The air is a little on the chilly side as Winter is just starting, Being residents of the continent you are all fairly well adapted to the colder Climate at sea level. There is barely a breeze of wind as Dark clouds roll overhead, Bringing with it the first Snowfall of the Year. Its a gentle one with snow flakes softly flowing threw the air. There are a few faint licks of candle light in some of the houses but most seem to be dark and either abandoned or their owners are out somewhere.
There is quite the ruckus about 70 feet from you, A larger building has smoke billowing from its chimney and the sound of laughter and music. 2 stories tall, the building is what passes as a Inn in a small town like this. Having passed by it to read the Bounty board you all know it is called "The Drowned Stallion".
There is a detailed drawing of the individual known as "Red Hood" on the bounty page itself. While their face is mostly clouded in Shadow, They are infact wearing a Red hood that covers most of the individuals upper facial features. Some sort of scarf seems to cover their lower face.
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Logan reads the board and take a quick glance at the group, "Between all of us we could probably take him alive. 100 gold per person is nothing to turn a nose up at."
He appears to be a sturdy human, approximately six feet in height with broad shoulders though it's hard to exactly judge his build with the cold weather clothes on.The clothes themselves have seen many days of use and are fraying or torn in places.
He bears bright blue eyes and shoulder length dirty blond hair that's probably not been washed in a few days. His skin is well tanned and as he raises his hand to indicate the bounty the light seems like it shimmers off some kind of texture at the back of his hand and fingers.You might catch a similar shimmer along his forehead and neck.
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
A slender tiefling, about five and half feet tall, with equally slender horns gently following the curve of her head, stares at the bounty board with narrow golden eyes that stand out in sharp relief against the deep purple of her skin and hair. She crosses her arms as the winter wind blows through her simple threadbare garments, sheathed daggers sitting on a belt around her waist.
"I haven't seen an ad for this much in a while, though they haven't given much to go off of, have they?" Clarity's gaze shifts between the board and the motley crew around her
Logan glanced down slightly toward Clarity, "Well, if anyone knows where the 11th Legion is based that might give us a starting point. Assuming this Captain who was supposedly murdered by this Red Hood character wasn't on leave somewhere else at the time."
"Looks like you could use the money to buy a cloak"
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
"A cloak would be nice, my old one's got too many holes in it to be useful anymore," Clarity replies, tilting her head up slightly to face Logan. "Could also question some of those Blood Rose soldiers if they're not too crochety. Hmm..."
The tiefling glances away, lost in thought. After a few moments, she faces Logan again, this time with her whole body, and slowly holds up a hand. "Well, 's probably better to not go alone on this one. My name's Clarity. You are?"
After Logan introduces himself, Samson will politely step up and greet everyone. "Hello, the name's Samson. Based on this talk, it sounds like we're all teaming up? Good, because I'm not really a front-liner if you know what I mean. Nice to meet you all, and I hope we work well together."
Logan takes Clarity's hand for a light shake, "Logan." he gives her a nod, "If this fellow can kill a Blood Rose Captain, he's probably got some skills of one kind or another." taking a quick look at her clothes and then at his own tattered sleave, "I can clean, but I don't yet know the spell for mending or I'd help you out there."
After releasing Clarity's hand he'll give a quick nod to Samson.
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Being residents of the Empire of the Blood Rose and having spent most of your life under their rule. You are all quite familiar with the Hierarchy of the Blood Rose. Foot soldiers are a dime a dozen, they are usually just hired hands used to fill the ranks and increase general Blood rose footholds threw out the lands. Its threw numbers they usually win battles not threw skill. Usually comprised of a mix of Humans,Halflings and gnomes.
From there, The immediate higher ups are Vice Captains and Captains. Vice captains relay Order to the foot soldiers, for every 100 foot soldiers there is 2 Vice Captains. Captains give the orders and very rarely take part in any sort of battle, They are usually well trained and well armored. Vice captains have some training but not alot, they are usually Dragonborn or Goliath, a Larger race that can inspire both fear and respect in the foot soldiers.
From there, There are The 6 Vice Admirals. They give the orders to the captains. They are never seen on the battlefield, Rumors say they are Reapers. Capable of untold acts of violence and terror. Their names have never been given, instead they are known by their Nicknames.
After that comes the Twin Admirals, Delilah and Horis Dredge. Brother and Sister, they are the Faces of the Blood Rose. Usually speaking in public announcements or any meetings with concerned citizens.
At the very top there is the Emperor Commander, Kuls Vern. A Once vicious Shield maiden of the Blood Rose, her public appearances have severely dwindled in the last 2 years. No one outside the capital has seen her face in months.
