The dream, or vision as it would be realized by most of you, came on suddenly. Your god showed it to you in their own way, some softening the edges of the dream to make it less harsh, while others accented those very edges, making you scream and toss in the midst of the dream. Regardless of how the vision was shown to you, you all were shown the following...
The world, not the one you know and live upon, but another, is shown racked by fire, lightning, acid, poison, and much more. Great shapes swoop and fly, stomp and crush, while powerful beings ride on the winged shape's backs. The winged shapes are shown to be dragons, great and powerful beasts, with even a five-headed one, many of you would realize as Tiamat, being ridden and controled by one of the riders. Another massive, silvery dragon, is ridden by another, the two the center of the devistation ravaging the world. Those dragons though,as fierce and powerful as they appear, are nothing compared to the figures that ride them, and control them. The air warps and ripples around the riders, vibrating and sundering where the rippling fields of one rider meets those of another. Power explodes from riders, ripping and tearing at each other, and at beings of power that rise up against them. These others are radiant beings, there is no doubt that they are divine, gods and goddesses of power, both dark and light. They are smashed and thrown down though, as not even they could stand to face those who ride the dragons.
As you watch the world itself is consumed in a conflagration of power. The riders turn their mounts away from the destruction they have wrought, and seek to move onward, to find a different world. They battle even as they move away, dragons falling from the sky like rain. One single being moves to bar the rider's from leaving this world. He appears as a wizened old man, looking tired and sad, as he stands before the horde of dragons, and those who ride some of them. He raises a hand and a rip appears in the very fabric of reality. A rip that turns back on the riders, sweeping them from their mounts, and sending them plummeting into a gray void. Few of the dragons made it out of the rip prior to it closing, Tiamat and the Silver amongst those who did so. Inside the rip in reality is utter distruction, power unleashed in uncontrolled vortexes of inescapable devistation.
As the vision fades you find yourself standing, still in a vision, but one quite different than the previous. Now you stand in the domain of your god or goddess, with them taking on mortal form before you, to speak to you in this vision.
"What you saw will come to pass, none of us are safe from it, unless those riders are stopped." A voice of power sounds throughout the vision. It is soft and nurturing, or harsh and like a thousand slices of a blade, depending on the nature of your god. "Those riders are even now on this world, growing in power once more, reborn and working to regain what was taken from them by Ao so many eons ago. So much time has passed that even he barely remembers that time." The god or goddess stares into your very soul as they speak to you. "These riders are undetectible by even my power, they are invisible to magic, both arcane nad divine, it seems. Those that travel with them, both dragons and mortal alike, are clouded, but we can feel them to some extent. What we do know is that they are seeking items, items that are invested with the power that these riders must reclaim to regain the level of divine powers they once claimed. Your task is to find those items, as many as you can, and to keep them away from the riders, and those rider's servants."
The vision shifts, showing a view of a massive city, one with a very unique, and recognizeable, black tower sticking up from inside of it. A mountain claims one entire side of the city, with the brooding castle known as Castle Waterdeep lurking on its slopes.
"You will meet those you must abide working with here." Your god's voice says in their usual way of speaking. "I will save you the time and effort of such a travel though, so that the world does not become unsalvageable while you travel." You feel yourself moving then, not mearly your mind, but your corporial being as well.
The vision ends, with you now standing outside of another famous place, the Yawning Portal tavern, sitting in the very shadow of Castle Waterdeep on the mountainside above.
"Those you will need to work with are inside." Your god's voice says into your mind as you stand on the street outside of the Yawning Portal. A few passerbies glance at you, obviously surprised as you suddenly appeared near them, but they keep moving, not getting too upset or concerned about it. "You will recognize them on sight, I have made certain of that. You will likely not enjoy many of them, but know that this is required if there is to be a world, and a reality, to inhabit in the future."
As you walk inside the tavern you find each other, and know each other as your intended contacts on sight. Please introduce your character...
After going on a mission with the Order of the Gauntlet Senna patrols the area to make sure it now safe. She rides her silver horse through the woods at night untill she finds herself riding in thick fog that is rapidly getting more dense. Whoa, slow down Argento. She says to slow down a bit to make sure she doesnt ride into anything only to notice the fog seems to be clearing up. But once she regains vision she finds herself watching the vision of dragons and their riders battle gods.
Senna recognizing the mortal form as her goddess and she is at a loss for words. The soft voice or Selune rings through to her very core. Before she can ask questions the vision shifts and the fog clearing Senna finds herself in Waterdeep, a place she has visited before with her Order but far from where she expected to be.
What just happened? she asks Argento as much as her self as she places a hand on his neck to see if this is still real. She dismounts her horse and ties him to a fence outside the Yawning Portal tavern. I believe we have been asked to go on a mission my friend she pats Argento and starts walking to the door. Senna tries to ignore the startled people around her. It wouldnt be the first time they stare at her. She adjusts her light brown cape to cover her white hair a bit more to draw less attention and moves inside the tavern.
Stepping through the doors the people inside would see a slender woman with all the features of one of the most beautiful elves they have seen. However she also stands out for other reasons, her white hair and her skin that is a blueish grey tone. The cape covers part of it now so she feels like less eyes would stick on her.
Beneath the cloak some fabric on her belly will be showing fine cloth and leather pants. Her belt having several small bags but nothing to distort her elegant figure. Senna looks around trying to find those who her goddess spoke of. Untill she spots one she will find herself an empty table and sit down. She keeps her cape over her head for now but will keep looking around for those that stand out but also those of her Order. The Order does not have a large presence in Waterdeep but some should be around somewhere.
Senna will not wave for any of the staff to come take her order but if she is asked she will place one. Ill take a tankard of mead please. Perhaps a drink will help after such an unsettling vision.
Kerah blinks once. He was just on a snowy mountain, but now he's in front of a tavern, and it didn't seem strange at all. She... spoke to him. Directly. Being blessed by the goddess was one thing. Receiving such a task, directly from her, however, was not a thing he had ever dreamt of. He was aware that his belief is being tested by her for quite some time, but he couldn't understand why... until now. Well, if that is what she wishes, he'll do his best to complete the task, and the first step is...
