The next morning, you make your way to the Church of Orea, a modest building perched on a small hill in the quiet residential district of Rimet Falls. As you step into the nave, the scent of aged wood and candle wax fills the air. You notice others have already gathered, their weathered faces and well-worn weapons making it clear—they’re not here to worship. Like you, they’ve come to learn about the mysterious job offer
Written above the altar at the far end of the nave are the words:
"In warmth, abundance, and vitality, may we find our sanctuary.
Sairn the Hill elf had glanced at the notice from the tavern and paid it no mind at first. He wasn't at the tavern for that specifically. Instead, he was tracking a lead and only took up the notice more seriously once those leads came up dry. Even still, the next morning, he had a decision to make to either follow down one path or take a detour, hoping to maybe stumble into something more.
Walking into the church, he lets his Elven silver eyes cover the surroundings, seeing familiar faces... Faces from the tavern, that look stressed and anxious. Sairn mentally flexed his body around and slid into a near pew. By the group, but not engaging quite yet. He was curious about the offer.. All Elves were curious; However, if he didn't like what he heard, he would just leave.
A young man, a boy really, pushes open the chapel door with a soft wooden creak. He looks around at the people gathered, his almost amber eyes soft in contrast to the scar running down his left cheek. A rapier is held on his right hip in a black, open leather sheath, his right hand resting on the ornate silver snakes that serve as a hand guard. His clothes lack any flamboyancy and colour, a black cloak covering a dack grey tunic. Several pockets line his pants, and they all seem to have something in them—a pair of manacles hang from the back of his belt, along with two pairs of rope. On his left hip, a flask is visible, made from silver but scratched and well-used.
He walks quietly to the back of the pews and sits down, taking off his backpack, sipping from what is in his flask, waiting for something to happen requiring his response.
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Tool enters the church, dressed in hooded brown robes and wearing a large backpack nearly the same size as the short kenku. Several parchments stick out of the backpack, and those perceptive enough will also spot a small mouse poking out of it.
Tool walks toward the already gathered group. Seeing their well-worn weapons, Tool pulls out their spell book and conjures up a spark of lights with Prestidigitation to signify their skill with the arcane.
As others continue to fill up the church, Sairn's curiosity overtakes him. He's never seen a Kenku before, only in books. The creature is fascinating. He does however, recognize the mouse and that makes his nose turn up.. After the Kenku shows off their skill with magic, Sairn sighs and goes into his pouch, retrieving an Elf flute, bringing his lips to it, a soft melody as the party waits for the storm to begin.
Stardust on Stone looks over the church and those in it. He wonders for a moment if there is any food nearby . . . but does not see anything that looks tasty. He will take a seat not far from the others, enjoying the sparks of light and the flute. He does wish he had found some better fitting leather armor; too many of the studs are missing. As long as no one notices the engraving on the scimitar ("to Corby Willowrush, upon his retirement") he should be fine. Just try to look like you belong, he says to himself and brushes his whiskers back from his lips. Some of these folks had been at the tavern, he thinks. That means he's in the right place.
After about 10 minutes, you hear a door open, somewhere behind the altar. There is a dozen or so of you scattered around the nave, sitting in pews, a few standing off to the side, trying to blend in the shadows.
Onto the altar walks a man, talk and thin with an elegant robe. A small leather strap around his neck ends in a symbol, a yellow eye, transforming into a sun. Four steps behind him are a dragonborn, wearing a breast plate, a longsword at his hip, his scales a deep gold. Around its neck is a similar necklace.
He stops, pauses for a second as everyone goes silent.
“In warmth, abundance, and vitality, may we find our sanctuary” he whispers, head down.
He raises his head, and speaks again, this time his voice commanding…
“I am Father Armon. I have a simple, but important job that needs to be performed. The church will be sending a wagon, loaded with provisions, to the towns of Knott and Traksing. Your job is simple, protect this wagon and its cargo. This is brother Dorai” the priest says, motioning to the golden dragonborn at his side, “He will be leading the mission. On the road, you will take orders from him. He will pay you 5 gold when you reach Knott, and an additional 5 at Traksing, and I will give you each 30 more when you return back to Rimet Falls. That’s 40 gold for four days of work. We leave at first light tomorrow, any questions?”
A voice reaches out, probably startling a few people, "If you're asking for protection, that means you've been attacked before. I would like to know who, or what, is willing to attack a church cargo wagon." he ponders a moment then adds, "I will take this 40 gold, but If I have to fight, I would like more. Seems fair, right?" His voice is quiet, but he's quick to speak first.
