Mellubb's Xen'drik Heroes

[Mellubb]

Honor hears a familiar yet annoying voice come from behind him a Siroc finishes speaking. "His PEOPLE!?" he says "I do not doubt they are sentient beings capable of independant and even itelligent thought. But, You can hardly say they are people." The half-elf comes around to introduce himself. "I am Merkin and I to hope aid the Harbor Master to find the missing children."

 

[Ruslanchik]

"Call us what you will. An open-minded observer will see that some warforged exemplify many qualities associated with personhood, while members of the fragile races fall short." Wanderer glances briefly at the half-elf as he says this. "Wisdom tells us that we are defined by our deeds, not by our creation."

 

[Necro_Kinder]

Bones wanders into the group of assorted people and creatures gathered in front of the Harbor Master's gate. He eyes two Warforged quarreling with a half-elf, and decides not to get involved. He meanders through the crowd, listening to random snippets of conversation trying to learn more about these children and this "mission".

 

[Walking Dad]

Honor hears a familiar yet annoying voice come from behind him a Siroc finishes speaking. "His PEOPLE!?" he says "I do not doubt they are sentient beings capable of independant and even itelligent thought. But, You can hardly say they are people." The half-elf comes around to introduce himself. "I am Merkin and I to hope aid the Harbor Master to find the missing children."

Without really looking at the halfbreed (sorry ), Honor responds: "May your deeds redeem your words. But say, what is it, that makes people people?"

 

[Mellubb]

Just then a squad of 7 warforged exit the house and move near the gate. The take up position on either side of gate. There is one who is obviously in charge and begins barking orders at the others. After a few second they are in position and remain perfectly still. The one in charge shouts out "Anyone hear who wishes to help please form a single file line and move toward the house in an orderly fashion. Remember, your are not employed by the harbormaster yet and are entitled to anything here. You will be interveiwed before you are selected. We are looking for no more than eight volunteers and I estimate there are close to thirty here. Now please form a line and move toward the house." With that the other warforged break apart and get people in line. As you all move toward the house you enter a room the has four tables each table has a man or woman sitting at it. One by one you are all interviewed by 1 of the people at the desk and shown to a large room where they hay fruit, cheese, and various drinks for you to enjoy.
The last person has been interviewed and the warforged squad leader says you will be notified about who is selected when the descision is made probably 30 minutes. The crowd is a few people shorter now as some were excused before they even interveiwed. You all ar there and have some time to interact if you would like.

 

[Walking Dad]

Honor

Honor looks around, if Wanderer, Siroc and Merkin are still there. He will seek the first two and avoid the last one. Are other warforged and/or obvious paladins or clerics of the Sovereign Host around?

 

[Mellubb]

There are 3 other warforged none of them appear to be paladins or clerics. There is a halfling wearing the holy symbol of Boldrei, as well as a Dwarf wearing the sign of the Traveler. With exception of a few mage types the rest appear to be fighterish.

 

[Graybeard]

Siroc is just casually hanging around enjoying some fruit when he sees a warforged approaching. He squints slightly and realizes it is one of the ones he spoke to outside.

You are the one named Honor, right? You are a cleric or a paladin? I'm sorry if I don't remember which. Well so far, it looks like we might be selected. Far more turnout than I expected. Must be a lot of peole expecting a reward.

 

[frostrune]

Siroc and Bones are surprised to notice Dreth actually did make to the Harbormaster's after all. His long night of drink and 'soft company' have certainly left their mark on the jovial mage however. His normally boisterous personality is muted and his face is buried in the hood of his cloak.

He his quietly leaning against a wall in the reception chamber nibbling on grapes and sipping from a goblet of cool water. A striking difference to your first meeting. He seems mostly oblivious to the rest of the crowd.



OOC: I'm back for a few days before the big trip. I should be good to go for a bit.

 

[Graybeard]

Seeing Dreth holding up the wall and looking a bit ill, Siroc waves him over to meet his new warforged friend.
Dreth! Come over here for a minute. I want you to meet someone.