With roughly 500,000 members on the Continent, The Blood Rose holds dominion over most of the land.
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"Well, sounds like we've got an agreement! One hundred gold each alive, 50 dead. Now, based on the weather, we're about to become icicles in a few minutes. How about we head over to that inn over there, get some rooms for the night, and head out in the morning to the 11th Legion for more information?" Samson looks happy at the thought of being warm tonight, and starts to head for the inn, humming a happier tune as he goes.
A short girl, not even five and a half feet, with tan skin and black hair spoke up. "I agree with, Logan you said? Logan. This man killed a captain, assaulted soldiers, and stole documents. I'm going to make a guess that those all happened at the same event. I can fix that, if I may?" She gestured to the rips, tears, and holes in the cloak and the sleeve. "I actually do have that magic. However, like our new friend says, we should head inside." She turns and follows Sam into the Drowned Stallion. "I am from the gnome guild along the coast."
So you all greet eachother and make arrangements to band together for this bounty. Safety is always found in numbers but so is power. 5 of you against one target, you are certain the bounty is all but yours. As some of you have stated, They did (Assumingly) single handily assault the 11th Legion and kill a captain so you may want to be careful.
The Snow fall has managed to cover the Roofs of houses and most of the undisturbed ground. It's only a light layer but it could definetly become much larger over the night. The choice to rest your head Indoors is probobly a good Idea.
As you walk up to the Drowned Stallion, The first thing you notice is the Music. The sounds of a flute and drum catch your ear as a Energetic and jonty tune flows threw the night air, You hear the stomping of feet as patrons of the Inn are merrily dancing to the music. Mixed with laughter, the Pub of the Inn seems to be the place to be tonight. Stepping threw the door, You are met with the pleasant smell of Spiced meats and Freshly poured ale. 20 individuals, Men and woman block your passage to the Barkeep. All of them dancing and laughing, throwing their drinks into the air.
Outside, Geoffrey you have just now walked into the edge of town. Having to leave your Horse behind after a loose rock caused it to snap its leg, After showing the beast mercy. You walked for almost 2 hours, a Chill is in your bones at this point as your pull your cloak around you. Trying to find some sort of warmth. Even on the outskirts of town, some 200 feet away you can hear the music and the laughter at the Inn. Yet the sound of a crackling fire seems to drown out the Noise for just a moment as you eye the billowing chimney.
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"Seems like a cheery place," Clarity mutters as she weaves around the dancing patrons. A little bit louder, she comments, "So....it would probably be cheaper if we all bunked down together, rather than getting separate rooms."
Logan looks down at the short girl, "You're not a gnome though. Interesting." he motions toward Clarity as they enter the inn, "Perhaps she could make use of your spell. Mine may be tattered but they appear more functional than hers"
To Clarity, as he follows her through the crowd, "Perhaps. Some may prefer their privacy and the rooms may not be very large."
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Samson weaves through the crowd, telling Logan, "I'm fine with sharing, but let's see how big the rooms are." He goes to the barkeep, leaning forward to get his attention, and over the music asks him, "Hello! Do you have any free rooms my friend? Looking for a place to stay for the night with my new companions."
Samson weaves through the crowd, telling Logan, "I'm fine with sharing, but let's see how big the rooms are." He goes to the barkeep, leaning forward to get his attention, and over the music asks him, "Hello! Do you have any free rooms my friend? Looking for a place to stay for the night with my new companions."
The scent of woodsmoke is welcome as it cuts through the frost bitten air. Geoffrey re-adjusts his numb grip on the saddle as he makes his way through the town towards the sound of music and towards the fire that burns in its hearth.
"Thank Faeri." he mumbles under his breath, the brief prayer rising from his mouth like smoke to the heavens.
Finally he reaches the inn. Walking around to the stables, Geoffrey dumps the saddle in front of a startled stableboy. "She's a spirited mount. Make sure she doesn't get away from you."
Before walking over the threshold, Geoffrey stamps the frozen slush from his boots as best he can and shakes his cloak out.
Opening the door and stepping in, Geoffrey is hit by what seems to be a furnace. Though he knows this is just his body's reaction after so long in the cold.
He makes a beeline to the roaring hearth, slipping and sliding through the press of patrons as best he can and rips his gloves from his hands before holding them out to the flames. He closes his eyes as he stands there and allows the warmth from the fire to seep into his bones as he says a prayer of thankfulness to Faeri.
