This is a private fantasy adventure for Kriv and Olaf. This roleplay is invite only and we are not accepting any other players. If you have not been invited to participate, DO NOT POST HERE.
Krivaniros was not the only traveller by far making preparations to depart along with the rest of the pilgrimage, and he took the opportunity to observe those around him, noting armaments, defences, the sturdiness of the wagons, and any other such factors that he had been rigorously trained to take into account.
Dressed in leather armour that, while with a few dints and dents, was otherwise well-maintained, he looked over the scholar to whom he and Olaf had been assigned, along with the scholar, 'Tristil', who had accompanied hm from Beatha, a willowy dark-skinned androgynous figure with a satchel clutched tightly to them. Their dark robes complemented the armour.
They were engaged in deep discussion with the individual who had paid for the additional protection, a half-orc whose name he had learned was 'Danhel'. He looked to the other scholar's protection, the... he couldn't quite tell what he was, and a low clicking sound came from him as he worked the two sets of mandibles hidden within his jaws thoughtfully.
He shifted the pack at his back so then it settled more comfortably against his shoulders, keeping his dark eyes alert for signs of them moving off as one of his taloned hands rested on top of the obsidian khopesh at his side. But there seemed to be a little time, and so he made his way over to the considerably taller figure. "This one..." He nodded to the half-orc. "... have you known them before?"
His voice was to the point but not unkind in the tone underlying the words, and his grasp of Common was fluent.
Dressed in leather armour that, while with a few dints and dents, was otherwise well-maintained, he looked over the scholar to whom he and Olaf had been assigned, along with the scholar, 'Tristil', who had accompanied hm from Beatha, a willowy dark-skinned androgynous figure with a satchel clutched tightly to them. Their dark robes complemented the armour.
They were engaged in deep discussion with the individual who had paid for the additional protection, a half-orc whose name he had learned was 'Danhel'. He looked to the other scholar's protection, the... he couldn't quite tell what he was, and a low clicking sound came from him as he worked the two sets of mandibles hidden within his jaws thoughtfully.
He shifted the pack at his back so then it settled more comfortably against his shoulders, keeping his dark eyes alert for signs of them moving off as one of his taloned hands rested on top of the obsidian khopesh at his side. But there seemed to be a little time, and so he made his way over to the considerably taller figure. "This one..." He nodded to the half-orc. "... have you known them before?"
His voice was to the point but not unkind in the tone underlying the words, and his grasp of Common was fluent.
The caravan was assembling as the half ogre made his way over to the scholar and other half of the security detail that was to protect him. Olaf seldom ventured far from his cave, but had recently returned from a long adventure where he had accompanied a postal hobbit known as Slappy, protecting him on his route delivering parcels and letters between towns. That had lead the pair to join an elf maiden and cleric on some unplanned stops that had included protecting a temple from demons, retrieving the stolen official seal of a noble and rescuing a kidnapped town elder, but not in that order.
The half ogre had so much fun, that when he got word of a caravan in a nearby village looking for a variety of hired hands, he decided to sign on. He ended up assigned to the protection detail of a scholar accompanying the pilgrimage. Olaf was more than happy to help out. Protecting travelers was one of his specialties and he came highly recommended by his previous companions, each of whom had written a letter of recommendation before going their separate ways. At least, that's what they had told him the papers they had given him said. Olaf couldn't actually read. Word of their recent adventures had spread through the area, lending credibility to his claims, however.
"Hello, everyone," the ogre said as if addressing a large group, "I'm Olaf." Olaf spoke with slightest hint of a speech impediment. He wore leather armor and shin guards over his leather boots covering his legs below the knee. The sack he carried held his belongings which was slung over one shoulder and his great ax over the other. He sat the bag down for a moment so he had a free hand. "And this... is my friend Teddy! Can you say hello, Teddy?"
He removed a small stuff bear from his belt and held it up. Almost comically, the ogre made the stuffed bear nod and used his finger to have Teddy wave one of his paws. The bear was non-descript beyond being a brown, cloth toy a child would sleep with at night. The only features it had were two black, button eyes. The stuffed bear lacked a nose or any sign of a mouth and wore no clothes.
"Teddy doesn't talk, so please don't be offended by his shyness. We're both pleased to meet you and reporting for duty," the ogre concluded.
