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<blockquote data-quote="Xaltar" data-source="post: 2276" data-attributes="member: 480"><p>-------------------------------------------</p><p>Session 1 - Part 1: The Adventure Begins...</p><p>-------------------------------------------</p><p>Just your typical day in Ashabenford, one of the larger settlements located within Mistledale:</p><p></p><p>It all began around mid-afternoon in The Velvet Veil when a young ranger of the Dales walked in and asked the bartender of local happenings. The bartender motioned to a small and awkward looking man who was trying feverishly to adhere a "Wanted" poster to the wall near the entrance. This comment caused the majority of the patrons to look over at the struggling man. Embarrassed by his incompetence, he turned and barked at the crowd that they could all read the sign when he was finished.</p><p></p><p>As Holden the ranger leaned back against the bar to continue his conversation with the barkeep, he noticed a very strange man sitting beside him. The man was beyond weathered. His skin was tanned and rough like leather. He wore several furs that were layered over heavy chainmail. Beside him stood a greatclub that balanced on it's own massive weight. Nothing about this man struck Holden as odd until the man drew forth a glass of fine wine and sipped from it with the daintiness of an elf. Seeing the surprised look on the young ranger's face, the barkeep smiled and backed away while nodding his head. He apparently foresaw a conversation that he had been privy to far too many times.</p><p></p><p>Almost instantly a conversation brewed between the two men, and if they had taken the time to glance around the room, they would have noticed that half of the patrons had their ears cocked in their direction trying to eavesdrop onto the conversation as best they could. In a gruff and almost guttural voice the barbarian, who introduced himself as Roughner, conveyed his disgust for the fact that he was sitting in town drinking, (of all things), a glass of wine. He went on without provocation into a rant about how he has lost his rage, and in the process become almost dainty. He attempted to slam his glass against the bar, but faltered at the last moment setting it gently down next to what appeared to be a blackened skull. Holden, who had been trying to repress a smirk, suddenly changed his expression as he viewed the hideous skull.</p><p></p><p>Roughner, noticing Holden's stare, went on to describe how he had managed to demolish a troll and held him down into a pit of fire. He described how when the flesh of the troll had melted away, he pulled the skull forth from the ashes and carved out the center to fashion a helm. After his story, he placed the helm upon his head and slapped it a few times to confirm that it was in place. Those with fine hearing could hear several sounds of disgust from the other patrons.</p><p></p><p>Holden, convinced that a man who wore a hollowed troll skull should not be drinking a glass of wine with his pinky outstretched, recommended that Roughner seek a powerful cleric to rid him of this apparent curse. Roughner frowned and pointed to the empty glass and stated that he just drank the last of his wealth, and he most likely wasn't going to have such magic performed cheaply (not that the thought of being the target of such magic comforted the barbarian). </p><p></p><p>Just then a local man looked up from his drink across the bar. With etched features and a jaw wider then the hilt of his sword, the young fighter heaved up a pouch of coins on the bar, and slid 10 gold towards the barbarian. "Consider this a gift from the VonLeers."</p><p></p><p>Holden recognized the man as a VonLeer even before the man stated his family's name. They all possessed those similar features, and the family could be found all over the Dales. What had really shocked Holden was the fact that the VonLeers were commonly known to be, "Almost as snooty as they are stingy." Perhaps this one is different he thought. After the VonLeer joined in on the conversation, they learned that his name was Hunter VonLeer.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile in the bar, a very average looking human male approached a very unusual looking young woman who was center at one of the taverns center tables scribing into her journal. This woman's history was well known to almost anyone who passed through this town since she was often the topic of much gossip and wives tales. The result of her heritage was that of a half-drow, who was accepted in town, but not without the price of much ridicule and harassment. The man known as Drexel had his own reasoning for initiating this conversation, but Ziona had no objections to having someone to talk to. Without a friend to her name, she welcomed the interaction. Unbeknownst to both of them, another dark and secretive man lurking at a nearby table was also listening to their conversation to the best of his ability. Although this became a difficult task as a very loud and boisterous dwarf broke into song as he continued to add to empty mugs that lined his table.</p><p></p><p>At this point the feeble man had finished adhering the "Wanted" poster to the wall of the tavern and announced as if he had just crafted some magnificent piece of art, that the document was now available for viewing. Suddenly there was an overwhelming sound of numerous chairs sliding out from tables as the abundance of adventurers currently in the bar became apparent. Due to the awkwardness of the situation, a few people sat back down, while others moved swiftly towards the posting.