Heroes of the Day [Dawnforge] Part 1: Attack in Ebernath!

[RobotRobotI]

Placid looks pensive, which is a strange expression on a lizardfolk.

"I fear Grimnoth may need to wait, my friends. Your trust in the uneventfulness of my trip is misplaced, Ella. There was a most strange event." Placid tells the tale of the storm, the man falling overboard, the sudden cessation of sound except for the cryptic poetry, how the man refused to recover and eventually died. "The bit of verse was 'The Pale King wakes. The red moon rises. The cunning man-thing calls. The beast within answers. The storm must rage. The world will weep.' I cannot help but feel the fifth line refers to us, but who knows for sure? Combine this strange seaborne event with this city's problems stemming from the sea, and we end up with a total too portentuous to be dismissed as coincidence."

"Grimnoth has his own problems to attend to for now, yes? I doubt he'll be causing anyone trouble for some time. ... These people are obviously in need. They said this isn't the first time they've been attacked, right? So what do we do?"

S'sebek would've ordered, (and, presumably, been eating) water and 'a tray of fruit', but after Placid's tale, would've set his feeding aside in favor of the discussion.

 

[Mark Chance]

"Grimnoth has his own problems to attend to for now, yes? I doubt he'll be causing anyone trouble for some time. ... These people are obviously in need. They said this isn't the first time they've been attacked, right? So what do we do?"

Placid smiles. "Track the creatures back to their lair and destroy them, of course."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

A large tankard of ale hopefully secured, Targ listened intently to Placid's tale. But at his comment, Targ furrowed his massive brow in obvious thought. "Track... through water? I not breathe water," the ogre comments.

 

[Starman]

The barmaid brings everyone what they want, although S'sebek's request for some fruit brought a smirk.

Tervelyn tries to recall any information that might be useful, but can't think of anything. Given a few days to think about things, Placid remembers an old legend about an immortal named Sigharda, sometimes called the Pale King. He was an enigmatic figure who fought many immortals in an effort to steal their power. His most bitter enemy was Seidon, master of waves. After their final battle several centuries ago, they were both wounded and retreated, Seidon to his underwater realm and Sigharda somewhere to the north. Seidon recovered, but carried scars from his battle and swore to kill Sigharda if he ever saw him again. It is rumored that the Pale King went to sleep to heal and would return and exact his revenge on Seidon.

 

[Guest 11456]

Ellawyn, female gnome shaman & Molly, female wolf

Ella smiles at Targ. "Don't worry, young one, there is a spell that I know that will allow you to breath in water for several hours."

 

[Mark Chance]

A large tankard of ale hopefully secured, Targ listened intently to Placid's tale. But at his comment, Targ furrowed his massive brow in obvious thought. "Track... through water? I not breathe water," the ogre comments.

"I never said it would be easy, Targ." Placid winks. "Perhaps we ought to find someone a bit more knowledgeable about this Sigharda and Seidon than we are? There's often a lot of truth in tales, especially ones about immortals."

 

[Widowmaker]

Orginally posted by Mark Chance
"Perhaps we ought to find someone a bit more knowledgeable about this Sigharda and Seidon than we are? There's often a lot of truth in tales, especially ones about immortals."

"Princepale Augurn said that there are many libraries here in town. I believe that is a good place to start looking and researching. We are after all in Ebernath, this is the city of magic. I say tomorrow we start asking around and seeing what we can find out." Kellix will state to the group while sipping on a glass of wine.

 

[scranford]

Tervelyn - Dawn Elf, Duskblade

"Perhaps we can kill two rooks with one Arrow" says Tervelyn. "Maybe if we ask around and find the Grimnoth he might know more of this history, or at least the Panthic order might have more information". "Should we split up and try different sources, or stay together"? "In addition maybe this Chiv is more than he seems". "He regalled us with tales and fables, and I'm sure I heard him mumble something just before the hag appeared".

 

[Starman]

The rest of the day passes uneventfully. Room arrangements are made with two of you to a room. You witness a few brawls break out that night. A pair of burly guards, an ogre and a minotaur, let them go for a minute before breaking them up. The raucous crowd boos when they do.

The next morning, you wake up feeling refreshed. Breakfast is served in the common room where there are still a few people passed out from the night before.

 

[scranford]

Tervelyn - Dawn Elf, Duskblade

Tervelyn arrises slightly before dawn. As is usual he finds a quiet place (Perhaps on a rooftop somewhere) and goes throught the motions of the Dawn Dance. He knows that only through repeatition will he be able to perform these actions without thougt, and thinking can get you killed. After that he retires to the common room to await his companions, having a light breakfast as he waits.