At the southern gate of Neverwinter stands a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker. Accompanied by his human friend Sildar Hallwinter, both of them clearly were waiting for someone.
“Didn’t you said yesterday there will be an escort? Did you really post that ad? Maybe you were too busy drinking all night, eh?” - Sildar was just trying to fill the silence between them.
“You know the stakes are too high, I'll drink a lot of nights after we've done. Our escort company can be here in any moment, just chill” - Gundren replied.
“Why we really bother with bodyguards all of a sudden? The road to Phandalin was always favourable to us”- Sildar was sure they can make it alone.
“Better be sure we would make it this time too.”
OOC: PC’s should gather at this meeting point and after everyone will come, Gundren will instruct you about his mission.
A monk robed in a bright orange gi approaches the southern gate. He nods to Gundren and Sildar and finds a dry piece of ground, setting down his pack and spear.
Noticing a she elf, also waiting at the gate, he raises a hand in greeting "Hail, thought I might be early, but not early enough." He turns his hand towards his chest, indicating himself. "Thormund."
Shrugging his shoulders and nodding towards Gundren "It's for him to say, but I expect so. I think we are waiting on some other caravan guards before we get underway."
Thormund will absently stroke his beard as he chats with Kathleen "What brings a warrior like yourself to Neverwinter and more to the point, on to Phandalin?"
"Not much really. I'm just traveling the world to see as many places I can. I already spent the first 8 decades in my home town so I gotta make the remaining 82 decades count, right? What about you?" Kathleen says with a child-like smile. You can tell she's pretty excited to hit the road to Phandalin.
Stoic and Imposing, Azrael makes his way, with confident stride towards the appointed location. The opportunity to help protect a caravan may seem mundane or usual to others, but to him, he was furthering Bahamuts will, in some tiny way. His lengthy tail slithering behind him sinuously, never making a sound. Quarterstaff in hand as a walking stick, he would see a few beings already located and seeming to be waiting for something. As he approached, he called out to them, voice a tumultuously deep rumble, as if every word was an unintended growl. "Hail. It is my assumption you are the fellow guards meant for the Caravan?" he said.
Azrael stands, what to most beings, is a hulking 7"8', towering over most humanoids, and only dwarfed by some. His appearance is striking, for an Acolyte. His body looked physically-toned for one wearing the attire of a caster of any alignment. His bold Sapphire scales stand out in a crowd faintly gleaming in the sunlight, and his frosted-sky-blue eyes are piercing and powerful, possessing the slitted-pupils common among Dragonkin. His robes are eloquent and vibrant shades of Royal-Blue flowing around him. The trim, a brilliant Gold-Thread, four of which inlay in a whirlpool of threads to the center, as if they represented the Eye of a Storm, where they form a circle around a Platinum Dragon, suspended in midair. The dragons head would appear to be looking directly at whomever it was facing. Six leathery Angelic wings spreading out in the cardinal directions. Upon his neck, hanging from a simple, but strong iron-chain, you would see his Holy-Symbol, Marking him as a Follower of Bahamut, encircling a vibrantly swirling Violet-Orb. Most would feel a mixture of intimidation, and benevolence exuding from the aura of his presence. Ultimately, you would sense from him absolute, steadfast conviction, and the raw confidence that comes with it.
(Just realized I never said what Kathleen looks like)
Kathleen is quite tall by elf standards. She stands at 6ft 2 inches. Her skin has been darkened by continuous exposure to sunlight, to a light brown color. Her eyes are green and her hair is long and golden. Her facial features bear signs of nobility. This nobility is contradicted by her attire and the rough skin and toned muscles of her arms. Her hair is tied in a messy braid. She wears a white leather armor over grey traveler's clothes. She wears brown leather boots and grey pants. Simple leather pads, also painted white, are strapped on top of her pants to protect her shins and the sides of her thighs. Her armor and her clothes are sleeveless, exposing her arms and her shoulders. She wears a cheap metal pendant around her neck and a kind smile on her face.
