On a sunny day in Silverymoon, each of you has been approached by young 16 year old Thomas Kaster. Short and rather slim, with brown hair and green eyes, Thomas has been charged by the people of his village Dormay to go and find a mercenary band or a group of adventurers willing to help investigate a set of recent disappearances. The boy makes up for his small frame with an eagerness matched only by his younger 14 year old sister Gemma. She looks almost exactly like her brother, only more feminine. They had explained the situation to you the night before.
"In the last month three people have gone missing from our village. Even scouts from the Lord's Keep couldn't find them. We aren't a very rich village but our elder is offering 500 silver pieces to whoever finds the missing folk...or at least uncovers what happened to them."
Thomas has urged you to leave as soon as possible, in the hopes of making it to the village by nightfall. The village Elder, he says, is willing to meet any who accept the request at any hour. As you begin your travels, the village of Dormay is just a short 4 hours away.
OOC: It will be some time before you reach Dormay, so we begin with some free roleplaying! Take this time to introduce your characters, talk about why you accepted this quest, and learn more about the Kaster siblings, their village, and the missing people.
Note: As mentioned, this adventure relies much more on roleplaying and investigation than combat so taking the fixed HP values you'd have at level 6 won't be make or break, BUT if you'd like to roll your level 2-6 hit dice and take that value instead, please do so now. But no rerolls!
He walked with an astute posture as if the architect responsible for The Gate of Revelation had personally set the man's spine with a T square, Clad in Fine blue silken, gold trim robes worn over a tight fit white cotton undershirt and black harem slacks.
His surprisingly well kept shoulder length black hair, short beard and angular facial features told of somebody whom might have once had the potential to be pleasant to look upon, however his tall lanky form, pasty white skin, hollow gray eyes, and most of all a facial disposition so egregious and despondent that it could make a demi-lich look inviting, wore somebody to be put int the unfortunate situation of selecting one of the two to make small talk with at a dinner party. This all together made him about as pleasant to look upon as a particularly irritated cadaver.
His only visible possessions being a small bag hanging from his belt and a behemoth of a spell book secured to him via a shoulder strap attached to the spine of the book. perched upon his shoulder effortlessly sat a Curious looking, Feline. The creature's round head was adorned with folded ears with brilliant yellow amber eyes but most curious of all was the form in which these eyes wore set, it's fur was of an intense unnatural black, and its body had an ephemeral quality that made its borders appear inconsistent. The cat's eyes darted around playfully looking at everything that the duo passed, this was in contrast to its master who looked forward, expression locked in a perpetual scowl eyes never shifting from the path on which he tread.
OOC: Can somebody maybe set up a OOC group PM for us to discuss stuff like previous character relations and that sorta thing?
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."
Shek’lok walked behind the others, as usual, catching as much details as he can as he walks. His well kept black hair, that reaches his shoulders and his tall but slim figure was almost covered by a black coat that had seen better times. Under it he wears a comfortable leather armor and dark clothes with brown traveling boots.
His belongings were carried on a backpack strapped on his shoulder.
His eyes looking for the minor details, his mind always looking for answers.
“And tell me young Kaster” he adress the young girl “ how is that you decided to come to Silvermoon with your brother instead of remain at home?”
Dearg walked in the midst of the group, his green/gray mottled clothing and smooth gait making a quick glance hop past him. His common appearance added to the trick, with nothing unusual about his hazel eyes and ponytail of brown hair. Upon close inspection it would be noted his clothing was slim but allowed for ample movement, and his small backpack was tightly secured so no loose items clanged or swung about.
Upon hearing Shek'lok's question, he slowed his pace to allow Gemma to be ahead and listened for her answer. These children had already captured his interest by willingly leaving the safety of their village to seek assistance with unknown strangers.
"I...was afraid to stay in the village", Gemma tentatively answers. "I feel much safer with Thomas. He's always protected me, from...well he's always protected me. And Silverymoon, it's so beautiful, and sunny!"
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Insight: 20
For him is just a second nature to... second guess everyone...
