Bigark grunts an insult in Orcish as the Ice Wolf falls before him. Seeing that the skirmish is over, the orc sheathes his blade and turns to watch the wagon arrive. After being called a hero, Bigark raises his chin a little higher and grins. "Yes," he says in Common, "I is a big hero. I meet may-or now."
“What do we have here?” Looking at the wagon of people that pulls in. “Reinforcements? Be they friends or foe?” Flint questioned with warhammer and shield at the ready. Though he was quick to put them away when it was clear that the Captain at least knew one of them. “Aye. We didn’t all start together, but we’re together now.” Looking at the orc and kobold before taking the rest of gold promised for finishing the contract. “Thanks, Captain Duham. We’ll see you for the next one.” Turning to Marv, “Now what’s this about the mayor?”
Slag will thank captain for the money (so do I have 300 gold total or 600 gold now) as well as thank him for the opportunity to work with him before turning and giving flint a hardy pat on the shoulder. "hey ya hear that Flint! We are heroes! I wonder if that means that drinks will be on the house for us tonight?" Slag will say with a look of excitement on his steel face while running his large hand through his beard of interwoven chains. "so... much... beer..." he will whisper to himself, looking up towards the sky. A moment will pass and he will snap back to reality. Oh, hey kob.... I mean... Lizardfolk friend...(Slag will give Kaldun and oversized wink.) The offer to ride on my shoulder still stands if you get tired of walking. Slag will say to Kaldun with a smile on his face.
(300 more, it was 600 split between the both of you. Giving everyone a bit of time to rp an interact with each other before try dragging you along lol)
Boo's head snaps to Slag and Flint as they are given sacks of money. It sounded similar to the coin he had in his pocket, but louder. Oh, it must be shiny. Like the big one! A walking suit of armor! He's probably made of coin as well! Gorgal praise this day! Boo took out a single copper, walked to Slag and started to lightly scratch his armored feet. "This one is big. Big! Made of money and soot."
Kaldun, still energized form the adrenaline and the magic he felt flowing through him, shouted out a vulgar insult in his Draconic tongue as he watched the last of their foes fall to the ground. He then exhales and regains his composure, he nervously looks around to see if anyone recognized the language.
He turns to Slag and glares at him, he nearly spat out another curse at the offer to ride on his shoulder. He detested being treat like a child... but he didn't want to be treated like a monster either, and he supposed the former was preferable. His face softened and he lifted a hood from his cloak over his head, he muttered as he hopped up onto Slag's big shoulders, "Thank you."
OOC: Warforged are new to me personally, but how much would Kaldun know about them? Are they more common than Kobolds in Avamoore?"
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Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
OOC: I think we are semi rare in Eberron and even more rare everywhere else.... we cannot reproduce, it is illegal to make more of us, and we were mainly build to fight in a war so a lot of us died... me mah both be endangered species lol
(For this setting, , the process of making a Warforged is somewhat secretive. I developed an idea of how they are made before I looked deeper into the lore, if anyone want to hear it can tell in pm. As for being illegal, sort of a grey area to make more.
But for now you guys have a free day to post and rp, characters get to know each other, before I move plot along again. Expect post from me tomorrow between 8am-noon)
Slag will scoop up Kaldun and gently place him him on his shoulder. "There ya are buddy. I can hear you better now so we can have a proper conversation. It is bad enough for me having to bend over half the time to hear what my buddy Flint is trying to tell me." Flint will give Kaldun a quick smile before noticing someone was trying to scratch his finely crafted foot. His smile would immediately disappear. "Woah woah woah, what do ye think your doing lad" Taking a step back. "That foot was crafted by some of the finest forge clerics in all of Iron Side!.. Maybe even the world.... Not to mention the brass and silver inlay I added afterwards once I had become a forge cleric myself. It took around 200 hours but I think it was worth it don't you? The anger in his face would quickly disappear once he begins talking about his work in the forge. A moment later he would remember what caught his attention in the first place. "But seriously mate, you don't see me breaking the antlers off your little hat there so please don't try to scratch my craftsmanship... It is made of mostly steel by the way... although I understand why you would think it would be made of coin... My name is Slag, what is your name?
