All four adventurers wake up – around the same time – in their different rooms, to the scent of brewing coffee and the sound of Frotbridge's songbirds rising. The rooms are all the same: a bed in the corner opposite the exit door, an old wardrobe next to the exit door, a small desk, and a window facing either the river, or the town. A dark, wooden clock ticks away, showing you are to meet Rivel (your employer) in half an hour; enough time to prepare yourselves for the job. The rough, old carpet on the floor gives off an undescribable scent, enough to compell you to get ready and then get the nine hells out of there.
10 minutes before you are all meant to meet Rivel, you hear a rumbling upstairs, a door creek very slightly, and a figure walking down to the first floor. You all know Rivel has the money to spare for a higher quality room, so based on the time, that was her getting ready for your individual arrival. You have 10 minutes until you must go downstairs to get some breakfast and then discuss the employment briefing: what will you do..?
Before leaving his room Rolandputs his face on and out of the room walks an unremarkable looking man who appears to be in his late 20’s or early 30’s with mousy brown hair and watery brown eyes. As he makes his way towards the staircase his nose is already in a book which he somehow manages to continue reading as he makes his way downstairs.
He sits at a table with enough room for his new companions and their employer, and whilst one hand holds his book in front of his face the other pulls out a leather bound journal and places it on the table. With a flourish of his hand a tiny quill appears out of nowhere. As Roland mumbles under his breath he moves the hand holding the book towards the table but a spectral hand remains, holding the book in mid air as he begins to take notes while continuing to read.
He sits at the table, quietly reading and taking notes as he waits for the others to come down.
Didros had woken up a little early to meditate. Although he always prefers sleeping outside last night he stayed in the inn for warmth and also to be close to the group he'd be guiding. He's guided adventurers before for Rivel but this time it seemed different. Usually Rivel would provide Didros with details of the trip, but this time there was nothing but a summons of sorts. Didros finished preparing his things after he meditated, making sure he had enough herbs, poultices, and some food for any animals they came upon during the journey. Rivel usually gave supplies for the trip but Didros always brought extra in case he needed to speak to some animals for guidance....food goes a long way.
He heads downstairs and sees a man reading and assumes he is one of the people he will be guiding. The Loxodon approaches "Hello there! I am Didros your guide....or at least I believe I am."
"You believe you are?" Holth overhears. The Grey half orc walks down the stairs, scratching at his short, black beard. He is still dressed in pajamas, with lavender and white stripes. To complement this, he also has a sleeping hat with a white ball at the end, as well as a sleeping mask in his hand. He also has a wicked axe at his side. "Are you unsure?" Holth then looks around to see what food is available.
Didros turns to face the newcomer "Hello there....I am usually hired by Rivel as a guide through the lands but Rivel did not give me any instructions other than to meet here....So long story short...yes I am unsure"
"Rivel... River? Ah, now I remember. Yeah, I was also hired by Rivel. Sorry, her name slipped my mind fir a bit. Anyway, my name is Holth." He extends his hand to shake.
Didros takes Holth's hand and shakes it "Didros is my name. Yes Rivel has hired us but for what I am unsure. All I know is that there are 4 of us traveling together....."
As the three of you are talking, a well dressed human walks down the stairs into the calm tavern, looking around before setting eyes on your table. Didros, you recognise this to be Rivel, your employer. She walks over to the table. "It's safe to say I was expecting four down here. I have ordered my breakfast, feel free to get your own before we begin with the briefing. Denagon is not here yet, but I suppose he is just one to be perfectly on time: 'tis still five minutes until our arranged time. I trust you all slept well?"
Rivel, btw, is a human sage in her mid to late 30's. She travels between her designated room in the inn you are at currently and a cottage on a far-off island of the Elemental Plane of Air. She is quite tall, almost elven in posture, and wears fine robes on top of a sturdy, thick and warm set of common clothes. A thin chain necklace encircles her neck, and on a point of the necklace is a thin metal ring with a yellow gem floating in the center. Her hair is cut short, and is rather fluffy, and dirty-blonde in colour. Other light hints of nobility frame Rivel, yet for a human noble, her accent seems so elven that you might imagine her with long, pointed ears.
