It has recently stopped snowing on the open prairies north of Longsaddle and the gray skies raise fears that the snow may resume.
The cold wind makes you want to soon reach the big ranch you see from distance which, fortunately, from the sign (two crossed swords with a horizontal bar underneath) can only be the Sharnshield Mansion, the place to find this 'Martha' who has so urgent need of the services of adventurers.
Each of you can't help but notice the others - evidently, some for one reason or another, you're all headed to the Sharnshield Mansion. And with the weather so uninviting, there's a good chance you're all drawn to Martha's call for help...
(OOC: Each player please describe their character - at least what other characters see of they - and feel free to interact a bit with each other, more so when each player has described their character - so maybe it's easier for you to role-play the relative reactions, what to say, what to think...)
Quspira shivered a little as she walked slowly towards the sign of the crossed swords; mostly from sympathy for her fellow travelers, it is true, but still she felt the gesture would be courteous. She'd seen the coldness in a Berduskan priest's eyes as he barely held back the more vicious of his opinions about her being on the Watch sufficiently for her to only overhear half of the richest and mostoriginal "demonspawn" jabs. This wind couldn't possibly be half as icy as that. She hadn't figured out the wound in his soul yet, but she had been making progress on her little brother. And Gaer had been supposed to meet her at that inn, and he had never come ... she sighed. He'd left his silver flask so she knew he hadn't just ditched her, and she had to admit he probably knew how to take care of himself at least as well as she could by now. But this ... she looked at the sign with a suppressed chuckle, thinking of what he'd
"Shoulda kept those swords closed, girl, but then where would we be without somebody to pay us for our kindnesses though?," that's what he'd be saying. And betting his spare eye that little Dobbian waif was mixed up in it somehow, and he wouldn't be leaving too much doubt as to his opinion about exactly how. But he always had more of that blue-skinned devil stubbornness in him; she was willing to shift between the fire and the ice, so she was willing to admit sooner than he was that it was possible she was wrong and he really was mixed up in it. But damn Gaer, why did he have to be so brief-worded and cryptic>
She pulled her hood tighter around her ears, casting deep shadows over her black hair and short straight horns, her uncannily piercing violet eyes. and the subtle swirls of red and blue that pattern her face.
A towering half-orc plods along the road, leaning slightly on his staff. Everything he is wearing seems to be crudely hand-made from animal skins; sturdy and efficient, but it doesn't look like aesthetic appeal was this man's primary concern. His calloused hand that grips the staff is a gray-green color, and his long brown hair is kept in dreadlocks that protrude from underneath his hood.
He pauses a moment to look at the others, not quite sure what to make of them. As his yellow eyes scan each of them, he pulls out a large leather book and scribbles down a few notes, nods, and then puts the book away. Though the man is certainly imposing, he doesn't look unfriendly. More curious than anything else, though it's difficult to gauge what exactly he's thinking.
The human woman in a long, drab green cloak trudged purposefully through the snow. Her long red hair, tied in two loose braids, is obvious coming out from the light brown kerchief atop her head. Though keeping any thoughts to herself, as she noticed others making their way in the same direction, she gave each a polite hello. 'I suppose all these folks must be interested in helping Martha. Wonder if she'll need all of us?'As she greeted each person, they could see her blue eyes and ruddy complexion, with freckles sprinkled across her nose and each cheek. Her lips seemed to curve almost naturally into a slight smile.
Finally reaching the sign indicating Sharnshield Mansion, she pauses and lifts her head to speak to the others. "Well, are you all out here to see about helping Martha?" she asks in a firm, warm voice. The wind pulls a bit at her kerchief and a few stray hairs as she waits for a response. Those examining her might notice she seems to just have a plain, light green dress beneath her cloak. No weapons or armor are immediately apparent.
At the sound of the redhaired woman's voice another one, coming from the other side of the wooden sign, replies
"I do... that's for sure..."
