Misha enters the Inn of the Swan and looks around. So many people, which one could possibly be Sergeant Sloan? She looks for the most crowded table and takes a deep breath. She clambers up to the table and looks up at everyone who, by now, must be taken aback by the little female gnome who audaciously is now standing in the middle of their table. “I’m looking for a Sergeant Sloane. Are any of you Sergeant Sloane?”
Even though Misha has light brown skin, the folks at the table can see her skin begin to flush from embarrassment at making such an entrance.
Joe Smith comes to you, thanking you for your help in defending Daruinjak. "But we need to get back to Freeport as quickly as possible. Over half of the army is headed that way, and people are waiting for us there. Have you ever ridden a dragon before, Dire? Rhi, can you fly ahead to Freeport and meet up with Sergeant Sloane at the FDF office in the Port District?"
Outside of the gate sits one of the brass dragons, preening itself and looking a little bored.
Rhi looks at Joe and says, "I have not ridden a dragon before, when I was young the evil white dragons would hunt my kind, so I have had a bit of paranoia. But if I am needed, my monk discipline will allow me to ride such a beast." Rhi flaps his wings and alights atop the back of the dragon, wrapping his talons into the provided leather straps. The powerful dragon flaps its giant wings and takes off in a flurry of dust. The skies are comforting to Rhi and he is able to relax despite his proximity to the dragon. He takes deep breaths and notices how the dragon expertly navigates the updrafts in order to be efficient in his flying. After many hours, they finally land, and Rhi glides to the ground. He quickly bows to the dragon and gives his thanks before looking for the FDF office. The dragon landing zone was fortunately very close, so Rhi only needed to ask a few citizens for directions.
He pushes open the door to the office, walks up to the attendant desk and asks, "Where is Sergeant Sloane? I have dire news about an impending goblin invasion."
With a sigh Leokoris tugs on her braid and starts walking to the Inn of the Swan, that being as good a place as any to start searching for her squad leader..
"Well, right this way," Joe says with a smile as a second brass dragon lands near the gate. Rhi takes off on his dragon while Joe helps dire onto the back of the other dragon. Soon they are off to Freeport. They land in a large park near the center of the city and go to the nearby FDF office.
Joe Smith comes to you, thanking you for your help in defending Daruinjak. "But we need to get back to Freeport as quickly as possible. Over half of the army is headed that way, and people are waiting for us there. Have you ever ridden a dragon before, Dire? Rhi, can you fly ahead to Freeport and meet up with Sergeant Sloane at the FDF office in the Port District?"
Outside of the gate sits one of the brass dragons, preening itself and looking a little bored.
Rhi looks at Joe and says, "I have not ridden a dragon before, when I was young the evil white dragons would hunt my kind, so I have had a bit of paranoia. But if I am needed, my monk discipline will allow me to ride such a beast." Rhi flaps his wings and alights atop the back of the dragon, wrapping his talons into the provided leather straps. The powerful dragon flaps its giant wings and takes off in a flurry of dust. The skies are comforting to Rhi and he is able to relax despite his proximity to the dragon. He takes deep breaths and notices how the dragon expertly navigates the updrafts in order to be efficient in his flying. After many hours, they finally land, and Rhi glides to the ground. He quickly bows to the dragon and gives his thanks before looking for the FDF office. The dragon landing zone was fortunately very close, so Rhi only needed to ask a few citizens for directions.
He pushes open the door to the office, walks up to the attendant desk and asks, "Where is Sergeant Sloane? I have dire news about an impending goblin invasion."
"Sergeant Sloan is at the Inn of the Swan in the Port District," an awestruck guard replies after watching the two brass dragons take off. "I can take you to him."
Misha enters the Inn of the Swan and looks around. So many people, which one could possibly be Sergeant Sloan? She looks for the most crowded table and takes a deep breath. She clambers up to the table and looks up at everyone who, by now, must be taken aback by the little female gnome who audaciously is now standing in the middle of their table. “I’m looking for a Sergeant Sloane. Are any of you Sergeant Sloane?”
