It's top of the morning when you arrive at Greenest.
The small town is exactly what you'll expect from such a name: There's farming lands and gardens, and a gentle breeze washes over the town's cornfields as you make your way in. A shallow stream flows past the town, and you can spot a few riding horses drinking water there or pasting freely in the terrain around it.
From where you are, you can see some of Greenest's buildings: There's an old mill at the center, surrounded by houses and what looks like a Temple to some harvest deity.
You were hired by the town's governor, but instead of him being the one waiting for you to arrive at the town's entrance, you and other five people are greeted by someone else: A shield dwarf with knotted, tangled, bright red hair.
"...What a strange group of people."He says to himself in a whisper that probably wasn't meant to be heard by you, but this dwarf looks like the type of man who isn't able to do anything quietly. "Governor Nighthill is waiting for you at the Inn, I'm here to guide you there" He says, his voice a very deep baritone that contrasts a lot with his short height. His green eyes glare at you, like he's waiting for you or any of the other five to do anything funny so he can immediately teach you a lesson. "Name's Castellan Escobert, though people call me Escobert the Red" He presents himself, he seems very proud of that nickname. "I take that you are the people whom had been hired to find poor Milo, yes? Care to tell me your names?"
You may now introduce yourself, not only to Escobert here but also to your new companions. Please make a short physical description of your character while you are at it: How do they look like, what are they wearing right now, that kinda stuff. Feel free to interact with each other as well.
Kane walks up to the entrance and sees the others gathered at the town’s entrance. “Guess it’s a more than one person job..” he muses as he walks up to the dwarf. “Hi, I’m Akanos Novak, but call me Kane.” Kane is a Tielfing with bright red skin. His shot is cropped short and is glistening white. He has a small scar under his left eye. He is about 6”0 tall, slender and has sharp features. He wears a black double breasted jacket with a cape that is black on the outside and red in the inside. As for weapons, he uses a quarterstaff as a walking stick and a small dagger on his left thigh, but beyond that he is lightly armed.
While Gunra is the same height as Kane, that is where the similarities end. The tiefling is slender and well-dressed, but the tortle is bulky and mostly without traditional clothes. Pieces of what was likely once a single suit of leather armor can be seen on the hulking grey humanoid - a bit of leather strapped to his plastron, two distressed leather bracers over his forearms. His carapace is angular, like a daunting, craggy ridgeline, three distinct rows of triangular osteoderms rising from it. His head is heavy-looking, his rigid beak looking something like a bear trap. Though and unslung bowstave and a shortsword can be seen on his person, he currently bears a shield with one arm, and his other hand grips the haft of a dirty-looking battleaxe, leaning against the edge of his carapace.
"I would be Gunra." he states, without particular enthusiasm. He hadn't expected the Governor to set him up to work with other people.
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While Gunra is the same height as Kane, that is where the similarities end. The tiefling is slender and well-dressed, but the tortle is bulky and mostly without traditional clothes. Pieces of what was likely once a single suit of leather armor can be seen on the hulking grey humanoid - a bit of leather strapped to his plastron, two distressed leather bracers over his forearms. His carapace is angular, like a daunting, craggy ridgeline, three distinct rows of triangular osteoderms rising from it. His head is heavy-looking, his rigid beak looking something like a bear trap. Though and unslung bowstave and a shortsword can be seen on his person, he currently bears a shield with one arm, and his other hand grips the haft of a dirty-looking battleaxe, leaning against the edge of his carapace.
"I would be Gunra." he states, without particular enthusiasm. He hadn't expected the Governor to set him up to work with other people.
“Hey, Gunra.” Kane says to the tortle, offering a friendly smile. “I’m glad you will be joining us. You look like you’ve seen your fair share of battles. Tell me, what do you think of our other companions?”
