After the guard enters the room the voices quiet down, there is a brief whispered conversation before the guard returns. “Lord Griffith will see you now.”
As you enter the room you see what appears to be a guest apartment that has been converted into an office. The first room, that may have been a sitting room, was crowded with book cases, map cases, and scrolls. In the corner sits a small desk with a scribe, dutifully ignoring your presence as she continues to work with a ledger and abacus.
Moving through the sitting room, you enter a room dominated by a large desk and an even larger table with a map of the Kingdom and surrounding regions on it. Those among you with a military mind can see small statues representing Yvreni & Allied forces arraying against the Elven Invaders to the north. The desk itself is filled with scattered papers and books and several strange artifacts. Instead of natural sunlight the room is filled with several strange floating candles emanating a comforting yellow light. Four people fill the room, three women standing and one older man that you can only assume is Lord Griffith sitting behind the table.
Lord Griffith, a human man maybe be just creeping into early 50’s, appears to be writing a letter. Even though he appears clean shaven and well put together, the heavy bags under his red eyes tell of a man who has been want for sleep for several weeks. He wears a fine robe made of blue and red silk and behind him rests a banner with the same Blue Eagle seen on his guard’s armor. He finishes the letter and hands it to a woman standing directly to his left.
“Here, this should get you into the Court in Huntington.” He says revealing a remarkably lively voice for a man under so much pressure.
The woman reaches out to take the letter, revealing soft uncalloused hands. You notice that the she is wearing a blue robe similarly patterned to Lord Griffith’s, except the left half of the eagle on her robe is red. Resting against her shoulder is an extremely artistically crafted shepherds crook, carved from a petrified piece of wood. She places a letter into one of the many pockets sewn into her robes and brushes her hair behind pointed ears.
“Thank you, father. We will head out now as long as we have everything we need,” the woman looks across the desk to another woman, “Esmerelda?”
Across the desk from her stands a goliath of a Goliath woman. Standing straight her head was maybe a half-foot from the ceiling of the room. Her size & complexion combined with her Black and Grey armor makes her appear almost apart of the stone wall. Whatever intimidation brought about by her figure is undercut by a massive Greatsword, sheathed in a ruby & gold, resting on the wall next to her nearly reaching her chin in height.
“Let’s get moving,” the woman grunts out.
The last person in the room has been keeping eyes on each of you from her perch on the map table since you entered. She appears to be a Halfling, but her complexion is much paler than most Halflings you have had experience with. In her hands, she works a piece of wood with a long wicked looking dagger that emanates a sickly green mist. In addition, her eyes appear sunken, though whether that is natural or due to makeup is hard to tell. Along with her wild black hair and predatory smile, revealing sharpened teeth, she strikes quite a disquieting figure. Expect for Chaos, you get a really good vibe from her.
The robed woman begins to leave passing by the Halfling pausing to shake her head and bop the Halfling in the head with her staff, “Play nice Mae.” She stated and continued out the world, she nods to the party as she passes, “Good Day.”
The Halfling dropped the piece of wood, but continued twirling the knife. She hopped off the table following the elven woman out the door, shooting Zook a dirty look as she passed by. Only to be shoved out of the door by the Goliath woman who had somehow moved across the room without making a sound.
As the three women leave the room Lord Griffith formally addresses your party.
“Thank you for coming to see me at such an ungodly hour. I imagine you had a long night of revelries,” he says with a fatherly smile.
“I have heard of you party’s recent exploits, both in the mines and the events preceding. And I find that you may be able to help me with one of my most recent problems.” He states reaching into a drawer and extracting a opened letter.
“This letter is from Lady Cithre Brent, wishing my dear sister good health and happy tidings for her most recent name-day.” Griffith sets down the letter and looks between Chaos and Lia, “For those of you who may not keep abreast of such things the queen was born in the heart of winter. This letter is also the last thing to come out of the Corvindale Valley.”
OOC: Your characters know that it is Mid-spring
The Castellan pauses to allow the implications of the information to sink in. “Now that isn’t too out of the ordinary. The Brent’s are a unfriendly sort, so focused on guarding south they tend to ignore the rest of the Kingdom, and the flooding along the routes to Cromerth do not recede until the Summer. But when the Crown called the banners, we noticed that no men from the valley answered the call.”
