Sinjin listens, leaning on his quarterstaff "Well I'm not sure about the rest of this lot, but I'll be 'appy to help you Mr Sledge." He smirked "I might be old as dirt but a good mystery sounds intriguing." Sinjin stroked his beard and stared into the fire. He couldn't see the humans moving the tables in because of his bad eyesight. The light of the fire allowed everyone to see Sinjins white eyes.
Blobbin scrunches up his face and rubbing his belly says "Hmm. There will be much to plan and I had received word of more charges on their way. I hesitate to wait on them overlong, but we shall burn that bridge when we get to it eh? When we retire from the fire we will consult some of my maps, but if memory serves there is a southern route that intersects the western trade road somewhere near Firdale if I recall. Until we know more it's difficult to say what resources to dedicate to this problem."
Both Sledge and Fyr are nodding along and Sledge offers "Perhaps you haven't heard Master Blobbin, but Firdale has come on tough times of it's own. I fear those roads are not as safe as they once were"
Blobbin turns to the party. "Well, my charges. Sinjin has put in his vote. This is very unorthodox. We would usually spend some time prepping your skills and working in the training yard but it seems a matter most urgent. How do the rest of you feel about starting your training with some paying work?"
While the others decided, Sinjin made his way over to the tables covered in refreshments. The Gnome grazed over with his plate in one hand, picking up whatever blob looked interesting. He poured himself some wine, suprisingly not spilling the cup. Sinjin makes his way back to the fire to consume his food.. choosing just to plop down on the dirt since it wasn't that far of a fall.
Rhogar ,a tall black dragonborn, is wandering around trying to find the blobbins camp. He noticed a camp fire. Feeling tired of walking around for days and oddly sociable, Rhogar walks over to the campfire to see if he finally made it. With a weary smile rhogar walks up the fire and notices the mintoruar and the half elf near the fire.
Rhogar feeling a bit more lively greets them. “ greetings I hope I’m not intruding.”
As he sits by the fire.
“My name is Rhogar. I’m looking for blobbins camp. Per chance any of you have heard of it?
A portly halfling rises from his stool to greet you. "Blobbin you have found! Greetings, greetings." He gives you a slight bow. "the birds were chirping of a scaled one approaching. I imagine that is you and not something more...Menacing. You know I met a dragon once" he begins.
Both Sledge and Fyr groan loudly saying in unison "Not the Dragon story again"
Blobbin looking a little put off waves his hand dismissively "hrph. Perhaps you should fill in my new charge on what we've been discussing then"
Sledge and Fyr give you a recap of what's been discussed so far.
Rhogar filled with excitement greets blobbins, and chuckles at the easy going nature of the camp. While warming his scales by the fire, Rhogar takes a minute to condsider what Sledge and Fyr just told him. Rhogar stands up and stretches lazily. Knowing It might be one of the last times he will be able to do so for a while.
Rhogar adresses the camp with excitement “ We should head out immediately! If people need our help we will get our experience on the road.”
While all of this is transpiring, Tauriel sat fixated at the food spread out before her. Her stomach growls loudly and she ravenously eats from the table. With a mouthful of cheese Tauriel eagerly shouts, "Coumt me im toof!"
She grabs a bottle of wine and downs it all to wash down the food and gives a satisfied sigh as a smile spread across her face, hunger fulfilled. "Count me in too! As an adventurer, I'm willing to help anyone in need!" she repeats while flexing one of her biceps.
Sinjin heard footsteps approach and he took his orb from his pocket, placing it over his eye. "Well I'll be damned, i haven't seen a dragonborn in a milinea. I'm Sinjin, Sinjin milktoast." He greeted and took a swig of the wine from the table. Sinjin saw the yearn for adventure in Rhogars eye. "I'm just as exited as you my scaley friend! But let's plan this out. I wouldn't want to meet my end at the hand of some wretched caravan bandits. " He took a piece of cheese from his plate and delicately placed it on his own mouth. "I think we should go on a scouting run. Maybe run a bluff caravan and try to catch the bandits with their pants down. "
Blobbin eyes Roghar kindly. "Well it is good to see you so ready to help but there is still some planning to do. Don't fear, my young charge, if it is indeed everyone's intention to help then morning will be soon enough to start. Please grab a cup and plate. You must be hungry from your travels."
"Sounds like a plan Mr. Blobbin." Tauriel sits back down and resumes eating, albeit slower than before. She glances at Rhogar and asks, "I've only heard of dragons in the fairy tales Ma and Pa used to tell me as a child, but aren't you supposed to have wings and breathe fire or something?"
