Since the fall of the Grand Duchy of Geoff, the refugees and defenders of that once great nation have been gathering their strength in the Town of Hochoch. From this last bastion of the Duchy, the displaced King, Owan I, has been planning the re-conquest of his lands. In order to ensure his supply lines, the King has needed to pacify the lands to the east of the city, for this is where the food and raw materials that feed his army come from.
Recently one of the strongholds on this Borderland, Grimwell's Keep, has been reporting a buildup of humanoid creatures in the area. A place known as the Caves of Chaos seems to have become a rallying point for all manner of foul creatures...from orcs and goblins to some say trolls and even worse. A call for adventurers has gone out and those who show an interest in assisting the crown are to meet in a small tavern down on the docks called the Black-Briar, run by a dwarf know as two-ax Harry. A representative of the King will be there to meet with and choose who will be awarded this task.
The hard-packed earthen floor is strewn with rushes of various age. The smell of this rotting flora battles the stench of stale ale and unwashed bodies. The furniture is a combination of scraps of wood nailed together in a semblance of tables and chairs and actual furniture which has been repaired so many times that very little of the original work can be seen. A large fireplace can be found taking up most of the far wall. A small peat fire burns in the grate and keeps the room slightly warmer than the temperature outside, with the added benefit of a poorly drawing chimney which sends smoke wafting into the room. Two grimy windows let in little natural light, and the thin skin coverings are torn and ripped, requiring the ill-fitting shutters to be closed almost all the time to keep the foul weather out. The room is mostly lit by rush-torches, fit into brackets around the room. The smell of the burning torches adds to the overall funk in the room.
Vapeiros leans against one of the walls with his arms folded. His eyes dart quickly from person to person, as he mentally sizes up each individual in the room. Some of these people are in over their heads, he thinks to himself. He waits patiently for any sort of announcement, keeping his composure despite the stench of the place.
It had been years since Finn had been in a town. He had never been a fan of crowds and enjoyed his isolated lifestyle, but the recent uptick he had seen from the orcs caused him to heed the call for help in ridding the area of the menace.
I'd forgotten how bad these places smelled, he thought to himself as he entered the Black-Briar tavern. He found a quiet corner and kept to himself, awaiting the King's representative to arrive.
Arlo steps into the tavern, scrunching up his nose as he does. Peering through the dim light he seems to be looking for someone in particular. “Where is Erid? He said he would meet me here. “ the halfling says under his breath. He ventures farther in still looking around. “Man I’ve smelled better Andy map births than this place. I can’t believe the kings representative wants to meet here. “
"I'm here. I was doing a very good job of pretending otherwise, though." Emphasis on was to indicate that I very much preferred it that way. "This place is nasty."
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
"Hey, this is my bar, boy! You don't like it, then leave!" The crusty old dwarf who runs the place keeps an eye on you while you remain, waiting for the King's representative to make his appearance.
As you all wait, the place fills up with a number of people, most are just looky-loos, but a few seem to know what they are about. You wait almost an hour before a well-dressed courtier appears. Those in the tavern make room for him as he gets a quick drink and throws a wink at the dwarf barkeeper.
"Ok, here is the pitch. We are trying to get ready for a push back into the Duchy, as most of you already know. What you might not know is our supply lines are being attacked. We have tracked it down to an area just outside an old fort on the borderlands called Grimwall Keep. We need a group to go to the keep and see if they can discover what is happening to the caravans and get our supplies back. Each member of this charter will receive 50gp and may retain any booty found during the investigation that is not part of any of the missing caravans. Any questions?"
"Hey, this is my bar, boy! You don't like it, then leave!" The crusty old dwarf who runs the place keeps an eye on you while you remain, waiting for the King's representative to make his appearance.
"I would very much like to leave, but I'm supposed to meet someone here."
As you all wait, the place fills up with a number of people, most are just looky-loos, but a few seem to know what they are about. You wait almost an hour before a well-dressed courtier appears. Those in the tavern make room for him as he gets a quick drink and throws a wink at the dwarf barkeeper.
"Ok, here is the pitch. We are trying to get ready for a push back into the Duchy, as most of you already know. What you might not know is our supply lines are being attacked. We have tracked it down to an area just outside an old fort on the borderlands called Grimwall Keep. We need a group to go to the keep and see if they can discover what is happening to the caravans and get our supplies back. Each member of this charter will receive 50gp and may retain any booty found during the investigation that is not part of any of the missing caravans. Any questions?"
He remains standing, waiting for any questions.
"Is there anything you're not telling us?"
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
"Why can't the King's men handle this themselves?" The words had passed his lips before he realized he was speaking aloud. Too much time alone, he thought, I need to remember how to act around people again. Finn didn't particularly care for what the representative had to say. In the end, the answers didn't matter, he would need to do something about these incursions regardless of any dangers or secret agendas.
A human male, with a fairly fresh scar going down his left eye and cheek yet well-groomed, with fine chainmail, longsword, shield, and large for most humans stands up from his seat near the fireplace and approaches the dwarf.
