The WyrmScar Campaign

Game Master Gorum's Brother Borum

The land of Hedon, plauged by War, is in Need of Heroes


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Male Human, I think? 5/ Army, 5/Bouncer, 10/Gamer

The continent of Adaras is crumbling. Within the Imperial City of Maraz, the scheming nobles, hungry for the long-vacant throne, have now been thrown into further Chaos as Lucian Dread, a powerful, charismatic and shadowy foreigner has seized the Throne for himself and even now, dreadful whispers permeate the land of assassinations, martial law and a new sect of Inquisitorial Hunters growing within the Imperial Capitol.

On top of this, orcs and bandits savage the country side, burning, looting and slaying all in their violent path. With no Knights stationed along the borders, they run freely where they wish, taking what they desire and fearing no reprisal. What is worse, far worse than even the prospect of civil war brewing within Maraz, there have been erratic sightings of Dragons loose in the mountains, destroying outlying villages and even sacking powerful keeps that had stood since the founding of the Imperial City.

These are dark days for the citizens, both Imperial and Hedonite, of Adaras, and if heroes will not soon rise up and fight for their homeland, it may soon be lost in the coming tide of war.

Into this world, the very heroes that may one day liberate these lands from oppression, tyranny and invasion have arrived. Many are their backgrounds, some human, some not, but all with a vested interest in preserving their age-old home from the forces of destruction that threaten to overrun it.

Far from the Imperial City, from which flock multitudes of frightened Imperial Citizens, near the Southern Border of the country, lies the small trading outpost of Stagholt, a border fortress turned fortifed village since the end of the Dragon Wars. The people of Stagholt, mostly human but with some elves, dwarves and halflings intermingled, hear of only whispers of the dark tidings of their land, and while the knock of war has not yet come upon their door, many fear it yet will, and soon. As it is, Orcs have ever been a threat since the death of Ironbrow many years ago, and the mayor, a Quinton Barrous by name, has begun looking for some brave and well-meaning men and women to patrol the town's borders.

Enter...you three!


Female Human Wizard 2

Okay, I'm writing this as a sort of journal entry from Serena's perspective. Not completely sure if this will work, but here goes nothing.

"I spent a good portion of my life in Maraz. To be quite honest, I didn't have much of a choice. I wanted to go to school for magic, and the High Colleges in Maraz was my best choice. But while it's definitely changed my life for the better, I can't say it's my favorite city in Adaras.

"With all that had been happening in the city and around Adaras while I was trying to figure out how to light a candle with magic, life became more and more depressing. I'd be hearing about all these scandals, assassinations, you name it. For the most part, I tried not to pay attention to it. I didn't want to focus on it, and it would've interrupted my studies. However, no matter what I did, somehow the depressing events of everyday life kept finding their way into my head. I had to get away. So, for me, graduation came not a moment too soon. I was overcome by both a desire to get out of Maraz and a wanderlust I hadn't felt in years. Once all the formalities were over and done with, I packed my bags and left town.

"Looking back on it now, I might've acted a little too hastily. I basically set off in some random direction, with no idea where I was going, all by myself. In all honestly, it's not one of the best decisions I ever made. And I still can barely believe I didn't get myself killed (especially after hearing about the dragon sightings, not to mention all the orc and bandit attacks). I guess Desna was watching out for me, because I somehow made it to this village called Stagholt. In one piece. I'm not completely sure what I'm going to do, but I intend to at least spend a little time resting here before setting off again.

"And find somebody to travel with this time, because, by the stars, I don't intend to take any more chances like that for a long time."

With that, Serena enters Stagholt and heads for the nearest reputable-looking tavern.


A tall young man looks out into the surrounding countryside noticing the warmer climate as the sun rises in the east. Athel Loran, or Loran to his people and to his friends, had been traveling for quiet sometime coming down from his village's mountains making his way ever south in attempt to learn more of the world around him. Many of his people thought him odd for wanting to leave but no one stopped him, they had merely wished him well and helped him pack for as they put it "who knows what crazy things or weather might be brewed up in the lowlands" This is definitely different than the mountains...the very air is heavier like its damp or filled with water... he muses before breaking out into a smile and goes on to start singing, an old village chant to greet the morning and the coming day, as he sets off down the hillside he had camped out on the night before.

Perform Sing untrained 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Come ye Sun and greet the day, let us not wait for thee to come. The flowers bow to you in welcome, the trees they are awaking.

Come ye Sun and greet the day, let us not wait for thee to come. The people rise and the people set to work, the cows are lowing in the meadows.

Come ye Sun and greet the day, let us not wait for thee to come. We the people greet you fair, bless us with your warmth until you must set but then you come to rise... again.

Finishing his song, unaware of being off key and only enjoying the new day, Loran makes his way towards what looked like last night to be some sort of village. The last one he had stopped in had mentioned trouble with bandits and orcs a known threat up in his peoples mountains but he had thankfully not run into any trouble. "Let us see what the world wills I meet today." He says to himself smiling and shrugs his bow into a more comfortable position.


Male Half-Dragon, Drakon, Human Fighter/2

Arjhann looked at the village ahead and shrugged his massive shoulders, making his heavy scale-mail armor clink and rustle as it settled again over his broad shoulders. The notched-bladed battle-axe strung to his back gleamed in the light of the sunrise and his bright golden scales shone just as brightly, making it seem as if he is afire with the golden light. His heavy dragon-like muzzle sniffed the air and he smelled the fragrance of cooking bread and smoke from fireplaces wafting along the air and he could not resist a pleased smile, his fangs flashing.

He wore no cloak over his towering figure, only the trappings that Edgar had passed down to him back in their hut in the mountains all those years ago. The armor was a bit tight, after all it had been made for a man, albeit a rather tall one, but not Arjhann's seven foot tall bulk. The axe and short sword belted to his waist were the only things he carried with him besides some basic supplies, weapons that had so far withstood the test of time and trial by combat and still remained deadly and beautiful tools of war.

