As wanna-be adventurers in your communities and cities you each heard of the unfathomable riches lying beneath the Stone Tooth - a rocky crag standing in stark contrast to the rolling, forested hills that surround it. There are many rumours and even more folklore myths surrounding the area. No one knows anything concrete. Nevertheless, you have all left your homes or previous dwellings for the small town Blasingdell to find out more about it. On your travels you have joined with other fledgling adventurers, you're now a group of four. You are still two days travel from Blasingdell. This will be the first night you will all rest together. You're starting to prepare your campsite, light a fire, and cook your dinner. [OOC: This is a good time to introduce your character, maybe post a picture and talk to your new adventuring friends for the first time]
Standing 6.5' feet tall, weighing about 630 pounds, Oleksi the centaur walks in the light of the campfire to share a few herbs and roots he found along the way to Blasingdell. Although the peaceful coexistence of wilderness and civilization was a dogma of his religion, Oleksi was more than glad to be in a forest again, feeling the grass and earth beneath his hooves.
He is curious about this lot. He feels that a strong group is needed for this journey. The Worldsoul called and Oleski answered.
"Name's Oleksi, of the Selesnya Conclave. I greet you. Please, eat some of these."
Moving his toothpick to the side of his mouth, Mokrai replies:
“Thank you mate. I’ll try this and for those who wants a bit a meat, I have these.” He then reaches in his bag and take two squirrels. “I managed to hunt that before the sunset.”
Mokrai, a strongly built Half-Orc, is sitting close to the fire, wearing a leather jacket and a dark hat. On his arms and on his torso, one can see beautiful tattoos of humanoids engage in battle, fighting a Dragon or Giants. At his side, a sharp longsword rests on a metal shield. In front of him, on the grass, his set of cartographer is open, showing a map of the area with Blasingdell and Mirabar.
“Well, here we go, our first night in the wilderness. If we find these ruins, we’ll be famous. My own museum, can you imagine? My research suggests there are quite a few items, but this is old writings, nothing is certain. except we will have fun !"
Oleski becomes suddenly saddened at the sight of the dead squirrels. Poor creatures. But Oleksi was not here to judge diet habits. The lion eats the deer, after all. Playing a bit with a sprig of mistletoe, chanting a prayer to the Wordsoul, Oleksi gently refuses the half-orc's offer: "No, thank you," and begins to chew a root.
"So, you are here to research. Are you a sage? What have you read about these ruins?"
Where you're camping, the road cuts through rolling hills covered by thick forests and rocky crags with some undergrowth. The evening is getting increasingly windy, chilly, and gloomy. Before the night sets you can still see some heavy clouds streaked through with lightning and rain moving closer.
"So, you are here to research. Are you a sage? What have you read about these ruins?"
Mokrai laughs.
“Ah ah, no. I do not consider myself a Sage, but more like a Field Researcher. I do some research in libraries and taverns, but nothing beats a good exploration in an old dungeon.”
He finishes his squirrel and rinses his mouth with a ale.
“I am going to Blasingdell, as it seems to be linked to old stories I have been investigating since a couple of years.
You see, a century ago, there was this great war between Dwarves and Orcs. The Orcs won, and they sacked an old stronghold named Khundrukar. This well hidden place is the source of the legends of Durgeddin’s Vengeance, also called the Smith’s War. There are amazing stories about the smithing skills of this clan, and the extraordinary blades that they forged. If I can find this city and claim it, I would be able to fund my museum in Neverwinter. You see, i do believe that if we don’t want to repeat our past errors, History is important and we need to keep items and artefact in a place where everyone can see them.”
As the rain approaches, The Half-Orc prepares a rudimentary roof to protect him and a portion of the camp, while continuing the discussion...
"But that’s enough about me. I don't want to bore you to death. But tell me, What does a Centaur do here ? It is quite rare to see your kind.”
"You do not bore me, Master Mokrai. You are quite acknowledgeable and I am glad to run by your side. However, I do not share your ambitions and goals. As I said, I belong to the Selesnya Conclave. We promote peace between wilderness and civilization. I was asked by my Voda to go to Blasingdell because she sensed a threat to Life itself." Oleksi wanted to explain more, but he realises it can be puzzling for a non-initiate to heard about Worldsoul, Dryads and religion.