Kerah steps forward, opening the door and stands at the entrance for a moment. The Goliath himself doesn't look that special. 7' 1" tall, normal for a Goliath. His grey eyes and skin aren't much of an attraction and neither is his bald head. His equipment is the only thing that could attract one's attention. First, his cloak. Like ice, it reflects the light that shines on it, but this is no normal reflection. Anyone who looks at it might feel like they are crossing their eyes. On the cloak, is a symbol of a six-pointed snowflake. With a mere glance, even a child could tell his armour is not metallic. Through the clear crystal, you can see the leather padding below. One could even mistake it for glass, though Kerah and anyone knowledgeable enough could tell it's actually adamantine - an almost unbreakable crystal. On the breastplate of the armour, there's a large sigil. A six-pointed snowflake. A leather belt is strapped along his hip line, holding a small pouch and a... sickle? It does look like a sickle, but instead of rusty iron, the blade is silver, and it glimmers with a faint silvery light, even inside the tavern. By another leather strap, a shield hangs on his back. The shield is made of the same substance as Kerah's armour, and another six-pointed snowflake is carved into it. Other than those items, a ring on his finger and leather boots to his feet both bear the same sigil of the Frostmaiden, Icedawn, Auril. A bag hangs over his shoulder, though this one doesn't bear any snowflake. It looks small - too small to contain... almost anything really. You could probably fit a pomelo inside, though it will take all the space inside. At least it seems that way. Other than those items, he carries nothing.
Realising he is blocking the way, Kerah walks inside the tavern. He quickly searches the room, but it takes less than a moment before he sees one. He has never seen her before - he's sure about that - but he knows she is one of them. He approaches and sits down in front of her. Looking at her, she doesn't strike him as a follower of his faith. They are so rare that it is easy to recognise one, once you know what to look for. "You don't look like one who worships the Icedawn,"his deep, resonant voice speaks, "but despite never meeting you, I already recognise you as one of us. I am called Kerah, it seems like we'll be working together to save the world."
Yashin blinked as he appeared before the inn. Before he could ask any questions, he could feel his god’s presence depart and he was alone in the strange place. He could not believe it. One moment he was Calling Down the Thunder, providing a sacrifice to his god with lightning, when he was suddenly called to stand before the Talos himself and presented his mission. Surely he was among the most favored of the Storm Lord!
He walked into the building, looking out for the others he was sent to join. A tall, imposing presence he stands just under 8 feet tall with gray, mottled skin. He was clad in flat, lusterless full plate, wrapped in a black cloak embroidered with silver teardrops and jagged lines of gold and silver thread that gave the impression of lightning. An holy amulet embossed with three lightning bolts radiating from a central point hung around his neck and a similar sigil was displayed on the face of his well-worn shield. An iron warhammer with an eldritch rune embedded in the handle was slung across his back alongside his shield.
One bright green eye glanced around the room, the other covered with a dark eye-patch,and settled on the group at a far table. Without knowing them, he recognizes them as his group immediately. He was surprised to see another Goliath, especially so far from the mountains. He had not been around his own kind for years, since his exile from his clan. He recognized the symbol of the Frostmaiden, an ally of his own god. He could not immediately place the elf, but was sure he was with the right group.
Approaching the table, he introduces himself to the group “While I do not know any of you, I feel that we were drawn here for the same purpose. I am Yashin, and I believe that we have shared some of the same visions.”
Senna instinctively places a hand on the table ready to push herself up as Kerah comes to her table. But a feeling washes over her that he is one of those her goddess spoke of. A strange feeling.
Icedawn? he replies to Kerah No i follow Selune, the Moonmaiden. She is the one who guided me here.
As the other Goliath Yashin takes his seat Senna nods and introduces herself with a serious voice I am Senna Ashenvale captain of the Order of the Gauntlet. She adds her rank and faction since these goliaths are clearly not from around here. But she recognizes the symbols to their gods. Likely they are from the far north, further then she had gone herself but the Order still has a presence in the ten towns so they might of heard of it.
She continues to watch the door for others, surely her goddess would not send her to work with these two behemoths. She bits on her lower lip as she is unsure she will be comfortable in this group. Senna glances to Kerah and Yashin again with Kerah's words ringing in her ears, to save the world . It sounded to strange but she could not deny the visions and says with a soft voice Yes, it seems we are needed for a mission of great importance.
Kerah eyes the other Goliath. He had met a few of them in his life, but so few that he could count them on a single hand. He may be naturally strong due to his origin of birth, but the others can see he doesn't look particularly powerful. Rather, what might be intimidating, is the fact that his eyes seem to be following every tiny movement they make. The peaceful look on his face, as if he can read their intentions. They can get the feeling that no lie would pass undetected. Similarly, he had noticed Senna's discomfort. "I see. Then it seems the gods have banded together. It is strange to imagine that they would, but here we are." He smiles at the others, assuringly. "I do have one concern, however. I was told that the best way to stop this threat would be to find a few items, but I wasn't told which items nor where they might be. Has your goddess shared such information with you, captain Ashenvale? Yashin?"
"Moradin's beard, this is my chance," says Brock as he lands outside the tavern. With a boisterous laugh he stomps through the threshold of the Tavern. Brock only stands at 4'8", but is presence was enough to fill the whole room. Like most Dwarves he is covered head to to in armor, a full plate, and under the seams adamantine shows. On his left arm, there is a shield with a eye emblazoned on it. The only uncommon thing on him compared to must Dwarves that instead of and axe of blade, he holds a staff which seems to hum with a magical power. Looking around his blue eyes spotted a unusual group and with the throes of laughter shaking his golden beard, makes his way across the room. As he walked passed there were whispers of 'Ironhide' and 'Brock' which left a grin on his face. However, through the crowd he heard the name 'Tork' break through the crowd. Pausing for just a moment Brock goes to the bar keep and says, throwing couple gold on the counter, "Gives us some ale and food at the table over there. I need to talk some business." Walking towards the group the dwarf seats down and says, "So, you the group that old Moradin told me about?"
Ichika let her eyes refocus and gazed at the Yawning Portal before her. She turned her head and the majestic Castle Waterdeep stood on top of the mountain, reflecting with watchful eyes. She was unfamiliar with the continent of Faerun, and this was the first time she had breathed air this far from home. She took a deep breath and let her lungs expand, filled with bustling and foreign air. Her heart still pounded fiercely, Chan Cheng, the Mighty Lord of Heroes had called her, and this time, she was able to seize this opportunity to prove herself, to prove that the lessons of honor and loyalty she had been taught since childhood were deeply imprinted in her blood.
Her grip on the polearm of the glaive at her side tightened and relaxed as she looked up, the polished blade reflecting the sharp light, while she still remembered the bloodbath in Gamani Valley, where he had turned her away. ”Father......" she whispered, "You will see."
