The party finds themselves in the common room if the Gathering House. It's been a bit of an adjustment getting used to the new live of work, but hey, coin is coin. Blanton, the proprietor of the house and primary contact with the Agents of Fortune network barges into the room shouting out. "Alright Rumors*! I've got a handful of work that needs done. And since y'all are here you get first pick." He lays out three pieces of weathered parchment. They read:
Category: Rumor/Hearsay
Location: Rud Farms
Subject:
Tumbo Rud, owner and father, is worried about strange circles appearing every morning for the past few nights.
Category: Rumor/Hearsay
Location: Dustwhistle Crags
Subject:
Old Ma Ginbell says she hears strange sounds coming from the valley, locals say she's losing it.
Category: Rumor/Hearsay
Location: Spindle Pine
Subject:
Residents worried about long shadows coming from the pine woods around the village.
Blanton looks at the group. "Pick ONE and let me know. I'll send the next groups at the other jobs." He'll then leave you all to discuss. (Please introduce your characters. Have fun, I'll check in tomorrow or Monday.)
*(A colloquialism derived from new recruits sleeping in the common room and the fact that you're the ones that get paid to investigate rumors around the kingdom.)
Jasmal potters about at the table pouring cups of tea for her new friends. They weren't at all like those whippersnappers who had trampled her flowers. If she ever caught them.... oooooh she'd give them such a talking to. She leaves the reading of scrolls to one of these youngsters. Such nice young boys.
"drink up, drink up!"she chides; leaning over the table to reach the furthest cup, her sleeve catches one of the scrolls knocking it off the table but the snake coiled around her arm darts out and catches it before it hits the ground. "Oh thank you Mr Flickers!" she gushes. Once the cups are filled she slowly rickets across the common room to return the pot and equally slowly waddles back to sit crosslegged, nodding encouragingly and waiting for less rheumy eyes to do their work on the work orders. Rheumers. She stifles a smile.
Kodiak will accept the cup gingerly, trying not to crush the delicate cup in his large hands. He nods his thanks but is otherwise concerned with not breaking the cup.
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Damaia accepts the cup with a polite "Thank you." She takes sips from the cup while looking over the scraps of paper. Looking through all of them, it wasn't what she was hoping for. She was hoping to be able to delve into ruins to find something that her dad might want and none of the three offered works seemed to be like that. With her legs crossed and leaning back on her chair, she wonders which one seems the most interesting to her.
Long Shadows from the woods... could be trouble but she's more content in letting someone else deal with it. The sounds from the valley interest her more but it could just as easily be a old lady finally losing her marbles. Which takes her attention back to the circles. Damaia was an expert when it comes to the arcane... or at least she thinks she is one. Anyone who has studied the arcane for any notable amount of time would realize that Damaia's training in the subject is inadequate and her knowledge is lacking. However, such scholarly types would probably be too intimidated by her devilish presence to say anything to her face. To Damaia, the circles may be a sign of magic or it might be nothing. Either way, it's worth investigating.
She takes one big swig to finish the cup of tea and stands. She says addressing her companions, "Alright. Let's check out the guy with circles popping up out of the ground. Could just be a rodent or something but if it's magical, I want to check it out."
What Damaia looks like:
Damaia has light purple skin and black wavy hair. Her hair goes down to between her shoulder blades. She has two horns which are carved back. Her tail is long and slender like a lizard tail. Her eyes are yellow. She stands 5ft 10in tall and weighs about 174 lbs. Her dress is dark blue with gold colored designs. Underneath her skirt, she wears purple pants and dark blue boots.
Duncan is a human with curly dark brown hair, standing about average height. 5'9/175cm ish, and though somewhat thin (165lb/75k, is also quite fit. Assuming we've all had time to get to know each other, you'd know he'd recently graduated from an elite military training group, and seems excited to show his skills off. He's loyal to a fault, and once you break his trust he'll not forget it.
Setting his glaive by the door when entering he orders a mead and sits down with the group. Pushing the tea aside for now and taking a sip of his drink he says to the group "So many worries in this town... Seems we've got strange circles, strange sounds, or strange shadows to deal with. What do you all think? I'm in favor of the one that worries the most people, which seems to be shadows from the wood." Then looking to Jasmal adds "and being in the woods perhaps you'll be able to quickly see what's causing them eh?"
