A couple of you just happened to be passing through, a couple of you are chasing rumors of a cultish presence in the town, while still others may have been sent here on assignment by the crown, you have all ended up in the (relatively) large village of Treud, a farming village recently hit with a strange conundrum of bovine origins. Some cows have gone missing. While not altogether strange in and of itself, what is strange is how the cows keep turning up, back in the fields they were taken from, drained of blood. While there have been no significant losses, and the state continues to reimburse for drained cows, the villagers are not entirely reassured and find it quite strange that this occurrence happens every six nights without fail.
It's been five nights since the latest attack and the farmers are getting restless, willing to try anything to keep evil at bay. Lo and behold, six paladins of varying faiths wander into town at the height of their need. As your characters walk into town, the first thing they notice is the smell. The smell of livestock and dung. The sun shines in the near-cloudless azure-blue sky warming and enhancing the smell of general yuck. A smell some of you associate with the lower classes.
The next thing you notice is the feverish bustle of the village as everyone runs around like headless chickens trying to buy anti-evil wards (No matter how useless) to protect their stock. Some people have set up stalls dedicated to abjuration magics, promising quality charms and wards while haggling prices and making deals, kicking up the dirt road and banging on the doors. After about five minutes of idle watching, a deep powerful voice booms out from the town square reaching every corner of the village and beyond;
"QUIEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTT!"
And the entire town stops in their tracks, the authority behind this voice powerful enough to render you all silent as well (Even the Nobility amongst you. The voice is that deep and commanding) even though you hadn't been talking. Even the sheep grazing in the fields fall silent as you hear the echoes come back.
"Will someone please tell me what all this fuss is about?"
At this the entire square erupts into explanations and incoherent babbling;
"SILENCE!"
And everyone goes quiet again.
"Is this about the cows?" The voice sounds very exasperated, and you can imagine whoever this is pinching the bridge of their nose as the town burst out again. This time, the voice doesn't speak again for a short while, seemingly very tired.
"Listen, I'm expecting a couple of noble representatives to come down and help me figure out what's going on. Until then, please be patient. And for the love of the gods don't fall for these hairbrained schemes,"
You hear a few moments of silence and the slam of a door before everyone erupts again, running around bartering once more. What would you like to do?
(ok sorry about that infodump everyone, I would assume everyone is arriving from different directions?)
From the northern road a goliath walks calmly into town, his bald tatooed head towering over most humans. He is wearing metal armor and carrying a simple backpack hanging over his left shoulder. He calmly stands near the edge of town and listens to the booming voice, trying to gues what is causing the commotion.
Once the barter begins anew, he approaches a farmer that just bought an amulet and asks "it would seem that everyone needs protection these days, what is your ward for?" If the person is willing to answer questions, Kiori will continue asking "and what was that business with the cows? are the cattle trampling people?"
Pavonis rides into town sniffing at the air, still not quite used to the idea of smells in the same way. Things move through the air differently here than they should underwater. His crab shell shield and trident in on his horse, he sits tall looking down on those he passes. “You!” He calls out to the nearest villager, “I’m looking for the road to <location>.” As the voice suddenly booms out from town and everyone, including himself pauses, he looks down again towards the villager and says, “Never mind that. Who is it that just called for silence?” Thinking to himself that a person like that is worth meeting.
Obirith looks at the villagers with clear contempt on his face, looking as if he is going to grab the nearest one and rip them apart. While the look of contempt never leaves his face he decides they are not worth his time, his gaze enough to clear most out of his way as he heads further into the town. "Worthless cattle the lot of them. They couldn't even give me enough treasure to fill my coin purse."
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A older farmer with a magnificent dirtied white beard turns to Kiori and says;
"Eh? Oh, yeah, ery six days a cow goes missin, and shows up bout a week laer, drained o blood. Mysterious thing tha' and so everyun's tryn to get evil warding thingamabobs. Nono, our cows don trample people, people can't ge the same di-seas-es cows do."
The villager looks scared of you, Pavonis, and opens his mouth to answer before the voice stuns him into silence. Once the voice has finished, she turns to you and says;
"That was our mayor, Marador Redhammer. He'll be in the town hall if ye wan to talk to im,"
A small child looks up at you, Therbryn, and answers;
"Something's going on with the cows so daddy's tryin' to find some anti-magic stuffs and mom's tryin to stop him. No one else is gonna hear you if you talk like that ya know? People in a state of panic tend not to heed warnings and commit terrifying deeds in the name of self-preservateron, thus they will usually only listen to a strong leader or authority figur."
