(Please note: this is NOT a repost. This is for the second of two Reign of Winter groups, and is a totally different game.)
The small, sleepy village of Heldren has never known such excitement nor such concern before. A mere week after the summer solstice celebration, the air was already feeling as crisp as a late autumn day, and hunters claimed that it had begun to snow in the nearby Border Wood.
As time went on, reports from the Border Wood grew more and more concerning: Old Man Dansby, whose farm lies closest to the Wood, claims that half of his crops were stolen, and that whatever was left behind died in the cold; the hunter Dryden Kepp has seemingly become obsessed with hunting a white weasel that he found in the Wood; and word has it that the gang of bandits, Rohkar's Raiders, has grown more daring in the cold.
But perhaps the most concerning of all is the uneasy feeling that has fallen over the Wood. Most hunters come back to Heldren saying the same thing; they constantly felt like they were being watched, but when they turned around there was nobody there.
Gossip, as it usually does in Heldren, has become wildly speculative. Word at the Silver Stoat is that the Qadirans to the south are to blame, though villagers would never dare letting Zaarida Safander, Qadiran wife of Elder Natharen, hear them say this.
The villagers initially thought they could continue living life normally, as though nothing were wrong and the snows would melt away in the morning, but after a week of this weather, they are no longer so sure.
Our four heroes cannot yet fathom the journey that awaits them as they begin their day on this lovely "summer" morning...
(OOC: Please respond with a short introduction of your character, what they're doing/thinking this morning, and their own thoughts on this weather. Please bold any dialogue.)
Introduction: Brytlyn is a dark-skinned dwarf with short black hair and dark green eyes. She currently goes by Brittany, and has a small blacksmith in Heldren, near the Silver Stoat.
Brytlyn yawned as she doused the shield in cold water. Just five to go. Leaving the forge, she headed past the set of leather armor in the corner to poke her head outside, and was greeted by a shock of cold. What the- She scowled up at the sky. It looked like it was going to snow. Snow! And it'd barely gotten any warmer then when she'd woken up hours earlier. Shaking her head, she grabbed some more wood from the shed. An unseasonably cold day was one thing, but a week straight of this weather? In summer? Something was definitely going on. Oh well. Puzzles would have to wait, because she still had two shields left to finish for the Watch. Maybe after she finished this one she could go get breakfast at the Stoat...
Introduction: Krakan is a much larger than average humanoid male with pale skin and milky blue eyes. He is a city watchman, usually stationed as a tower guard.
The rumors were buzzing through the city, and he could feel it. He had been instructed by his superiors to be extra vigilant, against what, he was not sure. The crisp summer morning was certainly out of place, but was welcome. Krakan's bones always felt a bit more at ease in the winter anyway.
"Maybe something exciting will actually happen around here." Krakan says to himself as he climbs the ladder to the guard tower.
He continues to replay the stories in his head, trying to remain alert. Something certainly doesn't feel right about those stories... Especially from experienced hunters and woodsmen... Something is different today.
Introduction: Calith is a light skinned male Half-Elf. He is currently visiting Heldren. He wears chain mail armor and bears a sword, shield and crossbow.
Calith stood in the Silver Stoat finishing up some work for Kale Garimos. Thanks again Kale for allowing me to stay here this last week. The summer solstice celebration was fantastic. I really enjoyed myself. I hadn't reallying planned on being here for it, but at least it made my stay here enjoyable.
Looking around to make sure his work was done he surveyed the room and saw that is was clean and ready for another day of business.
Is this cold weather normal for this area? I have traveled in the area of southern Taldor before, though never this far south and not to Heldren but I've never experienced weather like this.
Calith wished again for the umpteenth time that his father had let him have a horse. But he was so angry at the time that he would have nothing of it. At least he allowed him to take his gear, weapons and pack before leaving him here in this small town. Fortune had not been on his side that day. A day before the summer solstice celebration his father's caravan had come though Heldren working its way north again. They had been delivering and selling goods to villages and towns in preparation for the upcoming celebration. But then his father had gotten angry and removed him from service and had left him here. Calith had made his way to the inn, to find it was only a tavern. No rooms to rent! But Kale and Menander Garimos had kindly let him stay in the great room, as long as he did some work around the place. He had given them a few coins also in payment. He didn't take up much space as he didn't have much with him when his father had left him here. And it had now been a few days and no one had returned for him. He had hoped his father would relent and send a rider for him. Maybe this cold weather had not allowed him to and he was likely eager to move the caravan north to escape the cold. And the bandits, his father was likely long gone if the stories of the bandits were true.
