Kosef Starag is a tall human, with thick limbs. His backpack and boots are well-cared for, as is the helmet tied to the pack, but the great sword resting across his shoulders shines, almost glows red in the sunset. It is clean and sharp. Well maintained. The rest of his clothes and gear are dark, beginning to match the dusky air. His hair and beard are almost as red as the last rays of the day.
The remaining light lets him read a letter he has unfolded. He holds it in his left hand, the sword in his right. He seems to be focused on rereading the note and walks steadily toward Greenest, but is not paying too much attention to the road around him, wandering from its center towards one edge as it curves.
Kipio Yellow-Foot is short, just shy of three feet tall. He is completely covered by a worn green robe and tattered yellow traveling cloak He wears a dusty buckler on his back and a rusty scimitar to his left side and on his right hip a small pouch containing his meager belongings. His hood is up and his eyes face downward avoiding the suns light. As the sun begins to set, for the first time in hours he raises his head revealing a a golden lizard like snout. He peers along to path finding the town of Greenest in the distance.
Ahead of him on the road is a large well armored human, the human appears to be distracted by something in his hand. Kipio increases his pace to be near enough to ward off any potential threats from the grasslands, but not too close to be threatening.
Valas Tethras, first born son of the noble elven house of the same name, strides confidently and eagerly down the long road to Greenest. He privately curses the persistent sun and lack of proper forest for purposes of shade, wildlife and proper cover when on the move, but is otherwise undaunted in his desire to reach Greenest. He had seen the small figure on the road ahead an hour before and was certain he would catch this halfling or gnome swiftly given his superior elven agility, but the small, hooded figure was equal in its resolve to make good time, it seems.
As they eventually drew closer, the figure ahead on the road could see behind it a young elf in pursuit. He was thin, dark haired and several inches shy of six feet tall. More notably he was extremely well dressed in a fine tunic with a high collar and a great deal of fine elven details. On his face were the markings of a woodland elf despite his attire and general demeanor suggesting an elf of high birth. At his hip was a fine elven blade.
(Ideally Valas would have cast Mage Armor and used Arcane Recover already on a day like this, if it's ok by the DM.)
Coming up behind the others, Sir Evendur Archebolde, an athletically built young man with auburn hair, a short beard and clear blue eyes, is astride a chestnut destrier, wearing the red mantle of a knight, emblazoned with a white gauntlet, over a gold hued tabard and shining armor. Hanging from his neck, the symbol of a white gauntlet by a thin silver chain. By his side a gold hued helmet, a sheathed sword and a red crusader shield, again emblazoned with a white gauntlet. Walking fast beside the horse is a man wearing the simple brown clothes of a squire carrying a backpack.
A conversation between the knight and his squire can be heard.
-I say, Randal brave squire, that small creature yonder...
- Yes milord, I´m fairly sure it`s an Kobold milord.
From the expression of the knights face one can see the cogs turn for quite a while but then.
-I say, didn´t I fight such creatures in that mine outside that city...
-Yes, you are quite right milord, those were kobolds also in a mine not far from Berdusk, but this one seems peaceful enough so there will be no need for bravery just yet milord.
Cogs turning again but some minutes later.
-I say, is it far yet to that green village?
-No milord, I´m sure we will reach Greenest before nightfall milord.
-Ah, by Torm, soon I will be facing dragons at last, brave Randal.
-Yes milord But one cannot see a shred of bravery in the squire, only constrained despair
A young man with slate-blue skin and thick white dreadlocked hair, piled into a high ponytail on top of his head, rests by the side of the road leading towards Greenest. He‘s chewing on some hard tack from his pouch, and he looks up as he hears the sound of travelers approaching. His eyes catch those who pass by as they near him; they‘re an unusual shade of silver, but moreover his sclera is black, rather than white. As you come closer, you realize that his skin is pebbled and scaled, a bit like a fish, and his ears come up to points, though they don‘t look quite elven in nature. You may or may not recognize him to be a triton; a rare people to be seen traveling along a road, so far off from the sea. Despite that, he looks comfortable and is dressed in well-worn traveling gear, as if he is used to traveling over land.
