DM-Salsa Presents: The Shadow Queen (Inactive)

Game Master AdamWarnock

The town of Hammenholdt has been lucky. Prosperous from trade, the town has been able to afford peace as few can.

But its luck has run out and something from the darkest shadows now plagues the town.

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Björn and Skäne:
There was mention of Kaldrnord in the last town you passed. What you heard lead you on a week-long trek through the forest that was spoken of only in whispers. If the stories are true, then fey, hags, and worse lurk under the dark branches of it's great oaks and pines. Each day brings the same, trees, darkness, and mind-numbing boredom.

Suddenly, a clearing appears after a bend in the path. Frost-capped mountains lie to the north, looming over the small hills where a small town lies nestled in a valley formed by a stream that runs swiftly on to what ever river it joins.

The day grows late as you approach the town gates. The guards are tense, always watching the path, and all who travel on it. Before you can make it with in fifty feet of the gates, you hear a shout.

"Hold! State yer name an' purpose."


Rayla:
Work had become scarce. Many of the guards you had meet at the last town were looking for work, and it seemed that those that found it were all heading south. Someone suggested heading to Hammenholdt and looking there. With winter approaching, there should be a caravan or two in need of guards.

After a week of travel through the mind-numbing sameness of the forest you find a small town nestled in a valley between two hills. To the north lie the frost-capped mountains of the Draketooth Range. As you approach the town gates, two tense, and flustered, guards come into view. One of them calls out to you.

"Hold! State yer name an' purpose."


Kylar:
After a week travelling in the forest, you finally come to an outpost of civilization. Hammenholdt lies before you in a small valley between two hills. The Draketooth Range lies to the north and there's a cold nip in the air as winter approaches.

As you approach the gates, two guards come to attention. One of them calls out to you.

"Hold! State yer name an' purpose."


Deliah:
A chill wind meets you as you spot the town of Hammenholdt. Even though winter has not yet come, it is still colder than any weather in Swamp of Fell Lovers ever was. To the north lies a range of frost-capped mountains. Before you is a valley that contains a small town with a swift stream running through it.

As you approach, two guards eye you warily. One of them calls out to you.

"Hold! State yer name an' purpose"


Helena:
Something keeps whispering to you to head north. Your travels have lead to a small village called Hammenholdt. The rumors from the last town are that the place has been cursed. All who travel the roads go missing, and things have gotten bad enough for Count Vinelander to send a score of soldiers to help.

Before you can even see the town gates, though, a voice calls out to you.

"Hold! State yer' name an' purpose."

And so it begins. I know it's a little annoying, but I'll be responding in spoilers for now. Don't worry, we'll all be on the same page soon.
On another note, I really wish Realm Works was out now. It'd make keeping things straight a lot easier.


GM:
"Delilah. And I seek shelter from the weather." She answered while feinting being cold. "Please sir, it's cold out here and I'm all alone."


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Human (þursfyrðar) Druid (Bear Shaman) 1 | AC 15 T 11 FF 14 | HP 19/19 | F +4 R +1 W +4 | Init +1 | Perception +8 | Predator's Grace 5/5

Björn and Skäne

Spoiler:

Björn and Skäne:

At the hail from the gate pygmy, the truly gigantic of the two men roars, "Við erum að koma í víking! Senda út skatt á flestum fitu manninn þinn, af þyngd jafn sitt og við munum ekki brenna heimili og taka konur þínar!"

Turning to his smaller companion, he mutters, "Þó að vera heiðarlegur, börn gera ekkert fyrir mig og þetta virðist vera annar bær of litlum fjölda fólks."

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"Við erum að koma í víking! Senda út skatt á flestum fitu manninn þinn, af þyngd jafn sitt og við munum ekki brenna heimili og taka konur þínar!" - "We are come raiding! Send out tribute on your most fat man, of weight equal to his own and we will not burn your homes and take your women!"

"Þó að vera heiðarlegur, börn gera ekkert fyrir mig og þetta virðist vera annar bær of litlum fjölda fólks." - "Although, to be honest, children do nothing for me and these appear to be another town of too small people."


Female Human Oracle (life) 4 | AC 19, T 11, FF 18 | hp 8/31 | CMD 16 | F +4, R +3, W +4 | Init +2| Perc +4 | low-light vision, darkvision 30 ft | Channel Positive Energy 3/5 | 1st-level spells 6/7 | 2nd-level spells 1/4

GM:
Helena, a small, slight woman clad in loose grey robes and snug grey leather, stops, peering into the void. The film covering her eyes seems to shift, attempting to focus on something she can't quite make out. She sees nothing but wilderness, and clutches her spear tightly.