</p><p></p><p>Of the first there were Drexel and Ziona. They quickly read that this sign was offering a bounty to the capture of those responsible for raids being conducted in the area of Galath's Roost. A small garrison had been sent to the investigate Galath's Roost, the area believed to be the raiders' base of operations, and had not returned. The bounty offered was 100 gold for each raider captured alive, and 25 gold for proof of any raider killed. </p><p></p><p>Upon reading the poster, Drexel turned to notice that the exceptionally quiet man who was sitting near them was now peering over his shoulder reading the text as well. Drexel managed to get a good glance at this man; who was wearing a jet-black suit under his travelers’ cloak: But Drexel didn't really think much of it at the time. By the time Drexel turned back towards Ziona, the man was gone.</p><p></p><p>Intrigued as well, Holden broke off from the conversation with Roughner and Hunter to investigate the sign himself. After quickly skimming the contents of the sign, the cunning ranger returned to the bar and said, "Roughner, I think we just found how to get you that money!" </p><p></p><p>The word "money" interested Hunter instantly, not surprising any onlooker...he was a VonLeer after all. This magical word also drew forth Drexel who was accompanied by Ziona. Within seconds a the details of an adventuring party were being discussed, with Drexel stating several times, "We split everything equally, five ways."</p><p></p><p>Just as they were agreeing that they would form their group, Drexel asked Ziona to pull down the posting. The eavesdropping, (and feigning drunk) dwarf took this as his queue and smoothly sprung from his seat, walked up to the sign and pulled it down. As Ziona began walking towards the sign, her eyes widened in disbelief as the dwarf placed the poster under his arm. Appalled, Drexel began trading some harsh words with the dwarf. The party quickly calmed as it was recommended that the dwarf just join the group rather then fighting about who should claim the poster.</p><p></p><p>All in agreement, Roughner the barbarian, Drexel the wizard, Hunter VonLeer the fighter, Holden the ranger, Ziona the half-drow cleric, and Borghain the dwarven rogue gathered their belongings left, heading straight out of town without making a single stop.</p><p></p><p>Only moments after stepping out of the tavern, the group was followed. The silent man from the bar slipped out back and placed his standard clothes in his pack, revealing a jet-black outfit of outstanding make. Quickly he "ran" up the side of the tavern to the roof to watch these adventurers from a distance.</p><p></p><p>-------------------------------------------</p><p>Still more to come...</p><p>-------------------------------------------</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Xaltar, post: 2276, member: 480"] ------------------------------------------- Session 1 - Part 1: The Adventure Begins... ------------------------------------------- Just your typical day in Ashabenford, one of the larger settlements located within Mistledale: It all began around mid-afternoon in The Velvet Veil when a young ranger of the Dales walked in and asked the bartender of local happenings. The bartender motioned to a small and awkward looking man who was trying feverishly to adhere a "Wanted" poster to the wall near the entrance. This comment caused the majority of the patrons to look over at the struggling man. Embarrassed by his incompetence, he turned and barked at the crowd that they could all read the sign when he was finished. As Holden the ranger leaned back against the bar to continue his conversation with the barkeep, he noticed a very strange man sitting beside him. The man was beyond weathered. His skin was tanned and rough like leather. He wore several furs that were layered over heavy chainmail. Beside him stood a greatclub that balanced on it's own massive weight. Nothing about this man struck Holden as odd until the man drew forth a glass of fine wine and sipped from it with the daintiness of an elf. Seeing the surprised look on the young ranger's face, the barkeep smiled and backed away while nodding his head. He apparently foresaw a conversation that he had been privy to far too many times. Almost instantly a conversation brewed between the two men, and if they had taken the time to glance around the room, they would have noticed that half of the patrons had their ears cocked in their direction trying to eavesdrop onto the conversation as best they could. In a gruff and almost guttural voice the barbarian, who introduced himself as Roughner, conveyed his disgust for the fact that he was sitting in town drinking, (of all things), a glass of wine. He went on without provocation into a rant about how he has lost his rage, and in the process become almost dainty. He attempted to slam his glass against the bar, but faltered at the last moment setting it gently down next to what appeared to be a blackened skull. Holden, who had been trying to repress a smirk, suddenly changed his expression as he viewed the hideous skull. Roughner, noticing Holden's stare, went on to describe how he had managed to demolish a troll and held him down into a pit of fire. He described how when the flesh of the troll had melted away, he pulled the skull forth from the ashes and carved out the center to fashion a helm. After his story, he