After a nice day of honest, small time, mercenary work, you were having a fine celebration at one of the local taverns in Edinburgh, capital city of the kingdom of Pyctlund. 'Twas a night of raucous merriment and cheer that may have ended with a few bones broken here or there, but at the very least you have managed to survive and wake up the next morning. It's time for you to leave, to seek greener pastures and more work to be done.
So, you packed your things and left Edinburgh and went south, maybe even try to find work in one of the Keltic kingdoms if anybody was willing to hire a ragtag group of adventurers.
You consult your trusty map of Albion, updated to include the relatively new city of Signum de Aquila, and find that on your way south is a small town called Delving. You know little about this place save for what you have heard from other travelers. They talk about the iron mine that the town is known for as well as the local company that owns and manages it called the "Deepstone Mining & Iron Company". Not much else is known about this quaint and obscure township, but it is a point of well-needed rest for the rest of the journey south.
It has been a few days now since you left Edinburgh and it seems that you are nearing your destination. All the while, you engage with yourselves, passing the time while you travel...
And so the game starts! At this point, I'd like you all to just interact with one another, describe your characters, or just plain talk before you reach the town. Let's all have a good time!
As Rosado walks he whistles some old simple melody. One can hear low squeaks of his chain mail. You can see sings of wear all over it but it still does its job. It saves his live. Under the chain mail he wears red, quilted, thick hooded shirt.
From time to time he shrugs to fix position of his old brown backpack. His one and truly friend is bind to it. His wooden round shield (with metal frame). Sign of Skadi is painted on it (norse god of earth and mountains)
His trusty sword is bind to his thick brown belt. His crossbow "Lucky" hangs from the side of the backpack.
Rosado reaches one of his poaches. He takes one small hop (flower/vegetable you make beer with) and smell it .
"Aye..Spring...the worst part of year. Me tell ya rains, fogs...for sure springs are the worst. Me remember when my granny planted new hops seeds each spring. Aye old gods, new gods, good gods, evil gods, all will cover their ears. Me tell ya.."
Rosado takes a big breath, shrugs again and continues traveling
Half reading a book, half paying attention to the road, trudging along towards the back of the group is a rather portly dwarf, dressed in basic traveling clothes. Books, notes, and loose parchments are stuffed all over his person, looking as if they're all ready to fall out at any moment but never actually doing so.
Muttering to himself whenever he looks up to from the book to peer ahead at the road and the rest of his group.
"Why must these walks take so long? Its much easier to read and write while sitting down." He takes a moment to look back down at his book before looking back up to mutter some more. "Yes, but to find more information one must travel to where IT is"
Chuckling as he looks back down to the book, he continues following along with the group
A tall, blonde man walks at the front of the group, chain mail rattling softly. Contrary to Rosario, his chain mail is clean and well taken care of. The chain mail is covered front and back by a tabard bearing the symbol of Diancecht. He also carries a shield attached to his backpack, but instead of a sword, hanging from his belt is a long shaft of wood with a spiked steel ball at the top, one spike stretching longer then the others directly across from the haft.
Narstin walks in silence, though he is perfectly willing to talk to his companions if they engage him in conversation.
Half walking half skipping Fionn keeps pace with the party. "Ah tis a fine day it is" he says as much to the sky as anyone in particular. Dressed in brown and greens with well worn but well kept leather. The only real sign that he is a priest of The Dagda are the holy symbol hanging from his neck and the same symbol embroidered on the left shoulder of his armor. He looks to the sky again..."Aye this is the best way indeed"
He half stops when he sees Rosado smelling the hop. Gives a loud laugh and exclaims again to no one in particular. "Blessed be the beer makers for they bring much enjoyment"
Bayrith looks up from his book at Fionn's words. "Peculiar words to say" he tells Fionn with a scrutinizing glare. As he looks back down to his book, he gives a slight shrug and a barely audible grumble of words.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Maev Willowynd walks along singing to herself... Maev, who some call Mad Maev the Hedge Witch (Warlock), a true child of the forest (Gnome) brings up the rear of this assorted ragtag group mercenaries, the only mægþ (female) in the band. Petite and slender of form, with haunting pale blue eyes and long bright copper-red curls, --kissed by fire-- as some like to say... that cascades down her head like a waterfall of flame.
