The Giant's Might

Game Master Yukom

Post your character's stats & info here, & when we get 5 players, we will begin.

Here's the stats for my catfolk druid and her tiger companion:

Here is Desmond Areos. Stats are on his alias...

Character fully updated. Love to hear feedback

Alyara, not to impose, but don't druids have to be somewhat neutral?

Thanks for catching that, here's her new stats:

Here is Marco. Stats in profile, but I have copied and pasted below as well. Thanks.

Roran & Marco, I need you guys to select 1 more trait. Otherwise, these characters are great

Dotting - all the character info is on the alias - trait update incoming asap.

Added Bully trait.

Heldar alias updated with two additional traits - how many players are we going to have in total? Just for me to have an idea of group balance and perhaps, if allowed, make a few last minute adjustments to make us more solid.

I was thinking of making up to 5 or 6 players total.

We are at 5 right now correct?

Yes, we are. So I believe we can begin.

You are all entering the town of Platinum Vale, a young town just west of the Storval River and south of some of the Kodar Mountains. It is a humble place, with a large variety of traders and shoppers giving away a diversity of items, from bread, wine, and fish to rings and necklaces. However, dotting in a few parts of the northern section are houses scorched to their "skeletons", and even more houses abandoned, apparently from whatever caused the fires.

Your task is to find the local tavern, named the Flying Frog, and talk to the local mayor of the town, Defattu, for a special yet dangerous mission.

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Changed my character icon to better suit his background

Desmond will stop a local and ask, "Can you tell me how to get to the Flying Frog?"

As Heldar strolls into Platinum Vale, he cannot help but smile at the myriad of sights and sounds that assault his senses - he had been traversing the wild for some time, over two weeks, and as much as he enjoyed NAtures' Call, and the quietness that begets contemplation, it felt very good to be back in a civilized location.

Walking along the stands, he notices the varied goods being peddled, some familiar to him, others not - more out of wanting to make a quick conversation than anything else, he addresses one of the merchants - "Good morning dear Sir, I have just arrived in town and would like to know if you could direct me to the Flying Frog inn - I have business to attend there"

Diplomacy if needed: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Are we assuming we are arriving to town together, know each other prior to this time, or are we meeting when we get our mission from the mayor?

We are quite the charismatic bunch

edit: ninja'd by Alyara. Yes, do we already know each other?

I'm fine with already knowing each other. Perhaps we traveled together while protecting a caravan?

That works for me.

Marco follows the others to the local tavern, anxious to see what this mission will entail.

The decision on whether or not you all know each other is up to you; if you want to know only a few of the fellow PCs, then I would PM them. Otherwise, you don't know each other.

Desmond asked the local baker, a hearty young female dwarf, on the location of the Flying Frog. With a small laugh, she says, " Oy, it's the only inn in the whole blooming town! But...since ya ain't from here, just follow that there road and you should see it. It's sign shows a skinny-legged frog with some bat wings. The dwarven woman pointed to her left, then returned to her work.

Meanwhile, the merchant-who appeared to sell various meats-stared awkwardly at Heldar, until he asked politely about the Flying Frog. "Well, lad, I take it you're new to town, so just follow to your left and it will be on your right. It's impossible to miss, what it being the only inn and bar in town".

"My thanks" Desmond says with a smile before heading in the direction the dwarf indicated.

How did we find out about this mission? Did we see want ads? Did we get an invitation?...Did we get a message from mythical beings from above telling us to follow a star, oh wait that's been done before, but you get what I mean. What got us to come here?

"Thank you" - Heldar offers a short bow and a smile to the merchant, and makes way following the directions offered.

I just realized that Alyara makes a great point. No matter I will fix this-each one of you will get a PM explaining how you found out about the mission. I'm still learning how to be a GM, so please bear with me.

