Suddenly, the doors to the Eldritch Emporium burst open as a human man comes bolting out, guards at his heals. Anyone around can see he has long, jet black hair and a scraggly beard. He's dressed in tattered cloths and an overcoat that is ripped, as if by a giant claw. In his hand he holds a longsword that seems to be radiating tendrils of golden mist.
Adran points at the man with the magic-looking sword and yells "everyone, run! There is a man with a dangerous looking magical sword!" Then Adran uses the ready an action action, so if the guy with the sword moves towards him threateningly he can cast eldritch blast.
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I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
The people who can hear you look from you to the man with the sword, and start shuffling away. There isn't a panic yet, but people seem hesitant and fearful. The guards reach the man as he surveys the streets, then dashes somewhat toward you, seemingly making his way to the docks. The guard nearest to him lunges at him, but the man puts up a hand and the guard freezes in place. The other gaurds stumble back before charging back in, but the man is already a step ahead.
From behind you, you hear the clatter of plate as Irchek rushes by you, in way to cut off the man.
As crackling energy gather in your hand you aim ahead of the man and let the crackling energy shoot forward. The beam streaks toward the man, he turns right in time to see the beam hit him square in the chest. He doubles over and flies seven feet backward before skidding across the road. The sword rolls out of his hand and the guards pile on top of him. The crowd turns to look at you, stunned, before a small applause travels through.
Irchek takes a moment before looking back at you, golden reptilian eyes alight with curiosity. He starts making his way toward you.
"I didn't kill him? Oh, good, I was worried for a moment. As for my story, I'm just a mage passing through town looking for a job. Figured I could lend a hand."
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I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
"We certainly appreciate the help," Irchek says. His voice is low and somewhat raspy. I can recall seeing much mage types 'round 'ere. Well, if you be looking for a job, the council is looking for some hands in a job. Your skills would be perfect I might as well say."
Irchek turns and points you to the large square building nestle between the barracks. "The council meet often. Pop in there, make an appointment, and you should be set to talk with 'em. They'll fill you in on anything else you need to know." He smiles and gives a small chuckle. You feel his Icey breath nip at your face. "What's your name?"
You notice one of the guards has taken out a parchment and inkwell and has started jotting down notes. They look up at you expecting a name.
Irchek glares at you then shares a look with some of the guards before shrugging. "Odd, but nothin' to do with myself. Again, we appreciate the help, been an influx of thievin' going on last few weeks."
As the doors burst open and the man begins to shout the Genasi looks in the direction of the action and begins to stand watching the commotion a smirk popping up on his face. He just reaches down grabbing his bag as he begins to run after the two men and guards. By the time he catches up though he notices the commotion seems to be dying down as the man is shackled and the guards are chatting with the other one who brought attention. The Genasi just sighs having lost a chance at some excitement, he just leans against the nearest wall trying to find out what to do next.
As the doors burst open and the man begins to shout the Genasi looks in the direction of the action and begins to stand watching the commotion a smirk popping up on his face. He just reaches down grabbing his bag as he begins to run after the two men and guards. By the time he catches up though he notices the commotion seems to be dying down as the man is shackled and the guards are chatting with the other one who brought attention. The Genasi just sighs having lost a chance at some excitement, he just leans against the nearest wall trying to find out what to do next.
You hear the conversation between a heavily armored dragonborn, who looks to be the captain of the guard from your time in the village, and a half elf drow. The dispersing crowd seems interested in the drow.
Noticing that the captain isn't with the other guards, I glance around to see if I can spot him
I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
ADRAND -
You glance around and see the captain watching the guards from afar, his plate armor shimmering in the sunlight.
Suddenly, the doors to the Eldritch Emporium burst open as a human man comes bolting out, guards at his heals. Anyone around can see he has long, jet black hair and a scraggly beard. He's dressed in tattered cloths and an overcoat that is ripped, as if by a giant claw. In his hand he holds a longsword that seems to be radiating tendrils of golden mist.
Adran points at the man with the magic-looking sword and yells "everyone, run! There is a man with a dangerous looking magical sword!" Then Adran uses the ready an action action, so if the guy with the sword moves towards him threateningly he can cast eldritch blast.
I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
ADRAN -
The people who can hear you look from you to the man with the sword, and start shuffling away. There isn't a panic yet, but people seem hesitant and fearful. The guards reach the man as he surveys the streets, then dashes somewhat toward you, seemingly making his way to the docks. The guard nearest to him lunges at him, but the man puts up a hand and the guard freezes in place. The other gaurds stumble back before charging back in, but the man is already a step ahead.
From behind you, you hear the clatter of plate as Irchek rushes by you, in way to cut off the man.
Adran casts eldritch blast, hurling the beam of energy at the man with the sword.
I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
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Roll to hit: 13 Damage if hits: 7 The d10 is force damage and the 2 is bludgeoning.
I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
ADRAN -
As crackling energy gather in your hand you aim ahead of the man and let the crackling energy shoot forward. The beam streaks toward the man, he turns right in time to see the beam hit him square in the chest. He doubles over and flies seven feet backward before skidding across the road. The sword rolls out of his hand and the guards pile on top of him. The crowd turns to look at you, stunned, before a small applause travels through.
Irchek takes a moment before looking back at you, golden reptilian eyes alight with curiosity. He starts making his way toward you.
Adran holds up his hands and says "I didn't mean to kill him, I promise!"
I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
ADRAN -
The guards pull up the man, now shackled, but seemingly alive.
Irchek reaches you, a few guards in tow. "You didn't kill 'im, don't worry. That was some quick thinkin' on your part. What's your story?"
"I didn't kill him? Oh, good, I was worried for a moment. As for my story, I'm just a mage passing through town looking for a job. Figured I could lend a hand."
I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
ADRAN -
"We certainly appreciate the help," Irchek says. His voice is low and somewhat raspy. I can recall seeing much mage types 'round 'ere. Well, if you be looking for a job, the council is looking for some hands in a job. Your skills would be perfect I might as well say."
Adran raises his eyebrows. "Really? What type of job, and how would I go about applying?"
I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
ADRAN -
Irchek turns and points you to the large square building nestle between the barracks. "The council meet often. Pop in there, make an appointment, and you should be set to talk with 'em. They'll fill you in on anything else you need to know." He smiles and gives a small chuckle. You feel his Icey breath nip at your face. "What's your name?"
You notice one of the guards has taken out a parchment and inkwell and has started jotting down notes. They look up at you expecting a name.
"My name... is Adran." Adran scowls slightly. "I'm afraid I don't know my own last name."
I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.
ADRAN -
Irchek glares at you then shares a look with some of the guards before shrugging. "Odd, but nothin' to do with myself. Again, we appreciate the help, been an influx of thievin' going on last few weeks."
As the doors burst open and the man begins to shout the Genasi looks in the direction of the action and begins to stand watching the commotion a smirk popping up on his face. He just reaches down grabbing his bag as he begins to run after the two men and guards. By the time he catches up though he notices the commotion seems to be dying down as the man is shackled and the guards are chatting with the other one who brought attention. The Genasi just sighs having lost a chance at some excitement, he just leans against the nearest wall trying to find out what to do next.
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Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
You hear the conversation between a heavily armored dragonborn, who looks to be the captain of the guard from your time in the village, and a half elf drow. The dispersing crowd seems interested in the drow.
Adran nods to Irchek, then walks over to the building Irchek had pointed him to. He hesitates for a moment, then knocks on the door.
I will protect those I hate. Even ... even if the one I hate most ... is ... myself.