Laievis smiled back: "I feel like my life is complete right now. I can only wish you good luck and good life. Let the dangers of this world never harm you - and the next time we meet, I hope to find you all as happy and prosperous as one can wish for himself!"
Uther dismounts with Peshley as they reach the ground and the battle ends. He looks around for his eagle, to make sure she is well. (If he finds her, he pets her head and gives hear a bear hug)
He then joins Commander Seleth and Gorlahk as they receive the news from the messenger. Uther then shakes Gorlahks hand grasping each other at the forearms. "Be safe brother."
He then looks to Laievis "that's fantastic, well deserved my friend!" as he pats him heartily on the back.
((I am about to fly to the USA for a month-long holiday with the family. I will still be able to post regularly, but will be on a plane or dealing with airports for the next day. just a heads up.))
OOC: Hey, welcome to the good ol' US of A! Hope you enjoy your stay.
At this point, I'm assuming the Party will ride back to the City. Shorgreg walks up to them before they leave. "Oi! Ya' Folks got heart and guts, I'll give ya' that. If ye're in the City, will ye' give this letter to me' son, Gavin? I heard he started his own Tavern somewhere. The Sleeping Goat, I think is the name..."
OOC: Hey, welcome to the good ol' US of A! Hope you enjoy your stay.
At this point, I'm assuming the Party will ride back to the City. Shorgreg walks up to them before they leave. "Oi! Ya' Folks got heart and guts, I'll give ya' that. If ye're in the City, will ye' give this letter to me' son, Gavin? I heard he started his own Tavern somewhere. The Sleeping Goat, I think is the name..."
Saerirra smiles to Shorgreg and takes the letter.
"Of course. We've actually been working with him. He helped us to prepare for the battle today."
Shorgreg' eyes widen, as the Party takes off into the light snow. He smiles...
"Son of a....that's me' boy..."
Saerrira, Uther (reunited with his Eagle), Cade (with Ellethy hugging his neck), Peshley (now riding Poney I assume), Laievis, and the 15th Squadron (carrying 25 wounded Dwarves) ride out, gliding over the "Christamssy" landscape until they reach the City, which is bright with a thousand lights. The Granit Palace sounds the Horn as they circle around it. Seleth Belian gives out instructions to his Riders. "Gorlahk, take the Wounded to the Temple, then take the Eagles back to the Stables. They will need lots of food and rest for what is to come. Finally, take the Riders to the Hanging Chicken, and book rooms, food drinks, and entertainment for them. They more than deserve it." He tosses Gorlahk a fat sack of Gold. The Riders cheer.
"I expect the best, and I give the best! Now I have some Nobley things to do. I'll meet you at the Tavern. Fifteenth Squadron, Carry on!"
The Riders all salute in unison, and ride away, down towards the Low Peak and the Church of Meryn.
He turns to the Party.
"Alright, lets go talk to the Jarl..."
He steers his Eagle down to the Parapet, and lands. He pets the exhausted bird, and is immediately greeted by a host of respectful Palace Guards.
"Commander Belian, Knights, welcome back! It has been a rough night, someone just tried to assassinate the Jarl."
Seleth Belian drops his jaw in a very unelflike fashion, and grabs the guard by his shoulders.
"What?! Who did it? The Red Dragon Clan?"
"We aren't sure yet sir. It was a Human with a metal mask, and a Purple Snake Tattoo. He managed to escape, but the Jarl was saved by a group of Knights of the Hanging Chicken. The other ones. The Jarl is currently talking to them in his quarters."
"Well that's good I suppose, if everyone is well. Let's go see the Jarl. I'm sure he has something to say about the attempted assassination. Plus he has summoned us to him anyway."
Peshley follows along listening to the events unfold. An assassination attempt? How did the get this close to the Jarl? Peshley moves quickly to see what happened.
The Team finally steps into the Jarl's Throne room, after a quick encounter with Team2 and Zathka, and for Saerrira, a quick bath that just changed her forever...
The 150 Guards in the room salute the Team in unison, and Hærrad Hammerstorm greets them.