Dimble, a small gnome with an owl on his shoulder, looks over the scrolls "Hmm, maybe magic circles, maybe magic shadows, maybe magic sounds though unlikely. I would rather the circles I think, though shadows seem cool too"
Then looking to Jasmal adds "and being in the woods perhaps you'll be able to quickly see what's causing them eh?"
Jasmal smiles, greying stones in a dilapidated graveyard, pride straightening her spine a little and getting her a bit closer to her full 5'3". "Well, lad, I dare say I don't see much of anything any more! Though I noticed you not drinking your tea - it's best when it's hot boy, go on go on go on."
Jasmal is a short, stooped, grey haired old dear with rheumy eyes and creaking joints who leans heavily on her staff. Though neither blind not inform, in the short time you've known her she's taken every opportunity to stress that she's very close to both.
Having already finished his tea Kodiak gently sets down the cup. He gives out a low growl that you interpret as meaning he burnt his mouth drinking so fast. He ponders for a while. "I would certainly like to go back to the woods. This much time in a city is too much for me, so many strange things."
Kodiak's description:
Kodiak is not what you'd call good looking, though no one would say that to his face. He stands almost 7 feet tall and looks like most of his weight comes from muscle. HIs ears are unnaturally small and his nose is too large and turned up at the end, giving the impression of a snout. His eyes are small and a deep black covers the whole pupil. On top of all this he is the most hairy human you've ever met. Course, brown hair covers his entire body, or the parts of it that you can see under his oversized cotton shirt and brown pants.
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Jasmal smiles, greying stones in a dilapidated graveyard, pride straightening her spine a little and getting her a bit closer to her full 5'3". "Well, lad, I dare say I don't see much of anything any more! Though I noticed you not drinking your tea - it's best when it's hot boy, go on go on go on."
Obviously knowing of his friends vision disabilities, Duncan shyly reponds "heh.. ah... well... sorry friend. You know what I mean! You have another kind of sense when it comes to natural places!" and then wonders "How'd she know I pushed the tea away...? Good to have people like her on my side I guess..."
Triscyne leans forward over his tea, enjoying the warmth rising up over his face. Tucking one leg under the other, Triscyne leans on his elbow as he studies those gathered at the table. His long brown hair is pulled together with a simple leather thong at his neck, apart from two locks dangling loose, framing his face. His blue eyes close as he takes a slow sip of the tea. He enjoyed this group, especially the older Human woman was quite adorable in the way that only the short-lived could be.
His cloth robes are tied snug around his leather armor, although the bottom parts have long torn in large tatters, only held together by a bright purple silken band around his waist. Whilst sitting it is often more unpractical than not, but with a bit of a breeze it all blows in the wind rather dramatically around his baggy cloth pants. The pants reach down over his knees, held up by tight-fitting leather boots, of a similar style as the bracers on his forearms. His long, heavy-bladed rapier is currently unhooked from his waist, standing upright against his chair.
Long fingers pick up the pieces of parchment, and he takes a moment to scan each one. He nods, then says, "I agree," his voice melodious yet reserved, with measure taken to pronounce each word correctly, "A return to the woodlands would be a pleasure. It also seems the least likely to simply be some young folk seeking simple entertainment by scaring the elder."
"The group consensus seems to lie on," he says, pausing to look once more at the note to confirm,"Spindle Spine. Yes?" he looks at Damaia questioningly, since she was the only one voicing an interest in one of the other two missives. He sits back, taking the teacup in his lap for some measure of warmth, patiently waiting for another to take the final decision, be it Blanton or one of the group.
Damaia shrugs, "Whatever." She didn't exactly feel like walking through woods and bugs but in all honesty, she didn't feel too strongly about one rumor over the other. None of the three were exactly what she was looking for so she didn't care all that much about which job the party decided on in the end.
Duncan finishes his drink and puts his mug down, perhaps a bit too strongly, and says "To the woods then! Who all is coming? And does anyone need anything before we go?" while grabbing his glaive, the weight feelin comfortable in his hands; his youth and eagerness to prove himself showing.
