"The holy war within Dragoneye has gotten too out of hand, and King Orrus is doing nothing but watch from his throne. Several travelers from near and far have come to the town of Remnant, a small town made from the remains of a fallen castle, for more information on how to stop this war. This is where the journey begins."
You all find yourselves within the main plaza of Remnant, but none of you know of each other. Within it are six shops made up of jagged stone bricks surround the round cobblestone path. The first shop is named "The Rusted Bucket", the second shop named "One wave", the third shop "Forgery Guild", the fourth "The Bubbling Pot", the fifth is just a gold and purple tent with no name around it, and sixth "Bounty Hut". The whole town appears to be surrounded by a crumbled brick wall, and the ruins of what appears to have been a castle lay on the far side. The entire front wall has crumbled, you can see the whole interior of the house, among the rubble of the remains, only one tower of the castle still stands.
On the wall of the One Wave shop, there is a flyer that says
Missing!
Princess Lirah Appearance: Green Dragonborn Female with a scar on her neck. Last Seen: In Semun Castle, but was more recently seen wandering Bahamut Plains.
Halfast and Blade
You see a mysterious young woman with a turquoise hood over her head speed-walking in the plaza. You see her turn to look around and heads into a small alley. Something is awful suspicious about this woman.
Cayasinia watches Brightmoon disappear into the alleyway. She follows him. Knowing she's not the best at stealth, she follows a bit behind him. She's not following the women as much as keeping an eye on Brightmoon to give him backup should he require it.
A half-elf woman playing with a dagger and muttering to herself stares at the flyer, and then plainly sees two people dart into an alley. She grins and leans her head to the side, watching them. She looks around once and then saunters into the alley slowly, whistling quietly to herself.
Umbraxas takes in a deep breath through his nose and exhales heavily as he looks about him. He savors the scent of the crisp air for a moment before he huffs in annoyance. His senses were so dull. Having amazing senses for a lifetime and then being downgraded was almost like losing a limb. He was so use to the fine details he used to be able to make out before, that now everything seemed so bland and muted.
While just standing there in the town square, he feels a slight mental prodding from Bahumat to check out the flyer. The day after his punishment, which was just a few short days ago, he was told in a dream that he needed to travel to this god-forsaken town. Now that he finally arrived, he seems to have found the reason why. He begins moving towards the flyer.
Umbraxas towers over much of the 'lesser races.' Standing nearly seven feet tall, the human man has a powerful build. Everything about him has an intensity about it. He doesn't walk as much as he prowls, his speech commanding, his glances more of a glare. Something about him invokes the notion of a bottled storm, pent-up energy ready to strike at any moment. He wears simple navy blue, short sleeved clothing that is almost to the point of stretching tightly across his frame. His short black hair is bristly and thick, and even though he is clean-shaven, he is one of those people who always has seems in need of a shave. His brooding gray-blue eyes are over-shadowed by a heavy brow, and his strong and bold facial features always seem to be holding a scowl. Strapped across his back are an over-sized metal shield and flail that almost seem too large to be wielded, even by him.
When he reaches the flyer, he has to stoop slightly to read it. As he does, he reaches up with a meaty and hairy arm and rubs the back of his head, a habit he already picked up even though he had only been human for a few days now. Hair was so strange, one of the stranger things of having a body of a lesser race. His new body was unwieldy. He was still getting used to his new limitations, and he knew to was going to take a while.
After he reads the flyer, he straightens back up and scoffs slightly in disbelief. He mutters to himself in his gravelly, rumbling voice in Draconic, "This is what you brought me here for? You want me to find a spawn of chromatic scum?" He turns his face to the heavens and says in Draconic, "You can't be serious."
Searching his way to the local inn Tuner's "shadow senses" are tingling. Something suspicious is afoot on the plaza. Instinct kicks in, he dives into an alley, casts Disguise self to look like the commoners he has seen arround town.
He approaches the strong looking human standing looking at the flyer who is rumbling in some language he doesn't understand, maybe this person might be some useful muscle when investigating what is happening. "Ah, the religious type, grumbling at the sky..." he says. "Care to see what is happening over there? Seems something interesting might be happening. Or were you just asking your god for some guidance on where to find this princess? What were you saying anyway?"
Without waiting for an answer he starts of in the direction of another alley (close to the alley where everyone is going) in hope of following these strange people without them noticing him immediately.
While Brightmoon is following the lady into alley, but his years of spycraft training he knows to check to be careful that he is not being lead into a trap. He is careful to make sure that he is not being followed and also that others are not lying in wait.
(I'll explain how the spoilers work. If you do not see your characters name above the spoiler, do not read it. Its only meant for those people to read.)
