It was a warm, but windy day in the town of Redlarch. The summer was just starting to come on after spring had passed the torch, and the weather was slowly, but surely getting warmer with each passing day. The wind itself offered little succor as it simply brushed the hot air against the flesh in varying degrees of intensity but it was not so hot a day as to be unbearable. The townsfolk went about their business, but there was a clear tension in the air so think that you could imagine cutting it with your dagger. The central road was always busy to a degree, as Redlarch was one of the towns that prided themselves as one of the only 'Roads to the North' so there was almost always someone passing through.
Various traders and merchants, though Redlarch itself wasn't superbly prosperous, it was far from struggling. A perfect balance, the townmaster would claim to anyone asking. A few trinket Merchants hawked their wares, while carts of quarry stone were moved from one side of town to the other. Fresh baked goods wisped through the hot air, cascading to potential customers noses. Meanwhile not overly far down the road, the sounds of hammers echoing off of metal can be heard where the local Blacksmith plied his wares. From inside another building, if passed the faint sounds of a local inn and tavern could be heard periodically
Along the main road, a new set of merchants in a caravan with a few hired guards were approaching the center of town where the main crossroads met at a casual pace, stopping to let a single passenger get off, before continuing to their destination, and handing the man a few coins. Meanwhile, a Human had just finished looking at the All-faiths Shrine. Walking north along the main road, a man who may or may not look like he used to come from money approached. While yet another, a half-orc was just inside the poultry shop on the south-west corner of that same road.
In the middle of the road, two people stood, looking as though they were waiting, somewhat impatiently for someone, or something to show up. One of them, a human woman, with soft brown hair flowing down to her shoulders, wearing an simple, yet refined dress with earthen tones and emerald filigree. Her skin was ever so slightly tanned, proof that she stayed in the sun for at-least a moderate portion of the day, with hazel eyes. The area around her smelling sweet, flowery, and otherwise enticing and pleasant to the nose. Next to her was a Male Damaran Human wearing robes signifying him to be a a devotee of Tempus, his hands behind him as he waited ponderously. His head was bald at the top, with a crown made of hair as black as the darkest night. His face was set in a serious expression, as if something was concerning him.
Feel free to introduce yourselves now. No specific post order. Anyone who is part of the Emerald Enclave will know that the woman is as well, her name being Haeleeya Hanadroum. The man, known only to those who are connected to the order of the Gauntlet, his name being Imdarr Relvaunder. To anyone else, their names are known, but their faction connections are not. Please describe your characters appearance, what they are doing (or were doing just before this) and so forth.
A 6'2 tall half-orc woman makes her way through the road. Her appareance is what you'll expect from someone who has come from the wilderness and hasn't quite learned how to dress or act in a society just yet: She is wearing a ragged green overdress and leathers, and around her neck there's a macabre-looking necklace with current trophies of a past hunt, such as claws, fangs and small animal skulls. Her skin is grey, her eyes are green, her black hair is long and unkempt, and the delicate features of her face are hardened by her tusks. She is wearing large feather earrings on her ears, but like with her necklace that could just be another hunting trophy and not an attempt to look pretty or more feminine.
She's holding a wooden club, and on her back she's carrying a sickle.
Apparently unaware of the terrifying first impression she might be making, she greets Haeleeya and Imdarr with a smile. "My name is Shautha. A contact of mine told me you might have a job for me. Is that right?"
As Ulric walks into the town, he replays his instructions over in his mind. "Infiltrate, take, eliminate. Infiltrate, take, eliminate."Simple enough in words, but not so easy to accomplish.
Ulric is a human man that appears to be around his mid-twenties. He walks with the smooth grace of one who is comfortable in his body. He has a straight posture, and he stands just over six feet tall. He has a lightly tanned complexion, thick black hair a few inches long, and heavy black stubble on his face. He has bold, strong facial features, and his eyes are a darker shade of green. You can see the begging of a pale scar just above his shirt collar that disappears under his clothing. His clothing is of a nice quality, but it isn't lavish. He wears a navy blue tunic that buttons down on his side that is made of a stiff fabric. His pants are a yellowish tan, and they are of a simple, but of a crisp cut. He wears a simple dagger in a sheath hanging from his belt. Overall, you get a militaristic vibe from him.
As he just arrived, he makes his way over to a nearby building and leans up against the side of it. He drums his fingers along the hilt of his dagger to discourage someone approaching as he transfers his senses to his familiar. Far above the town, a snowy owl flies overhead. It circles the town once as Ulric watches from behind its eyes. After getting a layout of the town, he notices a pair standing in the street. Their pose strikes him as odd as he returns his senses to his own body. Blinking his eyes as a moment of disorientation washes over him, he casually approaches the pair, but keeps his distance.
Ulric will try to eavesdrop on whatever conversation they have.
The pair in the middle of the road, sticking out like sore thumbs -though that was likely their intention- continue their impatient waiting. The woman more still than the man, whom at this point was tapping his foot, causing his right leg to rise and fall rapidly in succession. Both of their heads scanning everyone they didn't immediately recognize, when from behind, Shautha approached them. Both of them seemed surprised, but not entirely caught off guard. Turning to face her as she finished speaking, they both looked at one another for a brief moment, before the woman seemed to come to a sudden realization. Ah.. This must be the one that was added on after the others were contacted!
Hrm... the man says as his hands come around into the position of a handshake, neither of them particularly shocked despite Shautha's appearance, though other townsfolk that saw her looked in her direction drawing curious, tentative stares. That would make sense if she's approaching us and I do believe I remember the name being mentioned. The woman offered a smile and her hand as well as she seemed to sigh in relief. Yes, We do have a job for you, though we were expecting everyone to be here yesterday... Pardon us if we seem flustered. But yes, we do have a job for you and at least three others, whom we are still waiting on. I hope you'll forgive us if we ask you to wait for their arrival before we begin discussions? If only to save us from repeating ourselves, and we wouldn't wish to discuss it openly in the street.
