Heroes of Highdale IC

[Bloodweaver1]

Blasco "The Wolverine"

Unlike the rest of patrons, Blasco instead choose to enter the tavern via the back entrance reserved usually for bar maids and bar backs. It takes little effort for him to slip unnoticed past the busy eyes of tavern’s employees as he makes his way through the kitchen, past the bar and into the main room. He takes advantage of an empty table as he slips through the crowd and then smiles warmly as one bar maids comes over to takes his order. “Just a drink for me, thanks.” He says politely as he flips her a few gold piece from inside his tunic. Continuing he says, “And make sure it’s from one of the aged barrels he keeps hidden in far left corner of the cellar.”

With that he sits wearily back in his chair and casually scans crowd as he again reaches into his tunic. This time he withdraws a worn and tattered piece of parchment with only the following message scribed on it.

“We need help. Please come home.”
- Aunt Tella

Sighing, he folds the message back up and places it back into his tunic. His smile returns as the bar maid returns with his drink from the cellar below and as he sips the finely brewed ale he again wonders why he has returned.

 

[Fenris2]

Bargulg pulls a chair "well, I'm Bargulg, and im not magicly trained or a dragon. the only training I had was in defending my family. that is also the reason why I am so far away from them. I wanted to learn more then just the traditional ways of fighting.

Kay'nar adds, "Well, I don't know about anything new, but you may have a chance to practice what you know, if your willing. It seems something went.. well, perhaps lets say not as expected with a recent mission to defened Highdale from an incursion."


He turns to Girble at the next table and asks for confirmation purposes, "You had ummmm, a spot of trouble running them down?"

And, offers up as a note, "I was not in town at the time... But can help now if you would like some assistance?" as he wiggles his fingers in a fakey arcane 'making with the zappies' way

FYI for the original crew kay'nar the elf has lived in the area for quite a while, runs an orphange, periodically adventures and is known to have fey powers."

 

[Shayuri]

Alex follows Kay'nar's gaze, and bestows an adorable smile on the other table, along with shy little wave.

"I'm really sorry things went badly for you. I'd be happy to help if I can. I'm fairly skilled with magic, and..." her face goes blank for a second, then brightens up like the sun coming out from behind clouds. "Oh! OH! Do you need another warrior? I can help with that too! Really! I mean, not me PERSONALLY, but...oh, it's complicated. Really though! If it's fighting you need, I can show you Max! He'll be perfect! No fathach would stand but a moment against him!"

 

[Jdvn1]

The barmaid brings Girble his ale, first, as everyone knows frustrated Halflings just need alcohol. And, of course, Girble gets a full pint (just not filled the whole way, it creates quite the macho image).

He turns to Girble at the next table and asks for confirmation purposes, "You had ummmm, a spot of trouble running them down?"

And, offers up as a note, "I was not in town at the time... But can help now if you would like some assistance?" as he wiggles his fingers in a fakey arcane 'making with the zappies' way

"I'm really sorry things went badly for you. I'd be happy to help if I can.

The Halfling pauses mid-drink, the pint of ale raised with both hands to his mouth. Confused, he lowers it a bit, "You... weren't in town...?" He looks at the elf man and the human girl and puts down his mug.

"You see, the town's brewery was attacked by fathaches... a terrible crime by any standard, you know..." He trails off and looks at the odd duo. He certainly didn't expect to meet up with this sort of folk in small town like this. Of course, he did about the same thing. "Yeah, we could use the help, I suppose. I'm not sure if there's another way through the mountains or if we have to scale the rocks... what skills do you have?"

 

[Fenris2]

The Halfling pauses mid-drink, the pint of ale raised with both hands to his mouth. Confused, he lowers it a bit, "You... weren't in town...?" He looks at the elf man and the human girl and puts down his mug.

"You see, the town's brewery was attacked by fathaches... a terrible crime by any standard, you know..." He trails off and looks at the odd duo. He certainly didn't expect to meet up with this sort of folk in small town like this. Of course, he did about the same thing. "Yeah, we could use the help, I suppose. I'm not sure if there's another way through the mountains or if we have to scale the rocks... what skills do you have?"

Kay'nar says, "Well the others can probably speak for themselves better than I. But in short, Alexandra here is a potent magister, Bargulg seems to have all the makings of someone who kills bad things with weapons, and I am pretty good with fey powers like flying and zapping things. Assuming, someone bufffed me, perhaps I could even air lift us all over the obstruction..."

 

[Shayuri]

"How big are the rocks?" Alexandra asks, still quite keen. "They'd have to be -huge- for Max not to be able to lift them. And he never gets tired!"

Next to her, on the table, the pretty little dragonling emits a resigned sigh.

Alex, meanwhile, bubbles cheerfully on. "I should explain a little. My main area of study has been thaumic resonances bound in material objects...not exactly -enchanted items- in the normal sense, but rather, spellcasting facillitated by the incorporation of resonant objects. Uh, and they're not material components or foci...this is a pretty esoteric form of magic, so far. It has its roots in...in alchemy, and, uh..."

She coughs, seeming to realize just then that she was perhaps overexplaining.

"Anyway, it led me kind of naturally to studying golems and construct making, and...that's what Max is. My creation. A type of construct that hasn't been seen since the fall of Illium." Now she grins proudly, and hastens on to say, "But besides that, I really am a decent wizard too!"

 

[Rino]

Bargulg add to the conversation Perhaps they are small enough for me to lift them or push them out of the way

 

[Ilium]

Ery returns to the table bearing both a glass of wine and a letter, which she is reading with great intensity. She sits and after a moment says distractedly, "I have a note here from my cousin in the Dovewood. He sends word that the Pannonian prince Andrik has sent orcs and fell beasts to steal my people's land." She fixes the hobbit with a steely glare. "I'm sorry, but I must go to them. Immediately."

Sirius broods for a moment before replying. "That's a long way for one flimsy elf to travel all by herself. I'd better go with you."

OOC @Fenris2: The Dovewood is an elven homeland to the south, on the edge of the inland sea. Kay'nar was born in the imaginatively named Elvenwood, which is on the western edge of the kingdom you are currently in (Osserik). All elves consider themselves kin, but the people of the Dovewood are not close kin to Kay'nar.

 

[Fenris2]

Ery returns to the table bearing both a glass of wine and a letter, which she is reading with great intensity. She sits and after a moment says distractedly, "I have a note here from my cousin in the Dovewood. He sends word that the Pannonian prince Andrik has sent orcs and fell beasts to steal my people's land." She fixes the hobbit with a steely glare. "I'm sorry, but I must go to them. Immediately."

Sirius broods for a moment before replying. "That's a long way for one flimsy elf to travel all by herself. I'd better go with you."

Kay'nar nods seeing the issue appears dealt with and says, "Ery, Sirius. If it looks bad when you get there, send word and we will see what we can scrounge up for help here."

 

[Jdvn1]

Girble shakes his head, "No, the problem is tactical, I think, as much as it is about terrain. If you tried moving the rocks it'd take a long time, and the fathaches on the other side would see us coming from a mile away. And, now they've likely increased their patrols. The fathaches might even have their own removing boulders, so they can continue to go through the mountain pass. Now, flying over would work, but more ideally, we'd just find another path."

He raises his mug to his face and lowers it again, glancing towards Viktor. "Well, I suppose we're really only tracking them down. They don't pose a threat to the town if they can't cross the mountain pass, but we'd still like to know how many of them there are and what their intentions are. Flying wouldn't be discreet at all, and we'd be targets for spells and ranged weapons."