(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Guilt Puppy]

Niccolo: Alas, you know no legend associated with this ring... You do, however, notice a barely-visible inscription inside, in draconic: "To Reveal the Road to a Better World." (again, cut+paste trick if you can read draconic.)

Aerda: Glancing across, you see as well that the old knight's sword is magical. Further, the seals upon the letters themselves have a faint aura around them...

Vexed: (OOC) Assuming this is a new character -- and not a post to the wrong thread or something -- welcome aboard! Would you mind emailing me a basic concept/history of the character? Address is skywise@swoo.net... A character who has visions, as he seems to, is going to be involved very differently with the plot, especially dependent on who they are.

(BTW, as was probably unclear, it seems you've been following a road not marked on that map -- one through the hills to the North of Hedrogura. I left it out because there's no clear indication of where it leads... I'm still not clear on whether you want to follow that road or stay off the path; in either case, the going will be easy at least long enough to introduce the new character.)

 

[dpdx]

Fendric rides, half waiting for Niccolo to hand him back the ring, half concentrating on the road ahead of him. As the party crests a hill, a blast of wind hits Fendric in the face.

Shortly after that, he notices a person at the side of the road, wearing studded leather like his own, with a black cloak. Choosing the better part of valor, Fendric clutches his holy symbol and softly says a prayer: "Pelor, help me see thy Light in the people I encounter."

[Fendric casts Detect Evil on Vexed's character. Regardless of the result, Fendric will halt Sunray and attempt to engage the character in conversation.]

When Fendric gets within speaking distance, he will stop and call out, "Good afternoon, traveller! How goes your road this fine day?"

 

[Vexed]

:: Draven methodically places the parchments into his backpack, and turns entirely toward the group. Still kneeling on one knee, he rests his forearm on his thigh allowing his gaze to fall upon the entire group, finally stopping at the man who is addressing him. He continues to stare, as if almost sizing him up. He speaks softly, almost indecipherable ::

Draven::" Well met...".

::He stands up and slowly walks toward the group, grabbing his sword by the hilt and pulling it free from the ground, he slowly slides it into his sheath, then rests the palms of his hands on both hilts of his long/short swords strapped to his waist. He stops a good arms length from the group, still keeping eye contact with Fendric. The mud caked to his boots, and lower half of his cloak show he has been in the out doors for quite some time. His eyes are are ringed with dark circles, a hint of sleep depravation. He sighs softly...::

*Thinking
(I have to keep moving. I don't want to stop. Don't let it catch up with your thoughts again. How will I be able to tell them that I'm a shadow. A gray patch of cold rotting light)

::He turns and looks over his shoulder for a moment. He speaks in a low tone.::

Draven::"The road? It leads somewhere I have never been.... All i would ask."

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo smiles, his Spirits lifting, as indeed the entire group's seem to be. Perhaps this was the start of a Grand Adventure after all...

 

[wings]

Interesting

"To reveal the road to a better world..."

The man sitting with the parchment, easily caught by the elf's deep red eyes. The same wind blows his own black curls, back away from his face. His eyes narrow for a moment as he scrutinizes all the details of the man. The hood's shadow never leaves his fair elven face.

Aerda stops and raises his brow at the kneeled traveller, he had seen many things, of course, and this man. He knew what this man was, if he was even a man at all. He snorts and leads his horse around the dark frame. Not willing to give extra thought or time to a strange fella in the road.

"Just a traveller, you can indulge in your conversions when we have more time."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Fendric: You do indeed get a sense that evil is present -- but as you focus, you realize it is not coming from him but from all around you, like faint fingers of smoke drifting across the currents of air. Even as you try to focus on it, it is still barely noticable, but still unmistakeable in its taint.

 

[dpdx]

Fendric tenses up as the unmistakable stench of taint wafts through the air around him, faint, but still almost palpable.

Leaning to his companions on the other horses, Fendric says softly:

"Be on your guard, my comrades - I sense evil afoot. Not from this traveler, but faintly, all around us."

 

[National Acrobat]

"Maybe," Merrim whispers back to him, "this evil is following him, or is concerned with us."

 

[Vexed]

:: Draven slowly looks over everyone once more, a slight smirk can be seen on his face, before turning on his heel and walking back over to his pack. He lifts it over his shoulder and begins walking down the road at a fast pace, taking time to quickly glance around his immediate suroundings for anything he would consider "odd" or out of the ordinary.::

*Spot check- roll 15 rank 4 ability 2 = 21.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Niccolo does read Draconic, GP.