The first man reading the letter, he watches with idle curiosity, but makes no move to stop him. The kobold following causes both of his eyebrows to raise, but he simply tips his head and shrugs a bit; it‘s almost as if he‘s not particularly surprised or off-put to see a kobold on the road, as rare a sight as himself. The brows lower as the well-dressed elf passes by; there‘s almost an audible judgemental snort that‘s undercut by the anxious way the triton turns to cover his own worn, tattered gear.
But when the knight and his squire pass, the triton sits up a little straighter, eyes widening. „Is that... the symbol of Torm?“ he says aloud, quickly gathering his things and hurrying after him. „Hey... you there, sir knight! Are you a fellow follower of The Loyal Fury?“ An eager smile spreads over his face as he asks.
Valas's eyes grew wide for just a brief second when he first spotted the triton by the road. Seeing that the young man didn't look too eager to make friends with the elf, Valas had instead chosen to study his physical characteristics carefully with every available second while passing by at his normal pace. "Fascinating..."he muttered aloud to no one after he had passed.
Watching the sun get low in the sky, Valas hurried to catch up to the short cloaked figure ahead of him on the road. "Ah, excuse me, excuse me, would you happen to know how much further the road to Greenest is?"
As he almost wanders off the road, Kosef realizes how little attention he has been paying to the world around him. He tucks the letter he was reading away, realizes he walked past one person, and that there are others behind him. All on their way to Greenest. Some of them, perhaps, live there.
Leonsin's letter asked for help, but Kosef doesn't know the town. Someone who is from there might be able to make finding Leosin easier. He'll just have to introduce himself and ask. He focuses on the travelers closest to him. One is a wealthy looking elf. The other, he realizes, is not a child out after curfew. It's a kobold.
Kosef stares. His fist tightens on his sword, but the kobold doesn't seem to be hostile or attacking. He'll wait. Watch.
Evendur, hearing the name of The loyal Fury being invoked quickly turns to face the triton hurrying up beside him, a look of surprise on his face when he sees the blue creature beneath him.
He then turns to his squire on the other side of his steed and speaks in a lowered but still hearable voice.
"I say, that blue creature..."
"Yes milord, I believe that´s a triton milord"
"Oh" cogs turning again "only, don´t they all live in the sea?"
"Well milord, it would seem not, milord"
A brief pause.
"I say, how did he know I served Torm, the Loyal Fury"
"Maybe, milord, he is very observant and saw the symbol on your shield, milord:"
"Yes, of course, that must be it, brave Randal"
Evendur then turns to the triton and exclaims for all present to hear.
"Yes, blue creature out of the sea, I am Sir Evendur Archebolde, loyal servant of Torm, the Loyal Fury. I am travelling to Green village...
"Greenest, milord" the squire interposes"
...yes, and I am on a holy mission to bravely fight any dragon I will find there. Will you all join me, blue creature, small dog-like creature, reading man and cloaked elf, in my quest for glory in the village of Greenwich?"
"Greenest, milord"
Evendur, used to, and not troubled by his squires corrections, faces the rest of the travellers and patiently awaits their anwers.
Kendes's expression falls a bit as he experiences the fullness of Evendur's mental acuity for himself. "Well, White Human On A Horse, I, too, have a name. Jevolath, Kendes Jevolath," he says, making a slight bow. He frowns a bit, considering his target audience, and adds quickly on to that, "Kendes is my first name. Jevolath is the name of my family. I'm not too particular about which you prefer to use, although I think 'blue creature out of the sea' is a mouthful to say all at once."
Kendes straightens up to his full height -- all 5'5" of it -- and smiles at Evendur. "I'm also a follower of Torm. It's good to meet another believer on the road. It hasn't always been kind to lone travelers, but we share both a destination, and a belief." He tactfully decides to omit that the belief is not, in actuality, that there are any dragons to slay in Greenest, figuring that if any sort of subtlety will be lost regardless, it's not really lying. "So I don't see why we couldn't travel together, at least until we reach the village. Safety in numbers, and all that."
He nods in greeting, a bit uncomfortably to the bookish human, more familiarly to the kobold, and very stiffly to the wealthy elf. "If you all don't mind having a common merchant fallen upon hard times in your company, that is."
Evendur turns to the triton and bows as deep as he´s able on his destrier, speaking in a sincere but firm voice.
