Myth and Legend
First Post
Chapter 1 can be found here.
With the fast approaching dawn the majority of the adventurers had gathered in the Temple to Lathander. Much to Lórquelië's dismay she had received a smile and a generic reassurance by the Paladin, who then had gotten up and started attending to his men.
Kye and Thok had said their farewells to Merry, the girl with a face showing deep thought at Thok's words about the encounter with the Lady. She promised she would see them off later in the day, when the other serving wench would come to take her place.
Herriman and Alevyth had made their way out, each in their own time, as well as Latham and his escort. Not much trust could be seen amongst this group, which was why they were spread out in the spacious ceremonial hall of the Temple.
The people gathered here were a colourful lot, young and old, armed and armored as well as ragged and gripping sticks and rusty swords. Bran Bloodmane was waiting outside the Temple's door, eating a piece of freshly baked bread and leaning against Lobri's massive body.
The Dwarves from last night's bloody fight came wobbling in as well, Bolgrim and the others still reeking of sour ale, puke and with stubs growing on their broad chins. They dragged their feet and looked apathetically with murky, bloodshot eyes. It seemed that every loud noise made them flinch, and one man, still in his shirt, was wobbling on his feet despite the sun already breaking the edge of the horizon to the east.
The Paladins were all well groomed, with polished arms, fresh and eager and lined perfectly alongside Lazarus. Ferviel was sitting on the side, making himself look busy with a silver and gold pitcher filled with what one could assume was holy water.
"Greetings with the morning's vigor and blessings be upon you comrades. - Lazarus's voice booms trough the hall. His gold encrusted platemail is especially bright now that the morning sun's rays come trough the tall, arched windows. - Today we set off on our most holy quest to rid this town of the looming threat of undead that plagues it's pious and good people. We will ride at the seventh bell, those who lack mounts will be walking behind the main column, followed by the baggage train. Should you need arms or armour report to my second in command, Galen - he points towards a warrior clad in crimson red full plate armour - now those of you who wish, you can stay for the morning prayer. The rest of you, remember we leave at seventh bell, from the square in front of this very Temple."
Ferviel makes his way down trough the benches and the gathered crowd, nudging Kye and Thok, as well as Latham and Keht towards the side. "Well i know you are a half-decent Wizard smartarse - he addressees Latham with a gruff voice and a slight smile on his face. - and you Orc boy you seem to be good with the sword. Kye right - he pats the man on the shoulder with his armour clad hand. - you're a Helmite so I can trust you know how to use that sword strapped to your hip as well."
Ferviel pauses and waits for a group of mercenaries to pas by, as they are headed towards the door with darkened faces and sleepy eyes.
"So then, you lot are the best we've got that's not part of Lazarus's men. He wants us to ride out in a parade fashion, but that's just for show. Once we're outside the city limits we'll need a vanguard, and i'd rather send you then Lazarus's nobles..."
Ferviel's words freeze in his mouth as an irritated looking, doll faced female Paladin joins them, all gold curls and anger. She seems to be dragging a pretty looking lad alongside as well. "I'm sorry master Ferviel but apparently I'm part of the vanguard as well, and I seem to be missing one of the two men who enlisted yesterday. Still, we are joining. Lazarus's orders. This is Alevyth Bawler, a warrior of Ilmater and Helm."
Ferviel nods and rubs his chin, looking around the room. "We need someone who is stealthy, to scout the way, least you get eaten because you are looking at the flowers." He states matter-of-factly.
"There was a Halfing attempting to trail me last night, although i have doubts as to his aptitude in hiding. But at least he is not clanging in metal armour, which seems to be the predominant fashion around here. - Latham's apathetic voice shows just how impressed he is with this whole ordeal. - he is standing next to the door. The one with the obviously magical cloak."
Ferviel looks at Latham with a sour face but nods and makes his way towards the Halfling, pushing some would be adventurers out of his way as he does.
"You there, big guy. - he addressees him with a grin. - how good are you at avoiding the eyes of others? Particularly those who would like to feast on your flesh?"
Meanwhile Lazarus signals Lórquelië and leans down from the podium, his breath giving the scent of cinnamon. "Miss Coranarya, I would ask for your services. While this force is to be reckoned with while deployed in the field, the undead rarely wish to abide by the laws of war. A small group will be sent out to scout the way and make sure we are safe to proceed. They are currently being gathered by Dawnbringer Ferviel over there - he points towards the small group on the side of the right row of benches. - and I should think they are the best Angelwatch has to offer, else Ferviel would not have placed his trust to them. I have sent one of my leutenants - Lady Adelaide Swiftblade, to accompany them and provide her skill with the sword. Perhaps you could join them as well, and grant them the aid of your arcane magic?"
[sblock]Sensalar is missing. Please decide what you will do with his equipment. He was in the room with Kye, Thok and Herriman, and Alevyth knows him from last night. So those are the ones who have a saying in this matter. Also, welcome to Chapter 2!
