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2 years ago ::
Sep 04, 2011 - 3:20AM
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Date Joined:
Aug 18, 2007
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The adventurer's regroup, and after some short exploration to understand their options they make their way back to the Welcoming Wench to rest and ensure that the village is protected should the dragon come looking for revenge.
During the night a young human arrives and Asalta introduces him as Bruun after he approaches her. However he has some pressing matter that he will not speak of in front of anyone else and soon the two are secreted in her room as he reveals what has brought him to the Hommlet.
During the same night Cassie dreams of a beautiful man, but wakens in cold sweat, fear sending shivers down her spine..
In the morning Asalta explains that she must depart, matters with her family require her attention more than adventuring does, and the young half-elf seems saddened as she leaves, as if it is sad tidings that call her back to the tribe.
When others press to return to complete the exploration, Cassie becomes filled with dread and half sees the man with the beautiful face again, and it is only once the others relent at her insistence that the vision fades.
In the afternoon a young goliath woman jogs into town and to Oogoth's eyes she is the prettiest thing he has seen in a while, though she is in truth no beauty among the goliaths of the Hammerfall mountains. So it is that he seeks her out in the evening and they strike up a conversation, it turns out that she is here seeking Oogoth on behest of Uompek her tribe's cheiften.
During that night Cassie dreams of Oogoth being in trouble, until she sees Osrik, in the form of a great rune, reach out and help him, leaving her with a sense that the two are bound together and that some truth can only be found by them working together. So it is in the morning when she discovers the two discussing if Osrik should go with Oogoth and the goliath woman named Easke that she encourages them to journey together.
Now with just Kenzee and Cassie there seems little hope of achieving much in the face of the mysterious beautiful man that haunted Cassie the day before and so the two are left with no real choice but to keep working with the villagers to ensure Hommlet remains safe.
Around lunch time the next day a wagon trundles into town carrying supplies from Kesharth, and it is accompanied by someone that neither Cassie nor Kenzie recognise, but who is made welcome by Gwynach and the ladies of the Welcoming Wench, at it doesn't take the two adventurers long to learn the new arrivals name is Morgan. With Morgan come two others, a young girl with bright red hair and a male storm genasi, fortunatley all 3 look able to undertake an adventure or two and Cassie feels a sense of hope in seeing them that she has not felt since the Dragon left.
With the caravan though comes other news, the nearby village of Nulb was attacked by a young blue dragon who then fled towards the Hammerfall mountains and the old ruin of the Temple of Elemental Evil...
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2 years ago ::
Oct 03, 2011 - 7:21AM
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Date Joined:
Oct 31, 2007
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Kenzee whistles as they walk along the path headed back to Homlett. It will be nice to clean up, get a hot meal and a cold brew.
Later that evening, she belches as she pushes her now empty plate away. It is the perfect ending to a perfect day. The villagers have made much of the dragon fighters, though there is some concern over the dragon coming and taking its anger out on the villagers. She has been seen by the local herb woman, who gave her a packet of what appear to be weeds to stuff into her morning tea. And, her armor has been attended to and is now clean, the dents pushed back out, and she is ready to face whatever tomorrow will bring.
Sadly, the next day brought not adventure but just the opposite. Kenzee was saddened to see that everyone except Cassie had pressing business elsewhere. Secretly, Kenzee wonders if the others have the stomach to fight the dragon again. She has met those in the Arena who were like that. If they can’t stomach the battle, maybe it is a good thing they have all left. The dwarven woman prays to the gods that replacements will come so she can get back out there and do battle.
The following day brings an answer to her prayers as a caravan arrives with three who are willing to head into the swamp and do battle with the dragon and its minions. Kenzee greets each one eagerly, almost bouncing with eagerness to get going, especially since she has heard that the dragon attacked the nearby village of Nulb. It is obvious to Kenzee that the dragon would not have attacked Homlett, not after the drubbing it got two days earlier. Of course, the rumor also says the dragon headed back toward the Temple, which means they will have to go and expel it from there once more. This time, they need to make sure to kill it instead of allowing it to fly away. She decides the next time they meet she will have to concentrate on cutting off one of its wings.
Do NOT meddle in the affairs of dragons; for you are crunchy and go good with ketchup
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2 years ago ::
Oct 03, 2011 - 4:37PM
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- Hero Artisan Gold Medalist
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Morgan rushes in to the Welcoming Wench, feet mostly supporting her, with the light scent of alcohol for a perfume. She gives the serving women bear hugs and whispers excitedly. One by one the women sadly shake their heads and Morgan sighs. "Ale!" The wenches shake their heads and offer up a mug which is quickly half drained. Her companions too are none too pleased to see the mug in her hand, but know better than to try and take it away.