"I am called Helena," she says clearly, leaning on her spear, "and I seek a room for the night. I've been travelling some time now. Must you question a poor blind woman?"


Female Angelkin Barbarian 1

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Rayla sighed. That wasn't what she wanted to hear after she finally found some people - while her travels had demanded it recently and she couldn't stay in one place for too long, she really preferred company. She had to restrain herself from giving a snappy remark back; the guy was just careful. The way she looked was highly unusual and the sword on her back didn't exactly inspire confidence. Rayla tuned her hands out, the right in an armored gloves, the left free, so that he could see them.

"Hail, good guardsman!" she called back, not as polite as she had intended, but the warm, celestial volume should be easily audible. "I am Rayla, Devilhunter from the Windgras Plains. I am adventurer and mercenary looking for work, company, song and a place to rest."


Male Human (þursfyrðar) Ranger (Freebooter) 1

DMS & Bjorn:

Skäne smirks and shakes his braided hair at the ourburst of his fellow Kaldrnordmann, clapping the giant's shoulder;

"Uss nú Björn, þú vilja hræða börnin, eins og þú gerðir í síðasta þorpinu!"

Translation þurstunga (Giant/Northern Tongue): Uss nú Björn, þú vilja hræða börnin, eins og þú gerðir í síðasta þorpinu! = Hush now Björn, you will scare the little ones like you did in the last village!

The brute of a ranger hails the guard in heavily accented Common;

"Hoi voice on the wall! We kommen peace... We are Kaldrnordmannr who seek warm fire, warm food and warm company on this eve..."


Male Half-Elf Wizard(Abjurer)/3 HP 18/18 | Init +1 | AC 11/ T11/ FF10 | Saves Fort+3, Ref+2, Will+5 | Perception +11

GM:
His left hand holding his staff, Kylar holds up his right hand to the guard, fingers splayed - a gesture of peaceful intent from his home country and a habit he'd never bothered to suppress.

"I am Kylar Bannon, a wizard seeking employment. I'd heard Hammenholdt might make use of me."


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Björn and Skäne:

"Aren't yer kind raiders? How do we know that ye two aren't here as scouts." The first guard asks.

"Maybe because we're a thousand leagues from what anyone in their right mind would call a sea?" mutters the second.


Rayla:

"Devilhunter? Does that mean that devils are after ye?"

The other guard smacks his forehead, and a curse muffled by distance and his hand can be heard.


Kylar:

"What kind of employment? We don't have call for wizards here." the first guard replies. The second just shakes his head, obviously trying to be patient with the younger man.

Deliah:

The second guard turns to the first and says, "Easy, Johann, can't ye see the poor lass is freezin'?"

He turns to Deliah and gives her a smile.
"Head up the main road. There's only two inns here, the Hobbled Hobbit and the Snow Dragon's Den. Both are nice and warm, but travelers say that the Snow Dragon's Den is the nicer of the two."

The guard opens the gate just enough to let you through, oblivious to the scowl that is on his partner's face.


Helena:

"If ye're blind, then how did you make it through the forest?" The man calls out again.

"Shelyn's arse boy, are ye really gonna do this every damned time?!" a second man says. A few moments later, a man dressed in hard leathers and a worn tabard comes into view.

"Fergive the lad. He means well, but doesn't understand that though some are cursed, they are also blessed. There are two inns, the Hobbled Hobbit and the Snow Dragon's Den. I've heard travelers say the Snow Dragon is the finer of the two." He offers an arm to help Helena to the gate.

"Will ye be wantin' help to get to the inn?" the second guard asks.


Male Half-Elf Wizard(Abjurer)/3 HP 18/18 | Init +1 | AC 11/ T11/ FF10 | Saves Fort+3, Ref+2, Will+5 | Perception +11
Quote:
"What kind of employment? We don't have call for wizards here."

Kylar sighs at the idiotic reply. A long day's journey had not left him in the best of moods. "So it's going to be that kind of evening, I see."

"Then no doubt I won't be here long," he replies, doing his level best not to let his disdain show. "But for the night I shall stay here, unless the innkeeps are fond of you turning away their business."


Male Human (þursfyrðar) Ranger (Freebooter) 1

Björn & DM-S:

Skäne opens his hands wide in the peace sign before hailing the guards again;

"Oh aye. We komm to raid the barrels of your taverns and steal the hearts of maids! Har! Und if there is red-handed work for us that will pay us gild then we shall take that too..."


