We open our story on the Quadroads just outside the Slayer's Take. You have come here in the early morning hours to meet other party members tasked to collect the Wintermarsh debt. It's a gloomy mid-winter day, snow however has given way to slush. The streets are cold and highly unwelcoming with few people. Those who are out you do see are moving quickly through the horrible weather and going about their business. You are sure this will make your new companions easy to spot but you make sure you're standing awaiting the people that Nasser has described will help you with your task. You only hope they prove to be to your liking as much as your benefit.
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Blitz Thunderbrand from a distance looks like most other dwarves short, but not as short as a halflings or gnome, and pretty sturdy. However as you get closer there are certain details that stick out to you. He has short black hair that’s tied back into a bun. His black beard is groomed and styled into a singal braid that reaches to his chest. He is quite pale and has a hook nose and green eyes. Looking at him you don’t spot any weapons however he is wearing hide armor that looks like it’s never seen a single speck of dust. Strangely he carries no weapons but they might be in the travelers sack he carries.
As Blitz waits for the others to arrive he is standing under a balcony in order to protect himself from the rain.
Why doesn’t everyone live under the mountains? Why would you want to deal with this rain? It nearly soaked my book on the way here?
Blitz thinks as he is thumbing through his book. Suddenly he looks up and sees who he assumes is his companions for the venture
“Well, I guess it would have been too much to ask for some fellow dwarves on this task but I guess you’ll do. You may call me Lord Blitz Thunderbrand. Lord Thunderbrand or My Lord will suffice. Now tell me who do I have the pleasure of working with today?“
As he speaks he definitely has a Kraghammer accent which can sometimes make some words harder to understand but he obviously had some training in repressing the accent for clarity sake. He also speaks to everyone very slowly as if he isn’t sure thet they understand him. His tone is very posh but also sarcastic and with an air that he is better than everyone else.
Folk walked to the meeting place with a pleasant smile and a musical beat in his step, the rain providing a soothing rhythm that he found inspiration in to sing a soft traveling song in his native draconic, the tune senseless and plain but with a folksy hospitality. This oddity betrayed him however as his black scales caused many to give him a wide berth, the stigma of the heritage lingering in the minds of many especially after the Chroma Conclaves attack. He perked up at the sound of a gruff dwarven tongue speaking in a rather refined accent and he turned to face the origin of the voice.
Close up Folk was a very slight and short Dragonborn with black scales and strangely absent of a tale, he wore dapper traveling clothes of a minstrels sort and hand a small drum belted to his side that was covered by his cloak. The hood of his cloak was pulled up to protect his head from the rain and as he stepped under the balcony to meet with the dwarf he pulled it down and revealed face paint that highlighted his features and allowed him to be more expressive to other races.
"Good day to you Lord Thunderbrand, it is certainly a pleasant surprise to know I will be working with a member of Dwarven elite, I believe this will be fodder for an excellent tale." he smiled brightly, the paints on his scales making it evident he was pleased and surprised to meet the dwarf "I am Paganus Canto, of Draconia, however i have found most prefer to refer to me by my pen name of Folk, please I encourage you to address me as you are comfortable" he had a voice that was a little rough and husky, but he spoke with cheer and intelligence, his latent charm shining through as a goodnatured, if naive lad
The sound of Ranla's armor made it to the meeting place long before she did. Anybody curious enough to look for the source of this sound would find a young half-orc woman with long, black hair, looking out of place in a suit of armor that would be more fitting for a proper soldier, perhaps even a knight, with a shield and longsword strapped to her back, and a dagger at her hip. Truly, the girl looked more suited to be a barbarian, like much of her kin; tall, muscular, and a resting expression of anger accentuated by her protruding lower teeth. But perhaps the most out-of-place thing about her was the book she carried with her. People tend to be surprised to learn she could read at all, and usually don't believe her when she tells them what she reads about. But she is not just another stupid, brutish half-orc. At least, not anymore.
