"I gave him some magical advice." The merchant replies.
The carriage comes to a stop after a brief moment, and the doors are opened by the guards outside. Looking out, you can see a dense forest surrounding a walled town. Guard towers line the wall, and no building's roof reaches over the wall.
"I do hope to see you all again soon." The merchant says, before closing the door. The carriage swings around and heads back down the path.
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Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
"Well," Tender says brightly, looking around, "we made it!" She twirls in a light circle in her curiosity, her reptilian tail curling around her ankles. Her brown monk's garb stands out against her dark blue skin, the golden accents -scaley patches on her skin to match the gold down her throat and on the underside of her tail- almost glinting in the light. She stretches, arms above her head, up onto her tip-toes, until her back gives a satisfying crack, and then turns a bright, sharp-toothed smile on her companions as she runs one hand absently through her white mohawk. "Frankly, I never thought I'd be here," she adds, apparently mostly to herself, looking a little wistful.
Orimdal looks around the town, taking in the sights. "So this is Splintfork. I've been meanin' ta get here fer a long time." He looks down over his leather armour and makes sure all his equipment is at hand. He stops a moment, then strokes his short, straw coloured beard before looking to the others that had just gotten off the caravan with him. "Mornin' ta you all. What brings ya ta this little town in east of Rauruth? I'm Orimdal. Guild armourer, both leathers an' iron."
(OOC: Wow, I just realized I'm playing the same character in here as in Respite with several of the same people. I honestly didn't expect that to happen when I applied to both of the campaigns!)
Kallista, who had been asleep for most of the ride, gives a small nod of thanks to the merchants as she steps down from the carriage. As a force of habit, one hand adjusts her hood while the other pats her belt to ensure all of her supplies are still there. Finding nothing out of place, she turns to the others. "Just another stop on my travels. I likely won't stay for long." She says with a small shrug.
"A blacksmith, huh Fletcher? That's my profession too! What da you usually forge?" Orimdal is extremely interested in meeting and learning more of his trade.
"Berdon... was he another apprentice with ya? Strange fer a master ta take on more than one apprentice?" Orimdal scratches his chin and strokes his beard.
Tender looks between them all briefly, something sypathetic flickering in her red eyes when she looks over Fletcher, though it is gone just as quickly. "My name is Tender," she offers, "and like Archer, I'm not entirely sure why I'm here, either. It's as good a place as any, though, I suppose." She had been traveling for such a long time, and was such a long way from home, if it could even still be called that.
Evi stepped out of the carriage after the others and watched as it slowly rolled away into the distance. Looking around at her companions she nervously played with a ring on her finger for a few moments before sheepishly announcing to no one in particular "I'm Evi. It's nice to meet you all."
Kallista narrows her eyes as Fletcher speaks. She of course feels sympathy for him, but something about his story seems a bit off. She doesn't pry, though, knowing she likely won't see him again. Whatever happened in his past is of no matter to her. "I'm Kallista," she says, realizing she hasn't introduced herself to the group.
Fletcher pipes in "if there is anything I have learned from the Vinanathi tribes, it is that 'techniques' means many things. care to elaborate?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"I gave him some magical advice." The merchant replies.
The carriage comes to a stop after a brief moment, and the doors are opened by the guards outside. Looking out, you can see a dense forest surrounding a walled town. Guard towers line the wall, and no building's roof reaches over the wall.
"I do hope to see you all again soon." The merchant says, before closing the door. The carriage swings around and heads back down the path.
Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
"Well," Tender says brightly, looking around, "we made it!" She twirls in a light circle in her curiosity, her reptilian tail curling around her ankles. Her brown monk's garb stands out against her dark blue skin, the golden accents -scaley patches on her skin to match the gold down her throat and on the underside of her tail- almost glinting in the light. She stretches, arms above her head, up onto her tip-toes, until her back gives a satisfying crack, and then turns a bright, sharp-toothed smile on her companions as she runs one hand absently through her white mohawk. "Frankly, I never thought I'd be here," she adds, apparently mostly to herself, looking a little wistful.
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Orimdal looks around the town, taking in the sights. "So this is Splintfork. I've been meanin' ta get here fer a long time." He looks down over his leather armour and makes sure all his equipment is at hand. He stops a moment, then strokes his short, straw coloured beard before looking to the others that had just gotten off the caravan with him. "Mornin' ta you all. What brings ya ta this little town in east of Rauruth? I'm Orimdal. Guild armourer, both leathers an' iron."
(OOC: Wow, I just realized I'm playing the same character in here as in Respite with several of the same people. I honestly didn't expect that to happen when I applied to both of the campaigns!)
Kallista, who had been asleep for most of the ride, gives a small nod of thanks to the merchants as she steps down from the carriage. As a force of habit, one hand adjusts her hood while the other pats her belt to ensure all of her supplies are still there. Finding nothing out of place, she turns to the others. "Just another stop on my travels. I likely won't stay for long." She says with a small shrug.
Iris - Tiefling Cleric | Cassandra - Elf Warlock | Solace - Tiefling Monk | Tempest - Hexblood Monk | Lex - Fire Genasi Barbarian
Lilyn - Triton Ranger | Candor - Changeling Bard | Echo - Changeling Warlock/Bard | Rowan - Fairy Wizard
"I am fletcher. my........dad was a blacksmith. I am.....studying his line of work. Here in Rauruth."
(ooc: Fletcher is a terrible liar)
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"A blacksmith, huh Fletcher? That's my profession too! What da you usually forge?" Orimdal is extremely interested in meeting and learning more of his trade.
"mainly weapons, but Berdon was doing horseshoes before......before I left." a look of pain flashes across his face then disappears.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Berdon... was he another apprentice with ya? Strange fer a master ta take on more than one apprentice?" Orimdal scratches his chin and strokes his beard.
"Berdon was may father. he adopted me, but he is as much family as your mother is to you."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Was...? What happened ta Berdon?"
Fletcher nearly slips, then closes his mouth "none of your goddamn business"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"My apologies, young one. I did no mean ta pry. If yer in need o' another master, I'm happy ta teach some skills o' armourers."
Fletcher smiles apologetically. "sorry for snapping. I am wound a bit tight. the offer is generous, but I don't think it will be necessary."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Tender looks between them all briefly, something sypathetic flickering in her red eyes when she looks over Fletcher, though it is gone just as quickly. "My name is Tender," she offers, "and like Archer, I'm not entirely sure why I'm here, either. It's as good a place as any, though, I suppose." She had been traveling for such a long time, and was such a long way from home, if it could even still be called that.
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Noting the look, Fletcher turns his head away (he blushes violently due to his outburst, but doesn't want anyone to see)
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Evi stepped out of the carriage after the others and watched as it slowly rolled away into the distance. Looking around at her companions she nervously played with a ring on her finger for a few moments before sheepishly announcing to no one in particular "I'm Evi. It's nice to meet you all."
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Kallista narrows her eyes as Fletcher speaks. She of course feels sympathy for him, but something about his story seems a bit off. She doesn't pry, though, knowing she likely won't see him again. Whatever happened in his past is of no matter to her. "I'm Kallista," she says, realizing she hasn't introduced herself to the group.
Iris - Tiefling Cleric | Cassandra - Elf Warlock | Solace - Tiefling Monk | Tempest - Hexblood Monk | Lex - Fire Genasi Barbarian
Lilyn - Triton Ranger | Candor - Changeling Bard | Echo - Changeling Warlock/Bard | Rowan - Fairy Wizard
After your introductions, the gates to Splintfork open with a groaning creak, and a young man stumbles out carrying a box. "Wait!" He calls out.
Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
"for what?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.