Fantasy Adventurers of the Red Snapper Inn (Always taking new patrons)

[Dendyne]

Connor tried not to be intimidated by the all too intimidating Ouranos, tried.


"I'm Connor, most everyone calls me Nil though," he swallowed and stood up straight trying to look as big as he could.


"As for my intentions, I mean no evil but I will survive whatever comes however I have to," he weighed his words carefully as he spoke, Connor reached for what drink was left in his bottle as Lilara voiced the plan to attack the Orc tribe.


"Jungles aren't really my speciality but if there is game we will eat and have scouts those Orcs wouldn't see coming,"

 

[Radazart Teh Gr8]

Ouranos grumbles a bit at Radfor's remark but lets it slide for now, while extending a curtly nod to Connor. He trusted Barthelmor to be a good enough judge of character. "I shall join you Mistress Lilara if there are no more pressing quests." he says, before turning to Barthelmor to have that question answered. After all, if three adventurers were out to slay Orcs, while nobody was taking care of a farmer's plea Ouranos would be headed for the second in all but the most extraordinary cases. "Though it would please me to see the skill and method by which good sir Connor and sir Brocksforde perform." he mentions, looking at the group again.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Radfor shrugged and finished his chicken, picking up both his bowl of soup and flagon and bringing it to a nearby table, eating the hearty soup at an an insane pace.

 

[Dendyne]

Connor swirled his last couple swallows of stone whiskey in the bottle as he followed Radfor to a nice enough looking table and sat across from the dwarf slurping at his soup.


"Don't worry this'll be a milk run,"


Connor called to the warforged before looking back at Radfor.


"I'll get the next round?" He offered with a fanged grin,


"You look like you've seen a few fights, I'm glad you're with us on this," Connor began to try and make conversation.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Radfor downed the rest of his flagon as the boy spoke. He set it down and laughed.


"Hahaha! A few fights? Lad, I've been doing this for quite a while, and I've had more than a few fights. But I can tell you that you should take every fight seriously. Nothing is truly a milk run. Didn't you say you've never been in a fight before?"


He began to focus in his soup, taking giant mouthfuls of it.

 

[Dendyne]

Connor blushed slightly though you wouldn't notice with his skin tone, he had assumed it would be easy just because it sounded easy to him with no real knowledge of true combat.


"Well it sounds easy doesn't it? I've hunted beasts for most of my life, tangled with bears and dire wolves alike but you're right I've never fought in true combat.." He thought about what Radfor had said,


"We aren't hunting and that half-ork was as big as he was strong so I'll be careful to stay out of their grip," he smiled looking up at the ceiling as he was want to do while thinking, about the preparation he would need to do, a little research on the jungle wouldn't hurt. Connor drained his bottle and leveled his gaze with Radfor.


"More mead then? I'm going to grab a round and something for my stomach I think,"

 

[Midnight Paragon]

"Aye! Drink while you can, I always say."


He raised his empty flagon with a big grin, though he watched the boy carefully. A hunter joining a quest to eliminate half-orcs might not end well, but it wasn't his place to say.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Barthelmor looks through his contract book. "Nothing as of yet, but you know... things show up last minute all the time," He says to Ouranous. Even Lilara's quest was only declared today. They often get taken on the first day that they're available.


Lilara's trip to the inn's upper floor is short lived. She comes back, bearing a rolled map in her arms. "I think I'll take a drink. Wine, red if you'd please." She says, unrolling it. "The top of the map, is where we exit the city, and enter the jungle... now down near the middle and right side of the map, is entrance to the Orc tribe territory." She explains, pointing out the spots she's talking about. "It's about a two hour travel."


"And you're right, Orcs will be just as strong as half-orcs... but they're far more savage in combat. 'Ware their swings, for they strike with enough force that a casual slice can remove an arm, if you're not careful." Lilara sits down at the table with them. "I can say from much experience... after fighting orcs and the adrenaline wearing off, my shield arm feels... well, I can't feel it, it's that numb from all the impact of their blows."


(Whoops I'm a dumbdumb and forgot to attatch the image link.)


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[Dendyne]

Connor stood up with his bottle shooting Radfor a grin,


"And a fine thing it is to say my friend," he ambled around the table and took the empty flagon from him when Lilara came down with a rolled up map and plopped it down at their table explaining where the tribe was and some of the dangers in Ork fighting.


"Red for the lady, as for the shield thing I don't use one so maybe that's a plus? Well if it's any relief to you I can promise I won't die easy," Connor was a getting nervous the more she talked though so he scratched his neck and made way to the bar.


"Another round of whiskey, mead and wine if you'd please,"


he plucked his coin purse from his waist again and fished out a few gold coins, half his pouch had been emptied in less than an hour but this job paid well so it was no bother.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Radfor scratched his beard as he looked down the the map.


"According to this map, the camp and the prison are seperate....so that's good that it's not a rescue mission then. It is surrounded by forest as well. That could give us an edge..."

