You emerge blinking into the bright sunlight outside the cave. What first appeared to be a familiar village, you now realise is in a rather small gathering of buildings, situated around a quiet crossroads. High, menacing beaks rise to the north and east of you, this tiny town appears to be incredibly isolated.
(You can almost hear the banjos dueling)
You notice smoke rising from the chimney of the only respectably sized building around, which you suspect is an inn. There are is little else of note.
OOC: This is an initial lead-in, I'll post more as we get closer to game day. You are currently in a small town directly south of the barren peaks, somewhere within the kingdown of Pelwait.
Roleplay for March 8th.
Moderators:Venture, Bigbluepaw
Since we need to get this moving, and no one replied.....
Having made your way to the inn and slept the night away, you awake late in the morning, and wander down the stairs to find yourselves something to eat.
As you sit down and begin to eat, a dusty looking dwarven messenger wanders into the common room and confers a moment with the barkeep. The Barkeep nods in your direction, pockets a rather large gold coin quickly, and then returns to his work. The messenger approaches you, and you notice fresh, but cleanly healed scarring on his face. He hands a sealed package to Lindalas wordlessly, nods, and then quickly departs before you are able to question him.
Opening the package, you find that it contains half a dozen letters, each one reads the same:
To one of the storied heroes of the North,
On behalf of the people of the Delve, I greet you.
The coming month of Nightal marks the five-year anniversary of the restoration of my rule, won from the terrible plots of the degenerate derro with the aid of a party of adventurers of good will and potent skill. Since that time, the Delve has returned to prosperity and peace. In celebration of this event, I have called for a great festival to be held on Nightal fifteenth, a commemoration of the brave sacrifices made, and battles won. I have called upon the greatest warriors, priests, and magi of these lands we share to join us as guests of honor as we remember those times, and celebrate the years ahead. You may further remain with us as our guest, if you wish, for the Midwinter celebration at the end of the Hammer month, which will be a festive and happy occasion in the warmth of our safehold.
Thane Durgan, Lord of the Delve
Sissfus can be seen in the far corner, confering with a small mishapen figure concealed within the shadows.
As you sit down and begin to eat, a dusty looking dwarven messenger wanders into the common room and confers a moment with the barkeep. The Barkeep nods in your direction, pockets a rather large gold coin quickly, and then returns to his work. The messenger approaches you, and you notice fresh, but cleanly healed scarring on his face. He hands a sealed package to Lindalas wordlessly, nods, and then quickly departs before you are able to question him.
Opening the package, you find that it contains half a dozen letters, each one reads the same:
To one of the storied heroes of the North,
On behalf of the people of the Delve, I greet you.
The coming month of Nightal marks the five-year anniversary of the restoration of my rule, won from the terrible plots of the degenerate derro with the aid of a party of adventurers of good will and potent skill. Since that time, the Delve has returned to prosperity and peace. In celebration of this event, I have called for a great festival to be held on Nightal fifteenth, a commemoration of the brave sacrifices made, and battles won. I have called upon the greatest warriors, priests, and magi of these lands we share to join us as guests of honor as we remember those times, and celebrate the years ahead. You may further remain with us as our guest, if you wish, for the Midwinter celebration at the end of the Hammer month, which will be a festive and happy occasion in the warmth of our safehold.
Thane Durgan, Lord of the Delve
Sissfus can be seen in the far corner, confering with a small mishapen figure concealed within the shadows.
Lindalas passes the note around the table so that everyone can read it before he speaks up.
Is this where we're just supposed to go "Wow, a party! We just have to attend!"? This smells like trouble to me. Why would he be inviting adventurers that had no role in Delve's original liberation? My elven nose smells a rat... Of course, that is just one more reason to go." Lindalas flashes a bright smile.
Is this where we're just supposed to go "Wow, a party! We just have to attend!"? This smells like trouble to me. Why would he be inviting adventurers that had no role in Delve's original liberation? My elven nose smells a rat... Of course, that is just one more reason to go." Lindalas flashes a bright smile.
*Looks at the note and then the suspicious look on Lind's face..* Well, maybe there is a job in it for us..and the details will be given to us at the party. It's not like we go to many places where people aren't already trying to kill us...at least this will be at a celebration, which means free food and drink......better then getting ambushed on an empty stomach like usual. *shrugs* We might as well get into a fight at a party. *smiles and gives Lind a little push to liven him up to the idea* Comeon, it will give new meaning the the phrase "party crashers"..*giggles to herself a bit*, I know....that was pretty bad....too much time around Mig I think...he is never funny though he thinks he is...
Justice, voiceless, unseen, seeth thee when thou sleepest and when thou goest forth and when thou liest down. Continually doth she attend thee...
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From off to your left, you hear a somewhat nasal voice.
"Ho boy! What a bunch of bloody comedians! You sure you're not invited to be the jesters?"
Looking down, you see an ugly gnome, with a crinkled face, an eyepatch over one eye, and bright robes. His scowl is tempered by the hint of a smile.
"Ho boy! What a bunch of bloody comedians! You sure you're not invited to be the jesters?"
Looking down, you see an ugly gnome, with a crinkled face, an eyepatch over one eye, and bright robes. His scowl is tempered by the hint of a smile.
Venture
So you talk to yourself and what do you know /
You answer back with a "Don't say so?"
(from "Something to Say" by the Connells)
So you talk to yourself and what do you know /
You answer back with a "Don't say so?"
(from "Something to Say" by the Connells)