Day 1 – First Ten-day – Month of Eleasis (Highsun) – 1494 - ‘The Year of Twelve Warnings’
It is about 9.00 am and the sun has been up for about four hours now. Devin and Nilorin you have just climbed over 200 feet to the top of the spire and as you step out onto the platform that forms the top of ‘The Plinth’ you notice that it is empty; whether this is because it is the first day after the Midsummer Festival or for some other reason you don’t know. The other thing you notice is that a cold wind is gusting up to about 20 miles per hour is blowing and despite the bright sunshine it is shaping up to be a coolish day – topping out at about 70 degrees. About 10 minutes after you arrive on the platform you see a young female elf, about 5’4’’ in height, with copper coloured, short (it looks like it has been hacked) hair accompanied by a human who is only slightly taller with brown curly hair step out onto the platform. About another 10 minutes later, two humans holding their heads step out onto the platform.
Meiva and Bram when you step out onto the platform you see a young human male and a half-elf in deep discussion and looking around as if they are expecting somebody.
Jaylen, there is no doubt that you and Adama partied hard yesterday and the night before it. As you climb the 200 feet to the top of the spire you are starting to question why you are here. As you step out onto the platform you see an elf, a half-elf, and two humans in deep conversation.
OOC: if it helps think of the platform at the Plinth as being like the area where Saruman and Gandalf fought on the top of Isegnard.
Jaylen squints around at the others. Her breathing is labored after the many, many stairs. She's become accustomed to stairs after living so many months in the Tower of Luck, but her stubborn excess weight is always a load that affects her when doing more than she's used to. She adjusts her blue and silver robes and says to Adama loudly enough to be heard over the wind that is whipping her chin-length dirty blond hair, "Let's see what Lady Luck has in store for us with this lot." She moves in, attempting to ignore her pounding head.
Jaylen gives Adama a little bit of a frustrated look that quickly turns into one of understanding and sympathy. She arranges her face into one of pleasantry as her feet stop a polite distance away from the others. "I am Jaylen Greybender, a cleric from the Tower of Luck." The hem of her billowing robe, which drapes over her ample belly, flaps in a gust of wind. "This is Adama Mirallinan, my mentor, also one of Tymora's. Our Lady High Priestess bid us to attend this meeting atop the Plinth. Something about a task force?"
Devin looked up from his conversation with Nilorin as an elf and a human approached. Was that? Yes it was. Devin knew the man but not the elf.
Walking over to the two of them he greeted the man by name.
"Greetings Bram," He said, "Its been a while. How have you been? Have you seen Lara recently?"
He waves Noralin over. "Noralin, this is Bram of the Leaves. He is a friend of Lara, the druid that brought me to the House of Wonders. Bram, this is Noralin, my mentor."
He then looked to the elf.
"I am Devin. It is a pleasure to meet you."
As the other two approached he greets them as well.
"Devin is my name, a cleric in service to Mystra. Yes, I was summoned here for a task force."
"A pleasure? Maybe. I am Meiva, follower of Silvanus." The short elf's red-brown scarf is the only part of her that seems to move in the wind, her plain traveling clothes, leather armor, and short, badly-cut hair only ruffling slightly. Meiva nods towards Noralin and waits for Jaylen to speak before replying, moving a bit further from the edge of the platform.
"I am Meiva Auglathla, a cleric not from here. A taskforce, yes..."Meiva says, frowning at Jaylen's general torso area for just a second before looking her straight in the eyes, Meiva's own brown-white orbs narrowing to a slit. A second passes, then Meiva has turned away.
"How long do you think we will be required to be up here?" she asks Bram in a deceptively carefree tone after a moment.