Even though Misha has light brown skin, the folks at the table can see her skin begin to flush from embarrassment at making such an entrance.
"I am Sergeant Sloan," a gruff and burly man in a formal uniform of the Frelian Defense Forces (FDF) shouts from the back of the room. "Who are you disturbing these fine people's meal like that?"
At the Inn of the Swan, a large building made of ornate stone and wood work, Sergeant Sloan confronts a very bold and audacious female gnome as Rhi and Dire enter the restaurant with Joe Smith. Behind them, the half-elf champion Leokoris has just arrived.
Leokoris, above a small door swings a placard with the picture of two beautiful swans, one black and one white, swimming in a pond with lily pads all around them. Below the birds are the words "Swan Inn" in bold, ornate, red lettering. The small door opens to a large room. A tall man in a black suit stares at a huge gray-skinned man (Dire), a bird-man known locally as an akren (Rhi), and a stocky, muscular man who appears to be of the medical profession (Joe) from behind a small lectern on which sits a large book.
"I assume you are all here to see Sergeant Sloan," the man says before looking over his shoulder. "He seems to be a bit busy right now, but I am certain he would be pleased to see you. Follow me right this way."
Joe follows the man in the suit to a crowded table where an audacious young female gnome stands on the white linen table cloth shouting for Sergeant Sloan. From the other side of the table you hear a gruff voice holler, "Ah! Joe Smith! So good to see you. It has been too long."
"Yes, it has," Joe smiles as he moves around the table and grasps the outstretched hand of a soldier in full dress uniform, a navy blue double-breasted wool jacket with brass buttons, white trousers, and shiny black riding boots. "What is going on here?"
"I'm not sure," Sergeant Sloan replies. "I was sitting at the back table waiting for new recruits and volunteers when this little woman burst in here, climbed on this crowded table and started shouting for me."
"Ah, I see," Joe responded. "Excuse me, little lady," he says holding his hand out to Misha. "If you would kindly come down off that table and out of the midst of these wonderful people's elegant dinner, I'm sure Sergeant Sloan and I can help you."
Misha is embarrassed and climbs down off the table apologizing the entire time, “Sorry, excuse me. I apologize. Enjoy your meals. Excuse me, my that looks yummy, sorry, sorry.”
When she gets to the floor she smooths out her dress and brushes the hair out of her eyes and follows Joe to Sergeant Sloan. Misha looks up to him and gives a cheesy, embarrassed grin. “I-I am sorry, mister. I was told I could find you here, but did not know who to look for. I want to help, if you’ll have me.”
"I'm not sure what a little thing like you can do against a hoard of goblins," Sergeant Sloan replies to Misha, "but you've got gumption. Come back here and we'll talk about it. Joe, I assume you and your friends have news from Daruinjak?"
"Yes," Joe says to Sergeant Sloan. "Over half of the Goblinoid Army headed this way about three days ago. The people of Daruinjak are safe for now thanks to the twins, but most of the rest of the army is still on its way. I estimate about seventy-five to eighty thousand troops."
"Holy Omne, save us," Sergeant Sloan says when the enormity of their situation hits him. "How did Daruinjak survive?"
"Well, for one thing," Joe responds, "the army didn't see them as much of a threat; so, they only sent a few centuries against us. Also, we had some stalwart defenders like Dire and Rhi here to help in our defense. I'll let them tell you more." Joe turns to Rhi and Dire.
The soldier walks up, armour clinking underneath her cloak in the still silent common room, scars evident on her face...Leokoris reporting as ordered, Sergeant
"Welcome, Leokoris," Sergeant Sloan replies. "Have a seat while we hear what these two," he indicates Rhi and Dire, "have to tell us about the enemy we face."