Most who gaze upon her especially at a distance are prone to mistake this wildling as a simple half-feral child but upon closer inspection its apparent that she is something altogether different. Dressed like a man, in forest browns and greens with well worn but ill-kept dirty protective stygian leathers. The exposed portions of her skin... hands, arms, and face, etc. covered with old partially faded tattoos of arcane symbols and ancient runes. Hanging from her hip... a rusted and pitted antediluvian dagger that has seen better days and a frayed leather-whip... on her back a small traveling pack.
Maev eyes dart about always wary and watchful as she spies the half-man Rosado reach into one of his pouches and takes out a single hop. Hidden under the curls of her hair... her ears twitch, as her eyes twinkle with impish glee. A smile crosses her face as she bends down and picks up a road apple and hurls it at the back of the dwarf's head and calls out to him. “If ye be thinking of doing some early planting, you'll be needing some fertilizer!”
Giggling... as she goes back to her song... playfully prepared to flee at the first sign of pursuit!
Players Note: Not intended as an act of violence/harm (throwing the road apple) against another player character but just a bit of good-natured mischief, to help kick things off, road-apple throw roll 2.
Fionn laughs at the toss..looks up into the air and exclaims . "Yes i agree that was well struck indeed" he then pulls out a flask and after making sure it was the correct one takes a swig. Skips to the front and asks. "Why so silent tall one. Tis a fine day tho i wish a tavern were neer"
Maev gives Fionn mock smile at his comment of the poor toss, "oh Fionn, you are most unkind to comment on a lady's aim... for shame! Besides the sun was in my eyes and that Rosado has the luck of the fey protecting him and spoiling my aim... why such as he deserves such favor is beyond my kin, perhaps they find the scent of ale on his breath most pleasing?"
Hearing the word tavern mentioned Maev hopes they might avoid a night sleeping on the cold earth later in the evening and enjoy a place indoors in front of a warm fire for a change.
"Oh you meant to hit him. My apologies dear Maev i thought the miss was intentional." he gives Maev a short bow with a wry smile. But the twinkle of mischief sparks in his eye
Bayrith also perks up at the possibility of a tavern. He races to the front almost tripping over a badly placed rock in the road. Stumbling up to Fionn and Narstin, he actually drops his book to his side and releases a torrent of questions at Narstin. "Narstin, have you been this way before? How much longer till town? Is the tavern well lit? Does it have comfortable chairs? Are the rooms......." he's cut off mid sentence as he trips again this time actually having to steady himself with his free hand.
Maev crosses her arms, her lips pouting as she stares up at Fionn, "oh what a cruel, cruel manling you be... to hurl hurtful wit at a fair flower such as I... then be so audacious to flash such a ruggedly handsome smile knowing my wee heart cannot resist its allure."
Bayrith almost drops his book during his stumble, but manages to save it from actually hitting the ground. Of course this sent him to the ground in the process. Picking himself up, all while grumbling, he catches back up to the front again to continue pestering Narstin about the up coming town.
He grabs onto a loose piece of Narstin's clothing giving a little tug while he asks again, this time switching from common to a very refined, and well accented Elvish.
"Narstin, I'm not asking much, just a nice tavern that is well lit. I came along with you all for a chance to gather more information for my studies. I help where I can, which is more than some I might add, and all I request is time to catch up on my studies every so often!"
He slows his pace noticing the dirt and mud on himself from his fall. Falling behind as he mutters some arcane words and flashes some symbols with his free hand.
His clothes swirl about in the midst of the group as the mud and dust disappear from his person, leaving himself nice and tidy. He smiles at himself while drifting back to the rear of the group, muttering to himself but not actually trying to be quiet about it.
"I joined with them to find more knowledge, I don't ask for much. Yes, everyone helps out, but I always seem to do more than the others." He sighs before continuing on. "Although, it has been a fruitful endeavor traveling with them so far. I guess I must continue and stay the course until such fruits are no longer forthcoming."