He began walking forwards to the village, his long powerful legs carrying him easily over the terrain, each stride bringing him closer and closer to the small fort-turned-village of Stagholt. His last paying job, working for a rather dour but dependable dwarf merchant and his three sons, had directed him here, telling him his skill at arms would find him more work than in the Eastern part of Adaras. Out there, the animosity towards his kind were not simple idle curses and women clutching their children as he passed by. Multiple times he had been forced to flee a town, where any honest sword-for-hire might have found work, from the flying rocks and groups of armed villagers eager to drive his unnaturalness out.

Inside of him, Arjhann still wondered, as he had ever since he was but a tiny babe lost in the mountains, why so many people feared him before they had even met him. He had never harmed an innocent, exercised restraint when he could in battle, and he always looked for ways with which to help his fellow man. Despite his good intentions, the only thing these Humans seemed to see were the scales and the horns, the talons and wings of his breed, the Drakon.

Only Edgar had seen beyond his visage and looked at the young frightened boy cowering in the snow. Only Edgar had ever shown him true kindness, taking him in when he had no family, feeding him, raising him as a son and tutoring him in the ways of battle. When the old man had passed on, Arjhann had heeded his final words and set off into the world to prove himself as more than a Drakon, but also as a man like any other.

Not many, obviously, were willing to see him and his race in such a light, but he had found a rare friend here and there who, like Edgar, saw beyond his face and saw the level of character beneath the scaled hide.

Arjhann shook his head, making his long braided brown hair sway in the light breeze and he lengthened his stride until he had neared the town enough to make out the details of it. Taking a deep breath, the Drakon warrior soldiered on and through the gates, passing the various humans he passed by politely and nodding to whoever met his eye. He made for the tavern, the likeliest place to find some work, if they would even allow him inside.


Male Human, I think? 5/ Army, 5/Bouncer, 10/Gamer

The sun breaks over the rolling hills and plains of the countryside, bathing the weather-stained walls of the trading post in golden light as the populace goes about their morning activities. Stalls are opened, children run about in games of mock battle while their mothers either chase after them, or stand off to the side gossiping with their neighbors. A steady stream of travelers frequent each stall, some asking for food, others clothing, some weapons and others simply news of the world. The news generally was not good, even without the spreading of rumors, such as the new 'King' Lucian Dread consorted with evil beasts, that Orcs had been assimilated into the royal city, how Lord Bismark's daughter's death on a country road had been done by the King himself his personal bodyguard!

Overall however, life goes on apace as usual for Stagholt, people go on their daily business with few cares in the world beyond the here and now. The general population of the town are friendly to newcomers, always eager to meet new folks traveling from hither and yon to see the country side, but the guards posted on the walls above keep a sharp look out for any tell-tale signs of approaching maruaders or suspicious people making their way about the marketplace. The portly and bespectacled mayor Quinton Barrous is personally "overseeing" the addition of three solid oak casks of ale being delivered to the tavern "The King's Cloak".

The first to arrive, Serena, is welcomed by any who she cares to stop and chat with. The people she talks to, especially women, are eager to hear of the Imperial City, as likely they will never see it in this life and so are curious to have all their little questions answered about the mysterious and complicated place. The men she speaks too are mostly polite, even the guardsmen who oversee the general comings and goings of people from stall to stall. When she arrives at "The King's Cloak" the door is opened for her by one of the rather large and impressively muscled sons of the proprietor, both with the solid and powerful frames of boys raised on hauling and chopping and doing labors about their home. Neither are very good-looking but they smile warmly at the woman as she goes inside. One does make a point of asking her to hang up her weapon on a rack just inside the door as a bar rule.

The King's Cloak is a very well-kept place, decently sized, maybe 50 feet across and made in a square-shaped fashion to accommodate quite a number of people in the bar. There are vacant chairs and tables about, the few taken are occupied by night-workers come for a drink or the tavern girls enjoying the "down-time" by gossiping and rubbing at their feet or fussing with their skirts.

If she so desires it, a girl will take her order and show her to a seat to sit, either by herself or with the other patrons.

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For Athel Loran, the reception is much the same, although instead of asking about Maraz, the villagers are eager to know of where he comes from. He does not look the Imperial Type, even if he is one, so instead they ply him with questions of his origins, all politely and never asking questions too personal. Quite a few women gauge him apprecetively, and more than one remarks to her friends that she wouldn't mind marrying him off to one of their daughters, letting him take that as he will.

When he chooses to also travel to the tavern, he is also greeted in the same friendly manner by the door-boys, who give him a nod and gesture politely for him to go inside, after pointing him to the nearly empty weapon's rack, where it is bare besides a rapier, for him to hang his bow. The serving girls bring him whatever he would like and allow hi to sit where he wish.

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When Arjhann arrives however, his greetings are met only with the usual wide-eyed silence. Mothers immediatly clasp their children to their breast, men step either forwards to shield their loved ones from the thing's gaze or hurriedly away. Each person eyes him warily, unsure on what to think of the Drakon. Until today, the race were all but legends told to children of the time of the Dragon Wars and their unnatural offspring.

No one makes to stop him as he makes his lumbering way through town, in fact many are eager to get out of his way, making sure to stay well out of axe-range. Many have the look in their eyes that suggest the fear he will suddenly whip out the weapon and begin slaughtering the innocent, but their fears are groundless save for in their minds.

When he gets to the tavern, one of the boys opens the door without really looking at him while the other pales and gulps as he looks up, not a thing he is used to, at the creature as it smiles down at him. The other quickly realizes the other's trepidation and both breathe a sigh of relief when Arjhann passes them by and into the tavern. One makes a squeak of a request for him to hang up his weapons, and should he comply, many onlookers will relax a little, but only slightly. The thing still had talons and fangs to shred flesh as easily as a knife.

None of the girls are eager to take his order should he want anything, so the cook comes out instead, a rather-bald man with a milky eye who carries his girth as if it was muscle not fat. He takes whatever order Ajhann asks for and complies, hiding his true feelings behind his work.

You all may interact now, with each other and the people around you.


Loran jumps right into the hustle and bustle of the townsfolk all smiles and curious questions. His seemingly endless engery is not wasted as he bounces around to each villager willing to tlak to him as he answers their questions with his own always curious about other people and their lives. When it comes to girls he merely grins and gives the mothers coy winks and dutiful blushes.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 To gather information and improve relations
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Sooner or later he makes his way to a favorable inn and greets the two doormen with friendly "hullos" before hanging up his small curved blade and his favored bow.

