Five years ago, a band of good friends frequented the Inn of the Last Home, the most popular tavern and inn in the treetop city of Solace. They made a pact to go off on their own in search of some sign of the true gods, agreeing to meet back at the Inn of the Last Home on that day five years later. Each taking a different path, they set out for the far corners of Ansalon. Now the heroes, known as the Innfellows, return to their hometown after finding only futility—the true gods seem to be well and truly gone. However, at the very least, they can look forward to a warm fire, a good meal, and the companionship of their dearest friends upon their return. Unfortunately, they find that Solace has changed in their absence. The Seekers, a misguided religious sect of questionable sincerity, have become the temporal rulers of Solace, governing the region from the nearby Lordcity of Haven. Rumors of war and whispers of monsters and death circulate among the farmers and townsfolk in hushed voices. Solace has changed, and that change promises to become even more drastic.
The door opened.
Both Tika and Otik started in alarm and turned to the door. They had not heard footsteps on the stairs, and that was uncanny! The Inn of the Last Home was built high in the branches of a mighty vallenwood tree, as was every other building in Solace, with the exception of the blacksmith shop. The townspeople had decided to take to the trees during the terror and chaos following the Cataclysm. And thus Solace became a tree town, one of the few truly beautiful wonders left on Krynn. Sturdy wooden bridge-walks connected the houses and businesses perched high above the ground where five hundred people went about their daily lives. The Inn of the Last Home was the largest building in Solace and stood forty feet off the ground. Stairs ran around the ancient vallenwood's gnarled trunk. As Otik had said, any visitor to the Inn would be heard approaching long before he was seen.
But neither Tika nor Otik had heard the old man. He stood in the doorway, leaning on a worn oak staff, and peered around the Inn. The tattered hood of his plain, gray robe was drawn over his head, its shadow obscuring the features of his face except for his hawkish, shining eyes.
"Can I help you. Old One?" Tika asked the stranger, exchanging worried glances with Otik. Was this old man a Seeker spy?
"Eh?" The old man blinked. "You open?"
"Well . . " Tika hesitated.
"Certainly," Otik said, smiling broadly. "Come in. Gray-beard. Tika, find our guest a chair. He must be tired after that long climb."
"Climb?" Scratching his head, the old man glanced around the porch, then looked down to the ground below. "Oh, yes. Climb. A great many stairs .. ." He hobbled inside, then made a playful swipe at Tika with his staff. "Get along with your work, girl. I'm capable of finding my own chair."
Tika shrugged, reached for her broom, and began sweeping, keeping her eyes on the old man.
He stood in the center of the Inn, peering around as though confirming the location and position of each table and chair in the room. The common room was large and bean-shaped, wrapping around the trunk of the vallenwood. The trees smaller limbs supported the floor and ceiling. He looked with particular interest at the fireplace, which stood about three-quarters of the way back into the room. The only stonework in the Inn, it was obviously crafted by dwarven hands to appear to be part of the tree, winding naturally through the branches above. A bin next to the side of the firepit was stacked high with cordwood and pine logs brought down from the high mountains. No resident of Solace would consider burning the wood of their own great trees. There was a back route out the kitchen; it was a forty-foot drop, but a few of Otik's customers found this setup very convenient. So did the old man.
He muttered satisfied comments to himself as his eyes went from one area to another. Then, to Tika's astonishment, he suddenly dropped his staff, hitched up the sleeves of his robes, and began rearranging the furniture!
Tika stopped sweeping and leaned on her broom. "What are you doing? That table's always been there!"
A long, narrow table stood in the center of the common room. The old man dragged it across the floor and shoved it up against the trunk of the hugevallenwood, right across from the firepit, then stepped back to admire his work.
"There," he grunted. "S'posed to be closer to the firepit. Now bring over two more chairs. Need six around here." Tika turned to Otik. He seemed about to protest, but, at that moment, there was a flaring light from the kitchen. A scream from the cook indicated that the grease had caught fire again. Otik hurried toward the swinging kitchen doors.
"He's harmless," he puffed as he passed Tika. "Let him do what he wants-within reason. Maybe he's throwing a party."
Tika sighed and took two chairs over to the old man as requested. She set them where he indicated.