She saw the group of people she could only assume were her temporary traveling companions. She approached them, and listened as they introduced themselves. She was instantly put off by... LORD Thunderbrand's high-and-mighty attitude, but did her best to disguise her disdain by miming wiping her hair from her face. Don't worry, she told herself. It was only a temporary thing, and at least the dragonborn seemed kind enough.
"My name is Ranla," she said, and suddenly realized it had been quite a while since she actually introduced herself to anyone, so the words came out more as a statement than as an introduction. "No last name."
Just as Ranla finished her short introduction, a figure silently emerged from the shadow of one of the nearby buildings. A lithe, yet muscular human male with dark brown skin and bright blue tattoos covering his left arm and his forehead emerges. He gazes at the faces of the group with his icy blue eyes, before quietly introducing himself. "I am Ezekiel, and while I also have no last name, some call me Truthseeker, after my order." You quickly notice the blue and white colours he is wearing over his chainmail. "Some of my previous travel companions called me Zeek. I am a simple man, and however you refer to me, as long as you treat me with respect, I shall follow you".
He doesn't mention that he had been watching the others arrive for a while, trying to gauge them. Ezekiel is no friend of nobles, but maybe Blitz shared his love of knowledge. Ezekiel had never seen a dragonborn before and was definitely intrigued by Folk. As for Ranla, her simple and common-sense style appeals to him.
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Ezekiel, seemingly suddenly realising that he was still standing in the rain, moved under the roof, in front of the building that served as shelter to his companions.
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Folk was surprised by the gathering of strong looking individuals, arcane practitioners and martial masters alike, along with men of faith, certainly this was shaping up to be a powerful assembly. He looked to Ranla and grinned "A title can be as telling as pedigree, may I ask if a great deed has marked you, Dame Ranla?" he kept a formal and inquisitive tone trying to drink everything in.
As Ezekiel introduced himself Folk smiled and upon his inquiry the dragonborn responds "I suppose I belong to the order off Taleseeker, pun not intended" he joked softly and admitted "I have come to Vasselheim to find great heroes, to tell their tale, perhaps in time become like them" his voice had fond weight to it as he looked to the Stone Titan that loomed over the city, knowing it was his heroes that stopped that dreaded doom.
The group hears a hawker calling out his wares. He has firewood and peat, fuel for the coming winter night, for sale. He pauses just in front of the group hauling his chart by hand. The old wooden chart gets stuck in a rut in the cobblestone just outside where the party as assembled. The merchant, an elderly human man, pulls hard to free it but to no avail. Groaning loudly enough for all of you to hear he seems to be making more noise than necessary as if wordlessly asking for help.
The air around the group is tense. Beside the fuel merchant the party is gaining looks from the people who are braving the wet and the cold as you linger outside the Take.
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Zeek steps out into the rain, and, grabbing the cart with both hands, begins to lift it up, trying to help the man.
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Folk looks to the man struggling and a twinkle comes to his eye and smiling softly he casts magic into his words and sends to the man "youre stronger than you think" the inspiration filling the man and giving him the strength to move his cart by himself and feel stronger and full of life
(ooc: Using Bardic inspiration to help the old man feel stronger and more capable)
OOC: Good thought Folk but you can't inspiring NPCs. Party members sure but NPCs I am going to say no.
The old man thanks the tattooed man with a curt nod. "I think I am getting too old for this task but I have no one else," he explains with a sigh. "Are you here to join the Take," he then asks curiously looking form Zeek to the party before returning his gaze to Zeek. "I haven't seen you around have I?"
"Maybe in a previous life, wise one." Zeek nods to the man, satisfied with having lifted the cart out of the rut, and returns to the group. "As per the Take, I'm more of the giving sort."
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"I have heard of the slayers take, its mentioned fondly in the Tale of Vox Machina" Folk Pipes up gently as he moves to them "I cannot say that I am here to join presently though I think with time I would be ready and enjoy the challenge, in reality we are all here to meet for a job, at least from my understanding that is" he elaborates
Well even though they aren’t dwarves he did manage to get people with a variety of skills. That half-orc can keep them busy in melee, the Cleric can patch him up and possible keep his own in melee, this Dragonborn seems like he has a variety of skills that can possibly cover the others weakness, and then me; I’ll blast whatever gets in out way.
