pneumatik's WotBS 1 - The Scouring of Gate Pass

"There they are," Rivereye says to his new recruits. "C'mon." He hurries forward to join Torrent and the others. Once everyone's together he looks at Larion and says, "Either you have an evil twin or everyone's kissed and made up."

"Anyway," Torrent says, "It looks like you've found some friends, Rivereye."

"Yes, yes. I thought you could use some help, you know, getting the scroll case back and whatnot, so I grabbed some help," Rivereye says. "Why don't we have a round of introductions, so I that can go?"
 

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"Hollister Avendri," says the tall, lean man with a cloak pulled tightly around him against the winter chill. He offers the newcomers a half-bow. "A student of Gabal's, with a specialty in fire." He raises a hand, and flames slowly crackle across his fingers.

 

"Liiros Tivaniel, crusader in Corellon's holy name. Squire of the Aquilline Cross, from the Shahalesti branch," the heavily-armored elf replies, nodding once to the strangers. He keeps a close eye on both the ugly gnome and his two fellow elves, expecting possible violence between them. "These two are leading us to the stolen item, whereupon someone will ensure that there are no traps or wards upon it so we can at least bring copies with us."

[sblock=Appearance]Liiros is a noble-looking elven man just under five feet tall, with lightly-tanned skin, shoulder-length straight black hair, and bright green eyes that gleam with intelligence and mirth. His face is often lit by a handsome smile, and his demeanor is always friendly until a fight breaks out, at which point he goes into a fury. Liiros wears heavy banded mail armor, lacking some of his kind's usual grace, half-covered by a white and red tabard bearing the cross and feathers of his order, the Knighthood of the Aquilline Cross. The armor includes steel boots, gauntlets, and helm. The helm is a fancy elven design with three fluted horns curving back and ending in a few colorful feathers, with small diagonal earslits on the sides, and his face partly exposed by a T-shaped slit over the eyes, nose, and middle of the mouth.

A wooden kite shield painted with the crescent-moon emblem of Corellon Larethian is usually strapped to his left arm, showing his faith to the elven god. He fights with Corellon's favored weapon, the longsword, sheathed in a black scabbard at his right hip when not in use, and a composite longbow hangs over his left shoulder, its quiver hanging behind the right. A dagger is sheathed at his left hip, and a belt pouch hangs behind it. He wears a small backpack as well, lightly packed, and wears simple elven traveling clothes beneath his armor, brown trousers and a forest-green tunic. A dark brown, hooded cloak and soft shoes are carried in his pack for the occasions where he goes unarmored. When his forehead is not covered by the helm, a silvery tattoo there shows the crescent of Corellon. The elven god's emblem also adorns Liiros' scabbard and quiver.[/sblock]
 
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Lytha

The elven woman, that has joined the group together with Rivereye and the two other newcomers, nods and smiles, as one after the other introduce themselves. Then she speaks up herself.

“Greetings and well met. My name is Lytha, and I have been involved with the Resistance for some time now, and as it seems, these days I can put my talents to good use. I'm a mentalist.”

Lytha stands about five and a half feet tall. She wears her shoulder-long, black hair open with a few strands framing a fine-featured face with emerald green eyes. Her slim figure is dressed in comfortable travel clothes of gray and green color. Under her clothing, she wears a silvery chain shirt. A small crossbow seems to be her only weaponry.
 

A human carrying a large, curved blade and wearing light clothing strides forward, staying defensively close to the mage. "I am Korrin Brightblade, warrior" the man says simply, outstretched hand ready for introductions of his new allies.
 

During the introductions Rivereye keeps stealing glances at Larion. He fidgets constantly, fingering weapons he's carrying or putting his hands behind his back or in his pockets. In response to Liiros' comment about traps on the scroll case, he says, "Like I told Torrent, it's not trapped, just locked tight."

After Korrin introduces himself, Rivereye says, "Well, you can handle this without me. I'm going to find somewhere to get out of the cold. Good luck, Torrent." He walks quickly away down the street.

While Torrent stands confused and watching Rivereye depart, Shealis says, "Good. Let's get this finished." She continues leading the group down the street.

After passing through two inter-district gates Shealis turns down a large side street. One side of the street is bordered by a wall carved with various celestial creatures, gods, and myths. She approaches a carving depicting Corellon stabbing Grumsh in the eye and manipulates Corellon's shield, opening a secret door in the wall. She enters the door and motions you to follow her into the ghetto.

Inside the ghetto is quiet, filled with many trellises along the sides of buildings and plenty of open squares lit by magical lights that flicker and move like dancing lights. A few buildings have been damaged by fire, but children still play in the streets despite the recent danger. It's clear from their stares that the elves here disapprove of the presence of non-elves.

OOC: Everyone make spot checks.
 


Hollister pauses, and strokes at his goatee as he carefully eyes the area. An orange-red ferret pokes its head out of the wizard's pack and chitters quietly to his master.


SPOT: 19
 

Rae looked about nervously, not used to working with a group. He seemed leery, particularly at the display of fire. A typical warrior he could always knock out from behind or get in his sleep... if for some reason he had to. A Wizard... well, even if he got in a killing blow, the wizard might bring the house down on his head in his death throws! He'd have to be careful not to give anyone any reason to fight him.

"Um... I'm Rae... I'm kinda good and finding traps and the like... I'm not too much in the way of a straight fight, though..."

[sblock=Spot Check]
1d20+6=17[/sblock]
 
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Liiros is distracted by looking around at the elves in the ghetto, wondering how their living conditions are here, and thinking that they should flee for Shahalesti, where they would surely live better.....

OOC: Spot 5
1d20+2=5
 

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