"My deepest apologies Kendes Jevolath, brave merchant fallen upon hard times and follower of Torm, I for one will be proud of the company you will make, together we will bask in the glory of our god facing the perils that will surely await us"
OOC: Sadly, no perception check needed. It is a shame you rolled so well :)
You all top a rise and see the town of Greenest just a few short miles away. But instead of the pleasant, welcoming town you expected, you see columns of black smoke rising from burning buildings. Running figures that are little more than dots at this distance, and a dark, winged shape wheeling low over the keep that rises above the centre of the town. Greenest is being attacked by a dragon!
As the well dressed elf approached, Kipio could already see plumes of smoke in the distance rising from Greenest. As he finished asking his question, Kipio squeaked a reply his voice sharp and squeaky, with the hints of old age in it, "A few miles yet, but by the dragon's claw there might not be much left when we get there". Kipio raises his left arm pointing in the direction of smoke and the town. He looks around at the other travelers who have surrounded him on this section of the road. "It be a dragon too, any of you young bloods who can't handle that I would turn around,"
"Greetings, fellow travelers"hails the regal elf in an even, unemotional tone. "Yes, Sir Knight, I shall join you all on the march to Greenest if you will have me. My name is Valas Tethras of House Tethras. I am pleased to meet such a diverse group of trav... you're a kobold!" Valas suddenly seems totally thrown off, his voice changing tone for the first time. "I've never met..." Valas seems to gather himself, straightening out his tunic quickly. "My apologies, ah, sir, I simply have never met any... dragonkind."
As the group tops the hill and sees Greenest in flames a dragon attacking, Valas quickly forgets his inappropriate outburst in favor of going silent, eyes wide at the scene a few miles away.
Evendur turns to the elf as to say something, and then he sees the burning village in the distance and the dark winged shape above it. A new clarity enters his blue eyes, this is his hour.
"Brave Randal, at long last Torm has granted us a worthy challenge" He takes the reins of his mighty steed and trots in front of his companions.
"I know that I cannot ask anything of anyone of you, but Greenest is burning before our eyes and it´s villagers are helpless against the dragon in the sky spreading terror and death. Mighty Torm has granted me power and it is my duty protect those who have none. I know most of you haven´t faced a dragon but this night we will set our mark in history. Tales will be told, songs will be written, will you follow me into a glorious battle of our lives."
With that Sir Evendur Archebolde sets off in a trot towards Greenest so that anyone who would join him can.
OOC: Wait, what, really, an actual dragon. We´re all 1st level right. This might be a really short campaign for Evendur I´m afraid, Come what may.
Kosef listens to the conversation around him, his attention shifting from the kobold to the man on the horse. He squints for a moment at the knight, watches the squire correct him more than once, then squints back at the knight. He'll glance at the kobold, the triton, the elf, and then stare at Greenest and the dragon strafing it.
"Yes," he'll say, "let's get to the town and see if we together can help them." He puts his hand on the pocket with the letter. "I was asked to come here to help someone who helped me once. This must be part of why."
It takes a few seconds for Valas to be shaken from the shock of seeing a real live dragon attacking Greenest. "Ah, yes, indeed. Let us make haste in helping the people escape, but I do not think it wise for us to engage with the dragon. Surely your duty is best served in being alive to aid more of the townsfolk, mighty Sir Evendur."
As you run into the town, five humans dash out from between two buildings on your left. A limping man and three young children race across the street into more shadows, and a woman carrying a round shield and a broken spear turns and faces back in the direction from which they came. Eight kobolds stream out of the alley on the family's heels and fan out around the woman, who looks determined to delay the creatures for as long as possible. The kobolds seem focused on the woman, and ignore those of you who are present.
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Evendur gallops a short distance and then dismounts to join his companions on foot, helmet donned, wielding a crusaders shield and a sword gleaming in the light of the burning buildings. Thinking clearer in battle he recalls that Kobolds use the language of dragons and shouts in draconic. "Foul creatures, we are here to slay your master." hoping to draw their attention from the villagers. He then closes in, shield first.
For the past several days, you have been traveling a road that winds lazily across the rolling grasslands of the Greenfields. Sundown is approaching.
Please describe yourselves.