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The Elf's ears peel back, not so much startled, he expected someone to speak up. We are being led by the nose, from a man that expects to be followed.. but the question that is asked isn't really important to him, but rather everyone's reaction to it... Sairn slips the flute back away and uncoils, stepping out of a shadow, slipping down his hood. "I'm not here for gold, in fact, I don't really care that much for this mission but the lad with the scar is right; We will be facing disreputable people. That I have no doubt, you have a dragonborn guard with you, what I want to know..." The elf's lips curl, his eyes glowing "What is in the wagon that is so valuable that you need multiple people to protect it?" Sairn steps back, putting up his hood, but his eyes watch the priest and Dragonborn.. He will go on this mission, he's already decided that, one of the few leads he got from the tavern was a rumor about Traksing but that doesn't mean anyone else needs to know.
"Yes," Starlight on Stone says. "What dangers have you encountered in the past?" He looks at the dragonborn. "Brother Dorai, how many successful trips have you made? What is a typical one like?"
As he says this, Starlight on Stone tries to recall seeing the symbol, a yellow eye transforming into a sun, that the two wear. He also ponders on the phrase they keep repeating. What, if anything, does he know about his employers' faith?
As he says this, Starlight on Stone tries to recall seeing the symbol, a yellow eye transforming into a sun, that the two wear. He also ponders on the phrase they keep repeating. What, if anything, does he know about his employers' faith?
Father Armon listens to the questions patiently, when there is silence again, he speaks.
“The route is well traveled, and generally safe. Occasionally, bandits or thieves will cause some trouble when they are desperate enough. Rarely, a beast or monster will wander out from the woods.”
He then turns towards the Human, the first to speak, and gives him a nod of agreement.
“If there is any fighting on this trip, the church will give you an extra 10 gp each upon your return. Now before I continue, I ask that if you are not interested in this work, you take your leave.”
A few individuals stand and exit the church, not interested in this job.
“As for the contents of this wagon, it contains standard provisions, food, cloth, tools, etc. that our churches in Knott and Traksing distribute. But, …” he hesitates, and glances around the room before continuing. “In the wagon for this trip, is the yearly allotment of coin for those churches. A chest full of coins, much of the church’s finances, are in this delivery. That is why we are taking on extra security, to ensure this journey is seamless. Do not worry, we have enough coin to pay you on your return.”
“Now if there is nothing else, those interested parties can meet here tomorrow morning and earn some coin.”
With that he bows, and leaves the way he came, the dragonborn following behind.
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The young man with the scar holds Father Armon's gaze as he tells people to take their leave. He gets up after they leave and exits the chapel a few seconds behind Father Armon and Brother Dorai. He follows behind them to see where they go.
Stealth if need be. 8
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The Elf slips away and uses his speed to keep up with the young lad with the scar, but on the opposite end. He doesn't trust the Priest or the Dragonborn but its more to make sure nothing happens to the lad. He crouches down behind a tree and uses his eyes to perceive
He watches the elf and the young man with the scar. He is not sure who to trust more, the cleric and his bodyguard or the two from the tavern. Since he plans to work for the church, he doesn't think he will follow them. Forty gold and a nice bonus if things get dicey. Instead, he thinks about buildings outside the church. Were any an inn? Actually, the pew isn't uncomfortable. Maybe he could sleep in the church.
But he tries to catch the kenku's eye or the eye of the woman from the tavern. They might know more about the town.
As you follow them Li Zhao, you brush up against a candle holder making a dull noise as it slides along the floor. The dragonborn turns around and looks at you. "It's been a long day, Father Armon needs to rest now. If you have any more questions, you can ask them in the morning."
And he shuts the door.
Behind him you see Armon sitting at a small desk, covered with papers, quills and books. He is rubbing his eyes and yawning. The room itself appears to be a small office, a few robes are hung on the walls.
Sairn, you notice that the young man is able to sneak up to the door that they went through and is then seen. The dragonborn says something to him and closes the door. Abrupt maybe, but in no means threatening.
Stardust on Stone, you don't recall much about this symbol, but it clearly seems tied to the Church of Orea, which has a reputation as good.
Anyone else who wants to roll religion, over 14 ...
Orea is a deity representing health, wealth and home. They are regard as good and mostly lawful or neutral. The Church often focuses on those who are poor or injured, but capable, helping them to get on their feet and then prosper. This usually starts by building homes and shelters, paid for by the church.
The next morning, you make your way to the Church of Orea, a modest building perched on a small hill in the quiet residential district of Rimet Falls. As you step into the nave, the scent of aged wood and candle wax fills the air. You notice others have already gathered, their weathered faces and well-worn weapons making it clear—they’re not here to worship. Like you, they’ve come to learn about the mysterious job offer
Written above the altar at the far end of the nave are the words:
"In warmth, abundance, and vitality, may we find our sanctuary.