GM:
Looking at the second guard with her big sapphire eyes, Delilah said, "Thank you kind sir. I'll head to the Dragon then and get some nice warm food." She made it a point to add a little extra sway in her hips as she walked by the guards. Upon reaching the Snow Dragon's Den she opened the door and entered. Finding a nice quiet corner, the Witch sat down and ordered hot stew.


Female Angelkin Barbarian 1

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Rayla grinned. Those guys didn't seem so bad after all. In an exaggerated gesture she turned around, overshadowed her eyes. "Nope, no devils!" She stepped closer to the guards. "But if you see any be sure to send them my way. My blade tasted orc blood the last time, but it's been a while..." She smiled openly at the two. "So, what's it gonna be? You won't force me to play the damsel in distress, would you?" Rayla put one of her - mostly naked - legs a little forward while she examined the two. It might be cheap to play that card, but it couldn't hurt.


Female Human Oracle (life) 4 | AC 19, T 11, FF 18 | hp 8/31 | CMD 16 | F +4, R +3, W +4 | Init +2| Perc +4 | low-light vision, darkvision 30 ft | Channel Positive Energy 3/5 | 1st-level spells 6/7 | 2nd-level spells 1/4

GM:

Helena relaxes as the man comes into view, as if he's stepped through a cloud of fog towards her. "Thank you, kind sir. I think I might require help there - while I have some sense of direction, unfamiliar streets are like a maze to someone in my condition." As he guides her to the gate, she adds, "And by what are can I call my kind escort?"


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Going to give Björn a chance to respond. Post will come later tonight.


Human (þursfyrðar) Druid (Bear Shaman) 1 | AC 15 T 11 FF 14 | HP 19/19 | F +4 R +1 W +4 | Init +1 | Perception +8 | Predator's Grace 5/5

GM and Skäne:
The gigantic hirsute man bellows back, "Reyndar erum við víkingar. Við misstum skipinu og hafa komið til að taka einn af þinn!"

Turning again to his boon companion, Björn shakes his head as he says, "Lítil stofnanir halda aðeins lítið gáfur."

"Reyndar erum við víkingar. Við misstum skipinu og hafa komið til að taka einn af þinn!" - "Indeed, we are vikings. We lost our ship and have come to take one of yours!"

"Lítil stofnanir halda aðeins lítið gáfur." - "Little bodies only hold little brains."


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I'll be posting at lunch. Sorry for the silence last night, I needed to clear my head


Female Human Oracle (life) 4 | AC 19, T 11, FF 18 | hp 8/31 | CMD 16 | F +4, R +3, W +4 | Init +2| Perc +4 | low-light vision, darkvision 30 ft | Channel Positive Energy 3/5 | 1st-level spells 6/7 | 2nd-level spells 1/4

That's alright, DM. I hope your head's sufficiently clear now. :)


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Well I thought so until it was pointed out to me that I had missed a major change to a page that we manage for a client. Fortunately the deadline isn't until tomorrow and the change won't take more than an hour, and that's if I get finicky with it.

Björn and Skäne:
The first guard jumps when Björnlets out a bellow. The second one sighs and turns to Skäne.

"'Fraid there's not much call fer soldierin' or raiders. Ale we have in plenty though. Head up the main road, an' ye'll see two inns. One's the Hobbled Hobbit, the other's the Snow Dragon's Den. If ye're short on coin, the Hobbit's the better bet. Ye might want to tell yer friend there to keep it down, though. We hear a shout like that an' the guard will think there's a brawl goin' on."


Rayla:
The first guard goes beet-red while his partner looks up and gives Rayla a smile.

"Well, I have to say that it's not of'en we get such a person as yerself here. It seems ye have Johann here all flustered." he says with a wheezing laugh.

"'Fraid I'm a little too old fer that to work on me though. If yer lookin' fer a place to stay, there's the Hobbled Hobbit and the Snow Dragon's Den on the main road through town. Though if ye have a tale or two, Gawain, at the Hobbit, would be more than happy fer ye to spin a yarn."


Kylar:
The second guard speaks up before the first can further anger the half-elf.

"Fergive the lad, he's a bit dense an' hasn't had proper manners beat into his thick skull yet. There's two inns if yer lookin' fer a bed to sleep in, both n the main road through town. The Hobbled Hobbit an' the Snow Dragon's Den. I hear that the owner o' the Snow Dragon is also a wizard, perhaps he'd be willin' to swap spells with ye?"


