On the continent of Northmorrah, sits the city of Marblestead a prosperous white and gold city which, along with its surrounding areas, is governed by an uneasy alliance of several factions, each of which has a seat (or influence over a seat) on the High Council. Recently there has been a lot of pressure on the High council, between natural disasters, roving cults in the wilderness, political subterfuge and each faction vying for more power, the High council are facing harder and more complex decisions, and are becoming increasingly aggressive toward one another.
An autumnal day dawns over Marblestead, making the city of white homes, mansions and business all gilded in gold and blue accents gleam in the new day light. The people busy themselves with their day to day lives, each either moderately prospering under a guild or faction that has a hand in running the city, or struggling to independently scrounge up enough to just get by. For five unsuspecting citizens, their lives are about to change. Through various links, relationships and challenges they find themselves picked out from the masses by the members of the High Council, they each make their way, following along with their powerful benefactors, in carriages and on horseback, to the council district, an opulent gated district sitting just underneath the treasury district which floats over the north side of this city.
The sight is a grand one to be sure, as many of these five will have never set foot into regal governmental buildings before, but as they pass through the gates and find themselves before a massive domed building they are each individually taken in and brought deep into the building to a well lit circular council chamber. The chamber is large, the shape of it providing reverberating echoes of foot on flagstone, the portrait lined walls are set far back from a teardrop shaped stone table in the middle of this chamber space. Standing next to a high backed chair at the point of the teardrop is a Tortle man, his shell deftly and artistically painted with the crest of the Marble Legion, his aged face wise and wrinkles, he squints over the attending council members and their champions. "If we are all in attendance then we shall begin." his voice gravelly and fried from years of communication and judgement, it pierces the solemn traditional silence of these kinds of mundane congregation. The Tortle sits, and once he is seated so does everyone else in attendance, each of the five High Council members an equal distance apart around the curve of the teardrop.
"I see no one found trouble picking out their champions! it's all very exciting!" a human man in plain clerical robes chirps up, smiling from ear to ear, the happy man wears short blond hair and round glasses. He has a scar on his left cheek starting just under the middle of the eye and extending to just below the ear, widening as it does. this is the face of Preist Holm, High priest of the clerical Order of Hermes, the Qui Arbitranur, healers in both the physical and social aspects of ones life, both in the city and out in the world. the clerics under Priest Holm are known for their fair and unbiased mediation practices, "I'm happy my suggestion Is proving so fruitful!".
There is a general unease as the statement settles, "fruitful? That remains to be seen" the smooth dulcet tones of Lord Unvale Hemiran, intimidating looking, red skinned Tiefling, retorts, "there's a good reason as to why this collection of champions is being kept secret for now, I know what it takes to be a true adventuring party and if this group fails, it could spell disaster for our public image, absolute humiliation, which could lead to more unrest." Lord Unvale Hemiran, clad in fine yet practical suit with accents of leather and armour concealed beneath his outerwear, he is the leader of four retired adventurers who upon their hanging up if the blade and sword, decided to dedicate their expertise to the city, opening and later expanding a school, adventuring guild, and a magic item collection and registration monopoly.
"We already know this, we went through the risks last meet! what are ye expositin' fer? do ye really have that little faith in yer pick? I fer one think we're bein' too careful, As the Priest here would say have a lil faith!" a ruddy faced halfling, too large to be an actual halfling but with all the right features to make one highly unsure speaks out, his common folk dialect a piercing contrast to every other speaker in this room. Jimmy Connelly smiles a crooked smile, his chestnut tousled curly hair and his tailored but rumpled clothing all made him the spitting image of what his people want from him. It takes Jimmy Connelly a lot of work to look so perfectly imperfect, and his visage screams of the Workers Faction of Marblestead of which he represents. The WFM have fought tooth and nail for decades for a seat on the council, only after crippling the entire city through strikes was their dream realised in comparatively recent times.
"I'd say most of us do have faith in our picks, Hemiran even brought a dog.. ahem" this odd observation comes from a man of modest demeanour. His head shaved, his clothes white and formal, though seemingly made of the finest cloth. The facial features of this gentleman seemed hard yet guileless. Vance Meldane is the leader of the Jasmina Free-Associates, a high end luxury merchantile guild, their dealings in the entertainment and expensive items both consumable and non, were unparalleled.
There is a snort of amused derision from the final member of the High council, Sergor Hamilton, Leader of the treasury, descended from his floating fortress to come slum it with the other council members, It was clear from his closed off body language that he loathed being here, but the smile on his face showed that he was at least somewhat amused at the petty squabbling. The slender and aged Elf had long blond locks. He squints his small, but sharp looking eyes that are accentuated by his sharp nose. He clasps his chin, lazily leaning forward, like a snake relaxing from its striking pose. As he moves the multitude of silvered and gold rings, bracelets and necklaces that he wears gently chime together. He wears an almost silver coloured robe, though darker than that, with navy markings on it. Everything shows wealth, more wealth than anyone else in the room is willing to show.
"Very well, we should get on with the Presentation, then we can quickly move on to the information for the first task and send our experimental new group on their way, Agreed?" the Tortle resumes charge of the meeting and is met with a murmur of agreement from the council. "then we shall begin, champions, please state your name and relevant skills you will be bringing to the party..."
The gray-skinned, tall and slender elf stands behind Sergor looking at everyone gathered. Her eyes are black as night, as well as her hair that hangs thick and halfway down her back. She wears a completely black monks robe, cinched at the waist with soft soled shoes that make her movements almost silent. She has a tattoo across her collarbone, as well as another on her left forearm, filled with claw-like forms and jagged edges. Her dark red lips carry a slight smile as she listens to the back and forth of the council and carries what appears to be a black pole with dual thin gold rings around each end.
She clears her throat, "My name is Elthana. As for my relevant skills? I uh,"she briefly looks at Sergor uncertain how to answer this, "do what needs to be done." she pauses briefly, knowing this will not be enough to please the council, "I hunt in the shadows, quietly, deftly, swiftly."
This is the first word out of Vin's mouth as the young man is allowed into the governmental area of the city. The first time for the half-elf as they are brought before the large domed building that houses the council. The most powerful people in Marblestead are all in there and Vin gets to meet them all! With a black leather outfit on and messy black curled hair that bounces as they walk Vin seems to act almost like a tourist more then the adventurer they are. The pale white skin and brown eyes of the young man show a sign of pure innocence and fascination with the place they find themselves in at this time. A large black dog with red eyes almost as tall as Vin is walking by their side. Easily as big as even a large mastiff the canine seem to slow its pace to match the boy's walking speed and stay side by side to them. As the boy looks around they place a hand on the red eyed hound for guidance. Despite the black as night fur and near glowing red eyes Vin seem comfortable around the dog. Vin say "Nef! Look at that! It's bigger then the academy building!" The dog looks over and then at Vin then back to looking forward. The red eyes seeming to watch everything around the boy. Vin laughs "I'll be fine. Where could be safer then here?" The large dog continues to keep vigil.
The duo enter the main building which Vin finds almost as fascinating as the buildings and sights outside. The beautifully decorated building, completed with painted ceiling, definitely living up to the hype of what Vin expected to see in here. The boy and dog find themselves before council. Several other people having also shown up. Vin seems a bit nervous for sure but puts on a brave face as he stands with the other people that were summoned. As the council leaders begin to talk Vin listens with rapt attention. They want to step up and show these people that Vin and Nef can be counted on. Nef tenses a bit as a jab is made at their expense. Vin places a hand on them and they relax. When introductions are requested Vin looks at Nef suddenly.