From behind the dwarf, another figure appears - a tiefling woman, about 5'8 tall with a slender build. She has light purple skin and long, purple hair that hangs in a braid over her shoulder. Her horns grow straight backwards, arching along her head before sharply curving upwards at the very ends. She wears a puffy-sleeved white shirt, a brown vest that looks like it might have some sort of thin armor built in, and dark purple pants with a gold stripe running down either side. A rapier hangs on her belt and a lute is slung over her back.
"Morning, Red. These the ones?"She calls out with a grin. It's hard to tell with her pupilless white eyes, but you get the sense she's giving you a once-over. Not waiting for an answer, she continues as she approaches closer. "I'm Harmony. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She holds out a long-fingered hand for whoever will take it.
A hunched hooded figure leans on its staff trying to not let its face be seen by the others. A plain robe it's wearing covers the whole body, with exception of it's yellowish feet and hands with occasional dark spots. If you observe the hands closely, you can see a few freshly healed scars and bruises. Approaching the figure closer you might be able to glimpse under its hood where you can see a yellowish hairless male face, with a short nose and pointy ears.
From behind the dwarf, another figure appears - a tiefling woman, about 5'8 tall with a slender build. She has light purple skin and long, purple hair that hangs in a braid over her shoulder. Her horns grow straight backwards, arching along her head before sharply curving upwards at the very ends. She wears a puffy-sleeved white shirt, a brown vest that looks like it might have some sort of thin armor built in, and dark purple pants with a gold stripe running down either side. A rapier hangs on her belt and a lute is slung over her back.
"Morning, Red. These the ones?"She calls out with a grin. It's hard to tell with her pupilless white eyes, but you get the sense she's giving you a once-over. Not waiting for an answer, she continues as she approaches closer. "I'm Harmony. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She holds out a long-fingered hand for whoever will take it.
“Delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Harmony.” Kane takes her hand and shakes it. “I’m assuming by your lute that you are a musician, perhaps a bard. Reminds me of my friend, Herbert. I hope he is doing well.” Kane gazes off, as if thinking of something else.
”Anyway, it is good to have another Tielfing among us. Our people are hard to find these days...”
Gunra doesn't respond immediately to Akanos, instead scanning over the others, slowly sizing them up. Each was dressed differently, looked differently. Had they travelled as far as he had? Perhaps. Still, none of them looked like trackers. Harmony, Nurm. Easy enough names to remember.
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Escobert is familiar with Harmony due to her having been on the town for some time now, and he had heard something about the innkeeper's family helping a strange wizard they had found, though he had not met the weird stranger until now. "Sure are" He answers to Harmony, still inspecting the newcomers.
(I'm waiting for everyone to post their introduction, then we are moving on from here.)
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Petmailer Nailo steps forward, greeting the dwarf and then looking around at his companions. “I didn’t know who would be here. Hello... to you all. We are quite a crew, aren’t we?” He is 5’10”, a slender elf but sinewy strong, in leather armor and carrying a backpack, longbow in hand. He seems to be sizing you all up in turn, guessing your backgrounds and appraising you. He has silvery hair, pale complexion and appears to be squinting in the sun.
"We definitely are,"Harmony replies with a chuckle. The elf seems to be the most 'normal' of their group by far. Wherever this quest is going to bring them, they're sure to draw some attention. Not that she minds. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your name."
Apparently one of, if not the last to join in what was turning out to be a small force, Azrael walked at a casual pace along the path. Taking the time from that position to eye the group piled in front of the dwarf and the female teifling who looked oddly like a Draenei. His eyes lingered on the two teiflings. While not one to believe Dogma or rumors about a race outright, he would likely keep an eye on them both for a while. As he approached, he raised his spear in a hail as he used it like a walking stick Greetings. he says in a deep, bass voice sounding like gravel speaking as it ground against itself. I had not expected so many here. But it simply makes the task easier no? My name is Azrael Zifandael, but please, call me only by my first.