She looked up again, this time with her shoulders spread and her back straight, and walked into the tavern. She moved freely under her heavy plate armor, her high ponytail swaying behind her as she moved, the rest of her long hair hanging securely behind her back, a few strands of chestnut-colored, broken hair framing her petite, fair face. She looks to be in her early twenties, standing at 5'6, and holding a polearm taller than her at her side, with a bundle of red tassels hanging under the halberd, as dazzling a red as the feathers she tied her hair with. In her homeland this was the custom - the tassel draws blood, and tying a red tassel to the top of the polearm stops the blood from flowing down the shaft of the spear, to the detriment of the bearer's power.
She walked towards her future companions, stood her war glaive at her side, and clasped her fist in salute. “Ichika Miyamoto,” she says, “Of the shrine Minasunai, and samurai of Shou Lung, Receiver of the Dragon. It is a pleasure.”
Senna instinctively places a hand on the table ready to push herself up as Kerah comes to her table. But a feeling washes over her that he is one of those her goddess spoke of. A strange feeling.
Icedawn? he replies to Kerah No i follow Selune, the Moonmaiden. She is the one who guided me here.
As the other Goliath Yashin takes his seat Senna nods and introduces herself with a serious voice I am Senna Ashenvale captain of the Order of the Gauntlet. She adds her rank and faction since these goliaths are clearly not from around here. But she recognizes the symbols to their gods. Likely they are from the far north, further then she had gone herself but the Order still has a presence in the ten towns so they might of heard of it.
She continues to watch the door for others, surely her goddess would not send her to work with these two behemoths. She bits on her lower lip as she is unsure she will be comfortable in this group. Senna glances to Kerah and Yashin again with Kerah's words ringing in her ears, to save the world . It sounded to strange but she could not deny the visions and says with a soft voice Yes, it seems we are needed for a mission of great importance.
"Be at ease child..." A soothing voice rolls through your soul, easing your nerves. "These uncouth giant-kin may not be the most savory of companions, but they have been chosen, like yourself, so workw ith them as you can."
Kerah eyes the other Goliath. He had met a few of them in his life, but so few that he could count them on a single hand. He may be naturally strong due to his origin of birth, but the others can see he doesn't look particularly powerful. Rather, what might be intimidating, is the fact that his eyes seem to be following every tiny movement they make. The peaceful look on his face, as if he can read their intentions. They can get the feeling that no lie would pass undetected. Similarly, he had noticed Senna's discomfort. "I see. Then it seems the gods have banded together. It is strange to imagine that they would, but here we are." He smiles at the others, assuringly. "I do have one concern, however. I was told that the best way to stop this threat would be to find a few items, but I wasn't told which items nor where they might be. Has your goddess shared such information with you, captain Ashenvale? Yashin?"
< "Be patient." A frigid voice snaps inside your soul. You feel cold, cold that is unlike the cold you can just shrug off, a cold that goes past your defenses. "Just wait and observe. One will come who will explain matters." The voice is testy and a bit impatient themselves. /p>
Ichika let her eyes refocus and gazed at the Yawning Portal before her. She turned her head and the majestic Castle Waterdeep stood on top of the mountain, reflecting with watchful eyes. She was unfamiliar with the continent of Faerun, and this was the first time she had breathed air this far from home. She took a deep breath and let her lungs expand, filled with bustling and foreign air. Her heart still pounded fiercely, Chan Cheng, the Mighty Lord of Heroes had called her, and this time, she was able to seize this opportunity to prove herself, to prove that the lessons of honor and loyalty she had been taught since childhood were deeply imprinted in her blood.
Her grip on the polearm of the glaive at her side tightened and relaxed as she looked up, the polished blade reflecting the sharp light, while she still remembered the bloodbath in Gamani Valley, where he had turned her away. ”Father......" she whispered, "You will see."
She looked up again, this time with her shoulders spread and her back straight, and walked into the tavern. She moved freely under her heavy plate armor, her high ponytail swaying behind her as she moved, the rest of her long hair hanging securely behind her back, a few strands of chestnut-colored, broken hair framing her petite, fair face. She looks to be in her early twenties, standing at 5'6, and holding a polearm taller than her at her side, with a bundle of red tassels hanging under the halberd, as dazzling a red as the feathers she tied her hair with. In her homeland this was the custom - the tassel draws blood, and tying a red tassel to the top of the polearm stops the blood from flowing down the shaft of the spear, to the detriment of the bearer's power.
She walked towards her future companions, stood her war glaive at her side, and clasped her fist in salute. “Ichika Miyamoto,” she says, “Of the shrine Minasunai, and samurai of Shou Lung, Receiver of the Dragon. It is a pleasure.”
A feeling of pride washes through you, a feeling that comes from without, not within. You know, somehow, that this is your god's pride in you, in your showing yourself as strong before those champions of the other gods.
'Forgive me, I will do as you say.' Kerah thinks. Prays, might be more fitting, though that was not exactly a prayer. "Quite a bunch they called for. I wonder just how many of them are in this together. I am Kerah," Kerah reintroduces himself to the new arrivals, "a devout follower of the Frostmaiden." After that, he looks at his hand. He clenches his fingers into a fist. "Tell me please," he whispers, "what will tomorrow's weather be like?" He then opens his hand, revealing a small sensory effect that would tell him the answer.
(OOC: Also, I forgot to ask... What season is it now?)
The elven warrior stood outside the Yawning Portal and looked around at his sudden new surroundings, his expression mostly blank. After a few seconds delay he stepped forward and entered the famous tavern. With the grace of an elf but the posture of an extensively trained military man to match his stern expression, Aio stood in front of the bar and surveyed the scene.
When asked if they could help him by the bartender, the elf simply replied with a cold "no".
When offered a drink at least, Aio turned and surveyed the barkeep and his various offerings before looking away and replying an equally dismissive "I think not."
Spotting his new companions without being quite sure how he knew, Aio glided over to their table. He studied them in silence from only a few feet away, looking each up and down without hiding his effort to judge each of them, stopping only briefly to study the various holy symbols displayed. The elf was adorned in a variety of fine items including a deep blue cloak and a small, ornate bag at his hip. The finest of them all was surely either the intricately detailed blue and silver armor made of many thin strips of various elven worked leathers and thin strips of metal or the equally fine sheath of a scimitar at his hip.
Still with a rigid expression, Aio finally spoke to the new companions that have been thrust upon him. "It seems the Gods continue to test us in unexpected ways. I would have chosen my own trained squad, but no doubt you have skills I can teach you to synergize." Senna likely notices Aio glance at her a bit more than the others.
Brock begins to laugh out loud at Aio and says, "Well when they made you they put the stick way up in there. You may be use to leading where your from, but from my viewpoint we are all equal here. So sit down have a bite to eat, and realize you are not the most important person in the room and your god is the same level as ours." When he says this a stern look slides unto his face looking at elf with which seems to broker no argument.