As Jaylan, Meiva, and Devin and the others, with the exception of Adama who is sitting off to one side and holding his head in his hands, as if it might fall off, are deep in conversation, they hear a slight clanking sound. Onto the platform emerges a short dwarf - approximately 3 feet in height - with orange hair but unusually no eyebrows. Following one pace behind is some sort of largely metallic creature about five and a half feet in height. Emblazoned on its forehead is a symbol that looks the ‘Knight’ chess piece. Crystals of varying shades of red also adorn her outside. The other unusual feature that everybody notices – it is hard to miss – is that the creature only has two toes; despite this, it appears to be remarkably stable.
After a brief pause in which the two groups look at one another, the dim yellow glow in the warforged eye flickers red for a brief few moments. "There is one more here than what should be. Allow me to examine them." She approaches the larger gathering with at least one hand hovering close to a red battle axe strapped to her side. As Jayleen had spoken first, she starts with striding up within a foot of the woman. Neither threatening or moving away will keep D.O.R.K from getting within that foot radius of the woman.
She looks Jayleen over once, and then after a moment's silence, steps back and says, "You will suffice, Jaylen Graybender of the Tower of Luck." Without another word, she makes her way over to the others, repeating the process as names are given. Though it is hard to tell at a glance, D.O.R.K appears to take a special interest on how each individual shifts around whenever she approached them. At the first sign of someone moving towards Torunn, she immediately stops whatever she is doing to watch the exchange with a hand gripping the battleaxe tightly.
Other than that, once she has completed her rounds, she once again stands next to Torunn, and with a clang of metal on barely muffled metal from thumping her collar from saluting, she introduces herself. "Greetings fellow soldiers. I am the 'Living' construct 'Dedicated Operative of the Red Knight'. You may address me as DORK for short. Failure to use my designation without approval of my self, the Mother, or my brother here will not be tolerated." She says in a husky yet clearly synthesized voice. At some point during the last sentence, her eyes began glowing a dim purple, and she kept looking among the gathering as if in anticipation.
If after a moment no one does what was anticipated, she looks down to Torunn and says something in a soft tone with a heavy use of the letter 'v' in most of it. (think soft german dialect).
"I do not think they got the joke... What do I do?"
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Meiva stands her ground and looks DORK in the eye, the shield on her left arm, decorated with an oakleaf emblem, raised for combat.
"Meiva Auglathla, Cleric of Silvanus. And I care not whether you think I 'suffice,' metal one!" Meiva tells the warforged, jaw thrust forward pugnaciously. Her hand drifts towards the shortsword strapped to her belt.
When the warforged leaves, Meiva lets out a pent-up breath, but she watches DORK closely as the warforged completes her rounds. After DORK's own self-introduction, Meiva sighs, muttering to Bram.
"A constructed being? I suppose natural and artificial can be balanced, too, but this is surprising in a way that is not pleasing."
As DORK approaches and examines him Devin gives a bit of a snicker.
"Dork eh? I'm not sure I can do that. How about just 'D' for short? But if you really want Dork I guess I can do that. I am Devin in service to Mystra. "
As DORK steps toward Jaylen, she lifts her shield, which is painted to resemble Tymora's coin, and backs up a few steps until it is apparent the construct is not going to relent. Finally holding her ground (hiding behind her shield) and staring into DORK's red eyes, Jaylen growls, "Call off your abomination, dwarf!"
As everyone has done their introductions, Torunn takes a step forward. "I am Torunn, inventor from Lantan blessed by Gond."
As Jaylen insults D.O.R.K, he turns to her and says, "Stand down Red, I can handle this."
Turning back to Jaylen, for a second it looks like his eyes are glowing like a forges flame buy she cant be sure. "I would advise you don't address her like that, she is still learning the finer points of communication and interactions. And if by any chance she thought you had meant to insult her, that would lead to things getting messy. Seeing this odd mob of people in a random location, and maybe you disagree but I think we are meant to meet up here, so the last thing I want to do is piss off Gond, who sent me here, dont you agree?"
Think of the glowing eys as a minor use of Thaumaturgy, but not intentional for intimidation but more a result of him being angry at Jaylens comment, he probaly doesnt realise its happening.