“Research? Well, I’m your huckleberry, that’s just my game!”
Striding into the light of the campfire, a pale Dragonborn about 6 ½ feet in height and wrapped in a dark purple cloak bows to the Centaur and Half-Orc.
“I am SilverTongue Drachenschmiede, collector of knowledge, tales of peril and triumph and shiny, valuable objects! Oh, um, just the objects that don’t belong in a museum of course!”
Giving Mokrai a toothy smile, he helped with the rain cover and sat down with the group, lighting a pipe. Pulling his lyre, he scooted back a few feet away from the warm fire and lazily strummed a few notes, exhaling smoke through his nose.
“There is safety in numbers and I too am heading to Blasingdell. If you don’t mind my company, I would love to travel with you and hear more about this threat to life itself, the stronghold of Khundrukar and any information you might have on the Stone Tooth.”
* the crackling of a branch of wood caught the attention of the travelers gathered around the fire. a hooded figure slowly approached the group nonchalantly.*
may I join you gentlemen? I would spare you a chore of wood.
*a young halfin hides under the cloak, arms laden with branches. she stared at the group, a big charming smile*. *she dropped the pile of wood from her small height and unfastened her cloak, revealing a dark leather armor. she wears a belt and several pockets and purses on her lower back. she laid her backpack and the ground on it.*
i'm lilly ! lilly lightfoot !
*she said falsy childishly. her eyes shone with mischievous teasing.*
(OOC Going to play this like I'm already there, rather than approaching.)
A smallish human with short black disheveled hair, sits near the camp fire. He appears to be roasting a smallish white object on the end of a stick above the fire. Upon closer inspection you note the stick to actually be a quarterstaff with a pink gem set in the top. He is grinning, and wears a simple set of clothes; a white tunic with the words Straight outta Halruua written on it, and plain brown breeches and traveling boots.
"Oh, awesome, more people! It's like...a real adventuring party now. Sweet. I'm Blake. Say, uh, can one of you hand me the chocolate out of my bag right there. I got this marshmallow just right, and I don't wanna jinx it. Have you ever had s'mores before? They're totally the best."
Lily looked at the centaur for a long time, half astonished. she had often heard about them, but it was the first time she had ever met one.
Nice to meet you. Do you know these woods well? she revived the flames with wood as the wind rose.
what brings me here? well..
I am a traveling merchant, I sell everything. but I consider myself more like an artist. I am carried by the winds, I search for rare objects to sell them on the markets, and I sell my services also sometimes. the roads led me to many cities. I like to travel and meet new people.
some legends speak of treasures buried here, in its counterparts ... that is what brings me here. I walk the roads, looking for new encounters and new opportunities.
her eyes stopped on the dragonborn's pipe. Lily wondered at what price it would be evaluated in the streets markets. some dwarves could give some pieces for a carved ornamentation of such quality.
She looked up at the sky and say :
Look, you should take the opportunity to cook them up before the rain reaches us. no one would have seen a more sheltered place? the storm in the distance could be passed over us. she looked up worriedly at the sky.
Lilly took out a small flask from her bag and filled a jug with a luquid with scent of flower and malt.
she smiled a blake and quickly pulled out of her bag the desired good, he requested. here !
Mokrai releases his grasp on his sword, the little Halfling doesn't seem like a danger and looks actually very friendly. Although, he knows this kind and swears to himself to keep an eye on her for any shady buisiness. "Welcome Halfling, please stay with us. The fire will get you warm. And I think we have enough food for all of us" Curious, Mokrailooks at Lilly being busy around the campfire, preparing her meal."I've always heard that Halfling were very good at cooking, I see that might hold true. What you are preparing smells amazing"
After a good meal, much improved by Lilly culinary talents and by a good ale, Mokrai looks around. *Burp* "Blake, we just met on the road but I never had a chance to ask you where are you going ?" Mokrai looks again at him and at his clothes. "It looks like you are on the run, or are you just exploring the countryside ?"
