"That is no problem for me. I have no qualms about sharing a room. And that sounds great. I don't want to wake you up early for no cause. I'm sure you work late." Rhys scratches his head, glancing at the group.
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Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
"Let's go," Jayne says encouragingly, taking another sip of her drink and standing up. As the group begins moving toward the door, Jayne touches Dyrdramande's arm to indicate to her she'd like them to walk a little behind the boys.
"I think you introduced yourself earlier, but I was a little lost in my own head. I'm Jayne. I'm from Halsworth." After the elf introduces herself, Jayne continues, "I know I'm going to sound like an idiot, but I don't have much memory — long story — and I don't think I've ever seen someone who looks like a white lizard before," she says, nodding toward the back of Icierys. "What is he? And, is he a he? I don't want to assume."
"I think you introduced yourself earlier, but I was a little lost in my own head. I'm Jayne. I'm from Halsworth." After the elf introduces herself, Jayne continues, "I know I'm going to sound like an idiot, but I don't have much memory — long story — and I don't think I've ever seen someone who looks like a white lizard before," she says, nodding toward the back of Icierys. "What is he? And, is he a he? I don't want to assume."
OOC: I'm going to assume that Dragonborn are proliferate enough, and Dyrdramande widely traveled enough, that Dyrdramande would have a passing knowledge of them. If that is not the case, please let me know.
Dyrdramande keeps her voice down as she trails behind the group with Jayne. "They're called Dragonborn. He's a he, so far as I can tell, and not a lizard, but a descendant of the dragon people." She waits a moment and then just above a whisper says, "Would you mind if I shared a room with you tonight?"
As Dyrdramande explains about Icierys, Jayne mouths the word "dragonborn", then says aloud, "Descendant of a dragon," in a tone full of wonder. When asked if the two could share a room, Jayne smiles. "Well, sure. I figured we would. Wouldn't that be funny? We each get a room to ourselves and stick those three in a room together. I mean, I guess I could share a room with one of them, but I hardly know them, and that seems ... Well, Ophelia would say it isn't 'proper'." She's quiet for a little bit as they walk. "So, you're an elf, right? A full-blooded elf? We aren't sure, but Ophelia says she thinks I'm half elf like her." Unconsciously, Jayne begins fiddling with her crystal. "Maybe I'll remember one day who my parents are," she says, her voice becoming quiet. "Sometimes I wonder if they're looking for me," she admits thoughtfully. Her eyes have become distant and slightly darker.
Icierys glances at the rest of the party. "I am willing to share a room, assuming that one of us will have a room to themselves. Will we discuss strategy in the morning or shall we lay out the details tonight?"
Dyrdramande smiles softly at Jayne's revelation about her missing memory and parents. "I am an elf, yes. I'm sorry you've lost your memory. My tribe says memories are the backbone of our people. I cannot imagine how troubling it must be to look back and see only black." Realizing she's just created a rather bleak picture, Dyrdramande suddenly goes silent. She looks to Icierys and says, "I believe we should make ready tonight so that we can leave as soon as conditions are most favorable in the morning. If everyone else is okay with it?"
"Hmm..." Icierys rubs his chin as he considers Rhys' question. "Personal duty, I suppose. Normally, I help guide people to these settlements. I only enter to resupply before returning to the outside, but I was recently injured and had to recover here." The dragonborn looks Rhys over. "May I ask the same of you? You don't seem to be from here either. In fact, none of us appear to be." Icierys glances at the group as a whole. "Maybe fate has brought us together for some reason."
"Ah, that's kind of you. These are good folk. I work for a militia-type organization out of Wheldrek. If you're feeling particularly cynical, you could call us mercenaries. I've been patrolling out here for a couple days, looking for anything that may be going on that would be a threat. I think they mostly wanted an appearance of forceful authority as they get an actual guard set up. I was supposed to be preventing thieves and such, not *waves his hand in the vague direction of the tower* whatever that is." Rhys rolls his shoulders. "Ah, but I'm more than happy to help. It'll be good to do something helpful for these folks. You're right. Maybe it is fate."
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Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
Caedmon takes you all on a quick trip to northern Wheldrek, where a grumpy-looking older man sits down outside, a larger boat a little ways in front of him. Caedmon steps away from you all and reasons with the old man, trying to keep their argument as quiet as possible before the old man storms off into his home. After that, Caedmon leaves you for the night as you all return your rooms at the inn (unless there's something else anyone wants to do before dawn, we'll just time skip to that point).
"It wasn't anything serious, just a bump on the head." Icierys taps the back of his head, indicating a spot where the scales are slightly scratched. "I was only out for about half a day, but my charges insisted that I wait a full week before I undertook strenuous activity again. Apparently, that includes wearing armor." He pauses for a moment, his eyes sliding toward Drymandae and Ferdinand. "I am curious about the two of you as well. It isn't every day that a human skilled in the arts and an archer who can climb buildings with ease make their way into a settlement. What are your stories?"
