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Nephyriun

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Chapter 1: Into the Mists

The sun rises on the Sword Coast much like any other day -- slow and steady, yet with a bright blaze that brought life to this side of Faerun. True to its name, the month of Kythorn (also referred to as "The Time of Flowers") saw this morning the blooming of many flowers along the sides of the roads, having drunk deeply of the rains from the past tenday or so. The morning stirs into life, as our adventurers begin to rouse themselves from their dreams and slumber of the night before...

Davavor:

The morning has a slow start for Davavor -- like most mornings that he's spent in Daggerford, which never seemed to be fast no matter what time of day. The River Shining Tavern is relatively lively compared to the others in town, though the gentle flowing of the ford that gave Daggerford its name could lull him back to sleep at any moment. It was a daze, even with the dew in the morning air, the sleepy keep giving him little respite in his thirst for adventure.

Still he needed work, and while the river couldn't compare to the high open seas its humble port still offered the work he needed to put bread (or his choice staple) on the table. His fellow dock workers were tolerable, though clearly not the boisterous folks he had spent many years with -- mostly people who preferred or at the very least settled for spending their days in sleepy Daggerford, not looking for anything more than a humble life.

At least it was the first day of the tenday -- when people most often chose to travel, whether by land or by water. That meant rumors, and news, and opportunities for something more than he had found himself with these days.

Wilian:

The travel on the road was a bit tiring for Wilian -- though he had traveled with these scholars in the past, exploring all sorts of abandoned locations and ruins -- recently it had just been a string of commutes from city to city, up and down the Sword Coast as the more senior members of the group dealt with boring administrative business. Late last night the group rolled into Daggerford, after spending the day in Waterdeep in a series of seminars and meetings to argue for their license to excavate in a ruin far to the north. There was as much progress as expected in that regard, which was barely better than nothing. In the meantime they wouldn't dare waste coin on that sprawling city, instead finding a more humbler accommodation for the days it would take to get approved. For some reason they insisted on the Happy Cow Tavern, possibly just because the name amused some in the group.

"Wilian my boy, are you up yet?" There's a loud knock at the door of Wilian's tavern room, the voice gruff and wizened. Wilian would recognize it as belonging to Charles Oceanore, a retired professor of the arcane sciences spending his later years as an archaeologist of sorts. Despite being the oldest of the small scholar group Wilian had found himself with once more, he had a peppy energy to him, one that'd be expected of someone decades his junior. "No slacking today, we've got a busy morning. Come on down for breakfast when you're ready, the coffee is actually passable for once!" A hearty laugh and a few heavy footfalls later, and he's left to his own devices to get ready.

Shae:

The Lady Luck Tavern wasn't exactly the nicest tavern in Daggerford, nor the liveliest, but it was the one that asked the least questions. And when Shae wandered into Daggerford a few days ago looking for work, the fewer questions asked of her the better. She had enough from the caravan she had hitchhiked with for most the way here, when that merchant transporting prints northwards to Waterkeep had wondered why all of his books had been mysteriously opened -- and in some cases, even commented on. Corax was too curious for his own good, try as Shae might to keep him toned down when it mattered most.


"Finally up, squirt?" A snort is the first thing that Shae hears when she comes to consciousness in her tavern room -- well, "heard" through her mind's voice. The room felt as empty as it did when she had gone to bed, but looking at the smudged mirror to the side of the room she could see that it wasn't the case -- behind her a small part of her shadow twitched, almost in a sort of wave. "Having ta walk the last few miles was a bit unfortunate but now that you're well rested shouldn't be a problem, eh?" Corax usually stuck to the background, but in the moments when he had nothing to observe and distract him he was always ridiculously talkative, and Shae had learned to deal with this one way or the other.

Though this whole "relationship" of theirs still took some getting used to, Daggerford was possibly a good start to earning some coin. It was a small place, not too much attention, not too much scrutiny -- and towns on the outskirts of "grander" society like this, there was always work to be done, baddies to deal with, knowledge to seek! Right? Right.

