Peshley walked into the throne room in awe she stared as she looked around the room, forgetting all about decorum. Occasionally she would nutter under her breath as something new caught her attention. It was only when she saw the two at the throne that she was snapped back to attention and decided she better shut up and listen for a while.
OOC: 13 hour shift at the moment with very little breaks. I will only be able to post once or twice a day for the next couple of days.
Cade and Saerrira, the Bard's College scene/chapter is considered to have already happened, like a flashback scene, so we can resolve it fully (I think having 2 Pcs involved in a "Broadway Musical" is way too cool to just pass by), so we'll keep role-playing it on the private thread, while moving on with the Main Story (I'm sure everyone's anxious to get their Level 5, and officially make it to Tier 2).
I'm working on a lot of long posts coming up for everyone, as we all slowly phase back into "Adventuring Mode".
Team3, Gavin Mc Kullick has a special assignment for you at the Hanging Chicken Tavern. Keep your eyes on the private thread!
Cade and Saerrira, the Bard's College scene/chapter is considered to have already happened, like a flashback scene, so we can resolve it fully (I think having 2 Pcs involved in a "Broadway Musical" is way too cool to just pass by), so we'll keep role-playing it on the private thread, while moving on with the Main Story (I'm sure everyone's anxious to get their Level 5, and officially make it to Tier 2).
I'm working on a lot of long posts coming up for everyone, as we all slowly phase back into "Adventuring Mode".
Team3, Gavin Mc Kullick has a special assignment for you at the Hanging Chicken Tavern. Keep your eyes on the private thread!
Cade and Saerrira, the Bard's College scene/chapter is considered to have already happened, like a flashback scene, so we can resolve it fully (I think having 2 Pcs involved in a "Broadway Musical" is way too cool to just pass by), so we'll keep role-playing it on the private thread, while moving on with the Main Story (I'm sure everyone's anxious to get their Level 5, and officially make it to Tier 2).
I'm working on a lot of long posts coming up for everyone, as we all slowly phase back into "Adventuring Mode".
Team3, Gavin Mc Kullick has a special assignment for you at the Hanging Chicken Tavern. Keep your eyes on the private thread!
(That's what I figured, a side-story to be played out whenever, but if time is an issue, i think Dean will agree with me when I say the main story should take priority.)
Cade and Saerrira, the Bard's College scene/chapter is considered to have already happened, like a flashback scene, so we can resolve it fully (I think having 2 Pcs involved in a "Broadway Musical" is way too cool to just pass by), so we'll keep role-playing it on the private thread, while moving on with the Main Story (I'm sure everyone's anxious to get their Level 5, and officially make it to Tier 2).
I'm working on a lot of long posts coming up for everyone, as we all slowly phase back into "Adventuring Mode".
Team3, Gavin Mc Kullick has a special assignment for you at the Hanging Chicken Tavern. Keep your eyes on the private thread!
(That's what I figured, a side-story to be played out whenever, but if time is an issue, i think Dean will agree with me when I say the main story should take priority.)
Cade and Saerrira, the Bard's College scene/chapter is considered to have already happened, like a flashback scene, so we can resolve it fully (I think having 2 Pcs involved in a "Broadway Musical" is way too cool to just pass by), so we'll keep role-playing it on the private thread, while moving on with the Main Story (I'm sure everyone's anxious to get their Level 5, and officially make it to Tier 2).
I'm working on a lot of long posts coming up for everyone, as we all slowly phase back into "Adventuring Mode".
Team3, Gavin Mc Kullick has a special assignment for you at the Hanging Chicken Tavern. Keep your eyes on the private thread!
Torment rolls her eyes and downs another flagon of ale. "Drunken adventuring it is!"
A Herald finally interrupts the debate between the Elvish Alliance Airforce Commander and the Granit Clan Chieftain.
"Ehemm...My Lord, these are the individuals you have summoned."
Haræd Hammerthorn holds up his hand to the Herald, signaling him to shut up. He takes a deep look at the ten local heroes lined up loosely in front of him.
"So, these are the famous Knights of the Hanging Chicken...interesting...."
He gets up from his throne, and slowly walks towards the Characters, immediately shadowed by a dozen Elite Granit Defenders.
"All I've heard for the past two to three weeks are stories of you lot. I wanted to know if the rumors were true. It appears they are...Heroes from the four corners of Talaveroth, teaming up to save innocents."
Haræd Hammerthorn walks up to each Character one by one.
"Cade Overhill, Bard extraordinaire, and favored by the Fey Wild..." He stops suddenly, surprised to see a Pixie hovering around Cade...Ellethy stares back at him..."What' you lookin' at? Never seen a Pixie before?" She shakes her head, rolls her eyes and turns invisible. The Chieftain comes back to his senses. "Hmmm...Yes, pleasure to meet you..."