Meanwhile, near Ulric whom was in the middle of scouting out the area with his familiar to learn the layout of the town, while simultaneously trying to eavesdrop on the conversation discretely. During this time, a local urchin was making an attempt to steal the Ulrics coinpurse, and though his handwork wasn't perfect, it may be possible that he could get away with it if Ulric was distracted enough by his scouting and listening.
Ulric, please make a Perception check to see if you notice this happening, if you get below the 9, the urchin will start to leave with your coinpurse when the owl is about half-way around the town, so about a minute before you 'come to your senses'. You may use your familiars perception or your own for this check but only 1.
Owls have advantage on perception checks with hearing and sight
As the urchin tries to lift his pouch, Ulric's hand flashes out and grabs the child by the wrist. He brings his sight back to his body and glares at the thief as he says in his deep, gravelly voice, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. A lot of kids lose their hands that way."He painfully squeezes the hand before releasing the kid. He glares at the child until they leave his field of sight before returning his senses to his familiar.
The elf briefly examines the coins in his hand before reaching inside his leather jerkin and storing them safely. He looks around the square, his eyes barely pausing on Haeleeya Hanadroum, before turning back to watch the wagon train slowly make its way north. With one final wave, which is returned by one of the guards still on the wagon, he starts to circle the square.
In most civilized places he would attract attention, but in the Dessarin valley his clothing made of skins, either carefully died or chosen for their mixure of greys, greens and browns, he looks like any other of the folk who make their money in one way or another from the wilds. His skin is almost translucent and, like most of his kind, gives no hint of his age. The equipment he carries – swords and a bow – looks well cared for and there is something of the savage about him, for he is adorned with what look like the trophies taken from animals. Feathers and straps of leather are easily visible fluttering in the summer breeze.
As he moves around the square, his green eyes scan the crowd for threats – those who might be taking too much interest in the wagon, or those who might be taking too much interest in Haeleeya Hanadroum or her apparent companion. He watches with curiosity as the she-orc approaches, and when he is satisfied that any other threats he might have seen are not imminent, he approaches the trio.
“A fine summers day, madam” he says, his fist to his chest in salute, “I am Ulfarion Tisandriel, and was told you may have work for me.”
He glances at her companion and the half-orc with curiosity, but his focus quickly returns to the woman.
The child, spooked by the sudden reaction by the man who seemed to be staring into space just moments before, and pained by the grip, nods voraciously, without actually responding more than S-Sorry sir..!and fleeing down the nearby approximation of an alley once freed as the man goes back into his scouting, unbothered for the rest of the time.
Back with the slowly growing entourage, as the wagon proceeds on it's way eventually approaching the trio himself, and offering greeting. Ah It is a pleasure to meet you as well Ranger Ulfarion. I've heard a little about you. As Have I. I am pleased that someone with tracking skill was aquired for this -not t say Shautha isn't- But I know rangers excel at it. During this time, Shautha and Ulf would likely notice that though different in some ways, parts of their attire were extremely similar, if not the same.
As we just finished telling our friend here, we're still waiting on two others who have yet to approach. But yes, we have a job, and tracking will likely be of some aid once we're able to fill you in on the details. True indeed. But I am sure Shautha here will prove just as stalwart an ally. But it is in fact a pleasure to finally make your aquantaince Ulfarion.
Ulfarion smiles, "Ulf...please....just Ulf. Ulfarion is reserved for official ceremonies and angry mothers."
He turns to examine the half-orc more closely and nods in approval, "Success in tracking can be fickle, but with two people skilled in the ways of the wilds, I am sure we will manage."
A human woman of modest stature exits the frame of the All-Faiths Shrine. Pausing momentarily to acknowledge the square, a flicker of recognition lights in her eyes as she observes the ever-flustered Haeleeya of the Emerald Enclave converse with Imdarr and two others. She meanders away from the makeshift clinic and worshipping ground, perusing the square with muted curiosity.
Her appearance and attire are what one would expect of someone exiting a venue of healing. Unlike most of those in the Dessarin valley, she does not appear to be donning armor, nor does she appear to wield visible weapons; she simply wears a white, buttoned trench coat that admits her prevalence as a healer. Her hair is bundled in a neat braid that loosely hangs down below her shoulders. She carries herself with an air of purpose, face set - Dessarin seemed to be abuzz with strife and tension. Her duties were being called for more often these days.
Taking but a moment to glance around at the inhabitants of the village, the woman approaches the gathering. She bows politely towards the two she knows. "Imdarr. It is a pleasure to be working with the order again," she greets, respectfully nodding at the man. "Haeleeya," she quips, nodding towards the woman, "I believe we have met before." The woman pauses to appraise the Half-Orc and the Elf, both of which carry a menagerie of hunting trophies and accessories. "To those of you I have not, please, call me Yrnila." With a glance towards Haeleeya, a member of the Enclave, and towards the two strangers she hasn't met, the woman quirks a brow. "It seems to me the Enclave is doing well. Are we to do business on their behalf?"
At the arrival of the elf, Shautha tries her best to keep her expression polite. No orc leaves an elf alive, my tribe says... She thinks. Mentally, she reminds herself that she is not in her tribe right now, and that there would be serious punishment if she hurt this elf or any other elf in any way when working for these people, not the other way around. Things were very different here.
So instead, she chooses to focus on the general wild aura that the elf was giving, or more precisely, what he was wearing. "Indeed. Happy to see a fellow hunter around here." She answers him, eyeing at the trophies he was wearing.
She turns when the woman arrives and bows politely. She looked like a healer, and while Shautha knew that healers could also be fierce warriors, her lack of weapons was making her look weak to her eyes right now. "Welcome, name's Shautha. Nice to meet you, Yrnila!"She greets her with a smile that's starting to look a little forced.
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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
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Ah, Apologies. she said with a nod, as if it wasn't the first time she had received that reaction, a small laugh escaping her lips. I remember having a friend once, before he passed on. His name was Zackery, but he insisted on being called Zack. "Zackery sounds too pretentious" he'd say. So allright Ulf. But I agree, and if she isn't skilled in it there is at-least one.
