The Silver Shields return (Inactive)

Game Master TheNine

.

The night is a typical cool spring evening, cool enough that the small fire in the large stone fireplace at the end of the common room provided more warmth than light. It was quiet enough though the common room had just enough guests that the barkeep, A no nonsense yet friendly enough half elf named Alinnawas busy enough stopping by a trio of tables... two with local farmers sharing tales and ales and one large one with some of the local lumberjacks drinking heavier stouts gambling coppers.

Seeing you enter at a moment she was behind the bar wiping off a freshly cleaned copper mug the Half even maiden smiles.

"Welcome to the Silver Chalice, I see you got your armbands finally Your first drinks are on me tonight shieldmates!"

She half called half spoke out giving a slight incline of her head before motioning out to the common rooms booths and seats.

Have a seat I'll be right with you."

She added before ducking her head in the back and hollaring something inconcernable to the kitchen.

Nizvit slinked in and quietly took a table. His eyes darting from patron to patron. He wasn't there to look for trouble. Well, not at this point in time. A quiet drink, some warmth, and he would be set to go. Being cold blooded did have its disadvantages sometimes. Good part though, he enjoyed the fire more than anyone else there

Nicenzia enters the tavern folding her midnight blue umbrella together in the entryway before moving into the establishment, her black dress almost flowing around her as she moves toward the barkeep returning her a nod upon hearing what she says. She moves towards the table the kobold has chosen and waits behind a chair. "This seems to be the most interresting table here tonight. Farmers and lumbers are such a bore compared to a kobold." she says smiling waiting for a nod she can sit.

Together in yet another game Seth, let's hope for a lively game

For clarity (i'll have an actually map up soon i hope,) You are members of the Silver Shields, a mercenary group with a small little keep about a half hours ride outside Macridi. You have all just been 'fully' admitted into the order, no more training, no more practice missions, your next job is the real deal. The reference to the armbands is just that, there is a silver armlet with the groups Symbol gilted on it expected to be worn on the upper arm on missions (unless of course stealth is required). The Silver Chalice is an actually inn owned and attached along the outer wall of the Keep. It is not owned by the Silver Shields, but the owner (a mysterious figure) does pay rent to be that close to the walls. I'll go over all this again when more of the party(s) are selected and I will post here in about in a few hours. :)

Nizvit abruptly stands up and stands to attention
"By all means my lady. Have a seat" he moves around. And even small in stature he goes to pull out the chair for the new arrival

"My name, if it pleases you, is Nizvit. A pleasure meeting someone as beautiful as yoursel" he gives her a bow

Nizvit almost looks like he has black scales, but only if the light catches him just right can one see the green hue to them. He is very small. Smaller than others of his kind. He has silvery eyes. He's Waring a very plain chain shirt as armour. His clothes seems a bit formal. Silvery linings and accents all across his garb.A pair of under developed leathery wings protrudes from his back. A small dagger by his hip. His bow is what stands out. It seems very exotic. Almost seems like it is made of some form of bone. His backpack seems to be close to him at all times

Nicenzia chuckles from surprise at the gentlemanship of the kobold and sits down. "My you are quiet the delightful creature mr. Nizvit. You may call me Nicenzia for giving such a compliment, most normal people would turn away from my deathly apperance, but maybe it's the ustavlavic features they fear." she says smiling so that Nizvit can see just a small bit of the elongated incisors.

Born and raised in Cheliax even as a slave she picked up how the household masters talked as you can see.

He scrambles back to his seat and with a bit of effort he's back on top. If he did notice the fangs, it was unclear. Since there seemed to be no odd reaction from him

"Nicenzia? Very peculiar name. You say you hail from Ustelav then? And please. Just Nizvit. I do not wish to be so formally adressed by such a lovely as yourself. The Great Dragon simply would be shamed if i let that happen"

"I didn't know how to address one such as you, so I went with the education I got inprinted from an early age." She pauses for a moment before answering "At least my family hails from there, I was born in Cheliax after some noblehouse brought my mother. Are you a decendant for a great dragon?" she asks a bit curious about that point of the sentence.