Looking towards Ichika he says, "and you foreigner... sit down and have some food you look famished." His face seems to switch back to his happy jovial self as he said this with another laugh. As some food his being served he grabs some bread ripping off a chunk and puts it his mouth. After chewing says, "So which gods are you lot serving under?"
Ssej silently moves through the grass to the cliff top, looking down at the camp of Red Wizards as they stupidly sit beside their campfire in their arrogance. They think they are superior to all and left only the one sentry who quickly died to Ssej's teeth sinking into its fleshy neck.
Ssej was just about to launch himself at his prey when he felt a familiar presence caress the yellow frill flowing down his back. Not now, I am about to feed. Iss thiss another tesst? Trying to disstract me when I am about to attack? Ssej mentally says in annoyance at being disturbed. He can feel that presence trying to steer him in another direction but Ssej is too focused on his quarry in front of him to be bothered.
The crack of a log in the fire brings his focus back as he leaps down the 50' cliff landing at the edge of the firelight already sprinting at his foes. The look of surprise, alarm and more importantly confusion on their faces, spurs him on even more. Ssej grips his dagger tighter looking forward to plunging it again and again into the Red Wizard sheep before him, as drool starts to drip from his toothy grin.
He ignores the annoyed presence in his head and continues to charge but then the campfire glows brighter and explodes with a bright light, blinding Ssej for a brief moment. Crouching down in a defensive stance Ssej shakes his head to clear the pinpricks from his eyes and is greeted with the sight of nothing but grey surrounding him. Why, why would you do thiss? I had them, they were mine to enact vengeance upon. Why would you take thiss from me? Ssej says to the shadowy form standing next to him. The shadowy creature says nothing but points to the horizon in front of them as suddenly a dragon swoops down in front of Ssej, startling him at the suddenness of its appearance. Ssej looks around and sees that he is now in the midst of a great battle and lets it play out in front of him.
As suddenly as it began it stops and Ssej turns to Hoar, What would you have me do? I am yourss to command. The figure grins as the whole of Faerun spreads below the both of them, and far to the west a beacon shines and a names is whispered into Ssej's ear, Waterdeep. The beacon grows closer and brighter as the two of them go hurtling toward it, the ground a blue blur beneath their floating feet. "I have need of you to venture with a group and locate these objects of power. You might not enjoy the company of those you will be traveling with, but you will work with them if you ever want to continue your hunt of Red Wizards." Hoar commands and with that there is another flash and Ssej finds himself on a city street the looming black castle of Waterdeep towering above and the entrance to a tavern before him.
Growling with annoyance, Ssej steadies himself and enters the establishment looking for his new companions. Immediately he sees a two tall Goliaths, Elf, Dwarf, Aasimar and a human already seated at a table in the back. Impressive as their persona seems, Ssej would hold judgement on just how worthy they truly will be in combat.
Ssej brings the cowl of his cloak up and over his head so just his green teeth lined snout sticks out and makes his way to the table. Most people tend to scramble out of his way, especially when it seems you can't directly look at Ssej, his body shimmering to the left and right. But there is no mistaking the 6'4" muscle bound Lizardfolk striding through the tavern. All he seems to be wearing is the cloak, a massive belt that seems to be on fire or at least depicting dancing flames on it that is holding up a loin cloth made of some creatures hide, a surprisingly fancy set of boots and then a chain with an insignia with purple gems hanging from it.
"Evening, I have been ordered to accompany you lot on an quest. I am named Ssej, do you think we are all here or are there more showing up?" Ssej says to the seated group and then grabs an ale from a wench who happens to be passing by. "I will need another and bring me the leg of a deer, the bloodier the better." he orders, tossing a gold coin at her. Without waiting for any replies he will move around the table to lean against the wall behind the group, his eyes ever watchful for danger.
Ichika stifled a laugh at Brock’s remark, but her discipline kept it hidden well. She nodded courteously at the dwarf and found a seat. She leaned her polearm against the table and positioned it carefully so it does not get in the way. She removed her gauntlets and reached for a piece of bread.
“Nice to see Faerun isn’t that different after all,” She says, eyeing the elf of the group, then returning her gaze on her bread and focusing on ripping a piece without dropping crumbs, yet with a smile on the corner of her lips. “Feels just like home.” She is definitely no stranger to uppity stuck-ups. She was raised by one.
“I serve Chan Cheng of the Nine Immortals, the Mighty Lord of Heroes.” She says, putting a hand on her glaive. Her polearm is etched intricately with a majestic dragon soaring in the sky, elegantly gilded. “His name lends us bravery in battle.”
“Hmm don’t know, but I’m sure they will let us know when everyone is here, but sit, relax, let’s get to know each other,” he says with a wink.
looking towards Ichika he thinks for a minute. “Hmm never heard of him, but not very surprising. The world is vast, the amount we do know is a thimble compared to it,” he says nodding with a sage like demeanor before stuffing more bread crust in his mouth.
At this point some drinks arrive at the table and taking a mug he downs the contents. “Hmm better grab the strong stuff for me dear, or I won’t even feel the buzz,” he says handing the mug back.
Kerah silently reads the situation. There seems to be tension between a few in the group, and he wondered where that would lead. As far as he was concerned, the goddess asked that they work together, and that's what he'll do. He wasn't sure whether the others will follow as well. He'll keep his neutrality in this group. It doesn't matter whether they fight among themselves or not, so long as they complete the task they were given. "She said someone will come and explain everything. Until then, we wait. If someone is yet to arrive, I assume they'll be here before then. If not, their god will surely guide them to us, or us to them."
Replying to Kerah's question of which items they are to recover Senna shakes her head She has not, but i have faith she will guide my path when the time is right.
Hearing the voice of her goddess calms her thinking as some sort of reply to Selune My apologies, i will do my best.
It does not take long to notice the loud dwarf walking over. He certainly makes his presence known. Perhaps it would serve as a tension relief to this meeting of champions.
In response to Ichika's introduction she replies again by introducing herself as much to Ichika as Brock I am Senna Ashenvale, of the Order of the Gauntlet. Senna tries to recall anything about Shou Lung or the shrine Minasunai but cannot remember hearing of it before and this human was unlike any that she had seen before.
With Aio's introduction Senna frowns at his arrogant tone. Sure Senna has followed other captains in the past but she commanded others now as well. Noticing his gaze on her Senna blocks her instinct to look away and eyes him back. She tries to calm herself but arrogance and high elves always seemed to bring her back to her childhood. Perhaps his intent is different. She should try harder to accept him as her goddess asked of her. From his appearance he looks military, that ment discipline, something she could respect. With Brocks laughter and words breaking her gaze her attention goes to the food and drinks on the table.
