D&D 5E (IC) Scourge of Daggerford

[Archon Basileus]

Without a word, Drui tosses away his drink, grab his weapons and follow Darrondar's steps closely. Being new to the city, any sort of access would be far more difficult for him, but Darrondar was known to these soldiers and might help him find a useful spot amidst the warriors.

Drui could understand the concerns of the men at the Temple. Nonetheless, his feelings about an impending attack were mixed, to say the least. After all, priests of Tempus would thrive in conflict, or at least were expected to do so... His blood was racing in anticipation as his mind measured Darrondar's words. "Bless the militia." Sure, Drui would not shy away from his clerical duties. But to him - and to Darrondar as well, he imagined - going into a skirmish meant a lot more than praying for protection, for each drop of blood shed - be it from friend or foe - is a true sacrifice to Tempus.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Tommi had enjoyed his meal, and happily paid for it with a single gold coin. He hadn't afforded the wine, but as the alarums went off and people started mustering as part of the militia or diving under tables, he did his best to help avoid spills by pouring the contents of all the partial glasses into a single mug, which he quickly downed.

And while he heard the instructions to stay calm from the host, by that time the mug was drained and only Tommi's foot was still in the room. The rest of him has opened a window and was on the way out to see what the noise was about.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Tommi

Ignoring the yelp of the host and the subsequent shuttering of the window behind him, Tommi moved out onto the street. He had never seen the Duke's way so devoid of traffic - for awhile he saw no one at all. Then a patrol of six of the Duke's Own Guard came marching down the way. One of them called out to him, "Clear the streets by order of the Duke!"

Then as they passed him, one that he recognised said more reasonably, "Go see to your mother, Tommi. There's trouble on the river. Goblins, they say."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Enseth

After waiting impatiently for a minute or two while the Wizard and his students donned battle-robes and grabbed staves, Enseth followed Delfen up a flight of stairs and out a small door that led to the city's walls. The wizard sent two of his students east along the wall while he, along with Enseth and the other student, headed west. First they came to the gatehouse over farmer's gate (the gate now closed and barred) where they were told that the alarm had first been sounded at the river-gate.

They hurried on to the south wall, passing a corner tower and came to the Caravan Gate where the active guards were yelling down to a throng of people, barred from the city. Tents and wagons stretched far across the fields before the gates, and Enseth calculated that hundreds of people were out there, on the wrong side of the wall. "The gates remain closed by order of the duke!" a beleaguered guard-captain was explaining to Delfen. Enseth and the wizard spent a few moments scanning the area for threats to the unfortunate folk. Finding none, the wizard concluded, "There is nothing we can do here, let us continue on."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Titus & Dandin, etc

Titus left the River Shining Tavern (leaving his bill on his family's tab*) not long after Tommi's guard patrol had passed by. His familiar, Morwin was in the sky overhead, pointing him toward the River Gate by way of the Hill Road. Titus rushed to follow, Dandin hot on his heals. A rider came thundering down the road from the direction of the gate, heading for the castle. It was the Duke's sister, Lady Morwen. Seeing Titus, she pulled her reins, and stopped for a moment to speak to him.

"Your uncle has ordered no-one in or out of the city, while goblins raid the cottages along the river!" she rolled her eyes, exasperated to the point that dared speak so of the Duke in front of his subjects, "He fears that this is the van of some invading army, and not just some raiding rabble. I blame Luc Sunbright, for giving us a lecture on the evils of Maglubiet."

Her horse stomped sideways and she checked him before continuing, "It would be politically impertinent for me to disobey him, but you might get away with it. If you can find a handful of men to go with you, you could perhaps save some of our people, and stop our docks from being burnt. I will try to convince him to send out the militia. At any rate, I must hurry at that task. Gods' speed!"

She kicked and her horse leaped forward, kicking up dirt as she made a tight corner past Morninglow Tower and up the hill toward the castle.

 

[gargoyleking]

So he was a lord! Dandin did his best not to smile at his luck as he listened to the lady speak instead bowing to her presence and doing his best to appear concerned at the happenings. As she rode off he continued his bow as he was still in the presence of a lord of some sort.

"I am not strong of arm mi'lord, but I do have some magic that may be of use. If you intend to fight."

Quietly he awaited Titus's response.

Squirrels are evil!

 

[tglassy]

Titus looked down at the halfling, a smirk on his face. "'Mi'Lord' is my father. Call me Titus, and I'd rather have magic at my back than many a strong warrior I've met." His smile broadened, "And yes, I do intent to fight!"

Drawing his sword, Titus led his small band to the sounds of battle.


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[FitzTheRuke]

Drui

Drui could barely contain his frustration. Darrondar Gweth's authority made it so that they were welcome on the wall, but the Duke's order made it so that he could not act. He stood atop the River Gate Tower, watching cottages burn on the far bank of the river. A total of three goblin raiding boats were plying about the river, staying just out of bow-shot. Scores of militia lined the wall, being led in prayer to Tempus by the priest - but not a shot had been fired.

In fact, the only violence this side of the river had been when a group of large river-men, fresh from the Otter's Run Tavern, had been told that they could not use the gate to return to their families. In drunken despair they had lashed out at the guards and had to be subdued. They were being held under guard at the base of the gate, sullenly fretting.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Thanks, DOG," says Tommi to Corporal Fitzsimmons, using his affectionate name for his longtime friend and former drinking buddy (long story -- turns out there are only four aces in a deck; Tommi was young, then). "She'll tell me to say hi."

Tommi taps on the window and points river ward to those inside, and then crosses the street to see what he can see. On the other side, he picks up a few pebbles, and, holding them in the ball of his fist, blows on them. It's not something he can explain, but that always improves his shot. He unwraps his sling from his forearm, and heads down to the water.

OOC: Cast Magic Stone

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[River Song]

Lionel followed Tommi out, and despite the order he had no intention of letting others fight for his safety.

Drawing his dagger, he nods to Tommi as he picks up some stones. "Let's do this Tommi!"