The road to a village...

Gideon begins grumbling "Elves and their lack of urgency, making everybody wait on them."

OOG: Grades over exp. Sorry.

DM Note: Rolling the goblins "Move Silently" over Xananthe's "Listen" checks.

The member 'Kiryan' has done the following action : Dice rolls

'd20' : 12, 17, 2, 17

Hurdy opens the trapdoor into the carriage, creating a distinct creaking noise. Startled, he and Gurdy jump into the carriage with little noise. Frank, trying to follow them quickly, tumbles into the carriage, shaking the vehicle as he lands on his fellow goblins and Mhoram. Hushed goblin curses can be heard from outside the carriage.

Xananthe wheels her horse towards the carriage. Urgently, she demands "What was that noise? I heard voices. It sounded like goblins." She looks about, obviously on high alert.

Melkor (bluff roll of 18+9) chuckles and says "Mhoram probably came out of his meditation and saw the dwarf there; he tends to swear in who-knows-how-many languages when he's surprised." He gives a faint shrug and turns to his pipe.

The member 'Melkor' has done the following action : Dice rolls

'd20' : 18

DM Note: Xananthe's sense motive check..

The member 'Kiryan' has done the following action : Dice rolls

'd20' : 5

Xananthe looks oddly surprized, then shakes her head and says, "I never will understand clerics. You're right though, we should move out...those of you on top of the carriage should keep a look out though. I'd rather know if anything more dangerous than a dwarf is out here."

Melkor lights his pipe and gets back into the front of the carriage, careful to be unsuspiciously noisy with his chain shirt.

Gideon says to Xan "A sober dwarf or a drunk dwarf? Because not much is more dangerous than a drunk dwarf."

Melkor laughs suddenly, choking on smoke a little bit, and nods.

OOG: Nodding in agreeance with what, idk

Stu grunts at the remark.

Melkor continues chuckling and gives Gideon a nudge in the rib, while saying "Careful now, or you might have an angry dwarf yourself" with a grin.

Kiryan snickers quietly. "Our dwarf friend did out-drink Kaer...if that isn't dangerous, I don't know what is."

OOG: My bad. Jeez.

OOG: You do realize that none of us know Stu's name, right? Especially cuz you weren't there. Lols.

Melkor blows a puff of smoke. "Aye, it was a sight to see; I never seen Kaer beaten in the game of drink before" he says.

"Some people believe dwarfs have two livers that help them drink more." Stu chuckles before quickly silencing himself.

"They only have one." He says with an almost unsettling amount of certainty.

Melkor is somewhat disheartened by Stu's seriousness on the matter, and responds "Well, then I think that humans might only have half a liver..." in a hoarse tone.

Picking himself up and cursing in a language he doesn't understand Mhoram says, "I'm suprised such specifics about anatomy are known outside the Church."

Stu sighs to himself, "The stories that could be told."

Melkor continues smoking his pipe and watches the scenery pass, thinking of his past travels.

OOG: Do we know how much further this next town/village/city/hamlet is?

Kiryan leans over the side of the carriage to ask Stu, "Mind sharing a story then? I'd love to hear something that'd pass the time."

OOG: Xananthe hasn't told you, so you only know if you know the lay of the land.

A pensive look comes across Stu's face, he makes noises that one might connect with very deep thought for several minutes.

"No"

He picks up his book and begins to read.

Melkor, chuckling a bit at Stu, but still fairly anxious to get a move on, calls out to Xananthe: "When do you think we'll get to this village?"

Xananthe looks back at the carriage and calls back, "We'll be getting to our first stopping point by sundown. Our destination is still about a week away though. We have to leave Elven lands, and then travel through the grasslands."

Kiryan gives a mildly annoyed glance in Stu's direction, and says, "Hmpf. Anyone else have a story then? This scenery is nice and all, but still."