"Now," the old man said, glancing around sharply. "Bring two more chairs-comfortable ones, mind you-over here. Put them next to the firepit, in this shadowy corner."
"'Tisn't shadowy," Tika protested. "It's sitting in full sunlight!"
"Ah"-the old man's eyes narrowed-"but it will be shadowy tonight, won't it? When the fire's lit ... "
"I-I suppose so ..." Tika faltered.
"Bring the chairs. That's a good girl. And I want one, right here." The old man gestured at a spot in front of the firepit. "For me."
"Are you giving a party. Old One?" Tika asked as she carried over the most comfortable, well-worn chair in the Inn.
"A party?" The thought seemed to strike the old man as funny. He chuckled. "Yes, girl. It will be a party such as the world of Krynn has not seen since before the Cataclysm! Be ready, Tika Waylan. Be ready!"
Warmed by the afternoon sun, the boulder felt comfortable to the half-elf, who had been walking all day in the chill autumn air. Alex relaxed and let the warmth seep into his bones-the warmth of the sun and the warmth of his thoughts. Because he was home.
He looked around him, his eyes lingering fondly over the familiar landscape. The mountainside below him formed one side of a high mountain bowl carpeted in autumn splendor. The vallenwood trees in the valley were ablaze in the season's colors, the brilliant reds and golds fading into the purple of the Kharolis peaks beyond. The flawless, azure sky among the trees was repeated in the waters of Crystalmir Lake. Thin columns of smoke curled among the treetops, the only sign of the presence of Solace. A soft, spreading haze blanketed the vale with the sweet aroma of home fires burning.
Escarin and Shanryar were still a bit farther away. They weren't used to so much walking but Alex had had to push them a little if they wanted to make it to the Inn at the appointed time.
He heard them talking as they came closer to his spot. He'd found them changed. He had heard about the Test, and they hadn't been very forthcoming about their trial but he knew that it had been hard on them. Strangely enough, he found that it had also brought them closer.
He stood, ready to move thinking about Xorn. He couldn't help himself from grinning. They had so much catching up to do.
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Solace had long been a crossroads for travelers. They came northeast from Haven, the Seeker capital. They came from the elven kingdom of Qualinesti to the south. Sometimes they came from the east, across the barren Plains of Abanasinia. Throughout the civilized world, the Inn of the Last Home was known as a traveler's refuge and center for news. It was to the Inn that the three friends turned their steps.
The huge, convoluted trunk rose through the surrounding trees. Against the shadow of the vallenwood, the colored panes of the Inn's stained-glass windows glittered brightly, and sounds of life drifted down from the windows. Lanterns, hanging from the tree limbs, lit the winding stairway. Though the autumn night was settling chill amid the vallenwoods of Solace, the travelers felt the companionship and memories warm the soul and wash away the aches and sorrows of the road.
Xorn and Kinlin had been walking for a long time, making good time. They were almost home. A strange feeling for both of them. Solace had taken them in, never judging, when most hadn't. It felt good to come back and see familiar faces.
As you approach Solace, the end of your long journey, your anticipation of rest and reunion with your fellows grows. Just as you see the first of the treetop houses peeking from among the fall foliage, you notice that the road is blocked; just around the bend ahead of you is a group of guards, the Highseeker’s militia. A farmer’s oxcart is stopped on the road, and two soldiers are searching its contents while the driver and passenger stand by. Two additional soldiers watch from a short distance away; one of the soldiers holds a chain restraining a ferocious-looking dog.
OOC: Take this time to make a description. You have to go through the guards to go into town. They haven't seen you yet. You have not done anything wrong.
Kinlin > kender / black hair with grey highlighs / darkish medium tone hairy skin / green eyes / 3ft tall / 40 lbs / young adult for a kender / male / wearing black, green, brown leathers with a worn tathered cloak / 11
Kinlin > kender / black hair with grey highlighs / darkish medium tone hairy skin / green eyes / 3ft tall / 40 lbs / young adult for a kender / male / wearing black, green, brown leathers with a worn tathered cloak / 11
Ok. Don't hesitate to narrate your actions in the future. It makes for a better reading usually. If you are not used to it that's ok.
