Rowan nimbly evades the drake's maw before suddenly becoming drenched by a red rain. As the sky turns dark from the looming dragon, Rowan wipes the remnants of drake from her eyes and gestures her gratitude to Kiltrin for dealing the final blow. She turns her attention to the final kobold and instinctively dashes to protect the fleeing townspeople (g31).
Sahash lets out a joyous laugh as the drake's remains splatter across her pale face, the dark red stark against her ghastly features. "Good one, mate! That's how you start a party!" she yells out to her draconic friend. She bounds alongside Rowan to shield the in danger citizens (h33).
The lone kobold sheathes its dagger and turns and flees to the north. From where the members of the party stand, the keep is clearly visible, lying directly to the east approximately 250 feet distant. Now that the battle has ended, the sound of cries for help can be heard in nearly all directions. Behind all of you is the wounded man--who is carrying his unconscious wife--and his three children that you first encountered upon entering Greenest. Rowan and Sahash are near the elderly couple who are trembling but thankful to be alive.
Atop the walls of the keep stand several crossbowmen; their distant forms silhouetted by the moonlight. To the left--just beyond Sahash--a barn burns; its thatch roof quickly being consumed by the flames. The distance between you and the keep, at this moment, appears to be clear. But how long will it remain so?
Map for reference (party members and townspeople are within the circled area):
Sahash circles back and hoists Amar over her shoulders, and everyone scurries toward the keep. Crossing the nearly 100 feet of open territory on the western side of the keep, you realize other citizens of Greenest have the same goal in mind. Kobolds and cult members are simultaneously closing in as well, but they haven't succeeded in forming an effective cordon around the keep. Guards, holding open the gates for as long as they're able, are screaming for you to hurry, and the crossbowmen atop the keep's walls are sending volleys of bolts at the raiding horde that is approaching. It's a chaotic scene, but all of you are safely ushered through the gate before it is slammed and barred shut. You're wounded and out of breath, but alive.
You hear stout shield dwarf with knotted, tangled, bright red hair barking orders. "See to the wounded!" he yells to a pair of guards. To another guard he says, "Find the gov'ner, lad! Tell 'im the keep's closed off." He then walks off, cursing in dwarvish.
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Gwin replies in dwarvish, "I am Gwinlynn Karmadark. I was sent for by an old friend, a monk by the name of Leosin Erlanthar; I can now see why. I am here to help in any way I can. My companions are strangers to me, we were all walking into Greenest when we saw the attack on the village, however, they fought with me to defend against your attackers so I believe they're willing to help, as well. What happened here? Do you know why you're being attacked? Do you know my friend, Leosin Erlanthar?"
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The shield dwarf listens intently, but his expression conveys his confusion. "A monk? Leosin?" he responds rhetorically. "Don't know the fellow. Sorry to say, Gwin. But I've not heard the name."
The dwarf is interrupted momentarily by some indistinct commotion above. A mixture of yelling voices and the stampede of booted feet can be heard from the keep's upper level.
"Let me be the first to offer gratitude..to you and your companions..." his voice trails off as he looks about the commotion within the keep. "I'm Escobart, master of the keep. Master of the chaos may be more fitting, however." He then digresses into a bit of dwarvish cursing about kobolds and dragons before continuing. "Attacked for loot it would seem. And the kobold filth are doing the bidding of the dragon cultists. Frighten everyone, slay those who choose to fight, seize anything of value." He waves his sword in a vague overhead motion before finishing, "And that vile lizard flyin' about, shootin' lighting..."
"Excuse me sir." *ahem* "My stout, gruff friend. Will there be some punitive force that will come about to, um... handle this situation?" Or should my new found killing buddies and I try to lend a helping hand to your town?" Sin looks around the keep. "This is quite a nice keep, but I am not sure how much it stands up to a dragon."
Escobart looks around the keep, eyeing the wounded and the multitude of townspeople, before he responds. "There will be no such punitive force, lad. Look around you. What you see is what we have."