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Lilara has a gold piece ready to pay for her drink, for when Connor comes back. "It's only fair, after all." She would say to him. "But if your plan is to go fighting Orcs in light armor and no shield... stay far away, or don't get hit."


Lilara nods her head. "Aye... but the camp is in our path. All of the other area around it is either cliff, or impassable jungle. We have to go back the main camp, and through their territory." Lilara explains, tracing her finger along the path. Down to the ancient Vineyard, right to the camp, down near the ruined temple, then to the left to the prison. "Likely, we'll experience resistance much of the way once we're in the territory."


(Psst, Orc not Ork. This ain't Warhammer 40k )

 

[Dendyne]

Connor put down his gold pieces beside the emptied flagon and bottle then turned around to face the group at the table,


"Noted and appreciated, I'll pick my strikes and keep constant movement."


His haze drifted upward again as he took in the battle plan, not being able to see the map he couldn't object but this quest was sounding more and more harrowing the more he learned.


"If it was a glacier I'd be a lot more help but as is have faith in my spear and spell, I can probably get close enough to cast Creeping Cold without them noticing."


((Lol whoops!))

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

"Worry not about your personal prowess... We will work as a team, and make up for any short-comings we may have. Typically, I lead the party, simply because every body enjoys having the one with a shield in front of them." Liara says with a smile and a chuckle. She leans back in her seat, taking a relaxed pose.


Lilara runs a hand through her hair. "If it helps any, I'm certain the quest will be a sucess and everyone will walk away stronger than they had been." She says, in a reassuring way. She hopes so, at least.


"So what does that make you, some sort of Ice Savant sorcerer?" Lilara asks, without a care for being delicate about the question.

 

[Dendyne]

Connor couldn't stifle a laugh at her candor,


"Sounds good to me I suppose, I won't let you down then," he was nervous knowing partly the dangers of this undertaking but at the same time had a growing reassurance in not only his own abilities but that of his companions too.


"Not quite," he chuckled again half wishing that were true, "I was taken in by a sect of Winter Druids of the Circle of Seasons as an infant and I took to their teaching quite well if I might say so," Connor looked Lilara over trying to guess what she might be,


"You're a cleric or a fighter then? stalwart shields and devasting mace blows right?"

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

"I don't doubt that one bit. But this has been the first I've heard about a Tiefling who uses magic... and isn't a sorcerer or warlock. I've met a small number of your kind, and read up on others in general for uh... Well, just to understand what a tiefling is." She admits honestly. Liara continues on, "But either way, I always had them figured as bloodline casters, or dark-art masters. Not the in-tune with nature druids." Liara cups her hand in her chin, and glances to the dwarf. Must be quite a fan of Larforen's cooking she thinks, judging by the state of his plate. Attention back to Connor. "Then again, I'm just a young human, born to a farming town." She says with an exaggerated sigh and a smile. She Liara seems to have a strange sort of... force of personality, the best way to say it. It's easy to trust what she says.

 

[Dendyne]

"I didn't realize I was an oddity, we're a little quite off in our corner of the realm," Connor smirked swelling with a small sense of pride for his uniqueness,


"Well i've only met a handful in my travels and none recently but from what I can gather we're the sort with a chip on our collective shoulders, that'll take the focus off frolicking in a field for sure," He shrugged as he spoke, "Likewise I don't know much about where I came from, I was the last member of an abandoned village so these druids came and picked me up.. Raised me very well for what they had and treated me like kin so i've always respected their beliefs and strived to make them my own," he spoke honestly as he had a habit of doing, almost to a fault.


"A farm girl? Well i'd hate to see the coyotes that stalked your chickens," Connor chuckled but saw no reason to doubt her then turned to see what was taking so long for the drinks only to find a full pitcher, bottle of whiskey and bottle of red wine sitting where his gold coins had rested.


"Do we strike at dawn to catch them sleepy or at dusk to go by cover of night?" He asked while picking up the whiskey in one hand the wine in other while sliding his ring and pinky fingers through the handle of the flagon, he walked back to the table careful not to spill and placed the drinks below the map.


"Keep your gold Lilara, the next round is on one of you though," he said taking his bottle to his lips.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

"That's fair enough." Liara says with a shrug of her shoulders, taking the coin back and putting it in her pocket.. She'd listened intently to Connor's retelling of his early life. It sounded reasonable enough. She would still be keeping an eye on the Tiefling, even if it were a half-hearted watch. Liara takes a sip of her wine. "We leave in the morning. Attacking Orcs at knight would be... disadvantageous. For myself at least. I know dwarves and tieflings posses low or dark-light vision... but I myself, do not. Ah, the woes of being just a human." She jokes. She knows, and embraces fully the concept of humanity's strength through it's sheer potential and quickness of learning. "So, the morning when I can actually see what I'm swinging at!"

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

The night had come and gone, the party retiring to their inn rooms to sleep it away. They had their plan, however simple it may be, and they had their quest. To save a supposedly important noble from the clutches of an Orc tribe. Their reward, the glory and honor of the rescue, and the hefty amount of gold the Orc's demanded as ransom.


