Val smiles at Dorno's excitement, although there is a hint of competitive disappointment that her own accomplishments were overlooked. "Actually, Dorno, you did good. I didn't do much. And what was that light you made?! That was amazing! I've never seen you do anything like that!"
Valaith stares down at Brundir for a moment, trying to puzzle out his meaning before the realization sets in. "Oh! Well, I mean..." She screws up her face a little bit while trying to figure out what to say. "If that's what needs doin'. I feel like it should be us who swings the axe. It's our fault that this happened. Well, its that ***** dragonborn's fault really, but we brought the undead elf here. He bit the guard, then the guard attacked the others." She sighs heavily. "This is too much thinking. I'd much rather be drinking some more of that mead."
Dorno walks over to Vark, patting him on the head and then laying a large arm over the sorcerer's shoulders. "Do not be scared, magic wizard one. Friends will keep each other safe!"
Regarding Val's words, Dorno shrugs and is rather matter of fact. "Dorno keep elf people safe. Big lady keep Dorno safe. Friends keep us safe. Is a circle, like world Oak Father makes."
Regarding his spell he says. "I don't like people getting hurt. I worry about loud little man who is gone. Dorno gets scared, and mad, so Old Oak teaches more. I tell spirits they better help, and old friends, too. Maybe they can come help soon, but Dorno must learn the secret magics."
Nature deity references are all of Silvanus, aka the Oak Father, etc. etc.
A silver pseudodragon appears out of the night and alights upon Lelfaer's shoulder. It carries in its beak six thin golden tokens, each in the shape of a beech leaf. The Lady caresses the dragon's head affectionately and takes them, before handing one to Valaith, Dorno and each of the rest of the party.
"Carry these with you to show that you act in our name," she explains. "Our people will recognise them and listen to you."
Keltin steps forward and shakes those present warmly by the hand. His smile is effervescent, but the there is a seriousness behind his eyes.
"We must return to the great hall to see to our people, but again, thank you for your help. I am also keen to learn of what you discovered at the bandits' camp, but that must wait until morning. We have gifts for each of you. Both as signs of our gratitude and to help you in the future. If tonight is anything to go by, your work may be far from finished."
With that, both turn and head in the direction of the hall, upon which various members of their court hurry to their side, relaying information and seeking instructions.
Valaith watches the Lord and Lady in awe as she gratefully takes the golden token with a large smile. She presents an awkward bow (not quite knowing if that's the appropriate custom for this situation) as she nods. She watches the scene with a keen eye, taking note the movement of the guards as they begin to round up the people. She pauses as if deciding whether it would be acceptable for her to approach the Lord and Lady once more, but she cannot help to recall her words to Brundir just a few moments before. "M'lady, M'Lord if I may?" She takes a few steps towards them, but stops short to ensure her approach is not viewed as hostile. "Is this something that we can help with? I feel like part of this is our fault."
Lelfaer seems to be quite occupied, but she briefly lays a hand on Keltin's arm and he turns back to speak with Valaith.
"My dear... it was Valaith, wasn't it? Am I pronouncing that right?" He feigns uncertainty, but Val think he knows exactly who she is. His pronunciation is flawless.
"That token," he continues, gesturing to the golden leaf, "grants you the authority to act in our name. We would gladly accept your aid. Help where you believe you best can. We will speak further very soon, I assure you. Now please, excuse me."
He turns and marches to catch up with his wife and counsellors, his cloak billowing out behind him in the night time breeze.
Jex falls silent, deep in thought. I slinks off quietly towards the hall. Still unsure as to whether or not he will enter. He blends in with the crowd and finds a place to quietly watch unnoticed, preferably through an upstairs window.
Dorno cups his hands and accepts the golden leaf into his large palms. His eyes are wide and his mouth open as he gazes at their prize. He looks up at the lady and whispers "Dorno will do his best, nice Lady. We keep elf friends and all friends safe." He looks back at his friends once again and then at the leaf with a wide smile and wiggling ears.
As the groups heads to the great hall Dorno waves excitedly at every elf he sees.
"T-thank you... I uh..." Vark's words stammer off, seemingly overwhelmed by the acknowledgement. As they walk away, the sorcerer turns to his friends. "Uhm... a-are we going in there? I... don't really know that I'd be much help."
He then steps forward and calls the Lady and the Lord
"M'lady M'lord Perhaps I could help if someone has been inflicted by the same illness. And let me add that we do not desire to bring any harm to you or your people, we only wanted to take back to you your fallen friend. For not beign able to save him. I apologize. "
After they respond he will use his divine senses to check if anyone is tainted or if they try to get away. He will save one use to activate it once the people are gathered in the Great Hall.
The whole situation seemed off. No one raises a panic over the undead entering a city, witnesses the spreading of a contagion, then quells it almost immediately like this.
However none of these thoughts were on Bründir's mind. After receiving his emblem of authority and stashing it into a pocket, he wandered blindly with the others, staring at the blade of his sword the whole way.
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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
Thurston receives much the same answer as Valaith - that his help is appreciated and to do what he can, where he thinks he can do it.
