Kulan: Knightfall's Heroes of Carnell Game [IC]

[Knightfall]

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Your time at the Hillwall Inn has been restful, almost idyllic. Both Mazz and Ivoron are good hosts, and they are sorry to see you leave. But, they understand your purpose. Eike must be found and dealt with, and quickly, as Maur's commune seemed to suggest. You make preperations soon after watching Aries, and the villages that chose to return to Carnell, leave. Mazz puts together a bag full of food for the road and a bottle of mushroom wine for Maur. Aureus hugs the two children goodbye. The little girl is sad to see 'her heroes' leave. Her brother has to console her as you ride away from the inn and back into the heath.

Luciky, the weather is significantly better as you set out. The frost of the morning clings to the grasses and scattered trees of the heath and the few places with puddles of water on the road are frozen over. The mood as you ride is calm and serious. None of you are really sure what you're going to face when you finally find Eike. You have a general direction that you know the cultist went, but that's about it. Maur has his own plans for quickly finding the cultist.

Caerth broods on his horse. He is obviously thinking about what Mazz told him and about Aeron's letter. The contents still make him angry. He isn't sure how he'll react when... no, if he ever sees his mentor again. Ivoron had promised to go to the fort and let Caerth's mentor and Lorien know all that has happened. Aureus wrote as much as she could down for him before you left. It is possible that soldiers from the fort might come looking for you, and Eike, but Ivoron wasn't sure if the fort's commander would have men to spare.

Quinn rides quietly with Cruel Justice on his hip. The sword is less moody, but the two seem to still be at odds. Aureus and Qi are getting on famously and every once in a while the hutaakan rogue stifles a laugh, as the two communicate telepathically... likely about "CJ." Phar rides alongside his friend silently while studying the sky for signs of danger.

Angus scouts ahead but not to far.

It takes very little time for you to reach the campsite where you faced Xander and the godly aspect of Druaga. The Pillar of Songs easily guides the way once you are close enough. You find that the campsite seems to be in use, but none of you feel any sense of danger this time. The land seems to speak to Caerth and it is calm with all the typical sounds of nature present.

As you approach, you can see a single figure sitting next to a small campfire. The person is standing and looking towards you as you come down the trail.

OOC: Okay, so I'm going to end there until @MetaVoid has his character ready to go with a name and some background. While I'd prefer for him to make the character a local who was born in Carnell (and has been away for years), I'll leave that decision up to him. At the very least, the character should have a connection to at least one of the PCs.

 

[MetaVoid]

The figure at the campfire stands tall, shield with embossed dragon face facing the group, but weapon staying out of sight. The sword hand is raised up in greeting, not hidden behind the shield. The helm, plain gray iron thing, lays next to the fire.

Long, black hair flows behind him as he watches you. Scale armor he wears is strangely non-bulky, it must be fitted to his body perfectly. It is intense blue in color, each scale glistening, reflecting various shades od azure in the sun. The eyes too are strange, and once you approach, you notice they are yellow, with vertical pupils not unlike cat eyes. There are traces of scars or some other features above the eyes.

Long flowing red robe and boots with dark green trousers complete the rainbow image. This is a person you cannot miss either in combat or entering the room in the city.

"Hail and well met, travelers."

OOC: I cannot find any image of dragonscale husk not of any fully scaled human(oid) except obviously dragonborn.

 

[Neurotic]

"Well met!" Maur looks at Aureus and seeing her still a bit out of focus in communion with Qi continues
"This here is dangerous area, friend. Ogres, demons and worse, elves, are seen in these parts. What is your business here?"
He winks at their own elf to make sure it is understood as a joke it was meant to be.

 

[Tellerian Hawke]

Standing next to Maur is a huge centaur, clad in fine, mithril, chain barding, and carrying a shield which is painted with a heraldic achievement which you do not recognize.

Spoiler: Angus, with shield and sword. Barding not shown.

The centaur is even big for those of his own kind. He towers above the rest of his peers; and yet, he does not present himself with an air of superiority nor arrogance. He looks at you calmly, and nods once to acknowledge your gesture of welcome.

"Angus," he says. "Well met."

 

[MetaVoid]

The stranger nods at Angus.
"I am Litrix Maekrix. You're welcome to my fire. My business, master dwarf, is my own. But I can share it over the salt and bread. Please."
Litrix motions toward the fire, stepping back to leave fire between himself and the group, just in case, still holding the shield, but lowering the arm it rests on.

Once everyone is seated around, he distributes what little food he has.
"I am sent here to investigate rumors of instability in this area. Looking for clues, you might say. Maybe get to know people of the region, to feel what they're thinking of life, universe and everything."