Kathleen responds to Thormund "I think we'll both enjoy our trip to Phandalin then." She turns to the Dragonborn who just arrived and says, "Hello there! I'm guessing you'll be traveling with us? I'm Kathleen Burns. I look forward to traveling with you."
Thormund suddenly feels very small in the presence of his companions. He stands, pulling himself up to his full 4’11. Brushing the dirt off his gi as best he can. He looks at his hand, absently brushes it on his clothes and steps towards the blue dragon born hand outstretched. "I'm Thormund, pleased to meet you."
Thormund is a solidly built dwarf, sqaut and stocky. His body is weather beaten from a life on the road and his bright orange gi is frayed and dirty. A well kept scroll case hangs across his back. The leather is aged and covered with markings.
A series of thin blue lines run along his arms, chest and head which is shaved bald, interweaving and turning abruptly. You suspect they might cover his entire body. Thormund is well muscled, though likely through work, as while his arms and chest are thickly roped, his belly belies a love of ale.
He finished the last few steps towards those gathered, and halted. Shifting the staff to his back where it seemed to maintain itself, aloft. He smiled, exposing rows of sharp teeth, and a quartet of long canines, but there was no malice or threat in it. "An honor to meet you both, you may call me Azrael, though Azure is acceptable as well. However, I feel as though we're a few adventurers short." He says, scanning the area for whomever he could see. Taking Thormunds' thick hand in his own scaled one, offering a few polite shakes.
((Unfortunately, I need to pass out. I will be conscious again in roughly 6-7 hours. And will have 7-9 hours free after that. I'll check here first thing after I'm awake)
Thormund will take his hand back and return to his crossed legged position by his belongings. "Best get busy waiting then."
Closing his eyes, Thormund straightens his back and beguns to inhale and exhale deep and heavy breaths. He himself lightly and slightly discordantly, moving through a mantra.
Gundren seemed pleased as more and more volunteers came, he spoke to them:
“Hello everyone, my name is Gundren and this is my partner Sildar, when everyone assembles, I will explain our mission in detail, so I don’t need to do it twice. We are short on two people right now, let’s wait a bit.”
Sildar added:
“I hope you all know how to handle escorting missions, so we didn’t waste our gold? Was it 10 gp per person, Gundren?”
“10 gp per person after our safe arrival at Phandelver, Sildar. There isn’t any waste.”- Gundren answered.
Azrael noted the doubt in Sildars words, but did not seem to be bothered by it. Ultimately choosing not to respond to them. However, he would walk over to Gundren, saying "Well met Gundren. May our journey be blessed by Bahamuts' protection, so we may see ourselves safely to our destination. Should the worst occur, however, rest assured they will know my wrath." offering the Dwarf his hand to shake.
Azrael would once again scan the area, noting with the faintest bit of humor tinging his words "It seems though, that not all rise with the sun, and have chosen a leisurely breakfast!"
A little bit later another dwarf joins the group. "Hail fellow comrades. I'm Borak Battleaxe firstborn son of Garruk Battleaxe, the Brave secondborn son of Thorek Battleaxe the Pious. I guess that is enough for now. We can make a full introduction when all have gathered."Borak sports chainmail bearing a coat of arms depicting the Twin-axes of Clangeddin Silverbeard and almost matching them he carries a battleaxe on his back and a handaxe at his side. "Are you all part of the escort? Let's hope the enemies don't get scared away by our contingent of dwarves." His head is shaven bold and scarred but his beard is meticulously plaited into two long and white braids. "So what exactly are we supposed to do?"
Nodding to Gundren, "That is more than acceptable. If not for my need to eat, I would offer my services for free!"
Azrael turns, "Hai..." his greeting cut short as his eyes fell upon the twin-axed-symbol borne on the Dwarfs chain-mail. His eyes narrowed for a moment, before he simply turned away. He managed to then say "I will have to ask your forgiveness, Master Borak." his tail shifting now in mild annoyance. Clearly he was trying to choke his words down before he spoke more.