Calith had wandered the town, it wasn't very big. He had been questioned by the local guard. The tall man, he looked like a giant, was not someone he wished to tangle with. Fortunately Calith was no fool and had given the guard no reason to bother him.
Kale looked at him. "No, this weather is not normal. Its summer, it should be getting warmer not colder. Strange things are going on. I'm sure you have heard the stories. Strange things are going on." Kale thanked him for the morning's work and dismissed Calith and turned back to his own work. Calith then left the inn and headed for the general store. He had heard the stories. Calith spent his evenings in the tavern and had heard all of the stories. He didn't know Kale well, but he could tell he was concerned. Business had been good though for Kale, the tavern likely busier than ever as this was the one place most came to talk to others. And so Calith had heard all of the stories. Calith stepped into the store and approached the counter.
What kind of cold weather clothing do you have? Anything at all? Calith figured if he was going to leave this town, he would have to do it on foot. He had been mulling this over in his mind for a couple days. His father obviously wasn't coming back for him. He had waited, hoping he would. Without enough coin to buy a horse, walking would have to be it. Townsfolk said no more caravans were expected for weeks. And now cold weather and snow. He'd need better clothing if he was going to walk in that.
Introduction Dar’quilyn Redn’Avir is a tall and slender elf. He moves like a feline, with agile and elegant movements, even walking. He carries a rapier at his side, and using a leather strip, a book hangs from his shoulder to his back. He wears fine but yet funcional traveler clothes, black cape with red embroiderement along it’s borders, a pattern that is reversed at his shirt. Black trousers with a red strip on their sides and leather boots.
The elf walks into the small village of Heldren in the cold morning breeze. He is happy to find this place for he was unprepared for this weird weather after the Solstice so the last days had been cold and rough for him. He motions to the first villager he crossed and ask him.
“Good morning and wellmet. I am a traveler and I was wondering if you know where I could acquire some clothes more... appropiate for this weather. Is this weather usual in this parts by this time of the year? It doesn’t seems... adequate”
He feels a little bit dumb chit chatting about the weather but he was rather surprised by the drop of the temperatures.
The villager that you stop, Dar'quilyn, is a young, human woman with short blond hair, carrying what appears to be a wool blanket. She seems startled by the sudden questioning, and stammers a bit before finding an answer. "Oh, I would probably look at Vivialla's general store for something like that, but I am not sure she would have much left in stock. It isn't exactly the season to be buying--"
She is cut off by the sudden clanging of a bell.
Clang-clang... clang... Clang-clang... clang...
As the bell continues in that sustained, rhythmic pattern, her expression changes to one of concern. Without another word, she takes off in the direction of the ringing. A quick glance around, and you notice the other villagers outside doing the same thing.
Brytlyn, you are so used to your early mornings in the blacksmith that you practically operate by the schedule of the bell as it rings in each new hour. It is too early, however, to be ringing in ten o'clock, and this bell is different. You notice it right away. This is the alarm bell, calling all villagers to the town hall for an emergency announcement.
Krakan, you hear the bell as you finally reach the top of Heldren's one guard tower, granting your wish for something exciting to happen. You know all too well what this bell means, and the punishment someone in your position would face from ignoring its call.
Kale, a thin woman with long, red-brown hair that is streaked with silver, looks at you, Calith. "I have some basic cold weather gear," she says, "but winter down here is never bad enough that we nee--" and she, too, is cut off by the bell. "Menander!" she calls.
"I hear it!" a gruff voice replies from upstairs.
"You'd better come, too," Kale says to you, Calith. "That's the alarm bell. All villagers are expected to meet at the town hall. And I bet it's about this damned weather."
(OOC: Even for small, incidental dialogue or interactions, I'd appreciate leaving all control of NPCs to me)
Krakan looks down at the villagers scurrying like ants. He descends as quickly as possible, which for the huge man, is not terribly quick. He approaches town hall, making sure that all of the villagers have heard the bell and are on their way. He peeks into buildings and calls to those inside. After feeling satisfied with his efforts he calls out once more, in his loud, booming voice; "EVERYBODY! TOWN HALL! NOW!" He smiles to himself, its nice to use his loud voice occasionally. He proceeds into the town hall to see what the fuss is about.
