Caravan from Kelvin

The priest pulled in his reign. He eyed the warriors suspiciously and turned to Feldard. “Your court this one, I think. I suspect they want to know our intentions. Hopefully with these horses we look like drovers, so they might ask us to travel in convoy.”

Either way, the priest surreptitiously curled his hand around the handle of his flail.

Miklos moved off to the left of the party to get a good field of view, and to ensure no one could get in the way of his magic should things turn sour.

The dwarven warrior, seated atop the tamest of the party’s mounts, had been arguing sourly with the beast since leaving the Ferry. Feldard snorted at the priests words—yeah, like anyone would believe an armor clad dwarf with next to no horsemen skills was a drover. Yet still, Feldard nudged his mount ahead of the party to intercept the approaching armoured horsemen. They appeared to be approaching at social trot, not a full charging gallop.

Feldard purposely kept both hands on the reins of his horse rather than reach for his weapons in readiness. But, he watched them warily as he called out in greeting as they got within earshot. “Greeting to you.”

The dwarf slowed his horse, and did his best to keep it still as they came into conversing range. As he acknowledged their return greetings, he noted their physical state and weapons. Nothing appeared amiss. This was a fairly well traveled road, and the caravan guards did not seem especially on edge.

“Where do you hail from?” asked the dwarf. “Do you travel by way of Kelvin?” Hinting in the question that Kelvin might be his groups destination. It was a bit of purposeful misdirection, just in case.

Stephan rode along with Feldard to greet the other riders. He was glad to hear Feldard’s subterfuge regarding their destination. Soon, he knew, they’d take the road west toward Riflian and thence to Threshold. No need to be verbose about who they were and where they were going.

Stephan did what he could to keep the dwarf’s horse calm. Why can’t the dwarf impart an understanding to his mount?, he thought to himself. The horse, however, was the mildest of the bunch and seemed content enough. A few minor verbal clicks by the woodsman kept the horse calm in the face of this encounter.

The woodsman merely smiled and nodded at the fellow travelers, allowing Feldard to take the parlay lead. His presence, however, along side the dwarf sent a clear message of strength and purpose that he hoped would allay whatever concerns these caravan guards may have. ‘Our party certainly does not look like a brigand of robbers’, he thought. ‘Hopefully, this will be a cordial and brief encounter.’

The previous night’s rest and Maruc’s clerical healing had worked wonders. Ludo felt fresh and energized, it was a good day to be on the road, not to hot or cold. Ludo rode towards the front of the group and kept the horses moving, which they seemed content to do without much trouble. As the caravan came to view and Feldard and Stephen trotted to the front to converse with the three armoured riders, Ludo herded the horses in his vicinity to one side of the road to allow the wagons to pass. He observed the armoured riders looked like professional caravan guards; tough able men. He wondered if he knew any of the guards but could not recognize anyone from this distance in amongst the dust kicked up by the wagons and animals of the caravan. He made sure to keep some of the Elven steeds between him and the caravan to provide an obstacle should the situation turn ugly.

Seeing that there was no threat, the guards relaxed. “Indeed, we come by way of Kelvin, bound for Specularum.”

The rest of the merchant caravan came into view. A sizeable group, there were twenty wagons in all with fortysome warriors guarding it all. It was not long before a Thyatian man dressed in garish merchant attire rode over to them on his well groomed horse.

“Well, well, what an eclectic assortment of travelers we have here!” exclaimed the man. “Greetings to you all, I am Ahiktos.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Ahiktos directed his attention to the groups’ horses. “A finer selection of white horses I have never seen. Are they for sale?” he inquired.

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8 responses to “Caravan from Kelvin

  1. 12:15pm, Moldain, the 1st of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, cool

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp+10xp
    Hasan:
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp
    Ludo: 10xp+5xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 23,785/24000
    Miklos: 23,805/40000
    Feldard: 24,085/34000
    Hasan: 23,250/32000
    Stephan: 23,080/32000
    Ludo: 22,575/40,000

  2. Hasan

    Hasan fidgeted as he waited for Feldard to explain why the horses must go to Kelvin. He wished the party had left the road behind and traveled the more secret byways of the forest.

  3. Ludo

    Ludo moved his horse closer to hear what was going on, he sensed no danger from Ahiktos and could see that he wanted to strike a bargin and do some horse trading. From Ludos point of view, he would be glad to get rid of them, they were on a more important mission and these white horses were like a huge target that a blind begger could not miss. It would have been far better to strike more inland away from the Dukes Road and proceed onto Threshold to keep any enermies guessing as to their destination. So as far as Ludo was concerned the sooner the horses were sold the better. But Stephen was the only one who could make this decision.

  4. Feldard

    Feldard chuckled. “If the decision were mine, I’d have been rid of them by now. But to my knowledge they are bound to a particular market. You are however welcome to discuss the matter with my employer.” Feldard nodded towards Stephen briefly. “The right amount of money might convince him to reconsider our market.”

  5. miklosdostevar

    Mikos edged next to Stephan. He whispered quietly eyeing the merchant, “Stephan, I come from the House of Dostevar, a great trading house whose name in honoured and trusted. This man will not offer you what Pytor wants for your horses, we are in the middle of a road not a trading house. These are fine steeds and would fetch a high price in Riff-” he caught himself, “Kelvin. If he is keen he might pay two hundred gold per head. But I doubt it.”

  6. Maruc

    The priest nudged his horse forward. “Before you to get too engrossed in haggling could you tell us of the road ahead?” Maruc thought for a moment, it was a longshot but..”Have you heard tell of a yellowed robed man by the name of Golthar?”

  7. Stephan

    [OOC: sorry guys….been on vacation…still am…..]
    Upon seeing the gaudy merchant, Stephan immediately put on his haggling airs–chiefly manifested as a still, emotionless face. He maintained eye contact with the Ahiktos as his companions deferred to him on the matter of selling the horses. He was relieved when Maruc deftly changed the subject and although maintaining a stony countenance, he was eager to hear the man’s reponse.

    After listening to Ahiktos’ response concerning Golthar, Stephan noted in a decisive tone, “Ah, well, regarding these mounts, you are indeed correct they are prized and we have buyers arranged. I’m not about to make any sale here on the open road.”

  8. Ludo

    After hearing Stephens comments, Ludo sighed; another day avoiding horse droppings lay in front of him.

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