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Sweeney knew he would be early, but he was surprised to find the departure point to virtually deserted. He had somehow assumed that this expedition was going to be a fairly large one, so he'd expected to find a fair amount of hustle and bustle going n in preparation for the departure. Instead, the ...

[OOC: I am starting this thread for myself, but anyone else embarking on Longfellow's expedition is naturally welcome to join.] The hulking form of Sweeney floated through the pre-dawn gloom of Sabata. Master Alai had said they would assemble at sunrise, but the half-giant had awoken early, filled w...

Accepting the proffered coin, Sweeney shook the old man's hand. "Pleased t' do business with ya," he said jocularly. "Wind Wall. Day after next. I'll be there." The half-giant was grinning and felt an uncommon lightness in his chest. For perhaps the first time since walking out o...

Sweeney watched the debate between old man and the proprietress first with amusement, but then with greater seriousness. The more he thought about it, the more significance the choice he was being offered assumed. Ulmandra's arguments against joining Longfellow's expedition were eminently reasonabl...

"Mmmh-hmm," grunted Sweeney in reply to the old man's elaborations. The expedition still sounded like a wild goose chase, but now it was a wild goose chase with a purpose. During his circus days, the half-giant had had a colleague who'd conned any number of yokels into buying potions conco...

Sweeney tried hard to remain impassive as the man described this new employment option in greater detail, but as he went on the hulking pugilist's eyes noticeably widened. The old man outlined what might charitably described as a ludicrously suicidal wild goose chase. Is he putting me on? Testing m...

Sweeney raised an eyebrow at the stranger's impolite entry into the conversation, but when the man started talking about work, he paid attention. The half-giant thought he smelled something fishy about the offer, but given the meager employment prospects Ulmandra had described, he hardly had a luxu...

(OOC: Sorry for the disappearing act. Hit a patch of RL. Should be better about posting for a while.) Sweeney's heart sank as he listened to the innkeeper's description of job prospects in Sabata. But discouragement was soon superceded by anger as she brought up the subject of slave driving. "P...

Sweeney took the golden tankard he was handed without hesitation. he was not fazed by its luxurious appearance—in the circus he'd seen all manner of gilded trinkets and pastework jewels—still, they were pretty to look at, and his, at least, was a fitting receptacle for the delicate liquid withi...

Sweeney had waited in awkward silence as Holler lived up to his name by bellowing for service. The demand was shortly met by the arrival of the inn's proprietress and Lir . The giant smiled apologetically at the arriving women. Embarrassing as the orc's behavior was, however, Sweeney was beginning ...

Accustomed as he was to living among boisterous crowds, Sweeney found the pervasive calm of the Laughing Dwimmer to be a little unsettling. The half-giant resolved pretty quickly that he would not be taking a room in the establishment. He would stick to his harborside flophouse for now. Meanwhile Ho...

Propping up the injured and none-too-steady Brann , Sweeney had brought up the rear of the party as they made their passage through the great market. It probably would have been simpler, and in the end, safer, if half-giant had simply slung the achadhiel over his shoulder and carried him, but Brann ...

Sweeney barely had time to gulp down a few mouthfuls fo broth before the party was on the move again. The patient Brann generously covered the meal and drinks, a gesture the half-giant acknowledged with a simple nod of thanks. After his abotive attempts at conversation earlier, he remained quiet an...

Once Holler was united with his soup and ale, tensions around the bar diminished a bit, although the the orc's continued irritability, Lir's aloofness, and the bartender's lack of enthusiasm for over his motley new clientele all continued to cast clouds over the gathering. Really?" The bartende...

Sweeney noticed Lir's change of demeanor when he mentioned Aveas. It seemed that he was not the only one with bad memories of that place. This heightened his interest in the one-eyed healer, but he also recognized that prying further about her involvement in the war would probably not be welcomed. ...

The orc's fight didn't last long, but Sweeney did manage to catch a glimpse of Striler being knocked out cold by the swinging chair. The half-giant let out a low whistle through his teeth at this evidence of Holler's handiwork. Then, since his services were clearly not needed there, he turned his at...

It was really Sweeney's intention to hold Brann still so the healer could do her work. He was no physician, but he'd seen enough accidents in the circus to know that an injured patient was often a hazard to both himself and others. "You don't move and let the lady do her work," he advised ...

Sweeney smiled back at Lir when the one-eyed healer accepted his offer to help. Sizing up the patient, a slim achadhiel who might weigh a third as much as the half-giant, he smiled more broadly. "Yeah, I think I can keep'im still." With that he placed a couple of calloused paws and a not-...

[OOC: Hi folks! Hope you don't mind if I crash the party as well] The half-giant Sweeney had been taking a tradetide stroll near the harbor, watching the energetic bustle of commerce in action and wondering if it might be best if he climbed aboard one of those great ships and kept running from his p...

The war in Pan's Isle was, for Sweeney , an anticlimax. In the end, he didn't even get to be outraged at having been drafted into the Mouthies' army, since that army never fought a major battle, and peace was declared less than a week after his arrival in Aveas. Which is not to say that the war did ...

"Guards?" replied Sweeney doubtfully. "What's here to guard? I seen alot of mud an' some tents so far. Nothin' I can imagine people fightin' over. Speakin' of which, you heard where 'here' is yet?"

Hastarl 's story confirmed what Sweeney had already guessed: the adhiel had been caught up in the sweep of the Elven Quarter and offerred the same non-choices Sweeney had, slavery or soldiering. The half-giant had never given much thought to politics, but the injustice of their situation was, to Sw...

While waiting for a refill of of his watery ale and a reply from his new adhiel friend, Sweeney took a closer look at the tavern's denizens. The place was crowded with soldiers of all descriptions, and the new conscript recognized few of them. In fact, the one type of soldier he was familiar with, t...

Sweeney surveyed the busy tavern while he waited for Hastarl to be seated and for their drinks to arrive. As soon as both had occurred, the half-giant grabbed his ale and offerred a brief toast. "To the One God, Dominicus!" he proclaimed, voice dripping with not-very-well concelaed sarcas...

As the huddled group in the snug were deeply engaged in conversation, they probably did not notice the entrance of Sweeney into the tavern, but anyone else present would have to be blind or well into his cups not to perceive the half-giant as he deftly navigated his bulk through the door, amongst th...