Lucious Kane places one foot after the other, his worn boots trudging down the dry dirt road. His feet have taken him far from his home in Waterdeep, but his mind has journeyed farther. With these long empty spaces between towns his mind is free to wander, and it always wanders back to the moment he'd opened that book and his life had changed forever. He let his spirit quest out gently, momentarily, and immediately could feel that other presence lurking in his souls shadow. Waiting. Watching. Nudging. Always nudging.
It was evening, a cool autumn wind blew through the tall grasses aside the road, the sounds of their rasping blades dancing soothing. As he came to a rise in the road he was able to look down into a wide shallow valley and see the twinkling lights of the town. Daggerford. Nestled inside a wall and up against the dark river flowing past to the east and the ocean. He sighed. His feet were well use to the travel, but his body was tired all the same. He'd made his way over a hundred miles, slowly, stopping in each hamlet village or roadside stop, looking for the odd job, the help an investigator could provide. But always he would feel the nudge to continue south after not too long.
He looked down into the town of Daggerford and felt an emanation of dim satisfaction from his patron spirit. In the distance where the hills rose away from the town, a lonely howl echoed over the land, followed by another. The bright moon peaked out from behind a cluster of clouds. A shiver ran down Lucious' spine as he felt the shadow of fate fall across him. There was nothing to do but walk along side it and trudge his way down into Daggerford.
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Kane procures a pipe from his cloak and lights it with a snap of his fingers. Inhaling deeply, he coughs and strides down the winding road which leads to Daggerford. A grim story is written in his stormy grey eyes, never read, for no one cares to read it.
Kane wears a black cloak, stained from months of travel, and two daggers are concealed in his frayed boots. His wild black hair falls from under a capotain, and a traveling pack is slung across his back. A book hangs from a chain on his belt, it’s front cover stained with blood.
Kane continues down the road until he arrives at the gates of Daggerford.
Meepo sits on the well worn bench seat of the barrel wagon, next to the wizard. The pair of clydesdale horses with their massive size and fur shrouded hooves plod down the dirt road through the thick morning fog. The air is still, and there is a definite chill in the air that had been absent a week past. The road south from Waterdeep had been long and busy with people, and being a kobold, one does not garner respect. In fact, one tends to garner immediate disdain, distrust, or outright violence. It was good then that Meepo had fallen in with these travelling folk in their large wagons and outsider ways. Others treated the caravaneers as strangers, watching them with suspicious eyes, and so Meepo had fallen right in with them. The wizard next to Meepo was named Stanimir and is the leader of the group. He seems kindly, but was often lost in thought with sorrowful eyes. They'd accepted Meepo as a traveling companion, but he was also clearly still on the outside and not one of them. More of a peculiar distraction than an ally. Meepo would accept it. They weren't prying into his reason for fleeing Waterdeep. The dark shadow of his final days in Waterdeep that would drive him from the city were like a fog in Meepo's mind. He glanced around furtively, and back down the road from which they'd come, half expecting to see a troop of soldiers rushing at them, emerging from the fog like specters, but the grey smear behind them was only rolling fog with no shadows emerging. The wagon rolled to a stop in an unremarkable spot in the road. In a tired voice, Stanimir announced, "We have arrived at Daggerford friends. Let us setup our camp beside the road here." Meepo glanced around. No town, no buildings, just a small copse of trees to the side of the road. Straining to listen he couldn't even hear any noises through the thick fog. He shrugged himself a bit, pulling his cloak around him in the cold mist, and waiting for the wagon folk to setup camp.
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Olin glances around the quiet town of Daggerford through the window of the Happy Cow. The Happy Cow is one of the towns most notable taverns, popular with locals and travellers alike, and is run by a halfling clan known as the Hardcheese Halflings. The inside of the tavern is warm, cozy, yet with ample space for a good sized crowd. This afternoon it is about half full with numerous folk taking their lunch. A thick fog has smothered the town, leaving the outside feeling dark, cold and damp. Olin has three chunks slices of bread, some thin slices of roasted beef, and some cubes of white cheese on a plate before him, along with a steaming mug of tea. The warm liquid coursing through his insides with each sip. It's been a relatively quiet day thus far on his first day into Daggerford. He's noticed a few suspicious looking travellers, but nothing so notable as to require his immediate attention. Otherwise, he'd sold a few poultices and some herbs in town who buy from him regularly, glad for his remedies and herbs scavenged from the countryside.