After having paused to listen to the authoritative voice, Xyrrel Lindenhill signals to the young man just behind him leading a riding horse. The group continues into town - a young woman, wearing well-tailored but fairly simple traveling clothes; a small boy, dressed in fine traveling clothes fitting of a noble; the young man leading the horse, wearing new-looking studded leather armor; and another nobleman walking alongside Xyrrel.
"Dario, I presume that man we just heard speaking is the one we are looking for. We should go and find him immediately." Xyrrel speaks to nobleman beside him. "Unless you have any better plans?"
Xyrrel appears as though he may be human. Although right away his lustrous white hair, worn loose past his shoulders, seems a bit out of the ordinary. Along with his dazzling hazel eyes, flawless skin, and fine features, those who know would easily mark him as an Aasimar. He is dressed in what looks to be very thin plate mail armor and wears a finely made green cloak with gold embroidery. The cloak bears the emblem of a golden tree - to those who know, the symbol of the Knights of House Goldwood. The brooch at the throat of the cloak bears the sun burst symbol of Amaunator. He walks along the road with the confident bearing of nobility. He gives a smile to the villagers he passes, though makes no move to speak - or make any contact - with any of them.
He continues on until reaching the place the voice seemed to be coming from, looking about to determine where he might have gone.
Pavonis makes no effort to thank the villager. Hearing the answer and now knowing that the Mayor of this town is someone of charismatic power, he simply turns his steed in the direction of the manor and begins trotting in that direction, head held high, looking out over the streets and listening to the talk of those he passes.
A tall young man follows shortly behind Xyrrel, human with tan skin and a shortly trimmed beard. He has scars across his face and wears a sturdy chainmail armor with bearing the colors of house Stormrunner, blue and grey with a lightning bolt as the focal point of the sigil. He is armed with a warhammer at his side and walks with the confidence of a noblemen, but the grit of a war veteran. Dario Stormrunner enters leading his own horse, similarly scarred with black hair with white spots that has two glaives strapped to it's side. He responds to his travelling companion, "Aye let's get what information we can from him and move onward. We can interrogate anyone else who might have information later... my guess is that there's at least a couple folk who have insight beyond what the public might see." he smirks and proceeds towards the booming voice.
"I wonder what would be able to drain the blood for a cow, but mostly why do they bother with returning the empty body." Kiori answers the bearded farmer "tell me now, were can one find someting to eat around here? The road was long and my stomach is feeling lonely."
Should the farmer indicate an inn or tavern, Kioiri would go there to get something to eat and gather more information on this blood draining cows. Otherwise he would just walk into the village through the main road and look for the town square.
A small child looks up at you, Therbryn, and answers;
"Something's going on with the cows so daddy's tryin' to find some anti-magic stuffs and mom's tryin to stop him. No one else is gonna hear you if you talk like that ya know? People in a state of panic tend not to heed warnings and commit terrifying deeds in the name of self-preservateron, thus they will usually only listen to a strong leader or authority figur."
"Where did you learn to talk like that?" Therbryn asks.
How old does the child look?
He can't be older than eight, but he's reading a large book entitled Two Kinds of People that appears as though it belongs in the hands of a scholar rather than the hands of a child.
"I wonder what would be able to drain the blood for a cow, but mostly why do they bother with returning the empty body." Kiori answers the bearded farmer "tell me now, were can one find someting to eat around here? The road was long and my stomach is feeling lonely."
Should the farmer indicate an inn or tavern, Kioiri would go there to get something to eat and gather more information on this blood draining cows. Otherwise he would just walk into the village through the main road and look for the town square.
"If it's good food yer hankerin' fer, you should head over to West End, they got an amazing casserole,"
Dario/ Xyrrel/ Pavonis are all headed for town hall correct?
You gaze upon the rough stone of the two story building of town hall, and are thoroughly unimpressed. The roof is simple wood, there's no designs in the stonework, there's no grandeur in the simple glass door, and there's no gold, or silver, or metals of any sort. It's not really special in any way whatsoever, and you wouldn't have known this was the place you were supposed to be if not for the small sign next to the door that reads: Tow Ha l
Riding up, Pavonis looks to the other well geared travelers simply noting their presence as he dismounts his horse, quickly tying it to a post and giving it a quick pat on the neck. He then walks into the Town Hall as if he’d been invited.
