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You have been summoned to the king’s castle in Rizen, the Capital of Dregeth. Upon your arrival, you are ushered by a servant to what you assume was a ballroom at one time. The walls are covered in maps, and there are hundreds of swords and pole arms stacked against the wall. You find that you are also not the first to arrive. There are people milling about, in groups and alone, all across the room. The servant escorting you tells you that the orientation will begin shortly, and to make yourself as comfortable as possible.

About 30 minuets later, the room is packed. Boredom is really starting to set in when you see a single figure step out onto the ballroom's musical stage. "Thank you all for responding so quickly." The figure says to the crowd in a voice so loud it can be heard clearly across the expansive room. "My name is General Riskar, and I am charged with giving you all the basic information you are going to need. As you may know, an allied nation was brutally assaulted last month. And at last word, they were still under attack. Therefore we have put in to action a plan to stop our common enemy in his tracks. You all have been split into groups biased on your military and magical knowledge that we believe will best be able to accomplish the missions we have laid out for you. And as time is of the essence, if you will please pull out your summons and look to the bottom, there should be a number there. If you will exit out that door, and enter the room that has a matching number you will be given your first mission and be able to meet your team. DISMISSED"

With a scramble you move quickly to the door mentioned, but it seems everybody else moved a little faster. After several minutes of pushing and shoving you find yourself in the designated room. About the same time you enter several others do as well. Upon entering you can see that this was more prepared than the ballroom, as there is water in the corner and a few chairs scattered around. As you are taking in the scene, a servant pops into the room. "Excuse me. Your officer will be her shortly, he was caught up in other matters, please make yourselves comfortable" and before anyone can ask a question the servant is gone, presumably to continue running messages.

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Rickol looks at his sister. "Our officer is late? What do you think is more important than the protection of the kingdom?" He winks at Rossarrell, who is likely not paying him any mind. "Oh, fine. Just sit down."

Rickol jumps onto a seat and looks around. "These apparently don't come in our size in these parts."

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Ferrix

Barak nods at the servant then realizes he has already gone. With a shrug he moves over to the water, pouring himself a glass, he takes a long draw. As comfortable as possible, always a pleasure. At least I might be able to sit in this room instead of bumping or stepping on someone every time I breath.

Walking over to one of the chairs he sits down, not really paying too much attention to the others in the room, just waiting for now. They always make you wait.

KobaldArchmage

Jacen paces the room neviously, shadowed by his Dire Wolf companion Jinx.
"What is taking them so long? This place gives me the creeps."

Mallak

Rossarrell laughs at her brother, Rickol. "Get down from there before your fall and break you neck, foolish Brother!" She glances around the room. "Kind of a strange crowd, don't you think?" She looks at the large Dire Wolf paced by the nervous young human. "Besides, who cares why the officer is late? Let's take the opportunity to lighten this drearily oppressive mood, shall we?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches the darkly tanned human, clearly agitated by his surroundings. "And I know just where to start . . . Oh, he is a cute one, isn't he?"

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Amazing Triangle

With his hood over his head and a dark glare in his eye Tommy looks around the messy room. "Great gotta wait for a chowder head to tell me what to do," Tommy says with heavy disgust. "An' to top it all off they put me in this room, with those things," Tommy's digust is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Tommy goes and finds a chair and leans it all the way back against the wall next to the guy with his wolf.
"Nice pup you got there. They making us wait cuz well they want him to have the power in their conversations and dealings with us. Name's Grim" Tommy says with a grin and a thick hand.

Damn those grimmy little halflings, and their funny little jokes.

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KobaldArchmage

Shaking Grim's hand, Jacen replies. "Jacen Farstride, scout and healer. And this little lady is Jinx." At the mention of her name, the Dire Wolf's ears perk up and she seems to smile a little. "She's been a good friend on my travels." Jacen shivers and looks up at the ceiling and whispers, "I really do wish they would hurry though. I hate being inside where there are no windows."

