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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 30, 2020 13:28:51 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 10 of 10 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0Conditions: None.Caelin continued his chores, securing the horses for the evening, ensuring feedbags had been filled, hooves cleaned, pebbles removed. He then removed some small items from his belongings and secured them on his person, under his jerkin. He then moved cautiously, staying to the deeper shadows, away from the lit windows, searching the perimeter of the Innhouse, noting the sounds of conversation from the large common room, he circled around towards the rear of the establishment. Allowing the scent to lead him, the scent of the simmering stews and roasted meats, he moved towards what he assumed would be the kitchen's rear door. He knocked tentatively, stooped his shoulders and hunched his back to reduce his height to make himself less threatening.
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 30, 2020 15:37:16 GMT -8
Zakkoth Bozak Mystic Lvl 1
Hp 09/09 AC 15/ Passive Perception 12 ------ Ref
---- Zakkoth gave a nod of respect to Ironwood, a s fellow man of spirit and faith, even if from a diffrent path. He tried to keep on the excited youth who has spoken draconic,but his mind became distracted from the rich exprience to senses, which the inn has provided. Zakkoth was considering to ask beautiful innkeeper about Leoshin, or maybe tease a bit the shy human woman... But his eyes have wided. A female draconian? Outside of Teyr? There was a sense of excitment, but also of anger. Zakkoth walked toward the Kapak female. "Are you a fool?' He hissed in draconic. "In the name of Dark Queen's corpse! How dare you to leave?' He hovered over her. "Our kind need you. You are the future of ussss!' And slam his fist on her table, which spadk with a slo, and whip the floor with his tail. ---- Intimodation 93DUdpIW1d20+21d20+2
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Post by Daos on Mar 30, 2020 15:58:03 GMT -8
Ironwood joins the small audience listening to the cleric speaking. He nods in greeting to the Kagonesti, perhaps a tad surprised to see one of his kind here, but continues with his story without pausing. "It was about five years ago. A number of us were working to cleanse the Northern Waste* of the Storm Over Krynn's influence. But although the Overlord is gone, there were many dangerous beasts still lurking within the desert. Perhaps the scariest one that I saw personally was a spawn." One of the audience, a young woman, speaks up. "But Brother Falconmoon, weren't all the spawn wiped out when their Overlords died?" The priest shakes his head. "Most did. But a few did survive. And they are still out there, crawling about in the Northern Waste or elsewhere." He chuckles. "But not to worry. The Northern Waste is a ways away. We're all quite safe here." He turns his attention to Iro. "Welcome, friend. I've not seen you, or any of your people, visit here before. It must have been a long journey to get here." Eliana, meanwhile, heads over to the bar. The Silvanesti woman is in the middle of pouring some drinks when she answers. "Plenty of rooms tonight, so you're in luck. As for food, what would you like? We have some stew if you want something fast, but otherwise chef can whip up just about anything else if that's not to your liking, miss." Her accent is noticeable, but she speaks Common quite well. Conard makes his order, and the young man nods and heads back to the kitchen to get the bottle it. He then sits down at the table where the older warrior sits. "Ah, welcome young man," the man says, gesturing for him to sit. "Knight Aspirant, eh? You must be here to see Lord Nighthill then. He's a Knight of the Rose, you know. Kind of too old these days to fight wars, but he's still a Knight in body and soul, you know?" The man's face is a bit flushed from drink. "Ah, where are my manners? I'm Markguth. Of Greenest. Just one of the local guards here. Not sure there's much news here that'll be of interest to you, though. Aside from the occasional bandit raid, Greenest is pretty peaceful." Back outside, Garald slips away from the group and starts skulking around. There aren't many people out on the streets now, so moving about without detection is fairly easy. He finds a barn with some fresh hay and a few horses already stabled in. It's not even locked up, so he has no trouble getting inside. After Caelin finishes helping Lilly, the dwarf nods to him and smiles. "Thanks for the help." She grabs her hand axe from next to her driver's seat on the wagon, and tucks it into her belt. "Remind me to buy you a drink later, if you like." She then heads inside to join the others. Caelin does not join her, though. Instead, he slips away, embracing the darkness around him to move undetected around to the back. After knocking on the rear door, he waits a moment, before the door opens and he is greeted by a gangling and awkward looking teenage boy, maybe five years or younger than Caelin himself. "Huh? You aren't the normal potato guy," the