“At the time, King Ishmael needed speed so he marched to Grevia without them, leaving orders for them to follow. However, when another two weeks went by and there was still no sign of them I decided it was worth investigating. With the recent death of the Court mage we had no way of getting a message directly to the Brent’s so I decided to send one of Vahl’s Brighwardens to investigate and send word back as to what’s happening. He was a young lad named Arthur Collensen, who spent much of his youth in the valley. I had thought that it would be a good fit. That was three weeks ago,” He pauses and leans back into his chair.
“I am sure you can read between the lines here. I want the six of you to travel to Corvindale and investigate this strangeness. Specifically, to liberate the valley from whatever is isolating it, and to return with Arthur if possible. Or if things are as bad as I fear return with what’s left of him.” He leans forward creating a bridge with his fingers and letting out a deep sigh, “Well? What say ye?”
OOC: This is also opening the party up to questions both in and out of character.
Lord Griffith cracks a smirk, "Straight to the point then? I can appreciate that."
"If you fix whatever problem that faces the valley and return with proof, then I'm willing to offer your party 300 gold pieces. In addition, if you can locate and safely return with Arthur Collensen I'm willing to add 150 ontop of that.
If things went poorly for the young Collensen, they I would request you return his body to Vahl. I am friends of his family and want to make sure they'll be able to hold proper service. For the trouble, I will pay you 120 Gold.
If transporting the body proves to be too burdensome for whatever reason then I request you obtain something for his family to remember his by, Which I will pay you 60 Gold pieces for."
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Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
As dawn breaks, Valen strides out of his inn and stares at the vast peak in the distance. The Fiery Throne, that massive volcano upon which his Fod and Goddess sat. He began to pray for a minute, then set off toward the meeting place. To any passerby, he would have looked like a soldier marching to war: Heavy chainmail over thick padding, a large round shield emblazoned with the holy symbol of Hael and Bellora (which is...?), a heavy-headed mace was accompanied by three hatchets around the waist, and a quiver of javelins hung on a shoulder opposite the shield.
As the party enters, Valen unslings his large, roubd shield and waits for a appropriate time to introduce. After the three ladies depart, the priest steps forward with his shield forward like a banner, "Good morning, Lord Griffith. The Bastion sends its blessings and its Blessed in your hour of need."
After the report is received, Valen is beaten to questions by the matter of payment. He bristles slightly at the lack of priorities, but the thought had crossed his mind. Instead of reacting, he simply strides to the table and begins to look over the tabletop map, "Sir, we will need information before departing: Best and alternative routes, reported threats on the road, the state of the Corvindale Valley. I would like to paint a clear picture of what we are and may be walking into before proceeding. Not to say we will decline, only that information should always be known."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
OOC: The Holy symbol for Hael & Belorra is the same as Vahl’s coat of Arms. A stout gray keep with a welcoming orange firelight emanating from an open gate. Alternatively, you could use a Horn of Plenty sitting atop of an Anvil.
Lord Griffith stood from the table, making old man sounds as he does so. And shuffles to the table, reaching for a cane to assist him as he does so.
“The most direct route to Corvindale is here,” He states pointing to the road leaving south west out of Vahl. “This will take you through the Dawncast Forest, and into the Valley. The Forest Wardens of the Dawncast have recently sent reports of Gnolls in the forest, though they say that they have kept the road clear enough for travel. They also say that they will send a pair of wardens to meet you along the road if they receive any further information.
“As for the valley itself, hmm let see. Griffith furrows his brow as he looks about the table shuffling some of the smaller maps sitting on it. “I had sent for a map earlier this morning, but it-“
“Aye! Aye! I got your Demonshite maps, hold onto to yer britches!” A loud angry voice booms from behind you. When you turn to look, however, you do not see anything,
Zook as it elbows past you, you see what appears to be a knight, except that it’s maybe half your height. It looks almost like a toy until you notice a blue-white flickering light emanating out of its helmet as if it had a candle sitting wear its head would be. You also notice that it has a small satchel with what appear to be maps sticking out.
The toy knight finishes shoving through the party and then hops the three feet from the floor to the map table, landing with a click. “Ere’s Ye bloody maps,” It says unshouldering the satchel.
“Ah, thank you, Gan.” Lord Griffith states reaching out and extracting one of the maps. “This is a map of the Valley.”
