You all sit around a table set up near some tents lined by the caravan, the imposing Grayshield Mountains surrounding you on nearly all sides. No matter what brought you to this caravan or table, you all sit around or near it, while other caravan members also stand nearby, enjoying this brief respite from constant motion and walking.
(I’d like each of you to take a moment to describe your characters)
Estimated time until the caravan reaches Freeport: 30 days
Morgan is a physically imposing hobgoblin with reddish skin, dark-gray hair, and a blue nose. His eyes are steel-gray and very intelligent-looking. He wears a set of chain mail and wields a long sword with his shield. He is calm in most any crisis, his voice soft and self-assured.
Esedus is still a young man, but you wouldn't know it to look at him. He has an intensity about him, a look that hints at dark, whirling thoughts and chaos within, that makes him older than his years. Yet despite a form made imposing by heavy armour and a massive greatsword strapped to his back, the paladin is not immediately intimidating - it is more that the viewer gets a sense of the troubles this man has seen, or lived. It's enough to almost feel sorry for him, without any clear idea why.
His armemants and the holy amulet hanging from Esedus' neck would mark him as a paladin dedicated to justice and balance, an order used to dispensing their own brand of justice without the need for judge and jury. Callouses and scars show this is a warrior used to combat in his service.
Zanilin, appears as a male human. His coal black hair is kept short and pokes out from beneath a dark green bandanna. He sits at the table with a simple smile and small plate of food. He laughs easily among the others while having his drink and sharing stories. Though despite this, his hand unconsciously touches the hilt of the shortsword at his side every now and then as if checking to make sure it's still there.
Tenra is a young halfling, barely into adulthood, with fuzzy brunette hair that is all over the place and chestnut skintone. She waggles her feet energetically as they are having their rest around the table, her emerald eyes wide with youthful excitement. She rests her hands on the edge of the table, showing off that they significantly different. Her left hand is as it would be expected, the similar chestnut-tone with nimble little halfling fingers. The right hand however, is blackened and scaled, with more talon-like appendages.
Beneath her seat is where her worldly belongings currently reside, all bundled into a messy collection of things in a single backpack, with the occasional useful item in there for good measure. There is a light crossbow strapped to the side, but it appears to be brand new and never fired, and the only sort of weapon she appears to keep to hand is a steel letter opener, sheathed to her side like one would expect a shortsword or other real weapon.
As the group chatter, her giggles echo through the area, infectious and adorable, and filled with truly innocent happiness and wonderment.
Nabhitha's rather gaunt frame leans over the table a bit more than usual this evening. The tan, olive-skinned half-elf woman does not carry her usual air of confidence or purposeful charm at this late hour. One of her hands holds a drink that has yet to be tasted while the other rubs her temple in slow circles. Her emerald green eyes trace over those assembled periodically, taking in their words, or lack thereof, and their attitudes after beginning the journey to Freeport. They linger on Zanilin for a bit longer than the others, noting his small, anxious habits.
As she looks at the man with whom she'd shared both a living space and more than a few enlightening conversations, she's caught off-guard by the latest giggle from the smallest member of the gathering. Startled only for a moment, Nabhitha breathes out a quick sigh before rolling her eyes and smirking at the strange little halfling. How Tenra could fit so much enthusiasm into such a slight frame - seemingly in spite of her anomalous limb - was a mystery she had yet to solve. She had yet to complain, however, taking the levity in stride and allowing it to bring to bear memories of her sister when she was still just a child.
This helps to ease her into the mood of the meal, and though she remains quiet for the time being, she does take a second, larger taste of the drink in front of her before letting out the braids in her long, mahogany hair.
Nabhitha shrugs and shakes her head, unable to keep a small smile from her lips at Tenra's infectious levity. "The effort is appreciated, Tenra, though your specifics could use a little work." She speaks over her shoulder, catching little more than a glance of the carnival hand. "'Z' and I spent enough time around the Dwarven cities that we figured a change of scenery would do us both well."She gestures to Zanilin with her cup as she finishes her answer with another drink.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to pry. It’s a habit of mine.”
As he finishes his sentence, he’s called back by one of the other workers. Suddenly, you see thay a youngish, early 20s-looking man with fair skin and tousled brown hair peeks out of Gordon Smith’s tent.
”Hey, you there! Yes, you five! Mister Smith wants to speak to you!”
Nabhitha gazes into her stein as Morgan rises to this latest "challenge" and seems to consider her options momentarily before downing what's left of her drink and following behind the stoic hobgoblin. "Shall we, gentlemen? How about you, Tenra? Might be good to put that energy towards something other than bouncing in your seat."