Fionn looks up at the road apple that seems to be following him. He smiles wide with eyes crinkling. "Brilliant". Takes out a flask looks at it. Switches it with his other one and takes a swig. While holding the flask to Maev
Narstin tries to help steady Bayrith as the dwarf keeps tripping over his own feet, then looks at Fionn. Just lost in my thoughts, though I agree a tavern would be a welcome sight. He looks back to where Bayrith is drifting towards the rear of the group again and raises his voice enough to be easily heard by the dwarf. Aye, I've been this way before, but not for many years now. I do seem to recall the next town along the way having a rather comfortable tavern though, now that I think of it. I can't say I quite recall how far we still have to go, though.
Maev merely shakes her head and gestures... then scowls at Fionn, "what road apple... you are just no fun at all, surely some tavern wench has told you this a time or two I suspect," She then accepts the flask offered and takes and swig and hands it back to Fionn then turns to Rosado, her pale blue eye narrowing.
"Red-headed lad indeed is it, then I reckon Rosado that this lad even without stem or in your case... stump is twice the man you are,"Mad Maev holds up two outstretched fingers to her lips... sticking out her tongue between them with a quick serpent-like motion... before falling into a laughing fit, motioning for Fionn to give her another drink from the flask.
As you talk and walk a bit furtheryou start to spot something in the distance. It looks like a collection of loosely built yet sturdy wooden houses, some of which have chimneys with a steady stream of grey smoke. As you get closer, there's something... wrong about the entire place. As if there's a heavy fog that you can't see that surrounds the entire place.
If anybody wants to make a Perception check to notice anything else, you may do so.
After a nice day of honest, small time, mercenary work, you were having a fine celebration at one of the local taverns in Edinburgh, capital city of the kingdom of Pyctlund. 'Twas a night of raucous merriment and cheer that may have ended with a few bones broken here or there, but at the very least you have managed to survive and wake up the next morning. It's time for you to leave, to seek greener pastures and more work to be done.
So, you packed your things and left Edinburgh and went south, maybe even try to find work in one of the Keltic kingdoms if anybody was willing to hire a ragtag group of adventurers.
You consult your trusty map of Albion, updated to include the relatively new city of Signum de Aquila, and find that on your way south is a small town called Delving. You know little about this place save for what you have heard from other travelers. They talk about the iron mine that the town is known for as well as the local company that owns and manages it called the "Deepstone Mining & Iron Company". Not much else is known about this quaint and obscure township, but it is a point of well-needed rest for the rest of the journey south.
It has been a few days now since you left Edinburgh and it seems that you are nearing your destination. All the while, you engage with yourselves, passing the time while you travel...
And so the game starts! At this point, I'd like you all to just interact with one another, describe your characters, or just plain talk before you reach the town. Let's all have a good time!
As Rosado walks he whistles some old simple melody. One can hear low squeaks of his chain mail. You can see sings of wear all over it but it still does its job. It saves his live. Under the chain mail he wears red, quilted, thick hooded shirt.
From time to time he shrugs to fix position of his old brown backpack. His one and truly friend is bind to it. His wooden round shield (with metal frame). Sign of Skadi is painted on it (norse god of earth and mountains)
His trusty sword is bind to his thick brown belt. His crossbow "Lucky" hangs from the side of the backpack.
Rosado reaches one of his poaches. He takes one small hop (flower/vegetable you make beer with) and smell it .
"Aye..Spring...the worst part of year. Me tell ya rains, fogs...for sure springs are the worst. Me remember when my granny planted new hops seeds each spring. Aye old gods, new gods, good gods, evil gods, all will cover their ears. Me tell ya.."
Rosado takes a big breath, shrugs again and continues traveling
Half reading a book, half paying attention to the road, trudging along towards the back of the group is a rather portly dwarf, dressed in basic traveling clothes. Books, notes, and loose parchments are stuffed all over his person, looking as if they're all ready to fall out at any moment but never actually doing so.
Muttering to himself whenever he looks up to from the book to peer ahead at the road and the rest of his group.