Eventually, Yrn joins the ever growing crowd and the carts are beginning to be forced to move ever so slightly around the group. Once more, the pair turns around to greet the newcomer, as they're all showing up, seemingly one at a time, and all from different direction. Once she has finished introducing herself, Immdar smiles with a nod, some of his stoicism fading into more cordiality as he greets Yrn. Aye, and ti's a pleasure to have you working with us once more. The work you've done here in the few days since you got here has been of immeasurable assistance. Though I still don't quite understand how your skill works, it's not for me to question it. Haeleeya and I haven't been told exactly what skills you all possess, but when we sent word out to our allies seeking aid, we gave them guidelines that we're sure they kept to, so we have no doubts you'll perform admirably. The irony is, the task itself.. isn't difficult, but it is one of high importance.
The man paused to take a breath from his extended speech, at which point Shautha spoke herself as the trio formally met one another. Shautha's buried hostility going unnoticed by either of them. Yes, you would be correct. I believe we met breifly once but you had urgent business to attend to at the time so we never got to truly meet one another and I have my business to run... Either way, we're onyl waiting on one more. Once they arrive, we shall head to my Bath House to discuss what it all entails.
"I believe I'm that last person," Ulric says warmly as he approached after finishing his reconnaissance. "The name's Ulric," he says with a smile. He gives a slight bow to the group . Despite his friendliness, his eyes remain cold and unwelcoming.
Once more, and for the last time, the pair is forced to turn to meet the 'newcomer' and he is, atleast initially, met with a smile that fades once they realize the feeling isn't entirely mutual. Choosing to bow, instead of extend their hands this time they greet Ulric. Ah... well met. I believe next to Shautha... You are the one I know the least about, and you were the second to last addition, as an out of breath Halfling made sure we knew of your skills... But.. if this is all of us, I believe we should retire to my bath house. Imdarr will fill you in on the details himself while I run the front and make sure none of you are disturbed.
The pair would lead the group Northward, almost to the quarry, where the bathhouse was -the likely reason being to help quarry workers wash off after a long days work, especially if they weren't fortunate enough to posses a bathing spot of their own within, or around their house.
Half-barrels planted with aromatic herbs and flowers flank the entrance, and the windows are decorated with flower-filled window boxes. Inside is a tidy room that functions as a dressmaker’s shop and fitting room. Beyond two sets of doors are bathing chambers that emanate pleasant smells and warm dampness. Several working girls were present, though attractive, they were also very easily in their middle-years but all of them wearing fine clothing, usually pleasant spring dresses, and each of them smelling like flowers of a sort, with one exception smelling like mint. Acknowledging the groups entrance, but seeing they were with the mistress of the house, they didn't pester anyone.
Haeleeya moved around the front counter and took a seat, offering a final bow, as Imdarr moved into the office just behind it. With this many people, it would be slightly cramped but not uncomfortable within. The rooms fringes were filled with pleasantly scented herbs, and other similar flora, with a central table, and two chairs, along the wall a single couch that could hose atleast 3. Imdarr choosing to stand so that the guests could sit wherever they pleased.
Once everyone was in and settled, Imdarr would say to all there. Before I begin. I feel it would be a good teambuilding exercise if we got to know eachother a bit. And learned what eachother is capable of, so that when you go out, you will know what tasks you all can be entrusted with, and where your weaknesses lie so they can be covered. I am Imdar Relvaunder, Devotee of Tempus. I work in the All-Faiths shrine. Yrnila is already somewhat aquainted with myself and she has helped me where my own skills were lacking.
So, what are you all capable of? Once this is done, I shall fill you in on your task at hand, and the rewards therein.
This is the only time I will 'push' the story forward a bit by force. After this, until a solid 'this is what we're doing/where we're going etc is stated, I will not push the story forward again in this manner. So I will apologize this time.
Ulf frowns. What am I capable of? What is anyone capable of? Great evil or great good, I suppose. He glances at the most recent addition, then at the orc. Keep it simple.
After a time, his gaze settles on the speaker.
"I hunt" he says. "I hunt, I track, and I kill those that deserve it."
Shautha acknowledged Ulric with a nod. Not much of an impression yet, but he looked strong, and that was something she respected.
Arriving at the bathhouse, she takes a deep breath of the aromas around her. "...What I'm capable of?" She answers, thoughtful. "I have spent a long time in the mountains, they are my home, and I have learned quite a few things there. I can track and hunt down anything as easily as a panther does with its prey, and like a wolf takes care of its pack I'm more than able to protect my teammates if they need it."
She holds her club. "...And just like any beast, I'm more than able to fight and kill an enemy if I need to. Ulf isn't the only hunter here."
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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
As Ulric follows these people towards the bathhouse, he lags behind a step or two to absorb the details of these strangers. He looks for anything interesting on their persons while taking mental note of everything he sees. Judging by those two's apparel, they are probably live in the wilds,he thinks to himself as he looks towards the half-orc and elf. He casts his gaze towards the other woman of their group. White clothing denominates a healer. Light on weapons, perhaps a cleric? No, that can't be it. She's something else, but what could it be?he shrewdly wonders.
As they are just about to enter the bathhouse, Ulric sends his thoughts out above him to Cyrin. Cyrin, he mentally commands, settle down across the street and watch the entrance of this building.
He follows the group through the house with his hands clasped behind his back, posture straight and tall. He casts his cold gaze around the room, absorbing every detail he sees. He pays the woman wandering about doing their tasks no attention.
After the elf speaks, Ulric thinks to himself, Trapping and hunting... One of the rangers I've heard tales of perhaps? Hmm...
He watches the half-orc speak from the corner of his eyes. Definitely lives in the wilds. Maybe she's an orcan savage, a warrior...
When Imdarr bring up the topic of introducing themselves, Ulric clears his deep voice and says, "As was said before, I am Ulric. My talents lie in the arcane arts. I've been known to dabble in magic, but I have not the mastery of wizards." He too stands and allows the others to sit, hands clasped behind his back.