Dar’quilyn follows the young woman curious and a little bit concerned seeing the faces of the villegers. He keeps himself a little bit behind the young woman, and once he reach their destination he will keep himself at one side, just to see and her what’s happening but not in the middle of the crod. He doesn’t want to intrude their affairs.
Calith will wait for Kale and Menander to go to town hall and will go with them. He stays close to them and will wait to see what is going on. If they go separate he will go with Kale and stay with her.
Brytlyn's head jerks up at the sound, and she curses under her breath. Now she'll have to start the shield over. Quickly setting the half-molten pieces of steel aside, she heads for the town hall at top speed.
As the village's scant population crowds the front door of the town hall, Ionnia Teppen--a middle-aged human woman with short, gray hair--steps out, urging the crowd to back up. "Please, please, remain calm!"
"This is about the weather, isn't it?" one voice calls out from the crowd.
"When are you going to do something about this?" cries another.
"Have you contacted Oppara for aid?"
"My crops are dying!"
As the cries and demands of the villagers grow louder, Ionnia tries to raise her voice to be heard over the crowd. "...attack near the Border Wood!" is all you are able to make out.
"What else is new?"
"What does that have to do with the weather?"
Ionnia looks flushed and on the brink of tears as the crowd shouts at her. Two guards on either side of her take a step forward and place their hands on the hilts of their swords, and some of the more vocal villagers quiet down, granting a momentary reprieve. Those of you who have lived in Heldren for a while cannot remember the last time the villagers have been so riled up.
Krakan stands up, making sure his large form is noticable. He musters up as much power as he can and unleashes a loud should; "EVERYBODY QUIET!!! LET THE LADY SPEAK!!!"
Intimidation: 18
Krakan hopes to settle the crowd once and for all. He then looks toward Ionnia curiously.
Calith wasn't as concerned about the weather now as he was about hearing of an attack near the Border Wood. He knew that it was close. He begins to look around trying to get a feel for the crowd. (Wisdom and/or perception check)
Brytlyn scowls at the crowd's shouting, never a fan of senseless noise. When Krakan shouts, she gives him a quick, appreciative nod, then turns her eyes to Ionnia, shooting her a reassuring look as she waits for her to continue.
Krakan, the villagers easily recognize you position of authority in the village, and respectfully quiet down at your command. "Thank you, Krakan," Ionnia says, wiping a tear from her eye and addressing the crowd again. "The bandits have attacked the caravan of Lady Argentea Malassene outside the Border Wood as she was en route from Zimar to Oppara!" The silence of the crowd turned to murmurs and hushed whispers. "A survivor of the attack was discovered early this morning, and he has grave news. He claims that the bandits were not acting alone, but were aided by a group of fey creatures wielding powerful, cold magic. Together, the two groups kidnapped Lady Argentea and brought her deeper into the Wood."
Silence again.
"We are too far from Oppara to rely on timely military aid in this matter, and the High Sentinels have not been heard from for days. We are short on options here. He wishes to speak to any able-bodied person that is willing to attempt a rescue. He is currently being seen by Elder Natharen and Zaarida at the temple."
Dar'quilyn takes a step forward and raises his hand.
"Excuse me Mylady " he says " I just arrived to the village, but I will be glad to lend a hand in this matter. Dar'quilyn Redn'Avir is the name, at your service." he finish with a bow.
Krakan feels a sense of adventure rising in him. He can't help but to think that the time has finally come for him to defend the town gloriously as he has always imagined. "I would be more than willing to defend this town."
He thinks for a moment and makes a disappointing realization; "That is, if I may be temporarily discharged from my duties at the tower..."
He sits, hoping that he may be released from his duties long enough to solve this mystery and save the town.
Brytlyn debates with herself for a moment before shrugging and stepping forward. I'll come too. She glances over at the watch captain. Todd, your shields are just about done, only two left. Can you make do with the other 18 'til I get back?
(Please note: this is NOT a repost. This is for the second of two Reign of Winter groups, and is a totally different game.)
The small, sleepy village of Heldren has never known such excitement nor such concern before. A mere week after the summer solstice celebration, the air was already feeling as crisp as a late autumn day, and hunters claimed that it had begun to snow in the nearby Border Wood.