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It's evening when Aga wanders into the city of Daggerford, her lance over her shoulder as she strides into town, confident, tall, wearing her well made, but unusual forest clothing she gets numerous looks from the townsfolk as she makes her way into the town. Her lineage at her side, her great quest ahead of her, she walks as if the fire that put her on this path is still just behind. The town folk here are used to forest folk and so Aga is not so unusual that she gets special treatment, just sidelong glances and a peaked interest. The air is cold, and a thin fog still clings to the town as she makes her way towards the the light, warmth, and ruckous sounds of a tavern. A warm meal at this point would solve many of her problems. She passes beneath the hanging sign depicting a cow with a ridiculous smile on it's face.
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Mordekai sits in the corner of the daggerford Inn called the happy cow. The shadows there are deep and he's only just arrived, eating some warm meat stew with a big chunk of stale bread that softens up nicely with the broth. He glances around the tavern room, happy to remain anonymous and barely noticed for the time being. A many of mystery as it were. He smiles to himself. (OOC: I need more background. :-p. )
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Aga will take a moment to stretch her limbs. A few weeks of swimming in rivers and some body training wasn't enough. She needed a real workout. This seemed to be a decent-sized town, they most likely have a quest board or such. But, that wasn't what her stomach wanted right now. Town food has grown on her. She takes another breath of the cold air and maker her way inside the tavern.
Mordekai is thankful to fill his stomach in a shadowy corner of the inn. As he does, he subtly watches everyone else with mild amusement, imagining who might be the most fun to introduce himself to, and what new alias would bring him most joy to play out. One of the Hardcheese halflings, perhaps? That would be fun, but to play a ruse on the owners of a new town's more popular taverns so early on would not be wise. The Wood Elf who's also sat alone at another table? Possib- wait, no, that one is constantly watching, far too aware of his surroundings, not a good idea.
Mordekai settles back to the food, content for the moment to continue watching people, trying to get a read on what kind of town this is.
Meepo stares into the wizard Stanimir's eyes across the camp fire. Stanimir nods slowly, and in a slow and overly loud voice says, "Do you understand?" His voice is serious, his eyes are solemn, but talking to Meepo like he's an infant has been almost more than Meepo can take. He let's out a quiet but deep breath and nods. Stanimir leans back, "Very well then. I will return to the rest of my family, and we shall await your return." He stands gingerly from the stool, picking it up and carrying it back over to the main fire where most of the other wagon folk are gathered.
Meepo reviews the mans assignment to him in his head. Go into town. Find a handful of valiant brave adventurers. No more than four. And tell them that he has a grave, and important quest. Bring them back to the wagons so that Stanimir can speak to them. It was an easy enough role. Though, Meepo was never the most convincing and influential being around the tall folk. He sighed, heavily, now that Stanimir was out of ear shot. Well, no reason to put it off, it wasn't getting any earlier in the evening. Meepo walked away from the bright fires of the wagoneers camp and back onto the main road. The days fog had thinned but with the evening air it was starting to thicken again. He headed towards the town, whose lights he could barely make out down the road.
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meepo trudges along the road for a bit, until he is out of sight of the wagons. Then he calls forth his familiar. "Rat go watch..." Meepo says, sending the non-rat up into the sky to keep watch from overhead as he makes his way down the darkening road towards town. The dark was actually a boon now, the searing light of day turning into soothing darkness. even with the mission he had been set, his spirits lifted thanks to that darkness.
He was a very tiny figure, only 2 and a half feet tall, and wearing a cloak over his tunic. Of course the tunic would be large on even a human child, and was too-long on him as it was. He adjusted the cloak a bit feeling the weight of his pack. it was too-big on him as well, looking absurd on his small frame.
"Hail..." Meepo says with a surprised grunt, already glancing to the sides to see if there is an escape route available. "Rat..." He grumbles as he glances up to the foggy sky. he glances at the figure ahead of him, of course much bigger than Meepo himself, as everyone seemed to be around the open-sky world. "Meepo no mean you trouble..." He says, common clearly not his first language. "Meepo just want to get town..."
Kane studies the small figure thoughtfully, finally recognizing him as a kobold. “And I mean you no trouble.” He replies. “You are the first traveler I have met on the road in over a day. Your business lies in Daggerford, I assume?”
"That would be new, not meaning me trouble..." Meepo says with a glance up at the man. He shakes his head, obviously trying to get this new concept through his brain. "Yes I head towards the town." Recalling his instructions he looks the man up and down a bit more. "Maybe walk you with?"
Mordekai sits and discreetly looks around the inn, scanning for an empty table. If he sees one, he'll wait until nobody is looking in that direction, and he'll subtly cast Minor Illusion to make an additional chair appear around the table.
