You all have arrived at the Leaky Dingy to meet with the famous Karnathi war hero who will be leading the expedition... The waves and wind outside batter the Leaky Dingy on its stilts and cause the place to rock back and forth. The patrons seem not to care though as they gamble away their gold and drink themselves into a stupor... Welcome to Xen'drik brave adventurers, welcome to your new home...
A figure in a hooded cloak walks in, his heavy footsteps masked by the repetitive THUD of the flotsam colliding with the aptly-named Leaky Dinghy and the din of the inebriated patrons within.
The figure approaches the bar, reaching oddly-shaped crystalline hands up to pull back its cloak. The visage within was somewhat unsettling, though most meatbags wouldn't know quite why. The warforged's forehead was missing a plate, leaving twisted plates of metal framing exposed wires and small crystals. Those familiar with warforged would look upon it much the same as most would a man with a fist-sized hole in his head.
In an inharmonic, low-pitched chime of a voice, the figure said to the barkeep, "I am looking for Kalin Drask."
The sodden dwarf is cleaning out a already spotless tankard and looks up at you.Go to the balcony at the far end of the room he is taking recruits for the expedition there. Be warned tin man Kalin Drask will love you if you served under Karnath during the Last War, if ye served under Thrane though... the dwarf visibly gulps and makes a slashing gesture over his throat.
A dwarf enters the inn next. He is on the tall side for a dwarf, and is wearing robes that indicate that he is a servant of Dol Arrah. He is using a halberd as a walking stick and has a warhammer, shield and crossbow on his back. "Barkeep, I need a flagon of good dwarven stout. I am also told that this be the place to find a Kalin Drask."
The dwarf grabs a tankard and fills it with ale and puts it on the bar and says just go to the balcony on the other side of the room the Karnathi will be taking recruits throughout the night.
Having no desire for food or drink, the warforged makes his way across the bar to the balcony, looking for a man who looks like the few Karnns he has seen.
Kyrso looks around the tavern, trying to identify the person he is here to see.
unmarked, you find Kalin Drask on a balcony protected from the fierce storm by a awning. He is in his early fifties and has a war torn and fierce face, in his eyes you see war, loss and above all else a great will to fight on...Ah another recruit, know how to swing a sword warforged?
Kyrso you notice that the barkeep is giving directions to both a warforged and a dwarf, he is pointing them to the eastern end of the tavern where you see a balcony.
"I know the theory behind it, and I've done it my share of times. But it's not really my specialty."
"I on the other hand know more than the theory of weapon play," the dwarf from the bar says as he wonders over.
Ah a dwarf and a priest or a very fervent follower of Dol Arrah, either one is useful. Any magical abilities warforged?
A rather feral looking human wanders into the Leaky Dingy. He looks around, tryin to find the man he was told to meet.
Hearing the voices in the back, the Shifter walks back there, but stands quietly, listening. Observing.
"I have abilities, yes. Magical, no. My energies resonate within the mind alone."
Fought with a few Kalashatar in my day, they were strange but they sure did it make the Thranians run...never heard of a warforged with those abilities though. We will be shipping out for the interior tomorrow at eight o clock while the sun be setting, that way we don't die from heat. Just sign your names here and you will all be set to go.
Kyrso approached the group.
"Hello..."
"Name... I don't know how to sign mine. Will an 'X' suffice?"
Eh it will warforged, and it seems we got another recruit. Step over here halfling and lets see if your made for the interior expedition.
The warforged looks over at the newcomers, sizing them up.
"Yes...is this the group journeying into the heart of Xen'drik?"
Yes, although a halfling such as yourself will need some sort of justification to come along. We intend to make at least ten miles each and every night, that could be difficult for you to do. Although we do have a shortage of good cooks, our best one Gillan died in a bar brawl...can you cook or better yet have magical talents?
"Magical talent, of course..."
The halfling smirked at him. Orsko growled...
"Watch this,"
Kyrso focused his mental energy, and channeled it into producing a celestial eagle!
"And I can do that all day. My ability to conjure extraplanar creatures is beyond that of anyone you will find."
If you don't get killed by an enemy sniper while your summoning your allies that is. As he speaks you notice a flash of pain go briefly through his eyes.
If you want to come along sign here.
Kyrso reads over the contract in question before signing.
"When do we leave?
The warforged looks over the halfling's head to see the feral-looking humanoid standing nearby.
The Shifter watches the posturing of the halfling with mild interest, but when he summons a eagle from the heavens, a low growl emanates from his throat, clearly heard by the room.
We leave tomorrow at 8 o clock as the sun sets, best to make as much progress as we can during the cool nights. It seems we have shifter as well, always a good sight. Damn Thranian missionaries in disguise trying to sign up with this caravan have made my life similiar to Khyber...and any enemy of Thrane is a sight for sore eyes.
"Does this establishment close? If not, I will likely wait here until then. Is there any other information we are to be provided?"
At the mention of Thrane, the Shifter spits on the ground, and snarls savagely.
Kalin nods at the shifter with approval.Want to join the caravan shifter?
The druid shrugs nonchalantly, walks over, and signs his name.
the dwarf walks over to the shifter after he has signed, "My friend you look like you have problems only a few rounds of good, strong dwarven beer can solve. Barkeep, my friend and I require a flagon of dwarven beeer."
Kyrso was growing impatient. He wanted to get out! Adventure!
You see the massive caravan of two hundred souls and you see Kalin Drask speaking with a group of highly irate kobolds. One of them is wearing what seems to be a...drake skull.
The warforged looks on, his expression not displaying the awe he is in of the caravan of souls.
"Is this to be our cargo?"
The warforged looks on, his expression not displaying the awe he is in of the caravan of souls.
"Is this to be our cargo?"
Artor strides over to the man who hired them. "Is there a problem here boss?"
Kyrso glanced around, as Orsko trotted up behind him.
"What's going on? Are we going yet?"
The 'forged walks over to where the others are, near Kalin and looks at the drake-skulled kobold.
As you approach you hear the kobold speaking, lost sacred staff of kyber, kobold need it if you wishes for magic!
Kalin looks haggered and motions you all over. We have one hour to go and this kobold shaman has lost his "sacred staff", we need him and his kind if we hope to survive the Xen'drik ruins in the interior. As kobolds are some of the best trap builders and disassemblers in all of eberron. You yourselves will need to ask the kobold about what happened as I have a caravan to organize.
"Where did you lose the staff?" the warforged says. He would have sighed at the circumstances if he had lungs.
"More importantly", added Kyrso, "what would you give us if we found it for you?"
The kobold shaman turns to Kyrso and says, kobold give you magic, lightning bolts and exploding runes! Staff stolen in the market by a group o thieves theys wearing red cloths round their necks.
The Shifter nods to the kobold "If something missing, I'll find"
"Agreed, let us depart now to find this item."
The forged turns to follow the group.
Very well, he thought.
you wander into the markets and you spot a bounty sign in the middle of the turbulent marketplace...
All merchants be warned the thieves of the red scarf are on the loose, stay within range of stormreach guards at all times. The thieves are known for killing their targets without regard for law and order. The thieves of the red scarf are known for stalking the alleyways especially.
Kyrso and Orsko began searching around for any suspicious looking people wearing red scarves.