"The Heroes of the Grey Valley return! News of your victory has traveled quick, and I must say, a bit of good news is certainly welcome in these dark times. You have succeded where I have failed, along with this rag tag group of Civilian Dwarves, who took up arms fearlessly in the face of our Ennemy. Forgive my lack of manners, but I was just assaulted by a Man from an ancient order of Assassins unheard of for centuries. He was pushed through the window of my quarters at the top of the tower, and he fell through a portal that magically appeared under him. So I doubt he's acting alone..."
He gets off his Throne, and starts pacing around.
"All these attacks on my Lands have left me with no other choice. I am calling the Banners! I've sent messages to the King and the Alliance asking for help. Between the Gnolls, The Red Dragon Clan, Mind Flayers, and Elite Assassins, we cannot withstand this Menace alone..."
He walks up to the Party.
"You have done so much for these lands, I am humbled...and as Jarl of the Granite Clan, I therefore name you Knight Protectors of the Three Peaks!"
The guards all raise their weapons and shout "Huzah!"
"Get some rest, and feel free to stay at my Palace any time you wish. You should also attend my Winter Celebration banquet tomorrow, while we discuss War Strategy. Clearly, I could use your combined tactical expertise in this Conflict..."
One by one, he steps up to each Knight.
"Saerrira... I'm sorry, but I wish not to butcher you Family's name...the Silver Dragon Clan works in mysterious ways, but lets just say, one of your relatives has contacted me recently...he said we need to end wars, not start them...I'm still pondering the meaning of his words, but he said you are his direct Voice in this War...and I heard you took down Artarxes of Emberdark, so please, ask anything of me, My Lady..."
"Uther B'or, of Dastarus. May I beg of you that you send messages to your Family, and King Pelios, asking for some of your illustrious Mercenaries to reinforce us? I would forever be in their debt...Also, good job shooting down this Thardax the Murderer...sinister figure from what it seems"
"Cade Overhill, and his wife Ellethy...our Ambassadors to the Fey Wild. If Zathka speaks the truth, and there is a Rift in the Planes, then the Fey Wild and the Summer Court is one of our best hopes for extra planar assistance...I shall always respect and fear the Power of the Fey."
"Peshley Scryclock, mighty Wizard and Warrior, who flies about on a Unicorn, not unlike Bri Stormborn the Wizard Queen Herself...you remind me alot of her, in many ways. But smaller....Your wits and magic are a valuable asset for this Kingdom, and I therefore recommended you for a promotion to full Agent of the Bureau of Arcane Affairs of Talaveroth. The Arcane University has your credentials waiting for you..."
"And finally, Laievis Elreth...Congratulations on your promotion, Commander. You will be missed, but the Three Peaks shall always be grateful for your actions, and selfless heroism in the face of Evil. Moradin and Meryn protect you and your Squadron!"
Saerirra smiles and nods, the mark upon her brow glowing proudly.
"Yes, Jarl Hammerthorn, it seems we were both contacted by the eldest of my people. As to his words, he means we must end this war as quickly and swiftly as possible. Calling upon the aid of numerous clans and people's is wise, as the enemy has large numbers themselves. I do not wish to be selfish, but given who I am, as well as my recent meeting with my relative, I cannot help but feel I have a bigger target on my head, literally and figuratively, than I may have before. I simply ask for means of protecting myself better, should I need to."
Agent of the Bureau of Arcane Affairs of Talaveroth? Wait until father hears that.Peshley grinned and gave a curtsy. “I am humbled and honoured,”she said as she is addressed and given her new title. “My service is yours and the kingdoms whenever you need it.”
At this point, everyone basically gets a day off until the Jarl's winter Celebration (OOC Christmas special). So you may all use your day of downtime however you see fit.
Also, if anyone has any personal stuff/errands they wish to take care of, now is a good time. And if you want to discuss some Character background/development, pm me, I'm all ears.