Dyrdramande looks at Icierys and considers his question. She taps her fingers nervously against the buckle of her pack. Then says, "I lived among a nomadic tribe of hunters out in the wild places. We were assailed by ogres, most of my kin are dead or scattered. My father prepared me for such an event from a young age. He told me to seek safety in the human settlements. This town was the closest." She waves a hand indicating greater Wheldrek.
OOC: Totally fine with the fast forward to the next morning.
Jayne looks at the place at the base of Icierys's skull and makes a sound of concern, even though she really doesn't see anything of note. "Should you be going out to the tower tomorrow, then? Maybe you should rest up, and we'll take care of it?"
After Dyrdramande's story, Jayne looks stricken. "That's ... horrible." She looks like she wants to make physical contact with the elf, but forces herself to keep her distance from the relative stranger by crossing one arm across her stomach while the other fiddles with the crystal hanging around her neck. She opens her mouth to say more, but then looks around at the others and shuts her mouth, still looking troubled.
Icierys waves off Jayne as he listens to Drydamande's story. When she finishes, the dragonborn makes a slight nod. "I wish I could say I had not heard that same story before. Many of the people I guide to these settlements tell the same one--they are attacked, the people scatter, and then they head for these settlements." Icierys steadies his gaze toward Drydamande. "It is never enough to give condolences to those who have lost. We must simply keep living."
OOC: I'm also fine with a time skip, I just spent too long editing my last post to realize we were moving forward.
"Oh, I am sorry to hear that Dyrdramande. It's true that condolences are never enough, but you still have mine." Rhys looks around at the group. Seeing the compassionate compatriots who surround him, he feels a sense of calm. These strangers seem worth getting to know better.
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Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
(After you've all answered each other questions) As the sun rises, Wheldrek seems much more peaceful than the one you all stumbled into previously, the water is still, there's barely any noise apart from your footsteps in the mud lining the lakeshore.
You all hop into the boat and start to row your way out towards the tower. There are two oars, and each one requires one person to row. Who's rowing, and where is everyone on the boat?
"I'll take the other, if no one else will." Icierys glances at Drydamande for a moment. "I have the strength for it, and so long as I am instructed in the form, I should be able to manage."
"That is no problem for me. I have no qualms about sharing a room. And that sounds great. I don't want to wake you up early for no cause. I'm sure you work late." Rhys scratches his head, glancing at the group.
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
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"Let's go," Jayne says encouragingly, taking another sip of her drink and standing up. As the group begins moving toward the door, Jayne touches Dyrdramande's arm to indicate to her she'd like them to walk a little behind the boys.
"I think you introduced yourself earlier, but I was a little lost in my own head. I'm Jayne. I'm from Halsworth." After the elf introduces herself, Jayne continues, "I know I'm going to sound like an idiot, but I don't have much memory — long story — and I don't think I've ever seen someone who looks like a white lizard before," she says, nodding toward the back of Icierys. "What is he? And, is he a he? I don't want to assume."
OOC: I'm going to assume that Dragonborn are proliferate enough, and Dyrdramande widely traveled enough, that Dyrdramande would have a passing knowledge of them. If that is not the case, please let me know.
Dyrdramande keeps her voice down as she trails behind the group with Jayne. "They're called Dragonborn. He's a he, so far as I can tell, and not a lizard, but a descendant of the dragon people." She waits a moment and then just above a whisper says, "Would you mind if I shared a room with you tonight?"
As Dyrdramande explains about Icierys, Jayne mouths the word "dragonborn", then says aloud, "Descendant of a dragon," in a tone full of wonder. When asked if the two could share a room, Jayne smiles. "Well, sure. I figured we would. Wouldn't that be funny? We each get a room to ourselves and stick those three in a room together. I mean, I guess I could share a room with one of them, but I hardly know them, and that seems ... Well, Ophelia would say it isn't 'proper'." She's quiet for a little bit as they walk. "So, you're an elf, right? A full-blooded elf? We aren't sure, but Ophelia says she thinks I'm half elf like her." Unconsciously, Jayne begins fiddling with her crystal. "Maybe I'll remember one day who my parents are," she says, her voice becoming quiet. "Sometimes I wonder if they're looking for me," she admits thoughtfully. Her eyes have become distant and slightly darker.
Icierys glances at the rest of the party. "I am willing to share a room, assuming that one of us will have a room to themselves. Will we discuss strategy in the morning or shall we lay out the details tonight?"
Dyrdramande smiles softly at Jayne's revelation about her missing memory and parents. "I am an elf, yes. I'm sorry you've lost your memory. My tribe says memories are the backbone of our people. I cannot imagine how troubling it must be to look back and see only black." Realizing she's just created a rather bleak picture, Dyrdramande suddenly goes silent. She looks to Icierys and says, "I believe we should make ready tonight so that we can leave as soon as conditions are most favorable in the morning. If everyone else is okay with it?"
