Game Starts

Nessie had been so preoccupied by taking in the sights of the city around her that she didn't notice the diminutive threat to her shins before it was too late. After the collision, Nessie sucks in a sharp hiss, bringing her foot up and grabbing protectively at her leg while hopping on the other foot. The large greatsword sheathed upon her back bounces up and down with each hop. She whines in a way that belies her considerable size, "Ohh, ow.. ow, Gods, that smarts. Real, real sorry 'bout that there, m-.. Miss Hollysharp?!"

The jewelry tied between her horns jingles about cheerily as Nessie's excitement seems to outweigh her pain. She stammers, "What.. what, what, what are you even doing here? Er.. not that that's bad at all, it's.. real great to see you!"

Seraphina stumbles backward and shakes her fist at this clumsy oaf! Her hand falls to her rapier, expecting trouble.

"Why I oughta ... wait, Nessie?"

Her hand falls away from her blade, and she waits for Nessie to stammer out before answering.

"Yeah, we are a long way from home. Chasing a bounty brought me out this way. Slaver." She spits on the ground.

"How 'bout you? How's your family? Hey, everybody, this is my old friend Nessie, a more dangerous warrior I've never met. Nessie, this is my new team."

She steps aside to allow her comrades to introduce themselves if they wish.

"Oh, they're good, I just visited them last Spring. Dad's getting a little old for the farm, so atar has been taking over for him."

The dragonborn startles a small bit as she realizes she's been blathering in front of Sera's company. She tugs awkwardly on one of her horns as she says to the others, "Pleased to meet you, I'm Kiirkimshtalajiir Neszys, but.. that's a mouthful, apparently, so most folk call me Nessie."

"Aye, Nice to meet ya, I'm Monte. If little Sera here says your good, ill take it. Are you to join us then?" She asks looking back and forth between you two.

"Oh. Join you? Uhm.." Nessie looks between Monte, the others, and Sera, "Well, sure! Yes! If that's an invitation, I suppose? Working with Miss Hollysharp always led to the most thrilling situations."

"So I've noticed." she says quietly with a curious tone. "Anyway, Kiirkimshtalajiir Neszys, is that draconic?" She is generally interested.

"Monte, great thinking. We look a lot tougher with Nessie on our team! We already had one of the original crew desert on us. Probably thought twice after the druid told us an all-consuming eldritch horror awaits us in the woods. Our employer is paying us almost entirely in salvage rights, so you can have his share.

"Eldwitch horror?" Nessie looks a bit confused, and as though she were expecting a fight shortly, she tightens the straps on her baldric to hike the sheathed greatsword a bit higher. "Well, sure, that uh.. Elri.. that horror thing sounds like it'll be an exciting thing to face down," she replies thoughtfully, tapping her chin with the tip of one claw.

She's drawn from her thoughts by Monte's question, and she nods her head eagerly. "Aye, it is, Miss Monte. A lot of people mistake the clan name for the personal name, though. They're flip-flopped from what a lot of cultures do. My atar told me about all of that, and they gave me a historic clan name to honor my heritage. My atar is Elven though, but I'm Dragonborn through and through, can't you tell?" She snorts amusedly, puffing out her chest before exhaling a breath of visibly frigid air in front of her.

With a kind of practicality in her voice, "Aye, your kind stand out. I think I'll stick to calling you Nessie as well. The other would be a mouthful in a scrap." she chuckles. "As for the Eldritch horror thing. Well that could be anything from tentacle monster to bugs that melt your brain, mostly covers the unknown beasties."

Nessie stands up a bit straighter, as if to seem more capable by doing so, "Well, I haven't fought either of those things before, but they sound worth killin'."

"Hey Nessie, you got room on those broad shoulders for a few pounds of gear? These supplies are really weighing me down. If I lighten up I might even be able to shoot strait with a bow instead of this little sling."

"Oh, uh," Nessie bounces on the balls of her taloned feet, testing the weight of the gear on her shoulders. She nods her head affirmatively to Seraphina, "Yeah, that's no problem. Could probably handle another.. fifty pounds, or so.. Just, y'know.. I might toss it down when we start fighting, or something? So maybe the heavy stuff, but not the really valuable stuff."

Nessie looks back and forth at her shoulders, perhaps a bit self conscious of their aforementioned broadness.

"So, what's the job, exactly? What can I help with?"

"Phase one is gathering information. We want to catch some bandits in the act and interrogate them. Get some information on how big their operation is, if there are multiple groups, who and where their leaders are."