Bazavur standing with his arms crossed over his chest listening to the previous conversation, casts a glance over at Jalt. Nods in affirmation. “Seems as good an idea as any.” (Not like the good dragons would want to summon an evil dragon god, he thinks to himself)
Soar, Bazavur and Tobin: You have now spent three days in discussions with the metallic dragons, learning their perspectives on the war with the Cult of the Dragon and the possibility of an upcoming confrontation with Tiamat herself, should the cult succeed in its ambitions. It's clear that the dragons consider Tiamat a threat and an enemy, less clear that they see her return as likely any time soon, and far less clear that they view humans, elves or the Council of Waterdeep as potential allies. In the beginning you make progress convincing them; as time passes, discussions - or negotiations might be a better term - grind to a halt. Finally, Jalt decides to take the lead, and announces that he will remain behind to continue the talks, confident that with the guidance of his god Bahamut, an agreement can be reached and an alliance forged. Titus decides to remain with him, as a protector and someone to support him in what may be very tiring and demanding conversations.
Soar, Bazavur and Tabin retire to a cave to spend the night. The great silver dragon Otaaryliakkarnos has said that she will fly you back to Waterdeep, or any other location within reason, but needs to attend to the negotiations and her own surveillance of the Cult of the Dragon. She cannot promise when she will have the time to do so, though you are of course free to leave under your own auspices whenever you wish. She will meet with you tomorrow, or so she hopes, and you go to sleep uncertain of what the next few days will bring.
Morning comes, and a gnomish servant comes to your small camp within the cave. Jalt and Titus sit over to one side of the camp, already deep in discussion about how they will approach the day's work.
"The Silver Lady asks that you meet her outside, some way down the mountainside", the gnome says, her manner polite. "I think there are some more visitors, and she is meeting with them now."
You have travelled many days, and faced many adventures to add to your already considerable list of accomplishments. But you have not been easily distracted, and now find yourselves climbing what you believe to be the mountain in the Greypeaks where the great Council of Dragons has met in the past, and you hope where it can be found now. It's a climb that will take more than a day, perhaps several, but you are well prepared. The sun sets on the first day, and you make camp and rest before continuing on the second day.
Only an hour into your climbing, you see a tall human woman wearing a long grey woollen dress and grey cloak. She walks down the mountain trail and stops about twenty feet ahead of you. "Greetings, travellers. I am Elia, and this place is under my protection. May I ask your business here?" Her manner is formal, polite, not unfriendly, but cautious.
Varan takes a step forward in front of Aiwin, "Mornin' Ma'am, I'm Varan and this is my frien' Aiwin." He gestures to Aiwin, "We were told that this was the mountain range where the Council of Metallic Dragons could be foun'. We were sent by the High Forest Elder Council as emissaries to learn about a group callin' themselves the Cult of the Dragon. We have no ill intention' in this area. Perhaps, as a protector, you could point us in the direction of the dragon council?"
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Aiwin just nods at his companions' words to the woman, letting Varan take the lead on this conversation since he seemed so eager. His head remaining on a cautionary swivel surveying the surroundings and wondering if anything might be around them that could pose a danger.
“Of course,” replies Tobin, bowing to the messenger. Bidding goodbye and good fortune in the negotiations to Jalt and Titus, Tobin finishes up his morning preparations and heads down to meet the silver lady.
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Aiwin, make a Perception check as you look around the area.
Varan, Elia raises an eyebrow. "Emissaries from the High Forest? But then I suppose the Cult has left few settlements undisturbed; why would you be any different? Well, you are in good company, and have come at a good time. Perhaps you would like to walk with me and meet the emissaries of Waterdeep, who have come for their own mission. As we go, I can tell you what I have learned of this Cult."
Bazavur nods in agreement with Tobin, “We’ve lingered here long enough I think.” Motioning to Titus and Jalt. “I think they have this talking business well in hand.”