The young and slender woman walked using her quartersatff as walking stick. She was wearing the white tunic that belonged to her wizardly order, and she looked down to the dozen mud spots on her tunic, embroided in a silver and golden pattern along the borders. Shan stopped, tosses away a bunch of now silver white hair, and be sure that her hood was still on, covering her green eyes.
“Where is that half-elf anyway? He could be in Haven by now!” She joked with his companion of travel. She took a moment to rearrange the little pouchs that she had in a belt around her waist, with the important components for her spells, and moved her backpack who carried her heavy spellbook. She felt the warm of the polished wood of the quarterstaff on her cheek. That quarterstaff, given to her by Par-Salian, the Head of her order, after she passed the Test, was still new for her, and she had to study it further to master all of its powers. Still it felt like if she had had it forever she thought to herself looking at the dragon claw that was atop the staff holding a cristal ball.
“Are you ready Escarin?” She said after retaking her breath to her companion “ Alexander must be atop this hill... and Solace should be just ahead...”
Hearing the two magic users tromping down the trail. "Would you two school girls please learn to pick your feet up. I am certain the Highlord in Haven could hear you two." A mid height half-elf (hard to see the pointy ears with his dark brown hair hanging down around his shoulders) with eyes a clear blue eyes like a clear spring sky, states as he places his right hand on his left shoulder. "I thought you would have learned that in school."
"Who are you calling a schoolgirl, pretty boy?" called back Escarin, from alongside his companion. Standing at an average height, of slim build the man looked somewhat different to the other magic user. The white robes of his order cut shorter than normal, ending above the knee, showing more of the dark brown leather armour that also covered his chest, shoulders and forearms. Two long-bladed daggers sheathed on his hips caught the eye with beautifully crafted hilts, one of ebony, one of ivory. Alongside these is a sheathed rod of dark wood, beautifully carved with unusual designs..
Across his shoulders a pack clearly containing a heavy book-shaped object rested comfortably with the hood of his brown cloak falling back over it.
He runs a hand across a short dark beard framing a face both kind and charming at the same time.
"We have been gone a long time, I miss the others too, and Otik's spiced potatoes even more" he adds with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“You better take care with Otik’s potatoes” replied Shan with a nostalgic smile as they coroned the hill and rejoined the half-elf “last time you had stomach pain for two days!” From their vantage point she could see the Crystalmir Lake, the Kharolis and the forest. The smell of the fireplaces of Solace and the look of the smoke rising fron the treetops were conforting. Specially after the hard days of the Test.
“It’s good to be at home” she whispered leaning on her staff.
"Now that I am done working on my tan, are you two ready to continue on or shall we take a short rest. Those books look heavy." Turning to the two magic users. "It is good to be home."
It is quite the site to behold. A minotaur and a kender walking down the road. Most places wouldn't know what to do first, hide their belongings or run away in fear. Not the people of Solace. It was home for these two. Xorn standing almost 7 feet , more if you count to the tops of his horns, is quite imposing. His beard braided down his chin into a gold cuff at the end holding it tight. A shield on his back and a solid shell of armor surrounding him, he looks prepared to go to war. But to the people of Solace, Xorn is known to be kind, light hearted, and loyal. They know they can trust him with their lives if it came to it. It is just this personality trait that has him very concerned as he and Kinlin notice the road block ahead. All of Xorn's internal alarm horns begin to bellow and he stops in the road snorting, in his normal gravel like voice "Kin, do you see? What do you make of that?" He then crouches and makes his way to the side of the road hoping to find some cover from the guards. This does not seem normal to him and he would like some time to figure it out before he proceeds.
“We wanted you to be handsome for Tika. “ replies Shan to Alex while starting to walk down the road. The mention of Otik`s food and the perspective to be home made her to fasten the pace.
“Do you think that the rest will be there?” She ask to both of her friends.
"Well that depends on who is traveling with Kinlin." A small smile creeps across his lips. "We shall see." Stepping back on to the path and heading for the inn.
"You know those potatoes, it's always the third helping that causes the problem. And we needed a reason to get that barmaid back to the table didn't we, Alex? " The arched eyebrow and the twinkle in his eye make it clear the teasing is all in the name of fun.
