
Halgara |

Jubilation fills the evening air in the normally staid town of Trunau, for it is the twelfth birthday of the Chief Defender’s youngest daughter, Ruby, and the townsfolk have been preparing all day for the ceremony and festivities to follow. A throng of spectators has amassed at the town Commons; the buzz of the crowd subsides as the weathered town leader, Halgra of the Blackened Blades, takes the stage and begins
to speak, “Thank you all for joining us this night. I take immense pride in my responsibility as Chief Defender, especially when it comes to the honor of the hopeknife ceremony. It is always a great privilege to bequeath Trunauan youths their hopeknives as they come of age.”
Halgra stops speaking long enough to open an ornamental case and retrieve a slender, ornately decorated dagger hanging from a silver chain. “But tonight is a special occasion, for the recipient of this hopeknife is none other than my youngest daughter.”
Once again, Halgra pauses, but this time she turns to talk to the child beside her. “Ruby, by the traditions of our town, you have come of age. This hopeknife represents your responsibilities as an adult and defender of Trunau. You must be willing to use it on yourself, your fellow Trunauans, and your family—even me, should it come to that. It will be a far quicker death than that which the orcs will offer, and providing it is your duty. Do you swear to guard Trunau from all comers, and to use your hopeknife only for its intended purpose?”
Ruby—dusky skinned, black haired, and painfully shy—nods her head in response to her mother’s question.
“If the orcs come, and there is no other option, this is where you cut—here, here, and here.” Halgra demonstrates which arteries to sever while Ruby watches. When she is finished, Halgra sheathes the hopeknife and places the necklace around Ruby’s neck before turning back to address the crowd. “Tonight, Ruby becomes a full member of our community! Let us welcome her, and celebrate her passage into adulthood! Trunau forever!”
The crowd echoes Halgra’s last words in unison, signaling the end of the ceremony.

Ruby of Trunau |

Once Halgra finishes her speech, the townsfolk waste no time transitioning to the ceremony’s more lighthearted festivities, including a number of games. The first such game is tug-of-war, which traditionally pits the hopeknife receiver against Trunau’s best defenders.
"I am Rodrik Grath and this is my brother Kurst. Ruby will be picking from amongst you lot to see if you can defeat the town defenders in a tug-of-war. There may be some fine specimens out there Ruby, pick your Defenders." Rodrik seems jovial and kind in his mannerism in dealing with Ruby.
Ruby begins to wander around the crowd.

Haskyll Stonereaver |

Well Met Rodrik, I am Haskyll. Honoured to observe the ceremony

Haskyll Stonereaver |

Ah so I will have to partake in a tug of war. Haskyll grins, I think it might be fun.

Anga Runedaughter |

Anga watches the ceremony with interest.
what have these people suffered, so this ceremony is now custom and tradition?
She smiles at ruby when introduced.
well met ruby, rodrik. I'm willing to help, if ye wish, but feats of strength are not my strong point. Still it's all in fun.

Ruby of Trunau |

Rodrik will offer a slight bow to Anga, " Welcome to Trunau. Your kind is very welcome here. Enjoy your evening."
Ruby looks at the Dwarf female with some curiosity. Dwarf females are rare in Trunau. A Dwarf Female, marked with Runes as a Magic-User would be marked is something Ruby has never seen, " I pick you!" Ruby moves on through the crowd, Rodrik and Kurst not far behind.

Anga Runedaughter |

Anga looks at Haskyll, and shrugs.
I guess we follow her
She starts moving after Ruby

Haskyll Stonereaver |

So it would seem.
Haskyll starts walking after Ruby

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Well done little lady I'm sure you will make your people proud! he say with a loud voice while smiling warmly at her.

Ruby of Trunau |

Ruby hides behind Rodrik when she sees the towering Kaos. But then gently, bashfully, she looks up to the tall man, and whispers, with a touch of excitement in her voice, "I pick you." Then this now young woman continues her search for that final right piece to her team.
Rodrik shakes Kaos' massive hand, "I think she likes you."

Anga Runedaughter |

Watching Ruby pick Kaos, Anga says to Haskyll
she certainly picks em. And he's a big un.

Haskyll Stonereaver |

That he is, I guess the young lady is trying to stack the deck. Haskyll says with a grin.
I can picture it, the rope going up to Kaos's shoulder, and the person in front of him, hanging on, and not actually touching the ground

Ragnir Brightaxe |

"Ha, she picks em wisely. Try movin' a dwarf tha doesn't want ta be moved. Yer more likely to move a bloody mountain!"

Ruby of Trunau |

Ruby hears Ragnir, a frequent visitor to Trunau, and gives the Dwarf Brewer a grin, "I pick you."
"Well it looks like Ruby has her defenders," Rodrik leads Ruby's Defenders to the tug ropes. Several of the town's defenders are waiting to join Rodrik and Kurst to challenge Ruby's Defenders.
It is strength check versus strength check. The party gets a +12 on their check. The next character to post, roll for the party in the first round. You may also Take 10. I will secretly roll for the Trunau Defenders, and apply the results to the Tug-of-War map above. Then someone else make the seconds round's roll.

Haskyll Stonereaver |

Haskyll digs in his feet, and leans hard into the rope.
Tug o War: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

GM Mazra |

Trunau Defenders roll.
As Ruby's Defenders digs in, so do the Trunau Defenders. And though there was a momentary stalemate, the Trunau Defenders are dragged closer to the center line. Rodrik's feet are right at the line. Trunau's Defenders start talking amongst themselves to pull and reach into that inner strength.
One more victory roll for Ruby's Defenders should do it. Someone other than Haskyll make the roll.

