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<blockquote data-quote="Xorn" data-source="post: 4335118" data-attributes="member: 61231"><p>It was the third morning since they had left the town of Fallcrest shrinking behind them, and songbirds were chirping merrily as the band of adventurers made their way up a winding path, climbing the rolling slopes of the lower foothills towards Winterhaven. The small, stone walled village was visible in the distance now, highlighted crisply by the sun splashing across its face, just now beginning to peak over the thick canopy of the dark forest lands that were slowly giving way to the Cairngorn Mountains further to the east. A bluish green haze of angular, rocky peaks clawed at the sky, and made the growing walls of Winterhaven look miniscule and insignificant.</p><p></p><p>“I tell ya what,” blurted Percy, trailing behind the towering warlord that marched in front of him, “this road has a serious infestation problem.” He was eyeing the thinning forest warily, “I gotta admit, I’m getting a little tired of killing kobolds!”</p><p></p><p>“Ye’re not tired o’ cuttin’ ther thumbs off though, are ye?” asked Omar, a dozen steps ahead of the warlord, leading their journey to the town that was now in sight. Percy had insisted on collecting the thumbs from the eight kobolds that had ambushed them only an hour before, almost within sight of the town. As they had entered a narrow pass that had been created ages ago by the weight of the looming mountains above them, the small assailants had swarmed after them, incorrectly deciding that four lone travelers would be an easy target.</p><p></p><p>“You never know,” pointed out the halfling, “they might be paying a bounty in the town!”</p><p></p><p>Daichot shrugged at the halfling’s logic. While they had won enough coin from the venture into the Kobold Hall to stay in the best inn Fallcrest had, the money would not last forever. As they got closer to the town, the forest had completely given way to rocky grassland, and the occasional thatch cottage sprouted up from the terrain along the road, overlooking well-tended farmland. Once on the way up the sloping trail to the walls of the town they noticed a group of field hands had stopped their work to watch the heavily armed and armored companions walking to the city gates.</p><p></p><p>“Do these look like terrified people to you, Omar?”</p><p></p><p>The dwarf answered the tiefling without looking back, “Cinnae say ‘at they do, lad.” He lowered his maul off of his shoulder as he walked across the worn pathway. “Matter of fact, they just look, curious, ta’ me.” Percy was waving to them enthusiastically, willing to accept any attention as a hero’s welcome. One of the workers waved back hesitantly.</p><p></p><p>“They don’t know who you are, Percy.” Daichot reminded the halfling, slightly annoyed.</p><p></p><p>“How do you know?” The rogue challenged, “Maybe our reputation precedes us!”</p><p></p><p>Daichot didn’t seem to have a lot of patience for Percy after prolonged exposure to the halfling, and did not drop the point. “I didn’t see anyone pass us on the road from Fallcrest,” Percy seemed like he was going to interrupt when the warlord looked over his shoulder, “and I’m pretty sure that if anyone had flow to Winterhaven on a dragon to tell them we were coming to help—“ the sarcasm was heavy in his words, “they would have just flown us over to Winterhaven in the first place.”</p><p></p><p>Percy looked a little miffed, but had no immediate argument to the statement. “Well, maybe it was a small dragon,” was all he could come up with, and he mumbled the comment with about the same conviction as the comment held merit.</p><p></p><p>“No one has traveled within earshot of the road without my notice,” proclaimed Oleaf reassuringly.</p><p></p><p>It took twenty more minutes to get up to the gates of the town, which was really not much more than a bunch of semi-sturdy buildings packed into a walled in rectangle. Omar seemed impressed with the stonework of the structure, even though is wasn’t dwarven in design, it was sturdy, and had stood for several centuries, at least. Two human guards, wearing cured leather armor and leaning casually on spears from atop the gatehouse hailed them.</p><p></p><p>“Omar Irontoe, of the Irontoe clan, come from Fallcrest to yer summons fer aid!” answered the dwarf.</p><p></p><p>“Daichot.” He pulled off his helm, feeling a cool morning breeze that was fluttering down out of the mountains cool his red scalp, which was a sharp contrast to the mat of blue hair that was damp with sweat and tangled from the confines of his helmet. Silver eyes sparkled as he smiled up to the guards. “Also here to answer your call to arms.” He motioned behind him to the other two. “As are these two—“ he pointed at the halfling, then to the elf, “Percy and Oleaf”.