Solomon coughs a little, as if to clear his throat, and speaks in Giant, “Hail mighty warrior. May your cows be plentiful and your battles glorious. I think that’s the correct greeting? Regardless, I am red.” Solomon pauses and mutters to himself, “No, wait, that’s not it. That means I’m a color...” Before continuing in Giant, “I am called Red.”
A thin form draped in an dark green cloak makes it way toward the others and watches quietly as the others introduce themselves. A bow and quiver sit on their back while the rest of the person possessions are hidden out of sight. The person stands behind the dwarven man as he speaks to another, waiting for the conversation to stop. A gloved hand then reaches out and grabs him by the shoulder.
"Excuse me. I apologize for being late." The voice is breathy, echoing in an unnatural fashion. Another gloved hand emerges to remove the hood, revealing a woman underneath. She has short, cropped white hair and pale blue skin. Strange swirling patterns covers down the sides of her face and a long jagged scar runs in a straight line across the middle of her face, right over top her nose and under her eyes.
"I am Evelyn. I was told to seek out a Commander Tulvus. Is that you?"
Elon remains silent as the others start introducing themselves. No need to get acquainted just to get split up. Again feeling out of place, Elon just watches with patience and silence.
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Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Crispy observes the newcomers, sizing them up. Her and Elon had at least one thing in common - more friends means more things to lose. And she was done losing friends.
She was in the military long ago. If you could call it the military. Fighting and investigation was second nature to her. Being a social butterfly? Not so much.
Elon again turns to the dwarf “Sir, if you could just point me in the direction of the Commander I would greatly appreciative” Elon would like to get some answers. What could an army commander want with a misfit bunch like this and what role could he possibly play in any of this.
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Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Bründir is caught off-guard by the conversation and nearly punches Evelyn when she touches his shoulder, "Lass, don' e'er be snealin' round me like that. Too many years o' fightin', ye know?" With everyone gathered, the dwarf leads everyone from the massive central tent. You all twist and turn through a dozen minor tents before coming to another large tent- though still dwarfed by the main tent. Before proceeding he turns back with hands folded over his stomach, "Commander Tulvus strikes a...memorable impression. My advice to ye is simple," he holds two fingers to his eyes, then to the ground, mouthing Look down.
The dwarf enters first and as you file in, the smell of incense floods your senses. The tent is wide and adorned with several cushioned chairs of different sizes. A massive table sits in the center overrun with papers and maps. Leaning against the table lies a massive sword and towering shield. Once the party has filed in, a booming voice quakes the air around you, "You took long enough. My spies reported your arrival as soon as you were in view of the camp," a silhouette moves behind a sheer curtain, massive beyond measure, even compared to some within your company. It moves into an opening, and a towering humanoid stands before you. Coarse, brown hair covers its body, cloven hooves for feet, and a bull's head measures each of you thoroughly. "I am Talvus, Commander of the Auxilliaries. It was my choice to enlist your aid. The King is stubborn, I won't dignify the ironic comparisson," the commander taps his forehead with a thick finger, "But with enough convincing of my plan, he finally came around."
Moving to the center table, Commander Talvus clears papers and lays out a map detailing the border between Alvernia and Dalenor, "See this here?" His hands bear only three thick fingers and a thumb. Pointing to a green span along the border, "This is the Greenscale Forest. On its northern end, the expanse thins to a few dozen miles wide. It is a natural path of least resistance and has become a regular trade route. It was the Prince's plan to use this avenue to cross into Dalenor. Someone else thought the same, though. The lizardfolk have become more aggressive, more strategic in their raiding. History has shown them to be cunning, not some simple raiding savages: We sent patrols, they melt into the swamp, patrols come back, a raid follows them." With a wave, Bründir brings forth a large pitcher and several cups, "Your mission is simple: Infiltrate Coldscale Forest and ensure the army's safe passage. Our objective lies here," Talvus points to a marker on Dalenor's side of the forest, "Scalebane Keep lies due west from this camp. We must march for four days north, two days across the border,then another four south to this first major foothold in Dalenor. If you happen to find a way to shorten the length and time of this, then further opportunites for employment will surely follow."
Commander Talvus turns to the dwarf once more, "Halfshield, ensure they have rest and food. They set off tomorrow. Should there be any concern or questions, you know where to find me."
A tent with comfortable furnishings, plenty of food, and rations to cover the journey will be provided just outside the inner camp's wall.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
After the commander leaves, Solomon turns to the rest of the group and whispers, “Everybody else just saw that, right!? He was a Minotaur! He was like the size of two of me!”
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Elon, still perplexed, finds a corner where he can pray and meditate to find the answers he seeks. Maybe Torm has put him on this path for a reason. Besides, it gives him a chance to look for clues to what happened to his parents in an area he has not been yet.
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Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
"Hmm. To think a person such as myself, one who would usually hunt beast, is now taking orders from a half-beast man. Oh how strange this world works."Evelyn let's out a hearty chuckle.