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Xorn
Xorn looks at the kender and chuckles a little under his breath. ”We’re not to be fighting yet are we? We just got here. I think the weapons might scare em into doin something they might regret. What do ya say Kin, maybe we go up and talk with em first. "
During this time, Xorn is trying to see how the guards at the road block are acting toward people. The Minotaur is not a fast thinker but makes up for it with a wise plan if he can.
Gonna try a WIS Insight on the road block. Do they seem aggressive? Does this look routine? Is the farmer they have stopped right now agitated?23
"Yeah, see Kin, those guards are just helping that farmer out. That dog must have attacked him. They are just keeping the dog at bay for the farmer." The minotaur's deep rough voice no longer hushed. With that he stands back up and heads for the road continuing to toward the guards.
Escarin, started chuckling at his own joke. Then he stopped and turned in alarm. Too late, he heard the silvery jingle of harness and bridle and the whinny of a horse. He puts his hand on the hilt of his swords, he gained an advantage through alertness.
Swearing under his breath, Escarin could do nothing but stand and stare at the figure emerging from the shadows. It was seated on a small, furry-legged pony that walked with its head down as if it were ashamed of its rider. Gray, mottled skin sagged into folds about the rider's face. Two pig-pink eyes stared out at them from beneath a military-looking helmet. Its fat. flabby body leaked out between pieces of flashy, pretentious armor.
A peculiar odor hit Alex, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Hobgoblin!" his brain registered. He loosened his sword.
"Behind you," Escarin said quietly.
Shanryar, hearing the warning note in his friend's voice, scrambled to her feet.
The hobgoblin sat astride the pony, watching them with a sneering, supercilious look on his flat face. His pink eyes reflected the last lingering traces of sunlight.
"You see, boys," the hobgoblin stated, speaking the Common Tongue with a thick accent, "what fools we are dealing with here in Solace."
There was gritty laughter from the trees behind the hobgoblin. Five goblin guards, dressed in crude uniforms, came out on foot. They took up positions on either side of their leader's horse.
"Now…" The hobgoblin leaned over his saddle. Shanryar watched with a kind of horrible fascination as the creature's huge belly completely engulfed the pommel. "I am Fewmaster Toede, leader of the forces that are keeping Solace protected from undesirable elements. You have no right to be walking in the city limits after dark. You are under arrest." Fewmaster Toede leaned down to speak to a goblin near him. "Bring me the blue crystal staff, if you find it on them," he said in the croaking goblin tongue. Shanryar, Escarin and Alexander all looked at each other questioningly. Each of them could speak some goblin-Alex better than the others. Had they heard right? A blue crystal staff?
"If they resist," added Fewmaster Toede, switching back to Common for grand effect, "kill them."
With that, he yanked on the reins, flicked his mount with a riding crop, and galloped off down the path toward town.
"Goblins! In Solace! This new Theocrat has much to answer for!" Escarin spat. Reaching up, he planted his feet firmly on the path, rocking back and forth until he felt himself balanced. "Very well," he announced. "Come on."
"I advise you to retreat," Alex said, throwing his cloak over one shoulder and drawing his weapon. "We have had a long journey. We are hungry and tired and late for a meeting with friends we have not seen in a long time. We have no intention of being arrested."
"Or of being killed," added Shanryar. She had drawn no weapon but stood staring at the goblins with interest.
A bit taken aback, the goblins glanced at each other nervously. One cast a baleful look down the road where his leader had vanished. The goblins were accustomed to bullying peddlers and farmers traveling to the small town-not to challenging armed and obviously skilled fighters. But their hatred of the other races of Krynn was long-standing. They drew their long, curved blades.
OOC: Init and you have the advantage for first attack roll, the goblins are taken aback.
Five years ago, a band of good friends frequented the Inn of the Last Home, the most popular tavern and inn in the treetop city of Solace. They made a pact to go off on their own in search of some sign of the true gods, agreeing to meet back at the Inn of the Last Home on that day five years later. Each taking a different path, they set out for the far corners of Ansalon. Now the heroes, known as the Innfellows, return to their hometown after finding only futility—the true gods seem to be well and truly gone. However, at the very least, they can look forward to a warm fire, a good meal, and the companionship of their dearest friends upon their return. Unfortunately, they find that Solace has changed in their absence. The Seekers, a misguided religious sect of questionable sincerity, have become the temporal rulers of Solace, governing the region from the nearby Lordcity of Haven. Rumors of war and whispers of monsters and death circulate among the farmers and townsfolk in hushed voices. Solace has changed, and that change promises to become even more drastic.