Kosef Starag is a tall human, with thick limbs. His backpack and boots are well-cared for, as is the helmet tied to the pack, but the great sword resting across his shoulders shines, almost glows red in the sunset. It is clean and sharp. Well maintained. The rest of his clothes and gear are dark, beginning to match the dusky air. His hair and beard are almost as red as the last rays of the day.
The remaining light lets him read a letter he has unfolded. He holds it in his left hand, the sword in his right. He seems to be focused on rereading the note and walks steadily toward Greenest, but is not paying too much attention to the road around him, wandering from its center towards one edge as it curves.
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Kipio Yellow-Foot is short, just shy of three feet tall. He is completely covered by a worn green robe and tattered yellow traveling cloak He wears a dusty buckler on his back and a rusty scimitar to his left side and on his right hip a small pouch containing his meager belongings. His hood is up and his eyes face downward avoiding the suns light. As the sun begins to set, for the first time in hours he raises his head revealing a a golden lizard like snout. He peers along to path finding the town of Greenest in the distance.
Ahead of him on the road is a large well armored human, the human appears to be distracted by something in his hand. Kipio increases his pace to be near enough to ward off any potential threats from the grasslands, but not too close to be threatening.
Valas Tethras, first born son of the noble elven house of the same name, strides confidently and eagerly down the long road to Greenest. He privately curses the persistent sun and lack of proper forest for purposes of shade, wildlife and proper cover when on the move, but is otherwise undaunted in his desire to reach Greenest. He had seen the small figure on the road ahead an hour before and was certain he would catch this halfling or gnome swiftly given his superior elven agility, but the small, hooded figure was equal in its resolve to make good time, it seems.
As they eventually drew closer, the figure ahead on the road could see behind it a young elf in pursuit. He was thin, dark haired and several inches shy of six feet tall. More notably he was extremely well dressed in a fine tunic with a high collar and a great deal of fine elven details. On his face were the markings of a woodland elf despite his attire and general demeanor suggesting an elf of high birth. At his hip was a fine elven blade.
(Ideally Valas would have cast Mage Armor and used Arcane Recover already on a day like this, if it's ok by the DM.)
Coming up behind the others, Sir Evendur Archebolde, an athletically built young man with auburn hair, a short beard and clear blue eyes, is astride a chestnut destrier, wearing the red mantle of a knight, emblazoned with a white gauntlet, over a gold hued tabard and shining armor. Hanging from his neck, the symbol of a white gauntlet by a thin silver chain. By his side a gold hued helmet, a sheathed sword and a red crusader shield, again emblazoned with a white gauntlet. Walking fast beside the horse is a man wearing the simple brown clothes of a squire carrying a backpack.
A conversation between the knight and his squire can be heard.
-I say, Randal brave squire, that small creature yonder...
- Yes milord, I´m fairly sure it`s an Kobold milord.
From the expression of the knights face one can see the cogs turn for quite a while but then.
-I say, didn´t I fight such creatures in that mine outside that city...
-Yes, you are quite right milord, those were kobolds also in a mine not far from Berdusk, but this one seems peaceful enough so there will be no need for bravery just yet milord.
Cogs turning again but some minutes later.
-I say, is it far yet to that green village?
-No milord, I´m sure we will reach Greenest before nightfall milord.
-Ah, by Torm, soon I will be facing dragons at last, brave Randal.
-Yes milord But one cannot see a shred of bravery in the squire, only constrained despair
A young man with slate-blue skin and thick white dreadlocked hair, piled into a high ponytail on top of his head, rests by the side of the road leading towards Greenest. He‘s chewing on some hard tack from his pouch, and he looks up as he hears the sound of travelers approaching. His eyes catch those who pass by as they near him; they‘re an unusual shade of silver, but moreover his sclera is black, rather than white. As you come closer, you realize that his skin is pebbled and scaled, a bit like a fish, and his ears come up to points, though they don‘t look quite elven in nature. You may or may not recognize him to be a triton; a rare people to be seen traveling along a road, so far off from the sea. Despite that, he looks comfortable and is dressed in well-worn traveling gear, as if he is used to traveling over land.
