Mission: Dwarven Bakery | 10.25.13

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Tesarik One: OH Mission: "Dwarven Bakery"

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abenedictionhymn: Viola Harrington, Sapphire Defender, 2d60, HP39, DC18,

Healing 18 points

of the heavens: Emerald Marshall - Evangeline Marcon - Support/Healer - 2d78

- 48HP - Def DC 14 - Healing Affinity 86 / Self-Heal 27

questing requiem: Girard "Requiem" Sirri | Ruby Sentinel | 3d84 (AoS) | HP:

54 | Def DC: 17 | Bard/Swordmaster

Tesarik One: Roll init, give me final number.

OnlineHost: abenedictionhymn rolled 1 20-sided die: 18

OnlineHost: of the heavens rolled 1 20-sided die: 4

of the heavens: (4)

abenedictionhymn: 16 (+8 QCK, -10 Ponderous Flaw)

questing requiem: [ Skill: Opening Act - bard takes first spot on SB ]

Tesarik One: Girard 0/54 [17] || Viola 0/39 [18] (0/18) || Eva 0/48 [14]

(0/86)

Tesarik One: Mistakes? IM Me.

Tesarik One: Only a few were asked to take on this mission this afternoon,

after all it seemed a rather easy sort of thing to do. A visit to a bakery

owned by a dwarven trio of cousins, located outside of Navahla

Tesarik One: heading towards the northern mountains in Sarkotos. Their

client has one task for them, stop at the Bakery and pick up a very special

order. Maria hands a locked box decorated with dwarven runes to

Tesarik One: Evangeline, the payment for the shipment. It is quite heavy, no

doubt full of gold coins.

Tesarik One: The bakery is about an hour's ride out of Navahla, and mundane

means to travel is needed. A wagon to haul the order back to Navahla pulled

by two fine horses is provided, as well as an extra horse for someone to

ride. (Begin RP)

questing requiem: Dwarven ... bakers. Really now some things were just

strange even to the mind of a well-traveled minstrel! Girard at least had

brought along his own steed, as well as a second should Evangeline wish the

Rumerian Courser over the

abenedictionhymn: Viola wasn't sure that going to a bakery to pick up an

order of bread was her kind of mission, but she was in the employ of Maria

and the Heart and if picking up bread and protecting it on its way back to

the city was the task at

questing requiem: need for another to be provided .. his own ..'Wilson' was

well equipped.. perhaps overly so between the enchanted horseshoes (of speed)

and the other assorted gear the steed was weighed down with aside from the

minstrel himself. The

abenedictionhymn: hand she'd surely do her best. She glanced over to Eva as

the box of payment was given to her, then climbed up on the wagon. Someone

had to drive the wagon after all, since it seemed that Girard had decided to

ride on his own

of the heavens: It really was a heavy box! Evangeline thought to possibly

sit on it, but figured it best to hold on to. Regardless, she was readied

with a bit of warm clothing and a smile. While Girard brought the extra

steed, Eva found it easier

abenedictionhymn: horse. She'd driven plenty of wagons in her day, so it

wasn't a stretch for her to pick up the reins and establish herself as the

driver while she waited for everyone to ready themselves.

of the heavens: take the wagon, given the box in her trust. Sitting in next

to Viola, she nodded to her then winked to Girard. "Are we all set then?"

-d-

questing requiem: second.. Wilson (since apparently I mixed it up!

