Faerun(Mosstone)

Weaseling Our Way South!

Don't eat the jerky...

Whew! Apparently, the paladins had a grand adventure without me. Magic! Mayhem! Minotaurs! It sounded like lots of excitement, until Zivon was gored to death by one of the minotaurs. Although, when he came walking back to Azkain’s, he didn’t seem to let getting ripped in half keep him down. Maybe he and Tyr are close, personal friends.

I didn’t get the chance to speak much to the skinny, bean-pole of a zealot before I had to leave them. After I relayed Azkain’s instructions, we decided to acquiesce to his request. The three had several questions about details for me about Melrilial and Azkain, but since I didn’t have the answers myself, I wasn’t able to give the specifics. We traveled to Mosstone to gather supplies and to my surprise, Zivon the Lean wanted to stay with me instead of his friends. I was a bit skeptical at first, but immediately turned on the charm and began asking him questions to get him talking about himself and his friend Aramis (of whom I’m sorry to say I still know very little about, except for that his father is dying-which was told to the group by Zivon!). He claimed that he and Aramis went to school together and trained under the great Father Olmrec. He described himself as an evangelist (yikes!), but after speaking with him, we seemed a bit more at ease with each other. He is a fairly simple man with an overwhelming passion for Tyr. He just proclaims it a little louder than the rest of us…

We hitched a wagon ride along the south-road (I negotiated two gold pieces a head, but he originally wanted five per person). This slovenly smuggler was very rough around the edges. He just wouldn’t shut up talking and blathering on about trips that he had made and things he had done. He did offer us some “jerky” as he called it and while three of us politely refused, Aramis said that he would love some jerky. Smiling a crooked-grin, the smuggler pulled out a dripping-wet piece of meat that he claimed to be weasel jerky. He took a chaw off of a piece he was holding and gave another piece to Aramis. All eyes were on him and he experimentally took a small bite. He smiled and nodded as the smuggler asked him if he liked it then quickly threw the rest away when the smuggler turned his head. He was green for the rest of the trip…

After divesting ourselves from the wagon, we began working our way overland. We destroyed a pack of zombies that were milling around a broken wagon. We also slew six orcs that were slowly roasting a screaming goblin over a fire. The orcs fell easily, but the paladins decided to question the goblin while it was still roasting over the fire because it registered as “evil” on their “evil-dar.” Well, a few convulsions later and the goblin didn’t make it. I hope Tyr doesn’t count that as a black-mark on their souls because technically, the goblin was evil. Oh well. Another reason why being a follower of Moradin has its benefits. The orcs were well-equipped and a few minutes later I had all of their gear in my wonderful haversack…

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