The first man reading the letter, he watches with idle curiosity, but makes no move to stop him. The kobold following causes both of his eyebrows to raise, but he simply tips his head and shrugs a bit; it‘s almost as if he‘s not particularly surprised or off-put to see a kobold on the road, as rare a sight as himself. The brows lower as the well-dressed elf passes by; there‘s almost an audible judgemental snort that‘s undercut by the anxious way the triton turns to cover his own worn, tattered gear.
But when the knight and his squire pass, the triton sits up a little straighter, eyes widening. „Is that... the symbol of Torm?“ he says aloud, quickly gathering his things and hurrying after him. „Hey... you there, sir knight! Are you a fellow follower of The Loyal Fury?“ An eager smile spreads over his face as he asks.
Valas's eyes grew wide for just a brief second when he first spotted the triton by the road. Seeing that the young man didn't look too eager to make friends with the elf, Valas had instead chosen to study his physical characteristics carefully with every available second while passing by at his normal pace. "Fascinating..." he muttered aloud to no one after he had passed.
Watching the sun get low in the sky, Valas hurried to catch up to the short cloaked figure ahead of him on the road. "Ah, excuse me, excuse me, would you happen to know how much further the road to Greenest is?"
OOC - Will I need to make a perception check if so....
Perception: 9
As he almost wanders off the road, Kosef realizes how little attention he has been paying to the world around him. He tucks the letter he was reading away, realizes he walked past one person, and that there are others behind him. All on their way to Greenest. Some of them, perhaps, live there.
Leonsin's letter asked for help, but Kosef doesn't know the town. Someone who is from there might be able to make finding Leosin easier. He'll just have to introduce himself and ask. He focuses on the travelers closest to him. One is a wealthy looking elf. The other, he realizes, is not a child out after curfew. It's a kobold.
Kosef stares. His fist tightens on his sword, but the kobold doesn't seem to be hostile or attacking. He'll wait. Watch.
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Evendur, hearing the name of The loyal Fury being invoked quickly turns to face the triton hurrying up beside him, a look of surprise on his face when he sees the blue creature beneath him.
He then turns to his squire on the other side of his steed and speaks in a lowered but still hearable voice.
"I say, that blue creature..."
"Yes milord, I believe that´s a triton milord"
"Oh" cogs turning again "only, don´t they all live in the sea?"
"Well milord, it would seem not, milord"
A brief pause.
"I say, how did he know I served Torm, the Loyal Fury"
"Maybe, milord, he is very observant and saw the symbol on your shield, milord:"
"Yes, of course, that must be it, brave Randal"
Evendur then turns to the triton and exclaims for all present to hear.
"Yes, blue creature out of the sea, I am Sir Evendur Archebolde, loyal servant of Torm, the Loyal Fury. I am travelling to Green village...
"Greenest, milord" the squire interposes"
...yes, and I am on a holy mission to bravely fight any dragon I will find there. Will you all join me, blue creature, small dog-like creature, reading man and cloaked elf, in my quest for glory in the village of Greenwich?"
"Greenest, milord"
Evendur, used to, and not troubled by his squires corrections, faces the rest of the travellers and patiently awaits their anwers.
Kendes's expression falls a bit as he experiences the fullness of Evendur's mental acuity for himself. "Well, White Human On A Horse, I, too, have a name. Jevolath, Kendes Jevolath," he says, making a slight bow. He frowns a bit, considering his target audience, and adds quickly on to that, "Kendes is my first name. Jevolath is the name of my family. I'm not too particular about which you prefer to use, although I think 'blue creature out of the sea' is a mouthful to say all at once."
Kendes straightens up to his full height -- all 5'5" of it -- and smiles at Evendur. "I'm also a follower of Torm. It's good to meet another believer on the road. It hasn't always been kind to lone travelers, but we share both a destination, and a belief." He tactfully decides to omit that the belief is not, in actuality, that there are any dragons to slay in Greenest, figuring that if any sort of subtlety will be lost regardless, it's not really lying. "So I don't see why we couldn't travel together, at least until we reach the village. Safety in numbers, and all that."
He nods in greeting, a bit uncomfortably to the bookish human, more familiarly to the kobold, and very stiffly to the wealthy elf. "If you all don't mind having a common merchant fallen upon hard times in your company, that is."