“Thanks, you can have this one, just gotta get the chocolate and the marshmallow to melt on the cracker,” Blake says to Lily. He carefully sets the chocolate on a cracker that was sitting on the log bench next to him, then pulls back the blackened marshmallow. Setting it on the chocolate, on the cracker, he then sets a second cracker on top making a sort of marshmallow chocolate sandwich.”Here, pop this in your mouth and prepare for amazingness.”
“Yeah, so I’m sort of looking for my, uh... family, but I’m also kind of new to this whole adventurer thing. I heard adventurers like to go in dungeons and get loot and stuff and some nice Kenku women told me I’d find that in Blasingdell, so here I am! Also figure I better figure out how to do this whole magic thing. It doesn’t always work out how I like...”
"Oh you are a magic wielder !" said Mokrai, genuinely interested. "This is something that have always admired."
Then, glancing at his longsword, he adds: "Me, I honed my martial skills and the last persons that crossed me could say I'm not too bad... if only they still had their heads on their shoulders !" The half-orc laughs loudly, before taking another sip of ale.
Oleksi sees the thing Blake is offering and gently refuses: " No thanks, I eat only what the forest has to offer. "
"I sense a bond amongst us. The Worldsoul is guiding and we have to hear the call. The rain will cover us, we should find some rest, there are still days of travel before reaching Blangsidell."
Heavy, rain-soaked clouds move quickly across the sky — scattering fat drops of rain as they scurry by. Crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning send eerie shadows dancing around your camp — doing little to make your stop here comfortable.
While the others try to find a comfortable position to sleep, Mokrai and Oleksi start preparing the first watch.
Mokrai is looking trough his bag to make sure his belongings won't get wet, but Oleksi turns his head. He has heard a branch snapping in the dark. Nothing moves for a second.
Without making too much noise, Oleksi tries to get the attention of his camp mates. Lily and SilverTongue return Oleksi's look of warning, having heard the noise themselves and slowly move their hands to their weapons. Blake is way to concerned to store the last of his chocolate to notice anything.
As wanna-be adventurers in your communities and cities you each heard of the unfathomable riches lying beneath the Stone Tooth - a rocky crag standing in stark contrast to the rolling, forested hills that surround it. There are many rumours and even more folklore myths surrounding the area. No one knows anything concrete. Nevertheless, you have all left your homes or previous dwellings for the small town Blasingdell to find out more about it. On your travels you have joined with other fledgling adventurers, you're now a group of four. You are still two days travel from Blasingdell. This will be the first night you will all rest together. You're starting to prepare your campsite, light a fire, and cook your dinner. [OOC: This is a good time to introduce your character, maybe post a picture and talk to your new adventuring friends for the first time]
Standing 6.5' feet tall, weighing about 630 pounds, Oleksi the centaur walks in the light of the campfire to share a few herbs and roots he found along the way to Blasingdell. Although the peaceful coexistence of wilderness and civilization was a dogma of his religion, Oleksi was more than glad to be in a forest again, feeling the grass and earth beneath his hooves.
He is curious about this lot. He feels that a strong group is needed for this journey. The Worldsoul called and Oleski answered.
"Name's Oleksi, of the Selesnya Conclave. I greet you. Please, eat some of these."
Moving his toothpick to the side of his mouth, Mokrai replies:
“Thank you mate. I’ll try this and for those who wants a bit a meat, I have these.”
He then reaches in his bag and take two squirrels. “I managed to hunt that before the sunset.”
Mokrai, a strongly built Half-Orc, is sitting close to the fire, wearing a leather jacket and a dark hat. On his arms and on his torso, one can see beautiful tattoos of humanoids engage in battle, fighting a Dragon or Giants. At his side, a sharp longsword rests on a metal shield.
In front of him, on the grass, his set of cartographer is open, showing a map of the area with Blasingdell and Mirabar.
“Well, here we go, our first night in the wilderness. If we find these ruins, we’ll be famous. My own museum, can you imagine? My research suggests there are quite a few items, but this is old writings, nothing is certain. except we will have fun !"
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Oleski becomes suddenly saddened at the sight of the dead squirrels. Poor creatures. But Oleksi was not here to judge diet habits. The lion eats the deer, after all. Playing a bit with a sprig of mistletoe, chanting a prayer to the Wordsoul, Oleksi gently refuses the half-orc's offer: "No, thank you," and begins to chew a root.
