You have been contacted by a young priest of Pelor named Marla. She has asked you to travel to Winterhaven to determine whwther or not her information of a secret death cult is operating in the area. Marla has learned that a twisted priest named Kalarel is supposed to head this group of cultists. Although her information is a year old and would like you to find out if it is true. If it is Marla would like you to stamp it out.
Marla askes, "Are you willing to go take on this adventure?"
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"My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death"
Rigi looks up at the priestess of Pelor, then studies the rest of the party, before her attention returns to the priestess.
"Rigi will help nice lady only if nice lady pay. the Kobold finally comments and nod nods, obviously satisfied with giving this comment.
"Something wrong with your neck, Dogface? Maybe you need it removed from your shoulders....." Morim says in his gutteral dwarven accent, with a bit of mirth at the end. Then under his breath says, "Stinkin Dogblins" grumble grumble. Morim takes a swig from his flask , which is filled with his own brew of Gutshaker whiskey"If there's killin that need be done, you can count me in."
I still haven't posted my character stuff yet, but hope to make a post on the other thread today
Whenever there are those in toil, I shall do the honoarble thing and join you on this quest. It is my duty as a warrior!
Let us proceed before sunset arrives and make way to Winterhaven. I shall cover the rear of the travelers and keep watch as there is much danger in this part of the land, but with wide eys and a strong number we shall travel safely.
"Something wrong with your neck, Dogface? Maybe you need it removed from your shoulders....." Morim says in his gutteral dwarven accent, with a bit of mirth at the end. Then under his breath says, "Stinkin Dogblins" grumble grumble. Morim takes a swig from his flask , which is filled with his own brew of Gutshaker whiskey"If there's killin that need be done, you can count me in."
Enelya Intervenes "Okay Morim...down boy, Rigi can't help it. Save your energy for the trouble ahead. I can already feel danger lurking."
"Lle naa belegohtar morim. Mankoi naugrim Lle auta yeste' Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle!"² mocks Imrahil with an Eladrins' high, clear laugh at the quarrel between Rigi and Morim.
More seriously he nods in agreement with the sober assessment of the armoured dragonborn. "Indeed, it will likely be a dangerous journey and only a strong cohort of unified heart and purpose will prevail."
²translated into common for those who speak elven!!
"You are a mighty warrior Morim. Why, only a dwarf would know his strength in challenge against the smallest one present first!"
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"My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death"
"Imrahil, your question about Winterhaven needs a answer." said Marla. About Two Hundred Years ago a cult of demon worshippers created a unholy site dedicated to Orcus, which spit out all kinds of undead and even fouler creatures from their rift. The collasped empire of Nerath defeated and built a Keep on top of the site. Decades later Winterhaven was formed and most of the history has been forgotten. While we do have a few pices of Lore like I told you we don't have any other information."
Marla gestures and two acoloytes come and she said, "I have gathered supplies for your journey that you may freely have. The Church and I thank for taking on this mission. May you be Blessed and may Pelor guide your hands. Hopefully I will see you in a few months time and the Church will Render payment in full."
"So this Kalarel may seek to revive this tainted place for his own dark purposes? He will not succeed." Imrahil states, rather matter of fact.
"Anything helpful you would know about this mysterious cult and their leader?" asks, as he straps on his gear and weapons, getting ready to leave.
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"My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death"
"Rigi likes shiny monies," she then comments, before she makes what might be a shrug. "But Rigi also like friends, so Rigi will help friends for no shinies from priest lady.
"I accept your pledges and may your weapons be sharp and true," said Marla. "Imrahil I don't have aany answers to your questions, although you may find more information in Winterhaven."
Mordras nods courtly at Marla. "That, will certainly not be an obstacle. We will divine their foul purposes as we cross their plans and return with victory to you."
Without further farewell, he follows Rigi outside.
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"My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death"
"Let us begin this journey, as there is much to do and many roads to cross to get to our destination. I am feeling a bit uneasy as our payment will come from "the Church"...at times their money is dirtier than the pig's that roll in the slop. If we complete this task, I hope payment will be in full. I battle in honor, but my Gods do not look kindly to honor being fulfilled, with out just reward for the sacrafice!".
Ironskulls, lifts has pack onto his back and says; " Forward, as I exclaimed, I will keep watch of the rear for danger...".
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