The doors are opened by a servant dressed in green livery. The soldier shouts, "I bring the requested heroes, my lord. May we enter?" The viscount whispers something to another servant, who calls out that he may proceed. You are led forward towards the gilded throne in which sits the viscount. Viscount Adelmar is a short, stout man with a thick mustache, curly red hair, and droopy eyes. In the dingy hall, the only things that stand out are his throne and fine clothing in the same shade of green as the servants' livery.
Once you get close enough to the throne, the soldier stops you and bows, gesturing for you to do the same. "Welcome, heroes," says the viscount in an almost sarcastic tone, "I am Viscount Adelmar of Marchasul. As you may know, we have been experiencing problems with bandits lately. I humbly request your aid in removing them from our fair lands."
"So, where are they based? And what do you know about them? I am not running into the unknown, when it can be known, Viscount"
"Yes, yes. I was getting to that. They're in the forest, outside our borders but not far. They move around, so we don't have an exact location. There are a few dozen of them, mostly orcs, a few goblins, and some others. If we knew everything about them, your services would not be required, hero." For a second, you see something behind his eyes, something that suggests he is not the lazy, unintelligent man he may appear to be at a glance, but then it is gone.
"So, where are they based? And what do you know about them? I am not running into the unknown, when it can be known, Viscount"
"Yes, yes. I was getting to that. They're in the forest, outside our borders but not far. They move around, so we don't have an exact location. There are a few dozen of them, mostly orcs, a few goblins, and some others. If we knew everything about them, your services would not be required, hero." For a second, you see something behind his eyes, something that suggests he is not the lazy, unintelligent man he may appear to be at a glance, but then it is gone.
*The Dwarf speaks up.* "How are you so sure of the Orcs and goblins, may I ask? Also, I assume their is a reward?"
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"So, where are they based? And what do you know about them? I am not running into the unknown, when it can be known, Viscount"
"Yes, yes. I was getting to that. They're in the forest, outside our borders but not far. They move around, so we don't have an exact location. There are a few dozen of them, mostly orcs, a few goblins, and some others. If we knew everything about them, your services would not be required, hero." For a second, you see something behind his eyes, something that suggests he is not the lazy, unintelligent man he may appear to be at a glance, but then it is gone.
"Very interesting. Most bandits have a camp where they hoard their loot and sleep, as you know. There may be more to this than appears. How well armed are they? And what are their strategies like? Do they seem have a greater degree of order than most bandits?" Khamar notices this and uses a less cold tone when he addresses the Viscount again. He also loosens his grip on his dagger, which he noticed he had tightened when he first saw the Viscount.
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"Yes, yes. I was getting to that. They're in the forest, outside our borders but not far. They move around, so we don't have an exact location. There are a few dozen of them, mostly orcs, a few goblins, and some others. If we knew everything about them, your services would not be required, hero." For a second, you see something behind his eyes, something that suggests he is not the lazy, unintelligent man he may appear to be at a glance, but then it is gone.
*The Dwarf speaks up.* "How are you so sure of the Orcs and goblins, may I ask? Also, I assume their is a reward?"
"All reports have indicated that those make up the majority of their numbers. Yes, you will each receive one hundred gold pieces and an item of your choice from our armory."
"Yes, yes. I was getting to that. They're in the forest, outside our borders but not far. They move around, so we don't have an exact location. There are a few dozen of them, mostly orcs, a few goblins, and some others. If we knew everything about them, your services would not be required, hero." For a second, you see something behind his eyes, something that suggests he is not the lazy, unintelligent man he may appear to be at a glance, but then it is gone.
"Very interesting. Most bandits have a camp where they hoard their loot and sleep, as you know. There may be more to this than appears. How well armed are they? And what are their strategies like? Do they seem have a greater degree of order than most bandits?" Khamar notices this and uses a less cold tone when he addresses the Viscount again. He also loosens his grip on his dagger, which he noticed he had tightened when he first saw the Viscount.
