonged to my father, it's all I have left from him, it is both the symbol of our kingdom, and one of the symbols that represent Heironeous, maybe we can find a way to use this to help me with my trauma, like blessing the necklace to to protect me, and help me better work will my trauma."
Edited: Thomaslee on 6th Jan, 2010 - 9:48pm
Foxthorn moves through the forest and towards the group. He stands next to Beast and says to the group, "I will take second watch after you Skedvick. This in some way may allow you some rest Beast."
Foxthorn was feeling sorry for Beast and had seen much of what he was feeling amongst his half-elf brothers as they too were ignored by his 'pure-blood' Uncles.
Beast calms himself down and then points to the deer meat that he has not been offered yet. He looks over at Foxthorn with a look of like what are you waiting for? Beast almost feels tempted to just grab it and run but his wisdom gets him together.
Lionel notices the commotion by the fire, and says to the stranger, "What Beast is trying to ask is can he have some of you deer meat, my name Lionel by the way", with one of his best smiles.
"It is odd the number of lone souls haunting these orc-filled woods," says Namdar to the two strangers, approaching their fire, face obscured by his turban. he introduces himself and his group to the two and (I presume) introductions are made by them also.
"If you would be so gracious, perhaps we could share your camping spot, as it appears you have found a fine one, considering the area and the danger, and we are beginning to tire. We will share what we have also, though I fear it is mostly dried rations, though I think we may be able to spare a few coins for your troubles."
The half-orc looks at the two. "In fact," he says, scratching his chin through the cotton material, "perhaps we should join together, for safety in numbers, and mutual protection and progress in this area."
Namdar explains the group's intent and relaxes on a nearby overgrown stump, drinking water from his flask.
"I for one would be honored to share camp with such fine warriors and those who are learning the way of their Gods. I do believe a dark camp might be wise and easier to protect."
Ponders asking the lighter of group if they mind Beast having any meat that might be left over.
Oliron calmly walks to the fire and takes a leg from the roasting deer carcass. Ripping it from the deer he hands it you Beast he says, "Here you are Beast." Staring at the new party members ominously Oliron chews on his dry meat.
"What brings you two of such differences out here in this orc infested wilderness?" Oliron chews passingly, watching the two travelers intently.
The shadows of the campfire deepen the shadows on Oliron's scarred face and muscular body, making them darker. His eyes are cold and distant. His demeanor foreboding.
Edited: Oliron on 7th Jan, 2010 - 5:51pm
* Noticing all these new people we are happening on Krusten is inwardly nervous. She wonders if it is not some sort of trap. Instead of saying anything she keeps quiet while looking around to see what may be hiding in the woods. *