Aelar:

Outside of the tall walls of Daggerford, along the river, Aelar is treated to the full beauty of the sunrise as he awakes in a wagon or perhaps even on the grass if he opted to sleep beneath the stars. This was going into his second tenday with the nomads he had hitched a ride with, the strange travelers who referred to themselves as the Zarovan clan of the Vistani. He had never seen their exotic clothing before, nor drank of their wine or sang of their songs, but one thing was clear: they had a way with nature and with the world, and their wagon line was comforting to Aelar, almost like a second home.

Out of the dozen or so men and women that he was traveling along with, a couple men were already hard at work feeding the horses, fetching water, or otherwise preparing the wagon camp for the day ahead. Aelar would have heard vague plans to stay around or near Daggerford for a day or two, but for what reason he wasn't quite sure. The elder, a wizened woman named Vadoma, always had a sense of mystery about her, never quite saying anything directly when it came to directions, or guidance, or readings as she often did for travelers who passed by in exchange for some coin.

This morning, Vadoma was sitting on a crate overlooking the horizon -- not in the direction of the sunrise, but opposite it, somewhere off to the north. It was the first time Aelar would have seen her up this early, and she seemed to be observing something that wasn't quite there.


 
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actualhermit

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Shae sighed as she sat up, brushing a few strands of blonde hair out of her face. "An' who's fault was that, eh? I told ya, we need to stay out of trouble. Most people don't really take kindly ta mysterious shadow beings." She nearly rolled out of bed and cleaned herself in an instant with her magic. Despite Corax getting them both into trouble far too often for her tastes, she does genuinely appreciate everything he's done for her. "Besides, I need ta find some good work before you can do anything fun. Not all of us can live in people's shadows." She shuffled around her room, packing most of her few belongings and taking a moment to inspect her tinker's kit. "Hopefully someone in this town needs a tinker, it's been far too long since I've actually made something." Shae sighed wistfully when she saw the half-finished clock in with her other supplies, then gave a pointed glare to her shadow, "I know what ya want, but there's no way I'm takin' mercenary work so soon. You're not the most subtle source of magic." Confident that she didn't lose any supplies during her getaway last night, Shae threw her pack over her shoulder and set out for the market.
 

Hawk13

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Aelar wakes up to the sounds of the horses being fed by his fellow travelers. He stretches and rolls his bedroll up that was positioned in one of the empty carts. He decided to take his meditation starting later in the night since he wanted to come to when everyone else was waking up. He is much taller than the Vistani he is traveling with, being an elf and everything. His blonde hair stands out in contrast to his copperish skin and the faint green streaks along his arms remind him of the forest that he came from. He picks up his leather armor from the other side of the cart and dons it. This isn't just any leather armor. This armor was created by the group of druids and rangers that he grew up with. The armor is similar to something humans would make, however, this armor has sage green moss growing on it as well as small vines wrapping around it with smallish leaves growing from them. This armor also reminded him of home and it was one of his most prized possessions. He was born in the forest and he grew up in it.

He reaches in his backpack and pulls out a strip of dried deer meat. "Ah, a meal fit for a forest dweller" he mumbled to himself as he chewed on the tough tissue. He looks northeast to the big city. This must be Daggerford he concluded. "Such a waste of beautiful emerald green land." Aelar was less than fond of the lawfulness of civilization. He felt that it was an encroachment on the wildlands that he loved so much and it was creeping further and further to his homeland. This was a problem.

Aelar walks over to Vadoma. He had not seen her up this early, and strangely enough, she was not looking toward their destination, but the opposite way. "Vadoma....what are you doing up this early, and do you see something?" Aelar looks toward the direction she was looking, and then back at her waiting for her response.
 