(If nobody attempts to sit in the illusory chair for the 1 minute duration of the spell, he'll wait a few minutes before repeating it. He'll do this up to 4 times before getting bored of the trick. If anybody does attempt to sit in the illusory chair and falls through it, Mordekai will instantly dismiss the illusion.)
Kane nods gravely and puts out his pipe. Straightening his capotain, he continues walking down the road, intentionally slowing his pace to match that of his kobold companion. He travels in silence, giving Meepo the choice of either commencing a conversation or leaving himself to his own thoughts.
Meepo starts walking along, staying a step or two away from the big man, so he can duck and run if he has to. After a few steps though he sighs and glances up at the man.
"You look like brave adventurer..." he says, glancing at the man's blood-stained book hanging from its chain. "There be this important quest... You interested?" He knew it sounded lame to his own ears, but what did they expect, sending him in to talk big people into doing something. "It be important... Can take to where can learn more..." Seeing the book he starts to wonder if the man is actually using it. It is just hanging there after all, maybe he doesn't actually use it for anything. Meepo figets a bit, but restrains his impulse to try and touch the book. Then his eyes go to where the man put the pipe away, clearly he was done with that... Meepo shakes his head, interupted from his thoughts by the man's reply.
Kane raises his eyebrows and glances at the kobold beside him. "A quest?" He mutters, as if to himself. "I've seen too much of the world to believe in quests and adventures." He walks in silence for several seconds. "On second thought," He grunts, "Is there coin involved?"
"Coin?" Meepo asks, wondering why the old man had not mentioned anything about what rewards there would be. His job was going to be hard indeed, since he did not know more than just the bit he had already given. "Meepo not know what reward be giving." he says with a frustrated groan. "Old man can tell though... Need to find more brave adventurers though... Need four before go talk old man."
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Olin once again scans the room while sipping his tea, thankful for it's warmth on this chill and foggy day. He lets the various conversations happening throughout the Happy Cow's common room wash over him as he slowly eats his meal. Not paying attention to any one strain but keeping his awareness open to any talk that might peak his suspicion. It has been a while since Olin had anything to report back to the Misty Forest, which has him a bit on edge. There's always something going on, after all. Olin says a quiet prayer, asking Silvanus for wisdom, and goes back to enjoying his tea.
Lucious Kane places one foot after the other, his worn boots trudging down the dry dirt road. His feet have taken him far from his home in Waterdeep, but his mind has journeyed farther. With these long empty spaces between towns his mind is free to wander, and it always wanders back to the moment he'd opened that book and his life had changed forever. He let his spirit quest out gently, momentarily, and immediately could feel that other presence lurking in his souls shadow. Waiting. Watching. Nudging. Always nudging.
It was evening, a cool autumn wind blew through the tall grasses aside the road, the sounds of their rasping blades dancing soothing. As he came to a rise in the road he was able to look down into a wide shallow valley and see the twinkling lights of the town. Daggerford. Nestled inside a wall and up against the dark river flowing past to the east and the ocean. He sighed. His feet were well use to the travel, but his body was tired all the same. He'd made his way over a hundred miles, slowly, stopping in each hamlet village or roadside stop, looking for the odd job, the help an investigator could provide. But always he would feel the nudge to continue south after not too long.
He looked down into the town of Daggerford and felt an emanation of dim satisfaction from his patron spirit. In the distance where the hills rose away from the town, a lonely howl echoed over the land, followed by another. The bright moon peaked out from behind a cluster of clouds. A shiver ran down Lucious' spine as he felt the shadow of fate fall across him. There was nothing to do but walk along side it and trudge his way down into Daggerford.
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Kane procures a pipe from his cloak and lights it with a snap of his fingers. Inhaling deeply, he coughs and strides down the winding road which leads to Daggerford. A grim story is written in his stormy grey eyes, never read, for no one cares to read it.
Kane wears a black cloak, stained from months of travel, and two daggers are concealed in his frayed boots. His wild black hair falls from under a capotain, and a traveling pack is slung across his back. A book hangs from a chain on his belt, it’s front cover stained with blood.
Kane continues down the road until he arrives at the gates of Daggerford.
