Aelwynn

[Dice4Hire]

Welcome one and all to my new game.

http://www.enworld.org/forum/talking-talk/305470-lyrams-book-aelwynn.html

So right now we have:

Paelias Blueshadow Warlock
Gerok Dwarf Cleric
Valos Human Weaponmaster
Qinik Human Mage

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The group gathered together in a small fortified town in southern Mallanas called Faircastle, on the long road west that eventually lead to the Durul capital of Strongcliff. Hopefullly you would not end up there. IT is not reputed to be a pleasant place at all.

But the agent is supposed to be waiting north of a ruined monastery about a week into Durul, on a side road that connects the main north-west road with a fishing village that is known for its plethora of nice houses, hard to afford on a fisherman's pay. The village is called Herin's Hollow.

This part of Durul is sparsely populated, and often the subject of raids by both Durul (yes, they raid their own people) and Mallanas and the site of more than a few low-scale battles, so most people live in fortified villages and towns and do not stray far, leaving a lot of open country for sneaking and various low-danger monsters. Teh roads are usually patrolled and there is some merchant traffic on them, so going that way might cause you to be spotted or searched.

At the moment, you are in the town of Faircastle, a town of about 2,000 souls 500 of which are soldeirs of Mallanas. They keep the area 2-3 days out pretty safe, but afte that it gets worse. The man who asked you to come is a human male called Orwin, and was known as a good ranger and scout in his youth, which is a long way in the past. He rarely stirs form his headquarters now.

He sits behind the desk as his assisstant, First Horseman Jerrii, escorts you all in, and waves to chairs set in front of him. He says, "Forgive me for not standing. A war wound is acting up at the moment." as he grimaces slightly. He then continues, "Thank you for coming. Have a seat and let me tell you what is going on."

Reactions? Actions?

 

[Fifth Element]

Valos offers a strong hand to Orwin, and gives a hearty shake if possible, before taking his seat. He pulls out a stick of dried meat to keep himself occupied, since "talky-talk" is not usually to his taste.

 

[Dice4Hire]

Valos offers a strong hand to Orwin, and gives a hearty shake if possible, before taking his seat. He pulls out a stick of dried meat to keep himself occupied, since "talky-talk" is not usually to his taste.

The hand he grasps is hard and was once calloused, but is surprisingly weak, considering how he looks. The other man winces slightly.

 

[Maddness]

Gerock huffed through his beard as he eyed the human sized chairs. "I would rather stand." He said, his voice deep. "Would rather that we got down to the reason that you called us here." he said, leaning back slightly to look into the ranger's eyes.

 

[Goken100]

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Is there any background to how we got here, how we know each other, and who we're working for?

If it's up to us, I would propose that we are all members of the Silver Society. Thus we would have been assembled through that organization and gain this task through their contacts. We would all know each other to lesser or greater extent depending on how we want to play it, but we wouldn't be strangers obviously.

For Qinik's part, he would have made it no secret to the Society that it was his primary mission to find out more about the Dragon Plague. If it works with the story, he could if fact be one of the primary movers behind this caper, with the others attached as support.
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Qinik strides in confidently, red his pointy wizard's hat brushing the doorway. He strokes his grey beard with a look of singular comfort and cheer upon his face as he listen to their host.

Qinik chuckles in a friendly manner at Orwin's apology, and gives him a warm old-man-to-old-man handshake. "The old bones aren't what they used to be, am I right? I'll tell you a secret though... best thing for it is to ignore it! Get out there and try to keep up with the young folk! You might lose a step or two, but you'll be feeling a good site better than if you stay cooped up and miserable!" Qinik delivers this advice with such unabashed friendliness and openess, you'd think he was talking to his oldest friend instead of someone he'd just met.

Qinik takes a seat with an audible sigh, looking about as though expecting tea and biscuit. Not seeing any in evidence, he shrugs, and looks back toward their host. "Yes, well, I suppose we should get down to business. I'm quite confidant that we can work together for our mutual benefit in this matter. Now urrhm, is this young man going to shut the door as he leaves?" Qinik smiles innocently up at First Horseman Jerrii, taking any sting or insult from the comment that might otherwise ruffle feathers.