Her brow furrowed ever so slightly as she followed after Morgan. Why's the owner of the Carnival asking for us? I've barely spoken more than a dozen words to the man.
Zanilin tips the rest of his drink back at Nabhitha's statement with the full intention to join her. He puts his hands on the table and makes an exaggerated effort to stand up. As he begins to follow the others his hand taps the pommel of his sword before he places his hands into his pockets. He swallows hard and follows after Nabhitha.
Morgan takes up a military rest stance, hands clasp behind his back, at attention. "What do you need help with?" He asks in his calm and confident voice.
Zan will shift from one foot to another with his arms crossed. He says, "Help you say. I suppose one could be persuaded." He starts rubbing his fingers together while arms still crossed subtly implying coin is needed.
“Yes, there will be coin involved. You see, I don’t want to spook anyone else, which is why we’re having this meeting in private.” His voice drops. “I need you five, since you seem to be the most adept at monster-killing, to scout about two hours ahead. I’ve heard of hostile goblin tribes, and I want to make sure we can pass through without incident. I’ll offer you each twenty-five falcons for it.”
EDIT: Brainfarted, forgot to mention that I’m one of those people who makes up complicated coinage systems. In this case, coins minted in Freeport are, in order:
Copper coins are hatchlings.
Silver coins are hawks.
Gold coins are falcons.
Platinum coins are eagles.
There’s also golden double falcons, which are worth 2gp in Freeport and 1gp elsewhere.
You all sit around a table set up near some tents lined by the caravan, the imposing Grayshield Mountains surrounding you on nearly all sides. No matter what brought you to this caravan or table, you all sit around or near it, while other caravan members also stand nearby, enjoying this brief respite from constant motion and walking.
(I’d like each of you to take a moment to describe your characters)
Estimated time until the caravan reaches Freeport: 30 days
Merlok Aqurous - Triton Storm Magic Sorcerer 3 - Ascent from Theros
DM - Heroes of Wildemount
Morgan is a physically imposing hobgoblin with reddish skin, dark-gray hair, and a blue nose. His eyes are steel-gray and very intelligent-looking. He wears a set of chain mail and wields a long sword with his shield. He is calm in most any crisis, his voice soft and self-assured.
Esedus is still a young man, but you wouldn't know it to look at him. He has an intensity about him, a look that hints at dark, whirling thoughts and chaos within, that makes him older than his years. Yet despite a form made imposing by heavy armour and a massive greatsword strapped to his back, the paladin is not immediately intimidating - it is more that the viewer gets a sense of the troubles this man has seen, or lived. It's enough to almost feel sorry for him, without any clear idea why.
His armemants and the holy amulet hanging from Esedus' neck would mark him as a paladin dedicated to justice and balance, an order used to dispensing their own brand of justice without the need for judge and jury. Callouses and scars show this is a warrior used to combat in his service.
Zanilin, appears as a male human. His coal black hair is kept short and pokes out from beneath a dark green bandanna. He sits at the table with a simple smile and small plate of food. He laughs easily among the others while having his drink and sharing stories. Though despite this, his hand unconsciously touches the hilt of the shortsword at his side every now and then as if checking to make sure it's still there.
Tenra is a young halfling, barely into adulthood, with fuzzy brunette hair that is all over the place and chestnut skintone. She waggles her feet energetically as they are having their rest around the table, her emerald eyes wide with youthful excitement. She rests her hands on the edge of the table, showing off that they significantly different. Her left hand is as it would be expected, the similar chestnut-tone with nimble little halfling fingers. The right hand however, is blackened and scaled, with more talon-like appendages.
Beneath her seat is where her worldly belongings currently reside, all bundled into a messy collection of things in a single backpack, with the occasional useful item in there for good measure. There is a light crossbow strapped to the side, but it appears to be brand new and never fired, and the only sort of weapon she appears to keep to hand is a steel letter opener, sheathed to her side like one would expect a shortsword or other real weapon.
As the group chatter, her giggles echo through the area, infectious and adorable, and filled with truly innocent happiness and wonderment.
(Spoiler for Tahia's picture)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Nabhitha's rather gaunt frame leans over the table a bit more than usual this evening. The tan, olive-skinned half-elf woman does not carry her usual air of confidence or purposeful charm at this late hour. One of her hands holds a drink that has yet to be tasted while the other rubs her temple in slow circles. Her emerald green eyes trace over those assembled periodically, taking in their words, or lack thereof, and their attitudes after beginning the journey to Freeport. They linger on Zanilin for a bit longer than the others, noting his small, anxious habits.