It talks! The suit actually talks! Gorgal praise this marvel! It's...so...amazing..."..." As Slag started to talk about his days in the forge, Boo was slowly slipping away into sleep. He almost collapsed over if it wasn't for the suit asking his name, to which his pep came back. "Boo is...Boo!" He declared, jumping up high enough to be eye level with the suit, then the kobold, then he fell on his back. He glances at Tallis then looks up at Slag, 'whispering' "Don't let Cutter fiend near you. Trade you in bits!"
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"Well," said Kaldun as he made himself more comfortable on Slag, "What do you think of these other ones, will they kill me for my dragons blood? I warn you that I cannot bear the humiliation of behaving as a child for long..."
Kaldun listens to the group as they speak to see if they seemed to him like the kinds of people who would bear irrational prejudice and hatred against the Kobolds. Insight18
Later, Kaldun will ask Slag and Flint "So, I you about myself when you threatened me. What about you. Do you... do you have a people? Are you from a great city or a small village?" He turns to look at Slag specifically. "And you, are there others like you that you know of, or you are alone in this world?"
Speaking to the others gathered, "Flint's the name, drinking's the game! Come from Iron Side with me pals Slag and Kaldun." Gesturing toward the Warforged and Kobold who are quickly making friends with the antlered Boo. "We just finished up what was supposed to be an easy delivery job and were planning on seein the festivities. Hope we did not miss those. Really hoping to get a drink or two in." Stroking at his beard as he contemplates the possibilities of making his own ale once there with his brewers supplies. "After meeting the mayor I guess..."
He'd turn to Kaldun, but the Kobold had to know about dwarves. If even a little bit and the great mountain Iron Side. The question had to be purely for Slag. "Aye, what do you mean you can not hear me?" Flint says in a huff before letting out a hardy chuckle.
Tallis hangs back from most of the greetings. When approached (I assume someone does at least), he responds in a terse way, "Tallis. That's about all you need for now. I'm not from around here, as you can tell. However I'm here to root out wicked predators wherever they hide."
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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
As you hold these conversations, everyone, expect Prospero who i assume is doing his own thing, is ushered through the town, back through the markets, through the center of town, heading south into the residential area. Most of the houses look rather plain, slightly worn down, supporting a modest life style. You are lead to the Mayor's Mansion. For those who come from bigger cities, to call this a mansion would be an overstatement, but it is the biggest house in the town. It is surrounded by an iron fence 10 feet high. Outside stands two city guards as a small group of people have gathered, news traveling fast about that has transpired with the sudden appearence of the fabled only thought to be urban legends, Ice Wolves.
On the interior of the fence stands a man, about average height average complexion, short brown beard with hints of grey showing through. The only thing that really makes him stand out is his clothes are pressed and a little cleaner than the citizens outside the fence. He addresses the crowd. "I know everyone has concerns over the attacks of the Ice Wolves, that is why I am holding an emergency Town Hall meeting tonight at 6pm. You all will have an open forum to voice your opinions and concerns there."
Marv walks towards the gate, the two guards open and allow him through, and goes to stop the rest of you but Marv gives them assurance that you're with him and they let you through as well. The crowd starts to dissipate. Mayor Timberman addresses Marv. "I hope you have brought good news, the town is on brink of panic. Ice Wolves, thought they wouldn't be brash enough to attack an Avamoore town." Marv turns pointing to the group. "The Ice Wolves have been taken care, thanks partly help from these tourist. There was a halfling fellow who tried putting out the Gaea tree as well, don't know where he ran off to though. I'll have my men run extra patrols so make sure there aren't any more Ice Wolves hiding in our town." Mayor Timberman points to Boo, slightly concerned. "What about him?" Marv turns and laughs. "The Wind Antler? That clan is mostly harmless, they come to trade very rarely, , but cause no trouble. This one did seem to have a disagreement with the elf, but after threat of jail time, they seemed to get over it. He did come in handy though in the fight at the temple". Timberman addressing the entire group. "Well if you come to the Town Hall tonight, I will assure you guys get the recognition you guys deserve. If you come across the halfling Marv mentioned bring him along too."