placed the helm upon his head and slapped it a few times to confirm that it was in place. Those with fine hearing could hear several sounds of disgust from the other patrons. Holden, convinced that a man who wore a hollowed troll skull should not be drinking a glass of wine with his pinky outstretched, recommended that Roughner seek a powerful cleric to rid him of this apparent curse. Roughner frowned and pointed to the empty glass and stated that he just drank the last of his wealth, and he most likely wasn't going to have such magic performed cheaply (not that the thought of being the target of such magic comforted the barbarian). Just then a local man looked up from his drink across the bar. With etched features and a jaw wider then the hilt of his sword, the young fighter heaved up a pouch of coins on the bar, and slid 10 gold towards the barbarian. "Consider this a gift from the VonLeers." Holden recognized the man as a VonLeer even before the man stated his family's name. They all possessed those similar features, and the family could be found all over the Dales. What had really shocked Holden was the fact that the VonLeers were commonly known to be, "Almost as snooty as they are stingy." Perhaps this one is different he thought. After the VonLeer joined in on the conversation, they learned that his name was Hunter VonLeer. Meanwhile in the bar, a very average looking human male approached a very unusual looking young woman who was center at one of the taverns center tables scribing into her journal. This woman's history was well known to almost anyone who passed through this town since she was often the topic of much gossip and wives tales. The result of her heritage was that of a half-drow, who was accepted in town, but not without the price of much ridicule and harassment. The man known as Drexel had his own reasoning for initiating this conversation, but Ziona had no objections to having someone to talk to. Without a friend to her name, she welcomed the interaction. Unbeknownst to both of them, another dark and secretive man lurking at a nearby table was also listening to their conversation to the best of his ability. Although this became a difficult task as a very loud and boisterous dwarf broke into song as he continued to add to empty mugs that lined his table. At this point the feeble man had finished adhering the "Wanted" poster to the wall of the tavern and announced as if he had just crafted some magnificent piece of art, that the document was now available for viewing. Suddenly there was an overwhelming sound of numerous chairs sliding out from tables as the abundance of adventurers currently in the bar became apparent. Due to the awkwardness of the situation, a few people sat back down, while others moved swiftly towards the posting. Of the first there were Drexel and Ziona. They quickly read that this sign was offering a bounty to the capture of those responsible for raids being conducted in the area of Galath's Roost. A small garrison had been sent to the investigate Galath's Roost, the area believed to be the raiders' base of operations, and had not returned. The bounty offered was 100 gold for each raider captured alive, and 25 gold for proof of any raider killed. Upon reading the poster, Drexel turned to notice that the exceptionally quiet man who was sitting near them was now peering over his shoulder reading the text as well. Drexel managed to get a good glance at this man; who was wearing a jet-black suit under his travelers’ cloak: But Drexel didn't really think much of it at the time. By the time Drexel turned back towards Ziona, the man was gone. Intrigued as well, Holden broke off from the conversation with Roughner and Hunter to investigate the sign himself. After quickly skimming the contents of the sign, the cunning ranger returned to the bar and said, "Roughner, I think we just found how to get you that money!" The word "money" interested Hunter instantly, not surprising any onlooker...he was a VonLeer after all. This magical word also drew forth Drexel who was accompanied by Ziona. Within seconds a the details of an adventuring party were being discussed, with Drexel stating several times, "We split everything equally, five ways." Just as they were agreeing that they would form their group, Drexel asked Ziona to pull down the posting. The eavesdropping, (and feigning drunk) dwarf took this as his queue and smoothly sprung from his seat, walked up to the sign and pulled it down. As Ziona began walking towards the sign, her eyes widened in disbelief as the dwarf placed the poster under his arm. Appalled, Drexel began trading some harsh words with the dwarf. The party quickly calmed as it was recommended that the dwarf just join the group rather then fighting about who should claim the poster. All in agreement, Roughner the barbarian, Drexel the wizard, Hunter VonLeer the fighter, Holden the ranger, Ziona the half-drow cleric, and Borghain the dwarven rogue gathered their belongings left, heading straight out of town without making a single stop. Only moments after stepping out of the tavern, the group was followed. The silent man from the bar slipped out back and placed his standard clothes in his pack, revealing a jet-black outfit of outstanding make. Quickly he "ran" up the side of the tavern to the roof to watch these adventurers from a distance. ------------------------------------------- Still more to come... ------------------------------------------- [/QUOTE]
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