Vin takes the initiative as if instructed and tries to make the academy sound good and impress those here. "My name is Vin and this is Nef." Vin motions to the large black dog. "We are graduates of the Cavalcade Academy with a variety of skills and magical talents. Expertly trained by adventurers before us. I specialize in stealth but can also use destructive magic in the evocation school as well as the adaptable magic of conjuration school." Vin seems to wait on baited breath for how the other council members act and tries particularly hard to gauge Lord Hemiran's reaction to the boy's introduction of himself and Nef.
Elthana watches as the boy and the dog make their introductions. What an odd pair, the boy seems and acts very innocently, but that large dog with the red eyes? This should be interesting. When Vin mentions his skills at stealth, Elthana smiles, this will be a good asset to the team, and she wonders about the magic skills he is referring to. And wait, did he say the dog is a graduate as well?
Ebb walks by Holm’s side through the beautiful Alabaster city. The blues and whites put him at ease, but the gold feels like a bit too much for him. The city was so clean and so very rich. He appreciated the artistry and grandeur of the city but it did not appeal to his minimalist sensibilities. Regardless, I enjoyed being there with his mentor and role model as a chosen. They both wear simple robes, however Ebb is more dressed and ready for the road with his scale mail under his toga, well worn boots, a shield with a caduceus standard on the front, a caduceus staff in the other hand, and a hand axe and mace on his right hip. His attire and shield are white and blue. He wears a patsos helmet on his bald green head which pushes his large pointy ears a bit outward on either side. His skin is a strong olive green. His eyes are large, brown, and kind, but seem to see through most people to their core with no judgement. Ebb often has a soft expression with a small smile.
Ebb courteously let’s other speak and actively listens to them, taking in every word and nodding to their introductions. He stands and Salutes with his right hand over his heart, index and middle finger crossed. “I am Ebb of QuAr. I am a Cleric of Hermes and have been told I am the best of Holm’s students. I specialize in non violent conflict resolution and personal development. My meditations are best used to those means and for healings. However, we are also trained in self discipline through the martial as well. I hope to arbitrate the best I can for us and to keep you all well. I look forward to working with you all.” The long eared green man bows then steps back, making room for the next speaker.
Ebb was a bit surprised at his confidence but he knew he couldn’t afford to show any weakness in front of these important people who were placing so much on them.
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He didn't like riding up to the Council District in a carriage like he was some kind of candy-assed fancy afraid of showing his face to the masses. He didn't like being in the Council District itself, everyone knew the only working class types allowed here were the maids and the butlers and the other help that kept the city running but got no respect at all. He didn't like peering out the windows at the fancy houses and buildings, all gleaming and shining and done up fancier than the best the Tangles could offer even on a festival day. He didn't like stepping out of the carriage and turning to the gates, walking through them and finding himself before the massive domed building. He doesn't like it at all as he stands there in his finest - in fact in the Tangles finest - and still looks like the underdressed and unwelcome stepchild.
"Ya sure about this, Jimmy?" he asks in a grumble to the tall Halfing besides him.
Jimmy Connelly flashes one of his smiles and gives him a wink to boot. "It'll be grand, my boy! I get it, I been there... Yer feeling' like a freak form one o'them circuses. Like yer being strutted around for the shock and the pity and all... But ya know me. Ya know I wouldn't do that to ya. We need ya on this Convocation of Champions to represent the Tangles and let the rest o'them know the power of the Workers..."
The Half-Orc grunted and restrained himself from spitting. Seemed like that might be against the law in these parts. Instead he settled for adjusting the raiment that Jimmy had brought along and forced him to put on. Well, forced is a relative term, perhaps...
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When Jimmy Connelly showed up to collect Sam Hall, the large and imposing Half-Orc was already geared up for war. Sam Hall answered the quick knock already decked out in the shiny new mitral splint mail that he had borrowed from the Tangles reserves. It was amongst the most precious item the Tangles owned and it was intended for the defense of the area and it's people. Sam Hall just hoped Jimmy was talking truth when he claimed that was what he was doing...
Jimmy Connelly took a step back and whistled when the door was answered. "Remind me to never make you mad!" he said with a smile and took another long look at Sam Hall - The Worker's Champion. The naturally pale green skinned Half-Orc before him stood nearly seven feet tall and seemed nearly as thick. His heavy brow, broad shoulders and long, thick arms gave him a menacing appearance even when he didn't have his seemingly perpetual snarl or wasn't carrying the huge, heavy black maul he favored as a weapon. The Half-Orc's muscles stood out in a threatening definition despite the man carrying a layer of fat that betrays the fact that he perhaps has more comfort than one would first guess these days. His face and head, though, confirm he has seen his share of fights. Battles. Wars. His head is bald, heavy and scarred, his ears ragged and swollen from too many blows. His eye are sunken but bright, seemingly unmoving yet taking in everything. Nose broad and crooked, lips heavy but not heavy enough to conceal the two large tusks jutting out from his lower jaw just waiting to latch on to a victim to keep them in place. No, Sam Hall was not a beauty... But Jimmy knew he would make a fine champion.
"Beauty!" Jimmy said, contradicting his own thoughts. "Here, put this on," he added and tossed Sam a bundled pack.
Sam Hall slowly unbundled it to find a blue and white tabard trimmed in gold. He cocked an eyebrow at Jimmy but the halfling just nodded brightly. It was sleeveless and fit well over the mitral armor, though Sam worried it would look like his was putting on airs. The wide leather belt held it in place nicely and had several hooks and pouches secured to it for carrying bits and drabs. The cloak was less flashy but did have a heavy black fur mantle and almost seemed cut to size perfectly for him.
"I'm gunna feel like a strumpet," Sam Hall complained.
"Bollocks," Jimmy assured. "You'll fit perfectly and you'll represent us even better."
"Representing us would be wearing my smithy apron and covered in soot and sweat," Sam shot back.
"Fair enough, boyo, but we all like to make an impression and play the part on occasion, no? Did you not dress to the nines to marry Molly?" Jimmy asked.
Sam shot him a look and glowered. The halfling gulped. One really shouldn't mention Molly.... He forgets sometimes.
"Well then, we're off!" Jimmy said after the uncomfortable silence dragged on much too long. Luckily Sam grunted and shrugged.
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The Half-Orc didn't like this one bit. He didn't like sitting at the table. He didn't like listening to the talkers. He didn't like that he still had no clue what was going on. And he most definitely did not like being asked to talk.
Sam Hall was relieved when the tall grey Elf stood up and spoke first. Relieved more that they were brief. Precedent was set on that, at least. This Elthana sounded like they were an assassin. Interesting. Though he was unsure if it was good interesting or bad, as he knew not yet if they'd be fighting together or against one another.
Another dark Elf was next. Well, Half-Elf, Sam corrected in his thoughts. And pallor normal, just also dressed in black. Seems Jimmy missed that memo when he picked out what Sam should wear. The... dog?... was something of a head-scratcher. Sam was unsure if he'd ever seen it's like before. Magic, Sam grumbled in his head. He wasn't thrilled by that. Magic was the upper crusts domain. Sam instinctively distrusted it since there was all but naught of it amongst his people and none much came down to the Tangles to share it for their benefit. Vin and Nef, Sam thought, trying to make the names stick in his head. Nef is the mutt... Right?
Sam was perhaps a little more open to Ebb of QuAr. He had little use for organized religion, mind you, but individual priests and pastors and such tended to be decent enough. Sam still didn't like any of this but of it all, this Ebb seemed like the one he distrusted least.
And with that it seemed like it may be his turn. Sam did his best to not visibly swallow the lump he felt growing in his throat. He reached down next to him, grabbed his maul by the shaft near the head of it, and stood up brandishing the brutal, bruising weapon.
"My name is Sam Hall," he declared to all at the table. "I hit things. Those things break." Sam Hall then releases his grip on his maul. It falls directly down to the floor next to his foot and thuds as if he had dropped an anvil. Sam Hall then bends his head left, then right, stretching it before sitting down with no further comment.