With that said, the Mayor returns to the inside of the mansion, and you guys are escorted back on the other side of the gate. Marv addresses the group one more time. "I hope I see you at the Town Hall meeting. Me I should get back to duty.." Marv heads off.
So its about between 10am and 11am. You guys have time to kill, if you guys want to do anything you are free to, if don't want to do anything and just skip to the Town Hall, we can, depends what you all want to do.
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Antlers... Why is everyone calling Boo antlers? It's the scars, isn't it? Well, Boo cannot do anything about that. The Gorgal would be upset. But, the Gorgal cannot deny Boo's hunger. He's been looking for one earlier this morning, but, since the mayor calls him a hero, maybe he'll get lucky. Boo will wander back into town, looking for a restaurant or tavern or...whatever, that serves meat.
(The festival would be happening 2 days from now, that is going be major topic of the Town Hall, later, so its a normal Friday morning. There are shops and markets stalls.)
Boo in your search of meat, you do find The Pumpkin Gourd Inn, with smells wafting out the open windows. You do also come across a vendor with cart of meat, some dried salted seasoned, and others he has fresh cuts . Next to him is a guy selling vegetables. Where does Boo choose.
Boo makes a B line to the vender selling meat. "Hunter!" He calls to him, fidgeting in his pockets to pull out the three copper and two gold, slamming them on the vender's counter. "How much does Boo get?!"
Prospero would be keeping to the shops and market area listening to peoples conversations. I assume he hears about the Town Hall meeting, and decides to attend, but first he'd like to slip in somewhere out of public view and go through his disguise kit. He's thinking his alter ego and his real identity might both be too conspicuous to attend the meeting, so he puts on several layers of clothing to make himself look a bit stockier. He also takes out an old wig that he swiped years ago and spends some time making into a passable beard. Wilamin Silverstring is dead now sadly but now here stands Rurik Battlehammer, dwarf shopkeeper.
**Let me know if you want me to roll anything for that**
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Bigark grunts an insult in Orcish as the Ice Wolf falls before him. Seeing that the skirmish is over, the orc sheathes his blade and turns to watch the wagon arrive. After being called a hero, Bigark raises his chin a little higher and grins. "Yes," he says in Common, "I is a big hero. I meet may-or now."
“What do we have here?” Looking at the wagon of people that pulls in. “Reinforcements? Be they friends or foe?” Flint questioned with warhammer and shield at the ready. Though he was quick to put them away when it was clear that the Captain at least knew one of them. “Aye. We didn’t all start together, but we’re together now.” Looking at the orc and kobold before taking the rest of gold promised for finishing the contract. “Thanks, Captain Duham. We’ll see you for the next one.” Turning to Marv, “Now what’s this about the mayor?”
(On phone)
Slag will thank captain for the money (so do I have 300 gold total or 600 gold now) as well as thank him for the opportunity to work with him before turning and giving flint a hardy pat on the shoulder. "hey ya hear that Flint! We are heroes! I wonder if that means that drinks will be on the house for us tonight?" Slag will say with a look of excitement on his steel face while running his large hand through his beard of interwoven chains. "so... much... beer..." he will whisper to himself, looking up towards the sky. A moment will pass and he will snap back to reality. Oh, hey kob.... I mean... Lizardfolk friend...(Slag will give Kaldun and oversized wink.) The offer to ride on my shoulder still stands if you get tired of walking. Slag will say to Kaldun with a smile on his face.
(300 more, it was 600 split between the both of you. Giving everyone a bit of time to rp an interact with each other before try dragging you along lol)
(I didn't remember if we were given 300 to start and another 300 when completed the job each or what it was lol. )
Boo's head snaps to Slag and Flint as they are given sacks of money. It sounded similar to the coin he had in his pocket, but louder. Oh, it must be shiny. Like the big one! A walking suit of armor! He's probably made of coin as well! Gorgal praise this day! Boo took out a single copper, walked to Slag and started to lightly scratch his armored feet. "This one is big. Big! Made of money and soot."
Kaldun, still energized form the adrenaline and the magic he felt flowing through him, shouted out a vulgar insult in his Draconic tongue as he watched the last of their foes fall to the ground. He then exhales and regains his composure, he nervously looks around to see if anyone recognized the language.
