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Post by ElectricBoogaloo on Jun 13, 2006 18:38:31 GMT -5
Your day begins in the small village of Shyesia, within the City State of Askir. Shyesia is situated in a small clearing within the woods of Vesicia. Trees surround many of the outlying homes and only the village proper is relatively clear of vegetation. The roads are simple packed dirt with only one paved road running through the center of town. There are no guards to speak of. Peace is kept by a Sherrif and Deputy who seem to spend most of their time drinking and carousing in the common room of the local inn. A burned out temple to Ikka Patang sits directly in the center of the village. A ugly white statue of a masked figure bearing a large sword in front of it stands in sharp contrast with the charred remains of the temple proper. The village population numbers around 40 people. More than half of these are Elves. They shuffle about their daily business and some actually smile as they work. An elf smiling is a sight your eyes have not seen in many years if ever.
You receive a summons from The mayor of the town, Casius Deldrin. You recall seeing him around town chatting with the locals. He struck you as a rather lively fellow and oddly kind for one who holds an office with The Empire of Faith. The Sheriff and his deputy are the ones who deliver the summons to you at the Broken Branch Inn. The smell of Whiskey is still strong on the Sheriff's breath and he leans heavily on his companion the deputy. “Mayr wansee ya” he says in a drunken slur. He reaches for the pommel of his sword but misses by about a foot and almost falls.
The obviously impaired Sheriff points accusingly at several people before his finger finally rests on the barkeep. "gimme a drink" he says and sits down at the table. The deputy unrolls a dirty piece of parchment and pretends to read it. those with a better view can see that the text is upside down.
"You with all the green, the ugly one, Servant of the One (at which he tips his moth eaten cap), and you nondescript fellow over there in the corner." He points to each of you in turn. "Follow the sheriff..", he looks down as the sheriff emits a rather loud snore. "Uh just follow me please", he says and walks towards the door.
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Post by gelai on Jun 14, 2006 4:35:04 GMT -5
*Drul nods his head back at the deputies tipped hat. Drul half stands up out of his chair to follow the deputy, but looks for acceptance from the other 3 indicated figures before continuing....*
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Post by captainconundrum on Jun 14, 2006 7:37:47 GMT -5
*Cyrrin proceeds to get to his feet, cover his face with his hood, makes three right turns, and follows the officer of the law.* Am I the non-descript one or the ugly one. Please, oh please let me be nondescript, He wonders. *As I walk past each of the other PCs, my hood bobs up and down, as if I was nodding to each of them.*
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Post by apoc40 on Jun 14, 2006 8:19:25 GMT -5
*Ermac eases up out of his chair and slides it back into place. * Ug, why do people have to bother me? * Ermac goes to follow after the deputy, looking over the other fellows summoned and trying to fanthom what connection they all could have as to cause them to be summoned*
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Post by cworm on Jun 14, 2006 9:23:13 GMT -5
*Sirellus stands and smooths down his green tunic before following the others.* Why, only in town a short while and already an audience with the Mayor! But a servant of the One does not exactly bode well. I wonder what the Mayor wants with the other two. Are there obscure vagrancy laws here that I am unfamiliar with?
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Post by ElectricBoogaloo on Jun 14, 2006 9:57:10 GMT -5
The deputy waits by the door until the 4 of you file out. He then heads out himself and begins walking down the center street at a plodding pace. He pauses briefly to break up a small scuffle between an elf boy and a Human boy. You can’t overhear what he says but it strikes you odd that he shakes his finger at the human boy before sending them on their way. If this where any other town the elf boy probably would have been beaten.
You eventually reach the mayors home set back within the surrounding woods. It is a quant little house, small and wooden with two stories and a small garden in the front which a older woman is tending. She smiles and waves as you pass. The deputy knocks on the door which is answered by an aged Elvin Butler. The deputy whispers something to him and he motions for you to come inside and the deputy turns to head back into town. The butler sits you down in a small lightly furnished room and holds up a finger before departing through the house.
You are seated each on a wooden chair around a wooden parlor table with a small platter of bread in the center. The sounds of birds chirping can be heard through a high set window. A desk rests underneath the window against the wall with another wooden chair turned outward from it. A bookshelf occupies the corner beside the desk.