Denagon enters Dressed in all black and already equipped for travel, a short sword and dagger visible as well as some leather and metal bits through his black robes, Denagon enters the room and quietly saddles up to a corner. "Hail and well met"
"Ah, Denagon? I believe we can now begin with the briefing..." Rivel spoons some scrambled egg into her mouth, wiping her mouth before continuing. "From here in Frotbridge, you will travel to Frotbix and then to Frotseal. I will get a friend of mine to travel with you between Frotbix and Frotseal so you can get access to the city library, where you can research the Demon Hogs, which are the group of orcs I have hired you four to, at the very least, move them from the area. Murder is optional, and preferred. Their camp is not far off of the outer wall of Frotseal, just outside of Waerlden Hold. Once you get rid of them, I can find you back here. How much will I pay you? 25 GP, and of course, a new employer to find future jobs from." She pauses occasionally to eat her breakfast. "Questions?"
He smiles at Holth. "I've been here all along...." He frowns when he hears the name Frotseal, not want to go back there. "This seam like a lot of trouble for some orcs. There must be something more to them if we need research. Has anyone tried to remove them before us?"
Roland looks up from his book surprised to see the table is full. "I'm sorry did you say we would get access to a library on our way to liberate a second library?"
Rivel sighs. "This second library is no ordinary 'second library'. It's an ancient one, made before all the great wars, it was there before Frottel was born! And now it has so much information that it would be oh so relevant for us to visit, that would be me and the Xyrmyar Storm. We believe that it was used in the first two great storms as a stronghold, and we've always wondered: 'For what?' Well, there may be some valuables on there that the Demon Hogs are taking. Waerlden Hold is no library. It is the key to this ancient dispute between Frots and Helks!" With that, she said, putting the remainder of her breakfast in her stomach. She seems content about how she just described Waerlden Hold. "Oh, and, Denagon, you are the first to attempt to clear them out. Take that as you will."
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All four adventurers wake up – around the same time – in their different rooms, to the scent of brewing coffee and the sound of Frotbridge's songbirds rising. The rooms are all the same: a bed in the corner opposite the exit door, an old wardrobe next to the exit door, a small desk, and a window facing either the river, or the town. A dark, wooden clock ticks away, showing you are to meet Rivel (your employer) in half an hour; enough time to prepare yourselves for the job. The rough, old carpet on the floor gives off an undescribable scent, enough to compell you to get ready and then get the nine hells out of there.
10 minutes before you are all meant to meet Rivel, you hear a rumbling upstairs, a door creek very slightly, and a figure walking down to the first floor. You all know Rivel has the money to spare for a higher quality room, so based on the time, that was her getting ready for your individual arrival. You have 10 minutes until you must go downstairs to get some breakfast and then discuss the employment briefing: what will you do..?
I'm just too goofy for this 😅
Before leaving his room Roland puts his face on and out of the room walks an unremarkable looking man who appears to be in his late 20’s or early 30’s with mousy brown hair and watery brown eyes. As he makes his way towards the staircase his nose is already in a book which he somehow manages to continue reading as he makes his way downstairs.
He sits at a table with enough room for his new companions and their employer, and whilst one hand holds his book in front of his face the other pulls out a leather bound journal and places it on the table. With a flourish of his hand a tiny quill appears out of nowhere. As Roland mumbles under his breath he moves the hand holding the book towards the table but a spectral hand remains, holding the book in mid air as he begins to take notes while continuing to read.
He sits at the table, quietly reading and taking notes as he waits for the others to come down.
Didros had woken up a little early to meditate. Although he always prefers sleeping outside last night he stayed in the inn for warmth and also to be close to the group he'd be guiding. He's guided adventurers before for Rivel but this time it seemed different. Usually Rivel would provide Didros with details of the trip, but this time there was nothing but a summons of sorts. Didros finished preparing his things after he meditated, making sure he had enough herbs, poultices, and some food for any animals they came upon during the journey. Rivel usually gave supplies for the trip but Didros always brought extra in case he needed to speak to some animals for guidance....food goes a long way.
He heads downstairs and sees a man reading and assumes he is one of the people he will be guiding. The Loxodon approaches "Hello there! I am Didros your guide....or at least I believe I am."
