Alinor asks some of the residents of the fortress to help, and before long they have supplies prepared for the eight members of this journey. Those would be Goatie, Jednook, Azril, Anzo, Brandr, Stig, Ninoslava, and Melisende.
OOC: Are there any specific items they wish to bring with?
OOC: I gotta be honest, I have no idea
OOC: They'll have normal travel supplies, of course. I just mean is there anything Azril would definitely want to have, whether for survival or otherwise?
OOC: They'll have normal travel supplies, of course. I just mean is there anything Azril would definitely want to have, whether for survival or otherwise?
Other than his own pack and personal belongings mentioned in his bio, I can't think of anything.
OOC: They'll have normal travel supplies, of course. I just mean is there anything Azril would definitely want to have, whether for survival or otherwise?
Other than his own pack and personal belongings mentioned in his bio, I can't think of anything.
"Would you? That would be great," Azril says in relief.
Alinor asks some of the residents of the fortress to help, and before long they have supplies prepared for the eight members of this journey. Those would be Goatie, Jednook, Azril, Anzo, Brandr, Stig, Ninoslava, and Melisende.
OOC: Are there any specific items they wish to bring with?
With everything ready, the following day, the group prepares to head out. Lady Alinor and Lord Daniel wait at the gate to send them off. Duchess Rietta and Lord Cyril are not present.
Alinor asks some of the residents of the fortress to help, and before long they have supplies prepared for the eight members of this journey. Those would be Goatie, Jednook, Azril, Anzo, Brandr, Stig, Ninoslava, and Melisende.
OOC: Are there any specific items they wish to bring with?
With everything ready, the following day, the group prepares to head out. Lady Alinor and Lord Daniel wait at the gate to send them off. Duchess Rietta and Lord Cyril are not present.
"So... this is it." Azril glances over at Goatie and Jednook. "Say--how dangerous do you suppose this quest thing shall be?"
With everything ready, the following day, the group prepares to head out. Lady Alinor and Lord Daniel wait at the gate to send them off. Duchess Rietta and Lord Cyril are not present.
"So... this is it." Azril glances over at Goatie and Jednook. "Say--how dangerous do you suppose this quest thing shall be?"
Goatie shrugs and laughs. 'It's a quest isn't it? They're usually pretty dangerous - still, I've been on a few quiet ones - but then I wouldn't really call them quests, see?'
Jednook, bearing a load of supplies, makes muttering squawks of agreement, as if remembering a few past adventures.
Goatie takes out the staff blade, The Talon. 'Hope we chose the right one...' he murmurs, half to himself.
Goatie shrugs and laughs. 'It's a quest isn't it? They're usually pretty dangerous - still, I've been on a few quiet ones - but then I wouldn't really call them quests, see?'
Jednook, bearing a load of supplies, makes muttering squawks of agreement, as if remembering a few past adventures.
Goatie takes out the staff blade, The Talon. 'Hope we chose the right one...' he murmurs, half to himself.
"So do I..." Azril looks to Lady Alinor and Lord Daniel, awaiting whatever they are about to say.
Goatie shrugs and laughs. 'It's a quest isn't it? They're usually pretty dangerous - still, I've been on a few quiet ones - but then I wouldn't really call them quests, see?'
Jednook, bearing a load of supplies, makes muttering squawks of agreement, as if remembering a few past adventures.
Goatie takes out the staff blade, The Talon. 'Hope we chose the right one...' he murmurs, half to himself.
"So do I..." Azril looks to Lady Alinor and Lord Daniel, awaiting whatever they are about to say.
"Have faith," says Alinor. "I have seen what all of you can do, and I am confident you will be able to figure out what needs doing and see it done."
Lord Daniel gives Azril's hand a vigorous shake. "Good luck. If I could go with you, I would, but it's better if I stay here and help this expedition meet its intended purpose. Once you uncover this prophecy, if you need help, return to the castle. I'm sure Lord Urbien and my aunt will be able to lend you assistance."
"So do I..." Azril looks to Lady Alinor and Lord Daniel, awaiting whatever they are about to say.
"Have faith," says Alinor. "I have seen what all of you can do, and I am confident you will be able to figure out what needs doing and see it done."
