Jex is not very talkative as they enter the treetop city, he sticks to the back of the group and to the casual observer he seems completely disinterested. The reality is different however, he makes mental notes of every turning, every hiding place and every dark corner, counting people and estimating the population, counting stores and estimating the wealth of the city as a result. He counts the guards they meet and the patrols they pass and the dress and habits of the people and their greetings. He passes on the mead, pouring his glass on the floor so as not to seem like he is not drinking. At Brundir's request he nods.
"I'll bring up the jewels. Perhaps we can sell them here. What else do you want me to bring?" Jex slurs his speech a little and as he wanders off he whistles an old song and wobbles as he walks.
Thurston leads most of the group off to The Silver Tower, the tall, spindly inn they stayed at during their last visit to Hyarantar.
"Evenin'," the barkeep greets them with a nod in the familiar local accent of the common folk in these parts.
The mood in the inn is quiet and sombre, but a young elven maid soon comes by with the two bottles Thurston ordered and, at least amongst the party, the mood is soon lightened.
After a little time has passed the barkeep comes by their table.
"Will ye'be wantin' rooms agin?"
Meanwhile, Bründir and Jex collect a number of items from the wagon and head to Dorothy's shop across the rope-bound walkways that crisscross the village. There is light inside the building, but the door is closed and locked. The elderly gnome may well have closed up for the night.
Bründir will knock politely on the shop's door to see if anyone is within. Bründir will not press for business so late in the day but will at least inquire as to what time to come when, as well as information regarding where to find a weaponsmith and possibly a mage in Hyarantar.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
His eyes glisten with an awareness Thurston has not noticed before.
Bründir and Jex hear a soft pattering from inside Dorothy's shop and then the scraping of bolts being drawn back on the other side of the door, before it opens a crack. Through the gap the little gnome's beady eyes can be seen peering out at them from around Jex's waist height. She carries a candle and is wearing her dressing gown and a pair of fluffy, purple slippers.
"Who's that this late in the evening?" She grumbles. She squints out at the pair and seems to recognise Bründir, drawing herself more upright and rubbing her eyes with a yawn.
"Ah. It's you again. Back already?"
Bründir's polite and respectful approach is well received by Dorothy and he gets the impression that for a fast, but particularly lucrative piece of business she might be prepared to talk now. Otherwise her shop opens in the morning an hour or so past dawn and she also describes the way to the shops of Damdor the armourer and Peldirion the wizard.
"Please, make sure that my friends had plenty of food and drinks. We've been terrible circumstances and they deserve a good supper, good drinks and a comfortable night's rest. And I am sure that you could provide such things! Let's make Freya proud of us, shall we?" he said smiling to him. Despite his good mood he is serious in his intentions. He is taking care of his friends.
As the group chat and enjoy themselves in The Silver Tower, Dorno's large, furry ears suddenly prick up. He can hear something high pitched and shrill in the distance. Like voices, shouting and screaming.
Thurston's enthusiasm, along with ample meed and probably a hot stew or something of the sort, leave Dorno's worries at rest for a bit. The firbolg is enjoying watching everyone at the Silver Tower and listening to any tales that are told when new trouble is heard. He is instantly snapped out of his temporary reprieve from worry and drops his mug onto the table, mead spreading quickly across its surface. The firbolg stands quickly and says "shiny thunder man, more trouble!" Dorno rushes outside, knocking over his chair and bumping his head along the way, to see what is happening.
The distant clamour outside is picking up, and soon Thurston and Val also hear it. Across the network of platforms and walkways Dorno sees elves running and fleeing, but from what?
Thurston is in the middle of a tale of how he and one hunting party followed a huge deer when Dorno raises and adress him.
"By Thor's beard!" exclaims the Norscan and he stands, grabbing his warhammer and making the chair he was sitting to fall to the floor with a sonorous clack, and all the drinks at the table are spilled. "What now my friend?!"
At the mention of a bath, Val's ears perk up as she takes a deep draught from mug of mead and she quickly indicates a hot bath sounded wonderful. "If you have one large enough for me that is..." She relishes the sweetness of the drink while they talk, enjoying the opportunity to let down her guard a little as she finds her tongue loosened a bit by the beverage. She feels a warmth to her cheeks when Dorno suddenly lurches to her feet and rushes off, muttering about trouble. She shares a look with Thurston briefly before her ears pick up the screaming. Without another word, Valaith snatches her nearby maul and joins Thurston as he's rushing out of the building. "I had hoped for a quiet night..."
Determined more than ever to keep others from harm, Dorno is in cougar form and dashing across the platforms and bridges of the elevated elven encampment before Thurston can make another reference to the God of Thunder.