A young woman, tall with long blond hair tied in a braid that reaches until half her back, approaches them across the snow. She has a shovel in her hand, crossed by her shoulders and now that they notice, the snow in the path at the other side seems to have been cleared a little bit. At least to make the way easier for them. She wears a chain mail covered by a green cloak that doesn't really fits her and clearly has seen better days. Same can be said for her armor and rest of clothes.
"And before I saw her I decided to help her with the snow in her road. I guessed that some more people will head here to offer help. " she says as she leans down to a backpack that she left in the snow at one side of the road, along with the rest of her gear. She ties the shovel to the backpack and picks it up along with the rest of her gear, a shield, and a longsword. Tied to the backpack there is a black pot and a handaxe too. The whole thing clanks as the puts the backpack on.
"Adiwyn's the name. Pleased to meet you all. Shall we?"she says " Or did you have seen anymore coming? I do think that it would be good if we all go together so the woman doesn't have to repeat herself... " she smiles to the others and the smile reflects on her green eyes.
A short and stout figure comes hustling past those that have met along the path to the Sharnshield ranch. A well-worn simple brown cloak, covers similarly distressed leather armor. The click-clack of rocks in this one's satchel and the banging of a wooden shield at their back can be heard with each footfall as they pull themselves through the snow with a simple staff.
"This cold is for the birds," comes a gruff, feminine voice. "I guess that's not really true, now is it, since birds have sense enough to fly to the warmer parts when it gets like this."
Continuing towards the front door of the mansion, barely breaking stride, she adds. "If y'all are here to help out this Martha, maybe we can hold off on all the pleasantries until we get in out of this weather, hmm." The dwarf picks up her pace and hurries to get out of the cold.
A short and stout figure comes hustling past those that have met along the path to the Sharnshield ranch. A well-worn simple brown cloak, covers similarly distressed leather armor. The click-clack of rocks in this one's satchel and the banging of a wooden shield at their back can be heard with each footfall as they pull themselves through the snow with a simple staff.
"This cold is for the birds," comes a gruff, feminine voice. "I guess that's not really true, now is it, since birds have sense enough to fly to the warmer parts when it gets like this."
Continuing towards the front door of the mansion, barely breaking stride, she adds. "If y'all are here to help out this Martha, maybe we can hold off on all the pleasantries until we get in out of this weather, hmm." The dwarf picks up her pace and hurries to get out of the cold.
Do we have an OOC group message thread?
Lol! IYes and no, Salute_Monkey... I explain:
Because of the many applications, I finally decided to form two parties.
Both parties/campaigns will have their OOC and IC thread (and I will of course give details).
Point is, in this group I've got confirmations from all players already - so we started.
In your group I'm still waiting for one to confirm - and well, I'll replace him if he keeps us hanging.
As soon as I have the full party ready for your group also, I'll open your dedicated OOC and IC thread and notifica you all.
The hooded tiefling woman looks at the others gathered in the road to Shamshield Manor, and tries to smile widely enough to include everyone. As she does, she tries to see if anyone is in pain or injured; meanwhile her hand absently plays with the green leather pouch on the right side of her belt.
"I think you're all right to suppose we're all here for the same purpose, and I didn't see anyone else braving the weather as I came along, though I have been expecting my brother to join me. I'll talk to Martha about his joining us shortly ... he said there was something he wanted to "check out" first." She heaved a sigh. "If any of you are older sisters yourselves I"m sure I need say little more." She chuckles. "But anyway, you're all quite right about getting in out of the weather and meeting Martha as soon as may be, Nought keeping us from getting acquainted while we walk though. It's quite likely at least some of us might be working together, after all. My name's Quspira but only my brother Gaerquinor uses the full thing and its generally only to annoy me. I hope we'll be friends enough for you to call me Spira." She gently shakes the pouch she was playing with, and you hear small bottles clink. "I've taken a vow to ease pain where I find it, and that includes the pain in the rear being this cold is." She extracts a leather-clad flask from her pouch, takes a nip and then offers it around with a wink. "I've found this to warm a body up nicely, from guggle all the way up to zatch."