"Ah yes. Long legs tend to live a long time. My race is not very long lived. Chelaxian. Not a very good place to hail from if you are not one of the chosen. he tilts his head to one side a bit
"I am not blessed as such. I may have ties to the great dragons. But none as direct as I would have liked. No my fair Nicenzia. I simply revere and worship the Great Wyrm Apsu. May his wings shield me from my enemies"

"Welcome to the Silver Chalice, I heard about the tiny ceremony today awarding the newest batch of recruits to the business... what can i get for you two Its on the house so just you name it."

The woman behind the bar, clearly of elven heritage from the half pointed look to her ears said as she stood beside the table you two sat at. She too had a little silver armband on her bicep over the top of her long sleeved white shirt.

"I promise i wont let you get too drunk to miss the morning briefing tomorrow, so come on live a little tonight eh?"

Nicenzia flinches a little being called chelaxian by keeps her cool. "Cheliax is certainly no better Nizvit, not unless you are born by native parents. But Asmodeus' wills it, I got a chance to escape that life and elude a Hellknight who wanted to bring me back to servitude, luckily I ran into Tamrinil and she helped me here."

She turns and smiles at Alinna "A glass of your reddest wine."

He looks at the woman. He blinks a few times as to try and comprehend what was happening. He then snaps out of it by shaking his head then grinning

"Wine. Hmmm. Yes. Since its on the house. Let me try a bit of this fermented grapes that people talk about"

He turns back to their conversation "My appologies malady. It was my intent to imply that Cheliax is a nasty place to hail from. I did not wish to bring back painful memories. Let us change the subject to more exciting things... perhaps to what will happen in the morning?"

I am working on general knowledge. If things require a check. He can't roll for it, assume then he knows nothing about the subject. I simply play him as a well travelled kobold

"I'm sorry it's not your fault, I have a bit of a short temper. I think it's something that runs naturally in my blood. At least the taught me about the divine power of Asmodeus, but I didn't find it very much interresting comepared to the arcane that flows through me."

"I have neither blessing. But i believe Apsu will grant me what i need when he knows i am ready for it." he gives her a toothy smile

"What made you join the bunch of long legs?" he asks curiously

"The elven ranger Tamrinil, she saved my hide from that Hellknight who wanted to bring me back to my masters. I want to one day repay the favor and so I have stayed close to her and she told me to join here to borden my perspective of the world outside of Cheliax. And you?"

A man walks into the bar... Wrote most of this before reading what was already here. I hope the backstory of Aurelain already working for the Silver shields is ok. I am happy to say that he has just now reached the age of accountability and been allowed into the ranks formally. But he would have been around for years.

This man is really only half man. Even though he looks human enough with his bronze-gold skin tone, yellow hair, and his overall rugged good looks. There is just something not quite 'right' about him. The tusks give it away. The claws, while not really fitting either, are harder to notice. And what sort of man has yellow eyes.

But this man seems to be well known here. He must be a regular and a large mug of Kumis is poured for him before he even takes his seat. The waitress smiles at him as she brings his drink, making a funny face at its sour smell. Not sure how you can drink this stuff. she says as she sets the large mug down with exaggerated effort. Grew up on the stuff. he explains, not for the first time. My mum would not nurse me so I had mares milk from the start. Its obvious to all that she likes this fellow. He is likely a regular and those who also frequent the bar would know that he tips well and keeps his hands away from where they are not invited. As he drinks from the mug those who look more closely at him notice he is wearing a light set of lamellar leather armor that is embellished with the holy symbol of Cayden Cailean on its breast.

Only after a long pull on the mug does he look around for familiar faces. He too wears the silver arm band though his looks older and a little more worn. Seeing the kobold and the lady at the "recruits" table he figures he really should join them. So he picks up his drink and walks over. Good evening. I am also a newly admitted as a full member of the 'Shields He moves to show his armband. My name is Aurelain. Might I join you?

"Another half breed, not the same kind but might have experienced the same." Nicenzia looks up at the newcomer considering his suggestion. "Well sure, grab a chair where do you hail from?"