The half ogre had so much fun, that when he got word of a caravan in a nearby village looking for a variety of hired hands, he decided to sign on. He ended up assigned to the protection detail of a scholar accompanying the pilgrimage. Olaf was more than happy to help out. Protecting travelers was one of his specialties and he came highly recommended by his previous companions, each of whom had written a letter of recommendation before going their separate ways. At least, that's what they had told him the papers they had given him said. Olaf couldn't actually read. Word of their recent adventures had spread through the area, lending credibility to his claims, however.
"Hello, everyone," the ogre said as if addressing a large group, "I'm Olaf." Olaf spoke with slightest hint of a speech impediment. He wore leather armor and shin guards over his leather boots covering his legs below the knee. The sack he carried held his belongings which was slung over one shoulder and his great ax over the other. He sat the bag down for a moment so he had a free hand. "And this... is my friend Teddy! Can you say hello, Teddy?"
He removed a small stuff bear from his belt and held it up. Almost comically, the ogre made the stuffed bear nod and used his finger to have Teddy wave one of his paws. The bear was non-descript beyond being a brown, cloth toy a child would sleep with at night. The only features it had were two black, button eyes. The stuffed bear lacked a nose or any sign of a mouth and wore no clothes.
"Teddy doesn't talk, so please don't be offended by his shyness. We're both pleased to meet you and reporting for duty," the ogre concluded.
Word had reached at least Danhel, even if not the two Fae. While the half-orc was on the side of being more transient than local, he had been around the area long enough to pick up on some of the rumours going around, and the long adventure or at least bits of it had been among what had reached his curious, slightly pointed ears.
As the towering, strong-looking figure approached, Krivaniros's antennae vibrated just slightly to either side of his head in curiousity. The quirk of speech was not regarded negatively, the Myrmidon being well-travelled enough by that point to have heard quite a number of impediments and dialects both. With a fascination for language that was not appropriate for a warrior of his kind to have, secretly nurtured and definitely so on expeditions like the one that he was on, he listened eagerly.
The introduction was expected. The introduction of a cuddly toy, perhaps not so much. But his lips curved up at the sheer innocence that was displayed in the gesture. It was wholesome and it was not what he had anticipated. As much as it was inwardly rather more jarring against what he knew or at least, what was expected of him, this was a new world and he was open to what the world brought him to witness. "It is a pleasure to meet you both, Olaf and Teddy. Have you been adventuring together for long?"
Danhel and Tristil waited until after the fae had spoken before giving their own names in turn. Tristil only addressed Olaf with an open look of some confusion while the half-orc seemed a little more willing to just adapt to things as they made themselves known, teddy bear included. What was the harm?
As the towering, strong-looking figure approached, Krivaniros's antennae vibrated just slightly to either side of his head in curiousity. The quirk of speech was not regarded negatively, the Myrmidon being well-travelled enough by that point to have heard quite a number of impediments and dialects both. With a fascination for language that was not appropriate for a warrior of his kind to have, secretly nurtured and definitely so on expeditions like the one that he was on, he listened eagerly.
The introduction was expected. The introduction of a cuddly toy, perhaps not so much. But his lips curved up at the sheer innocence that was displayed in the gesture. It was wholesome and it was not what he had anticipated. As much as it was inwardly rather more jarring against what he knew or at least, what was expected of him, this was a new world and he was open to what the world brought him to witness. "It is a pleasure to meet you both, Olaf and Teddy. Have you been adventuring together for long?"
Danhel and Tristil waited until after the fae had spoken before giving their own names in turn. Tristil only addressed Olaf with an open look of some confusion while the half-orc seemed a little more willing to just adapt to things as they made themselves known, teddy bear included. What was the harm?
"Teddy and I have been friends for a long time," Olaf replied. "We only started adventuring a short while ago, but we've been helping travelers along the road near our cave for as long as we can remember. Teddy even got a medal! Isn't that right, Teddy?"
The ogre made the stuffed bear nod. "He's a bit modest and doesn't like to talk about it," Olaf continued. "But maybe we can tell you about our adventures while we are traveling together. What about you?"
