Fourth Adventure 02: The Spacial Temple

The group of pilgrims which have gathered are mostly locals. People from Al-Ferin, or neighboring towns or areas. Trolls, Banderlings, Ogres, Orcs, Elves, Dwarves... all sorts are present. Many wear the formal green robes of the Order as well, taking time from their work to engage in this journey.

An Order Ogre, Mogdorg, wearing green robes with dark violet highlights, is organizing the pilgrimage and is in charge thereof. He has been made aware of some need for urgency and so rather then pausing to rest more frequently to reflect, the group will be spending several hours before they leave in meditation and thought on their journey before making their way straight to the Temple. They will be ready to leave by about noon, and expect to make good time with the horses and oxen carrying the group.

*Kezring wakes to the sounds of the caravans rolling into town bringing their goods to sell. She had spent most of the night reflecting on the events at the mine and her comrades actions their as well as the events that have taken place since then and her attackers actions the previous evening. The group of pilgrims is visible meditating and so she takes her time breaking camp. By her estimations it is approximately 9am when she finishes breaking down her tent. She tosses her pack in the back of the wagon with the rest of the groups belongings and heads off in search of a library, but not before Sol could jump out and dance around her. As she walks through the streets she idly pets and plays with the light elemental. It can be assumed that she will spend the morning in the Library until approximately 11:30 at which point she will head back to meet up with the group.*

Tab walks up the Mogdorg and waits silently for him to finish organizing the pilgrims before introducing himself

Tabran bow's
"hello sir, i don't know if you have been informed of us or not, me and my friends will be accompanying you on your pilgrimage some of us wish to take the trials and frankly there is a Green mage amongst us that is giddy with joy to be going at last, but anyway, should you need our help for any reason on the journey to the temple you need only ask."

tab waits a second or two to see if he will respond then bow's again before to the rest of the team

Spoiler:

Hanuel awoke early and finished packing, heading to the gathering pilgrims to meditate along side them, greeting the Orge respectfully, though barely able to hold back excitement.

As the morning wears on, Gwydo pulls the wagon into position at the end of the convoy.

They were preparing to go. Zeiss saw Gwydo push the wagon. He walked up to him.

"Here, let me help you."

He pushed with him.

After spending some time in the morning to buy the necessary supplies, Ashakel approached the pilgrimage group where his companions were slowly gathering. He felt peaceful and at ease just looking at the pilgrims meditating, and decided to join the nearby group of trolls in some small talk.

Snarg is up early morning and checking in everyone as they gather at the rendezvous. Everyone's provisions and gear are checked to ensure proper supply in case of an emergency. "Keep ya gold close to ya." He warns, "Still gonna be havin' thievin' goin' on these roads."

Spoiler:

*Higaide was so bored, he actually started meditating. He'd learned how a good few years back, but never paid it too much mind, but right now he needs to clear his head anyway. He doesn't do that whole meditating pose thing or float or anything - that's just creepy. He just slumps against a wall and shuts his eyes. You'd think he was just sleeping late, or nursing a hangover, but really: Transcendence.*

As the group is preparing to leave the Ibrexi, Mogdorg, announces that due to the circumstances the group will not be pausing on their journey until they reach the Spacial Temple. He has several wagons being dragged by horses for people to rest should they require it and he personally has several Endurance Potions on him he is keeping for those in need.

Soon as Rory was ready to head out, he hopped into the wagon with his provisions and equipment. He drank some wine straight from the bottle--enough to fill a glass--and got nice and comfortable for the long ride.

Zeiss walked a few hours to stretch his legs a little. It would do good to him.

"The wagons aren't for healthy, well-rested travlers, Rory," Gwydo announced. "Get out."

Rory groaned in disappointment and promptly hurdled the edge of the wagon. "Speaking of," he replied grimly, "you going to apologize for cutting my chest wide open at the golem factory?"

Zeiss:
After about 2 hours on the road the coin in your pocket begins vibrating and you hear a rough Dwarven voice speaking as though right next to you. "113th Templar, this is Executor Gremlock, please respond."

That is what Zeiss imagined would happen. He was hearing a voice now. He didn't want the others to see him speak to himself, so he whispered :

"Yes, this is the 113th... Templar. My name is Zeiss."

He awaited an answer.

Zeiss:
"I'll be blunt. I heard you guys are heading to the Spacial Temple, and that's fine and all, but I need your Adjunct to head to Al-Korinth as soon as possible. The Special Operations Division has been asked as a neutral party to investigate a saboteur situation for the nearby Fort, Bleached Bones. I won't say anything further here. Your remaining member should be in Al-Korinth now or shortly and will give you further information."

The troll, who was walking relatively close to Zeiss, noticed something. "Who are you mumbling to, sneaky one?"

Snarg pops over Zeiss' shoulder, ears perked up in the direction of the coin. "Ya gettin' ya orders or somethin' there? What's it sayin'?"

It seemed the others could also hear the voice. Oh well.

"Understood. We will be as fast as we can."

Snarg hops back and forth impatiently. "Eh? Eh? What we be doin'?"

"I take it that was our new boss communicating over the coin? What did he want?"

"After we're done with the Spatial Temple and Hanuel's... ritual, we have to go to Al-Korinth as soon as possible. I'll give you the details when we're not surrounded by a crowd of pilgrims in the middle of the desert."

"Oooh, that bein' back 'er." Snarg waves his hand back over his shoulder. "Guess we be gettin' goin' soon after temple-time, yep?"

"Fair enough. I assume this doesn't affect our immediate plans?"