Positioned slightly back from the funeral crowd is a very tall and hulking figure over 7’10” or so tall in height. With a passing glance, you might have assumed the still figure was a grave stone statue, given the pale grey-blue skin with streaks of dark lines, like marble across his bald head and craggy face. Only the dented scale mail armour, large warhammer, scratched up shield and flapping cloak identify him as a mountain of a Goliath instead, so still does he stand.
Having passed through Palebank village multiple times on his travels, Kolgrim knew Urgon from many a night swapping stories at the tavern over a tankard of ale. A stalwart gully dwarf, with outlandish tales that instantly put a smile on Kolgrim’s stoney features. A kindred spirit with tales of battle and wanderlust. Upon such a passing trip, looking to catch up after a few seasons of travel, Kolgrim was saddened to hear of the news that Urgon had fallen. Fallen not to a blade but to a dark curse or disease. A dark lowly death for such a fiery spirit.
Deciding to stay on an extra night for the unusual funeral ceremony, he is trying to show respect and honour for his friend while purposefully not staring at the people who are crying… not understanding the weird action. Glancing around he surveys the crowd for people who stand out.
When he has an opportunity, Kol will take a small pebble of mountain granite from a leather pouch. Holding it to his chest and then forehead, he says a short prayer to his god before dropping the pebble into the grave. “Ah Storm Lord, keep a seat for Urgon in your feasting hall by the fire to melt his icy bones, in your name Stronmaus: May the sun shine and the clouds roll with thunder”. Then he stands back with reverence.
From a distance, a small fairy looked to be watching over the funeral procession. She defiantly looked to not be from this land with translucent wings that one can barely spot the pattern from the speed in which they were flapped; akin to a bumblebee, with the strands of absolutely green hair that fell from underneath her very large-brimmed hat, her otherworldly pale skin that looked akin to that of a porcelain doll, as well as the very odd assortment of equipment she carried upon her person and her leather armor colored a very vibrant green. She was most defiantly some sort of traveler or adventurer, but from where...?
Fluttering over to the crowd and peering above the crowd, she can spot the frozen statue that was once Urgon Wenth. Leomony was not used to this cold so it took some time to learn how to fly in this sort of weather. Studying the crowd's emotions... this had to have been either an ice statue in remembrance of a dwarf many liked.... or THE dwarf many liked. Curious, the fairy professor lowered herself to one of the more quiet onlookers in the back.
"Pardon me, but I wish to inquire about the nature of this gathering. Is everything okay? If not is there anything I can do to assist?"
Seeing the colourful fluttering person arrive but decked out in adventurers’ trappings, Kol suppresses his first reaction to reach for his warhammer.
Nodding a hello as they approach, “Ah little one, it is a lowlanders custom, called a burial, they stick you in the ground… for the worms”. Nodding again in the direction of the open grave, “Urgon the dwarf is his name, a dark curse seems to have turned him to ice. I would much rather be on a funeral pyre than this. Nah, put me out for the wolves and remember me in tales.”
With an expression of openness in his face he turns, extending his hand and forearm toward the hovering person in greeting, “My name is Kolgrim ‘Storm Chaser’ of clan Lokanu. I don’t think I’ve met any of your kind before, what are you and where do you hail from?”
The machine would step towards both of their fellow adventurers, its eyes glowing a golden yellow. The machine was staggering large, standing well over 10 feet tall. Despite their size, it looked, cute? It looked like something out of a child's story, it being bright pink and littered with stars. That's what some parents might say, however. They push past members of the crowd, following a bizarre protocol that was programmed inside the hulking piece of metal.
