The Dragon Of Icespire Peak

[DapperDogman]

Heron 14

The construct stood, silently observing as the giant and his companion joined the fray, bringing with them a semblance of normalcy in their conduct. It seemed the only level heads around here were this newcomer from the village and the visitors. The place must have been hit pretty hard for everyone to be so on edge. Heron might have pointed out how not one of them had green skin or scales, and so they couldn't be orcs or a dragon, but he knew better than to bother.

People are afraid, it's practically the default setting for humans. Fear is what motivates almost every decision humans make. They build bigger towns and taller walls, they forge better weapons, they befriend their neighbours. They make men like him to ward away the dark. All of it, out of fear. What kind of person could judge them for acting on the oldest instinct known to mankind? A fool, that's who. And while he may be simple, and prefer the direct approach, Heron 14 was no fool.

Following behind them as they moved, Heron remained silent, not having much to add to the discussion at hand. If they wanted to hire him, they could. If not, he'd just do the jobs for the sake of sharpening his talents. It wasn't like he needed food or a safe place to sleep, he could be penniless and survive just fine. But money made repairing his Decimator much easier.
Though right now there was an offer of free alcohol. As fun as it was, being an unnatural creation of wood and metal, it wasn't like Heron needed to drink, and even if he chose to, he couldn't get drunk.
So he places his cannon down next to the door, careful not to break anything with the heavy weapon as he takes a seat.

"Only one question. When do we start?"

Well, that was easy enough. Crossing his arms, he leans back into his chair, looking expectantly at Thorgen, the glassy lenses set into his head taking in the man's shape as Heron removes his pistol from its holster, his forearm opening as he removes a rag and some oil and begins to clean the barrel absently, not taking his eyes off Thorgen.

STATS
HP: 50
STR: 14 DEX: 20 CON: 18 INT: 11 WIS: 10 CHA: 8

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[BarrenThin2]

Zulgur Storm-Herald
HP 50/50
STR 20
DEX 8
CON 16
INT 10
WIS 16
CHA 12

Behind him, Zulgur heard Hope's frustration. Humans had certainly been the main cause of most of their troubles, if you were to break it down by race. The irony of disregarding humanity entirely based off the actions of their torturers and pursuers, who wanted to bring Hope in because of his race's exoticism and Zulgur in because of his prodigious size, wasn't lost on the Goliath. As such, he did his best to avoid it. No, everyone, regardless of race, was equally a potential threat that might have to die. The corners of Zulgur's mouth twitched at the macabre joke, even if he had only made it to himself.

Hope's description of elves and their connection to nature gave him pause, pulling him away from his thoughts, if only for an instant. Strange, fragile humans that live in trees and act like nobles. Only the nature part seemed to ring true with this one, and even that was just judging by the bird. If you went by accent alone, you'd think the woman came from one of the rougher parts they had been to on the Sword Coast. "Bizarre," The one word response was all he really had to say about it, at least while she was standing right there in front of them. He certainly didn't intend to seem meanspirited. Zulgur, honest to Talos, really didn't know.

Ahead, Thorgen's response primarily drew a frown at first. What he had said seemed to be an oxymoron, at least in Zulgur's view of the world. The townmaster, apparently named Harbin, was both a coward and a good man? That didn't seem right. Leading your people in peacetime was something, he supposed, but when conflict arose, was that not when one's position as leader was most important? For now, Zulgur kept these thoughts to himself, simply nodding. "I'll take your word for it." It was when the man continued that Zulgur rocked back on his heels in discomfort. The invitation on the notices was being extended to present company. Of course, they had been public notices for anyone to take, but that didn't exactly make him feel any better. His white eyes glanced at Hope under the hood of his cloak uneasily, though he nodded politely shortly thereafter. "... Very well. We shall drink and you shall answer questions. This is acceptable, human."

So, the heavily armored and armed Goliath followed along. At the Stonehill, he stooped down to pass through the human-sized doorway, though fortunately inside he had a foot or two of clearance, so he could stand up straight again. He pulled his hood back, exposing his slate grey skin to the warmth of the tavern's interior. When the card players looked at them quietly, he returned the look with a frown. 'What?' He almost seemed to say. Otherwise, Zulgur simply nodded to the staff, though he almost winced when the bartender shouted a greeting their way. Ah, well. It wasn't like all eyes hadn't shortly been on them anyways.

Slowly, Zulgur lowered himself into one of the chairs a the table, hesitating as it creaked and groaned in protest. Eventually, the wood settled, but he was less than optimistic about it being able to hold his weight too terribly long. Looking down still at Thorgen, he placed the notices on the table. "Well, my companion and I had primarily directional questions. The windmill is fairly specific and will probably be pretty easy to find regardless, but the others... less so." His stern, tight-jawed frown was matched by his tone. He clearly wasn't unfeeling or entirely humorless, but his inherent suspicion of pretty much everyone around him was very poorly hidden.

Off to his side at the table, the Elf woman started talking, addressing him. His mouth opened to speak, and then she kept talking. Again, the Goliath opened his mouth to talk, and again, she continued. It was a barrage of questions, most of them not even directed at him, like she barely had time to finish saying the one on her mind before another popped into her head. His pupilless eyes went wide, the Goliath's eyes cutting between May'falla and Hope. Eventually, she started to draw.

Zulgur gave it a few seconds to see if she was actually done talking before finally responding, answering her barrage the best he could. "Um... They're jobs left on the notice board at the town square, Elf." Once again, the Goliath glanced at Hope without turning his head. For now, he dodged the question about his name. "Yes, I am a Goliath." The question might have ordinarily been greeted with sarcasm, but for one thing, it did seem like a genuine question, and for another, he was too on the back foot to be clever. "Thorgen might correct me, if I'm wrong, but the job with the windmill certainly seems easiest. It doesn't even call for her returned, should she not want to, but I don't think it would be terribly difficult to overpower an old hermit if that is what the task calls for." That somewhat grim thought didn't particularly seem to bother him. "From the notices, the dragon is white, if that is significant, Elf. They do not mention age or who is reporting the sightings, however." Zulgur nodded in deference to to Thorgen.

The golem, who also hadn't yet shared its name, only spoke up to ask about when they were getting started on these jobs. Yet again, Zulgur's eyes moved to Hope. Committing to this would mean accepting these peoples' help, though it didn't necessarily mean they had to trust them. For now, Zulgur remained silent on that particular matter.

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[QizPizza]

Viscount Jean-Paul Pierre of Stellata
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A little more bickering from a man that thought a broom was an appropriate weapon was all Jean-Paul heard until a deep voice rang out from a towering man seeped with authority. Finally, a leader comes to address the situation! The viscount straightened himself, planted his cane into the dirt, and watched as the man stood between townsfolk and ratfolk. This was no politician, but out here, there was no use for politics as Jean-Paul knew it, mercenaries and those with physical power must have been the ones to lead… or at least command authority.