When the old man with the cart arrives Blitz makes no effort to help him.
Okay, we’re all here now what. Are we suppose to meet Nasser again or just start looking for this Wintermarsh on our own.
Not caring for this rain anymore or this conversation with the old man Blitz heads to the least dingy looking Tavern that he can see. He doesn’t stop to see if anyone is following him.
The old man follows the dwarf with his eyes but he listens to Ranks curiously.
"If you're not here to join them then I wouldn't suggest lingering here," he adds pointing to the spot the party is standing. "What are you looking for," he asks looking to Zeek as if he's eager to attempt to help the man who helped him.
Zeek is shifting somewhat uncomfortably. "Well, wise one, my dwarven friend here is in search of an establishment providing adult entertainment. The sort of place where wealth and standing speak more than manners, if you catch my drift." He glances at Blitz, curious to see what reaction his comment would spark.
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"Let's just say they're not the welcome wagon," the old man replies to the half-orc. "What's your business if it isn't with the Take," he asks next eyeing the direction the dwarf is still headed away from the group.
Blitz the tavern you approach has a pair of leather boots hanging from a vacant sign post. The windows are dimly lit from the inside and as you near the front door a man comes out smoking a pipe barring your entry with his large hulking mass.
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We open our story on the Quadroads just outside the Slayer's Take. You have come here in the early morning hours to meet other party members tasked to collect the Wintermarsh debt. It's a gloomy mid-winter day, snow however has given way to slush. The streets are cold and highly unwelcoming with few people. Those who are out you do see are moving quickly through the horrible weather and going about their business. You are sure this will make your new companions easy to spot but you make sure you're standing awaiting the people that Nasser has described will help you with your task. You only hope they prove to be to your liking as much as your benefit.
*Please keep out of character posts on the thread to a minimum. If out of character posts are necessary please emphasis it with OOC 'out of character' before you post.**
**Roleplaying is highly encouraged**
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Blitz Thunderbrand from a distance looks like most other dwarves short, but not as short as a halflings or gnome, and pretty sturdy. However as you get closer there are certain details that stick out to you. He has short black hair that’s tied back into a bun. His black beard is groomed and styled into a singal braid that reaches to his chest. He is quite pale and has a hook nose and green eyes. Looking at him you don’t spot any weapons however he is wearing hide armor that looks like it’s never seen a single speck of dust. Strangely he carries no weapons but they might be in the travelers sack he carries.
As Blitz waits for the others to arrive he is standing under a balcony in order to protect himself from the rain.
Why doesn’t everyone live under the mountains? Why would you want to deal with this rain? It nearly soaked my book on the way here?
Blitz thinks as he is thumbing through his book. Suddenly he looks up and sees who he assumes is his companions for the venture
“Well, I guess it would have been too much to ask for some fellow dwarves on this task but I guess you’ll do. You may call me Lord Blitz Thunderbrand. Lord Thunderbrand or My Lord will suffice. Now tell me who do I have the pleasure of working with today?“
As he speaks he definitely has a Kraghammer accent which can sometimes make some words harder to understand but he obviously had some training in repressing the accent for clarity sake. He also speaks to everyone very slowly as if he isn’t sure thet they understand him. His tone is very posh but also sarcastic and with an air that he is better than everyone else.
Folk walked to the meeting place with a pleasant smile and a musical beat in his step, the rain providing a soothing rhythm that he found inspiration in to sing a soft traveling song in his native draconic, the tune senseless and plain but with a folksy hospitality. This oddity betrayed him however as his black scales caused many to give him a wide berth, the stigma of the heritage lingering in the minds of many especially after the Chroma Conclaves attack. He perked up at the sound of a gruff dwarven tongue speaking in a rather refined accent and he turned to face the origin of the voice.
Close up Folk was a very slight and short Dragonborn with black scales and strangely absent of a tale, he wore dapper traveling clothes of a minstrels sort and hand a small drum belted to his side that was covered by his cloak. The hood of his cloak was pulled up to protect his head from the rain and as he stepped under the balcony to meet with the dwarf he pulled it down and revealed face paint that highlighted his features and allowed him to be more expressive to other races.