Deliah:
The Snow Dragon's Den is easy enough to find. An elaborate sign hangs above the stout door showing a white-scaled dragon sleeping in a snow filled cave. Inside, the furnishings are on the plain side, but are well kept and the common room is cozy enough. A warm fire crackles at one end of the room. Oddly enough, there's no one sitting at the tables.

Shortly after you arrive, a white-scaled kobold scurries from behind the counter.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome! My name is Kark and this is the finest inn Hammenholdt. Would you care for anything? We have the best selection of fruits, dishes, and wines."

A few minutes after ordering a bowl of stew and warming up, the Kobold returns, carrying a tray with bread, stew, and a mug of something steaming.

"Please enjoy, miss. Let Kark know if there's anything else that you would like. I also fixed you a warm drink. From your dress, I can tell you are not used to the colder climes. Please, let me know how you like it."


Helena:
"Wilhelm, ma'am. I'm happy to help in any way I can. " He says as he helps Helena to the gate. There is another guard standing beside the gate, and he appears to be glaring at the second guard.

"Johann, Alfin, ye two have the gate 'til I get back. Alfin's in charge."

A third voice comes beyond the gate. "Right, I'll make sure Johann stays out of trouble."

Another guard appears as he slips through the gate before opening it wider to let Helena and Wilhem through. Once on the other side, it closes with a bang and Wilhelm turns to Helena.

"So, milady, where to?"


Male Human (þursfyrðar) Ranger (Freebooter) 1

Bjorn & DM-Salsa:

Skäne nods in thanks to the less jumpy guard;

"Thank you little one. Snow Dragon's Den seem's more fitting for Kaldrnordmann such as ourselves..."

Turning to his bigger companion he bears the grim tidings with a scowl...

"Litli vörður sagði að það er engin sögur að segja hér og fyrir þig til að vera eins þögul sem dauða frosti. Öskrandi eins og björn mun aðeins koma með fleiri af þessum brynvarða barna til brawl með okkur!"

Translation from þurstunga: The little guard said there is no sagas to be told here and for you to be as silent as a death frost. Roaring like a bear will only bring more of these armoured children to brawl with us!

... before breaking into a hard eyed grin as he beckons the giant wildman follow:

"Svo koma skulum að minnsta kosti drekka og borða nægju okkar og áður við að sýna þeim hvernig á að berjast eins og Norðmönnum já?"

Translation from þurstunga: So come let us at least drink and eat our fill afore we show them how to fight like Northmen yes?


Male Half-Elf Wizard(Abjurer)/3 HP 18/18 | Init +1 | AC 11/ T11/ FF10 | Saves Fort+3, Ref+2, Will+5 | Perception +11

GM:

Kylar bows his head slightly to the more polite guard.

My thanks for the information.

A word or two with a fellow wizard would be pleasant, he muses to himself. I've been too long without stimulating conversation.

Assuming they let him in following that, Kylar will head for the Snow Dragon's Den.


Female Human Oracle (life) 4 | AC 19, T 11, FF 18 | hp 8/31 | CMD 16 | F +4, R +3, W +4 | Init +2| Perc +4 | low-light vision, darkvision 30 ft | Channel Positive Energy 3/5 | 1st-level spells 6/7 | 2nd-level spells 1/4

Eek. Sounds like a small fix, at least.

GM:

"The Snow Dragon's Den sounds lovely," Helena says with a smile, following Wilhelm through the streets. "Can you tell me more about this town? What lies further north of here?" She has no difficulty following him, as long as she stays close. As she walks, she wonders for the hundredth time why she was drawn north - what might possibly be pulling her to this place.


GM:
Patting the Kobold on the head, she says, "Awww, thank you little friend, this will suffice beautifully." Sitting back in her seat, Delilah takes the cup in both hands and sips it. Mmmm, this is good. I'm going to have to try and get this recipe.


Female Angelkin Barbarian 1

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Rayla gives Johann an encouraging smile and warm glow from her golden eyes. "No reason to be shy, you're a good looking guy; bet the girls around here like you." She turns to the elder guard. "Thanks. I am more in the mood for listening and putting my feet up than telling my tales, but it sounds gorgeous. Hope you have mead good here. Stay sharp, guys, and have a pleasant watch!" She continues to march down into the valley of the town. The sun sparkles in her strangely metallic hair as leaves the guards and makes her stand out in front of the background of the village.

In the town she looks around to see whether there is anything that looks like an opportunity for work and get an impression of the people here, but walks straight for the inn.


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@ Rayla: Which inn?