Since it is no longer possible to not stand out with these companions she uses both her hands to move the cowl of her cloak back to reveal her hair fully, also showing a fine circlet she wears. But that is not all the jewelry displayed. As her arms move up the cloak is only held by a brooch revealing her cut top and the crystal on her necklass. The intricate crystal has several chambers where red liquid seems to be kept inside some of them. To some of the locals the jewelry would just look like expensive shiny things but this group would know they are magical.
After the cowl is down she will reply to Brocks question. I serve Selune, the Moonmaiden. And if i recall correctly you mentioned serving Moradin yes?
Seeing the lizardfolk up close she grabs her drink and gulps down some of the mead. Clearly this would be no ordinary group.
Yashin watches the interchange between the dwarf and the arrogant elf. ‘“Hah” Yashin barks. “I like this one” he says gesturing to the dwarf.
Surveying the table, he takes in the wide range of faiths and races. Lands and gods he never even knew existed. “Surely the threat is great if all of our gods are working together to bring us here.” He introduces himself to the newcomers at the table “My name is Yashin, a humble servant of Talos. My god is not prone to idle missions and does not suffer disobedience lightly, so I am committed to our cause, whatever it may be, and may it allow me to spread wrath and destruction in the Storm Lord’s name.”
Turing toward Brock he grabs his drink “Now, how about a competition while we wait, first to drain their mug wins?”
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The dream, or vision as it would be realized by most of you, came on suddenly. Your god showed it to you in their own way, some softening the edges of the dream to make it less harsh, while others accented those very edges, making you scream and toss in the midst of the dream. Regardless of how the vision was shown to you, you all were shown the following...
The world, not the one you know and live upon, but another, is shown racked by fire, lightning, acid, poison, and much more. Great shapes swoop and fly, stomp and crush, while powerful beings ride on the winged shape's backs. The winged shapes are shown to be dragons, great and powerful beasts, with even a five-headed one, many of you would realize as Tiamat, being ridden and controled by one of the riders. Another massive, silvery dragon, is ridden by another, the two the center of the devistation ravaging the world. Those dragons though,as fierce and powerful as they appear, are nothing compared to the figures that ride them, and control them. The air warps and ripples around the riders, vibrating and sundering where the rippling fields of one rider meets those of another. Power explodes from riders, ripping and tearing at each other, and at beings of power that rise up against them. These others are radiant beings, there is no doubt that they are divine, gods and goddesses of power, both dark and light. They are smashed and thrown down though, as not even they could stand to face those who ride the dragons.
As you watch the world itself is consumed in a conflagration of power. The riders turn their mounts away from the destruction they have wrought, and seek to move onward, to find a different world. They battle even as they move away, dragons falling from the sky like rain. One single being moves to bar the rider's from leaving this world. He appears as a wizened old man, looking tired and sad, as he stands before the horde of dragons, and those who ride some of them. He raises a hand and a rip appears in the very fabric of reality. A rip that turns back on the riders, sweeping them from their mounts, and sending them plummeting into a gray void. Few of the dragons made it out of the rip prior to it closing, Tiamat and the Silver amongst those who did so. Inside the rip in reality is utter distruction, power unleashed in uncontrolled vortexes of inescapable devistation.
As the vision fades you find yourself standing, still in a vision, but one quite different than the previous. Now you stand in the domain of your god or goddess, with them taking on mortal form before you, to speak to you in this vision.
"What you saw will come to pass, none of us are safe from it, unless those riders are stopped." A voice of power sounds throughout the vision. It is soft and nurturing, or harsh and like a thousand slices of a blade, depending on the nature of your god. "Those riders are even now on this world, growing in power once more, reborn and working to regain what was taken from them by Ao so many eons ago. So much time has passed that even he barely remembers that time." The god or goddess stares into your very soul as they speak to you. "These riders are undetectible by even my power, they are invisible to magic, both arcane nad divine, it seems. Those that travel with them, both dragons and mortal alike, are clouded, but we can feel them to some extent. What we do know is that they are seeking items, items that are invested with the power that these riders must reclaim to regain the level of divine powers they once claimed. Your task is to find those items, as many as you can, and to keep them away from the riders, and those rider's servants."
The vision shifts, showing a view of a massive city, one with a very unique, and recognizeable, black tower sticking up from inside of it. A mountain claims one entire side of the city, with the brooding castle known as Castle Waterdeep lurking on its slopes.
"You will meet those you must abide working with here." Your god's voice says in their usual way of speaking. "I will save you the time and effort of such a travel though, so that the world does not become unsalvageable while you travel." You feel yourself moving then, not mearly your mind, but your corporial being as well.
The vision ends, with you now standing outside of another famous place, the Yawning Portal tavern, sitting in the very shadow of Castle Waterdeep on the mountainside above.
"Those you will need to work with are inside." Your god's voice says into your mind as you stand on the street outside of the Yawning Portal. A few passerbies glance at you, obviously surprised as you suddenly appeared near them, but they keep moving, not getting too upset or concerned about it. "You will recognize them on sight, I have made certain of that. You will likely not enjoy many of them, but know that this is required if there is to be a world, and a reality, to inhabit in the future."
As you walk inside the tavern you find each other, and know each other as your intended contacts on sight. Please introduce your character...
After going on a mission with the Order of the Gauntlet Senna patrols the area to make sure it now safe. She rides her silver horse through the woods at night untill she finds herself riding in thick fog that is rapidly getting more dense. Whoa, slow down Argento. She says to slow down a bit to make sure she doesnt ride into anything only to notice the fog seems to be clearing up. But once she regains vision she finds herself watching the vision of dragons and their riders battle gods.
Senna recognizing the mortal form as her goddess and she is at a loss for words. The soft voice or Selune rings through to her very core. Before she can ask questions the vision shifts and the fog clearing Senna finds herself in Waterdeep, a place she has visited before with her Order but far from where she expected to be.
What just happened? she asks Argento as much as her self as she places a hand on his neck to see if this is still real. She dismounts her horse and ties him to a fence outside the Yawning Portal tavern. I believe we have been asked to go on a mission my friend she pats Argento and starts walking to the door. Senna tries to ignore the startled people around her. It wouldnt be the first time they stare at her. She adjusts her light brown cape to cover her white hair a bit more to draw less attention and moves inside the tavern.