Lord Daniel gives Azril's hand a vigorous shake. "Good luck. If I could go with you, I would, but it's better if I stay here and help this expedition meet its intended purpose. Once you uncover this prophecy, if you need help, return to the castle. I'm sure Lord Urbien and my aunt will be able to lend you assistance."
"Thank you, my lord," Azril replies, breaking into a smile. "By my word, we shan't let you down."
"Have faith," says Alinor. "I have seen what all of you can do, and I am confident you will be able to figure out what needs doing and see it done."
Lord Daniel gives Azril's hand a vigorous shake. "Good luck. If I could go with you, I would, but it's better if I stay here and help this expedition meet its intended purpose. Once you uncover this prophecy, if you need help, return to the castle. I'm sure Lord Urbien and my aunt will be able to lend you assistance."
"Thank you, my lord," Azril replies, breaking into a smile. "By my word, we shan't let you down."
"I know you won't."
And with that, the expedition sets off. Goatie and Jednook leading the way, the mysterious Talon in hand, Azril at their side. Anzo, Brandr, and Stig follow, with Ninoslava and Melisende taking the rear. They travel to the northeast in search of the old fortress that once was the seat of the House of Stags, and the wizard who resides there.
"Thank you, my lord," Azril replies, breaking into a smile. "By my word, we shan't let you down."
"I know you won't."
And with that, the expedition sets off. Goatie and Jednook leading the way, the mysterious Talon in hand, Azril at their side. Anzo, Brandr, and Stig follow, with Ninoslava and Melisende taking the rear. They travel to the northeast in search of the old fortress that once was the seat of the House of Stags, and the wizard who resides there.
And with that, the expedition sets off. Goatie and Jednook leading the way, the mysterious Talon in hand, Azril at their side. Anzo, Brandr, and Stig follow, with Ninoslava and Melisende taking the rear. They travel to the northeast in search of the old fortress that once was the seat of the House of Stags, and the wizard who resides there.
And with that, the expedition sets off. Goatie and Jednook leading the way, the mysterious Talon in hand, Azril at their side. Anzo, Brandr, and Stig follow, with Ninoslava and Melisende taking the rear. They travel to the northeast in search of the old fortress that once was the seat of the House of Stags, and the wizard who resides there.
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Sept 19, 2022 17:57:00 GMT
"Gah!"
The shuffling of shoes scrapping on a dirt floor interrupts a quiet night. Crashing into a cobblestone wall, a youth of no more than sixteen shields his face from the oncoming blows of a figure clothed in rags. Whimpering, he sucks in air and attempts to reason with it.
"Please sir, we have no word of such a person here."
Seething, the ragged shadow clasps the boy's shirt collar and grabs ahold of his hair, pulling his head down. "Don't play with me boy, you thought yourself clever to steal from me." The figure dangles a pouch of coins above the youth's face. "And in my mercy, I allowed it. Yet you considered it best to try me a second time. So I ask again, have you any word of a Tinkerer?"
Prying at the phantom's hands, the youth whimpers. "Nothing! No Tinkerer anywheres like the one you said."
The cloaked man breathes in a deep, irritated sigh. "Yet you believe yourself to be a prince among thieves."
The youth's voice cracks as tries to interject. "No, I-I-"
"Yes, you did, didn't you? At that small gathering with the old un with a limp right foot..."
The color drains from the youth's face. "But that was a private meeting between us...how did you?"
The figure throws the youth down, stepping on the loose ends of his shirt to prevent escape. "Your services will be your payment for the loss of my funds. Certainly, there was quite a lot of coins in that pouch to purchase those clothes, hmm?"
Coughing, the youth looks upward into the eyes of the furious avenger. Catching a reflection from the dim moonlight above, they glowed red. He gulps. "Anything you say sir."
The wrathful figure grabs him by the shoulders, pulling him onto his feet and into a corner wrapped in shadows.
Two passerby approach, looking around the area.
"Surely, I thought I heard something." "Eh, I knew that mutton the old cook was serving was suspicious. Smell was all off."
They leave, oblivious to what had transpired.
The figure removes his hand, allowing the youth to breath. "This place, is it not a favorite resting spot for those who wish to forget everything?"
Without a word, the youth nods.
Pushing him out of the way, the figure walks into the moonlight. A true behemoth in stature and build, he motions for the youth to rise. "Guide me then." He extends a hand for a shake.