“As for the valley, I can only tell you what I know being an outsider. Corvindale is within the Demesne of Duke Garan Collensen of Drakencrest, however, the valley itself is under the protection of Ishmael Brent. His families stronghold is in the south of the valley in the Brentfort, from which he guards the pass to Cromerth from Gnoll Raiders. Given the reports from the Forest Wardens, I would assume that something is seriously wrong at the fort, which may be worth investigating.
If Gnolls truly are the problem then your groups best bet may be to go to the only town in the valley, Lakeside. If their farms began to be ravaged by Gnolls, then Lakeside would likely be where the locals would gather.
Other than that, I do not have any other leads for you. Arthur said that he would be going to Crossroads, though he never really gave a good reason why.
The road from Vahl comes out of the Dawncast here in the northeast. I would recommend stopping at this trading post between the forest and the river. It’s probably still in disuse, but you may find some clues and at the very least it’s a safer place to sleep.”
As he finishes relaying the information he knows, he wraps up the map and sticking it into the bag. He hands the bag to Valen and then looks at the party.
Lia clears her throat, then speaks in a thick elvish accent as she does when she is nervous. "Eess thherre ah heestorry ove... monesterress or othherre... menases... een thhe arrehaa... een quooesteeone?"
Lord Griffith bites the inside of his lip and grimaces, "Other than the Gnolls? Not that I'm aware of, again I have never been to the valley myself." He turns to look at the Toy Knight, who had now sat on the edge of the table, "What about you Gan, so you know anything else?"
The knight's helmet twerks up, "I once knew a man, who said he slew a Yeth Hound in the old Elluvian ruins in the Valley."
Lord Griffith quirks an eyebrow, "That is a... Fey beast correct?"
"Aye."
"Well, there's that." Lord Griffith says back to the party, shrugging as if to say 'sorry' if that wasn't helpful'.
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Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
"It makes no difference what beasts we may face" Corus says calmly, "All I know is that there are people out there in trouble, and for some it may be too late for our help"Corus glances towards the ground, " I pray to Kohl we are not too late." He looks up at the Griffith and gives him a stern look. "Lord Griffith, I will do everything in my power to find and rescue Arthur, and liberate the people of the valley. I do not know what everyone here will say, but as for me you have my blade and my shield, " he grabs his holy symbol tightly, " and the blessing of Kohl will be with us. We will not fail." Corus looks around hoping that his compatriots will join this holy quest.
Valen hands off the map to whoever is nearby and has room for something other than more weapons, "Right, so stop at the trading post for information, Crossroads to inquire about Arthur, Lakeside to check on the people, then Brentfort to investigate possible trouble before proceeding to Corvindale?" Valen turns to the party, "Simple enough, right?"
"By the Fiery Throne, we will have answers and resolutions to your troubles. If we are not able, I will entreat the Bastion to send whatever strength it can spare for what we find."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Infurin slightly bristles at the words of the cleric and paladin, before quietly leaving the room map room to the hallway. (stealth check?: 4) He calms down a moment once he enters the hall. "Idiots, all of them" he mutters under his breath. His arm is annoying him, and he is pacing vigorously through the hallway, as if waiting for the others.
“If there’s nothing else, then the guards will see you out of Royal District.” Lord Griffith says gesturing out towards the door. On you way out the rest of the party find Infurin waiting impatiently in the hallway, with the four guards standing uncomfortably at attention.
The same two guards escort you back out the halls of the castle, then walk you back out to the lower districts of the city. The party then agrees to split up to purchase what they need for the trip and make the preparations necessary for the trip.
OOC: If there anything other than shopping before you leave this is the time, if not let me know on Discord and I'll send you on your way.
"Lia my dear, calm yourself. Nonsense will continue to be nonsense. Chaos, be a dear and be clear with me. So much that my patron can look through my eyes and into your very soul from your words alone." Infurin has had to deal with many the angry arcanist in his day, and he was not about to be one of them. "Chaos, are you aware you killed someone?" He asks.
After the guard enters the room the voices quiet down, there is a brief whispered conversation before the guard returns. “Lord Griffith will see you now.”
As you enter the room you see what appears to be a guest apartment that has been converted into an office. The first room, that may have been a sitting room, was crowded with book cases, map cases, and scrolls. In the corner sits a small desk with a scribe, dutifully ignoring your presence as she continues to work with a ledger and abacus.