"Saerrira Versithaturgiesh, of the Silver Dragon Clan in St Elora. Many of the Monks and Clerics of your Order and Family are currently fighting side by side with my Soldiers in the Copper Clan Lands. May you be always welcome in my Halls. Also, I understand Althulius Gambles has recently hired you and Cade for his Theater Performance on Remembrance Day (OOC Tomorrow). Well, as they say, Break a leg! I know Althulius has put much of his reputation on the line, so I myself will be attending. I'm not one for Theater, but this seems like it might be good..."
"Peshley Scryclock, Wizard from the Westwoods and Journeywoman of the Talaveroth Arcane University. Every stable worker in the City can only seem to speak about this baby Unicorn you brought back with you from your rescue expedition. I would very much like to see it with my own eye (he wears an eye patch). I also hear you are able to lift a Goliath in the air with one hand...I would find that hard to believe, but my sources are generally quite reliable..."
Behind him, the three "pole vaulting" Dwarven Soldiers that the PCs rescued during the Chicken Rampage are smiling from ear to ear, standing at attention in the crowd of guards.
"Uther B'or of Dastarus, from the City States of Kalverak. I remember the Battle of Izril, when we faced the Red Dragon clan's First Land Swarm. If it weren't for those Gladiator Mercenaries, and their Half-Orc King, I would not be here speaking to you on this Day...Any Kin of King Pelios shall always be a favored guest in these Halls. And I hear you live up to his Strength and Courage. We definitely nees more warriors of your caliber"
"Laievis Elreth, Humble High Elf...I did not know that was possible...yet your tireless medical volunteer work around the City has not gone without notice. Father William from the Temple of Meryn speaks very highly of you, as do many of the People of the Three Peaks. Moradin and Meryn both bless you, Cleric..."
"Sir Edeleth Treesong, of the Western Elvish Court. This is the first time I have ever hosted one of your Family in my own Court. The great distance between our Lands makes difficult to maintain any sort of diplomatic relations, but as members of the Alliance, we should always come to each other's aid in times of need. I wept when I heard of the recent Burning of the Great Tree...such atrocity should not go unpunished, and the Granit Clan of Nâr Barâk offers all of its condolences, as well as support. Word of your actions have reached my ears, and on behalve of the People of the Three Peaks, we give Thee many Thanks, Sir Treesong. May Elves and Dwarves put petty squabbles aside, and fight side by side."
He then steps towards Grunda, and looks up in awe...his soldiers seem slightly frightened by her
"Emm...aah...Grunda? Is it just Grunda? My Lady, it is an honor to meet one of your Kind. Only in stories have I ever heard of the mighty stone skinned Mountain Warriors. I heard of your skills with a hammer...(Right over his throne hangs a huge stone Hammer, bejeweled and engraved with his family name)...crushing a Gnoll Packlord with one swing...to say I'm impressed would be an understatement (he leans in just a tiny bit and whispers)..I...would very much....like to invite you to dinner sometime..."
The soldiers around him look at him aghast...the Royal Messenger rolls his eyes. Haræd Hammerthorn then blushes ever so slightly, and moves on, regaining his composure, and looking darkly at Zyman.
"Ozymandias, mysterious Human Warlock, rumored to wield Dark Powers for the Greater Good...quite frankly, I'm not sure I can trust you...and to tell you the truth, I'm a little weary of having you around...but these are desperate times, and they call for desperate solutions...Also, I hear it was thanks to you that the group of survivors from Oakfields escaped a Volcano eruption. And therefore, this Clan owes you a debt..."
He moves over to Roscoe, and immediately smiles.
"Roscoe Umbridge, from the Central Plains and its Wild, free-spirited Tribes. Slayer of Gnolls, Destroyer of Ales, and Conquerer of Gypsie Hearts. You truly live up to your People's reputation, and more...Nice Pygmalion Zagat Tattoo ...This impromptu rescue mission started because you were wrestling a dog in a Tavern, if I understand right...I heard the same dog came back with you all, but walking on two feet, wearing armor and wielding a sword...I would very much like to meet this mysterious "Sir Pebbles the Brave" who keeps sneaking into the Barracks and teaching my Soldiers sword moves I've never even seen before..."
"And last, but certainly not least, Mister Rosri Evelynn Fastfoot...from the distant Southern Halfling Republic. Known smuggler, and suspected of having ties with both the criminal Families and the Thieve's Guild. A part of me wants to arrest you right here where you stand, and send you on a free vacation in a dark cold cell, where even a Halfling might run out of legroom....(he pauses for a bit). Yet your cunning, Boldness and crossbow skills have helped rescue 8 innocent Villagers from Lands that I am swarn to defend... A wise man once said "All warfare is based on deception", and you, Mister Fastfoot, are a Master at it...we can definitely work together...."
Haræd Hammerthorn then walks back to his throne.
