[Respite] - Factions

[valadaar]

"Lets not be to hasty, Jhoiric.  I Rathurd, he's Thomey. 
We'd a' helped more, but your test kind'a drained us," the first head said.

The second head, Thomey, spoke up,  "The boat, that might be a rough go - it's ceryemonial. It might float. Though my sources say the way you cam might be a bit rough. Some 'friends' are waitin for you."  The second head stared at Toboran with that pronouncement.

"The mines be about half hour walk that way, though no idea what might be livin' there now," Thomey pointed with his eyes somewhat parallel with the river.

[EchoMirage]

"Dwarven for 'lie in peace', dwarven for 'don't bother the living', dwarven for 'may your beer be plentiful and cool, though that other part may not bee too difficult', uh, Dwaven end. May whoever your god is bless you, and hold your soul close - or not, if you are not into it."
Gideon wouldn't make a good cleric, and he wondered whether no priest was better than a bad one. 'Oh, bollocks.' he thought, and pushed a stone slab over the remains of the dwarf.

"Did I hear 'mine' along with a gloomy and foreboding 'no idea what might be living there'? If so, then a-smite we go!"

[Drackler]

 "It seems the dwarves had a mine, exactly as we suspected. Is this what being lucky feels like? Ever since I came through to Respite I didn't think I'd feel lucky again."

[The Spiritborn]

"We had best find someone with healing skills. We cannot afford to fight off titanic cave animals in our current state." Fafnir shivered, he hated cold. The frost had left several burns all over his body and he would take a long time to heal without magic.

[Pieh]

Jhoric looked around at the bruised group. He was feeling quite fine, but the others certainly looked battered. He looked to his hand, at the shrunken heads, "Rathurd, Thomey, is there anything you can do to mend the wounds of our injured friends? If not," He looked at the others, "We may need to apply some magic-less bandages to the group."

[Hrofgar]

Balin finally put his wand away. He shivered slightly, as if he was cold, and then walked over to the slab the Gideon had pushed over. He spoke in dwarven, "Hvil i fred." Then he turned back to the rest, "Let's hope that we have to bring no more dwarves back from their rest. Now about this mine..."