Triscyne smiles as he pushes back the chair, grabbing his weapon before it clatters on the ground and tying it with the belt around his waist. With a quick gulp he downs the last of his tea, then reaches down under the table to collect his pack, the heavy pack scraping over the floor drowned out by the others getting ready to leave. "I'm ready to go. How long is it to the village?" he asks Blanton, "I am not sure if I've even been down that way."
He too is eager to leave, although he knows the likelihood of finding any information of value is frighteningly small, it is still better than sitting around doing nothing.
Kodiak pushes his chair back and stands up, cracking his back as he does. He reaches down and plucks his greatsword from where it was leaning on the table before strapping it to his back. He nods his accent of the consensus and gestures for someone else to lead the way.
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"What are the townsfolk doing so far out of town regularly that they so commonly see these 'shadows'?" Duncan asks Blanton, adding to those standing to join"Have the rest of you got steeds? I'm afraid I walked into town..."
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Damaia stands up and picks her backpack off the floor next to her chair and swings it over her back. Her tail is upright, the tip being in parallel to the back of her neck. It sways once from left to right like someone wagging their finger as she tries to figure out what kind of trees they're looking for. (Nature: 18) However she isn't too worried about the trees since they have Jasmal with them. She answers Duncan, "I don't have a steed. I usually walk everywhere or hitch a ride on someone's cart."
"Forest of trees... forest of trees... I knew a tree called Jessop once, lovely fellow he was too, the birds all loved him - Squirrels too but he preferred the birds - until the lightning hit him that is, he was never the same after really - is there a town called Jessop? Jessopville? Jessopton? Jessopia? It would be lovely if he could have a town named for him, I'm sure that would be some comfort to him in his old age though I dare say he'd prefer to have his leaves back - but we can't all be in the full green of youth our whole lives, can we? Kheh-kheh-kheh, no, the seasons move on, autumn comes to us all, and the cruel cruel winter. Winterville? Branchardstown? Barkshire! Would anyone like any more tea?"
Her ears perk up a little at Duncan's question.
"A Steed you say.... a steed... No I'm not much of a one for riding these days, don't have the thighs for it any more. When I was a younger girl, let me tell you, I could crack a walnut with the best of them, but autumn comes to us all....." She trails off again.
The party finds themselves in the common room if the Gathering House. It's been a bit of an adjustment getting used to the new live of work, but hey, coin is coin. Blanton, the proprietor of the house and primary contact with the Agents of Fortune network barges into the room shouting out. "Alright Rumors*! I've got a handful of work that needs done. And since y'all are here you get first pick." He lays out three pieces of weathered parchment. They read:
Category: Rumor/Hearsay
Location: Rud Farms
Subject:
Tumbo Rud, owner and father, is worried about strange circles appearing every morning for the past few nights.
Category: Rumor/Hearsay
Location: Dustwhistle Crags
Subject:
Old Ma Ginbell says she hears strange sounds coming from the valley, locals say she's losing it.
Category: Rumor/Hearsay
Location: Spindle Pine
Subject:
Residents worried about long shadows coming from the pine woods around the village.
Blanton looks at the group. "Pick ONE and let me know. I'll send the next groups at the other jobs." He'll then leave you all to discuss. (Please introduce your characters. Have fun, I'll check in tomorrow or Monday.)
*(A colloquialism derived from new recruits sleeping in the common room and the fact that you're the ones that get paid to investigate rumors around the kingdom.)
Jasmal potters about at the table pouring cups of tea for her new friends. They weren't at all like those whippersnappers who had trampled her flowers. If she ever caught them.... oooooh she'd give them such a talking to. She leaves the reading of scrolls to one of these youngsters. Such nice young boys.
"drink up, drink up!" she chides; leaning over the table to reach the furthest cup, her sleeve catches one of the scrolls knocking it off the table but the snake coiled around her arm darts out and catches it before it hits the ground. "Oh thank you Mr Flickers!" she gushes. Once the cups are filled she slowly rickets across the common room to return the pot and equally slowly waddles back to sit crosslegged, nodding encouragingly and waiting for less rheumy eyes to do their work on the work orders. Rheumers. She stifles a smile.
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Kodiak will accept the cup gingerly, trying not to crush the delicate cup in his large hands. He nods his thanks but is otherwise concerned with not breaking the cup.