The dwarf then looks upward, seemingly in an attempt to observe the dragon that's been strafing the keep. "Aye, but the dragon seems half-hearted in all of this. Flies over every three or four minutes and doesn't always belch its lightning when it does so. Not sure what to make of that. It's the kobold filth and their cultist leaders doing the harm, I say!"
Escobart then points to the stairs that lead to the top of the keep's walls. "Up there, elf. You'll find the gov'ner. If you're able to help, then he'll be glad to hear it."
Rowan's hands twitch momentarily at the sound of the words loot and value. Shaking off the siren song of distant memories, she gives a sharp nod at the shield dwarf to show her gratitude for the information, even though he wasn't speaking directly to her, and quickly starts for the keep stairs to meet with the aforementioned governor. Try as she might, Rowan finds her hand drifting down to her side inconspicuously, itching to touch something anything of worth.
Gwin returns to the group and informs them of what she and Sin had learned from Escobart. With Rowan already heading up the stairs, Gwin wants to hurry and join her. Kiltrin motions toward Amar in such a way that indicates he'll remain with her. Gwin turns her attention to Sahash and says, "Barbarian, will you come with us to meet the governor? If so, let's make haste." And with that, the little cleric ambles her way up the stairs as quickly as her short legs will take her.
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Upon reaching the parapet, the one Escobert identified as the governor is easily spotted. Pacing back and forth, uttering words of encouragement and strategy to his crossbowmen, the governor--a human male in his sixties--is doing what he can to prepare his forces for another of the dragon's aerial attacks.The right side of the man's face and head are bandaged, his right arm hangs in a sling, and his light blue tunic is stained with his own blood. It appears he's had time only for a bit of cursory first aid.
His eyes are drawn to to Gwin, Sahash, and Rowan, and he quickly assesses whether they might be friend or foe. "Greetings. Escobert has sent you?"
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Rowan nimbly evades the drake's maw before suddenly becoming drenched by a red rain. As the sky turns dark from the looming dragon, Rowan wipes the remnants of drake from her eyes and gestures her gratitude to Kiltrin for dealing the final blow. She turns her attention to the final kobold and instinctively dashes to protect the fleeing townspeople (g31).
Sahash lets out a joyous laugh as the drake's remains splatter across her pale face, the dark red stark against her ghastly features. "Good one, mate! That's how you start a party!" she yells out to her draconic friend. She bounds alongside Rowan to shield the in danger citizens (h33).
The lone kobold sheathes its dagger and turns and flees to the north. From where the members of the party stand, the keep is clearly visible, lying directly to the east approximately 250 feet distant. Now that the battle has ended, the sound of cries for help can be heard in nearly all directions. Behind all of you is the wounded man--who is carrying his unconscious wife--and his three children that you first encountered upon entering Greenest. Rowan and Sahash are near the elderly couple who are trembling but thankful to be alive.
Atop the walls of the keep stand several crossbowmen; their distant forms silhouetted by the moonlight. To the left--just beyond Sahash--a barn burns; its thatch roof quickly being consumed by the flames. The distance between you and the keep, at this moment, appears to be clear. But how long will it remain so?
Map for reference (party members and townspeople are within the circled area):
Sahash circles back and hoists Amar over her shoulders, and everyone scurries toward the keep. Crossing the nearly 100 feet of open territory on the western side of the keep, you realize other citizens of Greenest have the same goal in mind. Kobolds and cult members are simultaneously closing in as well, but they haven't succeeded in forming an effective cordon around the keep. Guards, holding open the gates for as long as they're able, are screaming for you to hurry, and the crossbowmen atop the keep's walls are sending volleys of bolts at the raiding horde that is approaching. It's a chaotic scene, but all of you are safely ushered through the gate before it is slammed and barred shut. You're wounded and out of breath, but alive.
You hear stout shield dwarf with knotted, tangled, bright red hair barking orders. "See to the wounded!" he yells to a pair of guards. To another guard he says, "Find the gov'ner, lad! Tell 'im the keep's closed off." He then walks off, cursing in dwarvish.