boy says in puzzlement. Back in the common room, Zakkoth approaches the lone kapak, striking her table and raising his voice. This causes the room to go silent, as everyone stops talking to look. The kapak reacts with fluid, quick movements. In an instant, she has hopped to her feet, backed away to put the table between herself and Zakkoth, and balls up her claws. She does not appear to be armed, at least from what Zakkoth can see. But her fighting stance suggests she knows how to protect herself, if necessary. "Back off, old man!" she hisses. Despite her confident stance, her eyes are widened with both fear and confusion. "I am here on Governor Kang's** orders. Who the Abyss are you?" ================ {*Lore Dump (Northern Wastes, Overlords and Spawn)} After the Chaos War ended, dragons began slaying each other and absorbing their essences, growing stronger and more powerful. This was known as the Dragon Purge. When it ended, the five most powerful chromatic dragons called themselves the Dragon Overlords. One such Overlord was Khellendros, the Storm Over Krynn, who took northern Solamnia for his territory. He used his powerful magic to reshape the land, turning it into a vast and lifeless desert. He also invented a new type of soldier, by combining the body of a human with the spirit of a draconian, mixed with his own tears and powerful magic--a dragonspawn. The other Overlords learned this technique, each creating their own spawn, as well. When Khellendros was slain in the War of Souls, most of his spawn died, but not all. Furthermore, the desert he created still exists, but druids, wizards and clerics are working to undo the damage. {**Lore Dump (Governor Kang)} When the War of the Lance ended, draconians were left to rot. They had been bred to be soldiers, and without a war to fight, the Dragonarmies had no further use for them. Many became mercenaries or bandits. But one particularly canny bozak, General Kang, took a different tact. After he discovered a clutch of female eggs in the Chaos War, he decided he needed to give his people a future. He and his men reclaimed the city of Teyr, an ancient dwarf city that was destroyed before the Cataclysm. Now the governor of this land, Kang worked to create a home for any and all draconians and become a part of the larger Ansalon community.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 30, 2020 16:41:09 GMT -8
Eliana Reyra Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 1 HP:09/09| AC:16| Spell Attack:+6| Conditions: None
"Ah, the stew would be just fine," Eliana says pleasantly. "I'm going to be sitting over...there," Eliana says, dragging out the last half of her sentence as she turns her attention to the two draconians. Her eyes widen a bit as she is still pointing towards the table with Conrad and the older man. She clears her throat and cautiously heads over to the table she pointed at all the while keeping an eye on what is going to happen between Zakkoth and the kapak
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 30, 2020 20:10:46 GMT -8
Zakkoth Bozak Mystic Lvl 1
Hp 09/09 AC 15/ Passive Perception 12 ------ Ref
---- Zakkoth lowering his fist. "He has hundreds of useless catuplult fodder just like me!" Still hissing in draconic. "Why in Abyss's name he will send a female?!'Now, in more annoyed then enraged expriession,he faceclaw. "I meant to check on my softflash friend, not to babysit a crazy female!'
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Post by Yuki.N> on Mar 30, 2020 22:18:54 GMT -8
Perceval Lenos, Paladin of the LegionAC: 16 | HP: 11/11 | Passive Perception: 15 | Spellcasting modifier: +5, DC 13 | Lay on Hands: 5/5 Conditions: None.
Having finished his business with Caelin, Perceval enters the commonroom and takes a quick scan, taking in the occupants, furniture and atmosphere. Finding his way, to an empty table, he waves the barlad over and orders a drink and some food, whatever they had on hand. Perceval takes the moment to relax and enjoy the smaller comforts of life. The rest, he would worry about tomorrow.
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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 31, 2020 1:48:45 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 10 of 10 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0Conditions: None.Caelin's brow furrowed, confusion flickered across his face, "The potato boy, ser? Nah, that ain't me." He shuffled nervously from one foot to another, "I'm just a charcoal burner's son looking to make something of himself, yea? My pa' wouldn't approve, so I had to go it on my own, you know what it like, ser?" He looked to the courtyard out front where Lilly turned the wagon around, "I could draw water, scrub dishes, peel potatoes, what ever you need if you could give a starving fellow a pile of hay and a bit of stable to sleep, ya?"1d20+3
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Post by PallentisLunam on Mar 31, 2020 5:46:37 GMT -8
Conard Marpique, 1st lvl Ranger AC: 17 | HP's: 11 of 11 | Passive Perception: 10 | Natural Explorer: Grasslands | Favored Enemy: Dragons | Position of Privilege Conditions: None.
