(( As a general statement, I have guidelines that follow this adventure path.
1. I, as a GM, am controlling all combat just to make things go smoothly. Elements I will be controlling are the enemies' reactions to you such as: I will say if you hit them, kill them, etc. etc (trust me this will not be some epic hard adventure)
2. It will be a round base post meaning ME>Players>Monsters to further speed the prgress of this adventure. ))
The whole town of Wistvale became active after the tavern incident. A death in the small town aside from sickness, age, or a work mishap was not a common thing. The fact the dead man spoke of the undead was the cause for concern, a few men had taken up a pathetic form of arms to stand watch at the front entrance to Wistvale. A hooded figure stood next to one of those men, his cloak a deep green. An elegantly carved longbow etched with lines of gold rested across his shoulders. No other features were distinguishable about this person, though his sudden presence did strike curiosity amongst the towns people.
Grayell certainly noticed the stranger in town. He had taken it upon himself to see Wistvale less... well chaotic. That began with paying attention.
He walked up to the stranger and stood barely behind him, off his left shoulder. He studied the ground.
Hunting?
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Having bored with the tavern, Alec heads out and starts wandering the town aimlessly. He finds his way to what appears to be the front gate, with several shoddily armed and armored men standing watch. Standing beside, and back a few steps, Alec saw a cloaked figure. Disregarding the guards entirely, he turns to the cloaked figure. "A nice bow, you've got there. What is that, gold inlay?"
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
The cloaked figure slightly turned his head at the sound of Grayell's voice.
" You could say that more or less, I am after a person actually. A human man he would have been ragged and wounded, I followed his blood trail here."
The figure replied now apparent it was a male, his voice carrying a heavy accent, a signification Common was not a usual way of speaking for him. He turned to face Grayell, drawing his hood back. His open cloak revealed his well crafted leather armor, and sword at his hip. A sure sign that he was not from Wistvale for no such elegant and seemingly expensive goods existed here. His hair was of a pure silver color and tied into a top-knot. His features etched and fine, pointed ears protruded from his hair line.
"My name is Thaylinus Al'Thorainu, If it is not obvious I am an Elf from this region.
His gaze met with Alec, and his brow lowered at his comment.
"What my possessions are made from are none of your concern stranger. Back to what I was saying, I managed to pry form this man a man fitting my description was here not too long ago and has passed since his arrival. Do any of you know what I speak of and were you fortunate enough to talk to him.
Grayell picked at a tooth and looked entirely air headed. His kinship permitted him to present such a facade, though it was hardly fool proof. His attire and general look wouldn't say otherwise though.
Oh that fellow. Yes, he scrambled into the tavern, asked for a healer. None was on hand and the poor sod passed on. Certainly killed the mood in there.
He a criminal or something? Steal something of yours? Strange that he was so torn up but managed to find his way here...
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Looking at the large man behind the elf, Alec shrugs. "Not so surprising. This is the only town for miles, if he was this far our i imagine he was one his way here anyway. Ehm......but I don't think we've met. I'm Alecsander, Alec to my friends. And you are?"
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Simeon had been following Grayell since the incident at the tavern. ((I made sure to type that way back when just in case. ) Since the larger man had spoken up first, Simeon allowed him to do all the talking for the time being... At least, if it weren't for the younger man's prying. Simeon looked askance toward "Alec" but said nothing. It's one thing to be friendly in times of peace, but in times a crises one should be more careful of what they say and how they say it. He thought silently to himself.
( Perfectly fine Simeon, I halted this so you could catch up.))
Thaylinus eyes the big man carefully. A look of agitation quickly replaced his stern demeanor.
"I haven't the time for games. It is what he was attacked by that concerns me the most, he must have had something to do with it. Now tell me, what did he describe of his attackers?"
He shifted his body squaring up with Grayell, though considerably smaller than the large man, one with a keen eye could tell this Elf was no stranger to combat.
Grayell flicked something that actually wasn't there from his teeth and shrugged. He looked the stranger up and down... then shrugged again.
Well I'm sorry lad, but I don't take orders so well. You see, I'm a bit deaf in this ear and well; if you lean in closer I might just take the opportunity to muss up that pretty hair of yours.
You MIGHT want to relax a little and quite with YOUR games. Hunting a dead man doesn't help your cause now does it?
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
"I've a novel idea," Alec pipes up from behind the elf, seemingly forgotten. "Why not tell this man what he wishes to know, so he may be on his way?"
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Another voice softly spoke out, eerily close to Grayell. Another lithe figure stepped from behind him, the voice was of a female. She lowered her hood and gave a harsh glare to Thaylinus, her deep emerald eyes gleaming fierce.
" You, brother need not be so hasty in picking fights, and you-" She gave Grayell the same glare.
"Would have been very foolish to get hostile, you would have died before making a move, I had been behind you this entire time. The man we seek stole something, something very valuable. The dumb human and his band of "Merchants" were crypt thieves. They entered one of our ancestral tombs were we had sealed some thing away many centuries ago. We need whatever information he gave you, if any at all."
She sheathed the dagger in her hand within her cloak. She turned to Thaylinus, muttering something in their language. He nodded his head and walked out of the town a little ways. She looked once again at Grayell and the others, brushing away one of the strands of silver hair.
Simeon wanted to believe the elven woman. She spoke with a matter-of-fact tone and her story fit the scenario. Only one thing bothered Simeon, If the merchant was a thief why would he care more about the undead than his own life?
He decided to speak this time, "The man who died in our presence was afraid, but not for his own life. I would think that a dumb crypt thief would not have the honor to worry about others. Do you have an answer for this?"
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Grayell shrugged and knotted his hands together, lifting his arms overhead and stretching them back. CRACK. He sighed and face the female square at the shoulders, grinning.
Guess it runs in the family eh? Feisty lot.
Grayell's next words were louder, obviously enough to simply talk over any objection.
AT ANY RATE... he spoke of undead in the woods. North east of here. I figure you two know where north east is of course so we'll be joining you.
Grayell turned and walked out of the town gate. He stopped for but a moment by the male. He didn't look at him directly and his voice was gravelly.
Tell your sister the down wind assassin there, that she smells like dewflowers.
He hefted his blade over his shoulder and continued out of town, headed for the trail in question.
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Simeon was unsure of what should be done but Grayell seemed confidant in his abilities and that didn't seem to be a confidence made from arrogant pride--at least, he hoped not... Either way, Simeon decided it would be safer to stay by Grayell for the time being. He was not as confident in his abilities as Grayell... Although, perhaps he knew his own limits better than Grayell knew his. Again, Simeon hoped this wasn't the case. He nodded politely toward each elf as he passed them and followed Grayell.