Whoever he was, he calmed the townsfolk down and apologized for the eagerness to defend...and the lack of skill they intended to use to do so. Jean-Paul would hardly call himself the greatest swordsman in his family, much less Stellata or the world, but even he could tell that the form of those wielding swords was all wrong. Chances were that the moment they struck their target, the blade would go flying out of their hands if they didn’t trip and fall on it beforehand. It was no wonder why he’d seen all the offers for mercenaries to come down to Phandalin; these people couldn’t protect themselves! “Ne t'inquiète pas, do not worry, monsieur, I understand. Ze last few weeks must not be kind to ze people.”

Now that things were settling down, several more interesting characters have presented themselves aside from the ratfolk and the Wood Elf, May’falla. There was the automaton with a wagon filled with weapons like he was going to war. Was a cannon truly necessary??? Well, with a dragon on their hands, Jean-Paul would have to think so. But aside from that, there was an armored goliath and his cloaked companion. If the man from earlier was a tower, then this goliath must be a mountain! Those two seemed on edge, especially the cloaked man. When Jean-Paul spotted the purple tail peeking out from under the cloak, it made sense. Tieflings, goliaths, and ratfolk were not within the realm of...generally acceptable races. It was truly a shame that these people on the edge of the wilderness are untrusting of those who are different from them.

With this little ragtag group assembled in one place, the warrior man introduced himself as Thorgen and gave an explanation of the situation at hand. The source of the people’s problems was the dragon, but the more immediate threat was the orcs. Uncivilized barbarians being driven from the mountains and into the valley that Phandalin resided was sure to bring bloodshed, or rather, a massacre, seeing how inept these townsfolk were at defending themselves. On top of that, the Townmaster, Harbin, had his hands full, so much so that he’d locked himself up, according to the goliath. Jean-Paul certainly respected an honest and moral man, but a leader unwilling to lead his people in the face of danger had no honor. The viscount had no resentment for this Townmaster, but he didn’t have a good opinion of him either.

Thorgen led the group to the inn the young viscount left his horse by as he told them that he and the townsfolk knew the situation and needed the help, though payment wasn’t much of an incentive in this situation. Jean-Paul let out a hearty laugh and reassured the man, “I know not of ze others’ motivation to help, but ze coin is not an issue. Aventure is what I am looking for, and you ‘ave no shortage!”

The young viscount entered the inn and was greeted by a terse atmosphere, with almost no words being spoken. The only sound came from the card players that were rowdy compared to the other patrons. How dreary! At least the reception was as warm as the fire that burned in the hearth. The sudden shout of the inn keep, a short man with a smile wide enough to bridge the opposite sides of a door frame, filled the room as he enthusiastically welcomed several new patrons.

They were guided to a large open table and served tankards ale as Thorgen opened himself to questions. The drinks served were no Cabernet Sauvignon aged in oak, but it was welcome to chase the thirst of a long day’s thirst away. Jean-Paul sipped at the watered-down alcohol as May’falla besieged Thorgen with questions. If he had known there would be this much information involved, he would’ve brought along his own notebook and pen. This wood elf reminded him of an over-enthusiastic student on a passion project, not unlike Jean-Paul when it came to adventure.

The second to ask a question was the automaton...and it appeared as if the cannon was not just for the dragon, but a regular part of its equipment. Not only that but the living machine was obsessed with his weaponry enough that it brought out its pistol and began cleaning it right then and there. Definitely not the epitome of table manners! As for the goliath, he was also all about business. These people certainly didn’t share Jean-Paul’s enthusiasm for the jobs ahead, but an adventure was an adventure, and plans were already being made to first escort an old lady back into town for safety. Start off slow, but that was perfectly fine with the viscount.

Many questions were already on the table, but there was one crucial piece of information that every lacks: information about each other. If they were all supposed to work towards the same goal, how are they going to be successful if they didn’t know each other’s names? “Madame et Messieurs, zees are very important, I am sure, but we forget introductions. We cannot work together if we do not even know each other’s names! I am Viscount Jean-Paul Pierre of Stellata, but you need not consider me royauté. I come for aventure and help ze good people.”

STATS
(Parentheses for Argent Cavalier's Stats)
HP: 50/50
STR: 8 (8)
DEX: 10 (20)
CON: 10 (10)
INT: 16 (8)
WIS: 16 (8)
CHA: 12 (8)

PERK CHOICES
Ability increase: DEX/WIS
Advantage: CHA
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[Lazaro1505]

Timmothy Wahnabe Jr.



HP:
50/50

Stats:
STR:
10
DEX:
16
CON:
12
WIS:
16
INT:
20
CHA:
8

Log Start:​

Timmothy was already starting to regret his decision of even going near this town in the first place, with every second, the situation seemed to be getting worse, and it didn’t help for a fact that a few well armed individuals had helped taken to the side of the Ratfolk, one having a small misunderstanding of the situation, and they would have been a great way to calm down an aggressive group... if the key word here being ‘well-armed’, because not only the Ratfolk was so called ‘attacking’ the town, but also had others that may turn their weaponry towards the town as well, as he began to silently curse the fact that people gave him aid, but in the worst way possible here.

Thankfully however, before a full on brawl between innocents here could have happened, a rather large and muscular individual had came through the crowd, having at least what he could tell, an actual brain and working thought process, as a few words from him had stopped the entire crowd from basically slicing and dicing Timmothy’s fur off his body..... then the individual started speaking about not seeing his species around here, to which Timmothy didn’t respond to in a bit, but after regaining his composure, and closing his eyes for a bit, his face seemed to have gain that of an look of seriousness and concentration, before looking at his ‘savior’ and saying “Our people generally try to stay away from any trouble.... living amongst ourselves in either tribes or in some cases, small towns.... so we are more on the neutral side of the spectrum, also, I understand your case. It’s probably due to the fact that these walls have been nearly destroyed on every side, and if it was an much older attack, the walls Would at the very least have some people trying to repair it, but considering that it’s still destroyed without any signs of construction, you may have gone through tough times as of recently....” The Ratfolk said, before looking around and taking note of all the ‘unique’ individuals around him, but some words about a dragon and orcs made him look in question at the muscular man, mostly at the dragon part, thinking to himself, ‘A Dragon... here? No wonder they are this Paranoid, even more so than the average Ratfolk....’ and that’s when he knew, that this would probably require a group of highly trained individuals in order to combat this problem.... but being possibly the only best ones around in these parts, it was their chance of helping combat this problem.