Meepo sits on the well worn bench seat of the barrel wagon, next to the wizard. The pair of clydesdale horses with their massive size and fur shrouded hooves plod down the dirt road through the thick morning fog. The air is still, and there is a definite chill in the air that had been absent a week past. The road south from Waterdeep had been long and busy with people, and being a kobold, one does not garner respect. In fact, one tends to garner immediate disdain, distrust, or outright violence. It was good then that Meepo had fallen in with these travelling folk in their large wagons and outsider ways. Others treated the caravaneers as strangers, watching them with suspicious eyes, and so Meepo had fallen right in with them. The wizard next to Meepo was named Stanimir and is the leader of the group. He seems kindly, but was often lost in thought with sorrowful eyes. They'd accepted Meepo as a traveling companion, but he was also clearly still on the outside and not one of them. More of a peculiar distraction than an ally. Meepo would accept it. They weren't prying into his reason for fleeing Waterdeep. The dark shadow of his final days in Waterdeep that would drive him from the city were like a fog in Meepo's mind. He glanced around furtively, and back down the road from which they'd come, half expecting to see a troop of soldiers rushing at them, emerging from the fog like specters, but the grey smear behind them was only rolling fog with no shadows emerging. The wagon rolled to a stop in an unremarkable spot in the road. In a tired voice, Stanimir announced, "We have arrived at Daggerford friends. Let us setup our camp beside the road here." Meepo glanced around. No town, no buildings, just a small copse of trees to the side of the road. Straining to listen he couldn't even hear any noises through the thick fog. He shrugged himself a bit, pulling his cloak around him in the cold mist, and waiting for the wagon folk to setup camp.
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Olin glances around the quiet town of Daggerford through the window of the Happy Cow. The Happy Cow is one of the towns most notable taverns, popular with locals and travellers alike, and is run by a halfling clan known as the Hardcheese Halflings. The inside of the tavern is warm, cozy, yet with ample space for a good sized crowd. This afternoon it is about half full with numerous folk taking their lunch. A thick fog has smothered the town, leaving the outside feeling dark, cold and damp. Olin has three chunks slices of bread, some thin slices of roasted beef, and some cubes of white cheese on a plate before him, along with a steaming mug of tea. The warm liquid coursing through his insides with each sip. It's been a relatively quiet day thus far on his first day into Daggerford. He's noticed a few suspicious looking travellers, but nothing so notable as to require his immediate attention. Otherwise, he'd sold a few poultices and some herbs in town who buy from him regularly, glad for his remedies and herbs scavenged from the countryside.
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It's evening when Aga wanders into the city of Daggerford, her lance over her shoulder as she strides into town, confident, tall, wearing her well made, but unusual forest clothing she gets numerous looks from the townsfolk as she makes her way into the town. Her lineage at her side, her great quest ahead of her, she walks as if the fire that put her on this path is still just behind. The town folk here are used to forest folk and so Aga is not so unusual that she gets special treatment, just sidelong glances and a peaked interest. The air is cold, and a thin fog still clings to the town as she makes her way towards the the light, warmth, and ruckous sounds of a tavern. A warm meal at this point would solve many of her problems. She passes beneath the hanging sign depicting a cow with a ridiculous smile on it's face.
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Mordekai sits in the corner of the daggerford Inn called the happy cow. The shadows there are deep and he's only just arrived, eating some warm meat stew with a big chunk of stale bread that softens up nicely with the broth. He glances around the tavern room, happy to remain anonymous and barely noticed for the time being. A many of mystery as it were. He smiles to himself. (OOC: I need more background. :-p. )
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Aga will take a moment to stretch her limbs. A few weeks of swimming in rivers and some body training wasn't enough. She needed a real workout. This seemed to be a decent-sized town, they most likely have a quest board or such. But, that wasn't what her stomach wanted right now. Town food has grown on her. She takes another breath of the cold air and maker her way inside the tavern.
Mordekai is thankful to fill his stomach in a shadowy corner of the inn. As he does, he subtly watches everyone else with mild amusement, imagining who might be the most fun to introduce himself to, and what new alias would bring him most joy to play out. One of the Hardcheese halflings, perhaps? That would be fun, but to play a ruse on the owners of a new town's more popular taverns so early on would not be wise. The Wood Elf who's also sat alone at another table? Possib- wait, no, that one is constantly watching, far too aware of his surroundings, not a good idea.
Mordekai settles back to the food, content for the moment to continue watching people, trying to get a read on what kind of town this is.
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RavenloftAnnihilationMeepo stares into the wizard Stanimir's eyes across the camp fire. Stanimir nods slowly, and in a slow and overly loud voice says, "Do you understand?" His voice is serious, his eyes are solemn, but talking to Meepo like he's an infant has been almost more than Meepo can take. He let's out a quiet but deep breath and nods. Stanimir leans back, "Very well then. I will return to the rest of my family, and we shall await your return." He stands gingerly from the stool, picking it up and carrying it back over to the main fire where most of the other wagon folk are gathered.