Evendur turns to the triton and bows as deep as he´s able on his destrier, speaking in a sincere but firm voice.
"My deepest apologies Kendes Jevolath, brave merchant fallen upon hard times and follower of Torm, I for one will be proud of the company you will make, together we will bask in the glory of our god facing the perils that will surely await us"
He sends the triton a warm and sincere smile.
OOC: Sadly, no perception check needed. It is a shame you rolled so well :)
You all top a rise and see the town of Greenest just a few short miles away. But instead of the pleasant, welcoming town you expected, you see columns of black smoke rising from burning buildings. Running figures that are little more than dots at this distance, and a dark, winged shape wheeling low over the keep that rises above the centre of the town. Greenest is being attacked by a dragon!
As the well dressed elf approached, Kipio could already see plumes of smoke in the distance rising from Greenest. As he finished asking his question, Kipio squeaked a reply his voice sharp and squeaky, with the hints of old age in it, "A few miles yet, but by the dragon's claw there might not be much left when we get there". Kipio raises his left arm pointing in the direction of smoke and the town. He looks around at the other travelers who have surrounded him on this section of the road. "It be a dragon too, any of you young bloods who can't handle that I would turn around,"
"Greetings, fellow travelers" hails the regal elf in an even, unemotional tone. "Yes, Sir Knight, I shall join you all on the march to Greenest if you will have me. My name is Valas Tethras of House Tethras. I am pleased to meet such a diverse group of trav... you're a kobold!" Valas suddenly seems totally thrown off, his voice changing tone for the first time. "I've never met..." Valas seems to gather himself, straightening out his tunic quickly. "My apologies, ah, sir, I simply have never met any... dragonkind."
As the group tops the hill and sees Greenest in flames a dragon attacking, Valas quickly forgets his inappropriate outburst in favor of going silent, eyes wide at the scene a few miles away.
Evendur turns to the elf as to say something, and then he sees the burning village in the distance and the dark winged shape above it. A new clarity enters his blue eyes, this is his hour.
"Brave Randal, at long last Torm has granted us a worthy challenge" He takes the reins of his mighty steed and trots in front of his companions.
"I know that I cannot ask anything of anyone of you, but Greenest is burning before our eyes and it´s villagers are helpless against the dragon in the sky spreading terror and death. Mighty Torm has granted me power and it is my duty protect those who have none. I know most of you haven´t faced a dragon but this night we will set our mark in history. Tales will be told, songs will be written, will you follow me into a glorious battle of our lives."
With that Sir Evendur Archebolde sets off in a trot towards Greenest so that anyone who would join him can.
OOC: Wait, what, really, an actual dragon. We´re all 1st level right. This might be a really short campaign for Evendur I´m afraid, Come what may.
Kosef listens to the conversation around him, his attention shifting from the kobold to the man on the horse. He squints for a moment at the knight, watches the squire correct him more than once, then squints back at the knight. He'll glance at the kobold, the triton, the elf, and then stare at Greenest and the dragon strafing it.
"Yes," he'll say, "let's get to the town and see if we together can help them." He puts his hand on the pocket with the letter. "I was asked to come here to help someone who helped me once. This must be part of why."
Kosef will run toward the town.
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It takes a few seconds for Valas to be shaken from the shock of seeing a real live dragon attacking Greenest. "Ah, yes, indeed. Let us make haste in helping the people escape, but I do not think it wise for us to engage with the dragon. Surely your duty is best served in being alive to aid more of the townsfolk, mighty Sir Evendur."
As you run into the town, five humans dash out from between two buildings on your left. A limping man and three young children race across the street into more shadows, and a woman carrying a round shield and a broken spear turns and faces back in the direction from which they came. Eight kobolds stream out of the alley on the family's heels and fan out around the woman, who looks determined to delay the creatures for as long as possible. The kobolds seem focused on the woman, and ignore those of you who are present.
Evendur gallops a short distance and then dismounts to join his companions on foot, helmet donned, wielding a crusaders shield and a sword gleaming in the light of the burning buildings. Thinking clearer in battle he recalls that Kobolds use the language of dragons and shouts in draconic. "Foul creatures, we are here to slay your master." hoping to draw their attention from the villagers. He then closes in, shield first.
If applicable. Intimidation 10