(All players are now level 2; update your character sheets)
Gwin hurries after the dwarf. In their shared language she calls to him, "*Mellon, wait! May I speak with you for a moment?"
*dwarvish for friend
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
The dwarf pauses and turns, "Speak, stranger. And if you are indeed a friend to Greenest, then we have need of you..."
Gwin replies in dwarvish, "I am Gwinlynn Karmadark. I was sent for by an old friend, a monk by the name of Leosin Erlanthar; I can now see why. I am here to help in any way I can. My companions are strangers to me, we were all walking into Greenest when we saw the attack on the village, however, they fought with me to defend against your attackers so I believe they're willing to help, as well. What happened here? Do you know why you're being attacked? Do you know my friend, Leosin Erlanthar?"
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
The shield dwarf listens intently, but his expression conveys his confusion. "A monk? Leosin?" he responds rhetorically. "Don't know the fellow. Sorry to say, Gwin. But I've not heard the name."
The dwarf is interrupted momentarily by some indistinct commotion above. A mixture of yelling voices and the stampede of booted feet can be heard from the keep's upper level.
"Let me be the first to offer gratitude..to you and your companions..." his voice trails off as he looks about the commotion within the keep. "I'm Escobart, master of the keep. Master of the chaos may be more fitting, however." He then digresses into a bit of dwarvish cursing about kobolds and dragons before continuing. "Attacked for loot it would seem. And the kobold filth are doing the bidding of the dragon cultists. Frighten everyone, slay those who choose to fight, seize anything of value." He waves his sword in a vague overhead motion before finishing, "And that vile lizard flyin' about, shootin' lighting..."
"Excuse me sir." *ahem* "My stout, gruff friend. Will there be some punitive force that will come about to, um... handle this situation?" Or should my new found killing buddies and I try to lend a helping hand to your town?" Sin looks around the keep. "This is quite a nice keep, but I am not sure how much it stands up to a dragon."
Escobart looks around the keep, eyeing the wounded and the multitude of townspeople, before he responds. "There will be no such punitive force, lad. Look around you. What you see is what we have."
The dwarf then looks upward, seemingly in an attempt to observe the dragon that's been strafing the keep. "Aye, but the dragon seems half-hearted in all of this. Flies over every three or four minutes and doesn't always belch its lightning when it does so. Not sure what to make of that. It's the kobold filth and their cultist leaders doing the harm, I say!"
Escobart then points to the stairs that lead to the top of the keep's walls. "Up there, elf. You'll find the gov'ner. If you're able to help, then he'll be glad to hear it."
Gwin has been listening to the dwarfs response and thanks him. "We will go see the governor and see how we can be of assistance."
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
Rowan's hands twitch momentarily at the sound of the words loot and value. Shaking off the siren song of distant memories, she gives a sharp nod at the shield dwarf to show her gratitude for the information, even though he wasn't speaking directly to her, and quickly starts for the keep stairs to meet with the aforementioned governor. Try as she might, Rowan finds her hand drifting down to her side inconspicuously, itching to touch
somethinganything of worth.Gwin returns to the group and informs them of what she and Sin had learned from Escobart. With Rowan already heading up the stairs, Gwin wants to hurry and join her. Kiltrin motions toward Amar in such a way that indicates he'll remain with her. Gwin turns her attention to Sahash and says, "Barbarian, will you come with us to meet the governor? If so, let's make haste." And with that, the little cleric ambles her way up the stairs as quickly as her short legs will take her.
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
Upon reaching the parapet, the one Escobert identified as the governor is easily spotted. Pacing back and forth, uttering words of encouragement and strategy to his crossbowmen, the governor--a human male in his sixties--is doing what he can to prepare his forces for another of the dragon's aerial attacks.The right side of the man's face and head are bandaged, his right arm hangs in a sling, and his light blue tunic is stained with his own blood. It appears he's had time only for a bit of cursory first aid.
His eyes are drawn to to Gwin, Sahash, and Rowan, and he quickly assesses whether they might be friend or foe. "Greetings. Escobert has sent you?"