Of course, the mentioning of coin had caught the attention of the Ratfolk, this probably being a chance for him for another way to support his family back at home, except it was mostly adventure that brought them there, which caused the Ratfolk to think about it a bit, but at least in the end, it was still helping a group of people who were vulnerable, but Timmothy wasn’t entering sure if he can take it on by himself, but the others can be good allies as well. Still, he followed the man to the two story building much further inside the town, which seemed to be inn of this town to be exact, entering the place, it being quite empty and quiet, but not much happens out here in the town other than what has happened as of recently, but it was actually what the Ratfolk had needed to calm himself down more and keep up this facade of his, but he wasn’t sure he could keep it the entire time, after all, he pretty much became his shy self once more when put into the main focus of things for h to the town. He walked near the table that the others were staying at, before taking off the crossbow on his back, before putting it on the table in front of the seat he will be sitting down upon, before saying “I do hope that you don’t mind me placing my weapon upon the table... sitting down with an weapon on your back would prove to be greatly uncomfortable for someone sitting down, especially one as big as this....” as he finally took his seat, before beginning to fiddle around with his crossbow, the engravings on the wood and metal all but practically in full view to anyone else interested in it.

But he did take note of the conversations going around the table, introducing each other in order to get to know each other better, and Timmothy thought to give it a shot as well lol, doing a small ‘ahem’ before saying “My name is Timmothy Wahnabe Jr., I come from a far away town that not many outsiders know of.... middle child of the family, and having been here on the planet for exactly 23 years, 8 months, and give or take a few days..... I am an Alchemist who has went on a journey around the known lands to create many different kinds of chemicals to aid my research and gain funding to help my town and family, but as of now, this town shows that these people require our help to combat against a threat they cannot handle, but we are sure that heading immediately to the dragon without any information would be a death wish, so some help and aid will be needed, as well as doing other tasks while preparing as well.... this could help improve our chances of success, still, any other offers on the table on how we can handle this problem...” Timmothy finished with, looking around the table as he finally stops messing around with his crossbow, but stopping when his gaze meets that of an notebook that the elf had with them, which appeared to be some sort of drawing of himself.... to which made him rose a brow in question but decided to let that to considering he needed to remain professional here for the most part......
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[Ellya]

The large group of people in the tavern certainly seemed to be sight the people here hadn't seen in months, at least not with this variety of races. Aside from some curious stares though, they were left alone. Maybe the people here weren't inherently racist, just overly cautious against creatures that looked different, if that was any better at all.

As the party entered and found their seats, the barkeep was busy filling up a large jug with ale. When witnessing the Goliath entering as well, he pulled out another jug and filled it too. By the time everyone had found a seat, the human approached, placing both jugs on the table as the two barmaids followed with seven tankards, spreading them across the table as well.

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BarrenThin2
While Zulgur sat down, one of the humans over at the card playing table called out to him. "Oi you. Big one. Get up." His tone was dry and hard to read, and the human just stared at the Goliath for a second until their eyes met. Then, his arm extended and he pointed over to the adjacent room, where one of the barmaids was just stepping out, dragging a large chair behind her. The solid oaken legs of the chair scraped across the floor, and the wood looked thick and sturdy as she brought it to Zulgur. The human at the card table continued "You won't break that one. If you do, you'll be having words with Big Daniel. It's his chair."

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Thorgen sat quietly and listened, nodding to show that he was in fact still paying attention. Nevertheless, he raised his eyebrows a bit at the actual barrage of questions. When she started to sketch in her notebook, the tall human gave a quick chuckle. "Oh, the enthusiasm of youth... Hold on to that, miss, but don't let it get you killed or worse." Thorgen didn't have to do much explaining as Zulgur seemed to already fill everyone in on some of the details on the noticeboard. He simply nodded in affirmation.

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The man gave a curious look at Jean-Paul. It was a strange sight to see one so noble in a town like this, but he seemed to have a genuine interest in adventure. "Well, friend, we are glad to have you here then. Something tells me the coming days will be an adventure you won't soon forget." Thorgen filled his own tankard using one of the jugs on the table now and took a few sips. "It is true, I do suggest you get to know each other. While it would be faster to split up and tackle these jobs one by one, it may be safer to travel as a group. Then again, some jobs do have some urgency to them..."

Lazaro1505
"An alchemist, then?" Thorgen responded to Timmothy. "You continue to surprise me with your unique qualities..." He gave a nod again when the crossbow was placed on the table. "It's no problem, long as it doesn't see any use in here..." His voice didn't carry any kind of blame or disgust toward the Ratfolk, he simply seemed cautious around this large group of nonhumans that he only met five minutes ago.

DapperDogman
"That goes for you as well, ... metal man." Thorgen gave a stern look at Heron 14 and glanced over at his weapon. "We can start right away." he then added in a more casual tone.

Thorgen then waited as the rest of the party introduced themselves.

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"Very well" he then picked up again. "These jobs..." He sat up straight a little bit more, taking one more drink from his tankard. "The noticeboard's usually quite empty. With the dragon appearing though, there's plenty to be done, and we can't spare any of our capable men, so we're forced to turn to mercenaries and other... kind souls." He gave a meaningful look around the table, then reached out and grabbed the notices, also pulling a large rolled up scroll out of his side pouch and unrolling it on top of the table, pushing a few tankards aside. It was a map of the surrounding area, and he pointed to the relevant locations as he spoke.

(He wasn't very good at drawing though, it looked like it was just quickly put together in Paint)​

"Shortly after we settled here, a band of our dwarven companions went exploring further and found and old Dwarven Excavation site. They decided to stay there and try to find anything useful or interesting. We did keep in touch once in a while, but with Orc traveling around the area, we cannot send our usual messengers. They need to be notified of the dragon attack so they can at least protect themselves. I feel they're plenty capable of taking care of themselves in there, it's essentially just a large cave, but chances are they haven't even heard of the dragon yet. Dwarves are like that."

He then pulled up the second notice. "There's a bunch of rock gnomes living in what they call Gnomengarde, some caves in the mountains. They've been here since before we arrived. We've sent a party to meet with them before, and they seemed nice enough. Apparently they have a talent for magical items and inventions. I think Townmaster Wester simply wants to see if they'd like to offer anything to help out with this dragon threat."

While pulling out the third notice, he gave a look at Timmothy. "This one might interest you most, rat. Adabra chose to live on Umbrage Hill in a windmill a few miles of here, and she's sort of our local alchemist. Probably not as skilled as you are, mind you, but she supplies us with our basic potions. However, it's not safe for her there at the moment, and we need to get her back to the safety of the town."

He then sat back in his chair and looked at the map. "That's about it so far. More jobs will probably come in the following days, though. If you do not have a map, you can purchase one from Barthen a bit up the road from here, I do need this one for myself..."

TLDR

Zulgur was offered a bigger chair to sit on.
You're all given a tankard, and two jugs full of ale sit on the table.
Thorgen gives more information on each job and draws the locations on a large map of his.

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[dr xenon]

STR: 9 (-1)
DEX: 16 (+3)
CON: 15 (+2)
INT: 20 (+5)
WIS: 12 (+1)
CHA: 10 (+0)
HP: 50

After listening to the information bandied about the table May'falla starts flipping through her notebook to see if it's the one with some of her Nature studies notes on the lairs of White Dragons.