Obirith forces his disgust down as he pulls his cloak around himself, flexing his tail as he stalks further into town. As he does so he will move to openly show his defaced symbol of Bane, seeing if that will get a reaction out of anyone.
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Dario walks up and ties is horse to the post as well, looking over to Pavonis with some intrigue as he gestures to Xyrrel "We're burnin daylight, have your cohort attend to the horses while we chat this guy up... looks like we're not the only one's looking into what happens here. Either competition or comrades, hard to tell." he takes wraps his fingers around his warhammer, leaving his other weapons with his steed.
Xyrrel studies the Triton a moment as they approach the town hall. He gives a brief glance to to Brevrik - his squire, "Keep an eye on both horses. And Tam." He then nods to Dario. "Yes, let's speak to this newcomer." Once they arrive, he approaches Pavonis. "Greetings sir, I am Xyrrel Lindenhill, Knight of Goldenwood. What brings you to this small town? I am afraid I have not had the chance to make your acquaintance before."
"Pavonis Caladan. Good to meet someone of strength."Pavonis says with a nod, making a quick judgement call that this man is above many of the other commoners, and may be somewhat of a protector himself. "I was just passing through, but hearing the Mayor's call just a bit ago made me curious to see what's happening here. Seems there may some evils which need to be washed away. Is your home far as well?"
"My family's lands are a few days ride off, but I would not say too far. Dario and I were sent. It does seem that this Mayor is the man to talk to though." Xyrrel pauses a moment to turn to Dario, "We should head inside," he says as he proceeds in that direction. He then turns his attention back to Pavonis. "So where do you hail from good sir?"
"I have traveled quite far from my home." Pavonis says. "I came out of the sea at <town name near coast> where I purchased this friendly creature," patting his horse, "though even to there it was nearly a tenday's swim from the Deep. I am still not accustomed to land with so little, ah, 'water' you call it?... around."The more he speaks the more you realize that, while he has clearly studied Common well, he has used it little in normal conversation, so it seems quite formal, and often trills his Rs, his Vs sound more like a B, and his vowel sounds are all similar where Common changes even the sounds of an A depending on the letters around it. ((think kind of a Spain Spanish accent)) He then nods as the knight begins to head in and says, "I shall accompany you to talk with this Mayor." not asking for an invitation.
A couple of you just happened to be passing through, a couple of you are chasing rumors of a cultish presence in the town, while still others may have been sent here on assignment by the crown, you have all ended up in the (relatively) large village of Treud, a farming village recently hit with a strange conundrum of bovine origins. Some cows have gone missing. While not altogether strange in and of itself, what is strange is how the cows keep turning up, back in the fields they were taken from, drained of blood. While there have been no significant losses, and the state continues to reimburse for drained cows, the villagers are not entirely reassured and find it quite strange that this occurrence happens every six nights without fail.
It's been five nights since the latest attack and the farmers are getting restless, willing to try anything to keep evil at bay. Lo and behold, six paladins of varying faiths wander into town at the height of their need. As your characters walk into town, the first thing they notice is the smell. The smell of livestock and dung. The sun shines in the near-cloudless azure-blue sky warming and enhancing the smell of general yuck. A smell some of you associate with the lower classes.
The next thing you notice is the feverish bustle of the village as everyone runs around like headless chickens trying to buy anti-evil wards (No matter how useless) to protect their stock. Some people have set up stalls dedicated to abjuration magics, promising quality charms and wards while haggling prices and making deals, kicking up the dirt road and banging on the doors. After about five minutes of idle watching, a deep powerful voice booms out from the town square reaching every corner of the village and beyond;
"QUIEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTT!"
And the entire town stops in their tracks, the authority behind this voice powerful enough to render you all silent as well (Even the Nobility amongst you. The voice is that deep and commanding) even though you hadn't been talking. Even the sheep grazing in the fields fall silent as you hear the echoes come back.
"Will someone please tell me what all this fuss is about?"
At this the entire square erupts into explanations and incoherent babbling;
"SILENCE!"
And everyone goes quiet again.