Perception Check to notice anything interesting on the other characters.
During the walk in, as Ulric lags behind intentionally to gauge this group, nothing overly special comes to sight. Yrn seems to walk with a fluid-grace of motion that most healers -as casters- wouldn't posses, but because of Yrn's nature Ulric couldn't place it, and there were no visible clues that could give it away.
Shautha seemed strong in her own right, likely not someone he'd want to face in direct combat. There was more to her as well but given her attire, and her reactions, she was likely a Barbarian of some kind, perhaps a fighter of some skill.
Ulf was obviously a ranger, so his senses would likely be higher than most, but only so much. Ulric felt some sort of more to the man, but he couldn't quite place it. It would be somehting he'd have to see in action.
Overall the group seemed capable in what they were doing. Some more aloof than others.
Outside, the familiar watches the door, from some rooftop across the road, though nothing noteworthy happens during the time thus-far. The same, slow-bustle of traffic across and through the roads, peddlers peddling, occasionally someone entering the establishment that looks like a local entering and exiting. Aside from this, nothing special occurs outside of one man talking to the baker, and handing him an urn... or vase.... something in that range of items as payment for a large supply of honeyed bread.
Good good. A well rounded group indeed. And I noticed that my friend didn't answer your question before Yrnila, but yes, you are in fact here for that same purpose. Our goals align, thus why we have worked together for this endeavor. And I sort of know what Yrnila is capable of, even if I do not understand it myself. But I still feel she should let everyone else know whom they'll be with for a time, and what they can bring to the table.
Sorry Ulric, the DC for that check, since it's sort of giving away information, was a slightly higher DC, so I gave what I felt was fair without robbing the others of their volition.
Yrnila notices the human trailing after the party from a far from the corner of her eye. That one was interesting; distrusting, certainly, but everyone had their own little secrets. Keep an eye on him, Yrnila, a voice snarls from inside her head. The medic refocuses her gaze forward, her serious expression tightening ever so slightly. Haeleeya and Imdarr were forces of good in the world - she knew that much. Momentarily appraising the two hunters, she notices the trophies they each wear in turn. She wonders if they hunted for sport or for pleasure; that would be evident if they find themselves in combat, but she withholds making a decision for now.
She politely nods towards the workers of the bathhouse during the party's entry. As she finally settles down, she notices the others have spoken. "I thank you for the introduction, Imdarr," she simply replies, stern expression breaking into a warm smile. She ponders for a moment longer, wondering how best to express her modus operandi. "I seek to bring an end to as much suffering as I can in this world," she responds, gesturing to her medical attire. While she and the others are speaking, she will attempt to glean any discernible reaction from those at the table.
Action: Insight Check to note any interesting reactions, conflictions, or hostilities arise in those seated.
Imdarr smiled a bit awkwardly as he closed his eyes, ever so slightly cocked his head and let out a single 'heh' That is what you hope to do or achieve, not so much what you are capable of yourself. I suppose I'll tell them. Yrnila is capable of healing without magic -atleast as far as I can tell-. I do not understand this phenomena... How she can do it, but they will most assuredly prove useful in aiding all of you. it was clear Imdarr was looking out for the interests of the group, and not intentionally revealing anything Yrnila may not want revealed to disadvantage her in some way. But clearing his throat, he would press on, since by now everyone gathered was likely tired of being told 'just one more thing before I tell you.'
Clearing his throat, he pulled out a map of the area that was surprisingly, in color, laying it out on the table for all to see. The map, just moments ago rolled tightly into a scroll, now lay perfectly flat against the table, and was rather large once unfurled. It seemed enchanted to do so.
As he began to speak, his finger would point to various locations on the map, pausing only long enough to make sure everyone saw where he was pointing before moving onto the next point. This here is where you are now. In Redlarch. Two tendays ago, an important delegation from the city of Mirabar disappeared in the Sumber Hills.. which are here..... he said, pointing to a place slightly to the east-by-north-east, along a red, dotted path. The delegation traveled overland from Westbridge to Beliard, crossing the Stone Bridge. From Beliard it headed south into the Sumber Hills, bound for Summit Hall. However, we have no clue what happened after they left Beliard. While we waited for you we weren't idle. A man named Endrith Vallivoe, who often regulars the Swinging Sword, which is the building just north of the Shrine. Hard to miss, it's three stories tall. But he can be found drinking there around this time. He claims to have some rumors of information on this.
The man swallows, his throat clearly dry after the mention of drinking anything, before pressing on just a bit more after attempting to lick his lips without drawing attention. There is one other matter, though it is not nearly as important as the Delegation. Rumors have been springing up about a necromancer living less than a mile outside of Redlarch, to the south and west, though we've had no luck finding whatever cave he dug himself into. If you find time, or believe this may lead to answers about the delegation... We would be happy if you could look into this as well. Of course you will be paid fairly for each task completed. And to show good faith, I will give you all, up front, twenty five gold up front.
Everyone if you intend to hide that from her, roll a deception check, if failed, please atleast somewhat describe what you feel your character would be feeling/reacting etc to answer her insight check, as your characters aren't mine, and you would know better. You don't have to give everything away unless you roll a nat 1, but give a little somethng.
Shautha just smiles in amusement when Yrnila states her goal, her expression being polite but showing under it that she thinks it to be a very naive ideal to have. "That sounds very noble of you..." She states, not caring much. The squishy human wants to end suffering in the world, let her try, why not.
Instead, she's more interested when Imdarr claims that she's able to heal without magic. So... not a cleric? She thinks, slightly curious.
She takes a very good look at the map, memorizing it. When Imdarr mentions a necromancer, she huffs. "What kind of rumors?" She asks. "Necromancers can be a real pest, they disrupt the balance of nature for no good reason. Dead things should stay dead and buried so they can fertilize the earth and raise new life from their remains, not used as toys."