A Tiefling man steps forward from from around Vance Meldane, he wears a very fine, some could even say flashy, outfit that has all the practicality of adventuring gear, leather padding in the necessary spots, extra fabric where one might need to extend, vents, loose pants, but the practicality stops abruptly at the red skinned fellow's deep plunging V neck that shows off most of his muscular torso, as he steps his shock of black hair falls forward smoothly from where it was flopping between his upturned horns, his somewhat strong but pretty face gives off the confidence of someone who is perpetually more relaxed and in control than you could possibly be at any given moment, he takes a breath as he prepares to speak.
The morning had been quite mundane for Gewyn the Melodic, the carriage ride from the 'Perfume district' eastward to the council district had been a fairly usual one, although Gewyn did see the novelty in being summoned in the morning instead of his usual appearances in this kind of area at night, the flashy buildings and shows of decadent wealth were impressive to be sure, but Gewyn was not one to be easily swayed by the shiny displays of insecurity by people with a higher status, yes this journey had been very mundane indeed.
"My name is Gewyn, some people assign me the moniker 'The Melodic' for my charms and good grace I'm sure, I'm primarily an entertainer, but I think this group will find I'm more useful than the average songwrite or circus performer, I'm glad to be aboard and very much look forward to working with you all.." he flashes a winning smile, something charming and boyish in it making even the most hardened person in the room think that Gewyn was the good sort, a trustworthy fellow, if but for a moment. He then steps back letting the speaker take charge once more.
"Thank you one and all for attending this meeting, you all seem very capable folk, I am the speaker of the house and advisor to the High council, Your benefactors. My name is Judge Tibus Leader of the Marbled Legion and now that all of the introductions are out of the way, I know you'll indulge me as I explain to you how we will be progressing" the Tortle shuffles some paper notes as he prepares to explain the whole deal, "as I'm sure you have been made aware, the council have voted on and approved a new task force, namely all of you. The mission of this taskforce is for the general betterment of a united Northmorrah, But what does this mean? You as a united group, will tend to situations that need attention, deemed important by High council vote, these could be small endeavours within the city to large scale events that need ambassadors of the High Council to attend to.
Now, your first mission will take you east, out of the city and to the community of hokum, there are farms there that the city depend upon but they have gone quiet, no deliveries and no word for at least a month, you are to find out what happened and correct it, help out where you can on the way and see to it that you act in the best interests of the High Council and Northmorrah as a whole! It has also been decided that as this is your first mission, and a joint taskforce like this has never been attempted before, that you will operate in secret for now, this first mission will be a test of your efficiency and abilities to work together and complete a mission, this means that you will not be recognised by the people as champions of the High council or given any of the Luxuries that a position such as that would afford, BUT we are nothing if not accommodating, I will personally be sending guard to oversee your transportation, but for the interests of the High council and as I am only an advisory member due to the law, I will not be providing a champion to join your taskforce officially. The treasury has granted a small sum for any expenses that may occur during travels, The Jasmine Free-Associates have provided a Carriage big enough to comfortable suit you all, The WFM has provided enough rations for the travel period, Qui Arbitranur has provided some adventuring necessities, and lastly the Cavalcade has provided you with one Sending stone for the group, this sending stone can send one message a day and will store the message for us here at the high council to listen to as you report back, It is important that you report back to us so we can confer amongst ourselves and advise you all on how to progress, Are we clear?"
Each member of the High Council seems satiated by the explanation, some look smug, some dismissive, and others unreadable.
"Once this mission is complete you should return here to Marblestead to debrief, and if all goes to plan we will announce this taskforce to the world at the winter solstice festivities! Any burning questions so far?"
Vin bounces on their feet a bit as the situation is explained. Obvious pent up energy from all this excitement. TO their credit they don't burst out talking or interrupt Judge Tibus. It all seems to good to be true to the young man. A secret force to help people out? However, we can be announced as a real group of heroes during the winter solstice festival? Vin just needs to prove their worth. They pay close attention as Tibus explains their first mission. It's like a trial for them but it sounds like really important to the kingdom. If the trial is this important what else will they be asked to do after? The blood in Vin's heart pumps faster in excitement and anticipation as the group looks on at the explanation of what they are and what to expect.
Eventually there is a list of things being provided to them for this particular mission. A guide and keeper for them, gold for expenses, a carriage for traveling, food for the journey, and a means of communication to update our progress. Vin nods in confirmation as they clearly say "I understand." There is a variety of looks from the various leaders which Vin could only guess at. He's certainly never heard of a group like this but its all the more exciting because of it. Thoughts of heroism, adventure, and making a name for themselves clear in their mind.
When they are asked if there are any questions at first it seems like Vin doesn't have any but as they look at their dog they suddenly look to Judge Tibus as they raise their hand like they are in class and have a question. It hovers for a moment in the air and then Vin look a bit embarrassed and slowly pulls their hand down trying to pretend they didn't just do that as they ask "I would like to know more about the community of Hokum. What was some of the last things heard from Hokum before you lost contact with them?"
"No deliveries for a month and they're just now worried?" Sam whisper-grumbles to Jimmy. "Did the misses judge want her servants to bake and was finally told the cupboards were bare?"
It was unsurprising but infuriating nonetheless. The shops and the markets in The Tangles had noticed the lack of goods from the east weeks ago but their questions and complaints had fallen on deaf ears. Even those in the neighborhood not worried about the farmers and such out that way were concerned about the lack of deliveries - the scarcity it created made the remaining goods all the more costly and most in The Tangles could barely afford the necessities as it was.
"You say no word," Sam pipes up after the floor is opened up for questions, but after Vin who was apparently eager to chime up. "Have messengers been sent? Seem's all this is a bit much if perhaps they just found a better market for their goods..."
Sam skeptically listens to whatever answer is given and expects it a half truth at best. He looks to Jimmy to see his response and grunts.
At the next opportune time Sam will chime in again. "You say help out where we can... You trusting our judgement on where help is needed and what kind? Or will we be looking to your guide to approve things?" Sam asks, unease and skepticism clear in his voice. Turning to Jimmy he asks "And just how much can we expect the council to have our back if things go sideways? If we're secret and unofficial fixers how does that not make us convenient scapegoats?"
Sam will go, no matter how much he thinks this whole thing smells like a polished turd. But he'll be damned if he smiles and acts like it's a grand plan.
As Vin pipes up with inquisitive vigour, Judge Tibus listens intently, "Ah, Knowledge is preparedness as a Student of the Cavalcade I'm not surprised, Yes Yes, The community of Hokum is large and covers a wide area primarily of farmland, but it is also a forested and mountainous region, We lost contact a month ago and any messengers we sent have not returned, then we sent adventurers..." The Tiefling leader of the Cavalcade straightens up at this point and speaks smoothly, "Seasoned adventurers also ah.. uncommunicative at this point.". "Indeed," the Tortle continues "we hope the issue is something as small as bandits on the road or maybe a monster from the forests that has the community hiding in their homes but we cannot say for sure."
As Sam airs his concerns the Tortle is quick to respond, "Ah umm yes, the likelihood that they have found better offers is slim, Hokum already supplies produce across the continent although they are not our only provider, we are actually pretty self reliant where food is concerned, but they do deliver us some special items. As for the helping out where necessary, you should use your own best judgement, but remember to remain on task for the overall mission, you have been chosen by your individual leaders because they trust you as individuals, It is up to you to show us that we can trust you as a group. I hope you understand"
Vin looks at Sam as they get answers the large man intimidating presence is a bit much for Vin. Bold is a word that comes to mind, Vin would never dare to speak to folks like the council like he is. He does listen as the man gets their answers as well as Vin gets his own answered. At least partially. Nef however, seems to be looking at each of the other people in their group. Looking at each in turn as the red eyes stare at each in turn.