The door opened.
Both Tika and Otik started in alarm and turned to the door. They had not heard footsteps on the stairs, and that was uncanny! The Inn of the Last Home was built high in the branches of a mighty vallenwood tree, as was every other building in Solace, with the exception of the blacksmith shop. The townspeople had decided to take to the trees during the terror and chaos following the Cataclysm. And thus Solace became a tree town, one of the few truly beautiful wonders left on Krynn. Sturdy wooden bridge-walks connected the houses and businesses perched high above the ground where five hundred people went about their daily lives. The Inn of the Last Home was the largest building in Solace and stood forty feet off the ground. Stairs ran around the ancient vallenwood's gnarled trunk. As Otik had said, any visitor to the Inn would be heard approaching long before he was seen.
But neither Tika nor Otik had heard the old man. He stood in the doorway, leaning on a worn oak staff, and peered around the Inn. The tattered hood of his plain, gray robe was drawn over his head, its shadow obscuring the features of his face except for his hawkish, shining eyes.
"Can I help you. Old One?" Tika asked the stranger, exchanging worried glances with Otik. Was this old man a Seeker spy?
"Eh?" The old man blinked. "You open?"
"Well . . " Tika hesitated.
"Certainly," Otik said, smiling broadly. "Come in. Gray-beard. Tika, find our guest a chair. He must be tired after that long climb."
"Climb?" Scratching his head, the old man glanced around the porch, then looked down to the ground below. "Oh, yes. Climb. A great many stairs .. ." He hobbled inside, then made a playful swipe at Tika with his staff. "Get along with your work, girl. I'm capable of finding my own chair."
Tika shrugged, reached for her broom, and began sweeping, keeping her eyes on the old man.
He stood in the center of the Inn, peering around as though confirming the location and position of each table and chair in the room. The common room was large and bean-shaped, wrapping around the trunk of the vallenwood. The trees smaller limbs supported the floor and ceiling. He looked with particular interest at the fireplace, which stood about three-quarters of the way back into the room. The only stonework in the Inn, it was obviously crafted by dwarven hands to appear to be part of the tree, winding naturally through the branches above. A bin next to the side of the firepit was stacked high with cordwood and pine logs brought down from the high mountains. No resident of Solace would consider burning the wood of their own great trees. There was a back route out the kitchen; it was a forty-foot drop, but a few of Otik's customers found this setup very convenient. So did the old man.
He muttered satisfied comments to himself as his eyes went from one area to another. Then, to Tika's astonishment, he suddenly dropped his staff, hitched up the sleeves of his robes, and began rearranging the furniture!
Tika stopped sweeping and leaned on her broom. "What are you doing? That table's always been there!"
A long, narrow table stood in the center of the common room. The old man dragged it across the floor and shoved it up against the trunk of the huge vallenwood, right across from the firepit, then stepped back to admire his work.
"There," he grunted. "S'posed to be closer to the firepit. Now bring over two more chairs. Need six around here." Tika turned to Otik. He seemed about to protest, but, at that moment, there was a flaring light from the kitchen. A scream from the cook indicated that the grease had caught fire again. Otik hurried toward the swinging kitchen doors.
"He's harmless," he puffed as he passed Tika. "Let him do what he wants-within reason. Maybe he's throwing a party."
Tika sighed and took two chairs over to the old man as requested. She set them where he indicated.
"Now," the old man said, glancing around sharply. "Bring two more chairs-comfortable ones, mind you-over here. Put them next to the firepit, in this shadowy corner."
"'Tisn't shadowy," Tika protested. "It's sitting in full sunlight!"
"Ah"-the old man's eyes narrowed-"but it will be shadowy tonight, won't it? When the fire's lit ... "
"I-I suppose so ..." Tika faltered.
