New Frontiers #1 - Adventurers
It is late in the fall of the year 571, Cynalonian Reckoning. There is a chill in the air and winter is not too far off.
You all find yourself in the City of Pyris in the Barony of the same name. A man named Sherwood has contacted each of you individually. All of you have heard the name before, but not all of you have had past dealings with him.
Sherwood has a good reputation in adventuring circles as a strong force for good in this part of the world. He is a woodsman and a sorcerer of no small power. It is known that he frequently assembles adventuring parties to deal with problems. In adventuring circles, it is something of an honor to be invited on such a quest.
And so you've all made the journey to the City of Pyris at Sherwood's request. Your instructions were to take lodging at the Green Forest Inn and wait. Sherwood would be along in a day or two after your arrival to explain the nature of this mission. Others partaking in this adventure would also be arriving at the Green Forest Inn. The delay would give these strangers a chance to get to know each other.
Pyris has the reputation as being among the friendliest of the Cynalonian cities. It lies along the High Road itself between Elcadan to the west and Crossroads to the East. The city has a sizable timber industry and some of the finest woodworkers in the kingdom. The reputation of Pyris for furniture making and cabinetry is unsurpassed.
The other claim to fame for Pyris is their large number of inns, taverns, and stables. As a waypoint along a major trade route, merchant caravans pass through Pyris daily. It is not uncommon for traveling merchants to spend a several day layover in Pyris, taking time to repair equipment, give their employees a little rest and enjoy the town's hospitality.
The Green Forest Inn itself is a warm and friendly place to stay. There's a roaring fire down in the common taproom. Food and drink are plenty and nicely filling. Well made tables and chairs provide plenty of comfort. The individual guest rooms hold a sturdy bed with a comfortable mattress. Each room is individually decorated, showing a woman's touch.
The Inn itself is owned and operated by the Pounder family. Otto Pounder works behind the bar, aided by his oldest son Reginald. The youngest boys, twin sons Norbert and Delbert, run errands around the inn and tend the stables. Mabel Pounder rules the kitchen assisted by her daughters, Arabella and Edlyn, who double as serving wenches.
Having arrived at the Green Forest Inn, all you can do now is wait for Sherwood's return and get to know the other adventurers who have been invited on this mission.
New Frontiers #1 - The Adventurers
New Frontiers #1 - The Adventurers
Try it and find out!
GM Notes:
GM Notes:
Welcome to the first post of New Frontiers for the adventurers. For right now, take the time to meet each other. There's not much else to do just yet until Sherwood returns.
The timing of Sherwood's return will depend on how fast things proceed in the Validar portion of the thread. So in the meantime, have fun meeting our new adventurers! Assume that you arrive at the Green Forest Inn in the order that you post.
Welcome to the first post of New Frontiers for the adventurers. For right now, take the time to meet each other. There's not much else to do just yet until Sherwood returns.
The timing of Sherwood's return will depend on how fast things proceed in the Validar portion of the thread. So in the meantime, have fun meeting our new adventurers! Assume that you arrive at the Green Forest Inn in the order that you post.
Try it and find out!
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Lilia
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Lilia in the Big City
Lilia:
The small elvish woman makes her way through the hustle and bustle of this human city. She can't help but feel very out of place so far removed from the Elfholds that she’s called home for all of her life. Everything is so big, so cramped together and so close to the ground. The stench is most unpleasant.
Lilia can’t help but feel the stares of the numerous humans around. The elf maiden tries not to pay them any attention, but can’t help but feel uncomfortable.
“Human barbarians”, Lilia mutters softly in her native tongue. She really doesn’t want to be here, but is doing so at the personal request of her Clan Elder. As the head of her Clan, the elder’s request could not be refused.
Reaching another intersection of human streets, Lilia pauses and pulls out her the map provided for her. The Green Forest Inn should be somewhere around here. Somehow she doubts that the name of the establishment will live up to her expectations.
Five days ago Lilia was relaxing in her modest home in the elven town of Ainsun. Like all buildings in this elvish town, the house was carved out of the inside of a great tree and rested far above the ground. Catwalks and walkways interconnected the trees of the city. The fragrant smell of fresh blossoms and herbs gave the home a pleasant odor.
She was deeply engrossed in the latest tome in her modest collection: “The Folly of Human Wizards” by the Elven wizard and sage Sythree. A fascinating tale of a band of human mages, a fellowship, who reached the pinnacle of magic only to fail spectacularly due to their own human frailties.
A knock at her door drew Lilia away from the engrossing tome. To her astonishment, standing outside her door was the Clan Elder and a human male that she had never seen before. A pin of elven friendship was plainly visible on the human. He stood a full head above Lilia and had brown hair with a beard. His eyes were a matching color of brown. The man’s garb primarily consisted of browns and greens, suggesting that he was woodsman.
What really drew Lilia’s attention was the hilt of a longsword sheathed around the man’s waste. The hilt had the graceful style of elven manufacturing, none of the cold, hard lines that signified a dwarven or human style of creation.
“Good eve, Lilia,” the Clan Leader said in elvish.
“Greetings Lilliathelionn Allandros of Clan Grunalf”, the human added in perfect elvish. If he had bothered to learn the tongue of the elves, and speak it so beautifully, then perhaps he wasn’t all bad.
“Clan Leader?”, Lilia stammered out. “What--?”
The Clan Leader, an elf of great age, held out his hand signaling for Lilia to cease speaking. “Sherwood Elf-Friend is looking for worthy adventurers to undertake a quest. I recommending that you take up this honor for Clan Grunalf.”
And that was that. Lilia was bound to accept this quest in the name of her clan. Later Lilia spoke to the Clan Leader, trying to get him to change his mind.
“Nonsense, Lilia,” he said. “This is an ideal mission for you. Your knowledge of sorcery will be an asset on this quest. It will give you the chance to go out in the world of the humans. There is much that lies beyond our forest. Much that you have yet to experience. The time has come to broaden your horizons and experiences.”
It was true to a point. Lilia had yet to venture outside of the elven forest. Lilia had little love for humans or the other races in the world. All they seemed to do was cause trouble and destroy the natural beauty of things. In spite of that she had heard of Sherwood Elf-Friend before and knew him to be an honorable man. For a human that is.
Having regained her bearings, Lilia continues on her way. In short order she has reached the Green Forest Inn. It doesn’t live up to her expectations. Of course, nothing outside of the Elfholds has. The elven forest was so alive, so vibrant and filled with colors. Everything out here is so dull and drab. It depresses Lilia.
Nervously, she approaches the Innkeeper. She accidentally speaks in her native Elvish at first, but upon seeing the confused look on the human's face switches to his native tongue. It had been taught to Lilia when she was growing up in the clan, but she never had any great desire to learn it.
“My name is Lilia. A man named Sherwood requested that I meet him here.”
“Welcome to the Green Forest Inn,” the human practically booms, momentarily startling Lilia. “Aye, we be expecting many friends of Sherwood to be arrivin’ here. In fact, he has rented the entire Inn out for you and your fellows.”
“How many others have arrived so far?”
“You’re the first, milady. Come I’ll show you your quarters. Dinner will be served in a few hours. Roasted Chicken that will melt in yer mouth!”
The man seems pleasant and respectful enough, for a human. In short order, Lilia is shown her personal room. It’s not much, but will have to do. Lilia drops her gear off in the room and sits there for a time. The bed does seem comfortable. Perhaps some humans are not as barbaric as others?
Later, Lilia can smell the inviting aroma of food coming from down below. Like many elves, Lilia mainly lives off the land having a diet consisting of fruits, nuts, and vegetables. But still, that aroma is almost enough to make her take a bite of the chicken.
Carrying her book with her, Lilia curls up in an oversized chair, to her, near the fire. She’s not accustomed to the chill. She munches on fruit and samples some of the local wine while she waits for the others involved in this mysterious adventure to arrive.
Out of Character Notes:
Part of Lilia’s own individual journey involves her overcoming her own personal prejudices to other races outside of elves. So she may be rather curt to non-elves until they gain her respect. She’s far more comfortable around books than she is people.
The small elvish woman makes her way through the hustle and bustle of this human city. She can't help but feel very out of place so far removed from the Elfholds that she’s called home for all of her life. Everything is so big, so cramped together and so close to the ground. The stench is most unpleasant.
Lilia can’t help but feel the stares of the numerous humans around. The elf maiden tries not to pay them any attention, but can’t help but feel uncomfortable.
“Human barbarians”, Lilia mutters softly in her native tongue. She really doesn’t want to be here, but is doing so at the personal request of her Clan Elder. As the head of her Clan, the elder’s request could not be refused.
Reaching another intersection of human streets, Lilia pauses and pulls out her the map provided for her. The Green Forest Inn should be somewhere around here. Somehow she doubts that the name of the establishment will live up to her expectations.
Five days ago Lilia was relaxing in her modest home in the elven town of Ainsun. Like all buildings in this elvish town, the house was carved out of the inside of a great tree and rested far above the ground. Catwalks and walkways interconnected the trees of the city. The fragrant smell of fresh blossoms and herbs gave the home a pleasant odor.
She was deeply engrossed in the latest tome in her modest collection: “The Folly of Human Wizards” by the Elven wizard and sage Sythree. A fascinating tale of a band of human mages, a fellowship, who reached the pinnacle of magic only to fail spectacularly due to their own human frailties.
A knock at her door drew Lilia away from the engrossing tome. To her astonishment, standing outside her door was the Clan Elder and a human male that she had never seen before. A pin of elven friendship was plainly visible on the human. He stood a full head above Lilia and had brown hair with a beard. His eyes were a matching color of brown. The man’s garb primarily consisted of browns and greens, suggesting that he was woodsman.
What really drew Lilia’s attention was the hilt of a longsword sheathed around the man’s waste. The hilt had the graceful style of elven manufacturing, none of the cold, hard lines that signified a dwarven or human style of creation.
“Good eve, Lilia,” the Clan Leader said in elvish.
“Greetings Lilliathelionn Allandros of Clan Grunalf”, the human added in perfect elvish. If he had bothered to learn the tongue of the elves, and speak it so beautifully, then perhaps he wasn’t all bad.
“Clan Leader?”, Lilia stammered out. “What--?”
The Clan Leader, an elf of great age, held out his hand signaling for Lilia to cease speaking. “Sherwood Elf-Friend is looking for worthy adventurers to undertake a quest. I recommending that you take up this honor for Clan Grunalf.”
And that was that. Lilia was bound to accept this quest in the name of her clan. Later Lilia spoke to the Clan Leader, trying to get him to change his mind.
“Nonsense, Lilia,” he said. “This is an ideal mission for you. Your knowledge of sorcery will be an asset on this quest. It will give you the chance to go out in the world of the humans. There is much that lies beyond our forest. Much that you have yet to experience. The time has come to broaden your horizons and experiences.”
It was true to a point. Lilia had yet to venture outside of the elven forest. Lilia had little love for humans or the other races in the world. All they seemed to do was cause trouble and destroy the natural beauty of things. In spite of that she had heard of Sherwood Elf-Friend before and knew him to be an honorable man. For a human that is.
Having regained her bearings, Lilia continues on her way. In short order she has reached the Green Forest Inn. It doesn’t live up to her expectations. Of course, nothing outside of the Elfholds has. The elven forest was so alive, so vibrant and filled with colors. Everything out here is so dull and drab. It depresses Lilia.
Nervously, she approaches the Innkeeper. She accidentally speaks in her native Elvish at first, but upon seeing the confused look on the human's face switches to his native tongue. It had been taught to Lilia when she was growing up in the clan, but she never had any great desire to learn it.
“My name is Lilia. A man named Sherwood requested that I meet him here.”
“Welcome to the Green Forest Inn,” the human practically booms, momentarily startling Lilia. “Aye, we be expecting many friends of Sherwood to be arrivin’ here. In fact, he has rented the entire Inn out for you and your fellows.”
“How many others have arrived so far?”
“You’re the first, milady. Come I’ll show you your quarters. Dinner will be served in a few hours. Roasted Chicken that will melt in yer mouth!”
The man seems pleasant and respectful enough, for a human. In short order, Lilia is shown her personal room. It’s not much, but will have to do. Lilia drops her gear off in the room and sits there for a time. The bed does seem comfortable. Perhaps some humans are not as barbaric as others?
Later, Lilia can smell the inviting aroma of food coming from down below. Like many elves, Lilia mainly lives off the land having a diet consisting of fruits, nuts, and vegetables. But still, that aroma is almost enough to make her take a bite of the chicken.
Carrying her book with her, Lilia curls up in an oversized chair, to her, near the fire. She’s not accustomed to the chill. She munches on fruit and samples some of the local wine while she waits for the others involved in this mysterious adventure to arrive.
