KappyTheLimey as Avarice, a Tiefling Sorcerer Jilguera as Ines, a Human Cleric DragonDenn as Kuori Rock Katho, a Goliath Fighter Backstabitha as Lester Lambert, a Human Rogue Kaemgen as Shayne MacGee, a Human Bard
Our adventure begins in the rather accurately named Dougan's Hole:
Dougan’s Hole is beset by winter wolves that stalk the outskirts of town.
“Don’t know how many, but them wolves are big as horses!” says a local with small, misshapen ears.
“They know words an’ got a mighty vocab’lary!” says another with pointed teeth.
“By Thruun’s Stones, they caught fair Sil and her lovely brother Finn th’ other day,” says a third, who bears more than a passing resemblance to the other two.
A fourth who looks like their sister chimes in. “Dang winter wolves say they ain’t givin’ ’em back till the town coughs up a king’s ransom in food and gold. This town barely got enough to feed its own, and there ain’t no gold. Ain’t no one allowed to leave town. Dem wolves vow to kill anyone who tries!”
Shayne MacGee dips his pen into the ink and furiously scratches some notes into a book. "Sil and Finn, are they twins?" Fhayne asks. "Doesn't matter," He answers himself with a shrug. "It'll work better for the narrative if they are."
"The fair Sil, the Strong Finn, beset by wolves, and the howling of air..." Shayne sings, giving the tune a try before making a few more notes.
"These wolves talk, you say? Is that normal in these parts? Do they have names? A kingdom of their own?" Shayne shoots questions at them, making notes, changing what he wishes on the fly. Getting the facts is important, of course, but facts are mutable to the needs of the song or the tale or the history...
Despite being the inquisitive sort, Shayne mainly tries to stay in the background and watch how events play out. Under the heavy brown fur of some creature or another that he wears for warmth, Shayne wears leather armor and is armed with rapier and dagger as well as flute and tin whistle. But it is the latter instruments he relies on most rather than the weapons of war. He is prepared to defend himself but he prefers to shape events by deciding how they are spoken of after the fact rather than shaping the events themselves.
Lester Lambert is a frail greasy haired human sometimes described as a skeleton wearing a skin suit. Touches of grey spot his long hair and unkept goatee. He was intending to simply pass through this town without much interaction, but the mention of a “king’s ransom” catches his ear as does the threat of not being allowed to leave. Lester stays within earshot of the gabbering townsfolk while trying to look like he’s not interested. While he waits and watches he searches his memory for any knowledge he may have heard about winter wolves.
Lester would know that Winter Wolves are large monstrosities, much bigger than the typical wolf. The villager's description that they are the size of horses is probably not that far off from reality. He's heard rumors that maybe they understand Common, but that those rumors might be old wives' tales.
The villagers give Shayne a befuddled look. "They ain't twins," the one with the misshapen ears says.
"They been attackin' outta the old giant's house," another chimes in. "Somebody needs ta get the Speaker on this. Can't nobody leave the town without them wolves knowin' about it."
Rock, as the locals call him, is a towering goliath with gray skin. His black hair is cut short. He has on chain mail and two massive weapons strapped across his back. He looks like what he is, a powerful warrior.
"Winter wolfs?" Rock's voice is deep but easy on the ears,
rich and with energy. "Rock show you air-sick lowlanders how to deal with the white puppies."
Ines drank her mulled cider trying to warm up. She thought she had been cold before. Her drafty room back at the temple would be considered toasty compared to the frigidness of the air here. Hearing the locals speak of wolves that could talk, Ines looks up from her cup. She walks over to the four of them and the large goliath."Sorry, I don't mean to intrude but are you saying there are talking wolves holding the town for ransom?"Ines tries to take a discreet sniff in their direction to determine if they have overindulged on their spirits.
Lester snickers to himself at the Goliath’s bravado. “Surely he doesn’t intend to assault an intelligent monstrosity the size of a horse,” hemuses to himself, “never mind a whole pack of them? He certainly looks capable and he’s definitely large. On the off chance that he is able to prevail then he’s probably someone whose coattails I can ride to glory and wealth, well mainly wealth.”
”First things first...” he mutters aloud as he slips away from the gathering group and heads in the direction of the largest structure in the town. Along the way he will ask a local for directions to where he might find The Speaker and proceeds to that location.
Rock: One of the villagers responds: "These ain't no puppies, mate. They'd tower over even a big fella like you. And I'd reckon their bite is quite a lot worse but I'm in no hurry to find out."
