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Post by Zero Prime on Dec 28, 2020 6:44:36 GMT -8
Braedon, Wolf Touched WarriorARMOR CLASS: 16 | HIT POINTS: 31 | CURRENT: 31 | HIT DIE: 3d10 | CURRENT: 3d10 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 13 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 11 | INSPIRATION: 0 ACTIVE EFFECTS: None. CONDITIONS: None. Braedon turned to the barmaid, "As you may note, my companion, despite his bravery and cunning, would be deemed by many to be subhuman, and a monster." He snorted before taking a sip of his ale, "we've been chased out of some small villages based solely on the ignorance of superstitious villagers. So I'm not one to draw steel, except in defense of those I consider friend," he looked to Migor and smiled, "or threats to my own life."Looking back to Iroas, he tried to recall what little he knew of Ilmater, the martyred god perhaps? His brow furrowed as he tried to remember, failing, he shrugged, "And you Iroas? You look capable in a scrap, join us to ensure that these bandits are, indeed, bandits and a threat to the goodfolk of Red Larch? Having one favored by a god, even a broken one, would be a great asset to both Migor and I."
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Post by Daos on Dec 28, 2020 12:54:17 GMT -8
Slowly, Iroas scratched thoughtfully at his beard. "I have my own mission, but perhaps we can help each other. I am searching for a woman who has run away. Her family worries for her and wants her returned. I have reason to believe she is in the Sumber Hills, in a spire belonging to a group called Feathergale Knights. Perhaps, working together, we can accomplish both goals?" he proposes.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Dec 29, 2020 9:06:58 GMT -8
"Ah, the Feathergale Knights," Kaylessa remarks. "They're an odd little band--too many old tales of heroic knights, I'd say--but they seem harmless enough."
An elderly dwarf with a comically large mug of beer grunts. "Pah! I don't trust 'em one bit. Give a bunch of irresponsible young nobles combat training and enough gold to buy up a whole town, they'll get up to no good. You'll see..."
"They mean well, I expect," notes a halfling woman. "But they're sort of...naïve, you know? They're mostly nobles who don't know how the world really works. And like Kaylessa said, they've grown up on fairy tales of knights and monsters. They don't plan to cause harm, but..." She shrugs.
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Post by Zero Prime on Dec 29, 2020 9:24:47 GMT -8
Braedon, Wolf Touched WarriorARMOR CLASS: 16 | HIT POINTS: 31 | CURRENT: 31 | HIT DIE: 3d10 | CURRENT: 3d10 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 13 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 11 | INSPIRATION: 0 ACTIVE EFFECTS: None. CONDITIONS: None. "I have my own mission, but perhaps we can help each other. I am searching for a woman who has run away. Her family worries for her and wants her returned. I have reason to believe she is in the Sumber Hills, in a spire belonging to a group called Feathergale Knights. Perhaps, working together, we can accomplish both goals?" Braedon listened to the man's proposal, nodding as he stroked his rough chin, "Returned? Does her family feel she's been taken by these Knights, forcefully?" He shrugged, looked to Migor and raised an eyebrow, "Not that it matters, particularly, but based on what our hostess recalls, it does not seem likely that an idealistic group of wanna be knights abducted a woman, to keep against her will. I'm happy to aid you in this task, journeying to the spire to questions the Feathergale's before continuing on to the Keep."He tapped his companion on the shoulder, "What do you think Migor?"
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Post by Igordragonian on Dec 29, 2020 12:24:42 GMT -8
Migor out of habit, cleaned his plate. (with his mouth.)
'Huh? If you ask me, as long as you have the power, you can do what ever you want to anyone, no matter what are your excuses...' Migor rant.
'Maybe this rich female thing is indeed in trouble. We need to be ready to blast them. Yesss...'
Well... this is a point of view of the assistant of an evil wizard.
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Post by Daos on Dec 29, 2020 12:45:33 GMT -8
"As far as I know, she is not being held against her will," Iroas admits. He is reluctant to go into too much detail, especially with someone he just met. The woman's parents would likely appreciate discretion, after all. "But I cannot be certain until I find her and confirm it for myself."
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Post by GravityEmblem on Dec 30, 2020 6:23:34 GMT -8
An Elven woman scoffs. "A naïve teenage noblewoman? And she's currently in the company of a band of foolishly idealistic knights? It's not hard to ascertain what happened."
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Post by Daos on Dec 31, 2020 10:10:49 GMT -8
"I never mentioned her age...or her heritage," Iroas points out. Already, he was worried he had said too much.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Dec 31, 2020 10:18:46 GMT -8
"It's easy enough to guess," the Elf scoffs. "Why, you probably mentioned it after a drink or two! Shameful indeed." He's clearly trying to act as if he didn't make an assumption about Savra. He did.
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Post by Igordragonian on Dec 31, 2020 16:25:32 GMT -8
'Are the knights from other clan then the female?' Migor try to understand why the soft skin tallies are so worked up about.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 1, 2021 6:44:00 GMT -8
'Are the knights from other clan then the female?' Migor try to understand why the soft skin tallies are so worked up about. "The Feathergale Knights aren't a particular family-or, clan, I guess," Kaylessa explains. "They're a big group of people, from all sorts of different clans. This woman ran off from her family--to join the Knights, if Lemial is to be believed [she elbows the elf]." |
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Post by Daos on Jan 1, 2021 10:52:11 GMT -8
Iroas falls quiet. He hadn't meant for this discussion to be shared throughout the entire tavern common room, and now worries he has said too much.
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Post by Igordragonian on Jan 3, 2021 14:47:25 GMT -8
'Ah. Clan feud. I see.' Migor croak
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 5, 2021 6:16:55 GMT -8
The party gathers up and heads out into the valley at around noon. After two hours spent on Cairn Road, they veer off into the wilderness, making their way towards Rivergard Keep. Their paces slows as they combat thick forests and roadless paths, and it takes until evening to make the same amount of progress. However, at the end of their path, they come across a very interesting site: a barren hilltop, with four freshly dug graves. They are shallow, and hastily gathered stones cover them. Whoever buried these people did so in a hurry.
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Post by Daos on Jan 5, 2021 15:11:14 GMT -8
"Travelers or adventurers, perhaps?" Iroas muses. He stands over the graves and says a quiet prayer to Ilmater to help speed them on their way to the next life. "Your suffering has ended," he mutters.
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