He starts after Tobin and calls back to Soar, “You coming? Isn’t meeting people your favorite thing?” He smirks a little as he turns back towards Tobin.
Aiwin, you see nothing dangerous or concerning nearby; higher up on the mountain you see what might be watch posts and a few buildings, and some mounts of caves. You're confident that you've come to the right place, and from the relaxed manner of Elia you suspect this place is well defended.
Aiwin and Varan, as you walk up the mountain with Elia, she gives you a little background on the Cult of the Dragon; it has been causing havoc across a large part of the world, centred in the Sword Coast and nearby regions, and many places seem to have been far more affected than the High Forest. The Cult of the Dragon has existed on and off for centuries, and is often no more than a nuisance, but under its current leadership is working towards summoning Tiamat, the evil goddess of chromatic dragons, to the world of Faerun once again. The Council of Metallic Dragons is discussing the nature of this threat, assessing its seriousness, and deciding upon a course of action. The walk takes a while, and the air is fresh and chilly; you both feel invigorated. Elia however seems reluctant to go into too much detail; she says there are others you will meet who can tell you more.
Bazavur, Soar and Tobin, the gnome leads you down the path; you see around and above you the various caves where the metallic dragons are holding their discussions, with each other and now with Jalt and Titus as well. Behind you, Jalt and Titus are walking once again to the cave of Tazmikella, the Copper Dragon who you have met only twice so far; she did not seem friendly and definitely preferred to speak with Titus rather than any of you. Regardless, that is Jalt and Titus' concern now.
You walk for about half an hour; you see down below, walking up the path, the familiar figure of Otaaryliakkarnos in her human form as Elia, leading a pair of Wood Elves.
Both groups come to a halt, and Elia dismisses the gnome with a nod before turning to regard you all. "Emissaries of the Council, and emissaries of High Forest. You are fighting the same foe, and very much in need of allies. You have a lot to discuss, I think."
Aiwin Aralana, a lithe and graceful wood elf, strides into view with an air of silent assurance. His emerald-green eyes gleam with intelligence, reflecting the keen awareness honed through weeks of traversing diverse landscapes. Silvery, windswept hair cascades down his shoulders, bearing witness to the untamed journey he has undertaken. Clad in studded leather armor adorned with elven motifs, Aiwin moves with a quiet determination, every step echoing the experiences etched into his journey-worn attire. A finely crafted bow strapped across his back, etched with arcane symbols, speaks to his proficiency in both the natural and mystical arts. A quiver of sleek arrows at his side suggests a practiced precision in archery. On his left side a scimitar rests against his hip.
Fair features mask a subtle wariness, a testament to the trials faced during his recent travels. Despite the weariness, there's an undeniable aura of resilience about him, a quality that speaks volumes about his ability to navigate challenges and emerge unscathed. In the quiet gaze and purposeful movements, one can sense the story of a traveler who has ventured far, carrying the weight of experience and the mysteries of the world within. He just eyes the three new individuals standing in front of them "Well met." he just turns his head to their guide "Is there a place around here we can rest and discuss?"
Walking behind Aiwin is Varan, he stands around 5-feet 10 inches tall, with a graceful and lithe frame. He has tan skin that has a copperish hue in the light. His brown almond-shaped eyes appear to dart around to try a look at everything around him. He keeps his wavy brown hair cut short and combed back, though he doesn't do much else. Around his neck hangs an amulet with an image depicting a face-up coin, the symbol for the goddess Tymora. He wears a pair of sturdy boots, wool breeches, a sturdy belt, a shirt with a chain shirt over it and a leather vest over that, and an ample cloak with a hood. He also sports a rapier on one hip, a quiver on the other, a longbow slung over one shoulder, and a backpack with a shield strapped to one side.
