A Night For Nicolai

Ludo stood to one side of the group – not having known Nicolai he felt at a loss. He could sense the heavy oppressive atmosphere between his fellow team members, it was a emotional moment. Turning to Stephen, “I think we should go and have few drinks at the inn and toast Nicolai”. He deserves to be remember and his life celebrated. Tomorrow is another day and Golthar can wait.

Feldard looked to Ludo a moment, then nodded offering the groups newest member one of his rare smiles. “Yes. Led us to the inn… there I will tell you tales of our friend, while we drink to his memory. Drinks are on me.”

With Feldards promise of free drinks, Ludo led the group back to the Ye Juggling Orc Inn, as the night drew in ever deeper, Ludo knew being in a public house was safe place to be. He doubted Golthar would strike openly in a public inn, there was too much chance the watch would get involved. But being out on the streets in the dark was dangerous, from experience he knew the streets could be very dangerous.

Hasan hated this town, with its filth, its small-minded inhabitants and its fearful walls against the natural world that sustained the place. He was ready to go, but he could not deny Ludo’s truth. It was time for another night in Threshold. The elf joined his comrades at the table for only a short while, and then retired for the night. His memories of Nicolai were brief.

The first keg was only part ways down when Hasan left to retire, but Feldard was just seeming to loosen up for the night. “I could barely tolerate Nicolai when he first encountered our group!” the dwarf commented loudly, “thought was going to slit our throats the first night we left him on watch alone.” There was a thoughtful, toddering pause. “I was wrong about him.”

After a moment, Feldard looked to Ludo and slammed his fist down hard on the table, jarring the drinks not already in hand. “You remind me of him, Ludo. You two could be brothers, except for that you are much uglier!”

The evening’s revelry was interrupted when the keen-eyed rogue noticed a rat-faced man sitting at the bar looking over at the group. As he drained his mug, his sleeve drifted up to reveal the signature tattoo of the Ring. Realizing his mistake, he put his tankard down and hastily made his way to the door. He threaded through a group of townspeople that entered the inn as he made his exit and blended into the street traffic nightlife.

There was nothing to be done, so the evening carried on, with the dwarf drinking and being just a tad boisterous, celebrating Nicolai’s good deeds long into the night until he passed out or the city guards came to try and shut him up.

Stephan helped tote the drunken Feldard to a proper bed for the night. The dwarf was incredibly heavy for his size.

“Urfff,” Stephan grunted under the strain of assisting the dwarf . “How does he move so fast when he needs to? He’s more massive than me but half the height!”

Feldard, despite the advanced effects of strong and abundant drink, effaced a dwarven constitution that allowed brief moments of sobriety in the dense fog of inebriation. It was an ability Stephan had never encountered. Any of his human friends who were so gone with ale were far beyond any rational thought but this dwarf seemed to conjure a sensibleness if needed even when deep in the grasp of alcohol.

Regardless of moments of clarity, Feldard still required a significant level of assistance in gaining secure comfort for the night. Stephan did what he could to help get him to bed. The dwarf launched into a plutonic snores only seconds after hitting the bed.

Stephan, still feeling a bit at odds with Threshold, drank as much water as possible to stave off the effects of the mead he’d drank. “Feldard had so much more than me! I can’t fathom how he was able to even stagger to bed!” In the shared room they had, Stephan took it upon himself to keep awake a few hours after everyone had turned in — just to be sure the night would pass quietly.

* * * * *
The crash of cymbals and drums resounded on the streets, accompanied by the blare of horns, waking the slumbering crew of adventurers. White-robed, incense-burning clerics lead a procession along the main street towards the temple.

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9 responses to “A Night For Nicolai

  1. 9:00am, Gromdain, the 7th of Felmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, windy

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

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 24,705/48000
    Miklos: 24,585/40000
    Feldard: 24,875/34000
    Hasan: 23,985/32000
    Stephan: 23,920/32000
    Ludo: 23,465/40,000

  2. Feldard

    Feldard woke from his sleep, his demeanor no worse for having drank copious amount of ale last night. “Of all the inconsiderate, ill-mannered, lout-brained notions.. whose idea is it to be so loud this early in the day!?” The dwarf made his way to the window and opened the shutters to look out at the street below. “What’s going on down there? People are trying to sleep here!” the dwarf shouted down to the crowd below, irritated.

    The few down below that bothered to acknowledge his question and concern did so rudely. The dwarf gave a huff and began to get himself dressed. He might as well go down and see for himself what the big deal was.

  3. Stephan

    Stephan dragged himself from a deep peace with no little irritation at the din out the wind hole. Feldard’s paroxysmal sentiments added to the annoyance. “By the Veldar! This is not good!” He rubbed his eyes and stretched the length of the too-short cot. Rising, he found gravity yet a further irritation as he stumbled to the wash basin. The coolish water splashed across the woodsman’s face helped. The world started to clear a bit.

    Seeing Feldard readying to leave, Stephan followed suit. Looking out the wind hole again, he said “Breezy out there. Hard for a flying carpet to get around? I wonder?”

  4. Hasan

    Hasan watched as Stephan and Feldard fought themselves into a standing position. The elf moved downstairs, trudging like a dwarf himself, and followed the procession. It was hopeless. He knew the party would stay in Threshold longer. if nothing else, they were curious.

  5. Ludo

    Ludo gathered his things together and scrambled down the stairs after the others, he tripped over trying to put his boots on and thudded into a wall. Curses from the rooms inhabatants followed him as he followed the others outside. Ludos eyes watered in the harsh day light, that was so used to the smokey gloom of the inn. “Damn they are loud – he yelled to Stephen, bloody pious clerics, just because they dont sleep in they feel they to make sure no one else does either”.

    Turning to Stephen and Hasan in turn, are we to go and see the flying carpet, I have never seen one before, do you think I could sit on it? After the wake held for Nicolai he felt in the need for some fun and excitment. Surely that would be our best bet to find out where Golthar has gone.

  6. Stephan

    Stephan eyed the blusterous sky. “Ludo, if you see a flying carpet, I don’t think it’ll be in a parade. But you may get a ride of ‘ol Gol gets you.” He ended with a maniacal grin.

    Looking at the sky again, “But I wonder if the wind keeps things like flying carpets away?”

  7. Feldard

    When Feldard finally, made it downstairs, he found he was faced with the same problem now as what he faced the day he first met Miklos and Maruc -a wall of human backsides blocking his view of the procession. He could try to jostle his way through to the front, but all it would take is one flatulent individual and his whole day would be ruined from that point on.

    The dwarf glanced along the edge of the milling people and spotted that one same youth he’d employed yesterday. The lad was balanced precariously on the rim of a rainbarrel – just in front of the building beside the inn. Feldard made his way along the edge of the crowd towards the boy.
    “Hey lad!” He shouted up to the boy to be heard about the blare of the trumpets and rest of the processional. “What’s going on? Some sort of celebration?”

  8. Feldard

    correction (to be heard ABOVE the blare..)

  9. Ludo

    Ludo moved along the street following the procession, spying a bakey stall, he slipped close to a bench that had some hot bread sitting on it and slipped a roll of bread under his arm, and then moved further along the street intermingling with the public, before finding a quiet corner to eat his breakfast.

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