Thea just now realizes that she did not bother to bring any of her belongings. Mumbling a brief apology followed by a hasty farewell, she takes a small detour to fetch her backpack. With a slightly scatty look on her face, she then hurries to the North Gate.
The albino halfling exits the Antechamber without a word to anyone in there, and instantly heads to the Northern Gate where he will stand statue still until the others come. Some of the townsfolk actually do mistake him for a statue, and try to admire him before they get the sudden feeling to hurry along with whatever they were doing previously.
"I am prepared! Off to the North Gate we go!" Fjorgin goes to the North gate and admires a statue that reminds him of someone, although he can't remember who.
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Each member of the expedition one by one collects their packs and don their armour to meet at the North Gate.
The North Gate is one of the three major gates of Allhaven. It is made with reinforced stone that has strong abjuration magic to prevent it from decaying or broken by conventional means. It is wide enough for ten carts to travel through side by side with a large adamantine portcullis. The metals within the workings around the gate glow with an ethereal yellowish light, showing that Pelor's magic is staying strong. There are a couple of caravans that are getting ready to leave around this time of day as the group turn up one by one. One of the guards at the gate, a Goliath known by the name of Kurrif, is checking their carriages before they leave.
Kurrif is a guard captain within Allhaven. He is familiar with those who adventure as he is stationed almost permanently at The North Gate, keeping a diligent watch as if it was his life-long goal to ensure this gate is secure. He towers to just shy of 8 feet tall; hairless with a sunburst tattoo atop his scalp, though very few have seen it properly. He wears plate armour custom built for his physique, as his strength makes him appear as broad as he is tall, as well as wielding a sword that would possibly be more suited for a giant. While he has an imposing demeanour, he is of warming words, though he doesn't speak too often.
As the group is gathering one by one Kurrif strides over, his stone cold white eyes staring down at each in turn. "There is a food parcel waiting for you." He says, pointing to the nearby guardhouse. "Make sure not to forget it."
The Albino Halfling suddenly moves after a long time of complete stillness. Most normal observants would be shocked when the new statue at North Gate suddenly started moving, before realizing it was a person the whole time. He silently collects his food before moving to the other group members, blue-pink eyes darting in nearly every direction.
To Thea, the goliath is not an unfamiliar sight, but nevertheless an impressive one. Following his reminder, she strolls after her companions to collect the rations. Hands in her pockets and a determined look on her face, she regards the motley crew she had now become a part of.
By the time the majority of the adventuring company gathers at the gate Fitch had already been there for awhile sat against the town wall near to the halfling, humming a soft toon and sharpening a dagger on a wet stone.
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Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Heading over to the guardhouse, the group are met by a human member of the guard. He appears to be a recent recruit based on his standard issue chain shirt hanging a little large on him. "Morning, ladies and gents." He says in a bright enthusiastic tone. "So you're the ones headin' north? Well they left these for you." He takes out small bundled packages of food. Upon inspecting them it appears that there are some salted meat slices, fresh bread, a small wooden box with berries, an extra waterskin, and a collection of nuts among the rations provided. "Best of luck to ya all." He gives a salute to the group as they leave the guardhouse.
The salute is one that is one that is done by those loyal to Pelor. You would use both arms in an arcing motion from above your head downwards to simulate a circle, which represents the sun, then bring the hands clasped together into a praying motion.
Reconvening outside, the group can spot Pip rushing over. "Ah! Don't forget about me!" He calls, catching up to the group. He lets out a couple of deep breaths. "Sorry, I forgot I had some errands to attend." He says, looking to the group. Kurrif approaches again and informs Pip about the food. "Oh, righty-ho." He says in a pleasant tone before swiftly collecting his share of food. "Right, ready when you are."
Filtch makes way over to the provisioner and collects his bag of rations, he seems to initially struggle with the weight of it though but after a loud grunt he manages to get his footing, even if that is for not any other reason other then drawing upon a pool of mule like stubbornness.
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Fjorgin inhales deeply to extract the smell of the food.
"Well, master Pip! Where are we off to now?"
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
As the Fjorgin gathers his rations, Fitch's wondering eye lands on him and and stops. Looking his polished armor up and down and the Nim's stoic expression softens. he stays like this for a quite a bit.
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Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
"Ah! I believe I myself have forgotten something!"
Fjorgin runs off and soon returns with a massive shield engraved with Pelor's symbol.
