[sblock=worthley][sblock=OOC]If you have any problems with any of this, just let me know. Also, in your first post, give a description of Viktor for the others (sorta like what I'm giving for our DMPC).[/sblock]
After hearing your early-teenage friend, Thendon, prattle on about some excitement going on about the cairns, two things seem obvious. First, Thendon, as an elf adolescent, is still the same as he was back when you were thirteen. Second, something interesting is going on with the cairns. You heard, in the garrison, the rumors that a trio of adventurers from the free city has come to investigate the Stirgenest Cairn, and, just as anyone your age who grew up in Diamond Lake knows, you know its surely a dead end. But now Thendon tells you that some group, apparently led by a dwarf that works for Dourstone, headed out of town as well, but then came back missing a member (some pale, scrawny fellow that lived in squalor). Thendon's elder brother, Alendar, apparently intends to see what they have been up to. Well, more likely, Thendon put him up to it, just as he did to you.
So now you sit in the filth of the Feral Dog with Alendar, whom you've only just met. Apparently this other group has been hanging around here. Alendar has been awkwardly silent since Thendon left a few minutes ago. The elf shakes his head and almost looks about to leave when the door opens.[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC]For the sake of expediency, I decided to assume that you guys would end up at the Feral Dog again. If you want to have taken care of other stuff (selling stuff or whatnot) beforehand, you can take care of it OOC. If you actually didn't want to go to the Feral Dog, too damn bad, 'cause you are there.
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As always seems the case, there is a fair amount of people at the Feral Dog when you arrive. Still absent, however, is the elf-maid Tirra.
As you get your first round of drinks, you can't help but notice an odd pair of men watching your table. One is a human. The other is an elf. The elf, about average or slightly above in terms of both stature and build, for an elf, seems ready for the road or the woods. He looks generally disheveled. Beneath a well-worn cloak, he wears studed leather. On his hip you can see a longsword, and on his back is a bow and quiver of arrows. Apparently devoid of common decency, he stares openly at the group in a searching fashion, perhaps as if trying to recognize or place your faces from somewhere.
After hearing your early-teenage friend, Thendon, prattle on about some excitement going on about the cairns, two things seem obvious. First, Thendon, as an elf adolescent, is still the same as he was back when you were thirteen. Second, something interesting is going on with the cairns. You heard, in the garrison, the rumors that a trio of adventurers from the free city has come to investigate the Stirgenest Cairn, and, just as anyone your age who grew up in Diamond Lake knows, you know its surely a dead end. But now Thendon tells you that some group, apparently led by a dwarf that works for Dourstone, headed out of town as well, but then came back missing a member (some pale, scrawny fellow that lived in squalor). Thendon's elder brother, Alendar, apparently intends to see what they have been up to. Well, more likely, Thendon put him up to it, just as he did to you.
So now you sit in the filth of the Feral Dog with Alendar, whom you've only just met. Apparently this other group has been hanging around here. Alendar has been awkwardly silent since Thendon left a few minutes ago. The elf shakes his head and almost looks about to leave when the door opens.[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC]For the sake of expediency, I decided to assume that you guys would end up at the Feral Dog again. If you want to have taken care of other stuff (selling stuff or whatnot) beforehand, you can take care of it OOC. If you actually didn't want to go to the Feral Dog, too damn bad, 'cause you are there.
[/sblock]As always seems the case, there is a fair amount of people at the Feral Dog when you arrive. Still absent, however, is the elf-maid Tirra.
As you get your first round of drinks, you can't help but notice an odd pair of men watching your table. One is a human. The other is an elf. The elf, about average or slightly above in terms of both stature and build, for an elf, seems ready for the road or the woods. He looks generally disheveled. Beneath a well-worn cloak, he wears studed leather. On his hip you can see a longsword, and on his back is a bow and quiver of arrows. Apparently devoid of common decency, he stares openly at the group in a searching fashion, perhaps as if trying to recognize or place your faces from somewhere.