Perception1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22Looking around the inn, other patrons

As he sits he notices another seeming traveler, if judging by the dust on her clothes was anything to judge he grins broadly and turns to talk to her when out of the corner of his eye he sees a curious figure. Turning he spys something entirely new! A real live dragonman or was it a woman? It was so hard to tell.

Bouncing to his feet he immediately heads to the tall figure and greets him warmly with a big smile his feathers and beads tied in his hair jangling all the way.

"Well dont ye be a great big one eh? Oh donna be afraid of the people here your just so new and stronglike. Bet you getta that alot round villages. Oh I can tell we be right friends from the start." He says beaming up at the golden figure, then in a conspiratorial tone he leans in to whisper "Oh I canna tell you how glad I be for making just a friend, you se the woman round here are sizing me up for their daughters and I canna be settlin down now can I? I only just begun my travels but with ye here might give me some breathing room." He leans back and laughs boyishly before continuing in a normal tone.

"Come to think of it goldie maybe we can find you a girl yourself? You know I think I saw a couple of right lively prospects back down the road a wee bit, couple of pretty lizards they were maybe they no someone big and strong for ye? I'll be checking for you ye can count on that one fer sure!"

He laughs again and bounds off only to have his eye be caught by the other traveler and trots over to here to plop himself on a seat close to her.

"Oh don't ye be a bonny wee lass arn't ye? I can say you caught me eye right as I came in. But dont ye think this is exciting a dragonman right here? Where ye think hes from? Ack I forget my manners Xlarian will have a right big fit when he hears bout that. My names Athel Loran what be yours me bonny lass?" He shakes his head dramatically setting his beads and feathers jangling this way and that before extending his hand gravely in introduction before his face falls in realization.

"Oh dont ye know I forget to introduce myself to the wee golden one in all this excitement!"


Female Human Wizard 2

probably should've posted this earlier, but here goes

Ah, so good to be back among people again. ^_^ On her way to the King's Cloak, Serena's happy to talk with some of the village women about Maraz, though she keeps her descriptions fairly brief and general. She makes note of the rumors, but she pushes them to the back of her mind- she doesn't want anything to ruin her day.^_^

Once she arrives at the King's Cloak, Serena smiles at the proprietor's sons, obligingly hangs up her rapier and gladly lets the waitress show her to a table (she doesn't mind whether it's by herself or with others) and orders food and drink. At some point, she probably spots the man with the feathers and the golden half-dragon (11 roll + 2 WIS bonus perception to notice them if she needs it), but she reacts with more warmth than most everyone else in the King's Cloak; she smiles at him too. ^_^ Once Athel sits down next to her, her smile widens.

"Ooh, aren't you a charmer! Anyways, it's nice to meet you. Name's Serena Eventide. But please, just call me Serena. Everyone does." ^_^

If the half-dragon doesn't sit down with them right away, she beckons him over. "Come on over, big guy-- the more the merrier!"


Male Half-Dragon, Drakon, Human Fighter/2

Arjhann received the wary looks with stride, nodding to each person and making a point of hanging up his weapons when asked to, trying not to show his teeth as he smiled about at the patrons of the inn. This place already was promising, no one had tried to attack him, yet. He shook his great head and took a seat at one of the tables, easily towering as high as one of the standing working girls, but blinks rapidly when a smiling human youth seats himself in front of him and begins talking rapidly in a less-cultured accent. He barely came into the conversation at the lizards part and as he sat there muzzle opening and closing as he strove to find something to respond with, the boy is again off to talk to a pretty slip of a young human woman. He shook his head again in confusion and looked after the boy and the girl who smiled at him with furrowed eye-ridges.

The Drakon then sighed, shrugged and smiled to himself, he hadn't ever gotten a greeting so lively and friendly before, even Edgar had been somewhat reserved when he was growing up. Still, that was to be expected, if any of Edgar's mythical tales of the Dragon Wars had any truth behind them. He had often wondered what Dragon might have been his Sire or Dam, but he supposed he would not likely find out now. Instead he busied himself with some breakfast.

Finally, unable to stand being alone again when someone was being genuinly friendly, he stood up with his plate, and crossed to the other's table and sat down after waiting for one of them to tell him it was all right for him to join them. He does not say much, content to eat and listen, answering any questions asked of him in a deep rumbling growl of a voice.


Loran grins as the golden dragon-man comes to sit with them fairly bouncing in his seat as he asks a multitude of questions, 'where they are from, where have they been, what have they seen, is it nice in the cities, Loran had never been to the cities, he'd like to go to the cities someday, do they like animals, Loran loves all animals, especially eagles, do they like eagles, did they see any orcs on their way here, some villagers told him of orcs along the road, had they seen any, Loran doesnt like orcs, do they like orcs?' Loran continues to question them in his rambling way not really focused on the answers only in the spirt of asking and talking to others.

Though as they talk and eat his green eyes flicker about taking note of everything, it pays to notice things his father told him, so he sat there rambling on with his new friends all the while watching them.


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

The whip lean man, well barely older than a boy, enters the town. 'Aye this is better than the capital and here I don't have the constabulary on my tale at least not yet.'

Marc walk around the town looking for potential marks, prospects and the general trade of the town. As evening approaches he walks towards the nearest Inn for the night, 'the King's Cloak'. 'Well what a name surely I must reside here at least for the night to say 'I spent thw nght under the King's cloak'.

Marc walks into the Inn and orders a small drink from the bartender.

Sorry had a long day will create a profile pic tomorrow, thought you would prefer the post.


Female Human Wizard 2

Serena giggles at the feathery man, cheered by his curiosity, while making some progress on her food and drink. She answers some of his questions, telling him she's from Maraz, that yes, she likes animals, and that she hadn't seen many orcs (though she's pretty sure she was lucky her travels turned out that way; there's gotta be more orcs out there). At some point, she turns to the half-dragon and says, "So Goldie, if you don't mind, what's you name? I'm pretty sure I'd end up annoying you if I just kept calling you Goldie." ^_^


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

Entering the tavern, Marc hangs up his rapier at the requisite depository. Along with it goes his dusty dark cloak, which has taken alot of abuse during the trip from the capital. With a slight shrug he flicks his backpack over one muscled shoulder, his lean sillouhette akin to that of a gunfighter. Atop the bag just under the flap rests a dark mask with whirls worked into the dark wooden grain creating an eerie effect when worn.