"Nighthill, yes," Conard says, "I have heard of him. My mentor-" Conard is interrupted by Zakkoth's outburst. The squire glares across the room with his jaw set. As the tension eases out of the room he looks back to Markguth. "I have arrived in mixed company," Conard explains. "The draconian is apparently half mad. On the road he was mumbling about omens and the gods. It would be wise to keep a close eye on that one."
Conard pauses thinking about what Caelin said to him on the road. "Although some of my more sound companions also expressed concerns that all was not well in Greenest. I have been sent by my sponsor Sir Onthar Frume, to investigate rumors of draconian activity in the region, and I have learned that some believe the Children of Takhisis are plotting some evil or another." Conard's voice lowers as his gaze drifts back over the pair of draconians, "Perhaps my meeting with Sir Nighthill cannot wait?" He is brought back to the present when Eliana arrives at the table, with a small bow and apologetic expression he tells her, "I'm afraid you might have to save me a glass of that wine for another time, lady."
Turning back to Markguth, Conard pulls off his traveling gloves, causally displaying the signet ring on his finger. The young man suddenly becomes formal, drawing himself up and addressing Markguth crisply, "Whom should I speak to about an audience with his lordship, guardsman?"
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Post by Pr0l0t0r on Mar 31, 2020 6:18:17 GMT -8
He turns his attention to Iro. "Welcome, friend. I've not seen you, or any of your people, visit here before. It must have been a long journey to get here." Ironwood "Iro" of the Cragpine Vale -- Kagonesti Lorekeeper (Druid) 1 AC: 12 | HP's: 8/8 | Passive Perception: 13 | Conditions: None. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ironwood listens with interest, mentally filing away the information about the Storm Over Krynn's legacy and the efforts being made to reclaim it. Although the tale by now is five years old to hear Brother Falconmoon tell it, that was almost yesterday to the long-lived Kagonesti. He would know more of this priest and his work in the Northern Wastes, but first, to pleasantries. A long and short journey, both, Kingfisher's Song. Long in coming, but short on time now that I am arrived. As for my people, no, we do not descend from our Vale, though I am surprised that none of my wildkinsfolk have found their way here. Still, perhaps that is for the good of all. Ironwood looks around at the congregation and pitches his voice lower for this next part. We must needs talk, godscousin, I have heard Zivilyn's rumble in the roots of Krynn and would have the Blue Phoenix's followers know of what the World Tree speaks for he dwells in his branches, too, does he not?
He is interrupted from going further by Zakkoth's outburst, but then leverages the distraction to finish quickly while the common room is momentarily distracted. The World Tree is in shadow, Brother Falconmoon, and a great danger is upon us. The Storm Over Krynn was but the rumble that preceded this avalanche to come. Tend to your hatchlings, priest, for a time of turmoil is at hand and not even the Rootfather can see beyond the chaos to come.
------------------------ {----OOC----}Ok so I'm taking some liberties with the referrants to the different gods and their priests. I don't mean to break authenticity with any established Dragonlance lingo, but I don't know it, so I'm taking my chances.
Maybe Iro is just strange that way?
Kingfisher's Song - the "voice" of the Kingfisher (ie Blue Phoenix's priests)
hatchlings - colloquial term for the followers of the Blue Phoenix / Fisherking
Rootfather - another name for the World Tree / Zivilyn
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 31, 2020 14:53:29 GMT -8
Eliana Reyra Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 1 HP:09/09| AC:16| Spell Attack:+6| Conditions: None
Eliana's ears twitch again as the draconians continue their rather loud...discussion, but she turns her attention back to Conrad. "Huh?" she asks. "Wait. Where are you going?" she asks with a small pout. "I mean, this town looks like it has pretty much closed down, aside from here that is," she points out in confusion as she takes a seat at the table finally. She turns to look at the older gentlemen. "I'm sorry. I've apparently forgotten my manners. I'm Eliana Reyra."