Spoiler: Image

Litrix

 

[Neurotic]

Maur focuses his attention at their host, lenses on his eyes flashing behind the goggles for barest of moments.
"My apologies, Litrix Maekrix." grumbles Maur sliding from his horse in a clatter of armor
"We had a bad experience here, I was...unneccessarily hostile. Maur Deepdelver." He takes the offered seat, considering the man in front of him.
"You might have trouble gong further east. There were hard times for the folk there. Suspicious of strangers. Cultists caused some trouble, which we resolved. Except one or two of them. You might consider that an instability. If you meet duergar wizard posing as a smith named Xander, feel free to kill it with extreme prejudice. He is a wanted murderer and semi-willing servant of death-cult I mentioned."

 

[Tellerian Hawke]

Angus nods and says, "Aye, and in my experience, the best way to get to know someone is to figure out what they believe (or profess to believe) in, and what they are willing to die for. So perhaps, if my compatriots agree, you'd like to join us on our manhunt for Eike...? "

 

[Knightfall]

The figure at the campfire stands tall, shield with embossed dragon face facing the group, but weapon staying out of sight. The sword hand is raised up in greeting, not hidden behind the shield. The helm, plain gray iron thing, lays next to the fire.

Long, black hair flows behind him as he watches you. Scale armor he wears is strangely non-bulky, it must be fitted to his body perfectly. It is intense blue in color, each scale glistening, reflecting various shades of azure in the sun. The eyes too are strange, and once you approach, you notice they are yellow, with vertical pupils not unlike cat eyes. There are traces of scars or some other features above the eyes.

Long flowing red robe and boots with dark green trousers complete the rainbow image. This is a person you cannot miss either in combat or entering the room in the city.

"Hail and well met, travelers."

Caerth looks at the man cautiously. There have been too many surprises lately to trust someone at first glance. And, there seems to be something... unnatural about the man's form. A pang of guilt makes the half-orc druid scowl. Caerth knows many who often looked at him the same way. Kang's presence keeps him wary, and he notices his hand is on the bundled blade, which is tied to his waist.

The half-orc druid only nods to the man. He lets others do the talking. He keeps a eye out for trouble that might be down the trail or hidden in the scrub. He senses nothing out of the ordinary, and Screech is winging overhead with a bird's eyes view.

"Well met!" Maur looks at Aureus and seeing her still a bit out of focus in communion with Qi continues

Aureus doesn't notice Maur looking at her, but she does take note of them man in front of her. Qi seems to be saying something to her and the hutaakan nods silently. She smiles and says a simple, "Hello."

"This here is dangerous area, friend. Ogres, demons and worse, elves, are seen in these parts. What is your business here?"
He winks at their own elf to make sure it is understood as a joke it was meant to be.

Phar gets the dwarf's jest, and he shakes his head. The elf man is smiling. "There are many things to look out for in these hills. Wily dwarves, as well."

He nods to the stranger. "Well met," Phar says. "I am Minvelepharadan Tamlyranth, but you may simply call me 'Phar'." He motions to Aureus sitting on her horse next to his own. "This is Aureus."

Aureus nods to Litrix again with a wry canine smile.

Phar's eyes go to Caerth who has been staring at the stranger during the introductions.

Caerth gets down off his horse without even looking at Phar. "Caerth."

 

[JustinCase]

After introducing himself to the stranger, Caerth mostly ignores him. Instead, he takes his horse and those of the others and secures their reigns to a tree so that they can feast on the grass and leaves nearby.

Confident in his group's ability to take Litrix out in a fight if it would come to that, the half-orc druid does not take any overt precautions. Instead, he gathers some berries, roots and the rare mushroom from the surroundings and places them all on a plate near the fire, free for all to eat.

He himself merely takes a small branch holding a few berries, and sits himself down to chew on them while listening to the others' conversations.

 

[MetaVoid]

Angus nods and says, "Aye, and in my experience, the best way to get to know someone is to figure out what they believe (or profess to believe) in, and what they are willing to die for. So perhaps, if my compatriots agree, you'd like to join us on our manhunt for Eike...? "

The host looks at Angus, focusing the eyes and tilting the head like a bird of prey.
"And what...or who...is this Eike? Why would I join your manhunt if I have my own mission? I admit, I was brought here by a prophetic dream, but you weren't in it. Just a big bad god-demon."

He nods at the rest of the group as the introduction are made. And to Maur specifically
"I am used to suspicion, it's not like I'm inconspicuous. You mentioned demons here, just as in my dream. Can I hear the story?"
He sits down after at least someone took his invitation, leaving the shield next to him on the ground and revealing ornate sword pommel at his hip. As he moves, strange scale he wears doesn't ring like metal, but produces dry, rustling sound, a susurrus like sliding dry wood panels.

"Please, help yourself with what I have. It is not much, but it will keep the energy up."

OOC: Merry Christmas!