The air is a little on the chilly side as Winter is just starting, Being residents of the continent you are all fairly well adapted to the colder Climate at sea level. There is barely a breeze of wind as Dark clouds roll overhead, Bringing with it the first Snowfall of the Year. Its a gentle one with snow flakes softly flowing threw the air. There are a few faint licks of candle light in some of the houses but most seem to be dark and either abandoned or their owners are out somewhere.
There is quite the ruckus about 70 feet from you, A larger building has smoke billowing from its chimney and the sound of laughter and music. 2 stories tall, the building is what passes as a Inn in a small town like this. Having passed by it to read the Bounty board you all know it is called "The Drowned Stallion".
There is a detailed drawing of the individual known as "Red Hood" on the bounty page itself. While their face is mostly clouded in Shadow, They are infact wearing a Red hood that covers most of the individuals upper facial features. Some sort of scarf seems to cover their lower face.
Logan reads the board and take a quick glance at the group, "Between all of us we could probably take him alive. 100 gold per person is nothing to turn a nose up at."
He appears to be a sturdy human, approximately six feet in height with broad shoulders though it's hard to exactly judge his build with the cold weather clothes on.The clothes themselves have seen many days of use and are fraying or torn in places.
He bears bright blue eyes and shoulder length dirty blond hair that's probably not been washed in a few days. His skin is well tanned and as he raises his hand to indicate the bounty the light seems like it shimmers off some kind of texture at the back of his hand and fingers.You might catch a similar shimmer along his forehead and neck.
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
A slender tiefling, about five and half feet tall, with equally slender horns gently following the curve of her head, stares at the bounty board with narrow golden eyes that stand out in sharp relief against the deep purple of her skin and hair. She crosses her arms as the winter wind blows through her simple threadbare garments, sheathed daggers sitting on a belt around her waist.
"I haven't seen an ad for this much in a while, though they haven't given much to go off of, have they?" Clarity's gaze shifts between the board and the motley crew around her
Logan glanced down slightly toward Clarity, "Well, if anyone knows where the 11th Legion is based that might give us a starting point. Assuming this Captain who was supposedly murdered by this Red Hood character wasn't on leave somewhere else at the time."
"Looks like you could use the money to buy a cloak"
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
"A cloak would be nice, my old one's got too many holes in it to be useful anymore," Clarity replies, tilting her head up slightly to face Logan. "Could also question some of those Blood Rose soldiers if they're not too crochety. Hmm..."
The tiefling glances away, lost in thought. After a few moments, she faces Logan again, this time with her whole body, and slowly holds up a hand. "Well, 's probably better to not go alone on this one. My name's Clarity. You are?"
After Logan introduces himself, Samson will politely step up and greet everyone. "Hello, the name's Samson. Based on this talk, it sounds like we're all teaming up? Good, because I'm not really a front-liner if you know what I mean. Nice to meet you all, and I hope we work well together."
Logan takes Clarity's hand for a light shake, "Logan." he gives her a nod, "If this fellow can kill a Blood Rose Captain, he's probably got some skills of one kind or another." taking a quick look at her clothes and then at his own tattered sleave, "I can clean, but I don't yet know the spell for mending or I'd help you out there."
After releasing Clarity's hand he'll give a quick nod to Samson.
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
The quiet bundled up lizardman speaks, "I'm looking for work and willing to split the profits."
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Being residents of the Empire of the Blood Rose and having spent most of your life under their rule. You are all quite familiar with the Hierarchy of the Blood Rose. Foot soldiers are a dime a dozen, they are usually just hired hands used to fill the ranks and increase general Blood rose footholds threw out the lands. Its threw numbers they usually win battles not threw skill. Usually comprised of a mix of Humans,Halflings and gnomes.
From there, The immediate higher ups are Vice Captains and Captains. Vice captains relay Order to the foot soldiers, for every 100 foot soldiers there is 2 Vice Captains. Captains give the orders and very rarely take part in any sort of battle, They are usually well trained and well armored. Vice captains have some training but not alot, they are usually Dragonborn or Goliath, a Larger race that can inspire both fear and respect in the foot soldiers.
From there, There are The 6 Vice Admirals. They give the orders to the captains. They are never seen on the battlefield, Rumors say they are Reapers. Capable of untold acts of violence and terror. Their names have never been given, instead they are known by their Nicknames.
After that comes the Twin Admirals, Delilah and Horis Dredge. Brother and Sister, they are the Faces of the Blood Rose. Usually speaking in public announcements or any meetings with concerned citizens.
At the very top there is the Emperor Commander, Kuls Vern. A Once vicious Shield maiden of the Blood Rose, her public appearances have severely dwindled in the last 2 years. No one outside the capital has seen her face in months.
With roughly 500,000 members on the Continent, The Blood Rose holds dominion over most of the land.