Azrael stood, what to most beings, is a hulking seven feet, eight inches, towering over most humanoids, and only dwarfed by some. His appearance is striking for an Acolyte. His body looking physically well-toned in spite of wearing the attire of a caster. His bold Blue-Sapphire scales stand out in a crowd faintly gleaming in the sunlight, and his frosted-sky-blue eyes are piercing and powerful, possessing the black slitted-pupils common among Dragonkin. His tail, dragging listfully behind him whenever he walked, never making a sound. His robes are eloquent and vibrant shades of Royal-Blue, flowing around him (Likely a gift from his cloister before leaving). The trim, a brilliant Gold-Thread, of which inlay in a whirlpool of four threads towards the center as if it were the eye of a storm, where they form a circle around what appears to be a Platinum Dragon, suspended in midair. The dragons' head would appear to be looking directly at whomever it was facing. Six leathered Angellic wings spreading out in the cardinal directions. Upon his neck, hanging from a simple, but strong chain, you would see his Holy-Symbol, Marking him as a Follower of Bahamut, encircling a vibrantly swirling Violet-Orb that was his Arcane-focus, ultimately fusing them both into a single entity. Most would feel a mixture of intimidation, and benevolence exuding from the aura of his presence. And there always seemed to be a charge in the air around him. Ultimately, you would sense from him absolute, steadfast conviction in his beliefs, and the raw confidence that comes with it.
His eyes fell on the dwarf who was dressiness everyone, his own stern gaze meeting the much smaller mans as he quite literally looked down on him from above as he finally reached where everyone else was, more or less. Azrael, Follower of of the great Platinum dragon, Bahamut - at your service. Are we waiting on anyone else, or is this everyone?
The dwarf takes a long look to the six of you: Two tieflings, a moon elf, a tortle, a gith and now a dragonborn. What a strange group, indeed.
"No, I believe that's all. The governor did say that there would be six of you." He answers to Azrael. "Quite the religious one, aren't you? For your clothes, I took you for a mage, not a paladin."
He turns to the town. "Whatever! Follow me, the governor must be wondering why are we taking so long..."
He starts to walk towards the Inn without no further waiting.
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Kane watches as the Dragonborn approaches. He is a sight to behold. When he reaches the group and finishes talking, Kane sticks his hand out and says, “Well, I believe you are the last person we were waiting on. Akanos Novak, master caster, bold adventurer, and many other things. But please, call me Kane. Are you a caster like myself, or do you prefer to use weapons of wood and steel?”
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Azrael doesn't hesitate, though his eyes watch where the teiflings hands go as he takes the others hand in his scaled one. I am what I am. I use spells to incinerate my foes from within. But having a weapon as a backup is never a bad idea. Any caster of any color who does not bring a weapon just in case is begging for death. That and I would rather block a sword with my shaft, than my hands.
Barring any other conversation or questions, Azrael would follow along with the dwarf, taking up the rear of the group of oddly-tall people.
Edit, since apparently myself and Kane posted at the same time.
Azrael doesn't hesitate, though his eyes watch where the teiflings hands go as he takes the others hand in his scaled one. I am what I am. I use spells to incinerate my foes from within. But having a weapon as a backup is never a bad idea. Any caster of any color who does not bring a weapon just in case is begging for death. That and I would rather block a sword with my shaft, than my hands.
Barring any other conversation or questions, Azrael would follow along with the dwarf, taking up the rear of the group of oddly-tall people.
Kane thinks about this while the group walks. He stays near the back with Azrael. Kane says “Hmm. Spells and weapons. Not a bad idea. I rarely use physical weapons, however, my staff has come in handy once or twice. And of course, always carry a blade, even if small.” Kane shows the dagger attached to his thigh. “But besides these two, I’m not very well trained in the ways of modern weaponry. I prefer to use my words first, and if that doesn’t work, obliterate my foes from a distance.”
”I consider myself more of a musician than anything. But I’ve learned to use my song for a variety of purposes - to charm, to distract, to injure, and yes, to heal.”
It's top of the morning when you arrive at Greenest.