</p><p></p><p>“Percy the Dragonslayer!” whispered the rogue harshly, but Daichot didn’t listen to him.</p><p></p><p>The guard that hailed them whispered something to the other, who shook his head and whispered back. The were alternating confused glances between each other and the adventures standing at the gates.</p><p></p><p>“They don’t know what you’re talking about.” Offered Oleaf.</p><p></p><p>Daichot repressed the annoyed retort he was about to offer to her statement of the obvious, and Omar saved his stalled expression by talking first. “Ye can hear a beetle breathin’ lass, so I mean well when I say I dinnae need ya ta tell me they think we’re crazy.” The fighter let his maul thump to the ground, leaning on the handle and called up to the guards.</p><p></p><p>“Well, the lord warden of Fallcrest paid us jus’ ta come help ya out—so if’n nobody thought ta tell ya that ya need help, maybe ye could point us to tha person that woulda told tha lord warden, ya need help.” The dwarf looked back at the group for approval, and Percy chipped in.</p><p></p><p>“We were ambushed by kobolds an hour ago, on the way here!” he informed them enthusiastically. “We killed ‘em—they were just kobolds after all—but if you ask me, you all need some help.” One of the guards had walked back out of sight beyond the parapets, and the other man addressed them again.</p><p></p><p>“Welcome to Winterhaven, travelers. Thank you for the news of the kobold attack, we will notify Lord Padraig immediately. If you wish to wait at the Wrafton Inn, you’ll find it located just inside the gates, or if you have other business I will find you when Padraig can see you.”</p><p></p><p>Omar looked up to Daichot, who looked about the rest of the group. “I’m hungry,” said the warlord, “how about the rest of you?” Seeing them nod with varying levels of enthusiasm, Daichot responded to the guard, “We’ll be at the inn, for now.”</p><p></p><p>“Hey!” yelled Percy, “any chance you guys will pay a bounty for proof of slain kobolds? I’ve got the thumbs of sixteen of them from our battle!”</p><p></p><p>The guard shook his head, “No, m’Lord has not issued any bounty that I’m aware of, but I’m sure that he will pay for your meals, at the least!”</p><p></p><p>That answer satisfied Percy, and he followed Omar and Daichot into the town. Behind him, Oleaf posed a question to him quietly, “Sixteen? There were eight.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah” admitted the halfling sheepishly, “but you’d be surprised how much a kobold’s thumbs look like their big toes.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Xorn, post: 4335118, member: 61231"] It was the third morning since they had left the town of Fallcrest shrinking behind them, and songbirds were chirping merrily as the band of adventurers made their way up a winding path, climbing the rolling slopes of the lower foothills towards Winterhaven. The small, stone walled village was visible in the distance now, highlighted crisply by the sun splashing across its face, just now beginning to peak over the thick canopy of the dark forest lands that were slowly giving way to the Cairngorn Mountains further to the east. A bluish green haze of angular, rocky peaks clawed at the sky, and made the growing walls of Winterhaven look miniscule and insignificant. “I tell ya what,” blurted Percy, trailing behind the towering warlord that marched in front of him, “this road has a serious infestation problem.” He was eyeing the thinning forest warily, “I gotta admit, I’m getting a little tired of killing kobolds!” “Ye’re not tired o’ cuttin’ ther thumbs off though, are ye?” asked Omar, a dozen steps ahead of the warlord, leading their journey to the town that was now in sight. Percy had insisted on collecting the thumbs from the eight kobolds that had ambushed them only an hour before, almost within sight of the town. As they had entered a narrow pass that had been created ages ago by the weight of the looming mountains above them, the small assailants had swarmed after them, incorrectly deciding that four lone travelers would be an easy target. “You never know,” pointed out the halfling, “they might be paying a bounty in the town!” Daichot shrugged at the halfling’s logic. While they had won enough coin from the venture into the Kobold Hall to stay in the best inn Fallcrest had, the money would not last forever. As they got closer to the town, the forest had completely given way to rocky grassland, and the occasional thatch cottage sprouted up from the terrain along the road, overlooking well-tended farmland. Once on the way up the sloping trail to the walls of the town they noticed a group of field hands had stopped their work to watch the heavily armed and armored companions walking to the city gates. “Do