Patriarchal Parade

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.

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?”

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.

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 inhabitants followed him as he followed the others outside. Ludo’s eyes watered in the harsh daylight, 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 don’t 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 excitement. Surely that would be our best bet to find out where Golthar had gone.

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?”

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 above the blare of the trumpets and rest of the processional. “What’s going on? Some sort of celebration?”

“‘Tis the Annual Patriarchal Parade!” replied the boy excitedly.

Musicians played a lively tune as they marched down the streets, accompanied by a detachment of town guards wearing their finest surcoats. A large white and gold palanquin held aloft by eight bearers swayed down the street. Sitting in the palanquin was the Patriarch, Sherlane Halaran. The elder Thyatian warrior cleric was clean shaven, his white hair blew in the breeze as he smiled warmly at the people.

Ludo moved along the street following the procession, spying a bakery 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.

On the other side of the street, a figure dressed in yellow caught Ludo’s eye, and then Hasan’s. Soon everyone saw him. It was Golthar, accompanied by a tall, dark-haired woman dressed in a brilliant blue cloak. Golthar glared at them from across the street, and then blended back into crowd, eventually disappearing along with his companion. With the procession filling the street, it was impossible to get at them.

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9 responses to “Patriarchal Parade

  1. 10:00am, Gromdain, the 7th of Felmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, windy

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

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 24,705/48000
    Miklos: 24,585/40000
    Feldard: 24,895/34000
    Hasan: 23,995/32000
    Stephan: 23,940/32000
    Ludo: 23,475/40,000

  2. Stephan

    Stephan felt his blood drain. “That devil has a look,” the woodsman was clearly undone. Then, slightly frantic, “We have to get out of this town.”

  3. Feldard

    With no little amount of help from the lad, Feldard found himself perched similiarly atop a several stacked crates, just to see overtop the crowd.

    When Golthar showed himself, the dwarf realised how wise a decision it was for the guards to take his crossbow from him. He searched for a means across the procession, but he’d more than likely be trampled attempting such.

    Feldard tugged on the young lads sleeve to gain his attention. “That man in the yellow robe and the woman in the blue cloak. Do you know of them.. or where they might be staying?” He added as they disappeared into the crowd. He tried not to sound fierce in his questioning, he wasn’t trying to scare the lad.

  4. Hasan

    Hasan watched the brazen man somehow disappear into the crowd. The elf clenched his teeth, knowing that he and his companions were watched. With little to do, the elf watched the procession complete itself. Each minute lasted an hour, as the elf watched for Golthar and wondered how the party would escape his notice.

    When the procession ended, the companions reunited. “We should leave this place,” Hasan said, “but I fear our time here is not done. We must track down this Golthar. He will let us come, as he needs us. Without arms, we must be wary. But we must put him off now, when we have some choice, rather than lead him to his goal. We cannot let this madman link with the Deathmages. Can we find this magic carpet salesman? It is our only clue.”

  5. Ludo

    Ludo rushed back to the Inn and met up with Hasan and Stepehn. “Did you see Golthar! He was spying on us during the parade. He in indeed either very sure of himself by having this town in his pocket or just does not care that we know he is here. The question is whom is tracking whom? Frankly I think we should depart and head north west. From the the lack of action by the town authorities there is no sense in staying here. Lets gather some supplies for the trip ahead, gather our weapons and depart while the day is still young. As much as I would like to see a magic carpet, I think we will not get much information from its owner”.

  6. Feldard

    As the companions gathered at the Inn, Feldard watched the late breakfast crowd warily. He watched for Golthar, the woman in the blue cloak – Jolena, or others they might have hired to keep tabs on them. He also watched for the return of the young lad – hopefully with news of Golthars whereabouts. “Would you two lower your voices?” Feldard muttered as serving wench stopped at their table to take their breakfast orders.

    Suspecting that this might be his last Inn cooked meal for some time, Feldard ordered a large breakfast of eggs, ham, sausage and bread. After the woman left, Feldard looked to Ludo.

    “I agree, once we have restocked we should continue on. No doubt we will be watched and followed though, so some manner of ruse will be needed to not give away our destination.” The dwarf to the rogue as if somehow expecting Ludo to have an answer to that problem.

  7. Ludo

    Ludo mentioned that by talking to the carpet plot (taxi driver) we might find clues leading to Golthar.

  8. Ludo

    Ludo sipped his ale and nodded in agreement with Feldard comments. “As for slipping out of Threshold without being seen, it would be best to leave at night, we collect our weapons at sunset and then head overland due east; back tracking to check for anyone following us. We let slip to the inn keeper that our business in Threshold is complete and that our plan is to head to Kelvin via Mishas ferry. No doubt he will blab this information to the right ear that pays him enough. This may help to throw off our trackers. But this place is too dangerous to stay much longer, Golthar will be making his plans as well.

  9. hasan

    “Very well,” said Hasan. “Let us quit this city to head east by northwest.” The elf laughed, rose, and walked quickly to the bar. “East I say,” his companions heard him say. “Any goblins you speak of will feel a nip from my bow, I tell ye! Now give me a nip of you finest peach.” The elf raised the small glass to his lips, dashed it down, and smashed it against the iron-colored stone of the barman’s counter. “That’s for the Eastern goblins, I tell you,” said the elf, as he walked away, leaving a solitary electrum spinning behind. The whole bar heard the coin spin until it fell.

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