Very good. An excellent starting point would be in intro where we describe our PCs as they appear walking into the tavern individually...just a suggestion/

Alyara comes strutting into town will her head held as high as her neck could stretch feeling very empowered. She looks down at the white tiger who walks in next to her and says "See Regit I told you we'd make it. No more hunting dire rats in rich people's homes for us because we got this message from the mayor." As she says this she pulls out a piece of paper and looks over it again, not really needing to since after the hundredth read she had every word, comma, and space memorized. Next to her Regit just rolls his eyes and grows a little, almost sounding annoyed by the whole thing. Alyara looks down at him and says "How could you say that, of course the messenger didn't make a mistake. See!" she says while pointing to the first line "It says right here: 'Dear Alyara' and my name is even written in a different hand writing, that means it's official." Regit just rolls his eyes again as they keep walking.
Alyara walks up to the first person who doesn't run at the sight of a catfolk and tiger walking they way, but that may have only been because they cornered the poor man, and Alyara thrusts the paper in his face and demands "Where is the Flying Frog Inn? For we have been summoned by your mayor because we are great warriors."

The old man just points to his left, saying, "It's the only inn in town; you can't miss it." His voice completely carried a theme of fear.

Alyara bows very graciously and politely says "Thank you good sir you have been very helpful and I will be sure to tell the mayor how kind and helpful you were to his honored guests" while Regit again rolls his eyes. Before the old man can say anything else Alyara bounds off on all fours, much more cat like then humaniod, with Regit right at her side. As they run Alyara says to Regit "You should be careful about how much you roll your eyes, one of these days they're just going to roll right out of your head." Regit, in response, gives what only could be described as an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes once more.

Roran eyes the catfolk with interest for a moment, then redirects his attention to the mission at hand. However...it couldn't hurt if the man he asked for directions just happened to be the one selling the local wines. After dropping a copper piece or two and asking for a sip of the wine Just a sip, just to taste, remember you're on a job then says "Very sweet, I'll be sure to come back. Can you point me to the Flying Frog Inn?"

After arriving in town, Marco made his way quickly to the Flying Frog Inn. He had an affinity for finding such locations without assistance due to his chequered past in which he frequented such establishments.

He stepped through the doors into the familiar smells of the common room. He glared about. Marco was tall and well-muscled with scars that showed he was not a man to be trifled with. He had a shaved pate and carried two swords, one short and one long, hanging ready at his belt.

Now where can I find this mayor Defattu?

Marco scans the room for an official looking character with a determined scowl on his face as he approaches the barkeep.

Perception:: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Can I get an Ale, good sir? And, do ya know if Mayor Defattu has been in today, or is in now?

He tosses a silver on the bar.

At the inn Alyara bursts through the front door and Regit follows hanging his head, looking almost embarrassed to be seen walking in with her. They walk right up to the innkeeper and Alyara proclaims in her most important sounding voice "We are here to see the mayor, he is expecting us." she looks around to see if anyone else is looking at her, though to her disappointment they've all gone back to their daily business now that they've all realized that the tiger is not going to kill them at a moment's notice. So Alyara pulls out the paper shoving it in his face and speaks a little louder in the same tone "See here was the proclamation he sent me." She then jabs the top line "And that's my name right there 'Alyara' yes siree that's me." She then looks around again, but still no one is paying her any mind. She looks back at the innkeeper feeling completely deflated and awaits his response.

At the mention of the mayor by the Catfolk and the shock of her pet in tow, Marco steps forward.

Well met, Alyara. I am Marco. it appears that we have both been summoned by Mayor Defattu.

He leans in close to Alyara and whispers between clenched teeth.

We may want to keep that to ourselves and the proprietor of this establishment, though. No need t'draw attention to the very important mission, no?

Marco notices a rather large man, with a small beard and a jolly smile, sitting at one of the tables. Sitting next to him is a young half-elf, with dark brown hair and a small, bipedal, long-necked reptilian creature next to him. The two don't seem to notice either Marco or Alyara.

The barkeep looks curiously at the two newcomers, and replies, "Uh...one mug of ale coming up." Before he leaves, he says, "We're hoping more of you are here...our problem is getting way too out of hand."