"Can't say I know much about being a big sis,"Rash says with a laugh as he accepts the flask. "Though I probably have a couple, seein' how my ol' man was a bard. Never met any of 'em, though. The name is Rashugri, by the way... but ya'll can call me Rash."
The half-orc takes a swig from the flask, before passing it over to the next member of the party.
As Adiwyn introduces herself, the red-haired woman replies in kind. "I'm Roxana. I'm sure the shoveling will be appreciated," she begins, as her eyes tilt up towards the sky. "Though I imagine the path will only be clear a short while. But yes, let's get headed inside before that changes." She starts to step along the path, now clear of snow at least, along with the others.
As she walks she turns to Quspira. "Got a younger brother and a younger sister. Plus an older sister. They ALL give me headaches some days!" Her tone is cheerful though as she comments on her siblings. When Rashugri offers the flask, Roxana holds up a hand to indicate she isn't interested.
Adwyn takes the flask and a sip from it "thanks, I was thirsty" she says pasing the flask "but all that work kept the cold away. If you want to keep the cold and hunger away just work little one" as my grandma used to say. Once more time she proves right" she says as they keep walking
A tall and strongly built human male with a long blade sheathed on his back had been coming up from behind the others, effortlessly walking the snow covered road in high leather boots and worn leather pants and jacket protecting him from the cold, his long white hair partly tied into a knot at the back of his head, his eyes yellow, almost like a predator's, moving like one too.
As the redhead turns to address the others by the sign of the Sharnshield Mansion he stops and and listens to the others pleasantries, quietly accepting the leather-clad flask and unceremoniously drinking from it before passing it on. "I'm Obadiah..." He says in a grim tone while sizing the others up. Two women, a half-orc and one of those devil spawn, this should prove interesting he thought with a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. And quite a talkative group too. Conversation had never been his strong suit and neither was he in no mood for it, he simply wanted to get inside now and hopefully have something warm to eat and drink after his long journey. As the others start walking again he comes along, walking in silence. It would be good to have a purpose again, anything that would keep him from brooding over his dark fate.
There is also a lightfoot halfling with you, although for now, perhaps focused on the possible challenges ahead, he takes no part in the conversation: he is about 3 feet tall and, for a halfling, has an athletic build and, despite his small stature, his physical presence is magnified by his vibrant energy and joyous demeanour.
His face is rounded, framed by a tumble of dark chestnut curls that dance about his ears and neck, now tousled by the wind. His eyes, a brilliant shade of sea-green, spark with mischief and boundless curiosity. A well-groomed beard encircles his mouth.
Hanging from his belt is a lute decorated with various trinkets on whose origins you cannot get a precise idea.
All together you are getting closer and closer to Sharnshield Manor.
A few attendants who, in spite of the weather, are moving the horses out do not seem surprised to see you—perhaps, given Martha's appeal, visits from strangers are not uncommon these days.
As you get close, a small half-elf young girl, with her blonde hair gathered in two braids on either side of her head, comes rushing out of the ranch and runs towards you, yelling in excitement (in common tongue): "Oh , may Lady Goldheart be praised, are you here to help my mistress Martha, I hope?"
"Yes, we are, let us head inside and meet with your mistress young one." The white-haired warrior answers, briefly forcing a friendly smile on his grim and dour demeanor, then striding on towards the manor. "And if you still see any signs of your road being cleared from snow you can thank that one." He adds as he passes the half-elven girl, briefly grinning back at the blonde armoured woman with the shovel tied to her backpack. "If this is about clearing the road she has it covered already."
The young half-elf girl lights up at Obadiah's words, barely allowing him to finish speaking: "That's really wonderful!"
She hurries you all in (pulling you at times by your clothes or by whatever part of you she can comfortably grasp): "Come then! Hurry! There is no time to lose! The mistress will be so glad to see you... Maybe at least you will be able to help her..."