Allegro(1st)*)...also came equippied with a nice set of horsehoes of speed. "

If we are not.. then I've truly become a forgetful man. " -d

Tesarik One: Off they went then, given directions to the Bakery, they'd head

out of the main gates of Navahla and travel through the area of country

manors until it was just fields around them. Sarkotos was a beautiful place

in autumn, all those

Tesarik One: trees dividing the fields, and in the lush forests were

changing color. Bright golds, yellow, orange, reds and even some light blues

made the trip enjoyable. The wind was chilly enough that something to keep

warm was needed,

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Tesarik One: but Bright Eye shone down on them warming them as they

traveled.

abenedictionhymn: Viola pulled her blue silken coat around her a little

tighter and buttoned it down the front, holding the reins in one hand while

she did so. She nodded and smiled to Eva as she sat beside her, and enjoyed

the view around them as

abenedictionhymn: they traveled. "While the convenience of teleportation is

a wonderful thing, there is little that can compare to actually taking the

time to travel from one place to another. You miss so much along the way."

of the heavens: "It's so pretty this time of year.. " She turned her eyes

towards Girard, ".. you know.. where it's not the frozen artic." Grinning.

Watching back to Viola, she smiled then. "This is my first autumn.."

Realizing that sounded a

of the heavens: little strange, she added, "... the first I have ... well,

actually seen." Ever. Yeah, it still sounded weird. -d-

abenedictionhymn: "There was no autumn where you are from?" Viola had no

idea what she spoke of, but she knew that far north, and far south autumn

just was not the same as the large swath of land in middle Arith. "Then I am

glad, though, that we are

questing requiem: " I spent a decade giving in to wanderlust.. hm.. come to

think of it.. this is only my second autumn in Sarkotos. " Ponder.. ponder..

done! Eva's gaze earned his notice and the minstrel took the only course of

action possible....ok

abenedictionhymn: given the chance to travel. This is peak season for the

colors. If you look carefully, you will even find some odd colors... metallic

golds, blues, even purples I have seen from the various tree types.

Especially here in Sarkotos,

abenedictionhymn: they say Sarkotos is the best country for autumn. Though,

snow will reach us soon enough. By Yule I imagine."

questing requiem: ay..so truth was he became distracted with Allegro and

trying to keep the beast on the path! " ... Well .. if I don't wind up face

first in the dirt.. I'll be quite surprised. " Some Rumerian he was.. "

..Afraid I still have a bit

questing requiem: of wariness over the southern kingdoms.. too many undead.

" And while undead were likely in the North as well.. he had not seen them

himself! Besides.. he had events like this to distract from that.. for

seconds at a time. -d

Tesarik One: It truly was a gorgeous hour of travel. Fields were in the

midst of harvesting, and when passing through some of the smaller hamlets the

children danced and ran around the wagon waving and laughing. It seemed there

could be little

Tesarik One: wrong in the world on such a day as this. The threat of undead

forgotten, the scent of warm cider and baking apple pies assaulting the

senses. The bakery was right off the main path, and out on it's own, not

within any town or

Tesarik One: village. They'd see the oddly shaped building in the

distance... it looked like a big mountain jutting up out of the field.

of the heavens: Eva smiled still. "No... autumn was certainly not like this.

You are right, I think I've seen a few metallic colors already." Turning her

eyes towards Girard, a fair brow won a slow lift amidst her snickering.

Throughout the trip,

abenedictionhymn: "I've never heard of dwarven bakers, have either of you?

I'm Viola by the way. Viola Harrington, Ophelia's sister." She urged the

horses onward, the trip back would take a little longer she assumed,

depending on just how much bread

abenedictionhymn: they had on the wagon.

of the heavens: she kept with the pleasantries and couldn't have been

happier to do so. Interactions in Sarkotos were far less... rigid.. than up

North. After having found a happiness in the scene then came upon, what with

the scents and sounds,

of the heavens: and that carefree, contagious way that children had making

her smile more--the bakery came in to view. "Well... that looks, like a

dwarven bakery?" She laughed softly.

abenedictionhymn: She laughed and gave a nod, "It certainly does."

of the heavens: "I figured dwarves made armor and weapons, or trinkets with

different functions--not bread." She answered Viola, then let a gentle smile

in, "I am Evangeline, and this is Girard."