Finally, since BlueBayou/Laievis is leaving us (but will hopefully do some cameos here and there), lets talk about possibly adding another Player to this illustrious Team1, who has truly been the "locomotive" of this epic Campaign so far. Is that something the Group would like? I am perfectly fine with continuing as a 4 Player group, if you guys aren't comfortable with a new PC. but as you can see from the public posts, there are more and more Players lining up to be Knights of the Hanging Chicken. So I guess we're doing SOMETHING right... Team2 just found what seems like a good fit. I made sure to fully brief the new Player about what he was getting himself into, and he did his homework. So know that I'm being very selective, and will make sure they "fit the bill". This Team has been the most active overall so far, just by sheer number of replies. So I've already turned down one person who could only post once every few days....
Anyways, Team1, I'm putting this to a vote: Newby, or not Newby ? That is the question...
And Again, OOC, thank you for having started this whole Homebrew Justice League/Avengers Initiative. Only a few months ago, you were all strangers walking into a Tavern, in a distant land...Now you are the Knights of the Hanging Chicken Team One, aka the Knight Protectors of the Three Peaks, saviors of the people of Turniptown, and Heroes of the Battle of the Grey Valley. Take a few moments to let that soak in...
Peshley makes her way to the Arcane University Tower, in the Lower Peak. As she strolls across the bridges, zipline carts and streets, riding Poney (I assume), random people salute her and bow to her. A group of Gnomish children randomly latches on to her, pestering her for stories, magic tricks, feats of strength, and pony rides.
As she passes by the Hanging Chicken, a street band is singing about the battle of the Grey Valley, and they recognize her. The crowd instantly goes "full fan mode", cheering her, asking her for autographs and hugging her. "My uncle was at the Grey Valley with the Dog and Chicken Knights!"
"So was my Brother!"
"And me' Uncle!"
Gavin has to get out of his Tavern, and in the middle of the crowd and start yanking fans away to let Peshley get through.
"Alright alright everyone calm yer' bloody tits! She's a person, not a wishing well! So piss off!! Oh, if ye'r lookin' for official Knights of the Hangin' Chicken merchandise, and sign up for meet and greets, ya' can do it right in here, AT THE BLOODY TAVERN, where ye' can all buy drinks and spend money, instead of loitering in front of me' bloody bar!"
The crowd cheers, and rushes towards the Tavern. Gavin winks at Peshley as she finally gets past the crowd. "Evenin' Pesh'! Good to see ya' alive! Don't worry about the whole "meet and greet" thing. There's a 10 month wait minimum on all of them, and they've all paid already. No refunds, hehe...What? A Dwarf's gotta eat, right? Just try not te' get yerself killed, will ya!"
She finally makes her way to the Tower, and is immediately greeted by her new secretary, a female Hill Dwarf by the name of Karen Hillsburrow.
"Agent Scryclock, we have been expecting your visit. Let me show you to your new office."
She waves a wand, and levitates both of them up to the 8th floor, then leads Peshley through a maze of corridors and rooms, past a big, stern wooden sign which reads "Talaveroth Bureau of Arcane Affairs", then finally to a door with a glowing arcane inscription that reads "Peshley Scryclock, Arcane Consultant." Karen pulls out a tiny statuette of a goblin. She holds it in front of the lock, and it springs alive, diving into the lock, giggling. The door immediately opens, and the goblin springs back into the keychain. Karen hands Peshley the goblin key.
The door opens to a room, 15 feet by 15, with a small decorated window and a sturdy oaken desk, with a couple of ficus plants in the corner of the room. A large closet and safe stand on opposite sides, as well as an empty full wall bookshelf
On the desk lies a scroll with Peshley's new credentials, and a small orb.
"If you need anything from me, just touch the message orb! My office is the door right across from you. Welcome to the Bureau!"
Saerirra will take some time doing small odd-jobs, putting on performances at the Hanging Chicken, and spending time at the temple to provide medical assistance to try to earn a bit of coin.
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Laievis smiled back: "I feel like my life is complete right now. I can only wish you good luck and good life. Let the dangers of this world never harm you - and the next time we meet, I hope to find you all as happy and prosperous as one can wish for himself!"