He turns to Slag and glares at him, he nearly spat out another curse at the offer to ride on his shoulder. He detested being treat like a child... but he didn't want to be treated like a monster either, and he supposed the former was preferable. His face softened and he lifted a hood from his cloak over his head, he muttered as he hopped up onto Slag's big shoulders, "Thank you."
OOC: Warforged are new to me personally, but how much would Kaldun know about them? Are they more common than Kobolds in Avamoore?"
Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
OOC: I think we are semi rare in Eberron and even more rare everywhere else.... we cannot reproduce, it is illegal to make more of us, and we were mainly build to fight in a war so a lot of us died... me mah both be endangered species lol
(For this setting, , the process of making a Warforged is somewhat secretive. I developed an idea of how they are made before I looked deeper into the lore, if anyone want to hear it can tell in pm. As for being illegal, sort of a grey area to make more.
But for now you guys have a free day to post and rp, characters get to know each other, before I move plot along again. Expect post from me tomorrow between 8am-noon)
(Yeah I wouldn't mind to hear more about it.)
Slag will scoop up Kaldun and gently place him him on his shoulder. "There ya are buddy. I can hear you better now so we can have a proper conversation. It is bad enough for me having to bend over half the time to hear what my buddy Flint is trying to tell me." Flint will give Kaldun a quick smile before noticing someone was trying to scratch his finely crafted foot. His smile would immediately disappear. "Woah woah woah, what do ye think your doing lad" Taking a step back. "That foot was crafted by some of the finest forge clerics in all of Iron Side!.. Maybe even the world.... Not to mention the brass and silver inlay I added afterwards once I had become a forge cleric myself. It took around 200 hours but I think it was worth it don't you? The anger in his face would quickly disappear once he begins talking about his work in the forge. A moment later he would remember what caught his attention in the first place. "But seriously mate, you don't see me breaking the antlers off your little hat there so please don't try to scratch my craftsmanship... It is made of mostly steel by the way... although I understand why you would think it would be made of coin... My name is Slag, what is your name?
It talks! The suit actually talks! Gorgal praise this marvel! It's...so...amazing..."..." As Slag started to talk about his days in the forge, Boo was slowly slipping away into sleep. He almost collapsed over if it wasn't for the suit asking his name, to which his pep came back. "Boo is...Boo!" He declared, jumping up high enough to be eye level with the suit, then the kobold, then he fell on his back. He glances at Tallis then looks up at Slag, 'whispering' "Don't let Cutter fiend near you. Trade you in bits!"
"Well," said Kaldun as he made himself more comfortable on Slag, "What do you think of these other ones, will they kill me for my dragons blood? I warn you that I cannot bear the humiliation of behaving as a child for long..."
Kaldun listens to the group as they speak to see if they seemed to him like the kinds of people who would bear irrational prejudice and hatred against the Kobolds. Insight 18
Later, Kaldun will ask Slag and Flint "So, I you about myself when you threatened me. What about you. Do you... do you have a people? Are you from a great city or a small village?" He turns to look at Slag specifically. "And you, are there others like you that you know of, or you are alone in this world?"
Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
Speaking to the others gathered, "Flint's the name, drinking's the game! Come from Iron Side with me pals Slag and Kaldun." Gesturing toward the Warforged and Kobold who are quickly making friends with the antlered Boo. "We just finished up what was supposed to be an easy delivery job and were planning on seein the festivities. Hope we did not miss those. Really hoping to get a drink or two in." Stroking at his beard as he contemplates the possibilities of making his own ale once there with his brewers supplies. "After meeting the mayor I guess..."
He'd turn to Kaldun, but the Kobold had to know about dwarves. If even a little bit and the great mountain Iron Side. The question had to be purely for Slag. "Aye, what do you mean you can not hear me?" Flint says in a huff before letting out a hardy chuckle.
Tallis hangs back from most of the greetings. When approached (I assume someone does at least), he responds in a terse way, "Tallis. That's about all you need for now. I'm not from around here, as you can tell. However I'm here to root out wicked predators wherever they hide."