Glad to be able to spend the night under a roof once more, though Marc was used to tough and uncomfortable nights rest. As he glides across the taproom his eyes are darting around under languidly half-closed lids.

'Aye, this looks a fair place to spend the eve. See over there is a few travellers... a dragonman! I thought they only existed in songs! I'll introduce myself soon, maybe they are numerous out here in the borders.'

With a little smile Marc runs his hand through his uncharacteristically long hair still not used to the weight of it upon his scalp. He pulls the tail apart and deftly fixes it again. 'That was close, got out of the capital just in time, any longer and the Law would have caught upto me like they did Sandy. Poor Sandy.' His visage turns grim for a second and then he puts out a hand to attract the barkeeps attension. A coin held between the knuckles.


Male Half-Dragon, Drakon, Human Fighter/2

Arjhann again is lost amid the deulge of quetions directed at him and the pretty human female Serena and he struggles to even form words to answer barely two of them while the man continues to chatter on in a pleasant bird-like fashion. The excitable little fellow was peculiar and funny, and no doubt he would calm himself eventually, or tire of talking and just listen or eat. The Drakon chuckled to himself and then glanced at Serena at her inquirie of his name and he blinked in confusion at her christening him of the title Goldie.

He grined at her widely once she had allowed him room to speak and he nodded his head to her deeply before straightening back up to look down at her. "Nay...Goldie is not this one's name. My name is Arjhann, I have no father's name to add to my own. My name is simply Arjhann, but if you find it too hard to pronounce I would not be adverse to being called this Goldie if you could find a more...err...masculine title. Axe will do if nothing else. A pleasure to meet you Serena Bright-Eyes, and you as well Athel...Loran was it?" he bowed his head to both of them in greeting then his frilled ear perked up and he glanced over as a newcomer stepped into the bar.

A long-haired man, who looked capable but not exactly possessing a warrioresuqe stature. He bowed his head to the man in a silent greeting when he makes eye contact and he smiles, fangs flashing in a none aggressive manner.


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

Getting a foamy tankard of ale, Marc sips lightly at the top. Despite its sharp flavour, he lets out a low appreciative sound and wipes any foam away from his shaven top lip. 'They appear to be having fun over there. Wonder if they have any tales, or if they know owt about the town?' Marc looks across at the trio including the Dragon-man.

Talking another sip he casually but purposefully strides over to the group. "Marc of Maraz, pleased to meet your acquaintance. From your countenance and attire you are not local to this fair village?" his tone light and friendly. Marc gently places the tankard on the bar and aligns his body to face the group, uncaring that this puts his back to the door.


Female Human Wizard 2

Serena smiles. "Arjhann, eh? I like it. Mysterious yet bold and courageous, or so it seems to me. Nice to meet you Arjhann." ^_^

As the young man approaches and introduces himself, Serena pauses. "You're from Maraz too, huh? Sorry, I just don't remember seeing you around. Granted, I just recently graduated from the High Colleges, and before that I was pretty preoccupied with my studies. Oh, by Desna, where are my manners? Name's Serena Eventide. But please, just call me Serena. Everyone does." ^_^


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

Putting a hand on his chest in mock pain, "Oh, my lady, I am cut to the quick." A smile breaks out across his face; "Seriously though the capital is a large place, with many people, especially in these turbulent times. You studied at the college? What speciality?"

'Hah, asking like I know anything about the Gentry that went there. Granted there were a few whose talents got them a scholarship.' He tilts his head with interest.

After waiting for a response; "Have you and your companions been in the village long? It seems like a placid place after the bustle of the capital. What brings you here business?" he asks the trio as he takes another sip of the sour liquid.


"Oh another boyo to come and cheer our company! Come now let us eat and drink!" Loran bursts out in good cheer as the new man, Marc, comes to join them at their table.


Female Human Wizard 2

To Marc's first question: "I specialized in illusion magic. I love it. It really forces you to get creative with how you use it." ^_^

To Marc's second queston: "I actually just arrived to Stagholt this morning. And, to be quite honest... I kinda wanted to get away from Maraz. What with everything that's going on there and all the rumors and scandals... let's just say it wasn't my cup of tea. So I packed up and headed out. To be quite honest, I wasn't headed anywhere in particular, so it's really by chance and luck that I managed to end up here. In one piece. You've heard all those rumors about orcs, bandits and dragons, I trust?" In mentioning Maraz and why she left, Serena's smile drops a little.

In between responses, Serena continues to make progress on her meal. At some points, she strokes the thrush now perched on her shoulder.

I've kinda been neglecting Serena's thrush familiar until now, so I felt like I should bring her in. ^_^()


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

For a second he is taken aback by the friendly reception, used to life on the streets where talking to strangers got you knifed, robbed or worse. Still, he risked it maybe in a crowd he would seem less conspicuous to the locals.

With a quick assessing glance at the tall man with feathers in his hair and musical lilting accent; "So you are local then, sir? Your appearance is one of a highlander and your accent is lovely, much better than my rough city-speak. You must have a wonderful singing voice. But you are not compatriots with the lady?" he looks between the couple with an inquiring visage. "Or are you her guide?"

"I left the city in a bit of a hurry, I hadn't really heard of marauding bands of orc. The closest I have ever come to a Dragon is you good self, Sir....?" Marc gestures towards Arjhann.

"Bandits, well there are always bandits abroad." Marc uses a light confident tone, but beneath it you can hear the slightest note of uncertainty and fear of one who has run and escaped death more than once.

"Food and drink sound great." Marc says taking a healthy gulp from his drink, though there is a hint of naivety about his quaffing.


Athel begins chuckling at Marc's words and shakes his head setting the many charms and feathers chiming.