And I must say... sorry for the pun of the character name.. as I was creating him it kind of sticked to my mind... And couldn't help myself.
"I am sure he is a great big brother... And you both are really brave to come to the city and seek the help of complete strangers. Your parents must be really proud of you both... But, were you about to say something that he had protected you from?"
Grady Heartcrest walked closer to the front of the group. He had wavy red hair, and his chain mail reflected the sun. He stood tall as he walked, with his shield on his back and his Morningstar clipped onto his belt which lightly tapped his thigh at each odd pace. There wasn't any question on helping the young siblings and their missing neighbors, Grady helped whoever needed it so long as he could. He listened carefully as the group spoke, he was thinking of the three missing people. Usually missing persons don't turn up alive... and you usually end up finding some foul beast standing over their corpse..
Out of the shadows beside the group came a quiet but measured voice, "My brother Islingtin is fond of his tinkered machines, he wouldn't have wasted one sending me a message if there wasn't something wrong afoot."
The small gnome stepped forward and tilted up the brim of the large mushroom cap he wore as a hat. In his hand was a small mechanical contraption, insect like in its winged form. "This little one flew far to find me. The wear on its hinges and pins is considerable, it will never fly again. He knew it was a one way trip when he sent it. I may not share my brother's predilections, but I trust his judgement, and I am certain of his love for his creations. He thought this was a situation of grave importance, and therefore so do I. Where these children go, I follow. If this group is here to help them, then I am here to help this group."
As Ullingtin Ozubbin finished talking, he bows, dislodging a scattering of spores from his hat which sprinkle down around him. His hand slips the ruined tinkered butterfly into a small pouch at his waist, where it clatters among other small metal bits the gnome has marked for reuse and recycling. At his neck is a curious pendant, the bright yellow precious metals of Garl Glittercold wrestling with the dark cold iron form of his brother Gelf, the eternal strife and cycle of their rivalry of creation and destruction on evident display.
His small dirty hands dissapear into another pouch, pulling out a dry bumpy strip of mottled grey and white. "Anyone care for some shroom-jerky?"
Zanthin walks a couple of paces In front of the rest of the group, always striding just a little bit faster whenever he felt any one of them was getting near, he was still unsure of them, being careful not to make any early calls as to who will be of use and who to ditch, and so in the mean time was sticking to his tenants. 'Everyone is of about as much use as a wet log till proven otherwise, not going play any meaningful roll but when placed between his face and a axe it will get the job done'. The speed of their progress was however beginning to grate him the wrong way, If he wore alone he could simply Fly his way to Dormay in half the time, but his experience with simple villagers hasn't been the best. You only need to get dropped in a lake with rocks tied to your ankles once before you realize that a herd of frightened simpletons doesn't take well to flying men, and the assumption that the people of Dormay may not be in a welcoming mood was a safe one to make.
As Ulliningtin makes the offer of the shroom jerky, the head of the cat atop zanthin's shoulder rotates almost 180 degrees with little effort large round amber eyes staring at the gnome, and almost instantly, without any reaction from Zanthin whatsoever. The cat's eyes roll back into its head before vanishing and then the cat's entire form gives way, becoming thin black inky liquid that runs down Zanthin's clothes and body like water forming a pool on the ground that regains its Feline form as fast as it had lost it, which then prance over to Ulliningtin making figure eights between the gnome's legs as he walks.
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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."
"Our father is one of the missing ones..." Gemma says, bowing her head low. Shek'lok notes that she glances at Thomas, who quickly shakes his head at her before he adds "She was worried that she and Ma would go missing next if she stayed, is all".
Thomas makes a wide berth from the gnome as the cat transforms, but Gemma seems to delight in the magic, staring wide eyed in awe.
Noting the censor of the conversation, Dearg shifts his level gaze onto Thomas.
"With these disappearences, how are they discovered? Is it a simple empty home still locked? Or are there signs of departure without return? What leads you to believe your villagers have not simply taken an extended hunting excursion."
Dearg focuses on the boys face hoping to take notice of where the answers are hesitant.
