War has come to Wildemount! The forces of the Dwendalian Empire and the Kryn Dynasty have declared formal war on each other. Both sides are gearing up to try and take the fight to the others lands. In the center of the empire sits the Siberquel Ridge, a range of mountains that frame the Labenda Swamp. On one of the northern slopes lies the Gnomish town of Hupperdook, home to the ironworks that forge the Empires weapons of war. The residents work hard all day to keep the Empire one step ahead of the Dynasty .But when the sun goes down the town transforms into one gigantic party. It is here you all have come seeking work, money, the chance for glory? Its time to see where your destiny lies........
A chilled, misty night hangs over the industrious mountainside city of Hupperdook, the scent of a recent rain on the air as you walk the muddied path. The nightly festivities have already begun, with the elevated section of the city known as the Idleworks Shelf alight with colorful lanterns and streamers. The distant sounds of music and firecrackers echo from hundreds of feet up the stairs of the mountain. You arrive at the quiet, dark fields of the Assembly Yard, passing massive forges and partially constructed war machines. All the city’s industry has seemingly been abandoned for the night, while the workers of Hupperdook unwind in the celebrations of the upper city.
You've all gathered here to take a well deserved rest from your adventures, and maybe seek out some new opportunities. As you enter the lower parts of the city they seem almost abandoned, save the seemingly large presences of Crownsguard. Which upon further reflection makes sense given the things being built for the war here.
Your newest friend, being a native of Hupperdook, has offered to show you around.
Please everyone introduce yourselves and describe what the others see...........
Nikolas Skullison, a tall human in his late fourties, wearing tattered clothes to his body and a heavy backpack to his back. The top of his head had long forgotten what hair is, though his cheeks and chin seemed to have been good friends with it for many years, featuring a long, messy and dirty beard.
As he walks, the sight of the war machines brings bad memories back. You can see his body tensing and his head restlessly looking around, as if looking for danger.
Standing at 5'2'' and coming in only at 140 pounds Sky is far from a big or opposing individual. However, what he lacks in physical presence he makes up for in spades with his personality. Loving to talk, sing, and play the air genasi seems to be a boundless form of energy. Wearing simple black leather armor and a blue scarf that compliments the young man's light blue skin and eyes. His hair is white and kept long but contained in a complicated braid. No facial hair, Sky instead chooses to pain on intricate patterns with some white makeup. Sky keeps a menagerie of things on him though the most interesting, excluding his weapons, are his bagpipes and artist kit. The genasi loves to play, especially as they travel, and he can play for hours and hours on end. The only thing he likes to do more is paint. Whenever he see's a beautiful landscape Sky will paint. It's honestly the only time the rogue is dead quiet, focused on his work.
Slowing down the pace of travel, Loran pulls down the hood of his cloak, to better appreciate the scenery of Hupperdook. His long, dark hair flows down, with silver jewelry hidden amongst. Beneath the cloak reveals his Hellenic features, no different than humans, though the only discerning attribute being his sapphire eyes, almost glow in the right light, with celestial markings reaching along the ends of the eyes to the temple, fading into the hairline. Enough to say that he stands out, but difficult to pinpoint where the supernatural attraction comes from. Loran takes a breath in the smell of rain, mud and grass, finding the reassurance of nature in the unfamiliarity of steel and concrete.
Standing closeby Loran, an elf who looked like she had all the color drained out of her seems more interested in the stars and moon above than the sights around them, sighs as the lights of Hupperdook finally prevent her from watching them closely. Standing tall, her white hair pulled back into a long braid down her back she starts to look around at everything else around her. "People seem to really enjoy their parties in this empire," she says, tucking her amulet under her clothes and doing her best to hide her shield's emblem under her cloak as they arrive in town. "They rather... loud."
Loran's lips raises in a gentle smile, silently agreeing with her comment. He was from a small fishing village, where he spent most of the time confined to his studies and observatories, encouraged to keep his eyes on the stars and not on the world - which is why everything seems novel to him. The bustling lights reflect in his eyes, appearing to make him also infected by the vibrant night. “Have you missed the liveliness of your hometown?” He asks their new companion.
Looking up at the all so familiar sights, you can see the weight it carries on him just with how he stands. With a slight turn of the head to respond " In a way I have, memories you forgot you had just pop when you least expect it. Ready to see what this place has to offer?" A long travel and you've never seen his full face seeming to always wear his cloak, even so you can tell the features of a tall tabaxi. Features given away by the sway of the cloak from his "mind of it's own" tail, also the oddity of just seeing whiskers from one side of the cloak. " There are many wonders in this city, and many places you would not want to see. How about we see about filling our bellies a bit and then spill our stories?"