Anyone who entered the alley
You see the woman turn right behind "One Wave" her hand tightly clenched to the base of the hood, then somehow, she's gone.
Umbraxas only:
You notice that same woman, almost running, down the plaza again, but goes between the purple tent and "The Bubbling Pot."
A minute or two later, everyone hears a woman's scream coming from near the purple tent.
(I’d assumed Polly would notice two other people in the same area dart off into an alley, even if she doesn’t know the reason. Haven’t looked at spoilers yet.)
But if she missed that, she’d stay by the flyer, listening to Umbraxas mutter.
Then, regardless, she’d finally look up at the sound of a scream and head off in that direction, still talking quietly to herself, still spinning a dagger among her fingers and tossing it in small spinning loops. “This happen here a lot?” she asks a passing villager as she walks in an easy, effortless stride (the same villager talking to a muttering tall human). The pale half-elf has spiky red and black hair, and a slender, but solid frame, wearing black a purple clothing, with a worn army surplus chain shirt, and a small shield on her back on top of a compact pack. As she moves off toward the sound of a scream, her form shifts to a plain-looking woman with brown hair and a tanned complexion, wearing leathers.
At the sight of the screaming, the same hooded woman stands leaning against the base of the purple tent, cornered by two brute orc thugs. They don't seem to notice you, as they're just talking to the frightened woman.
"What are you doing in our town all alone, missy?" the first orc says, his purplish skin seems have much more than of a color tone than his kin.
"What do you want from me?!" The woman replies, there seems to be a reptilian tone in her voice.
"Give us your gold, now, or it will not be good for you."
She does nothing, but you can tell she is afraid, even though you can't see her face
Halfast was uncomfortable. He missed the water, and this town was far bigger than his village, but he was curious. The small halfling had seen the woman going in the alley and, after following her, heard the scream. He looked for the purple tent and searched for the screamer, going under the tall folk if necessary. "Is everyone alright? I heard a scream."
Mason, an older, but not old, dwarf who used to be very athletic is covered with a white robe with blue edging but you can hear armor underneath, walks up to the notice along with the tall grumbling fellow and a few others. He has an snowy white owl on his shoulder.
He hears the tall man mumble and, as he understands draconic, responds with "So who has brought you here? Do you owe allegiance to this Princess and her father? I pity you in this god forsaken kingdom if that is the case."
Upon hearing the scream being curious and wanting to help if possible he hurries over to see what is happening.
Seeing the threatening orcs he says as loud as he can "Gentlemen, you seem to have attracted a crowd. We are not interested in watching a robbery. Can we pretend this never happened and go on our merry ways?"
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The two orcs start laughing, at what Mason has to say. The first orc walks up to him, and says in his raspy voice "We're not the kind of people you want to go around messing with, pipsqueak." He turns towards the second orc "Voren! Let's teach this guy a lesson." The second orc comes running and grunting towards Mason, then gives him a punch in the face.
Shrugging and saying to Polly under his breath: "Well I would certainly hope not" slacking a bit behind to see what te ruckus is all about. When a fight breaks out Tuner walks up to the crowd says: "Why do they always directly resort to violence, would you guys mind standing still while we sort out what is going on here" and casts Hold Person at third level on both orcs (save DC: 15).
The two orcs start laughing, at what Mason has to say. The first orc walks up to him, and says in his raspy voice "We're not the kind of people you want to go around messing with, pipsqueak." He turns towards the second orc "Voren! Let's teach this guy a lesson." The second orc comes running and grunting towards Mason, then gives him a punch in the face.
Shrugging and saying to Polly under his breath: "Well I would certainly hope not" slacking a bit behind to see what te ruckus is all about. When a fight breaks out Tuner walks up to the crowd says: "Why do they always directly resort to violence, would you guys mind standing still while we sort out what is going on here" and casts Hold Person at third level on both orcs (save DC: 15).
Caya backtracks from the alleyway. Seeing others disappear behind into the tent, she eavesdrops for a moment. After hearing a robbery was taking place, she pushes open the flap to the tent, a furious look upon her face. Her hand on sword, she steps in front of the woman, providing a barrier between her and the orcs. "I suggest you leave at once. I don't take kindly to robberies," she growls. "I'll give you three seconds to leave. Should you refuse my generous offer, I will show you no mercy." Caya resolutely stares them down, infuriated that the orcs were using their power to hurt, not help. Though she wanted the orcs to leave peacefully, some part of her longed for a fight, longed to do what she left her home to do. Make a name for herself as the defender of the good, protector of the weak.