Out of Character Notes:
Part of Lilia’s own individual journey involves her overcoming her own personal prejudices to other races outside of elves. So she may be rather curt to non-elves until they gain her respect. She’s far more comfortable around books than she is people.
School's Out
Kylie:
Arriving for dinner one evening in the large dining room in Jallarzi's not-so-modest home, Kylie finds that Sherwood has joined them for dinner. This is not that uncommon; in her time studying the mystic arts under Jallarzi, her cousin Sherwood has been a semi-regular dinner guest. Though they live some distance apart, the two cousin mages seem to enjoy each others' company, and get together when their other responsibilities allow.
What makes these occasions uncomfortable for Kylie is that her first encounter with the cousins occurred when Sherwood caught her attempting to... err... 'liberate' some belongings from his home. Luckily, and due to the goodness of his heart, he didn't simply slay her on the spot, as some might have done. It was also he that realized that she had the makings of a competent mage - in addition to her... other talents. Sherwood promptly turned her over to his cousin Jallarzi for training, and she has been here ever since.
"Hello, master Sherwood," she says with a curtsy. As usual, she is wearing one of the strange robes that Jallarzi prefers her students wear, rather than her own clothes. It's not unpleasant, just not what she feels comfortable in. Frankly, she'd even choose wearing a dress - of which she owns exactly one - in preference to the robe. Still, she supposes, this is part of her penance and must be tolerated as such.
"Good evening, Kylie," Sherwood replies. "And please it's just Sherwood. You know how I dislike titles. How are your studies coming, young lady?"
"Uhm... alright, I guess. Still having trouble with some of the pronounciations, though."
"That's to be expected early on. Don't worry, you'll get it. Jallarzi assures me that you're making fine progress."
The small talk continues a little longer as they settle in for another fine meal. This has to be one of the best things about living here, in Kylie's mind. The food is infinitely better that what she was forced to eat all those years she spent with her father, struggling to survive in the Dog Alley slums. Kylie's memories of those years after her mother went away contain little pleasant. At least not until she met Rat, and even then, life was far from easy.
Even her father's life was better now. He wasn't a bad man, far from it; unfortunately, he just never found a way to deal with the tragedies in his life. Since coming here, Jallarzi had found a way to give him a new life. She had found a small town that had a use for a man of his talents, despite the missing arm. He was still just getting by financially, but he felt valued and had a future to look forward to. Now, Kylie's holiday visits were times of joy for them both.
As dinner wound to a close, Kylie rose to leave. When he visited, Sherwood and Jallarzi often talked late into the night. Thus, it came as a surprise to Kylie when Jallarzi asked her to stay. It didn't take long for Sherwood to get to the point.
"Kylie. I am in the process of assembling a group of skilled young people to look into a problem for me," Sherwood says. Certainly, Kylie has heard of Sherwood's penchant for creating teams of adventurers and sending them on various missions. In some circles, it is apparently considered quite an honor. Still, what can this have to do with her?
"I am asking everyone to assemble at the Green Forest Inn in Pyris. I will arrive myself once all of the group has settled in and explain the mission."
"That all sounds well and good, master Sherwood, but what has all this got to do with me?"
Sherwood and Jallarzi both laugh, and Kylie's cheeks turn red in embarrassment. "I would think that obvious, my dear," says Sherwood with a chuckle. "I would like you to be a member of that group."
Kylie's jaw drops, and she stammers for several seconds. "What? I-- I know that all of that going out and fighting the forces of evil and whatnot is a good and important thing, and those who do so deserve our honor and respect. It's just - and I hope you'll understand that I'm flattered by the offer - it's just that it's not really the sort of thing I personally am interested in doing. I mean--"
Kylie didn't get an farther as Jallarzi cuts her off. "Excuse us, Sherwood. Kylie and I need to discuss something for a moment." Rising, she starts toward one of the many doors in the room. "Come, Kylie," she says without looking over her shoulder.
"Yes, ma'am," Kylie replies, and rises to trudge along in her mentor's wake. Sherwood merely watches the two of them go, with a bemused look on his face.
Once out in the hallway leading to the stables, of all places, Jallarzi turns and closes the door as Kylie steps through. "Mistress Jallarzi--!" Kylie begins to protest, but gets nowhere as Jallarzi cuts her off once again.
"Kylie. Listen to me," the older woman says, remaining calm. "This wasn't a request; it was an assignment." Again, Kylie starts to protest, but Jallarzi cuts her off with a wave of her hand.
"We have taken you in, fed you, clothed you, and - more importantly - given you training in the ways of magic. In return, this is what we require you to do for us. The 'payment', if you will, for all that we have given you.
"Think of it as your graduation exercise."
Kylie deflates like a holed balloon. She can see no way out without burning bridges she can't afford to sacrifice. "Yes, ma'am," she replies sadly.
"Very well. Let us return." Turning, Jallarzi opens the door and returns to the table, Kylie close behind.
Not taking her eyes from the floor, Kylie asks, "When do I leave, master Sherwood?"
"Why, tomorrow, dear girl!" Kylie's night is filled with unpleasant dreams.
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Slipping in the door of the Green Forest Inn, Kylie pauses to look around. There don't seem to be many people here, despite what appears to be a very nice inn. Perhaps times are hard here currently, though Kylie's practiced eye as she approached the inn would have led her to believe otherwise.
At the moment, she sees but two people in the room: an older man behind the bar, and a young woman curled up in a chair before the fire, reading a book.
Kylie approaches the bar. "Excuse me, I am looking for a wizard named Sherwood. Do you know aught of such a man?"
Arriving for dinner one evening in the large dining room in Jallarzi's not-so-modest home, Kylie finds that Sherwood has joined them for dinner. This is not that uncommon; in her time studying the mystic arts under Jallarzi, her cousin Sherwood has been a semi-regular dinner guest. Though they live some distance apart, the two cousin mages seem to enjoy each others' company, and get together when their other responsibilities allow.
What makes these occasions uncomfortable for Kylie is that her first encounter with the cousins occurred when Sherwood caught her attempting to... err... 'liberate' some belongings from his home. Luckily, and due to the goodness of his heart, he didn't simply slay her on the spot, as some might have done. It was also he that realized that she had the makings of a competent mage - in addition to her... other talents. Sherwood promptly turned her over to his cousin Jallarzi for training, and she has been here ever since.
"Hello, master Sherwood," she says with a curtsy. As usual, she is wearing one of the strange robes that Jallarzi prefers her students wear, rather than her own clothes. It's not unpleasant, just not what she feels comfortable in. Frankly, she'd even choose wearing a dress - of which she owns exactly one - in preference to the robe. Still, she supposes, this is part of her penance and must be tolerated as such.
"Good evening, Kylie," Sherwood replies. "And please it's just Sherwood. You know how I dislike titles. How are your studies coming, young lady?"
"Uhm... alright, I guess. Still having trouble with some of the pronounciations, though."
"That's to be expected early on. Don't worry, you'll get it. Jallarzi assures me that you're making fine progress."
The small talk continues a little longer as they settle in for another fine meal. This has to be one of the best things about living here, in Kylie's mind. The food is infinitely better that what she was forced to eat all those years she spent with her father, struggling to survive in the Dog Alley slums. Kylie's memories of those years after her mother went away contain little pleasant. At least not until she met Rat, and even then, life was far from easy.
Even her father's life was better now. He wasn't a bad man, far from it; unfortunately, he just never found a way to deal with the tragedies in his life. Since coming here, Jallarzi had found a way to give him a new life. She had found a small town that had a use for a man of his talents, despite the missing arm. He was still just getting by financially, but he felt valued and had a future to look forward to. Now, Kylie's holiday visits were times of joy for them both.
As dinner wound to a close, Kylie rose to leave. When he visited, Sherwood and Jallarzi often talked late into the night. Thus, it came as a surprise to Kylie when Jallarzi asked her to stay. It didn't take long for Sherwood to get to the point.
"Kylie. I am in the process of assembling a group of skilled young people to look into a problem for me," Sherwood says. Certainly, Kylie has heard of Sherwood's penchant for creating teams of adventurers and sending them on various missions. In some circles, it is apparently considered quite an honor. Still, what can this have to do with her?
"I am asking everyone to assemble at the Green Forest Inn in Pyris. I will arrive myself once all of the group has settled in and explain the mission."
"That all sounds well and good, master Sherwood, but what has all this got to do with me?"
Sherwood and Jallarzi both laugh, and Kylie's cheeks turn red in embarrassment. "I would think that obvious, my dear," says Sherwood with a chuckle. "I would like you to be a member of that group."
Kylie's jaw drops, and she stammers for several seconds. "What? I-- I know that all of that going out and fighting the forces of evil and whatnot is a good and important thing, and those who do so deserve our honor and respect. It's just - and I hope you'll understand that I'm flattered by the offer - it's just that it's not really the sort of thing I personally am interested in doing. I mean--"
Kylie didn't get an farther as Jallarzi cuts her off. "Excuse us, Sherwood. Kylie and I need to discuss something for a moment." Rising, she starts toward one of the many doors in the room. "Come, Kylie," she says without looking over her shoulder.
"Yes, ma'am," Kylie replies, and rises to trudge along in her mentor's wake. Sherwood merely watches the two of them go, with a bemused look on his face.
Once out in the hallway leading to the stables, of all places, Jallarzi turns and closes the door as Kylie steps through. "Mistress Jallarzi--!" Kylie begins to protest, but gets nowhere as Jallarzi cuts her off once again.
"Kylie. Listen to me," the older woman says, remaining calm. "This wasn't a request; it was an assignment." Again, Kylie starts to protest, but Jallarzi cuts her off with a wave of her hand.
"We have taken you in, fed you, clothed you, and - more importantly - given you training in the ways of magic. In return, this is what we require you to do for us. The 'payment', if you will, for all that we have given you.
"Think of it as your graduation exercise."
Kylie deflates like a holed balloon. She can see no way out without burning bridges she can't afford to sacrifice. "Yes, ma'am," she replies sadly.
"Very well. Let us return." Turning, Jallarzi opens the door and returns to the table, Kylie close behind.
Not taking her eyes from the floor, Kylie asks, "When do I leave, master Sherwood?"
"Why, tomorrow, dear girl!" Kylie's night is filled with unpleasant dreams.
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Slipping in the door of the Green Forest Inn, Kylie pauses to look around. There don't seem to be many people here, despite what appears to be a very nice inn. Perhaps times are hard here currently, though Kylie's practiced eye as she approached the inn would have led her to believe otherwise.
At the moment, she sees but two people in the room: an older man behind the bar, and a young woman curled up in a chair before the fire, reading a book.
Kylie approaches the bar. "Excuse me, I am looking for a wizard named Sherwood. Do you know aught of such a man?"
GM Notes:
"Welcome to the Green Forest Inn," the human practically booms, momentarily startling Kylie. "Aye, we be expecting many friends of Sherwood to be arrivin' here. In fact, he has rented the entire Inn out for you and your fellows. You be the second to arrive. The lass curled up with the book was the first," indicating Lilia with a large gesture.
Try it and find out!
In the Inn
Kylie:
The man proves to be loud, but friendly enough. Kylie glances over at the young woman in the chair. There is no sign that she has taken any notice of Kylie. Sherwood rented out the entire place?! That must have taken some serious gold.
Speaking of gold, it occurs to Kylie that the town doesn't look to be too badly off. She might have an opportunity to add to her personal financial situation if it takes 'uncle' Sherwood a day or two to arrive.
"Hmm... Any place I can drop my things?" she asks.
"Come, I’ll show you to your quarters. Dinner will be served in a few hours. Roasted Chicken that will melt in yer mouth!”
"Sounds delicious." Kylie follows the man upstairs to her assigned room. It appears comfortable, and Kylie is glad to drop her pack. She takes the time to examine the room carefully, including any means of access or egress that she or others might be inclined to use. Can't be too careful, as Rat always told her.
The long trip here has left Kylie somewhat weary. A nap after dinner seems like an appealing idea.
To get here, Kylie had signed on with a caravan as a guard. Fortunately, they were only attacked once, and the bandits seemed ill-equipped and disorganized. She had cast her Blur and Web spells and fired a few arrows, but was never in any real danger. Otherwise, the trip was pleasant and uneventful, though Kylie's rear is sore from sitting in a wagon for that long.
Riding in the caravan also gave her an opportunity to look around the city a bit, both riding in and making her way to the inn from the merchant's warehouse. Smaller than Elcadan, but she hadn't seen the kind of slums that made up so much of the larger city. All in all, it seemed more prosperous. Of course, that means more opportunities for one such as herself. Perhaps tonight after her nap she should do some scouting about for possible targets...