As you move into the city you can see blacksmith shops dark except for the faint glow of the embers cooling and the small trail of smoke rising from the chimneys. Open air forges now unattended, tools hung neatly and with obvious care. You catch the lingering glances of Crownsguard watching your group move thru the streets. For Loran and Silaqui seeing this many homes, shops and buildings so close together is a new and slightly claustrophobic experience. Sky, growing up in the larger cities of the empire, this seems somehow smaller, lacking the tall spires and towers you see in Rexxentrum, or even Zadash. Nikolas you've been all over, this city seems like the all the others you've travel thru, you have def become fond of the quieter places in the world.
"That sounds like a plan." Says Nikolas with a deep and, perhaps surprisingly, gentle voice. "Do you know of any small and quiet place that might be open at this time? I rather stay away from the crowds if possible..." In his voice, you can hear a trace of guilt and sadness.
Sky has a slight grin on his face as he looks at all the bright lights and party goes about to suggest the exact opposite, before saying, "I don't think such a place would exist here but I bet we can find something close. And then I'll head to the heart of things. I hear there's nothing like a Hupperdook party."
Looking around it seems almost all the shops and buildings are dark save the street lanterns and small glow from work fires dying out, save for several blocks up the street you can very clearly see what looks to be a bright light coming from around the end of a building.
“We shall go check it out, then.” Loran says. The shadows of the buildings are lined up and the streets are dotted with scattered lights. Attracted by the bright light as he walks briskly towards the back of that building.
As you come to the edge of the building you can see an open air stall with several torches burning. In the stall are several benches(very large for a gnome) with various contraptions on them that you don't quite know what they do. Grumbling to himself you see an older gnome, grey hair slightly bald on top, cleaning and making adjustments to one of the machines.
Sila watches Sky, feeling a little closed in as they moved into the city, "It does seem a bit odd you'd stay behind when everyone else seems to be interested in the festivities."
"Hrumf" the old gnome scoffs without even turning around. "Those fools can keep their festivities, big waste of time if you ask me"
When he finally turns to look at you all you can see he isn't the oldest gnome most of you have seen. His beard hangs down several inches below his chin. His face is weathered and his hands bear several scars, both signs of someone who has worked in forges and around fire most of their lives.
"Why aren't you lot up there celebrating?" he says as he jerks a thumb over his shoulder.
War has come to Wildemount! The forces of the Dwendalian Empire and the Kryn Dynasty have declared formal war on each other. Both sides are gearing up to try and take the fight to the others lands. In the center of the empire sits the Siberquel Ridge, a range of mountains that frame the Labenda Swamp. On one of the northern slopes lies the Gnomish town of Hupperdook, home to the ironworks that forge the Empires weapons of war. The residents work hard all day to keep the Empire one step ahead of the Dynasty .But when the sun goes down the town transforms into one gigantic party. It is here you all have come seeking work, money, the chance for glory? Its time to see where your destiny lies........
A chilled, misty night hangs over the industrious mountainside city of Hupperdook, the scent of a recent rain on the air as you walk the muddied path. The nightly festivities have already begun, with the elevated section of the city known as the Idleworks Shelf alight with colorful lanterns and streamers. The distant sounds of music and firecrackers echo from hundreds of feet up the stairs of the mountain. You arrive at the quiet, dark fields of the Assembly Yard, passing massive forges and partially constructed war machines. All the city’s industry has seemingly been abandoned for the night, while the workers of Hupperdook unwind in the celebrations of the upper city.
You've all gathered here to take a well deserved rest from your adventures, and maybe seek out some new opportunities. As you enter the lower parts of the city they seem almost abandoned, save the seemingly large presences of Crownsguard. Which upon further reflection makes sense given the things being built for the war here.
Your newest friend, being a native of Hupperdook, has offered to show you around.
Please everyone introduce yourselves and describe what the others see...........
Lower Hupperdook
Nikolas Skullison, a tall human in his late fourties, wearing tattered clothes to his body and a heavy backpack to his back. The top of his head had long forgotten what hair is, though his cheeks and chin seemed to have been good friends with it for many years, featuring a long, messy and dirty beard.
As he walks, the sight of the war machines brings bad memories back. You can see his body tensing and his head restlessly looking around, as if looking for danger.
Varielky | Emma
Standing at 5'2'' and coming in only at 140 pounds Sky is far from a big or opposing individual. However, what he lacks in physical presence he makes up for in spades with his personality. Loving to talk, sing, and play the air genasi seems to be a boundless form of energy. Wearing simple black leather armor and a blue scarf that compliments the young man's light blue skin and eyes. His hair is white and kept long but contained in a complicated braid. No facial hair, Sky instead chooses to pain on intricate patterns with some white makeup. Sky keeps a menagerie of things on him though the most interesting, excluding his weapons, are his bagpipes and artist kit. The genasi loves to play, especially as they travel, and he can play for hours and hours on end. The only thing he likes to do more is paint. Whenever he see's a beautiful landscape Sky will paint. It's honestly the only time the rogue is dead quiet, focused on his work.
