
Though it was a bit early for this creature's rambunctiousness, he couldn't help but to be cheered up. Was he a dwarf? Faruq had never seen one in person, but he was much too thin to be a dwarf by the accounts that he had heard. Anyway, it had been sometime since he had been or witnessed such elation.
"Though I take no offense, you would be wise not to call us "Sandmen" if in the future you run into another of my tribesmen." Faruq smiles to offset the rudeness of his correction. "They may not be as understanding as I, and they are generally much bigger than I." Faruq let's out a short couple of chuckles before continuing. "Faruq Fikri is my name. I have my doubts that you heard me in last night's storm. Please, sit down and dine with me."
Anntreen takes her time praying, before she quickly gathering her items.
For the day she has decided to prepare the ability to cast form the fallowing spells should the need arise.
Level 0
Guidance: +1 on one attack roll, saving throw, or skill check.
Cure Minor +1hp
Mending: Makes minor repairs on an object.
Level 1
Cure Light Wounds 1D8+1/level (+1 for domain) (up to +5 for lvl)
Sanctuary: Opponents can't attack you, and you can't attack.
Summon Monster I: Calls extraplanar creature to fight for you.
The party prepares to have breakfast, warmed up by the hot tisane. The aged tenant points to the back door, in answer to Anntreen's question: "That way, my dear", she says, "Not many bushes around here but you can hide behind the stables if you feel ashamed". With a kind smile, she turns her back and disappears behind the kitchen door.
Butch slowly walks to the front entrance, still holding a cloth duster in his hands, and carefully removes the thick wooden bar, that is locking the door, from its place. After opening the entrance, he takes a step backwards, surprised. Then he strafes to his right to allow inside a thin, light dressed, commoner. The boy shivers in an uncontrollable way as his cold body starts feeling the warmth of the fireplace. You guess he might already be waiting outside since some time. Butch and the newcomer talk briefly in a low tone, then the young peasant follows an apparent order from the innkeeper and sits in a corner next to the crackling fire.
"Brother Tomas has been summoned at the Goatshearer's ranch", reports the innkeeper talking to the group. "No need to hurry, anyway. Nobody should go outside without having a decent meal first. Take your time and fill your stomach if you wish so, Sir Tomas. Whoever you are. Your guide has instructions to wait for you and lead you to the estate.
While the first bowls of soup start to arrive at the tables, Mr Murno appears from the stairs and takes place at the same table where he was sitting the night before. Without a word, the old barmaid begins to serve him his breakfast.
Out of Character: Except Krusten and Anntreen, who wants to have breakfast will be charged 1 silver piece.
When Anntreen enters the room, Mina quickly re applies her glove ad rolls it up to her elbow. Anntreen tells her of the men of their group being downstairs as well as breakfast. Mina thanks her and grabs her items and goes down. Downstairs she finds Krustin at a table and joins her keeping silent until someone can make introductions.
Anntreen take a seat near Ferrin, her bags slipped under her chair, she sits near the halfling man, whom has said hi to her when she slipped past threw to use the restroom a bit before, as she can.
"Good morning Ferrin." She says with a smile as she sits down. Edited: KittenPunk on 2nd Jan, 2013 - 8:13am
Having slept in until this point, Tomas' eyes dart open at the mention of his name. Years of strict drills instantly cause his blood to coarse and his ears adjust quickly to hear the message. When he is told to take his time, he visibly relaxes.
A minute after the message, he shoots up in bed. In his tiredness yesterday, he'd forgotten his prayers! He quickly moves to a corner and starts mumbling prayers. "O glorious Felnuus, your faithful servant beseeches you for forgiveness. I would never wish to lose your favor." With those words he puts his hands against the wall and begins to spin his head starting slow, but gaining momentum. At the end of his prayer his head spinning wildly, he slams his head into the side of the inn.
Shuffling back, he puts his face against the ground, starts rocking gently and says his usual prayers three times over in quick succession.
Head still reeling, he gets up, supporting himself against the wall. He shuffles over towards breakfast and puts down two silver on the table. Eating slowly, not talking to anyone or listening, just going over his mistake in his addled brain. Finishing his meal, he adds 4 more copper to the pile and heads out the front door.
He looks left and right for anything resembling a ranch, preferably with goats in it. From behind him the guide emerges and he ignores anything the guide says, following silently.
Out of Character:: Nobody should take this post personally I hope. It's entirely in character. I've decided that I want to play the religion of Felnuus borrowing a bit from Islam, with a focus on building civilisation, and with the passages on other religions being a bit more tolerant, but still having a sense of superiority above them. Would you agree to this Brucerono?
Out of Character: No problem at all for me, mate. Moreover I live in a muslim country so "Nothing new under the sky". You just forgot to point your finger to the sky and then to the ground.
By the way, the invitation was directed to Tomas but all the party will be welcome at Goatshearer's Ranch.
I would urge you guys to start voting for a leader because, if not, everytime we have to do something (interacting with Npc, deciding what to do next, strategy for combat, etc..) I will have to wait for all of you to post your idea which can be very long, specially if there are different opinions about a subject which may require multiple posts. For a small party it can work but you guys are 7 now and if somebody can't post for three or four days all the others will have to wait for his/her return. Maybe, the better solution could be having one or more players offering to become the leader and the others voting for the one that they judge more appropriate. I will post something about this in the Player's Hub.
Anntreen eats her breakfast and thank's the bar maid for her serves, she gatherers up her items and with a smile adds, "Well Shall we all go say hi to the kids!" and, then fallows siut out the door.