ADVENTURE 1: HEROES OF THORNWALL

A young woman (human) avoid road dirt as afraid of it's dust. She don't walk, but rather sprint stopping at bushes and behind larger trees to carefully look around. But it is not her cat-like movement or ware stance that attracts attention. The deep blue ayes.

Chani feels anxious away from the jungle. The decision is made and here she comes, Aelos’s worshiper: with a longbow and a knife and a lust of revenge.

Alone walked Guuug, a mighty Orog of the frozen lands. Lumbering was his step like an inevitable glacier coming down the mountains. He was vast of size, both tall and fat. A long dirty beard hung from his massive head that somehow only had tiny beady eyes while the rest was taken up by a massive downturned mouth that hung open to show long grey teeth. His head was shaven save a topknot and spots were tattooed on his head in the Drothmal fashion, while on his chest sharp white lines circled his bulk where skin showed under a heavy fur vest. His feet were wrapped in furs as well, but his toes poked out showing long black nails, which were even longer than the broken thick claws on his enormous hands, which in turn gripped a fearsome axe so vast it would take two humans to wield.

But his mighty figure was not the true reason for his solitary walk, nor was the legendary danger of the Icewalker raiders that Guuug surely held allegiance to. No, it was the miasma of stench that hung about him. Whether it was his dripping armpits, or his broken teeth, or the old oily grease that clung to his massive frame, Guuug was clearly not one for bathing. How could he, in a frozen land? Indeed, back home the bitter cold had trapped his smell, but as he wandered down to the warm lands what was once trapped broke free and drove all things that could smell before him. Guuug did not care. He was mighty. He was an Icewalker. This land was soft, and he would take a good living from it from weak hands. This is why he had come.

Lucia is a small dwarf woman (even small for dwarves), a bit stout around the waste, and clutching a book in her hands. Her belt has several pouches embedded into it, with little clasps closed, but you can tell that there are little items shoved and jammed into them.

Also attached to her belt is a sheath for a dagger the size of her forearm, another sheath with a knife the size of her hand. She wears a backpack that seems pretty full and well-packed, as if she has experiencing with carrying her things in the pack. Dangling from the bottom-left of her backpack is a pewter mug that swings as she walks. Her hooded cloak drapes over her shoulders, but you see her deeplander garb, which she wears proudly. And sticking out of a little compartment, you see an irod rod of curious workmanship.

She runs up to the very large Orog in the road and yells, "HEY, WAIT FOR ME, PLEASE! YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON I HAVE SEEN IN SOME TIME!"

After taking a few deep breaths to catch her breath, she says, "Hi, I'm Lucia. I am tsverg.

"I have never seen your kind, but I can imagine that you are probably an Orog, correct? What's your name?"

Guuug lumbered on a few steps before slowly stopping, as if confused. Then he turned his massive bulk to look down at the tsverg. His little beady eyes took in the odd appearance. He was not used to folk walking up to him just asking to be robbed. He looked for valuables he wanted. The little thing wore fine clothes, but it was thin and small, so he had no use for it. Its weapons looked nice, but were so small that they might as well be cutlery. So it was for most of what it was carrying with it. All in all, Guuug was disappointed and perhaps a little annoyed at its appearance. Its voice annoyed him too. The trade tongue was not what he was used to speaking. But he was a very smart Orog. He had learned the second language. He just did not like speaking it. His perpetually open mouth grunted like a cave bear, before he turned around once more to resume his march to the town..

Lucia shrugs, then continues her gait in the same direction as the Orog. She continues her one-sided conversation: "My name is Lucia. I bet you're wondering why I am not running away from you. Quite simply, you are NOT the scariest thing I have ever faced. That, and my dad told me that I lack something he called a 'survival instinct'. I dunno, I am more curious than I suppose is safe. But, I haven't died yet, so there's that.

"So, if you are not going to introduce yourself, then I'll have to give you a name myself. Hhhhmmmm..."

She thinks as she walks, and mutters a bit. "He's not outright hostile, he doesn't smell terrible, he seems unfriendly, but, I swear, he smirked earlier...

Then, her face lights up in a EUREKA! moment as she walks up right next to him, looks up at his face, and says, "I KNOW! I'll call you Guuug! How does that sound to you?"

Guuug wondered if he should bite the tsverg's head off. Then it would be quiet again. It was a very appealing proposition to the orog, but he was very smart. He knew people would think he was an ogre if he did so. So the tsverg kept its head. For now.

After some walking with the large creature, she notices the smaller one and says, "SPRITE! Come join me and my friend, Master Guuug! I’m Lucia, and it seems like you could use some company!"

When they catch up, she puts her hand out to shake the sprite’s hand. She smiles big as she introduces herself: "I’m Lucia Craysse Dorenkett, a tsverg of the Deeplands.

"Where do you hail from, friend?"

She looks up at Guuug and says: "Master Guuug, would you mind waiting a moment while we speak with this wonderful person?"

Lucia is fascinated (dumbstruck) by this wall of brambles.

Chani quickly proceed through the open gate. Finally she thinks to herself

Hmm... Chani thoughtfully looks at the man.

In my language welcome means I'm happy to see you in my house. You stand there and do not let me pass.
In my home friend is a person you trust. We don't know each other to be able to call friends. Chani sight
She takes off her hood and bow.
I'm Chani Kynes, daughter of Liet Kynes. I beg you, just tell me what is that I have to do right now to be able to actually earn your trust and be welcome to do adventuring on behalf of Aelos, Keeper of Mysteries. I am not the person to earn trust through sweet talking and warm smiling.

As the group walks up to the thorn wall, they realize another member of their party has been trailing behind. He catches up by default at the gate.

The boy is young, which is clear from looking at him, maybe 15, but probably not by much, if that. He wears finely crafted scale mail that looks to be slightly too large. Slung to his back is a shield emblazoned with the symbol of a roaring lion. His sheathed weapon seems to be a standard longsword but it hangs light in the scabbard for some reason.

He looks at his feet and kicks a few rocks around, hoping not to be noticed.