I'd like to submit Elias for consideration.
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Elias takes in deep breaths as they leave the town behind, and something subtle seems to shift about him as they enter the wilderness. It's as if he's finally relaxing and letting down his guard, even as they enter a more dangerous area. Occasionally he stops to squint into the treeline, or crouch to run his fingers over tracks in the trail. He looks over his shoulder behind him on occasion, and once or twice disappears into the trees altogether before rejoining them a dozen yards on. "Just staying alive and alert to the woods around us," he says with a gentle smile.
Google Slides is pretty simple and interactive.
Elias eyes askance of tying the sacred lantern to Truffles, but keeps his own counsel. Instead, he hitches his pack, makes sure his bow is ready, and falls in step with the others, waving with a self conscious smile as they leave the crowd behind.
Elias gathers his belongings, and arrives and meets the others with a smile. "All right. A quick and simple two day trip it is. I am ready to proceed when you all are." Hefting his pack, he looks to Truffles and grins.
Ack! Sounds crazy hectic!
Elias nods along as the mayor speaks. "Well, that sounds simple enough. A three or four day quest to satisfy a cherished custom can be done without much problem." He smiles warmly. "I'd be happy to be of service."
Hello? Anybody still here?
Elias sits back, setting down his cutlery, and studies the mayor with a thoughtful gaze. "Thank you, sir, for the honor. I know Kassen but passingly well, but I would be honored to retrieve the everflame for you and the townsfolk." He speaks carefully, like a man choosing which stones to step on as he crosses a river. "I'm not as familiar with this ritual as the others, however. Could - I mean, would you mind sharing what you know about the tomb, the everflame, and how we can bring it back? Anything you can share would be most welcome."
Elias rises to his feet smoothly as the mayor makes his hurried entrance, and then slowly sits once more as the man disappears upstairs. Turning to the others, he raises an eyebrow at Rylka's words, but has nothing to offer. Instead, he takes a pensive sip of his water, and then shrugs and returns to his food. It's not often he gets to sample such civilized fare.
Nice! Looking forward to it. Going to be very fun adventuring with this group.
Elias leans back in his seat as Goldi climbs to prominence, and loops one arm over his chair back as he pushes onto the back to leg. His other hand absent mindedly takes up a knife from beside his plate, and idly flicks it around and around the base knuckle of his thumb as he listens intently. When Goldi bows, he laughs and sets the knife down so as to clap. "Well told! And what a tale. I had no idea that Kassen was founded in such dramatic circumstances. I wonder what the treasure was that Asar Vergas claimed Kassen had stolen? Or if it was ever recovered?" The question seems a rhetorical one, as Elias leans forward to serve a large dish of vegetables on which he ours gravy. Without even glancing down, he slips a large caramelized carrot down to Truffles. "Well, I'm sure our host will clue us into why we've been summoned when they join us. Until then, I haven't eaten since early this morning. If you will excuse me?" That said, he starts enjoying the fine meal before them.
Elias leans forward, clearly interested. "Retrieve part of a ceremonial flame? Hence the 'Everflame' part of the title, I suppose. Whose tomb is it? Why does a permanent fire burn inside? Do you know where the tradition comes from?" He smiles, suddenly self-conscious. "I'm sorry. It's been so long since I've been with people that I have trouble keeping my questions and curiosity under control."
Elias frowns. "I'm hesitant to admit this, but I'm not familiar with the Quest of the Everflame. Could you enlighten me?"
Elias listens with grave attention, nodding in places as only glancing aside occasionally to watch Lord Admiral Truffles attempt to climb Mount Baralas. "Arnama? A local trapper? And that was a worthy deed. Lord Admiral Truffles seems a worthy and loyal companion." He smiles and leans back. "No, not from town itself. Though I've passed through a number of times. I mostly spend my time out in the wilds, trapping and hunting. I came into town three days ago to sell some of my wares, and a good friend of my father's approached me with a surprising letter. So here I am. A little out of my element, I must admit." He pauses, as if unsure if his next question is indiscreet. "Do you know what this is all about?"
Elias watches the boar's activities with a wry smile, and when it stops by Baralas, he can't help but chuckle. "That's an intelligent companion. How long have the two of you been together?"
"Magic," whispers Elias. He shakes his head slowly. "So different from everything I know. You're blessed, then, Baralas. To wield Nethys' favor. What do you do with it? That power?"
Elias considers this answer, not rushing to show that he does. Finally he nods, and it's clear that he's impressed. "Do you practice magic, worshipping Nethys?" His voice has remained quiet and thoughtful throughout, but he's clearly engaged in the conversation now, turning to face Baralas full on.
Elias nods, showing no signs of revulsion. Instead he simply gazes with even more interest at the mask. "I know little of religions. I apologize, but who is your god? Why do they have a mask as their symbol?"
Elias's grip is firm. He shakes, then pulls out his chair and sits. He spends a moment looking at the array of cutlery - three forks? - why the tiny spoon? - and then dismisses the complexity of it all to pour himself a glass of water from a crystal pitcher and turn to Baralas. "Excuse me. If I may be so forward. Why the mask?"
The door to the dining room cracks open, and Elias slips in, smoothing down his leather coat with absent minded nerves. He's quiet, unassuming, and he takes a moment to simply gaze around the opulent room, noting the crystal chandelier, the glittering dishes, and the magnificent table itself. Whether he's impressed by the decor is hard to say; his lined and weather-beaten face betrays little other than polite respect. Stepping forward, he moves to stand behind one of the tall backed chairs, and placed his hands on its top. Hard hands, long fingered and heavily callused, especially the index and ring finger of his right hand where one might surmise he has long year's of practice drawing a bow. "Good evening," he says to Rylka and Baralas. His voice is quiet, just a shadow above a whisper. He pauses as if searching for something else to say, and then simply gives a polite smile to them both.
Thanks for picking Elias, GM. Much appreciated. I'd be up for getting started. Perhaps we could try to leave off at a point where the PC's could use the downtime to get to know each other?
Agreed! I'd vote for a quick selection.
This is Illirio, using Set 2 of my rolls. I'd like to submit Elias Two-Rivers, a human ranger. I'd also be happy to change his Favored Enemy from orcs to whatever you might deem most appropriate to this campaign.
Submitting Elias for consideration. I just found this thread, and rushed to put Elias together - I'd have written a more complex background, but I ran out of time! |