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"Nomag Merryn thesek svern wux."
Saerirra had sat up enough to allow her to lift her symbol of Merryn and let it rest over his shoulder.
“Wow, Laievis. That is amazing. Congratulations...and good luck with the squadron.”
Uther dismounts with Peshley as they reach the ground and the battle ends. He looks around for his eagle, to make sure she is well. (If he finds her, he pets her head and gives hear a bear hug)
He then joins Commander Seleth and Gorlahk as they receive the news from the messenger. Uther then shakes Gorlahks hand grasping each other at the forearms. "Be safe brother."
He then looks to Laievis "that's fantastic, well deserved my friend!" as he pats him heartily on the back.
((I am about to fly to the USA for a month-long holiday with the family. I will still be able to post regularly, but will be on a plane or dealing with airports for the next day. just a heads up.))
OOC: Hey, welcome to the good ol' US of A! Hope you enjoy your stay.
At this point, I'm assuming the Party will ride back to the City. Shorgreg walks up to them before they leave. "Oi! Ya' Folks got heart and guts, I'll give ya' that. If ye're in the City, will ye' give this letter to me' son, Gavin? I heard he started his own Tavern somewhere. The Sleeping Goat, I think is the name..."
Saerirra smiles to Shorgreg and takes the letter.
"Of course. We've actually been working with him. He helped us to prepare for the battle today."
Shorgreg' eyes widen, as the Party takes off into the light snow. He smiles...
"Son of a....that's me' boy..."
Saerrira, Uther (reunited with his Eagle), Cade (with Ellethy hugging his neck), Peshley (now riding Poney I assume), Laievis, and the 15th Squadron (carrying 25 wounded Dwarves) ride out, gliding over the "Christamssy" landscape until they reach the City, which is bright with a thousand lights. The Granit Palace sounds the Horn as they circle around it. Seleth Belian gives out instructions to his Riders. "Gorlahk, take the Wounded to the Temple, then take the Eagles back to the Stables. They will need lots of food and rest for what is to come. Finally, take the Riders to the Hanging Chicken, and book rooms, food drinks, and entertainment for them. They more than deserve it." He tosses Gorlahk a fat sack of Gold. The Riders cheer.
"I expect the best, and I give the best! Now I have some Nobley things to do. I'll meet you at the Tavern. Fifteenth Squadron, Carry on!"
The Riders all salute in unison, and ride away, down towards the Low Peak and the Church of Meryn.
He turns to the Party.
"Alright, lets go talk to the Jarl..."
He steers his Eagle down to the Parapet, and lands. He pets the exhausted bird, and is immediately greeted by a host of respectful Palace Guards.
"Commander Belian, Knights, welcome back! It has been a rough night, someone just tried to assassinate the Jarl."
Seleth Belian drops his jaw in a very unelflike fashion, and grabs the guard by his shoulders.
"What?! Who did it? The Red Dragon Clan?"
"We aren't sure yet sir. It was a Human with a metal mask, and a Purple Snake Tattoo. He managed to escape, but the Jarl was saved by a group of Knights of the Hanging Chicken. The other ones. The Jarl is currently talking to them in his quarters."
"Oh my! Is the Jarl harmed? I can provide aid if needed."
Saerirra clutched her symbol.
"Jarl Hammerstorm is fine. One of the little ones actually took a sword in the back for him. He seems fine as well...I don't know how, honestly..."
"Well that's good I suppose, if everyone is well. Let's go see the Jarl. I'm sure he has something to say about the attempted assassination. Plus he has summoned us to him anyway."
"Yes, let us see if we can deduce what has happened and by whom after we talk to the Jarl. "
Peshley follows along listening to the events unfold. An assassination attempt? How did the get this close to the Jarl? Peshley moves quickly to see what happened.
The Team finally steps into the Jarl's Throne room, after a quick encounter with Team2 and Zathka, and for Saerrira, a quick bath that just changed her forever...