"Good day to you Lord Thunderbrand, it is certainly a pleasant surprise to know I will be working with a member of Dwarven elite, I believe this will be fodder for an excellent tale." he smiled brightly, the paints on his scales making it evident he was pleased and surprised to meet the dwarf "I am Paganus Canto, of Draconia, however i have found most prefer to refer to me by my pen name of Folk, please I encourage you to address me as you are comfortable" he had a voice that was a little rough and husky, but he spoke with cheer and intelligence, his latent charm shining through as a goodnatured, if naive lad
The sound of Ranla's armor made it to the meeting place long before she did. Anybody curious enough to look for the source of this sound would find a young half-orc woman with long, black hair, looking out of place in a suit of armor that would be more fitting for a proper soldier, perhaps even a knight, with a shield and longsword strapped to her back, and a dagger at her hip. Truly, the girl looked more suited to be a barbarian, like much of her kin; tall, muscular, and a resting expression of anger accentuated by her protruding lower teeth. But perhaps the most out-of-place thing about her was the book she carried with her. People tend to be surprised to learn she could read at all, and usually don't believe her when she tells them what she reads about. But she is not just another stupid, brutish half-orc. At least, not anymore.
She saw the group of people she could only assume were her temporary traveling companions. She approached them, and listened as they introduced themselves. She was instantly put off by... LORD Thunderbrand's high-and-mighty attitude, but did her best to disguise her disdain by miming wiping her hair from her face. Don't worry, she told herself. It was only a temporary thing, and at least the dragonborn seemed kind enough.
"My name is Ranla," she said, and suddenly realized it had been quite a while since she actually introduced herself to anyone, so the words came out more as a statement than as an introduction. "No last name."
Ranla, Half-Orc Fighter 3 (Eldritch Knight) - In the Shadows of a Stone Titan
Just as Ranla finished her short introduction, a figure silently emerged from the shadow of one of the nearby buildings. A lithe, yet muscular human male with dark brown skin and bright blue tattoos covering his left arm and his forehead emerges. He gazes at the faces of the group with his icy blue eyes, before quietly introducing himself. "I am Ezekiel, and while I also have no last name, some call me Truthseeker, after my order." You quickly notice the blue and white colours he is wearing over his chainmail. "Some of my previous travel companions called me Zeek. I am a simple man, and however you refer to me, as long as you treat me with respect, I shall follow you".
He doesn't mention that he had been watching the others arrive for a while, trying to gauge them. Ezekiel is no friend of nobles, but maybe Blitz shared his love of knowledge. Ezekiel had never seen a dragonborn before and was definitely intrigued by Folk. As for Ranla, her simple and common-sense style appeals to him.
Suddenly aware of the fact that he had spent the better part of a minute looking over the assembled crew before him, he added. "The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter. What brings you all to Vasselheim?"
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Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Ezekiel, seemingly suddenly realising that he was still standing in the rain, moved under the roof, in front of the building that served as shelter to his companions.
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Folk was surprised by the gathering of strong looking individuals, arcane practitioners and martial masters alike, along with men of faith, certainly this was shaping up to be a powerful assembly. He looked to Ranla and grinned "A title can be as telling as pedigree, may I ask if a great deed has marked you, Dame Ranla?" he kept a formal and inquisitive tone trying to drink everything in.
As Ezekiel introduced himself Folk smiled and upon his inquiry the dragonborn responds "I suppose I belong to the order off Taleseeker, pun not intended" he joked softly and admitted "I have come to Vasselheim to find great heroes, to tell their tale, perhaps in time become like them" his voice had fond weight to it as he looked to the Stone Titan that loomed over the city, knowing it was his heroes that stopped that dreaded doom.