From a back table in the common room of the inn, a stocky young dwarf, about 4' 4", and 200 lb, rises and approaches Sgt. Sloan and his group. His hair and beard are red, and his skin ruddy. His bulbous nose makes his dark eyes look squinty. His beard is braided with silver bands engraved with tiny crescent moons. He wears heavy armor under his priestly robes, which are a shimmering white color, and seem to repel all dirt and stains.
"Me name's Skorli," he says. "I'm wantin' to do me part to defend this here town, and run them durn goblins back to where they come from."
Sitting at a nearby and overhearing the commotion, a large half-orc finishes drinking what was in his mug, slams the mug down only to find out that no one heard him. He then stands up showing all of his 6’ 8” frame with hair on his head that is a pitch black and held back in a tight bun. His skin looks beat up with marks of battle and there is a scar across his bottom right eye. He starts to walk towards the group that he overheard talking about defending the town. Right before Xienuty (pronounced zee-i-noot-ee) is a few feet from the table he asks in a calm voice “Is there any chance I could get in on the action as well? The names Xienuty.”
He then realizes that a conversation was happening and he interrupted and his eyes get wide with embarrassment. “Oh dear, i am so sorry about that! I’ll…uh…shut up now…” he says with his face turning somewhat red from the embarrassment.
A pale elf, about 6 foot even stands up and walks over to the table from the other side of the room. He is wearing an antique set of chain mail and has a shield strapped to his back. His white hair is curly and cut short. He is skinny and has a scar across one of his palms. He stands off to the side next to Xienuty and introduces himself. "I'm Waltz. Are you here to fight the goblins as well?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Rhi waits for the silence that always comes and bows to the Sergeant. "Yes sir we were nearly overrun, but the dragons saved us. We fought hard, but unfortunately many dwarves and allies died."
Without skipping a beat, she pulls a small bit of fleece from a pouch hanging on her belt. Misha rolls the fleece between her two index fingers and stretches them apart, the fleece glows silver as she traces the outline of a box which settles on the table and it continues to take shape into a small, ornate chest with an apparent lock on it, metal bands riveted along the wooden structure. “This is just a small sample of things I can do to help. I can create other illusions and bring other talents as well.”
The illusion disappears as the Half-Orc, Dwarf, Human and Elf approach the table. Misha moves her black hair, highlighted with rust-colored streaks, out of her face and tightens the pony tail, high up on her head. “Oh my! Hello! My name is Misha! Misha Hairknot!” and she repositions herself on the table Sergeant Sloan is at to make space for the others.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Leokoris pauses and sets her gear down, also hanging her shield on the wall, intrigued by this assemblage of civilians who looked more like veterans. 8 dark ales, Sergeant? while we talk things over...
She moves to the bar, fetches the ale along with 4 meat stews and 4 veggie stews, leaving 2gp, bringing them over and setting them on the table...Help yourselves, folks
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Misha enters the Inn of the Swan and looks around. So many people, which one could possibly be Sergeant Sloan? She looks for the most crowded table and takes a deep breath. She clambers up to the table and looks up at everyone who, by now, must be taken aback by the little female gnome who audaciously is now standing in the middle of their table. “I’m looking for a Sergeant Sloane. Are any of you Sergeant Sloane?”
Even though Misha has light brown skin, the folks at the table can see her skin begin to flush from embarrassment at making such an entrance.
Rhi looks at Joe and says, "I have not ridden a dragon before, when I was young the evil white dragons would hunt my kind, so I have had a bit of paranoia. But if I am needed, my monk discipline will allow me to ride such a beast." Rhi flaps his wings and alights atop the back of the dragon, wrapping his talons into the provided leather straps. The powerful dragon flaps its giant wings and takes off in a flurry of dust. The skies are comforting to Rhi and he is able to relax despite his proximity to the dragon. He takes deep breaths and notices how the dragon expertly navigates the updrafts in order to be efficient in his flying. After many hours, they finally land, and Rhi glides to the ground. He quickly bows to the dragon and gives his thanks before looking for the FDF office. The dragon landing zone was fortunately very close, so Rhi only needed to ask a few citizens for directions.