"You believe you are?" Holth overhears. The Grey half orc walks down the stairs, scratching at his short, black beard. He is still dressed in pajamas, with lavender and white stripes. To complement this, he also has a sleeping hat with a white ball at the end, as well as a sleeping mask in his hand. He also has a wicked axe at his side. "Are you unsure?" Holth then looks around to see what food is available.
Didros turns to face the newcomer "Hello there....I am usually hired by Rivel as a guide through the lands but Rivel did not give me any instructions other than to meet here....So long story short...yes I am unsure"
"Rivel... River? Ah, now I remember. Yeah, I was also hired by Rivel. Sorry, her name slipped my mind fir a bit. Anyway, my name is Holth." He extends his hand to shake.
Didros takes Holth's hand and shakes it "Didros is my name. Yes Rivel has hired us but for what I am unsure. All I know is that there are 4 of us traveling together....."
As the three of you are talking, a well dressed human walks down the stairs into the calm tavern, looking around before setting eyes on your table. Didros, you recognise this to be Rivel, your employer. She walks over to the table. "It's safe to say I was expecting four down here. I have ordered my breakfast, feel free to get your own before we begin with the briefing. Denagon is not here yet, but I suppose he is just one to be perfectly on time: 'tis still five minutes until our arranged time. I trust you all slept well?"
Rivel, btw, is a human sage in her mid to late 30's. She travels between her designated room in the inn you are at currently and a cottage on a far-off island of the Elemental Plane of Air. She is quite tall, almost elven in posture, and wears fine robes on top of a sturdy, thick and warm set of common clothes. A thin chain necklace encircles her neck, and on a point of the necklace is a thin metal ring with a yellow gem floating in the center. Her hair is cut short, and is rather fluffy, and dirty-blonde in colour. Other light hints of nobility frame Rivel, yet for a human noble, her accent seems so elven that you might imagine her with long, pointed ears.
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Holth takes a seat at the table and begins shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth with a fork. He nods to her question, having had a good sleep.
Denagon:
having already eatern from his own supply, Denagon waits until the time and quietly enters slipping into the room.
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Denagon:
Denagon enters Dressed in all black and already equipped for travel, a short sword and dagger visible as well as some leather and metal bits through his black robes, Denagon enters the room and quietly saddles up to a corner. "Hail and well met"
Holth jumps at the sudden voice and turns with surprise towards Denagon. "When did you get here?"
"Ah, Denagon? I believe we can now begin with the briefing..." Rivel spoons some scrambled egg into her mouth, wiping her mouth before continuing. "From here in Frotbridge, you will travel to Frotbix and then to Frotseal. I will get a friend of mine to travel with you between Frotbix and Frotseal so you can get access to the city library, where you can research the Demon Hogs, which are the group of orcs I have hired you four to, at the very least, move them from the area. Murder is optional, and preferred. Their camp is not far off of the outer wall of Frotseal, just outside of Waerlden Hold. Once you get rid of them, I can find you back here. How much will I pay you? 25 GP, and of course, a new employer to find future jobs from." She pauses occasionally to eat her breakfast. "Questions?"
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Denagon:
He smiles at Holth. "I've been here all along...." He frowns when he hears the name Frotseal, not want to go back there. "This seam like a lot of trouble for some orcs. There must be something more to them if we need research. Has anyone tried to remove them before us?"
Holth raises his finger to speak. "I hate to be rude, but I believe it is pronounced, frostbricks."
Roland looks up from his book surprised to see the table is full. "I'm sorry did you say we would get access to a library on our way to liberate a second library?"
Rivel sighs. "This second library is no ordinary 'second library'. It's an ancient one, made before all the great wars, it was there before Frottel was born! And now it has so much information that it would be oh so relevant for us to visit, that would be me and the Xyrmyar Storm. We believe that it was used in the first two great storms as a stronghold, and we've always wondered: 'For what?' Well, there may be some valuables on there that the Demon Hogs are taking. Waerlden Hold is no library. It is the key to this ancient dispute between Frots and Helks!" With that, she said, putting the remainder of her breakfast in her stomach. She seems content about how she just described Waerlden Hold. "Oh, and, Denagon, you are the first to attempt to clear them out. Take that as you will."
I'm just too goofy for this 😅