EyeOfSkadi

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Davavor awoke with the same ennui he woke up with every day. "Every day is exactly the same." he sings in a quiet dirge like tune.

He stares out the window at Chauntea's Temple, a slight smirk rises on the left side of his thin lips, "Had I not known the excitement of life I'd question why you ever created the mortal races." he says musing upon the blooming roses and grain leafs inscribed in the temples façade. He pulls over a loose sailor's shirt and combs the knots out of his wavy dirty blonde hair. He picks up his cedar lute, strums it and begins tuning, singing a sea dirge in a raspy tone, "Don't you know there ain't no devil, it's just the Gods when they drunk?"

He sets the instrument down, grabs his pack, and begins to head outside. He stops at the threshold of his room looking back at his stringed instrument. He shrugs his muscular shoulders, "May as well make a few copper while I'm down there. Or at least earn some good will." He grabs the instrument and heads to the market to perform some new songs and to meet with any new faces that he runs into, "Rumors of something away from here are sure to come by soon." he says to himself, hopeful.
 

Nephyriun

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Delimbiyr River:

Vadoma smiled slightly as Aelar approached, even before the hunter spoke up; this seemed to be common for the elder woman, whose preternatural senses were mystifying enough without factoring in her age or frailty. She turns slightly in his direction, the morning sun glinting slightly off the cataracts in her eyes. "I do see, my child, but I look not with my eyes. It would have been the same in the break of dawn, as in the gasp of dusk, as in the blazing sun or the howling rain."

Having come closer Aelar would have noticed that Vadoma seemed to keep a deck of cards between her hands -- not regular playing cards, slightly longer and with more delicate craftsmanship. Despite her older years she seemed to flick through the cards with relative ease, as if they were but an extension of her hands. "We are on the path home. Though we had not sought it, it has found us, and so it shall claim."

She pulls a card and holds it out to no one in particular, depicting in inky black detail what appeared to be a graveyard enveloped in fog. "A claim is a fickle thing. The green wishes to claim, seeks to claim, but in the end it shall be claimed as well." She looks up to Aelar with her cloudy eyes, the slender figure towering over her in her seated position. "Tell me, child. What would you seek to claim?"
 

Nephyriun

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Daggerford Market:

Due to the fairly constrained size of the walls surrounding Daggerford, there is room for only a few stalls within the front clearing of the keep. A choice few regulars have actual stalls set up, mostly local farmers or fishermen; anything more substantial comes from the various caravans that roll past the gates and park directly in the dirt clearing, as there's no other space for them. There's also a few permanent stores such as a smithy, tool store, apothecary and dried good store, who get most of their business from the permanent residents of the settlement.

Though his presence is migitated by the bright sunlight beaming down this early in the morning, Corax seems to be interested in the various goods out for sale -- as Shae could tell from his constant tugging in all directions, namely at anything that seemed magical or knowledgeable or simply sparkly and bright. He seems to ogle a couple of passerbys -- a broad shouldered man boasting regal clothing and flair, as well as a lankier young man -- but seems to know enough to not make too much of a fuss in a crowded space. Still he watches as the pair heads towards the hall to the west of the marketplace, steering clear of any commoners in their path -- including Davavor, who also just arrived to the marketplace.

As the largest building surrounding the marketplace, the Guildmaster's Hall among other things serves as a general meeting ground for people to do business, whether to escape the weather outside or simple to have a roof above them as they speak and negotiate. Beyond trade and diplomacy it also is the place to go for temporary work, gigs -- and in some rare occasions, so-called 'quests'. This seemed to be one of those rare occasions, as the regal man stands next to the large sprawling noticeboard outside, watching as the younger servant tacks a noticeably large sheet with gilded edges onto the board. When his companion finishes the noble man seems to take a deep breath as he turns to address the crowd. "Hear ye, hear ye! The Lord's Alliance is seeking brave adventurers to quell the danger that plagues this area! You will be rewarded handsomely and given proper honors for your service!"