She is leading you rapidly through simple and elegant wooden corridors, where the people you occasionally meet look at you sometimes with an air of condescension, sometimes with eyes veiled in sadness, sometimes with a sardonic smile.
For Roxana:
Roxana notes that, while all people seem really sad or concerned - probably because of this problem of Martha you still do not know so much of, some seem to distrutto or despise you, as if they might think you are here with not honest intentions.
Thia blows you past everyone with the energy of a small whirlwind.
"Oh, and thank you very much for the shoveling, noble heroine!" she finally ads, looking at Aidwyn "Very diffetent is the kind of help we need, but this will also greatly appreariated! In spite of you being a heroine, you seem to know something about farm working! You have been very kind".
“No problem” Aidwyn manages to reply between the energy talk of the half-elven maid. “I do hope we can help your Mistress” she said as they are guided towards the halls of the manor
“No problem” Aidwyn manages to reply between the energy talk of the half-elven maid. “I do hope we can help your Mistress” she said as they are guided towards the halls of the manor
"I'm sure you can do it!" the young replies "My mistress did not really deserve what happened... She is really a good one. I'm sure you'll be able to make things right. Don't care too much about what others are thinking; there must be something you can do".
The white-haired warrior walks confidently down simple and elegant wooden corridors and does not even seem to take notice of the looks the group gets from the household staff. "So what did happen to your mistress?"He asks bluntly in a grim tone, still following the young half-elven girl.
The white-haired warrior walks confidently down simple and elegant wooden corridors and does not even seem to take notice of the looks the group gets from the household staff. "So what did happen to your mistress?"He asks bluntly in a grim tone, still following the young half-elven girl.
"Oh, something terribile, mr big hero!" the young half-elf starts "Or better: something wonderful, but... Oh, well," she finally reachs an elegant wooden door, opening and letting you all inside "I guess it's better if I let herself do the talking. Here she is!"
Longsaddle, 28 Hammer 1500 DR, morning
It has recently stopped snowing on the open prairies north of Longsaddle and the gray skies raise fears that the snow may resume.
The cold wind makes you want to soon reach the big ranch you see from distance which, fortunately, from the sign (two crossed swords with a horizontal bar underneath) can only be the Sharnshield Mansion, the place to find this 'Martha' who has so urgent need of the services of adventurers.
Each of you can't help but notice the others - evidently, some for one reason or another, you're all headed to the Sharnshield Mansion. And with the weather so uninviting, there's a good chance you're all drawn to Martha's call for help...
(OOC: Each player please describe their character - at least what other characters see of they - and feel free to interact a bit with each other, more so when each player has described their character - so maybe it's easier for you to role-play the relative reactions, what to say, what to think...)
Quspira shivered a little as she walked slowly towards the sign of the crossed swords; mostly from sympathy for her fellow travelers, it is true, but still she felt the gesture would be courteous. She'd seen the coldness in a Berduskan priest's eyes as he barely held back the more vicious of his opinions about her being on the Watch sufficiently for her to only overhear half of the richest and most original "demonspawn" jabs. This wind couldn't possibly be half as icy as that. She hadn't figured out the wound in his soul yet, but she had been making progress on her little brother. And Gaer had been supposed to meet her at that inn, and he had never come ... she sighed. He'd left his silver flask so she knew he hadn't just ditched her, and she had to admit he probably knew how to take care of himself at least as well as she could by now. But this ... she looked at the sign with a suppressed chuckle, thinking of what he'd
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
Antar al'Barmeqi - goblin warlock (The Genie: Marid) 1, THE MOON OF THORNS
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 - Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Theris Dionte, shadar-kai rogue 1, Born of Stormmount
say about it.