((Thanks to Moists post below me, I realize I may have overstepped my bounds by not doing a check, in a way, if you feel I did let me know and apologies if I did. Essentially, my character does not care who/what the other diety is, and has a certain bias against all dieties, good or bad, that are not Bahamut. I was intending to play this out IC, and I do feel there is a good reason for him to feel this way, plus I'm trying to add a little spice))
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Thormund opens his eyes and waves to the dwarf "Hail and well met." Noticing the unease that has come over the dragon born, he racks his brain to see if he can determine what has caused it, trying to remember if the stories his parents told him about his history mentioned the Battleaxes or the symbol of the crossed axes.
"Okay people, we are almost out of time, because we want to start moving before noon. For those who arrived right now i will repeat that my name is Gundren and this is my partner Sildar." - Slidar nodded.
Gundred was little beefy dwarf that looked more like a businesman, while Slidar clearly can be described as his bodyguard. Gundred wore no armour or any weapon, Slidar was in medium scaled armour had a sword in a sheath with a shield on his back.
"This mission for which you got hired is quite simple, down the road there is a wagon with mining supplies that we need to safely transport to Phandelver." - Gundren paused for a second.
"After that, everyone will receive 10 gp as a reward."- Gundren showed his purse as a proof
"If you have any questions before we leave, ask them now."- Gundren folded his arms, awaiting.
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At the southern gate of Neverwinter stands a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker. Accompanied by his human friend Sildar Hallwinter, both of them clearly were waiting for someone.
“Didn’t you said yesterday there will be an escort? Did you really post that ad? Maybe you were too busy drinking all night, eh?” - Sildar was just trying to fill the silence between them.
“You know the stakes are too high, I'll drink a lot of nights after we've done. Our escort company can be here in any moment, just chill” - Gundren replied.
“Why we really bother with bodyguards all of a sudden? The road to Phandalin was always favourable to us” - Sildar was sure they can make it alone.
“Better be sure we would make it this time too.”
OOC: PC’s should gather at this meeting point and after everyone will come, Gundren will instruct you about his mission.
Players:
Azrael Zinfandel Dragonborn Sorcerer
Borak Battleaxe Mountain Dwarf Cleric
Kathleen Burns High Elf Fighter
Runmera Firbolg Ranger
Thormund Silveraxe Dwarf Monk
Kathleen arrives at the southern gate to Neverwinter and takes a deep breath. "Alright! I can't wait to hit the road again," She says to herself.
A monk robed in a bright orange gi approaches the southern gate. He nods to Gundren and Sildar and finds a dry piece of ground, setting down his pack and spear.
Noticing a she elf, also waiting at the gate, he raises a hand in greeting "Hail, thought I might be early, but not early enough." He turns his hand towards his chest, indicating himself. "Thormund."
Kathleen waves to Thormund. "Hello there. Nice to meet you, Thormund. I'm Kathleen. I take it we'll be traveling together?"
Shrugging his shoulders and nodding towards Gundren "It's for him to say, but I expect so. I think we are waiting on some other caravan guards before we get underway."
Thormund will absently stroke his beard as he chats with Kathleen "What brings a warrior like yourself to Neverwinter and more to the point, on to Phandalin?"
"Not much really. I'm just traveling the world to see as many places I can. I already spent the first 8 decades in my home town so I gotta make the remaining 82 decades count, right? What about you?" Kathleen says with a child-like smile. You can tell she's pretty excited to hit the road to Phandalin.
Thormund laughs, "The same here, seeing what I can," Pointing to his gi, "doing what I can as well."
Stoic and Imposing, Azrael makes his way, with confident stride towards the appointed location. The opportunity to help protect a caravan may seem mundane or usual to others, but to him, he was furthering Bahamuts will, in some tiny way. His lengthy tail slithering behind him sinuously, never making a sound. Quarterstaff in hand as a walking stick, he would see a few beings already located and seeming to be waiting for something. As he approached, he called out to them, voice a tumultuously deep rumble, as if every word was an unintended growl. "Hail. It is my assumption you are the fellow guards meant for the Caravan?" he said.