Stepping through the doors the people inside would see a slender woman with all the features of one of the most beautiful elves they have seen. However she also stands out for other reasons, her white hair and her skin that is a blueish grey tone. The cape covers part of it now so she feels like less eyes would stick on her.
Beneath the cloak some fabric on her belly will be showing fine cloth and leather pants. Her belt having several small bags but nothing to distort her elegant figure. Senna looks around trying to find those who her goddess spoke of. Untill she spots one she will find herself an empty table and sit down. She keeps her cape over her head for now but will keep looking around for those that stand out but also those of her Order. The Order does not have a large presence in Waterdeep but some should be around somewhere.
Senna will not wave for any of the staff to come take her order but if she is asked she will place one. Ill take a tankard of mead please.
Perhaps a drink will help after such an unsettling vision.
Kerah blinks once. He was just on a snowy mountain, but now he's in front of a tavern, and it didn't seem strange at all. She... spoke to him. Directly. Being blessed by the goddess was one thing. Receiving such a task, directly from her, however, was not a thing he had ever dreamt of. He was aware that his belief is being tested by her for quite some time, but he couldn't understand why... until now. Well, if that is what she wishes, he'll do his best to complete the task, and the first step is...
Kerah steps forward, opening the door and stands at the entrance for a moment. The Goliath himself doesn't look that special. 7' 1" tall, normal for a Goliath. His grey eyes and skin aren't much of an attraction and neither is his bald head. His equipment is the only thing that could attract one's attention. First, his cloak. Like ice, it reflects the light that shines on it, but this is no normal reflection. Anyone who looks at it might feel like they are crossing their eyes. On the cloak, is a symbol of a six-pointed snowflake. With a mere glance, even a child could tell his armour is not metallic. Through the clear crystal, you can see the leather padding below. One could even mistake it for glass, though Kerah and anyone knowledgeable enough could tell it's actually adamantine - an almost unbreakable crystal. On the breastplate of the armour, there's a large sigil. A six-pointed snowflake. A leather belt is strapped along his hip line, holding a small pouch and a... sickle? It does look like a sickle, but instead of rusty iron, the blade is silver, and it glimmers with a faint silvery light, even inside the tavern. By another leather strap, a shield hangs on his back. The shield is made of the same substance as Kerah's armour, and another six-pointed snowflake is carved into it. Other than those items, a ring on his finger and leather boots to his feet both bear the same sigil of the Frostmaiden, Icedawn, Auril. A bag hangs over his shoulder, though this one doesn't bear any snowflake. It looks small - too small to contain... almost anything really. You could probably fit a pomelo inside, though it will take all the space inside. At least it seems that way. Other than those items, he carries nothing.
Realising he is blocking the way, Kerah walks inside the tavern. He quickly searches the room, but it takes less than a moment before he sees one. He has never seen her before - he's sure about that - but he knows she is one of them. He approaches and sits down in front of her. Looking at her, she doesn't strike him as a follower of his faith. They are so rare that it is easy to recognise one, once you know what to look for. "You don't look like one who worships the Icedawn," his deep, resonant voice speaks, "but despite never meeting you, I already recognise you as one of us. I am called Kerah, it seems like we'll be working together to save the world."
Varielky | Emma
Yashin blinked as he appeared before the inn. Before he could ask any questions, he could feel his god’s presence depart and he was alone in the strange place. He could not believe it. One moment he was Calling Down the Thunder, providing a sacrifice to his god with lightning, when he was suddenly called to stand before the Talos himself and presented his mission. Surely he was among the most favored of the Storm Lord!
He walked into the building, looking out for the others he was sent to join. A tall, imposing presence he stands just under 8 feet tall with gray, mottled skin. He was clad in flat, lusterless full plate, wrapped in a black cloak embroidered with silver teardrops and jagged lines of gold and silver thread that gave the impression of lightning. An holy amulet embossed with three lightning bolts radiating from a central point hung around his neck and a similar sigil was displayed on the face of his well-worn shield. An iron warhammer with an eldritch rune embedded in the handle was slung across his back alongside his shield.
One bright green eye glanced around the room, the other covered with a dark eye-patch,and settled on the group at a far table. Without knowing them, he recognizes them as his group immediately. He was surprised to see another Goliath, especially so far from the mountains. He had not been around his own kind for years, since his exile from his clan. He recognized the symbol of the Frostmaiden, an ally of his own god. He could not immediately place the elf, but was sure he was with the right group.
Approaching the table, he introduces himself to the group “While I do not know any of you, I feel that we were drawn here for the same purpose. I am Yashin, and I believe that we have shared some of the same visions.”
Senna instinctively places a hand on the table ready to push herself up as Kerah comes to her table. But a feeling washes over her that he is one of those her goddess spoke of. A strange feeling.
Icedawn? he replies to Kerah No i follow Selune, the Moonmaiden. She is the one who guided me here.
As the other Goliath Yashin takes his seat Senna nods and introduces herself with a serious voice I am Senna Ashenvale captain of the Order of the Gauntlet. She adds her rank and faction since these goliaths are clearly not from around here. But she recognizes the symbols to their gods. Likely they are from the far north, further then she had gone herself but the Order still has a presence in the ten towns so they might of heard of it.
She continues to watch the door for others, surely her goddess would not send her to work with these two behemoths. She bits on her lower lip as she is unsure she will be comfortable in this group. Senna glances to Kerah and Yashin again with Kerah's words ringing in her ears, to save the world . It sounded to strange but she could not deny the visions and says with a soft voice Yes, it seems we are needed for a mission of great importance.
Kerah eyes the other Goliath. He had met a few of them in his life, but so few that he could count them on a single hand.
He may be naturally strong due to his origin of birth, but the others can see he doesn't look particularly powerful. Rather, what might be intimidating, is the fact that his eyes seem to be following every tiny movement they make. The peaceful look on his face, as if he can read their intentions. They can get the feeling that no lie would pass undetected. Similarly, he had noticed Senna's discomfort. "I see. Then it seems the gods have banded together. It is strange to imagine that they would, but here we are." He smiles at the others, assuringly. "I do have one concern, however. I was told that the best way to stop this threat would be to find a few items, but I wasn't told which items nor where they might be. Has your goddess shared such information with you, captain Ashenvale? Yashin?"