The small town is exactly what you'll expect from such a name: There's farming lands and gardens, and a gentle breeze washes over the town's cornfields as you make your way in. A shallow stream flows past the town, and you can spot a few riding horses drinking water there or pasting freely in the terrain around it.
From where you are, you can see some of Greenest's buildings: There's an old mill at the center, surrounded by houses and what looks like a Temple to some harvest deity.
You were hired by the town's governor, but instead of him being the one waiting for you to arrive at the town's entrance, you and other five people are greeted by someone else: A shield dwarf with knotted, tangled, bright red hair.
"...What a strange group of people." He says to himself in a whisper that probably wasn't meant to be heard by you, but this dwarf looks like the type of man who isn't able to do anything quietly.
"Governor Nighthill is waiting for you at the Inn, I'm here to guide you there" He says, his voice a very deep baritone that contrasts a lot with his short height. His green eyes glare at you, like he's waiting for you or any of the other five to do anything funny so he can immediately teach you a lesson. "Name's Castellan Escobert, though people call me Escobert the Red" He presents himself, he seems very proud of that nickname. "I take that you are the people whom had been hired to find poor Milo, yes? Care to tell me your names?"
You may now introduce yourself, not only to Escobert here but also to your new companions. Please make a short physical description of your character while you are at it: How do they look like, what are they wearing right now, that kinda stuff. Feel free to interact with each other as well.
Active Campaigns:
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Kane walks up to the entrance and sees the others gathered at the town’s entrance. “Guess it’s a more than one person job..” he muses as he walks up to the dwarf. “Hi, I’m Akanos Novak, but call me Kane.” Kane is a Tielfing with bright red skin. His shot is cropped short and is glistening white. He has a small scar under his left eye. He is about 6”0 tall, slender and has sharp features. He wears a black double breasted jacket with a cape that is black on the outside and red in the inside. As for weapons, he uses a quarterstaff as a walking stick and a small dagger on his left thigh, but beyond that he is lightly armed.
While Gunra is the same height as Kane, that is where the similarities end. The tiefling is slender and well-dressed, but the tortle is bulky and mostly without traditional clothes. Pieces of what was likely once a single suit of leather armor can be seen on the hulking grey humanoid - a bit of leather strapped to his plastron, two distressed leather bracers over his forearms. His carapace is angular, like a daunting, craggy ridgeline, three distinct rows of triangular osteoderms rising from it. His head is heavy-looking, his rigid beak looking something like a bear trap. Though and unslung bowstave and a shortsword can be seen on his person, he currently bears a shield with one arm, and his other hand grips the haft of a dirty-looking battleaxe, leaning against the edge of his carapace.
"I would be Gunra." he states, without particular enthusiasm. He hadn't expected the Governor to set him up to work with other people.
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“Hey, Gunra.” Kane says to the tortle, offering a friendly smile. “I’m glad you will be joining us. You look like you’ve seen your fair share of battles. Tell me, what do you think of our other companions?”
From behind the dwarf, another figure appears - a tiefling woman, about 5'8 tall with a slender build. She has light purple skin and long, purple hair that hangs in a braid over her shoulder. Her horns grow straight backwards, arching along her head before sharply curving upwards at the very ends. She wears a puffy-sleeved white shirt, a brown vest that looks like it might have some sort of thin armor built in, and dark purple pants with a gold stripe running down either side. A rapier hangs on her belt and a lute is slung over her back.
"Morning, Red. These the ones?" She calls out with a grin. It's hard to tell with her pupilless white eyes, but you get the sense she's giving you a once-over. Not waiting for an answer, she continues as she approaches closer. "I'm Harmony. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She holds out a long-fingered hand for whoever will take it.
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A hunched hooded figure leans on its staff trying to not let its face be seen by the others. A plain robe it's wearing covers the whole body, with exception of it's yellowish feet and hands with occasional dark spots. If you observe the hands closely, you can see a few freshly healed scars and bruises. Approaching the figure closer you might be able to glimpse under its hood where you can see a yellowish hairless male face, with a short nose and pointy ears.