 

[Dice4Hire]

Is there any background to how we got here, how we know each other, and who we're working for?

If it's up to us, I would propose that we are all members of the Silver Society. Thus we would have been assembled through that organization and gain this task through their contacts. We would all know each other to lesser or greater extent depending on how we want to play it, but we wouldn't be strangers obviously.

Yeah, a nodding acquaintance would probably be best, I think. Or closer if anyone would like to develop that relationship closer. I, too, am the kind of DM who prefers a lot to be done in play.

For Qinik's part, he would have made it no secret to the Society that it was his primary mission to find out more about the Dragon Plague. If it works with the story, he could if fact be one of the primary movers behind this caper, with the others attached as support.

Sure, that can be later on in the campaign.

 

[Dice4Hire]

Qinik takes a seat with an audible sigh, looking about as though expecting tea and biscuit. Not seeing any in evidence, he shrugs, and looks back toward their host. "Yes, well, I suppose we should get down to business. I'm quite confidant that we can work together for our mutual benefit in this matter. Now urrhm, is this young man going to shut the door as he leaves?" Qinik smiles innocently up at First Horseman Jerrii, taking any sting or insult from the comment that might otherwise ruffle feathers.

"One more to come. Then we can get started."

 

[Dice4Hire]

Orwin looks at the door for a few more moments, and then looks at Jerrii, "I thought there was one more..." to which Jerrii replies, "I'll go look for him," and with a bit of a look at the older wizard, leaves the room.


Orwin says in a bit of a petulant voice, "Supposed to be one more. Well, maybe he will show up soon."

And then the man slowly and painfully gets to his feet and you see what poor shape he is really in. Some of it is old injuries, but the rest seems to be self-inflicted. HE gets up and pulls a map case off of a side desk and then spreads it over his desk, falling back into his chair with relief"

He then starts, "We need your help. We have gotten a copy of a very valuable piece of lore from those devilborn in Durul. Might tell us something about what happened there back when they went over to the devils. It is a book, and it is now on the way from Durul to a meeting spot we have picked out about halfway between here and there. An agent of ours got the book and sent word to one of our seers here in the castle that he had it, so we are scrambling a bit to et someone there to get the book back here."

"Do you all know about the devilborn and their acts? Back when they denied us the dragons?"

 

[Goken100]

Qinik looks up sharply at the mention of Dragons, his cheer falling away as his face becomes intense as he regards Orwin sharply. His glare lasts for but a moment, as Qinik remembers himself, returning to his friendlier demeanor.

"First let me say that you are wise to come to the Silver Society for this. We have the capacity you seek, and are only too happy to aid in your noble effort. In this case, our interests parallel your own, so that we will not require monetary reward beyond spoils personally recovered. What we will require is a stake in what is recovered. We will promise to return the item to you as requested, but we must be consulted and be given a voice in determining its fate. And, most importantly, we must be given permission to study it and share in any knowledge gained from this endeavor. But as we are all working for the betterment of the people here, I'm sure that won't be any trouble at all." Qinik adds a beaming smile to this, couching the requirement so as not to seem confrontational in the least.

"Now as to your question... I imagine we are all familiar with the common tale: how the folk of Durul forged a deal with devils in exchange for the Dragon Plague. And that this resulted in the dragons being... "denied" did you say? I wonder if you'd speak of them so if you'd seen their generous rule first hand. In any case, did you have anything to add to the story? Some rare bit of lore not commonly known? By all means, do share, for it may be that knowledge will mean the difference between success and failure."

 

[Walking Dad]

Paelias quietly sits in his shadowy spot he somehow found in the otherwise well-lit room... or did he bring the shadows with him. At first he is mildly disgusted of the frailty of the man before him. His people are not as vulnerable to the rigors of time.

But this piece of lost devil-lore seems quite interesting. Glad that Qinik does the talking and questioning, he leans back, waiting for the answers.