Meepo reviews the mans assignment to him in his head. Go into town. Find a handful of valiant brave adventurers. No more than four. And tell them that he has a grave, and important quest. Bring them back to the wagons so that Stanimir can speak to them. It was an easy enough role. Though, Meepo was never the most convincing and influential being around the tall folk. He sighed, heavily, now that Stanimir was out of ear shot. Well, no reason to put it off, it wasn't getting any earlier in the evening. Meepo walked away from the bright fires of the wagoneers camp and back onto the main road. The days fog had thinned but with the evening air it was starting to thicken again. He headed towards the town, whose lights he could barely make out down the road.
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meepo trudges along the road for a bit, until he is out of sight of the wagons. Then he calls forth his familiar. "Rat go watch..." Meepo says, sending the non-rat up into the sky to keep watch from overhead as he makes his way down the darkening road towards town. The dark was actually a boon now, the searing light of day turning into soothing darkness. even with the mission he had been set, his spirits lifted thanks to that darkness.
He was a very tiny figure, only 2 and a half feet tall, and wearing a cloak over his tunic. Of course the tunic would be large on even a human child, and was too-long on him as it was. He adjusted the cloak a bit feeling the weight of his pack. it was too-big on him as well, looking absurd on his small frame.
Kane’s sixth sense goes wild, and he turns to see a small, cloaked figure emerge from the fog behind him.
”Hail!” He calls.
"Hail..." Meepo says with a surprised grunt, already glancing to the sides to see if there is an escape route available. "Rat..." He grumbles as he glances up to the foggy sky. he glances at the figure ahead of him, of course much bigger than Meepo himself, as everyone seemed to be around the open-sky world. "Meepo no mean you trouble..." He says, common clearly not his first language. "Meepo just want to get town..."
Kane studies the small figure thoughtfully, finally recognizing him as a kobold. “And I mean you no trouble.” He replies. “You are the first traveler I have met on the road in over a day. Your business lies in Daggerford, I assume?”
"That would be new, not meaning me trouble..." Meepo says with a glance up at the man. He shakes his head, obviously trying to get this new concept through his brain. "Yes I head towards the town." Recalling his instructions he looks the man up and down a bit more. "Maybe walk you with?"
Mordekai sits and discreetly looks around the inn, scanning for an empty table. If he sees one, he'll wait until nobody is looking in that direction, and he'll subtly cast Minor Illusion to make an additional chair appear around the table.
(If nobody attempts to sit in the illusory chair for the 1 minute duration of the spell, he'll wait a few minutes before repeating it. He'll do this up to 4 times before getting bored of the trick. If anybody does attempt to sit in the illusory chair and falls through it, Mordekai will instantly dismiss the illusion.)
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RavenloftAnnihilationKane nods gravely and puts out his pipe. Straightening his capotain, he continues walking down the road, intentionally slowing his pace to match that of his kobold companion. He travels in silence, giving Meepo the choice of either commencing a conversation or leaving himself to his own thoughts.
Meepo starts walking along, staying a step or two away from the big man, so he can duck and run if he has to. After a few steps though he sighs and glances up at the man.
"You look like brave adventurer..." he says, glancing at the man's blood-stained book hanging from its chain. "There be this important quest... You interested?" He knew it sounded lame to his own ears, but what did they expect, sending him in to talk big people into doing something. "It be important... Can take to where can learn more..." Seeing the book he starts to wonder if the man is actually using it. It is just hanging there after all, maybe he doesn't actually use it for anything. Meepo figets a bit, but restrains his impulse to try and touch the book. Then his eyes go to where the man put the pipe away, clearly he was done with that... Meepo shakes his head, interupted from his thoughts by the man's reply.
Kane raises his eyebrows and glances at the kobold beside him. "A quest?" He mutters, as if to himself. "I've seen too much of the world to believe in quests and adventures." He walks in silence for several seconds. "On second thought," He grunts, "Is there coin involved?"
"Coin?" Meepo asks, wondering why the old man had not mentioned anything about what rewards there would be. His job was going to be hard indeed, since he did not know more than just the bit he had already given. "Meepo not know what reward be giving." he says with a frustrated groan. "Old man can tell though... Need to find more brave adventurers though... Need four before go talk old man."
Olin once again scans the room while sipping his tea, thankful for it's warmth on this chill and foggy day. He lets the various conversations happening throughout the Happy Cow's common room wash over him as he slowly eats his meal. Not paying attention to any one strain but keeping his awareness open to any talk that might peak his suspicion. It has been a while since Olin had anything to report back to the Misty Forest, which has him a bit on edge. There's always something going on, after all. Olin says a quiet prayer, asking Silvanus for wisdom, and goes back to enjoying his tea.
(Does Olin notice Mordekai creating illusory chairs? Perception: 18)