"You all have been defending this Land on your own, and succeeded where my men and I have failed...You have already suffered and bled for this Land, and I am in no right to ask for your help once again. But we need exceptional people...I have just recieved news that the small fortified town of Pinekeep, by the Crossroads, has been sacked and destroyed! Our Intel suggests it was a group of Gnolls and Kobolts, led by a Red Dragonborn...he single-handedly took out Commander Grahf Stonebridge in single combat, after spreading a Plague in the town for days. Rumor has it he has a Green Dragonborn assassin working as his Agent..."
The Jarl of the Granit Clan looks to the Royal Messenger. "Tell them..."
"King Thornæd I Dragonslayer, wearer of the Adamantine crown, Ruler of the Six Clans of Nâr Barâk, and Queen Brie Stormborn Dragonslayer, First of her Name, the Wizard Queen of the Six Clans of Nâr Barâk and Archmage of their Arcane University, hearby declare their support for the so-called Knights of the Hanging Chicken, as rightful reward for their recent heroic actions. If said Knights were to continue their efforts and Cooperation with the Granit Clan, the Adamantine Crown and the Alliance, to secure the Lands surrounding the City of the Three Peaks, said Knights would be rewarded with Titles, estates, and diplomatic Privileges for them and their families, Factions and Nations..."
The messenger rolls up his scroll, bows, and excuses himself. Haræd Hammerthorn stares at the Airforce Commander, and our Heroes...
"200 Dwarves. That is all I can spare. My finest warriors. They shall leave tomorrow after the Remembrance Day Celebrations, from the Main Gates....Feel free to join them..."
The Jarl speaks well, and Edeleth can't be unmoved by the reminder of the tragic burning of the Great Pixie Tree last year. He had visited the tree twice as a child, once invited along on a jaunt by the princess, who knew his interest in plants and trees, and once on a pilgrimage with the High Druid, shortly after beginning his training. The ancient tree's loss was tragic. It is irreplaceable.
All around the Three Peaks, other people are losing irreplaceable things--homes, family members. He supposes he can't really turn his back just because he has trees to plant. What good is planting a sacred tree in a land that is being overrun and destroyed?
He wants none of the titles and estates Jarl Haræd offers: the sacred grove and the title of Chosen Successor to the High Druid--and one day, hopefully many years in the future, High Druid--are as far as his own ambition reaches. But diplomatic privileges for Lomalos--that would be an excellent way to repay the royal family for the kindness they have always shown him, and for once a chance to show his gratitude and loyalty in more than words.
And if other benefits came with it...well, it was sort of a running joke in Lomalos that if you gave a task to an Aldalire, they would perform it beyond any criticism, and yet, somehow come out of it with profit for themselves. How ironic if, after leaving his family, he should live up to their reputation.
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) WoodElf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2 Last Tree StandingTabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1 Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
During Hammerthorn 's moving speech, Laievis tried to look as humble as possible (the name of the group helped quite a lot - repeated 59th time it still did not sound like something you would voluntarily introduce yourself with). He snuffed the sudden wish to bless Hammerthorn by the name of Meryn - it would ruin the moment - and just bowed in response to the compliment. Officials are officials: they do know how to suggest something you can not refuse. Looks like he just was promoted to the rank of a field healer for the small army - a serious challenge to his (Laievis was honest with himself) truly modest healing abilities. Well, let's hope the army will have an impressive medical supply wagon. Laievis realized that he is already counting required equipment - heroism was very contagious!
Future rewards would escape his attention if not for the words "diplomatic Privileges" - something he was practically forbidden to have and yet actually secretly hoped for. Well, there will be time to think about it.
Saerirra smiled and curtsied upon being addressed by the Granite Clan Jarl. Briefly taken back at the mention of her people's home, St. Elora, which she truly loved with all her heart.
As Hammerthorn talked to each person, Saerirra tried to recall her mother's instructions on court etiquette, beyond simply being respectful and polite, but she was too awestruck to be in a court. She hopes she receives the honor of playing for the Jarl during a special gathering of his. She even forgave him for mispronouncing her surname, as Draconic names typically are lengthy and unusual to those not among her kind.
Saerirra stood patient but nervous, awaiting the task she and her companions will be given by the Jarl, speaking only when addressed to.
As Hammerthorn address describes Peshley’s achievements she blushes a little and curtsies. She tries to say something in response but Hammerthorn continues with his speech. Titles and diplomatic privileges, for the family as well...Peshley couldn’t wait to see the look on her fathers face when she showed up at home with a writ from the Granit Clan granting this.
Rosri takes a deep breath. The Granit Clan Chieftain is a lot more shrewde than he thought. He knew almost everything about the 'Knights' and the weight behind his words told Rosri alot about the man. He probably had ties everywhere in Talaveroth, even the thieves guild. It was important not to get blinded by the praise and promises he thought.