N: I am known as Nurm.
Says the figure in a calm voice.
“Delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Harmony.” Kane takes her hand and shakes it. “I’m assuming by your lute that you are a musician, perhaps a bard. Reminds me of my friend, Herbert. I hope he is doing well.” Kane gazes off, as if thinking of something else.
”Anyway, it is good to have another Tielfing among us. Our people are hard to find these days...”
(I remember. No flirting.)
Gunra doesn't respond immediately to Akanos, instead scanning over the others, slowly sizing them up. Each was dressed differently, looked differently. Had they travelled as far as he had? Perhaps. Still, none of them looked like trackers. Harmony, Nurm. Easy enough names to remember.
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Escobert is familiar with Harmony due to her having been on the town for some time now, and he had heard something about the innkeeper's family helping a strange wizard they had found, though he had not met the weird stranger until now. "Sure are" He answers to Harmony, still inspecting the newcomers.
(I'm waiting for everyone to post their introduction, then we are moving on from here.)
Active Campaigns:
Raiketsu's Princes of the Apocalypse (DM: Raiketsu) - Shautha: Half-Orc, Level 3 Druid (Circle of Land: Mountain) ⟆ Monster Misfits Adventures (DM: ShadIn) - Vrakskan Onyxadyn: Dragonborn, Level 3 Barbarian (Path of the Ancestral Guardian) ⟆ Rime of the Frostmaiden (DM: Sarvaeth) - Rildayne Uln'hyrr: Drow Elf, Level 1 Warlock of the Archfey
RachelEvening's Tyranny of the Dragon Queen - DM
RachelEvening's Tomb of Annihilation - DM
Petmailer Nailo steps forward, greeting the dwarf and then looking around at his companions. “I didn’t know who would be here. Hello... to you all. We are quite a crew, aren’t we?” He is 5’10”, a slender elf but sinewy strong, in leather armor and carrying a backpack, longbow in hand. He seems to be sizing you all up in turn, guessing your backgrounds and appraising you. He has silvery hair, pale complexion and appears to be squinting in the sun.
"We definitely are," Harmony replies with a chuckle. The elf seems to be the most 'normal' of their group by far. Wherever this quest is going to bring them, they're sure to draw some attention. Not that she minds. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your name."
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Apparently one of, if not the last to join in what was turning out to be a small force, Azrael walked at a casual pace along the path. Taking the time from that position to eye the group piled in front of the dwarf and the female teifling
who looked oddly like a Draenei. His eyes lingered on the two teiflings. While not one to believe Dogma or rumors about a race outright, he would likely keep an eye on them both for a while. As he approached, he raised his spear in a hail as he used it like a walking stick Greetings. he says in a deep, bass voice sounding like gravel speaking as it ground against itself. I had not expected so many here. But it simply makes the task easier no? My name is Azrael Zifandael, but please, call me only by my first.Azrael stood, what to most beings, is a hulking seven feet, eight inches, towering over most humanoids, and only dwarfed by some. His appearance is striking for an Acolyte. His body looking physically well-toned in spite of wearing the attire of a caster. His bold Blue-Sapphire scales stand out in a crowd faintly gleaming in the sunlight, and his frosted-sky-blue eyes are piercing and powerful, possessing the black slitted-pupils common among Dragonkin. His tail, dragging listfully behind him whenever he walked, never making a sound. His robes are eloquent and vibrant shades of Royal-Blue, flowing around him (Likely a gift from his cloister before leaving). The trim, a brilliant Gold-Thread, of which inlay in a whirlpool of four threads towards the center as if it were the eye of a storm, where they form a circle around what appears to be a Platinum Dragon, suspended in midair. The dragons' head would appear to be looking directly at whomever it was facing. Six leathered Angellic wings spreading out in the cardinal directions. Upon his neck, hanging from a simple, but strong chain, you would see his Holy-Symbol, Marking him as a Follower of Bahamut, encircling a vibrantly swirling Violet-Orb that was his Arcane-focus, ultimately fusing them both into a single entity. Most would feel a mixture of intimidation, and benevolence exuding from the aura of his presence. And there always seemed to be a charge in the air around him. Ultimately, you would sense from him absolute, steadfast conviction in his beliefs, and the raw confidence that comes with it.