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Slowing down the pace of travel, Loran pulls down the hood of his cloak, to better appreciate the scenery of Hupperdook. His long, dark hair flows down, with silver jewelry hidden amongst. Beneath the cloak reveals his Hellenic features, no different than humans, though the only discerning attribute being his sapphire eyes, almost glow in the right light, with celestial markings reaching along the ends of the eyes to the temple, fading into the hairline. Enough to say that he stands out, but difficult to pinpoint where the supernatural attraction comes from. Loran takes a breath in the smell of rain, mud and grass, finding the reassurance of nature in the unfamiliarity of steel and concrete.
Standing closeby Loran, an elf who looked like she had all the color drained out of her seems more interested in the stars and moon above than the sights around them, sighs as the lights of Hupperdook finally prevent her from watching them closely. Standing tall, her white hair pulled back into a long braid down her back she starts to look around at everything else around her. "People seem to really enjoy their parties in this empire," she says, tucking her amulet under her clothes and doing her best to hide her shield's emblem under her cloak as they arrive in town. "They rather... loud."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Loran's lips raises in a gentle smile, silently agreeing with her comment. He was from a small fishing village, where he spent most of the time confined to his studies and observatories, encouraged to keep his eyes on the stars and not on the world - which is why everything seems novel to him. The bustling lights reflect in his eyes, appearing to make him also infected by the vibrant night. “Have you missed the liveliness of your hometown?” He asks their new companion.
Looking up at the all so familiar sights, you can see the weight it carries on him just with how he stands. With a slight turn of the head to respond " In a way I have, memories you forgot you had just pop when you least expect it. Ready to see what this place has to offer?" A long travel and you've never seen his full face seeming to always wear his cloak, even so you can tell the features of a tall tabaxi. Features given away by the sway of the cloak from his "mind of it's own" tail, also the oddity of just seeing whiskers from one side of the cloak. " There are many wonders in this city, and many places you would not want to see. How about we see about filling our bellies a bit and then spill our stories?"
As you move into the city you can see blacksmith shops dark except for the faint glow of the embers cooling and the small trail of smoke rising from the chimneys. Open air forges now unattended, tools hung neatly and with obvious care. You catch the lingering glances of Crownsguard watching your group move thru the streets. For Loran and Silaqui seeing this many homes, shops and buildings so close together is a new and slightly claustrophobic experience. Sky, growing up in the larger cities of the empire, this seems somehow smaller, lacking the tall spires and towers you see in Rexxentrum, or even Zadash. Nikolas you've been all over, this city seems like the all the others you've travel thru, you have def become fond of the quieter places in the world.
"That sounds like a plan." Says Nikolas with a deep and, perhaps surprisingly, gentle voice. "Do you know of any small and quiet place that might be open at this time? I rather stay away from the crowds if possible..." In his voice, you can hear a trace of guilt and sadness.
Varielky | Emma
Sky has a slight grin on his face as he looks at all the bright lights and party goes about to suggest the exact opposite, before saying, "I don't think such a place would exist here but I bet we can find something close. And then I'll head to the heart of things. I hear there's nothing like a Hupperdook party."
Looking around it seems almost all the shops and buildings are dark save the street lanterns and small glow from work fires dying out, save for several blocks up the street you can very clearly see what looks to be a bright light coming from around the end of a building.
Nikolas points towards the light. "At the very least, something is there."
Varielky | Emma
“We shall go check it out, then.” Loran says. The shadows of the buildings are lined up and the streets are dotted with scattered lights. Attracted by the bright light as he walks briskly towards the back of that building.
As you come to the edge of the building you can see an open air stall with several torches burning. In the stall are several benches(very large for a gnome) with various contraptions on them that you don't quite know what they do. Grumbling to himself you see an older gnome, grey hair slightly bald on top, cleaning and making adjustments to one of the machines.
"Hello!" Sky says with a wide smile to the gnome, "How are you? Shouldn't you be having fun with everyone else?"
Sila watches Sky, feeling a little closed in as they moved into the city, "It does seem a bit odd you'd stay behind when everyone else seems to be interested in the festivities."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"Hrumf" the old gnome scoffs without even turning around. "Those fools can keep their festivities, big waste of time if you ask me"
When he finally turns to look at you all you can see he isn't the oldest gnome most of you have seen. His beard hangs down several inches below his chin. His face is weathered and his hands bear several scars, both signs of someone who has worked in forges and around fire most of their lives.
"Why aren't you lot up there celebrating?" he says as he jerks a thumb over his shoulder.
"We just got here. I, at the very least, didn't even know festivities were going on. Is there a special occasion now?"
Varielky | Emma
"This is every dangblasted night. All of you new to the city?"