"Uhm excuse me my lord, b-b-but I think you have gotten some wrong information about m-me.. I have never smuggled in my life, and the thieves guild don't want anything to do with me." <Not yet anyway> Rosri thought to himself as he swallowed hard not knowing if what he was doing was the right thing. "And I would rather not travel in such a large company, it would make stealth and speed impossible. Also, me and my friends actually have plans on traveling east soon. I mean no offence and you have my deepest apologies my lord." He look over at his friends to gauge their reaction. "Of course, we will continue to fight the threat of the 'Red Lord' as the gnolles called him. We might even have some information about him that could be of help, but I think that is a conversation that should be held more privately away from prying ears."
Cade - Hearing his name come out of the Jarls mouth first: his eyes went wide, his breath seemed to quicken, and his tongue went completely dry. The pounding in his head as he was being addressed by someone of high standing seemed to be too much for him. He just kept looking on as the Jarl spoke...he didn't hear a single word and though he could tell by the lips moving when it seemed the Jarl was getting ready to move on Cade vigorously nodded his head...completely unaware of what he was agreeing to and thinking back to Ellethy. He knew the Jarl had spoken to her and that she had said something back and that she too must have been feeling the same way he was as she went invisible. He stared as the Jarl continued to talk and seemed to address each person individually. Cade could feel his heart beat in his chest at this magnanimous moment. He took several deep breaths in order to calm himself and the only things that he heard were, '200 Dwarves. That is all I can spare. My finest warriors. They shall leave tomorrow after the Remembrance Day Celebrations, from the Main Gates....Feel free to join them.', Which caused him to breathe even harder as he thought, "Two Hundred dwarves?! For what?! What are we getting into now?!", he just kept silently saying to himself, "Breathe. Breathe. Breathe."
Rosri takes a deep breath. The Granit Clan Chieftain is a lot more shrewde than he thought. He knew almost everything about the 'Knights' and the weight behind his words told Rosri alot about the man. He probably had ties everywhere in Talaveroth, even the thieves guild. It was important not to get blinded by the praise and promises he thought.
"Uhm excuse me my lord, b-b-but I think you have gotten some wrong information about m-me.. I have never smuggled in my life, and the thieves guild don't want anything to do with me." <Not yet anyway> Rosri thought to himself as he swallowed hard not knowing if what he was doing was the right thing. "And I would rather not travel in such a large company, it would make stealth and speed impossible. Also, me and my friends actually have plans on traveling east soon. I mean no offence and you have my deepest apologies my lord." He look over at his friends to gauge their reaction. "Of course, we will continue to fight the threat of the 'Red Lord' as the gnolles called him. We might even have some information about him that could be of help, but I think that is a conversation that should be held more privately away from prying ears."
Edeleth winces. Contradicting the Jarl was something that also should probably have waited for privacy. For a self-proclaimed coward, Rosri is bold with his words.
Openly bickering with his companion would make an even worse impression, though. Speed? Without swift mounts? The army would be faster. Stealth, possibly. Though Zyman and Grunda were hardly quiet travelers. East? To Edeleth's recollection, when they had discussed their future plans on the return trip from Oakfields, the direction had been West. He is not sure if the plans have changed, and nobody has mentioned it to him since he had said it didn't much matter which way he traveled, or if Rosri is attempting to hide their true plans...which probably would mean that the Halfling has no intention of supporting the defense of the Three Peaks. And after the Jarl had spoken of the Red Dragonborn leader, Edeleth now doubts that their own information would come as news at all.
Clearing his throat he speaks, with a bow. "Lord Jarl Haræd, the Knights of the Hanging Chicken are a company of equals, and none of us may speak for his companions. We must discuss this amongst ourselves before coming to any decision. However, I will agree with Rosri Fastfoot, that our particular, er, group is made up of...highly individualistic" undisciplined "adventurers, who might be most effective operating as an independent" disorganized "unit, rather than as disruptive additions" loose cannons "to a structured and well-trained military force."
Edeleth remembers Oakfields, with all of them running off in different directions, and nobody having any idea what was going on. But they had learned from that, had they not? He hopes...
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Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) WoodElf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2 Last Tree StandingTabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1 Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
OOC: are you sure it was west? I recall Zyman wanting to go east and we were about to join him?
Rosri look at Edeleth as he speaks. He realize that it might not have been the best thing to adresse the Clan Chieftain in such a way. He was used to speaking freely at home and now realize he might have made a grave mistake. He can feel the color draining from his face, but he also knew that they needed a private audience with Jarl.
Slowly at the entrance of town the clanking of metal could be heard, a large creature approached standing nearby 7 feet high and his foot steps all making a loud clanging noise. As it came into view it was clear that its entire body had a metallic sheen, and magical oak wood that made up its neck area. It’s face stone cold and expressionless as it approached. Slowly the metallic creature began to look around examine the surroundings of this place
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Marvarax andSora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
OOC: are you sure it was west? I recall Zyman wanting to go east and we were about to join him?