questing requiem: Girard paid the young woman by the name of Viola a second

glance upon hearing she was sibling to the sole other entertainer of his sort

among the Heart.. when he did choose to count himself among the Heart. And

what did that earn

questing requiem: her? A greeting in the Sylvan tongue followed by one in

common. " A pleasure to meet you. " As for the mentions of dwarves.. well he

had little interaction with dwarves. " Better known as Requiem. ...I suspect

such bakeries are more

questing requiem: common in dwarven lands. " Course the minstrel found

himself giving much more attention to keeping his horse on the path.. or

stopping the beast. -d

abenedictionhymn: "Nice to meet you Evangeline, and Girard." She smiled

hearing the sylvan language, it was something she missed, and so she replied

to him in the same tongue, "Pleasure to meet you, Requiem." She returned to

speaking common, and

abenedictionhymn: nodded. "True, I suppose dwarves like bread and pastries

as well as any other race." She snickered softly, and continued to move in

the direction of the fake mountain.

Tesarik One: The squat building has a plain stone facade broken only by a

single wooden door bound with black iron and a few slitlike windows. A

fortress or prison might look more inviting. Atop the roof is a

Tesarik One: towering artificial mountain whose craggy flanks seem to

tremble in the breeze. Occasionally, an eddy of wind brings the mixed scents

of fresh bread and coal smoke. The signage is unmistakable, for it

Tesarik One: clearly says, "Fogrin's Bakery".

abenedictionhymn: She tugged the reins pulling the wagon to a stop in front

of the bakery. Winding the reins around to keep them from falling to the

ground, she hopped off and moved around to give a few pats to the horses and

whispers in sylvan to

abenedictionhymn: them telling them of a job well done. She then tucked her

hands into her azure blue coat and headed towards the door, pausing in wait

for those that traveled with her to enter at the same time. "Mmm. It does

smell good. I wonder if

abenedictionhymn: they make fried apple pastries. I haven't had one in some

time."

of the heavens: Eva looked up, up, up at the towering structure, unsure what

to make of it. "It doesn't look all that sturdy.." Tipping her head, she

picked up the box and figured her way off the wagon, following Viola. "Mmm.

fried apple pastries?

of the heavens: Maybe we need to spend a little of our own coin here before

heading back." She giggled. "You coming, love?" Watching for Girard then. -d-

questing requiem: Well least the results of this brief use of the fey folk's

tongue ended with much less violence than the chat with dryads in Kir'viir!

Always a nice turn out. Evangeline's call earned a nod from the minstrel and

after dealing with

questing requiem: Allegro he set to joining Eva and .. catching the scent of

pastry. " .... Hmm. " Perhaps he should have ate before coming along? -d

Tesarik One: Inside, the atmosphere feels warm and dry, and the comforting

aroma of wholesome baking fills the air. Still, the hint of cool and damp

that rises from the stone walls and floor keeps the place from

Tesarik One: feeling stuffy or overheated.

Tesarik One: The bakery seems to have only a single room. The open serving

area is backed by a low counter with a green marble top. Neat pyramids of

rolls and loaves are arrayed along the counter, and at each

Tesarik One: end stands a charcoal brazier topped with a steaming cauldron

and flanked by piles of deep bread trenchers.

Tesarik One: Behind the counter stand rows and rows of wooden shelves filled

with loaves of bread, stacks of rolls, and amazing-looking confections made

in the shapes of stone buildings or natural rock

Tesarik One: formations. A fresh-faced but portly dwarf lass dressed in a

spotless white apron, a loose smock, and a ridiculously floppy white beret

serves customers from behind the counter. She seems to have an infectious

Tesarik One: smile. A few young dwarf males, also very chunky and dressed in

similar clothes, assist by retrieving goods from the back shelves.

Tesarik One: One can't be sure, but strains of some sort of jolly song seem

to rise from somewhere below the stone floor.