Ragnir Brightaxe |

Ragnir grits his teeth and digs in to pull "Drag those skirt wearers into the pit"
Tug O' War: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

GM Mazra |

Trunau Defenders roll.
Ruby's Defenders drags Rodrik across the line. The crowd cheers for Ruby and her Defenders. Rodrik, Kurst and the rest of the Trunau Defenders participating in the Tug-of-War drop the rope.
Rodrik approaches the party, Kurst is right behind him, "That was an impressive display of strength. Trunau could use a group like you." He then turns and congratulates Ruby for her victory.

Haskyll Stonereaver |

Stretching his arms, Haskyll acknowledges Rodriks comment

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Laughing Kaos says with a grin That was a good warm up. Should we go again? And with that he reaches down and lifts Ruby up onto his shoulders for a victory lap through the crowd.

Ruby of Trunau |

Ruby goes from surprised to over-joyed as she is picked up and placed on Kaos' shoulders. She hangs on to the tall human with one hand and waves to the crowd with the other. The whole Commons can see Ruby on her perch. The crowd laughs and celebrates unlike in any time in recent memory.
Rodrik smiles then he lets out a boisterous laugh at Kaos' comment. Kurst grins and claps as the two of them follow Ruby and Kaos through the throngs of people.

GM Mazra |

One by one people come up to greet and chat with Ruby and her Defenders.
Below represents things you will have either already known about Trunau or will learn during the festivities. I have awarded bonuses to rolls based on prior familiarity with Trunau as revealed in your background story:
Ulfgard +10
Haskyll +0
Anga +0
Kaos +5
Ragnir +5
“The hopeknife is more than a weapon—it’s a symbol. To Trunauans, earning your hopeknife is a mark of your place in the community. When you earn your hopeknife, it means you are wise enough to make adult decisions, old enough to know what it means to fear, and strong enough to protect your neighbors, even if it costs you your own life.”

Anga Runedaughter |

know local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

GM Mazra |

Shortly thereafter, Rodrik and Kurst gathers the party. He opens a fresh bottle of Honey Mead and pours the contents into several wooden cups. He hands them to Ruby's Defenders and even gives Ruby a cup, "To Ruby's Defenders!" He toast the party.
He then tells the party that he is staying at the Ramblehouse, "Some of you may have met the Halfling Cham. She has agreed to offer you a room at the Ramblehouse for the night. Come let us call it a day."
For those who haven't already done so, go ahead and roll your Diplomacy or Knowledge (Local) checks.
When Rodrik gets back to the Ramblehouse he will head on to bed.

Haskyll Stonereaver |

diplo untrained: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8
Still feeling a little bewildered by the party, but accepting the drink and toast.
I agree, lets call it a day.

Ulfgard Strongfist |

We in Europe have a strange custom, you know, we do try to pay homage to one of the old gods, orpheum. So usually from 17:00 to 01:00 EST I am praying in my warm bed!
Klocal: 1d20 + 1 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 10 = 17

Anga Runedaughter |

Its been a good day, but a long one. Sleep will be good.
Anga goes to her room, and falls asleep within seconds of getting in bed.

GM Mazra |

Day Two
Just before the first of Ruby's Defenders begins to stir the next day, they are awakened, "Everybody up and out of the Ramblehouse. Get dressed quickly and move outside." One of Trunau's Defenders walks the halls of the Ramblehouse calling this same message.
A large crowd has gathered outside and the news spreads quickly: Patrol Captain Rodrik Grath has been found dead! Yes, the same Rodrik that jovially toasted the party the previous evening. The Ramblehouse is roped off. Many in the crowd begins to cry and wail.
You hear from the murmur in the crowd that the inn’s owner, Cham Larringfass, discovered Rodrik’s body in his room, his wrists fatally lacerated and his bloody hopeknife in his limp hand. Everyone is talking that Rodrik had committed suicide.

Kurst Grath |

Only a little later Kurst, Rodrik's brother gathers Ruby's Defenders, “I’m sure you’ve heard by now that my brother, Rodrik—some of you met him last night—was found dead this morning, and I’ve had my hands full since. Right now, the official cause of death is suicide, but I just can’t believe that. Something else has to be going on.
Unfortunately, Rodrik was the best investigator in Trunau; if he were on the case, solving the mystery of his death wouldn’t take long, but with just me left, we might never know what really happened.” Kurst sighs heavily. “I simply can’t handle the investigation and tend to my family duties at the same time. I may be a patrol captain, but right now, I feel my responsibilities as a brother outweigh my other duties. Still, I can’t just let this lie. I’m afraid I’ve exhausted all my other options—the members of Trunau’s militia are competent defenders during siege times, but they’re not sleuths by any means. I need your help. Will you investigate my brother’s death?”

Ragnir Brightaxe |

KN Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
"What the bloody hell is goin' on, wakin' me up this early! This time o' day should only be met by mist, no by any sensible livin' bein'" Ragnir comes out of his room grumbling, until he hears what's happened. "Torag's beard. Oh, lad, ya deserved a better endin' than that."

Ulfgard Strongfist |

Resting his hand carefully on his own hopeknife Ulfgard just nods.
"I have a feeling something is weird here, and to admit you need help is no sign of weakness, but one of strenght! I do not know if we find the answers you hope for, mind you, but alas, I will put all my energy in it!"

Haskyll Stonereaver |

Grumbling about being woken up prior to the dawn. I am not a member of the Dawnflower club. Haskyll grumps.
His mood changes drastically when he hears about the death.
Aye, I am not a sleuth myself, but I will help with what I can.

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Waking a little blurry from last nights party he stumbles around while pulling on his clothes. He starts to ask Are we getting breakfast ... then goes quite.