Book 1: Act 1 - Oleg's Tradepost

[Chanur]

"I am sorry to hear about your parents Cal. That is midly distressing about the priest of Erastil, but common I would think, most priests of The Elk Father tend to stay put so unless other communities were sought out they would not get a replacement. I am sorry you were left with out guidance. Jhod or myself would be happy to speak with you about anything should the desire arise. No pressure, I am not trying to be preachy Cal."

[mackaber]

The diminuitive Halfling merely introduces himself quickly as "Lem Bearslayer Lillywag" eager to see how his new nickname impresses. He then has more important things to do than get involved into the bigfolks talk, namely munching plenty of Svetlana's stew while the others are distracted at slowly getting into his ale.

[Chanur]

Smiling at the halfling Valen responds.

"That is quite the title Bearslayer. It appears you must be small of stature but mighty of spirit! Pleased to meet you Lem."

[Vardaen]

Tusker, the little white haired gome, looks over at Lem, "If anyone can finish off a great bear in the service of Erastil, Lem here is your halfling." The little gnome continues stuffing his face, "I am a devout follower of Erastil myself, so we should get along just fine." The druid chomps down on a buscuit.

The group continues to talk about things for a bit longer until from across the hall you hear a shout from Oleg "I Found It!"

[Trogdor]

Lem took out the bear that nearly killed me," Cal says between bites. "I have to admit, it's left me cautious about this bear temple." Then he smiles. "But how could I be really worried when we'll have Lem Bearslayer with us?"

[Phlale]

Arenhal looks up at Oleg's voice. He's glad Cal allowed him to duck the question of religion, not because he isn't, but because he knows better than to get into an argument about philosophy with a cleric. Speaking slowly he adds praise to Lem, "The little fellow certainly struck a terrific blow at the end."

[mackaber]

Lem merely smiles brightly at his companions praise while he continues to consume Svetlana's stew as if he were a bear himself. Between bites he can muster "It was a lucky blow admitedly, but it took only one blow with my grandfathers trusty scimitar. It must be magical somehow."

[Chanur]

Valen's eyes widen slightly and seem to sparkle at Tuskers comments.

"Ah a wise man to choose The Elk Father! We shall get along famously brother.

Lem Bearslayer , I would say Ole Dead Eye blessed your journey. I will take that as a sign!"

[mackaber]

"By no means young faithful. Lem beams." Lem replies as he shakes his head drawing forth the exotic looking blade which struck the blow. "This sword is an inheritance from my grand father and supposedly it was of the dawnflower herself. It is her who guides my steps!" Lem replies with a bright beam.
"But say you as a wholy man of Ole dead eye must be well traveledd and read?"

[Vardaen]

Tusker smiles at Valen, "I think we shall get along just fine!" The gnome then reaches for some butter for his rolls, but can't reach, "If you pass me the butter, that is Valen." A wink exits the gnome just as Oleg interrupts the exchanges. The tradepost owner stands in the doorway, letter in hand. "Here it is! I found it. Sorry for the delay Mr.Slough." He hands the letter over to Tusker and then pushes the butter closer for the white haired gnome as well..

"Thank you Oleg", comments Tusker taking the letter and the butter. He pops the envelope open and starts to read in silence.

OOC

I'm back so we can keep progressing, but the RP has been great so far! Keep it up.