At the Wine Shop, the gnome man looked up at the rather intimidating fellow, and replied with, "Most visitors ask that question, since we don't get a lot of visitors in the first place. Anyways, just follow the road and it's the inn with a sign of a frog with bat wings. Hard to miss."

Roran smiles "Thanks" and heads over

As he enters the pub, his greatsword hilt bangs on the wall. He ducks and enters, then straitens up and makes his way to the bar while checking out the room. Upon arrival there, he's surprised to see the catfolk again, but then shakes it out of his mind and calls the bartender "Just a water. Is the Mayor here today? I'm new in town and don't know what he looks like" he says while casually glancing around at the people

Marco nods at the large bloke and his sword. He then looks back at the barkeep.

Well, as you can see it is getting a bit crowded with people here to see the Mayor. We would love to help, but where is he?

As Heldar notices the exchange between Marco and Alyara, he approaches the two of them and introduces himself - "Well met friends, it would appear that we gather for common reasons - do you mind if I join you? My name is Heldar, and I would offer to buy us one round while we talk for a moment" - the man offers an open smile.

"So, he asked for a group. Problem must be serious then" Roran sips his water

Marco finishes off his Ale, places the mug on the bar, and extends a hand with gnarled and scarred knuckles that appeared to have suffered much abuse over the years.

I am Marco Andrezi, and I would be happy to have another on ya, Heldar. What's yer name there big fella?

Alyara's ego deflates as she sees that she's not the only one called upon for this great endeavor, but she is noticing the she is the only woman and that seems to boost her up a little. Even if I wasn't the only one called upon at least I was the only woman they deemed worthy of this great mission. and that thought brought a smile to her face. It is at this moment that she realizes Heldar had addressed her. "A drink? Oh, you mean alcohol? No, none for me, it would divert my mind from it stone solid focus. But Regit has been known to put a few away, though he's not really the best at holding his liquor and it's a terrible mess."

As he shakes Marco's hand with a smile, he comments to Alyara - "I was offering a drink of your chosing - it does not have to be an alcoholic one. What would you like to have? Tea? Water?"

"Bartender please - another ale for my friend Marco here, and one for myself. And for our lady companion...?" - he turns to Alyara expectantly.

Roran shakes his head "Where are meh manners. I am Roran Strax, Paladin of Erastil" he offers his hand

Desmond enters the tavern and asks the bartender diffidently,"Could you point me towards the mayor, please?"

"Join the party" Roran says, gesturing at the growing group

"Ah, my thanks," and joins the group. "My name is Desmond Areos, have you located the mayor then?"

Nope. Apparently they're waiting for us all to get here"

Nothing like making us stand around. Barkeep, do you have a private room, or something?

Suddenly, a small, bipedal, long-necked reptile jumped up onto the bar and squeaked something unrecognizable. "Sorry about that," a voice stated from behind them. It turned out to be a half-elf male, somewhere in his late 30s, with dark brown hair and extremely long, pointed elf ears. "Scout here can be...excitable. Anyways, I'm Vyranos, the Headmaster of Platinum Vale's library, and a previous adventurer." He puts down a large bag of gold onto the bar, and replies to the barkeep, "Whatever they want, on me. Come on, we do have a private room in the back." The little reptilian creature then leaped onto his shoulders, and the two headed towards a door in the back, guarded by two half-orcs.

Filios, I don't remember you in the Recruitment thread...but welcome to the campaign. Anyways, anyone want to make a Knowledge (nature) check to identify little Scout?

"Ooo, tea please." Regit gives a little growl. "No Regit, I have not forgotten about you. Regit would like a bowl of tea with two tablespoons of honey and three teaspoons of sugar. He's very picky when it comes to his tea.

Roran shakes his head when the bartender looks at him expectantly. He stands and begins walking to the door, smiling at the half-orcs, wondering if they'll recognize him