these look like terrified people to you, Omar?” The dwarf answered the tiefling without looking back, “Cinnae say ‘at they do, lad.” He lowered his maul off of his shoulder as he walked across the worn pathway. “Matter of fact, they just look, curious, ta’ me.” Percy was waving to them enthusiastically, willing to accept any attention as a hero’s welcome. One of the workers waved back hesitantly. “They don’t know who you are, Percy.” Daichot reminded the halfling, slightly annoyed. “How do you know?” The rogue challenged, “Maybe our reputation precedes us!” Daichot didn’t seem to have a lot of patience for Percy after prolonged exposure to the halfling, and did not drop the point. “I didn’t see anyone pass us on the road from Fallcrest,” Percy seemed like he was going to interrupt when the warlord looked over his shoulder, “and I’m pretty sure that if anyone had flow to Winterhaven on a dragon to tell them we were coming to help—“ the sarcasm was heavy in his words, “they would have just flown us over to Winterhaven in the first place.” Percy looked a little miffed, but had no immediate argument to the statement. “Well, maybe it was a small dragon,” was all he could come up with, and he mumbled the comment with about the same conviction as the comment held merit. “No one has traveled within earshot of the road without my notice,” proclaimed Oleaf reassuringly. It took twenty more minutes to get up to the gates of the town, which was really not much more than a bunch of semi-sturdy buildings packed into a walled in rectangle. Omar seemed impressed with the stonework of the structure, even though is wasn’t dwarven in design, it was sturdy, and had stood for several centuries, at least. Two human guards, wearing cured leather armor and leaning casually on spears from atop the gatehouse hailed them. “Omar Irontoe, of the Irontoe clan, come from Fallcrest to yer summons fer aid!” answered the dwarf. “Daichot.” He pulled off his helm, feeling a cool morning breeze that was fluttering down out of the mountains cool his red scalp, which was a sharp contrast to the mat of blue hair that was damp with sweat and tangled from the confines of his helmet. Silver eyes sparkled as he smiled up to the guards. “Also here to answer your call to arms.” He motioned behind him to the other two. “As are these two—“ he pointed at the halfling, then to the elf, “Percy and Oleaf”. “Percy the Dragonslayer!” whispered the rogue harshly, but Daichot didn’t listen to him. The guard that hailed them whispered something to the other, who shook his head and whispered back. The were alternating confused glances between each other and the adventures standing at the gates. “They don’t know what you’re talking about.” Offered Oleaf. Daichot repressed the annoyed retort he was about to offer to her statement of the obvious, and Omar saved his stalled expression by talking first. “Ye can hear a beetle breathin’ lass, so I mean well when I say I dinnae need ya ta tell me they think we’re crazy.” The fighter let his maul thump to the ground, leaning on the handle and called up to the guards. “Well, the lord warden of Fallcrest paid us jus’ ta come help ya out—so if’n nobody thought ta tell ya that ya need help, maybe ye could point us to tha person that woulda told tha lord warden, ya need help.” The dwarf looked back at the group for approval, and Percy chipped in. “We were ambushed by kobolds an hour ago, on the way here!” he informed them enthusiastically. “We killed ‘em—they were just kobolds after all—but if you ask me, you all need some help.” One of the guards had walked back out of sight beyond the parapets, and the other man addressed them again. “Welcome to Winterhaven, travelers. Thank you for the news of the kobold attack, we will notify Lord Padraig immediately. If you wish to wait at the Wrafton Inn, you’ll find it located just inside the gates, or if you have other business I will find you when Padraig can see you.” Omar looked up to Daichot, who looked about the rest of the group. “I’m hungry,” said the warlord, “how about the rest of you?” Seeing them nod with varying levels of enthusiasm, Daichot responded to the guard, “We’ll be at the inn, for now.” “Hey!” yelled Percy, “any chance you guys will pay a bounty for proof of slain kobolds? I’ve got the thumbs of sixteen of them from our battle!” The guard shook his head, “No, m’Lord has not issued any bounty that I’m aware of, but I’m sure that he will pay for your meals, at the least!” That answer satisfied Percy, and he followed Omar and Daichot into the town. Behind him, Oleaf posed a question to him quietly, “Sixteen? There were eight.” “Yeah” admitted the halfling sheepishly, “but you’d be surprised how much a kobold’s thumbs look like their big toes.” [/QUOTE]
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