"Well, sounds like we've got an agreement! One hundred gold each alive, 50 dead. Now, based on the weather, we're about to become icicles in a few minutes. How about we head over to that inn over there, get some rooms for the night, and head out in the morning to the 11th Legion for more information?" Samson looks happy at the thought of being warm tonight, and starts to head for the inn, humming a happier tune as he goes.
"Sounds good to me. I'm not meant for the cold."
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
"A bed and roof would be nice for once." he starts to head toward the inn, "So where's everyone from? Not from this place I imagine."
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
"I have come from far away, not sure how to describe it, I've been travelling so long."
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
A short girl, not even five and a half feet, with tan skin and black hair spoke up. "I agree with, Logan you said? Logan. This man killed a captain, assaulted soldiers, and stole documents. I'm going to make a guess that those all happened at the same event. I can fix that, if I may?" She gestured to the rips, tears, and holes in the cloak and the sleeve. "I actually do have that magic. However, like our new friend says, we should head inside." She turns and follows Sam into the Drowned Stallion. "I am from the gnome guild along the coast."
So you all greet eachother and make arrangements to band together for this bounty. Safety is always found in numbers but so is power. 5 of you against one target, you are certain the bounty is all but yours. As some of you have stated, They did (Assumingly) single handily assault the 11th Legion and kill a captain so you may want to be careful.
The Snow fall has managed to cover the Roofs of houses and most of the undisturbed ground. It's only a light layer but it could definetly become much larger over the night. The choice to rest your head Indoors is probobly a good Idea.
As you walk up to the Drowned Stallion, The first thing you notice is the Music. The sounds of a flute and drum catch your ear as a Energetic and jonty tune flows threw the night air, You hear the stomping of feet as patrons of the Inn are merrily dancing to the music. Mixed with laughter, the Pub of the Inn seems to be the place to be tonight. Stepping threw the door, You are met with the pleasant smell of Spiced meats and Freshly poured ale. 20 individuals, Men and woman block your passage to the Barkeep. All of them dancing and laughing, throwing their drinks into the air.
Outside, Geoffrey you have just now walked into the edge of town. Having to leave your Horse behind after a loose rock caused it to snap its leg, After showing the beast mercy. You walked for almost 2 hours, a Chill is in your bones at this point as your pull your cloak around you. Trying to find some sort of warmth. Even on the outskirts of town, some 200 feet away you can hear the music and the laughter at the Inn. Yet the sound of a crackling fire seems to drown out the Noise for just a moment as you eye the billowing chimney.
"Seems like a cheery place," Clarity mutters as she weaves around the dancing patrons. A little bit louder, she comments, "So....it would probably be cheaper if we all bunked down together, rather than getting separate rooms."
Logan looks down at the short girl, "You're not a gnome though. Interesting." he motions toward Clarity as they enter the inn, "Perhaps she could make use of your spell. Mine may be tattered but they appear more functional than hers"
To Clarity, as he follows her through the crowd, "Perhaps. Some may prefer their privacy and the rooms may not be very large."
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Samson weaves through the crowd, telling Logan, "I'm fine with sharing, but let's see how big the rooms are." He goes to the barkeep, leaning forward to get his attention, and over the music asks him, "Hello! Do you have any free rooms my friend? Looking for a place to stay for the night with my new companions."
Samson weaves through the crowd, telling Logan, "I'm fine with sharing, but let's see how big the rooms are." He goes to the barkeep, leaning forward to get his attention, and over the music asks him, "Hello! Do you have any free rooms my friend? Looking for a place to stay for the night with my new companions."
The scent of woodsmoke is welcome as it cuts through the frost bitten air. Geoffrey re-adjusts his numb grip on the saddle as he makes his way through the town towards the sound of music and towards the fire that burns in its hearth.
"Thank Faeri." he mumbles under his breath, the brief prayer rising from his mouth like smoke to the heavens.
Finally he reaches the inn. Walking around to the stables, Geoffrey dumps the saddle in front of a startled stableboy. "She's a spirited mount. Make sure she doesn't get away from you."
Before walking over the threshold, Geoffrey stamps the frozen slush from his boots as best he can and shakes his cloak out.
Opening the door and stepping in, Geoffrey is hit by what seems to be a furnace. Though he knows this is just his body's reaction after so long in the cold.
He makes a beeline to the roaring hearth, slipping and sliding through the press of patrons as best he can and rips his gloves from his hands before holding them out to the flames. He closes his eyes as he stands there and allows the warmth from the fire to seep into his bones as he says a prayer of thankfulness to Faeri.
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