Eyes already glazing over, Morgan pokes Shyndt in the back "Stand up straight Shyndt, no one likes a sloucher." She moves on to Will before she has the chance to giggle, "Will, Will I said. You won't find a man unless you let your hair down." Morgan fumbles with beefy fingers at the knot before giving up on it and slumping into a nearby chair; despite the table already being occupied by a pair of women. "You two look like nice people." she says brightly, standing, flipping her chair around, and flopping back down into it, leaning her arms against the chair back.
She goes for a long draught of ale only to find it empty. "Wench? Another ale! Thank you darling." Waiting for the woman to arrive with the forthy drink, she takes a long whistful look at Wilhemina and mutters quietly.
Resident Shakespeare
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2 years ago ::
Oct 03, 2011 - 6:45PM
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Date Joined:
Oct 31, 2007
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Kenzee blinks in surprise as the seat next to her is pulled out and a body drops into it. “You two look like nice people.” The dwarven woman grins at that, reaching up a callused hand to scratch as her freckled nose. “I like to think we are. Although, I don’t think the dragon or its servants would say the same. You can ask the dragon, since it fled like a coward. None of the servants are in a position to answer any questions.” She raises up her tankard in a toast and drinks down the last of the dregs. “Another round for the table please.” Kenzee refrains from calling the serving girl ‘darling’ but does wink at her, flipping her a gold piece. “I know yur Da said drinks was on the house. Buy this one and her two friends a drink on me.” She turns back to the newcomer. “Name’s Kenzee the Dragon Slayer. Well, sort of. It would’ve been if the darn thing hadn’t flown away. We’ll get another chance at it though, right Cassie!” It doesn’t sound like a question as she turns to the pretty human woman next to her. Tomorrow, she is going to head back and see about making that last part of her name come true.
Kenzee appears perfectly at ease sitting in a chair in full scale mail armor. Her hammer rests against the wall next to her chair, which is next to a huge battleaxe, and both within easy reach. It is an easy assumption that both weapons belong to the dwarf. Across her bosom is a leather bandoleer, each slot holding a weapon. The woman fairly bristles with weapons, all of which she wears comfortably enough for the others to believe she knows what to do with them. Oddly enough, she is also wearing a beautiful blue cloak, which on her is a robe. Its softness is in sharp contrast to all the weapons and armor.
She turns and gives the newcomers a hard look, obviously assessing them. A gleam comes into her eyes and she begins to grin. “Say, you look like a girl who likes a bit of fun. Want to come along tomorrow and pay a dragon a visit?” It never occurs to Kenzee that there might be people who wouldn’t want to go "play" with a dragon. Well, farmers and innkeepers and townspeople usually don’t, but these people look like they are out for adventure, and what better adventure than to destroy a dragon?
If the others decide to join her and Cassie, Kenzee will gladly move over to make room. The others, if perceptive, will notice she has moved closer to her weapons, unconsciously unwilling to let them leave her reach. It's a force of habit and not one she plans on breaking anytime soon.
Do NOT meddle in the affairs of dragons; for you are crunchy and go good with ketchup
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2 years ago ::
Oct 03, 2011 - 8:56PM
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Date Joined:
Sep 25, 2009
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Shyndt stands back for a few moments, watching the exchange between Morgan and the dwarf. His ears immediately perk up when she mentions the dragon. Along the road, Shyndt learned of the trouble this dragon was causing the nearby towns and was hopeful that he may be able to do something to help those people. It was starting to look like he was in the right company to accomplish such a task.
Upon hearing Kenzee invite Morgan to help her take care of the dragon, Shyndt takes a few steps forward, setting a hand on Morgan's shoulder and leaning between her and Kenzee. "After so many drinks, I don't think my friend is in any condition to be agreeing to anything at the moment. That said, we are here to do something about that dragon, although I don't know how much 'fun' it will be..."
After eyeing Kenzee for a minute, Shyndt grabs a seat next to Morgan and sits down. Shortly a serving girl brings him the drink Kenzee ordered. He raises his glass to her briefly before taking a large swig and setting it back on the table. He turns to Will and motions towards the empty seat on his other side before turning to look at the human Kenzee had referred to as Cassie. "My name is Shyndt. And who might you be?"
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2 years ago ::
Oct 04, 2011 - 4:50AM
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- Hero Artisan Gold Medalist
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Morgan cuts off the coming response, "You're such a good boy, worrying about me, but I haven't had enough to drink yet." She nurses this ale slowly though, so as not to set a bad example for Shyndt and Will. The picnic basket she'd been carrying sits beneath the table as she reaches into it and pulls out an apple. She offers the apple to Shyndt, reminding him that he's a good person and derseves something nice occasionally.