The, cat nearly instantly looses interest in the shroom jerky, far more interested in the attention of the child then the food, Zigzagging out from between Ulliningtin's legs and circling around Gemma a few times before again Discombobulating, though this time the inky black liquid crept up Gemma's person like water flowing inverse to gravity before reforming as the feline atop her should just as it had been atop Zanthin's.
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."
"Well then why didn't your mother join her and yourself, young thomas? Is she not home alone now, that is not safe. How long ago did your father go missing?" Grady asked in a calm, almost mono-tone voice.
He had a silky way of speaking, it was kind and gentle but showed no signs of messing around. They were pointed questions but they weren't demanding. Grady hardly looked at the boy as he asked this, he was thinking of something else, but looking at gemma.
Noticing the hesitation in the children and the impatientence of his new companions, Ullingtin begins to murmur softly. With the incantations finished, he lightly taps the end of his staff on the ground and the oyster mushrooms sprouting from the top wiggle and sway. One of them releases a very faint dusting of barely perceptible blue spores. A quick sniff, a blink, and his eyes now faintly twinkle with the same light blue glow.
Under the effects of the spell the gnome feels a clarity of thought and action, a spiritual Guidance that hones his next words.
“Children, your reticence is understandable. But you have come to us for aid, and it can only be delivered if we have all the information we need. For the sake of your missing, answer these men as honestly as you can.”
Thomas moves with a start as the black liquid moves toward Gemma, but relaxes at her gleeful laughter and answers with a sigh, "Although Gemma thinks so, our mother isn't in any danger. All of the missing people are men of age...none of them disappeared from their homes, either. Our father and one other were locals, and the other is a foreigner who stopped in Dormay in his travels. All of his possessions are still in his room at the inn."
Upon hearing Ullington's suggestion, Thomas stops, sighs, and rubs his eyes a moment, before saying "Yes...you're right, of course...it's not helpful if I don't tell you everything, is it. Well...our father is a drunkard, even though Father Ertis has tried to help him. He hurts Ma, or...well, he used to hurt Ma. It's probably better if he's gone for good. The other local is Torick, the blacksmith, and he's no better sort."
Gemma adds "I saw him beating his own son with an iron bucket, once. Just because he took a couple o' horseshoes to play with."
"We don't know much about the foreigner" Thomas finishes, "he kept mostly to himself."
Ullingtin squats as he absentmindedly runs his fingers through the dirt at his feet. He was already noticeably shorter then even the children, and he now seems almost impossibly small compared to the adventurers around him.
"The varieties of mushroom you find on livestock dung can also be found on piles of their rotting feed, and in areas native to that animal. You rarely find mushrooms on carnivore droppings, though the few species that will grow there are the same ones who colonize rotting corpses and carcasses. My point being that when something is har... collecting resources, there is always a commonality to be found among them. What we need to do is find what links these missing men, and we will have our first clue as to who or what has taken them."
Ullingtin stands up, brushing his hands off on his mossy tunic of rough spun flax and leather. "It seems at least two of these men were violent, and the third as an unknown could be. Thomas, you said Torick was a blacksmith, yes? What skills or trade did your father practice?"
Zanthin raises and eyebrow at this last little curious bit of information, having been watching and listening through the cat's eyes and ears as they talked, though he often needed to mentally command the cat to keep its head still as it was distracted by every little thing constantly darting its head around.
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."
"I am sorry to hear that about your father. And I understand your reserves to talk about it. Tell us " he tries to focus in the practical data " What was your father doing the day he dissapeared? does his behaviour changed that day or the previous days? I guess that you didn't pay the same attention to the blacksmith affairs, but if you can recall something out of the ordinary in his rutine could be also hepful "
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On a sunny day in Silverymoon, each of you has been approached by young 16 year old Thomas Kaster. Short and rather slim, with brown hair and green eyes, Thomas has been charged by the people of his village Dormay to go and find a mercenary band or a group of adventurers willing to help investigate a set of recent disappearances. The boy makes up for his small frame with an eagerness matched only by his younger 14 year old sister Gemma. She looks almost exactly like her brother, only more feminine. They had explained the situation to you the night before.