Caya backtracks from the alleyway. Seeing others disappear behind into the tent, she eavesdrops for a moment. After hearing a robbery was taking place, she pushes open the flap to the tent, a furious look upon her face. Her hand on sword, she steps in front of the woman, providing a barrier between her and the orcs. "I suggest you leave at once. I don't take kindly to robberies," she growls. "I'll give you three seconds to leave. Should you refuse my generous offer, I will show you no mercy." Caya resolutely stares them down, infuriated that the orcs were using their power to hurt, not help. Though she wanted the orcs to leave peacefully, some part of her longed for a fight, longed to do what she left her home to do. Make a name for herself as the defender of the good, protector of the weak.
"The holy war within Dragoneye has gotten too out of hand, and King Orrus is doing nothing but watch from his throne. Several travelers from near and far have come to the town of Remnant, a small town made from the remains of a fallen castle, for more information on how to stop this war. This is where the journey begins."
You all find yourselves within the main plaza of Remnant, but none of you know of each other. Within it are six shops made up of jagged stone bricks surround the round cobblestone path. The first shop is named "The Rusted Bucket", the second shop named "One wave", the third shop "Forgery Guild", the fourth "The Bubbling Pot", the fifth is just a gold and purple tent with no name around it, and sixth "Bounty Hut". The whole town appears to be surrounded by a crumbled brick wall, and the ruins of what appears to have been a castle lay on the far side. The entire front wall has crumbled, you can see the whole interior of the house, among the rubble of the remains, only one tower of the castle still stands.
On the wall of the One Wave shop, there is a flyer that says
Halfast and Blade
You see a mysterious young woman with a turquoise hood over her head speed-walking in the plaza. You see her turn to look around and heads into a small alley. Something is awful suspicious about this woman.
Brightmoon follows her, hugging the wall and being as stealthy and quiet as possible.
Cayasinia watches Brightmoon disappear into the alleyway. She follows him. Knowing she's not the best at stealth, she follows a bit behind him. She's not following the women as much as keeping an eye on Brightmoon to give him backup should he require it.
A half-elf woman playing with a dagger and muttering to herself stares at the flyer, and then plainly sees two people dart into an alley. She grins and leans her head to the side, watching them. She looks around once and then saunters into the alley slowly, whistling quietly to herself.
Umbraxas takes in a deep breath through his nose and exhales heavily as he looks about him. He savors the scent of the crisp air for a moment before he huffs in annoyance. His senses were so dull. Having amazing senses for a lifetime and then being downgraded was almost like losing a limb. He was so use to the fine details he used to be able to make out before, that now everything seemed so bland and muted.
While just standing there in the town square, he feels a slight mental prodding from Bahumat to check out the flyer. The day after his punishment, which was just a few short days ago, he was told in a dream that he needed to travel to this god-forsaken town. Now that he finally arrived, he seems to have found the reason why. He begins moving towards the flyer.
Umbraxas towers over much of the 'lesser races.' Standing nearly seven feet tall, the human man has a powerful build. Everything about him has an intensity about it. He doesn't walk as much as he prowls, his speech commanding, his glances more of a glare. Something about him invokes the notion of a bottled storm, pent-up energy ready to strike at any moment. He wears simple navy blue, short sleeved clothing that is almost to the point of stretching tightly across his frame. His short black hair is bristly and thick, and even though he is clean-shaven, he is one of those people who always has seems in need of a shave. His brooding gray-blue eyes are over-shadowed by a heavy brow, and his strong and bold facial features always seem to be holding a scowl. Strapped across his back are an over-sized metal shield and flail that almost seem too large to be wielded, even by him.
When he reaches the flyer, he has to stoop slightly to read it. As he does, he reaches up with a meaty and hairy arm and rubs the back of his head, a habit he already picked up even though he had only been human for a few days now. Hair was so strange, one of the stranger things of having a body of a lesser race. His new body was unwieldy. He was still getting used to his new limitations, and he knew to was going to take a while.
After he reads the flyer, he straightens back up and scoffs slightly in disbelief. He mutters to himself in his gravelly, rumbling voice in Draconic, "This is what you brought me here for? You want me to find a spawn of chromatic scum?" He turns his face to the heavens and says in Draconic, "You can't be serious."
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Searching his way to the local inn Tuner's "shadow senses" are tingling. Something suspicious is afoot on the plaza. Instinct kicks in, he dives into an alley, casts Disguise self to look like the commoners he has seen arround town.
He approaches the strong looking human standing looking at the flyer who is rumbling in some language he doesn't understand, maybe this person might be some useful muscle when investigating what is happening. "Ah, the religious type, grumbling at the sky..." he says. "Care to see what is happening over there? Seems something interesting might be happening. Or were you just asking your god for some guidance on where to find this princess? What were you saying anyway?"