"Bring the chairs. That's a good girl. And I want one, right here." The old man gestured at a spot in front of the firepit. "For me."
"Are you giving a party. Old One?" Tika asked as she carried over the most comfortable, well-worn chair in the Inn.
"A party?" The thought seemed to strike the old man as funny. He chuckled. "Yes, girl. It will be a party such as the world of Krynn has not seen since before the Cataclysm! Be ready, Tika Waylan. Be ready!"
The Cast so far:
Alexander Leatherer Lvl 5 | Half-Elf | Rogue 1/Ranger 4 Player: Swarmsie
Escarin Lvl 5 | Human | Warlock 5 Player: Phadeout101
Geoff Krowly Lvl 5 | Human | Cleric 5 Player: Necmo
Kinlin Oleander Lvl 5 | Kender | Rogue 5 Player: Spiritgoyle
Shanryar Dalenthar Lvl 5 | Human | Wizard 5 Player: FrandalSilvereyes
Xorn Lvl 5 | Minotaur | Fighter 5 Player: Greycastle76
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Shanryar, Escarin and Alexander.
Warmed by the afternoon sun, the boulder felt comfortable to the half-elf, who had been walking all day in the chill autumn air. Alex relaxed and let the warmth seep into his bones-the warmth of the sun and the warmth of his thoughts. Because he was home.
He looked around him, his eyes lingering fondly over the familiar landscape. The mountainside below him formed one side of a high mountain bowl carpeted in autumn splendor. The vallenwood trees in the valley were ablaze in the season's colors, the brilliant reds and golds fading into the purple of the Kharolis peaks beyond. The flawless, azure sky among the trees was repeated in the waters of Crystalmir Lake. Thin columns of smoke curled among the treetops, the only sign of the presence of Solace. A soft, spreading haze blanketed the vale with the sweet aroma of home fires burning.
Escarin and Shanryar were still a bit farther away. They weren't used to so much walking but Alex had had to push them a little if they wanted to make it to the Inn at the appointed time.
He heard them talking as they came closer to his spot. He'd found them changed. He had heard about the Test, and they hadn't been very forthcoming about their trial but he knew that it had been hard on them. Strangely enough, he found that it had also brought them closer.
He stood, ready to move thinking about Xorn. He couldn't help himself from grinning. They had so much catching up to do.
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Xorn and Kinlin
Solace had long been a crossroads for travelers. They came northeast from Haven, the Seeker capital. They came from the elven kingdom of Qualinesti to the south. Sometimes they came from the east, across the barren Plains of Abanasinia. Throughout the civilized world, the Inn of the Last Home was known as a traveler's refuge and center for news. It was to the Inn that the three friends turned their steps.
The huge, convoluted trunk rose through the surrounding trees. Against the shadow of the vallenwood, the colored panes of the Inn's stained-glass windows glittered brightly, and sounds of life drifted down from the windows. Lanterns, hanging from the tree limbs, lit the winding stairway. Though the autumn night was settling chill amid the vallenwoods of Solace, the travelers felt the companionship and memories warm the soul and wash away the aches and sorrows of the road.
Xorn and Kinlin had been walking for a long time, making good time. They were almost home. A strange feeling for both of them. Solace had taken them in, never judging, when most hadn't. It felt good to come back and see familiar faces.
As you approach Solace, the end of your long journey, your anticipation of rest and reunion with your fellows grows. Just as you see the first of the treetop houses peeking from among the fall foliage, you notice that the road is blocked; just around the bend ahead of you is a group of guards, the Highseeker’s militia. A farmer’s oxcart is stopped on the road, and two soldiers are searching its contents while the driver and passenger stand by. Two additional soldiers watch from a short distance away; one of the soldiers holds a chain restraining a ferocious-looking dog.
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Kinlin > kender / black hair with grey highlighs / darkish medium tone hairy skin / green eyes / 3ft tall / 40 lbs / young adult for a kender / male / wearing black, green, brown leathers with a worn tathered cloak / 11
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no action yet just roll eveytime for fun
but will roll a decception > 22
The young and slender woman walked using her quartersatff as walking stick. She was wearing the white tunic that belonged to her wizardly order, and she looked down to the dozen mud spots on her tunic, embroided in a silver and golden pattern along the borders. Shan stopped, tosses away a bunch of now silver white hair, and be sure that her hood was still on, covering her green eyes.
