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Old Wilmar is an old looking dwarf. Which means for most races he is ancient. Wilmar smells of the outdoors. While waiting for the venture captain he does speak to anyone apart from the wooly rhino he came in with. The Elasmotherium appears to enjoy the attention when it is not huffing at anyone coming too close.
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Wichmann can be seen pulled up at the table in a chair. To be described as sitting in it would an overstatement though, as the halfling who is covered in hides is constantly fidgeting about. His eyes dart about the room as he mutters to himself
"Just you wait! My strike and stride can't be beat!"
Every now and then he grabs the lucerne hammer from his back, swinging it back and forth, almost striking the arms off the chair.
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Rewyn is a 3'4" Gnome who's flesh often looks like stone. While in the lodge waiting, she will check up on any plants making sure they are well watered and cared for. If anyone walks by they can hear her speaking to the plants.
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Ser Beric appears to be a young male dwarf with a flowing red beard and hair. Suprisingly, he does not speak with such a quite thick accent as many other dwarves do. It is far easier to make out what he says and he sounds almost polished compared to many dwarves.
This dwarf is wearing pretty new scale mail with no battle damage to it being apparent. His dwarven waraxe is also bearing few signs of battle scarring. In fact, it looks like it was forged recently.
"Greetings, I am Ser Beric Doonarion of the Five Kings Mountain. As a Paladin of Torag I have been sent to work with the Pathfinders as an emissary of the Church of Torag. It is jolly well to meet all of you and to serve in the Pathfinder Society with you."
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Almaas is a young Dwarf from a Osiriani merchant family that always felt that community, tradition and fairness are the values that should be inherently present in any civilisation .
Thus, he embraces the lessons of Erastil and tries to use his family fortune to bring prosperity through fair trade.
He can be a stoic negotiator but has an empathic approach. He is very perceptive and understands people's motives which is very important to him as a merchant and a pillar of his community.
He typically wears no armor and during battle usually tries to use his bow to attack but also uses his legs and fists if necessary.
Almaas has an older brother, Toral, who is also a member of the Pathfinder Society.
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Wichmann rushes over to Ser Beric, looking him up and down.
"You look like you could hold your own in battle friend. That battleaxe speaks to your experience in the field although the unblemished armor makes me question it."
The halfling clad in fur and hides extends his hand out, ready to accept a firm hand shake.
"May Gorum lead us to grand battles and great victories!"
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Almaas is more the silent type and listens to your discussions.
"I see that a lot of martial prowess has gathered here! I want you all to know that I see us as a team ... and a team is a small community for which I will give my live blood to protect. It is an honor to explore at your side! May our joint cooperation lead us to discoveries that we report for the glory of the Pathfinder Society!" Almaas says in a calm voice.
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The meeting in Absalom with Drandle Dreng nearly a month ago was brief, as always. I have a routine mission for you, though a dangerous routine mission, the old man whispered in the great hall in the Grand Lodge. Suffering from a cold and weak from lack of food and rest, the old venture-captain looked quite possibly the worst you’d ever seen him. Through wracking coughs he explained, An ally of ours in the Land of the Linnorm Kings—Rognvald Skagni—is writing a lengthy report on the state of government in the northern countries of Avistan. I received a letter from him just yesterday requesting several key documents from the vaults here to help him finish the report. Venture-Captain Dreng patted a large, heavy-looking chest next to him. These are the documents, and I need you to board a ship north to deliver them to Skagni. Dreng tried to stand at that point, but a fit of coughing sent him back into his seat. He gestured for a well-dressed, impeccably kept man standing in the shadows of the room to approach and whispered raspy orders to him. The man picked up a small pouch and a large key and handed them both to the party. Venture-Captain Dreng is unwell, as you can see. He wished me to give you this key and this pouch of gold. The key opens the chest, and the gold will buy you passage and get you from the Linnorm coast to Trollheim, where Skagni resides. Whatever you do, do not let the chest out of your sight and do not, under any circumstances, allow it to be searched. These documents are for Mr. Skagni’s eyes only. Are we understood? Dreng’s nameless servant waited for a reply and then smiled. Good. Now run along; Venture-Captain Dreng needs his rest.
The directions to Skagni’s home provided by VentureCaptain Dreng’s assistant are unclear, but after a few wrong turns due to poor handwriting, you finally locate your destination. But there’s a problem: it’s been burned to the ground. All that remains are the stone ruins of the small home’s walls and a few scattered piles of rubble!
Where the directions indicate Skagni’s house should be stands only the charred husk of a burnt-out building. Bits of burnt timber and ruined furniture lie scattered about, but if anything remained after the fire, it seems to have been picked over and looted. Though most of the walls are blackened with soot, a patch along the former front of the residence still shows relatively clean, white walls. Smeared across those white walls, written in reddish-brown letters four feet tall, are the words, Pathfinders go home.
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Menas looks at "Old Horn", "It's not the load that breaks you down, its the way you carry it. I would not be opposed to sharing with your friend there." he says as he adjusts the weight of the chest.
During long travel sequences, Darven will allow Old Horn to carry the chest, but prefers to carry it himself in towns and combat situations.
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"It tis a heavy burden, that is most certain. I too share aid in carrying the chest and of course defending it as needed. I do think it might be a good idea for whoever is carrying the chest to not have possession of the key. It might be beneficial if someone in authority", he rolls his eyes when he says "authority", "is convinced that we are bearing the chest to one who has the key."
Ser Beric looks over the scene of devastation.
"Someone apparently doesn't like Pathfinders. Maybe we should ask around to find out who that might be and where Rognvald Skagni might be?"
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From the outside, it appears that the house was burned down at least a week ago, if not longer, judging by the snow cover on the charred beams of the place. Tracks leave the house in almost every direction, as from what you can see without going inside, the place has been looted, and anything of value likely carried off. You also realize the letters on the outside of the building are written in blood.
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Almaas seems uncomfortable.
”We can go to a ... pub ... but I see it more as a way to gather information!“
On the way to the pub and also in the pub Almaas tries to show to people that he can listen well and that he can show empathy. He tries to find out if anyone saw or heard something about Skagni’s house and his whereabouts.
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Darven suddenly takes on a robotic like expression and seems entirely intent on a singular goal, the carrying of the chest.
As you all stand around the house deciding whether to enter it or gather information amoung the townspeople, a group of four humans carrying throwing axes on their backs approaches the group. One steps forward and speaks to the party, "Well, what are you all looking at. You wouldn't be Pathfinders would ya?"
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The leader and his group pull our their axes, "Only pathfinders are looking for him and we've been paid to kill pathfinders, nothing personal." he says as he begins the motion to throw a throwing axe.
Initiative Order, Bold May Go!
Combat Slide
Rewyn
Ser Beric
Enemies
Old Wilmar (and his AC)
Wichmann
Almaas