Tesarik One: "How can I help you?" Dajmarda, the dwarven lass, asks as they

enter.

of the heavens: Walking slowly about the main room, she oogled some of the

goods there. Immediately, the rumbling of hunger found its way in to her

stomach. Yummy! Catching on the dwarf girls' smile, she couldn't help but

offer the same back.

of the heavens: "Hello." She must not to the baking, given the clean apron!

Hearing the flow of a song, nearly feeling certain tones in her feet at the

flooring, had her listening in--until the lass spoke, that is. "We've a big

of coin and an empty

of the heavens: wagon here.. and we're picking up a special order..."

Hopefully they knew what she was talking about. -d-

abenedictionhymn: "We are sent from the Obsidian Heart to pick up... I guess

an order of bread?" She nodded towards Eva since she'd begun to speak and she

had the box of payment after all! She moved about the bakery, sniffing and

looking at all the

abenedictionhymn: things offered. "Mmm. Smells good." She tilted her head,

listening to the song coming from below their feet.

questing requiem: Was someone talking? Alas the poor minstrel had become a

bit too enraptured in the fact he was surronded by baked goods. Really.. the

sight was nearly of ridicilous proportions in his mind! While Evangeline took

up the need for con

questing requiem: versation followed shortly by a few words from elsewhere.

Ah, truly he didn't mean to be distracted.. hardly a matter of inattention..

simply a matter of food. Pity eating on short tasks like this wasn't

professional. -d

Tesarik One: (Listen Check)

OnlineHost: abenedictionhymn rolled 1 20-sided die: 2

abenedictionhymn: 4

OnlineHost: of the heavens rolled 1 20-sided die: 15

of the heavens: (+5 perc & +5 alert = +10 + 15=25)

OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 10

questing requiem: [no bonus. 10 ]

Tesarik One: Info sent via IM if high enough roll.

Tesarik One: "Ahh yes, Lord Joseph's order." She spoke in dwarven to one of

the lads and he nodded and headed through a door. She smiled towards the

group. "They'll load your wagon for you." She held her hand out for the

payment.

of the heavens: She sent a look over towards Girard then. "Do you hear the

song?" She wasn't sure if he heard what she had.. but wouldn't bring it to

light aloud. "Do you, Viola?" She neared with the gold, and then stilled a

moment. "Would you -d-

of the heavens: mind packing up a few apple pastries for us, for the road?

I'll gladly pay extra." -d-

abenedictionhymn: "I can't understand the song, I think it's in dwarven."

No, she'd heard nothing more than dwarven song beneath her feet. She smiled

at the lady dwarf and continued to peer at the pastries and baked goods. "Mmm

yes some apple

abenedictionhymn: pastries, nice and hot." She nodded when told they'd pack

the wagon, and moved to sand near Eva again.

questing requiem: Cued in to the fact that there was a song.. Girard blinked

his gaze over to Eva in order to pay some mind to see if there was a song..

if his ears could pick it up. " ... No. " Which was just a little sad for a

minstrel. -d

Tesarik One: "Consider it a gift." She began to wrap up three hot apple

pastries in paper for them, while dwarves began to fill the wagon full of the

order of baked goods. They'd gone out a back door it seemed, and was busy

already doing their

Tesarik One: job. As the pastries were being wrapped, a dwarven male that

was definitely one of the three cousins came out and glanced around, then

gave a "Hmph."

of the heavens: Eva smiled. "Thank you." Brushing her hand at the Insignia

pinned to her cloak, she sent a silent message to the other two in her midst

(if Viola had an insignia), along with Maria. #I hear weapons being made

below, the song is

of the heavens: covering the slide and bang of steel in a forge.# Without

a blink, Eva turned to look at the one entering then. Did the hmph mean he

was done? -d-

Tesarik One: A middle-aged human female stepped up to the counter in front

of the male dwarf. "A loaf of peasant bread, please, and a dozen of those

adorable little building cakes," she says in a bubbly voice. "Do

Tesarik One: you have any shaped like temples? Oh, I just can't get over how

cute they are!"