"But I will agree with you giant-kin, he was a big one. I'd love to have a look at those horns of his." She says eyes falling wistfully to where the Commander left. She shrugs it off and walks over to the table to pick out a few things before heading back over to the map to look over it again. Even though she spent quite a few years in the woods it would be best to re familiarize herself with the common man perspective of lay of the land before heading out into the field and giving it her personal touch.
As Evelyn walks away, Solomon objects, “I’m actually not a giant, I just- oh nevermind.” He follows along, “So, Evelyn, you don’t really seem human. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you?”
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Crispy looks at the map for a moment, studying it. Memorizing it. Now she was taking orders from a minotaur? Why not, I suppose. A job is a job. It's not like I have anything better to do today. She wasn't expecting the beast, that's for sure. But she's seen a lot of things. From humans, to monsters..
Evelyn eyes the other curiously, and as a test ,Evelyn switches her language from common to giant.
"Oh you are not? I apologize then. From your size and statue I thought you at least kin."Evelyn replies, seeing if the other reacts to it in some way. She switches back to common to reply to his question.
"To answer your question big man. I am,-what did the Master call it, oh yes!-" She snaps her fingers.
"I am a genasi, one of those touched by the elements.I shall let you guess which element."
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OOC: Just for clarity, we do all know that Solomon is a 6ft human with a strength of 11, correct?
“Oh, um, thank you? Anyway, I see! You’re related to genies and things like that, right? But what element...” Let’s see if he knows, Arcana: 18, “I’m going to guess something from the Plane of Air!”
Rex watches as Talvus leaves them, looking for a hint of recognition. Talvus never was one to give away anything. Rex glances at the map then waits to be led to their tent. "You can be sure there's more to this. Prepare yourselves best you can. "
Solomon coughs a little, as if to clear his throat, and speaks in Giant, “Hail mighty warrior. May your cows be plentiful and your battles glorious. I think that’s the correct greeting? Regardless, I am red.” Solomon pauses and mutters to himself, “No, wait, that’s not it. That means I’m a color...” Before continuing in Giant, “I am called Red.”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Responding in kind. "It's close enough. And may your sword swing true and your dogs not shit the place up."
Solomon nods confusedly, returning to Common, “...Thank you? Cultural dialect differences, I suppose.”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
stealth:18
A thin form draped in an dark green cloak makes it way toward the others and watches quietly as the others introduce themselves. A bow and quiver sit on their back while the rest of the person possessions are hidden out of sight. The person stands behind the dwarven man as he speaks to another, waiting for the conversation to stop. A gloved hand then reaches out and grabs him by the shoulder.
"Excuse me. I apologize for being late." The voice is breathy, echoing in an unnatural fashion. Another gloved hand emerges to remove the hood, revealing a woman underneath. She has short, cropped white hair and pale blue skin. Strange swirling patterns covers down the sides of her face and a long jagged scar runs in a straight line across the middle of her face, right over top her nose and under her eyes.
"I am Evelyn. I was told to seek out a Commander Tulvus. Is that you?"
Avery Highdale-Halfling Rogue(Thief) Lv.3
Penelope Skyshatter-Dragonborn Sorcerer(Draconic Bloodline) Lv.2
Red Skies in Mourning: DM
Volqelli Ryxu- Drow Wizard(Conjuration School)/Rogue Lv. 13
Elon remains silent as the others start introducing themselves. No need to get acquainted just to get split up. Again feeling out of place, Elon just watches with patience and silence.
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Hello Evelyn! I myself am not commander Tulvus but we are meeting with him.
Crispy observes the newcomers, sizing them up. Her and Elon had at least one thing in common - more friends means more things to lose. And she was done losing friends.
She was in the military long ago. If you could call it the military. Fighting and investigation was second nature to her. Being a social butterfly? Not so much.
Elon again turns to the dwarf “Sir, if you could just point me in the direction of the Commander I would greatly appreciative” Elon would like to get some answers. What could an army commander want with a misfit bunch like this and what role could he possibly play in any of this.
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
"Yes" Crispy agreed. "I would just love to get started."
Bründir is caught off-guard by the conversation and nearly punches Evelyn when she touches his shoulder, "Lass, don' e'er be snealin' round me like that. Too many years o' fightin', ye know?" With everyone gathered, the dwarf leads everyone from the massive central tent. You all twist and turn through a dozen minor tents before coming to another large tent- though still dwarfed by the main tent. Before proceeding he turns back with hands folded over his stomach, "Commander Tulvus strikes a...memorable impression. My advice to ye is simple," he holds two fingers to his eyes, then to the ground, mouthing Look down.
