[D&D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Extreme =&gt; Extreme Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Black Howling on 18-02-2011, 11:28:41</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>[D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 11:28:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Welcome to Riverlund</strong></span><br>(http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk320/Dark_Cresent/River-Village--Casting-Course-aerial-rendering.jpg)</div><br><em>Reads the old sign on the gates as you near them, and inside you can already see the busy bodied folk moving about. Little buildings and houses dot the area, and in the distance just near the tall fence sits a few ranches with men working the fields. The aroma of baked bread and fresh grain grace the river scented air once inside the village proper, giving a sense of calm after so long on the road. Though this seems to come with it's own troubles, as with further inspection it seems the rumors have spoken true. <br><br>The distant sight of the graveyard stands out the most with a large gathering seeming to pay homage to the dead. There isn't just one casket though, but three peak out from behind the blockade of people mourning the losses of their fellows. Despite the feeling of calm, a strange dead now gathers in the pits of your stomach at what must be going on behind the scenes. People walk with the look of sorrow on their features, and each person looks upon you as if you're just another stranger that may bring them harm. <br><br>That's when a poster on the side of a building catches your eye, it reads in bold common script. <strong>"For those travelers who fancy themselves heroes enough to help people in need, please seek out old Ben at the Tanned Tankard tavern."</strong> The short message stands in contrast to the words that carried on the lips of merchants. Though none the less, the poster stands in the open as if the mayor himself had ordered for it to be distributed. </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 19:32:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'This is the town.' Alexandros thought to himself, entering the outskirts of Riverlund. It wasn't a large town, and it even reminded him of home slightly. As he walked the beaten road into the village proper, the gathering of mourners and the trio of caskets does set him at unease however. His steps come to a pause for a second as he takes in the scene, muttering a small and silent prayer for the dead to rest peacefully and to move on to the afterlife... Though such comfort would not ease the mourners. He continued moving once he had finished his prayer, and as soon as he saw the sign his pace became quicker, looking for the tavern. He should find it easily enough, the warriors hand reaching to open the tavern door. With the thick leather armor, and the large, wicked looking axe strapped to his back, it was obvious that he was one of the 'travelers' the the poster sought out. his eyes scanned the tavern idly, looking to see who else might be in the tavern, or if any other armed travelers had already arrived. He would look for this Old Ben soon enough, but it might be best to look for allies, first.<br><br>Alex (http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/3023/duelbysafanabe9.jpg) stood at just over six feet tall, with an athletic frame that made it obvious he was a warrior of some sort. his blonde hair reached just to his shoulders, tied back neatly. His blue eyes seemed rather warm, though troubled by the scene at the graveyard. With a clean shaven face and fair skin, he was quite handsome for a human, carrying himself well. His armor was made from thick leathers and hide, obscuring what clothing he might be wearing underneath it. On his back was a large axe, with a single edged head that looked like it could could through his enemies as easily as it could through a log of wood. He seemed to be in his early twenties, and had made a fine transition from youth to adult.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 20:31:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There it was again, that strange feeling of unnatural magic. The feeling sent a shiver through Aelmara's spine. She'd heard about the deaths and disappearances, but she wasn't sure if it was the magic or something else causing it. Glancing across the street she wondered if going to this Ben would really do her any good? She didn't fancy herself a hero, but she knew something was defiling the precious land she walked on and that bothered her as well as the deaths. <div class="floatright">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/AvatarsandCharacters/pleasehumorme-2.jpg)</div><br><br>Aelmara drew herself up to her full height as she gazed upon the procession, her slender, well rounded 5'6" form at attention for respect of those who'd died. She would help their loved ones, in any ways she could. Brushing her black hair from her eyes, she looked around. She'd seen many an adventurer within the town, but none who had specifically caught her attention. Maybe that was about to change? Her eyes locked upon the form of a human, one who carried himself quite well and she wondered of his skill with his ax. Had he planned on wandering into the unknown to discover this power? Perhaps if he did she had some information should he accept her along. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 22:17:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				An eladrin? he didn't see their kind much, though he had heard they lived in Silverymoon. Just the fact alone that she seemed to be one of the 'True' moon elves seemed to indicate that she was here for the same reason he was. He approached her calmly, giving a short smile and nod of his head as he finally made his way to her. "Greetings, what brings a beauty such as yourself to such a troubled town? Are you here for the summons as well? This land seems troubled, perhaps we can help it? If that is what you are here for, anyway. If not, my apologies for bothering you." he gave another smile, his tone calm despite the confidence in his voice, he spoke the same way he carried himself, with pride.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 23:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man certainly knew how to speak. She thought lightly smiling soflty at him as he approached her with his questions. <strong>"Fear not traveller for you are not wasting your words.</strong> she said fluently. <strong>"I am indeed searching for what disturbs this sweet land.</strong> she said brushing her fingers through her hair. <strong>"I've one or two clues, but I'm more interested in finding a few, good men or women to join me.</strong> she continued, her words soft as she took in the sight of him. He spoke with the pride of a warrior, though he did not seem to gloat as one. <strong>Might I have caught your interest My Lord?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 03:53:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lord?" He shook his head quickly, trying not to laugh. "Forgive me, but I am no ones lord... I think it would be a bit scary to be one. Please, just call me Alex." He offered another smile and a very small bow. "If you are looking for allies out here, then perhaps we can work together? We're here for the same reason, i'd rather not work alone if I can work with an ally." Of course, working with such a beautiful ally wouldn't hurt, either. "And I can defend myself, probably others as well. You're an Eladrin, are you able to fight for yourself? Since we have no clue what s happening here, best we don't go in unprepared."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 04:35:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a soft chuckle as he introduced himself, <strong>"Well then, it's an honor to meet you Alex, I am called Aelmara. As for my being able to fight, I think I have a trick or two to play out.</strong> she smirked as she offered out her hand in greeting. <strong>"As for what's happening I may have a small clue, but I'd rather wait and hear what this <em>Ben</em> has to say. Though I'd feel more at ease should we have more people standing with us before we approached him. What say you?</strong> she asked with a tilt of her head. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 04:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking her hand, she would notice he had a firm, strong, and warm grip. "Aelmara? Pretty name. If we do find any other allies, I think we can work well together. Maybe after we hear what he has to say..." Alex smirked, hsi hand moving away from hers. "We could share a drink or to? Provided we do not have other pressing matters. Always best to know more about any lovely allies I might have, if I do say so myself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 06:22:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aelmara returned his hand shake gripping his hand firmly as she locked eyes with him. She definitely would not complain about sharing this adventure with a man of his assets. <strong>I think a drink is definitely called for. We may find a few there after all, that's where most are travelling to correct?</strong> she asked making her way towards the tavern. <strong>"Have you just arrived in town?</strong> she asked glancing back pausing a moment to find out whether or not he planned to come along. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 07:28:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is where we are headed to." He grinned. She was certainly amiable, he had no qualms with that. "I also just arrived in town but a few minutes ago, I have been traveling for some time, this town has seen its fair share of grief, I came in hopes to end its suffering. The marches already as a land that have seen much trouble and devastation, and such continued pain is terrible."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 07:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aelmara gave him a small sad smile. <strong>"Yes, the land is aching for some relief. </strong> she wrapped her arms around herself as they walked along. <strong>You must need some rest, I insist on buying your first drink.</strong> she said firmly as she fell into stride with him. She gave him a small smile and tucked her hair behind her ear. She hadn't expected anyone to want to end the suffering of the land as well as its people. She'd expected some barrier between her and any comrades but it'd be nice to have someone with similar ideals. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 08:17:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you sure? seems only appropriate to treat a lady, but I won't mind." He grinned. "But i'm hardier then I look, I have trained for battle afterall. you'll have no need to worry about me being tired for now. I have enough left in me to at least hear this Old Ben out." He gave a small chuckle, though the womans concern was rather nice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 00:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A tawny Sun Elf makes her way slowly down the road.&nbsp; Though the trip has been long, she remains unbowed under the weighty scales of her armor and the heavy burden of a kite shield broader and taller than her torso.&nbsp; A spear held in one hand serves as something of a makeshift walking stick, supporting her upright posture as she pauses along the path to regard the ceremony underway in the cemetery, squinting against the wary eyes of the townsfolk.