[reference image] Female Half-Elf Witch 3
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HP 8/13 | AC 16, flat-footed 14, touch 16 (+2 Dex, +4 Mage Armor) | Speed: 30ft | Perc: +4 (low-light) | F +2, R +3, W +4 (+6 enchantment)

The Hobbit


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Björn and Skäne:

The townsfolk make sure to stay well away from the two Kaldrnordmann as they make their way to the Snow Dragon's Den.

The inn is easy enough to find. An elaborate sign hangs above the stout door showing a white-scaled dragon sleeping in a snow filled cave. Inside, the furnishings are on the plain side, but are well kept and the common room is cozy enough. A warm fire crackles at one end of the room. At on of the tables sits a strangely dressed young woman. There is, however, a stranger sight greeting the pair. A white-scaled kobold grumbling as he heads back to the counter at the back of the room. His demeanor quickly changes as he notices the two newcomers.

"Ah! Welcome friends! This is the Snow Dragon's Den, and I am the owner, Kark Icetooth. What can I do for you two gentlemen?"


Rayla:

The Hobbled Hobbit is easy enough to find. After she passes an inn with a sign depicting a sleeping white dragon, Rayla comes upon another, this one with a heavy oak sign that has an image of a hafling on a crutch with a mug of ale in one hand and mischievous grin on his face. Inside is a room filled with furniture polished by age, and more than a brawl or two from the looks of it. Inside are a few people scattered about. The quiet is almost instantly broken by a rowdy chorus.

"HEYO! The ale's a-flowin' an' the Hobbit's doin' fine!"

An aged halfling on a crutch hobbles from where he was chatting to the front door.

"'Ello, miss. Welcome to tha 'Obbled 'Obbit. As ye can see, I'm Gawain E'ersteady, the said 'obbit. What'll be lass? Some ale, some stew, an' maybe a room, too?"


Kylar:

The Snow Dragon's Den is easy enough to find. An elaborate sign hangs above the stout door showing a white-scaled dragon sleeping in a snow filled cave. Inside, the furnishings are on the plain side, but are well kept and the common room is cozy enough. A warm fire crackles at one end of the room. There is a strange young woman sitting at one of the tables, as well as two men who would tower over most anyone you can remember. As you enter, a white-scaled kobold scurries forward to greet Kylar.

"Welcome friend. This is the Snow Dragon's Den. I am Kark Icetooth, the owner, How my I help you?"


Deliah:

The drink is crisp, with hints of cinnamon, apple, and some other spices that are more difficult to identify.

When Deliah pats the kobold on the head though, something flashes in his icy-blue eyes.

"Please refrain from doing that. I am a person, not a pet."


Helena:

The Snow Dragon's Den is easy enough to find. An elaborate sign hangs above the stout door showing a white-scaled dragon sleeping in a snow filled cave. Inside, the furnishings are on the plain side, but are well kept and the common room is cozy enough. A warm fire crackles at one end of the room. Wilhelm lets out a low whistle as he sees the people in the room, a young woman, a half-elf man, and two men that look like they might be giants.

"'Sbeen a long while since I've seen the place this busy." he says, despite the foom being mostly empty.

"Oi, Kark! Ye in here?" He calls out.

A white-scaled kobold steps from behind the counter and hurries to the door, an obvious expression of exasperation on his face.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I am here, Wilhelm. There's no need to ye-" he comes to a halt as he sees Helena's clouded eyes.

"Oh, um, pardon me. Being a little flustered is no reason to be rude. I am Kark Icetooth, and this is my establishment, the Snow Dragon's Den. If there's anything, anything at all, that you need help with I am more than happy to be at your service."


GM:
"My apologies Kark, I will make sure not to next time." Pointing to her drink, Delilah adds, "This is very yummy, some of the best I've had in some time. What's it called?"


Female Human Oracle (life) 4 | AC 19, T 11, FF 18 | hp 8/31 | CMD 16 | F +4, R +3, W +4 | Init +2| Perc +4 | low-light vision, darkvision 30 ft | Channel Positive Energy 3/5 | 1st-level spells 6/7 | 2nd-level spells 1/4

GM:
Helena peers up at the sign curiously - it's an interesting choice of name, after all, and far more whimsical than the names back home. Lowering her eyes to a normal level, she follows Wilhelm through the doors, making sure to keep touching the walls and furniture to keep track of her bearings.

The warmth of the room washes over her, and she relaxes somewhat, shrugging off her shawl. She glances around, squinting at the other patrons - her gaze is immediately drawn to the two enormous men, and she finds herself stepping slightly closer to Wilhelm, despite the fact that neither looks hostile in the slightest.