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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
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Princes of the Apocalypse, A storm approaches
It was a warm, but windy day in the town of Redlarch. The summer was just starting to come on after spring had passed the torch, and the weather was slowly, but surely getting warmer with each passing day. The wind itself offered little succor as it simply brushed the hot air against the flesh in varying degrees of intensity but it was not so hot a day as to be unbearable. The townsfolk went about their business, but there was a clear tension in the air so think that you could imagine cutting it with your dagger. The central road was always busy to a degree, as Redlarch was one of the towns that prided themselves as one of the only 'Roads to the North' so there was almost always someone passing through.
Various traders and merchants, though Redlarch itself wasn't superbly prosperous, it was far from struggling. A perfect balance, the townmaster would claim to anyone asking. A few trinket Merchants hawked their wares, while carts of quarry stone were moved from one side of town to the other. Fresh baked goods wisped through the hot air, cascading to potential customers noses. Meanwhile not overly far down the road, the sounds of hammers echoing off of metal can be heard where the local Blacksmith plied his wares. From inside another building, if passed the faint sounds of a local inn and tavern could be heard periodically
Along the main road, a new set of merchants in a caravan with a few hired guards were approaching the center of town where the main crossroads met at a casual pace, stopping to let a single passenger get off, before continuing to their destination, and handing the man a few coins. Meanwhile, a Human had just finished looking at the All-faiths Shrine. Walking north along the main road, a man who may or may not look like he used to come from money approached. While yet another, a half-orc was just inside the poultry shop on the south-west corner of that same road.
In the middle of the road, two people stood, looking as though they were waiting, somewhat impatiently for someone, or something to show up. One of them, a human woman, with soft brown hair flowing down to her shoulders, wearing an simple, yet refined dress with earthen tones and emerald filigree. Her skin was ever so slightly tanned, proof that she stayed in the sun for at-least a moderate portion of the day, with hazel eyes. The area around her smelling sweet, flowery, and otherwise enticing and pleasant to the nose. Next to her was a Male Damaran Human wearing robes signifying him to be a a devotee of Tempus, his hands behind him as he waited ponderously. His head was bald at the top, with a crown made of hair as black as the darkest night. His face was set in a serious expression, as if something was concerning him.
Feel free to introduce yourselves now. No specific post order. Anyone who is part of the Emerald Enclave will know that the woman is as well, her name being Haeleeya Hanadroum. The man, known only to those who are connected to the order of the Gauntlet, his name being Imdarr Relvaunder. To anyone else, their names are known, but their faction connections are not. Please describe your characters appearance, what they are doing (or were doing just before this) and so forth.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
A 6'2 tall half-orc woman makes her way through the road. Her appareance is what you'll expect from someone who has come from the wilderness and hasn't quite learned how to dress or act in a society just yet: She is wearing a ragged green overdress and leathers, and around her neck there's a macabre-looking necklace with current trophies of a past hunt, such as claws, fangs and small animal skulls. Her skin is grey, her eyes are green, her black hair is long and unkempt, and the delicate features of her face are hardened by her tusks. She is wearing large feather earrings on her ears, but like with her necklace that could just be another hunting trophy and not an attempt to look pretty or more feminine.
She's holding a wooden club, and on her back she's carrying a sickle.
Apparently unaware of the terrifying first impression she might be making, she greets Haeleeya and Imdarr with a smile. "My name is Shautha. A contact of mine told me you might have a job for me. Is that right?"
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
As Ulric walks into the town, he replays his instructions over in his mind. "Infiltrate, take, eliminate. Infiltrate, take, eliminate." Simple enough in words, but not so easy to accomplish.
Ulric is a human man that appears to be around his mid-twenties. He walks with the smooth grace of one who is comfortable in his body. He has a straight posture, and he stands just over six feet tall. He has a lightly tanned complexion, thick black hair a few inches long, and heavy black stubble on his face. He has bold, strong facial features, and his eyes are a darker shade of green. You can see the begging of a pale scar just above his shirt collar that disappears under his clothing. His clothing is of a nice quality, but it isn't lavish. He wears a navy blue tunic that buttons down on his side that is made of a stiff fabric. His pants are a yellowish tan, and they are of a simple, but of a crisp cut. He wears a simple dagger in a sheath hanging from his belt. Overall, you get a militaristic vibe from him.
As he just arrived, he makes his way over to a nearby building and leans up against the side of it. He drums his fingers along the hilt of his dagger to discourage someone approaching as he transfers his senses to his familiar. Far above the town, a snowy owl flies overhead. It circles the town once as Ulric watches from behind its eyes. After getting a layout of the town, he notices a pair standing in the street. Their pose strikes him as odd as he returns his senses to his own body. Blinking his eyes as a moment of disorientation washes over him, he casually approaches the pair, but keeps his distance.
Ulric will try to eavesdrop on whatever conversation they have.
Sleight of Hand: 9
The pair in the middle of the road, sticking out like sore thumbs -though that was likely their intention- continue their impatient waiting. The woman more still than the man, whom at this point was tapping his foot, causing his right leg to rise and fall rapidly in succession. Both of their heads scanning everyone they didn't immediately recognize, when from behind, Shautha approached them. Both of them seemed surprised, but not entirely caught off guard. Turning to face her as she finished speaking, they both looked at one another for a brief moment, before the woman seemed to come to a sudden realization. Ah.. This must be the one that was added on after the others were contacted!
Hrm... the man says as his hands come around into the position of a handshake, neither of them particularly shocked despite Shautha's appearance, though other townsfolk that saw her looked in her direction drawing curious, tentative stares. That would make sense if she's approaching us and I do believe I remember the name being mentioned. The woman offered a smile and her hand as well as she seemed to sigh in relief. Yes, We do have a job for you, though we were expecting everyone to be here yesterday... Pardon us if we seem flustered. But yes, we do have a job for you and at least three others, whom we are still waiting on. I hope you'll forgive us if we ask you to wait for their arrival before we begin discussions? If only to save us from repeating ourselves, and we wouldn't wish to discuss it openly in the street.