"From what we have observed, their camp moves around. Their equipment isn't anything special, but their strategies are unusually sophisticated and well-disciplined."
"Very interesting. Most bandits have a camp where they hoard their loot and sleep, as you know. There may be more to this than appears. How well armed are they? And what are their strategies like? Do they seem have a greater degree of order than most bandits?" Khamar notices this and uses a less cold tone when he addresses the Viscount again. He also loosens his grip on his dagger, which he noticed he had tightened when he first saw the Viscount.
"From what we have observed, their camp moves around. Their equipment isn't anything special, but their strategies are unusually sophisticated and well-disciplined."
*The dwarf nods, absorbing the information.*
"I am willing to assist you in this fight, as long as I have support."
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"From what we have observed, their camp moves around. Their equipment isn't anything special, but their strategies are unusually sophisticated and well-disciplined."
*The dwarf nods, absorbing the information.*
"I am willing to assist you in this fight, as long as I have support."
Lehwu nods solemnly as the viscount gives the party instructions. When the clamor dies down, he says in a melodic voice that doesn't seem to quite fit his bulky frame, "I see no other concerns, Viscount. Point us where you will and we shall make short work of these brigands."
"I am willing to assist you in this fight, as long as I have support."
Lehwu nods solemnly as the viscount gives the party instructions. When the clamor dies down, he says in a melodic voice that doesn't seem to quite fit his bulky frame, "I see no other concerns, Viscount. Point us where you will and we shall make short work of these brigands."
"Actually, there is one more thing. Andrasa?"
A female dwarf comes forward out of the shadows. She wears plate armor and carries a hammer and a shield. For a second, she meets Gazem's eyes and raises a curious eyebrow, but she soon moves on as her gaze sweeps across the rest of the heroes. "I am Andrasa of Genhald, Dedicate of the Order of the Black Tower. I will be joining you on your mission as a representative of Aardhemir and of Marchasul."
Lehwu nods solemnly as the viscount gives the party instructions. When the clamor dies down, he says in a melodic voice that doesn't seem to quite fit his bulky frame, "I see no other concerns, Viscount. Point us where you will and we shall make short work of these brigands."
"Actually, there is one more thing. Andrasa?"
A female dwarf comes forward out of the shadows. She wears plate armor and carries a hammer and a shield. For a second, she meets Gazem's eyes and raises a curious eyebrow, but she soon moves on as her gaze sweeps across the rest of the heroes. "I am Andrasa of Genhald, Dedicate of the Order of the Black Tower. I will be joining you on your mission as a representative of Aardhemir and of Marchasul."
"very well." Gazem says. he mentally notes to show himself as soon as they are out of the Viscount's city.
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Lehwu nods solemnly as the viscount gives the party instructions. When the clamor dies down, he says in a melodic voice that doesn't seem to quite fit his bulky frame, "I see no other concerns, Viscount. Point us where you will and we shall make short work of these brigands."
"Actually, there is one more thing. Andrasa?"
A female dwarf comes forward out of the shadows. She wears plate armor and carries a hammer and a shield. For a second, she meets Gazem's eyes and raises a curious eyebrow, but she soon moves on as her gaze sweeps across the rest of the heroes. "I am Andrasa of Genhald, Dedicate of the Order of the Black Tower. I will be joining you on your mission as a representative of Aardhemir and of Marchasul."
Colin stay quiet, deciding that it'd be best not to say anything.
You have recently arrived in a small viscounty in southeastern Vasilio. It is generally a quiet place, far from the tumultuous border with the Goblin Nation, far from the less contentious but still tense border with Mornornia, far enough from the sea not to be any sort of trading center, and far, at least in a cultural sense, from the bustling capital. In fact, it is barely a part of Vasilio at all, nestled in a cold, wet region on the border of the Great Forest and generally ignored by everyone. Upon your arrival, you found an advertisement from the Viscount himself, asking for adventurers to help him combat the bandits that have recently begun to plague the area. You applied for the position and were accepted, perhaps to your surprise, or perhaps not.