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
As you hold these conversations, everyone, expect Prospero who i assume is doing his own thing, is ushered through the town, back through the markets, through the center of town, heading south into the residential area. Most of the houses look rather plain, slightly worn down, supporting a modest life style. You are lead to the Mayor's Mansion. For those who come from bigger cities, to call this a mansion would be an overstatement, but it is the biggest house in the town. It is surrounded by an iron fence 10 feet high. Outside stands two city guards as a small group of people have gathered, news traveling fast about that has transpired with the sudden appearence of the fabled only thought to be urban legends, Ice Wolves.
On the interior of the fence stands a man, about average height average complexion, short brown beard with hints of grey showing through. The only thing that really makes him stand out is his clothes are pressed and a little cleaner than the citizens outside the fence. He addresses the crowd. "I know everyone has concerns over the attacks of the Ice Wolves, that is why I am holding an emergency Town Hall meeting tonight at 6pm. You all will have an open forum to voice your opinions and concerns there."
Marv walks towards the gate, the two guards open and allow him through, and goes to stop the rest of you but Marv gives them assurance that you're with him and they let you through as well. The crowd starts to dissipate. Mayor Timberman addresses Marv. "I hope you have brought good news, the town is on brink of panic. Ice Wolves, thought they wouldn't be brash enough to attack an Avamoore town." Marv turns pointing to the group. "The Ice Wolves have been taken care, thanks partly help from these tourist. There was a halfling fellow who tried putting out the Gaea tree as well, don't know where he ran off to though. I'll have my men run extra patrols so make sure there aren't any more Ice Wolves hiding in our town." Mayor Timberman points to Boo, slightly concerned. "What about him?" Marv turns and laughs. "The Wind Antler? That clan is mostly harmless, they come to trade very rarely, , but cause no trouble. This one did seem to have a disagreement with the elf, but after threat of jail time, they seemed to get over it. He did come in handy though in the fight at the temple". Timberman addressing the entire group. "Well if you come to the Town Hall tonight, I will assure you guys get the recognition you guys deserve. If you come across the halfling Marv mentioned bring him along too."
With that said, the Mayor returns to the inside of the mansion, and you guys are escorted back on the other side of the gate. Marv addresses the group one more time. "I hope I see you at the Town Hall meeting. Me I should get back to duty.." Marv heads off.
So its about between 10am and 11am. You guys have time to kill, if you guys want to do anything you are free to, if don't want to do anything and just skip to the Town Hall, we can, depends what you all want to do.
(Is the festival going on? Slag would want to go shopping for stuff!)
Antlers... Why is everyone calling Boo antlers? It's the scars, isn't it? Well, Boo cannot do anything about that. The Gorgal would be upset. But, the Gorgal cannot deny Boo's hunger. He's been looking for one earlier this morning, but, since the mayor calls him a hero, maybe he'll get lucky. Boo will wander back into town, looking for a restaurant or tavern or...whatever, that serves meat.
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(The festival would be happening 2 days from now, that is going be major topic of the Town Hall, later, so its a normal Friday morning. There are shops and markets stalls.)
Boo in your search of meat, you do find The Pumpkin Gourd Inn, with smells wafting out the open windows. You do also come across a vendor with cart of meat, some dried salted seasoned, and others he has fresh cuts . Next to him is a guy selling vegetables. Where does Boo choose.
Boo makes a B line to the vender selling meat. "Hunter!" He calls to him, fidgeting in his pockets to pull out the three copper and two gold, slamming them on the vender's counter. "How much does Boo get?!"
Prospero would be keeping to the shops and market area listening to peoples conversations. I assume he hears about the Town Hall meeting, and decides to attend, but first he'd like to slip in somewhere out of public view and go through his disguise kit. He's thinking his alter ego and his real identity might both be too conspicuous to attend the meeting, so he puts on several layers of clothing to make himself look a bit stockier. He also takes out an old wig that he swiped years ago and spends some time making into a passable beard. Wilamin Silverstring is dead now sadly but now here stands Rurik Battlehammer, dwarf shopkeeper.
**Let me know if you want me to roll anything for that**