&nbsp; An ill-feeling breeze shifts her long, straw-blonde locks during the exchange of glances, spurring her onward into the city.<br><br>Selendriel proceeds without hesitation to the Tanned Tankard.&nbsp; Unaccustomed to the etiquette and mannerisms of both humans and civilians in general, the rather stern and bellicose-looking eladrin both avoids and actively repels small talk and niceties; something in the direct way she moves and no-nonsense demeanor with which she carries herself leaves little invitation to petty distractions.&nbsp; Though, the social awkwardness seems to be a two-way street, as once she has arrived at the tavern she finds herself casting furtive glances about in search of individuals who might suit the descriptor "Old" Ben, perhaps too bashful or wary of the strangers therein to come forward and ask immediately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 08:19:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad107/zamerageus/edted.jpg)</div>Zame wondered up the path weary and tired of traveling, looking up from the road seeing the 3 caskets in the distance memories of his family begin to crawl through his head. "I'm sorry" talking to himself, he stands looking over the caskets his grip on his father's shortsword tightens. "I'll live your dream dad" Zame walks up to the caskets, blending in with the people around. As the three strangers are buried into the ground, Zame imagines his own family being given a proper burial. "I wish I knew his name" Zame continued to talk to himself, wanting the leader of the Amn thieves guild dead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 10:54:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Inside the 'Tanned Tankard' holds a welcome sense of respite, especially when in comparison to the gloomy feel of the village proper. Waitresses toil about busting tables, and the smell of hot meals mixed with fine drink fill the nostrils once inside. The entire room turns about to look at any well armed individual that steps inside, though after a moment their gazes shift; going back to their business as usual. The bartender wears a friendly smile, and the waitresses seem to wear inviting expressions upon their wholesome features.<br><br>As the sun Elf ponders on her next move, a human man stands up from the bar and approaches her at a gentle pace. He wears a none intrusion expression upon his features, and gestures a hand to catch the attention of the scale clad Eladrin.</em><br><br><strong>"You seem to be out of place, stranger. Might I point you in the way of what you're looking for?"</strong><br><br><em>The Man's speech rolls out fluently, more so then might be expected for a village resident. He wears fine garb, bears only a single knife at his hip. He isn't tall, only average height with an average build, well groomed short hair crowning his head, and a fine trimmed goatee along his facial features.<br><br>Meanwhile, the scene at the graveyard grows ever solemn as the living pay their respects to the dead. Priests of Kelemvor say the rites and prayers for those who've passed while relatives sob in despair. It's then an old woman approaches behind the Elven man speaking to himself, and smiles warmly into his eyes.</em> <br><br><strong>"Are you here to pay your respects to the villagers that have passed?"</strong><br><br><em>The Tawny Elder Elf asks in a soft voice. Her wrinkled skin shows well aged features, and blue eyes glance warmly his way as she waits patiently for a reply.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 11:07:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Selendriel gives the man a speculative once-over, lacking the social grace to try and disguise the up-and-down scan of his figure.&nbsp; Though far from versed in the ways of these small, predominantly human settlements, even she can see that he appears somewhat out of place amidst the rougher edges of the hamlet's frontier.&nbsp; Despite her initial hesitance, when she does decide to speak with him she largely abandons any pretext or subtleties, going straight to the heart of the matter: <strong>"I have come on word that a man calling himself Old Ben has need of warriors."</strong><br><br>The statement was in an even, unguarded tone, so anyone nearby would be able to hear her easily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 02:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Varis Jennath in the meantime was finishing a long trek towards the city. Whilst on the move he had heard of a call for heroes, outsiders and expendable folk for aid. As such he fit all three in his mind so he made his way to the Tanned Tankard Tavern where the one called Old Ben was supposedly making the offer. He would look around once inside the village itself at all the houses and buildings with people coming and going. Entering the tavern itself he looked about for a vacant seat with hopefully a lone table as he never liked to intrude nor did he wish to cause a problem by sitting with a bunch of strangers. In a city he felt like a dime a dozen but here he felt like he really stood out but that seemed to be a part of the territory.<br><br>He was clad from head to toe in immaculately polished plate armor and not a speck of dirt seemed to cling to his body. His skin was tanned slightly and his build was moderately impressive but it seems he was a complex balance of speed and power for his muscles were not overtly built. His sandy blonde hair was cut exceptionally short in a proper military fashion. Adorned upon his body was a holy symbol of whom would recognize immediately as Torm if they knew of religion that much. Strapped to his back was a large two handed axe also immaculately clean and polished. His eyes which seemed to know people from head to toe was a dusk garnet brown. One could also note because of his short hair the sharp points to his ears but it was not as defined as other elvish folk hinting that he was not a pure elf. Everything about him seemed to speak "you can trust me" to people and to boot he was handsome. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 13:58:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they entered the Tavern Aelmara couldn't help but gaze around at the patrons, her eyes drifting to an empty table. She could feel eyes upon her form, then again they may be for her fellow adventurer, she certainly hoped so. Taking a seat she surveyed the room, sweeping her hair from her eyes as she considered each in turn. She scanned the form of a tanned, human and tilted her head lightly as she considered him in her mind a small smile creeping to her lips as the waitress interrupted her thoughts. <strong>"A drink and some food for my friend if you please.</strong> she said letting him decide what it is he ordered. Her eyes instead searched the room, catching sight of the sun elf seemingly deep in conversation with a well trimmed human man. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 01:59:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98429.msg4282834#msg4282834">Quote from: Black Howling on 20-02-2011, 10:54:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>Meanwhile, the scene at the graveyard grows ever solemn as the living pay their respects to the dead. Priests of Kelemvor say the rites and prayers for those who've passed while relatives sob in despair. It's then an old woman approaches behind the Elven man speaking to himself, and smiles warmly into his eyes.[/i] <br><br><strong>"Are you here to pay your respects to the villagers that have passed?"</strong><br><br><em>The Tawny Elder Elf asks in a soft voice. Her wrinkled skin shows well aged features, and blue eyes glance warmly his way as she waits patiently for a reply.</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Zame looks at the Old Elf, a feeling of comfort flows through him. "Yes, and to others that have died within my life recently." Zame felt as if he was with a grandparent, the comfort made him more at ease, his hand gripped the handle of his father's Short sword. "How did these three pass?" Zame referring to those laying in the caskets, "I hope it was quick for them"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 21:13:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex just ordered a glass of mead and something simple to eat, stew if they had any. "Thats all i'd require." He said with a small nod. However, Alex did hear the sun elf as she spoke, giving his companion a small nod. "Perhaps she would be interesting in helping us as well? She must be here for the same reason as us." he notioned to the elf who was questioned, a bit curious if she had found Old Ben already, or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [D&amp;D4E] Shadows of the North: Civilization (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ershin</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 23:34:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been something of a long day for Riene, in between her rounds of the village, making sure no one was causing trouble the day had been generally uneventful apart from a small scuffle between youths, and a resident claiming another had stolen apples from the tree on his property, the accused retorting that the branch had grown onto <em>his</em> land so he was within his rights. Unclasping a badge displaying the town's emblem from the shoulder of her armour, a simple thing of chain and leather that she wore atop a thin cloth top to avoid the links' inevitable pinching, and placing it in her pigeon hole in the guard house and signing out in the log book she made her way towards the <em>Tanned Tankard</em>. The removal of her badge allowed the general populace to see a guard was off duty, though because she still wore her chain people may still think otherwise.<br>&nbsp;Few guards had actual armour of their own, most suits were owned by the town. Riene had simply been lucky enough to inherit hers from her mother, though it had been quite loose in places when she first received it.<br><br>The half-elf headed over to the <em>Tanned Tankard</em>, one of her colleagues stationed at the gates had mentioned a couple of people coming into Riverlund recently, swearing blind that they <em>must</em> be adventurers here to answer their call to arms. Riene had replied to him politely at the time, but now that she was off duty she wanted nothing more than to scope them out, as she expected many of the townsfolk would should they have heard of their entry. And of course, the most likely place for them to congregate would be the <em>Tankard</em> to meet with Old Ben.<br><br>Sidling up to the bar, Riene scanned about for faces she didn't recognise, polished armour thicker than a dwarf's balled fist, robes bristling with eldritch might, staffs seemingly sculpted from some obscure glowing wood... <em>wizard hats</em> or any other signs of heroes from a story book that might have come to look into the disappearances that their own resources simply couldn't solve. Then again, looking for Ben would likely point her in the right direction as well.<br><br>She liberated a few coins from the purse on her belt, raising them into the air slightly to gain the barkeep's attention before setting them on the counter with a satisfying click. Well, satisfying to the person receiving, at least.<br><strong>"The usual, please,"</strong> Riene asked in a cheery tone. She might actually get to meet <em>adventurers</em>!
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>