The 150 Guards in the room salute the Team in unison, and Hærrad Hammerstorm greets them.
"The Heroes of the Grey Valley return! News of your victory has traveled quick, and I must say, a bit of good news is certainly welcome in these dark times. You have succeded where I have failed, along with this rag tag group of Civilian Dwarves, who took up arms fearlessly in the face of our Ennemy. Forgive my lack of manners, but I was just assaulted by a Man from an ancient order of Assassins unheard of for centuries. He was pushed through the window of my quarters at the top of the tower, and he fell through a portal that magically appeared under him. So I doubt he's acting alone..."
He gets off his Throne, and starts pacing around.
"All these attacks on my Lands have left me with no other choice. I am calling the Banners! I've sent messages to the King and the Alliance asking for help. Between the Gnolls, The Red Dragon Clan, Mind Flayers, and Elite Assassins, we cannot withstand this Menace alone..."
He walks up to the Party.
"You have done so much for these lands, I am humbled...and as Jarl of the Granite Clan, I therefore name you Knight Protectors of the Three Peaks!"
The guards all raise their weapons and shout "Huzah!"
"Get some rest, and feel free to stay at my Palace any time you wish. You should also attend my Winter Celebration banquet tomorrow, while we discuss War Strategy. Clearly, I could use your combined tactical expertise in this Conflict..."
One by one, he steps up to each Knight.
"Saerrira... I'm sorry, but I wish not to butcher you Family's name...the Silver Dragon Clan works in mysterious ways, but lets just say, one of your relatives has contacted me recently...he said we need to end wars, not start them...I'm still pondering the meaning of his words, but he said you are his direct Voice in this War...and I heard you took down Artarxes of Emberdark, so please, ask anything of me, My Lady..."
"Uther B'or, of Dastarus. May I beg of you that you send messages to your Family, and King Pelios, asking for some of your illustrious Mercenaries to reinforce us? I would forever be in their debt...Also, good job shooting down this Thardax the Murderer...sinister figure from what it seems"
"Cade Overhill, and his wife Ellethy...our Ambassadors to the Fey Wild. If Zathka speaks the truth, and there is a Rift in the Planes, then the Fey Wild and the Summer Court is one of our best hopes for extra planar assistance...I shall always respect and fear the Power of the Fey."
"Peshley Scryclock, mighty Wizard and Warrior, who flies about on a Unicorn, not unlike Bri Stormborn the Wizard Queen Herself...you remind me alot of her, in many ways. But smaller....Your wits and magic are a valuable asset for this Kingdom, and I therefore recommended you for a promotion to full Agent of the Bureau of Arcane Affairs of Talaveroth. The Arcane University has your credentials waiting for you..."
"And finally, Laievis Elreth...Congratulations on your promotion, Commander. You will be missed, but the Three Peaks shall always be grateful for your actions, and selfless heroism in the face of Evil. Moradin and Meryn protect you and your Squadron!"
Saerirra smiles and nods, the mark upon her brow glowing proudly.
"Yes, Jarl Hammerthorn, it seems we were both contacted by the eldest of my people. As to his words, he means we must end this war as quickly and swiftly as possible. Calling upon the aid of numerous clans and people's is wise, as the enemy has large numbers themselves. I do not wish to be selfish, but given who I am, as well as my recent meeting with my relative, I cannot help but feel I have a bigger target on my head, literally and figuratively, than I may have before. I simply ask for means of protecting myself better, should I need to."
Agent of the Bureau of Arcane Affairs of Talaveroth? Wait until father hears that. Peshley grinned and gave a curtsy. “I am humbled and honoured,” she said as she is addressed and given her new title. “My service is yours and the kingdoms whenever you need it.”
At this point, everyone basically gets a day off until the Jarl's winter Celebration (OOC Christmas special). So you may all use your day of downtime however you see fit.
Also, if anyone has any personal stuff/errands they wish to take care of, now is a good time. And if you want to discuss some Character background/development, pm me, I'm all ears.