Azrael stands, what to most beings, is a hulking 7"8', towering over most humanoids, and only dwarfed by some. His appearance is striking, for an Acolyte. His body looked physically-toned for one wearing the attire of a caster of any alignment. His bold Sapphire scales stand out in a crowd faintly gleaming in the sunlight, and his frosted-sky-blue eyes are piercing and powerful, possessing the slitted-pupils common among Dragonkin. His robes are eloquent and vibrant shades of Royal-Blue flowing around him. The trim, a brilliant Gold-Thread, four of which inlay in a whirlpool of threads to the center, as if they represented the Eye of a Storm, where they form a circle around a Platinum Dragon, suspended in midair. The dragons head would appear to be looking directly at whomever it was facing. Six leathery Angelic wings spreading out in the cardinal directions. Upon his neck, hanging from a simple, but strong iron-chain, you would see his Holy-Symbol, Marking him as a Follower of Bahamut, encircling a vibrantly swirling Violet-Orb. Most would feel a mixture of intimidation, and benevolence exuding from the aura of his presence. Ultimately, you would sense from him absolute, steadfast conviction, and the raw confidence that comes with it.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(Just realized I never said what Kathleen looks like)
Kathleen is quite tall by elf standards. She stands at 6ft 2 inches. Her skin has been darkened by continuous exposure to sunlight, to a light brown color. Her eyes are green and her hair is long and golden. Her facial features bear signs of nobility. This nobility is contradicted by her attire and the rough skin and toned muscles of her arms. Her hair is tied in a messy braid. She wears a white leather armor over grey traveler's clothes. She wears brown leather boots and grey pants. Simple leather pads, also painted white, are strapped on top of her pants to protect her shins and the sides of her thighs. Her armor and her clothes are sleeveless, exposing her arms and her shoulders. She wears a cheap metal pendant around her neck and a kind smile on her face.
Kathleen responds to Thormund "I think we'll both enjoy our trip to Phandalin then." She turns to the Dragonborn who just arrived and says, "Hello there! I'm guessing you'll be traveling with us? I'm Kathleen Burns. I look forward to traveling with you."
Thormund suddenly feels very small in the presence of his companions. He stands, pulling himself up to his full 4’11. Brushing the dirt off his gi as best he can. He looks at his hand, absently brushes it on his clothes and steps towards the blue dragon born hand outstretched. "I'm Thormund, pleased to meet you."
Thormund is a solidly built dwarf, sqaut and stocky. His body is weather beaten from a life on the road and his bright orange gi is frayed and dirty. A well kept scroll case hangs across his back. The leather is aged and covered with markings.
A series of thin blue lines run along his arms, chest and head which is shaved bald, interweaving and turning abruptly. You suspect they might cover his entire body. Thormund is well muscled, though likely through work, as while his arms and chest are thickly roped, his belly belies a love of ale.
He finished the last few steps towards those gathered, and halted. Shifting the staff to his back where it seemed to maintain itself, aloft. He smiled, exposing rows of sharp teeth, and a quartet of long canines, but there was no malice or threat in it. "An honor to meet you both, you may call me Azrael, though Azure is acceptable as well. However, I feel as though we're a few adventurers short." He says, scanning the area for whomever he could see. Taking Thormunds' thick hand in his own scaled one, offering a few polite shakes.
((Unfortunately, I need to pass out. I will be conscious again in roughly 6-7 hours. And will have 7-9 hours free after that. I'll check here first thing after I'm awake)
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Occassional Dungeon Master.
Thormund will take his hand back and return to his crossed legged position by his belongings. "Best get busy waiting then."