Leaving her bow and hat with the rest of her things, Kylie locks the door behind her and makes her way back down to the common room. Wandering over near the fire, she sits across from Lilia. "Hello," she says by way of introduction.
Kylie appears young, perhaps mid-teens for a human. However, it's not certain that she is entirely human, for her features bear some indications of elven heritage as well. Her hair is black and worn short, barely to her shoulders in back, and piercing green eyes peer out from the hood of her cloak. The cloak is obviously of excellent quality and tends to blend with the background in a subtle way that seems intended to fool the eye. Beneath, the other woman can just make out a deep burgundy tunic over charcoal grey leggings. Soft black boots complete the outfit.
The man proves to be loud, but friendly enough. Kylie glances over at the young woman in the chair. There is no sign that she has taken any notice of Kylie. Sherwood rented out the entire place?! That must have taken some serious gold.
Speaking of gold, it occurs to Kylie that the town doesn't look to be too badly off. She might have an opportunity to add to her personal financial situation if it takes 'uncle' Sherwood a day or two to arrive.
"Hmm... Any place I can drop my things?" she asks.
"Come, I’ll show you to your quarters. Dinner will be served in a few hours. Roasted Chicken that will melt in yer mouth!”
"Sounds delicious." Kylie follows the man upstairs to her assigned room. It appears comfortable, and Kylie is glad to drop her pack. She takes the time to examine the room carefully, including any means of access or egress that she or others might be inclined to use. Can't be too careful, as Rat always told her.
The long trip here has left Kylie somewhat weary. A nap after dinner seems like an appealing idea.
To get here, Kylie had signed on with a caravan as a guard. Fortunately, they were only attacked once, and the bandits seemed ill-equipped and disorganized. She had cast her Blur and Web spells and fired a few arrows, but was never in any real danger. Otherwise, the trip was pleasant and uneventful, though Kylie's rear is sore from sitting in a wagon for that long.
Riding in the caravan also gave her an opportunity to look around the city a bit, both riding in and making her way to the inn from the merchant's warehouse. Smaller than Elcadan, but she hadn't seen the kind of slums that made up so much of the larger city. All in all, it seemed more prosperous. Of course, that means more opportunities for one such as herself. Perhaps tonight after her nap she should do some scouting about for possible targets...
Leaving her bow and hat with the rest of her things, Kylie locks the door behind her and makes her way back down to the common room. Wandering over near the fire, she sits across from Lilia. "Hello," she says by way of introduction.
Kylie appears young, perhaps mid-teens for a human. However, it's not certain that she is entirely human, for her features bear some indications of elven heritage as well. Her hair is black and worn short, barely to her shoulders in back, and piercing green eyes peer out from the hood of her cloak. The cloak is obviously of excellent quality and tends to blend with the background in a subtle way that seems intended to fool the eye. Beneath, the other woman can just make out a deep burgundy tunic over charcoal grey leggings. Soft black boots complete the outfit.
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Lilia
- Queen of the Sylvan Realm
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Lilia mets Kylie
Lilia:
The elf maiden glances up over her book as someone enters the Inn. Finally someone else involved in this unusual quest has arrived. It's another woman, wearing an Elven Cloak from the looks of it. But she's not an elf herself. Nor is she human either. A half-elf.
"Poor lass," Lilia thinks to herself. "Child of two worlds, belonging to neither." Obviously her elven mother was seduced by a human male, or worse, and later abandoned. It's sad, but what happens when elves venture foolishly beyond their forests.
The woman is then escorted to her private room much like Lilia was earlier. Lilia turns her attention back to her book.
Later, the woman returns and sits across from me. "Hello", she says.
Lilia places her bookmark in her book and closes the tome. "Greetings young one," Lilia responds in elvish. "I am Lilliathelionn Allandros of Clan Grunalf. I take it that you're another person dragged into this strange quest by Sherwood Elf-Friend?"
Never did get into Lilia's appearance last time. She stands a mere 5' tall and is very thin, but lithe in her movements. She has long sandy brown hair with long bangs that she regularly has to brush out of her eyes. Speaking of her eyes, they are sparkling green in color. Her skin is creamy in color and she's currently wearing an outfit of greens and browns.
Lilia's boots are soft and of elven manufacturing. Metallic bracers can be glimpsed underneath the sleeves of her dark green blouse. An ornate ring rests on her left hand.
Spells Currently in Memory:
1st Level - Affect Normal Fires, Magic Missile, Mount, Shield, Sleep
2nd Level - Knock, Mirror Image, Pyrotechnics, Web
The elf maiden glances up over her book as someone enters the Inn. Finally someone else involved in this unusual quest has arrived. It's another woman, wearing an Elven Cloak from the looks of it. But she's not an elf herself. Nor is she human either. A half-elf.
"Poor lass," Lilia thinks to herself. "Child of two worlds, belonging to neither." Obviously her elven mother was seduced by a human male, or worse, and later abandoned. It's sad, but what happens when elves venture foolishly beyond their forests.
The woman is then escorted to her private room much like Lilia was earlier. Lilia turns her attention back to her book.
Later, the woman returns and sits across from me. "Hello", she says.
Lilia places her bookmark in her book and closes the tome. "Greetings young one," Lilia responds in elvish. "I am Lilliathelionn Allandros of Clan Grunalf. I take it that you're another person dragged into this strange quest by Sherwood Elf-Friend?"
Never did get into Lilia's appearance last time. She stands a mere 5' tall and is very thin, but lithe in her movements. She has long sandy brown hair with long bangs that she regularly has to brush out of her eyes. Speaking of her eyes, they are sparkling green in color. Her skin is creamy in color and she's currently wearing an outfit of greens and browns.
Lilia's boots are soft and of elven manufacturing. Metallic bracers can be glimpsed underneath the sleeves of her dark green blouse. An ornate ring rests on her left hand.
Spells Currently in Memory:
1st Level - Affect Normal Fires, Magic Missile, Mount, Shield, Sleep
2nd Level - Knock, Mirror Image, Pyrotechnics, Web
Elven Greetings
Kylie:
The woman in the other chair turns her attention to Kylie. If her appearance didn't make it quite apparent that she was an elf, her name and language certainly do. Kylie shifts seemlessly to the language of her maternal heritage. "Nice to meet you, Lilliathelionn. I'm Kylie Lanthorn, of Elcadan." It doesn't sound as though she misses that city much. "Yeah, 'uncle' Sherwood dragged me out here. He's not really my uncle, but it bugs him when I call him that, so I do." Kylie looks at the book. "So what are you reading?"
As Kylie shifts position, Lilia might notice a glimmer of light off of bracers very similar to her own. Though it's somewhat difficult to tell in the half-light of the fire's glow, Kylie's complexion is somewhat ruddier than Lilia's, though her eyes are every bit as green and bright.
The woman in the other chair turns her attention to Kylie. If her appearance didn't make it quite apparent that she was an elf, her name and language certainly do. Kylie shifts seemlessly to the language of her maternal heritage. "Nice to meet you, Lilliathelionn. I'm Kylie Lanthorn, of Elcadan." It doesn't sound as though she misses that city much. "Yeah, 'uncle' Sherwood dragged me out here. He's not really my uncle, but it bugs him when I call him that, so I do." Kylie looks at the book. "So what are you reading?"
As Kylie shifts position, Lilia might notice a glimmer of light off of bracers very similar to her own. Though it's somewhat difficult to tell in the half-light of the fire's glow, Kylie's complexion is somewhat ruddier than Lilia's, though her eyes are every bit as green and bright.
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Lilia
- Queen of the Sylvan Realm
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Lilia
Lilia:
Lilia's raises an eyebrow in mild surprise when the half-elf responds back in Elvish. At least she knows something of her mother's heritage. So much the better. Lilia has heard of this city called Elcadan. She knows of elves who have been there in seek of trade or adventure. It didn't sound very appealing to Lilia, but few human cities could ever match the grandeur of an Elven settlement.
"Well met, Kylie Lanthorn of Elcadan. Please call me Lilia for short."
Kylie then goes on about her 'Uncle Sherwood'. This does pique Lilia's interest and will give her the chance to find out more about Sherwood. Lilia really only knows the name and that he's a friend to the elves, but little of his actual deeds.
"I have only met Sherwood Elf-Friend in passing," Lilia will explain. "It sounds like you know him a great deal. Perhaps you have some idea what we are getting ourselves into?"
When Kylie mentions my book, Lilia will hold the tome up so that she can see the title, written in Elvish of course. The book is titled, "The Folly of Human Wizards" and was written by Sythree.
"I am greatly fascinated by mages of all types. This particular book, written by the great Elven sage Sythree, chronicles the rise and fall of a band of human wizards known as the Fellowship of Mages. They rose high but fell even further. Not surprising as few humans can comprehend the full measure of Lady Mystra's gifts. There is a lesson in there that all those who aspire to greatness in the magical arts should heed."
Lilia's sharp Elven eyes pick up many small details about Kylie. She had Elven eyes herself, but a human complexion, further indicating her half-elf status but makes no comment on the matter.
Lilia's raises an eyebrow in mild surprise when the half-elf responds back in Elvish. At least she knows something of her mother's heritage. So much the better. Lilia has heard of this city called Elcadan. She knows of elves who have been there in seek of trade or adventure. It didn't sound very appealing to Lilia, but few human cities could ever match the grandeur of an Elven settlement.
"Well met, Kylie Lanthorn of Elcadan. Please call me Lilia for short."
Kylie then goes on about her 'Uncle Sherwood'. This does pique Lilia's interest and will give her the chance to find out more about Sherwood. Lilia really only knows the name and that he's a friend to the elves, but little of his actual deeds.
"I have only met Sherwood Elf-Friend in passing," Lilia will explain. "It sounds like you know him a great deal. Perhaps you have some idea what we are getting ourselves into?"
When Kylie mentions my book, Lilia will hold the tome up so that she can see the title, written in Elvish of course. The book is titled, "The Folly of Human Wizards" and was written by Sythree.
"I am greatly fascinated by mages of all types. This particular book, written by the great Elven sage Sythree, chronicles the rise and fall of a band of human wizards known as the Fellowship of Mages. They rose high but fell even further. Not surprising as few humans can comprehend the full measure of Lady Mystra's gifts. There is a lesson in there that all those who aspire to greatness in the magical arts should heed."
Lilia's sharp Elven eyes pick up many small details about Kylie. She had Elven eyes herself, but a human complexion, further indicating her half-elf status but makes no comment on the matter.
Ivy
Ivy:
The door to the Green Forest Inn opens once more and a very attractive woman enters. She's human, and stands about 5'5" in height. Her hair is light brown in color and shoulder length. It matches the color of her eyes. There's almost an aura of pure goodness about the woman.
Her style of dress is nothing special. She wears a light blue blouse with tan riding trousers tucked into knee high soft boots. A large blue cloak swirls behind her. She holds a well-worn staff in her right hand, using it as a walking stick. A mace is tucked into her belt.
As she moves deeper into the Inn, sharper eyes will pick out the stylish amulet that hangs down from her neck. It's an infinity symbol cast in silver, the Holy Symbol of Azrella the Goddess of Life.
"Hail Innkeeper!", the woman calls out. "I've been directed here upon the request of a man named Sherwood. Would he happen to be about?"
"Aye, you be at the right place," the Innkeeper booms out, momentarily startling the young woman. "Other guests of Sherwood have arrived already. Let me get you settled into your room. Dinner will be served momentarily."
"Very good. I am feeling a bit peckish. What is on the menu this evening?"
"Roasted chicken, milady. The missus guarantees that it'll melt in your mouth!"
"Then I am looking forward to the experience, my good man. Please call me Ivy."
Gathering up her meager belongings, Ivy follows the Innkeeper to her assigned room. "Greetings comrades," Ivy calls out to two women seated by the fire. "I shall return momentarily to enjoy the evening's repast and engage in fine conversation. I am looking forward to our adventures together!"
The woman curled up in the chair with the book appears to be an elf. The other seems human upon first glance.
After storing her few possessions in her quaint room, Ivy will return to the common room. She'll order dinner along with a light wine for a beverage. Then she'll turn her attention to her new comrades.
"Well met, ladies. I am Ivy of Azrella. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"
The door to the Green Forest Inn opens once more and a very attractive woman enters. She's human, and stands about 5'5" in height. Her hair is light brown in color and shoulder length. It matches the color of her eyes. There's almost an aura of pure goodness about the woman.
Her style of dress is nothing special. She wears a light blue blouse with tan riding trousers tucked into knee high soft boots. A large blue cloak swirls behind her. She holds a well-worn staff in her right hand, using it as a walking stick. A mace is tucked into her belt.
As she moves deeper into the Inn, sharper eyes will pick out the stylish amulet that hangs down from her neck. It's an infinity symbol cast in silver, the Holy Symbol of Azrella the Goddess of Life.