Meanwhile, near Ulric whom was in the middle of scouting out the area with his familiar to learn the layout of the town, while simultaneously trying to eavesdrop on the conversation discretely. During this time, a local urchin was making an attempt to steal the Ulrics coinpurse, and though his handwork wasn't perfect, it may be possible that he could get away with it if Ulric was distracted enough by his scouting and listening.
Ulric, please make a Perception check to see if you notice this happening, if you get below the 9, the urchin will start to leave with your coinpurse when the owl is about half-way around the town, so about a minute before you 'come to your senses'. You may use your familiars perception or your own for this check but only 1.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Owl perception check: 11
Owls have advantage on perception checks with hearing and sight
As the urchin tries to lift his pouch, Ulric's hand flashes out and grabs the child by the wrist. He brings his sight back to his body and glares at the thief as he says in his deep, gravelly voice, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. A lot of kids lose their hands that way." He painfully squeezes the hand before releasing the kid. He glares at the child until they leave his field of sight before returning his senses to his familiar.
The elf briefly examines the coins in his hand before reaching inside his leather jerkin and storing them safely. He looks around the square, his eyes barely pausing on Haeleeya Hanadroum, before turning back to watch the wagon train slowly make its way north. With one final wave, which is returned by one of the guards still on the wagon, he starts to circle the square.
In most civilized places he would attract attention, but in the Dessarin valley his clothing made of skins, either carefully died or chosen for their mixure of greys, greens and browns, he looks like any other of the folk who make their money in one way or another from the wilds. His skin is almost translucent and, like most of his kind, gives no hint of his age. The equipment he carries – swords and a bow – looks well cared for and there is something of the savage about him, for he is adorned with what look like the trophies taken from animals. Feathers and straps of leather are easily visible fluttering in the summer breeze.
As he moves around the square, his green eyes scan the crowd for threats – those who might be taking too much interest in the wagon, or those who might be taking too much interest in Haeleeya Hanadroum or her apparent companion. He watches with curiosity as the she-orc approaches, and when he is satisfied that any other threats he might have seen are not imminent, he approaches the trio.
“A fine summers day, madam” he says, his fist to his chest in salute, “I am Ulfarion Tisandriel, and was told you may have work for me.”
He glances at her companion and the half-orc with curiosity, but his focus quickly returns to the woman.
The child, spooked by the sudden reaction by the man who seemed to be staring into space just moments before, and pained by the grip, nods voraciously, without actually responding more than S-Sorry sir..! and fleeing down the nearby approximation of an alley once freed as the man goes back into his scouting, unbothered for the rest of the time.
Back with the slowly growing entourage, as the wagon proceeds on it's way eventually approaching the trio himself, and offering greeting. Ah It is a pleasure to meet you as well Ranger Ulfarion. I've heard a little about you. As Have I. I am pleased that someone with tracking skill was aquired for this -not t say Shautha isn't- But I know rangers excel at it. During this time, Shautha and Ulf would likely notice that though different in some ways, parts of their attire were extremely similar, if not the same.
As we just finished telling our friend here, we're still waiting on two others who have yet to approach. But yes, we have a job, and tracking will likely be of some aid once we're able to fill you in on the details. True indeed. But I am sure Shautha here will prove just as stalwart an ally. But it is in fact a pleasure to finally make your aquantaince Ulfarion.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Ulfarion smiles, "Ulf...please....just Ulf. Ulfarion is reserved for official ceremonies and angry mothers."
He turns to examine the half-orc more closely and nods in approval, "Success in tracking can be fickle, but with two people skilled in the ways of the wilds, I am sure we will manage."
A human woman of modest stature exits the frame of the All-Faiths Shrine. Pausing momentarily to acknowledge the square, a flicker of recognition lights in her eyes as she observes the ever-flustered Haeleeya of the Emerald Enclave converse with Imdarr and two others. She meanders away from the makeshift clinic and worshipping ground, perusing the square with muted curiosity.
Her appearance and attire are what one would expect of someone exiting a venue of healing. Unlike most of those in the Dessarin valley, she does not appear to be donning armor, nor does she appear to wield visible weapons; she simply wears a white, buttoned trench coat that admits her prevalence as a healer. Her hair is bundled in a neat braid that loosely hangs down below her shoulders. She carries herself with an air of purpose, face set - Dessarin seemed to be abuzz with strife and tension. Her duties were being called for more often these days.
Taking but a moment to glance around at the inhabitants of the village, the woman approaches the gathering. She bows politely towards the two she knows. "Imdarr. It is a pleasure to be working with the order again," she greets, respectfully nodding at the man. "Haeleeya," she quips, nodding towards the woman, "I believe we have met before." The woman pauses to appraise the Half-Orc and the Elf, both of which carry a menagerie of hunting trophies and accessories. "To those of you I have not, please, call me Yrnila." With a glance towards Haeleeya, a member of the Enclave, and towards the two strangers she hasn't met, the woman quirks a brow. "It seems to me the Enclave is doing well. Are we to do business on their behalf?"
At the arrival of the elf, Shautha tries her best to keep her expression polite. No orc leaves an elf alive, my tribe says... She thinks. Mentally, she reminds herself that she is not in her tribe right now, and that there would be serious punishment if she hurt this elf or any other elf in any way when working for these people, not the other way around. Things were very different here.
So instead, she chooses to focus on the general wild aura that the elf was giving, or more precisely, what he was wearing. "Indeed. Happy to see a fellow hunter around here." She answers him, eyeing at the trophies he was wearing.
She turns when the woman arrives and bows politely. She looked like a healer, and while Shautha knew that healers could also be fierce warriors, her lack of weapons was making her look weak to her eyes right now. "Welcome, name's Shautha. Nice to meet you, Yrnila!" She greets her with a smile that's starting to look a little forced.
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
DM Roll: 10
Ah, Apologies. she said with a nod, as if it wasn't the first time she had received that reaction, a small laugh escaping her lips. I remember having a friend once, before he passed on. His name was Zackery, but he insisted on being called Zack. "Zackery sounds too pretentious" he'd say. So allright Ulf. But I agree, and if she isn't skilled in it there is at-least one.