Moving through the sitting room, you enter a room dominated by a large desk and an even larger table with a map of the Kingdom and surrounding regions on it. Those among you with a military mind can see small statues representing Yvreni & Allied forces arraying against the Elven Invaders to the north. The desk itself is filled with scattered papers and books and several strange artifacts. Instead of natural sunlight the room is filled with several strange floating candles emanating a comforting yellow light. Four people fill the room, three women standing and one older man that you can only assume is Lord Griffith sitting behind the table.
Lord Griffith, a human man maybe be just creeping into early 50’s, appears to be writing a letter. Even though he appears clean shaven and well put together, the heavy bags under his red eyes tell of a man who has been want for sleep for several weeks. He wears a fine robe made of blue and red silk and behind him rests a banner with the same Blue Eagle seen on his guard’s armor. He finishes the letter and hands it to a woman standing directly to his left.
“Here, this should get you into the Court in Huntington.” He says revealing a remarkably lively voice for a man under so much pressure.
The woman reaches out to take the letter, revealing soft uncalloused hands. You notice that the she is wearing a blue robe similarly patterned to Lord Griffith’s, except the left half of the eagle on her robe is red. Resting against her shoulder is an extremely artistically crafted shepherds crook, carved from a petrified piece of wood. She places a letter into one of the many pockets sewn into her robes and brushes her hair behind pointed ears.
“Thank you, father. We will head out now as long as we have everything we need,” the woman looks across the desk to another woman, “Esmerelda?”
Across the desk from her stands a goliath of a Goliath woman. Standing straight her head was maybe a half-foot from the ceiling of the room. Her size & complexion combined with her Black and Grey armor makes her appear almost apart of the stone wall. Whatever intimidation brought about by her figure is undercut by a massive Greatsword, sheathed in a ruby & gold, resting on the wall next to her nearly reaching her chin in height.
“Let’s get moving,” the woman grunts out.
The last person in the room has been keeping eyes on each of you from her perch on the map table since you entered. She appears to be a Halfling, but her complexion is much paler than most Halflings you have had experience with. In her hands, she works a piece of wood with a long wicked looking dagger that emanates a sickly green mist. In addition, her eyes appear sunken, though whether that is natural or due to makeup is hard to tell. Along with her wild black hair and predatory smile, revealing sharpened teeth, she strikes quite a disquieting figure. Expect for Chaos, you get a really good vibe from her.
The robed woman begins to leave passing by the Halfling pausing to shake her head and bop the Halfling in the head with her staff, “Play nice Mae.” She stated and continued out the world, she nods to the party as she passes, “Good Day.”
The Halfling dropped the piece of wood, but continued twirling the knife. She hopped off the table following the elven woman out the door, shooting Zook a dirty look as she passed by. Only to be shoved out of the door by the Goliath woman who had somehow moved across the room without making a sound.
As the three women leave the room Lord Griffith formally addresses your party.
“Thank you for coming to see me at such an ungodly hour. I imagine you had a long night of revelries,” he says with a fatherly smile.
“I have heard of you party’s recent exploits, both in the mines and the events preceding. And I find that you may be able to help me with one of my most recent problems.” He states reaching into a drawer and extracting a opened letter.
“This letter is from Lady Cithre Brent, wishing my dear sister good health and happy tidings for her most recent name-day.” Griffith sets down the letter and looks between Chaos and Lia, “For those of you who may not keep abreast of such things the queen was born in the heart of winter. This letter is also the last thing to come out of the Corvindale Valley.”
OOC: Your characters know that it is Mid-spring
The Castellan pauses to allow the implications of the information to sink in. “Now that isn’t too out of the ordinary. The Brent’s are a unfriendly sort, so focused on guarding south they tend to ignore the rest of the Kingdom, and the flooding along the routes to Cromerth do not recede until the Summer. But when the Crown called the banners, we noticed that no men from the valley answered the call.”
“At the time, King Ishmael needed speed so he marched to Grevia without them, leaving orders for them to follow. However, when another two weeks went by and there was still no sign of them I decided it was worth investigating. With the recent death of the Court mage we had no way of getting a message directly to the Brent’s so I decided to send one of Vahl’s Brighwardens to investigate and send word back as to what’s happening. He was a young lad named Arthur Collensen, who spent much of his youth in the valley. I had thought that it would be a good fit. That was three weeks ago,” He pauses and leans back into his chair.