Vin meanwhile is focused on the council and only seems to shift their attention when someone asks a question or speaks. He wants to know more about his fellow adventurers but is afraid the council will get offended if he ignores them in favor of getting to know who he's working with. Four other people, Sam, Gweyn, Ebb and Elthana.
Nef seems to get more restless as the explanation of what has been tried and what has happened continues. The large black dog seemingly switching their stare to the council as they watch them all closely. Vin looks to them and pets their head behind the left ear. Then looks back to the council. Nef still seems to be intent on watching the council.
The boy follows up with a question of "So there was rumors of bandits or monsters before we lost contact? Like, unexplained attacks?" Nef looks to Vin. Vin seems a bit worried as he adds "Oh, also! Would there be any people of interest we should try to find in Hokum?"
"no actual rumours to speak of I'm afraid, at this point we can only guess, the last messages we got were with deliveries and nothing was out of the ordinary, then nothing, we would supply any critical info if we had it, but there's nothing solid to go off right now, there have been rumours for years that strange things lurk in the forest out there but no real sightings or danger has presented itself and so we can only take rumour without evidence as just that, rumour.
You bring up a good question, the leader and our contact out there is a woman by the name of Goldsheaf, she is aged now and may have passed leadership on to her daughter, but as the supply chain had never been disrupted up until now we never had reason to question the leadership over there. Start with Goldsheaf, and failing that find the adventuring party, um.. what were their names?"
Lord Unvale Hemiran speaks once more "the group goes by 'the splitters' most wielded axes of some nature and wore pacthes on their leathers depicting a tree in two pieces" once the Tiefling has finished speaking he looks to Judge Tibus, the Tortle puts his papers away and looks around the room ready to receive any more questions.
"So crops, huh? We get the wheats and grains and fruits and such moving again and all is well?" Sam asks, staring at Judge Tibus. "That's all you need from us... And we find the others, if we can. Help if we see help needed. No other agenda? Nothing you're not telling us?" Sam already knows the only answer he'll believe and knows he won't get it so he sits back, and waits for this charade to be over so they can get on with this farce and find out for themselves what the truth is.
The Tortle frowns, his tone becomes more severe, scolding. "crops and a community likely in danger, the agenda is to help where we can, and once the problem is dealt with everyone will benefit, the community will prosper once more and be paid in kind for their work, if they need aid dealing with the consequences of whatever has befallen them then we will assess the needs at the tim, this has been voted and decided upon by the High Council as a whole. I understand that the frustrations from the workers faction run deep, but this teams goals are for the benefit of all people of Northmorrah, you would do well to remember this"
With a sigh and a glare the Judge Tibus takes a seat once more, Everyone sees Jimmy Connelly lean close to Sam's ear and whisper something unknown.
"With no objections from council members I draw this portion of the meeting to a close, this peacekeeping team are dismissed, there will be a carriage and a team waiting for your arrival outside of this building, thank you all for your time" with a bang Judge Tibus closes his book of notes, loose pages now within and the doors to the chamber open.
During the discussion Elthana, the dark haired elf skulking behind the ever silent Sergor Hamilton, listens intently, her ears seem to prick up with interest at Vin's questions, nodding along affirming some of the same curiosities.
Elthana weighs up each of her new teammates with a studious eye, those who catch her eye feel scrutinised like their presence and observable aptitudes are being detailed and filed away.
At Sam's remarks she raises an eyebrow, maybe impressed at how bold the orc is being, maybe simply surprised at the brash stupidity of such questions in the face of one's betters, no one can tell. However whilst they are on their way out, she does ask the half orc "do you really think this thing is gonna go sideways?".
Gewyn the Melodic, leans on the chair of Vance Meldane, he is listening enough to the back and forth of the group and the Tortle, as to not call into question his seriousness in the face of the task, but also not listening enough to seem overly keen or invested.
His smile never leaves his face, but flicks subtly between a practiced showman's smile and general amusement of the situation, he never stops being warm and friendly in his mannerisms and says nothing of the task, no questions, just a confidence in his own abilities to overcome whatever the High council may have in store for the group, he remains unshatteringly cool.
...on their way out, Elthana does ask the half orc "do you really think this thing is gonna go sideways?".
"Doesn't everything. Always?" Sam growls in answer. "Every brawler goes into a fight with a plan. That plan tends to fall to pieces immediately upon them being punched in the face. The same holds true upwards, I imagine."
Sam takes a moment to look over Elthana a second time. He had assessed her an assassin based on her first comments to the council and getting a look at her didn't entirely dissuade him of that opinion. Her overall appearance, the tattoos, the robes... But then again she carried a staff instead of something deadlier. A deception, perhaps? Sam grunts and shrugs and allows himself to be otherwise lead out with the others.
The group are led out, for better or worse, out of the Council chambers and then out of the cathedral like building and into the fresh cold air of the autumnal morning. Their footsteps tap and clack off the polished marble steps as they descend to be met with their carriage for the upcoming journey.
The carriage itself is large, large enough to comfortably fit six sitting inside, and maybe one or two laid on the floor, Its practicality outweighs its sense of luxury by a long shot, which was something surprising if it really had been donated by the Jasmina Free-Assosciates. One level above 'tarp covered delivery wagon', If anyone was truly honest with themselves, but at least this thing was entirely enclosed with wooden sides a roof and a door to open and close, even if it was on the rear, yes this would keep the rains out and the warmth in if needed. The carriage itself is flanked by two members of the Marbled Legion, one older and sour-faced, apparently already fed up and pissed off with his task, the second more round-faced and youthful, these city guard usually wear heavy white stained plated armour with large pauldrons covering the shoulder of their dominant weapon swinging hands, these Guards however were unsubtly and absolutely no different. The older man holds a coin purse loosely in his hand as he waits and the younger boy finishes loading in a crate with supplies, he then gives a smiling wave to the group, before the old guy sighs. "I hear we're to take you through to Hokum, the whole journey will take about a week if we push them hard" the older guard thumbs back toward the horses, as he grumbles out his words.
Vin looks over at the other four as they make their way to the carriage. A bit concerned there isn't a lot of information but also seems excited. The young man begins to walk quickly to keep up with the strides of the big man called Sam Hall and listens to him and Elthana talk. The black dog shadowing the boy in perfect step to keep pace with them. Vin thinks; There seems to be so much doom and gloom about this mission before it even begins. The bright eyed boy says "Isn't that why its always good to have a backup plan, I'm really excited for this. We get to make a big difference and help people! We might even become heroes. I'm not much of a brawler though. You look really strong, have you been in a lot of fights? I bet you won them if you were." The boy just looks up at the big man with curiosity in their eyes as they wait for a response.
They make their way to the carriage and Vin finds a pair of guards. One seems closer to his age and the other an older guard that's obviously been doing this for a long time. As the younger guard waves Vin waves back with a smile of their own and greets the young guard, "Hello there! Are you coming along for the ride too or just loading the cart?" Vin pivots to include the old guard in their greeting as well. "Is it both of you coming with? We very much appreciate your help." Vin directs his thanks towards the older guard with a polite bow. Vin noticing that guard seems a bit upset already. Vin doesn't know why but that's all the more reason to be kind to them. After the older guard tells them they are taking the group to Hokum Vin says "Yes, we are going to Hokum. Thank you for taking the time to transport us. I'm sure you wanted to do more then that. I appreciate you doing this for us instead." Vin seems to really mean it as they try to validate their feelings of being reduced to transport duty instead of something they feel is more important.