Without waiting for an answer he starts of in the direction of another alley (close to the alley where everyone is going) in hope of following these strange people without them noticing him immediately.
Stealth Check: 15
Perception Check: 17
You did not notice her, only Halfast and Blade did.
While Brightmoon is following the lady into alley, but his years of spycraft training he knows to check to be careful that he is not being lead into a trap. He is careful to make sure that he is not being followed and also that others are not lying in wait.
(I'll explain how the spoilers work. If you do not see your characters name above the spoiler, do not read it. Its only meant for those people to read.)
Anyone who entered the alley
You see the woman turn right behind "One Wave" her hand tightly clenched to the base of the hood, then somehow, she's gone.
Umbraxas only:
You notice that same woman, almost running, down the plaza again, but goes between the purple tent and "The Bubbling Pot."
A minute or two later, everyone hears a woman's scream coming from near the purple tent.
(I’d assumed Polly would notice two other people in the same area dart off into an alley, even if she doesn’t know the reason. Haven’t looked at spoilers yet.)
But if she missed that, she’d stay by the flyer, listening to Umbraxas mutter.
Then, regardless, she’d finally look up at the sound of a scream and head off in that direction, still talking quietly to herself, still spinning a dagger among her fingers and tossing it in small spinning loops. “This happen here a lot?” she asks a passing villager as she walks in an easy, effortless stride (the same villager talking to a muttering tall human). The pale half-elf has spiky red and black hair, and a slender, but solid frame, wearing black a purple clothing, with a worn army surplus chain shirt, and a small shield on her back on top of a compact pack. As she moves off toward the sound of a scream, her form shifts to a plain-looking woman with brown hair and a tanned complexion, wearing leathers.
At the sight of the screaming, the same hooded woman stands leaning against the base of the purple tent, cornered by two brute orc thugs. They don't seem to notice you, as they're just talking to the frightened woman.
"What are you doing in our town all alone, missy?" the first orc says, his purplish skin seems have much more than of a color tone than his kin.
"What do you want from me?!" The woman replies, there seems to be a reptilian tone in her voice.
"Give us your gold, now, or it will not be good for you."
She does nothing, but you can tell she is afraid, even though you can't see her face
Halfast was uncomfortable. He missed the water, and this town was far bigger than his village, but he was curious. The small halfling had seen the woman going in the alley and, after following her, heard the scream. He looked for the purple tent and searched for the screamer, going under the tall folk if necessary. "Is everyone alright? I heard a scream."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Mason, an older, but not old, dwarf who used to be very athletic is covered with a white robe with blue edging but you can hear armor underneath, walks up to the notice along with the tall grumbling fellow and a few others. He has an snowy white owl on his shoulder.
He hears the tall man mumble and, as he understands draconic, responds with "So who has brought you here? Do you owe allegiance to this Princess and her father? I pity you in this god forsaken kingdom if that is the case."
Upon hearing the scream being curious and wanting to help if possible he hurries over to see what is happening.
Seeing the threatening orcs he says as loud as he can "Gentlemen, you seem to have attracted a crowd. We are not interested in watching a robbery. Can we pretend this never happened and go on our merry ways?"
Lot's of stuff ...
The two orcs start laughing, at what Mason has to say. The first orc walks up to him, and says in his raspy voice "We're not the kind of people you want to go around messing with, pipsqueak." He turns towards the second orc "Voren! Let's teach this guy a lesson." The second orc comes running and grunting towards Mason, then gives him a punch in the face.
Attack: 6 Damage: 9
Shrugging and saying to Polly under his breath: "Well I would certainly hope not" slacking a bit behind to see what te ruckus is all about. When a fight breaks out Tuner walks up to the crowd says: "Why do they always directly resort to violence, would you guys mind standing still while we sort out what is going on here" and casts Hold Person at third level on both orcs (save DC: 15).
"Madam, what seems to be the problem here?"
"That is unnecessary!"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Wisdom saves: 11 7
Caya backtracks from the alleyway. Seeing others disappear behind into the tent, she eavesdrops for a moment. After hearing a robbery was taking place, she pushes open the flap to the tent, a furious look upon her face. Her hand on sword, she steps in front of the woman, providing a barrier between her and the orcs. "I suggest you leave at once. I don't take kindly to robberies," she growls. "I'll give you three seconds to leave. Should you refuse my generous offer, I will show you no mercy." Caya resolutely stares them down, infuriated that the orcs were using their power to hurt, not help. Though she wanted the orcs to leave peacefully, some part of her longed for a fight, longed to do what she left her home to do. Make a name for herself as the defender of the good, protector of the weak.
Make an intimidation check