Varielky | Emma
"Moradin's beard, this is my chance," says Brock as he lands outside the tavern. With a boisterous laugh he stomps through the threshold of the Tavern. Brock only stands at 4'8", but is presence was enough to fill the whole room. Like most Dwarves he is covered head to to in armor, a full plate, and under the seams adamantine shows. On his left arm, there is a shield with a eye emblazoned on it. The only uncommon thing on him compared to must Dwarves that instead of and axe of blade, he holds a staff which seems to hum with a magical power. Looking around his blue eyes spotted a unusual group and with the throes of laughter shaking his golden beard, makes his way across the room. As he walked passed there were whispers of 'Ironhide' and 'Brock' which left a grin on his face. However, through the crowd he heard the name 'Tork' break through the crowd. Pausing for just a moment Brock goes to the bar keep and says, throwing couple gold on the counter, "Gives us some ale and food at the table over there. I need to talk some business." Walking towards the group the dwarf seats down and says, "So, you the group that old Moradin told me about?"
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Ichika let her eyes refocus and gazed at the Yawning Portal before her. She turned her head and the majestic Castle Waterdeep stood on top of the mountain, reflecting with watchful eyes. She was unfamiliar with the continent of Faerun, and this was the first time she had breathed air this far from home. She took a deep breath and let her lungs expand, filled with bustling and foreign air. Her heart still pounded fiercely, Chan Cheng, the Mighty Lord of Heroes had called her, and this time, she was able to seize this opportunity to prove herself, to prove that the lessons of honor and loyalty she had been taught since childhood were deeply imprinted in her blood.
Her grip on the polearm of the glaive at her side tightened and relaxed as she looked up, the polished blade reflecting the sharp light, while she still remembered the bloodbath in Gamani Valley, where he had turned her away. ”Father......" she whispered, "You will see."
She looked up again, this time with her shoulders spread and her back straight, and walked into the tavern. She moved freely under her heavy plate armor, her high ponytail swaying behind her as she moved, the rest of her long hair hanging securely behind her back, a few strands of chestnut-colored, broken hair framing her petite, fair face. She looks to be in her early twenties, standing at 5'6, and holding a polearm taller than her at her side, with a bundle of red tassels hanging under the halberd, as dazzling a red as the feathers she tied her hair with. In her homeland this was the custom - the tassel draws blood, and tying a red tassel to the top of the polearm stops the blood from flowing down the shaft of the spear, to the detriment of the bearer's power.
She walked towards her future companions, stood her war glaive at her side, and clasped her fist in salute. “Ichika Miyamoto,” she says, “Of the shrine Minasunai, and samurai of Shou Lung, Receiver of the Dragon. It is a pleasure.”
"Be at ease child..." A soothing voice rolls through your soul, easing your nerves. "These uncouth giant-kin may not be the most savory of companions, but they have been chosen, like yourself, so workw ith them as you can."
< "Be patient." A frigid voice snaps inside your soul. You feel cold, cold that is unlike the cold you can just shrug off, a cold that goes past your defenses. "Just wait and observe. One will come who will explain matters." The voice is testy and a bit impatient themselves. /p>
A feeling of pride washes through you, a feeling that comes from without, not within. You know, somehow, that this is your god's pride in you, in your showing yourself as strong before those champions of the other gods.
'Forgive me, I will do as you say.' Kerah thinks. Prays, might be more fitting, though that was not exactly a prayer. "Quite a bunch they called for. I wonder just how many of them are in this together. I am Kerah," Kerah reintroduces himself to the new arrivals, "a devout follower of the Frostmaiden." After that, he looks at his hand. He clenches his fingers into a fist. "Tell me please," he whispers, "what will tomorrow's weather be like?" He then opens his hand, revealing a small sensory effect that would tell him the answer.
(OOC: Also, I forgot to ask... What season is it now?)
Varielky | Emma
The elven warrior stood outside the Yawning Portal and looked around at his sudden new surroundings, his expression mostly blank. After a few seconds delay he stepped forward and entered the famous tavern. With the grace of an elf but the posture of an extensively trained military man to match his stern expression, Aio stood in front of the bar and surveyed the scene.
When asked if they could help him by the bartender, the elf simply replied with a cold "no".
When offered a drink at least, Aio turned and surveyed the barkeep and his various offerings before looking away and replying an equally dismissive "I think not."
Spotting his new companions without being quite sure how he knew, Aio glided over to their table. He studied them in silence from only a few feet away, looking each up and down without hiding his effort to judge each of them, stopping only briefly to study the various holy symbols displayed. The elf was adorned in a variety of fine items including a deep blue cloak and a small, ornate bag at his hip. The finest of them all was surely either the intricately detailed blue and silver armor made of many thin strips of various elven worked leathers and thin strips of metal or the equally fine sheath of a scimitar at his hip.
Still with a rigid expression, Aio finally spoke to the new companions that have been thrust upon him. "It seems the Gods continue to test us in unexpected ways. I would have chosen my own trained squad, but no doubt you have skills I can teach you to synergize." Senna likely notices Aio glance at her a bit more than the others.
Aio Vanthis (A-Oh-Van-Thiss)
Brock begins to laugh out loud at Aio and says, "Well when they made you they put the stick way up in there. You may be use to leading where your from, but from my viewpoint we are all equal here. So sit down have a bite to eat, and realize you are not the most important person in the room and your god is the same level as ours." When he says this a stern look slides unto his face looking at elf with which seems to broker no argument.
Looking towards Ichika he says, "and you foreigner... sit down and have some food you look famished." His face seems to switch back to his happy jovial self as he said this with another laugh. As some food his being served he grabs some bread ripping off a chunk and puts it his mouth. After chewing says, "So which gods are you lot serving under?"
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Ssej silently moves through the grass to the cliff top, looking down at the camp of Red Wizards as they stupidly sit beside their campfire in their arrogance. They think they are superior to all and left only the one sentry who quickly died to Ssej's teeth sinking into its fleshy neck.
Ssej was just about to launch himself at his prey when he felt a familiar presence caress the yellow frill flowing down his back. Not now, I am about to feed. Iss thiss another tesst? Trying to disstract me when I am about to attack? Ssej mentally says in annoyance at being disturbed. He can feel that presence trying to steer him in another direction but Ssej is too focused on his quarry in front of him to be bothered.
The crack of a log in the fire brings his focus back as he leaps down the 50' cliff landing at the edge of the firelight already sprinting at his foes. The look of surprise, alarm and more importantly confusion on their faces, spurs him on even more. Ssej grips his dagger tighter looking forward to plunging it again and again into the Red Wizard sheep before him, as drool starts to drip from his toothy grin.