Nizvit nods and extends a small claw at Aurelain

"Salutation Aurelain. My name is Nizvit. If it pleases you. And my lovely friend overhere is called Nicenzia"

hehe...rippit....

Oh look the snakcs are here :p

Inil enters the tavern, garnering a gasp of surprise or maby its fear from the barkeep due to fearsome appearance, use'd to such reaction Inil does a quick sweep of the room to see if their's anyone he might know.
Before even viewing half the room, much to his delight and surprise he spot's what appears to be a kobold trying to best to not draw attention!
Seeing as no one had decided to kill the poor thing and no one showed any sign of wanting to anyway, Inil rush's over to introduce himself for this rare chance to talk to one of their race peacefully, In his excitement he fails to notice the other two occupants at table.

With a large grin on his face which in no way defently doe's not make him look more fearsome then he is, he stands opposite the kobold.
"Why hello their small fellow! Uh Miss? Mister?. Sorry I can't really tell. But that's beside the point!. I was wondering if I could steal some of you time to have a chat. Its a rare chance one gets to talk to one of you race!. No offence intended I mean."

Nice to meet everyone! I am new to post by play and and tabletop rpgs itself! I look forward to the chance of possibly playing with you all!.
If yous would like to get a picture of what my character looks like just have a look at my profile and go to the bottom.

I tells yous dat dis no be da place!

Rippit!Rippit!Rippit!

Yous jest mad 'cause mees smartest!

Just slightly preceding the argumentative voices, a dark green 3'2 and wirery goblin enters the tavern. He wears greens and browns leather; shortbow slung over one shoulder, a backpack the other. Hanging from his little waist rests a sword of some kind. Jammed into its opposite seems to be a crowbar (with bits of dried blood and fur on an end).

The goblin seems to be looking up, as he argues. Sitting nonchalantly on the goblins head is a grey and blue colored toad...

Rippit!, confidently croaks the toad (...was it smirking?)

Oh!, stammers the little goblin.

"Another half breed, not the same kind but might have experienced the same." Nicenzia looks up at the newcomer considering his suggestion. "Well sure, grab a chair where do you hail from?"

Nizvit nods and extends a small claw at Aurelain

"Salutation Aurelain. My name is Nizvit. If it pleases you. And my lovely friend overhere is called Nicenzia"

Taking a seat the golden half orc explains between swallows of a sour smelling drink that looks like spoiled milk Well, I come from here mostly. Grew up in the 'Shields if you can believe it. Of course they would not let me join all proper like untl I grew up some. I did a short stint in Cheliax, but, well things went a little wrong there. No, I have to be honest and admit a lot wrong. Anyway I am back and not likely to go to that esteemed country again. Lets just say the grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence and that sometimes there is no place like home. As he rests his well muscled arm on the table Nizvit notices the oddest thing. Under the heavy golden hair his skin almost looks scaled. More obvious is that his hands are easily as clawed as your own.

It is good to meet you Nizvit and Nicenzia. Perhaps we might even work together. I would hear where you are from and what has brought you to the 'Shields?

When the strange complected man interrupts Aurelain reacts with some concern and asks Nizvit in a strange tongue. আপনি কি এই লোকটিকে চিনেন? সে কি তোমার কাছে হুমকি?

Aurelain is surprised to see the goblin in the Inn and even more surprised to see it wearing the silver armband, but does not react negatively. In fact he eventually calls out to the creature. You wear a silver arm band so you are welcome here. Come join us at table.

Awkwardly looking at those in the common room, the little green goblin smiles innocently.

Absently brushing dirt and leaves off his clothing (replacing it now with muddy dirt and leaves), he walks confidently toward the odd group.

Wees be now in da thing. Mees Tindertwig. Mees great woods and outsides. This is mees friend Dirtbag., he says pointing at the toad perched on his head.

Rippit. comes the reply.