"Hail Innkeeper!", the woman calls out. "I've been directed here upon the request of a man named Sherwood. Would he happen to be about?"
"Aye, you be at the right place," the Innkeeper booms out, momentarily startling the young woman. "Other guests of Sherwood have arrived already. Let me get you settled into your room. Dinner will be served momentarily."
"Very good. I am feeling a bit peckish. What is on the menu this evening?"
"Roasted chicken, milady. The missus guarantees that it'll melt in your mouth!"
"Then I am looking forward to the experience, my good man. Please call me Ivy."
Gathering up her meager belongings, Ivy follows the Innkeeper to her assigned room. "Greetings comrades," Ivy calls out to two women seated by the fire. "I shall return momentarily to enjoy the evening's repast and engage in fine conversation. I am looking forward to our adventures together!"
The woman curled up in the chair with the book appears to be an elf. The other seems human upon first glance.
After storing her few possessions in her quaint room, Ivy will return to the common room. She'll order dinner along with a light wine for a beverage. Then she'll turn her attention to her new comrades.
"Well met, ladies. I am Ivy of Azrella. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"
Greetings
Kylie:
"'Sherwood Elf-friend', hunh?" For some reason, the name just strikes her funny. "Not really, mostly I just know him because he's the cousin of Jallarzi, who trained me in the mystic arts.
"Jallarzi has talked about them a little." The book interests Kylie, though she doesn't particularly like the racist connotations of the book title, or of Lilia's comments, causing her to scowl. It does pose a question in her mind. "I'm surprised you're not more familiar with Sherwood and Jallarzi then. As far as I can tell, they're among the best known wizards in Cynalon."
As the boisterous woman enters, Kylie turns to regard her, but doesn't speak. After a short time, she returns and introduces herself as Ivy. "Good day, Ivy. I'm Kylie, nice to meet you," she replies, switching back to the local human tongue and extending a hand in greeting.
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"'Sherwood Elf-friend', hunh?" For some reason, the name just strikes her funny. "Not really, mostly I just know him because he's the cousin of Jallarzi, who trained me in the mystic arts.
"Jallarzi has talked about them a little." The book interests Kylie, though she doesn't particularly like the racist connotations of the book title, or of Lilia's comments, causing her to scowl. It does pose a question in her mind. "I'm surprised you're not more familiar with Sherwood and Jallarzi then. As far as I can tell, they're among the best known wizards in Cynalon."
As the boisterous woman enters, Kylie turns to regard her, but doesn't speak. After a short time, she returns and introduces herself as Ivy. "Good day, Ivy. I'm Kylie, nice to meet you," she replies, switching back to the local human tongue and extending a hand in greeting.
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Lilia
- Queen of the Sylvan Realm
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Lilia
Lilia:
“Ah, I see,” Lilia responds. “I have heard tales of these wizards, but have not met either personally. Or rather I met Sherwood Elf-Friend only in passing. It was at the request of my Clan Elder that I came here to assist. Unfortunately, I know nothing of this quest we’ve been gathered for.”
“Sherwood Elf-Friend and Jallarzi might very well be competent wizards in these lands. This is my first time beyond the borders of the elven forest, so my knowledge of these lands is limited. I honestly don’t know why my presence was requested for this mission. Their line of reasoning eludes me.”
The conversation is interrupted when another new arrival enters the Inn. It’s another woman and this one is fully human. Lilia is familiar with her deity, as she’s met elves that follow the teachings of this goddess. Azrella is the patron of life and is strong in healing magic. Her followers are also fierce combatants against undead. Her presence, for a human, is reassuring to Lilia.
When the woman states her greetings as she passes by on the way to her room, Lilia will simply nod in greeting.
When Ivy returns, Lilia will state her name in her native elvish. Upon realizing that the human doesn’t understand the language of the elves, she’ll switch to their uncomfortable tongue. “I am Lilliathelionn Allandros of Clan Grunalf.”
Somehow that just doesn’t have the same impressive sound when spoken in the human tongue. “I bid you greetings, Ivy of Azrella. Hopefully we will not require too much of your healing touch during this mission.”
“Ah, I see,” Lilia responds. “I have heard tales of these wizards, but have not met either personally. Or rather I met Sherwood Elf-Friend only in passing. It was at the request of my Clan Elder that I came here to assist. Unfortunately, I know nothing of this quest we’ve been gathered for.”
“Sherwood Elf-Friend and Jallarzi might very well be competent wizards in these lands. This is my first time beyond the borders of the elven forest, so my knowledge of these lands is limited. I honestly don’t know why my presence was requested for this mission. Their line of reasoning eludes me.”
The conversation is interrupted when another new arrival enters the Inn. It’s another woman and this one is fully human. Lilia is familiar with her deity, as she’s met elves that follow the teachings of this goddess. Azrella is the patron of life and is strong in healing magic. Her followers are also fierce combatants against undead. Her presence, for a human, is reassuring to Lilia.
When the woman states her greetings as she passes by on the way to her room, Lilia will simply nod in greeting.
When Ivy returns, Lilia will state her name in her native elvish. Upon realizing that the human doesn’t understand the language of the elves, she’ll switch to their uncomfortable tongue. “I am Lilliathelionn Allandros of Clan Grunalf.”
Somehow that just doesn’t have the same impressive sound when spoken in the human tongue. “I bid you greetings, Ivy of Azrella. Hopefully we will not require too much of your healing touch during this mission.”
Ivy
Ivy:
Back down in the common room, Ivy will order her evening dinner and engage the others involved in this mission in conversation.
“A pleasure to meet you as well, Kylie,” Ivy responds, accepting Kylie’s hand in greeting. Ivy smiles softly as she greets the young woman.
The elf speaks, but not in a language I can understand. Ivy assumes it's Elvish, but cannot comprehend it. Then she repeats what she said in a language I can understand.
“Also a pleasure to meet you too, Lilliathelionn.”
Wow is that name a mouthful! It’s difficult to wrap my mouth around some of those Elven words. I hope I didn't butcher it too badly. I know how flightly elves can be at times.
“I bid you greetings, Ivy of Azrella”, the elf follows up. “Hopefully we will not require too much of your healing touch during this mission.”
“Aye, a sentiment that I share, good elf. But I will be here if needed.”
“So do either of you have any idea why we have been summoned here? I know nothing about this mission. Only that Elspeth requested that I come to this Inn from Elcadan a few days back. Other than that, I am completely in the dark about this situation.”
Back down in the common room, Ivy will order her evening dinner and engage the others involved in this mission in conversation.
“A pleasure to meet you as well, Kylie,” Ivy responds, accepting Kylie’s hand in greeting. Ivy smiles softly as she greets the young woman.
The elf speaks, but not in a language I can understand. Ivy assumes it's Elvish, but cannot comprehend it. Then she repeats what she said in a language I can understand.
“Also a pleasure to meet you too, Lilliathelionn.”
Wow is that name a mouthful! It’s difficult to wrap my mouth around some of those Elven words. I hope I didn't butcher it too badly. I know how flightly elves can be at times.
“I bid you greetings, Ivy of Azrella”, the elf follows up. “Hopefully we will not require too much of your healing touch during this mission.”
“Aye, a sentiment that I share, good elf. But I will be here if needed.”
“So do either of you have any idea why we have been summoned here? I know nothing about this mission. Only that Elspeth requested that I come to this Inn from Elcadan a few days back. Other than that, I am completely in the dark about this situation.”
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Laucian
- Ranger of Ehlonna
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- Location: Dense Forests of the Elfholds
Laucian Nialo
Upon returning to his clergy from patrol duty of the Elfholds, Laucian is summoned, along with several other young priests, to the common room by an Elder priest. For a few moments the Elder Priest looks upon the clergy.
"Good day to you all, and may Ehlonna's blessing be upon you. I have called you all here on a matter of importance. A man sent word to us requesting volunteers for a mission of importance. This man's name is Sherwood. I presume that all of you have heard of him."
There are a few nods here and there.
"I wish to honor Sherwood's request, though I will not order anyone here to go. I do not know what lies ahead or who would be best suited for this quest. That is why I am asking for volunteers. Who among you will go?"
Many of the young elves look from one to the other hoping that someone will step forward for few wish to leave their forest. For a few moments Laucian debates what is asked of them. Coming to terms with what he decided he slowly steps forward.
"I will honor Sherwood's request. By Ehlonna's blessing and guidance I will see it through."
Walking through the streets of Pyris with my cloak loosely wrapped around my frame. "We will be there shortly friend, then you can rest. We will stay only as long as we have to," he reassures his mount. Upon reaching the Green Forest inn, My heart sinks as I realize that this inn does not live up to the images in my head. How I wish I could be home again. But alas this can not be.
I lead my mount, Starfire, into the stables where I meet two young boys.
"Good day to you. I am Laucian, Would you kindly see to my mount. The trip was long and tiresome. Be warned though he tends to consume more than he is worth," I say with a smile. "For your Troubles." Handing them two copper pieces.
I will gather my saddle bags and head to the inn. Drawing a large breath I pause at the door and open it. The door opens and a chilly gust of wind invades the warmth of the inn. A Cloaked Figure enters and quickly closes the door. He stands for a moment taking in his surroundings,"It's not home but it will do" I mumble in the Elven tongue.
Removing the hood of his pale green cloak reveals an average looking elf with coppery red hair and hazel eyes, who stands 5'5.
He is wearing green studded leather with soft leather brown boots,which conceal a dagger. Over his right shoulder is a quiver of arrows, you can see a hilt of a longsword at his left side. Hanging from his neck, partially concealed by his cloak, is a medialion of a unicorn's head.
Nodding to the occupants of the inn, I walk to the bar "Hail Innkeeper, I was summoned here on behalf of Sherwood, I require Lodgings for the night. How much is the fee?
When Lodging is paid for Luacian stows his gear in his room, locks the windows and then the door behind him. Upon seeing the three women within the room he begins to feel a little nervous. "Pardon my rudeness, I am Luacian Nailo of Clan Grunalf." bowing slightly but keeping his eyes on them. "And you are?"
Upon returning to his clergy from patrol duty of the Elfholds, Laucian is summoned, along with several other young priests, to the common room by an Elder priest. For a few moments the Elder Priest looks upon the clergy.
"Good day to you all, and may Ehlonna's blessing be upon you. I have called you all here on a matter of importance. A man sent word to us requesting volunteers for a mission of importance. This man's name is Sherwood. I presume that all of you have heard of him."
There are a few nods here and there.
"I wish to honor Sherwood's request, though I will not order anyone here to go. I do not know what lies ahead or who would be best suited for this quest. That is why I am asking for volunteers. Who among you will go?"
Many of the young elves look from one to the other hoping that someone will step forward for few wish to leave their forest. For a few moments Laucian debates what is asked of them. Coming to terms with what he decided he slowly steps forward.
"I will honor Sherwood's request. By Ehlonna's blessing and guidance I will see it through."
Walking through the streets of Pyris with my cloak loosely wrapped around my frame. "We will be there shortly friend, then you can rest. We will stay only as long as we have to," he reassures his mount. Upon reaching the Green Forest inn, My heart sinks as I realize that this inn does not live up to the images in my head. How I wish I could be home again. But alas this can not be.
I lead my mount, Starfire, into the stables where I meet two young boys.
"Good day to you. I am Laucian, Would you kindly see to my mount. The trip was long and tiresome. Be warned though he tends to consume more than he is worth," I say with a smile. "For your Troubles." Handing them two copper pieces.
I will gather my saddle bags and head to the inn. Drawing a large breath I pause at the door and open it. The door opens and a chilly gust of wind invades the warmth of the inn. A Cloaked Figure enters and quickly closes the door. He stands for a moment taking in his surroundings,"It's not home but it will do" I mumble in the Elven tongue.
Removing the hood of his pale green cloak reveals an average looking elf with coppery red hair and hazel eyes, who stands 5'5.
He is wearing green studded leather with soft leather brown boots,which conceal a dagger. Over his right shoulder is a quiver of arrows, you can see a hilt of a longsword at his left side. Hanging from his neck, partially concealed by his cloak, is a medialion of a unicorn's head.
Nodding to the occupants of the inn, I walk to the bar "Hail Innkeeper, I was summoned here on behalf of Sherwood, I require Lodgings for the night. How much is the fee?
When Lodging is paid for Luacian stows his gear in his room, locks the windows and then the door behind him. Upon seeing the three women within the room he begins to feel a little nervous. "Pardon my rudeness, I am Luacian Nailo of Clan Grunalf." bowing slightly but keeping his eyes on them. "And you are?"