On the continent of Northmorrah, sits the city of Marblestead a prosperous white and gold city which, along with its surrounding areas, is governed by an uneasy alliance of several factions, each of which has a seat (or influence over a seat) on the High Council. Recently there has been a lot of pressure on the High council, between natural disasters, roving cults in the wilderness, political subterfuge and each faction vying for more power, the High council are facing harder and more complex decisions, and are becoming increasingly aggressive toward one another.
An autumnal day dawns over Marblestead, making the city of white homes, mansions and business all gilded in gold and blue accents gleam in the new day light.
The people busy themselves with their day to day lives, each either moderately prospering under a guild or faction that has a hand in running the city, or struggling to independently scrounge up enough to just get by.
For five unsuspecting citizens, their lives are about to change. Through various links, relationships and challenges they find themselves picked out from the masses by the members of the High Council, they each make their way, following along with their powerful benefactors, in carriages and on horseback, to the council district, an opulent gated district sitting just underneath the treasury district which floats over the north side of this city.
The sight is a grand one to be sure, as many of these five will have never set foot into regal governmental buildings before, but as they pass through the gates and find themselves before a massive domed building they are each individually taken in and brought deep into the building to a well lit circular council chamber.
The chamber is large, the shape of it providing reverberating echoes of foot on flagstone, the portrait lined walls are set far back from a teardrop shaped stone table in the middle of this chamber space. Standing next to a high backed chair at the point of the teardrop is a Tortle man, his shell deftly and artistically painted with the crest of the Marble Legion, his aged face wise and wrinkles, he squints over the attending council members and their champions. "If we are all in attendance then we shall begin." his voice gravelly and fried from years of communication and judgement, it pierces the solemn traditional silence of these kinds of mundane congregation. The Tortle sits, and once he is seated so does everyone else in attendance, each of the five High Council members an equal distance apart around the curve of the teardrop.
"I see no one found trouble picking out their champions! it's all very exciting!" a human man in plain clerical robes chirps up, smiling from ear to ear, the happy man wears short blond hair and round glasses. He has a scar on his left cheek starting just under the middle of the eye and extending to just below the ear, widening as it does. this is the face of Preist Holm, High priest of the clerical Order of Hermes, the Qui Arbitranur, healers in both the physical and social aspects of ones life, both in the city and out in the world. the clerics under Priest Holm are known for their fair and unbiased mediation practices, "I'm happy my suggestion Is proving so fruitful!".
There is a general unease as the statement settles, "fruitful? That remains to be seen" the smooth dulcet tones of Lord Unvale Hemiran, intimidating looking, red skinned Tiefling, retorts, "there's a good reason as to why this collection of champions is being kept secret for now, I know what it takes to be a true adventuring party and if this group fails, it could spell disaster for our public image, absolute humiliation, which could lead to more unrest." Lord Unvale Hemiran, clad in fine yet practical suit with accents of leather and armour concealed beneath his outerwear, he is the leader of four retired adventurers who upon their hanging up if the blade and sword, decided to dedicate their expertise to the city, opening and later expanding a school, adventuring guild, and a magic item collection and registration monopoly.
"We already know this, we went through the risks last meet! what are ye expositin' fer? do ye really have that little faith in yer pick? I fer one think we're bein' too careful, As the Priest here would say have a lil faith!" a ruddy faced halfling, too large to be an actual halfling but with all the right features to make one highly unsure speaks out, his common folk dialect a piercing contrast to every other speaker in this room. Jimmy Connelly smiles a crooked smile, his chestnut tousled curly hair and his tailored but rumpled clothing all made him the spitting image of what his people want from him. It takes Jimmy Connelly a lot of work to look so perfectly imperfect, and his visage screams of the Workers Faction of Marblestead of which he represents. The WFM have fought tooth and nail for decades for a seat on the council, only after crippling the entire city through strikes was their dream realised in comparatively recent times.
"I'd say most of us do have faith in our picks, Hemiran even brought a dog.. ahem" this odd observation comes from a man of modest demeanour. His head shaved, his clothes white and formal, though seemingly made of the finest cloth. The facial features of this gentleman seemed hard yet guileless. Vance Meldane is the leader of the Jasmina Free-Associates, a high end luxury merchantile guild, their dealings in the entertainment and expensive items both consumable and non, were unparalleled.
There is a snort of amused derision from the final member of the High council, Sergor Hamilton, Leader of the treasury, descended from his floating fortress to come slum it with the other council members, It was clear from his closed off body language that he loathed being here, but the smile on his face showed that he was at least somewhat amused at the petty squabbling. The slender and aged Elf had long blond locks. He squints his small, but sharp looking eyes that are accentuated by his sharp nose. He clasps his chin, lazily leaning forward, like a snake relaxing from its striking pose. As he moves the multitude of silvered and gold rings, bracelets and necklaces that he wears gently chime together. He wears an almost silver coloured robe, though darker than that, with navy markings on it. Everything shows wealth, more wealth than anyone else in the room is willing to show.
"Very well, we should get on with the Presentation, then we can quickly move on to the information for the first task and send our experimental new group on their way, Agreed?" the Tortle resumes charge of the meeting and is met with a murmur of agreement from the council. "then we shall begin, champions, please state your name and relevant skills you will be bringing to the party..."
The gray-skinned, tall and slender elf stands behind Sergor looking at everyone gathered. Her eyes are black as night, as well as her hair that hangs thick and halfway down her back. She wears a completely black monks robe, cinched at the waist with soft soled shoes that make her movements almost silent. She has a tattoo across her collarbone, as well as another on her left forearm, filled with claw-like forms and jagged edges. Her dark red lips carry a slight smile as she listens to the back and forth of the council and carries what appears to be a black pole with dual thin gold rings around each end.
She clears her throat, "My name is Elthana. As for my relevant skills? I uh," she briefly looks at Sergor uncertain how to answer this, "do what needs to be done." she pauses briefly, knowing this will not be enough to please the council, "I hunt in the shadows, quietly, deftly, swiftly."
"Wow!"
This is the first word out of Vin's mouth as the young man is allowed into the governmental area of the city. The first time for the half-elf as they are brought before the large domed building that houses the council. The most powerful people in Marblestead are all in there and Vin gets to meet them all! With a black leather outfit on and messy black curled hair that bounces as they walk Vin seems to act almost like a tourist more then the adventurer they are. The pale white skin and brown eyes of the young man show a sign of pure innocence and fascination with the place they find themselves in at this time. A large black dog with red eyes almost as tall as Vin is walking by their side. Easily as big as even a large mastiff the canine seem to slow its pace to match the boy's walking speed and stay side by side to them. As the boy looks around they place a hand on the red eyed hound for guidance. Despite the black as night fur and near glowing red eyes Vin seem comfortable around the dog. Vin say "Nef! Look at that! It's bigger then the academy building!" The dog looks over and then at Vin then back to looking forward. The red eyes seeming to watch everything around the boy. Vin laughs "I'll be fine. Where could be safer then here?" The large dog continues to keep vigil.
The duo enter the main building which Vin finds almost as fascinating as the buildings and sights outside. The beautifully decorated building, completed with painted ceiling, definitely living up to the hype of what Vin expected to see in here. The boy and dog find themselves before council. Several other people having also shown up. Vin seems a bit nervous for sure but puts on a brave face as he stands with the other people that were summoned. As the council leaders begin to talk Vin listens with rapt attention. They want to step up and show these people that Vin and Nef can be counted on. Nef tenses a bit as a jab is made at their expense. Vin places a hand on them and they relax. When introductions are requested Vin looks at Nef suddenly.
Vin takes the initiative as if instructed and tries to make the academy sound good and impress those here. "My name is Vin and this is Nef." Vin motions to the large black dog. "We are graduates of the Cavalcade Academy with a variety of skills and magical talents. Expertly trained by adventurers before us. I specialize in stealth but can also use destructive magic in the evocation school as well as the adaptable magic of conjuration school." Vin seems to wait on baited breath for how the other council members act and tries particularly hard to gauge Lord Hemiran's reaction to the boy's introduction of himself and Nef.