Grimlak entered the tavern and stood in the entryway while his eyes took stock of the taverns occupants. As he stood there he is assaulted by the pungent smell of smoke and sweat. Slowly he looked around the shadowy tavern, noting the patrons and the mood of the crowd, hoping to catch sight of some of the members of his mercenary band. Tis be a rather motley crowd, he mused as he stroked his mustache.
Satisfied with the tavern Grimlak adjusted his armband as he made his way to the long table where the diverse members of the Silver Shields sat. With a quick bow he took a seat on the bench.

Seeing you enter at a moment she was behind the bar wiping off a freshly cleaned copper mug the Half even maiden smiles.

"Welcome to the Silver Chalice, I see you got your armbands finally Your first drinks are on me tonight shieldmates!"

With a grin Grimlak quickly yeld back, ”Make it a good dwarven stout then.”

With a nod he looked toward his table mates, noting the goblin he thought, Best be keepen an eye on that one. With a slight grimace on his stone-like face he uttered, ”Well met.”

"Ah Aurelain sounds like I don't have to explain Cheliax to you. Luckily I escaped that life being transported to Isger and the caravan was attacked by Eagel Knights. I met one of the shields senior members, Tamrinil, who saved me from a pursueing Hellknight of the Chain. She brought me here so that I could learn some things about the world and one day I hope to return the favor, before I like to experience Ustalav where my mother was taken from." Nicenzia explaines to the newcomers at Aurelain's request. She takes a sip from her wine and sits to watch the others interact.

To the goblin "Well met both of you, I must say it's rare to meet a goblin that doesn't try to kill you right away."

Apon hearing the unique dialect being directed towards the kobold, Inil realises he has been a bit overexcited and failed to notice the other occupants at the table.

"My apology's I seem to have forgotten my manners in my excitement. My name is Inil, ex-mercenary and explorer, and who" Inil suddenly realise's one of yous had greeted a goblin who must of came in while he was distracted and proceeds to turn around in a fit of excitement to greet the creature. "Hello my small green friend! what brings one of........ why in the world is their a toad on your head?"

As Grimlak waited for his drink he hears his table mates greet the goblin. Curious he turns and takes a closer look at the little green creature. Best be keepin me eye on both of them, he concluded.

In spite of his best efforts Grimdak’s inquisitiveness overcame his reticent nature, ”I be wonderin the same, I be mistakin it for a wart on your noggin at first. With a scrutinizing gaze he awaits the Goblin’s story, up to no good I be bettin.

To those few that take notice of his passing, a somewhat disheveled, macabre looking halfling slips through the door of the tavern, still working to settle the silver armband on his bicep. It's not that he is bedecked in skulls and other grim sigils, no, his garb is rather simple, if a little dark. No, the halfling's very bearing almost exudes a sense of the dead. His gaunt, little frame, the deathly pallor of his skin, or even his gray tunic's threadbare, aged nature, all seem to project something that should be resting in the ground. But then he looks up and around the tavern, and seeing the mercenaries gathered together at a table, flashes the most disarming smile and starts to approach. He stops abruptly as he almost runs into the leg of a large Ulfen man who clearly did not see the half-pint.

Deftly hopping up onto a chair at the table, the curious halfling folds his legs underneath himself before sitting, propping him up slightly higher than he would otherwise sit at a human's table. "Brothers and sisters, the day hath come, when we are proudly united as one. With sword in hand and courage in heart, our great adventure will soon surely start. So now lets revel and enjoy the night, for tomorrow we may be tasked with a fight. Oh, and barkeep a wine drawn forth with ice, would satisfy my tastes most nice." He is curious, to say the least.

** spoiler omitted **

The mask and helmet covering most of his face doesn't hide the grey-green cast to his skin but does drag his burning yellow eyes and thick jaw into harsh relief. His body isn't thin but also has no real bulk to it with his long arms reaching all the way down to his knees. He is wearing no real armor and has a silver band placed .

Throg tentatively opens the door and stares a moment at Alinna and looks around for Allura before walking arrogantly toward seemingly uncaring of any looks he gets. He then walks over to the group moving around Tindertwig until he is positioned between Throg and the dwarf in the room. His face shifts a few times as he mulls over his words.