"Why must these walks take so long? Its much easier to read and write while sitting down." He takes a moment to look back down at his book before looking back up to mutter some more. "Yes, but to find more information one must travel to where IT is"
Chuckling as he looks back down to the book, he continues following along with the group
A tall, blonde man walks at the front of the group, chain mail rattling softly. Contrary to Rosario, his chain mail is clean and well taken care of. The chain mail is covered front and back by a tabard bearing the symbol of Diancecht. He also carries a shield attached to his backpack, but instead of a sword, hanging from his belt is a long shaft of wood with a spiked steel ball at the top, one spike stretching longer then the others directly across from the haft.
Narstin walks in silence, though he is perfectly willing to talk to his companions if they engage him in conversation.
Half walking half skipping Fionn keeps pace with the party. "Ah tis a fine day it is" he says as much to the sky as anyone in particular. Dressed in brown and greens with well worn but well kept leather. The only real sign that he is a priest of The Dagda are the holy symbol hanging from his neck and the same symbol embroidered on the left shoulder of his armor. He looks to the sky again..."Aye this is the best way indeed"
He half stops when he sees Rosado smelling the hop. Gives a loud laugh and exclaims again to no one in particular. "Blessed be the beer makers for they bring much enjoyment"
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Bayrith looks up from his book at Fionn's words. "Peculiar words to say" he tells Fionn with a scrutinizing glare. As he looks back down to his book, he gives a slight shrug and a barely audible grumble of words.
Maev Willowynd walks along singing to herself... Maev, who some call Mad Maev the Hedge Witch (Warlock), a true child of the forest (Gnome) brings up the rear of this assorted ragtag group mercenaries, the only mægþ (female) in the band. Petite and slender of form, with haunting pale blue eyes and long bright copper-red curls, --kissed by fire-- as some like to say... that cascades down her head like a waterfall of flame.
Most who gaze upon her especially at a distance are prone to mistake this wildling as a simple half-feral child but upon closer inspection its apparent that she is something altogether different. Dressed like a man, in forest browns and greens with well worn but ill-kept dirty protective stygian leathers. The exposed portions of her skin... hands, arms, and face, etc. covered with old partially faded tattoos of arcane symbols and ancient runes. Hanging from her hip... a rusted and pitted antediluvian dagger that has seen better days and a frayed leather-whip... on her back a small traveling pack.
Maev eyes dart about always wary and watchful as she spies the half-man Rosado reach into one of his pouches and takes out a single hop. Hidden under the curls of her hair... her ears twitch, as her eyes twinkle with impish glee. A smile crosses her face as she bends down and picks up a road apple and hurls it at the back of the dwarf's head and calls out to him. “If ye be thinking of doing some early planting, you'll be needing some fertilizer!”
Giggling... as she goes back to her song... playfully prepared to flee at the first sign of pursuit!
Players Note: Not intended as an act of violence/harm (throwing the road apple) against another player character but just a bit of good-natured mischief, to help kick things off, road-apple throw roll 2.
Fionn laughs at the toss..looks up into the air and exclaims . "Yes i agree that was well struck indeed" he then pulls out a flask and after making sure it was the correct one takes a swig. Skips to the front and asks. "Why so silent tall one. Tis a fine day tho i wish a tavern were neer"
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Maev gives Fionn mock smile at his comment of the poor toss, "oh Fionn, you are most unkind to comment on a lady's aim... for shame! Besides the sun was in my eyes and that Rosado has the luck of the fey protecting him and spoiling my aim... why such as he deserves such favor is beyond my kin, perhaps they find the scent of ale on his breath most pleasing?"
Hearing the word tavern mentioned Maev hopes they might avoid a night sleeping on the cold earth later in the evening and enjoy a place indoors in front of a warm fire for a change.
"Oh you meant to hit him. My apologies dear Maev i thought the miss was intentional." he gives Maev a short bow with a wry smile. But the twinkle of mischief sparks in his eye
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Bayrith also perks up at the possibility of a tavern. He races to the front almost tripping over a badly placed rock in the road. Stumbling up to Fionn and Narstin, he actually drops his book to his side and releases a torrent of questions at Narstin. "Narstin, have you been this way before? How much longer till town? Is the tavern well lit? Does it have comfortable chairs? Are the rooms......." he's cut off mid sentence as he trips again this time actually having to steady himself with his free hand.
