The Book, The Arrow, The Shovel - Greengrass

[Runa Rothgar]

OOC: These Characters are just taking a break during the Green grass and stuff. I'll be around here and there with some other characters.  Just like to give some RP reasons my characters aren't around.

I'll be a little busy during the next couple weeks getting some spring cleaning and other work business done.  But I'll be around.

Hope you enjoy the read! :3

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The Book

The sound of the stone door to her office locks with a metallic clunk.  Only that door could see the smile upon Runa's lips as she imagines herself home with her family during the Greengrass festival.

With a few parchments and papers in hands, the Captain of Valkurs Roar steps into the various halls and offices, saying her farewells and leaves the key and her badge to Frimgarold, just in case the Gods decide she cannot return.

Stepping out of the Greathall the Oghmanyte turns for her Museum.  A brief jaunt, in no time the Priestess finds herself staring at the Museum she is charged with. 

Runa opens the door and steps in, performs one more walk through, making sure everything is in order before finishing her perimeter at the very Shrine she worships upon.

Kneeling down the priestess closes her eyes and mutters a prayer...

"May your knowledge fill me as I travel home, so that I may relay the things I am allowed to say and have discernment for the things I should not."

A moment in meditation before the Uthgardt blood continues,

"See that my family are safe as they travel to home.  My first home... may your domain of Travel send me safely and without hinderance."

She smiles a moment before her last words are spoken...

"By Oghma.. please instill some wisdom into Aunty Vae?  She was delayed last time for spending three nights in a cell for slugging it out in  an Amnish Tavern..?  May she not be late..."

With her things gathered, the Priestess set her mark and envisioned herself to the next rest stop in her teleport hopping. 

With another small spell prayer... wooosh... she was off to Tethyr.

[Runa Rothgar]

The Arrow


With a spoof of magical energy, circling about two figures emerge onto a landscape of the Dragonmere beach just a few hundred paces away. 

The first was a retired War Wizard , middle aged man with a blue robe and other colors to represent his Goddess Mystra.

The second, a dark drab Archer, hooded, Westhavian, thighs...

" Huh.. where in the Nine are we at? "  Leah comments as she lowers her hood.

"Just a half day to Westgate, your intended destination, Miss Leah."  The wizard replies with a confident nod gesturing to the precise direction.

Leah squints and gets her bearings before huffing, 

"This is not a half-day... more like a full day!  I said half-day or less, Wizzy? What the frig?"

"This is a half-day.."

"No it's not.."

"Yes it is.."

"How you figure?"

"If you had a horse it would be a half-day"

"..."

Leah tosses her hands up and groans while the Wizard grins.

"Good one, Wizzy, here is your payment..."  Leah hands over sizable bag of coins.

"That will do, Miss Leah.  You have a wonderful .."  Glances over towards the direction of the Free city, "Time.. I suppose"

"Yeah yeah.." Leah waves a flippant hand and starts walking away... "Enjoy your Greenass.."

The Wizard just grins and begins to mark his return trip back to Cormyr...soon vanishing with a magical poof. 

The Archer continues her on her way, grumbling...

A set of hooves rumble from behind, dust pluming as a couple figures approach with haste...

Leah remains respectfully on the side of the road as the two horseman slow their steeds to a steady run to eye Leah  as they whistle on by...

Cat calls and other degrading comments were made that only a tavern wench would wink at . 

"You see the thighs on her?  Maybe we should pick her up and start our tavern trouncing early before we make it to the city.."

Roaring and laughter is heard between the two riders.

"..." 

Leah unshoulders her Gargoylian bow and smirks as the riders slow their horses...


"Looks like it's gonna be a half-day after all..."

[Runa Rothgar]

The Shovel

"Alright Boss, Im all packed up, gonna get on my way.  Paying some ole Retired War Wizard to get me about a half-day away from where I need to be.." 

Priest Mall extends a warm smile to Dabs and wishes her well. 


The Shovel Knight soon steps out just outside the gate and in comes a Mystran Middle aged wizard. 

"Ahh , you must be Dabria I presume?"

"Tha's right!  You must be my magical caravan?" 

"That's right young lady, are you all set?"

"Got my Shovel...got my pack... and got my gifts. I packed light so you wouldn't have to carry anything."  

Dabria grins youthfully at the wizard who chuckles light-heartedly in return.

"Very well, Miss Dabria, let us depart."

With a marking and an image of his destination, the wizard flawlessly teleports the two away.

After a moments time the two figures materialize upon some farmlands and rolling hills. 

"Whoah..."  Dabs blinks as she looks about, "That was a quicky."

"I am quite efficient when it comes to services, Miss Dabria.  Ahem.. speaking of Services rendered." 

Dabria seems off in her own landscape before she sparks back to reality, "Huh? Oh yeah! I reckon you need compensation."

Another fat bag of coins drops into the wizard's palm.

"Whoah, you were right on the mark, this looks about a half-days walk from here.  You must do this often... to get so precise."

"Well, it depends on the customer, Miss Dabra.  Sometimes I am on my mark.. sometiimes..  I miss it by a few.. hourglasses."  The Mystran Man chuckles. 

"Oh boy! Coin well spent, Gratitude to yaaah! Can't wait to see Ma, Pah...gramma, grampa.. Oh boy! Uncle Willy... and Cousin Elroy..."   Dabria skips away as she waves in farewell to the Wizard continuing on her rant of naming family members.

"Another satisfied customer.."  With a grin the retired wizard poofs away back to Cormyr.