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<blockquote data-quote="Aholibamah" data-source="post: 3657733" data-attributes="member: 53031"><p><strong>Introduction:</strong> Scuttlecove was placed in my homebrew world, and is on a large penninsula that is part of a region known as Goblinland. Goblinland is not really ruled by goblins, they simply are a large part of the local population. Scuttlecove is still as written up, a largely human city though with a number of strange visitors and a fiendish influence.</p><p></p><p>The party have been sent to gain a piece of an artifact called the Book of the Dragon from a mysterious renegade wizard called Kedward Bone. This introduction will lead to the start of the adventure which begins tonight as the party board a smugglers' ship and head to the rogue city. </p><p></p><p>Scuttlecove is known as Nala to the players, which is its ancient name on their map.</p><p></p><p>Making their way through territory that is the stomping ground of enemy tribesmen and humanoids, they approach a small fishing village where they are to meet with the smugglers. </p><p></p><p><strong>Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p>The party carefully made their way through sedge grasses and sand dunes towards the little fishing village that was on their map. </p><p></p><p>At the head of the group was Kallyn, a fair haired slim young woman whose green and brown clothing hid elvish made chain mail. She partly saw through the eyes of her pseudo dragon friend Zanith, fluttering in the pre-dawn sky above, giving her a view of the little collection of driftwood and rock huts and the rickety dock in the cove ahead. Flanking her a few dozen yards away was a dark skinned young man in similar ranger garb with a composite longbow at the ready. Kallyn Finnhald, Lieutenant and Ranger of the Republic, motioned Sarg the scout forward and indicated he should hold his position a bowshot ahead. The wirey scout nodded and headed forward. Zanith saw no lights but felt that there were people in the village. His curiousity could not be restrained and it was only in response to Kallyn persuading him that it would be better to wait that he remained gliding above it rather than going to have a better look. One thing he could make out for sure--beyond some rock islands near the outer edge of the cove there was a small sailing ship, at anchor. </p><p></p><p>Kallyn motioned the others forward. </p><p></p><p>The other two of her own unit made their way towards her. Corwin, the young barbarian, disdaining all but the concealing clothing for armor, a giant spiked gauntlet on one hand and a broadsword held at the ready, his fair hair limed into spikes. Ini with her composite bow ready to nock an arrow with gliding through the tall grasses flanking him. </p><p></p><p>Aevar Arnorsson at a glance should have been a battle axe wielding barbarian much like Corwin, but in fact the hulking blond youth, shadowed in dark cloak and garments was a Psion and an officer of the Republic's Council Police. He had the burden of the part of the Book of the Dragon they already carried and his young face had already begun to age with the sense of burden. Never far away from him was his good friend Shannow, dark plaids and fur lined cloak providing camouflage, a blue steeled bastard sword in one hand, the other stroking his raven companion Patch. A pale grey wolf stalked nearby, now and then glancing at either human with intelligent eyes, clearly flanking the group. </p><p></p><p>Dassah, Kallyn's lover, had recently graduated from the Bard College in Touchstone and was worried, fearful. A beautiful girl with brown hair and eyes, her rugged travelling gown and cloak not concealing her lovely curves, she felt out of place and wished she had not begged and insisted on coming on this journey. The dreadful feeling that she was not ready haunted her. The last time they had encountered undead horrors near the ruins of an old keep she had been frozen with terror. Her crossbow and short sword were little comfort, the sense of her spells felt feeble. Only her love and loyalty for Kallyn kept her going--she wished she could be in some nice warm house singing a ballad. Only ballads were made of such stuff as this...</p><p></p><p>At the rear came two women. One wore deceptively battered chain and plate that had carried her through many a battle, and wore a longsword and carried an ornate warhammer. Her face showed the clarity of one untroubled by conscience. For the purposes of her mission she had concealed the signs she normally wore everywhere of service to the goddess Ishtar. Mereka Fabian was a woman of great faith and optimism, at times to the irritation of the group she travelled with. </p><p></p><p>The other had a flash of electrical power in her eyes, a faint hint of blueness in her flowing dark hair, a resolution in her stride. She wore a long dark gown and was seemingly armed with little more than a dagger. This was Marlee. Though a very young blue dragon she had a ring enabling her to shift to a human form. Her reasons for travelling with the group were partly friendship with Aevar, partly something more private. She kept somewhat to herself, almost disdainful, as though her thoughts were elsewhere. </p><p></p><p>The group made their way cautiously down towards the village, wary of being trapped but eager to be on their way.