Mellubb's Xen'drik Heroes

[Ruslanchik]

Wanderer waits quietly near Siroc and Honor. He is content to observe the mass of beings from a distance. That is, until he sees the dwarf wearing the sign of the Traveler. Then his curiosity gets the best of him. He approaches the dwarf, bows, and says, "Greetings master dwarf. I see you wear the sign of the Traveler. I am a student of religion myself and would like to know what benefit your faith brings you and if you can teach me a song or a chant?"

 

[Walking Dad]

Honor

Siroc is just casually hanging around enjoying some fruit when he sees a warforged approaching. He squints slightly and realizes it is one of the ones he spoke to outside.

You are the one named Honor, right? You are a cleric or a paladin? I'm sorry if I don't remember which. Well so far, it looks like we might be selected. Far more turnout than I expected. Must be a lot of peole expecting a reward.

Honor answers in a deep metallic voice: "Yes, I'm the one called Honor, paladin of the Host. Wanderer here is a cleric in search of a god, but with good intents. What is your religion?"

"Yes, they need to learn that every good deed will be rewarded. Most see only the worldly gain."

 

[Mellubb]

OOC: Glad to see you Frost

The Dwarf looks up at Wanderer. "The Traveler teaches us not to always trust our eyes. He teaches that not everything is as it appears. And to enjoy the journey of life for all it is worth." With that he also sings a tune I am not creative enough to write.

 

[Graybeard]

My tribe has no God as it were. Instead we worship and pay homage to the great dragons of the sky. Siroc answers Honor.

I admit I know so little of the faiths of other lands. I have spent my time in Argonnesse or here in Stormreach.

 

[frostrune]

Dreth raises his head slowly at the mention of his name and the vibrant green eyes just visible below his hood confirm his identity.

He seems to hesitate for a moment ultimately moving toward Siroc and the powerful warforged.

He seems to gather himself up before speaking, "Greetings Siroc, I see we have all made it at least this far?"

"And who is your new companion?"

He seems to pause slightly as if searching for the right word.

 

[Ruslanchik]

Having gotten what he sought from the dwarf, (this is truly a varied world we were created in, he thinks) Wanderer joins Honor, Siroc, and the unknown human.

He stands watching the humans and warforged making their introductions and chatting cordially. He is struck at that moment that there must be a god watching over the warforged. When many of the forged still walking the earth were forged they were considered slaves, useful only as long as they could provide a service to a human or elf. Now, just a few short years later, warforged who have chosen their own pursuits speak as equals with humans clearly of noble birth. He will double his prayers this evening.

 

[Graybeard]

Dreth, this is my new friend Honor. He is very religious. I am learning new things from him.

Then, getting a closer look at Dreth,

Are you alright? You look sick. I think there's a cleric around here if you need one.

 

[Walking Dad]

Honor

"Yes, I'm called Honor. Greetings, friend of Siroc. Can I inquire your name, religion and profession? I'm paladin of the Host." Honor says a little bit rude.

 

[frostrune]

Dreth, this is my new friend Honor. He is very religious. I am learning new things from him.

Then, getting a closer look at Dreth,

Are you alright? You look sick. I think there's a cleric around here if you need one.

"HA", Dreth chuckles reflexively. "This is my badge of honor. Hangovers are the gods way of punishing you for having a too much fun."

Turning to Honor, "Forgive me," he bows. "I am Dreth the Dragoneye. Glad to make your acquaintance."

 

[Mellubb]

As the day goes on the leader of the warforged finally enters the room and announces ”We have made a decision. Will the following personnel please make your way toward me? Alex Durgon, Honor, Olgen, Wanderer, Bones, Dreth The Dragoneye, and Siroc. The rest of you, thank you for wanting to help but you are not needed at this time. My troops will show you the exit.” The squad of warforged escort the rest of the people out like cattle and you are alone with the warforged leader. “My name is Pious. The Harbor Lord will be here momentarily, Sorry to keep you waiting.” As he finishes his sentence a hand clasps him on the shoulder. He looks back for a second and then snaps to attention.
”Thank you Pious that will be all” The man says as he enters the rooms. Pious expertly conducts a right facing movement and the leaves the area. ”Greetings I am Harbor Lord Jonas Wylkes. Thank you for your wanting to help me. I know what you are thinking. ‘Why is this merchant/privateer concerned about missing children? He has never cared about this kind of things before. Why now?’ That is what I would be thinking if I were in your shoes. So I guess you know then that one of the missing children must be related to me. And you are right. My nephew was one of the children kidnapped and my sister will not let me sleep at night until he is found. This was left in his bed he says as he unfold a piece of parchment. Through certain divinations we were able to learn that it is a symbol of an ancient hobgoblin cult whose name when loosely interpreted means ‘In Worldly Service’ We have found the particular hobgoblin that dropped this parchment and located where he lives. The is an ancient mining camp about 30 miles out side of Stormreach. We believe the children are being used as slave labor there. Please you must help me!”