The ogre moved his ax so he could lean on its handle, putting the bladed end on the ground. He continued to let the sack sit at his feat and held Teddy with his free hand. Usually, the ogre held the toy behind the head, using 2 of his fingers to move the bear's , and his thumb and remaining fingers to keep a grip on the bear's neck.
The ogre made the stuffed bear nod. "He's a bit modest and doesn't like to talk about it," Olaf continued. "But maybe we can tell you about our adventures while we are traveling together. What about you?"
The ogre moved his ax so he could lean on its handle, putting the bladed end on the ground. He continued to let the sack sit at his feat and held Teddy with his free hand. Usually, the ogre held the toy behind the head, using 2 of his fingers to move the bear's , and his thumb and remaining fingers to keep a grip on the bear's neck.
Krivaniros listened intently, and such was able to be discerned by the subtle angling of his head and the intense focus of those dark eyes. His lips curved up at that, concealed mandibles making a subtle clicking sound, a vocalisation of approval. "To earn an accolade so soon after beginning adventuring is no small feat." His tone was genuine, not sarcastic. The Myrmidon had no talent nor taste for guile and misdirection, and so did not even try. What he expressed was honest and to the point. "To answer, no. This is my first adventure here but not my first overall. I have been on a few expeditions before." He kept the numbers vague simply out of habit, but he didn't have a boastful presentation to him either.
Danhel smiled, regarding the axe once it was leaned on. It looked like a weapon that was used, and that only helped add further credibility to the tale. On the newer side to adventuring himself, he was learning how to tell those who were more experienced apart from those who were more like himself.
Tristil was paying attention to the caravan overall, allowing the small group that seemed to have gathered between them to converse, their antennae up and alert, flicking occasionally as they took in the sights and sounds of the preparations. "I think we are going to be moving off soon, people seem to be loading more things into wagons." They looked to Olaf. "Do you need anything to go in one or do you carry your stuff?" They motioned with a clawed hand to the nearest wagon, not all that far from them, where a few merchant types were settling in and securing the last of their cargo, the supplies for the journey.
Danhel smiled, regarding the axe once it was leaned on. It looked like a weapon that was used, and that only helped add further credibility to the tale. On the newer side to adventuring himself, he was learning how to tell those who were more experienced apart from those who were more like himself.
Tristil was paying attention to the caravan overall, allowing the small group that seemed to have gathered between them to converse, their antennae up and alert, flicking occasionally as they took in the sights and sounds of the preparations. "I think we are going to be moving off soon, people seem to be loading more things into wagons." They looked to Olaf. "Do you need anything to go in one or do you carry your stuff?" They motioned with a clawed hand to the nearest wagon, not all that far from them, where a few merchant types were settling in and securing the last of their cargo, the supplies for the journey.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you," Olaf replied in a cheerful voice. "Teddy and I are both looking forward to working with you." The ogre didn't pry for any further details and seemed to take the information offered at face value.
Olaf nodded at the observation that it looked like the caravan was nearing departure time. When the offer was made to allow him to put his belongings in one of the wagons. The ogre nodded. "Why yes, I think it would be nice to put my sack in here," he said picking the bag up off of the ground. "That way I can have my hands free in case we have any emergencies. Being in a caravan can be dangerous!"
While that statement seemed obvious and maybe sounded a bit naive, Olaf had been involved in enough ambushes and other encounters from his adventures to know that it was crucial to stay ready at all times and be alert. A moment of letting one's guard down could prove to be a fatal mistake.
He sat his possessions in the back of the wagon and now held his ax with both hands, keeping it ready, but not in a threatening position. Teddy was once again secured to his belt. "Is there a particular position you want me to guard along our wagon once we start moving," he inquired. Generally, the hired hands walked along side the carts and wagons. Big caravans moved very slowly. Typically, he would walk along one side of the wagon or behind it. He'd find a spot that made sense if his employer had no specific preference.
Olaf nodded at the observation that it looked like the caravan was nearing departure time. When the offer was made to allow him to put his belongings in one of the wagons. The ogre nodded. "Why yes, I think it would be nice to put my sack in here," he said picking the bag up off of the ground. "That way I can have my hands free in case we have any emergencies. Being in a caravan can be dangerous!"
While that statement seemed obvious and maybe sounded a bit naive, Olaf had been involved in enough ambushes and other encounters from his adventures to know that it was crucial to stay ready at all times and be alert. A moment of letting one's guard down could prove to be a fatal mistake.