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aholibamah, post: 3657733, member: 53031"] [B]Introduction:[/B] Scuttlecove was placed in my homebrew world, and is on a large penninsula that is part of a region known as Goblinland. Goblinland is not really ruled by goblins, they simply are a large part of the local population. Scuttlecove is still as written up, a largely human city though with a number of strange visitors and a fiendish influence. The party have been sent to gain a piece of an artifact called the Book of the Dragon from a mysterious renegade wizard called Kedward Bone. This introduction will lead to the start of the adventure which begins tonight as the party board a smugglers' ship and head to the rogue city. Scuttlecove is known as Nala to the players, which is its ancient name on their map. Making their way through territory that is the stomping ground of enemy tribesmen and humanoids, they approach a small fishing village where they are to meet with the smugglers. [B]Prologue[/B] The party carefully made their way through sedge grasses and sand dunes towards the little fishing village that was on their map. At the head of the group was Kallyn, a fair haired slim young woman whose green and brown clothing hid elvish made chain mail. She partly saw through the eyes of her pseudo dragon friend Zanith, fluttering in the pre-dawn sky above, giving her a view of the little collection of driftwood and rock huts and the rickety dock in the cove ahead. Flanking her a few dozen yards away was a dark skinned young man in similar ranger garb with a composite longbow at the ready. Kallyn Finnhald, Lieutenant and Ranger of the Republic, motioned Sarg the scout forward and indicated he should hold his position a bowshot ahead. The wirey scout nodded and headed forward. Zanith saw no lights but felt that there were people in the village. His curiousity could not be restrained and it was only in response to Kallyn persuading him that it would be better to wait that he remained gliding above it rather than going to have a better look. One thing he could make out for sure--beyond some rock islands near the outer edge of the cove there was a small sailing ship, at anchor. Kallyn motioned the others forward. The other two of her own unit made their way towards her. Corwin, the young barbarian, disdaining all but the concealing clothing for armor, a giant spiked gauntlet on one hand and a broadsword held at the ready, his fair hair limed into spikes. Ini with her composite bow ready to nock an arrow with gliding through the tall grasses flanking him. Aevar Arnorsson at a glance should have been a battle axe wielding barbarian much like Corwin, but in fact the hulking blond youth, shadowed in dark cloak and garments was a Psion and an officer of the Republic's Council Police. He had the burden of the part of the Book of the Dragon they already carried and his young face had already begun to age with the sense of burden. Never far away from him was his good friend Shannow, dark plaids and fur lined cloak providing camouflage, a blue steeled bastard sword in one hand, the other stroking his raven companion Patch. A pale grey wolf stalked nearby, now and then glancing at either human with intelligent eyes, clearly flanking the group. Dassah, Kallyn's lover, had recently graduated from the Bard College in Touchstone and was worried, fearful. A beautiful girl with brown hair and eyes, her rugged travelling gown and cloak not concealing her lovely curves, she felt out of place and wished she had not begged and insisted on coming on this journey. The dreadful feeling that she was not ready haunted her. The last time they had encountered undead horrors near the ruins of an old keep she had been frozen with terror. Her crossbow and short sword were little comfort, the sense of her spells felt feeble. Only her love and loyalty for Kallyn kept her going--she wished she could be in some nice warm house singing a ballad. Only ballads were made of such stuff as this... At the rear came two women. One wore deceptively battered chain and plate that had carried her through many a battle, and wore a longsword and carried an ornate warhammer. Her face showed the clarity of one untroubled by conscience. For the purposes of her mission she had concealed the signs she normally wore everywhere of service to the goddess Ishtar. Mereka Fabian was a woman of great faith and optimism, at times to the irritation of the group she travelled with. The other had a flash of electrical power in her eyes, a faint hint of blueness in her flowing dark hair, a resolution in her stride. She wore a long dark gown and was seemingly armed with little more than a dagger. This was Marlee. Though a very young blue dragon she had a ring enabling her to shift to a human form. Her reasons for travelling with the group were partly friendship with Aevar, partly something more private. She kept somewhat to herself, almost disdainful, as though her thoughts were elsewhere. The group made their way cautiously down towards the village, wary of being trapped but eager to be on their way. [/QUOTE]
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