She pulls out an orange and a pear and, not being enticed by either, holds them out to the two dragon fighting women. "Fruit's good for you; makes your breath smell nice so men don't mind a little close talking." She seems very serious about this apparently important aspect of life.
Resident Shakespeare
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2 years ago ::
Oct 04, 2011 - 6:41AM
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Date Joined:
Oct 31, 2007
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Kenzee looks at the fruit a bit doubtfully but takes the proffered pear anyway. “Thanks, I think. Don’t need no men being close enough to smell my breath, unless he be at the business end o’ me hammer.” Kenzee is in her mid-forties and no blushing youngster. She will leave all that romancing stuff to those who are younger and interested. All Kenzee is interested in is traveling around the country and finding things to test her strength against. If a man wants to come along for the fun, he is more than welcome, as long as he isn’t trying to smooch on her.
She turns to watch the exchange between Shyndt and Cass. There is a bit of a protective aura that seems to settle on the dwarf as she watches the human woman, concern clear in her gaze. Cassie has been a bit down these past few days. Kenzee hasn’t known the woman long enough to know whether this is a normal part of her personality or whether she is upset over the loss of her companions and so she watches, ready to jump in and defend or back Cassie up if needed. They may not have known each other for very long but fighting together in battle has a way of forging a bond that transcends beyond mere hours or days.
Kenzee cannot help but get excited when Shyndt says he doesn’t know how much ‘fun’ it will be to fight a dragon. “Oh, it will be great fun. Exceptin’, this time we need to pluck off its wings so it cannot fly away and attack any more people.”
Do NOT meddle in the affairs of dragons; for you are crunchy and go good with ketchup
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2 years ago ::
Oct 04, 2011 - 7:14AM
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Date Joined:
Aug 21, 2007
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Cassie is affected greatly by the departure of her companions. Though all too brief, she felt strangely connected to them in a way she hadn't in some time. And now she was having strange visions of a beautiful man - fear? attraction? both? Whatever it may be she knows that she must follow this thread back to the keep. The companionship of Kenzee keeps her depressed mood from spiraling into darkness.
And as it is frequently happens with her sight, a spring of hope shines on her heart with the arrival of the three strangers. It's clear that one is well known in this town. Even at first sight, she can see that this "Morgan" has wound tightly by fate. Sadness swirls about the woman, yet glimpses of hope and greatness glimmer in Cassie's enchanted sight.
The young girl is unusual. At first glance the girl appears too be a teenager, but there is a confidence in her eyes that far outshine her youth. But there is more to her that is strange when viewed through a seer's eyes. Few threads touch her and Cassie cannot place a read on her past. Only the lines to the future are visible to Cassie and they appear entwined with the five of them at the table.
"My name is Shyndt. And who might you be?"
She looks to the man, a gensai. She has heard of such beings, but this is her first time meeting one up close. His eyes draw her in. He has a strong and commanding presence, one that awakens feelings she tries her best to disguise. Strangely the fates shift and swirl around him in unusual ways. For most people she looks at, the threads of fate converge on the person, pinching the web of future possiblities into fewer and fewer paths. Yet this man seems to magnify them. It is as if he himself spins forth the threads of fate.
"hhhmmm. Cassie. My name is Cassie. Pleased to meet you." A shy smile graces her face which appears to redden slightly, though perhaps the colour is just due to the glow from the nearby fire.
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2 years ago ::
Oct 04, 2011 - 5:25PM
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Date Joined:
Sep 25, 2009
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As he starts talking to Cassie, Shyndt notices out of the corner of his eye that Kenzee is staring at him intently. Apparently she feels the need to protect the human. I wonder why she needs protecting. Shyndt notes to himself before setting the thought aside for a later time. "If you are able to help us with that dragon, the pleasure is all mine." He says, causing Cassie's face to redden even more. It must be getting hot in here for her to turn so red. Shyndt thinks to himself, again setting the thought aside for later.
With that, he turns back to Kenzee. "I'm not too good at plucking, but I'm sure I'll be able to leave his wings in tatters if you truly think that is the best way to deal with him. Do you have any knowledge as to where we will need to go to find this dragon?"
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2 years ago ::
Oct 04, 2011 - 6:16PM
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Date Joined:
Oct 31, 2007
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Kenzee nods. “That’s easy enough. Rumor has it he’s back at the moat house. We managed to kill those who were out there doing horrible things but the dragon flew away when things started to turn against him. If we pluck his wings, he won’t be able to flee.” It is clear by Kenzee’s tone that she doesn’t think much of cowards or cowardice. “The moat house is about a half a day’s walk into the swamp.” She waves off in the appropriate direction.
Do NOT meddle in the affairs of dragons; for you are crunchy and go good with ketchup
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