Having made his proclamation his gaze sweeps once across the marketplace before he turns with a flourish of his half-cape, heading inside the hall with his companion in tow. When they leave a few people seem to crowd around the ad they had posted, before murmuring amongst themselves in low, concerned voices.
 

Hawk13

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Aelar looks at the card intensly. He has not seen these cards up close before. He remembers many times that Vadoma had given fortunes to passing travelers before, but was never really interested in it. However, he got an eerie feeling when he saw the graveyard on the card.

"It is not so much what I seek to claim, but what I seek is to prevent the wild from being claimed. Civilization takes what they want when they want it, and how they want it. There is no regard for the beasts and wonderful creatures that call these lands home. My order, the Wildkin, was forced from many forests due to the encroachment of civilization." He takes a deep breath, almost like a sigh, but it was more relief he could tell someone about his frustrations. "I seek to claim the wildlands for the wild. I seek the chaos of overgrowth."

Aelar adjusts his leather armor and awaits what the wise woman has to say.
 

actualhermit

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Shae did a double take as the regal man passed by, her initial goal if finding simple work nearly forgotten. She was used to Corax's short attention span, especially in markets, but this was different. The tug on her shadow was almost enough to make her stumble towards the pair. And, as much as she hated to admit it, Shae was every bit as curious about the pair as Corax was. She gave a quick glance to her shadow and mutters, "Surely it won't hurt ta check, right?" Before she set off in the direction the man went.

Shae made her way through the crowd as the man finished his proclamation, mumbling the occasional apology. When she made it to the front, she tapped one of the passersby's shoulders. "'Scuse me, do ya know what the fancy man wanted? What kinda work he's asking for?"
 

EyeOfSkadi

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"Proper honors? 'Lord Davavor' has a certain ring to it." he muses quietly to himself. He elbows his way arrogantly through the crowd until he can read the posted notice. Listenming to the concerned voices he puts on his bravado, "Worry not! The dangers will be squelched and Daggerford will sleep well and richer for it. For it is the denizens of Daggerford who shall bring down this evil! And when we do, they'll sing the name of Daggerford through the whole of history!"

He smiles then turns to follow the regal man.
 

Scylaxu

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At the sound of the loud knock, Willan jolted up in bed. "Bah! Swine swallop!" As hard as he tried he couldn't get the morning jump on that old man. Oceanore had a knack for making Willan feel like he was a step behind. It irritated Willan that a privileged uppity scholar of Oceanore's years could make him look like such a slacker. What's worse, Charles could tell and drew no small pleasure from sticking it to Willan every chance he got. Willan couldn't deny the man's work ethic and despite Oceanore's lofty heritage, had a begrudging respect for him.

Despite the rude awakening, Willan put all of that out of his head as a genuine smile spread across his face. It felt so good to be out of Waterdeep and back to work. There was nothing to do while the higher went to their boring meetings. There was only so much drinking, eating, relaxing and eating to be done before he was just sick of it all. Besides, the city made his skin itch. He was a long way from home but still, he'd rather be on the road.

Willan enthusiastically put on his clothes, grabbed his pack and zipped down the stairs to join that smirking prodder, Charles. The coffee sure smelled good.
 

Locke9558

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Daggerford Market

As Davavor and Shae approach the posted notice the regal man and his lanky companion carry on down the street, probably to post more notices around town. The passerby that Shae had prodded shrugs, and says "I dunno. I don't know any more than you do. Go read the bill I guess." The handwritten bill that was attached to the board glistens welcomingly to them. They're able to approach and read its contents easily enough.

Werewolves! Many families are mourning the loss of loved ones due to a pack of these wild beasts attacking traveling merchant caravans. It would seem that they're killing all adults they find, and running off with any children they can get their hands on. Needless to say, the Lord's Alliance can not sit idly by while this evil continues. Anyone who is able to bring back the head of the pack leader shall be rewarded handsomely. If any children are still alive, you shall also be rewarded for any you are able to rescue. These beasts are savage and terrible. Only the brave should set out on this most noble of quests.