"Shoulda kept those swords closed, girl, but then where would we be without somebody to pay us for our kindnesses though?," that's what he'd be saying. And betting his spare eye that little Dobbian waif was mixed up in it somehow, and he wouldn't be leaving too much doubt as to his opinion about exactly how. But he always had more of that blue-skinned devil stubbornness in him; she was willing to shift between the fire and the ice, so she was willing to admit sooner than he was that it was possible she was wrong and he really was mixed up in it. But damn Gaer, why did he have to be so brief-worded and cryptic>
She pulled her hood tighter around her ears, casting deep shadows over her black hair and short straight horns, her uncannily piercing violet eyes. and the subtle swirls of red and blue that pattern her face.
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
Antar al'Barmeqi - goblin warlock (The Genie: Marid) 1, THE MOON OF THORNS
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 - Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Theris Dionte, shadar-kai rogue 1, Born of Stormmount
A towering half-orc plods along the road, leaning slightly on his staff. Everything he is wearing seems to be crudely hand-made from animal skins; sturdy and efficient, but it doesn't look like aesthetic appeal was this man's primary concern. His calloused hand that grips the staff is a gray-green color, and his long brown hair is kept in dreadlocks that protrude from underneath his hood.
He pauses a moment to look at the others, not quite sure what to make of them. As his yellow eyes scan each of them, he pulls out a large leather book and scribbles down a few notes, nods, and then puts the book away. Though the man is certainly imposing, he doesn't look unfriendly. More curious than anything else, though it's difficult to gauge what exactly he's thinking.
The human woman in a long, drab green cloak trudged purposefully through the snow. Her long red hair, tied in two loose braids, is obvious coming out from the light brown kerchief atop her head. Though keeping any thoughts to herself, as she noticed others making their way in the same direction, she gave each a polite hello. 'I suppose all these folks must be interested in helping Martha. Wonder if she'll need all of us?' As she greeted each person, they could see her blue eyes and ruddy complexion, with freckles sprinkled across her nose and each cheek. Her lips seemed to curve almost naturally into a slight smile.
Finally reaching the sign indicating Sharnshield Mansion, she pauses and lifts her head to speak to the others. "Well, are you all out here to see about helping Martha?" she asks in a firm, warm voice. The wind pulls a bit at her kerchief and a few stray hairs as she waits for a response. Those examining her might notice she seems to just have a plain, light green dress beneath her cloak. No weapons or armor are immediately apparent.
Rabbit Sebrica | Skarai | Katryl Brightfury | Rylia Lionrage | Roxana Raincrest | Janek Whitmor | Lokilia Vaelphin
At the sound of the redhaired woman's voice another one, coming from the other side of the wooden sign, replies
"I do... that's for sure..."
A young woman, tall with long blond hair tied in a braid that reaches until half her back, approaches them across the snow. She has a shovel in her hand, crossed by her shoulders and now that they notice, the snow in the path at the other side seems to have been cleared a little bit. At least to make the way easier for them. She wears a chain mail covered by a green cloak that doesn't really fits her and clearly has seen better days. Same can be said for her armor and rest of clothes.
"And before I saw her I decided to help her with the snow in her road. I guessed that some more people will head here to offer help. " she says as she leans down to a backpack that she left in the snow at one side of the road, along with the rest of her gear. She ties the shovel to the backpack and picks it up along with the rest of her gear, a shield, and a longsword. Tied to the backpack there is a black pot and a handaxe too. The whole thing clanks as the puts the backpack on.
"Adiwyn's the name. Pleased to meet you all. Shall we?" she says " Or did you have seen anymore coming? I do think that it would be good if we all go together so the woman doesn't have to repeat herself... " she smiles to the others and the smile reflects on her green eyes.
PbP Character: A few ;)
A short and stout figure comes hustling past those that have met along the path to the Sharnshield ranch. A well-worn simple brown cloak, covers similarly distressed leather armor. The click-clack of rocks in this one's satchel and the banging of a wooden shield at their back can be heard with each footfall as they pull themselves through the snow with a simple staff.