At the appearance of the kobold, her eyes widen, and she takes a step back in surprise. After a moment, she realizes how rude she must seem, and stoops slightly, extending a hand to the kobold.

"A pleasure to meet you, Kark. And please, don't mind my condition - I take no offense." She looks around the room again, briefly. "I don't require much - a meal and a drink will suffice. And how much are your rooms?"

Not wanting to keep Wilhelm from his post for long, she turns to him with a smile. "I believe I'll be fine now, Wilhelm. Thank you for your assistance."


Male Human (þursfyrðar) Ranger (Freebooter) 1

Bjorn & DM-Salsa:

Skäne stoops slightly as he enters the inn, shooting a quick grin as he awaits the inevitable grumblings from his bigger companion on the tiny nature of huses in the South.

As he spies the kobold the smile dies on his lips, replaced by a quizzical scowl... a comment in his native tongue... then a booming laugh;

"Ekki alveg Snow Ormur við ráð ha bróðir? Har!"

Translation from þurstunga: Not quite the Snow Worm we expected eh brother? Har!

The huge Kaldnordmann surveys the room afore the looks down at the tiny kobold before him;

"Greetings little ormurblod. I am Skäne Snjármǫn, and the giant o' the wilds behind me is Björn Arinbjörnson. Both proud sons of the Kaldnord journeying hame. Food, drink and plenty of it will suffice for now Kark Ístönn... Know we have appetites to match our stature and coin enough yes?"


Female Angelkin Barbarian 1

GM:
Rayla tries a somewhat compelled smile at the hobbit. She just wants to relax a little and this all too cheery attitude might be a bit much right now. However, the collective welcome of the patrons inside makes her melt a little.

"Yes, all of that would be great. Rayla, from the Windgras Plains. Pleased to meet you." With a sigh she takes her gear off and turns to the crowd, speaking up a little louder: "Hello folks! Let me know of any trouble with monsters and critters in the area and I'll take care about it!" She takes a bow in response to the cheery greeting.

She looks straight at the next group of people gathered at a table: "Mind if I join? I prefer some good company and stories from the area. I'm Rayla." She drags her equipment to that table, nods and smiles to the people, giving each one a friendly examination with the intense look from her gleaming gold brown eyes.


Male Half-Elf Wizard(Abjurer)/3 HP 18/18 | Init +1 | AC 11/ T11/ FF10 | Saves Fort+3, Ref+2, Will+5 | Perception +11

GM:

Upon entering the Snow Dragon's Den, Kylar finds himself pleased with the apparent care and comfort evident about the place. It would be a fine change from sleeping next to rocks by the side of the road, or some of the dingier inns that weren't much better than said rocks.

Even as the small, scaly proprietor of the Den approaches him, Kylar's eye catches two massive figures seated at one table, and a small smile lifts one corner of his mouth. He'd know those bulks anywhere.

Quote:
"Welcome friend. This is the Snow Dragon's Den. I am Kark Icetooth, the owner, How my I help you?"

Kylar bows respectfully to the kobold. "Master Icetooth. My name is Kylar Bannon, and I require a room for at least the night, if one is available."

Kylar takes a closer look at his host, and surprises himself when he keeps speaking.

"I'd also been told that you perhaps have some interest in magic? It has been some time since I've been able to speak with a fellow practitioner. If I heard correctly, and if you have the time, of course."

It had been so long since Kylar had spoken so many words at once that he feels a faint sense of embarrassment when he finally ceases.


Human (þursfyrðar) Druid (Bear Shaman) 1 | AC 15 T 11 FF 14 | HP 19/19 | F +4 R +1 W +4 | Init +1 | Perception +8 | Predator's Grace 5/5

Björn and Skäne:

Björn glares with menace at every person he passes, making the effort to leer at any of the womenfolk. At the entrance to the inn, he growls, "Fjandinn þessi litlu fólki og hovels þeirra! Það er eins og við klifra í kanínum holu.

Translation from þurstunga: Damn these little people and their hovels! It is as though we climb into a rabbit hole.

Folding nearly in half, he enters the room. At the sight of the kobold, Björn stops in his tracks. He snarls at the dragon ilk, "Ég mun klæðast húðina eins og fingur hanski, þú stökk upp ís maggot. Þjóna upp eðla, blóðug."

Translation from þurstunga: I will wear your skin as a finger glove, you jumped up ice maggot. Serve up the lizard, bloody.