(Dash action, or any for of running beyond that which might be allowed until he can see what is happening.)
Vark remains very quiet, even for him. He seems deep in thought, ostensibly trying to make sense of what just happened. As Jex and Bründir split off to visit the store, Vark tags along, mumbling something about the silver raven figurine. Upon learning there is a local wizard however, he doesn’t mention the item to the gnomish woman, instead deciding to make a trip to the mage in the morning.
Dorno leaps from platform to platform, sprinting across suspended walkways and climbing the bark of the enormous trees with his claws as he rushes towards the source of the commotion. Limited to the maze of bridges and staircases as they are, Thurston and Valaith have no hope of keeping up with the agile big cat.
Eventually, the druid pauses halfway up a tree overlooking the situation. Below, he can see elves and forest gnomes rushing away from a particular platform, in the middle of which appears to be an elven guard, judging by his armour. It's hard to tell, because he's not wearing all of it. It seems half removed with parts carelessly torn off and discarded. The elf is thrashing about like a man gone insane, grabbing at people and snarling like a wild beast. It seems he has already injured several.
Bründir gives a beaming smile to Dorothy in the night, "Ma'am, we've come back alive an' mostly together, but I think we've got too much to carry. We'll be back in th' morning, but I wanted to let ye know 'fore we dump such a load on yer doorstep."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Dorothy returns the smile, double happy at the prospect of business, and makes to turn in. It's at this point that the sound of distant screams begins to ring out amongst the trees. Dorothy and Jex hear it first, followed by Bründir and then Vark. The gnome tilts her head confused and then hastily says goodnight, closing and bolting her door.
Outside on the treetop platform, the blade of Bründir's longsword begins to softly glow light blue.
Valaith shouts over the screams. "Dorno, do not get too far ahead!" She brings herself up to her full height and bellows as loudly as she can, trying to use her size and height to part the crowds. "MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!"
Jex is not very talkative as they enter the treetop city, he sticks to the back of the group and to the casual observer he seems completely disinterested. The reality is different however, he makes mental notes of every turning, every hiding place and every dark corner, counting people and estimating the population, counting stores and estimating the wealth of the city as a result. He counts the guards they meet and the patrols they pass and the dress and habits of the people and their greetings. He passes on the mead, pouring his glass on the floor so as not to seem like he is not drinking. At Brundir's request he nods.
"I'll bring up the jewels. Perhaps we can sell them here. What else do you want me to bring?" Jex slurs his speech a little and as he wanders off he whistles an old song and wobbles as he walks.
"Come Dorno The Brave! " says Thurston "let's celebrate the dead with a feast worthy of Valhalla!"
He nods to the dwarf. "well will make sure that their food is not rotten while we wait for you!"
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Thurston leads most of the group off to The Silver Tower, the tall, spindly inn they stayed at during their last visit to Hyarantar.
"Evenin'," the barkeep greets them with a nod in the familiar local accent of the common folk in these parts.
The mood in the inn is quiet and sombre, but a young elven maid soon comes by with the two bottles Thurston ordered and, at least amongst the party, the mood is soon lightened.
After a little time has passed the barkeep comes by their table.
"Will ye'be wantin' rooms agin?"
Meanwhile, Bründir and Jex collect a number of items from the wagon and head to Dorothy's shop across the rope-bound walkways that crisscross the village. There is light inside the building, but the door is closed and locked. The elderly gnome may well have closed up for the night.
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"Yes please my good man.. err.. elf" says Thurston "That would be perfect. And a bath for me please. We must be presentable to meet the Lady"
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Bründir will knock politely on the shop's door to see if anyone is within. Bründir will not press for business so late in the day but will at least inquire as to what time to come when, as well as information regarding where to find a weaponsmith and possibly a mage in Hyarantar.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The old elf nods tiredly.
"...an'ow will ye'be payin'?"
His eyes glisten with an awareness Thurston has not noticed before.
Bründir and Jex hear a soft pattering from inside Dorothy's shop and then the scraping of bolts being drawn back on the other side of the door, before it opens a crack. Through the gap the little gnome's beady eyes can be seen peering out at them from around Jex's waist height. She carries a candle and is wearing her dressing gown and a pair of fluffy, purple slippers.
"Who's that this late in the evening?" She grumbles. She squints out at the pair and seems to recognise Bründir, drawing herself more upright and rubbing her eyes with a yawn.
"Ah. It's you again. Back already?"
Bründir's polite and respectful approach is well received by Dorothy and he gets the impression that for a fast, but particularly lucrative piece of business she might be prepared to talk now. Otherwise her shop opens in the morning an hour or so past dawn and she also describes the way to the shops of Damdor the armourer and Peldirion the wizard.