Ines: A portly woman turns her head briefly in your direction and says, "Yeh." The rest of the batch around the Goliath snicker a little at the woman's curt response. You don't smell any overindulgence.
Lester: You ask directions of a man with narrow-set eyes and the faint smell of manure about him, carrying a long rake. He gives you a withering stare. "What are ya even doin' here if you can't find the middle of the town? I swear, some o' these people would get lost fallin' down a flight of stairs..." he says as he walks off.
“What exactly do wolves, even wolves if unusual size, want with gold?” Shayne wonders aloud. “Either someone is directing them or there’s some other shenanigans going on..,”
“Hmmm, Winter Wolves and the Snowy Shenanigans. Kind of can’t cut, don’t you think?” Shayne offhandedly asks whoever may be close at hand.
“Say, big fella! Rock, is it?” he calls out, hurriedly putting away his pen and stowing his journal. “You really plan on going after these wolves? I’d sure love to tag along and make note of your battle.. has the makings of an epic song, I’d think.”
Avarice chuckles to herself, the deep crimson Tiefling wrapped in warm grey furs, as she leans on her stave.
"Nevair hahve I seen wahlves ahs beeg ahs you claim," she says with a thick accent with almost a treacle-like quality to her voice. She listens to every word the locals speak with keen enthusiasm.
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“Ha!” Rock says with a amused laugh. “Rock is not foolish as you lowlanders.” He says with a nod to the locals. “If these whinter wolves are as big as you say, then they will be a great challenge. Rock not foolish from living in this too-thick air all of the time, like you lowlanders. Rock speak to these wolves, if they do be able to speak, and we see if they want heades bashed or will see reason.”
With a shrug, he nods to those around. “Any who wish to join me in this come along, we go and speak to the town Speaker...” He then heads for the center of town.
Shayne follows the tall fella... He stays a step behind and to the side, so as to be with but not withthe Goliath. Shayne wants to catch all the details but none of the responsibility.
Lester makes his way to the centre of town ahead of the others and attempts to locate the one called Speaker. Upon encountering that person he will bow deeply and announce, “Greetings M’lord/lady, Lester Lambert at your service. Forgive my abruptness but if I understand correctly, there is no time to waste. Your village is faced with a kidnapping and a wolf problem as I understand. Well as it turns out I am one who specializes in handling just these types of problems so that important folk such as yourself do not need to concern yourselves with such trifles. Now before we begin, let me reassure you that my rates are fair and results are guaranteed or your gold refunded.”
Hearing Rock is planning on going after the wolves Ines steps up to him. "Excuse me, Sir...Rock is it? I would like to accompany you. I would not be able to call myself a servant of Lathlander if I did not aid these people. I am sure my skills could be of some use to you." Hearing Lester offer his aid in exchange for gold, she gives him a shake of her head and a slight disappointed look.
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Already striding towards the center of town, Rock places a broad hand on Ines's back and ushers him along. "Come along then, let us go and see the Speaker of this place." He says in a good-natured voice. Continuing the walk to the Speaker's location, he slows as he sees another there, already discussing the wolf issue. "Seems like many wish to aid you in this matter." Rock's voice booms out in a amused tone. "We.." He gestures to those who came with him. "Are also here to aid in this matter."
A suddenly gathering troupe of five budding adventurers makes their way toward the center of the town. There sits a house, a bit larger than the others, with a front door flanked by heraldry:
You all enter, and find an elderly human woman. She looks up, and upon hearing Lester's remarks, she introduces herself as Speaker Edgra Durmoot and responds, "You? You want to deal with the wolves? I mean, if you want to go, I won't stop you but we can't give them what they want. We have no food. We have no gold. We have no people to spare, certainly not after the beasts took two more of our kids. Between that and the endless winter..." she lets out a heavy sigh.
Lester continues without missing a beat, “Well as I said, I can handle this matter on Your Ladyship’s behalf. That is not to say that I intend to slay beasts with my own hands,” he chuckles. “There are plenty of hardy folk available who are much better suited to that sort of thing,” he says gesturing to the others who entered with him. “Think of me more as a project manager, coordinating matters and freeing up your Ladyship to deal with other pressing concerns.”
Lester approaches the woman and placing a friendly hand on her shoulder he attempts to usher her away from the rest of the group. Lowering his voice he says, “Now as to the matter of compensation, I understand your current lack of coin and I can work around that. In fact, oftentimes I find that information or favours are much more valuable. So might you have some such intangible reward to offer?”