His eyes fell on the dwarf who was dressiness everyone, his own stern gaze meeting the much smaller mans as he quite literally looked down on him from above as he finally reached where everyone else was, more or less. Azrael, Follower of of the great Platinum dragon, Bahamut - at your service. Are we waiting on anyone else, or is this everyone?
Occassional Dungeon Master.
The dwarf takes a long look to the six of you: Two tieflings, a moon elf, a tortle, a gith and now a dragonborn. What a strange group, indeed.
"No, I believe that's all. The governor did say that there would be six of you." He answers to Azrael. "Quite the religious one, aren't you? For your clothes, I took you for a mage, not a paladin."
He turns to the town. "Whatever! Follow me, the governor must be wondering why are we taking so long..."
He starts to walk towards the Inn without no further waiting.
Active Campaigns:
Raiketsu's Princes of the Apocalypse (DM: Raiketsu) - Shautha: Half-Orc, Level 3 Druid (Circle of Land: Mountain) ⟆ Monster Misfits Adventures (DM: ShadIn) - Vrakskan Onyxadyn: Dragonborn, Level 3 Barbarian (Path of the Ancestral Guardian) ⟆ Rime of the Frostmaiden (DM: Sarvaeth) - Rildayne Uln'hyrr: Drow Elf, Level 1 Warlock of the Archfey
RachelEvening's Tyranny of the Dragon Queen - DM
RachelEvening's Tomb of Annihilation - DM
Kane watches as the Dragonborn approaches. He is a sight to behold. When he reaches the group and finishes talking, Kane sticks his hand out and says, “Well, I believe you are the last person we were waiting on. Akanos Novak, master caster, bold adventurer, and many other things. But please, call me Kane. Are you a caster like myself, or do you prefer to use weapons of wood and steel?”
Edit, since apparently myself and Kane posted at the same time.
Azrael doesn't hesitate, though his eyes watch where the teiflings hands go as he takes the others hand in his scaled one. I am what I am. I use spells to incinerate my foes from within. But having a weapon as a backup is never a bad idea. Any caster of any color who does not bring a weapon just in case is begging for death. That and I would rather block a sword with my shaft, than my hands.
Barring any other conversation or questions, Azrael would follow along with the dwarf, taking up the rear of the group of oddly-tall people.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Kane thinks about this while the group walks. He stays near the back with Azrael. Kane says “Hmm. Spells and weapons. Not a bad idea. I rarely use physical weapons, however, my staff has come in handy once or twice. And of course, always carry a blade, even if small.” Kane shows the dagger attached to his thigh. “But besides these two, I’m not very well trained in the ways of modern weaponry. I prefer to use my words first, and if that doesn’t work, obliterate my foes from a distance.”
Nurm follows the dwarf. On the way to the Inn, Nurm gets close to Harmony and addresses her in a soft whisper so he is not overheard by the others:
Harmony keeps pace with Nurm, offering him a soft smile and replying in an equally quiet voice,
"It wasn't your time yet. I'm glad to see you on your feet again. Just last night you were still passed out in the back room."
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Lilyn - Triton Ranger | Candor - Changeling Bard | Echo - Changeling Warlock/Bard | Rowan - Fairy Wizard
Still whispering to Harmony:
You seem to know much in the ways of healing. Are you a healer among your people?
”I consider myself more of a musician than anything. But I’ve learned to use my song for a variety of purposes - to charm, to distract, to injure, and yes, to heal.”
(Still whispering)
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