“Where is that half-elf anyway? He could be in Haven by now!” She joked with his companion of travel. She took a moment to rearrange the little pouchs that she had in a belt around her waist, with the important components for her spells, and moved her backpack who carried her heavy spellbook. She felt the warm of the polished wood of the quarterstaff on her cheek. That quarterstaff, given to her by Par-Salian, the Head of her order, after she passed the Test, was still new for her, and she had to study it further to master all of its powers. Still it felt like if she had had it forever she thought to herself looking at the dragon claw that was atop the staff holding a cristal ball.
“Are you ready Escarin?” She said after retaking her breath to her companion “ Alexander must be atop this hill... and Solace should be just ahead...”
PbP Character: A few ;)
Hearing the two magic users tromping down the trail. "Would you two school girls please learn to pick your feet up. I am certain the Highlord in Haven could hear you two." A mid height half-elf (hard to see the pointy ears with his dark brown hair hanging down around his shoulders) with eyes a clear blue eyes like a clear spring sky, states as he places his right hand on his left shoulder. "I thought you would have learned that in school."
Alexander Leatherer Ranger: Dragons of Autumn
Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
"Who are you calling a schoolgirl, pretty boy?" called back Escarin, from alongside his companion. Standing at an average height, of slim build the man looked somewhat different to the other magic user. The white robes of his order cut shorter than normal, ending above the knee, showing more of the dark brown leather armour that also covered his chest, shoulders and forearms. Two long-bladed daggers sheathed on his hips caught the eye with beautifully crafted hilts, one of ebony, one of ivory. Alongside these is a sheathed rod of dark wood, beautifully carved with unusual designs..
Across his shoulders a pack clearly containing a heavy book-shaped object rested comfortably with the hood of his brown cloak falling back over it.
He runs a hand across a short dark beard framing a face both kind and charming at the same time.
"We have been gone a long time, I miss the others too, and Otik's spiced potatoes even more" he adds with a mischievous glint in his eye.
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“You better take care with Otik’s potatoes” replied Shan with a nostalgic smile as they coroned the hill and rejoined the half-elf “last time you had stomach pain for two days!” From their vantage point she could see the Crystalmir Lake, the Kharolis and the forest. The smell of the fireplaces of Solace and the look of the smoke rising fron the treetops were conforting. Specially after the hard days of the Test.
“It’s good to be at home” she whispered leaning on her staff.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"Now that I am done working on my tan, are you two ready to continue on or shall we take a short rest. Those books look heavy." Turning to the two magic users. "It is good to be home."
Alexander Leatherer Ranger: Dragons of Autumn
Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
Xorn
It is quite the site to behold. A minotaur and a kender walking down the road. Most places wouldn't know what to do first, hide their belongings or run away in fear. Not the people of Solace. It was home for these two. Xorn standing almost 7 feet , more if you count to the tops of his horns, is quite imposing. His beard braided down his chin into a gold cuff at the end holding it tight. A shield on his back and a solid shell of armor surrounding him, he looks prepared to go to war. But to the people of Solace, Xorn is known to be kind, light hearted, and loyal. They know they can trust him with their lives if it came to it. It is just this personality trait that has him very concerned as he and Kinlin notice the road block ahead. All of Xorn's internal alarm horns begin to bellow and he stops in the road snorting, in his normal gravel like voice "Kin, do you see? What do you make of that?" He then crouches and makes his way to the side of the road hoping to find some cover from the guards. This does not seem normal to him and he would like some time to figure it out before he proceeds.
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“We wanted you to be handsome for Tika. “ replies Shan to Alex while starting to walk down the road. The mention of Otik`s food and the perspective to be home made her to fasten the pace.
“Do you think that the rest will be there?” She ask to both of her friends.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Shanryar, Escarin and Alexander.
OOC: perception check for those walking in the forest.
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"Well that depends on who is traveling with Kinlin." A small smile creeps across his lips. "We shall see." Stepping back on to the path and heading for the inn.