"In the last month three people have gone missing from our village. Even scouts from the Lord's Keep couldn't find them. We aren't a very rich village but our elder is offering 500 silver pieces to whoever finds the missing folk...or at least uncovers what happened to them."
Thomas has urged you to leave as soon as possible, in the hopes of making it to the village by nightfall. The village Elder, he says, is willing to meet any who accept the request at any hour. As you begin your travels, the village of Dormay is just a short 4 hours away.
Our Party:
Dearg - Wood Elf Monk
Grady Heartcrest - Human Paladin
Shek'lok Sholms - Half-Elf Rogue
Ullington Ozubbin - Gnome Druid
Zanthin Abrax - Human Wizard
OOC: It will be some time before you reach Dormay, so we begin with some free roleplaying! Take this time to introduce your characters, talk about why you accepted this quest, and learn more about the Kaster siblings, their village, and the missing people.
Note: As mentioned, this adventure relies much more on roleplaying and investigation than combat so taking the fixed HP values you'd have at level 6 won't be make or break, BUT if you'd like to roll your level 2-6 hit dice and take that value instead, please do so now. But no rerolls!
See my profile for all my PbP threads!
He walked with an astute posture as if the architect responsible for The Gate of Revelation had personally set the man's spine with a T square, Clad in Fine blue silken, gold trim robes worn over a tight fit white cotton undershirt and black harem slacks.
His surprisingly well kept shoulder length black hair, short beard and angular facial features told of somebody whom might have once had the potential to be pleasant to look upon, however his tall lanky form, pasty white skin, hollow gray eyes, and most of all a facial disposition so egregious and despondent that it could make a demi-lich look inviting, wore somebody to be put int the unfortunate situation of selecting one of the two to make small talk with at a dinner party. This all together made him about as pleasant to look upon as a particularly irritated cadaver.
His only visible possessions being a small bag hanging from his belt and a behemoth of a spell book secured to him via a shoulder strap attached to the spine of the book. perched upon his shoulder effortlessly sat a Curious looking, Feline. The creature's round head was adorned with folded ears with brilliant yellow amber eyes but most curious of all was the form in which these eyes wore set, it's fur was of an intense unnatural black, and its body had an ephemeral quality that made its borders appear inconsistent. The cat's eyes darted around playfully looking at everything that the duo passed, this was in contrast to its master who looked forward, expression locked in a perpetual scowl eyes never shifting from the path on which he tread.
OOC: Can somebody maybe set up a OOC group PM for us to discuss stuff like previous character relations and that sorta thing?
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."
Shek’lok walked behind the others, as usual, catching as much details as he can as he walks. His well kept black hair, that reaches his shoulders and his tall but slim figure was almost covered by a black coat that had seen better times. Under it he wears a comfortable leather armor and dark clothes with brown traveling boots.
His belongings were carried on a backpack strapped on his shoulder.
His eyes looking for the minor details, his mind always looking for answers.
“And tell me young Kaster” he adress the young girl “ how is that you decided to come to Silvermoon with your brother instead of remain at home?”
PbP Character: A few ;)
Dearg walked in the midst of the group, his green/gray mottled clothing and smooth gait making a quick glance hop past him. His common appearance added to the trick, with nothing unusual about his hazel eyes and ponytail of brown hair. Upon close inspection it would be noted his clothing was slim but allowed for ample movement, and his small backpack was tightly secured so no loose items clanged or swung about.
Upon hearing Shek'lok's question, he slowed his pace to allow Gemma to be ahead and listened for her answer. These children had already captured his interest by willingly leaving the safety of their village to seek assistance with unknown strangers.
"I...was afraid to stay in the village", Gemma tentatively answers. "I feel much safer with Thomas. He's always protected me, from...well he's always protected me. And Silverymoon, it's so beautiful, and sunny!"
See my profile for all my PbP threads!
Insight: 20
For him is just a second nature to... second guess everyone...
