Nov 24, 2024 6:27 pm
runekyndig says:
Kue enjoys the meal with her new companions and ties to bond with these fellow prophect'iers
Chapter 01: A Strange Summons
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Kue enjoys the meal with her new companions and ties to bond with these fellow prophect'iers
Nov 26, 2024 7:37 am
OOC:
Is there anything noteworthy happening during our dinner?Kue dropped a personal reveal during the voyage. Anyone want to reveal something during dinner?
Otherwise lets get to the plot
Nov 28, 2024 5:45 pm
After an incredibly delicious meal (including the eel, which turns out to be a tasty delight), you all retire to an inn for the evening. The next morning dawns, and with it the last leg of your trip. A week long trek through the swamp. The journey leaves you covered in mud and soaked in sweat. Hungry insects harried you the whole way, and the air has been warm and wet the whole week. Finally you reach the village of Blackroot, a hamlet tied to the Dorrm and Veladaar clans. The sun is beginning to set when the settlement comes into view. Like most villages in the Marches, the small community offers few amenities and no dragonmarked house services. There is no central authority in the Shadow Marches, and the village reeve is responsible for administering justice in the local region.
Blackroot derives its name from the dark trees that thrive in the area, their tangled roots rising up from the soil on all sides. The ground here is relatively solid for the Marches, and the village sits on a rocky rise. Its huts sit directly on the ground instead of being raised up on stilts above marshland, as is common elsewhere in the swamps. Orcs, humans and half-orcs work together in nearby orchards or pass along the main street. None of them seem particularly pleased to see you.
Within moments you are approached by a lean and muscular orc. His skin is weathered and streaks of gray line his long black hair. He bears no weapons and wears loose peasant clothing, but carries himself with confidence. "Greetings," he says. "I am Toraash'Dorrm, the reeve of Blackroot. I don't know what brings you here, but we've no inn, no tavern, and no time for strangers. I suggest you move on."
Blackroot derives its name from the dark trees that thrive in the area, their tangled roots rising up from the soil on all sides. The ground here is relatively solid for the Marches, and the village sits on a rocky rise. Its huts sit directly on the ground instead of being raised up on stilts above marshland, as is common elsewhere in the swamps. Orcs, humans and half-orcs work together in nearby orchards or pass along the main street. None of them seem particularly pleased to see you.
Within moments you are approached by a lean and muscular orc. His skin is weathered and streaks of gray line his long black hair. He bears no weapons and wears loose peasant clothing, but carries himself with confidence. "Greetings," he says. "I am Toraash'Dorrm, the reeve of Blackroot. I don't know what brings you here, but we've no inn, no tavern, and no time for strangers. I suggest you move on."
Nov 28, 2024 10:42 pm
Contemplation regards the orc with a neutral expression (the only kind she is capable of). She does not respond, but neither does she turn to leave.
Nov 29, 2024 6:27 am
OOC:
Just me recapping what we are doing here:JoshuaMabry says:
Then, suddenly, Flamewind speaks! "Kyras Blackthorne, Dane Gareth, Tapu, Lady Kue, and Contemplation. I have brought you here on a matter of grave import. You are brave, and bold, and spoken of in prophecy." Her eyes light with an arcane blue glow, and she speaks again, almost as if in a trance now. "When Madness and Night align, and innocent blood waters the dark tree, the Brave and the Bold must claim the Coat of Eyes, and bear this burden for the good of all."JoshuaMabry says:
Lassias turns to Tapu. "You're correct, normally the Prophecy is hard to decipher. It can sometimes take years to understand the meaning of a passage. Fortunately in this case we have some advantages. We know that Madness and Night "aligning" likely has to do with the conjunctions of the planes of Xoriat and Mabor, which will happen in about a month's time. And it just so happens that an associate of mine received word about something called the Coat of Eyes just yesterday. I think it's clear that your to seek out this Coat and claim it before something horrible happens during the planar conjunction."He is a soldier, protecting his charges. She thinks to herself.
You have my word as a fellow soldier
OOC:
Use a benny to reroll. Yes, got my 4 :)Last edited November 29, 2024 6:30 am
Rolls
Persuasion* - (1d4+0, 1d6+0)
1d4+0 : (1) = 1
1d6+0 : (3) = 3
Benny reroll - (1d6, RA)
(4) = 4
Nov 29, 2024 6:56 pm
The Reeve's face softens ever so softly. "What is it that's brought you to Blackroot?"
Nov 30, 2024 2:45 pm
"We've been tasked with finding something called the Coat of Eyes. Ring a bell?"
Nov 30, 2024 3:15 pm
"Hmm... Toraash looks thoughtful for a minute. "I recall Doria Veladaar saying something about that. She's an inquisitive for House Tharashk. Her family lives here in town. Or at least they did. I think she convinced them to move."
Nov 30, 2024 6:19 pm
The half-elf lets out a long, weary sigh. Irked by Toraash's response, "So we got all the way here, and you're telling me the princess may be in another castle."
Back with a smile, "If still in town, where would that be?"
Back with a smile, "If still in town, where would that be?"
Dec 5, 2024 2:15 pm
"Their cottage is at the end of this row of houses." Toraash points northwest. "But as far as I know it's empty now."
Dec 5, 2024 3:10 pm
Tipping an imaginary cap at the orc, "Most appreciated."
Kyras turns to the others, "Shall we go investigate?"
Kyras turns to the others, "Shall we go investigate?"