In its hands, it carried a small piece of paper. Now finally catching up to the other people, it stares at the grave of the old dwarf. The machine was sadly able to comprehend the death of the man, but similarly to how a child would comprehend death. They let out a sad, yet high-pitched sound as it drops the paper into the grave, it sticking onto the corpse with an adhesive material. The paper read in fairly neat handwriting: 'Farewell. May your memories of glory carry on with you in the afterlife. With my old age, I won't live much longer. I hope to see you soon.' - Darrak. Darrak was the name of their inventor, from the words written, he seemed to know Urgon.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Lemony bows her head in solidarity. "A curse to turn you into a statue of ice... Well I certainly hope this curse isn't an absolute death-sentence and there is some sort of way to fix this mess! And pardon my manners, my name is Lemony, Professor of Creativity of the Feywild!" She'd extend a hand but her small hands would grip one of the goliath's fingers and shook, admiring the size. "You must be one of those giant-kin, am I correct, Kolgrim? And to answer your question, my kind are known as fairies."
Lemony's voice seemed a tad squeaky, but very quick and excited. Suddenly, hearing such a high-pitched sound the fairy would cringe from the noise. Looking in the direction to spot a giant machine, she quickly fluttered behind Kolgrim, peering at the new creature through her spectacles which were a bit clouded by the frost. "Now -THAT- is the biggest invention I've ever seen! Think it's dangerous Kolgrim?"
The machine glances back at the fairy, now hiding behind Kolgrim. Chumimi! The machine would screech. Then curiously, it would make a butterfly motion then would point to Lemony, seeming to question if they were a butterfly. Despite being a large hulking machine, they didn't seem to be any smarter or any more mature than a toddler. Their body then turns to face Kolgrim. They would kneel down, as a form of respect, their metallic skirt being covered in snow and ice. They then rise back up and point to the elderly dwarf's grave.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Noticing the size issue, he extends a finger to shake instead “It is nice to meet you Professor Lemony. You are definitely the first fairy I have met. I like your wings and colourfulness, it is nice to see at such a dark time”. “Yes I am a Goliath from the snowy mountains, there are not many of my kind around the lowlands either”.
Noticing another new visitor as it pushes through the somber crowd, especially as it’s taller than himself, Kolgrims hand twitches to his hammer. But seeing the construct’s mild mannerisms, he relaxes again. “Hmm, yes I did wonder but it looks to be harmless Professor, atleast for just now”.
Kol nods in respect to the kneeing construct. Extending his hand and forearm ”Greetings, my name is Kolgrim ‘Storm Chaser’ of clan Lokanu. You are a warforged correct?, I’ve never met one so tall…” looking up to look it in the eyes which is unusual for Goliaths.
After introductions, Kolgrim asks “I’d like to find out more about what happened to my friend, if you are all also interested, should we find someone in charge who knows more. Maybe the town guard have investigated his death? ”
OOC: (@Tommoboi - what pronouns does your character use, just so I get it right and don’t offend anyone. @Stivali - I note yours are she/her correct?. mine are he/him. Thanks)
"Well Chumimi to you as well Warforged!" Flittering her eyes, it'd slowly start to dawn on her the warforged was referring to her.... "Well yes! I can fly, though my name is Lemony! And... I'm sorry this happened, to you friend, and I would like to help you in this trying time if it is allowed. Best believe I am more than capable!" Lemony would flutter before Kolgrim, arms crossed and looking as serious as a creature like her can possibly can with her demeanor.
Becoming more comfortable with the warforged after Kolgrim's meeting and this one seemed to be very knowledgeable at recognizing friend and foe, Lemony starts to look to the elf behind them, bowing her head in greeting to Elro.
"Hey hey hey! I'm willing to help... I'm just waiting for these two large ones to get acquainted." She awkwardly chuckles. "Something as dangerous as this I certainly can't do alone!"
”Elro Aldataur, well met, I’m sorry my attention was sidetracked by finding a construct which is taller than me! How can we help to stop this danger you mention?”
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Can I use the Tasha’s Cauldron of Everything ranger stuff? (I’m planning on a Tabaxi, making him right now)
Oh. Sorry, didn’t see that.