OOC: Nature Check = +5 for INT, Prof bonus too?
18, 20 with Prof

 

[Ellya]

OOC: Nature Check = +5 for INT, Prof bonus too?

(I'm not counting any proficiencies or separate ability stats, only the six general ones, that's why I'm giving everyone advantage on one full stat instead. Since you did take advantage on INT checks, you can roll this one twice, and your +5 )

 

[BarrenThin2]

Zulgur Storm-Herald
HP 50/50
STR 20
DEX 8
CON 16
INT 10
WIS 16
CHA 12

The man of noble bearing was the first to chime in after Zulgur's explanation. Again, his white eyes watched Pierre with barely hidden distrust. The man's introduction as actual nobility did little to assuage that, but at least it did cast more doubt on the slave hunter idea. When it came to him again calling for introductions, Zulgur shifted his weight uncomfortably in his chair, only stopping when the chair groaned again. Was it worth telling these people who he was? The Goliath wasn't entirely certain either way. If they were going to work together, they would need to call him something, and he had no interest in deception. "I am Zulgur," Came his simple introduction. No one asked what he did. Just who he was.

Elsewhere at the table, another member of present company decided to go off on a tangent. Zulgur did his best to follow along with Timmothy. His wording was so analytical and fact-focused that it almost made Zulgur's eyes cross once or twice. Who measured their age like that? The ratfolk fiddled with his crossbow while he spoke, glancing around the room almost nervously. It reminded the Goliath of actual rats he had seen. Fitting, he supposed. It wouldn't exactly be correct to say Zulgur felt a kindred spirit within Timmothy, but the plight of being a non-human in a human's world was certainly one he and Hope could relate to. Still, the cowardice of being unwilling to face the dragon irked the Talos cleric.

The giant's thoughts were interrupted by their drinks being brought out. Admittedly, even as much as he didn't really want to be here, it was a welcome sight. Scooping up his mug, which was really more of a smaller cup in his oversized, gauntleted hand, Zulgur downed the entire drink in one pass. Promptly, he started to fill the mug yet again with a satisfied sigh. Unfortunately, his enjoyment was shortlived, as a voice called to him from across the room, telling him to stand up. For a moment, the Goliath didn't turn around, only rising to his feet when no more noise followed. Turning around, Zulgur fully expected someone to start something.

His eyes settled on one of the card players, who made eye contact with him fairly steadily. Who was this? A local? Was he actually going to start something here, with Zulgur's allies right there? Fortunately, no, that was not his intention. In fact, it seemed the man was trying to be helpful, which almost made the Goliath's suspicious look actually deepen further. A barmaid across the room was dragging a very large, heavy chair with some difficulty over to him. After some consideration, he moved over, scooping the chair up. Looking down at the woman, Zulgur nodded curtly. "I will move it. Thank you for your help, kind human." Looking back to the man at the table, Zulgur nodded once more. "I would like to meet this 'Big Daniel.' He must be a mighty warrior."

Sitting back down, this chair was more adequately able to support him, even with the more than six hundred pounds after gear placed on it. At least that meant he wouldn't be collapsing to the floor any time soon. He finished another drink, and a third, while Thorgen described their options. After some thought, he reluctantly added, "With all the dangers in the area, splitting up seems like a very poor idea. Numbers might mean the difference between getting mauled by a group of orcs or not." As much as Zulgur didn't like it, it was true. Besides, it wasn't like working with these people was inherently handing them their lives. They could still watch them all closely. "It does seem the Mill should probably be first. It's both closest and the least complicated. I didn't realize how close it was to town until you showed us."

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[Ellya]

STR: 9 (-1)
DEX: 16 (+3)
CON: 15 (+2)
INT: 20 (+5)
WIS: 12 (+1)
CHA: 10 (+0)
HP: 50

After listening to the information bandied about the table May'falla starts flipping through her notebook to see if it's the one with some of her Nature studies notes on the lairs of White Dragons.

OOC: Nature Check = +5 for INT, Prof bonus too?
18, 20 with Prof

Looking through her notes, May'falla did find a section on white dragons. Information written down from books or accounts from other sources, trustworthy or not. She knew that white dragons were in fact of the ice variety and preferred to nest in cold, high environments. They would occasionally make their home on top of mountains or even make their own cave system by using their icy breath and creating large caverns of solid ice within mountains of snow. Her notes varied though, some accounts even mentioning dragons living in forests or not-so-snowy mountains.

 

[Ellya]

The human woman that was carrying the chair gave a polite nod and a bow. "Thank you, sir. Please, enjoy your drinks..." She said with a professional smile, then turning around and getting back to tending to the other patrons.

"I would like to meet this 'Big Daniel.' He must be a mighty warrior."

"Hah!" Another card playing human at the other table shouted out. "Mighty, he is. True Goliath, such as yourself! You'll find the big fucker just at the end of the Miner's Trail south, big house to the right."

Thorgen nodded after Zulgur's suggestions. "Certainly would lift spirits to hear of her safe return. Harbin will pay upon word of her safety." He took another sip or two from his tankard. "I don't mean to keep any of you. If you have any more questions, please go ahead. If not, feel free to explore the rest of town before you head off"

 

[dr xenon]

STR: 9 (-1)
DEX: 16 (+3)
CON: 15 (+2)
INT: 20 (+5)
WIS: 12 (+1)
CHA: 10 (+0)
HP: 50

"Roight," replies May'falla, "and Gnomengarde and the Dwarven site are closer to the mountains - so like as not - closer to our White dragon's lair. Want to make sure we're ready for that when we go there - if we go there - shouldn't get too far ahead I dare say on all this 'we' business when you still haven't shared your name, Goliath."

She flashes him a smile, "Not that it matters to me if you want me to call you 'Goliath' like you been referring to everyone by their race, I'm fine with that. Still and all I'd appreciate it if you would call me by my name, which is May'falla, if you need to hear it again. I've been hearing it - my name, which is May'falla, for over a century now and have grown rather used to responding to it, you might say. Though I suppose it would be rather odd for a bunch of Elves to call each other 'elf' all the time - would lead to a great deal of miscommunication I'd wager."

"Roight," she says slamming her notebook shut and standing up. "If we're to be about it - which is seems we are until fings prove otherwise - I'm happy to go fetch a map from the Provisioners. How long do the rest of you need to prepare? I've got my spellbook - trained Wizard, by the way - just thought I'd mention that - raised by Druids so I'm intensely interested in nature and animals - had a few notes about White Dragons in here," she said indicating her notebook, "moight be useful ones at that. And all me other gear is roight about my person. Though I wouldn't mind seeing if there's a rapier I could get me hands on - also training as a Bladesinger - should be able to use a rapier soon enough - Puma style."

She looks about the table, "Anyone else for the Provisioners?"