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Pip waits for everyone to be ready. "Well we head north." He says, pointing his left index finger to the open gateway. "It'll be a couple of days of travel to get to Sun's Last Light. We'll be able to have a night's rest in one of the inns there, then north again."
Looking out beyond the pristine gates are vast fields of long wild grass. The sun blazons down on Pelor's domain, which has lots of open wilderness beyond the borders of the towns. "There are some things on the trail there that we could bump into." Pip explains. "Wild dogs, bears, that sort of thing. Occassionally a minor devil might slip through the outer borders, but they usually don't get too far without being vaporised. It's the night time we need to be more wary for."
Liavyre (who immediately went to the North Gate after the meeting and went along with the group to the guardhouse) gathers her rations and the waterskin, but leaves the dried meat. "I do not eat maxë, if anyone cares to take my share."
She stands beside Canary and says, "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you are quite exceptional. I thought the stories were only tales."
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After Apocalypse - Liavyre WithrethinElf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse -Leofir SylvaranthElf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call -Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
"I will gladly take your rations, if you disdain them!"
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Filtch Is out of the gate immediately taking point as the company leaves the town's walls, from the moment he's out of the city interior he draws a dagger form the bandolier of blades across his chest and gips it with a iron hold, If he previously was carrying himself with the demeanor of a paranoid watchdog then he was now moving with the stance of of a starving wolf weary and eager, looking out for anything and everything, despite the relative safety of the land they wore treading.
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Observing Filtches change in demeanor, Thea decides to adress him telepathically.
"You are a fascinating one, dear Filtch, aren't you? I have to admit i've never seen anyone like you. If i wouldnt be so sure we're standing on the same side, I wouldn't know whether to fear or admire you. Would you mind me asking for your reason to be part of all this? If we keep it quiet like this, noone else would have to know."
Filtch only hears these in his head, like someone elses thoughts would've been transplanted into his mind. He instinctively knows that this voice belongs to the human girl traveling with him. He can also feel that he could just answer in his head, but he could just as well start talking loudly in any normal fashion.
Seen from her side, nothing indicates that Thea just spoke to someone. She continues to look ahead, alert, but not focussed on anything in particular.
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Thea just now realizes that she did not bother to bring any of her belongings. Mumbling a brief apology followed by a hasty farewell, she takes a small detour to fetch her backpack. With a slightly scatty look on her face, she then hurries to the North Gate.
The albino halfling exits the Antechamber without a word to anyone in there, and instantly heads to the Northern Gate where he will stand statue still until the others come. Some of the townsfolk actually do mistake him for a statue, and try to admire him before they get the sudden feeling to hurry along with whatever they were doing previously.
"I am prepared! Off to the North Gate we go!" Fjorgin goes to the North gate and admires a statue that reminds him of someone, although he can't remember who.
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Ragmin hurries after everyone, his short dwarves legs pumping, exitment pouring out of every small inch of this dwarf.
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
Each member of the expedition one by one collects their packs and don their armour to meet at the North Gate.
The North Gate is one of the three major gates of Allhaven. It is made with reinforced stone that has strong abjuration magic to prevent it from decaying or broken by conventional means. It is wide enough for ten carts to travel through side by side with a large adamantine portcullis. The metals within the workings around the gate glow with an ethereal yellowish light, showing that Pelor's magic is staying strong. There are a couple of caravans that are getting ready to leave around this time of day as the group turn up one by one. One of the guards at the gate, a Goliath known by the name of Kurrif, is checking their carriages before they leave.
Kurrif is a guard captain within Allhaven. He is familiar with those who adventure as he is stationed almost permanently at The North Gate, keeping a diligent watch as if it was his life-long goal to ensure this gate is secure. He towers to just shy of 8 feet tall; hairless with a sunburst tattoo atop his scalp, though very few have seen it properly. He wears plate armour custom built for his physique, as his strength makes him appear as broad as he is tall, as well as wielding a sword that would possibly be more suited for a giant. While he has an imposing demeanour, he is of warming words, though he doesn't speak too often.
As the group is gathering one by one Kurrif strides over, his stone cold white eyes staring down at each in turn. "There is a food parcel waiting for you." He says, pointing to the nearby guardhouse. "Make sure not to forget it."
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Ragmin picks up his food pack and stores it very carefully in his backpack before adjusting everything to sit just right.
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
The Albino Halfling suddenly moves after a long time of complete stillness. Most normal observants would be shocked when the new statue at North Gate suddenly started moving, before realizing it was a person the whole time. He silently collects his food before moving to the other group members, blue-pink eyes darting in nearly every direction.