"This cold is for the birds," comes a gruff, feminine voice. "I guess that's not really true, now is it, since birds have sense enough to fly to the warmer parts when it gets like this."
Continuing towards the front door of the mansion, barely breaking stride, she adds. "If y'all are here to help out this Martha, maybe we can hold off on all the pleasantries until we get in out of this weather, hmm." The dwarf picks up her pace and hurries to get out of the cold.
Do we have an OOC group message thread?
Lol! IYes and no, Salute_Monkey... I explain:
Because of the many applications, I finally decided to form two parties.
Both parties/campaigns will have their OOC and IC thread (and I will of course give details).
Point is, in this group I've got confirmations from all players already - so we started.
In your group I'm still waiting for one to confirm - and well, I'll replace him if he keeps us hanging.
As soon as I have the full party ready for your group also, I'll open your dedicated OOC and IC thread and notifica you all.
You'll see, it will not take long still.
The hooded tiefling woman looks at the others gathered in the road to Shamshield Manor, and tries to smile widely enough to include everyone. As she does, she tries to see if anyone is in pain or injured; meanwhile her hand absently plays with the green leather pouch on the right side of her belt.
"I think you're all right to suppose we're all here for the same purpose, and I didn't see anyone else braving the weather as I came along, though I have been expecting my brother to join me. I'll talk to Martha about his joining us shortly ... he said there was something he wanted to "check out" first." She heaved a sigh. "If any of you are older sisters yourselves I"m sure I need say little more." She chuckles. "But anyway, you're all quite right about getting in out of the weather and meeting Martha as soon as may be, Nought keeping us from getting acquainted while we walk though. It's quite likely at least some of us might be working together, after all. My name's Quspira but only my brother Gaerquinor uses the full thing and its generally only to annoy me. I hope we'll be friends enough for you to call me Spira." She gently shakes the pouch she was playing with, and you hear small bottles clink. "I've taken a vow to ease pain where I find it, and that includes the pain in the rear being this cold is." She extracts a leather-clad flask from her pouch, takes a nip and then offers it around with a wink. "I've found this to warm a body up nicely, from guggle all the way up to zatch."
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
Antar al'Barmeqi - goblin warlock (The Genie: Marid) 1, THE MOON OF THORNS
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 - Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Theris Dionte, shadar-kai rogue 1, Born of Stormmount
"Can't say I know much about being a big sis," Rash says with a laugh as he accepts the flask. "Though I probably have a couple, seein' how my ol' man was a bard. Never met any of 'em, though. The name is Rashugri, by the way... but ya'll can call me Rash."
The half-orc takes a swig from the flask, before passing it over to the next member of the party.
As Adiwyn introduces herself, the red-haired woman replies in kind. "I'm Roxana. I'm sure the shoveling will be appreciated," she begins, as her eyes tilt up towards the sky. "Though I imagine the path will only be clear a short while. But yes, let's get headed inside before that changes." She starts to step along the path, now clear of snow at least, along with the others.
As she walks she turns to Quspira. "Got a younger brother and a younger sister. Plus an older sister. They ALL give me headaches some days!" Her tone is cheerful though as she comments on her siblings. When Rashugri offers the flask, Roxana holds up a hand to indicate she isn't interested.
Rabbit Sebrica | Skarai | Katryl Brightfury | Rylia Lionrage | Roxana Raincrest | Janek Whitmor | Lokilia Vaelphin
Adwyn takes the flask and a sip from it "thanks, I was thirsty" she says pasing the flask "but all that work kept the cold away. If you want to keep the cold and hunger away just work little one" as my grandma used to say. Once more time she proves right" she says as they keep walking
PbP Character: A few ;)
A tall and strongly built human male with a long blade sheathed on his back had been coming up from behind the others, effortlessly walking the snow covered road in high leather boots and worn leather pants and jacket protecting him from the cold, his long white hair partly tied into a knot at the back of his head, his eyes yellow, almost like a predator's, moving like one too.
