The Story of the Clan

[AmorFati]

First a few posting rules.
Dialogue in "quotes and bold".
Thoughts in intalics.
Actions in *asterisks*.
OOC:[sblock]Preferably in a spoiler block! [/sblock]

Colors are ok, but use colors that are readable.
I'll do the die rolling.

And lastly, more important than all the above, have fun!

Ellawyn, the bard. Played by Tailspinner.
Malexander Titwillow, the sorcerer. Played by Ozmar.
Tilcho, the Barbarian. Played by Palskane.
Plith Twinkles, the cleric. Played by Deuce Traveler.
Grimknobble Cudgelcarver, the Figher. Played by Lazlow.
Bilgewhistle, the rogue. Played by tylermalan.

 

[AmorFati]

The elders of the Clan decided this was a nice place to stop. Granny Witchmoon, an old, crazy hag of a woman, told you that this plain was a previous territory of a fearsome dragon known as Ashardalon. How she came to know this, no-one knows. However, the esteemed Big Daddy Nim convinced the rest of you, that if Granny Witchmoon said it was so, so it was. The Clan, all thirteen hundred of them, made camp on the plains. A scout was sent southward, towards the distant village. He came back only a few hours later, informing you that it was a fairly small village, by the name of Oakhurst. A meeting was held, where a party of six gnomes was chosen to venture into Oakhurst, trying to find any rumours of Ashardalon, and where this behemoth might be now.

Granny Witchmoon bids you farewell: “We wish you good luck on this quest. Take this Ellawyn. I trust you to take care of all the old fools, and make sure they get safe back. If not, oh well. Inside is a few pieces of gold that you can use in the village for whatever you might need. And here” she hands you a sword. Its design is such as you have never seen before. It is shaped like a big tooth. Upon closer inspection you realize that it actually is a real tooth from a dragon! “this is Bitterbite. Our Mother gave me this tooth years ago, and helped me fashion it into a sword. I kept it secret, until now. Use it wisely, young one, for it is special. Fare well, and good luck.”

And so here you are, within sight of Oakhurst, all six of you.
Ellawyn, the young bard. She has with her the old semi-broken mandolin, and the bag of “goodies” that the Eleders gave her before leaving the camp.
Malexander, the charismatic sorcerer. His Mohawk making him look somewhat draconic.
Tilcho, the quiet barbarian. Carrying his trusty halberd on his shoulder, he seems ready for battle whenever it comes.
Plith, the nervous cleric. Preferring to stay at the back of the party, he looks nervously around for anything that might harm him.
Grimknobble, the armored fighter. If anything is able to pierce his plate, he sure haven’t met it yet.
And lastly, Bilgewhistle, previously leader of the UnderPact, now acting as the partys stealth-expert.


[sblock]The sword is a Dragonfang Small Longsword. It is a masterwork sword, granting a +1 bonus on attacks. It also deals +1 acid damage on each successive attack.
The bag contains: 147 gp, 25 sp and 50 cp. (a total of 150gp)[/sblock]

 

[Lazlow]

"Well," Grimknobble says smiling, "here we are."

*He stands with his greatclub cradled in the crook of his elbow, and looks at each party member in turn, not really knowing what to say. He gives a nod and a subvocal grunt of approval to Tilcho, evidently pleased that the familiar warrior is along for this venture, too.*

"Yep... Mm-hm. We are... Here." *He turns and looks toward Oakhurst, his free hand shielding his eyes.* "Aaaaand... We need to go... There," *he concludes, pointing off in the direction of the village.*

*He looks back at everyone.*

"Right then... Okay. Good. Off we go, then." *He starts walking toward the town, looking back every other step or so, seemingly hoping everyone else is coming, too.*

 

[tylermalan]

*Looks back at the rest of the clan with a worried expression*

Hopefully they use their heads and take care of themselves under those conservatives...

"Well, looks like it's time."

*Looks towards Oakhurst and starts walking, following Grimknobble with his hands in his pockets and scanning the sky*

"Anyone else a little... eh... apprehensive?"

 

[Guest 11456]

Ellawyn

*Ellawyn looks up to her companions and smiles. She checks Bitterbite at her left side. Then she checks the money pouch at her right side. Then she pulls her old instrument from across her back.*

"I am ready to go."

*She begins playing a happy song on the old mandolin. Although it is a bit out of tune, the song is a welcome traveling tune. She follows after the others.*

 

[Palskane]

Tilcho watches passively as the others set out upon their way. The nod from Grimknobble puts him more at ease, and he returns the nod with a slight smile, though he would never admit that the unfamiliar surroundings put him on edge.

He waits until Ellawyn finishes talking to Granny Witchmoon, and begins walking after the youngster when she follows the others. Inwardly, he sighs.

So this is it... the beginnings of our new life. Let us see what tis new world brings.

*With his halberd over his shoulder he walks, his eyes scanning his new surroundings, wary and unfamiliar with this new place*

 

[Ozmar]

Excellent! At last my chance to seize undisputed control of this tribe. Ashardalon will reward me well for the gift of our service. Now all I need to do is to lead these worthy companions to the village and find this dragon.

"Let's go, my friends! Our destiny awaits! Soon we shall renew our glorious service of the mighty power of Ashardalon. Dare I say that we might find an even greater patron than our former master? The days of glory for our Clan are not over, they are just beginning!"

With this rousing speech, Malex jumps 3 whole inches into the air and starts off at a brisk pace towards the distant village.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Plith Twinkles

Ok, no problem. You go get word of this Ashardalon, come back to a heroes welcome, and become the head priest in charge. You are not going to die... fighter guy with the big stick will take care of everything. Not many things bigger than him, by St. Cuthbert! Saints be praised, no. We'll be safe as long as we don't encounter anything more vicious than rabid ferrets. No problem... not going to die...

Plith walks closer to Tilcho and Grimknobble, attempting to give a reassuring smile of confidence.

 

[AmorFati]

The small group slowly approach the village of Oakhurst. It is a fairly sized village, with a population of some hundreds. The villagers eye you varily as you slowly make your way down the main road. You soon come to an old, worn-out well, marking the centrum of the village. You see a few houses you identify as what outsiders would call "shops", among them a general store and a blacksmith. You also see a building with a big, lumbering sign hanging above the entrance. An old, faded painting of a big boar is the focus of the sign, and underneath the boar you can read "Ol' Boar Inn." You've heard about these "Inns". Gathering places for villagers, where you can rent rooms, buy food, and probably get some information, if that is needed.

 

[Ozmar]

"This looks like the place, let's go fellows!"

Malex strides boldly into the inn. He walks to anyone who looks like he is in charge, important, or knowledgeable, and casts charm person on him. [DC 13] "Good day, my large friend! We have been told that your village serves the mighty dragon Ashardalon. Pray tell us where we can find him so that we might approach the mighty one and pay our respects."

He impatiently awaits the reply, looking about the room in a proud and imperious manner.