Chapter 1, Day 4: Return to Drellin's Ferry

"Was I? Oh hey, need one of these?" I hold out one of the healing potions. "I've got another one, just in case."

Feb 25, 2016 4:58 pm

"Yes, actually," admits Pawetha. "Drank my only one during that fight with the dragon; another will come in handy." If given, Pawetha slips the potion into her belongings.

"If you're going to relax now, I'll join you."

Feb 25, 2016 5:23 pm

While Zaris, Xara and Pawetha take care of errands on the eastern side of the river, an odd creature arrives at the guard post from the woods on the west side of the river. As the dragonborn monk approaches, the two guards on duty step to block the path and stand as if ready to draw their swords, "Standfast stranger, what brings you to Drellen's Ferry?"

Drellen's Ferry Map

OOC:

You are at the "I" in the top left corner, the rest of the party is on the east side of the river so you won't interact quite yet.

Feb 25, 2016 8:34 pm

"I am Ghunril of Clan Ophinshtalajiir, my route back to my clan was cut off by a horde of Hobgoblins. I must speak to your town Elders immediately." I collect myself with the ease of someone used to his pack and wait for the guards to follow my instructions.

Feb 25, 2016 8:48 pm

"To the taverns, for a proper meal!"

Feb 25, 2016 9:19 pm

The guards exchange a worried glance, then one says, "I'll escort you to the inn. The elders are discussing news from a group of adventurers what went into woods to deal with a hobgoblin tribe. They'll be able to hear your, uh, petition, when they are done." With that the one guard points down the road, suggesting that Ghunril will go first, and when he does the guard follows behind him. He, quite nervously, escorts the dragonborn to the little horse-pulled ferry. When they get there he whispers to one of the guards at the ferry, and they head back towards the checkpoint that the guard had left to escort Ghunril.

They cross the river and the guard shows Ghunril to the inn and tavern, stepping in behind Xara and Pawetha who have just settled in with Kaiakas and been served a complimentary plate of meat and cheese, along with a pint of ale.

The guard gestures towards a corner table, "You can wait there. I'll just, uh, wait here." The guard remains within arms reach of Ghunril, eyeing him without staring directly at him. A halfling woman carrying an empty tray approaches the table and smiles at the newcomer, "Haven't seen your kind 'ere 'fore. What'll ye have to drink?"

Feb 26, 2016 1:30 am

I notice the sidelong glance and hushed whispers of the guard and ferryman but pay them no heed. I've become used to other races being some what suspicious of my 6' 7", 375 lb frame. Even without armor and large weapons my talons tend to put people off an initial handshake. Keeping myself aloof is an easy way of dealing with it.

As we board the ferry I plant myself dead center on the small deck, Not scared, more commanding of the situation.

"Thank you for showing me to the elders. I'll have a mug of ale and whatever plate is being served." I say to the guard and serving girl respectively. I settle in and place my spears against the side of the table and my pack on the floor at my feet. Sitting straight as an arrow in my seat I wait patently without fidgeting for the fair to arrive.

Feb 26, 2016 4:48 pm

I turn towards the front door when I see the newcomer enter. "Well, this is going to be interesting." I wait for the dragonling to approach, perhaps to exact revenge on his fallen brethern. When he doesn't, I turn back towards Paws with a curious expression and say "What do you make of that? You think he knows...?" I take a moment to hide my dragon trinket in a pocket. I'm not ready for a fight but I can give him one if necessary.

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Feb 26, 2016 5:03 pm

"He's Dragonborn," says Pawetha, sparing Ghunril an passing assessment before returning to her meal. "Doubt he cares."

Feb 26, 2016 5:17 pm

"Seems like more than a coincidence that he's here now, so soon after we killed our friend on the bridge. Guess there's only one way to find out."

I stride over towards Ghunril's table. "The name's Xara, Dragonslayer. You may have heard whispers of my accomplishments. Most of them are true. The others will be true, they just haven't happened yet. These are my associates Pawetha and Kaiakas. What brings you to this fine establishment?"

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Feb 26, 2016 6:03 pm

"I greet you Xara, Dragonslayer. I am Ghunril of Clan Ophinshtalajiir. I have never had the pleasure of hearing your exploits though I am sure they are many. I am here to speak to the town elders. You do not have the look of a villager, my I inquire as to your purpose here at Drellin's Ferry? I take no notice of Xara's use of the Dragonslayer monicer.

unique_exemplar

Feb 28, 2016 1:56 am

Deep in contemplation, I don't notice the newcomer at first. His response to Xara is what catches my attention. Green scales. It's difficult to believe what I'm seeing, but no matter how much I try to will away any illusions, it's all right there in front of me. I don't even know what he's said. My lips curl into a snarl as I glare at the newcomer and ready my posture and weapon, rest to strike when need be.

Feb 28, 2016 3:43 am

"It is true, I am not from here. I am a traveler. I've come to save this village from the many dangers that threaten it. You say you are here to speak to the town elders. I know them well. Perhaps if you tell me what business you have with them, I can assist with making introductions. Might I ask who sent you to represent their interests?"

Feb 28, 2016 8:01 am

Pawetha busies herself with her meal, tearing the meat with her teeth and digging into the plate.

Mar 1, 2016 4:41 pm

"A very noble cause and I thank you for your offer of an intruduction but I'm sure the fine guardsman can perform his task admirably. My news is of a somewhat sensitive nature."

Mar 1, 2016 4:57 pm

"How mysterious," Pawetha says, somewhat sarcastically, into her mug between gulps. While somewhat dismissive of the dragonborn's self-proclaimed secret missive, her eyes study the large creature over the rim of her cup with renewed interest.

Mar 1, 2016 5:09 pm

A guard enters the inn and approaches. He informs you all that the council will meet at the break of day to discuss the course of action. At that time they will also see the Dragonborn. In the meantime you can all rest and enjoy food and drink at no charge.

Zaris Dalpherkiir

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Mar 2, 2016 12:38 am

"I'm in need of some scrolls," Zaris states to the young boy. He reaches into his cloak for a small notebook and begins to flip through it until a certain page grabs his attention. "Invisibility, spider climb, and Expeditious Retreat if you have them." He closes the book and opens his pouch to put the platinum pieces down. "Is 450 gp enough?"

unique_exemplar

Mar 2, 2016 2:24 pm

Hearing the guard address my group along with the newcomer confuses me. Remembering the "mob justice" of my childhood, I relax a little in my chair, reserving judgement for now.

OOC:

I'm drawing a complete blank on what to say. :p I'm just going to stare at Ghunril, stalking him if he goes anywhere. If he gets a room, I pay attention to what room.

Mar 2, 2016 2:26 pm