Wes's Hell/Heaven

((Hello, my group, and welcome! You should be one of the following, otherwise this isn't the right thread and you have to wait for Bananer to make his:
Whiskers
Link
Adam
Sturgeon
Dry))

Around a week ago, each of you received the following message, encased in a gold-filigree envelope that bore the smell of incoming coin----

Well met, adventurer: 

I am reaching out to you over a matter of great import, so I firstly wish for your utmost discretion on this matter. It has come to my attention and the attention of my family that you are a person of remarkable qualities that primarily assist in the process of investigation, as well as combat. We now have need of those skills. 

The matter that requires me to reach out as such is this: recently, in a sequence of events in Harrog-parish, several people have disappeared, including a member of our renowned Jhat house. Although we have begun primary investigations into this matter, anyone who has begun to investigate has disappeared as well. 

We ask you firstly to find the member of our house, as well as the others who have been lost, and discover who is causing these disappearances and prevent them from terrorizing our town. 

Thank you, 
Armund Jhat 
Baron of Harrog-parish

Enclosed with the letter was a date to meet.

Although at first, you were wary to upturn the lives you had so carefully constructed by delving back into the world of intrigue and adventure, you felt a calling---something you can't quite explain to anyone else. You were impulsed to go and discover what had happened, no matter the danger. You made your way here without many problems within a week, and the meeting date draws ever closer

So, you have ended up in Harrog-town's only inn, the Bread & Butter, having this terrible dream at night:

The battlefield is in tumult. Hordes upon hordes of soldiers ebb and cascade upon each other time and time again like turbid waters as the gloam threatens to whisk away your senses and your life with the same. The loud echoes of war cries----and the cries of fallen men and women----define the field; light has chosen to not make its appearance. The stony ruins of a castle loom over the scene, dominating in their decrepit grandeur----but whatever lurks within is not grand at all. 

You cannot see it, but it will devour. It hungers, it yawns, it wakes from its slumber, and it prepares its final dominion. 

And then you wake, hacking and wide-eyed, heart thudding through your ribs. It's not real, you remind yourself, but it takes ages to calm the rush of emotion that came with the dream. 

Now, introduce yourself: Where are you? Who are you? And, most importantly, why did the Jhat family, the ruling caste of the Harrog parish, call for your assistance in a task that required your immediate attention? 

*wait how doeth i introduce thyself?*

*Ooh! Also good question.*

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((Hello, my group, and welcome! You should be one of the following, otherwise this isn't the right thread and you have to wait for Bananer to make his:
Whiskers
Link
Adam
Sturgeon
Dry))

Around a week ago, each of you received the following message, encased in a gold-filigree envelope that bore the smell of incoming coin----

Well met, adventurer: 

I am reaching out to you over a matter of great import, so I firstly wish for your utmost discretion on this matter. It has come to my attention and the attention of my family that you are a person of remarkable qualities that primarily assist in the process of investigation, as well as combat. We now have need of those skills. 

The matter that requires me to reach out as such is this: recently, in a sequence of events in Harrog-parish, several people have disappeared, including a member of our renowned Jhat house. Although we have begun primary investigations into this matter, anyone who has begun to investigate has disappeared as well. 

We ask you firstly to find the member of our house, as well as the others who have been lost, and discover who is causing these disappearances and prevent them from terrorizing our town. 

Thank you, 
Armund Jhat 
Baron of Harrog-parish

 

Enclosed with the letter was a date to meet.

Although at first, you were wary to upturn the lives you had so carefully constructed by delving back into the world of intrigue and adventure, you felt a calling---something you can't quite explain to anyone else. You were impulsed to go and discover what had happened, no matter the danger. You made your way here without many problems within a week, and the meeting date draws ever closer

So, you have ended up in Harrog-town's only inn, the Bread & Butter, having this terrible dream at night:

The battlefield is in tumult. Hordes upon hordes of soldiers ebb and cascade upon each other time and time again like turbid waters as the gloam threatens to whisk away your senses and your life with the same. The loud echoes of war cries----and the cries of fallen men and women----define the field; light has chosen to not make its appearance. The stony ruins of a castle loom over the scene, dominating in their decrepit grandeur----but whatever lurks within is not grand at all. 

You cannot see it, but it will devour. It hungers, it yawns, it wakes from its slumber, and it prepares its final dominion. 

And then you wake, hacking and wide-eyed, heart thudding through your ribs. It's not real, you remind yourself, but it takes ages to calm the rush of emotion that came with the dream. 

Now, introduce yourself: Where are you? Who are you? And, most importantly, why did the Jhat family, the ruling caste of the Harrog parish, call for your assistance in a task that required your immediate attention? 