Maev crosses her arms, her lips pouting as she stares up at Fionn, "oh what a cruel, cruel manling you be... to hurl hurtful wit at a fair flower such as I... then be so audacious to flash such a ruggedly handsome smile knowing my wee heart cannot resist its allure."
Rosado continues: "Fuggle hops, Goldings hops, Mountain hops me tell ya.."
As the apple shoots into the air (ooc: i know it miss)
"Shiver me Timbers! Aye redhair lad! What was that for?! Aye you want me to put that rotten gem on my Lucky instead of bolt?"
Rosado cleans his brown-redish beard out of the flying apple leftowers and makes few grumpy sounds
"I hope they will have better beer then in the last inn"
[OOC: poor quality of beer in previous inn did not stop Rosado from drinking 10 pints of it]
"Aye holly boy what is on your mind?"
Bayrith almost drops his book during his stumble, but manages to save it from actually hitting the ground. Of course this sent him to the ground in the process. Picking himself up, all while grumbling, he catches back up to the front again to continue pestering Narstin about the up coming town.
He grabs onto a loose piece of Narstin's clothing giving a little tug while he asks again, this time switching from common to a very refined, and well accented Elvish.
"Narstin, I'm not asking much, just a nice tavern that is well lit. I came along with you all for a chance to gather more information for my studies. I help where I can, which is more than some I might add, and all I request is time to catch up on my studies every so often!"
He slows his pace noticing the dirt and mud on himself from his fall. Falling behind as he mutters some arcane words and flashes some symbols with his free hand.
cast:Prestidigitation
His clothes swirl about in the midst of the group as the mud and dust disappear from his person, leaving himself nice and tidy. He smiles at himself while drifting back to the rear of the group, muttering to himself but not actually trying to be quiet about it.
"I joined with them to find more knowledge, I don't ask for much. Yes, everyone helps out, but I always seem to do more than the others." He sighs before continuing on. "Although, it has been a fruitful endeavor traveling with them so far. I guess I must continue and stay the course until such fruits are no longer forthcoming."
Fionn looks up at the road apple that seems to be following him. He smiles wide with eyes crinkling. "Brilliant". Takes out a flask looks at it. Switches it with his other one and takes a swig. While holding the flask to Maev
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Narstin tries to help steady Bayrith as the dwarf keeps tripping over his own feet, then looks at Fionn. Just lost in my thoughts, though I agree a tavern would be a welcome sight. He looks back to where Bayrith is drifting towards the rear of the group again and raises his voice enough to be easily heard by the dwarf. Aye, I've been this way before, but not for many years now. I do seem to recall the next town along the way having a rather comfortable tavern though, now that I think of it. I can't say I quite recall how far we still have to go, though.
Maev merely shakes her head and gestures... then scowls at Fionn, "what road apple... you are just no fun at all, surely some tavern wench has told you this a time or two I suspect," She then accepts the flask offered and takes and swig and hands it back to Fionn then turns to Rosado, her pale blue eye narrowing.
"Red-headed lad indeed is it, then I reckon Rosado that this lad even without stem or in your case... stump is twice the man you are," Mad Maev holds up two outstretched fingers to her lips... sticking out her tongue between them with a quick serpent-like motion... before falling into a laughing fit, motioning for Fionn to give her another drink from the flask.
As you talk and walk a bit furtheryou start to spot something in the distance. It looks like a collection of loosely built yet sturdy wooden houses, some of which have chimneys with a steady stream of grey smoke. As you get closer, there's something... wrong about the entire place. As if there's a heavy fog that you can't see that surrounds the entire place.
If anybody wants to make a Perception check to notice anything else, you may do so.
Rosado to Maev in a grumpy but friendly manner "Aye, aye when it comes to dinner me for sure is smaller twice then you trfile"
He turns his head in direction of the buldings
"Bloody, me tell ya something is not right here"
Perception 20
Bayrith, hearing Rosado's comment about the town, looks up from his book at the building tops up ahead.
"Yes, I will tell you whats wrong, we're not in a nice tavern yet!"
He quickens his pace, now that his goal is so near, beginning to outpace even the long legs of Narstin.
"Come now all, we mustn't dawdle!"