The crowd in the area parts after reading the bill, most commenting idly about how someone really ought to do something. Davavor and Shae are left alone looking at the bill after a moment, it being clear they are the only two seriously considering taking up the Lord's Alliance on their offer. Shae notices that Corax is pulling toward the handbill slightly, clearly quite taken with its gilded edges.

In the Vistani Camp

Vadoma smiles at him wistfully, "Ahh, it is no wonder you found yourself amongst the Vistani. Kindred spirits you and we. Not quite at home in any of these big cities." She pulls out another card and gives it a scrutinizing glance without quite seeming to look at it directly. It has an image on it of a misty castle.
"Though it would seem your destiny lies in Daggerford today Aelar. Some need there beckons you. Do not fear. We shall meet again. If you should find yourself lost, seek out the Vistani in Barovia. Madame Eva shall be able to guide and direct you."

In the Happy Cow Tavern

Willan exits his room and makes his way to the common area. Oceanore is sitting happily at a table with a flask of coffee in front of him. "Nice to see you up and about Willan! I don't know what plans you have today, but there's been some ruckus at the main square out there. Apparently, some big to-do about a quest the Lord's Alliance has posted. We're planning on hanging out here for a while in Daggerford may be worth checking out to see if it's something worth pursuing. Don't worry about us, we're just gonna set up shop here for a while. Though make sure to grab some of the coffee before doing anything else. It's mighty fine stuff."
 

Scylaxu

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Willan suspiciously reached out to take a cup of steaming hot coffee and eyed the wily old man, "Yes... umm.. well, ah, that's a bit disappointing that we'll be delayed longer. I was hoping to get on the road and back to work but ah... if, that is, if you say there's <ahem> work about, I wouldn't want to be cooped up here so I might as well go see if there's a little coin to be made on the side." The old man simply looked at Willan with a kind, smiling nod.

Willan sipped the steaming hot coffee hoping Oceanore would say something instead of just looking at him with that infuriating smile. "Well... I guess I'd better get to it"

Oceanore nodded in agreement, "Yessir, no time like the present my boy".

Grabbing his pack, he gestured to the inkeep, "Can I have one of those biscuits for a walking breakfast?". Walking out of the inn, Willan wondered at how the old man managed to get the better of him again. Biting into the plain biscuit, he set his mind to looking for the posting. A light breakfast would do him well if there was a solid day's work ahead of him. Now, if only he had something to wash it down. "Bah, hogs swallow! I left a perfectly good mug of coffee back there."

Before long he saw a pair of tall individuals standing in front of a freshly posted bill with a few others shaking theirs heads, grumbling and walking off. Willan pushed his way between the tall strangers and peered up at the board. "Well, what's this all about?"

Quickly scanning the posting, he was a bit taken aback. He was expecting work but not soldier's work.

He glanced to his left and right. The man to his left was dressed like a sailor and seemed to have the physique to match. He might do well, though he hoped he didn't plan on lulling the beasts to sleep with that instrument. The woman to his right was clearly studying the posting too.

This wasn't the kind of work he was accustomed to but he'd learned to handle himself over many expeditions and seen his fair share of wild beasts and strange creatures. If these two were up for a hunt, he could too. "Well? Are you two thinking about taking this on?"

Looking around at the rest of the crowd walking away from the posting, "Is this the best Daggerford can muster to hunt these beasts?"
 

actualhermit

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Shae jumped at the voice behind her, cursing herself for not paying more attention to her surroundings. She glanced behind her, getting a good look at the small halfling and larger half-elf for the first time. They don't look suspicious. She thought, And Corax hasn't warned me about anything. Besides, they're probably after the same thing I am. Shae shrugged at the halfling, "It seems like good work, saving kids, reuniting families an' all. Hopefully they don't reject me on sight." Shae jokingly gestures up and down her body. She's skinny, almost twig like, and far paler than most people who would be after mercenary work. The one odd thing about her is her shadow, which seems to occasionally move on its own accord. "But I know how ta use a blade, and tha's all that matters. And unless either of ya need a tinker, it's the only work I can really find. What about you lot, ya also interested?"
 