Alexander Leatherer Ranger: Dragons of Autumn
Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
(Perception: 8 )
PbP Character: A few ;)
Perception 25
"You know those potatoes, it's always the third helping that causes the problem. And we needed a reason to get that barmaid back to the table didn't we, Alex? " The arched eyebrow and the twinkle in his eye make it clear the teasing is all in the name of fun.
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using Xorn and the road side cover
perception / 2
stealth / 27
as I ready my weapons
Xorn
Xorn looks at the kender and chuckles a little under his breath. ”We’re not to be fighting yet are we? We just got here. I think the weapons might scare em into doin something they might regret. What do ya say Kin, maybe we go up and talk with em first. "
During this time, Xorn is trying to see how the guards at the road block are acting toward people. The Minotaur is not a fast thinker but makes up for it with a wise plan if he can.
Gonna try a WIS Insight on the road block. Do they seem aggressive? Does this look routine? Is the farmer they have stopped right now agitated?23
"Yeah, see Kin, those guards are just helping that farmer out. That dog must have attacked him. They are just keeping the dog at bay for the farmer." The minotaur's deep rough voice no longer hushed. With that he stands back up and heads for the road continuing to toward the guards.
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Shanryar, Escarin and Alexander.
Escarin, started chuckling at his own joke. Then he stopped and turned in alarm. Too late, he heard the silvery jingle of harness and bridle and the whinny of a horse. He puts his hand on the hilt of his swords, he gained an advantage through alertness.
Swearing under his breath, Escarin could do nothing but stand and stare at the figure emerging from the shadows. It was seated on a small, furry-legged pony that walked with its head down as if it were ashamed of its rider. Gray, mottled skin sagged into folds about the rider's face. Two pig-pink eyes stared out at them from beneath a military-looking helmet. Its fat. flabby body leaked out between pieces of flashy, pretentious armor.
A peculiar odor hit Alex, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Hobgoblin!" his brain registered. He loosened his sword.
"Behind you," Escarin said quietly.
Shanryar, hearing the warning note in his friend's voice, scrambled to her feet.
The hobgoblin sat astride the pony, watching them with a sneering, supercilious look on his flat face. His pink eyes reflected the last lingering traces of sunlight.
"You see, boys," the hobgoblin stated, speaking the Common Tongue with a thick accent, "what fools we are dealing with here in Solace."
There was gritty laughter from the trees behind the hobgoblin. Five goblin guards, dressed in crude uniforms, came out on foot. They took up positions on either side of their leader's horse.
"Now…" The hobgoblin leaned over his saddle. Shanryar watched with a kind of horrible fascination as the creature's huge belly completely engulfed the pommel. "I am Fewmaster Toede, leader of the forces that are keeping Solace protected from undesirable elements. You have no right to be walking in the city limits after dark. You are under arrest." Fewmaster Toede leaned down to speak to a goblin near him. "Bring me the blue crystal staff, if you find it on them," he said in the croaking goblin tongue. Shanryar, Escarin and Alexander all looked at each other questioningly. Each of them could speak some goblin-Alex better than the others. Had they heard right? A blue crystal staff?
"If they resist," added Fewmaster Toede, switching back to Common for grand effect, "kill them."
With that, he yanked on the reins, flicked his mount with a riding crop, and galloped off down the path toward town.
"Goblins! In Solace! This new Theocrat has much to answer for!" Escarin spat. Reaching up, he planted his feet firmly on the path, rocking back and forth until he felt himself balanced. "Very well," he announced. "Come on."
"I advise you to retreat," Alex said, throwing his cloak over one shoulder and drawing his weapon. "We have had a long journey. We are hungry and tired and late for a meeting with friends we have not seen in a long time. We have no intention of being arrested."
"Or of being killed," added Shanryar. She had drawn no weapon but stood staring at the goblins with interest.
A bit taken aback, the goblins glanced at each other nervously. One cast a baleful look down the road where his leader had vanished. The goblins were accustomed to bullying peddlers and farmers traveling to the small town-not to challenging armed and obviously skilled fighters. But their hatred of the other races of Krynn was long-standing. They drew their long, curved blades.
OOC: Init and you have the advantage for first attack roll, the goblins are taken aback.
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