Having calmed down, his eyes looking normal. "So lets start over. D.O.R.K and myself were sent here by our respective Gods, for a reason we are only just starting to guess at. I am assuming meeting you guys is part of the plan, but all I know is that Gond wouldnt have had me leave the workshop unless something big was brewing."
"Aha! So I wasn't the only one. If you don't mind friend, tell me what you know and maybe we can work whats instore for us. I think i might even know where we need to go next.
D.O.R.K eyes had gone full-on red at Jaylen, and her hand snapped close around the haft of her weapon. But at Torunn's request, she hesitates for a moment before allowing her stance to relax. She kept her eyes closely on Jaylen, though the tone stayed an angry red. "My brother is... correct. My intent was not to entice such negative responses. Such things are counter-productive to our next goal. Which should be to find out who the giants are currently most heavily interested in as an adversary, and rescue their currently captured Queen."
She points at both Jaylen and Meiva next. "As it will take our combined efforts to ensure the success of this objective, and those that follow, I humbly request for you two female dogs to get over yourselves, and assist. Or failing that, do not impede the Mother's Will, or there will be consequences." D.O.R.K states in no uncertain terms. She then looks to Devin, her eyes immediately shifting back into the usual dim yellow glow. "Belated Reply. So long as it is not 'Big D', that is acceptable. For as I have been thus far led to believe, that phrase is used to denote a male's.. personal... business." She said, though seemed to struggle near the end as if trying to find the right words.
But after a brief pause, she leans in with her hand cupped about her mouth, "There was a pun in there. Funny, wasn't it?"
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Devin looks around at the group assembled and then back to Torunn.
"What I know is this. The leader of our order had a dream. In this dream he saw the giants lined up in their hierarchy Hill Giant, Stone Giant, Frost Giant, Fire Giant, Cloud Giant and Storm Giant; then they suddenly started moving around as if the hierarchy was no longer fixed. This disturbed him. He consulted other leaders and they had concerns as well. They agreed to set up a taskforce to look into the matter and I was assigned to represent the Lady and the Weave on this matter. I was told to be here on this day at this hour to meet the other members of the task force. I can only assume that is all of you. I have spent my time before this day learning all I could about the giants as I have never seen one before. I even prayed to The Lady to grant me the skills to aid in this situation and she answered my prayers. Beyond that I do not know where to go from here. "
DORK's eyes turn blue as she cants her head to the side for a second, then rights it. "True. The Mother said visualized three others in this position. My apologies."The warforged bows at the waist, but kept an eye on Meiva the whole time.
"Query. Vague threats? Irritated? Please Explain."She asks, crossing her own arms and awkwardly shifting around to try and match Meiva's exact posture. Unfortunately, she can't seem to get it quite right. But this doesn't stop her from trying, even as her position becomes all the more ridiculous and incidentally mocking.
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Day 1 – First Ten-day – Month of Eleasis (Highsun) – 1494 - ‘The Year of Twelve Warnings’
It is about 9.00 am and the sun has been up for about four hours now. Devin and Nilorin you have just climbed over 200 feet to the top of the spire and as you step out onto the platform that forms the top of ‘The Plinth’ you notice that it is empty; whether this is because it is the first day after the Midsummer Festival or for some other reason you don’t know. The other thing you notice is that a cold wind is gusting up to about 20 miles per hour is blowing and despite the bright sunshine it is shaping up to be a coolish day – topping out at about 70 degrees. About 10 minutes after you arrive on the platform you see a young female elf, about 5’4’’ in height, with copper coloured, short (it looks like it has been hacked) hair accompanied by a human who is only slightly taller with brown curly hair step out onto the platform. About another 10 minutes later, two humans holding their heads step out onto the platform.
Meiva and Bram when you step out onto the platform you see a young human male and a half-elf in deep discussion and looking around as if they are expecting somebody.
Jaylen, there is no doubt that you and Adama partied hard yesterday and the night before it. As you climb the 200 feet to the top of the spire you are starting to question why you are here. As you step out onto the platform you see an elf, a half-elf, and two humans in deep conversation.
OOC: if it helps think of the platform at the Plinth as being like the area where Saruman and Gandalf fought on the top of Isegnard.
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Jaylen squints around at the others. Her breathing is labored after the many, many stairs. She's become accustomed to stairs after living so many months in the Tower of Luck, but her stubborn excess weight is always a load that affects her when doing more than she's used to. She adjusts her blue and silver robes and says to Adama loudly enough to be heard over the wind that is whipping her chin-length dirty blond hair, "Let's see what Lady Luck has in store for us with this lot." She moves in, attempting to ignore her pounding head.
"Please don't yell!" Adama says in a somewhat pained voice
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Jaylen gives Adama a little bit of a frustrated look that quickly turns into one of understanding and sympathy. She arranges her face into one of pleasantry as her feet stop a polite distance away from the others. "I am Jaylen Greybender, a cleric from the Tower of Luck." The hem of her billowing robe, which drapes over her ample belly, flaps in a gust of wind. "This is Adama Mirallinan, my mentor, also one of Tymora's. Our Lady High Priestess bid us to attend this meeting atop the Plinth. Something about a task force?"
Devin looked up from his conversation with Nilorin as an elf and a human approached. Was that? Yes it was. Devin knew the man but not the elf.
Walking over to the two of them he greeted the man by name.
"Greetings Bram," He said, "Its been a while. How have you been? Have you seen Lara recently?"
He waves Noralin over. "Noralin, this is Bram of the Leaves. He is a friend of Lara, the druid that brought me to the House of Wonders. Bram, this is Noralin, my mentor."
He then looked to the elf.
"I am Devin. It is a pleasure to meet you."
As the other two approached he greets them as well.
"Devin is my name, a cleric in service to Mystra. Yes, I was summoned here for a task force."
Meiva nods once, then shakes her head.
"A pleasure? Maybe. I am Meiva, follower of Silvanus." The short elf's red-brown scarf is the only part of her that seems to move in the wind, her plain traveling clothes, leather armor, and short, badly-cut hair only ruffling slightly. Meiva nods towards Noralin and waits for Jaylen to speak before replying, moving a bit further from the edge of the platform.
"I am Meiva Auglathla, a cleric not from here. A taskforce, yes..." Meiva says, frowning at Jaylen's general torso area for just a second before looking her straight in the eyes, Meiva's own brown-white orbs narrowing to a slit. A second passes, then Meiva has turned away.
"How long do you think we will be required to be up here?" she asks Bram in a deceptively carefree tone after a moment.
And that's all I have to say about that.
The platform on top of The Plinth
As Jaylan, Meiva, and Devin and the others, with the exception of Adama who is sitting off to one side and holding his head in his hands, as if it might fall off, are deep in conversation, they hear a slight clanking sound. Onto the platform emerges a short dwarf - approximately 3 feet in height - with orange hair but unusually no eyebrows. Following one pace behind is some sort of largely metallic creature about five and a half feet in height. Emblazoned on its forehead is a symbol that looks the ‘Knight’ chess piece. Crystals of varying shades of red also adorn her outside. The other unusual feature that everybody notices – it is hard to miss – is that the creature only has two toes; despite this, it appears to be remarkably stable.
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Jaylan pulls her eyes from the warforged and gives the dwarf a little nod. "Jaylen Graybender of the Tower of Luck," she introduces herself.
"I do not think they got the joke... What do I do?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Meiva stands her ground and looks DORK in the eye, the shield on her left arm, decorated with an oakleaf emblem, raised for combat.
"Meiva Auglathla, Cleric of Silvanus. And I care not whether you think I 'suffice,' metal one!" Meiva tells the warforged, jaw thrust forward pugnaciously. Her hand drifts towards the shortsword strapped to her belt.
When the warforged leaves, Meiva lets out a pent-up breath, but she watches DORK closely as the warforged completes her rounds. After DORK's own self-introduction, Meiva sighs, muttering to Bram.
"A constructed being? I suppose natural and artificial can be balanced, too, but this is surprising in a way that is not pleasing."
And that's all I have to say about that.
As DORK approaches and examines him Devin gives a bit of a snicker.
"Dork eh? I'm not sure I can do that. How about just 'D' for short? But if you really want Dork I guess I can do that. I am Devin in service to Mystra. "
He gives a short bow.
(Out of order, but not unusual for PbP.)
As DORK steps toward Jaylen, she lifts her shield, which is painted to resemble Tymora's coin, and backs up a few steps until it is apparent the construct is not going to relent. Finally holding her ground (hiding behind her shield) and staring into DORK's red eyes, Jaylen growls, "Call off your abomination, dwarf!"
Holding off on my next post till Torunn has a chance to speak. Because DORK might just try to throw a certain someone off the Plinth in her next post.
I'm Joking!
Mostly...
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
As everyone has done their introductions, Torunn takes a step forward. "I am Torunn, inventor from Lantan blessed by Gond."
As Jaylen insults D.O.R.K, he turns to her and says, "Stand down Red, I can handle this."
Turning back to Jaylen, for a second it looks like his eyes are glowing like a forges flame buy she cant be sure. "I would advise you don't address her like that, she is still learning the finer points of communication and interactions. And if by any chance she thought you had meant to insult her, that would lead to things getting messy. Seeing this odd mob of people in a random location, and maybe you disagree but I think we are meant to meet up here, so the last thing I want to do is piss off Gond, who sent me here, dont you agree?"
Think of the glowing eys as a minor use of Thaumaturgy, but not intentional for intimidation but more a result of him being angry at Jaylens comment, he probaly doesnt realise its happening.
Having calmed down, his eyes looking normal. "So lets start over. D.O.R.K and myself were sent here by our respective Gods, for a reason we are only just starting to guess at. I am assuming meeting you guys is part of the plan, but all I know is that Gond wouldnt have had me leave the workshop unless something big was brewing."
"Ha! Big, you can say that again Torunn. Giants! This is about giants! "
"Aha! So I wasn't the only one. If you don't mind friend, tell me what you know and maybe we can work whats instore for us. I think i might even know where we need to go next.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Your vague threats serve no further purpose than to irritate me," Meiva informs DORK brusquely, crossing her arms.
"Do you think any of us would be here if we did not intend to 'assist' in this quest?" she continues, glaring.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Devin looks around at the group assembled and then back to Torunn.
"What I know is this. The leader of our order had a dream. In this dream he saw the giants lined up in their hierarchy Hill Giant, Stone Giant, Frost Giant, Fire Giant, Cloud Giant and Storm Giant; then they suddenly started moving around as if the hierarchy was no longer fixed. This disturbed him. He consulted other leaders and they had concerns as well. They agreed to set up a taskforce to look into the matter and I was assigned to represent the Lady and the Weave on this matter. I was told to be here on this day at this hour to meet the other members of the task force. I can only assume that is all of you. I have spent my time before this day learning all I could about the giants as I have never seen one before. I even prayed to The Lady to grant me the skills to aid in this situation and she answered my prayers. Beyond that I do not know where to go from here. "
DORK's eyes turn blue as she cants her head to the side for a second, then rights it. "True. The Mother said visualized three others in this position. My apologies." The warforged bows at the waist, but kept an eye on Meiva the whole time.
"Query. Vague threats? Irritated? Please Explain." She asks, crossing her own arms and awkwardly shifting around to try and match Meiva's exact posture. Unfortunately, she can't seem to get it quite right. But this doesn't stop her from trying, even as her position becomes all the more ridiculous and incidentally mocking.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.