Hawk13

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Aelar glances at the card that Vadoma drew. He surely couldn't read the card, but he trusted her. He had been traveling with the Vistani for several weeks and enjoyed their company. They cherished the wilderness, as did he, and they knew how to take care of themselves. They weren't hopeless. They were tough.

Aelar looks around at the camp and waves goodbye to the others as he makes his way to the fort. Aelar walks down the Delimbyr River toward the bridge. The small bridge that crossed the river was about 100 ft. long. It was made of wood and old cobblestone that was most likely found in the nearby quarry. It creaked as he walked it. It was no vine-wrapped bridge that he was used to back in Foxhole Wood, but it would suffice.

Aelar makes his way silently to the gate of Daggerford, hiding behind tree after tree, trying to keep a low-profile. You never know what these civilized folk will do. All of their money, their riches, makes them mad. At last, he makes his way through the gate and his disgust grows. People litter the street like ants on a log. Buildings so tightly packed that you would have a hard time finding wet ground in a rainstorm. It was as bad as he imagined.

Aelar had overheard some commotion going on and he crept forward to investigate. Some of the people he passed gave him strange looks, obviously, they had never seen moss-laden leather armor before. He notices three beings talking, presumably about a newly posted bill and overhears them talking about slaying werewolves. This was intriguing. Werewolves are a disgrace to natural-born wilderness creatures. They weren't part of the normal flora and fauna that the forests had to offer. They were fake. Knockoffs. Magic-created creatures. This was a desecration of the wilderness. Not only were werewolves considered a false creature by his people, but they also created an imbalance in the ecosystems of the forests. The werewolves ate everything and anything they can. They became the top predators in the wild. This would greatly affect the food supply for the natural creatures that had the right to be there.

"Hey", Aelar says to the group while pointing his longbow. "If you are going after werewolves, do you mind if I partake?"
 

EyeOfSkadi

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Davavor glances down superciliously at the lithe woman, "You think you're up for a task such as this? Hunting werewolves isn't for..." he pauses a moment to take in her appearance. Not much of a tan on her. "This line of business isn't well suited for a tinkerer." The half-elf scoffs, "Clocks! Can you imagine? What a novelty. Who needs a clock when you've got the sun and the moon to tell the time?"

He turns to the halfling, looking down with a satisfied look, "Sir, halfling!" he extends his hand out to greet him, "I'd be happy to have you along. Y'all are the lucky ones, after all!" He notices an elf approach, "You have experience with hunting werewolves?"

He reads over the notice once more, "No mention of where to begin the search." he thinks a moment then muses, "Suppose the Lord's Alliance will loan as a set of silvered weapons? They've got deep pockets, after all."
 
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actualhermit

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Shae's grin vanished as she raised an eyebrow at the half-elf, and crossed her arms. She's usually the first to joke about how unsuited she seems, but this half-elf had the gall to insult an entire trade as well."I know it's not something everyone needs, but I'd appreciate it if ya didn't insult my livelihood. And like I said, I know how ta use a blade, it doesn't matter what I look like."

She glanced back at the posting, and hummed slightly, "The fancy man went inside the guild hall, maybe they want ta meet us there? Who knows what supplies they'll give us, if any."

Shae only then seems to be aware of the elf that joined them, and she jumps slightly. "Gods! Sorry, I don't know why it took so long to register you there. I don't have any complaints about ya joining, how 'bout the rest of ya?" She pauses and cocls her head to the side a bit, "What's everyone's name, while we're here. Ya can call me Shae."
 