He turns his head toward the half-elfGe..May I get a cup of Caydenbrew. before turning his head to address the group taking a deep breath and holding onto it just a little to long Salutations and hello fellow members of the Silver Shields I am Throg Sophas from Galt it is a pleasure to meet you all truly making this the most fortuitous of days. he breathes in harshly as he just said all of that in a single breath.

@Nicenzia

The little goblin sets his backpack just under the table, before pushing a chair in front if it, and taking a seat.

Dose be stupid goblins. Slow torturous death be better...hehe!, Tindertwig laughs loudly; winking at the pale Longshanks.

@Inil

Tindertwig burps. The green goblin smiles at the strange- looking Longshanks; sharp teeth stained with a dark substance.

Wees be greatest shields! Dirtbag be big boss. He knows tings!

Rippit!, comes an agreeable croak from the toad (did it wink?).

@Grimlak

The little goblin looks sternly at the dwarf. Both he and the toad seem to be scrutinizing him. After a few seconds, Tindertwig nods.

Yous a big smelly hairy dworf. Mees be great scary goblin.

Rippit!, agrees Dirtbag.

The goblin then looks at everyone at the table.

Tindertwig and Dirtbag no more jus goblin. We now be Shields! We protecting yous Shields now!

Nicenzia looks to Maxin "It's nice to see someone els enjoy a good wine, but we shouldn't enjoy it to much we are going to need our strength tomorrow. I learned to sneak a few sips when I served wine back in Cheliax and over time started to enjoy it for the sole reason I wouldn't feel the time passing by so slowly as normal. Might I inquire to what brings you here?" she says curious. First time she has a chance to talk with a halfling who wasn't in the same bad situation as her.

She looks to the goblin and dwarf talking wondering how close they would get to each other as brothers in arms along the way.

@Tindertwig
I would very much perfer one to talk to, it's such a rare occasion I hardly know anything about your kind. I would enjoy having a conversation with you, learning about your culture and see how you react differently to experience then I would." she says sounding sincere.

The old man walks in, using his stick as a third leg.

After clearing his throat "Well now is this where the new recruits are meant to be gathering? Been a long time but being a recruit might be just what is needed.

He eyes the gathering in the room and a smile starts in his eyes before gathering in the rest of his affable face.

"Well not it has been some time in deed since I have been around such folks. You all look... capiable to say the least. Why it reminds me of a time when we were crossing the dessert, I had been hired as a caravan guard you see, and you could just see a storm on the horizon....

well that is neither here or there I guess. Names Ryenalt."

Nicenzia senses a story leans forward placing her albows on the table and resting her head on the top of her hands. "Please Ryanalt nice to meet you, were you going to tell us a story of Druma? I'm rather new to this country so I take the chances I get to learn more about it."

“Well young lady if you’re really intreated in a tale of an old adventurer. Lets see what I can remember.”

The old man settles himself onto a bench, leans his staff against the table and things.

“Well the desert I mentioned was about, well it must be 50 years ago but it was back when I was more of a traveler over near Tian, kind of. Around here a better story would be the time I was brought in to help with a small undead issue in a small hamlet, the name escapes me. You see I was pretty good with dead things…..

He pauses for a second “Well I probably still will be when I get back in practice. SO the thing was when we got there, I had a few friends with me you see.

Wait? Where was I going with this?”

He stops for a second.

“Well we solved the mystery at some point. Don’t remember what the problem was anymore.
“

“So you can guess I have dabbled with magic. What about you all?”

Nicenzia listens careful to the story and lets out a giggle at the conclusion. "That must have been quite the sight to behold, so there weren't any undeads at all?"

"I was born with magic in my veins, but also with some abilities left to me by my father, along with some less then ideal festures."

@ Maxim

"Brothers and sisters, the day hath come, when we are proudly united as one. With sword in hand and courage in heart, our great adventure will soon surely start. So now lets revel and enjoy the night, for tomorrow we may be tasked with a fight. Oh, and barkeep a wine drawn forth with ice, would satisfy my tastes most nice."