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Post by apoc40 on Jun 14, 2006 10:10:26 GMT -5
*Ermac hungrily eyes the bread. He quickly glances at the others at the table before darting a hand out to snatch a haunch of bread to eat. After devouring a few bites he looks back up at the others, somewhat guiltily* Ah...forgive my manners. I haven't eaten in a while... *Ermac turns his attention back to eating his bread, occasionally looking for the mayor or whomever will be addressing the group*
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Post by captainconundrum on Jun 14, 2006 10:22:28 GMT -5
*Cyrring takes a seat and tries not to show the face under his hood to the hungry guy.* Necessity needs no protocol. Just try not to look at me while you are eating. I don't want to spoil your appetite. (Imagine a cariature that is cross between the Elephant man and Rosemary's baby, drawn by Monet, and runned though the fax machine a few times.) *I examine the bookshelf's inventory to try to find out what type of person owns this house. After doing this I patiently wait for our host to arrive.*
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Post by cworm on Jun 14, 2006 10:23:50 GMT -5
*Sirellus looks up from where he has been studying the books on the shelf* Quite all right my good fellow. Please excuse MY manners for having neglected to introduce myself sooner. I am Sirellus Stonemason of Luthern, amateur art critic, horticulturalist and dabbler in matters arcane and esoteric, recently arrived in this fair hamlet. Perhaps if we are to be granted a joint interview with the mayor, it may bode well to know something of those with whom we sit.
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Post by captainconundrum on Jun 14, 2006 10:27:03 GMT -5
My name is Cyrrin G. Markvar, but everyone calls me Needles. I am what you would call a Trouble-shooter. I shoot trouble. *Cyrrin chuckles to himself as he continues to examine the room.*
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Post by apoc40 on Jun 14, 2006 11:01:00 GMT -5
*Ermac finishes off the bread and sits up properly* I am Ermac Ashwanderer, no one of any importance or note. I honestly have no idea why I'm here, unless the mayor just likes the stories of destitude wanderers.
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Post by gelai on Jun 14, 2006 13:00:42 GMT -5
*Drul nods politely to the others sitting at the table* A fine idea for introductions Sirellus. My name is Drul Thazar. I am a cleric...to the One. My duties involve a lot of travel and I recently arrived here. I intended to bring a message to the populance, but I didn't know that involved an audience with the mayor. Interesting that the rest of you don't know what you are doing here either. *Drul relaxes in his chair making sure his tabbard emblem of The One is showing to whomever enters the room.*
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Post by captainconundrum on Jun 14, 2006 13:14:07 GMT -5
By my estimation, our host is a historian of sorts, as evidenced by the items in his bookcase. My assumption is that he called for us on a matter of historical relevance. *I motion to two books of significant age in the bookcase.* (Hooray for Astute Observation.)
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Post by apoc40 on Jun 14, 2006 13:35:56 GMT -5
*Ermac gets up from his seat, disregarding the butlers earlier indication that we should sit here patiently, and examines the books in the book case more closely. He takes a few off the shelf and thumbs through them gently, taking care not to damage any of the older tomes, before putting them back in their rightful place.*
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Post by ElectricBoogaloo on Jun 14, 2006 17:22:37 GMT -5
A thumping noise begins to grow louder outside the door. a rather portly man with white hair that you recognize as the towns mayor hurriedly opens the door and edges his way into the room (there is not much space for his large frame with 4 people in it). He is wearing a brown apron dusted with flour. “Ho there, sorry to keep you waiting gentlemen I was tending to my bakery when my butler sent the news.” He continues to edge carefully around the table eventually settling in the chair near the desk on the far side of the room. He sighs a bit and runs his hand through his hair sending a cloud of flower falling to the floor. “Sirs I have a problem you see. And well, you’re about the only capable looking fellows in this town (at which he winks). We don’t have much in the way of guards to take care of disturbances such as these.” He turns around and sifts through some papers on his desk. “I’m looking to have a band of gnolls removed from our area. They moved into an abandoned millhouse down South and have been causing some problems with the local shepherds. I am willing to pay ya in gold but I will also pay you with gratitude. Now I trust you’ve had time to become familiar with each other while waitin for me here, So I hope you’ll be willing to work together in this cause frankly your all I got. I can’t likely send the sheriff although I ought to the drunken fool. What do you say?”
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