He ignores the annoyed presence in his head and continues to charge but then the campfire glows brighter and explodes with a bright light, blinding Ssej for a brief moment. Crouching down in a defensive stance Ssej shakes his head to clear the pinpricks from his eyes and is greeted with the sight of nothing but grey surrounding him. Why, why would you do thiss? I had them, they were mine to enact vengeance upon. Why would you take thiss from me? Ssej says to the shadowy form standing next to him. The shadowy creature says nothing but points to the horizon in front of them as suddenly a dragon swoops down in front of Ssej, startling him at the suddenness of its appearance. Ssej looks around and sees that he is now in the midst of a great battle and lets it play out in front of him.
As suddenly as it began it stops and Ssej turns to Hoar, What would you have me do? I am yourss to command. The figure grins as the whole of Faerun spreads below the both of them, and far to the west a beacon shines and a names is whispered into Ssej's ear, Waterdeep. The beacon grows closer and brighter as the two of them go hurtling toward it, the ground a blue blur beneath their floating feet. "I have need of you to venture with a group and locate these objects of power. You might not enjoy the company of those you will be traveling with, but you will work with them if you ever want to continue your hunt of Red Wizards." Hoar commands and with that there is another flash and Ssej finds himself on a city street the looming black castle of Waterdeep towering above and the entrance to a tavern before him.
Growling with annoyance, Ssej steadies himself and enters the establishment looking for his new companions. Immediately he sees a two tall Goliaths, Elf, Dwarf, Aasimar and a human already seated at a table in the back. Impressive as their persona seems, Ssej would hold judgement on just how worthy they truly will be in combat.
Ssej brings the cowl of his cloak up and over his head so just his green teeth lined snout sticks out and makes his way to the table. Most people tend to scramble out of his way, especially when it seems you can't directly look at Ssej, his body shimmering to the left and right. But there is no mistaking the 6'4" muscle bound Lizardfolk striding through the tavern. All he seems to be wearing is the cloak, a massive belt that seems to be on fire or at least depicting dancing flames on it that is holding up a loin cloth made of some creatures hide, a surprisingly fancy set of boots and then a chain with an insignia with purple gems hanging from it.
"Evening, I have been ordered to accompany you lot on an quest. I am named Ssej, do you think we are all here or are there more showing up?" Ssej says to the seated group and then grabs an ale from a wench who happens to be passing by. "I will need another and bring me the leg of a deer, the bloodier the better." he orders, tossing a gold coin at her. Without waiting for any replies he will move around the table to lean against the wall behind the group, his eyes ever watchful for danger.
Ichika stifled a laugh at Brock’s remark, but her discipline kept it hidden well. She nodded courteously at the dwarf and found a seat. She leaned her polearm against the table and positioned it carefully so it does not get in the way. She removed her gauntlets and reached for a piece of bread.
“Nice to see Faerun isn’t that different after all,” She says, eyeing the elf of the group, then returning her gaze on her bread and focusing on ripping a piece without dropping crumbs, yet with a smile on the corner of her lips. “Feels just like home.” She is definitely no stranger to uppity stuck-ups. She was raised by one.
“I serve Chan Cheng of the Nine Immortals, the Mighty Lord of Heroes.” She says, putting a hand on her glaive. Her polearm is etched intricately with a majestic dragon soaring in the sky, elegantly gilded. “His name lends us bravery in battle.”
“Hmm don’t know, but I’m sure they will let us know when everyone is here, but sit, relax, let’s get to know each other,” he says with a wink.
looking towards Ichika he thinks for a minute. “Hmm never heard of him, but not very surprising. The world is vast, the amount we do know is a thimble compared to it,” he says nodding with a sage like demeanor before stuffing more bread crust in his mouth.
At this point some drinks arrive at the table and taking a mug he downs the contents. “Hmm better grab the strong stuff for me dear, or I won’t even feel the buzz,” he says handing the mug back.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Kerah silently reads the situation. There seems to be tension between a few in the group, and he wondered where that would lead. As far as he was concerned, the goddess asked that they work together, and that's what he'll do. He wasn't sure whether the others will follow as well. He'll keep his neutrality in this group. It doesn't matter whether they fight among themselves or not, so long as they complete the task they were given.
"She said someone will come and explain everything. Until then, we wait. If someone is yet to arrive, I assume they'll be here before then. If not, their god will surely guide them to us, or us to them."
Varielky | Emma
Replying to Kerah's question of which items they are to recover Senna shakes her head She has not, but i have faith she will guide my path when the time is right.
Hearing the voice of her goddess calms her thinking as some sort of reply to Selune My apologies, i will do my best.
It does not take long to notice the loud dwarf walking over. He certainly makes his presence known. Perhaps it would serve as a tension relief to this meeting of champions.
In response to Ichika's introduction she replies again by introducing herself as much to Ichika as Brock I am Senna Ashenvale, of the Order of the Gauntlet.
Senna tries to recall anything about Shou Lung or the shrine Minasunai but cannot remember hearing of it before and this human was unlike any that she had seen before.
With Aio's introduction Senna frowns at his arrogant tone. Sure Senna has followed other captains in the past but she commanded others now as well. Noticing his gaze on her Senna blocks her instinct to look away and eyes him back. She tries to calm herself but arrogance and high elves always seemed to bring her back to her childhood. Perhaps his intent is different. She should try harder to accept him as her goddess asked of her. From his appearance he looks military, that ment discipline, something she could respect. With Brocks laughter and words breaking her gaze her attention goes to the food and drinks on the table.
Since it is no longer possible to not stand out with these companions she uses both her hands to move the cowl of her cloak back to reveal her hair fully, also showing a fine circlet she wears. But that is not all the jewelry displayed. As her arms move up the cloak is only held by a brooch revealing her cut top and the crystal on her necklass. The intricate crystal has several chambers where red liquid seems to be kept inside some of them. To some of the locals the jewelry would just look like expensive shiny things but this group would know they are magical.
After the cowl is down she will reply to Brocks question. I serve Selune, the Moonmaiden. And if i recall correctly you mentioned serving Moradin yes?
Seeing the lizardfolk up close she grabs her drink and gulps down some of the mead. Clearly this would be no ordinary group.
Yashin watches the interchange between the dwarf and the arrogant elf. ‘“Hah” Yashin barks. “I like this one” he says gesturing to the dwarf.
Surveying the table, he takes in the wide range of faiths and races. Lands and gods he never even knew existed. “Surely the threat is great if all of our gods are working together to bring us here.” He introduces himself to the newcomers at the table “My name is Yashin, a humble servant of Talos. My god is not prone to idle missions and does not suffer disobedience lightly, so I am committed to our cause, whatever it may be, and may it allow me to spread wrath and destruction in the Storm Lord’s name.”
Turing toward Brock he grabs his drink “Now, how about a competition while we wait, first to drain their mug wins?”