"Ach no I canna be the lass's guide as I have just arrived here, I barely know the area. I only saw the village from where I camped last night. But you do be right I am from the highlands, the wander lust set in and I had to see the morning sun on different horizons. So here I be! Xlarion also likes to explore and feel the wind from differnt places but he canna meet with you right now hes off exploring. Maybe if you all are good I'll introduce you." He giggles at the last part before jumping off into song singing abouta young man meeting a lass across the mountains and how the two were destined to love but had to go back to their own mountains.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

Looking to the other pair, "He's certainly a heighty flighty fellow."

"Xlarion?" 'like the wind, exploring and mountains!' "I take it unless your friend has been eating lots of beans, that he is a bird?" Marc asks the tall Athel.

Moving across the tavern to take a quick repast at the table, Marc watches Athels song with a slightly critical eye, but enjoying the performance and impressed with the different songs. At least this one is not as lewd as those he has heard in the Inn's where he spent a time as pot-boy.

Beckoning the others over; "So illusions, the power to deceive and excite. Change the mind with guide not force. I can certainly see the attraction, Miss Serena. The lofty towers were just a far-away dream, how was it to study there? It must have been fun, the teachers, the food, the booze, the finery..., oh and the learning." he says with a slight wink.


Female Human Wizard 2

Serena listens to Athel's song, applauds him at the end, then turns back to Marc with a few giggles. Her smile seems to have returned to where it was before Maraz was mentioned. ^_^

"Well, I did do a little drinking and partying while at school. Kinda hard not to, really. I mean, studying magic is amazing, but it does get old sometimes, you know?" She winks back. "Apart from that, I liked studying at the High Colleges. It was definitely a good experience, but I'm kinda glad to have graduated and be able to travel. Really can't see myself cooped up in a tower pouring over endless tomes like some wizards, you know?" ^_^

"But, as Athel was saying, he's not my guide; we only just met. Here, in fact. Kinda funny how life works that way. Same with Arjhann and yourself. Still, I hope I'll be able to get to know you all better. You seem like such nice people." ^_^


Male Half-Dragon, Drakon, Human Fighter/2

Arjhann chuckles and stamps a heavy foot to Athel's song enjoying the melody and boisterous nature of the human. Edgar had not possessed a great sense of humor to counter-act his unusual ability to accept others as they were. He even got so enraptured by the song he hummed along to the melody, enjoying the words and the sound of it, before turning back to eye the new human, Marc by name, with a jaundiced but friendly eye. Before he can answer the man with his name however, he chuckled to have Serena do it for him instead, but after she finished taling he was quick to add, "Aye, Arjhann is this one's name, but no Sir am I. Simply Arjhann, or Axe as my father called me, will do. A pleasure to meet you Marc."

He then settled back and listened to the two talk of some Academy, no doubt set in the human city Edgar had called Maraz. He was interested to know more about the place, maybe he could visit it someday. They might have records or texts that could tell him more of who his draconic parent might have been, or even more about his race in general. Then again, one of his people waltzing into the Imperial City, rumored by Edgar to be the seat of racial prejudice and human supremacists in the known world, might not go over so well. He instead considered the friendly little thrush perched on the pretty Serena's shoulder and smiled at its bravery in such a unnormal place for it to be.


Loran turns and quizzically looks at Marc after his comment, "Xlarion is not a bird and why would he be eating beans?"

Thoroughly confused Loran shrugs and sits down to eat ripping off small pieces of bread to idly listen to the others talk about some place called Maraz and some thing called "the Academy"


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

"You said your friend likes to feel the wind in different places, hence the beans." Marc says trying to keep a straight face. *groan*

"Seriously, I thought then your friend would be a bird. The feathers in your hair, the highlands don't have many animals? Only sheep and birds?" he says like a true city boy. "Apologies if Alarion is human, but never heard a name like it and what bloke doesn't want to be in an Inn on an eve like this?"


Member Marc its not a bird its a roc big difference lol !


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

To be honest, what your animal companion actually is completely slipped my mind. I was trying to guess it logically. Sorry about the poor pun, I'll up my game.

Raising his tankard to the dragonman, Marc gives it a tilt. "A pleasure to meet you too, Arjhann. It appears we all have wander-lust in our hearts and soon ale in our stomachs. Therefore I am sure tonight will be riotous." Marc takes another draft of his drink, with his free hand he brushes a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.

"Aye, Serena the freedom of the open road and the open sky is one of the greatest experiences in life. If you have the coin and the heart to make your own destiny. And I for one would not like to see you locked up in a tower, I don't have a big enough ladder for one thing." 'wow, that was poor. just like me.'


Female Human Wizard 2

Yeah, but none of us would know that yet. ^_^ Btw Borum, what time is it in game right now? Or would we know, what with all of us being inside?

Serena giggles again, then turns to Marc. "I'm not sure Athel understood the joke about the beans, but for my part, I thought it quite clever. And yes, the open road and the open sky is definitely one of the best experiences. Particularly the night sky, what with the moon and stars... You can't get the same view from a stereotypical wizard's tower." ^_^

After a few moments petting the thrush perched on her shoulder, Serena lets out a small groan. "Ah crap, I totally forgot to introduce you, didn't I? Sorry dear. Everyone, while we're on the subject of birds, I'd like to introduce Lyrica, my familiar." ^_^


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

Marc smiles and holds out a finger for a second."Ah, cute." '& the birds not too bad either.'

"So Lyrica sings, Athel you have a proud voice, do you Serena? I heard great things about the university choirs' exploits (and a few about their singing). Axe, do you sing, or chant or whatever the musical ways of your people; if you don't mind me asking." Marc queries slightly intimidated by the tall alien creature.


Female Human Wizard 2

"Well, I can carry a tune, but not quite as well as either Athel or Lyrica. I do enjoy playing the flute, though."

With that, Serena retrieve a wooden flute from her pack, puts it to her lips, and begin to play. (14 roll + 3 skill bonus to play)


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

"That's beautiful my lady. Between us we could form a small troop of performers maybe? Travelling from town to town? Making a bit of coin and fulfilling our wander-lust and appetite for knowledge of what is occuring?" Marc words are hopeful.