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GM Note:
GM Notes:
Laucian:
The boys in the stable are impressed by your mount Starfire. "Aye sir, we'll treat 'im well and we have plenty of feed." They thank you for the tip.
Once inside, Laucian walks to the bar. The Innkeeper grins as he approaches. "Hail Innkeeper, I was summoned here on behalf of Sherwood, I require Lodgings for the night. How much is the fee?"
"Welcome to the Green Forest Inn," the Innkeepers booms. "Save your gold, noble elf. Sherwood has secured the Inn for all those he has summoned and is footing the bill. I'll show you to your room. Dinner is currently being served. Roasted chicken with all the trimmings!"
Laucian:
The boys in the stable are impressed by your mount Starfire. "Aye sir, we'll treat 'im well and we have plenty of feed." They thank you for the tip.
Once inside, Laucian walks to the bar. The Innkeeper grins as he approaches. "Hail Innkeeper, I was summoned here on behalf of Sherwood, I require Lodgings for the night. How much is the fee?"
"Welcome to the Green Forest Inn," the Innkeepers booms. "Save your gold, noble elf. Sherwood has secured the Inn for all those he has summoned and is footing the bill. I'll show you to your room. Dinner is currently being served. Roasted chicken with all the trimmings!"
Try it and find out!
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Lilia
- Queen of the Sylvan Realm
- Posts: 457
- Joined: Thu Jul 17, 2003 4:54 pm
- Location: The Sylvan Realm
Lilia
Lilia:
The elf maiden listens to Ivy's tale.
"We too know very little about this mission we've been gathered for. We were sent here at the request of Sherwood Elf-Friend. I do not know any Elspeth."
Then the male elf enters the Inn. Lilia feels better about this whole situation knowing that she'll be in the company of at least one other of her own kind. Rising from her chair, Lilia will go to greet this newcomer. She's momentarily surprised when he announces that he is from the same clan as she is! The clan is large and widespread in the Dorwynn Elfholds, so it is not completely surprising to find the company of someone Lilia hasn't met before.
Slipping into her native elvish, Lilia will say, "Welcome Laucian Nailo of Clan Grunalf. I am Lilliathelionn Allandros of Clan Grunalf. It appears that we are far from home, my fellow clansman."
The elf maiden listens to Ivy's tale.
"We too know very little about this mission we've been gathered for. We were sent here at the request of Sherwood Elf-Friend. I do not know any Elspeth."
Then the male elf enters the Inn. Lilia feels better about this whole situation knowing that she'll be in the company of at least one other of her own kind. Rising from her chair, Lilia will go to greet this newcomer. She's momentarily surprised when he announces that he is from the same clan as she is! The clan is large and widespread in the Dorwynn Elfholds, so it is not completely surprising to find the company of someone Lilia hasn't met before.
Slipping into her native elvish, Lilia will say, "Welcome Laucian Nailo of Clan Grunalf. I am Lilliathelionn Allandros of Clan Grunalf. It appears that we are far from home, my fellow clansman."
Ivy
Ivy:
Ivy is not completely surprised when she learns that Sherwood is behind this. "Elspeth frequently works with both Sherwood and Jallarzi, so their involvement surprises me not. I just wish they weren't so secretive!"
The door opens once more and an elf steps inside. At first glance he gives the appearance of being a woodsman. Perhaps we are expected to be doing some traveling on this assignment. Rising to her feet, Ivy goes to greet the newcomer, offering her hand.
"Well met, Laucian Nailo of Clan Grunalf. I am Ivy of Azrella.”
Noting the Unicorn’s Head amulet, Ivy will add, “Would you be a follower of the Lady of the Forests?”
Ivy is not completely surprised when she learns that Sherwood is behind this. "Elspeth frequently works with both Sherwood and Jallarzi, so their involvement surprises me not. I just wish they weren't so secretive!"
The door opens once more and an elf steps inside. At first glance he gives the appearance of being a woodsman. Perhaps we are expected to be doing some traveling on this assignment. Rising to her feet, Ivy goes to greet the newcomer, offering her hand.
"Well met, Laucian Nailo of Clan Grunalf. I am Ivy of Azrella.”
Noting the Unicorn’s Head amulet, Ivy will add, “Would you be a follower of the Lady of the Forests?”
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Laucian
- Ranger of Ehlonna
- Posts: 532
- Joined: Tue Jul 22, 2003 7:18 pm
- Location: Dense Forests of the Elfholds
Laucian
Laucian scans the room at the three women waiting for a reply. A elf maiden with sandy brown hair rises out of her chair to greet him.
"Welcome Laucian Nailo of Clan Grunalf. I am Lilliathelionn Allandros of Clan Grunalf. It appears that we are far from home, my fellow clansman."
Laucian begins to smile upon hearing she is from the same clan. Slipping back into his native tongue, "It is an honor and a pleasure, Lilliathelion Allandros. It would appear so. Hopefully this mission won't keep us from home for long. Though having a fellow clansman/women will ease our transition in this strange and foreign land."
"Well met, Laucian Nailo of Clan Grunalf. I am Ivy of Azrella.”
“Would you be a follower of the Lady of the Forests?”
The urge to speak in Elvish is great and Laucian begins to speak Elvish. "Aye" quickly realizing his mistake, "Hail and well met, Ivy of Azrella. Yes, I am a follower of the Lady of Forests."
Laucian will look around the inn for a few moments. "When is our gracious Host due to arrive? Any idea why he summoned us here? Any idea of how many of us there are?" after asking these questions he will look between Ivy and Lilliathelion, more so Lilliathelion.
Laucian scans the room at the three women waiting for a reply. A elf maiden with sandy brown hair rises out of her chair to greet him.
"Welcome Laucian Nailo of Clan Grunalf. I am Lilliathelionn Allandros of Clan Grunalf. It appears that we are far from home, my fellow clansman."
Laucian begins to smile upon hearing she is from the same clan. Slipping back into his native tongue, "It is an honor and a pleasure, Lilliathelion Allandros. It would appear so. Hopefully this mission won't keep us from home for long. Though having a fellow clansman/women will ease our transition in this strange and foreign land."
"Well met, Laucian Nailo of Clan Grunalf. I am Ivy of Azrella.”
“Would you be a follower of the Lady of the Forests?”
The urge to speak in Elvish is great and Laucian begins to speak Elvish. "Aye" quickly realizing his mistake, "Hail and well met, Ivy of Azrella. Yes, I am a follower of the Lady of Forests."
Laucian will look around the inn for a few moments. "When is our gracious Host due to arrive? Any idea why he summoned us here? Any idea of how many of us there are?" after asking these questions he will look between Ivy and Lilliathelion, more so Lilliathelion.
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Lilia
- Queen of the Sylvan Realm
- Posts: 457
- Joined: Thu Jul 17, 2003 4:54 pm
- Location: The Sylvan Realm
Lilia
Lilia:
“Aye, kinsman,” Lilia responds in elvish. “I share those sentiments. I miss the forests of home terribly. None of us present know when Sherwood Elf-Friend is going to arrive, nor have we any clue as to why we have been gathered. Come and sit with me. You must be weary from your long journey. Oh, and please call me Lilia." [pronounced LIE-lee-ah]Laucian begins to smile upon hearing she is from the same clan. Slipping back into his native tongue, ”It is an honor and a pleasure Lilliathelionn Allandros. It would appear so. Hopefully this mission won’t keep us from home for long. Though having a fellow clansman/women will ease our transition in this strange and foreign land."
Either by my magic or my bow you WILL fall!
Ivy
Ivy:
Not knowing what the elves are saying in their native language, Ivy pretty much offers the same explanation. “No one seems to know when Sherwood is going to arrive or what his purpose for gathering us is. It is a mystery to tantalize us until he arrives. In the meantime, there is fine food and drink to be shared. Let us make the best of our wait with each other’s company. Come join us and Kylie so that we may better pass the time.”
Not knowing what the elves are saying in their native language, Ivy pretty much offers the same explanation. “No one seems to know when Sherwood is going to arrive or what his purpose for gathering us is. It is a mystery to tantalize us until he arrives. In the meantime, there is fine food and drink to be shared. Let us make the best of our wait with each other’s company. Come join us and Kylie so that we may better pass the time.”
For the glory of the Blue Lady!
Two More...
Kylie:
She had been quietly talking with the elf Lilia when a woman entered, followed shortly by a man. Kylie sits quietly and motionlessly in her chair as the others make their greetings. After some moments, a shadow stirs and a young woman rises from the chair across from Lilia.
"Greetings. Kylie Lanthorn of Elcadan," she says to Ivy, repeating the same to Laucian in Elvish. "Though I have known Sherwood for some years now, I know no more of his intentions in this than any of you."
Hearing mention of food, Kylie's stomach growls. Lunch was small while travelling with the caravan and many hours ago. "Aye, let us partake of the meal that the innkeeper has prepared." That said, Kylie glides over to the table and sits, eyeing the food hungrily.
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Again, I apologize for being so reticent about posting recently.
She had been quietly talking with the elf Lilia when a woman entered, followed shortly by a man. Kylie sits quietly and motionlessly in her chair as the others make their greetings. After some moments, a shadow stirs and a young woman rises from the chair across from Lilia.
"Greetings. Kylie Lanthorn of Elcadan," she says to Ivy, repeating the same to Laucian in Elvish. "Though I have known Sherwood for some years now, I know no more of his intentions in this than any of you."
Hearing mention of food, Kylie's stomach growls. Lunch was small while travelling with the caravan and many hours ago. "Aye, let us partake of the meal that the innkeeper has prepared." That said, Kylie glides over to the table and sits, eyeing the food hungrily.
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Again, I apologize for being so reticent about posting recently.
A beginning...
Sherra:
Finally, Pyris. The road from Elcadan was not as peaceful a journey as I had hoped. I'm not entirely sure who those two men were who decided to ambush me, but their current state as corpses won't give me any answers.
Patting the black mare that has been a good companion these past long weeks, the woman donned entirely in black with a hooded cloak hiding all of her features except those that would indentify her sex, takes the reigns and walks in front of her steed. It was now laden down with a few recently acquired items that two dead men had no more use for. Granted these men had use for them while they were still living and trying to kill her, but she quickly had to put a stop to that nonsense.
The Green Forest Inn soon looms before her and she wearily brings the mare to the stables, watching briefly as the two young stable lads take the mare and dutifully tend to their chores. Stepping into the inn, the smell of the roasted chicken is delightful to her and she breathes it in completely.
Taking quick note of the others seated around and seeing no reaction but curiousity to her arrival, she removes the hood and loosens the ties of the cloak, revealing the black leather armor that wraps up her 5 foot 7 inch frame quite nicely, complemented by high black boots. She shakes out her long black hair and looks over at the assembled others with piercing blue eyes. "This must be the right place," she says in the "common" (Cynalonian) tongue with a slight grin, her eyes quick to look over each of those seated and notice the little things one of her profession would. "Mind if I join with you while we all wait? I wish I could sustain myself on the smell of that chicken alone, but the road was more demanding than I expected."
As she closes the distance to those who are seated, she smiles a sly smile once more and proclaims, "I am Sherra."
Finally, Pyris. The road from Elcadan was not as peaceful a journey as I had hoped. I'm not entirely sure who those two men were who decided to ambush me, but their current state as corpses won't give me any answers.
Patting the black mare that has been a good companion these past long weeks, the woman donned entirely in black with a hooded cloak hiding all of her features except those that would indentify her sex, takes the reigns and walks in front of her steed. It was now laden down with a few recently acquired items that two dead men had no more use for. Granted these men had use for them while they were still living and trying to kill her, but she quickly had to put a stop to that nonsense.
The Green Forest Inn soon looms before her and she wearily brings the mare to the stables, watching briefly as the two young stable lads take the mare and dutifully tend to their chores. Stepping into the inn, the smell of the roasted chicken is delightful to her and she breathes it in completely.
Taking quick note of the others seated around and seeing no reaction but curiousity to her arrival, she removes the hood and loosens the ties of the cloak, revealing the black leather armor that wraps up her 5 foot 7 inch frame quite nicely, complemented by high black boots. She shakes out her long black hair and looks over at the assembled others with piercing blue eyes. "This must be the right place," she says in the "common" (Cynalonian) tongue with a slight grin, her eyes quick to look over each of those seated and notice the little things one of her profession would. "Mind if I join with you while we all wait? I wish I could sustain myself on the smell of that chicken alone, but the road was more demanding than I expected."
As she closes the distance to those who are seated, she smiles a sly smile once more and proclaims, "I am Sherra."
And Still They Come...
Kylie:
Movement at the table causes Sherra's attention to be temporarily drawn there. Even still, the young woman seated there tends to blend into the background - apparently a function of the cloak she is wearing.
