Adventure 1 - Delving into Godsskull

Brewwwwhhh I love a good rain storm. Reminds me of my time in the woods. I say, shaking the water off of my black, equine body. I appreciate you allowing us to use the cave, though. I fear others may not take to the weather as well.

"Anyone else getting a bad vibe here?", the small procyon says as they pull their well-worn robe tighter across their body, "I hate to point out the obvious but that cave looks like a skull." He looks around at each of you in turn, "surrounded by other skulls."

Manneo stays silent as the others enter the cave. Even though the woman got the guards to relax, he still kept a good grip on his longaxe. I've been in worse storms than this when I was still up in the mountains. This is a light drizzle compared to them.

As he speaks Manneo can't help, but to notice the beauty that the human female possesses.

A female Dragonborn: She looks to be in her later teens or possible early twenties. She is 6'2" and must weight around 300 pounds. She has dark blue scales that are almost violet for skin and it could easily be mistaken for black tone. Her eyes, golden hued, are a bit sunken and many times hard to see. She seems to have a charm about her for a dragonborn.

Dragonborn feet ended with three strong talon-like claws with a fourth claw in the back, while their hands were similar with three claws with a thumb replacing the rear claw. A dragonborn's head featured a blunt snout, a strong brow, and reptilian frills on the cheeks and ears. On the back of the head, a crest of hornlike scales formed what resembled a mess of ropy hair. That hair is like her scales, very dark bluish violet.

Description of Faerlin's gear: She wears blacken chain with a dark red tabard which has an open eye upon it. She has a amulet of the all seeing eye on a cord around her neck and waterskin over her shoulder. She holds a spear in a non-threatening manner in her hands. There is multiple weapons and such attacked to her backpack and a pouch to her side. She sports a dagger in her right side leg strap. She has a cloak with hood on protecting her from the elements.
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Water dripping off her hooded cloak and a spear in her hands, Yes. The rain has been driving us hard. Some shelter would great. as she tosses back her hood exposing her face. Her gear marks her as religious.

Faerlin settles in. She doesn't pay the fire much attention and is looking about.

Manneo sits down by one of the fires and starts to dry out. Sitting his longaxe down and in easy reach, Manneo matches the stare of the Frosthorne knight.

Ranos plops down, his robe splaying out around him. He starts aimlessly rolling some trinkets around on the ground, nodding or grimacing in turn as they land in various positions. To the experienced party, you can tell he is really just looking busy while listening closely to other conversations. He nonchalantly points towards with his clawed finger Manneo and mumbles something.

Manneo simply shrugs his shoulders and nods his head in the direction the conversation came from. Not sure, they were speaking about it, over there. Manneo looks into the fire a moment as he mumbles a his reply.

Manneo tries to see if he can pick up anymore information about the tunnels.

Jahred took a moment, trying to decide who he was going to be, but something about the silver blonde haired woman told him he'd probably do best being himself. She seemed sharp, and her people on edge, and the young man had no desire to put his skills to the test needlessly. "Thank you for your hospitality, m'Lady, can't say I was expecting warmth in such an imposing edifice." He said giving her a brief but appropriate bow for someone of unknown, but clearly high status. "I think my companions would agree when I say we have no intention of learning how dangerous anyone here is, guards or otherwise."

He removed his pack and set it and his bow down beside Faerlin, the young man's slight and wiry frame was a study in contrast to his large and more imposing Dragonborn companion, and he gave a sigh of relief as he rid himself of the weight. He had left his finer clothes in his pack, and was thankful for his more comfortable, albeit simpler, common garb of greens and browns. Warming his hands by the fire he cast his eyes about the Lady's entourage taking in the details, these people were clearly on edge, and the Lady hadn't even waited around for introductions; of course, that could easily have been on account of them being beneath her concern beyond keeping her captain from embarrassing her.

I shake the water out of my mane and find the fire with the fewest people. I then lie down next to the fire and look deep into the flames.

INIT

I stand and draw longbow.