abenedictionhymn: "Oh yum! Thank you." She felt her mouth water as the

pastries were being wrapped, girlish glee in her face. Once they were all

wrapped she picked up one of them up and held it in both hands. She tilted

her head as she heard the

abenedictionhymn: whisper, finger moving to touch the insignia that she wore

on her spidersilk coat, and a slight nod given. That was most interesting,

though they were dwarves so having a forge wasn't that out of the ordinary -

unless they were

abenedictionhymn: trying to hide it, as it seemed they were. She lifted a

brow as the lady went on about the cute cakes to the gruff dwarf.

questing requiem: Huh. Now that definitely sounded a good deal more like

something dwarves would be doing. Well the non-noble sort at least..

considering one of the few dwarves he knew among the Heart. The message was

interesting.. that much was cert

Tesarik One: "Just townhouses today," says the dwarf behind the counter with

a surly expression. He slaps a loaf of bread down hard on the smooth surface,

then begins boxing up cakes while muttering to himself.

Tesarik One: "Temples now, they want," he says, pushing back the floppy

chef's hat that has drooped down over his eyes. "I can make temples to the

Soul Forger, but they probably want those frilly, prissy little

Tesarik One: elven temples. Hmmph."

Tesarik One: He ties the box closed and slams it onto the counter. "That'll

be 5 silver," he says gruffly.

questing requiem: ain. Girard decided to try and pick up the 'tune' of

weaponsmithing admist the song that was seemingly meant to keep it less

noticeable. After all.. he had done his share of weaponsmithing. [ Listen

Check ]

Tesarik One: The woman pays, then leans over the counter to pinch the

dwarf's cheek, eliciting an expression of sheer horror. "Thank you so much!

I'll be back tomorrow!" she sings merrily and heads for the door.

OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 20

questing requiem: [ 20 ]

Tesarik One: Girard, now that he is paying attention, also hears the sound

of a working forge beneath them.

Tesarik One: The dwarf reflexively reaches to his hip where a weapon would

normally hang, then seems to remember himself. "What are you all looking at?"

he growls at the other gathered customers and turns to the

Tesarik One: next in line. Dajmarda giggles, and uses a key around her neck

to open the box of payment. She peered into it a few moments, then nodded.

"It's all here. I expect the boys'll have the wagon set by now.

Tesarik One: Tell Lord Joseph he has our thanks."

of the heavens: Eva watched the exchange between the woman and the irked

dwarf, blinking once. "You must make wonderful temples." She smiled some,

then looked for the others. Stepping up to the counter, smiled to the

Dajmarda. "Very well, thank

questing requiem: Paying attention though he may have been.. the minstrel

focused on the 'song' of smithing. Eventually the movement of his fingers

matched the sounds.. quite out of rhytmn with the actual song. " Ah,

apologies I tend to find myself

of the heavens: you." Taking the offered pastries that were left, she moved

to touch Viola's arm lightly. "Shall we wait outside while they finish

loading?" Her eyes found Girard, as if to extend the question his way, too.

-d-

Tesarik One: Josgar, the dwarven male, narrowed his eyes at Girard.

"Problem prissy man?" Well he didn't know if the man was prissy, but to a

dwarf he might have been! Or maybe he was just trying to start a fray.

abenedictionhymn: As Eva touched her arm, she turned to smile at her.

Completely oblivious to the sound of the forge, though thanks to the warning

from Eva she knew it to be so, she just couldn't hear it between the singing.