Elthana watches as the boy and the dog make their introductions. What an odd pair, the boy seems and acts very innocently, but that large dog with the red eyes? This should be interesting. When Vin mentions his skills at stealth, Elthana smiles, this will be a good asset to the team, and she wonders about the magic skills he is referring to. And wait, did he say the dog is a graduate as well?
Ebb walks by Holm’s side through the beautiful Alabaster city. The blues and whites put him at ease, but the gold feels like a bit too much for him. The city was so clean and so very rich. He appreciated the artistry and grandeur of the city but it did not appeal to his minimalist sensibilities. Regardless, I enjoyed being there with his mentor and role model as a chosen. They both wear simple robes, however Ebb is more dressed and ready for the road with his scale mail under his toga, well worn boots, a shield with a caduceus standard on the front, a caduceus staff in the other hand, and a hand axe and mace on his right hip. His attire and shield are white and blue. He wears a patsos helmet on his bald green head which pushes his large pointy ears a bit outward on either side. His skin is a strong olive green. His eyes are large, brown, and kind, but seem to see through most people to their core with no judgement. Ebb often has a soft expression with a small smile.
Ebb courteously let’s other speak and actively listens to them, taking in every word and nodding to their introductions. He stands and Salutes with his right hand over his heart, index and middle finger crossed. “I am Ebb of QuAr. I am a Cleric of Hermes and have been told I am the best of Holm’s students. I specialize in non violent conflict resolution and personal development. My meditations are best used to those means and for healings. However, we are also trained in self discipline through the martial as well. I hope to arbitrate the best I can for us and to keep you all well. I look forward to working with you all.” The long eared green man bows then steps back, making room for the next speaker.
Ebb was a bit surprised at his confidence but he knew he couldn’t afford to show any weakness in front of these important people who were placing so much on them.
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-The White Crow-
The Half-Orc didn't like this one bit.
He didn't like riding up to the Council District in a carriage like he was some kind of candy-assed fancy afraid of showing his face to the masses. He didn't like being in the Council District itself, everyone knew the only working class types allowed here were the maids and the butlers and the other help that kept the city running but got no respect at all. He didn't like peering out the windows at the fancy houses and buildings, all gleaming and shining and done up fancier than the best the Tangles could offer even on a festival day. He didn't like stepping out of the carriage and turning to the gates, walking through them and finding himself before the massive domed building. He doesn't like it at all as he stands there in his finest - in fact in the Tangles finest - and still looks like the underdressed and unwelcome stepchild.
"Ya sure about this, Jimmy?" he asks in a grumble to the tall Halfing besides him.
Jimmy Connelly flashes one of his smiles and gives him a wink to boot. "It'll be grand, my boy! I get it, I been there... Yer feeling' like a freak form one o'them circuses. Like yer being strutted around for the shock and the pity and all... But ya know me. Ya know I wouldn't do that to ya. We need ya on this Convocation of Champions to represent the Tangles and let the rest o'them know the power of the Workers..."
The Half-Orc grunted and restrained himself from spitting. Seemed like that might be against the law in these parts. Instead he settled for adjusting the raiment that Jimmy had brought along and forced him to put on. Well, forced is a relative term, perhaps...
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When Jimmy Connelly showed up to collect Sam Hall, the large and imposing Half-Orc was already geared up for war. Sam Hall answered the quick knock already decked out in the shiny new mitral splint mail that he had borrowed from the Tangles reserves. It was amongst the most precious item the Tangles owned and it was intended for the defense of the area and it's people. Sam Hall just hoped Jimmy was talking truth when he claimed that was what he was doing...
Jimmy Connelly took a step back and whistled when the door was answered. "Remind me to never make you mad!" he said with a smile and took another long look at Sam Hall - The Worker's Champion. The naturally pale green skinned Half-Orc before him stood nearly seven feet tall and seemed nearly as thick. His heavy brow, broad shoulders and long, thick arms gave him a menacing appearance even when he didn't have his seemingly perpetual snarl or wasn't carrying the huge, heavy black maul he favored as a weapon. The Half-Orc's muscles stood out in a threatening definition despite the man carrying a layer of fat that betrays the fact that he perhaps has more comfort than one would first guess these days. His face and head, though, confirm he has seen his share of fights. Battles. Wars. His head is bald, heavy and scarred, his ears ragged and swollen from too many blows. His eye are sunken but bright, seemingly unmoving yet taking in everything. Nose broad and crooked, lips heavy but not heavy enough to conceal the two large tusks jutting out from his lower jaw just waiting to latch on to a victim to keep them in place. No, Sam Hall was not a beauty... But Jimmy knew he would make a fine champion.
"Beauty!" Jimmy said, contradicting his own thoughts. "Here, put this on," he added and tossed Sam a bundled pack.
Sam Hall slowly unbundled it to find a blue and white tabard trimmed in gold. He cocked an eyebrow at Jimmy but the halfling just nodded brightly. It was sleeveless and fit well over the mitral armor, though Sam worried it would look like his was putting on airs. The wide leather belt held it in place nicely and had several hooks and pouches secured to it for carrying bits and drabs. The cloak was less flashy but did have a heavy black fur mantle and almost seemed cut to size perfectly for him.
"I'm gunna feel like a strumpet," Sam Hall complained.
"Bollocks," Jimmy assured. "You'll fit perfectly and you'll represent us even better."
"Representing us would be wearing my smithy apron and covered in soot and sweat," Sam shot back.
"Fair enough, boyo, but we all like to make an impression and play the part on occasion, no? Did you not dress to the nines to marry Molly?" Jimmy asked.
Sam shot him a look and glowered. The halfling gulped. One really shouldn't mention Molly.... He forgets sometimes.
"Well then, we're off!" Jimmy said after the uncomfortable silence dragged on much too long. Luckily Sam grunted and shrugged.
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The Half-Orc didn't like this one bit. He didn't like sitting at the table. He didn't like listening to the talkers. He didn't like that he still had no clue what was going on. And he most definitely did not like being asked to talk.
Sam Hall was relieved when the tall grey Elf stood up and spoke first. Relieved more that they were brief. Precedent was set on that, at least. This Elthana sounded like they were an assassin. Interesting. Though he was unsure if it was good interesting or bad, as he knew not yet if they'd be fighting together or against one another.
Another dark Elf was next. Well, Half-Elf, Sam corrected in his thoughts. And pallor normal, just also dressed in black. Seems Jimmy missed that memo when he picked out what Sam should wear. The... dog?... was something of a head-scratcher. Sam was unsure if he'd ever seen it's like before. Magic, Sam grumbled in his head. He wasn't thrilled by that. Magic was the upper crusts domain. Sam instinctively distrusted it since there was all but naught of it amongst his people and none much came down to the Tangles to share it for their benefit. Vin and Nef, Sam thought, trying to make the names stick in his head. Nef is the mutt... Right?
Sam was perhaps a little more open to Ebb of QuAr. He had little use for organized religion, mind you, but individual priests and pastors and such tended to be decent enough. Sam still didn't like any of this but of it all, this Ebb seemed like the one he distrusted least.
And with that it seemed like it may be his turn. Sam did his best to not visibly swallow the lump he felt growing in his throat. He reached down next to him, grabbed his maul by the shaft near the head of it, and stood up brandishing the brutal, bruising weapon.
"My name is Sam Hall," he declared to all at the table. "I hit things. Those things break." Sam Hall then releases his grip on his maul. It falls directly down to the floor next to his foot and thuds as if he had dropped an anvil. Sam Hall then bends his head left, then right, stretching it before sitting down with no further comment.