Finally, since BlueBayou/Laievis is leaving us (but will hopefully do some cameos here and there), lets talk about possibly adding another Player to this illustrious Team1, who has truly been the "locomotive" of this epic Campaign so far. Is that something the Group would like? I am perfectly fine with continuing as a 4 Player group, if you guys aren't comfortable with a new PC. but as you can see from the public posts, there are more and more Players lining up to be Knights of the Hanging Chicken. So I guess we're doing SOMETHING right... Team2 just found what seems like a good fit. I made sure to fully brief the new Player about what he was getting himself into, and he did his homework. So know that I'm being very selective, and will make sure they "fit the bill". This Team has been the most active overall so far, just by sheer number of replies. So I've already turned down one person who could only post once every few days....
Anyways, Team1, I'm putting this to a vote: Newby, or not Newby ? That is the question...
And Again, OOC, thank you for having started this whole Homebrew Justice League/Avengers Initiative. Only a few months ago, you were all strangers walking into a Tavern, in a distant land...Now you are the Knights of the Hanging Chicken Team One, aka the Knight Protectors of the Three Peaks, saviors of the people of Turniptown, and Heroes of the Battle of the Grey Valley. Take a few moments to let that soak in...
Peshley takes some time to visit the bureau of arcane affairs to learn about her new position and any associated responsibilities.
Peshley makes her way to the Arcane University Tower, in the Lower Peak. As she strolls across the bridges, zipline carts and streets, riding Poney (I assume), random people salute her and bow to her. A group of Gnomish children randomly latches on to her, pestering her for stories, magic tricks, feats of strength, and pony rides.
As she passes by the Hanging Chicken, a street band is singing about the battle of the Grey Valley, and they recognize her. The crowd instantly goes "full fan mode", cheering her, asking her for autographs and hugging her. "My uncle was at the Grey Valley with the Dog and Chicken Knights!"
"So was my Brother!"
"And me' Uncle!"
Gavin has to get out of his Tavern, and in the middle of the crowd and start yanking fans away to let Peshley get through.
"Alright alright everyone calm yer' bloody tits! She's a person, not a wishing well! So piss off!! Oh, if ye'r lookin' for official Knights of the Hangin' Chicken merchandise, and sign up for meet and greets, ya' can do it right in here, AT THE BLOODY TAVERN, where ye' can all buy drinks and spend money, instead of loitering in front of me' bloody bar!"
The crowd cheers, and rushes towards the Tavern. Gavin winks at Peshley as she finally gets past the crowd. "Evenin' Pesh'! Good to see ya' alive! Don't worry about the whole "meet and greet" thing. There's a 10 month wait minimum on all of them, and they've all paid already. No refunds, hehe...What? A Dwarf's gotta eat, right? Just try not te' get yerself killed, will ya!"
She finally makes her way to the Tower, and is immediately greeted by her new secretary, a female Hill Dwarf by the name of Karen Hillsburrow.
"Agent Scryclock, we have been expecting your visit. Let me show you to your new office."
She waves a wand, and levitates both of them up to the 8th floor, then leads Peshley through a maze of corridors and rooms, past a big, stern wooden sign which reads "Talaveroth Bureau of Arcane Affairs", then finally to a door with a glowing arcane inscription that reads "Peshley Scryclock, Arcane Consultant." Karen pulls out a tiny statuette of a goblin. She holds it in front of the lock, and it springs alive, diving into the lock, giggling. The door immediately opens, and the goblin springs back into the keychain. Karen hands Peshley the goblin key.
The door opens to a room, 15 feet by 15, with a small decorated window and a sturdy oaken desk, with a couple of ficus plants in the corner of the room. A large closet and safe stand on opposite sides, as well as an empty full wall bookshelf
On the desk lies a scroll with Peshley's new credentials, and a small orb.
"If you need anything from me, just touch the message orb! My office is the door right across from you. Welcome to the Bureau!"
Saerirra will take some time doing small odd-jobs, putting on performances at the Hanging Chicken, and spending time at the temple to provide medical assistance to try to earn a bit of coin.