 

[Celestial Speck]

Ellya | BarrenThin2 | DapperDogman | dr xenon | Lazaro1505 | QizPizza
​

When they inevitably had to enter the bar to discuss with the human man about the situation of the town and the requests they could take for its citizens, Hope, for half a second, hesitated to go in. He wasn't sure of the reaction people might have of his kind, if some drunken man or group would try and bother him or his companions, or him just slipping up and saying something he didn't wish to. But eventually, Hope took on a long sigh, his eyes closing for the briefest moment- before he nodded to himself, and followed in after his goliath companion. He just wishes trouble doesn't go their way right now.

Eventually, Hope sat down alongside everyone else, right next to Zulgur for no particular reason aside from the fact he was his companion. The Tiefling for a second stared, however, as another human told the goliath to get up, letting the silence and the mood settle in between them both, as he readied himself to get up and place himself between Zulgur and the man in case he tried to say or do something. But- that never happened, as before Hope knew, the human went away for a second, before soon coming back with an...Almost comically large chair- and before he knew it, the man and Zulgur started to compliment one another with a type of respect he didn't...Well, expect.

...The Tiefling, of course, took mental notes of what was being said to him and his companions- and hell, even possible 'party' of sorts. Much like with him and Zulgur, it wasn't common for warriors in these realms to team up for one reason or the other. Be those temporary, or long-lasting. A part of Hope wasn't...Sure whether or not he entirely trusted these people. Zulgur would know that Hope did talk about more companions in the past, but it was always spoken in a way that suggested he wanted to trust these people first due to his...Personal objectives. He was willing to work along with others for their own reasons, but this seemed...Sudden.

Were these people really going to be teaming up with him...?

...

​

Hope took a long, long breath before his hands slowly reached towards his hoodie. For a moment, they simply held there, at the edges of it. A weight inside his chest started to form, his mind starting to tell of possible scenarios. People screaming in fear, people looking at him weirdly, or others looking at him with disgust. His mind told him it was dumb, they'd already had seen his tail and could guess, but whether he liked or not, these people could not take kindly to him. It was a risk. It was a hope they didn't turn on him. But with a lot of mental effort that didn't show itself in his body, Hope slowly pulled back his hoodie.

His skin was a deep, white purple. Pupiless eyes now dancing together with his fair skin, without any light or color to them despite it looking like they were shining before- and equally white and ghastly hair. His skin was hardened by the years- yet still remained young. Small scars on places like his lips and cheeks were in certain spots of his face, showing that the years weren't kind to him. Small horns sprouted from the top of his head, leaning back in a gentle manner. He was handsome to Tiefling standards- but for other races? Perhaps he was scary, perhaps he was ugly, who knows, Hope already knew that he had to expect these things from others.

"...I'm...Hope." Tiefling's named themselves after emotions or feelings- at least, that was the way it was in the past. "...Hope Lupingus. I'm companions with the Goliath. If I may ask...What sort of dangers are we to expect in the area?"

 

[BarrenThin2]

Zulgur Storm-Herald
HP 50/50
STR 20
DEX 8
CON 16
INT 10
WIS 16
CHA 12

Zulgur nodded in response to Thorgen and the men playing cards. Perhaps 'Big Daniel' could be of some use, at the very least to defending the town if he wasn't already. The Goliath seemed to stew on the information for a minute or two before shaking his head. "No, I do not have any further questions. I would meet Big Daniel before we leave, however." Before he could stand up, Hope removed his hood and introduced himself as Zulgur's companion. It was a peculiar sight, to be sure, and the Tiefling even gave his full name.

The same questions about Tieflings Zulgur always had but thought better of asking popped back up, as they often did when seeing Hope's exposed face. Was he directly related to a fiend? Were they a demon or devil, if so? Were Tieflings themselves fiends? Zulgur felt a more direct, if tenuous connection with demons than their more orderly counterpart; many of Talos's servants were demonic in nature, drawn to the Storm Lord's call for indiscriminate destruction. The holy symbol pressed against the hidden skin of his chest felt very heavy for a moment as he recalled what company he kept. It was probably best these people didn't know who he was in his entirety for as long as possible, even if he wasn't exactly a willing or devoted follower. For now, he turned his attention back to the conversation. "A good question. Is there anything we should expect beyond orcs and a dragon?"

Now, Zulgur intended to let the others collect this information, so he could move on to other parts of the town, but again before he could rise, May'falla addressed him. It was another barrage of information, this time actually pretty much all meant at least in part for the Goliath. "But I already gave my..." She kept going, without skipping a beat. The deluge was difficult to follow, but he did his best. Zulgur almost felt winded by the time she was done. He actually almost had a bit of a sheepish look to him. Zulgur hadn't meant any offense by referring to them in this way, or intended to be impolite. How long had he been stepping on peoples' toes with something so silly and frivolous without someone saying something about it?

"I apologize, el... May'falla. As I said before, I am Zulgur. You may call me Goliath, if you wish. I do not mind either way." The Goliath stood up, shifting his weight like a child that was just reprimanded. "As Hope said a moment ago, we are traveling companions. I am a Cleric by trade." There. Hopefully that would be enough information for them to understand his capabilities without furthering prying. Unlike Hope, who had traveled with others in the past, this was more or less the longest he had talked to anyone aside from the Tiefling or members of the church in his entire life. Frankly, he almost felt a little lost.

"I could accompany you to the shop, but I would like to go meet Big Daniel first, as he could prove useful to us. Any of you are welcome to join me if you wish." Zulgur was sure to make eye contact with Hope to let the Tiefling know he wouldn't be far, if the man needed help. With that, he turned and started in the direction the men gave him, as it sounded relatively nearby. Of course, he wouldn't be entirely averse to conversation on the walk.


Celestial Speck DapperDogman dr xenon QizPizza Ellya Lazaro1505​

 

[Lazaro1505]

Timmothy Wahnabe Jr.​

HP:
50/50

Stats:
STR:
10
DEX:
16
CON:
12
WIS:
16
INT:
20
CHA:
8

Log Start:​

Not long after making his case, the details of available missions were spoken out, and seemingly from what Timmothy can tell, there was an possibly unaware Dwarven Excavation, a group of possibly useful Rock Gnomes, and an another lesser trained alchemist in a nearby windmill. Timmothy knew which one to head for first, the possibly easiest one being the Alchemist mission, being that of an escort mission to bring the alchemist back to the safety of the town.... but he couldn’t help but notice in the lack of quality of the map, being quickly drawn in a hurry perhaps. Also the sound of mugs being dropped off onto the table caught his attention as well, seemingly for him as well as the others, but Timmothy hasn’t drank anything alcohol this strong other than some good quality Red Wine on his travels, and he wasn’t sure he couldn’t handle something like this, especially since he needed to keep as much as an professional aura here, so he slowly pushed his drink to the middle of the table and said “Not used to the taste of alcohol, and I need to remain sober during this time... so it’s up for grabs on who wants it....” as he continued listening to conversations across the room, and being very confused at what the elf said and trying his best to understand that very confusing accent she had.

But all he did was sigh, but he did want to have another word in before departure, as he said “Windmill seems like something we need to get out of the way first, but another one we may need to go after is the Dwarven crew, for they seem to be in the most danger, and if we keep stalling for the most part, they may be wounded or even few dead by the time we get there, the magical items and weaponry might have to wait, but unless some sort of unexpected attack happens over there while we are gone, our main priority after the escort mission from the windmill is to check up on those miners.... but as of now, I’m willing to go to the shop, after all, it was my main reason for entering this town, which is to restock my used up supply and possibly clean a few tools as well......” as he got off his seat, also grabbing his crossbow in the process and slinging it over his shoulders, making sure it wasn’t gonna be accidentally dropped in a mistake.

Starting to head for the door, he stopped about midway through and looked at Thorgen , before saying once more “Um, where may the shop lay, and what time of the day should we be expected to repoint back at Mr. Thorgen...?” As he questioned the man a bit more.... wanting to know how much time he had before being sent with the others to the windmill.

Ellya @ To Whomst’dve it may concern

 

[QizPizza]

Viscount Jean-Paul Pierre of Stellata
Link to CS
Ellya Lazaro1505 dr xenon BarrenThin2 Celestial Speck DapperDogman​

Introductions were well on their way! There was of course the axeman of Thandalin, Thorgen, but the others were still unknowns for the most part. The first to take up Jean-Paul’s offer was the ratfolk with an affinity for lengthy speeches. Timmothy Wahnabe Jr. was an alchemist with the goal of expanding his research and earning for his family. While the viscount couldn’t emphasize, the love of the sciences was something the two shared. “Anothair scholar? Quelle chance! I zought I was ze only one! Men of ze sciences are meant to congreget...dough I doubt now is ze best time to share our research.”

Zulgar the goliath was a man of few words, and the viscount couldn’t help but feel that his gaze was distrustful. Steely gazes were not uncommon, but they still stung like the cold winter air. A reminder of both a mistake and the first step towards liberation. Jean-Paul knew that the most likely reason for the stare was that he was a noble, an unwelcome and oppressive figure in the eyes of great swaths of people. It was natural for people to hate others, but the viscount only wished that by the end of this adventure, he will have earned the respect and the story of this man.

Following the goliath as a close companion was the cloaked man, Hope Lupingus, a young tiefling man with lavender skin and platinum hair, an albino. Jean-Paul had never seen a tiefling like this before, and he was enamored by the science that must have allowed this to happen. If the theory of his colleague, Charles, was correct, this must be due to some sort of mutation that would either predispose Hope to survival or give him a harder time compared to his brethren. Judging by the scars and the body language, it seemed to have been the latter. Jean-Paul would have to relay this to his colleague once he returned home, the man would be ecstatic to have more material for his studies.

Then there was the wood elf that had already introduced herself earlier, May’falla. She was an enthusiastic wizard. Yet another scholar! The young viscount had clearly drawn the luckiest lot when it came to traveling companions! An alchemist and a wizard in the same group. It was enough to make Jean-Paul smile in unbound enthusiasm. Not only that, but May’falla was an aspiring Bladesinger, an art that the viscount had only heard rumors of in his studies! This adventure will the perfect opportunity to learn more about this mysterious art in action and in theory. The noble swordsman was ecstatic.

As the first couple of introductions were completed, Thorgen had brought out a map of the surrounding area and began marking locations of the jobs that must be completed. Along with that was information about each of the jobs. It would be safe to say that contacting the rock gnomes would be a task of low urgency compared to the others. A Dwarven excavation unaware of the threat and a midwife by her lonesome in the hills were in far more danger than gnomes with weapons that may help slay a dragonne. Zulgar and Timmothy expressed their interest in prioritizing the windmill, and Jean-Paul was inclined to agree with them. “I am sure ze Dwarves will be able to ‘andle a few orcish barbars, zose ‘ardy bâtards. I doubt a single lady can hold out against a whole orcish tribe. Besides, with orcs and a dragonne, we must ‘ave all ze ‘ealers we can assaumble in town, ready to tend to the defenders’ wounds.“

With the first job close to being decided on, May’falla announced a quick run to the trading post at the entrance of the town. Jean-Paul Pierre was not lacking anything in particular. Food was not much of a concern with their adventures being only in the surrounding area; he had no need for spellcasting materials, for he was not attuned to the magical arts...at least, not in the way most were; and no special maintenance was required for his blade, he already had the oils and whetstone require for its care. However, he would not pass up the opportunity to indulge in some conversation with an alchemist and an aspiring Blade Singer, “I ‘ave no need for provisions, but I will gladly accoompany you two. I want to ‘ear more about l'art mystérieux de Bladesong, Mademoiselle May’falla. Zere is ‘ardly any books on ze subject mattair at ze university library. I also wish to ‘ear about ‘ow you are pushing the bounds of alchimie, Monsieur Timmothy.”

STATS
(Parentheses for Argent Cavalier's Stats)
HP: 50/50
STR: 8 (8)
DEX: 10 (20)
CON: 10 (10)
INT: 16 (8)
WIS: 16 (8)
CHA: 12 (8)

PERK CHOICES
Ability increase: DEX/WIS
Advantage: CHA
​

 

[Ellya]

"...I'm...Hope." Tiefling's named themselves after emotions or feelings- at least, that was the way it was in the past. "...Hope Lupingus. I'm companions with the Goliath. If I may ask...What sort of dangers are we to expect in the area?"

"A good question. Is there anything we should expect beyond orcs and a dragon?"

Thorgen shrugged. "To be honest, I don't rightly know. I haven't stepped out of this town far since the dragon moved in, but we've been getting assaulted from every possible by side, mainly by Orc. I suspect most of the bothersome creature's you'll be facing will have come from the mountain where the dragon currently resides, but I've never been there. Perhaps the Gnomes of Gnomengarde would know, being so much closer to it."

With that, he turned and started in the direction the men gave him, as it sounded relatively nearby.

Following the vague directions, Zulgur first walked southward toward the town square. From there, it wasn't too hard to figure out where this Miner's Trail was. He just followed the road further south, seeing the entrance to the mines in the distance as the already quiet town grew even less busy as he walked on. Eventually, he came upon the final house that seemed in habitable state, just to the right at the end of the road. Two other houses around here had farmlands attached, but this one stood on its own. A large cabin of the same wood as the rest of the houses, sturdily built.

Zulgur walked up to the closed door and, since no one was around, gave it a knock. From far inside, he could hear a deep voice calling out. "Hmrf... One moment!" The voice didn't sound very pleased, and was soon followed by footsteps. Large, resounding steps that creaked the wood underneath them. They came closer and closer to the door, and Zulgur could only guess how mighty, fierce and large this other Goliath would be, until the door was opened...