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Post by Daos on Mar 31, 2020 15:29:14 GMT -8
The Kapak looks around at everyone watching them, and then hisses something in Draconic to Zakkoth. "What are you on about old man? I am here on a secret mission, and you are blowing my cover. There is far too much attention on us, and I was trying to keep a low profile," she says. Perceval enters the tavern, and ignoring the ruckus going on, finds a seat and makes an order. A short time later, Lilly enters as well, and climbs up on a stool at the bar and orders a beer. Eliana sits down at the same table Conard and Markgoth are at. The two are in the middle of a conversation. "Sorry, the Children of...Takhisis?" Markgoth asks. "Never heard of 'em. Some kind of religious group, I'm gathering?" He tugs a bit at his mustache in thought. "In any case, if you wish to see Sir Nighthill, then you'll want to speak with his steward, Escobert, down at the keep. 'Escobert the Red,' we call him, on account of his red hair and beard, you see. However, the hour is late and both have surely retired by now. You'd have a better chance in the morning." He then turns his attention to Eliana. "My lady, please pardon me," he says, standing up. "It seems that even off-duty, a guard's work is never done." He picks up his pike, but leaves his helm on the table, then walks over to Zakkoth and the Kapak. "Is there some kind of problem here?" he asks, his tone authoritative, but his cheeks still quite flushed from his drink. Over by the hearth, where Falconmoon and Iro sit, the cleric seems puzzled by the druid's words. "Well, that all sounds...fairly ominous, good sir," he replies after a bit of thought. "What is this danger you speak of?" Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, the gangling young lad looks Caelin up and down, thinking things over. "Cor, that sounds rough," he says, sympathetically. "Uh, I could introduce you to the owner, if you want. She's the one who decides who to hire and what not. We got a big crowd tonight, so she might say yes." He steps aside to let Caelin in.
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Post by Kvard51 on Mar 31, 2020 18:54:32 GMT -8
Garald quietly slips into the barn and climbs into the loft. He heads to the darkest corner and makes a hollow in the hay. He eats one of his trail rations, washing it down with water. After packing his equipment in his chest (other than his staff, orb, and daggers), he covers his gear with hay. Tightening the straps on his armor, he climbs back down and slips out the way he came in as quietly as possible and heads to the inn to see if anyone is willing to talk.
Stealth: cON6H6081d20+31d20+3
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Post by Igordragonian on Apr 1, 2020 0:53:32 GMT -8
Zakkoth backed off angerly. "Just... a friendly banter.' Growled. He cursed Kang. But he had his own responsibilities. Zakkoth walked to the beautiful innkeeper,somewhat softened. 'A drink if you may, fair silvered lady.' He has asked a bit rasply. And added. "Your beatiful eyes, must have witnessed a lot. Have your sharp ears have heard of one called Leoshin?'
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Post by Zero Prime on Apr 1, 2020 1:25:56 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 10 of 10 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0Conditions: None.Caelin nodded his head, "Thank you ser, if you could summon the owner of the house I would most like to introduce myself to them." And he waited patiently at the doorway for the kitchen help to summon their employer. His eyes ever alert, he tugged on the young lad's sleeve, "I think there's a man in the common room, almost six feet tall, brown hair, brown eyes, armor of scale, a mace and a sword on his hips, yea? I say him talking to my pa, I think my pa pay him good coin to take me back to the kiln, yea? Maybe not tell him you talk to me, please?"
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Post by PallentisLunam on Apr 1, 2020 1:44:45 GMT -8
Conard Marpique, 1st lvl Ranger AC: 17 | HP's: 11 of 11 | Passive Perception: 10 | Natural Explorer: Grasslands | Favored Enemy: Dragons | Position of Privilege Conditions: None.
Conard purses his lips and watches Markguth. "I suppose I am getting ahead of myself," he says to Eliana. "It would be rude of me to try to demand an audience with such a venerable ruler at so late an hour, but I will need to speak to this steward as soon as may be."
With that Conard sets about his meal, displaying impeccable manners and while obviously Eliana's inferior at flirtatious banter, manages to be entertaining and interesting. Especially after a few glasses of wine.
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