OOC: In the original conversation it was West, in the last two posts he said East. So it's actually Zyman who has changed his directions on us. XD I probably only remembered because Elf country is in the west, and I was wondering how far we'd go in that direction.
Zyman would like to continue talking with his gypsie friend:
"So, when are you hoping to head out west again? With the weather turning the way it has recently, it must be quite an undertaking to head west, so are you wintering in Three Peaks as well? I'm sorry if I'm asking a lot of questions, but I'm a student of medicine, and heard that there were some truly awesome herbs and plants out west, and I'd like to join your caravan once you head west again."
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) WoodElf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2 Last Tree StandingTabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1 Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
Roscoe beams as the praise is given to him and the rest of his companions. He seems eager to venture forth trying to protect the people that need it. He looks to Rosri as he objects. The halfling made some good points. Roscoe would certainly rather help his friends than a ruler of another tribe if given the choice. His friends were now his family and he wasn't going to leave them behind. "What ever yous want to do, we's going to do."
Slowly at the entrance of town the clanking of metal could be heard, a large creature approached standing nearby 7 feet high and his foot steps all making a loud clanging noise. As it came into view it was clear that its entire body had a metallic sheen, and magical oak wood that made up its neck area. It’s face stone cold and expressionless as it approached. Slowly the metallic creature began to look around examine the surroundings of this place
You should post on the Team3 thread. They are all at the Tavern about to go on a mission, you can hop on there. Team1 and 2 are unfortunately at max capacity right now
Milling about with a human and half elf near the bar, a tiefling's garnet horns shine in the candlelight and she seems to be up to no good, smiling and laughing and generally seeming to be in good cheer. Moments before, she had been nursing her drink somberly in the corner alone. Things seemed to be looking up.
The half elf seems to tolerate her, while the human seems to have just introduced himself. They aren't speaking loudly enough to be heard above the din, but look to be the start of a solid team (maybe).
Torment has had more than her share of ale but holds her own as she hops from the bar stool, seeming energized. She moves to pace near the door, looking to be fully equipped and ready for an adventure. Her scimitar's sheath swings lightly against her hip as she absentmindedly wiggles the curved silver unicorn horn on the pommel.
Peshley walked into the throne room in awe she stared as she looked around the room, forgetting all about decorum. Occasionally she would nutter under her breath as something new caught her attention. It was only when she saw the two at the throne that she was snapped back to attention and decided she better shut up and listen for a while.
OOC: 13 hour shift at the moment with very little breaks. I will only be able to post once or twice a day for the next couple of days.
Cade and Saerrira, the Bard's College scene/chapter is considered to have already happened, like a flashback scene, so we can resolve it fully (I think having 2 Pcs involved in a "Broadway Musical" is way too cool to just pass by), so we'll keep role-playing it on the private thread, while moving on with the Main Story (I'm sure everyone's anxious to get their Level 5, and officially make it to Tier 2).
I'm working on a lot of long posts coming up for everyone, as we all slowly phase back into "Adventuring Mode".
Team3, Gavin Mc Kullick has a special assignment for you at the Hanging Chicken Tavern. Keep your eyes on the private thread!
Squees from Team 3!
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
(That's what I figured, a side-story to be played out whenever, but if time is an issue, i think Dean will agree with me when I say the main story should take priority.)
Definitely
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
Torment rolls her eyes and downs another flagon of ale. "Drunken adventuring it is!"
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
A Herald finally interrupts the debate between the Elvish Alliance Airforce Commander and the Granit Clan Chieftain.
"Ehemm...My Lord, these are the individuals you have summoned."
Haræd Hammerthorn holds up his hand to the Herald, signaling him to shut up. He takes a deep look at the ten local heroes lined up loosely in front of him.
"So, these are the famous Knights of the Hanging Chicken...interesting...."
He gets up from his throne, and slowly walks towards the Characters, immediately shadowed by a dozen Elite Granit Defenders.
"All I've heard for the past two to three weeks are stories of you lot. I wanted to know if the rumors were true. It appears they are...Heroes from the four corners of Talaveroth, teaming up to save innocents."
Haræd Hammerthorn walks up to each Character one by one.
"Cade Overhill, Bard extraordinaire, and favored by the Fey Wild..." He stops suddenly, surprised to see a Pixie hovering around Cade...Ellethy stares back at him..."What' you lookin' at? Never seen a Pixie before?" She shakes her head, rolls her eyes and turns invisible. The Chieftain comes back to his senses. "Hmmm...Yes, pleasure to meet you..."
"Saerrira Versithaturgiesh, of the Silver Dragon Clan in St Elora. Many of the Monks and Clerics of your Order and Family are currently fighting side by side with my Soldiers in the Copper Clan Lands. May you be always welcome in my Halls. Also, I understand Althulius Gambles has recently hired you and Cade for his Theater Performance on Remembrance Day (OOC Tomorrow). Well, as they say, Break a leg! I know Althulius has put much of his reputation on the line, so I myself will be attending. I'm not one for Theater, but this seems like it might be good..."