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Damaia accepts the cup with a polite "Thank you." She takes sips from the cup while looking over the scraps of paper. Looking through all of them, it wasn't what she was hoping for. She was hoping to be able to delve into ruins to find something that her dad might want and none of the three offered works seemed to be like that. With her legs crossed and leaning back on her chair, she wonders which one seems the most interesting to her.
Long Shadows from the woods... could be trouble but she's more content in letting someone else deal with it. The sounds from the valley interest her more but it could just as easily be a old lady finally losing her marbles. Which takes her attention back to the circles. Damaia was an expert when it comes to the arcane... or at least she thinks she is one. Anyone who has studied the arcane for any notable amount of time would realize that Damaia's training in the subject is inadequate and her knowledge is lacking. However, such scholarly types would probably be too intimidated by her devilish presence to say anything to her face. To Damaia, the circles may be a sign of magic or it might be nothing. Either way, it's worth investigating.
She takes one big swig to finish the cup of tea and stands. She says addressing her companions, "Alright. Let's check out the guy with circles popping up out of the ground. Could just be a rodent or something but if it's magical, I want to check it out."
What Damaia looks like:
Damaia has light purple skin and black wavy hair. Her hair goes down to between her shoulder blades. She has two horns which are carved back. Her tail is long and slender like a lizard tail. Her eyes are yellow. She stands 5ft 10in tall and weighs about 174 lbs. Her dress is dark blue with gold colored designs. Underneath her skirt, she wears purple pants and dark blue boots.
Duncan is a human with curly dark brown hair, standing about average height. 5'9/175cm ish, and though somewhat thin (165lb/75k, is also quite fit. Assuming we've all had time to get to know each other, you'd know he'd recently graduated from an elite military training group, and seems excited to show his skills off. He's loyal to a fault, and once you break his trust he'll not forget it.
Setting his glaive by the door when entering he orders a mead and sits down with the group. Pushing the tea aside for now and taking a sip of his drink he says to the group "So many worries in this town... Seems we've got strange circles, strange sounds, or strange shadows to deal with. What do you all think? I'm in favor of the one that worries the most people, which seems to be shadows from the wood." Then looking to Jasmal adds "and being in the woods perhaps you'll be able to quickly see what's causing them eh?"
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(are they all similar distances away?)
Dimble, a small gnome with an owl on his shoulder, looks over the scrolls "Hmm, maybe magic circles, maybe magic shadows, maybe magic sounds though unlikely. I would rather the circles I think, though shadows seem cool too"
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Jasmal smiles, greying stones in a dilapidated graveyard, pride straightening her spine a little and getting her a bit closer to her full 5'3". "Well, lad, I dare say I don't see much of anything any more! Though I noticed you not drinking your tea - it's best when it's hot boy, go on go on go on."
Jasmal is a short, stooped, grey haired old dear with rheumy eyes and creaking joints who leans heavily on her staff. Though neither blind not inform, in the short time you've known her she's taken every opportunity to stress that she's very close to both.
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Having already finished his tea Kodiak gently sets down the cup. He gives out a low growl that you interpret as meaning he burnt his mouth drinking so fast. He ponders for a while. "I would certainly like to go back to the woods. This much time in a city is too much for me, so many strange things."
Kodiak's description:
Kodiak is not what you'd call good looking, though no one would say that to his face. He stands almost 7 feet tall and looks like most of his weight comes from muscle. HIs ears are unnaturally small and his nose is too large and turned up at the end, giving the impression of a snout. His eyes are small and a deep black covers the whole pupil. On top of all this he is the most hairy human you've ever met. Course, brown hair covers his entire body, or the parts of it that you can see under his oversized cotton shirt and brown pants.
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Obviously knowing of his friends vision disabilities, Duncan shyly reponds "heh.. ah... well... sorry friend. You know what I mean! You have another kind of sense when it comes to natural places!" and then wonders "How'd she know I pushed the tea away...? Good to have people like her on my side I guess..."
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Triscyne leans forward over his tea, enjoying the warmth rising up over his face. Tucking one leg under the other, Triscyne leans on his elbow as he studies those gathered at the table. His long brown hair is pulled together with a simple leather thong at his neck, apart from two locks dangling loose, framing his face. His blue eyes close as he takes a slow sip of the tea. He enjoyed this group, especially the older Human woman was quite adorable in the way that only the short-lived could be.
