Playtesting: IG's 'The Making of Heroes'

[OnlytheStrong]

Aramil stops running before he enters town, preferring to walk rather than sprint in. He heads to the tavern where he saw the rider and a crowd venture in. Dust still clung to the air as he opened the doors, barely in time to hear the speech and several people volunteer. Aramil said nothing, just stood there. He would go, but didn't need to announce it.

 

[WarShrike]

Thogrim shoves his way through the crowd. "I'll go. Where battle and honor are needed, the champions of Heironeous are always at the forefront."

 

[industrygothica]

"Thank you, my large friend, though I pray that no battle is needed this day." Mayor Matherlay grasps Thogrim's arm. "Even still, it never hurts to have a servant of Heironeous on our side."

Matherlay drops Thogrim's hand and ushers the volunteers toward his offices, but speaks loudly so that all can hear. "Come then, the three of you. We have much to talk about before you depart, and it must be soon if we are to bring brother Hatcher back safely."

 

[Legildur]

The dwarf turns to look at the latest volunteer. "That's more like it!" he mutters as he spies the half-orc. "Someone with a bit a size about 'em."

Suddenly realising that they probably intend for the volunteers to depart sooner rather than later, Dowkan skulls the remainder of the ale, wipes his sleeve across his mouth, calls out. "Just be gettin' my gear," he says before turning back to collect his belongings from the tavern.

He soon returns to the spot to discuss things with the mayor. The dwarf stands there clad in chain mail and carrying a wooden shield. On his back is a backpack with the usual travelling gear but also a waraxe of the type favoured by dwarven warriors. At one side of his belt hangs a handaxe. "Someone be telling me kin that I be back soon enough," he says to whoever be nearby and likely to pass on such a message.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Aramil leans against the tavern as the mayor says that they were going to his office. He had been in the town before and roughly knew the way, but figured it would be easier to simply follow them. He nearly laughed when he peeked inside the tavern and saw the little dwarf scrambling about, probably rushing off for his armor and weapons. Perhaps this little adventure will be fun after all.

 

[Arkhandus]

Irathias follows the mayor, and takes a few things out of his pack when they get to the mayor's office, ready to don his armor and other gear once the talking's done. "Right, let's get a plan figured out. Well, you can do that, anyway, I'll just go wherever, and see if I can find Mr. Hatcher." the elven volunteer says. "After you're done talking, of course," he adds after a second's hesitation.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

"Brother, what is the matter? I saw a rider rushing into town earlier." A voice from behind Irathias says the graceful elven tongue. Aramil stands, his right hand holding his bow and his left resting easily on his rapier.

 

[Arkhandus]

Irathias turns around halfway, sees the other elf, and replies "Oh, a caravan ran into trouble it sounds like, and we need to find anyone from the caravan I guess, to help them get back to Bjorah's Cliff or finish getting to the next town. I don't know the details."

 

[industrygothica]

"Might we count on your assistance, good Aramil?" Matherlay asks.

"Good then. Now that we're all here, I should tell you that I don't know how many are in Mr. Hatcher's caravan, but I do know that his young daughter is also with him, desiring to see the city of Peyton for the first time. He's made the journey for years with never a problem, and so he deemed it safe to take her along this time. Apparently he misjudged." He leans forward across his desk, and you can hear the sincere concern in his voice.

"Find them. Find his daughter. Bring them home." He sits back and crosses his arms across his large chest. "And thank you all."

You are apparently dismissed.

 

[WarShrike]

"Not a moment to waste, glorious battle awaits!"