"They're eating the pets!" - Donny J. Trump
A Tiefling man steps forward from from around Vance Meldane, he wears a very fine, some could even say flashy, outfit that has all the practicality of adventuring gear, leather padding in the necessary spots, extra fabric where one might need to extend, vents, loose pants, but the practicality stops abruptly at the red skinned fellow's deep plunging V neck that shows off most of his muscular torso, as he steps his shock of black hair falls forward smoothly from where it was flopping between his upturned horns, his somewhat strong but pretty face gives off the confidence of someone who is perpetually more relaxed and in control than you could possibly be at any given moment, he takes a breath as he prepares to speak.
The morning had been quite mundane for Gewyn the Melodic, the carriage ride from the 'Perfume district' eastward to the council district had been a fairly usual one, although Gewyn did see the novelty in being summoned in the morning instead of his usual appearances in this kind of area at night, the flashy buildings and shows of decadent wealth were impressive to be sure, but Gewyn was not one to be easily swayed by the shiny displays of insecurity by people with a higher status, yes this journey had been very mundane indeed.
"My name is Gewyn, some people assign me the moniker 'The Melodic' for my charms and good grace I'm sure, I'm primarily an entertainer, but I think this group will find I'm more useful than the average songwrite or circus performer, I'm glad to be aboard and very much look forward to working with you all.." he flashes a winning smile, something charming and boyish in it making even the most hardened person in the room think that Gewyn was the good sort, a trustworthy fellow, if but for a moment. He then steps back letting the speaker take charge once more.
"Thank you one and all for attending this meeting, you all seem very capable folk, I am the speaker of the house and advisor to the High council, Your benefactors. My name is Judge Tibus Leader of the Marbled Legion and now that all of the introductions are out of the way, I know you'll indulge me as I explain to you how we will be progressing" the Tortle shuffles some paper notes as he prepares to explain the whole deal,
"as I'm sure you have been made aware, the council have voted on and approved a new task force, namely all of you. The mission of this taskforce is for the general betterment of a united Northmorrah, But what does this mean?
You as a united group, will tend to situations that need attention, deemed important by High council vote, these could be small endeavours within the city to large scale events that need ambassadors of the High Council to attend to.
Now, your first mission will take you east, out of the city and to the community of hokum, there are farms there that the city depend upon but they have gone quiet, no deliveries and no word for at least a month, you are to find out what happened and correct it, help out where you can on the way and see to it that you act in the best interests of the High Council and Northmorrah as a whole!
It has also been decided that as this is your first mission, and a joint taskforce like this has never been attempted before, that you will operate in secret for now, this first mission will be a test of your efficiency and abilities to work together and complete a mission, this means that you will not be recognised by the people as champions of the High council or given any of the Luxuries that a position such as that would afford, BUT we are nothing if not accommodating,
I will personally be sending guard to oversee your transportation, but for the interests of the High council and as I am only an advisory member due to the law, I will not be providing a champion to join your taskforce officially.
The treasury has granted a small sum for any expenses that may occur during travels,
The Jasmine Free-Associates have provided a Carriage big enough to comfortable suit you all,
The WFM has provided enough rations for the travel period,
Qui Arbitranur has provided some adventuring necessities,
and lastly the Cavalcade has provided you with one Sending stone for the group, this sending stone can send one message a day and will store the message for us here at the high council to listen to as you report back, It is important that you report back to us so we can confer amongst ourselves and advise you all on how to progress, Are we clear?"
Each member of the High Council seems satiated by the explanation, some look smug, some dismissive, and others unreadable.
"Once this mission is complete you should return here to Marblestead to debrief, and if all goes to plan we will announce this taskforce to the world at the winter solstice festivities! Any burning questions so far?"
Vin bounces on their feet a bit as the situation is explained. Obvious pent up energy from all this excitement. TO their credit they don't burst out talking or interrupt Judge Tibus. It all seems to good to be true to the young man. A secret force to help people out? However, we can be announced as a real group of heroes during the winter solstice festival? Vin just needs to prove their worth. They pay close attention as Tibus explains their first mission. It's like a trial for them but it sounds like really important to the kingdom. If the trial is this important what else will they be asked to do after? The blood in Vin's heart pumps faster in excitement and anticipation as the group looks on at the explanation of what they are and what to expect.
Eventually there is a list of things being provided to them for this particular mission. A guide and keeper for them, gold for expenses, a carriage for traveling, food for the journey, and a means of communication to update our progress. Vin nods in confirmation as they clearly say "I understand." There is a variety of looks from the various leaders which Vin could only guess at. He's certainly never heard of a group like this but its all the more exciting because of it. Thoughts of heroism, adventure, and making a name for themselves clear in their mind.
When they are asked if there are any questions at first it seems like Vin doesn't have any but as they look at their dog they suddenly look to Judge Tibus as they raise their hand like they are in class and have a question. It hovers for a moment in the air and then Vin look a bit embarrassed and slowly pulls their hand down trying to pretend they didn't just do that as they ask "I would like to know more about the community of Hokum. What was some of the last things heard from Hokum before you lost contact with them?"
"No deliveries for a month and they're just now worried?" Sam whisper-grumbles to Jimmy. "Did the misses judge want her servants to bake and was finally told the cupboards were bare?"
It was unsurprising but infuriating nonetheless. The shops and the markets in The Tangles had noticed the lack of goods from the east weeks ago but their questions and complaints had fallen on deaf ears. Even those in the neighborhood not worried about the farmers and such out that way were concerned about the lack of deliveries - the scarcity it created made the remaining goods all the more costly and most in The Tangles could barely afford the necessities as it was.
"You say no word," Sam pipes up after the floor is opened up for questions, but after Vin who was apparently eager to chime up. "Have messengers been sent? Seem's all this is a bit much if perhaps they just found a better market for their goods..."
Sam skeptically listens to whatever answer is given and expects it a half truth at best. He looks to Jimmy to see his response and grunts.
At the next opportune time Sam will chime in again. "You say help out where we can... You trusting our judgement on where help is needed and what kind? Or will we be looking to your guide to approve things?" Sam asks, unease and skepticism clear in his voice. Turning to Jimmy he asks "And just how much can we expect the council to have our back if things go sideways? If we're secret and unofficial fixers how does that not make us convenient scapegoats?"
Sam will go, no matter how much he thinks this whole thing smells like a polished turd. But he'll be damned if he smiles and acts like it's a grand plan.
"They're eating the pets!" - Donny J. Trump
As Vin pipes up with inquisitive vigour, Judge Tibus listens intently, "Ah, Knowledge is preparedness as a Student of the Cavalcade I'm not surprised, Yes Yes, The community of Hokum is large and covers a wide area primarily of farmland, but it is also a forested and mountainous region, We lost contact a month ago and any messengers we sent have not returned, then we sent adventurers..."
The Tiefling leader of the Cavalcade straightens up at this point and speaks smoothly, "Seasoned adventurers also ah.. uncommunicative at this point.".
"Indeed," the Tortle continues "we hope the issue is something as small as bandits on the road or maybe a monster from the forests that has the community hiding in their homes but we cannot say for sure."
As Sam airs his concerns the Tortle is quick to respond, "Ah umm yes, the likelihood that they have found better offers is slim, Hokum already supplies produce across the continent although they are not our only provider, we are actually pretty self reliant where food is concerned, but they do deliver us some special items.
As for the helping out where necessary, you should use your own best judgement, but remember to remain on task for the overall mission, you have been chosen by your individual leaders because they trust you as individuals, It is up to you to show us that we can trust you as a group. I hope you understand"
Vin looks at Sam as they get answers the large man intimidating presence is a bit much for Vin. Bold is a word that comes to mind, Vin would never dare to speak to folks like the council like he is. He does listen as the man gets their answers as well as Vin gets his own answered. At least partially. Nef however, seems to be looking at each of the other people in their group. Looking at each in turn as the red eyes stare at each in turn.