Closing his eyes, Thormund straightens his back and beguns to inhale and exhale deep and heavy breaths. He himself lightly and slightly discordantly, moving through a mantra.
Gundren seemed pleased as more and more volunteers came, he spoke to them:
“Hello everyone, my name is Gundren and this is my partner Sildar, when everyone assembles, I will explain our mission in detail, so I don’t need to do it twice. We are short on two people right now, let’s wait a bit.”
Sildar added:
“I hope you all know how to handle escorting missions, so we didn’t waste our gold? Was it 10 gp per person, Gundren?”
“10 gp per person after our safe arrival at Phandelver, Sildar. There isn’t any waste.” - Gundren answered.
Out of respect for Gundren, Thormund will end his meditation when he begins speaking, opening his eyes.
Once Thormund is sure they have finished, he resumes.
Azrael noted the doubt in Sildars words, but did not seem to be bothered by it. Ultimately choosing not to respond to them. However, he would walk over to Gundren, saying "Well met Gundren. May our journey be blessed by Bahamuts' protection, so we may see ourselves safely to our destination. Should the worst occur, however, rest assured they will know my wrath." offering the Dwarf his hand to shake.
Azrael would once again scan the area, noting with the faintest bit of humor tinging his words "It seems though, that not all rise with the sun, and have chosen a leisurely breakfast!"
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Borak
A little bit later another dwarf joins the group. "Hail fellow comrades. I'm Borak Battleaxe firstborn son of Garruk Battleaxe, the Brave secondborn son of Thorek Battleaxe the Pious. I guess that is enough for now. We can make a full introduction when all have gathered." Borak sports chainmail bearing a coat of arms depicting the Twin-axes of Clangeddin Silverbeard and almost matching them he carries a battleaxe on his back and a handaxe at his side. "Are you all part of the escort? Let's hope the enemies don't get scared away by our contingent of dwarves." His head is shaven bold and scarred but his beard is meticulously plaited into two long and white braids. "So what exactly are we supposed to do?"
Nodding to Gundren, "That is more than acceptable. If not for my need to eat, I would offer my services for free!"
Azrael turns, "Hai..." his greeting cut short as his eyes fell upon the twin-axed-symbol borne on the Dwarfs chain-mail. His eyes narrowed for a moment, before he simply turned away. He managed to then say "I will have to ask your forgiveness, Master Borak." his tail shifting now in mild annoyance. Clearly he was trying to choke his words down before he spoke more.
((Thanks to Moists post below me, I realize I may have overstepped my bounds by not doing a check, in a way, if you feel I did let me know and apologies if I did. Essentially, my character does not care who/what the other diety is, and has a certain bias against all dieties, good or bad, that are not Bahamut. I was intending to play this out IC, and I do feel there is a good reason for him to feel this way, plus I'm trying to add a little spice))
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Thormund opens his eyes and waves to the dwarf "Hail and well met." Noticing the unease that has come over the dragon born, he racks his brain to see if he can determine what has caused it, trying to remember if the stories his parents told him about his history mentioned the Battleaxes or the symbol of the crossed axes.
History - 8
Kathleen steps forward and introduces herself to Borak. "Nice to meet you Mr.Borak. I'm Kathleen Burns." She stretches her hand for a shake
Gundren cleared his throat before he spoke:
"Okay people, we are almost out of time, because we want to start moving before noon. For those who arrived right now i will repeat that my name is Gundren and this is my partner Sildar." - Slidar nodded.
Gundred was little beefy dwarf that looked more like a businesman, while Slidar clearly can be described as his bodyguard. Gundred wore no armour or any weapon, Slidar was in medium scaled armour had a sword in a sheath with a shield on his back.
"This mission for which you got hired is quite simple, down the road there is a wagon with mining supplies that we need to safely transport to Phandelver." - Gundren paused for a second.
"After that, everyone will receive 10 gp as a reward." - Gundren showed his purse as a proof
"If you have any questions before we leave, ask them now."- Gundren folded his arms, awaiting.