"Icierys, I'll share a room with you, if you don't mind. What brings you around these parts? Dragonborn are especially rare around here."
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
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"Hmm..." Icierys rubs his chin as he considers Rhys' question. "Personal duty, I suppose. Normally, I help guide people to these settlements. I only enter to resupply before returning to the outside, but I was recently injured and had to recover here." The dragonborn looks Rhys over. "May I ask the same of you? You don't seem to be from here either. In fact, none of us appear to be." Icierys glances at the group as a whole. "Maybe fate has brought us together for some reason."
"Ah, that's kind of you. These are good folk. I work for a militia-type organization out of Wheldrek. If you're feeling particularly cynical, you could call us mercenaries. I've been patrolling out here for a couple days, looking for anything that may be going on that would be a threat. I think they mostly wanted an appearance of forceful authority as they get an actual guard set up. I was supposed to be preventing thieves and such, not *waves his hand in the vague direction of the tower* whatever that is." Rhys rolls his shoulders. "Ah, but I'm more than happy to help. It'll be good to do something helpful for these folks. You're right. Maybe it is fate."
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
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"So, a guide and a guard," Jayne says. "I'm just a farmer's helper and a barmaid. How were you injured?" she asks, sounding a little more serious.
Caedmon takes you all on a quick trip to northern Wheldrek, where a grumpy-looking older man sits down outside, a larger boat a little ways in front of him. Caedmon steps away from you all and reasons with the old man, trying to keep their argument as quiet as possible before the old man storms off into his home. After that, Caedmon leaves you for the night as you all return your rooms at the inn (unless there's something else anyone wants to do before dawn, we'll just time skip to that point).
"It wasn't anything serious, just a bump on the head." Icierys taps the back of his head, indicating a spot where the scales are slightly scratched. "I was only out for about half a day, but my charges insisted that I wait a full week before I undertook strenuous activity again. Apparently, that includes wearing armor." He pauses for a moment, his eyes sliding toward Drymandae and Ferdinand. "I am curious about the two of you as well. It isn't every day that a human skilled in the arts and an archer who can climb buildings with ease make their way into a settlement. What are your stories?"
(I'm okay with fast-forwarding to the next morning, pending responses to Icierys).
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
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Dyrdramande looks at Icierys and considers his question. She taps her fingers nervously against the buckle of her pack. Then says, "I lived among a nomadic tribe of hunters out in the wild places. We were assailed by ogres, most of my kin are dead or scattered. My father prepared me for such an event from a young age. He told me to seek safety in the human settlements. This town was the closest." She waves a hand indicating greater Wheldrek.
OOC: Totally fine with the fast forward to the next morning.
Jayne looks at the place at the base of Icierys's skull and makes a sound of concern, even though she really doesn't see anything of note. "Should you be going out to the tower tomorrow, then? Maybe you should rest up, and we'll take care of it?"
After Dyrdramande's story, Jayne looks stricken. "That's ... horrible." She looks like she wants to make physical contact with the elf, but forces herself to keep her distance from the relative stranger by crossing one arm across her stomach while the other fiddles with the crystal hanging around her neck. She opens her mouth to say more, but then looks around at the others and shuts her mouth, still looking troubled.
Icierys waves off Jayne as he listens to Drydamande's story. When she finishes, the dragonborn makes a slight nod. "I wish I could say I had not heard that same story before. Many of the people I guide to these settlements tell the same one--they are attacked, the people scatter, and then they head for these settlements." Icierys steadies his gaze toward Drydamande. "It is never enough to give condolences to those who have lost. We must simply keep living."
OOC: I'm also fine with a time skip, I just spent too long editing my last post to realize we were moving forward.
"Oh, I am sorry to hear that Dyrdramande. It's true that condolences are never enough, but you still have mine." Rhys looks around at the group. Seeing the compassionate compatriots who surround him, he feels a sense of calm. These strangers seem worth getting to know better.
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
DM for A Waterdhavian Heist
(After you've all answered each other questions) As the sun rises, Wheldrek seems much more peaceful than the one you all stumbled into previously, the water is still, there's barely any noise apart from your footsteps in the mud lining the lakeshore.
You all hop into the boat and start to row your way out towards the tower. There are two oars, and each one requires one person to row. Who's rowing, and where is everyone on the boat?
Rhys steps outside, stretching as he soaks up the morning sun's rays. "Good morning, everyone! How is everyone feeling? Ready to go fix a curse?"
Seeing the boat, Rhys plops down next to one of the oars. "I've got this one!" He smiles and looks out on the lake.
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
DM for A Waterdhavian Heist
"I'll take the other, if no one else will." Icierys glances at Drydamande for a moment. "I have the strength for it, and so long as I am instructed in the form, I should be able to manage."