Looking around the group. "I know none of us need the comfort of travelling in a group (especially Axe) but, if as you say, orc's and dragons and bandits are attacking the land them; then it will be best to find some compatriots. That way we have a good chance of escaping. If you would think about it." Matt asks finishing the dregs of his ale before moving to the bar for a second drink.

'I cannot believe how lonely it is out here after the numerousness of the city. I asked strangers to join me, wow, I am not cut out for a solitary life.'


Male Half-Dragon, Drakon, Human Fighter/2

Ajhann visibly looked flustered at Marc's comment, however kind, and he looked away for a bit uncomfortably while the others conversed about music before he turned back and said. "I know not what my own race is like, as I have never met any other like myself before. As far as talents in music go...I am afraid I make a terrible bard, I know no skill in music or crafts beyond the art of battle...though that hardly seems applicable in this situation"


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

Marc looks at the dragon-man, sympathy welling in his eyes. "Hey Axe, as we wander we can ask around about your heritage. And as Serena said, we could do with your weapon to keep us safe. The world feels more dangerous now than it did a few years ago. Or I could just be getting a bit old." Marc laughs and gently slaps Axe on the shoulder.

"Anyway we shouldn't be getting morose, it is a grand night. Ale flowing, good music." Marc take another draught and looks across the bar at the other patrons.


Male Human, I think? 5/ Army, 5/Bouncer, 10/Gamer

As the party of newcomers talk and familiarize themselves with each other, the townsfolk are all busy talking about them, either in hushed tones within the common room or in small huddles with their neighbors outside.

The lovely lady Serena Evertide had already attracted the attentions of many of the young men and workers of Stagholt and they all peered at her whenever it seemed polite or at least able to do so without appearing uncouth or uncivilized. Her exoticness makes her a sought after prize and no doubt the village will be talking about her for days to come. Other village girls, simple and down-to-earth peasant and server girls cannot resist the urge to compare their clothes to Serena's enviously, wishing they had been to Maraz and with coin to afford such nice clothing and jewelry as to so attract the village boy's attentions. The blade she carries with her does little to deter any of them, but they are all harmless.

Athel Loran is also exotic and strange to the Holters, drawing the eyes of the girls as much as Serena does the boys and they all comment while giggling immensely admiringly of the beads and feathers in his hair and his excitable manner of speaking and bright eyes. He is an oddity to them, so used to seeing the rustic country boys and mine workers and loggers that someone so traveled and out of place in their tiny rural town seems almost Adonis like in the aspect of attraction. His birdlike manner makes any who overhear him chuckle or giggle and not to taunt or offend.

Marc, the charismatic and long-haired fellow, also draws the eyes of the girls just as much as Athel does, although more in a charming, knightly way than the mere extravagence to Athel's dress and style of speech. Marc seems to the girls as well as the boys, the men and the women, more of the regal noble type, making them feel only a little underclassed when they talk to him but in a respectful way, not a demeaning and resentful way. Everyone he speaks to walks away with a smile and an admiring look at the cut of his clothes and the sword he carries with him.

The reactions to Arjhann "Axe" are as to be expected, although most people do him the immensely appreciated honor of simply looking over his bulk and onto his companions. No doubt they have realized that he means no harm but something so alien still draws looks of apprehension and sometimes worry when they consider just how he might react in any given situation. Everyone in the bar cannot help but marvel at the glow of his golden scales and at the war-weathered look of his weapons and armor. Respect is evident now that the immediate and overriding fear has been allayed, but still, most keep their distance.

At that point, the doors to the tavern are pushed open and the wide belly of Quinton Barrous, mayor of Stagholt, precedes the large man inside. He mops his sweaty brow with a handkerchief then makes a vain attempt to tuck in his belly to appear more robust rather than portly. The man's image was important to him it seemed even though no one begrudged the man for living comfortably. After all, this was a peaceful town and the closest thing they had to warriors were laid back guards who sported quite a few mead-bellies themselves to strain their armor. Following the Mayor are two of his stout workers, large and able-looking men who no doubt help the Mayor with tasks around the village when not logging or mining.

Quinton casts about before he spies the group and with a proud yet waddling swagger he saunters up to the table and clears his throat. He makes a point to bow, sweeping off his hat to reveal a shock of balding pate and frizzly graying hair, as well as making as if to blow the fair Serena a courtly kiss before he straightens back up and again tries to suck in his belly before saying, in a rumbling yet squeaking manner that reminds anyone familiar with the animal of a talking hamster, "Ah a fair morning to you all, newcomers to Stagholt and may I say welcome! Welcome to you all! I noticed each of you come in through the gates but was...preoccupied otherwise I would have come over sooner to grace myself with your fine presence."

He stands up a little pompously and places a hand on his breast before bowing again. "Quinton Barrous, mayor of Stagholt, at your services, Gentlemen, Lady and oh...my...." he starts as he looks at Arjhann then continues on. "Yes...well...in any case I was wondering if I might interest you fine, capable and experienced campaigning adventurer types with a small...task I need some outside assistance completing. If you will allow me to continue, then please, follow me to my office and I will give you the full details of what I need done. Know beforehand that you will each be paid handsomely for your efforts should you decide to aid my good self and my village, otherwise, I do hope you enjoy your stay in Stagholt...My office is the building just outside the Cloak, with the windows with glass. Imported you know..." he gives the men and Serena a cheery wink, dips his head nervously to Ajrhann, who he is sure is scowling but cannot determine outright from how odd the creature is, and then he waddles back outside with his men in tow.


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

Marc looks up as the Mayor and his entourage enters the oaken tavern. As they approach the group Marc gracefully gets to his feet, and returns a splendid floral bow with a slight smile on his visage as it faces the floor. 'Pre-occupied', I think I like the sounds of that

"Your honour, your prescence honours us. At this hour, I would be happy to accompany to to your offices. Handsome rewards are always welcome, though helping those in need is always an honour." Marc rises and looks to his drinking companions, he downs the rest of his drink; having been taught since a babe not to waste anything.

Moving quickly he gets to the door to hold it open for the mayor upon his exit, which he also keeps ajar as the others leave. With a flick of his hands he grabs his blade for the repository and places it back into it's baldrick.