As Varan walks his steps look practiced and precise in finding where they would make the least amount of noise. Despite this, his movements still show some wariness from his travels to the Graypeaks. He gives the other group an polite nod, his eyes scanning them for weapons and the like, "Greetin's." He nods along with Aiwin's words, adding in, "Drinks or meals are good to have with discussions and meetin' new folks. Have you lot had breakfast yet?"
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Soar nods, closes her eyes, and kneels. Whether it is in prayer or fealty or penance you cannot tell.
Tobin:
Following Soar’s lead, Tobin simply says, “I so swear,” then backs up to give others room to speak if they desire.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
The dragon waits patiently as the others in the party reflect on their choice...
"I so swear, as well," Soar says. She stays in her kneel, looks at the dragon, and then stands.
Bazavur standing with his arms crossed over his chest listening to the previous conversation, casts a glance over at Jalt. Nods in affirmation. “Seems as good an idea as any.” (Not like the good dragons would want to summon an evil dragon god, he thinks to himself)
Soar looks over and her mouth quirks in Bazavur's direction, happy that her friend is still with her.
Soar, Bazavur and Tobin: You have now spent three days in discussions with the metallic dragons, learning their perspectives on the war with the Cult of the Dragon and the possibility of an upcoming confrontation with Tiamat herself, should the cult succeed in its ambitions. It's clear that the dragons consider Tiamat a threat and an enemy, less clear that they see her return as likely any time soon, and far less clear that they view humans, elves or the Council of Waterdeep as potential allies. In the beginning you make progress convincing them; as time passes, discussions - or negotiations might be a better term - grind to a halt. Finally, Jalt decides to take the lead, and announces that he will remain behind to continue the talks, confident that with the guidance of his god Bahamut, an agreement can be reached and an alliance forged. Titus decides to remain with him, as a protector and someone to support him in what may be very tiring and demanding conversations.
Soar, Bazavur and Tabin retire to a cave to spend the night. The great silver dragon Otaaryliakkarnos has said that she will fly you back to Waterdeep, or any other location within reason, but needs to attend to the negotiations and her own surveillance of the Cult of the Dragon. She cannot promise when she will have the time to do so, though you are of course free to leave under your own auspices whenever you wish. She will meet with you tomorrow, or so she hopes, and you go to sleep uncertain of what the next few days will bring.
Morning comes, and a gnomish servant comes to your small camp within the cave. Jalt and Titus sit over to one side of the camp, already deep in discussion about how they will approach the day's work.
"The Silver Lady asks that you meet her outside, some way down the mountainside", the gnome says, her manner polite. "I think there are some more visitors, and she is meeting with them now."
Aiwin and Varan:
You have travelled many days, and faced many adventures to add to your already considerable list of accomplishments. But you have not been easily distracted, and now find yourselves climbing what you believe to be the mountain in the Greypeaks where the great Council of Dragons has met in the past, and you hope where it can be found now. It's a climb that will take more than a day, perhaps several, but you are well prepared. The sun sets on the first day, and you make camp and rest before continuing on the second day.
Only an hour into your climbing, you see a tall human woman wearing a long grey woollen dress and grey cloak. She walks down the mountain trail and stops about twenty feet ahead of you. "Greetings, travellers. I am Elia, and this place is under my protection. May I ask your business here?" Her manner is formal, polite, not unfriendly, but cautious.
Varan takes a step forward in front of Aiwin, "Mornin' Ma'am, I'm Varan and this is my frien' Aiwin." He gestures to Aiwin, "We were told that this was the mountain range where the Council of Metallic Dragons could be foun'. We were sent by the High Forest Elder Council as emissaries to learn about a group callin' themselves the Cult of the Dragon. We have no ill intention' in this area. Perhaps, as a protector, you could point us in the direction of the dragon council?"
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Aiwin just nods at his companions' words to the woman, letting Varan take the lead on this conversation since he seemed so eager. His head remaining on a cautionary swivel surveying the surroundings and wondering if anything might be around them that could pose a danger.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Tobin:
“Of course,” replies Tobin, bowing to the messenger. Bidding goodbye and good fortune in the negotiations to Jalt and Titus, Tobin finishes up his morning preparations and heads down to meet the silver lady.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Aiwin, make a Perception check as you look around the area.
