Thea is the only human in the group, completely dressed in a dark grey and with a little bracelett on her left wrist. She's got black hair of shoulder length and violett eyes, other than that she seems to be rather young, more like a teenager than a fullgrown adventurer.
Taking a look at the group through the spyglass, "From the information I have received they match the description. It looks like they have had trouble on the road, some mentioned are not present and they look to have a captive with them. I am certain they are the subject of my Orders.
With your leave Captain I must begin preparations. We are to be departing quickly after they have had a chance to rest. I need to gather provisions for the journey as my Orders are to escort them safely back to Allhaven. I have my gear ready but I need to forewarn the quartermaster of our needs and speak to Balnus." He returns the spyglass and stands at attention waiting his release.
The group makes it to the bottom of the hill, Fjorgin's steed seems to almost glisten in the sunlight as colour seems to become more vibrant with each step towards the sanctuary that is the region of Allhaven.
The Watchtower
"Well what are you waiting for, lad?" The dwarf captain tells the half-orc. "You don't want the Luminaries to be kept waiting. Though keep an eye out for that demon figure, they're tricky folk; never trust them."
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Ekmong attempts to use his innate spells to apply a dimmer switch. Unfortunately, Thaumaturgy doesn't quite work like that. Fjorgin decides that he needs to glisten like the midday sun as they are returning victorious to Allhaven with the mysterious relic.
Thea just keeps walking, rolling her eyes as she is getting somewhat annoyed by the constant quarrelling. "I don't want to take over the part of the adult here, but don't you think you can stop the baubleries when we get into the city? Might seem weird to have the glorious group of relic hunters return and see them stuck with childsplay like that."She then hurries past them to walk next to Pip.
Overhearing their conversation, Thea suddenly decides to join in, a little puzzled. "You know Ekmong, i can't help but wonder how you managed to get to that place beneath the chapel in the first place. We've had to pass a load of tests to reach it eventually, hell we nearly got killed a few times. How did you get in there? Who send you to get the container?"
You have heard of Galabor before. During your time in Allhaven, it was told to you once by an elderly elf whom claimed to be from the great citadel, though it was long taken away by The Lower. It was not too far outside of the Allhaven region.
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Ekmong looks surprised: “Tests? I simply waited for the cover of night so the acolytes wouldbesleeping. A few locks here and a few shadows there and I reached the container easily enough. Not any different from sneaking into your typical house or chapel, really...” The tiefling then looks around, noticing he is not talking to the sort of crowd that would necessarily understand his sneaky ways. He then decides to stop there an ignore the second question.
Fjorgin is puzzled. "Acolytes? There have not been acolytes there for far too long."
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Ekmong speaks up again, sarcastically: "Yes, oh Divine one. Acolytes. The lower level devout men and women that do your daily chores for you at the temple..." He then clarifies "Sure, now that I think on it they set a few traps at the lower levels, but nothing I couldn't manage." he adds, letting go of his momentary coyness in revealing his sneaky tactics."There was this sudden flash of light when I first laid eyes on the silver container, but you guys showed up seconds after that... Thinking of it now... what did you do with all the acolytes... why where we alone there on our way out? Did you murder them all? Hmph, and I am the scorned one in the group..."
"You should watch your tongue." Pip tells Ekmong. "Fjorgin here is a paladin of The Morning Light and would only ever harm those with evil in their hearts."
As the group gets closer to their destination, they see that the watch tower has a small group of guards marching out of it, led by a heavily armoured dwarf.
"Alright, lets save the chit chat for later, talking about such things in face of the cities watch might cause us some unnessecary trouble...and i got the feeling it will be hard enough to convince them to take you in anyway, Ekmong. Your appearance is a little unfortunate in these areas."
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Thea is the only human in the group, completely dressed in a dark grey and with a little bracelett on her left wrist. She's got black hair of shoulder length and violett eyes, other than that she seems to be rather young, more like a teenager than a fullgrown adventurer.
Taking a look at the group through the spyglass, "From the information I have received they match the description. It looks like they have had trouble on the road, some mentioned are not present and they look to have a captive with them. I am certain they are the subject of my Orders.