"Peshley Scryclock, Wizard from the Westwoods and Journeywoman of the Talaveroth Arcane University. Every stable worker in the City can only seem to speak about this baby Unicorn you brought back with you from your rescue expedition. I would very much like to see it with my own eye (he wears an eye patch). I also hear you are able to lift a Goliath in the air with one hand...I would find that hard to believe, but my sources are generally quite reliable..."
Behind him, the three "pole vaulting" Dwarven Soldiers that the PCs rescued during the Chicken Rampage are smiling from ear to ear, standing at attention in the crowd of guards.
"Uther B'or of Dastarus, from the City States of Kalverak. I remember the Battle of Izril, when we faced the Red Dragon clan's First Land Swarm. If it weren't for those Gladiator Mercenaries, and their Half-Orc King, I would not be here speaking to you on this Day...Any Kin of King Pelios shall always be a favored guest in these Halls. And I hear you live up to his Strength and Courage. We definitely nees more warriors of your caliber"
"Laievis Elreth, Humble High Elf...I did not know that was possible...yet your tireless medical volunteer work around the City has not gone without notice. Father William from the Temple of Meryn speaks very highly of you, as do many of the People of the Three Peaks. Moradin and Meryn both bless you, Cleric..."
"Sir Edeleth Treesong, of the Western Elvish Court. This is the first time I have ever hosted one of your Family in my own Court. The great distance between our Lands makes difficult to maintain any sort of diplomatic relations, but as members of the Alliance, we should always come to each other's aid in times of need. I wept when I heard of the recent Burning of the Great Tree...such atrocity should not go unpunished, and the Granit Clan of Nâr Barâk offers all of its condolences, as well as support. Word of your actions have reached my ears, and on behalve of the People of the Three Peaks, we give Thee many Thanks, Sir Treesong. May Elves and Dwarves put petty squabbles aside, and fight side by side."
He then steps towards Grunda, and looks up in awe...his soldiers seem slightly frightened by her
"Emm...aah...Grunda? Is it just Grunda? My Lady, it is an honor to meet one of your Kind. Only in stories have I ever heard of the mighty stone skinned Mountain Warriors. I heard of your skills with a hammer...(Right over his throne hangs a huge stone Hammer, bejeweled and engraved with his family name)...crushing a Gnoll Packlord with one swing...to say I'm impressed would be an understatement (he leans in just a tiny bit and whispers)..I...would very much....like to invite you to dinner sometime..."
The soldiers around him look at him aghast...the Royal Messenger rolls his eyes. Haræd Hammerthorn then blushes ever so slightly, and moves on, regaining his composure, and looking darkly at Zyman.
"Ozymandias, mysterious Human Warlock, rumored to wield Dark Powers for the Greater Good...quite frankly, I'm not sure I can trust you...and to tell you the truth, I'm a little weary of having you around...but these are desperate times, and they call for desperate solutions...Also, I hear it was thanks to you that the group of survivors from Oakfields escaped a Volcano eruption. And therefore, this Clan owes you a debt..."
He moves over to Roscoe, and immediately smiles.
"Roscoe Umbridge, from the Central Plains and its Wild, free-spirited Tribes. Slayer of Gnolls, Destroyer of Ales, and Conquerer of Gypsie Hearts. You truly live up to your People's reputation, and more...Nice Pygmalion Zagat Tattoo ...This impromptu rescue mission started because you were wrestling a dog in a Tavern, if I understand right...I heard the same dog came back with you all, but walking on two feet, wearing armor and wielding a sword...I would very much like to meet this mysterious "Sir Pebbles the Brave" who keeps sneaking into the Barracks and teaching my Soldiers sword moves I've never even seen before..."
"And last, but certainly not least, Mister Rosri Evelynn Fastfoot...from the distant Southern Halfling Republic. Known smuggler, and suspected of having ties with both the criminal Families and the Thieve's Guild. A part of me wants to arrest you right here where you stand, and send you on a free vacation in a dark cold cell, where even a Halfling might run out of legroom....(he pauses for a bit). Yet your cunning, Boldness and crossbow skills have helped rescue 8 innocent Villagers from Lands that I am swarn to defend... A wise man once said "All warfare is based on deception", and you, Mister Fastfoot, are a Master at it...we can definitely work together...."
Haræd Hammerthorn then walks back to his throne.
"You all have been defending this Land on your own, and succeeded where my men and I have failed...You have already suffered and bled for this Land, and I am in no right to ask for your help once again. But we need exceptional people...I have just recieved news that the small fortified town of Pinekeep, by the Crossroads, has been sacked and destroyed! Our Intel suggests it was a group of Gnolls and Kobolts, led by a Red Dragonborn...he single-handedly took out Commander Grahf Stonebridge in single combat, after spreading a Plague in the town for days. Rumor has it he has a Green Dragonborn assassin working as his Agent..."