"Yes.. of course. Thank

questing requiem: lost in song.. tis part of the trade after all. " Though

the term prissy earned the fall of his expression to that which he usually

displayed when in the company of Zorcan. " Only if you don't have a decent

confection sporting

abenedictionhymn: you again." She turned to head for the door, stepping back

outside. She let her eyes adjust a bit to the light, and then unwrapped a bit

of the pastry and took a lil bite while she watched the dwarves finish

loading the wagon. "Easy

abenedictionhymn: trip it seemed."

questing requiem: enough liquor to stagger a seasoned Zorcan. " -d

Tesarik One: "Do you mean to insult dwarven spirits, here under the roof of

dwarves? HMPH!" His hand went down to his waist, beneath the apron, clasping

around a wooden handle. "Even the Zorcans come to the dwarves for stout ale

and spirits that

Tesarik One: would grow hair on an obsidiman."

of the heavens: Hearing the dwarf speak to Girard like that, Eva stopped in

her tracks. "I'll be right there, Viola." Turning back, Eva put on a small

smile and walked towards Girard then. "He rather enjoys a stout ale,

actually--so surely he'd

Tesarik One: Outside - The dwarves were indeed nearly done packing the

wagon. It was full too. Crates of all sorts of cakes and breads of various

shapes, even some of the large "townhouse" cakes. And a whole container of

bread as long as a man's

Tesarik One: arm.

abenedictionhymn: That was some large bread. She headed over to take a look

while she chewed on her pastry. Even going so far as to reach out and touch

one of the loaves, to pick it up. It was just so strange looking to her,

these dwarven breads.

of the heavens: wish a pastry here, soaked in the best of dwarven ale." -d-

Tesarik One: "Hey, no touchy! You'll get it dirty!" one of the dwarven lads

shooed her away, then put a large thick blanket over the whole shipment,

tying it to the sides.

questing requiem: " Aha! Now that's what I like to hear. " Well socially , if

informally, was one of those things folks like Girard could accomplish if

they bothered with it. [ Skill: Carouser - ability to socoailize informally

and not be seen as an

questing requiem: outsider (and drink less than one thinks he does!)]

of the heavens: Smiling and shaking her head some, Evangeline left Girard to

be.. well, Girard. She headed outside then, walking up next to Viola. The

blanket then being tied down. "Are we good to go then?" Eva eyed the pastry

in Viola's hand,

Tesarik One: "Hmph." He released the wooden handle of something under his

apron and headed into the back, then came out with one of the trenchers of

bread filled with a very stout dwarven ale instead of the usual stew. The

bread was so tough,

of the heavens: contemplating her own. -d-

Tesarik One: that it would last a good hour before the ale soaked all the

way through. He handed it over with a snort. "Try that then."

abenedictionhymn: "...." Her hands weren't dirty, but she shrugged and gave

them a nod. She headed to the side of the wagon and waited for the others.

When Eva came out, she wiped her mouth and grinned. "Yes, they've got them

all tied in.

abenedictionhymn: I don't know what this Lord intends to do, but he must be

having some feast. The bread is almost as big as I am." Well that was a

stretch of the imagination but it was large!

questing requiem: Girard gave a whistle.. perhaps one that meant he was

impressed.. or something else entirely. " You could certainly show the

would-be 'baker' or two in Mont Mend a thing or two. " or whatever the

village sporting both elves and dwa

Tesarik One: (Enacting Viola's Curiosity Flaw)

Tesarik One: (roll a willpower DC15 to control yourself from investigating

the bread further)

OnlineHost: abenedictionhymn rolled 1 20-sided die: 2

abenedictionhymn: 6 - Fail big time.

questing requiem: rves happened to be called.. it was in Sarkotos after all.

Carousing fellow that he was Girard did indeed partake of bread and the ale

and putting forth the effort to seemingly consume more (of the ale) than in

truth was imbibed in

Tesarik One: The dwarves disappeared into the back door, leaving the wagon

tied down tightly and ready to go.