" Finally there be someone talkin some sense. Well met little master," Grimlak said with a slight bow. He hastily adds, "I be meanin the part about courage and fightin. Your choice of drink is suspect."

@ Throg

Salutations and hello fellow members of the Silver Shields I am Throg Sophas from Galt it is a pleasure to meet you all truly making this the most fortuitous of days. he breathes in harshly as he just said all of that in a single breath.

With a slow shake of his head the dwarf thought, By the Master of the First Vault another goblinoid wearing the silver armband. His only greeting is a loud, "Harrumph!"

@ Tindertwig&Dirtbag

Yous a big smelly hairy dworf. Mees be great scary goblin.

Rippit!, agrees Dirtbag.

The dwarfs ears slowly began to turn red at the goblins insolence. He paused and furtively sniffed, I not be smellin, I be taken a bath last week. Coldly he replied, "There be an old Dwarven saying, the only thing that smells worse than a dead goblin is a live one."

The goblin then looks at everyone at the table.

Tindertwig and Dirtbag no more jus goblin. We now be Shields! We protecting yous Shields now!

Grimlak folded his arms and softly replied, "We shall see my small green companion, we shall see."

@ Ryenalt

“Well we solved the mystery at some point. Don’t remember what the problem was anymore.
“

“So you can guess I have dabbled with magic. What about you all?”

Grimlak responded to the old man as he kept one eye on the goblinoids at the table, I be havin some magic by the blessing of Abadar. Good magic not that filthy Elven stuff or dark arts and such."

@Nicenzia

Tindertwig's face brightens. He licks his hand and puts it out to the nice lady.

Yous nice. Yous pretty., he states from across the table.

Placing a muddy hand close to his face, he loudy whispers,

Not likes da smelly dworf.

He smiles innocently.

Eagerly listening to all the conversations around (and over) him, Tindertwig smiles. Absently waving away Dirtbag's persistent licking of his oversized ears, the little goblin's eyes go big at the approach of a hobgoblin. Sitting up straight, Tindertwig puts on a serious, mature expression.

Hearing the dwarfs comment about magic to the side of him, Inils grin quickly vanishes and is instead quickly replaced by a dark look as he turns to face the dwarf.

"Watch your tongue dwarf, theirs no such thing as filthy or dark magic, just fools and monsters who abuse it for their own vile deeds.
I've seen so called holy men use their so called "good" magic to smite the poor and the sick who's only crimes were to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and I've seen practitioners of the so called "dark arts" call apon the spirits of the deceased to defend villages of the defenceless from a army of goblinoids for no gain." turns to Throg and Tindertwig. "No offence intended."

Deciding he had made his point Inil turns towards Ryenalt and bows in respect.

"I greet you old one. I'am sure the Silver Shields are much enriched by having someone as venerable join our ranks, for I know our table very much is!."

"I greet you old one. I'am sure the Silver Shields are much enriched by having someone as venerable join our ranks, for I know our table very much is!."

“I be havin some magic by the blessing of Abadar. Good magic not that filthy Elven stuff or dark arts and such."

The old man nods. “Well the world certainly plays out that logic. Everyone knows of the dirty elves and clean dwarves.” The old man chuckles to himself.

“Oh I remember now. There was this ‘mage’ in the town who had managed to use some meager talents to lock up most of the town in barn. I mean he fed them so basically they were just there waiting for something to happen. You know how it is. Lots of victims, few people who can deal with the world like our dwarf friend here.”

Looking at the embodiment of fire he smiles. "Well they may or may not need me but I will find a use again I am sure. It seems there are a lot of us who commune with the dirty arcane it seems."

@ Inil

"Watch your tongue dwarf, theirs no such thing as filthy or dark magic, just fools and monsters who abuse it for their own vile deeds.

I've seen so called holy men use their so called "good" magic to smite the poor and the sick who's only crimes were to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and I've seen practitioners of the so called "dark arts" call apon the spirits of the deceased to defend villages of the defenceless from a army of goblinoids for no gain." turns to Throg and Tindertwig. "No offence intended."

Grimlak looked the Ifrit over and arched one of his eyebrows as he responded, "I be deferrin to your knowledge of the dark arts. I be thinkin you would be knowin more about them than most."