“I am sure you can read between the lines here. I want the six of you to travel to Corvindale and investigate this strangeness. Specifically, to liberate the valley from whatever is isolating it, and to return with Arthur if possible. Or if things are as bad as I fear return with what’s left of him.” He leans forward creating a bridge with his fingers and letting out a deep sigh, “Well? What say ye?”
OOC: This is also opening the party up to questions both in and out of character.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
"I'm in--until I see another Shu'velle-damned giant spider. What are you paying us?"
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Lord Griffith cracks a smirk, "Straight to the point then? I can appreciate that."
"If you fix whatever problem that faces the valley and return with proof, then I'm willing to offer your party 300 gold pieces. In addition, if you can locate and safely return with Arthur Collensen I'm willing to add 150 ontop of that.
If things went poorly for the young Collensen, they I would request you return his body to Vahl. I am friends of his family and want to make sure they'll be able to hold proper service. For the trouble, I will pay you 120 Gold.
If transporting the body proves to be too burdensome for whatever reason then I request you obtain something for his family to remember his by, Which I will pay you 60 Gold pieces for."
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
I nod decisively and sit back to wait for the rest of the party to agree.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Infurin remains silent, thinking over the prices, and nodding. He adjusts the wraps on his right arm uncomfortably for a moment, before nodding once.
As dawn breaks, Valen strides out of his inn and stares at the vast peak in the distance. The Fiery Throne, that massive volcano upon which his Fod and Goddess sat. He began to pray for a minute, then set off toward the meeting place. To any passerby, he would have looked like a soldier marching to war: Heavy chainmail over thick padding, a large round shield emblazoned with the holy symbol of Hael and Bellora (which is...?), a heavy-headed mace was accompanied by three hatchets around the waist, and a quiver of javelins hung on a shoulder opposite the shield.
As the party enters, Valen unslings his large, roubd shield and waits for a appropriate time to introduce. After the three ladies depart, the priest steps forward with his shield forward like a banner, "Good morning, Lord Griffith. The Bastion sends its blessings and its Blessed in your hour of need."
After the report is received, Valen is beaten to questions by the matter of payment. He bristles slightly at the lack of priorities, but the thought had crossed his mind. Instead of reacting, he simply strides to the table and begins to look over the tabletop map, "Sir, we will need information before departing: Best and alternative routes, reported threats on the road, the state of the Corvindale Valley. I would like to paint a clear picture of what we are and may be walking into before proceeding. Not to say we will decline, only that information should always be known."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
OOC: The Holy symbol for Hael & Belorra is the same as Vahl’s coat of Arms. A stout gray keep with a welcoming orange firelight emanating from an open gate. Alternatively, you could use a Horn of Plenty sitting atop of an Anvil.
Lord Griffith stood from the table, making old man sounds as he does so. And shuffles to the table, reaching for a cane to assist him as he does so.
“The most direct route to Corvindale is here,” He states pointing to the road leaving south west out of Vahl. “This will take you through the Dawncast Forest, and into the Valley. The Forest Wardens of the Dawncast have recently sent reports of Gnolls in the forest, though they say that they have kept the road clear enough for travel. They also say that they will send a pair of wardens to meet you along the road if they receive any further information.
“As for the valley itself, hmm let see. Griffith furrows his brow as he looks about the table shuffling some of the smaller maps sitting on it. “I had sent for a map earlier this morning, but it-“
“Aye! Aye! I got your Demonshite maps, hold onto to yer britches!” A loud angry voice booms from behind you. When you turn to look, however, you do not see anything,
Zook as it elbows past you, you see what appears to be a knight, except that it’s maybe half your height. It looks almost like a toy until you notice a blue-white flickering light emanating out of its helmet as if it had a candle sitting wear its head would be. You also notice that it has a small satchel with what appear to be maps sticking out.
The toy knight finishes shoving through the party and then hops the three feet from the floor to the map table, landing with a click. “Ere’s Ye bloody maps,” It says unshouldering the satchel.
“Ah, thank you, Gan.” Lord Griffith states reaching out and extracting one of the maps. “This is a map of the Valley.”
