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Post by DM Zach on Jan 25, 2016 19:50:22 GMT -4
Fresh cool morning air, with the smell of forged iron and sawdust, greets you as you step outside of the tavern. A flagstone path leads from the tavern to the cobblestone main road of the village. Stout stone buildings, seemingly carved from massive boulders, with narrow slits for windows cover the city. The main road, lined by short shrubs, trails off in either direction. To the north you hear a fairly large crowd a bit of ways down the road. To the south, the sounds of metal and wood working can be heard. In the distance, large snow-capped mountains can be seen trailing from the east up into the north. To the West of the city a dense forest. A few villagers, of mixed races, walk up and down the road, some carrying goods. Another pair of Blue Dragonborn, wearing plate, can be seen patrolling the streets, spears in hand.  |
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 25, 2016 20:31:46 GMT -4
he arrives out side and looks at the city around him. He notices that he indeed stands out among the other folk with his brightly colored cloak but this doesn't bother him at all in fact he enjoys it for what better feeling for a bard to have then the gave of everyone looking at you in wonder or curiosity. he throws on his biggest gleaman's smile and the five brightly colored balls appear whirling in the air and he goes north exploring the new and exciting city he finds himself in.
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 25, 2016 20:52:10 GMT -4
Still silently distraught and lost in contemplation, the Elf doesn't pay any mind to the others that followed her lead out of the tavern. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath of fresh air, noting how differently it smelled from what she had known for so long now... Grounding herself again, she hangs the quiver and mounts her bow on her back and looks to her tattered armor.
Following the sounds of smithing, this normally-alert ranger is almost oblivious to her surroundings as she tries to sort out her maelstrom of thoughts, flashes of memories, pains... She ambles down the road hoping to better arm herself; the first step in figuring out just where she is -and who she is- after all.
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Ironhaven
Jan 25, 2016 21:22:29 GMT -4
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 25, 2016 21:22:29 GMT -4
Mod continues to follow the group giving polite smiles and nods to the town folk he passes. Many give him a confused look but return the gestures. He keeps a sharp on on the elf and looks for people he can help and spread the ideals of his god.
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Jan 26, 2016 10:57:29 GMT -4
Watching each of the others go off on their own path and sensing that, even with all of the mystery surrounding the elf, she wished to be on her own. Horgrim takes almost immediate notice of the noisy crowd not far off. So with another quick hoist to his satchel he hobbles away after the bard, his gadgets and gizmos clanking as his little legs carry him north.
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 26, 2016 11:34:14 GMT -4
Enjoying the city and its people mod remembers that he should gather some items to help with his spells and healing and keeps and eye out for the town church or possible another priest.
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Ironhaven
Jan 26, 2016 12:22:53 GMT -4
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 26, 2016 12:22:53 GMT -4
Wandering the town, you spot a small shrine to moradin
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 26, 2016 12:55:58 GMT -4
I go to the shrine and look for some one who might be able to get me holy water.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 26, 2016 17:28:39 GMT -4
Within the shrine you spot a dwarven priestess with short blonde hair and gray eyes, wearing simple clothing, but carrying a fine stiletto.
She doesn't seem to notice you entering, busy placing objects around an ornate statue of a hammer standing upright on an anvil.
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Ironhaven
Jan 26, 2016 18:30:59 GMT -4
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 26, 2016 18:30:59 GMT -4
I take a look at the people there see if any one might need help in any way.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 26, 2016 18:40:30 GMT -4
There is no one here except the priestess. The shrine is a small building with a few benches surrounding the statue. Would look similar to this  |
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 26, 2016 19:57:37 GMT -4
I walk closer to the priestess and slightly cough "hello priestess I hope you can help me gather a few items to help me with my healing spells such as holy water, bandages, and items of that sort."
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 26, 2016 20:08:37 GMT -4
She jolts up, startled momentarily. Then greets you with a warm smile.
"I know a cleric when I see one! Anything to help a man o' the light!"
She hands you flasks of holy water, bandages, a pouch of mixed herbs, and some parchment.
She stops for a moment,thinking to herself.
"Do ye think ye could do a service in the favor o' Moradin? It would be a great help to the people o' Ironhaven."
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 26, 2016 20:28:49 GMT -4
he smiles back and thanks her for the items "it is my duty to help anyone in need what can I do to help you and your deity"
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 26, 2016 20:32:35 GMT -4
"While communing with Moradin, I have sensed something through him."
He face grows somewhat grim.
"There is some sort o' evil to the southwest. I know not what dwells there, or what could house such evil. If ye could investigate this matter it would be greatly appreciated."
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