The Jarl of the Granit Clan looks to the Royal Messenger. "Tell them..."
"King Thornæd I Dragonslayer, wearer of the Adamantine crown, Ruler of the Six Clans of Nâr Barâk, and Queen Brie Stormborn Dragonslayer, First of her Name, the Wizard Queen of the Six Clans of Nâr Barâk and Archmage of their Arcane University, hearby declare their support for the so-called Knights of the Hanging Chicken, as rightful reward for their recent heroic actions. If said Knights were to continue their efforts and Cooperation with the Granit Clan, the Adamantine Crown and the Alliance, to secure the Lands surrounding the City of the Three Peaks, said Knights would be rewarded with Titles, estates, and diplomatic Privileges for them and their families, Factions and Nations..."
The messenger rolls up his scroll, bows, and excuses himself. Haræd Hammerthorn stares at the Airforce Commander, and our Heroes...
"200 Dwarves. That is all I can spare. My finest warriors. They shall leave tomorrow after the Remembrance Day Celebrations, from the Main Gates....Feel free to join them..."
The Jarl speaks well, and Edeleth can't be unmoved by the reminder of the tragic burning of the Great Pixie Tree last year. He had visited the tree twice as a child, once invited along on a jaunt by the princess, who knew his interest in plants and trees, and once on a pilgrimage with the High Druid, shortly after beginning his training. The ancient tree's loss was tragic. It is irreplaceable.
All around the Three Peaks, other people are losing irreplaceable things--homes, family members. He supposes he can't really turn his back just because he has trees to plant. What good is planting a sacred tree in a land that is being overrun and destroyed?
He wants none of the titles and estates Jarl Haræd offers: the sacred grove and the title of Chosen Successor to the High Druid--and one day, hopefully many years in the future, High Druid--are as far as his own ambition reaches. But diplomatic privileges for Lomalos--that would be an excellent way to repay the royal family for the kindness they have always shown him, and for once a chance to show his gratitude and loyalty in more than words.
And if other benefits came with it...well, it was sort of a running joke in Lomalos that if you gave a task to an Aldalire, they would perform it beyond any criticism, and yet, somehow come out of it with profit for themselves. How ironic if, after leaving his family, he should live up to their reputation.
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) Wood Elf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2
Last Tree Standing Tabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1
Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive
Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth
Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
During Hammerthorn 's moving speech, Laievis tried to look as humble as possible (the name of the group helped quite a lot - repeated 59th time it still did not sound like something you would voluntarily introduce yourself with). He snuffed the sudden wish to bless Hammerthorn by the name of Meryn - it would ruin the moment - and just bowed in response to the compliment. Officials are officials: they do know how to suggest something you can not refuse. Looks like he just was promoted to the rank of a field healer for the small army - a serious challenge to his (Laievis was honest with himself) truly modest healing abilities. Well, let's hope the army will have an impressive medical supply wagon. Laievis realized that he is already counting required equipment - heroism was very contagious!
Future rewards would escape his attention if not for the words "diplomatic Privileges" - something he was practically forbidden to have and yet actually secretly hoped for. Well, there will be time to think about it.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Saerirra smiled and curtsied upon being addressed by the Granite Clan Jarl. Briefly taken back at the mention of her people's home, St. Elora, which she truly loved with all her heart.
As Hammerthorn talked to each person, Saerirra tried to recall her mother's instructions on court etiquette, beyond simply being respectful and polite, but she was too awestruck to be in a court. She hopes she receives the honor of playing for the Jarl during a special gathering of his. She even forgave him for mispronouncing her surname, as Draconic names typically are lengthy and unusual to those not among her kind.
Saerirra stood patient but nervous, awaiting the task she and her companions will be given by the Jarl, speaking only when addressed to.
As Hammerthorn address describes Peshley’s achievements she blushes a little and curtsies. She tries to say something in response but Hammerthorn continues with his speech.
Titles and diplomatic privileges, for the family as well...Peshley couldn’t wait to see the look on her fathers face when she showed up at home with a writ from the Granit Clan granting this.
Rosri takes a deep breath. The Granit Clan Chieftain is a lot more shrewde than he thought. He knew almost everything about the 'Knights' and the weight behind his words told Rosri alot about the man. He probably had ties everywhere in Talaveroth, even the thieves guild. It was important not to get blinded by the praise and promises he thought.
"Uhm excuse me my lord, b-b-but I think you have gotten some wrong information about m-me.. I have never smuggled in my life, and the thieves guild don't want anything to do with me." <Not yet anyway> Rosri thought to himself as he swallowed hard not knowing if what he was doing was the right thing. "And I would rather not travel in such a large company, it would make stealth and speed impossible. Also, me and my friends actually have plans on traveling east soon. I mean no offence and you have my deepest apologies my lord." He look over at his friends to gauge their reaction. "Of course, we will continue to fight the threat of the 'Red Lord' as the gnolles called him. We might even have some information about him that could be of help, but I think that is a conversation that should be held more privately away from prying ears."