He pushes open the door to the office, walks up to the attendant desk and asks, "Where is Sergeant Sloane? I have dire news about an impending goblin invasion."
Dire says “No, but we must get there by the fastest means possible “
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With a sigh Leokoris tugs on her braid and starts walking to the Inn of the Swan, that being as good a place as any to start searching for her squad leader..
"Well, right this way," Joe says with a smile as a second brass dragon lands near the gate. Rhi takes off on his dragon while Joe helps dire onto the back of the other dragon. Soon they are off to Freeport. They land in a large park near the center of the city and go to the nearby FDF office.
"Sergeant Sloan is at the Inn of the Swan in the Port District," an awestruck guard replies after watching the two brass dragons take off. "I can take you to him."
Meanwhile, at the Inn:
"I am Sergeant Sloan," a gruff and burly man in a formal uniform of the Frelian Defense Forces (FDF) shouts from the back of the room. "Who are you disturbing these fine people's meal like that?"
Okay. Here is the scene:
At the Inn of the Swan, a large building made of ornate stone and wood work, Sergeant Sloan confronts a very bold and audacious female gnome as Rhi and Dire enter the restaurant with Joe Smith. Behind them, the half-elf champion Leokoris has just arrived.
Leokoris, above a small door swings a placard with the picture of two beautiful swans, one black and one white, swimming in a pond with lily pads all around them. Below the birds are the words "Swan Inn" in bold, ornate, red lettering. The small door opens to a large room. A tall man in a black suit stares at a huge gray-skinned man (Dire), a bird-man known locally as an akren (Rhi), and a stocky, muscular man who appears to be of the medical profession (Joe) from behind a small lectern on which sits a large book.
"I assume you are all here to see Sergeant Sloan," the man says before looking over his shoulder. "He seems to be a bit busy right now, but I am certain he would be pleased to see you. Follow me right this way."
Rhi scans the room, but follows Joe nonetheless. Trusting his compatriot as they have been in battle together and Rhi trusts his judgement.
Joe follows the man in the suit to a crowded table where an audacious young female gnome stands on the white linen table cloth shouting for Sergeant Sloan. From the other side of the table you hear a gruff voice holler, "Ah! Joe Smith! So good to see you. It has been too long."
"Yes, it has," Joe smiles as he moves around the table and grasps the outstretched hand of a soldier in full dress uniform, a navy blue double-breasted wool jacket with brass buttons, white trousers, and shiny black riding boots. "What is going on here?"
"I'm not sure," Sergeant Sloan replies. "I was sitting at the back table waiting for new recruits and volunteers when this little woman burst in here, climbed on this crowded table and started shouting for me."
"Ah, I see," Joe responded. "Excuse me, little lady," he says holding his hand out to Misha. "If you would kindly come down off that table and out of the midst of these wonderful people's elegant dinner, I'm sure Sergeant Sloan and I can help you."
Misha is embarrassed and climbs down off the table apologizing the entire time, “Sorry, excuse me. I apologize. Enjoy your meals. Excuse me, my that looks yummy, sorry, sorry.”
When she gets to the floor she smooths out her dress and brushes the hair out of her eyes and follows Joe to Sergeant Sloan. Misha looks up to him and gives a cheesy, embarrassed grin. “I-I am sorry, mister. I was told I could find you here, but did not know who to look for. I want to help, if you’ll have me.”
"I'm not sure what a little thing like you can do against a hoard of goblins," Sergeant Sloan replies to Misha, "but you've got gumption. Come back here and we'll talk about it. Joe, I assume you and your friends have news from Daruinjak?"
"Yes," Joe says to Sergeant Sloan. "Over half of the Goblinoid Army headed this way about three days ago. The people of Daruinjak are safe for now thanks to the twins, but most of the rest of the army is still on its way. I estimate about seventy-five to eighty thousand troops."