"Is this about the cows?" The voice sounds very exasperated, and you can imagine whoever this is pinching the bridge of their nose as the town burst out again. This time, the voice doesn't speak again for a short while, seemingly very tired.
"Listen, I'm expecting a couple of noble representatives to come down and help me figure out what's going on. Until then, please be patient. And for the love of the gods don't fall for these hairbrained schemes,"
You hear a few moments of silence and the slam of a door before everyone erupts again, running around bartering once more. What would you like to do?
(ok sorry about that infodump everyone, I would assume everyone is arriving from different directions?)
Farewell.
From the northern road a goliath walks calmly into town, his bald tatooed head towering over most humans. He is wearing metal armor and carrying a simple backpack hanging over his left shoulder. He calmly stands near the edge of town and listens to the booming voice, trying to gues what is causing the commotion.
Once the barter begins anew, he approaches a farmer that just bought an amulet and asks "it would seem that everyone needs protection these days, what is your ward for?" If the person is willing to answer questions, Kiori will continue asking "and what was that business with the cows? are the cattle trampling people?"
Pavonis rides into town sniffing at the air, still not quite used to the idea of smells in the same way. Things move through the air differently here than they should underwater. His crab shell shield and trident in on his horse, he sits tall looking down on those he passes. “You!” He calls out to the nearest villager, “I’m looking for the road to <location>.” As the voice suddenly booms out from town and everyone, including himself pauses, he looks down again towards the villager and says, “Never mind that. Who is it that just called for silence?” Thinking to himself that a person like that is worth meeting.
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Obirith looks at the villagers with clear contempt on his face, looking as if he is going to grab the nearest one and rip them apart. While the look of contempt never leaves his face he decides they are not worth his time, his gaze enough to clear most out of his way as he heads further into the town. "Worthless cattle the lot of them. They couldn't even give me enough treasure to fill my coin purse."
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A older farmer with a magnificent dirtied white beard turns to Kiori and says;
"Eh? Oh, yeah, ery six days a cow goes missin, and shows up bout a week laer, drained o blood. Mysterious thing tha' and so everyun's tryn to get evil warding thingamabobs. Nono, our cows don trample people, people can't ge the same di-seas-es cows do."
The villager looks scared of you, Pavonis, and opens his mouth to answer before the voice stuns him into silence. Once the voice has finished, she turns to you and says;
"That was our mayor, Marador Redhammer. He'll be in the town hall if ye wan to talk to im,"
A small child looks up at you, Therbryn, and answers;
"Something's going on with the cows so daddy's tryin' to find some anti-magic stuffs and mom's tryin to stop him. No one else is gonna hear you if you talk like that ya know? People in a state of panic tend not to heed warnings and commit terrifying deeds in the name of self-preservateron, thus they will usually only listen to a strong leader or authority figur."
Farewell.
After having paused to listen to the authoritative voice, Xyrrel Lindenhill signals to the young man just behind him leading a riding horse. The group continues into town - a young woman, wearing well-tailored but fairly simple traveling clothes; a small boy, dressed in fine traveling clothes fitting of a noble; the young man leading the horse, wearing new-looking studded leather armor; and another nobleman walking alongside Xyrrel.
"Dario, I presume that man we just heard speaking is the one we are looking for. We should go and find him immediately." Xyrrel speaks to nobleman beside him. "Unless you have any better plans?"
Xyrrel appears as though he may be human. Although right away his lustrous white hair, worn loose past his shoulders, seems a bit out of the ordinary. Along with his dazzling hazel eyes, flawless skin, and fine features, those who know would easily mark him as an Aasimar. He is dressed in what looks to be very thin plate mail armor and wears a finely made green cloak with gold embroidery. The cloak bears the emblem of a golden tree - to those who know, the symbol of the Knights of House Goldwood. The brooch at the throat of the cloak bears the sun burst symbol of Amaunator. He walks along the road with the confident bearing of nobility. He gives a smile to the villagers he passes, though makes no move to speak - or make any contact - with any of them.
He continues on until reaching the place the voice seemed to be coming from, looking about to determine where he might have gone.
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Pavonis makes no effort to thank the villager. Hearing the answer and now knowing that the Mayor of this town is someone of charismatic power, he simply turns his steed in the direction of the manor and begins trotting in that direction, head held high, looking out over the streets and listening to the talk of those he passes.