Getting back outside into the crisp air Marc takes a breath, still delighting in it's freshness after his lifetime in the cities putrid environs. He looks up to see the mayor a few dozen yards ahead; but with a brisk stride Marc soon falls in line. "A splendid office indeed, I see what you mean about the grand stained glass window. A noble building."


Loran grins broadly at the sight of the robust mayor and at his announcement he grins even broader and shortly after marc leaves Loran grabs the remaing two by the shoulders and says in his laughable accent "Ach come on me wee pretty lass and boyo we can at least go and see what the man has to say!" He smiles and bolts down his drink before dancing out of the room laugbly ignoring how badly his feet seem to trip over themselves. Which seems an elegant dance of skil and a great deal of tapping his feet to the floor and up to his knees only to repeat clapping his hands intime to music he seems to only to be able to hear.

Dance untrained1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

He soon whirls over to the weapon stand and bows to the assembled patrons and winks encouragingly at the assembled girls and flashes a smile at Goldie before grabbing up his short curved sword and elegant bow.


Male Half-Dragon, Drakon, Human Fighter/2

Arjhann looks up as the Mayor enters and notices him mid-speech and he gives the man a friendly grin to show he means no harm, then when Athel suggests they follow along he grunts once while nodding, standing up straight from the chair slowly and then offering the lady Serena a knightly arm in a show of companionship with a wide grin on his muzzle. He then walks with her, either holding onto his arm or not, outside with Athel after retrieving his weapons and after the Mayor and Marc towards the office building.


Female Human Wizard 2

"Hm. I wouldn't mind helping out." With that, Serena puts her flute away, pays for her meal, then follows Athel towards the mayor's office, accepting Arjhann's offer of an arm. ^_^


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

Marc looks back at his new friends, a warm feeling grows in his stomach. 'New friends and a new employment. Good.' Of course the feeling could be contentment or it could be nervousness at the future.

The phrase 'what needs to be done' starts circling in his head. 'The mayor seems like a jovial chap, a bit self-important, like old Jones the butcher, but those people are usually competant.'

Marc gives a nod to Axe, happy at his friends gentlemanly manners. The young woman on his arm, intelligent and erudite; more than capable of contorting the laws of physics for her own purposes or amusement. Finally the wild north-man, with his lilting accent and jovial gait. These are a fine bunch of people to be comrades.


Male Human, I think? 5/ Army, 5/Bouncer, 10/Gamer

To Marc Gillson, the Mayor, after bowing his head and puffing slightly as he tries to keep pace with the long-legged man, says with a rolling of his tongue that one might associate with a lord's musician prepping the crowd for a sonorous speech, "Ah yes, imported from Dovinia wouldn't you know it? Blasted Bloodless courts have a funny way of dealing with we mere Westerners, but their skill with their hands overshines us all, wouldn't you agree? I am told this particular mystique captures one of their reported battles with the vile Dragons of old when the winged things attempted to also spread their talons to the east. Note the details of the blackened armor their knights carry upon their slim shoulders, the lances catching the orange and blue of the fire from the scaled, flying wolves..." he goes on about this for some time, allowing Marc's companions plenty of time to catch up.

When they reach the Mayor and Marc, he swivels his head quickly around to look back at them in a rachetedy manner and he coughs once as he catches Ajrhann's eye, before turning about, nodding furiously at something then resumes puffing on and into the office. He discounts any giggling or chuckling from behind him, his wide doughy cheeks red.

The Mayor's office is a well-set up Roman affair, decorated in an archaic style, obviously the man loved foriegn art much more than a simple trading post mayor really should. A tapestry depicting a royal ballroom filled with men and women in regal clothing dancing with each other, hangs on the opposite wall right behind his oaken desk. Quinton takes his plush seat with a sigh of satisfaction, then gestures to the armchairs set in front of the desk. He calls for brandy and glasses and then dons a small pair of reading glasses. Upon his cluttered but neat desk is a scroll bearing the symbol of an Imperial outpost.

Knowledge Local 14:
The seal bears the symbol of Baron's Watch, a far southern outpost which most directly faced the wide expanse of untamed hills and wild forests of Adaras' southern border.

Quinton Barrous unrolls the parchment and reads over the few lines etched there, then passes it forwards for the others to take and read, if they are able to.

To Mayor Quinton Barrous,

From the desk of Baron Adolr Adolrson III of Baron's Watch, news of a bandit clan seen making its way steadily towards Stagholt, not in a raiding gesture but undoubetly hostile. Please take care of, our men are busy dealing with the uprising of several Orc tribes banded together to siege the castle but have thus far been beaten back each time.

Many respects to your capabilities, Farrous Flint, Secretary and Steward to Baron's Watch

The Mayor clears his throat once he is sure everyone is informed of the letter's news and he eyes each of the party in turn, especially the huge Arjhann but also lingering on Marc and Athel. "As you can see, my beloved town faces an imminent threat, one I would like kept quiet. Thus, I would be greatly and unendingly appreciative if you fine and bold warrior-types took care of the matter for me as discretely and far away as is possible, so as to not upset the town's people. Your reward, upon accepting this mission, is 50 Golden Crowns each and my letter of recommendation should any of you seek employment around this area again from one of the other Mayors. Upon completion of the task, I will also reward you with 200 extra Crowns each. What say you?" he asks a little smugly, thinking there were no possible ways that turning down such a grand offer could exist.


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

Marc listens to the mayor talk about the window, at first feigning interest politely. However as he talks, the mayors exuberance and knowledge sparks Marcs' imagination and he becomes more intent. Far away lands that Marc had only dreamed of in his small flat and the district that he lived in. The amazing skill and patience to create something as beautiful as this; combined with the legends and stories only half heard or remembered.

Marcs' eyes twinkle with excitement at the words and he asks a couple of pertinent questions to keep the dialogue flowing from the obviously knowledgeable man.

His breathe is taken further away as they enter the opulent room, the majesty of it is shocking. From what he gathers of this man he is obviously a conasseur of some taste. These furnishing would have been able to feed everyone in the loft for a month if not two, easily. The though brings a shock of cold to his senses and he comes out of his reverie.