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With the fast approaching dawn the majority of the adventurers had gathered in the Temple to Lathander. Much to Lórquelië's dismay she had received a smile and a generic reassurance by the Paladin, who then had gotten up and started attending to his men.
Kye and Thok had said their farewells to Merry, the girl with a face showing deep thought at Thok's words about the encounter with the Lady. She promised she would see them off later in the day, when the other serving wench would come to take her place.
Herriman and Alevyth had made their way out, each in their own time, as well as Latham and his escort. Not much trust could be seen amongst this group, which was why they were spread out in the spacious ceremonial hall of the Temple.
The people gathered here were a colourful lot, young and old, armed and armored as well as ragged and gripping sticks and rusty swords. Bran Bloodmane was waiting outside the Temple's door, eating a piece of freshly baked bread and leaning against Lobri's massive body.
The Dwarves from last night's bloody fight came wobbling in as well, Bolgrim and the others still reeking of sour ale, puke and with stubs growing on their broad chins. They dragged their feet and looked apathetically with murky, bloodshot eyes. It seemed that every loud noise made them flinch, and one man, still in his shirt, was wobbling on his feet despite the sun already breaking the edge of the horizon to the east.
The Paladins were all well groomed, with polished arms, fresh and eager and lined perfectly alongside Lazarus. Ferviel was sitting on the side, making himself look busy with a silver and gold pitcher filled with what one could assume was holy water.
"Greetings with the morning's vigor and blessings be upon you comrades. - Lazarus's voice booms trough the hall. His gold encrusted platemail is especially bright now that the morning sun's rays come trough the tall, arched windows. - Today we set off on our most holy quest to rid this town of the looming threat of undead that plagues it's pious and good people. We will ride at the seventh bell, those who lack mounts will be walking behind the main column, followed by the baggage train. Should you need arms or armour report to my second in command, Galen - he points towards a warrior clad in crimson red full plate armour - now those of you who wish, you can stay for the morning prayer. The rest of you, remember we leave at seventh bell, from the square in front of this very Temple."
Ferviel makes his way down trough the benches and the gathered crowd, nudging Kye and Thok, as well as Latham and Keht towards the side. "Well i know you are a half-decent Wizard smartarse - he addressees Latham with a gruff voice and a slight smile on his face. - and you Orc boy you seem to be good with the sword. Kye right - he pats the man on the shoulder with his armour clad hand. - you're a Helmite so I can trust you know how to use that sword strapped to your hip as well."
Ferviel pauses and waits for a group of mercenaries to pas by, as they are headed towards the door with darkened faces and sleepy eyes.
"So then, you lot are the best we've got that's not part of Lazarus's men. He wants us to ride out in a parade fashion, but that's just for show. Once we're outside the city limits we'll need a vanguard, and i'd rather send you then Lazarus's nobles..."
Ferviel's words freeze in his mouth as an irritated looking, doll faced female Paladin joins them, all gold curls and anger. She seems to be dragging a pretty looking lad alongside as well. "I'm sorry master Ferviel but apparently I'm part of the vanguard as well, and I seem to be missing one of the two men who enlisted yesterday. Still, we are joining. Lazarus's orders. This is Alevyth Bawler, a warrior of Ilmater and Helm."
Ferviel nods and rubs his chin, looking around the room. "We need someone who is stealthy, to scout the way, least you get eaten because you are looking at the flowers." He states matter-of-factly.
"There was a Halfing attempting to trail me last night, although i have doubts as to his aptitude in hiding. But at least he is not clanging in metal armour, which seems to be the predominant fashion around here. - Latham's apathetic voice shows just how impressed he is with this whole ordeal. - he is standing next to the door. The one with the obviously magical cloak."
Ferviel looks at Latham with a sour face but nods and makes his way towards the Halfling, pushing some would be adventurers out of his way as he does.
"You there, big guy. - he addressees him with a grin. - how good are you at avoiding the eyes of others? Particularly those who would like to feast on your flesh?"
Meanwhile Lazarus signals Lórquelië and leans down from the podium, his breath giving the scent of cinnamon. "Miss Coranarya, I would ask for your services. While this force is to be reckoned with while deployed in the field, the undead rarely wish to abide by the laws of war. A small group will be sent out to scout the way and make sure we are safe to proceed. They are currently being gathered by Dawnbringer Ferviel over there - he points towards the small group on the side of the right row of benches. - and I should think they are the best Angelwatch has to offer, else Ferviel would not have placed his trust to them. I have sent one of my leutenants - Lady Adelaide Swiftblade, to accompany them and provide her skill with the sword. Perhaps you could join them as well, and grant them the aid of your arcane magic?"
[sblock]Sensalar is missing. Please decide what you will do with his equipment. He was in the room with Kye, Thok and Herriman, and Alevyth knows him from last night. So those are the ones who have a saying in this matter. Also, welcome to Chapter 2!
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