Before the Goliath stood a human. A human about two heads shorter than him. His face had soft features, puffy cheeks, short brown hair cut clumsily, and... this man was fat. Not chubby or big-boned, but intensely obese. His stomach hung below his waist and the thin piece of cloth he had to cover his torso seemed to be about to burst. "Fuck you want?"

I’m willing to go to the shop, after all, it was my main reason for entering this town, which is to restock my used up supply and possibly clean a few tools as well......” as he got off his seat, also grabbing his crossbow in the process and slinging it over his shoulders, making sure it wasn’t gonna be accidentally dropped in a mistake.​

Starting to head for the door, he stopped about midway through and looked at Thorgen , before saying once more “Um, where may the shop lay, and what time of the day should we be expected to repoint back at Mr. Thorgen...?” As he questioned the man a bit more.... wanting to know how much time he had before being sent with the others to the windmill.

Ellya @ To Whomst’dve it may concern

dr xenon
Thorgen gave a nod as Timmothy got up and started to leave. "You'll find general traveling supplies just a few houses north of her, at Barthen's. May'falla is heading there as well, if you wish to join her. Weapons and other kinds of war tools would be found at the Lionshield Coster, large building just south of the square, can't miss it. Don't expect any fancy magical items though, could be they don't carry anything an experienced adventurer as yourself won't already have."

He then adressed the rest of the party again as well. "Well, I won't be joining you on your missions, this town does still need protecting and... I don't think the townsfolk would fare very well without me. Perhaps you should all just meet in the center of the square once you're ready to leave."

“I ‘ave no need for provisions, but I will gladly accoompany you two.​

To this, Thorgen seemed to hesitate a bit, looking the man over for a second. He then cleared his throat. "Right, uhm... You may want to keep up your guard in Barthen's shop. He and his boys have quite a talent for... persuading one to spend more coin than needed. And a man of your... looks... will seem like a juicy target for them. Don't hold it against them though, they're just trying to earn a living."

TLDR

Thorgen recommends everyone to meet in the town square once they're ready to leave.
A small party heads to the shops.
Zulgur goes to find Big Daniel.

 

[dr xenon]

STR: 9 (-1)
DEX: 16 (+3)
CON: 15 (+2)
INT: 20 (+5)
WIS: 12 (+1)
CHA: 10 (+0)
HP: 50

As the party was breaking up to go about their ways May'falla paused for a moment reconsidering.

"On second fought, I fink I'll head to the Lionshield Costers now - no sense in taking up more time in town than we have to, roight? Loives on the line - racing against time against the onslaught of the ice-wyrm and the horde or orcs, and all that."

She turned to Timmothy, "Would you mind picking up the area map while you're there at the Provisioners? Maybe, his excellency the Viscount should go wif you or you fink that'll get too much smell a gold in the air, so to speak? Drive up the proices and all?"

She turns to go.

"I'd love to track along wif you, Zulgur, maybe see two Goliaths in one day, but like I said - loives on the line, and all that! I'm off to the Costers if anyone wants to go along!"

Heading out of the tavern she looks around briefly for her familiar. It's easy to spot sitting atop the Shrine of Luck, sharpening its beak on some exposed stone work. One black-glass-bead of an eye turns toward her to make contact.

Go have a look about 2 miles south of here or until you see some sort of building on a hill and tell me if there are any orcs or other significant threats along the way or nearby, she tells it telepathically. Or if the building's on fire and the people inside it dead, of course.

Dunno if that'll work or not, she thinks to herself as her familiar flies off with a croak, But I'll like to see what it says when it comes back.

Then she heads off to the Lionshield Costers.

 

[DapperDogman]

Silently cleaning his weapon, Heron had absorbed everything the others had been saying, soaking up their names and what he could of their personalities, meanwhile it seemed like he'd been forgotten. Perfect. It meant he could avoid questions and a drawn-out introduction to exactly who he was. He removes a small stone disk from a pouch on his waist and holds it to his chest as the room would fill with the soft sound of a breeze blowing through leaves, the smell of forest soil after rain, and a sound like a ticking clock.
"Fourteen" he says quietly

Sliding the disk into its pouch he wordlessly retrieves his cannon, slinging it over his shoulder and ducking out of the inn. Taking a few steps outside, he looks around, hooking a leather strap to the handles of his cannon and letting it hang on his back as he crosses his arms, simply waiting. He could stand here till the world ended, given a distinct lack of outside interference. He pondered if he stayed still long enough, would moss begin to grow on him, making him look like a statue? Perhaps that would be fun, once he'd finished his training, to become a statue in some town, waiting for the day he's needed, before springing into action.

All fun and fanciful, but right now, there were more pressing matters, like a dragon on the loose. Oh, and there were orcs too, but they were hardly exciting prey for a cannon-wielding war machine.

STATS
HP: 50
STR: 14 DEX: 20 CON: 18 INT: 11 WIS: 10 CHA: 8

Ellya​

 

[Ellya]

STR: 9 (-1)
DEX: 16 (+3)
CON: 15 (+2)
INT: 20 (+5)
WIS: 12 (+1)
CHA: 10 (+0)
HP: 50

As the party was breaking up to go about their ways May'falla paused for a moment reconsidering.

"On second fought, I fink I'll head to the Lionshield Costers now - no sense in taking up more time in town than we have to, roight? Loives on the line - racing against time against the onslaught of the ice-wyrm and the horde or orcs, and all that."

She turned to Timmothy, "Would you mind picking up the area map while you're there at the Provisioners? Maybe, his excellency the Viscount should go wif you or you fink that'll get too much smell a gold in the air, so to speak? Drive up the proices and all?"

She turns to go.

"I'd love to track along wif you, Zulgur, maybe see two Goliaths in one day, but like I said - loives on the line, and all that! I'm off to the Costers if anyone wants to go along!"

Heading out of the tavern she looks around briefly for her familiar. It's easy to spot sitting atop the Shrine of Luck, sharpening its beak on some exposed stone work. One black-glass-bead of an eye turns toward her to make contact.

Go have a look about 2 miles south of here or until you see some sort of building on a hill and tell me if there are any orcs or other significant threats along the way or nearby, she tells it telepathically. Or if the building's on fire and the people inside it dead, of course.

Dunno if that'll work or not, she thinks to herself as her familiar flies off with a croak, But I'll like to see what it says when it comes back.

Then she heads off to the Lionshield Costers.

(( Roll a perception check with +3 modifier for your familiar if you please ))

 

[dr xenon]

STR: 9 (-1)
DEX: 16 (+3)
CON: 15 (+2)
INT: 20 (+5)
WIS: 12 (+1)
CHA: 10 (+0)
HP: 50

Familiar's Perception check

OOC: 2+3 = 5 and I can't wait to hear what the bird has to tell me!