Ines stumbles, unexpecting Rock's hand on her back, but catches her footing. "Oh, right then on we go." At the large house, Ines watches Lester with a narrowed eyed gaze. Loudly she says, "Keep your food and gold, Miss. We've come to help not rob you."
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Welcome to Rime of the Frostmaiden, starring:
KappyTheLimey as Avarice, a Tiefling Sorcerer
Jilguera as Ines, a Human Cleric
DragonDenn as Kuori Rock Katho, a Goliath Fighter
Backstabitha as Lester Lambert, a Human Rogue
Kaemgen as Shayne MacGee, a Human Bard
Our adventure begins in the rather accurately named Dougan's Hole:
What do you do?
Shayne MacGee dips his pen into the ink and furiously scratches some notes into a book. "Sil and Finn, are they twins?" Fhayne asks. "Doesn't matter," He answers himself with a shrug. "It'll work better for the narrative if they are."
"The fair Sil, the Strong Finn, beset by wolves, and the howling of air..." Shayne sings, giving the tune a try before making a few more notes.
"These wolves talk, you say? Is that normal in these parts? Do they have names? A kingdom of their own?" Shayne shoots questions at them, making notes, changing what he wishes on the fly. Getting the facts is important, of course, but facts are mutable to the needs of the song or the tale or the history...
Despite being the inquisitive sort, Shayne mainly tries to stay in the background and watch how events play out. Under the heavy brown fur of some creature or another that he wears for warmth, Shayne wears leather armor and is armed with rapier and dagger as well as flute and tin whistle. But it is the latter instruments he relies on most rather than the weapons of war. He is prepared to defend himself but he prefers to shape events by deciding how they are spoken of after the fact rather than shaping the events themselves.
Lester Lambert is a frail greasy haired human sometimes described as a skeleton wearing a skin suit. Touches of grey spot his long hair and unkept goatee. He was intending to simply pass through this town without much interaction, but the mention of a “king’s ransom” catches his ear as does the threat of not being allowed to leave.
Lester stays within earshot of the gabbering townsfolk while trying to look like he’s not interested. While he waits and watches he searches his memory for any knowledge he may have heard about winter wolves.
Nature = 7
Lester would know that Winter Wolves are large monstrosities, much bigger than the typical wolf. The villager's description that they are the size of horses is probably not that far off from reality. He's heard rumors that maybe they understand Common, but that those rumors might be old wives' tales.
The villagers give Shayne a befuddled look. "They ain't twins," the one with the misshapen ears says.
"They been attackin' outta the old giant's house," another chimes in. "Somebody needs ta get the Speaker on this. Can't nobody leave the town without them wolves knowin' about it."
Rock, as the locals call him, is a towering goliath with gray skin. His black hair is cut short. He has on chain mail and two massive weapons strapped across his back. He looks like what he is, a powerful warrior.
"Winter wolfs?" Rock's voice is deep but easy on the ears,
rich and with energy. "Rock show you air-sick lowlanders how to deal with the white puppies."
Ines drank her mulled cider trying to warm up. She thought she had been cold before. Her drafty room back at the temple would be considered toasty compared to the frigidness of the air here. Hearing the locals speak of wolves that could talk, Ines looks up from her cup. She walks over to the four of them and the large goliath. "Sorry, I don't mean to intrude but are you saying there are talking wolves holding the town for ransom?" Ines tries to take a discreet sniff in their direction to determine if they have overindulged on their spirits.
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Lester snickers to himself at the Goliath’s bravado. “Surely he doesn’t intend to assault an intelligent monstrosity the size of a horse,” he muses to himself, “never mind a whole pack of them? He certainly looks capable and he’s definitely large. On the off chance that he is able to prevail then he’s probably someone whose coattails I can ride to glory and wealth, well mainly wealth.”
”First things first...” he mutters aloud as he slips away from the gathering group and heads in the direction of the largest structure in the town. Along the way he will ask a local for directions to where he might find The Speaker and proceeds to that location.
Rock: One of the villagers responds: "These ain't no puppies, mate. They'd tower over even a big fella like you. And I'd reckon their bite is quite a lot worse but I'm in no hurry to find out."
Ines: A portly woman turns her head briefly in your direction and says, "Yeh." The rest of the batch around the Goliath snicker a little at the woman's curt response. You don't smell any overindulgence.
Lester: You ask directions of a man with narrow-set eyes and the faint smell of manure about him, carrying a long rake. He gives you a withering stare. "What are ya even doin' here if you can't find the middle of the town? I swear, some o' these people would get lost fallin' down a flight of stairs..." he says as he walks off.
