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First Post
Here begins the tale inspired by this thread. Characters can be found here, and this is the OOC thread.
Westgate, the Dragon Coast, 12 Flamerule, 1372 DR - A large group of kobolds is hudled around a table in the corner of the Muddy Seaman Inn. Though they did not all arrive together, the crowded common room forced them to the same table.
Xed, Drake, Overkrilliak, Pok, and Darakik are carrying on, discussing their recent departure from their tribe, the Ruby Scale Band, based a tenday's travel from Westgate.
Kurt and T'Ritik, though obviously not together, were just as obviously not with the rest of the kobolds. Still, they tried to make the best of their accomodations, and they seemed to have some things in common.
As the large group conversed, a human man in robes approached the table.
"Good evening, my draconian friends," the man said, "I was hoping you might be able to help me. My name is Brother Lorros, and I am a Namer..."
"I see some of you do not understand that last bit," Brother Lorros paused. "It means I am a servent of Oghma, the Lord of Knowledge."
"In any case," he continued, "there is someting strange going on in Westgate that I have noticed, and we Namers are not prepared to look into it. W eare few here, in Westgate, and in any case, we are not militant. None would suspect you of aiding us, and that too would be an advantage."
"Will you hear my dilemma, friends?"
Westgate, the Dragon Coast, 12 Flamerule, 1372 DR - A large group of kobolds is hudled around a table in the corner of the Muddy Seaman Inn. Though they did not all arrive together, the crowded common room forced them to the same table.
Xed, Drake, Overkrilliak, Pok, and Darakik are carrying on, discussing their recent departure from their tribe, the Ruby Scale Band, based a tenday's travel from Westgate.
Kurt and T'Ritik, though obviously not together, were just as obviously not with the rest of the kobolds. Still, they tried to make the best of their accomodations, and they seemed to have some things in common.
As the large group conversed, a human man in robes approached the table.
"Good evening, my draconian friends," the man said, "I was hoping you might be able to help me. My name is Brother Lorros, and I am a Namer..."
"I see some of you do not understand that last bit," Brother Lorros paused. "It means I am a servent of Oghma, the Lord of Knowledge."
"In any case," he continued, "there is someting strange going on in Westgate that I have noticed, and we Namers are not prepared to look into it. W eare few here, in Westgate, and in any case, we are not militant. None would suspect you of aiding us, and that too would be an advantage."
"Will you hear my dilemma, friends?"