As time went on, reports from the Border Wood grew more and more concerning: Old Man Dansby, whose farm lies closest to the Wood, claims that half of his crops were stolen, and that whatever was left behind died in the cold; the hunter Dryden Kepp has seemingly become obsessed with hunting a white weasel that he found in the Wood; and word has it that the gang of bandits, Rohkar's Raiders, has grown more daring in the cold.
But perhaps the most concerning of all is the uneasy feeling that has fallen over the Wood. Most hunters come back to Heldren saying the same thing; they constantly felt like they were being watched, but when they turned around there was nobody there.
Gossip, as it usually does in Heldren, has become wildly speculative. Word at the Silver Stoat is that the Qadirans to the south are to blame, though villagers would never dare letting Zaarida Safander, Qadiran wife of Elder Natharen, hear them say this.
The villagers initially thought they could continue living life normally, as though nothing were wrong and the snows would melt away in the morning, but after a week of this weather, they are no longer so sure.
Our four heroes cannot yet fathom the journey that awaits them as they begin their day on this lovely "summer" morning...
(OOC: Please respond with a short introduction of your character, what they're doing/thinking this morning, and their own thoughts on this weather. Please bold any dialogue.)
Reign of Winter Groups A and B - DM
793.93 DUN
Introduction: Brytlyn is a dark-skinned dwarf with short black hair and dark green eyes. She currently goes by Brittany, and has a small blacksmith in Heldren, near the Silver Stoat.
Brytlyn yawned as she doused the shield in cold water. Just five to go. Leaving the forge, she headed past the set of leather armor in the corner to poke her head outside, and was greeted by a shock of cold. What the- She scowled up at the sky. It looked like it was going to snow. Snow! And it'd barely gotten any warmer then when she'd woken up hours earlier. Shaking her head, she grabbed some more wood from the shed. An unseasonably cold day was one thing, but a week straight of this weather? In summer? Something was definitely going on. Oh well. Puzzles would have to wait, because she still had two shields left to finish for the Watch. Maybe after she finished this one she could go get breakfast at the Stoat...
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Introduction: Krakan is a much larger than average humanoid male with pale skin and milky blue eyes. He is a city watchman, usually stationed as a tower guard.
The rumors were buzzing through the city, and he could feel it. He had been instructed by his superiors to be extra vigilant, against what, he was not sure. The crisp summer morning was certainly out of place, but was welcome. Krakan's bones always felt a bit more at ease in the winter anyway.
"Maybe something exciting will actually happen around here." Krakan says to himself as he climbs the ladder to the guard tower.
He continues to replay the stories in his head, trying to remain alert. Something certainly doesn't feel right about those stories... Especially from experienced hunters and woodsmen... Something is different today.
||PbP: Tarvyn's World... DM||
Introduction: Calith is a light skinned male Half-Elf. He is currently visiting Heldren. He wears chain mail armor and bears a sword, shield and crossbow.
Calith stood in the Silver Stoat finishing up some work for Kale Garimos. Thanks again Kale for allowing me to stay here this last week. The summer solstice celebration was fantastic. I really enjoyed myself. I hadn't reallying planned on being here for it, but at least it made my stay here enjoyable.
Looking around to make sure his work was done he surveyed the room and saw that is was clean and ready for another day of business.
Is this cold weather normal for this area? I have traveled in the area of southern Taldor before, though never this far south and not to Heldren but I've never experienced weather like this.
Calith wished again for the umpteenth time that his father had let him have a horse. But he was so angry at the time that he would have nothing of it. At least he allowed him to take his gear, weapons and pack before leaving him here in this small town. Fortune had not been on his side that day. A day before the summer solstice celebration his father's caravan had come though Heldren working its way north again. They had been delivering and selling goods to villages and towns in preparation for the upcoming celebration. But then his father had gotten angry and removed him from service and had left him here. Calith had made his way to the inn, to find it was only a tavern. No rooms to rent! But Kale and Menander Garimos had kindly let him stay in the great room, as long as he did some work around the place. He had given them a few coins also in payment. He didn't take up much space as he didn't have much with him when his father had left him here. And it had now been a few days and no one had returned for him. He had hoped his father would relent and send a rider for him. Maybe this cold weather had not allowed him to and he was likely eager to move the caravan north to escape the cold. And the bandits, his father was likely long gone if the stories of the bandits were true.