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A tall young man follows shortly behind Xyrrel, human with tan skin and a shortly trimmed beard. He has scars across his face and wears a sturdy chainmail armor with bearing the colors of house Stormrunner, blue and grey with a lightning bolt as the focal point of the sigil. He is armed with a warhammer at his side and walks with the confidence of a noblemen, but the grit of a war veteran. Dario Stormrunner enters leading his own horse, similarly scarred with black hair with white spots that has two glaives strapped to it's side. He responds to his travelling companion, "Aye let's get what information we can from him and move onward. We can interrogate anyone else who might have information later... my guess is that there's at least a couple folk who have insight beyond what the public might see." he smirks and proceeds towards the booming voice.
"I wonder what would be able to drain the blood for a cow, but mostly why do they bother with returning the empty body." Kiori answers the bearded farmer "tell me now, were can one find someting to eat around here? The road was long and my stomach is feeling lonely."
Should the farmer indicate an inn or tavern, Kioiri would go there to get something to eat and gather more information on this blood draining cows. Otherwise he would just walk into the village through the main road and look for the town square.
He can't be older than eight, but he's reading a large book entitled Two Kinds of People that appears as though it belongs in the hands of a scholar rather than the hands of a child.
"If it's good food yer hankerin' fer, you should head over to West End, they got an amazing casserole,"
Dario/ Xyrrel/ Pavonis are all headed for town hall correct?
You gaze upon the rough stone of the two story building of town hall, and are thoroughly unimpressed. The roof is simple wood, there's no designs in the stonework, there's no grandeur in the simple glass door, and there's no gold, or silver, or metals of any sort. It's not really special in any way whatsoever, and you wouldn't have known this was the place you were supposed to be if not for the small sign next to the door that reads: Tow Ha l
Farewell.
Riding up, Pavonis looks to the other well geared travelers simply noting their presence as he dismounts his horse, quickly tying it to a post and giving it a quick pat on the neck. He then walks into the Town Hall as if he’d been invited.
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Obirith forces his disgust down as he pulls his cloak around himself, flexing his tail as he stalks further into town. As he does so he will move to openly show his defaced symbol of Bane, seeing if that will get a reaction out of anyone.
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Dario walks up and ties is horse to the post as well, looking over to Pavonis with some intrigue as he gestures to Xyrrel "We're burnin daylight, have your cohort attend to the horses while we chat this guy up... looks like we're not the only one's looking into what happens here. Either competition or comrades, hard to tell." he takes wraps his fingers around his warhammer, leaving his other weapons with his steed.
Xyrrel studies the Triton a moment as they approach the town hall. He gives a brief glance to to Brevrik - his squire, "Keep an eye on both horses. And Tam." He then nods to Dario. "Yes, let's speak to this newcomer." Once they arrive, he approaches Pavonis. "Greetings sir, I am Xyrrel Lindenhill, Knight of Goldenwood. What brings you to this small town? I am afraid I have not had the chance to make your acquaintance before."
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"Pavonis Caladan. Good to meet someone of strength." Pavonis says with a nod, making a quick judgement call that this man is above many of the other commoners, and may be somewhat of a protector himself. "I was just passing through, but hearing the Mayor's call just a bit ago made me curious to see what's happening here. Seems there may some evils which need to be washed away. Is your home far as well?"
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"My family's lands are a few days ride off, but I would not say too far. Dario and I were sent. It does seem that this Mayor is the man to talk to though." Xyrrel pauses a moment to turn to Dario, "We should head inside," he says as he proceeds in that direction. He then turns his attention back to Pavonis. "So where do you hail from good sir?"
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"I have traveled quite far from my home." Pavonis says. "I came out of the sea at <town name near coast> where I purchased this friendly creature," patting his horse, "though even to there it was nearly a tenday's swim from the Deep. I am still not accustomed to land with so little, ah, 'water' you call it?... around." The more he speaks the more you realize that, while he has clearly studied Common well, he has used it little in normal conversation, so it seems quite formal, and often trills his Rs, his Vs sound more like a B, and his vowel sounds are all similar where Common changes even the sounds of an A depending on the letters around it. ((think kind of a Spain Spanish accent)) He then nods as the knight begins to head in and says, "I shall accompany you to talk with this Mayor." not asking for an invitation.
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