Rhogar gives a loud boisterous laugh and walks over to the table prepared with food. He fills up a plate and plops back down. Rhogar gives the camp a wry smile and says “aye better to put the horse before the cart. I was looking forward to relaxing a bit, it’s good for the scales.” Rhogar smacks his shin and dust flies off his scales showing shimmering black scales underneath.
Sinjin agrees with relaxing for a bit. He refilled his plate before sitting down with a whole bottle of wine this time. The gnome listens to the other members conversations while sitting blindly. Sinjin stretched his stubby legs out and yawned.
Oslamir quietly fixes a plate to eat, listening to the new arrival in amazement before finaly speaking up, "I had hoped for a bit of training first but with a Minotaur and a Dragon on our side what could we possibly have to fear?" Olamir introduces himself to Rhogar and then turns back to the group. "If we're going to be traveling together, I suppose there is something I should tell you. I have only recently discovered that I may posses a small gift of magic but to be honest, I'm not really sure how to use it or what practical use it may have, if any. Not to worry though, if all else fails I'm a pretty good shot with this crossbow! If I can be of help, count me in."
Turning away from the group so only Blobbin can hear, "You did say paying work, right?"
A stout, if slightly pudgy dwarf enters, dressed in simple scale mail under a gold tunic customary of the Acolytes of Apollo faded and caked with the grime of travel. With a mace at his side and small shield on his back, the dwarf approaches the fire pit, hands outstretched to take in the warmth of the flames.
He clears his throat before entering the conversation.
I am Tordal, a cleric and Acolyte to Apollo. I have traveled far from my small village in the southern hills to spread the Lord's Light and purify this world of evil. On my journey I have been told to seek the estate of an old halfling who trains like-minded folks. Have I come to the right place?
OOC: Thank you all for the good roleplay so far! There were a couple others who wanted to join but didn't follow through so I'm going to close recruitment. If they decide to join in Iater I'll work them in, or not, depending on how we all feel. I think we've already got a good group dynamic building so I may leave it how it is. More story to follow :)
Sinjin listens, leaning on his quarterstaff "Well I'm not sure about the rest of this lot, but I'll be 'appy to help you Mr Sledge." He smirked "I might be old as dirt but a good mystery sounds intriguing." Sinjin stroked his beard and stared into the fire. He couldn't see the humans moving the tables in because of his bad eyesight. The light of the fire allowed everyone to see Sinjins white eyes.
Blobbin scrunches up his face and rubbing his belly says "Hmm. There will be much to plan and I had received word of more charges on their way. I hesitate to wait on them overlong, but we shall burn that bridge when we get to it eh? When we retire from the fire we will consult some of my maps, but if memory serves there is a southern route that intersects the western trade road somewhere near Firdale if I recall. Until we know more it's difficult to say what resources to dedicate to this problem."
Both Sledge and Fyr are nodding along and Sledge offers "Perhaps you haven't heard Master Blobbin, but Firdale has come on tough times of it's own. I fear those roads are not as safe as they once were"
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Blobbin turns to the party. "Well, my charges. Sinjin has put in his vote. This is very unorthodox. We would usually spend some time prepping your skills and working in the training yard but it seems a matter most urgent. How do the rest of you feel about starting your training with some paying work?"
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While the others decided, Sinjin made his way over to the tables covered in refreshments. The Gnome grazed over with his plate in one hand, picking up whatever blob looked interesting. He poured himself some wine, suprisingly not spilling the cup. Sinjin makes his way back to the fire to consume his food.. choosing just to plop down on the dirt since it wasn't that far of a fall.
Rhogar ,a tall black dragonborn, is wandering around trying to find the blobbins camp. He noticed a camp fire. Feeling tired of walking around for days and oddly sociable, Rhogar walks over to the campfire to see if he finally made it. With a weary smile rhogar walks up the fire and notices the mintoruar and the half elf near the fire.
Rhogar feeling a bit more lively greets them. “ greetings I hope I’m not intruding.”
As he sits by the fire.
“My name is Rhogar. I’m looking for blobbins camp. Per chance any of you have heard of it?
A portly halfling rises from his stool to greet you. "Blobbin you have found! Greetings, greetings." He gives you a slight bow. "the birds were chirping of a scaled one approaching. I imagine that is you and not something more...Menacing. You know I met a dragon once" he begins.
Both Sledge and Fyr groan loudly saying in unison "Not the Dragon story again"
Blobbin looking a little put off waves his hand dismissively "hrph. Perhaps you should fill in my new charge on what we've been discussing then"
Sledge and Fyr give you a recap of what's been discussed so far.