"So, you are here to research. Are you a sage? What have you read about these ruins?"
Where you're camping, the road cuts through rolling hills covered by thick forests and rocky crags with some undergrowth. The evening is getting increasingly windy, chilly, and gloomy. Before the night sets you can still see some heavy clouds streaked through with lightning and rain moving closer.
What do Mokrai knows..... History: 8
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Mokrai laughs.
“Ah ah, no. I do not consider myself a Sage, but more like a Field Researcher. I do some research in libraries and taverns, but nothing beats a good exploration in an old dungeon.”
He finishes his squirrel and rinses his mouth with a ale.
“I am going to Blasingdell, as it seems to be linked to old stories I have been investigating since a couple of years.
You see, a century ago, there was this great war between Dwarves and Orcs. The Orcs won, and they sacked an old stronghold named Khundrukar. This well hidden place is the source of the legends of Durgeddin’s Vengeance, also called the Smith’s War. There are amazing stories about the smithing skills of this clan, and the extraordinary blades that they forged. If I can find this city and claim it, I would be able to fund my museum in Neverwinter. You see, i do believe that if we don’t want to repeat our past errors, History is important and we need to keep items and artefact in a place where everyone can see them.”
As the rain approaches, The Half-Orc prepares a rudimentary roof to protect him and a portion of the camp, while continuing the discussion...
"But that’s enough about me. I don't want to bore you to death.
But tell me, What does a Centaur do here ? It is quite rare to see your kind.”
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
"You do not bore me, Master Mokrai. You are quite acknowledgeable and I am glad to run by your side. However, I do not share your ambitions and goals. As I said, I belong to the Selesnya Conclave. We promote peace between wilderness and civilization. I was asked by my Voda to go to Blasingdell because she sensed a threat to Life itself." Oleksi wanted to explain more, but he realises it can be puzzling for a non-initiate to heard about Worldsoul, Dryads and religion.
“Research? Well, I’m your huckleberry, that’s just my game!”
Striding into the light of the campfire, a pale Dragonborn about 6 ½ feet in height and wrapped in a dark purple cloak bows to the Centaur and Half-Orc.
“I am SilverTongue Drachenschmiede, collector of knowledge, tales of peril and triumph and shiny, valuable objects! Oh, um, just the objects that don’t belong in a museum of course!”
Giving Mokrai a toothy smile, he helped with the rain cover and sat down with the group, lighting a pipe. Pulling his lyre, he scooted back a few feet away from the warm fire and lazily strummed a few notes, exhaling smoke through his nose.
“There is safety in numbers and I too am heading to Blasingdell. If you don’t mind my company, I would love to travel with you and hear more about this threat to life itself, the stronghold of Khundrukar and any information you might have on the Stone Tooth.”
* the crackling of a branch of wood caught the attention of the travelers gathered around the fire. a hooded figure slowly approached the group nonchalantly.*
may I join you gentlemen? I would spare you a chore of wood.
*a young halfin hides under the cloak, arms laden with branches. she stared at the group, a big charming smile*.
*she dropped the pile of wood from her small height and unfastened her cloak, revealing a dark leather armor. she wears a belt and several pockets and purses on her lower back. she laid her backpack and the ground on it.*
i'm lilly ! lilly lightfoot !
*she said falsy childishly. her eyes shone with mischievous teasing.*
"Greetings, little one. Please, join us. The more, the merrier. What does bring you here?"
(OOC Going to play this like I'm already there, rather than approaching.)
A smallish human with short black disheveled hair, sits near the camp fire. He appears to be roasting a smallish white object on the end of a stick above the fire. Upon closer inspection you note the stick to actually be a quarterstaff with a pink gem set in the top. He is grinning, and wears a simple set of clothes; a white tunic with the words Straight outta Halruua written on it, and plain brown breeches and traveling boots.
"Oh, awesome, more people! It's like...a real adventuring party now. Sweet. I'm Blake. Say, uh, can one of you hand me the chocolate out of my bag right there. I got this marshmallow just right, and I don't wanna jinx it. Have you ever had s'mores before? They're totally the best."