 *feels like a dumb question, but did you somehow change the letter for each person???*

Zunrus looks around

I’ll just post what my characters should know about me now:

A) I am a proud noble and hero of the Sandweaver clan of Brass Dragons/Dragonborn

B) My patron is Elowen, a benevolent ancient brass dragon who I studied magic under

C) I may or may not…uhhhh…feel amorous relations toward Elowen?

D) This quest could prove me worthy in her eyes! If I survive. Which I hopefully do.

Sitting in the common area of the tavern is a girl who looks just a bit too small for the heavy plate armor she wears. Her brown hair falls in a braid over her shoulder as she scans the area with big brown eyes.

Her name is Penelope, but everyone just calls her Peanut. She tentatively sips from the tankard of ale in front of her... and barely manages to avoid spitting out the foul liquid. Slowly, she forces herself to swallow it and gives the inn's serving girl a weak smile.

"Ummm... thanks," Peanut says, gently pushing the mug of ale to the side. "But... do you maybe have some cold water?"

Peanut sighs and settles back a bit into her booth, almost retreating into her slightly-oversized armor as she waits for a beverage a bit more to her tastes.  She still can't believe that she's here. It was barely two months ago that she went up that mountain to try to appease a dragon. Now she's known far and wide as "Peanut the Dragon Slayer," all because that damn lizard had an allergy! Now everyone thinks she, an absolute nobody, is a legendary hero!

Give yourself more credit, girl, a voice whispers in Peanut's ear. It takes the courage of ten men to confront a dragon alone. Give it time, you will earn that reputation for legendary heroism.

"Sorry, Lady Althea," Peanut whispers to the disembodied spirit of her armor's previous wearer. "I... I ain't aiming to disappoint you."

You guys see a young woman is sitting in the corner of the bar. She has black hair, green eyes, and pale skin. She's wearing studded leather armour atop practical combat clothes, with a rapier and dagger at her belt. She's playing the flute, a slow, haunting melody, with an untouched glass of wine on the table. She has a silver necklace with a small pendant on the end, and a small pouch at her side. 

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Sitting in the common area of the tavern is a girl who looks just a bit too small for the heavy plate armor she wears. Her brown hair falls in a braid over her shoulder as she scans the area with big brown eyes.

Her name is Penelope, but everyone just calls her Peanut. She tentatively sips from the tankard of ale in front of her... and barely manages to avoid spitting out the foul liquid. Slowly, she forces herself to swallow it and gives the inn's serving girl a weak smile.

"Ummm... thanks," Peanut says, gently pushing the mug of ale to the side. "But... do you maybe have some cold water?"

Peanut sighs and settles back a bit into her booth, almost retreating into her slightly-oversized armor as she waits for a beverage a bit more to her tastes.  She still can't believe that she's here. It was barely two months ago that she went up that mountain to try to appease a dragon. Now she's known far and wide as "Peanut the Dragon Slayer," all because that damn lizard had an allergy! Now everyone thinks she, an absolute nobody, is a legendary hero!

Give yourself more credit, girl, a voice whispers in Peanut's ear. It takes the courage of ten men to confront a dragon alone. Give it time, you will earn that reputation for legendary heroism.

"Sorry, Lady Althea," Peanut whispers to the disembodied spirit of her armor's previous wearer. "I... I ain't aiming to disappoint you."

 *Uh sorry, Can you not use AI?* 

You see a short, grey-skinned woman wearing a long cloak that reaches down to her feet, sewn-in straps near the opening at the head, legs, and torso. She has long black hair with choppy bangs and hazel eyes. She wears big laced green boots.

She enters the bar by shoving the door open with force and walks to the bar line, and says, "I had a real rough day today, can I get a quick littl' pint? Well, not little. Y'know what, what's the name of the large here?"

She moves to a booth.
Zunrus looks to the person in person around 1 booth away from her, "How 'bout you? how 'twas your day?" She leans in, using the bar table as a support.

*Wait, is that me?*

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*Wait, is that me?*

 *wdym, you mean your character? Yes :D*

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*Wait, is that me?*

 *wdym, you mean your character? Yes :D*

 *Alr.*

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You see a short, grey-skinned woman wearing a long cloak that reaches down to her feet, sewn-in straps near the opening at the head, legs, and torso. She has long black hair with choppy bangs and hazel eyes. She wears big laced green boots.

She enters the bar by shoving the door open with force and walks to the bar line, and says, "I had a real rough day today, can I get a quick littl' pint? Well, not little. Y'know what, what's the name of the large here?"

She moves to a booth.
Zunrus looks to the person in person around 1 booth away from her, "How 'bout you? how 'twas your day?" She leans in, using the bar table as a support.

 The woman finishes her song and puts her flute down. “It was alright.” She speaks with a clipped; almost implacable accent, like a mix between Irish and Korean.