He pulls out a chair for Serena to sit upon before he takes one for himself, perching carefully upon it. He looks around as the mayor breaks the seal to his letter.

Know (local) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Marc starts an intrigued look upon his face; "'Take care off' is an ambiguous term at best. What is required? Do you want them diverted, killed, negotiated with, paid off, or something else?"

"Your town seems very lovely so I would love to accept your offer, however there are a few queries I must make regarding our chances of success."

"Do you know the bandits - numbers, composition, race, route, location, leaders, objectives, capabilities. Are there any tales told of them." With a bow of his head, apologetically. "I am sorry for asking these questions, especially if the Steward has foisted this upon you, but my actions may cost me my live in defence of your town and I want to assure sucess."


Athel Loran bounces around the party his seeming boundless energy shows in his smile.When the group enters the mayor's place the charms jingle musically as he jerks his head back and forth as he looks about the office.

His face falls however at the mention of the bandits however, "I canna ask Xlarion if he has seen anything, maybe he will know where these hooligans have been hiding eh?"


Female Human Wizard 2

Okay, first the knowledge check. 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 Whoa! Wasn't expecting that! ^_^

Anyways, Serena listens carefully to the mayor's words and Marc's questions, her smile slightly diminished. After a while, she answers, "Well, if any of you guys are up for it, I'm willing to help. This is such a nice town with nice people. You don't get that much back in Maraz. I'd hate to see it fall to bandits or worse. Mr. Mayor, is there any other information you might be able to give us?"


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

Marc smiles at Serena; "Aye that's true. It's the opposite here the bandits are upsetting the leaders, in the capital the bandits are the leaders. No, just joking." he says lightly, although there is an undercurrent that glitters in his eyes.

"What say you Axe, do we have you weapon at our side to help these good people." Marc asks with a hopeful tone. 'Surely no evil could stand in his way?'


Male Half-Dragon, Drakon, Human Fighter/2

Ajhrann stayed near the wall, listening to the report read to him by one of the others as he lacked the skill to read, but he could not repress a low growl in his throat at the news of bandits. Edgar had always talked of bandits as low-born, murdering scum that made their lives off of the plight of those they attacked. He looked over at Marc at the stream of questions and stepped forwards, placing a hand on his axe handle meaningfully with a dark ominous glint in his yellow eyes. "This one will stand beside you." he voices solemnly and meets his companions eyes each in turn then nodding deeply again to the mayor.

He then stepped forwards to loom over Serena, his eyes intent on the corpulent head of office.

For the Knowledge, not a clue :P No need to roll.


Male Human, I think? 5/ Army, 5/Bouncer, 10/Gamer

Quinton seems much relieved when the group of warriors agree to take on the job but he sits back in his chair a little surprised at the tirade of questions plied upon him. He coughs and clears his throat then looks the main questioner, Marc, in the eyes and says clearly in his hamster-like voice "Take care of means get rid of them however you see fit. Kill them, drive them off, scare them away, whatever it takes to get them out of this district and away from murdering and robbing innocents. As far as me knowing these hooligans and thieves I am happy to say no I do not beyond what their occupation is and that they are quite a few miles south of here near the border. I know nothing else about them, I only received the letter a short while ago after all."

He then turns an eye on Serena. "What I can tell you and your friends Miss is that I know that, if my speculations are correct, their numbers will not be great, otherwise the Lord might have sent some of his troops to take care of them himself, orc horde or not. Since he hasn't I would assume that they are merely a large enough group to bully or raid who or whatever they wish, but they cannot be so numerous to so merit a Lord questering me to deal with their ilk."

He casts an eye then at Athel at his comment of his absent companion, but then shakes his head and decides not to pursue the topic. With Ajrhann, he is relieved to see the Drakon going with them. He had nothing against the fellow, but it did not do too well to have someone like him in Stagholt for extended periods of time. Things travelers would say...

He clears his throat then, clicks his fingers and a servant brings forth a purse of gold for each of the mercenaries to take as their own. "Here is your down payment with the rest due upon completion of the task I have given to you all. If you need to spend it here, there are many tradesmen in our town, a blacksmith, and anything else you might need. Otherwise, I hope to see you all next when you return victorious from your venture." he then stands slowly, bows to them and then he and his servant exit the scene.

Each of you adds 50 GP to their Purses.


Male Human Bard, Song-Healer

Marc smiles and nods to the Mayor as he is dismissed. 'Hmm, pity they treat Axe like that.'

He turns to his new companions; "So do you have an horse? I don't, old Hobsons' choice for me. First we need a map, so we can get a lay of the land and maybe choice ambush spots. Although bandits will be beside the road, taking tolls with a camp in some dell or in the forest, surely?"

Standing and stretching, he moves to look around the walls for a map of the town that a prideful Mayor might display showing all he is in charge of.


Male Half-Dragon, Drakon, Human Fighter/2

Arjhann watched the mayor leave and bowed his head slightly to him when the Mayor looked back once more to survey their group. He smiled a little but sighed silently and regretfully when the man blanched and hurried on out of the office with his servant in tow. He looked back over the paintings and tapestries with a more optimistic eye, no great knowledge of art was his but it did not take such to admire such fine works of craftsmanship.

He then crossed over next to Marc and peered at the map in front of his wide muzzle. He snorted in confusion and looked down at the long-haired man hoping he understood the layout of maps. "What do you make of all this Marc?" he rumbles.


Loran grins and pockets the coin but then turns to everyone asking "Anyone care to meet Xlarion? He'd like to meet all of you 'course but seein as we have this bonny new coin you all might want to spend it but would the lass like to meet me friend?" He grins charmingly and looks to everyone waiting.


Male Half-Dragon, Drakon, Human Fighter/2

Arjhann turned to look back at Athel, raising a ridged eyebrow and smiling a little before nodding to the young Human. "Aye, this one would not mind meeting this Xlarion." he then turned away from the map and waited for Loran and the rest to exit the office building. "By the way...If the bandits reportedly lay south of here, why not travel due south and see what we find. It's better than standing about here." he commented to the others as he adjusted the straps on his armor and weapon holsters.

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