Please introduce your characters!
Sairn the Hill elf had glanced at the notice from the tavern and paid it no mind at first. He wasn't at the tavern for that specifically. Instead, he was tracking a lead and only took up the notice more seriously once those leads came up dry. Even still, the next morning, he had a decision to make to either follow down one path or take a detour, hoping to maybe stumble into something more.
Walking into the church, he lets his Elven silver eyes cover the surroundings, seeing familiar faces... Faces from the tavern, that look stressed and anxious. Sairn mentally flexed his body around and slid into a near pew. By the group, but not engaging quite yet. He was curious about the offer.. All Elves were curious; However, if he didn't like what he heard, he would just leave.
Cremine saw the notice and walked over to it. She decided to accept the quest as long as she got paid
A young man, a boy really, pushes open the chapel door with a soft wooden creak. He looks around at the people gathered, his almost amber eyes soft in contrast to the scar running down his left cheek. A rapier is held on his right hip in a black, open leather sheath, his right hand resting on the ornate silver snakes that serve as a hand guard. His clothes lack any flamboyancy and colour, a black cloak covering a dack grey tunic. Several pockets line his pants, and they all seem to have something in them—a pair of manacles hang from the back of his belt, along with two pairs of rope. On his left hip, a flask is visible, made from silver but scratched and well-used.
He walks quietly to the back of the pews and sits down, taking off his backpack, sipping from what is in his flask, waiting for something to happen requiring his response.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
Tool enters the church, dressed in hooded brown robes and wearing a large backpack nearly the same size as the short kenku. Several parchments stick out of the backpack, and those perceptive enough will also spot a small mouse poking out of it.
Tool walks toward the already gathered group. Seeing their well-worn weapons, Tool pulls out their spell book and conjures up a spark of lights with Prestidigitation to signify their skill with the arcane.
Tool, the Kenku Wizard
As others continue to fill up the church, Sairn's curiosity overtakes him. He's never seen a Kenku before, only in books. The creature is fascinating. He does however, recognize the mouse and that makes his nose turn up.. After the Kenku shows off their skill with magic, Sairn sighs and goes into his pouch, retrieving an Elf flute, bringing his lips to it, a soft melody as the party waits for the storm to begin.
Stardust on Stone looks over the church and those in it. He wonders for a moment if there is any food nearby . . . but does not see anything that looks tasty. He will take a seat not far from the others, enjoying the sparks of light and the flute. He does wish he had found some better fitting leather armor; too many of the studs are missing. As long as no one notices the engraving on the scimitar ("to Corby Willowrush, upon his retirement") he should be fine. Just try to look like you belong, he says to himself and brushes his whiskers back from his lips. Some of these folks had been at the tavern, he thinks. That means he's in the right place.
Death on the Water and Baldur's Gate Bodyguard
After about 10 minutes, you hear a door open, somewhere behind the altar. There is a dozen or so of you scattered around the nave, sitting in pews, a few standing off to the side, trying to blend in the shadows.
Onto the altar walks a man, talk and thin with an elegant robe. A small leather strap around his neck ends in a symbol, a yellow eye, transforming into a sun. Four steps behind him are a dragonborn, wearing a breast plate, a longsword at his hip, his scales a deep gold. Around its neck is a similar necklace.
He stops, pauses for a second as everyone goes silent.
“In warmth, abundance, and vitality, may we find our sanctuary” he whispers, head down.
He raises his head, and speaks again, this time his voice commanding…
“I am Father Armon. I have a simple, but important job that needs to be performed. The church will be sending a wagon, loaded with provisions, to the towns of Knott and Traksing. Your job is simple, protect this wagon and its cargo. This is brother Dorai” the priest says, motioning to the golden dragonborn at his side, “He will be leading the mission. On the road, you will take orders from him. He will pay you 5 gold when you reach Knott, and an additional 5 at Traksing, and I will give you each 30 more when you return back to Rimet Falls. That’s 40 gold for four days of work. We leave at first light tomorrow, any questions?”
[You all know that Rimlet Falls has a population ~10k individuals, Knott is ~2k individuals, and Traksing is ~3k individuals.
Knott is 45 miles to the Northeast, a 2-day journey. From there, it is one day to Traksing, and from there, one day back to Rimlet Falls.]