And I must say... sorry for the pun of the character name.. as I was creating him it kind of sticked to my mind... And couldn't help myself.
"I am sure he is a great big brother... And you both are really brave to come to the city and seek the help of complete strangers. Your parents must be really proud of you both... But, were you about to say something that he had protected you from?"
PbP Character: A few ;)
Grady Heartcrest walked closer to the front of the group. He had wavy red hair, and his chain mail reflected the sun. He stood tall as he walked, with his shield on his back and his Morningstar clipped onto his belt which lightly tapped his thigh at each odd pace. There wasn't any question on helping the young siblings and their missing neighbors, Grady helped whoever needed it so long as he could. He listened carefully as the group spoke, he was thinking of the three missing people. Usually missing persons don't turn up alive... and you usually end up finding some foul beast standing over their corpse..
Out of the shadows beside the group came a quiet but measured voice, "My brother Islingtin is fond of his tinkered machines, he wouldn't have wasted one sending me a message if there wasn't something wrong afoot."
The small gnome stepped forward and tilted up the brim of the large mushroom cap he wore as a hat. In his hand was a small mechanical contraption, insect like in its winged form. "This little one flew far to find me. The wear on its hinges and pins is considerable, it will never fly again. He knew it was a one way trip when he sent it. I may not share my brother's predilections, but I trust his judgement, and I am certain of his love for his creations. He thought this was a situation of grave importance, and therefore so do I. Where these children go, I follow. If this group is here to help them, then I am here to help this group."
As Ullingtin Ozubbin finished talking, he bows, dislodging a scattering of spores from his hat which sprinkle down around him. His hand slips the ruined tinkered butterfly into a small pouch at his waist, where it clatters among other small metal bits the gnome has marked for reuse and recycling. At his neck is a curious pendant, the bright yellow precious metals of Garl Glittercold wrestling with the dark cold iron form of his brother Gelf, the eternal strife and cycle of their rivalry of creation and destruction on evident display.
His small dirty hands dissapear into another pouch, pulling out a dry bumpy strip of mottled grey and white. "Anyone care for some shroom-jerky?"
An Image of Ullingtin Ozubbin
Zanthin walks a couple of paces In front of the rest of the group, always striding just a little bit faster whenever he felt any one of them was getting near, he was still unsure of them, being careful not to make any early calls as to who will be of use and who to ditch, and so in the mean time was sticking to his tenants. 'Everyone is of about as much use as a wet log till proven otherwise, not going play any meaningful roll but when placed between his face and a axe it will get the job done'. The speed of their progress was however beginning to grate him the wrong way, If he wore alone he could simply Fly his way to Dormay in half the time, but his experience with simple villagers hasn't been the best. You only need to get dropped in a lake with rocks tied to your ankles once before you realize that a herd of frightened simpletons doesn't take well to flying men, and the assumption that the people of Dormay may not be in a welcoming mood was a safe one to make.
As Ulliningtin makes the offer of the shroom jerky, the head of the cat atop zanthin's shoulder rotates almost 180 degrees with little effort large round amber eyes staring at the gnome, and almost instantly, without any reaction from Zanthin whatsoever. The cat's eyes roll back into its head before vanishing and then the cat's entire form gives way, becoming thin black inky liquid that runs down Zanthin's clothes and body like water forming a pool on the ground that regains its Feline form as fast as it had lost it, which then prance over to Ulliningtin making figure eights between the gnome's legs as he walks.
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."
"Our father is one of the missing ones..." Gemma says, bowing her head low. Shek'lok notes that she glances at Thomas, who quickly shakes his head at her before he adds "She was worried that she and Ma would go missing next if she stayed, is all".
Thomas makes a wide berth from the gnome as the cat transforms, but Gemma seems to delight in the magic, staring wide eyed in awe.
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Noting the censor of the conversation, Dearg shifts his level gaze onto Thomas.
"With these disappearences, how are they discovered? Is it a simple empty home still locked? Or are there signs of departure without return? What leads you to believe your villagers have not simply taken an extended hunting excursion."