Lily looked at the centaur for a long time, half astonished. she had often heard about them, but it was the first time she had ever met one.
Nice to meet you. Do you know these woods well?
she revived the flames with wood as the wind rose.
what brings me here? well..
I am a traveling merchant, I sell everything. but I consider myself more like an artist. I am carried by the winds, I search for rare objects to sell them on the markets, and I sell my services also sometimes. the roads led me to many cities. I like to travel and meet new people.
some legends speak of treasures buried here, in its counterparts ... that is what brings me here. I walk the roads, looking for new encounters and new opportunities.
her eyes stopped on the dragonborn's pipe. Lily wondered at what price it would be evaluated in the streets markets. some dwarves could give some pieces for a carved ornamentation of such quality.
She looked up at the sky and say :
Look, you should take the opportunity to cook them up before the rain reaches us.
no one would have seen a more sheltered place? the storm in the distance could be passed over us.
she looked up worriedly at the sky.
Lilly took out a small flask from her bag and filled a jug with a luquid with scent of flower and malt.
she smiled a blake and quickly pulled out of her bag the desired good, he requested.
here !
Mokrai releases his grasp on his sword, the little Halfling doesn't seem like a danger and looks actually very friendly. Although, he knows this kind and swears to himself to keep an eye on her for any shady buisiness.
"Welcome Halfling, please stay with us. The fire will get you warm. And I think we have enough food for all of us"
Curious, Mokrai looks at Lilly being busy around the campfire, preparing her meal. "I've always heard that Halfling were very good at cooking, I see that might hold true. What you are preparing smells amazing"
After a good meal, much improved by Lilly culinary talents and by a good ale, Mokrai looks around.
*Burp*
"Blake, we just met on the road but I never had a chance to ask you where are you going ?" Mokrai looks again at him and at his clothes.
"It looks like you are on the run, or are you just exploring the countryside ?"
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
“Thanks, you can have this one, just gotta get the chocolate and the marshmallow to melt on the cracker,” Blake says to Lily. He carefully sets the chocolate on a cracker that was sitting on the log bench next to him, then pulls back the blackened marshmallow. Setting it on the chocolate, on the cracker, he then sets a second cracker on top making a sort of marshmallow chocolate sandwich.”Here, pop this in your mouth and prepare for amazingness.”
“Yeah, so I’m sort of looking for my, uh... family, but I’m also kind of new to this whole adventurer thing. I heard adventurers like to go in dungeons and get loot and stuff and some nice Kenku women told me I’d find that in Blasingdell, so here I am! Also figure I better figure out how to do this whole magic thing. It doesn’t always work out how I like...”
"Oh you are a magic wielder !" said Mokrai, genuinely interested. "This is something that have always admired."
Then, glancing at his longsword, he adds: "Me, I honed my martial skills and the last persons that crossed me could say I'm not too bad... if only they still had their heads on their shoulders !" The half-orc laughs loudly, before taking another sip of ale.
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Oleksi sees the thing Blake is offering and gently refuses: " No thanks, I eat only what the forest has to offer. "
"I sense a bond amongst us. The Worldsoul is guiding and we have to hear the call. The rain will cover us, we should find some rest, there are still days of travel before reaching Blangsidell."
"Good idea, time to rest. I think we should take turn to guard the camp per pair. I'm happy to take the first round"
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
"I am with you, wise Mokrai."
Heavy, rain-soaked clouds move quickly across the sky — scattering fat drops of rain as they scurry by. Crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning send eerie shadows dancing around your camp — doing little to make your stop here comfortable.
While the others try to find a comfortable position to sleep, Mokrai and Oleksi start preparing the first watch.
Mokrai is looking trough his bag to make sure his belongings won't get wet, but Oleksi turns his head. He has heard a branch snapping in the dark. Nothing moves for a second.
Without making too much noise, Oleksi tries to get the attention of his camp mates. Lily and SilverTongue return Oleksi's look of warning, having heard the noise themselves and slowly move their hands to their weapons. Blake is way to concerned to store the last of his chocolate to notice anything.
[roll initiative please!!]