With your leave Captain I must begin preparations. We are to be departing quickly after they have had a chance to rest. I need to gather provisions for the journey as my Orders are to escort them safely back to Allhaven. I have my gear ready but I need to forewarn the quartermaster of our needs and speak to Balnus." He returns the spyglass and stands at attention waiting his release.
The Hill
The group makes it to the bottom of the hill, Fjorgin's steed seems to almost glisten in the sunlight as colour seems to become more vibrant with each step towards the sanctuary that is the region of Allhaven.
The Watchtower
"Well what are you waiting for, lad?" The dwarf captain tells the half-orc. "You don't want the Luminaries to be kept waiting. Though keep an eye out for that demon figure, they're tricky folk; never trust them."
Ekmong casts Thaumaturgy to tone down the horse’s brightness a bit. It’s bothering his eyes.
Fjorgin casts light on his armour.
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Ekmong attempts to use his innate spells to apply a dimmer switch. Unfortunately, Thaumaturgy doesn't quite work like that. Fjorgin decides that he needs to glisten like the midday sun as they are returning victorious to Allhaven with the mysterious relic.
Thea just keeps walking, rolling her eyes as she is getting somewhat annoyed by the constant quarrelling. "I don't want to take over the part of the adult here, but don't you think you can stop the baubleries when we get into the city? Might seem weird to have the glorious group of relic hunters return and see them stuck with childsplay like that." She then hurries past them to walk next to Pip.
Ekmong scoffs and keeps going, a bit embarrassed but trying not to show it.
“So this is the Allhaven you all keep mentioning? I’m quite surprised. Quite large for a town I never heard about...”
"Not exactly." Pip tells Ekmong. "The country and the capital are names Allhaven. This is Sun's Last Light."
"The capital? Much has changed... What of the Citadel of Galabor?" Ekmong ask Pip, hoping he is willing to continue talking to him.
Pip looks confused. "Never heard of it."
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Overhearing their conversation, Thea suddenly decides to join in, a little puzzled. "You know Ekmong, i can't help but wonder how you managed to get to that place beneath the chapel in the first place. We've had to pass a load of tests to reach it eventually, hell we nearly got killed a few times. How did you get in there? Who send you to get the container?"
Thea
You have heard of Galabor before. During your time in Allhaven, it was told to you once by an elderly elf whom claimed to be from the great citadel, though it was long taken away by The Lower. It was not too far outside of the Allhaven region.
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Fjorgin hasn't heard of this place that Ekmong mentioned...
Ekmong looks surprised: “Tests? I simply waited for the cover of night so the acolytes would be sleeping. A few locks here and a few shadows there and I reached the container easily enough. Not any different from sneaking into your typical house or chapel, really...” The tiefling then looks around, noticing he is not talking to the sort of crowd that would necessarily understand his sneaky ways. He then decides to stop there an ignore the second question.
Fjorgin is puzzled. "Acolytes? There have not been acolytes there for far too long."
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Ekmong speaks up again, sarcastically: "Yes, oh Divine one. Acolytes. The lower level devout men and women that do your daily chores for you at the temple..." He then clarifies "Sure, now that I think on it they set a few traps at the lower levels, but nothing I couldn't manage." he adds, letting go of his momentary coyness in revealing his sneaky tactics. "There was this sudden flash of light when I first laid eyes on the silver container, but you guys showed up seconds after that... Thinking of it now... what did you do with all the acolytes... why where we alone there on our way out? Did you murder them all? Hmph, and I am the scorned one in the group..."
"You should watch your tongue." Pip tells Ekmong. "Fjorgin here is a paladin of The Morning Light and would only ever harm those with evil in their hearts."
As the group gets closer to their destination, they see that the watch tower has a small group of guards marching out of it, led by a heavily armoured dwarf.
"Alright, lets save the chit chat for later, talking about such things in face of the cities watch might cause us some unnessecary trouble...and i got the feeling it will be hard enough to convince them to take you in anyway, Ekmong. Your appearance is a little unfortunate in these areas."