Hawk13

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Aelar looks around at the group. "My name is Aelar. I find werewolves a desecration to the natural world and all of the creatures that reside in it. I wish to kill as many as possible" Aelar wasn't so much worried about the werewolves terrorizing the town and taking the children, but he was disgusted with werewolves. They weren't really wild creatures. They were phony.
 

Locke9558

Locke
Daggerford Market:

Some additional fine print on the notice seems to answer Shae's question -

"Any adventurers seeking additional information should seek out Eravien Haund in the Guild Hall."

Having now gone through some rudimentary introductions and given each other your names, your group heads toward the guildhall. As you approach the large brick building you find yourself somewhat in awe at its size. The Lord's Alliance must be doing very well here. Going in you're able to locate Eravien fairly quickly. You recognize him as the regal man from earlier. He sizes up your group as you enter, and it's unclear whether he's impressed or not. One thing is for sure, he's really enjoying the ale he has in front of him.

"You've been asking after me I hear. Name is Eravien Haund. I'm one of the liaisons for the Alliance in these parts. Only reason I can think of that a group like you would be approaching me is concerning the bill I posted in the market earlier. You here to help us with our werewolf problem?"

He takes a swig of ale. His face is flushed with the look of someone who has maybe been drinking a little too much. A well-crafted sword hangs at his belt that you hadn't noticed before. It doesn't seem like its gotten much use. Shae would notice Corax pulling toward it fairly aggressively, clearly very interested in the shiny thing on his waist.
 

EyeOfSkadi

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Davavor bows his head at Eravien, "Indeed, despite outward appearances, the half elf glances discreetly at the tinkerer, "we are up to the task of tracking down these abominations of evil. Though, as is common knowledge amoung all learned people, these creatures are weakened by silver. The purity of that precious metal cuts through their skin like a knife through butter for their innate evilness can not withstand such purity! Alas, we are without silvered weapons. Perhaps the Lord's Alliance might make a loan of a few daggers for the intrepid adventurers who would seek to put an end to such a villain? the bard asks with a charming smile.
 

Locke9558

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Eravien gives Davavor a discerning glance, "I think I've seen you before. One of the fishermen from the docks right? Looking to improve your lot in life? Well, should you prove successful here I shall see to it that you find more work with us." He stands from the desk he was at, and walks over to a nearby cabinet. Reaching in he pulls out a scroll. He then heads back to his desk and starts scribbling furiously on it. "You'll want to go find the silversmith, Lucan, hand him this and tell him that I sent you. He lost a son to these werewolves so he'll likely be eager to help you. He'll happily silver any weapons you currently own, and he may have a spare dagger or two on hand. Consider them a down payment for the work you're about to go do."

He seals the parchment and hands it to you. "I only have so much more information I can offer you. There camp is somewhere north of here. I think they have about a dozen members and are led by a man named Kiril. They're from some distant land called "Barovia" but I know frustratingly little about it. They apparently worship some newfangled deity called "Mother Night". I think they have some kind of portal that they use to come to and from this "Barovia" place, which is where they've also been taking the children they've captured."

He stands, both hands on the table, and he gives your group a serious look. "Look, the only reason we know what I just told you is cause we managed to capture one of them. It took me HOURS to break the damn beast and get the info I just told you. Thing was half feral with pain at the end and mercy demanded I put it out of its misery. Some of my best men died to get you the info you now have. Don't make the mistake of underestimating these creatures. They're deadly and clever. Though if you're cautious and intelligent you may have a chance of coming out on top."

He leans back,
"Anything else? If not, you are free to depart for Lucan's. Don't return until you have Kiril's head in a bag. No more children shall be lost to these sick predators."
 

EyeOfSkadi

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Davavor accepts the scroll with a gracious bow, "We will return with the beasts head! You have my word." The half-elf turns to his companions, "Shall we?" and marches out of the Guild Hall eager to speak with Lucan.