As she looks at the man with whom she'd shared both a living space and more than a few enlightening conversations, she's caught off-guard by the latest giggle from the smallest member of the gathering. Startled only for a moment, Nabhitha breathes out a quick sigh before rolling her eyes and smirking at the strange little halfling. How Tenra could fit so much enthusiasm into such a slight frame - seemingly in spite of her anomalous limb - was a mystery she had yet to solve. She had yet to complain, however, taking the levity in stride and allowing it to bring to bear memories of her sister when she was still just a child.
This helps to ease her into the mood of the meal, and though she remains quiet for the time being, she does take a second, larger taste of the drink in front of her before letting out the braids in her long, mahogany hair.
As you all sit around the table, one of the carnival workers nearby approaches you, and begins speaking.
”Why hello there. Mighty fine day, isn’t it? What parts do you mishmash come from?”
Merlok Aqurous - Triton Storm Magic Sorcerer 3 - Ascent from Theros
DM - Heroes of Wildemount
Tenra looks up, then smiles angelically and chuckles, "We came from that way, silly." She points to the trail the caravans came down from.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Morgan chuckles at that and nods to the one who asked the question. He doesn't answer the question though, content to just observe.
Nabhitha shrugs and shakes her head, unable to keep a small smile from her lips at Tenra's infectious levity. "The effort is appreciated, Tenra, though your specifics could use a little work." She speaks over her shoulder, catching little more than a glance of the carnival hand. "'Z' and I spent enough time around the Dwarven cities that we figured a change of scenery would do us both well." She gestures to Zanilin with her cup as she finishes her answer with another drink.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to pry. It’s a habit of mine.”
As he finishes his sentence, he’s called back by one of the other workers. Suddenly, you see thay a youngish, early 20s-looking man with fair skin and tousled brown hair peeks out of Gordon Smith’s tent.
”Hey, you there! Yes, you five! Mister Smith wants to speak to you!”
Merlok Aqurous - Triton Storm Magic Sorcerer 3 - Ascent from Theros
DM - Heroes of Wildemount
Morgan nods and gets to his feet. He glances to the others and then heads to the tent. "What can I help with?" He asks, His voice soft and confident.
Nabhitha gazes into her stein as Morgan rises to this latest "challenge" and seems to consider her options momentarily before downing what's left of her drink and following behind the stoic hobgoblin. "Shall we, gentlemen? How about you, Tenra? Might be good to put that energy towards something other than bouncing in your seat."
Her brow furrowed ever so slightly as she followed after Morgan. Why's the owner of the Carnival asking for us? I've barely spoken more than a dozen words to the man.
Zanilin tips the rest of his drink back at Nabhitha's statement with the full intention to join her. He puts his hands on the table and makes an exaggerated effort to stand up. As he begins to follow the others his hand taps the pommel of his sword before he places his hands into his pockets. He swallows hard and follows after Nabhitha.
Esedus follows the others to the tent.
"Hopefully Mister Smith has something to keep us busy," he says softly to the others, "this slow travelling has me at my wits end already."
As you enter the tent, you see that Gordon sits in a chair at the end of a sturdy wooden desk in front of you.
“I’m terribly sorry for this interruption, but I need your help in some matters.”
Merlok Aqurous - Triton Storm Magic Sorcerer 3 - Ascent from Theros
DM - Heroes of Wildemount
Morgan takes up a military rest stance, hands clasp behind his back, at attention. "What do you need help with?" He asks in his calm and confident voice.
Zan will shift from one foot to another with his arms crossed. He says, "Help you say. I suppose one could be persuaded." He starts rubbing his fingers together while arms still crossed subtly implying coin is needed.
“Yes, there will be coin involved. You see, I don’t want to spook anyone else, which is why we’re having this meeting in private.” His voice drops. “I need you five, since you seem to be the most adept at monster-killing, to scout about two hours ahead. I’ve heard of hostile goblin tribes, and I want to make sure we can pass through without incident. I’ll offer you each twenty-five falcons for it.”
EDIT: Brainfarted, forgot to mention that I’m one of those people who makes up complicated coinage systems. In this case, coins minted in Freeport are, in order:
Merlok Aqurous - Triton Storm Magic Sorcerer 3 - Ascent from Theros
DM - Heroes of Wildemount
"Seems like a fair-enough request." Morgan says with a brisk nod. He glances to the others. "What do you guys think?"