A voice reaches out, probably startling a few people, "If you're asking for protection, that means you've been attacked before. I would like to know who, or what, is willing to attack a church cargo wagon." he ponders a moment then adds, "I will take this 40 gold, but If I have to fight, I would like more. Seems fair, right?" His voice is quiet, but he's quick to speak first.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
The Elf's ears peel back, not so much startled, he expected someone to speak up. We are being led by the nose, from a man that expects to be followed.. but the question that is asked isn't really important to him, but rather everyone's reaction to it... Sairn slips the flute back away and uncoils, stepping out of a shadow, slipping down his hood. "I'm not here for gold, in fact, I don't really care that much for this mission but the lad with the scar is right; We will be facing disreputable people. That I have no doubt, you have a dragonborn guard with you, what I want to know..." The elf's lips curl, his eyes glowing "What is in the wagon that is so valuable that you need multiple people to protect it?" Sairn steps back, putting up his hood, but his eyes watch the priest and Dragonborn.. He will go on this mission, he's already decided that, one of the few leads he got from the tavern was a rumor about Traksing but that doesn't mean anyone else needs to know.
Tool looks at the boy with awe. Those close to them can hear them quietly chirping, almost as if they're mimicking the boy's speech.
He's so young but bold! I like him!
Tool, the Kenku Wizard
"Yes," Starlight on Stone says. "What dangers have you encountered in the past?" He looks at the dragonborn. "Brother Dorai, how many successful trips have you made? What is a typical one like?"
As he says this, Starlight on Stone tries to recall seeing the symbol, a yellow eye transforming into a sun, that the two wear. He also ponders on the phrase they keep repeating. What, if anything, does he know about his employers' faith?
Death on the Water and Baldur's Gate Bodyguard
You can roll a religion check for this.
Father Armon listens to the questions patiently, when there is silence again, he speaks.
“The route is well traveled, and generally safe. Occasionally, bandits or thieves will cause some trouble when they are desperate enough. Rarely, a beast or monster will wander out from the woods.”
He then turns towards the Human, the first to speak, and gives him a nod of agreement.
“If there is any fighting on this trip, the church will give you an extra 10 gp each upon your return. Now before I continue, I ask that if you are not interested in this work, you take your leave.”
A few individuals stand and exit the church, not interested in this job.
“As for the contents of this wagon, it contains standard provisions, food, cloth, tools, etc. that our churches in Knott and Traksing distribute. But, …” he hesitates, and glances around the room before continuing. “In the wagon for this trip, is the yearly allotment of coin for those churches. A chest full of coins, much of the church’s finances, are in this delivery. That is why we are taking on extra security, to ensure this journey is seamless. Do not worry, we have enough coin to pay you on your return.”
“Now if there is nothing else, those interested parties can meet here tomorrow morning and earn some coin.”
With that he bows, and leaves the way he came, the dragonborn following behind.
The young man with the scar holds Father Armon's gaze as he tells people to take their leave. He gets up after they leave and exits the chapel a few seconds behind Father Armon and Brother Dorai. He follows behind them to see where they go.
Stealth if need be. 8
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
The Elf slips away and uses his speed to keep up with the young lad with the scar, but on the opposite end. He doesn't trust the Priest or the Dragonborn but its more to make sure nothing happens to the lad. He crouches down behind a tree and uses his eyes to perceive
Wisdom Perception check:
20
Stardust on Stone considers Religion: 8
He watches the elf and the young man with the scar. He is not sure who to trust more, the cleric and his bodyguard or the two from the tavern. Since he plans to work for the church, he doesn't think he will follow them. Forty gold and a nice bonus if things get dicey. Instead, he thinks about buildings outside the church. Were any an inn? Actually, the pew isn't uncomfortable. Maybe he could sleep in the church.
But he tries to catch the kenku's eye or the eye of the woman from the tavern. They might know more about the town.
Death on the Water and Baldur's Gate Bodyguard
As you follow them Li Zhao, you brush up against a candle holder making a dull noise as it slides along the floor. The dragonborn turns around and looks at you. "It's been a long day, Father Armon needs to rest now. If you have any more questions, you can ask them in the morning."
And he shuts the door.
Behind him you see Armon sitting at a small desk, covered with papers, quills and books. He is rubbing his eyes and yawning. The room itself appears to be a small office, a few robes are hung on the walls.
Sairn, you notice that the young man is able to sneak up to the door that they went through and is then seen. The dragonborn says something to him and closes the door. Abrupt maybe, but in no means threatening.
Stardust on Stone, you don't recall much about this symbol, but it clearly seems tied to the Church of Orea, which has a reputation as good.
Anyone else who wants to roll religion, over 14 ...
Orea is a deity representing health, wealth and home. They are regard as good and mostly lawful or neutral. The Church often focuses on those who are poor or injured, but capable, helping them to get on their feet and then prosper. This usually starts by building homes and shelters, paid for by the church.