His cloth robes are tied snug around his leather armor, although the bottom parts have long torn in large tatters, only held together by a bright purple silken band around his waist. Whilst sitting it is often more unpractical than not, but with a bit of a breeze it all blows in the wind rather dramatically around his baggy cloth pants. The pants reach down over his knees, held up by tight-fitting leather boots, of a similar style as the bracers on his forearms. His long, heavy-bladed rapier is currently unhooked from his waist, standing upright against his chair.
Long fingers pick up the pieces of parchment, and he takes a moment to scan each one. He nods, then says, "I agree," his voice melodious yet reserved, with measure taken to pronounce each word correctly, "A return to the woodlands would be a pleasure. It also seems the least likely to simply be some young folk seeking simple entertainment by scaring the elder."
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Blanton will pop his head back in. "Going to have more Rumors coming in looking for work. Y'all make y'all's decision?" He'll look around at everyone.
"The group consensus seems to lie on," he says, pausing to look once more at the note to confirm, "Spindle Spine. Yes?" he looks at Damaia questioningly, since she was the only one voicing an interest in one of the other two missives.
He sits back, taking the teacup in his lap for some measure of warmth, patiently waiting for another to take the final decision, be it Blanton or one of the group.
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Damaia shrugs, "Whatever." She didn't exactly feel like walking through woods and bugs but in all honesty, she didn't feel too strongly about one rumor over the other. None of the three were exactly what she was looking for so she didn't care all that much about which job the party decided on in the end.
Duncan finishes his drink and puts his mug down, perhaps a bit too strongly, and says "To the woods then! Who all is coming? And does anyone need anything before we go?" while grabbing his glaive, the weight feelin comfortable in his hands; his youth and eagerness to prove himself showing.
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Triscyne smiles as he pushes back the chair, grabbing his weapon before it clatters on the ground and tying it with the belt around his waist. With a quick gulp he downs the last of his tea, then reaches down under the table to collect his pack, the heavy pack scraping over the floor drowned out by the others getting ready to leave. "I'm ready to go. How long is it to the village?" he asks Blanton, "I am not sure if I've even been down that way."
He too is eager to leave, although he knows the likelihood of finding any information of value is frighteningly small, it is still better than sitting around doing nothing.
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Kodiak pushes his chair back and stands up, cracking his back as he does. He reaches down and plucks his greatsword from where it was leaning on the table before strapping it to his back. He nods his accent of the consensus and gestures for someone else to lead the way.
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Blanton mentions "It's about 2 days ride North. Nestled in a forest of the trees that bear the town's namesake.*"
Anyone that wants to can roll a nature check to know what Blanton is talking about.
"What are the townsfolk doing so far out of town regularly that they so commonly see these 'shadows'?" Duncan asks Blanton, adding to those standing to join"Have the rest of you got steeds? I'm afraid I walked into town..."
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Damaia stands up and picks her backpack off the floor next to her chair and swings it over her back. Her tail is upright, the tip being in parallel to the back of her neck. It sways once from left to right like someone wagging their finger as she tries to figure out what kind of trees they're looking for. (Nature: 18) However she isn't too worried about the trees since they have Jasmal with them. She answers Duncan, "I don't have a steed. I usually walk everywhere or hitch a ride on someone's cart."
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"Forest of trees... forest of trees... I knew a tree called Jessop once, lovely fellow he was too, the birds all loved him - Squirrels too but he preferred the birds - until the lightning hit him that is, he was never the same after really - is there a town called Jessop? Jessopville? Jessopton? Jessopia? It would be lovely if he could have a town named for him, I'm sure that would be some comfort to him in his old age though I dare say he'd prefer to have his leaves back - but we can't all be in the full green of youth our whole lives, can we? Kheh-kheh-kheh, no, the seasons move on, autumn comes to us all, and the cruel cruel winter. Winterville? Branchardstown? Barkshire! Would anyone like any more tea?"
Her ears perk up a little at Duncan's question.
"A Steed you say.... a steed... No I'm not much of a one for riding these days, don't have the thighs for it any more. When I was a younger girl, let me tell you, I could crack a walnut with the best of them, but autumn comes to us all....." She trails off again.
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