The group hears a hawker calling out his wares. He has firewood and peat, fuel for the coming winter night, for sale. He pauses just in front of the group hauling his chart by hand. The old wooden chart gets stuck in a rut in the cobblestone just outside where the party as assembled. The merchant, an elderly human man, pulls hard to free it but to no avail. Groaning loudly enough for all of you to hear he seems to be making more noise than necessary as if wordlessly asking for help.
The air around the group is tense. Beside the fuel merchant the party is gaining looks from the people who are braving the wet and the cold as you linger outside the Take.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Zeek steps out into the rain, and, grabbing the cart with both hands, begins to lift it up, trying to help the man.
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Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Folk looks to the man struggling and a twinkle comes to his eye and smiling softly he casts magic into his words and sends to the man "youre stronger than you think" the inspiration filling the man and giving him the strength to move his cart by himself and feel stronger and full of life
(ooc: Using Bardic inspiration to help the old man feel stronger and more capable)
OOC: Good thought Folk but you can't inspiring NPCs. Party members sure but NPCs I am going to say no.
The old man thanks the tattooed man with a curt nod. "I think I am getting too old for this task but I have no one else," he explains with a sigh. "Are you here to join the Take," he then asks curiously looking form Zeek to the party before returning his gaze to Zeek. "I haven't seen you around have I?"
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"Maybe in a previous life, wise one." Zeek nods to the man, satisfied with having lifted the cart out of the rut, and returns to the group. "As per the Take, I'm more of the giving sort."
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Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
"You're clever," the old man says wryly to Zeek. "But really are you here, any of you here," he asks looking at the party, "to join up," he then asks.
Another chilly dizzle starts to fall on the group, shelter is near by in the from of several taverns in view of the Take.
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"I have heard of the slayers take, its mentioned fondly in the Tale of Vox Machina" Folk Pipes up gently as he moves to them "I cannot say that I am here to join presently though I think with time I would be ready and enjoy the challenge, in reality we are all here to meet for a job, at least from my understanding that is" he elaborates
Ranla scoffs when Folk calls her "Dame."
"Haven't had a title in a while. Though some used to call me 'the Badger.'"
To the old man, she responds, "I have heard of the Take, but I do not believe I will find what I seek by joining. Perhaps someday, but not today."
(OOC: rewound a bit to respond to Folk's question, hope that is going to be okay)
Ranla, Half-Orc Fighter 3 (Eldritch Knight) - In the Shadows of a Stone Titan
Blitz looks around and thinks to himself
Well even though they aren’t dwarves he did manage to get people with a variety of skills. That half-orc can keep them busy in melee, the Cleric can patch him up and possible keep his own in melee, this Dragonborn seems like he has a variety of skills that can possibly cover the others weakness, and then me; I’ll blast whatever gets in out way.
When the old man with the cart arrives Blitz makes no effort to help him.
Okay, we’re all here now what. Are we suppose to meet Nasser again or just start looking for this Wintermarsh on our own.
Not caring for this rain anymore or this conversation with the old man Blitz heads to the least dingy looking Tavern that he can see. He doesn’t stop to see if anyone is following him.
The old man follows the dwarf with his eyes but he listens to Ranks curiously.
"If you're not here to join them then I wouldn't suggest lingering here," he adds pointing to the spot the party is standing. "What are you looking for," he asks looking to Zeek as if he's eager to attempt to help the man who helped him.
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Zeek is shifting somewhat uncomfortably. "Well, wise one, my dwarven friend here is in search of an establishment providing adult entertainment. The sort of place where wealth and standing speak more than manners, if you catch my drift." He glances at Blitz, curious to see what reaction his comment would spark.
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Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
(OOC: New nickname, same player)
Ranla raised an eyebrow at the man. "What would happen if we linger without joining?"
Ranla, Half-Orc Fighter 3 (Eldritch Knight) - In the Shadows of a Stone Titan
"Let's just say they're not the welcome wagon," the old man replies to the half-orc. "What's your business if it isn't with the Take," he asks next eyeing the direction the dwarf is still headed away from the group.
Blitz the tavern you approach has a pair of leather boots hanging from a vacant sign post. The windows are dimly lit from the inside and as you near the front door a man comes out smoking a pipe barring your entry with his large hulking mass.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.