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Björn and Skäne:
Kark's eyes narrow when Björn snarls at him in a tongue that the kobold doesn't know before he has the chance to reply to Skäne.
"There are some things worth more than coin, Northman. I may not understand your tongue, but I know a threat when I hear one." His voice pitches low and menacing as he continues. "You are welcome to stay if you wish, but if I so much as think you are about to start something I will have you out in the streets. Am I making myself clear?"

Rayla:
"Oi Lass, Oi think dere be shomethin' unner me bed. Perhaps ye can stay the noight wit' me an' keep da munsters away!" answers a red-faced man, who is obviously well into his cups to a chorus of bawdy laughter.

"Aye, an' 'ow's about I tells yer wife about wha' really 'appened ta 'er good linens?" shouts another, younger man, bringing an even louder round of laughter from the rest. Even Gawain gives a hearty chuckle.

"Well, Miss Rayla. It seems you have made quite the impression on Luther. Hold off on the tales though, I'll be right back with something hot and delicious." Gawain says before hobbling off to the kitchen.


Kylar:
"My this is a treat. It is so rare that I get to speak with another practitioner of the arcane. Let me make sure everyone is settled and fed then we can talk to your heart's delight. In the meantime, would you care for anything to eat or drink?"

Deliah:
The kobold perks up slightly when Deliah apologizes and asks about the drink. It seems that the tiefling has unknowingly hit a rather sore nerve.

"No harm done. It is... irksome to be treated like a pet when people should know better. As for the drink, it is a spiced cider of my own recipe. Gawain, the owner of the Hobbled Hobbit was kind enough to teach me the recipe when I first started. I am proud to say that I have improved on it since then."


Helena:
It can be difficult to tell with most races, but Kark's cheeks darken in a blush as he realizes his misstep.
"Um, well... anyway, I am at your service if need be. A room and two meals are only a few silver. There aren't many people here at the moment, so I can give you the finest I have."

Wilhelm turns to Helena when he's dismissed.
"The pleasure is mine. It's not often I get to be an escort to a lovely lady, at least not since my daughters and sons moved off. I wish you well, ma'am." With that, he leaves, presumably back to his post.

Feel free to RP some if you want. I'll be moving the game forward on Thursday or Friday.


GM:
"Well my compliments to you then, it has a very unique bouquet. I'll flag you down if I need anything else." After the kobold leaves and after a few more bites of her meal, Delilah begins to look around the common room for a potential bed warmer for the night.


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Helena nods to the kobold. "I'd like a meal, then, if it's not too much trouble. Whatever you happen to be serving." When he leaves, she looks around at the rest of the room. A young woman, seemingly on the prowl like a wild cat; the two enormous men who made her feel uncomfortable by their sheer bulk... she makes her way over to another table, where a young man - half-elven, by the look of things - is sitting.

"Excuse me," she says, gesturing to an empty seat. "Would you mind if I joined you? You see, I'm new in town, and was hoping for someone to talk to." She offers him a friendly smile, her eyes focusing on him through the film.


Female Angelkin Barbarian 1

In the 'Hobbled Hobbit':
Rayla falls into the laughter and adds to Luther with a defiant grin that lets her unnaturally bright white teeth sparkle : "Aye, but if you weren't all that kind to strange women maybe you wouldn't have to be afraid of the monster under your bed. In the mean time give it a good snog from me and maybe you find out that there is nothing to fear from her after all."

"Thanks, Gawain, and make it a big tankard, I've been traveling for quite a while!" she calls after the 'hobbled hobbit'. "So.... the monster I thought about were more of the kind of orcs, like the ones I fought in Lorinstedt, but that will have to wait until our little host with the great heart and hopefully even greater mugs is back."

She loosens the straps that hold her mantle a bit without taking it off, leans her greatsword to the next best chair and leans back on another, next to it, with a content sigh. She gives the younger man who called out earlier a curious glance, scanning his fingers for a ring or anything of the like - she has been travelling alone for a while after all. "So, the charmer here is Luther and you guys are?"


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Snow Dragon's Den:

Skäne scowls first at his comrade, barking a comment in their harsh tongue...

"Uss nú Birni. Þessi ormur-ætt er gestgjafi okkar og Kaldnordrmann ekki móðga ekki á móti her. Svo láta lítið eitt húð sína og njóta þess sem telst yfirlæti hér í veikburða Suður!"

Translation from þurstunga: Hush now Björn. This worm-kin is our host and Kaldnordrmann do not insult a welcoming host. So leave the little one its skin and enjoy what constitutes hospitality here in the weak South!