Kolgrim ‘Storm-chaser’ Lokanu
Positioned slightly back from the funeral crowd is a very tall and hulking figure over 7’10” or so tall in height. With a passing glance, you might have assumed the still figure was a grave stone statue, given the pale grey-blue skin with streaks of dark lines, like marble across his bald head and craggy face. Only the dented scale mail armour, large warhammer, scratched up shield and flapping cloak identify him as a mountain of a Goliath instead, so still does he stand.
Having passed through Palebank village multiple times on his travels, Kolgrim knew Urgon from many a night swapping stories at the tavern over a tankard of ale. A stalwart gully dwarf, with outlandish tales that instantly put a smile on Kolgrim’s stoney features. A kindred spirit with tales of battle and wanderlust. Upon such a passing trip, looking to catch up after a few seasons of travel, Kolgrim was saddened to hear of the news that Urgon had fallen. Fallen not to a blade but to a dark curse or disease. A dark lowly death for such a fiery spirit.
Deciding to stay on an extra night for the unusual funeral ceremony, he is trying to show respect and honour for his friend while purposefully not staring at the people who are crying… not understanding the weird action. Glancing around he surveys the crowd for people who stand out.
When he has an opportunity, Kol will take a small pebble of mountain granite from a leather pouch. Holding it to his chest and then forehead, he says a short prayer to his god before dropping the pebble into the grave. “Ah Storm Lord, keep a seat for Urgon in your feasting hall by the fire to melt his icy bones, in your name Stronmaus: May the sun shine and the clouds roll with thunder”. Then he stands back with reverence.
Professor Lemony
From a distance, a small fairy looked to be watching over the funeral procession. She defiantly looked to not be from this land with translucent wings that one can barely spot the pattern from the speed in which they were flapped; akin to a bumblebee, with the strands of absolutely green hair that fell from underneath her very large-brimmed hat, her otherworldly pale skin that looked akin to that of a porcelain doll, as well as the very odd assortment of equipment she carried upon her person and her leather armor colored a very vibrant green. She was most defiantly some sort of traveler or adventurer, but from where...?
Fluttering over to the crowd and peering above the crowd, she can spot the frozen statue that was once Urgon Wenth. Leomony was not used to this cold so it took some time to learn how to fly in this sort of weather. Studying the crowd's emotions... this had to have been either an ice statue in remembrance of a dwarf many liked.... or THE dwarf many liked. Curious, the fairy professor lowered herself to one of the more quiet onlookers in the back.
"Pardon me, but I wish to inquire about the nature of this gathering. Is everything okay? If not is there anything I can do to assist?"
Seeing the colourful fluttering person arrive but decked out in adventurers’ trappings, Kol suppresses his first reaction to reach for his warhammer.
Nodding a hello as they approach, “Ah little one, it is a lowlanders custom, called a burial, they stick you in the ground… for the worms”. Nodding again in the direction of the open grave, “Urgon the dwarf is his name, a dark curse seems to have turned him to ice. I would much rather be on a funeral pyre than this. Nah, put me out for the wolves and remember me in tales.”
With an expression of openness in his face he turns, extending his hand and forearm toward the hovering person in greeting, “My name is Kolgrim ‘Storm Chaser’ of clan Lokanu. I don’t think I’ve met any of your kind before, what are you and where do you hail from?”
The machine would step towards both of their fellow adventurers, its eyes glowing a golden yellow. The machine was staggering large, standing well over 10 feet tall. Despite their size, it looked, cute? It looked like something out of a child's story, it being bright pink and littered with stars. That's what some parents might say, however. They push past members of the crowd, following a bizarre protocol that was programmed inside the hulking piece of metal.