For the most part, the Lord and Lady seem not to be blaming those who returned with Irithiel, as indeed they themselves had requested. However, as the party moves amongst the village they do now and again notice a dirty look from one of the elves.
Being a half-elf, Jex blends with the crowd easily enough. He slips away finds himself a perch on the edge of a higher walkway near the hall, where he can overlook the surrounding area.
The great hall is familiar, though still impressive, to those who enter. The twisted, pale-wood boughs falling in graceful arches to produce an effect that is both nature and architecture at the same time. The long banquet table that once ran its length has been pushed to the side and two groups of elves sit huddled in the middle of the room, each surrounded by its own circle of guards.
At the top of the room, Keltin sits on his throne. The wood elf is still in his shining full plate with his chin resting thoughtfully in one hand, the elbow propped up on the arm rest. Lelfaer is stood to one side, deep in conversation with a tall, robed high elf and a shorter, dark-haired wood elf.
Dorno enters the hall and says to a random guard "that's the Lady." "She's my friend." He smiles, looking up at Lady Lelfaer and then holding up his new golden leaf.
He asks, to know one in particular, "are people sick? Can Dorno help?"
Bründir stalks around the room, trying to look inconspicuous. He mumbles to himself, trying not to be heard too much, "A'right. Ye seem t'get excited when more o' them monsters show up." Trying to feign hanging his thumbs from his belt, Bründir pushes on the crossguard of his sword just enough for metal to show. "If ye're one o' these types with a personality, now's a good time t' show it too."
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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 dwarf shuffles quickly - in an attempt to remain subtle - o the others, "Look!" He hisses, "The thing's glowin' ike it did when that stir-crazy shit started attacking everyone before! 'Cept it's more like it was when I was far off."
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
“Oh! D-does that mean there’s another one?” Vark thinks for a moment. “Maybe… maybe you can use it to see if any of these people are… tainted. If- If you get close to them and it glows brighter I mean.”
"Worth a try, I 'spose. Dorno and Thurston, can ye stay close in case they decide to get a bit bitey? Vark, Val, and Jex (if Jex is with us, otherwise ignore) might be able to distract th' others."
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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
Val smiles at Dorno's excitement, although there is a hint of competitive disappointment that her own accomplishments were overlooked. "Actually, Dorno, you did good. I didn't do much. And what was that light you made?! That was amazing! I've never seen you do anything like that!"
Valaith stares down at Brundir for a moment, trying to puzzle out his meaning before the realization sets in. "Oh! Well, I mean..." She screws up her face a little bit while trying to figure out what to say. "If that's what needs doin'. I feel like it should be us who swings the axe. It's our fault that this happened. Well, its that ***** dragonborn's fault really, but we brought the undead elf here. He bit the guard, then the guard attacked the others." She sighs heavily. "This is too much thinking. I'd much rather be drinking some more of that mead."
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Dorno walks over to Vark, patting him on the head and then laying a large arm over the sorcerer's shoulders. "Do not be scared, magic wizard one. Friends will keep each other safe!"
Regarding Val's words, Dorno shrugs and is rather matter of fact. "Dorno keep elf people safe. Big lady keep Dorno safe. Friends keep us safe. Is a circle, like world Oak Father makes."
Regarding his spell he says. "I don't like people getting hurt. I worry about loud little man who is gone. Dorno gets scared, and mad, so Old Oak teaches more. I tell spirits they better help, and old friends, too. Maybe they can come help soon, but Dorno must learn the secret magics."
Nature deity references are all of Silvanus, aka the Oak Father, etc. etc.
https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Silvanus
At first Vark seems to almost flinch at the physical contact, but after a moment he leans into the druid, comforted by the reassurance.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
A silver pseudodragon appears out of the night and alights upon Lelfaer's shoulder. It carries in its beak six thin golden tokens, each in the shape of a beech leaf. The Lady caresses the dragon's head affectionately and takes them, before handing one to Valaith, Dorno and each of the rest of the party.
"Carry these with you to show that you act in our name," she explains. "Our people will recognise them and listen to you."
Keltin steps forward and shakes those present warmly by the hand. His smile is effervescent, but the there is a seriousness behind his eyes.
"We must return to the great hall to see to our people, but again, thank you for your help. I am also keen to learn of what you discovered at the bandits' camp, but that must wait until morning. We have gifts for each of you. Both as signs of our gratitude and to help you in the future. If tonight is anything to go by, your work may be far from finished."
With that, both turn and head in the direction of the hall, upon which various members of their court hurry to their side, relaying information and seeking instructions.
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 watches the Lord and Lady in awe as she gratefully takes the golden token with a large smile. She presents an awkward bow (not quite knowing if that's the appropriate custom for this situation) as she nods. She watches the scene with a keen eye, taking note the movement of the guards as they begin to round up the people. She pauses as if deciding whether it would be acceptable for her to approach the Lord and Lady once more, but she cannot help to recall her words to Brundir just a few moments before. "M'lady, M'Lord if I may?" She takes a few steps towards them, but stops short to ensure her approach is not viewed as hostile. "Is this something that we can help with? I feel like part of this is our fault."