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Rhogar filled with excitement greets blobbins, and chuckles at the easy going nature of the camp. While warming his scales by the fire, Rhogar takes a minute to condsider what Sledge and Fyr just told him. Rhogar stands up and stretches lazily. Knowing It might be one of the last times he will be able to do so for a while.
Rhogar adresses the camp with excitement “ We should head out immediately! If people need our help we will get our experience on the road.”
While all of this is transpiring, Tauriel sat fixated at the food spread out before her. Her stomach growls loudly and she ravenously eats from the table. With a mouthful of cheese Tauriel eagerly shouts, "Coumt me im toof!"
She grabs a bottle of wine and downs it all to wash down the food and gives a satisfied sigh as a smile spread across her face, hunger fulfilled. "Count me in too! As an adventurer, I'm willing to help anyone in need!" she repeats while flexing one of her biceps.
Sinjin heard footsteps approach and he took his orb from his pocket, placing it over his eye. "Well I'll be damned, i haven't seen a dragonborn in a milinea. I'm Sinjin, Sinjin milktoast." He greeted and took a swig of the wine from the table. Sinjin saw the yearn for adventure in Rhogars eye. "I'm just as exited as you my scaley friend! But let's plan this out. I wouldn't want to meet my end at the hand of some wretched caravan bandits. " He took a piece of cheese from his plate and delicately placed it on his own mouth. "I think we should go on a scouting run. Maybe run a bluff caravan and try to catch the bandits with their pants down. "
Blobbin eyes Roghar kindly. "Well it is good to see you so ready to help but there is still some planning to do. Don't fear, my young charge, if it is indeed everyone's intention to help then morning will be soon enough to start. Please grab a cup and plate. You must be hungry from your travels."
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"Sounds like a plan Mr. Blobbin." Tauriel sits back down and resumes eating, albeit slower than before. She glances at Rhogar and asks, "I've only heard of dragons in the fairy tales Ma and Pa used to tell me as a child, but aren't you supposed to have wings and breathe fire or something?"
Rhogar gives a loud boisterous laugh and walks over to the table prepared with food. He fills up a plate and plops back down. Rhogar gives the camp a wry smile and says “aye better to put the horse before the cart. I was looking forward to relaxing a bit, it’s good for the scales.” Rhogar smacks his shin and dust flies off his scales showing shimmering black scales underneath.
Sinjin agrees with relaxing for a bit. He refilled his plate before sitting down with a whole bottle of wine this time. The gnome listens to the other members conversations while sitting blindly. Sinjin stretched his stubby legs out and yawned.
Oslamir quietly fixes a plate to eat, listening to the new arrival in amazement before finaly speaking up, "I had hoped for a bit of training first but with a Minotaur and a Dragon on our side what could we possibly have to fear?" Olamir introduces himself to Rhogar and then turns back to the group. "If we're going to be traveling together, I suppose there is something I should tell you. I have only recently discovered that I may posses a small gift of magic but to be honest, I'm not really sure how to use it or what practical use it may have, if any. Not to worry though, if all else fails I'm a pretty good shot with this crossbow! If I can be of help, count me in."
Turning away from the group so only Blobbin can hear, "You did say paying work, right?"
Ooc: It's not too late to join, is it? BTI_Brian invited me in yesterday when I wasn't on and I didn't see the invitation.
A stout, if slightly pudgy dwarf enters, dressed in simple scale mail under a gold tunic customary of the Acolytes of Apollo faded and caked with the grime of travel. With a mace at his side and small shield on his back, the dwarf approaches the fire pit, hands outstretched to take in the warmth of the flames.
He clears his throat before entering the conversation.
I am Tordal, a cleric and Acolyte to Apollo. I have traveled far from my small village in the southern hills to spread the Lord's Light and purify this world of evil. On my journey I have been told to seek the estate of an old halfling who trains like-minded folks. Have I come to the right place?
ooc: I mean it still says recruiting and we're still sitting around the fire eating.
Tauriel's ears and tail perk up and she turns to the gate. "Who's that over there?"
OOC: Thank you all for the good roleplay so far! There were a couple others who wanted to join but didn't follow through so I'm going to close recruitment. If they decide to join in Iater I'll work them in, or not, depending on how we all feel. I think we've already got a good group dynamic building so I may leave it how it is. More story to follow :)
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OOC: Haha. well there you go. Joining while I'm typing. Welcome!
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OOC: all good, please join your character if you haven't yet.
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That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
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