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Thurston gives the innkeeper 5 gold pieces.
"Does this cover our food and lodging? " he asks raising an eyebrow.
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The innkeeper quickly snatches the coins out of Thurston's hand with a broad smile that is all teeth.
"Fennith!" He calls across the room. "A bath for the Norscan!"
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Thurston nods satisfied and adds.
"Please, make sure that my friends had plenty of food and drinks. We've been terrible circumstances and they deserve a good supper, good drinks and a comfortable night's rest. And I am sure that you could provide such things! Let's make Freya proud of us, shall we?" he said smiling to him. Despite his good mood he is serious in his intentions. He is taking care of his friends.
PbP Character: A few ;)
As the group chat and enjoy themselves in The Silver Tower, Dorno's large, furry ears suddenly prick up. He can hear something high pitched and shrill in the distance. Like voices, shouting and screaming.
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The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Thurston's enthusiasm, along with ample meed and probably a hot stew or something of the sort, leave Dorno's worries at rest for a bit. The firbolg is enjoying watching everyone at the Silver Tower and listening to any tales that are told when new trouble is heard. He is instantly snapped out of his temporary reprieve from worry and drops his mug onto the table, mead spreading quickly across its surface. The firbolg stands quickly and says "shiny thunder man, more trouble!" Dorno rushes outside, knocking over his chair and bumping his head along the way, to see what is happening.
The distant clamour outside is picking up, and soon Thurston and Val also hear it. Across the network of platforms and walkways Dorno sees elves running and fleeing, but from what?
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Thurston is in the middle of a tale of how he and one hunting party followed a huge deer when Dorno raises and adress him.
"By Thor's beard!" exclaims the Norscan and he stands, grabbing his warhammer and making the chair he was sitting to fall to the floor with a sonorous clack, and all the drinks at the table are spilled. "What now my friend?!"
PbP Character: A few ;)
At the mention of a bath, Val's ears perk up as she takes a deep draught from mug of mead and she quickly indicates a hot bath sounded wonderful. "If you have one large enough for me that is..." She relishes the sweetness of the drink while they talk, enjoying the opportunity to let down her guard a little as she finds her tongue loosened a bit by the beverage. She feels a warmth to her cheeks when Dorno suddenly lurches to her feet and rushes off, muttering about trouble. She shares a look with Thurston briefly before her ears pick up the screaming. Without another word, Valaith snatches her nearby maul and joins Thurston as he's rushing out of the building. "I had hoped for a quiet night..."
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Determined more than ever to keep others from harm, Dorno is in cougar form and dashing across the platforms and bridges of the elevated elven encampment before Thurston can make another reference to the God of Thunder.
(Dash action, or any for of running beyond that which might be allowed until he can see what is happening.)
Vark remains very quiet, even for him. He seems deep in thought, ostensibly trying to make sense of what just happened. As Jex and Bründir split off to visit the store, Vark tags along, mumbling something about the silver raven figurine. Upon learning there is a local wizard however, he doesn’t mention the item to the gnomish woman, instead deciding to make a trip to the mage in the morning.
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Dorno leaps from platform to platform, sprinting across suspended walkways and climbing the bark of the enormous trees with his claws as he rushes towards the source of the commotion. Limited to the maze of bridges and staircases as they are, Thurston and Valaith have no hope of keeping up with the agile big cat.
Eventually, the druid pauses halfway up a tree overlooking the situation. Below, he can see elves and forest gnomes rushing away from a particular platform, in the middle of which appears to be an elven guard, judging by his armour. It's hard to tell, because he's not wearing all of it. It seems half removed with parts carelessly torn off and discarded. The elf is thrashing about like a man gone insane, grabbing at people and snarling like a wild beast. It seems he has already injured several.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Bründir gives a beaming smile to Dorothy in the night, "Ma'am, we've come back alive an' mostly together, but I think we've got too much to carry. We'll be back in th' morning, but I wanted to let ye know 'fore we dump such a load on yer doorstep."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Dorothy returns the smile, double happy at the prospect of business, and makes to turn in. It's at this point that the sound of distant screams begins to ring out amongst the trees. Dorothy and Jex hear it first, followed by Bründir and then Vark. The gnome tilts her head confused and then hastily says goodnight, closing and bolting her door.
Outside on the treetop platform, the blade of Bründir's longsword begins to softly glow light blue.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Valaith shouts over the screams. "Dorno, do not get too far ahead!" She brings herself up to her full height and bellows as loudly as she can, trying to use her size and height to part the crowds. "MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!"
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden