OOC: If you have any questions about the mythology or anything, just ask.
Narration: Last winter was unusually long and brutal. Most days, the snow was piled up high enough to block the doors of your homes, forcing you to spend most of your days indoors. There was barely enough food to go around. When the first flowers of spring started to bud, the people rejoiced. The village elder and druid called for a celebration to be held on the night of the first full moon of spring.
When the night arrived, a feast was set up in the center of the village, with enough food to feed everyone, unlike the winter that had just passed. Musicians took up their instruments, and the people danced wherever there was room.
DM: Give a brief description of your characters, and answer these questions. How did you guys survive the winter, and what are you doing during the celebration? If you are not originally from this town, why are you here?
Godrick is a tall man compared to most other men. He carries a walking staff with him, don’t let that distract you from the heavy crossbow he keeps with him. Black dreadlocked hair to shoulders length and tan weathered skin. Usually a nomad he struck a deal with some families in town exchanging shelter for his skills to forage and hunt for food. Having plenty of experience living on his own in the wilderness. He decided to stay with the town to celebrate before contemplating moving on.
Sitting at a table near a group of dancers, a dwarf sways back and forth in time with the music. At just over four feet tall, the dwarf's legs hover above the ground. He has a broad smile surrounded by an unkempt red beard. A grey hood is pulled over his pale scalp, hiding his bald head while not obscuring his facial features. Having gone without strong drink for most of the difficult winter, Brytros Morigak has been over-indulging at this celebration to make up for lost time. While some had found the talents of a wizard useful during the cold months, most had not, and the odd jobs he could find had not been very lucrative. He had been spending the majority of his time scouring the village for tomes that could aid him in uncovering the secrets of the world. Brytros hasn't made up his mind on his next destination, but knows that he will be moving on from this village soon to continue his never-ending quest for knowledge.
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DM | Tyranny of Dragons Jank-Dank | Forest Gnome Ranger | The Labyrinth
Harm sat at the edge of the firelight, his steely eyes reflecting the flickering glow as he stared absentmindedly into the flames. His fingers traced a pattern on the table as he thought of the passing months. The cruel winter had done little to dampen the spirits of the townsfolk; it was good to see them celebrate its end. He had survived the bitter cold months working in the temple, deciphering runic texts in exchange for scraps of food. Now that the frost was finally breaking, he had decided it was time to move on. To where, he was still unsure...
Ufen is a good fellow has a short sword holders and is reading a book on adverisum by the fire place, he has a sarce on his left eye from a bear in the winter and almost lost his life by that bear and has its skull hanging at the door. Now waiting for the gods for his next institutions
After a couple of hours of festivities, the village elder and druid, Orm Mudlake, approaches the center of the celebration, and calls in his old, withering voice.
Orm: "Hello everybody! Words do not express how delighted I was when I first spied the signs of spring, chirping birds, sprouting plants, even the sun itself. But I must confess, as I was sitting in my cottage, I feared it was upon us."
The crowd mumbles with each other in confusion, not sure what the old man was trying to say. To break the half silence, he yells.
Orm: Fimblewinter! The first sign of Ragnarök! Three years of nothing but winter. Luckily, the spring did come, but I still fear it is close. I believe the gods are trying to tell us so. During the winter, they even spoke to me. They told me four wanderers would stop here. One of the raven, one of Svartálfaheimrwith, one that is no stranger to the gods, and one from a far out land. I believe they are among us. If you are here, please step forward!"
As he finishes his speech, the people start to look around, searching for whoever Orm could be talking about.
DM: Do you approach, or try to hide among the townsfolk?
The druid's words rouse Brytros from his stupor. The word Svartálfaheimrwith resonates with him and stirs memories of the banished dwarvish enclave he used to call home. Curiosity piqued, he drops out of his chair and slowly tramps through the crowd until coming to a rest and standing still before the druid. Eye's still slightly clouded from the ale he had been consuming all evening, Brytros begins staring at Orm with a quizzical expression on his face.
Harm steps forward at the mention of the raven. He glances toward Orm quizzically, pulling back his cloak to reveal a small raven shaped pendant which hangs from a braided leather strap around his neck.
"I'm listening, elder." He says in a gravelly voice.
(I'm so sorry for how long it has taken me to respond. I have not had internet for a couple of days.)
As the druid pats you all on the back, he says,
Orm: Ah, such mighty looking heroes. Yes, yes. I can see why the gods have chosen you. Unfortunately, they have not told me much. All that I know is that you are to travel to the Freya's Palm, the tallest tree in the forest west of the village, and to Njord's Maw, the cave on the coast east of the village. They said you will find what you need there."
Godrick bends down and picks up some grass. After tossing it into the air and watching where the wind takes it. He says “we’re upwind going west, less likely to be surprised by predators. I believe we should go to Freya’s palm first. But will let the decision rest with the group.“.
Brytros looks around at the others who had also stepped forward before staring up at Godrick and saying, "I agree with the tall human, Freya's Palm sounds a safer place than Njord's Maw."
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DM | Tyranny of Dragons Jank-Dank | Forest Gnome Ranger | The Labyrinth
"Thank you elder." Says Harm before turning to the others. "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Harm." He extends a hand to the nearest member of the newly formed party.
Brytros clasps Harm's hand and says, "Well met Harm, I am Brytros. What say you to grabbing a drink to celebrate the end of this gods forsaken winter?"
Godrick comes up and puts both arms around Bytros and Harm’s shoulders “Did you say grab a drink? I was thinking more like 8. Sounds like it’s going to be a while before we party like this again!”
OOC: I don’t have any gold, so I don’t need to buy anything.
“Name’s Godrick. I Usually move around about the land. Damn winter was too long, so I decided to stay here for a bit and see if I can lend a hand.” Been a while since I’ve been ‘round civilized folk... much less a party.”
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OOC: If you have any questions about the mythology or anything, just ask.
Narration: Last winter was unusually long and brutal. Most days, the snow was piled up high enough to block the doors of your homes, forcing you to spend most of your days indoors. There was barely enough food to go around. When the first flowers of spring started to bud, the people rejoiced. The village elder and druid called for a celebration to be held on the night of the first full moon of spring.
When the night arrived, a feast was set up in the center of the village, with enough food to feed everyone, unlike the winter that had just passed. Musicians took up their instruments, and the people danced wherever there was room.
DM: Give a brief description of your characters, and answer these questions. How did you guys survive the winter, and what are you doing during the celebration? If you are not originally from this town, why are you here?
Godrick is a tall man compared to most other men. He carries a walking staff with him, don’t let that distract you from the heavy crossbow he keeps with him. Black dreadlocked hair to shoulders length and tan weathered skin. Usually a nomad he struck a deal with some families in town exchanging shelter for his skills to forage and hunt for food. Having plenty of experience living on his own in the wilderness. He decided to stay with the town to celebrate before contemplating moving on.
Sitting at a table near a group of dancers, a dwarf sways back and forth in time with the music. At just over four feet tall, the dwarf's legs hover above the ground. He has a broad smile surrounded by an unkempt red beard. A grey hood is pulled over his pale scalp, hiding his bald head while not obscuring his facial features. Having gone without strong drink for most of the difficult winter, Brytros Morigak has been over-indulging at this celebration to make up for lost time. While some had found the talents of a wizard useful during the cold months, most had not, and the odd jobs he could find had not been very lucrative. He had been spending the majority of his time scouring the village for tomes that could aid him in uncovering the secrets of the world. Brytros hasn't made up his mind on his next destination, but knows that he will be moving on from this village soon to continue his never-ending quest for knowledge.
DM | Tyranny of Dragons
Jank-Dank | Forest Gnome Ranger | The Labyrinth
Harm sat at the edge of the firelight, his steely eyes reflecting the flickering glow as he stared absentmindedly into the flames. His fingers traced a pattern on the table as he thought of the passing months. The cruel winter had done little to dampen the spirits of the townsfolk; it was good to see them celebrate its end. He had survived the bitter cold months working in the temple, deciphering runic texts in exchange for scraps of food. Now that the frost was finally breaking, he had decided it was time to move on. To where, he was still unsure...
Ufen is a good fellow has a short sword holders and is reading a book on adverisum by the fire place, he has a sarce on his left eye from a bear in the winter and almost lost his life by that bear and has its skull hanging at the door. Now waiting for the gods for his next institutions
After a couple of hours of festivities, the village elder and druid, Orm Mudlake, approaches the center of the celebration, and calls in his old, withering voice.
Orm: "Hello everybody! Words do not express how delighted I was when I first spied the signs of spring, chirping birds, sprouting plants, even the sun itself. But I must confess, as I was sitting in my cottage, I feared it was upon us."
The crowd mumbles with each other in confusion, not sure what the old man was trying to say. To break the half silence, he yells.
Orm: Fimblewinter! The first sign of Ragnarök! Three years of nothing but winter. Luckily, the spring did come, but I still fear it is close. I believe the gods are trying to tell us so. During the winter, they even spoke to me. They told me four wanderers would stop here. One of the raven, one of Svartálfaheimrwith, one that is no stranger to the gods, and one from a far out land. I believe they are among us. If you are here, please step forward!"
As he finishes his speech, the people start to look around, searching for whoever Orm could be talking about.
DM: Do you approach, or try to hide among the townsfolk?
Godrick approaches: “ I have failed Heimdallr once, I shall not do so again. I have traveled very far for a purpose. I believe this is it.”
The druid's words rouse Brytros from his stupor. The word Svartálfaheimrwith resonates with him and stirs memories of the banished dwarvish enclave he used to call home. Curiosity piqued, he drops out of his chair and slowly tramps through the crowd until coming to a rest and standing still before the druid. Eye's still slightly clouded from the ale he had been consuming all evening, Brytros begins staring at Orm with a quizzical expression on his face.
DM | Tyranny of Dragons
Jank-Dank | Forest Gnome Ranger | The Labyrinth
Ufen rises up “what dose the gods want me to do” looking around to see anybody else that looks useful to him
Harm steps forward at the mention of the raven. He glances toward Orm quizzically, pulling back his cloak to reveal a small raven shaped pendant which hangs from a braided leather strap around his neck.
"I'm listening, elder." He says in a gravelly voice.
(I'm so sorry for how long it has taken me to respond. I have not had internet for a couple of days.)
As the druid pats you all on the back, he says,
Orm: Ah, such mighty looking heroes. Yes, yes. I can see why the gods have chosen you. Unfortunately, they have not told me much. All that I know is that you are to travel to the Freya's Palm, the tallest tree in the forest west of the village, and to Njord's Maw, the cave on the coast east of the village. They said you will find what you need there."
Godrick bends down and picks up some grass. After tossing it into the air and watching where the wind takes it. He says “we’re upwind going west, less likely to be surprised by predators. I believe we should go to Freya’s palm first. But will let the decision rest with the group.“.
“I agree on it” ufen looks up and rounders around the area
Brytros looks around at the others who had also stepped forward before staring up at Godrick and saying, "I agree with the tall human, Freya's Palm sounds a safer place than Njord's Maw."
DM | Tyranny of Dragons
Jank-Dank | Forest Gnome Ranger | The Labyrinth
I'm heard your decision,
Orm: You don't have to leave now, stay, celebrate. I am the village healer, and there are a few shops around town.
"Thank you elder." Says Harm before turning to the others. "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Harm." He extends a hand to the nearest member of the newly formed party.
Brytros clasps Harm's hand and says, "Well met Harm, I am Brytros. What say you to grabbing a drink to celebrate the end of this gods forsaken winter?"
DM | Tyranny of Dragons
Jank-Dank | Forest Gnome Ranger | The Labyrinth
Godrick comes up and puts both arms around Bytros and Harm’s shoulders “Did you say grab a drink? I was thinking more like 8. Sounds like it’s going to be a while before we party like this again!”
OOC: I don’t have any gold, so I don’t need to buy anything.
Brytros turns and looks up at Godrick with an excited expression on his face and says, "Aha! We have much in common, friend! What may I call you?"
DM | Tyranny of Dragons
Jank-Dank | Forest Gnome Ranger | The Labyrinth
“Name’s Godrick. I Usually move around about the land. Damn winter was too long, so I decided to stay here for a bit and see if I can lend a hand.” Been a while since I’ve been ‘round civilized folk... much less a party.”