Eventually, Yrn joins the ever growing crowd and the carts are beginning to be forced to move ever so slightly around the group. Once more, the pair turns around to greet the newcomer, as they're all showing up, seemingly one at a time, and all from different direction. Once she has finished introducing herself, Immdar smiles with a nod, some of his stoicism fading into more cordiality as he greets Yrn. Aye, and ti's a pleasure to have you working with us once more. The work you've done here in the few days since you got here has been of immeasurable assistance. Though I still don't quite understand how your skill works, it's not for me to question it. Haeleeya and I haven't been told exactly what skills you all possess, but when we sent word out to our allies seeking aid, we gave them guidelines that we're sure they kept to, so we have no doubts you'll perform admirably. The irony is, the task itself.. isn't difficult, but it is one of high importance.
The man paused to take a breath from his extended speech, at which point Shautha spoke herself as the trio formally met one another. Shautha's buried hostility going unnoticed by either of them. Yes, you would be correct. I believe we met breifly once but you had urgent business to attend to at the time so we never got to truly meet one another and I have my business to run... Either way, we're onyl waiting on one more. Once they arrive, we shall head to my Bath House to discuss what it all entails.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
"I believe I'm that last person," Ulric says warmly as he approached after finishing his reconnaissance. "The name's Ulric," he says with a smile. He gives a slight bow to the group . Despite his friendliness, his eyes remain cold and unwelcoming.
Once more, and for the last time, the pair is forced to turn to meet the 'newcomer' and he is, atleast initially, met with a smile that fades once they realize the feeling isn't entirely mutual. Choosing to bow, instead of extend their hands this time they greet Ulric. Ah... well met. I believe next to Shautha... You are the one I know the least about, and you were the second to last addition, as an out of breath Halfling made sure we knew of your skills... But.. if this is all of us, I believe we should retire to my bath house. Imdarr will fill you in on the details himself while I run the front and make sure none of you are disturbed.
The pair would lead the group Northward, almost to the quarry, where the bathhouse was -the likely reason being to help quarry workers wash off after a long days work, especially if they weren't fortunate enough to posses a bathing spot of their own within, or around their house.
Half-barrels planted with aromatic herbs and flowers flank the entrance, and the windows are decorated with flower-filled window boxes. Inside is a tidy room that functions as a dressmaker’s shop and fitting room. Beyond two sets of doors are bathing chambers that emanate pleasant smells and warm dampness. Several working girls were present, though attractive, they were also very easily in their middle-years but all of them wearing fine clothing, usually pleasant spring dresses, and each of them smelling like flowers of a sort, with one exception smelling like mint. Acknowledging the groups entrance, but seeing they were with the mistress of the house, they didn't pester anyone.
Haeleeya moved around the front counter and took a seat, offering a final bow, as Imdarr moved into the office just behind it. With this many people, it would be slightly cramped but not uncomfortable within. The rooms fringes were filled with pleasantly scented herbs, and other similar flora, with a central table, and two chairs, along the wall a single couch that could hose atleast 3. Imdarr choosing to stand so that the guests could sit wherever they pleased.
Once everyone was in and settled, Imdarr would say to all there. Before I begin. I feel it would be a good teambuilding exercise if we got to know eachother a bit. And learned what eachother is capable of, so that when you go out, you will know what tasks you all can be entrusted with, and where your weaknesses lie so they can be covered. I am Imdar Relvaunder, Devotee of Tempus. I work in the All-Faiths shrine. Yrnila is already somewhat aquainted with myself and she has helped me where my own skills were lacking.
So, what are you all capable of? Once this is done, I shall fill you in on your task at hand, and the rewards therein.
This is the only time I will 'push' the story forward a bit by force. After this, until a solid 'this is what we're doing/where we're going etc is stated, I will not push the story forward again in this manner. So I will apologize this time.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Ulf frowns. What am I capable of? What is anyone capable of? Great evil or great good, I suppose. He glances at the most recent addition, then at the orc. Keep it simple.
After a time, his gaze settles on the speaker.
"I hunt" he says. "I hunt, I track, and I kill those that deserve it."
Shautha acknowledged Ulric with a nod. Not much of an impression yet, but he looked strong, and that was something she respected.
Arriving at the bathhouse, she takes a deep breath of the aromas around her. "...What I'm capable of?" She answers, thoughtful. "I have spent a long time in the mountains, they are my home, and I have learned quite a few things there. I can track and hunt down anything as easily as a panther does with its prey, and like a wolf takes care of its pack I'm more than able to protect my teammates if they need it."
She holds her club. "...And just like any beast, I'm more than able to fight and kill an enemy if I need to. Ulf isn't the only hunter 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
Ulric's Perception Check: 11
Owl (Cyrin) Perception Check: 16
As Ulric follows these people towards the bathhouse, he lags behind a step or two to absorb the details of these strangers. He looks for anything interesting on their persons while taking mental note of everything he sees. Judging by those two's apparel, they are probably live in the wilds, he thinks to himself as he looks towards the half-orc and elf. He casts his gaze towards the other woman of their group. White clothing denominates a healer. Light on weapons, perhaps a cleric? No, that can't be it. She's something else, but what could it be? he shrewdly wonders.
As they are just about to enter the bathhouse, Ulric sends his thoughts out above him to Cyrin. Cyrin, he mentally commands, settle down across the street and watch the entrance of this building.
He follows the group through the house with his hands clasped behind his back, posture straight and tall. He casts his cold gaze around the room, absorbing every detail he sees. He pays the woman wandering about doing their tasks no attention.
After the elf speaks, Ulric thinks to himself, Trapping and hunting... One of the rangers I've heard tales of perhaps? Hmm...
He watches the half-orc speak from the corner of his eyes. Definitely lives in the wilds. Maybe she's an orcan savage, a warrior...
When Imdarr bring up the topic of introducing themselves, Ulric clears his deep voice and says, "As was said before, I am Ulric. My talents lie in the arcane arts. I've been known to dabble in magic, but I have not the mastery of wizards." He too stands and allows the others to sit, hands clasped behind his back.