In its hands, it carried a small piece of paper. Now finally catching up to the other people, it stares at the grave of the old dwarf. The machine was sadly able to comprehend the death of the man, but similarly to how a child would comprehend death. They let out a sad, yet high-pitched sound as it drops the paper into the grave, it sticking onto the corpse with an adhesive material. The paper read in fairly neat handwriting: 'Farewell. May your memories of glory carry on with you in the afterlife. With my old age, I won't live much longer. I hope to see you soon.' - Darrak. Darrak was the name of their inventor, from the words written, he seemed to know Urgon.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Lemony bows her head in solidarity. "A curse to turn you into a statue of ice... Well I certainly hope this curse isn't an absolute death-sentence and there is some sort of way to fix this mess! And pardon my manners, my name is Lemony, Professor of Creativity of the Feywild!" She'd extend a hand but her small hands would grip one of the goliath's fingers and shook, admiring the size. "You must be one of those giant-kin, am I correct, Kolgrim? And to answer your question, my kind are known as fairies."
Lemony's voice seemed a tad squeaky, but very quick and excited. Suddenly, hearing such a high-pitched sound the fairy would cringe from the noise. Looking in the direction to spot a giant machine, she quickly fluttered behind Kolgrim, peering at the new creature through her spectacles which were a bit clouded by the frost. "Now -THAT- is the biggest invention I've ever seen! Think it's dangerous Kolgrim?"
The machine glances back at the fairy, now hiding behind Kolgrim. Chumimi! The machine would screech. Then curiously, it would make a butterfly motion then would point to Lemony, seeming to question if they were a butterfly. Despite being a large hulking machine, they didn't seem to be any smarter or any more mature than a toddler. Their body then turns to face Kolgrim. They would kneel down, as a form of respect, their metallic skirt being covered in snow and ice. They then rise back up and point to the elderly dwarf's grave.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Noticing the size issue, he extends a finger to shake instead “It is nice to meet you Professor Lemony. You are definitely the first fairy I have met. I like your wings and colourfulness, it is nice to see at such a dark time”. “Yes I am a Goliath from the snowy mountains, there are not many of my kind around the lowlands either”.
Noticing another new visitor as it pushes through the somber crowd, especially as it’s taller than himself, Kolgrims hand twitches to his hammer. But seeing the construct’s mild mannerisms, he relaxes again. “Hmm, yes I did wonder but it looks to be harmless Professor, atleast for just now”.
Kol nods in respect to the kneeing construct. Extending his hand and forearm ”Greetings, my name is Kolgrim ‘Storm Chaser’ of clan Lokanu. You are a warforged correct?, I’ve never met one so tall…” looking up to look it in the eyes which is unusual for Goliaths.
After introductions, Kolgrim asks “I’d like to find out more about what happened to my friend, if you are all also interested, should we find someone in charge who knows more. Maybe the town guard have investigated his death? ”
OOC: (@Tommoboi - what pronouns does your character use, just so I get it right and don’t offend anyone.
@Stivali - I note yours are she/her correct?.
mine are he/him. Thanks)
"Well Chumimi to you as well Warforged!" Flittering her eyes, it'd slowly start to dawn on her the warforged was referring to her.... "Well yes! I can fly, though my name is Lemony! And... I'm sorry this happened, to you friend, and I would like to help you in this trying time if it is allowed. Best believe I am more than capable!" Lemony would flutter before Kolgrim, arms crossed and looking as serious as a creature like her can possibly can with her demeanor.
Becoming more comfortable with the warforged after Kolgrim's meeting and this one seemed to be very knowledgeable at recognizing friend and foe, Lemony starts to look to the elf behind them, bowing her head in greeting to Elro.
@Hades Yep, she goes by she/her
"Hey hey hey! I'm willing to help... I'm just waiting for these two large ones to get acquainted." She awkwardly chuckles. "Something as dangerous as this I certainly can't do alone!"
Silvia looks at the elf, “Excuse me. My name is Silvia. Did you say there was trouble somewhere?”
She gestures to the large halberd strapped to her back, ”If you need a capable fighter, I’d be happy to help.”
”Elro Aldataur, well met, I’m sorry my attention was sidetracked by finding a construct which is taller than me! How can we help to stop this danger you mention?”