Tesarik One: "Absolutely! They've nothing on the Fogrin Bakery!" He beamed

just a little bit as the ale was complimented, and watched as the ale and

bread was consumed. He'd get a nod from the gruff dwarf, as much of a

compliment as he could

Tesarik One: give really.

abenedictionhymn: After the dwarves left, she was just way too curious to

let that slide. She moved back around to a corner of the cover and untied it,

smirking over to Eva. The cover pulled back just enough, she reached in and

pulled out one of the

questing requiem: this case. After an apparently healthy bite (for a human

at least) and grinning at the fellow's reply. " That they don't.. too much

time with local elves there I fear. Though the blend can provide quite the

interesting sorts of arms

abenedictionhymn: big old long bread rolls to show Eva. "See!"

of the heavens: Eva's eyebrows set together, curious of Viola's words.

Sounded like pretty big bread. Just how deep were the ovens in this place?

Speaking lightly to Viola then, "mayhaps we'll chec-..!" She started when the

bread was held out

Tesarik One: The bread roll was not light and fluffy as a bread roll should

be. It was extremely heavy!

of the heavens: before her! Taking the bread quickly, she gripped Viola's

wrist gently and pulled her around to the opposite side of the wagon.

"That's... not bread, that a brick!" A hushed whisper then. -d-

of the heavens: that's*

abenedictionhymn: ".....The hell?" She bit her lip, after swearing in

sylvan, then used both hands to lift the heavy bread up. "What've they put

inside of this, rock? It's rock bread I think. But the outside is soft and

flaky." She pulled it around

questing requiem: and armor. A subject for another time.. we should be going

I suspect. " That bread was heavy though.. but a man had to have tricks to

properly socialize! -d

abenedictionhymn: to the side of the wagon when Eva tugged her around, and

narrowed her eyes down at the bread now that it was hidden behind the wagon.

"Yeah, a brick. Let's see?" She began to tug bread off to see if indeed there

was brick or rock

abenedictionhymn: inside.

of the heavens: Eva watched, wide-eyed.. nodding.

Tesarik One: The dwarf's eyes twinkled a bit, when the subject of arms and

armor came up, and he offered, "Certainly do." But then added as if an

afterthought, "But what do I know, I'm a baker." He turned and left the lady

dwarf in charge.

Tesarik One: There was a.............???? ........ inside! (Guess?)

Tesarik One: (What's inside the long heavy bread?)

of the heavens: (A broadsword or other heavy... long... weapon? lol)

Tesarik One: (Yep! A dwarven made sword.)

questing requiem: [ mithral swords? ]

Tesarik One: (Adamantine actually.)

of the heavens: Eva gasped, clasping both hands over her mouth to try and

stifle it. "Why bake them in bread?" And they had a whole wagon of these!

abenedictionhymn: "Wow.... lookee here." She pushed the rest of the bread

off, holding the heavy sword in her hand, then began to giggle

uncontrollably. "We're smugglers. They're smuggling a mass load of weapons in

bread."

abenedictionhymn: She wondered if they were all filled with weapons, or just

the one she chose. She stuffed the weapon in the wagon and retied the cover,

and hopped on. "Well, let's hope we don't get attacked on the way. We

wouldn't want dwarven

abenedictionhymn: weapons to fall into the hands of local brigands."

questing requiem: Girard nodded at the dwarven fellow. Overlooking the bread

after the reaction to the mention of arms and armor. Course mentioning the

smuggling probably would get them attacked .. and Girard suspected Maria was

in the know over the

questing requiem: secret. " .... " Girard didn

of the heavens: "Hm. Well..." She pressed her lips together, never even

considering smuggling. Smuggling!!!? Her? Ha! Hearing Viola, she nodded,

stepping up on to the wagon. "No casual travel back."What in the world would

-she- do if they were

of the heavens: attacked? Certainly not protect.. bread. -d-

questing requiem: 't add much.. in fact all he chose to do was test the

weight of the bread-blade. " ... Less the brigands.. more then Lord's

opposition. " Whom likely were the intended targets of the weapons. -d

Tesarik One: They'd find that the wagon went extra slow on the way back. Oh

no, it was not just that bread. Every piece held something made in the

dwarven forge. They were indeed smuggling weapons and armor! But, a wagon

full of bread and cakes