You and the other chosen adventurers meet at the castle gate just after dawn. Most of the shops in the surrounding town haven't even opened yet. At the best of times, this town is slow and quiet. This is not the best of times. A soldier is waiting by the gate, "Are you all here? The Viscount does not like to be kept waiting." The near-absurdity of that statement does not seem to register for him. You realize that, living here all his life like most of the viscounty's inhabitants, the Viscount is probably the most powerful man he has ever met. You may feel as if you now occupy that position, but you do not say as much, at least not yet.
OOC: Please reply to this post so we can get started. If you don't reply within a couple days we will start without you.
You have recently arrived in a small viscounty in southeastern Vasilio. It is generally a quiet place, far from the tumultuous border with the Goblin Nation, far from the less contentious but still tense border with Mornornia, far enough from the sea not to be any sort of trading center, and far, at least in a cultural sense, from the bustling capital. In fact, it is barely a part of Vasilio at all, nestled in a cold, wet region on the border of the Great Forest and generally ignored by everyone. Upon your arrival, you found an advertisement from the Viscount himself, asking for adventurers to help him combat the bandits that have recently begun to plague the area. You applied for the position and were accepted, perhaps to your surprise, or perhaps not.
You and the other chosen adventurers meet at the castle gate just after dawn. Most of the shops in the surrounding town haven't even opened yet. At the best of times, this town is slow and quiet. This is not the best of times. A soldier is waiting by the gate, "Are you all here? The Viscount does not like to be kept waiting." The near-absurdity of that statement does not seem to register for him. You realize that, living here all his life like most of the viscounty's inhabitants, the Viscount is probably the most powerful man he has ever met. You may feel as if you now occupy that position, but you do not say as much, at least not yet.
OOC: Please reply to this post so we can get started. If you don't reply within a couple days we will start without you.
OOC: Dang. Late. Is there still time to catch up?
OOC: Of course. Meet us at the entrance of the castle when we leave.
You have recently arrived in a small viscounty in southeastern Vasilio. It is generally a quiet place, far from the tumultuous border with the Goblin Nation, far from the less contentious but still tense border with Mornornia, far enough from the sea not to be any sort of trading center, and far, at least in a cultural sense, from the bustling capital. In fact, it is barely a part of Vasilio at all, nestled in a cold, wet region on the border of the Great Forest and generally ignored by everyone. Upon your arrival, you found an advertisement from the Viscount himself, asking for adventurers to help him combat the bandits that have recently begun to plague the area. You applied for the position and were accepted, perhaps to your surprise, or perhaps not.
You and the other chosen adventurers meet at the castle gate just after dawn. Most of the shops in the surrounding town haven't even opened yet. At the best of times, this town is slow and quiet. This is not the best of times. A soldier is waiting by the gate, "Are you all here? The Viscount does not like to be kept waiting." The near-absurdity of that statement does not seem to register for him. You realize that, living here all his life like most of the viscounty's inhabitants, the Viscount is probably the most powerful man he has ever met. You may feel as if you now occupy that position, but you do not say as much, at least not yet.
OOC: Please reply to this post so we can get started. If you don't reply within a couple days we will start without you.
OOC: Dang. Late. Is there still time to catch up?
OOC: their is still time, we haven't left the Viscounts, done introductions, anything that would mean that everyone has spoken yet.
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Khamar follows everyone else out of the city, still thinking about what the Viscount said about the Bandits. (Assuming we are leaving)
(assuming the same)
*When they are out of eye distance from the City,* "I have an announcement to make!" Gazem speaks loudly, "I am not a dwarf. After Andrasa joined us, I resolved to tell you first. I normally masquerade around as a dwarf, as I know of most races dislike and mistrust of goblins. I am still here to join you, and I hope that this confession allows you to trust me."
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