Calith had wandered the town, it wasn't very big. He had been questioned by the local guard. The tall man, he looked like a giant, was not someone he wished to tangle with. Fortunately Calith was no fool and had given the guard no reason to bother him.
Kale looked at him. "No, this weather is not normal. Its summer, it should be getting warmer not colder. Strange things are going on. I'm sure you have heard the stories. Strange things are going on." Kale thanked him for the morning's work and dismissed Calith and turned back to his own work. Calith then left the inn and headed for the general store. He had heard the stories. Calith spent his evenings in the tavern and had heard all of the stories. He didn't know Kale well, but he could tell he was concerned. Business had been good though for Kale, the tavern likely busier than ever as this was the one place most came to talk to others. And so Calith had heard all of the stories. Calith stepped into the store and approached the counter.
What kind of cold weather clothing do you have? Anything at all? Calith figured if he was going to leave this town, he would have to do it on foot. He had been mulling this over in his mind for a couple days. His father obviously wasn't coming back for him. He had waited, hoping he would. Without enough coin to buy a horse, walking would have to be it. Townsfolk said no more caravans were expected for weeks. And now cold weather and snow. He'd need better clothing if he was going to walk in that.
Introduction Dar’quilyn Redn’Avir is a tall and slender elf. He moves like a feline, with agile and elegant movements, even walking. He carries a rapier at his side, and using a leather strip, a book hangs from his shoulder to his back. He wears fine but yet funcional traveler clothes, black cape with red embroiderement along it’s borders, a pattern that is reversed at his shirt. Black trousers with a red strip on their sides and leather boots.
The elf walks into the small village of Heldren in the cold morning breeze. He is happy to find this place for he was unprepared for this weird weather after the Solstice so the last days had been cold and rough for him. He motions to the first villager he crossed and ask him.
“Good morning and wellmet. I am a traveler and I was wondering if you know where I could acquire some clothes more... appropiate for this weather. Is this weather usual in this parts by this time of the year? It doesn’t seems... adequate”
He feels a little bit dumb chit chatting about the weather but he was rather surprised by the drop of the temperatures.
PbP Character: A few ;)
The villager that you stop, Dar'quilyn, is a young, human woman with short blond hair, carrying what appears to be a wool blanket. She seems startled by the sudden questioning, and stammers a bit before finding an answer. "Oh, I would probably look at Vivialla's general store for something like that, but I am not sure she would have much left in stock. It isn't exactly the season to be buying--"
She is cut off by the sudden clanging of a bell.
Clang-clang... clang...
Clang-clang... clang...
As the bell continues in that sustained, rhythmic pattern, her expression changes to one of concern. Without another word, she takes off in the direction of the ringing. A quick glance around, and you notice the other villagers outside doing the same thing.
Brytlyn, you are so used to your early mornings in the blacksmith that you practically operate by the schedule of the bell as it rings in each new hour. It is too early, however, to be ringing in ten o'clock, and this bell is different. You notice it right away. This is the alarm bell, calling all villagers to the town hall for an emergency announcement.
Krakan, you hear the bell as you finally reach the top of Heldren's one guard tower, granting your wish for something exciting to happen. You know all too well what this bell means, and the punishment someone in your position would face from ignoring its call.
Kale, a thin woman with long, red-brown hair that is streaked with silver, looks at you, Calith. "I have some basic cold weather gear," she says, "but winter down here is never bad enough that we nee--" and she, too, is cut off by the bell. "Menander!" she calls.
"I hear it!" a gruff voice replies from upstairs.
"You'd better come, too," Kale says to you, Calith. "That's the alarm bell. All villagers are expected to meet at the town hall. And I bet it's about this damned weather."
(OOC: Even for small, incidental dialogue or interactions, I'd appreciate leaving all control of NPCs to me)
Reign of Winter Groups A and B - DM
793.93 DUN
Krakan looks down at the villagers scurrying like ants. He descends as quickly as possible, which for the huge man, is not terribly quick. He approaches town hall, making sure that all of the villagers have heard the bell and are on their way. He peeks into buildings and calls to those inside. After feeling satisfied with his efforts he calls out once more, in his loud, booming voice; "EVERYBODY! TOWN HALL! NOW!" He smiles to himself, its nice to use his loud voice occasionally. He proceeds into the town hall to see what the fuss is about.
||PbP: Tarvyn's World... DM||
Dar’quilyn follows the young woman curious and a little bit concerned seeing the faces of the villegers. He keeps himself a little bit behind the young woman, and once he reach their destination he will keep himself at one side, just to see and her what’s happening but not in the middle of the crod. He doesn’t want to intrude their affairs.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Calith will wait for Kale and Menander to go to town hall and will go with them. He stays close to them and will wait to see what is going on. If they go separate he will go with Kale and stay with her.