"As was stated, it would be foolish to take on such a task without knowing all the information. Surely, there must be an idea of what kind of enemy numbers we can expect or if there is a particular pattern to their raids? As a former military man, intelligence is vital for mission success, so if there's anything else, we need to know. Wouldn't you agree?" (Soldier background, Persuasion (if needed): 18)
Arlo doesn't have much to say that others havn't asked so he will remain quiet and listen for the answer. He does take a good look at the others who are speaking up to see who his traveling companions may be.
Listening to all the questions, the envoy attempts to answer each of them.
"Well, let's see. We are not holding back anything. You know what we do. As to the number of troops, well we just don't know. We know there are orcs and goblins, but the numbers have been wildly stated from a few dozen to hundreds. We cannot use our own troops because most are on the defensive line keeping the giants and their ilk from over-running this place. And again, we are sending you to get the information as we know very little. Our people at the keep have not been heard from in some time and we think the fortress might be under siege. This is why we need you to go. Anything else before we get on with signing you up?"
Thinking this over briefly, Enoth realizes simply reconnaissance must be done first to evaluate the big picture and gathering information must fall to those brave enough to do so without much prior knowledge.
Knowing that any fortress will inevitably fall from a siege, he says in Dwarven to the envoy,
"Very well, I can't allow honorable people die without doing anything. Just know if there's anything nefarious to this, I won't forget it. I'm sure you can appreciate that master Dwarf."
Then says in Common to him, "Alright I'll sign up. Will anyone else with courage to spare care to join me?"
(OOC: With Enoth's soldier background he has Military rank, does he happen to have an idea of who might be stationed at the Keep or if this involves his former army? If so he is granted certain influence, just wondering.)
(OOC: With Enoth's soldier background he has Military rank, does he happen to have an idea of who might be stationed at the Keep or if this involves his former army? If so he is granted certain influence, just wondering.)
I will leave that up to you :-) As the backstories are rather loose for the characters I will let you write it as we go, so if you want him, with his soldier's backgrouond, to know people at the keep, then go ahead!
Vapeiros looks at those that have volunteered. "Are we speaking in Dwarven now? Is that a thing?" he inquires in Dwarven. He switches to common. "My blade is at your service," he says to the envoy, bowing as he does.
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Since the fall of the Grand Duchy of Geoff, the refugees and defenders of that once great nation have been gathering their strength in the Town of Hochoch. From this last bastion of the Duchy, the displaced King, Owan I, has been planning the re-conquest of his lands. In order to ensure his supply lines, the King has needed to pacify the lands to the east of the city, for this is where the food and raw materials that feed his army come from.
Recently one of the strongholds on this Borderland, Grimwell's Keep, has been reporting a buildup of humanoid creatures in the area. A place known as the Caves of Chaos seems to have become a rallying point for all manner of foul creatures...from orcs and goblins to some say trolls and even worse. A call for adventurers has gone out and those who show an interest in assisting the crown are to meet in a small tavern down on the docks called the Black-Briar, run by a dwarf know as two-ax Harry. A representative of the King will be there to meet with and choose who will be awarded this task.
The hard-packed earthen floor is strewn with rushes of various age. The smell of this rotting flora battles the stench of stale ale and unwashed bodies. The furniture is a combination of scraps of wood nailed together in a semblance of tables and chairs and actual furniture which has been repaired so many times that very little of the original work can be seen. A large fireplace can be found taking up most of the far wall. A small peat fire burns in the grate and keeps the room slightly warmer than the temperature outside, with the added benefit of a poorly drawing chimney which sends smoke wafting into the room. Two grimy windows let in little natural light, and the thin skin coverings are torn and ripped, requiring the ill-fitting shutters to be closed almost all the time to keep the foul weather out. The room is mostly lit by rush-torches, fit into brackets around the room. The smell of the burning torches adds to the overall funk in the room.
Lorkoris sits over in the corner of the room praying to his god
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Vapeiros leans against one of the walls with his arms folded. His eyes dart quickly from person to person, as he mentally sizes up each individual in the room. Some of these people are in over their heads, he thinks to himself. He waits patiently for any sort of announcement, keeping his composure despite the stench of the place.
It had been years since Finn had been in a town. He had never been a fan of crowds and enjoyed his isolated lifestyle, but the recent uptick he had seen from the orcs caused him to heed the call for help in ridding the area of the menace.
I'd forgotten how bad these places smelled, he thought to himself as he entered the Black-Briar tavern. He found a quiet corner and kept to himself, awaiting the King's representative to arrive.
Ryndar Shadowsbane - Lvl 3 Eldarin Fighter | Kassar - Lvl 2 Lizardfolk Druid (Circle of Stars) | Finnegan (Finn) Taggert - Lvl 1 Human Cleric (Peace Domain) |
Verdan Schmidt - Lvl 2 Half-Elf Bard | Grithik - Lvl 5 Deep Gnome Warlock (Celestial)
Arlo steps into the tavern, scrunching up his nose as he does. Peering through the dim light he seems to be looking for someone in particular. “Where is Erid? He said he would meet me here. “ the halfling says under his breath. He ventures farther in still looking around. “Man I’ve smelled better Andy map births than this place. I can’t believe the kings representative wants to meet here. “
Dragonlance Chronicles - Xorn
Sail On, Sailor - Sebastian Blackhand
LMoP 20 - Tonk Thunderclaw
Lorkoris rises from the corner seeming ready for the day "So, when do wee head out"
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"I'm here. I was doing a very good job of pretending otherwise, though." Emphasis on was to indicate that I very much preferred it that way. "This place is nasty."