The head of a werewolf! That's far more glorious than fighting for some lord or another. he thinks musing on different tunes that might suit such an epic adventure.
 

Scylaxu

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A little apprehensive about this job at first, Willan found himself swept up in the business of preparing for the work ahead: physically and mentally. Apparently the monsters to be hunted were werewolves. He didn't want to let on, but he was a little frightened. This was much more than he originally anticipated but also felt drawn to stay with this group. Hopefully Oceanore and the rest of his companions's business would hold them up long enough to complete this work. He would dearly love to come back with a story of a job well done, a bit of coin and possibly a written thanks from the Lord's Alliance. The bragging rights would be ever so sweet.

He was excited to get some of his weapons silvered. That would certainly be useful. Perhaps a dagger and a few bolts?

Following Davavor's lead, Willan broke into a swift pace towards Lucan's. "Agreed, let's get what we can from Lucan and get on the hunt."
 

actualhermit

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Corax pulling towards the lord's sword didn't go unnoticed, and Shae gave him a quick glare. "Stop that," She mumbled, hopefully quiet enough the others won't hear her, "This is exactly the kind of job ya want, you'll get us kicked out if ya cause trouble like tha'"

Corax thankfully seemed to pull back after the warning, and Shae internally sighed with relief. She just got hired, it wouldn't do to antagonize her employer. Instead, she bowed deeply and gave the lord a small smile, "Ya can trust us, we'll do anything ta get those kids back. Even if it takes us ta Barovia, wherever that is"
 

Hawk13

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Aelar followed the others into the building. He listens to what Eravien has to say and smiles. "No worries," he says to the group and Eravien "I will find the camp. North is enough information for me."
Aelar watches the half-elf leave the guildhall and as the others turn to follow he stays behind. "I'll catch up."

He turns to Eravien and looks him up and down. He is a little suspicious of the man. He is a little suspicious of all civilized men. "Say, Eravian, I assume since you posted the flyer you have a bit of power around here. I am wondering about the state of the fort. Is everyone here satisfied with the...size of the fort? Are there plans to expand at all?" This was the first chance that Aelar got to try and find out about any civilization colonization into the wilderness. This is why he came west.

"Also, is there a general goods store around here that may have supplies for purchase?" Trading was something he was getting used to. Although his people survived in the wilderness they did a fair bit of trade with the surrounding villages. None of whom were highly populated, but they sometimes had supplies that were needed.
 

Locke9558

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Eravien gives Aelar a look with a raised eyebrow, "Wondering about if we're about to intrude into your precious forests eh? Dead giveaway with you literally having moss growing on your armor. To answer your question, the population of Daggerford has been fairly stable for a while. I can't imagine we'll do any major expansion anytime soon. So don't worry your pointy little ears about it. Your home will still be there when you get back from your job."

"As for a general goods store, there's one just down the road from Lucan that's ran by a feller named Hostan. He'll be able to sell you provisions and the like before you head out. Now get on with ya's. I've got other business to attend to 'sides helping some wet behind the ears adventurers figure out how to navigate town. Though I do wish you luck."

As your group leaves his office Eravien turns toward some other papers on his desk. You're shown out of the guild hall a moment later. You're able to find the silversmith, Lucan, easily enough. He takes the parchment put together by Eravien, and sighs. "Ahh, another group going after the werewolves eh? Second group been sent my way. Money is good, but can't say I like the reason I'm doing it. Hand me any weapons or munitions you want silvered, I can't silver more than maybe a couple dozen arrows for any of ya, but I'll happily silver a weapon or two each. Let me know what you want done. After that I 'spect you'll be on your way north like the last group. Do hurry, there's a foolish part of me that's hoping you'll be able to find my son. Though Moradin knows he's probably long been eaten. Rest his poor soul. At least confirmation would be a major blessing if you were able to deliver it."
 
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