Varan, Elia raises an eyebrow. "Emissaries from the High Forest? But then I suppose the Cult has left few settlements undisturbed; why would you be any different? Well, you are in good company, and have come at a good time. Perhaps you would like to walk with me and meet the emissaries of Waterdeep, who have come for their own mission. As we go, I can tell you what I have learned of this Cult."
Varan nods, "Aight, sounds fine with me. How about you Aiwin?" He glances back to his friend.
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Aiwin continues to look around “Sounds good to me as well.”
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Rolled for Perception check: 20
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Bazavur nods in agreement with Tobin, “We’ve lingered here long enough I think.” Motioning to Titus and Jalt. “I think they have this talking business well in hand.”
He starts after Tobin and calls back to Soar, “You coming? Isn’t meeting people your favorite thing?” He smirks a little as he turns back towards Tobin.
Aiwin, you see nothing dangerous or concerning nearby; higher up on the mountain you see what might be watch posts and a few buildings, and some mounts of caves. You're confident that you've come to the right place, and from the relaxed manner of Elia you suspect this place is well defended.
Aiwin and Varan, as you walk up the mountain with Elia, she gives you a little background on the Cult of the Dragon; it has been causing havoc across a large part of the world, centred in the Sword Coast and nearby regions, and many places seem to have been far more affected than the High Forest. The Cult of the Dragon has existed on and off for centuries, and is often no more than a nuisance, but under its current leadership is working towards summoning Tiamat, the evil goddess of chromatic dragons, to the world of Faerun once again. The Council of Metallic Dragons is discussing the nature of this threat, assessing its seriousness, and deciding upon a course of action. The walk takes a while, and the air is fresh and chilly; you both feel invigorated. Elia however seems reluctant to go into too much detail; she says there are others you will meet who can tell you more.
Bazavur, Soar and Tobin, the gnome leads you down the path; you see around and above you the various caves where the metallic dragons are holding their discussions, with each other and now with Jalt and Titus as well. Behind you, Jalt and Titus are walking once again to the cave of Tazmikella, the Copper Dragon who you have met only twice so far; she did not seem friendly and definitely preferred to speak with Titus rather than any of you. Regardless, that is Jalt and Titus' concern now.
You walk for about half an hour; you see down below, walking up the path, the familiar figure of Otaaryliakkarnos in her human form as Elia, leading a pair of Wood Elves.
Both groups come to a halt, and Elia dismisses the gnome with a nod before turning to regard you all. "Emissaries of the Council, and emissaries of High Forest. You are fighting the same foe, and very much in need of allies. You have a lot to discuss, I think."
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Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Walking behind Aiwin is Varan, he stands around 5-feet 10 inches tall, with a graceful and lithe frame. He has tan skin that has a copperish hue in the light. His brown almond-shaped eyes appear to dart around to try a look at everything around him. He keeps his wavy brown hair cut short and combed back, though he doesn't do much else. Around his neck hangs an amulet with an image depicting a face-up coin, the symbol for the goddess Tymora. He wears a pair of sturdy boots, wool breeches, a sturdy belt, a shirt with a chain shirt over it and a leather vest over that, and an ample cloak with a hood. He also sports a rapier on one hip, a quiver on the other, a longbow slung over one shoulder, and a backpack with a shield strapped to one side.
As Varan walks his steps look practiced and precise in finding where they would make the least amount of noise. Despite this, his movements still show some wariness from his travels to the Graypeaks. He gives the other group an polite nod, his eyes scanning them for weapons and the like, "Greetin's." He nods along with Aiwin's words, adding in, "Drinks or meals are good to have with discussions and meetin' new folks. Have you lot had breakfast yet?"
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!