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
"Hey, this is my bar, boy! You don't like it, then leave!" The crusty old dwarf who runs the place keeps an eye on you while you remain, waiting for the King's representative to make his appearance.
As you all wait, the place fills up with a number of people, most are just looky-loos, but a few seem to know what they are about. You wait almost an hour before a well-dressed courtier appears. Those in the tavern make room for him as he gets a quick drink and throws a wink at the dwarf barkeeper.
"Ok, here is the pitch. We are trying to get ready for a push back into the Duchy, as most of you already know. What you might not know is our supply lines are being attacked. We have tracked it down to an area just outside an old fort on the borderlands called Grimwall Keep. We need a group to go to the keep and see if they can discover what is happening to the caravans and get our supplies back. Each member of this charter will receive 50gp and may retain any booty found during the investigation that is not part of any of the missing caravans. Any questions?"
He remains standing, waiting for any questions.
"I would very much like to leave, but I'm supposed to meet someone here."
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
How many apposing troops can we be expecting
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"Why can't the King's men handle this themselves?" The words had passed his lips before he realized he was speaking aloud. Too much time alone, he thought, I need to remember how to act around people again. Finn didn't particularly care for what the representative had to say. In the end, the answers didn't matter, he would need to do something about these incursions regardless of any dangers or secret agendas.
Ryndar Shadowsbane - Lvl 3 Eldarin Fighter | Kassar - Lvl 2 Lizardfolk Druid (Circle of Stars) | Finnegan (Finn) Taggert - Lvl 1 Human Cleric (Peace Domain) |
Verdan Schmidt - Lvl 2 Half-Elf Bard | Grithik - Lvl 5 Deep Gnome Warlock (Celestial)
A human male, with a fairly fresh scar going down his left eye and cheek yet well-groomed, with fine chainmail, longsword, shield, and large for most humans stands up from his seat near the fireplace and approaches the dwarf.
"As was stated, it would be foolish to take on such a task without knowing all the information. Surely, there must be an idea of what kind of enemy numbers we can expect or if there is a particular pattern to their raids? As a former military man, intelligence is vital for mission success, so if there's anything else, we need to know. Wouldn't you agree?" (Soldier background, Persuasion (if needed): 18)
(OOC: Starting off with a 1. Lol)
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Arlo doesn't have much to say that others havn't asked so he will remain quiet and listen for the answer. He does take a good look at the others who are speaking up to see who his traveling companions may be.
Dragonlance Chronicles - Xorn
Sail On, Sailor - Sebastian Blackhand
LMoP 20 - Tonk Thunderclaw
Listening to all the questions, the envoy attempts to answer each of them.
"Well, let's see. We are not holding back anything. You know what we do. As to the number of troops, well we just don't know. We know there are orcs and goblins, but the numbers have been wildly stated from a few dozen to hundreds. We cannot use our own troops because most are on the defensive line keeping the giants and their ilk from over-running this place. And again, we are sending you to get the information as we know very little. Our people at the keep have not been heard from in some time and we think the fortress might be under siege. This is why we need you to go. Anything else before we get on with signing you up?"
Thinking this over briefly, Enoth realizes simply reconnaissance must be done first to evaluate the big picture and gathering information must fall to those brave enough to do so without much prior knowledge.
Knowing that any fortress will inevitably fall from a siege, he says in Dwarven to the envoy,
"Very well, I can't allow honorable people die without doing anything. Just know if there's anything nefarious to this, I won't forget it. I'm sure you can appreciate that master Dwarf."
Then says in Common to him, "Alright I'll sign up. Will anyone else with courage to spare care to join me?"
(OOC: With Enoth's soldier background he has Military rank, does he happen to have an idea of who might be stationed at the Keep or if this involves his former army? If so he is granted certain influence, just wondering.)
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Saying back in dwarven "I agree, when good people die, someone has to do something, might as well be us"
In common: I shall join thes question
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Finn rises and joins the human and dwarf. "I'll lend what aid I can"
Ryndar Shadowsbane - Lvl 3 Eldarin Fighter | Kassar - Lvl 2 Lizardfolk Druid (Circle of Stars) | Finnegan (Finn) Taggert - Lvl 1 Human Cleric (Peace Domain) |
Verdan Schmidt - Lvl 2 Half-Elf Bard | Grithik - Lvl 5 Deep Gnome Warlock (Celestial)
Vapeiros looks at those that have volunteered. "Are we speaking in Dwarven now? Is that a thing?" he inquires in Dwarven. He switches to common. "My blade is at your service," he says to the envoy, bowing as he does.