As the redhead turns to address the others by the sign of the Sharnshield Mansion he stops and and listens to the others pleasantries, quietly accepting the leather-clad flask and unceremoniously drinking from it before passing it on. "I'm Obadiah..." He says in a grim tone while sizing the others up. Two women, a half-orc and one of those devil spawn, this should prove interesting he thought with a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. And quite a talkative group too. Conversation had never been his strong suit and neither was he in no mood for it, he simply wanted to get inside now and hopefully have something warm to eat and drink after his long journey. As the others start walking again he comes along, walking in silence. It would be good to have a purpose again, anything that would keep him from brooding over his dark fate.
There is also a lightfoot halfling with you, although for now, perhaps focused on the possible challenges ahead, he takes no part in the conversation: he is about 3 feet tall and, for a halfling, has an athletic build and, despite his small stature, his physical presence is magnified by his vibrant energy and joyous demeanour.
His face is rounded, framed by a tumble of dark chestnut curls that dance about his ears and neck, now tousled by the wind. His eyes, a brilliant shade of sea-green, spark with mischief and boundless curiosity. A well-groomed beard encircles his mouth.
Hanging from his belt is a lute decorated with various trinkets on whose origins you cannot get a precise idea.
All together you are getting closer and closer to Sharnshield Manor.
A few attendants who, in spite of the weather, are moving the horses out do not seem surprised to see you—perhaps, given Martha's appeal, visits from strangers are not uncommon these days.
As you get close, a small half-elf young girl, with her blonde hair gathered in two braids on either side of her head, comes rushing out of the ranch and runs towards you, yelling in excitement (in common tongue): "Oh , may Lady Goldheart be praised, are you here to help my mistress Martha, I hope?"
"Yes, we are, let us head inside and meet with your mistress young one." The white-haired warrior answers, briefly forcing a friendly smile on his grim and dour demeanor, then striding on towards the manor. "And if you still see any signs of your road being cleared from snow you can thank that one." He adds as he passes the half-elven girl, briefly grinning back at the blonde armoured woman with the shovel tied to her backpack. "If this is about clearing the road she has it covered already."
The young half-elf girl lights up at Obadiah's words, barely allowing him to finish speaking: "That's really wonderful!"
She hurries you all in (pulling you at times by your clothes or by whatever part of you she can comfortably grasp): "Come then! Hurry! There is no time to lose! The mistress will be so glad to see you... Maybe at least you will be able to help her..."
She is leading you rapidly through simple and elegant wooden corridors, where the people you occasionally meet look at you sometimes with an air of condescension, sometimes with eyes veiled in sadness, sometimes with a sardonic smile.
For Roxana:
Roxana notes that, while all people seem really sad or concerned - probably because of this problem of Martha you still do not know so much of, some seem to distrutto or despise you, as if they might think you are here with not honest intentions.
Thia blows you past everyone with the energy of a small whirlwind.
"Oh, and thank you very much for the shoveling, noble heroine!" she finally ads, looking at Aidwyn "Very diffetent is the kind of help we need, but this will also greatly appreariated! In spite of you being a heroine, you seem to know something about farm working! You have been very kind".
“No problem” Aidwyn manages to reply between the energy talk of the half-elven maid.
“I do hope we can help your Mistress” she said as they are guided towards the halls of the manor
PbP Character: A few ;)
"I'm sure you can do it!" the young replies "My mistress did not really deserve what happened... She is really a good one. I'm sure you'll be able to make things right. Don't care too much about what others are thinking; there must be something you can do".
The white-haired warrior walks confidently down simple and elegant wooden corridors and does not even seem to take notice of the looks the group gets from the household staff. "So what did happen to your mistress?" He asks bluntly in a grim tone, still following the young half-elven girl.
"Oh, something terribile, mr big hero!" the young half-elf starts "Or better: something wonderful, but... Oh, well," she finally reachs an elegant wooden door, opening and letting you all inside "I guess it's better if I let herself do the talking. Here she is!"