Cade - Hearing his name come out of the Jarls mouth first: his eyes went wide, his breath seemed to quicken, and his tongue went completely dry. The pounding in his head as he was being addressed by someone of high standing seemed to be too much for him. He just kept looking on as the Jarl spoke...he didn't hear a single word and though he could tell by the lips moving when it seemed the Jarl was getting ready to move on Cade vigorously nodded his head...completely unaware of what he was agreeing to and thinking back to Ellethy. He knew the Jarl had spoken to her and that she had said something back and that she too must have been feeling the same way he was as she went invisible. He stared as the Jarl continued to talk and seemed to address each person individually. Cade could feel his heart beat in his chest at this magnanimous moment. He took several deep breaths in order to calm himself and the only things that he heard were, '200 Dwarves. That is all I can spare. My finest warriors. They shall leave tomorrow after the Remembrance Day Celebrations, from the Main Gates....Feel free to join them.', Which caused him to breathe even harder as he thought, "Two Hundred dwarves?! For what?! What are we getting into now?!", he just kept silently saying to himself, "Breathe. Breathe. Breathe."
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
Edeleth winces. Contradicting the Jarl was something that also should probably have waited for privacy. For a self-proclaimed coward, Rosri is bold with his words.
Openly bickering with his companion would make an even worse impression, though. Speed? Without swift mounts? The army would be faster. Stealth, possibly. Though Zyman and Grunda were hardly quiet travelers. East? To Edeleth's recollection, when they had discussed their future plans on the return trip from Oakfields, the direction had been West. He is not sure if the plans have changed, and nobody has mentioned it to him since he had said it didn't much matter which way he traveled, or if Rosri is attempting to hide their true plans...which probably would mean that the Halfling has no intention of supporting the defense of the Three Peaks. And after the Jarl had spoken of the Red Dragonborn leader, Edeleth now doubts that their own information would come as news at all.
Clearing his throat he speaks, with a bow. "Lord Jarl Haræd, the Knights of the Hanging Chicken are a company of equals, and none of us may speak for his companions. We must discuss this amongst ourselves before coming to any decision. However, I will agree with Rosri Fastfoot, that our particular, er, group is made up of...highly individualistic" undisciplined "adventurers, who might be most effective operating as an independent" disorganized "unit, rather than as disruptive additions" loose cannons "to a structured and well-trained military force."
Edeleth remembers Oakfields, with all of them running off in different directions, and nobody having any idea what was going on. But they had learned from that, had they not? He hopes...
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) Wood Elf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2
Last Tree Standing Tabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1
Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive
Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth
Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
OOC: are you sure it was west? I recall Zyman wanting to go east and we were about to join him?
Rosri look at Edeleth as he speaks. He realize that it might not have been the best thing to adresse the Clan Chieftain in such a way. He was used to speaking freely at home and now realize he might have made a grave mistake. He can feel the color draining from his face, but he also knew that they needed a private audience with Jarl.
Slowly at the entrance of town the clanking of metal could be heard, a large creature approached standing nearby 7 feet high and his foot steps all making a loud clanging noise. As it came into view it was clear that its entire body had a metallic sheen, and magical oak wood that made up its neck area. It’s face stone cold and expressionless as it approached. Slowly the metallic creature began to look around examine the surroundings of this place
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
OOC: In the original conversation it was West, in the last two posts he said East. So it's actually Zyman who has changed his directions on us. XD I probably only remembered because Elf country is in the west, and I was wondering how far we'd go in that direction.
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) Wood Elf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2
Last Tree Standing Tabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1
Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive
Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth
Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
Roscoe beams as the praise is given to him and the rest of his companions. He seems eager to venture forth trying to protect the people that need it. He looks to Rosri as he objects. The halfling made some good points. Roscoe would certainly rather help his friends than a ruler of another tribe if given the choice. His friends were now his family and he wasn't going to leave them behind. "What ever yous want to do, we's going to do."
You should post on the Team3 thread. They are all at the Tavern about to go on a mission, you can hop on there. Team1 and 2 are unfortunately at max capacity right now
Milling about with a human and half elf near the bar, a tiefling's garnet horns shine in the candlelight and she seems to be up to no good, smiling and laughing and generally seeming to be in good cheer. Moments before, she had been nursing her drink somberly in the corner alone. Things seemed to be looking up.
The half elf seems to tolerate her, while the human seems to have just introduced himself. They aren't speaking loudly enough to be heard above the din, but look to be the start of a solid team (maybe).
Torment has had more than her share of ale but holds her own as she hops from the bar stool, seeming energized. She moves to pace near the door, looking to be fully equipped and ready for an adventure. Her scimitar's sheath swings lightly against her hip as she absentmindedly wiggles the curved silver unicorn horn on the pommel.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys