[D&D 4e] IG's "The Witchlight Strand"

industrygothica · 30th October 2009, 09:50 PM

Luther Dien and the barbarian Kail make their way through the celebrating crowd at the Wyvern's Nest in upper Port Magalie. Kail has left the small group still remaining at the table--Druthruss, Pier, and the rugged Vatan--a token--a cold arrow--to take back to the barbarian tribes of Hallowdale in honor of his fallen King Lolgoff.

The nights are growing colder. The strange Witchlights hang in the horizon, and the eastern savage races are growing restless.

The journey to Hallowdale will not be an easy one.

OOC

Redrobes · 31st October 2009, 01:50 AM

Drůthruss stares into his pint and feels a little glum. The cheery thoughts of free beer and food is tempered by the prospect of a long journey. Tomorrow will be wagon hunting and equipment buying and he still thinks that the wagon will look like a big fat target for goblins across the barren lands thats supposed to be the bone hills.

"Hmph.. Aw heck thats tomorrow and I am in a warm inn right now."

He studies the crowd and takes a moment to look at Port Magalie characters. After all he is a long way from home.

Korash · 1st November 2009, 08:54 PM

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Originally Posted by Redrobes

"Hmph.. Aw heck thats tomorrow and I am in a warm inn right now."

[startScotishAccent]Vatan raises his mug at this muttered sentiment "Aye, a warm inn where the ale flows freely. Cheer up friend dwarf, for a new adventure begins. Though, 'tis it is me first that be on land. Fightin' the scurvy pirates.....now there be many a tale to be told. I remember when ............." [endScotishAccent]

The tale is long. Long on volume, long on waving arms and hands, and very long on discription (a certain fellow with wild red hair and flaming beard prominent). Not well told, but told with much enthusiasim.

renau1g · 2nd November 2009, 04:36 PM

A man sits at the bar nursing a drink, the sun-reddened skin of his face shows he spends much time outdoors. His large, sinewy muscles prove him as a strong man, perhaps a blacksmith? Maybe a farmer? It's hard to tell as he enjoys another beverage, toasting to the bar, "To another successful harvest!" the man says.

After the toast, his eyes settle on your table for a few moments, he appears to be evaluating you, then turns back to his drink.

Insight DC 18

Redrobes · 2nd November 2009, 08:56 PM

Drůthruss notices the man with the tan and muscles and being one used to dealing with cities alert to the unusual thinks theres something a bit wrong with that conversation...

Perception roll 17

...and between the handwaving coming in from the side and thick accent rolling over the top. Nudges Pier.

"I bet that guy could harvest a few goblins for us...."

"Look, I just annoyed a barbarian not fifty hammer blows ago so thats my quota for the day. Someone see what he's growing in that field of his."

Theroc · 2nd November 2009, 10:25 PM

In through the tavern door walked a being who certainly did not appear to fit in particularly well. His body was covered in loose chain armor, across his back a rather large sword rested as the figure strode in.

The most notably different features of the man would be his feet, and his face. He wore no boots, the man barefoot with toes that ended in what almost appeared to be talons. As one's gaze rose to his face, they'd see an unusual visage. Between his toothy grin revealing pronounced canine teeth, and along with a slightly flattened nose. Thick sideburns led up towards pointed, almost elf-like. He took a seat nearby and looked about, simply observing for the present.

Redrobes · 3rd November 2009, 08:18 PM

Drůthruss decides he's had enough beer for one night.

"and hey, if that ones his mate then really dont annoy him. Ok"

Midgardsormr · 3rd November 2009, 10:48 PM

Successful Insight check

Pier turns around on his bench and looks at the supposed farmer. "Yes, I think you're right. Pardon me a moment." He stands, leaving his staff behind, and walks over to the bar, where he orders a refill and turns to the man who spoke. "To the harvest." He lifts his cup and takes a pull, his senses alert to minute details that speak of this man's actual vocation: well-developed muscles in the forearm and wrist, that way he carries himself that says he knows his way in a fight, the smell of healing herbs. This man is no farmer, nor blacksmith for that matter.

Korash · 4th November 2009, 03:09 AM

Vatan, finally finishing his tale, looks at the fellow indicated by Drůthruss. [startScotishAccent]"Aye, that one looks to be weathered by rough seas and lived to tell the tale. Strange set to his sails, but looks ready for an adventure if you be askin' me". He raises an empty pitcher for a refill, and asks "What say you to us invitin' him to our board for some of this fine food and drink? Mayhap he could join us on our voyage to the barbarians."[endScotishAccent]

renau1g · 4th November 2009, 07:06 PM

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Originally Posted by Midgardsormr

Successful Insight check

Pier turns around on his bench and looks at the supposed farmer. "Yes, I think you're right. Pardon me a moment." He stands, leaving his staff behind, and walks over to the bar, where he orders a refill and turns to the man who spoke. "To the harvest." He lifts his cup and takes a pull, his senses alert to minute details that speak of this man's actual vocation: well-developed muscles in the forearm and wrist, that way he carries himself that says he knows his way in a fight, the smell of healing herbs. This man is no farmer, nor blacksmith for that matter.

"To the harvest" the man nods, then says "I'm afraid you are not known to me stranger. Name's Jude, what are you and yer fellas doing round here? Ain't no trouble is there?" he asks, extending a meaty hand out in greeting.

Shayuri · 4th November 2009, 07:13 PM

Voyage to the barbarians.

Aridha's ears pricked at that overheard snatch of conversation, and she looked casually over to see who had uttered it. It was a blessing she had heard it, with all the conversations buzzing in the room. Aridha had little love for human towns in general and for human taverns in particular. They were crowded in every sense of the word. Crowded with a press of people that blocked all lines of sight and jostled and groped as she passed. Crowded with noise loud enough to seem like a living thing unto itself, that screamed with profanity and laughter and looped overhead. Crowded with the thick smells of meat and fat and fire; of unwashed bodies and leather and metal.

She watched the dwarf and his drinking partner for a moment, then returned her gaze to the vista out the window. The lights of lanterns on poles through the streets, and the twilight-shrouded figures that wove their way between them on business or pleasure. And behind it all, the dancing madness of the witchlights. Her skin crawled even as she had to acknowledge their uncanny, unnatural splendor.

But she was just putting it off now...and there wasn't time.

Sourly the elf got to her feet; an incongruous figure even in this cosmopolitan environment. Slimly built, in the manner of her people, with skin slightly darkened by the sun and wearing hides too rough to be called 'leather' with any honesty...much of it still had fur on the outside; brown of bear, grey of wolf, dun of rabbit. The garb, both clothing and armor, had a patchwork look to it. Slightly longer on her left arm than her right, leaving her legs bare from the knees down, and here and there exposing a swatch of her own elven hide; a bit of shoulder, a glimpse of belly. From her hip dangled a quiver of rolled leather secured by a bone loop, full of arrows. From behind her shoulder jutted the curve of a bow. That, and a few pouches seemed to be all she had...perhaps all she had need for.

Vatan found his conversation muscled in on, as Aridha responded to the words he'd never intended for her to hear.

"The barbarians. Do you mean the subjects of King Lolgoff?"

Midgardsormr · 5th November 2009, 01:48 AM

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Originally Posted by renau1g

the man nods, then says "I'm afraid you are not known to me stranger. Name's Jude, what are you and yer fellas doing round here? Ain't no trouble is there?"

Pier accepts Jude's hand and suppresses a wince at its firmness. "I am Pier, Harold the glassmaker's son. There was trouble a few hours gone, a ship from inland was overrun by goblins, and it crashed against the docks. Some outlanders aided me in the defense of the city, and now we have been given the task of representing Port Magalie as the barbarians choose their new king."

Pier pauses for a moment, attempting to gauge how this man might react to having his bluff called. He lowers his voice and leans forward. "If you will forgive me being so bold, I could not help but notice that you appear to be conversant with a sword. Although my companions have proven themselves worthy allies, none of them hail from the City; it would comfort me if there were another of my countrymen among us."

renau1g · 5th November 2009, 04:52 PM

Jude is initially taken aback by the perceptive man, his face grows dark as the man mentions the sword and his gaze grows distant, the thousand mile stare of someone relieving another time. "Aye, I can stick a blade into a man with the best of them, but I've seen far too much killing in my life to want to pick back up the weapon." the man says quietly, adding "Those days were a long time ago, today, I am Jude, a simple farmer, albeit not much of one." he sighs, taking a long drink of his ale.

Theroc · 5th November 2009, 05:44 PM

Sahyr's ears twitched as he sat at the bar, not saying a word, simply listening for words to draw his attention. The man's form was quite obviously ready for combat, the particularly large blade continuing to rest on his back as he looked around, in particular observing the group which a rather pretty woman, even adorned in pelts much like he had in his younger years before he'd acquired his armor.

The forests of the Witchlight were an unforgiving place, but also a place where one could grow strong and wise. Wise to avoid the dangers you could, and strong to slay the dangers you could not avoid. A slight smile remaining on his face as his eyes wandered between the group near the woman, who smelled of the forests more of the city, from what he could muster. He did not feel she had been long in this city, but he had not honed his sense of smell as well as he felt he should have. However, he was not here to stalk women.

He was here searching for battle. The acolyte of Kord had wandered the land, seeking news of battle, finding small skirmishes and the like, and his travels landed him in Port Magalie. The mention of barbarians had obviously grabbed his attention, since he had often heard of their warlike ways. He did not stir from his seat, though he was quiet obviously watching the group intently, his ears straining for more information.

Redrobes · 5th November 2009, 10:11 PM

Drůthruss nods in agreement with Vatan. "Aye... I mean yes, look at the hand. I'll burn my beard in the forge if that's not a sword arm.

Pssssteyesleftherecomesanelf...Helllooo, would you care for a...

ah...

Lolgoff ?

Yes. You met him - you interested in meeting him ?

Korash · 6th November 2009, 06:00 AM

Vatan will do a double take, then another one, after Drůthruss mentions the Elf wandering towards them.

In a very rusty Elven, Vatan will answer "Ahh...." then close his mouth and try again.... "Lolgoff...The barbarian king to the east? Aye, we be off to oversee the crowning of his ..... (looks towards Drůthruss) replacement?.....and mayhap a chance to bash a few scurvy Gobbo heads." He looks a bit embarased after that last. "'Scuse me language m'Lady"

Midgardsormr · 6th November 2009, 06:58 PM

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Originally Posted by renau1g

"Those days were a long time ago, today, I am Jude, a simple farmer, albeit not much of one." he sighs, taking a long drink of his ale.

"I quite understand," Pier says. "I wish you many bountiful harvests.
Perhaps we shall meet again one day."

Pier takes his topped-off cup back to the table and sits down next to the dwarf once more, eyeing the elf cautiously.

industrygothica · 10th November 2009, 01:39 PM

OOC

renau1g · 10th November 2009, 03:59 PM

DM

Theroc · 10th November 2009, 07:40 PM

OOC

Listening to the other men, Sahyr rose to his full height as he departed his table, approaching the man. From the snippets he'd caught, it seemed these men hoped to be engaging in conflict soon.

"Bashing heads? Sounds like my kind of work. Do you need another blade?" He asked simply, grinning as he awaited a response, looking at the three gathered at the table. His hands were well clear of his blade, however.