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Lelfaer seems to be quite occupied, but she briefly lays a hand on Keltin's arm and he turns back to speak with Valaith.
"My dear... it was Valaith, wasn't it? Am I pronouncing that right?" He feigns uncertainty, but Val think he knows exactly who she is. His pronunciation is flawless.
"That token," he continues, gesturing to the golden leaf, "grants you the authority to act in our name. We would gladly accept your aid. Help where you believe you best can. We will speak further very soon, I assure you. Now please, excuse me."
He turns and marches to catch up with his wife and counsellors, his cloak billowing out behind him in the night time breeze.
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
Jex falls silent, deep in thought. I slinks off quietly towards the hall. Still unsure as to whether or not he will enter. He blends in with the crowd and finds a place to quietly watch unnoticed, preferably through an upstairs window.
Dorno cups his hands and accepts the golden leaf into his large palms. His eyes are wide and his mouth open as he gazes at their prize. He looks up at the lady and whispers "Dorno will do his best, nice Lady. We keep elf friends and all friends safe." He looks back at his friends once again and then at the leaf with a wide smile and wiggling ears.
As the groups heads to the great hall Dorno waves excitedly at every elf he sees.
"T-thank you... I uh..." Vark's words stammer off, seemingly overwhelmed by the acknowledgement. As they walk away, the sorcerer turns to his friends. "Uhm... a-are we going in there? I... don't really know that I'd be much help."
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Thurston palms the firbolg in the shoulder
"You certanly did well my friend. "
He then steps forward and calls the Lady and the Lord
"M'lady M'lord Perhaps I could help if someone has been inflicted by the same illness. And let me add that we do not desire to bring any harm to you or your people, we only wanted to take back to you your fallen friend. For not beign able to save him. I apologize. "
After they respond he will use his divine senses to check if anyone is tainted or if they try to get away. He will save one use to activate it once the people are gathered in the Great Hall.
PbP Character: A few ;)
The whole situation seemed off. No one raises a panic over the undead entering a city, witnesses the spreading of a contagion, then quells it almost immediately like this.
However none of these thoughts were on Bründir's mind. After receiving his emblem of authority and stashing it into a pocket, he wandered blindly with the others, staring at the blade of his sword the whole way.
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
Thurston receives much the same answer as Valaith - that his help is appreciated and to do what he can, where he thinks he can do it.
For the most part, the Lord and Lady seem not to be blaming those who returned with Irithiel, as indeed they themselves had requested. However, as the party moves amongst the village they do now and again notice a dirty look from one of the elves.
Being a half-elf, Jex blends with the crowd easily enough. He slips away finds himself a perch on the edge of a higher walkway near the hall, where he can overlook the surrounding area.
The great hall is familiar, though still impressive, to those who enter. The twisted, pale-wood boughs falling in graceful arches to produce an effect that is both nature and architecture at the same time. The long banquet table that once ran its length has been pushed to the side and two groups of elves sit huddled in the middle of the room, each surrounded by its own circle of guards.
At the top of the room, Keltin sits on his throne. The wood elf is still in his shining full plate with his chin resting thoughtfully in one hand, the elbow propped up on the arm rest. Lelfaer is stood to one side, deep in conversation with a tall, robed high elf and a shorter, dark-haired wood elf.
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
Dorno enters the hall and says to a random guard "that's the Lady." "She's my friend." He smiles, looking up at Lady Lelfaer and then holding up his new golden leaf.
He asks, to know one in particular, "are people sick? Can Dorno help?"
Bründir stalks around the room, trying to look inconspicuous. He mumbles to himself, trying not to be heard too much, "A'right. Ye seem t'get excited when more o' them monsters show up." Trying to feign hanging his thumbs from his belt, Bründir pushes on the crossguard of his sword just enough for metal to show. "If ye're one o' these types with a personality, now's a good time t' show it too."
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
Bründir's blade does indeed begin to softly glow light blue, but much dimmer than it did before on the bridge.
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
The dwarf shuffles quickly - in an attempt to remain subtle - o the others, "Look!" He hisses, "The thing's glowin' ike it did when that stir-crazy shit started attacking everyone before! 'Cept it's more like it was when I was far off."
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
“Oh! D-does that mean there’s another one?” Vark thinks for a moment. “Maybe… maybe you can use it to see if any of these people are… tainted. If- If you get close to them and it glows brighter I mean.”
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
"Worth a try, I 'spose. Dorno and Thurston, can ye stay close in case they decide to get a bit bitey? Vark, Val, and Jex (if Jex is with us, otherwise ignore) might be able to distract th' others."
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
"Little funny talker talks to his sword now?" Dorno shrugs. "Ok, friends stay close, funny man." At that Dorno gets awkwardly close to Brundir.
Thurston calls for Thor's favor to grant him the ability to discern if there are more of this undead infected creatures or fiendish influence around.
PbP Character: A few ;)