You've had a long rest and were wandering around the Mournland on your way to the warforged town when you come across this small campsite with 3 individuals. They have noticed you now and are on guard, watching you in the misty distance...
Despite her suspicions, Vanizi goes ahead and heads straight for where the three armored individuals are camped. As she nears, she calls out, "Hello fellow travelers! We hadn't thought to run into any one out here in the Mournlands! How are you this morning?"
The orc keeps her hand near her blade, but responds to Vanizi, "Hail wanderers. What brings you along this way? Not many survive the Mournlands by accident..."
"Oh hey! Hey you want a brownie! Hiya! We're lookin' for a stick! Have you seen it? It's a very special stick, does like a lot of magicky things I think. I'm Zylyne by the way! Here have a brownie." Zyl flutters closer and pulls out one of her brownies for them and holds it out.
The orc continues speaking for the group, declining the fairy brownie. "No thanks...learned a long time ago to politely decline any offers from the fae. I am Kalyth, and we are the Turquoise Spear, a small platoon of Cyran ex-soldiers. We're scouring the Mournland for relics - specifically anything that we can sell in markets outside the Mournland. Have you come across anything in your travels? Perhaps any small metal spheres, about 2 inches across, that are studded with dragonshards?"
Zyl's face looked a bit shocked but then muttered something about how that was probably fair and plopped down to eat her brownie anyway while the tall people talked.
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You've had a long rest and were wandering around the Mournland on your way to the warforged town when you come across this small campsite with 3 individuals. They have noticed you now and are on guard, watching you in the misty distance...
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Despite her suspicions, Vanizi goes ahead and heads straight for where the three armored individuals are camped. As she nears, she calls out, "Hello fellow travelers! We hadn't thought to run into any one out here in the Mournlands! How are you this morning?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
The orc keeps her hand near her blade, but responds to Vanizi, "Hail wanderers. What brings you along this way? Not many survive the Mournlands by accident..."
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
"Oh hey! Hey you want a brownie! Hiya! We're lookin' for a stick! Have you seen it? It's a very special stick, does like a lot of magicky things I think. I'm Zylyne by the way! Here have a brownie." Zyl flutters closer and pulls out one of her brownies for them and holds it out.
Davis raises an eye at Zyl, but doesn't add anything, waiting to see how they respond.
The orc continues speaking for the group, declining the fairy brownie. "No thanks...learned a long time ago to politely decline any offers from the fae. I am Kalyth, and we are the Turquoise Spear, a small platoon of Cyran ex-soldiers. We're scouring the Mournland for relics - specifically anything that we can sell in markets outside the Mournland. Have you come across anything in your travels? Perhaps any small metal spheres, about 2 inches across, that are studded with dragonshards?"
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Zyl's face looked a bit shocked but then muttered something about how that was probably fair and plopped down to eat her brownie anyway while the tall people talked.