@Ryenalt

The old man nods. “Well the world certainly plays out that logic. Everyone knows of the dirty elves and clean dwarves.” The old man chuckles to himself.

“Oh I remember now. There was this ‘mage’ in the town who had managed to use some meager talents to lock up most of the town in barn. I mean he fed them so basically they were just there waiting for something to happen. You know how it is. Lots of victims, few people who can deal with the world like our dwarf friend here.”

The dwarf has trouble following what the old man is saying, I be pretty sure that he be mockin me. He looked around the table for support and realized, I be surrounded by a menagerie of monsters. He briefly considered his options and remembers his oath to the Silver Shields. These be me new brudders in arms.

He bows is head in despair and mutters a curse, "By me bearded balls!"

@Grimlak

Grimlak looked the Ifrit over and arched one of his eyebrows as he responded, "I be deferrin to your knowledge of the dark arts. I be thinkin you would be knowin more about them than most."

Ignoring the dwarfs crudely hidden insult, Inil continues to talk to Ryenalt.

@Ryenalt The Archaeologist

Looking at the embodiment of fire he smiles. "Well they may or may not need me but I will find a use again I am sure. It seems there are a lot of us who commune with the dirty arcane it seems."

"I'am sure they will good sir, they will need someone with the wit and intelligence to keep all us young stubborn headed" Glances briefly outta the corner of his eye at the dwarf. "fools in our places. by the way I don't believe I've introduced myself to you yet seeing as you was a tad late to the "party". My names Inil and I do believe if I have heard correctly while you was talking to you inquisitive friend over their yours was Ryenalt correct?"

"Well magic no matter the if it's arcane or the divine all depends on the user of said talents. In Cheliax the priests and inquisitors certainly don't use their divine power for good, although they think so themselves if you ask them. When the clergy channel the power of Asmodeus, it's mostly to harm the masses or forge contacts which benefits them more they the subjects the use it upon. Funny though most of them didn't seem to notice that thier power replenished my own instead of harming me, so I had a good laugh after they tried to punish me for my behavior." She pauses for a moment to sip the wine. "I do have another source of some limited magic that I can feel draws upon something els but my sorceress abilities, I think it's a secondary gift from my father, but it's fun to charm and command the ignorants." Nicenzia says smiling.

Maxim turns towards Nicenzia, a puzzled look on his face. He scrutinizes her for a stretch, during which he pulls a length of jerky from his pocket and begins chewing on it. As the old man starts to speak, he reclines a bit, but his gaze stays fixed on the pale Chelaxian. At the older gentleman's conclusion, Maxim responds to Nicenzia in turn.
"Found of wrack and ruin Colewin thought me dead,
Skin pallid and cold blood upon my head,
Yet open my eyes gasping for breath,
Twas clear I was not a thing of death.
Lacking family, friend, and home,
He could not leave a lad to roam,
And so across river and over field,
Colewin brought me to be with the Shield.
Though in the end I will hear the bell toll,
Bringing it closer is neither our goal,
And so I do lend myself to the cause,
Of helping, healing, and upholding the laws.
So now, relax, rest your mind sweet lass,
And won't you share with me a fine glass?"

Tindertwig listens intently as the strange pale halfling recites his story.

Mees went to poddy. And my tribe (The Lick Toads) wuz all burnt up. All huts smashed. All shineys tookens. Lucky mees was wit Dirtbag. Hees luck toad. Hees tells mees to follow trail of Longshanks dat murders. Wees follow dem fer longest days. Wees sees dem but dey no longshanks. Dey might be giants!

Dirtbag nods his head in agreement.

Wees jus little goblin so wees scrammed. Wees wunder far and long wit most moons gone. Wees sees a camp fire. Dere be a boy longshanks. Wees spies on him. Most quitest goblin. Hees be hearing Dirtbag so wees gets caught.

Rippit!, comes an immediate negative from the toad.

Tindertwig shoos the toad.

Wees learnt woods and traps from him. Wees friends. Now we gits armband toos!