"Hi, Sherra. I'm Kylie," she says in Cynalonian. "Nice to meet you." Her eyes sparkle as she turns back to collect food for her plate.
Movement at the table causes Sherra's attention to be temporarily drawn there. Even still, the young woman seated there tends to blend into the background - apparently a function of the cloak she is wearing.
"Hi, Sherra. I'm Kylie," she says in Cynalonian. "Nice to meet you." Her eyes sparkle as she turns back to collect food for her plate.
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Grondar
- Berronar's Humble Servant
- Posts: 406
- Joined: Thu Sep 02, 2004 7:55 pm
- Location: Aboveground, unfortunately
A Weed Amongst Flowers
Grondar:
It had been a long trip, all the way from Crossroads. He had been serving there in the service of Berronar for over a year. While there weren't a lot of dwarves living in the city, there were quite a few mining camps and villages in the hills and mountains around the city. It was his duty to visit them and bring them the good word of Berronar Truesilver.
Of course, those lands also held their fair share of humanoids and monsters, so it was also his duty as her priest to being those people Berronar's blessing of peace and protection. Thus, he spent a fair bit of his time fighting those same humanoids and monsters. Fortunately, the church had provided him a small squad of dwarven warriors to assist him in his work.
Thus, it came as quite a surprise one day when a human wizard visited him in his camp in the hills. He had just spent the day leading a service in a mining camp nearby and was on his way with his warriors to a nearby village.
"Hello, Grondar," he said, stepping out of the shadows and approaching Grondar's campfire. "Please don't be alarmed."
At the sight of the man, Grondar had begun to scramble to his feet, but he paused at the human's words. "I see that you are a human, and a wizard by the looks of you. Who are you and what brings you to my fire?" His voice, though gravelly in the manner of many dwarves, is not unfriendly and betrays a bit of his curiosity.
"Ah, forgive me good dwarf," the man replied. "I am Sherwood, and wizard from Elcadan." Grondar had heard of the city of Elcadan, and very little of it pleasant. At the same time, even he had heard tell of a famous human wizard by the name of Sherwood. Could this be the same?
The wizard continues, unaware of Grondar's unspoken questions. "I have come to request your assistance with a matter of some import. I have here a letter from the higher offices of your church authorizing you to join in this effort."
Sherwood handed a scroll tube to Grondar. Noting that the seal was still intact, Grondar opened the tube, pulled out the scroll and read the contents. The letter was written in dwarvish runes and signed by the local head of Berronar's priesthood. The letter verified Sherwood's claim, both to his identity and their desire to have Grondar provide such assistance as he could. Further, he was to send the warriors back to Crossroads; they would be sending another priest there to take over his work in the region. Rolling the letter back up and reinserting it into the tube, Grondar slipped it into the pack on the ground near the rock on which he sat.
"A pleasure to meet you Sherwood. And thank you for waiting. I would be delighted to join your quest." A certain note of excitement had crept into Grondar's voice. "When do we leave?"
Sherwood laughed, entertained by the enthusiastic little man. "I am asking that all of those who are going to participate meet me at the Green Forest Inn in Pyris. Once all have arrived there, I will provide details on the mission for which you have all been gathered.
"While you are settling your affairs and making your way to Pyris, I will be out recruiting others. I look forward to seing you there in some few days, Grondar."
"And I you, Sherwood of Elcadan." Grondar rose and began to busy himself with preparations. "I should be getting to bed. It seems there is much to do and tomorrow will be a long day."
With a smile, Sherwood faded into the shadows and was gone.
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The door to the inn swings open once again, and a tired-looking dwarf steps inside. It appears that he has been on the road for days, as he is covered in dust and sweating from exertion. Still, there is a pleased expression on his face as he enters. Looking about, he notices those gathered.
"Bless Berronar, it seems I have finally arrived." Pausing just inside the door, the dwarf spreads his hands and looks upward. "May Berronar bless this establishment and protect and guide all of those therein."
Setting down his pack off to the side of the door, Grondar moves closer to the assembled adventurers. As he moves, he jangles and clinks as the links of his shiny suit of chainmail shifts and moves with his squat, stout body. Heavy, mailed gloves, or gauntlets, cover his hands. A finely-crafted mace hangs from his belt, swinging back and forth in time with his rolling gait. Attached to the backpack that he set down are a stout crossbow and a quiver of bolts.
"Hail and well met, friends," he says as he nears the table. "I am Grondar Foehammer, son of Throndar, and priest of Berronar Truesilver. May his peace and security be upon you all."
Even among dwarves, Grondar would likely not be considered particularly attractive. His features are as rough and ill-used as his boots, which show every sign of some hard living and harder fighting. Still, he bears himself well and shows the confidence that can only come with experience. To those who have encountered dwarves previously, he seems a little larger than average and is well-muscled. His skin is a deep reddish-tan, with brown hair and matching eyes.
It had been a long trip, all the way from Crossroads. He had been serving there in the service of Berronar for over a year. While there weren't a lot of dwarves living in the city, there were quite a few mining camps and villages in the hills and mountains around the city. It was his duty to visit them and bring them the good word of Berronar Truesilver.
Of course, those lands also held their fair share of humanoids and monsters, so it was also his duty as her priest to being those people Berronar's blessing of peace and protection. Thus, he spent a fair bit of his time fighting those same humanoids and monsters. Fortunately, the church had provided him a small squad of dwarven warriors to assist him in his work.
Thus, it came as quite a surprise one day when a human wizard visited him in his camp in the hills. He had just spent the day leading a service in a mining camp nearby and was on his way with his warriors to a nearby village.
"Hello, Grondar," he said, stepping out of the shadows and approaching Grondar's campfire. "Please don't be alarmed."
At the sight of the man, Grondar had begun to scramble to his feet, but he paused at the human's words. "I see that you are a human, and a wizard by the looks of you. Who are you and what brings you to my fire?" His voice, though gravelly in the manner of many dwarves, is not unfriendly and betrays a bit of his curiosity.
"Ah, forgive me good dwarf," the man replied. "I am Sherwood, and wizard from Elcadan." Grondar had heard of the city of Elcadan, and very little of it pleasant. At the same time, even he had heard tell of a famous human wizard by the name of Sherwood. Could this be the same?
The wizard continues, unaware of Grondar's unspoken questions. "I have come to request your assistance with a matter of some import. I have here a letter from the higher offices of your church authorizing you to join in this effort."
Sherwood handed a scroll tube to Grondar. Noting that the seal was still intact, Grondar opened the tube, pulled out the scroll and read the contents. The letter was written in dwarvish runes and signed by the local head of Berronar's priesthood. The letter verified Sherwood's claim, both to his identity and their desire to have Grondar provide such assistance as he could. Further, he was to send the warriors back to Crossroads; they would be sending another priest there to take over his work in the region. Rolling the letter back up and reinserting it into the tube, Grondar slipped it into the pack on the ground near the rock on which he sat.
"A pleasure to meet you Sherwood. And thank you for waiting. I would be delighted to join your quest." A certain note of excitement had crept into Grondar's voice. "When do we leave?"
Sherwood laughed, entertained by the enthusiastic little man. "I am asking that all of those who are going to participate meet me at the Green Forest Inn in Pyris. Once all have arrived there, I will provide details on the mission for which you have all been gathered.
"While you are settling your affairs and making your way to Pyris, I will be out recruiting others. I look forward to seing you there in some few days, Grondar."
"And I you, Sherwood of Elcadan." Grondar rose and began to busy himself with preparations. "I should be getting to bed. It seems there is much to do and tomorrow will be a long day."
With a smile, Sherwood faded into the shadows and was gone.
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The door to the inn swings open once again, and a tired-looking dwarf steps inside. It appears that he has been on the road for days, as he is covered in dust and sweating from exertion. Still, there is a pleased expression on his face as he enters. Looking about, he notices those gathered.
"Bless Berronar, it seems I have finally arrived." Pausing just inside the door, the dwarf spreads his hands and looks upward. "May Berronar bless this establishment and protect and guide all of those therein."
Setting down his pack off to the side of the door, Grondar moves closer to the assembled adventurers. As he moves, he jangles and clinks as the links of his shiny suit of chainmail shifts and moves with his squat, stout body. Heavy, mailed gloves, or gauntlets, cover his hands. A finely-crafted mace hangs from his belt, swinging back and forth in time with his rolling gait. Attached to the backpack that he set down are a stout crossbow and a quiver of bolts.
"Hail and well met, friends," he says as he nears the table. "I am Grondar Foehammer, son of Throndar, and priest of Berronar Truesilver. May his peace and security be upon you all."
Even among dwarves, Grondar would likely not be considered particularly attractive. His features are as rough and ill-used as his boots, which show every sign of some hard living and harder fighting. Still, he bears himself well and shows the confidence that can only come with experience. To those who have encountered dwarves previously, he seems a little larger than average and is well-muscled. His skin is a deep reddish-tan, with brown hair and matching eyes.
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Laucian
- Ranger of Ehlonna
- Posts: 532
- Joined: Tue Jul 22, 2003 7:18 pm
- Location: Dense Forests of the Elfholds
Laucian
He sits down at the table and places a small portion of food on his plate. Not usually one to eat chicken he takes a small piece, not wanting to be rude. He says a prayer to Ehlonna thanking her for the food he is about to eat. Upon taking his first bite the door of the inn opens again. A human women with black hair enters.
"Mind if I join with you while we all wait? I wish I could sustain myself on the smell of that chicken alone, but the road was more demanding than I expected."
"I am Sherra." the women in black leather states.
"Well met Sherra, I am Laucian Nailo. All are welcome at this table." he will introduce himself to Grondor as well. "Come friend you must be hungry after your trip."
He sits down at the table and places a small portion of food on his plate. Not usually one to eat chicken he takes a small piece, not wanting to be rude. He says a prayer to Ehlonna thanking her for the food he is about to eat. Upon taking his first bite the door of the inn opens again. A human women with black hair enters.
"Mind if I join with you while we all wait? I wish I could sustain myself on the smell of that chicken alone, but the road was more demanding than I expected."
"I am Sherra." the women in black leather states.
"Well met Sherra, I am Laucian Nailo. All are welcome at this table." he will introduce himself to Grondor as well. "Come friend you must be hungry after your trip."
Ivy
Ivy:
Ivy listens to Kylie speak.
"Though I have known Sherwood for some years now, I know no more of his intentions in this than any of you."
"Ah, I see. Then perhaps you have met Elspeth as well? We grew up together in the orphanage in Elcadan."
As the new arrivals enter, Ivy will warmly greet each of them.
"Please come and join us, Sherra. There is plenty of food to go around and it is as good as it smells!"
Just as Ivy is going to sit down the door opens once more and a dwarf enters.
"Hail and well met, friends," he says as he nears the table. "I am Grondar Foehammer, son of Throndar, and priest of Berronar Truesilver. May his peace and security be upon you all."
"Welcome Grondar Foehammer," Ivy respectfully states. "I am Ivy of Azrella. May the blessings of the Blue Lady watch over you. Berronar Truesliver? Is she not the dwarven Goddess of Healing? Come and join us in this fine repast."
Ivy waits a few moments, making sure that the door does not open again before retaking her seat. "So my new friends, it seems that we all have been asked here by Sherwood for some mystery quest. No doubt each of us brings many different talents to the table. I am curious as to the role that each of us is expected to play in the adventures to come."
"As I have previously stated, I am Priestess of Azrella. I am also a holy warrior in the blue lady's service, dedicated to the destruction of undead. As such, I have many special abilities to combat these foul menaces. Should we engage in battle against undead, permit me to handle the most dangerous of the foes. The grace of the Blue Lady will protect me from their vile powers."
"So, my new friends, what skills does each of you possess?"
Ivy listens to Kylie speak.
"Though I have known Sherwood for some years now, I know no more of his intentions in this than any of you."
"Ah, I see. Then perhaps you have met Elspeth as well? We grew up together in the orphanage in Elcadan."
As the new arrivals enter, Ivy will warmly greet each of them.
"Please come and join us, Sherra. There is plenty of food to go around and it is as good as it smells!"
Just as Ivy is going to sit down the door opens once more and a dwarf enters.
"Hail and well met, friends," he says as he nears the table. "I am Grondar Foehammer, son of Throndar, and priest of Berronar Truesilver. May his peace and security be upon you all."
"Welcome Grondar Foehammer," Ivy respectfully states. "I am Ivy of Azrella. May the blessings of the Blue Lady watch over you. Berronar Truesliver? Is she not the dwarven Goddess of Healing? Come and join us in this fine repast."
Ivy waits a few moments, making sure that the door does not open again before retaking her seat. "So my new friends, it seems that we all have been asked here by Sherwood for some mystery quest. No doubt each of us brings many different talents to the table. I am curious as to the role that each of us is expected to play in the adventures to come."
