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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 447032" data-attributes="member: 2292">Monday, August 14th, 518 AF It's a warm, spring morning.  The storm of the previous night is over, but several dark clouds are still lingering in the sky.  Warwind has spent a misserable night in his hut, haddled underneath the threadbare blanket he was issued at the start of the Trollmist wars and cursing the incompetent beauracrat that awarded him a hut in the midst of no-where.  His waterproof pack keeps his spellbooks and scrolls safe, but the water dripping through the ceiling holes is hard to ignore.Taranos' evening has been even worse, huddled on a small patch of dry land, trying to avoid the scaly claws of the kobold sleeping next to him.  Waking to a slight hang-over and a headache the next day does little to cheer him up.Despite the misserable conditions, both are up not long after dawn.  They set out to explore the town, buying a few days worth of food from the local grocer.  They meet beside the barrels of salted jerky, and fall into discussing their plans.  Both are eager to repair their homes, and quickly set about finding the location of a local lumbererto get the necessary materials.Yip is awake by midmorning.  He blinks in the morning sun, looking at the snoring form of Durhon still asleep in a muddy corner of the hut.  The carefully gathered pouches of nuts and berries are gone, a large majority of them deep in the stomach of his dwarven houseguests.  Shaking his head, Yip settles down for a brief mornings mediation.  He has no food and little skills suitable for this alien environment.  The church has provided for his needs for years, kept him housed alongside his brothers and sisters in monestries around the empire.  The sudden feeling of freedom that comes with his new hut is frightening, and the requirements of fitting into a new village where he is the only one of his kind a challenge he's unused to facing.  It takes but a few minutes of meditation for him to plot a course of action.  He needs a job, something that will find him both community acceptance and earn some of the strange gold coins the humans use to buy food and ale.The slumbering form of Durhon breaks wind as Yip steps out of his house.  Yip finds himself fervently wishing the dwarf is gone by the time he returns.The small meadow between Yip's hut and the rest of the village is strewn with children playing in the mud and sunshine.  Yip strides purposely towards them, his small head held high.  He's not thirty feet from the hut before children suddenly surround him."Who are you?""What are you?""Are you a monster?""You're so itty-bitty?""Are you going to eat me?"Yip is barraged by questions faster than he can answer, and it's not long before the children slowly start to reach out and touch his scaly skin.  The attention flusters the small monk, and he's soon struggling to free himself from the small crowd.  The children continue to follow him, a thick muddle of limbs and voices that surrounds him like a maze.  After a few moments, Yip snaps.  He raises his hands into a defensive poster and snaps at closing hands with his sharp teeth.  The change in the crowd of children is immediate."EEEEEEEEEHHHHH!"  "Moooooonnnnsteeeeer.""Daddy, the monster biiiiit me."They sprint off in all directions, running to hide behind houses, bushes and mothers skirts.  Yip stands in the middle of the field, suddenly alone.  He has the sinking feeling that the first impressions he's making in Hommlet have not been good.To be continued...</blockquote>

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