"Holy Omne, save us," Sergeant Sloan says when the enormity of their situation hits him. "How did Daruinjak survive?"
"Well, for one thing," Joe responds, "the army didn't see them as much of a threat; so, they only sent a few centuries against us. Also, we had some stalwart defenders like Dire and Rhi here to help in our defense. I'll let them tell you more." Joe turns to Rhi and Dire.
The soldier walks up, armour clinking underneath her cloak in the still silent common room, scars evident on her face...Leokoris reporting as ordered, Sergeant
"Welcome, Leokoris," Sergeant Sloan replies. "Have a seat while we hear what these two," he indicates Rhi and Dire, "have to tell us about the enemy we face."
From a back table in the common room of the inn, a stocky young dwarf, about 4' 4", and 200 lb, rises and approaches Sgt. Sloan and his group. His hair and beard are red, and his skin ruddy. His bulbous nose makes his dark eyes look squinty. His beard is braided with silver bands engraved with tiny crescent moons. He wears heavy armor under his priestly robes, which are a shimmering white color, and seem to repel all dirt and stains.
"Me name's Skorli," he says. "I'm wantin' to do me part to defend this here town, and run them durn goblins back to where they come from."
Sitting at a nearby and overhearing the commotion, a large half-orc finishes drinking what was in his mug, slams the mug down only to find out that no one heard him. He then stands up showing all of his 6’ 8” frame with hair on his head that is a pitch black and held back in a tight bun. His skin looks beat up with marks of battle and there is a scar across his bottom right eye. He starts to walk towards the group that he overheard talking about defending the town. Right before Xienuty (pronounced zee-i-noot-ee) is a few feet from the table he asks in a calm voice “Is there any chance I could get in on the action as well? The names Xienuty.”
He then realizes that a conversation was happening and he interrupted and his eyes get wide with embarrassment. “Oh dear, i am so sorry about that! I’ll…uh…shut up now…” he says with his face turning somewhat red from the embarrassment.
A pale elf, about 6 foot even stands up and walks over to the table from the other side of the room. He is wearing an antique set of chain mail and has a shield strapped to his back. His white hair is curly and cut short. He is skinny and has a scar across one of his palms. He stands off to the side next to Xienuty and introduces himself. "I'm Waltz. Are you here to fight the goblins as well?"
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Rhi waits for the silence that always comes and bows to the Sergeant. "Yes sir we were nearly overrun, but the dragons saved us. We fought hard, but unfortunately many dwarves and allies died."
Without skipping a beat, she pulls a small bit of fleece from a pouch hanging on her belt. Misha rolls the fleece between her two index fingers and stretches them apart, the fleece glows silver as she traces the outline of a box which settles on the table and it continues to take shape into a small, ornate chest with an apparent lock on it, metal bands riveted along the wooden structure. “This is just a small sample of things I can do to help. I can create other illusions and bring other talents as well.”
The illusion disappears as the Half-Orc, Dwarf, Human and Elf approach the table. Misha moves her black hair, highlighted with rust-colored streaks, out of her face and tightens the pony tail, high up on her head. “Oh my! Hello! My name is Misha! Misha Hairknot!” and she repositions herself on the table Sergeant Sloan is at to make space for the others.
Waltz takes a seat and hangs his shield over the seat so he can sit more comfortably. He looks extremely tired, but still tries to smile.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Misha notices Waltz and moves over, curiously. “I can’t help but notice that you seem a bit tired. Long travel?”
Leokoris pauses and sets her gear down, also hanging her shield on the wall, intrigued by this assemblage of civilians who looked more like veterans. 8 dark ales, Sergeant? while we talk things over...
She moves to the bar, fetches the ale along with 4 meat stews and 4 veggie stews, leaving 2gp, bringing them over and setting them on the table...Help yourselves, folks