To Thea, the goliath is not an unfamiliar sight, but nevertheless an impressive one. Following his reminder, she strolls after her companions to collect the rations. Hands in her pockets and a determined look on her face, she regards the motley crew she had now become a part of.
By the time the majority of the adventuring company gathers at the gate Fitch had already been there for awhile sat against the town wall near to the halfling, humming a soft toon and sharpening a dagger on a wet stone.
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Heading over to the guardhouse, the group are met by a human member of the guard. He appears to be a recent recruit based on his standard issue chain shirt hanging a little large on him. "Morning, ladies and gents." He says in a bright enthusiastic tone. "So you're the ones headin' north? Well they left these for you." He takes out small bundled packages of food. Upon inspecting them it appears that there are some salted meat slices, fresh bread, a small wooden box with berries, an extra waterskin, and a collection of nuts among the rations provided. "Best of luck to ya all." He gives a salute to the group as they leave the guardhouse.
The salute is one that is one that is done by those loyal to Pelor. You would use both arms in an arcing motion from above your head downwards to simulate a circle, which represents the sun, then bring the hands clasped together into a praying motion.
Reconvening outside, the group can spot Pip rushing over. "Ah! Don't forget about me!" He calls, catching up to the group. He lets out a couple of deep breaths. "Sorry, I forgot I had some errands to attend." He says, looking to the group. Kurrif approaches again and informs Pip about the food. "Oh, righty-ho." He says in a pleasant tone before swiftly collecting his share of food. "Right, ready when you are."
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Filtch makes way over to the provisioner and collects his bag of rations, he seems to initially struggle with the weight of it though but after a loud grunt he manages to get his footing, even if that is for not any other reason other then drawing upon a pool of mule like stubbornness.
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Fjorgin inhales deeply to extract the smell of the food.
"Well, master Pip! Where are we off to now?"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
As the Fjorgin gathers his rations, Fitch's wondering eye lands on him and and stops. Looking his polished armor up and down and the Nim's stoic expression softens. he stays like this for a quite a bit.
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
"Ah! I believe I myself have forgotten something!"
Fjorgin runs off and soon returns with a massive shield engraved with Pelor's symbol.
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Pip waits for everyone to be ready. "Well we head north." He says, pointing his left index finger to the open gateway. "It'll be a couple of days of travel to get to Sun's Last Light. We'll be able to have a night's rest in one of the inns there, then north again."
Looking out beyond the pristine gates are vast fields of long wild grass. The sun blazons down on Pelor's domain, which has lots of open wilderness beyond the borders of the towns. "There are some things on the trail there that we could bump into." Pip explains. "Wild dogs, bears, that sort of thing. Occassionally a minor devil might slip through the outer borders, but they usually don't get too far without being vaporised. It's the night time we need to be more wary for."
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Liavyre (who immediately went to the North Gate after the meeting and went along with the group to the guardhouse) gathers her rations and the waterskin, but leaves the dried meat. "I do not eat maxë, if anyone cares to take my share."
She stands beside Canary and says, "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you are quite exceptional. I thought the stories were only tales."
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
"I will gladly take your rations, if you disdain them!"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Filtch Is out of the gate immediately taking point as the company leaves the town's walls, from the moment he's out of the city interior he draws a dagger form the bandolier of blades across his chest and gips it with a iron hold, If he previously was carrying himself with the demeanor of a paranoid watchdog then he was now moving with the stance of of a starving wolf weary and eager, looking out for anything and everything, despite the relative safety of the land they wore treading.
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Liavyre says to Fjorgin, "The maxë is yours. I eat it for survival only. The berries are more to my liking."
She inspects her longbow, arrows, and makes sure her shortswords unsheath properly before setting out with Pip and the group.
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Observing Filtches change in demeanor, Thea decides to adress him telepathically.
"You are a fascinating one, dear Filtch, aren't you? I have to admit i've never seen anyone like you. If i wouldnt be so sure we're standing on the same side, I wouldn't know whether to fear or admire you. Would you mind me asking for your reason to be part of all this? If we keep it quiet like this, noone else would have to know."
Filtch only hears these in his head, like someone elses thoughts would've been transplanted into his mind. He instinctively knows that this voice belongs to the human girl traveling with him. He can also feel that he could just answer in his head, but he could just as well start talking loudly in any normal fashion.
Seen from her side, nothing indicates that Thea just spoke to someone. She continues to look ahead, alert, but not focussed on anything in particular.