...afore addressing the diminutive kobold before him with a forced grin;

"Calm thyself little Ormurblodd. Bjorn here, like his namesake bear, is hungry and belligerent from the road and we welcome the wares of your hus and hearth..."


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Snow Dragon's Den:
Kylar mood brightens a bit more at the kobold's response.

"Please, take your time. And I will take a bit of whatever is most plentiful, if you would," he responds with a small smile.


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Snow Dragon's Den:
Looking at the two human's and the half-elf, Delilah couldn't help but think, Hmm, the big one's look promising, let's wait a moment and see what happens. Staying at her table, Delilah sipped her drink eyeing the three men, rather hungrily.


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As all of you settle in for the night, enjoying conversations with both keepers and guests, or sizing up potential company for the night, a few men, wearing fine armor and leathers, burst in. At both the Hobbit and the Snow Dragon, they ask only one question.

"Who of you came in this day?"

And this is why I wasn't worried about which in you stayed at. ;)


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Looking up from her meal, Helena slowly stands, one hand resting on the back of her chair. She squints in the directon of the voice, just able to make out the figures of the men.

"I came in a few hours ago," she says simply, holding out one hand, palm facing upward. "Would you mind coming closer if you wish to continue speaking? I cannot quite see you from here, and I believe it is rude to insist on a conversation when one party is at a disadvantage."


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"... and, regardless how heroic his charge may have been, since his smell with so disgusting that we had trouble keeping the formation, we pushed him..." Rayla is just telling a story as the door bursts open.

Quote:
"Who of you came in this day?"

Turning towards the men, Rayla stood up and examined them. She tries to shake the three big tankards off and assess the situation. Why does this always happen when I let my guard down and enjoy myself for a bit?

"I did... I suppose you're not here for a drink and stories?" She stands in arm's reach of her greatsword but has no intention of escalating the situation by reaching for it... but if those guys reach for their weapons...


Male Human (þursfyrðar) Ranger (Freebooter) 1

When the men burst in Skäne mutters a comment his huge shield brodir, but does not rise from the bench laden with tankards and empty food platters;

"Þeir spyrja spurninga án inngangi ... Í Kaldnord við myndum senda þær til næsta lífi fyrir svona lítil. Æ við erum í þessari suður með undarlegum lögum og veikburða vegu ... svo ég mun vera blíður"

Translation from þurstunga:

They ask questions without introductions... In the Kaldnord we would send them to the next life for such a slight. Alas we are in this South with its strange laws and weak ways... so I will be gentle

The large Northman drains his mug afore wiping his ale soaked moustache on his sleeve - afore addressing the men in thick accented speech;

"Who asks? Weigh your words and actions wisely, men of the South, for you speak to two Sons of the Kaldnord..."


Ooo, tough men in armor. Maybe one of them gets lonely. "I came in a little bit ago. Why?"


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Downing another ale while pondering the kobold's insult in bringing men drinks in a child's cup, he misses the clamor at the door. At
Skäne's utterance, he stays seated on the bench. Motioning for more ale, he ignores the interruption... for now.


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The Snow Dragon:
"I apologize for being terse, but Sir Corwin wishes to speak with you. I assure you all that it is a matter of dire importance and that any who answer his call will be rewarded." Says the man, despite the lack of information he gives, it seems that he is indeed sincere.

The Hobbit:
"I am afraid not miss. We are here to escort you to Sir Corwin. He wishes to speak with you at once on an urgent matter." Says the leader of the troop earnestly.


Getting up and walking over to the newcomers, Delilah innocently asks, "Care to give a poor little woman like me an escort to this Sir Corwin?" With big soft eyes, she added, "Please?"


Female Human Oracle (life) 4 | AC 19, T 11, FF 18 | hp 8/31 | CMD 16 | F +4, R +3, W +4 | Init +2| Perc +4 | low-light vision, darkvision 30 ft | Channel Positive Energy 3/5 | 1st-level spells 6/7 | 2nd-level spells 1/4

Leaving her meal, Helena pulls on her shawl, wrapping it around her narrow shoulders, and picks up her pack and spear again. She carefully makes her way over to the voices, feeling more at ease when she can see her questioners. She frowns slightly at the woman next to her, who appears to be more concerned with appearing innocent than finding out what's going on. She must have something to hide, she thinks.

"I will require an escort, but for my own reasons," she says, touching a pale finger to the corner of one milky eye. "I fear I cannot find my way around these streets alone. Who is Sir Corwin, if I may ask?"


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Björn looks to his shieldbrother to gauge his reaction.

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