He sat his possessions in the back of the wagon and now held his ax with both hands, keeping it ready, but not in a threatening position. Teddy was once again secured to his belt. "Is there a particular position you want me to guard along our wagon once we start moving," he inquired. Generally, the hired hands walked along side the carts and wagons. Big caravans moved very slowly. Typically, he would walk along one side of the wagon or behind it. He'd find a spot that made sense if his employer had no specific preference.
Krivaniros was, inwardly, deeply relieved. He had been on a few adventuring journeys like the one currently before, back where he had hailed from, and where multiple parties of bodyguards were involved, the inevitable proverbial mandible-measuring contests had followed. This easy acceptance of more people doing the same job? It was an intense relief. "Likewise!" His tone was warm; he genuinely meant it.
The statement didn't bother him, even if it made Danhel raise an eyebrow slightly. But he was only fleetingly distracted and was soon back to engaging with one of the other scholars. Already they were theorising. How expected! Even with the language barrier at points, gestures and minor illusion magics to illustrate a point helped to convey what was needed.
One of the guards helping to direct things paused at the question and then motioned to back rear side of the wagon he had just put his things on. "Here and thereabouts will work, just be a barrier to the wagons as we walk." A moving line of defence. Kriv' was given the same instruction. While he wasn't initially comfortable with being parted from the scholar of his own kind, clicking his hidden mandibles a little, there were enough guards that he felt secure enough doing so, after some consideration. Which meant that he was able to look sidelong and talk to Olaf, if desired.
And so, the caravan set off at a methodical pace, neither too fast for those on foot but not at a snail's pacing either.
The statement didn't bother him, even if it made Danhel raise an eyebrow slightly. But he was only fleetingly distracted and was soon back to engaging with one of the other scholars. Already they were theorising. How expected! Even with the language barrier at points, gestures and minor illusion magics to illustrate a point helped to convey what was needed.
One of the guards helping to direct things paused at the question and then motioned to back rear side of the wagon he had just put his things on. "Here and thereabouts will work, just be a barrier to the wagons as we walk." A moving line of defence. Kriv' was given the same instruction. While he wasn't initially comfortable with being parted from the scholar of his own kind, clicking his hidden mandibles a little, there were enough guards that he felt secure enough doing so, after some consideration. Which meant that he was able to look sidelong and talk to Olaf, if desired.
And so, the caravan set off at a methodical pace, neither too fast for those on foot but not at a snail's pacing either.
Olaf nodded. "Okay, Teddy. We have our place! We have to pay careful attention that no one sneaks up on us! Why don't you rest a bit and I'll guard first," He told the stuffed bear and put in on his belt. Olaf then turned to Kriv.
"Teddy likes to feel included, but don't worry, he won't get in the way," the ogre promised. Olaf had his ax out in the event of any attacks but did not take a threatening pose with it.
The caravan set off. The many wagons filled with wares and various pack animals were accompanied by many on foot. In general, only wagon drivers, the elderly or children rode in the carts and wagons. The pace was slow, not faster than a casual walk to accommodate the many different beings of all sizes. Kriv and Olaf were among the largest on the caravan all the way down to human children, gnomes and halflings.
Wagons would join and depart the caravan as they traveled. There was safety in numbers and no formal requirements to travel with the group. As the large procession left the town behind, Olaf turned to Kriv. "Do you know how far we plan to travel today," He asked. The ogre couldn't really think of anything else to ask to make conversation.
"Teddy likes to feel included, but don't worry, he won't get in the way," the ogre promised. Olaf had his ax out in the event of any attacks but did not take a threatening pose with it.
The caravan set off. The many wagons filled with wares and various pack animals were accompanied by many on foot. In general, only wagon drivers, the elderly or children rode in the carts and wagons. The pace was slow, not faster than a casual walk to accommodate the many different beings of all sizes. Kriv and Olaf were among the largest on the caravan all the way down to human children, gnomes and halflings.
Wagons would join and depart the caravan as they traveled. There was safety in numbers and no formal requirements to travel with the group. As the large procession left the town behind, Olaf turned to Kriv. "Do you know how far we plan to travel today," He asked. The ogre couldn't really think of anything else to ask to make conversation.
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