Dearg focuses on the boys face hoping to take notice of where the answers are hesitant.
The, cat nearly instantly looses interest in the shroom jerky, far more interested in the attention of the child then the food, Zigzagging out from between Ulliningtin's legs and circling around Gemma a few times before again Discombobulating, though this time the inky black liquid crept up Gemma's person like water flowing inverse to gravity before reforming as the feline atop her should just as it had been atop Zanthin's.
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."
The half-elf takes mental note of the boy reaction at Dearg's question.
Insight: 17
PbP Character: A few ;)
"Well then why didn't your mother join her and yourself, young thomas? Is she not home alone now, that is not safe. How long ago did your father go missing?" Grady asked in a calm, almost mono-tone voice.
He had a silky way of speaking, it was kind and gentle but showed no signs of messing around. They were pointed questions but they weren't demanding. Grady hardly looked at the boy as he asked this, he was thinking of something else, but looking at gemma.
(Ooc: My line of questions after Deargs, if it still makes sense.)
Noticing the hesitation in the children and the impatientence of his new companions, Ullingtin begins to murmur softly. With the incantations finished, he lightly taps the end of his staff on the ground and the oyster mushrooms sprouting from the top wiggle and sway. One of them releases a very faint dusting of barely perceptible blue spores. A quick sniff, a blink, and his eyes now faintly twinkle with the same light blue glow.
Under the effects of the spell the gnome feels a clarity of thought and action, a spiritual Guidance that hones his next words.
“Children, your reticence is understandable. But you have come to us for aid, and it can only be delivered if we have all the information we need. For the sake of your missing, answer these men as honestly as you can.”
Attempt to persuade, with guidance. 20
Thomas moves with a start as the black liquid moves toward Gemma, but relaxes at her gleeful laughter and answers with a sigh, "Although Gemma thinks so, our mother isn't in any danger. All of the missing people are men of age...none of them disappeared from their homes, either. Our father and one other were locals, and the other is a foreigner who stopped in Dormay in his travels. All of his possessions are still in his room at the inn."
Upon hearing Ullington's suggestion, Thomas stops, sighs, and rubs his eyes a moment, before saying "Yes...you're right, of course...it's not helpful if I don't tell you everything, is it. Well...our father is a drunkard, even though Father Ertis has tried to help him. He hurts Ma, or...well, he used to hurt Ma. It's probably better if he's gone for good. The other local is Torick, the blacksmith, and he's no better sort."
Gemma adds "I saw him beating his own son with an iron bucket, once. Just because he took a couple o' horseshoes to play with."
"We don't know much about the foreigner" Thomas finishes, "he kept mostly to himself."
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Ullingtin squats as he absentmindedly runs his fingers through the dirt at his feet. He was already noticeably shorter then even the children, and he now seems almost impossibly small compared to the adventurers around him.
"The varieties of mushroom you find on livestock dung can also be found on piles of their rotting feed, and in areas native to that animal. You rarely find mushrooms on carnivore droppings, though the few species that will grow there are the same ones who colonize rotting corpses and carcasses. My point being that when something is har... collecting resources, there is always a commonality to be found among them. What we need to do is find what links these missing men, and we will have our first clue as to who or what has taken them."
Ullingtin stands up, brushing his hands off on his mossy tunic of rough spun flax and leather. "It seems at least two of these men were violent, and the third as an unknown could be. Thomas, you said Torick was a blacksmith, yes? What skills or trade did your father practice?"
Zanthin raises and eyebrow at this last little curious bit of information, having been watching and listening through the cat's eyes and ears as they talked, though he often needed to mentally command the cat to keep its head still as it was distracted by every little thing constantly darting its head around.
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."
"I am sorry to hear that about your father. And I understand your reserves to talk about it. Tell us " he tries to focus in the practical data " What was your father doing the day he dissapeared? does his behaviour changed that day or the previous days? I guess that you didn't pay the same attention to the blacksmith affairs, but if you can recall something out of the ordinary in his rutine could be also hepful "
PbP Character: A few ;)