“What exactly do wolves, even wolves if unusual size, want with gold?” Shayne wonders aloud. “Either someone is directing them or there’s some other shenanigans going on..,”
“Hmmm, Winter Wolves and the Snowy Shenanigans. Kind of can’t cut, don’t you think?” Shayne offhandedly asks whoever may be close at hand.
“Say, big fella! Rock, is it?” he calls out, hurriedly putting away his pen and stowing his journal. “You really plan on going after these wolves? I’d sure love to tag along and make note of your battle.. has the makings of an epic song, I’d think.”
Avarice chuckles to herself, the deep crimson Tiefling wrapped in warm grey furs, as she leans on her stave.
"Nevair hahve I seen wahlves ahs beeg ahs you claim," she says with a thick accent with almost a treacle-like quality to her voice. She listens to every word the locals speak with keen enthusiasm.
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“Ha!” Rock says with a amused laugh. “Rock is not foolish as you lowlanders.” He says with a nod to the locals. “If these whinter wolves are as big as you say, then they will be a great challenge. Rock not foolish from living in this too-thick air all of the time, like you lowlanders. Rock speak to these wolves, if they do be able to speak, and we see if they want heades bashed or will see reason.”
With a shrug, he nods to those around. “Any who wish to join me in this come along, we go and speak to the town Speaker...” He then heads for the center of town.
Shayne follows the tall fella... He stays a step behind and to the side, so as to be with but not with the Goliath. Shayne wants to catch all the details but none of the responsibility.
Lester makes his way to the centre of town ahead of the others and attempts to locate the one called Speaker. Upon encountering that person he will bow deeply and announce, “Greetings M’lord/lady, Lester Lambert at your service. Forgive my abruptness but if I understand correctly, there is no time to waste. Your village is faced with a kidnapping and a wolf problem as I understand. Well as it turns out I am one who specializes in handling just these types of problems so that important folk such as yourself do not need to concern yourselves with such trifles. Now before we begin, let me reassure you that my rates are fair and results are guaranteed or your gold refunded.”
Hearing Rock is planning on going after the wolves Ines steps up to him. "Excuse me, Sir...Rock is it? I would like to accompany you. I would not be able to call myself a servant of Lathlander if I did not aid these people. I am sure my skills could be of some use to you." Hearing Lester offer his aid in exchange for gold, she gives him a shake of her head and a slight disappointed look.
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
Already striding towards the center of town, Rock places a broad hand on Ines's back and ushers him along. "Come along then, let us go and see the Speaker of this place." He says in a good-natured voice. Continuing the walk to the Speaker's location, he slows as he sees another there, already discussing the wolf issue. "Seems like many wish to aid you in this matter." Rock's voice booms out in a amused tone. "We.." He gestures to those who came with him. "Are also here to aid in this matter."
A suddenly gathering troupe of five budding adventurers makes their way toward the center of the town. There sits a house, a bit larger than the others, with a front door flanked by heraldry:
You all enter, and find an elderly human woman. She looks up, and upon hearing Lester's remarks, she introduces herself as Speaker Edgra Durmoot and responds, "You? You want to deal with the wolves? I mean, if you want to go, I won't stop you but we can't give them what they want. We have no food. We have no gold. We have no people to spare, certainly not after the beasts took two more of our kids. Between that and the endless winter..." she lets out a heavy sigh.
"Yes. Ok. Deal with the beasts as you see fit."
Lester continues without missing a beat, “Well as I said, I can handle this matter on Your Ladyship’s behalf. That is not to say that I intend to slay beasts with my own hands,” he chuckles. “There are plenty of hardy folk available who are much better suited to that sort of thing,” he says gesturing to the others who entered with him. “Think of me more as a project manager, coordinating matters and freeing up your Ladyship to deal with other pressing concerns.”
Lester approaches the woman and placing a friendly hand on her shoulder he attempts to usher her away from the rest of the group. Lowering his voice he says, “Now as to the matter of compensation, I understand your current lack of coin and I can work around that. In fact, oftentimes I find that information or favours are much more valuable. So might you have some such intangible reward to offer?”
Lester, make a Persuasion check.
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Ines stumbles, unexpecting Rock's hand on her back, but catches her footing. "Oh, right then on we go." At the large house, Ines watches Lester with a narrowed eyed gaze. Loudly she says, "Keep your food and gold, Miss. We've come to help not rob you."
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means