Vin meanwhile is focused on the council and only seems to shift their attention when someone asks a question or speaks. He wants to know more about his fellow adventurers but is afraid the council will get offended if he ignores them in favor of getting to know who he's working with. Four other people, Sam, Gweyn, Ebb and Elthana.
Nef seems to get more restless as the explanation of what has been tried and what has happened continues. The large black dog seemingly switching their stare to the council as they watch them all closely. Vin looks to them and pets their head behind the left ear. Then looks back to the council. Nef still seems to be intent on watching the council.
The boy follows up with a question of "So there was rumors of bandits or monsters before we lost contact? Like, unexplained attacks?" Nef looks to Vin. Vin seems a bit worried as he adds "Oh, also! Would there be any people of interest we should try to find in Hokum?"
"no actual rumours to speak of I'm afraid, at this point we can only guess, the last messages we got were with deliveries and nothing was out of the ordinary, then nothing, we would supply any critical info if we had it, but there's nothing solid to go off right now, there have been rumours for years that strange things lurk in the forest out there but no real sightings or danger has presented itself and so we can only take rumour without evidence as just that, rumour.
You bring up a good question, the leader and our contact out there is a woman by the name of Goldsheaf, she is aged now and may have passed leadership on to her daughter, but as the supply chain had never been disrupted up until now we never had reason to question the leadership over there. Start with Goldsheaf, and failing that find the adventuring party, um.. what were their names?"
Lord Unvale Hemiran speaks once more "the group goes by 'the splitters' most wielded axes of some nature and wore pacthes on their leathers depicting a tree in two pieces" once the Tiefling has finished speaking he looks to Judge Tibus, the Tortle puts his papers away and looks around the room ready to receive any more questions.
"So crops, huh? We get the wheats and grains and fruits and such moving again and all is well?" Sam asks, staring at Judge Tibus. "That's all you need from us... And we find the others, if we can. Help if we see help needed. No other agenda? Nothing you're not telling us?" Sam already knows the only answer he'll believe and knows he won't get it so he sits back, and waits for this charade to be over so they can get on with this farce and find out for themselves what the truth is.
"They're eating the pets!" - Donny J. Trump
The Tortle frowns, his tone becomes more severe, scolding. "crops and a community likely in danger, the agenda is to help where we can, and once the problem is dealt with everyone will benefit, the community will prosper once more and be paid in kind for their work, if they need aid dealing with the consequences of whatever has befallen them then we will assess the needs at the tim, this has been voted and decided upon by the High Council as a whole. I understand that the frustrations from the workers faction run deep, but this teams goals are for the benefit of all people of Northmorrah, you would do well to remember this"
With a sigh and a glare the Judge Tibus takes a seat once more, Everyone sees Jimmy Connelly lean close to Sam's ear and whisper something unknown.
"With no objections from council members I draw this portion of the meeting to a close, this peacekeeping team are dismissed, there will be a carriage and a team waiting for your arrival outside of this building, thank you all for your time" with a bang Judge Tibus closes his book of notes, loose pages now within and the doors to the chamber open.
During the discussion Elthana, the dark haired elf skulking behind the ever silent Sergor Hamilton, listens intently, her ears seem to prick up with interest at Vin's questions, nodding along affirming some of the same curiosities.
Elthana weighs up each of her new teammates with a studious eye, those who catch her eye feel scrutinised like their presence and observable aptitudes are being detailed and filed away.
At Sam's remarks she raises an eyebrow, maybe impressed at how bold the orc is being, maybe simply surprised at the brash stupidity of such questions in the face of one's betters, no one can tell. However whilst they are on their way out, she does ask the half orc "do you really think this thing is gonna go sideways?".
Gewyn the Melodic, leans on the chair of Vance Meldane, he is listening enough to the back and forth of the group and the Tortle, as to not call into question his seriousness in the face of the task, but also not listening enough to seem overly keen or invested.
His smile never leaves his face, but flicks subtly between a practiced showman's smile and general amusement of the situation, he never stops being warm and friendly in his mannerisms and says nothing of the task, no questions, just a confidence in his own abilities to overcome whatever the High council may have in store for the group, he remains unshatteringly cool.
"Doesn't everything. Always?" Sam growls in answer. "Every brawler goes into a fight with a plan. That plan tends to fall to pieces immediately upon them being punched in the face. The same holds true upwards, I imagine."
Sam takes a moment to look over Elthana a second time. He had assessed her an assassin based on her first comments to the council and getting a look at her didn't entirely dissuade him of that opinion. Her overall appearance, the tattoos, the robes... But then again she carried a staff instead of something deadlier. A deception, perhaps? Sam grunts and shrugs and allows himself to be otherwise lead out with the others.
"They're eating the pets!" - Donny J. Trump
The group are led out, for better or worse, out of the Council chambers and then out of the cathedral like building and into the fresh cold air of the autumnal morning.
Their footsteps tap and clack off the polished marble steps as they descend to be met with their carriage for the upcoming journey.
The carriage itself is large, large enough to comfortably fit six sitting inside, and maybe one or two laid on the floor, Its practicality outweighs its sense of luxury by a long shot, which was something surprising if it really had been donated by the Jasmina Free-Assosciates.
One level above 'tarp covered delivery wagon', If anyone was truly honest with themselves, but at least this thing was entirely enclosed with wooden sides a roof and a door to open and close, even if it was on the rear, yes this would keep the rains out and the warmth in if needed.
The carriage itself is flanked by two members of the Marbled Legion, one older and sour-faced, apparently already fed up and pissed off with his task, the second more round-faced and youthful, these city guard usually wear heavy white stained plated armour with large pauldrons covering the shoulder of their dominant weapon swinging hands, these Guards however were unsubtly and absolutely no different.
The older man holds a coin purse loosely in his hand as he waits and the younger boy finishes loading in a crate with supplies, he then gives a smiling wave to the group, before the old guy sighs.
"I hear we're to take you through to Hokum, the whole journey will take about a week if we push them hard" the older guard thumbs back toward the horses, as he grumbles out his words.
Vin looks over at the other four as they make their way to the carriage. A bit concerned there isn't a lot of information but also seems excited. The young man begins to walk quickly to keep up with the strides of the big man called Sam Hall and listens to him and Elthana talk. The black dog shadowing the boy in perfect step to keep pace with them. Vin thinks; There seems to be so much doom and gloom about this mission before it even begins. The bright eyed boy says "Isn't that why its always good to have a backup plan, I'm really excited for this. We get to make a big difference and help people! We might even become heroes. I'm not much of a brawler though. You look really strong, have you been in a lot of fights? I bet you won them if you were." The boy just looks up at the big man with curiosity in their eyes as they wait for a response.
They make their way to the carriage and Vin finds a pair of guards. One seems closer to his age and the other an older guard that's obviously been doing this for a long time. As the younger guard waves Vin waves back with a smile of their own and greets the young guard, "Hello there! Are you coming along for the ride too or just loading the cart?" Vin pivots to include the old guard in their greeting as well. "Is it both of you coming with? We very much appreciate your help." Vin directs his thanks towards the older guard with a polite bow. Vin noticing that guard seems a bit upset already. Vin doesn't know why but that's all the more reason to be kind to them. After the older guard tells them they are taking the group to Hokum Vin says "Yes, we are going to Hokum. Thank you for taking the time to transport us. I'm sure you wanted to do more then that. I appreciate you doing this for us instead." Vin seems to really mean it as they try to validate their feelings of being reduced to transport duty instead of something they feel is more important.