Perception Check to notice anything interesting on the other characters.
Perception Check from Cyrin if needed.
During the walk in, as Ulric lags behind intentionally to gauge this group, nothing overly special comes to sight. Yrn seems to walk with a fluid-grace of motion that most healers -as casters- wouldn't posses, but because of Yrn's nature Ulric couldn't place it, and there were no visible clues that could give it away.
Shautha seemed strong in her own right, likely not someone he'd want to face in direct combat. There was more to her as well but given her attire, and her reactions, she was likely a Barbarian of some kind, perhaps a fighter of some skill.
Ulf was obviously a ranger, so his senses would likely be higher than most, but only so much. Ulric felt some sort of more to the man, but he couldn't quite place it. It would be somehting he'd have to see in action.
Overall the group seemed capable in what they were doing. Some more aloof than others.
Outside, the familiar watches the door, from some rooftop across the road, though nothing noteworthy happens during the time thus-far. The same, slow-bustle of traffic across and through the roads, peddlers peddling, occasionally someone entering the establishment that looks like a local entering and exiting. Aside from this, nothing special occurs outside of one man talking to the baker, and handing him an urn... or vase.... something in that range of items as payment for a large supply of honeyed bread.
Good good. A well rounded group indeed. And I noticed that my friend didn't answer your question before Yrnila, but yes, you are in fact here for that same purpose. Our goals align, thus why we have worked together for this endeavor. And I sort of know what Yrnila is capable of, even if I do not understand it myself. But I still feel she should let everyone else know whom they'll be with for a time, and what they can bring to the table.
Sorry Ulric, the DC for that check, since it's sort of giving away information, was a slightly higher DC, so I gave what I felt was fair without robbing the others of their volition.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Insight: 11
Yrnila notices the human trailing after the party from a far from the corner of her eye. That one was interesting; distrusting, certainly, but everyone had their own little secrets. Keep an eye on him, Yrnila, a voice snarls from inside her head. The medic refocuses her gaze forward, her serious expression tightening ever so slightly. Haeleeya and Imdarr were forces of good in the world - she knew that much. Momentarily appraising the two hunters, she notices the trophies they each wear in turn. She wonders if they hunted for sport or for pleasure; that would be evident if they find themselves in combat, but she withholds making a decision for now.
She politely nods towards the workers of the bathhouse during the party's entry. As she finally settles down, she notices the others have spoken. "I thank you for the introduction, Imdarr," she simply replies, stern expression breaking into a warm smile. She ponders for a moment longer, wondering how best to express her modus operandi. "I seek to bring an end to as much suffering as I can in this world," she responds, gesturing to her medical attire. While she and the others are speaking, she will attempt to glean any discernible reaction from those at the table.
Action: Insight Check to note any interesting reactions, conflictions, or hostilities arise in those seated.
Imdarr smiled a bit awkwardly as he closed his eyes, ever so slightly cocked his head and let out a single 'heh' That is what you hope to do or achieve, not so much what you are capable of yourself. I suppose I'll tell them. Yrnila is capable of healing without magic -atleast as far as I can tell-. I do not understand this phenomena... How she can do it, but they will most assuredly prove useful in aiding all of you. it was clear Imdarr was looking out for the interests of the group, and not intentionally revealing anything Yrnila may not want revealed to disadvantage her in some way. But clearing his throat, he would press on, since by now everyone gathered was likely tired of being told 'just one more thing before I tell you.'
Clearing his throat, he pulled out a map of the area that was surprisingly, in color, laying it out on the table for all to see. The map, just moments ago rolled tightly into a scroll, now lay perfectly flat against the table, and was rather large once unfurled. It seemed enchanted to do so.
As he began to speak, his finger would point to various locations on the map, pausing only long enough to make sure everyone saw where he was pointing before moving onto the next point. This here is where you are now. In Redlarch. Two tendays ago, an important delegation from the city of Mirabar disappeared in the Sumber Hills.. which are here..... he said, pointing to a place slightly to the east-by-north-east, along a red, dotted path. The delegation traveled overland from Westbridge to Beliard, crossing the Stone Bridge. From Beliard it headed south into the Sumber Hills, bound for Summit Hall. However, we have no clue what happened after they left Beliard. While we waited for you we weren't idle. A man named Endrith Vallivoe, who often regulars the Swinging Sword, which is the building just north of the Shrine. Hard to miss, it's three stories tall. But he can be found drinking there around this time. He claims to have some rumors of information on this.
The man swallows, his throat clearly dry after the mention of drinking anything, before pressing on just a bit more after attempting to lick his lips without drawing attention. There is one other matter, though it is not nearly as important as the Delegation. Rumors have been springing up about a necromancer living less than a mile outside of Redlarch, to the south and west, though we've had no luck finding whatever cave he dug himself into. If you find time, or believe this may lead to answers about the delegation... We would be happy if you could look into this as well. Of course you will be paid fairly for each task completed. And to show good faith, I will give you all, up front, twenty five gold up front.
Everyone if you intend to hide that from her, roll a deception check, if failed, please atleast somewhat describe what you feel your character would be feeling/reacting etc to answer her insight check, as your characters aren't mine, and you would know better. You don't have to give everything away unless you roll a nat 1, but give a little somethng.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Shautha just smiles in amusement when Yrnila states her goal, her expression being polite but showing under it that she thinks it to be a very naive ideal to have. "That sounds very noble of you..." She states, not caring much. The squishy human wants to end suffering in the world, let her try, why not.
Instead, she's more interested when Imdarr claims that she's able to heal without magic. So... not a cleric? She thinks, slightly curious.
She takes a very good look at the map, memorizing it. When Imdarr mentions a necromancer, she huffs. "What kind of rumors?" She asks. "Necromancers can be a real pest, they disrupt the balance of nature for no good reason. Dead things should stay dead and buried so they can fertilize the earth and raise new life from their remains, not used as toys."
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