 

[Ellya]

The oaken walls of this large building are painted white, with hints of blue along the window frames and the roof. The entrance is quite easily found, and hanging above the front door is a sign shaped like a wooden shield with a blue lion painted on it.

~ The Lionshield Coster ~

As you enter, you come into a warm atmosphere lit up by plenty of candles, and you can immediately see the vast assortment of armors and weapons offered here. The room is just full of it, armor stands showcasing professionally made plate armors, chainmail, scaled and leather armors, shield racks with different patterns and designs painted on them and actual dozens of weapons of every kind. Barely any nook or cranny is left unused.

"Ahh, welcome, young warrior!" A pleasant voice comes from the right. There, on the far end of the room behind a counter, stands a black haired human woman with pale skin and relatively simple clothes, but a huge and trained smile. "Welcome to the Lionshield Coster! Please, have a look at your full inventory, we have more in the back!" She extends an arm holding a leaflet of some kind, containing the full extent of what this shop has to offer. "And if you have any questions at all, I'm happy to be of service!"

Spoiler: Lionshield Coster stock (always use "normal" prices)

​

OOC: 2+3 = 5

As soon as your familiar can reach you again, it reports back to have indeed seen a windmill on a hill. Or it might have been just a tower. Definitely some tall building on a hill.

 

[Ellya]

Silently cleaning his weapon, Heron had absorbed everything the others had been saying, soaking up their names and what he could of their personalities, meanwhile it seemed like he'd been forgotten. Perfect. It meant he could avoid questions and a drawn-out introduction to exactly who he was. He removes a small stone disk from a pouch on his waist and holds it to his chest as the room would fill with the soft sound of a breeze blowing through leaves, the smell of forest soil after rain, and a sound like a ticking clock.
"Fourteen" he says quietly

Sliding the disk into its pouch he wordlessly retrieves his cannon, slinging it over his shoulder and ducking out of the inn. Taking a few steps outside, he looks around, hooking a leather strap to the handles of his cannon and letting it hang on his back as he crosses his arms, simply waiting. He could stand here till the world ended, given a distinct lack of outside interference. He pondered if he stayed still long enough, would moss begin to grow on him, making him look like a statue? Perhaps that would be fun, once he'd finished his training, to become a statue in some town, waiting for the day he's needed, before springing into action.

All fun and fanciful, but right now, there were more pressing matters, like a dragon on the loose. Oh, and there were orcs too, but they were hardly exciting prey for a cannon-wielding war machine.

Ellya​

Thorgen only gave a weirded out stare as Heron 14 pulled out the stone disc and seemed to perform some kind of ritual. His introduction was very brief, and when he left the tavern, Thorgen didn't bother saying goodbye. He figured this was more of a "say what needs to be said" type of creature.

As Heron 14 stood perfectly still in the town square, there woul occasionally be some people passing by that gave a long stare. Some even stopped to look, seeming to wonder if he had always been there. Eventually, after about ten minutes of waiting, a more familiar figure walked by. A tall, lanky man with curly blonde hair on the top of his head and a sort of blank expression, holding a broom in hand seemed to be sweeping the ground for some reason. He stopped a few feet in front of Heron 14, looked at him for a long time, and if he didn't see any movement, he'd grow a sly but dumb grin.

He suddenly runs up to Heron 14, seeming very clumsy in his run but somehow managing to keep his footing, and slaps the stick end of the broom against his head. Surprisingly hard, actually.
Roll a DEX check, if you roll lower than a 12, you take 4 damage.

(( Jesus did I mess up these dice rolls, it's like it's my first time. Counting the 12 and the 4 ))

 

[DapperDogman]

Glassy, unmoving eyes tracked the man without him even realising he'd been watched. As amusing as Heron was sure this was for the man, he couldn't very well allow him to break that broom, how would he continue to sweep? So, being the good samaritan he is, Heron raises an arm to block the broom from making contact with his head.

"Please don't do that," he says calmly "While I can fix your broom, I wouldn't want people to think I broke it on purpose"

STATS
HP: 50
STR: 14 DEX: 20 CON: 18 INT: 11 WIS: 10 CHA: 8

Ellya​

 

[BarrenThin2]

Zulgur Storm-Herald
HP 50/50
STR 20
DEX 8
CON 16
INT 10
WIS 16
CHA 12

It seemed Zulgur would be alone for this meeting. That was fine with him, the crowd in the bar was starting to make him a bit uncomfortable. Hope would either follow or stay behind. Zulgur was confident he would be alright. They didn't stab or arrest him when he revealed his identity, which was a very good sign. Of course, Zulgur still didn't trust any of them except Hope in the least bit. All of them would need to be watched very closely. In a strange way, however, he actually believed May'falla meant them no harm. That was an odd feeling.

Finding Big Daniel's abode wasn't too challenging, either. Things were certainly coming up Zulgur; nothing had gone wrong in a whole hour. He knocked on the door with three mighty thuds, waiting patiently for their potential ally. The sound of footsteps and a voice from the other side certainly made him think whoever was there must be massive. Truly a Goliath could only bear such weighty footsteps. It would be the first Goliath Zulgur had ever met. For a few seconds, he was almost nervous; what would he think of another one of his people? Would they be like him? Different? Was he tall for a Goliath? Short? Average?

His mind raced as the door swung open, and there was... no one there. A voice from below Zulgur caught his attention, and he looked down. What greeted him was no Goliath warrior, but an immensely fat human. Perhaps the largest human he had ever seen in his entire life. Where did he get all the food? Zulgur looked around with a frown, then looking past Daniel into his home. "I apologize, fat man. I am looking for a Goliath Warrior named Daniel. Is he not home?"

Ellya​

 

[dr xenon]

May'falla
STR: 9 (-1)
DEX: 16 (+3)
CON: 15 (+2)
INT: 20 (+5)
WIS: 12 (+1)
CHA: 10 (+0)
HP: 50

Taking in all the equipment in a broad gaze the young elf seems awed by the spectacle of so much gear all packed into one place.

"Ahh, welcome, young warrior!" A pleasant voice comes from the right. There, on the far end of the room behind a counter, stands a black haired human woman with pale skin and relatively simple clothes, but a huge and trained smile. "Welcome to the Lionshield Coster! Please, have a look at your full inventory, we have more in the back!" She extends an arm holding a leaflet of some kind, containing the full extent of what this shop has to offer. "And if you have any questions at all, I'm happy to be of service!"

"Good day to you, mum!" May'falla replies. "Me and some mates are off to help wif the troubles you've got brewin' - warnin' the folks in the outlyin' areas and all - maybe havin' at it wif an roc band or two - who knows, may as be we'll do well enough to actually go after that dragon ye've got. So I'm looking to see if I moight acquire a rapier for when the spirit of the Puma moves me to use it for my Bladesinging. You seem to have quite the foine selection I see - I do - I do."