Jdvn1

"Yeah, sis." Rickol rolls his eyes. "Real cute." He stands up on the seat to try to seem taller. "And my Icarus is outside somewhere..." He seems a bit disappointed.

"... Hey! What's wrong with us thin--Halflings?" Rickol puffs out his chest, "Don't you know who we are? We're the," here, he pauses for dramatic effect, "Brondarelli twins." He says this with much pride, though likely not many people know who they are. "I'm Rickol Brondarelli, and this is my lovely and talented sister Rossarrell." Here, he jumps down to the floor and eyes his sister. <Happy now?>

"Nice to meet you all."

Moonstone Spider

A bowlegged young man sits on the edge of his chair watching the others. After a lengthy delay he finally speaks. "Jaceth Moralis, I'm an animal trainer." He pronounces his name "ha-seth"

Amazing Triangle

"Well since we are all being so cutiz-wootiz, namez Grim, Prize fighter of the ring. Now if you don't mind why don't you'zens just sit down and get quiet so that the rest of us can enjoy sittin' here." Tommy says with a cold glare. Tommy then pulls the hood up further and leans back more trying to ignore the rest of the room.

Question

The elf in the military uniform sips some water and looks around the room. "Greetings, perhaps i should introduce myself. I am Illyes, a officer in the archers, and just to clarify, not your commanding officer of this team here. I have little idea of what we will be doing, but i am sure our commanding officer will be able to clarify, he should be here any moment."

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"Hello, Jaceth, looks like we have a few animals here..." Rickol goes to get some water, oblivious to the fact that Grim is trying to ignore everyone, "See, grim, I was on my seat... until my sister told me to get down. Talk to her!" He serves himself half a cup of water and goes back to jump onto a seat. "I'm not the sort that causes trouble, nosiree."

"Anyway, we should meet each other anyway if we're to work with each other." He takes a sip, "To know your strengths and weaknesses. That's not something you want to find out after it's too late." Sip. "Nice to meet you, Illyes. I suppose you're used to a high structured group, then? Rules and orders and such?"

Moonstone Spider

"Animals are everywhere Rickol. For instance there's two species of spider in this room, and four or five species of insect. I'm not sure if the mosquito on Grim's shoulder is the same species as the one in that spiderweb over there or not." Jaceth answers. He leans a bit towards Jacen. "That is an extraordinarily fine Dire Wolf. I haven't seen a live specimen up close before. I'm sure you're very proud Jacen. Would you object if I took some notes on her?"

Bront

Unnoticed in a corner, sits a woman in a white dress. She picks at a small hand harp a bit nervously as she looks around the crowd. She looks around as the people file in, and greets any return looks with a nervous smile. Her only interaction at the moment being with the wolf, who she scratches on the head when it inquisitively sniffs her.

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Jdvn1

Rickol quiets down when Jaceth speaks, but not for too long. "You sure do know a lot about bugs." Then, the lady with a harp catches his eye. "And what's your name, miss? Could you play something relaxing for us on that harp?"

Bront

"Oh," she says, a bit startled that someone addressed her, "Hi. I'm Orb, Orb Kaftan. You're Rickol right? Nice to meet you." She smiles warmly and brushes a lock of light brown hair away from her face.
"I guess I could play something, though it doesn't quite seem like the place," she says.

Orb plays a gentile melody (1d20+22=37) that is indeed a bit calming and very well done, fingers plucking the strings expertly. It is indeed an enchanting melody, but she ends it rather quickly.

"I usually sing with that song, but I don't want to interupt the others," she says.

Question

Illyes seems amused at Rickol's question. "But of course.....thats the way the military works after all."

Jdvn1

Rickol stares as Orb plays her tune, and then turns to Illyes, "I'm not so sure this group is going to work that way... does the military have anything like her?" Here, he points to Orb. "She's amazing! Did you hear her, sis?"

He stands on his seat again, unable to keep from bouncing. "Oh, this certainly won't be like anything any of us has done before."

Amazing Triangle

"Miss not that I don't love the tune, but could you play something a little less cheery. My head is not in the mood for such a lively tune it bounces the wrong way in my skull," Tommy slams the chair he is sitting in and looks at the lady in the white dress. "I just want this Commander to get here so I can get my pay, this whole cheeky-friendship-happiness jobber is not why I signed on. So if you don't mind miss something slower and a little less happy would be great." Tommy goes back to leaning his chair against the wall and resumes his blank stare. He folds his arms and begins to drum his fingers on his arm.

"You there why are you here?" pointing to Illyes, "You should be able to do better, like a real command not working with us guys, on whatever this thing is we are doing."

OOC: anything more cheery or relaxing than a dirge, funeral he is not up for

Bront

Orb chuckles at Grim's request. "I wouldn't have called that very 'cheery' myself, but I guess for someone named Grim..."

"But I'm not exactly here for normal military duty. I volunteered to help inspire the troops when I heard what happened," she says, though anyone good at reading human nature (Sense Motive 10+) can see there is a little more on her mind than that.

OOC: You might have missed that it was more a calming song, so wasn't some showy flashy upbeat one, just a well done song

Ferrix

Catching only bits and pieces of the banter, Barak notes the lady off to the side playing a harp. He liked the harp, something about how the musicians move their fingers over the instrument soothed him more than its tones. He smiles, although the next few words he catches puts him off a bit to the gentleman who stomps over to the wall and crosses his arms. Rough bloke, that one.

Standing he walks over to the lady and sits, "that was quite nice, my name is Barak, have I not seen you play elsewhere?" He nods as if already expecting an answer that he won't quite catch.

Bront

"I have played at many venues accross the Kingdom," Orb says, "so I would not be supprised. Tis a pleasure to meet you Barak."

"You've been awfly quiet over there. What brings you to.... this?" she asks, motioning to the others in the room.

Question

Seemingly non-plussed at Tommy's comment, Illyes replies "Oh i did have a command. I was pulled away for a "Special assignment" ".

Moonstone Spider

"That is an interesting observation." Jaceth comments. "What kind of job could they want a group this diverse for?"

Amazing Triangle

"Usually somefin' they don't want to do themselves," Tommy says scoffingly, "But as it be I would rather be working for 'em then trying to get my pay from a 'Rena official"

"Anyone have a drink? Water or the like?"

Mallak

Rossarrell gives her brother a wry look that he knows only too well as something along the lines of, "Yeah, that's good for now, but just wait."

Looking at Grim, she makes a face. "Oh, he is so not cute."

As Rickol moves about the room greeting people, she moves opposite to her twin, talking to people when he isn't so that everyone nearly always has one or the other of the twins nearby. As the only other woman in the room, Rossarrell makes a beeline for Orb up front. "Hello, there. That's a very nice harp you've got." When Rickol comes over she'll gravitate toward Jacen and Jaceth. "Let's see, you're Jaceth, our local entomologist." She turns to Jacen. "And I don't think I caught your name, Green Eyes." Rossarrell bats her eyes fetchingly, flirting outrageously while studiously ignoring Grim. "And who is your lovely companion?" She turns her attention to Jinx. "She's a beauty! Can I pet her?"

After Orb plays her song, Rossarrell looks at the harpist and answers her brother, "Yes, I heard her. Very pretty." The halfling seems non-plussed. However, Rossarrell cheers up immensely when Grim begins complaining. "Aww, did someone wake up on the wrong side of the haystack this morning? Does somebody need a huggy wuggy?" She holds her arms out wide and advances on Grim, attempting to give him a great big halfling hug. Whether or not he allows it, her true purpose is to get close enough to him to ascertain everything that he is carrying on his person. She's not going to try to take anything, yet. She just wants to know what might be in all of those interesting pockets, beyond what she can see with her eyes. Plus, the guy does have some big muscles.

Later, she returns to where Orb and Barak are. "So, you're looking to 'inspire the troops,' eh?" she says to Orb with a wink and a grin. Then she turns to Barak. "Well, Hello! Why we haven't met yet, I don't know! I'm Rossarrell Brondarelli."

Eventually, she'll hook back up with her twin after grabbing a cup of water. "Fun place. Nice people." Her ears perk when Grim asks for a drink. "Oh, he didn't just ask for a drink, did he?" She has a twinkle in her eye and the twin bond is full of mischief. She looks at her brother then lets her eyes roll down to the nearly full cup in her hand.

Amazing Triangle

As the halflings approaches for the hug Grim bounces to his feet and draws his scythe. "Back off! Am I understood!" When she backs off he will sit back down and keep the scythe out until she moves to the other side of the room. "Can't trust em," he says under his breath. "Next time you try that I finish what I wanted to start"

Mallak

"Wow, touchy, touchy, aren't we, Farmboy? I was just trynna show a little love. You really are a sour puss." Rossarrell folds her arms and sticks her tongue out at him before crossing the room, addressing herself to no one in particular. "Would you get a load of that guy? What a Grumpy Grim."

Bront

Orb looks at Grim from accross the room, "Shouldn't you be saving that for the enemies? No sense in fighting amonsts ourselves too."

Amazing Triangle

"Sometimes your enemies are those you thinking your friend." Jack says still eyeing the little vermin. "I don't desire to spill its blood but that also means I don't have to like it. So if you don't mind, there are reasons beyond ya unda-standing that you don't know about."


"Special Assignment, sounds like a demotion to me, I would be careful," Tommy says across the room to Illyes.


"I have to say that the wolf is probably the best one out of the bunch. You think I could wrestle with him for a bit? Promise ta be real gentle and not cause any real harm just want to play with the big pup." Tommy asks Jacen in the most cheerful tone the whole room has heard yet.

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Moonstone Spider

Jaceth grins at Grim's commentary. "Nature is truly wonderful isn't it? All these people, all of them of diverse races, backgrounds, and interests, and the one thing we all agree on is that we like the Dire Wolf."

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Amazing Triangle

Tommy gives a hearty chuckle over the observation. "Yes I just think we all have a little bit of nature in us somewhere," Tommy says with as much of a smile as his face can bear.

Bront

"That must be lonely then, thinking that," Orb says, not particularly happy with that responce. "But you're going to have to learn to trust sometime."

Mallak

"What do you know about trust? It's easy to trust people when you have no reason to fear a knife in your back."

Ferrix

To the lady Orb, "I've done my bit of basic military service in the past, although it's been a few years. Guess they figured my skills were once again needed." Barak nods, when the fellow on the wall draws the scythe words of power spring to his mind, but he stifles the urge to restrain the chaotic fellow.

He nods ambivalently but happily at the others, particularly the two halflings, they do seem chipper.

Jdvn1

Rickol is now at the side of his sister, a hand on her shoulder. "I won't ever let that happen to you, sis. And none of these big people can get between us."
The looks around at everyone, "I think we have a lot to learn about everyone, still. Maybe Grumpy Grim will even end up not hating us." He gives a wink, as if to say fat chance.

Mallak

<Nor I you, Brother.> Rossarrell stares discontentedly down into the cup of water in her hand before tossing it back. She makes a face as if she wishes it were something stronger before reaching up and placing a hand on her brother's hand on her shoulder. She leans back into his chest, sighing. "Yeah, thanks, Brother. I have no need to fear the knives of my enemies with you at my back." She glances over at Grim, then at Orb. "Ah, I hate waiting. I wish they'd hurry up and get this circus moving." She casually pulls a dagger from her belt with a glance at Rickol. "Game of catch?"

Bront

Orb begins looking around a bit nerviously at that, "Should I?"

Mallak

Rossarrell looks Orb up and down again. "I seriously doubt it." She fights to keep disdain from creeping into her voice.