D&D 5E The Fifth City - Episode 1: The Gathering

[pathfinderq1]

"It was those same men, the ones from the dock. I saw them at the tavern earlier, but had no thought to provoke them to further trouble. When I left, though, I got turned around in the streets- it is all much more chaotic and crowded than what I am used to..." At last, she slid the arrow back into the quiver, and paused her speech long enough to unstring the heavy longbow. "I turned a corner and almost ran headlong into them, where they had stopped to speak with another man- it was that fellow who was on the boat with us- was it really only this morning? He seemed quite upset when he recognized me- there were angry words, threats, and with few witnesses on that street, weapons were drawn. I'm not ashamed to say that I ran, instead of staying to fight. That other fellow, Del Varner, if I remember it right- he ran as well, but the other men were more hostile, though hardly as quick..." Up close, it looks as if the wound on her arm is a shallow cut, more painful than dangerous- but part of that is because her heavy jacket is apparently cloth-covered armor of some sort.

 

[Queenie]

"That sounds terrible, not a very pleasant way to start out in our fair city. Um, did we get your name earlier? My name is Amisi," she points around the group, "That is Markus, also of the Mages, Felix of the City Guard, that big guy is Korgon and our newcomer, Veer. I'm not sure yet what he does." She pauses. "What are we standing out here for?" When she is reminded the door is locked, she rifles through her pocket. "Markus, don't you have a key?" She shakes her head and hands the key to Markus so they can get inside.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"She is the lady Lenya."

 

[Fenris]

Korgon growls deep in his throat. "We may need to go hunting this evening. Those remora have caused enough trouble. Taking them down a notch or two will hamstring N'Grath a bit as well."

 

[Dr Simon]

Veer approaches the elf cautiously. She sees before her a very un-tiefling like tiefling, with a harmless-looking round face and small horns. He gestures to her injury.

"You're, er, you're hurt," he says. "I can, I can, er, help with that. If you don't mind, that is."

 

[pathfinderq1]

"She is the lady Lenya."

The elven woman bowed her head once more. "I am Lenya. I am many things, but not a Lady..." Rather unusually for an elf, she does not announce any titles of clan, fane, or lineage, and when she pulls back the hood of her jacket, one can see that her hair is close-cropped, nearly shaved- without the braids that most elves use to show status or family...

 

[pathfinderq1]

Korgon growls deep in his throat. "We may need to go hunting this evening. Those remora have caused enough trouble. Taking them down a notch or two will hamstring N'Grath a bit as well."

"I cannot advocate for violence, but one can neither fear violence, nor allow it to fester unchecked." Lenya's voice was firm, but still barely louder than a whisper. "But if you do wish to hunt them, I can show you where I ran into them."

 

[pathfinderq1]

Veer approaches the elf cautiously. She sees before her a very un-tiefling like tiefling, with a harmless-looking round face and small horns. He gestures to her injury.

"You're, er, you're hurt," he says. "I can, I can, er, help with that. If you don't mind, that is."

The young elven woman turned to face the unusual tiefling- she had seen few of those folk over the years, and had little knowledge of their ways. She bowed, deeply, very much the bow of a servant before a noble, and as usual her voice was soft and quiet. "I appreciate you offer, but it is a minor wound. If you are a healer of skill, I would not have you waste your talents on one such as me."

 

[Dr Simon]

Veer flaps a hand as if batting away the compliment on his skills.

"Oh, psssh," he says. "I'm not exactly, you know, skilled. I just have, er, you know, some natural ability in that area, I mean...." His straightens slightly from his habitual stoop. "My father used to say that he thought I had more celestial in me than fiend," he says wistfully, and then his shoulders fold up again. "I don't think he meant it as, you know, as, a, er, compliment," he adds quietly.

 

[Scotley]

Felix fumes silently as the story is related. When his finally speaks his voice is deceptively calm. "I think that locking those boys up would be in the best interests of the city. If you all are not tired I would welcome your help in rounding them up." He quirks an eyebrow in question.