Lilara rises early. As she's to be leading a group of people, she must make sure all is ready for them. She makes several stops around the city, to refill her stock of healing potions, buy an extra length of rope, just in case it's needed and other such supplies needed for the quest. Lilara figures that it'll take the rest of the day, and perhaps in to the next day to complete their quest. When at last she would come back to the inn, dawn had still not risen but some people were groggily coming to and from the inn. Lilara takes the time to put on her suit of Paladin's armor, a set of silver plate armor, with the typical enchantments. Her sword sheathed and shield strapped to her back. A far different look to her, than wearing a dress.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

(Whoops! Sorry, I didn't receive any notifications.)


Radfor stepped out of the inn groggily, yawning a great big yawn as he scratched his big red beard. He had been so tired last night, he went to be in his armor. Nothing new, though; he liked his his Malachite armor too much to take it off sometimes. It's pale green hues appealed to him greatly.


He went into the harbor town and collected a few things; some game to eat, a rope, and a potion or two. Just the bare essentials; he didn't expect this to take too long. He collected all his things and put his helmet back on, sighing as he did so. He hefted his Greataxe over his shoulder and made his way to the entrance of town to wait for his comrades.

 

[Dendyne]

((I'M AWAKE!))


Connor spent the night deciding which spells he should have prepared and rolling around trying to work off the building nervous energy he had, by the time light began to pour into his room at the inn he had given up on falling asleep entirely and so gathered his belongings, cloak and spear then crept downstairs as quietly as he could trying not to disturb any other sleeping patrons before heading out into the street.


He went to several shops purchasing a meager amount of dried meat in case there was nothing to hunt outside the city, unlikely but he'd rather have something to eat if it came down to it and a flask of stone whiskey should they need to disinfect a wound, numb pain and well celebrate victory along with a mid-sized bottle of oil for a lantern.


Connor made his way to the mouth of the town to see Radfor already waiting for him,


"Morning Brocksforde, I trust you're ready for what's to come?" he called out as he crossed the distance between them.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

(Whoops, silly Lilara forgot to mention the meeting point was at the tavern. Totally the characters fault, not mine )


The last to arrive is Lilara, in full battle regalia. She seems to have a different way she carries herself in that armor. Taller, more proud and noble. Her pack is mainly laden down with potions; she bought extras for her party members. It never hurts anybody to have too many potions. "I trust everybody slept well?" Liara asks as she strides up to the dwarf and the tiefling. Her seal of Tyr necklace is on full display, as well as the same symbol, larger on the shield on her back.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

"You bet, lad! This ain't my first scrap!"


He waved the boy over, stretching as he did so. The Greataxe on his shoulder clanged as his arm moved.

 

[Dendyne]

Connor gave Radfor a wide toothy grin as he pulled back the hood on his cloak shaking his hair out a bit, Lilara now in full, gleaming armor and a shield adorned with the symbol of Tyr walked up in a confident stride.


"Well enough, I'm awake and i'm ready for the worst they can throw at us.. I think," Connor rested the butt of his spear into the street and resting it against his shoulder he spoke,


"By your lead, oh humble farm girl," Connor swung his free arm out towards the entrance of the city.

 

[Radazart Teh Gr8]

(Back again, at last! )


As the group is discussing, the taverndoor opens and Ouranos' hulking figure comes stepping outside. He had spent all of the night quietly sitting in the tavern, ever vigilant. After all, sleep wasn't something he needed as a construct. A good oiling, yes, but there were times for that aswell. Equipped with his dual blades, he makes for a striking figure, and with the same deep mechanical voice he greets the party "Greetings. Master Barthelmor had no new or urgent quests, so I am joining you Lady Lilara and good sirs Connor and Brocksforde. Is my presence during your quest desirable?" he asks as he looks down on the group with the steel gaze of his visor.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Party 1 (adding this since we're probably about to get a bunch of people joining in, and they may not be able to join the group easily.)


"Confidence in yourself, and you allies is always needed before a quest begins. If you consider failure too heavily, it will undoubtedly come to you. But 'ware the danger of thinking yourself unassailable, every enemy we face will be dangerous to an extent. Keep temperance close to your heart, and confidence in moderation." Her short speech was directed at the two new members of the guild. She wasn't sure of their outside experience, the druid to a lesser extent. He had after all, freely admitted his combat inexperience. But the skills of a druid will no doubt be helpful in a wilderness. Perhaps I'll not even need to perform a miracle with a druid about Lilara things, with a smile on her face. She often takes new guild-members out on their first quest, for the power to bring someone back from the very edge of death is invaluable.


"Your presence is always desirable, Ouranos." Lilara shortly laughs, with a slight smile. The constructs mannerisms, or lack thereof, always amused the Paladin. "Most time, I need not even ask... but are you prepared to go on this quest?" She asks, with a hand placed on her armored hip. Every now and again, she'd take up a quest with Ouranos. His preparations were always minimal, if anything was needed at all.


Once she has her answer, Lilara leads the party in to the Cerulean hills, their quest truly beginning to find and save Dalsamera, the noblewoman and her dignitary procession.