The dwarf enters first and as you file in, the smell of incense floods your senses. The tent is wide and adorned with several cushioned chairs of different sizes. A massive table sits in the center overrun with papers and maps. Leaning against the table lies a massive sword and towering shield. Once the party has filed in, a booming voice quakes the air around you, "You took long enough. My spies reported your arrival as soon as you were in view of the camp," a silhouette moves behind a sheer curtain, massive beyond measure, even compared to some within your company. It moves into an opening, and a towering humanoid stands before you. Coarse, brown hair covers its body, cloven hooves for feet, and a bull's head measures each of you thoroughly. "I am Talvus, Commander of the Auxilliaries. It was my choice to enlist your aid. The King is stubborn, I won't dignify the ironic comparisson," the commander taps his forehead with a thick finger, "But with enough convincing of my plan, he finally came around."
Moving to the center table, Commander Talvus clears papers and lays out a map detailing the border between Alvernia and Dalenor, "See this here?" His hands bear only three thick fingers and a thumb. Pointing to a green span along the border, "This is the Greenscale Forest. On its northern end, the expanse thins to a few dozen miles wide. It is a natural path of least resistance and has become a regular trade route. It was the Prince's plan to use this avenue to cross into Dalenor. Someone else thought the same, though. The lizardfolk have become more aggressive, more strategic in their raiding. History has shown them to be cunning, not some simple raiding savages: We sent patrols, they melt into the swamp, patrols come back, a raid follows them." With a wave, Bründir brings forth a large pitcher and several cups, "Your mission is simple: Infiltrate Coldscale Forest and ensure the army's safe passage. Our objective lies here," Talvus points to a marker on Dalenor's side of the forest, "Scalebane Keep lies due west from this camp. We must march for four days north, two days across the border,then another four south to this first major foothold in Dalenor. If you happen to find a way to shorten the length and time of this, then further opportunites for employment will surely follow."
Commander Talvus turns to the dwarf once more, "Halfshield, ensure they have rest and food. They set off tomorrow. Should there be any concern or questions, you know where to find me."
A tent with comfortable furnishings, plenty of food, and rations to cover the journey will be provided just outside the inner camp's wall.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Taliesin will rush to the table and eat and drink to his heart's content :)
After the commander leaves, Solomon turns to the rest of the group and whispers, “Everybody else just saw that, right!? He was a Minotaur! He was like the size of two of me!”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Ha yeah, I was going to say something about that bought thought I'd get the s*** kicked out of me if I did XD
Elon, still perplexed, finds a corner where he can pray and meditate to find the answers he seeks. Maybe Torm has put him on this path for a reason. Besides, it gives him a chance to look for clues to what happened to his parents in an area he has not been yet.
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
"Hmm. To think a person such as myself, one who would usually hunt beast, is now taking orders from a half-beast man. Oh how strange this world works."Evelyn let's out a hearty chuckle.
"But I will agree with you giant-kin, he was a big one. I'd love to have a look at those horns of his." She says eyes falling wistfully to where the Commander left. She shrugs it off and walks over to the table to pick out a few things before heading back over to the map to look over it again. Even though she spent quite a few years in the woods it would be best to re familiarize herself with the common man perspective of lay of the land before heading out into the field and giving it her personal touch.
Avery Highdale-Halfling Rogue(Thief) Lv.3
Penelope Skyshatter-Dragonborn Sorcerer(Draconic Bloodline) Lv.2
Red Skies in Mourning: DM
Volqelli Ryxu- Drow Wizard(Conjuration School)/Rogue Lv. 13
As Evelyn walks away, Solomon objects, “I’m actually not a giant, I just- oh nevermind.” He follows along, “So, Evelyn, you don’t really seem human. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you?”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Crispy looks at the map for a moment, studying it. Memorizing it. Now she was taking orders from a minotaur? Why not, I suppose. A job is a job. It's not like I have anything better to do today. She wasn't expecting the beast, that's for sure. But she's seen a lot of things. From humans, to monsters..
Evelyn eyes the other curiously, and as a test ,Evelyn switches her language from common to giant.
"Oh you are not? I apologize then. From your size and statue I thought you at least kin."Evelyn replies, seeing if the other reacts to it in some way. She switches back to common to reply to his question.
"To answer your question big man. I am,-what did the Master call it, oh yes!-" She snaps her fingers.
"I am a genasi, one of those touched by the elements.I shall let you guess which element."
Avery Highdale-Halfling Rogue(Thief) Lv.3
Penelope Skyshatter-Dragonborn Sorcerer(Draconic Bloodline) Lv.2
Red Skies in Mourning: DM
Volqelli Ryxu- Drow Wizard(Conjuration School)/Rogue Lv. 13
OOC: Just for clarity, we do all know that Solomon is a 6ft human with a strength of 11, correct?
“Oh, um, thank you? Anyway, I see! You’re related to genies and things like that, right? But what element...” Let’s see if he knows, Arcana: 18, “I’m going to guess something from the Plane of Air!”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Rex watches as Talvus leaves them, looking for a hint of recognition. Talvus never was one to give away anything. Rex glances at the map then waits to be led to their tent. "You can be sure there's more to this. Prepare yourselves best you can. "