Brytlyn's head jerks up at the sound, and she curses under her breath. Now she'll have to start the shield over. Quickly setting the half-molten pieces of steel aside, she heads for the town hall at top speed.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
As the village's scant population crowds the front door of the town hall, Ionnia Teppen--a middle-aged human woman with short, gray hair--steps out, urging the crowd to back up. "Please, please, remain calm!"
"This is about the weather, isn't it?" one voice calls out from the crowd.
"When are you going to do something about this?" cries another.
"Have you contacted Oppara for aid?"
"My crops are dying!"
As the cries and demands of the villagers grow louder, Ionnia tries to raise her voice to be heard over the crowd. "...attack near the Border Wood!" is all you are able to make out.
"What else is new?"
"What does that have to do with the weather?"
Ionnia looks flushed and on the brink of tears as the crowd shouts at her. Two guards on either side of her take a step forward and place their hands on the hilts of their swords, and some of the more vocal villagers quiet down, granting a momentary reprieve. Those of you who have lived in Heldren for a while cannot remember the last time the villagers have been so riled up.
Reign of Winter Groups A and B - DM
793.93 DUN
Krakan stands up, making sure his large form is noticable. He musters up as much power as he can and unleashes a loud should; "EVERYBODY QUIET!!! LET THE LADY SPEAK!!!"
Intimidation: 18
Krakan hopes to settle the crowd once and for all. He then looks toward Ionnia curiously.
||PbP: Tarvyn's World... DM||
Calith wasn't as concerned about the weather now as he was about hearing of an attack near the Border Wood. He knew that it was close. He begins to look around trying to get a feel for the crowd. (Wisdom and/or perception check)
He continues to stay close to Kale and Menander.
Brytlyn scowls at the crowd's shouting, never a fan of senseless noise. When Krakan shouts, she gives him a quick, appreciative nod, then turns her eyes to Ionnia, shooting her a reassuring look as she waits for her to continue.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
The elf, wanting to hear more, takes a couple of steps forward waiting for the people to calm down, specially after the shout of the man.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Calith, you may roll a Perception check.
Krakan, the villagers easily recognize you position of authority in the village, and respectfully quiet down at your command. "Thank you, Krakan," Ionnia says, wiping a tear from her eye and addressing the crowd again. "The bandits have attacked the caravan of Lady Argentea Malassene outside the Border Wood as she was en route from Zimar to Oppara!" The silence of the crowd turned to murmurs and hushed whispers. "A survivor of the attack was discovered early this morning, and he has grave news. He claims that the bandits were not acting alone, but were aided by a group of fey creatures wielding powerful, cold magic. Together, the two groups kidnapped Lady Argentea and brought her deeper into the Wood."
Silence again.
"We are too far from Oppara to rely on timely military aid in this matter, and the High Sentinels have not been heard from for days. We are short on options here. He wishes to speak to any able-bodied person that is willing to attempt a rescue. He is currently being seen by Elder Natharen and Zaarida at the temple."
Reign of Winter Groups A and B - DM
793.93 DUN
Dar'quilyn takes a step forward and raises his hand.
"Excuse me Mylady " he says " I just arrived to the village, but I will be glad to lend a hand in this matter. Dar'quilyn Redn'Avir is the name, at your service." he finish with a bow.
PbP Character: A few ;)
10
Krakan feels a sense of adventure rising in him. He can't help but to think that the time has finally come for him to defend the town gloriously as he has always imagined. "I would be more than willing to defend this town."
He thinks for a moment and makes a disappointing realization; "That is, if I may be temporarily discharged from my duties at the tower..."
He sits, hoping that he may be released from his duties long enough to solve this mystery and save the town.
||PbP: Tarvyn's World... DM||
Brytlyn debates with herself for a moment before shrugging and stepping forward. I'll come too. She glances over at the watch captain. Todd, your shields are just about done, only two left. Can you make do with the other 18 'til I get back?
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!