"As I have previously stated, I am Priestess of Azrella. I am also a holy warrior in the blue lady's service, dedicated to the destruction of undead. As such, I have many special abilities to combat these foul menaces. Should we engage in battle against undead, permit me to handle the most dangerous of the foes. The grace of the Blue Lady will protect me from their vile powers."
"So, my new friends, what skills does each of you possess?"
For the glory of the Blue Lady!
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Lilia
- Queen of the Sylvan Realm
- Posts: 457
- Joined: Thu Jul 17, 2003 4:54 pm
- Location: The Sylvan Realm
Lilia
Lilia:
The door opens and more people enter. No doubt more members of this group Sherwood Elf-Friend has assembled. Lilia can't help but wonder who they are and what they have to offer to such a group.
First is a tall human all in black. She calls herself Sherra. Lilia will nod when introduced to the human by Laucian. "I am Lilia."
Next comes the dwarf. Again, Lilia doesn't really say much. She'll again nod and state that she is Lilia when introduced.
The table here at the Inn is rapidly beginning to fill up. The human priestess strikes up the conversation, asking, "So, my new friends, what skills does each of you possess?"
The holy warrior comment surprises Lilia. The human doesn't look like much of a warrior in her eyes. But looks can be deceiving.
Lilia will respond, "I was trained in the art of the shortbow by my clan, but my first love is the arcane arts. So, I am a sorceress."
The door opens and more people enter. No doubt more members of this group Sherwood Elf-Friend has assembled. Lilia can't help but wonder who they are and what they have to offer to such a group.
First is a tall human all in black. She calls herself Sherra. Lilia will nod when introduced to the human by Laucian. "I am Lilia."
Next comes the dwarf. Again, Lilia doesn't really say much. She'll again nod and state that she is Lilia when introduced.
The table here at the Inn is rapidly beginning to fill up. The human priestess strikes up the conversation, asking, "So, my new friends, what skills does each of you possess?"
The holy warrior comment surprises Lilia. The human doesn't look like much of a warrior in her eyes. But looks can be deceiving.
Lilia will respond, "I was trained in the art of the shortbow by my clan, but my first love is the arcane arts. So, I am a sorceress."
Either by my magic or my bow you WILL fall!
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Laucian
- Ranger of Ehlonna
- Posts: 532
- Joined: Tue Jul 22, 2003 7:18 pm
- Location: Dense Forests of the Elfholds
Laucian
Ivy begins to the group that she is a priest of Azrella,once again, and the skills she posseses.
"So, my new friends, what skills does each of you possess?"
In turn Lilia replies that she was trained with a short bow but she fell in love with the arcane arts. "I am a sorceress."
Laucian will reply "I have always found solace amongst the forests of my homeland. It seemed fitting to learn the ways of the woodsmen. As I have stated before I am a priest of Ehlonna. I have been trained in the art of the dagger, longsword and Longbow, But I favor the Longbow above all others." He will add "I am trained in healing, herblism as well as Fletching, and speak several languages of the forest."
Ivy begins to the group that she is a priest of Azrella,once again, and the skills she posseses.
"So, my new friends, what skills does each of you possess?"
In turn Lilia replies that she was trained with a short bow but she fell in love with the arcane arts. "I am a sorceress."
Laucian will reply "I have always found solace amongst the forests of my homeland. It seemed fitting to learn the ways of the woodsmen. As I have stated before I am a priest of Ehlonna. I have been trained in the art of the dagger, longsword and Longbow, But I favor the Longbow above all others." He will add "I am trained in healing, herblism as well as Fletching, and speak several languages of the forest."
much needed food and some Q&A...
Sherra:
Smiling pleasantly at all seated she does her best to control her fingers as she takes a generous portion. Not wanting to seem entirely rude and mannerless, she eats slowly, listening to each in turn as they talk about themselves briefly.
When an appropriate pause between the delightful food and the conversation presents itself, she offers, "I feel as though I was born on the seas. It's all I've known for as long as I can remember. If whatever Sherwood has planned takes us onto the water, then I'm your girl." She smiles playfully.
"I also am skilled at getting into and out of places... quietly. I'm decent with a bow and a blade to boot." She shrugs as if really that's about all that anyone might find interesting about her at this point and returns her attention to the diminishing amount of food before her.
Smiling pleasantly at all seated she does her best to control her fingers as she takes a generous portion. Not wanting to seem entirely rude and mannerless, she eats slowly, listening to each in turn as they talk about themselves briefly.
When an appropriate pause between the delightful food and the conversation presents itself, she offers, "I feel as though I was born on the seas. It's all I've known for as long as I can remember. If whatever Sherwood has planned takes us onto the water, then I'm your girl." She smiles playfully.
"I also am skilled at getting into and out of places... quietly. I'm decent with a bow and a blade to boot." She shrugs as if really that's about all that anyone might find interesting about her at this point and returns her attention to the diminishing amount of food before her.
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Grondar
- Berronar's Humble Servant
- Posts: 406
- Joined: Thu Sep 02, 2004 7:55 pm
- Location: Aboveground, unfortunately
Acquaintances
Grondar:
A male elf introduces himself as Laucian. "Well met, Laucian. I am indeed hungry, for I have travelled far. Thank you." He settles himself onto the chair at one end of the table and begins to collect a platefull of food for himself. "A hearty appetite demands a hearty meal, and it looks as though we have just such here before us."
"Greetings, Ivy!" he says in reply to the human woman as he steps closer. "Indeed she is, along with safety and protection, but Berronar is also a goddess of the home and family. If I recall correctly, Azrella is a goddess of fertility, among other things; that would relate to home life as well, wouldn't it, in addition to the planted fields? It would seem we have something in common. Are you skilled in healing as well?"
The elven woman proves to be close-mouthed, which doesn't surprise Grondar in the least. He's met a few other elves previously, and they were likewise - at least around him. "A pleasure to meet you, Lilia. I'm sure we will have some interesting times ahead."
Noting Kylie and Sherra, both of whom had arrived before him, Grondar greets the others at the table, both women in dark clothes, in like manner. "Greetings to both of you lovely ladies. I'm sorry, but I don't believe I caught your names."
The question posed by Ivy seems a practical one, though perhaps yet a little strange. "As I stated, I am a priest of Berronar Truesilver, though some of you may not yet be familiar with her blessed name. As a member of her ordained ministry, my role is threefold. Of greatest import is the need for healing, a blessing Berronar requires us to grant wherever the need exists. Of no lesser substance is our responsibility for the protection and safety of all those who might benefit from the sheltering hand of her grace. To this end, I have been well-trained in the use of crossbow and mace. Finally, as with many priesthoods, we provide guidance and services to our community, particularly including the tracking of family lines and histories."
A male elf introduces himself as Laucian. "Well met, Laucian. I am indeed hungry, for I have travelled far. Thank you." He settles himself onto the chair at one end of the table and begins to collect a platefull of food for himself. "A hearty appetite demands a hearty meal, and it looks as though we have just such here before us."
"Greetings, Ivy!" he says in reply to the human woman as he steps closer. "Indeed she is, along with safety and protection, but Berronar is also a goddess of the home and family. If I recall correctly, Azrella is a goddess of fertility, among other things; that would relate to home life as well, wouldn't it, in addition to the planted fields? It would seem we have something in common. Are you skilled in healing as well?"
The elven woman proves to be close-mouthed, which doesn't surprise Grondar in the least. He's met a few other elves previously, and they were likewise - at least around him. "A pleasure to meet you, Lilia. I'm sure we will have some interesting times ahead."
Noting Kylie and Sherra, both of whom had arrived before him, Grondar greets the others at the table, both women in dark clothes, in like manner. "Greetings to both of you lovely ladies. I'm sorry, but I don't believe I caught your names."
The question posed by Ivy seems a practical one, though perhaps yet a little strange. "As I stated, I am a priest of Berronar Truesilver, though some of you may not yet be familiar with her blessed name. As a member of her ordained ministry, my role is threefold. Of greatest import is the need for healing, a blessing Berronar requires us to grant wherever the need exists. Of no lesser substance is our responsibility for the protection and safety of all those who might benefit from the sheltering hand of her grace. To this end, I have been well-trained in the use of crossbow and mace. Finally, as with many priesthoods, we provide guidance and services to our community, particularly including the tracking of family lines and histories."
Professional Courtesy?
Kylie:
Looking up from her food, Kylie replies to Ivy. "Elspeth? Uhm... yes, we met once or twice." She doesn't seem inclined to elaborate.
"An orphanage? That must have been unpleasant. I've heard some ugly things about those places. Then again, Dog Alley's no picnic, either." Ivy might recognise the name, as it is one of the middling-bad slums in Elcadan's New Town."
Kylie sits quietly eating as the others respond to Ivy's question regarding skills. Most are rather boring to her, though one eyebrow raises momentarily at Sherra's mention of 'getting into and out of places... quietly'. It will be interesting to see just what she can do.
When there doesn't seem to be anyone else remaining but herself, Kylie responds rather reluctantly. "By profession, I locate and acquire items of value. I have a few mystic skills to ease my work. Additionally, my mother taught me to use a bow, in order to defend myself at need."
Looking up from her food, Kylie replies to Ivy. "Elspeth? Uhm... yes, we met once or twice." She doesn't seem inclined to elaborate.
"An orphanage? That must have been unpleasant. I've heard some ugly things about those places. Then again, Dog Alley's no picnic, either." Ivy might recognise the name, as it is one of the middling-bad slums in Elcadan's New Town."
Kylie sits quietly eating as the others respond to Ivy's question regarding skills. Most are rather boring to her, though one eyebrow raises momentarily at Sherra's mention of 'getting into and out of places... quietly'. It will be interesting to see just what she can do.
When there doesn't seem to be anyone else remaining but herself, Kylie responds rather reluctantly. "By profession, I locate and acquire items of value. I have a few mystic skills to ease my work. Additionally, my mother taught me to use a bow, in order to defend myself at need."
Ivy
Ivy:
Ivy listens intently as her new friends talk about themselves.
"Another aspect of Azrella as the Goddess of Life is to counter undead beings. Against such foul creatures I have many special powers and abilities. Our greatest foes are the followers of Orcus, the rank demon-god of the undead and Incalabus, the vile deity of plague and sickness."
"Typically our temples will incorporate an orphanage. It was in such a place that I grew up along with Elspeth."
"No, it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. But the priestesses were very nice and I did feel loved, even if my own parents were not there."
"No one deserves to grow up in Dog Alley. The slums of Elcadan are surely the closest thing to the abyss here on Earth. We made many forays into them to try to help the needy. It is a sad and depressing place."
"All in all we seem to be a well diverse group. We do seem to be lacking front line warriors however. Perhaps there are more adventurers yet to arrive?"
Ivy will happily converse with her new comrades until Sherwood arrives.
Ivy listens intently as her new friends talk about themselves.
"A dual threat then," Ivy comments. "Very useful."Lilia wrote:Lilia will respond, "I was trained in the art of the shortbow by my clan, but my first love is the arcane arts. So, I am a sorceress."
"No doubt our mission will take us across woodlands," Ivy suggests. "Your skills will be most useful, Laucian."Laucian wrote:Laucian will reply "I have always found solace amongst the forests of my homeland. It seemed fitting to learn the ways of the woodsmen. As I have stated before I am a priest of Ehlonna. I have been trained in the art of the dagger, longsword and Longbow, but I favor the Longbow above all others." He will add, "I am trained in healing, herbalism as well as Fletching, and speak several languages of the forest."
Ivy grins at Sherra's explanation of her skills. "Ah, a type of urban scout then. Seems that Sherwood is covering all his bases here, be it in the woods, in the city, or upon the seas. Personally, I have never been south to see the ocean. It's hard to imagine a body of water so large that one cannot see across."Sherra wrote:I feel as though I was born on the seas. It's all I've known for as long as I can remember. If whatever Sherwood has planned takes us onto the water, then I'm your girl." She smiles playfully. I also am skilled at getting into and out of places... quietly. I'm decent with a bow and a blade to boot."
"Ah, I see," Ivy responds. "I knew about the healing aspect of Berronar since it is so close to that of my goddess, but not the other details. We Azrellians primarily concern ourselves with the bearing and raising of children. Chauntea and her most able flock devote themselves to the growing of plants from the earth. We are very powerful in the arts of healing."Grondar wrote:"Greetings, Ivy!" he says in reply to the human woman as he steps closer. "Indeed she is, along with safety and protection, but Berronar is also a goddess of the home and family. If I recall correctly, Azrella is a goddess of fertility, among other things; that would relate to home life as well, wouldn't it, in addition to the planted fields? It would seem we have something in common. Are you skilled in healing as well?"
