Ladies and gentlemen, I would like thoughts in italics, speach in "quotes," and action between *asterisks.* Out of Character conversation belongs in the OOC thread, but actions that relate directly to your post can be put below. For example
And now, our story begins...
Our Heroes
Erekose 13 - Scinathar, Mojh 3/ Winter Witch 2
Rystil Arden - Vayj Rubyflame, Male Spryte Magister 5
hero4hire - Leondegrance, Male Human Akashic 5
ender wiggen - Ra-Pharod, Male Giant 1/ Greenbond 4
Jolmo - Ke'ch'rhal, Male Dracha 3/ Ritual Warrior 2
RillianPA - Lord Balthazar D’still y Aybara de Silva, Male Quickling Spryte 3/ Unfettered 2
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*Your group arrives in the town of Jerad as the sun draws night to its zenith. A frontier town of five thousand, mostly human, verrik, and litorian, it draws a great deal of visitors from many regions. Strategically placed at the foot of the Elder Mountains at the pass that leads to the port city of Xavel, many travelers pass through its walls.*
*The place is surrounded by a wall that is half stone and half wood. The stone was is obviously new and the wood wall is quite old. Humans labor to erect another section of the stone wall in front of the wood one, providing the growing city with better protection. The gatehouse must have been the first thing to be erected, because it shows some faint signs of weathering. Seven sibeccai wearing sleeveless red tunics and brass armbands guard the gate. They wear chainmail underneath their tunics and carry kopeshs by their sides. Two of them stand at strict attention on either side of the gate, wearing helms, glaives grounded at their sides. Each guard also has a light crossbow at his waist.*
*Each person arriving is subject to careful search of their packs, wagons, and goods. The guards are unhurried, even though the day is warm for spring. It is Fourthmonth by the common reconning, Ko-Fenas for the giants, Fathereye to the faen, and Coppertail by the draconic calendar. Today is Waterday, the second day of the week, in the second week of the month.*
*You group attracts a lot of attention. Two scaley, two flying, one human, one giant; everyone gives you a wide berth. However, even your strangeness cannot detract from the drama going on at the guardhouse right now. A group of peasants seeking employment as herders is trying to gain entrance. Behind them is a prosperous tradesman leading two laden donkeys. A sibeccai bodyguard stands unobtrusively nearby. You're right behind him and can easily hear all that transpires.*
"Seeking to be herders, eh? Well, there's no shortage of positions, and at fair wages too," one of the guards is saying.
"Want to tell them why there's so many openings? Why so many herders have just gone missing?" the tradesman says in an arrogant voice.
"Not missing, not missing at all. There have been accidents due to falls and wild beasts. This is rough country, and bears and wolves after the winter are always hungry. People have been hurt, but no one's vanished. Whatever gave you that idea?" the guardsman explains, eyeing the tradesman warily.
"Not what my brother told me. Said a pair of vuldrogs set up shop nearby and have been making off with the herders. Just snatch them up with their talons like they're rabbits and take them hope to play with and eat," the tradesman says with ghoulish relish.
"Hold your tongue! That's absolutely ridiculous. There have been no vuldrogs this far down the mountain in twenty years. And we've had no reports of such things that couldn't easily be ontributed to dunkeness or a sleep-addled mind. You people, go in, and pay no mind to his man's ramblings. Trader, to the side! You people, with the giant in your group, you're next," the guard says with heat in his voice.
*The herders scuttle inside, still looking frightened. The trader and his bodyguard move off to the side, the trader still with a smug smile on his face. Your group moves ahead while the guard recovers his dignity and temper.*
"I need to know your names, search your packs, know your business in Jerad, and catelog your weapons," he says when you've assembled.
Ok? You can use colors in your text, but I have to be able to read them. Also, turn off your sigs when posting, and please put your name and race in the title of your posts.*Kayla headed towards the small village, a bit of fear deep in her stomach.*
Will they welcome me here? I wish I knew...
"Stop! Who goes there?" came a voice. A man stepped out from behind a tree, bow and arrow at the ready.
*Kayla halted and remained still, though her hands itched to reach for her own bow.*
"I am Kayla, a traveler and hunter. I seek passage to Treeroot Tor to sell my skills."
OOC - Diplomacy +5
And now, our story begins...
Our Heroes
Erekose 13 - Scinathar, Mojh 3/ Winter Witch 2
Rystil Arden - Vayj Rubyflame, Male Spryte Magister 5
hero4hire - Leondegrance, Male Human Akashic 5
ender wiggen - Ra-Pharod, Male Giant 1/ Greenbond 4
Jolmo - Ke'ch'rhal, Male Dracha 3/ Ritual Warrior 2
RillianPA - Lord Balthazar D’still y Aybara de Silva, Male Quickling Spryte 3/ Unfettered 2
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*Your group arrives in the town of Jerad as the sun draws night to its zenith. A frontier town of five thousand, mostly human, verrik, and litorian, it draws a great deal of visitors from many regions. Strategically placed at the foot of the Elder Mountains at the pass that leads to the port city of Xavel, many travelers pass through its walls.*
*The place is surrounded by a wall that is half stone and half wood. The stone was is obviously new and the wood wall is quite old. Humans labor to erect another section of the stone wall in front of the wood one, providing the growing city with better protection. The gatehouse must have been the first thing to be erected, because it shows some faint signs of weathering. Seven sibeccai wearing sleeveless red tunics and brass armbands guard the gate. They wear chainmail underneath their tunics and carry kopeshs by their sides. Two of them stand at strict attention on either side of the gate, wearing helms, glaives grounded at their sides. Each guard also has a light crossbow at his waist.*
*Each person arriving is subject to careful search of their packs, wagons, and goods. The guards are unhurried, even though the day is warm for spring. It is Fourthmonth by the common reconning, Ko-Fenas for the giants, Fathereye to the faen, and Coppertail by the draconic calendar. Today is Waterday, the second day of the week, in the second week of the month.*
*You group attracts a lot of attention. Two scaley, two flying, one human, one giant; everyone gives you a wide berth. However, even your strangeness cannot detract from the drama going on at the guardhouse right now. A group of peasants seeking employment as herders is trying to gain entrance. Behind them is a prosperous tradesman leading two laden donkeys. A sibeccai bodyguard stands unobtrusively nearby. You're right behind him and can easily hear all that transpires.*
"Seeking to be herders, eh? Well, there's no shortage of positions, and at fair wages too," one of the guards is saying.
"Want to tell them why there's so many openings? Why so many herders have just gone missing?" the tradesman says in an arrogant voice.
"Not missing, not missing at all. There have been accidents due to falls and wild beasts. This is rough country, and bears and wolves after the winter are always hungry. People have been hurt, but no one's vanished. Whatever gave you that idea?" the guardsman explains, eyeing the tradesman warily.
"Not what my brother told me. Said a pair of vuldrogs set up shop nearby and have been making off with the herders. Just snatch them up with their talons like they're rabbits and take them hope to play with and eat," the tradesman says with ghoulish relish.
"Hold your tongue! That's absolutely ridiculous. There have been no vuldrogs this far down the mountain in twenty years. And we've had no reports of such things that couldn't easily be ontributed to dunkeness or a sleep-addled mind. You people, go in, and pay no mind to his man's ramblings. Trader, to the side! You people, with the giant in your group, you're next," the guard says with heat in his voice.
*The herders scuttle inside, still looking frightened. The trader and his bodyguard move off to the side, the trader still with a smug smile on his face. Your group moves ahead while the guard recovers his dignity and temper.*
"I need to know your names, search your packs, know your business in Jerad, and catelog your weapons," he says when you've assembled.