“As for the valley, I can only tell you what I know being an outsider. Corvindale is within the Demesne of Duke Garan Collensen of Drakencrest, however, the valley itself is under the protection of Ishmael Brent. His families stronghold is in the south of the valley in the Brentfort, from which he guards the pass to Cromerth from Gnoll Raiders. Given the reports from the Forest Wardens, I would assume that something is seriously wrong at the fort, which may be worth investigating.
If Gnolls truly are the problem then your groups best bet may be to go to the only town in the valley, Lakeside. If their farms began to be ravaged by Gnolls, then Lakeside would likely be where the locals would gather.
Other than that, I do not have any other leads for you. Arthur said that he would be going to Crossroads, though he never really gave a good reason why.
The road from Vahl comes out of the Dawncast here in the northeast. I would recommend stopping at this trading post between the forest and the river. It’s probably still in disuse, but you may find some clues and at the very least it’s a safer place to sleep.”
As he finishes relaying the information he knows, he wraps up the map and sticking it into the bag. He hands the bag to Valen and then looks at the party.
“Anything else?”
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
Lia clears her throat, then speaks in a thick elvish accent as she does when she is nervous. "Eess thherre ah heestorry ove... monesterress or othherre... menases... een thhe arrehaa... een quooesteeone?"
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
-Jack London
Lord Griffith bites the inside of his lip and grimaces, "Other than the Gnolls? Not that I'm aware of, again I have never been to the valley myself." He turns to look at the Toy Knight, who had now sat on the edge of the table, "What about you Gan, so you know anything else?"
The knight's helmet twerks up, "I once knew a man, who said he slew a Yeth Hound in the old Elluvian ruins in the Valley."
Lord Griffith quirks an eyebrow, "That is a... Fey beast correct?"
"Aye."
"Well, there's that." Lord Griffith says back to the party, shrugging as if to say 'sorry' if that wasn't helpful'.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
"It makes no difference what beasts we may face" Corus says calmly, "All I know is that there are people out there in trouble, and for some it may be too late for our help"Corus glances towards the ground, " I pray to Kohl we are not too late." He looks up at the Griffith and gives him a stern look. "Lord Griffith, I will do everything in my power to find and rescue Arthur, and liberate the people of the valley. I do not know what everyone here will say, but as for me you have my blade and my shield, " he grabs his holy symbol tightly, " and the blessing of Kohl will be with us. We will not fail." Corus looks around hoping that his compatriots will join this holy quest.
Valen hands off the map to whoever is nearby and has room for something other than more weapons, "Right, so stop at the trading post for information, Crossroads to inquire about Arthur, Lakeside to check on the people, then Brentfort to investigate possible trouble before proceeding to Corvindale?" Valen turns to the party, "Simple enough, right?"
"By the Fiery Throne, we will have answers and resolutions to your troubles. If we are not able, I will entreat the Bastion to send whatever strength it can spare for what we find."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Infurin slightly bristles at the words of the cleric and paladin, before quietly leaving the room map room to the hallway. (stealth check?: 4) He calms down a moment once he enters the hall. "Idiots, all of them" he mutters under his breath. His arm is annoying him, and he is pacing vigorously through the hallway, as if waiting for the others.
“If there’s nothing else, then the guards will see you out of Royal District.” Lord Griffith says gesturing out towards the door. On you way out the rest of the party find Infurin waiting impatiently in the hallway, with the four guards standing uncomfortably at attention.
The same two guards escort you back out the halls of the castle, then walk you back out to the lower districts of the city. The party then agrees to split up to purchase what they need for the trip and make the preparations necessary for the trip.
OOC: If there anything other than shopping before you leave this is the time, if not let me know on Discord and I'll send you on your way.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
-Jack London
"So, what happened? Did he die and come back? Did you contact his ghost? What happened?"
OOC: If I sound like I'm imitating a kender, it's because I am.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
Lia stops talking in order to refrain from getting really, really angry.
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
-Jack London
"Lia my dear, calm yourself. Nonsense will continue to be nonsense. Chaos, be a dear and be clear with me. So much that my patron can look through my eyes and into your very soul from your words alone." Infurin has had to deal with many the angry arcanist in his day, and he was not about to be one of them. "Chaos, are you aware you killed someone?" He asks.
"Infurin, she knows exactly what she did, stop treating her like a child." Lia snaps.
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
-Jack London
"He got better."
"Stay out of this, Lia."
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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"I caught you and I'm by far your senior," Lia retorts, "I think I can stay out of what I like."
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
-Jack London