"Another aspect of Azrella as the Goddess of Life is to counter undead beings. Against such foul creatures I have many special powers and abilities. Our greatest foes are the followers of Orcus, the rank demon-god of the undead and Incalabus, the vile deity of plague and sickness."
"Typically our temples will incorporate an orphanage. It was in such a place that I grew up along with Elspeth."
Seeing Kylie's reluctance to speak of Elspeth, Ivy does not bring the subject up again. She knows of her friend's narrow view of the world.Kylie wrote:Looking up from her food, Kylie replies to Ivy. "Elspeth? Uhm... yes, we met once or twice." She doesn't seem inclined to elaborate.
"An orphanage? That must have been unpleasant. I've heard some ugly things about those places. Then again, Dog Alley's no picnic, either." Ivy might recognize the name, as it is one of the middling-bad slums in Elcadan's New Town."
"No, it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. But the priestesses were very nice and I did feel loved, even if my own parents were not there."
"No one deserves to grow up in Dog Alley. The slums of Elcadan are surely the closest thing to the abyss here on Earth. We made many forays into them to try to help the needy. It is a sad and depressing place."
"All in all we seem to be a well diverse group. We do seem to be lacking front line warriors however. Perhaps there are more adventurers yet to arrive?"
Ivy will happily converse with her new comrades until Sherwood arrives.
For the glory of the Blue Lady!
Chareos
The door to the inn opens once more and a middle-aged man enters. He is human, stands 5ft 10 and his brown hair is loosely tied in a ponytail leaving a few strands free to move about as they wish. His features are rigid and rough with his blue eyes glimmering from beneath the few strands of hair.
His manor of dress is simple. A dark grey robe with soft black boots. An ornate ring can be seen on his right hand has he leans on a quarterstaff.
Upon entering the inn he notices the company sitting around a large table eating what appears to be chicken. Slowly approaching them, "Good day to you all. You wouldn't be the party Sherwood has put together, would you?" Glancing at the occupants at the table. Upon hearing that it is as he assumed, "My name is Chareos and I am at your service."
If asked what his area of expertise is, he will respond," I am trained in the arcane as well as in combat."
The door to the inn opens once more and a middle-aged man enters. He is human, stands 5ft 10 and his brown hair is loosely tied in a ponytail leaving a few strands free to move about as they wish. His features are rigid and rough with his blue eyes glimmering from beneath the few strands of hair.
His manor of dress is simple. A dark grey robe with soft black boots. An ornate ring can be seen on his right hand has he leans on a quarterstaff.
Upon entering the inn he notices the company sitting around a large table eating what appears to be chicken. Slowly approaching them, "Good day to you all. You wouldn't be the party Sherwood has put together, would you?" Glancing at the occupants at the table. Upon hearing that it is as he assumed, "My name is Chareos and I am at your service."
If asked what his area of expertise is, he will respond," I am trained in the arcane as well as in combat."
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Grondar
- Berronar's Humble Servant
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Meet and Greet
Grondar:
Ivy proceeds to fill Grondar in on the details of her priesthood, and he listens intently, nodding periodically. "Very good, Ivy! It is a pleasure to know that there will be another skilled healer among this brotherhood. However, we are not as powerful against those of unnatural life as you, but still capable.
"Ah, yes. I had heard you mention the orphanage to the young... 'finder'. I presume that early experience led directly to your involvement in Azrella's priesthood. T'would seem it was not an unpleasant place, as miss Kylie had expected."
Ivy then proceeds to commiserate with the unfortunate lass, Grondar nodding in agreement. "I'm saddened to hear of your unfortunate circumstances. However, you survived the experience and show every sign of having grown into a fine young lady."
It seems the inn is a busy place, or at least the sorceror Sherwood has been busy, as yet again the door opens and a human steps through. "Greetings, Chareos! If you seek to join Sherwood's band, then you are indeed in the right place. I am Grondar Foehammer, priest of Berronar Truesilver. May her protection ever enfold you. Please, come and join us."
Ivy proceeds to fill Grondar in on the details of her priesthood, and he listens intently, nodding periodically. "Very good, Ivy! It is a pleasure to know that there will be another skilled healer among this brotherhood. However, we are not as powerful against those of unnatural life as you, but still capable.
"Ah, yes. I had heard you mention the orphanage to the young... 'finder'. I presume that early experience led directly to your involvement in Azrella's priesthood. T'would seem it was not an unpleasant place, as miss Kylie had expected."
Ivy then proceeds to commiserate with the unfortunate lass, Grondar nodding in agreement. "I'm saddened to hear of your unfortunate circumstances. However, you survived the experience and show every sign of having grown into a fine young lady."
It seems the inn is a busy place, or at least the sorceror Sherwood has been busy, as yet again the door opens and a human steps through. "Greetings, Chareos! If you seek to join Sherwood's band, then you are indeed in the right place. I am Grondar Foehammer, priest of Berronar Truesilver. May her protection ever enfold you. Please, come and join us."
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Meet and Greet
Kylie:
Ivy and then the ragged dwarf both offer their sympathies on her upbringing. Not entirely sure what to make of the attention, Kylie just murmurs, "Uh... Yeah. Thanks."
Almost immediately, the door opens once again. A man enters and introduces himself as Chareos. "Yes, we are. I am Kylie Lanthorn. Welcome."
Ivy and then the ragged dwarf both offer their sympathies on her upbringing. Not entirely sure what to make of the attention, Kylie just murmurs, "Uh... Yeah. Thanks."
Almost immediately, the door opens once again. A man enters and introduces himself as Chareos. "Yes, we are. I am Kylie Lanthorn. Welcome."
Ivy
Ivy:
Ivy will join her new comrades in welcoming Chareos into our fold. "Please, come sit and join us. We were just getting to know each other better."
Grondar:
"Fortunately, the Azrellian temple and orphanage is in the Old Town district of Elcadan, the nicest part of the city. I was shielded from the horrors of the Slums until I was older. Make no mistake; those who grew up in the slums have endured much. They are hardy, very self-reliant individuals. I have a great deal of respect for those who rise about such deplorable conditions and make something of themselves."
"I know very little about my birth parents. The village where I was born was over ran by undead and most everyone slain and taken away when I was just a baby. Adventurers found my baby basket hidden inside a cabinet shortly after that. They took me to the Azrellian Orphanage where I spent most of my life. It's really the only home that I never knew. I was told what became of my family when I was older. That's when I swore to vanquish every undead being in the world. I joined the service of Azrella to accomplish this goal."
Ivy will join her new comrades in welcoming Chareos into our fold. "Please, come sit and join us. We were just getting to know each other better."
Grondar:
"Ah, yes. I had heard you mention the orphanage to the young... 'finder'. I presume that early experience led directly to your involvement in Azrella's priesthood. T'would seem it was not an unpleasant place, as miss Kylie had expected."
"Fortunately, the Azrellian temple and orphanage is in the Old Town district of Elcadan, the nicest part of the city. I was shielded from the horrors of the Slums until I was older. Make no mistake; those who grew up in the slums have endured much. They are hardy, very self-reliant individuals. I have a great deal of respect for those who rise about such deplorable conditions and make something of themselves."
"I know very little about my birth parents. The village where I was born was over ran by undead and most everyone slain and taken away when I was just a baby. Adventurers found my baby basket hidden inside a cabinet shortly after that. They took me to the Azrellian Orphanage where I spent most of my life. It's really the only home that I never knew. I was told what became of my family when I was older. That's when I swore to vanquish every undead being in the world. I joined the service of Azrella to accomplish this goal."
For the glory of the Blue Lady!
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Lilia
- Queen of the Sylvan Realm
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Lilia
Lilia:
The elf maiden casually listens to the conversations going on around her. It seems that Sherwood Elf-Friend has gathered a group from a very wide range of places. Most seem to have abilities that would be beneficial to a group.
Lilia does raise an eyebrow when the door opens once more and a middle-aged man enters. He seems to have abilities that, on the surface, mirror her own.
"Chareos," Lilia will nod in greeting. "I too am skilled in the arts arcane."
Otherwise, Lilia will keep only a minimal involvement in the ongoing dialogue. For now, she is content to listen and observe the individuals for whom she will be with during this venture.
The elf maiden casually listens to the conversations going on around her. It seems that Sherwood Elf-Friend has gathered a group from a very wide range of places. Most seem to have abilities that would be beneficial to a group.
Lilia does raise an eyebrow when the door opens once more and a middle-aged man enters. He seems to have abilities that, on the surface, mirror her own.
"Chareos," Lilia will nod in greeting. "I too am skilled in the arts arcane."
Otherwise, Lilia will keep only a minimal involvement in the ongoing dialogue. For now, she is content to listen and observe the individuals for whom she will be with during this venture.
Either by my magic or my bow you WILL fall!
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Grondar
- Berronar's Humble Servant
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- Location: Aboveground, unfortunately
Meet and Greet
Grondar:
A sad look grows on the dwarf's rugged face as he listens to Ivy's disturbing tale. He can certainly understand her need to drive the undead from the face of the planet. "I'm saddened to hear of your parents' tragic fate, Ivy. While I don't know what deities they most honored, but I pray that their spirits will be taken unto his or her divine grace."
A sad look grows on the dwarf's rugged face as he listens to Ivy's disturbing tale. He can certainly understand her need to drive the undead from the face of the planet. "I'm saddened to hear of your parents' tragic fate, Ivy. While I don't know what deities they most honored, but I pray that their spirits will be taken unto his or her divine grace."
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Grondar
- Berronar's Humble Servant
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- Joined: Thu Sep 02, 2004 7:55 pm
- Location: Aboveground, unfortunately
Meet and Greet
Grondar:
Few non-dwarves have ever seen a dwarf blush, and fewer still were not shaken by the experience. Nevertheless, Grondar does so now. A furious red color flushes his gnarled features as increased blood flow brings a sudden warmth to his face.
"Ah... er... Miss Ivy. Ah... thank you," he stammers out in a small voice. "I will remember you and your parents in my prayers. E'en though you be not dwarves, still may Berronar's peace and protection watch over you."
Few non-dwarves have ever seen a dwarf blush, and fewer still were not shaken by the experience. Nevertheless, Grondar does so now. A furious red color flushes his gnarled features as increased blood flow brings a sudden warmth to his face.
"Ah... er... Miss Ivy. Ah... thank you," he stammers out in a small voice. "I will remember you and your parents in my prayers. E'en though you be not dwarves, still may Berronar's peace and protection watch over you."
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Laucian
- Ranger of Ehlonna
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Laucian
Ivy retells the story of the orphanage that she grew up in. It strikes a chord deep down inside himself. In his mind he considers what it would be like not knowing your family though being cared for by strangers. This is a feeling he has never had to endure nor ever would want to.
"Ivy This Orphanage of which you speak do they accept donations? If it is so, I would like to take a portion of my earnings and put it in their name."
Ivy retells the story of the orphanage that she grew up in. It strikes a chord deep down inside himself. In his mind he considers what it would be like not knowing your family though being cared for by strangers. This is a feeling he has never had to endure nor ever would want to.
"Ivy This Orphanage of which you speak do they accept donations? If it is so, I would like to take a portion of my earnings and put it in their name."
Ivy
Ivy:
Ivy’s eyes get bit watery and she’ll gently hug Laucian in gratitude if he will allow her to.
“That is most kind of you, Laucian. We would graciously accept any donations. I promise you that such a donation will be put to the best use possible. Thank you so much.”"Ivy This Orphanage of which you speak do they accept donations? If it is so, I would like to take a portion of my earnings and put it in their name."
Ivy’s eyes get bit watery and she’ll gently hug Laucian in gratitude if he will allow her to.
For the glory of the Blue Lady!
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Laucian
- Ranger of Ehlonna
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Laucian
That is most kind of you, Laucian. We would graciously accept any donations. I promise you that such a donation will be put to the best use possible. Thank you so much.”
Laucian will let her hug him but only for a moment. " You are more than welcome my friend. By what you have told us, they need it far more than I. When this is over I would like to see this place with my own eyes, Though I am not familiar with your lands.
That is most kind of you, Laucian. We would graciously accept any donations. I promise you that such a donation will be put to the best use possible. Thank you so much.”
Laucian will let her hug him but only for a moment. " You are more than welcome my friend. By what you have told us, they need it far more than I. When this is over I would like to see this place with my own eyes, Though I am not familiar with your lands.
Ivy
Ivy:
“Of course, Laucian. Should our journey take us through Elcadan I will show you my home.”Laucian will let her hug him but only for a moment. " You are more than welcome my friend. By what you have told us, they need it far more than I. When this is over I would like to see this place with my own eyes, though I am not familiar with your lands.
For the glory of the Blue Lady!