((I hope y'all don't mind the title!))
The land was dying.
Alright, that may be putting it a little dramatically. A single village was dying, but it was enough to cause alarm in nearby towns, enough to put it into their minds that it was going to happen to them, too, that they were going to be cut off from their streams, that their wells were going to dry, that the sky would stay barren for weeks, months, on end.
The villagers were desperate, selling whatever trinkets they found around their home, or even someone else's home. Word of the village's peril spread, helped along by the considerable sum offered by a local Baron to the adventurer who was able to reverse the draught by the Baron's advice, who claimed to know exactly how to stop it.
Many consider it impossible, because who can reverse nature? Who thinks they have the authority to challenge the very land they live in and the spirits that control it? Who can-
"Spell." Sevyc said as they focused on the bounty report in front of them, the parchment tacked onto a board among dozens similar to it, offering gold in return for some deed or another. The name of the village was spelled horrible wrong, but it was what one would expect from a town of this size, if one could call it a town. It was too large to be called a village, and it was barely large enough to be called a town.
They had seen themself here a month ago, a dream that had called to them with such power that that they felt as if they needed to be there. Normally, they ignored the dreams and visions, wishing for nothing more than to be rid of the ability, but this time was different. The morning after the dream they had been gone, bag packed for a long journey, crewmates told merely "Give me a few weeks." Somehow, they had made it here unscathed. Here wasn't actually the village that was corrupt by the drought, but the small town the Baron ruled over. For it's size, it was bustling with activity. Sevyc guessed it was because of the reward being offered. How this Baron is able to afford to offer that much is a mystery.
With a sigh they continued to squint at the letter, this time ignoring the horrid errors.
The land was dying.
Alright, that may be putting it a little dramatically. A single village was dying, but it was enough to cause alarm in nearby towns, enough to put it into their minds that it was going to happen to them, too, that they were going to be cut off from their streams, that their wells were going to dry, that the sky would stay barren for weeks, months, on end.
The villagers were desperate, selling whatever trinkets they found around their home, or even someone else's home. Word of the village's peril spread, helped along by the considerable sum offered by a local Baron to the adventurer who was able to reverse the draught by the Baron's advice, who claimed to know exactly how to stop it.
Many consider it impossible, because who can reverse nature? Who thinks they have the authority to challenge the very land they live in and the spirits that control it? Who can-
"Spell." Sevyc said as they focused on the bounty report in front of them, the parchment tacked onto a board among dozens similar to it, offering gold in return for some deed or another. The name of the village was spelled horrible wrong, but it was what one would expect from a town of this size, if one could call it a town. It was too large to be called a village, and it was barely large enough to be called a town.
They had seen themself here a month ago, a dream that had called to them with such power that that they felt as if they needed to be there. Normally, they ignored the dreams and visions, wishing for nothing more than to be rid of the ability, but this time was different. The morning after the dream they had been gone, bag packed for a long journey, crewmates told merely "Give me a few weeks." Somehow, they had made it here unscathed. Here wasn't actually the village that was corrupt by the drought, but the small town the Baron ruled over. For it's size, it was bustling with activity. Sevyc guessed it was because of the reward being offered. How this Baron is able to afford to offer that much is a mystery.
With a sigh they continued to squint at the letter, this time ignoring the horrid errors.
Slowly walking through the dried out village walked Valder, leading his shaggy pony along as he looked around. The armoured Dwarf looked clearly out of place here, judging from the way he was looking around. Possibly this was another adventurer, lured by the large amount of money that was offered up, though it didn't look like he needed it. His armour was quite well taken care of and shiny, as if it was brand new.
"What a dump." Valder complained audibly as he kept walking, headed for the Baron's estate. He didn't even feel like gracing this place's tavern at least once.
"What a dump." Valder complained audibly as he kept walking, headed for the Baron's estate. He didn't even feel like gracing this place's tavern at least once.
((I like the title a lot, actually!))
Rereading the bounty letter for the third time, Karen looked down at her map. The town names were spelled differently, but it seemed close enough to be the one. There was her next adventure. It wasn't her usual fare, but Tri had made it pretty clear that she needed something to write about, and fast. So far, the only real option Karen and Dalia seemed to have was this water thing. Besides, the reward was pretty good, and they had the amulet. No worries about dying of dehydration. If only the spelling was better, even legible, the job would be about perfect. She was in. Time to go meet the baron, she supposed. Better go tell Dalia.
She squeezed past the crowd, bumping into and apologizing quickly to an elf-looking... person, and made her way back to where Dalia was watching the packs. She knew they must be making quite a scene, but she was used to it. Just a normal couple of identical redheads, muttering quietly at one another. They both nodded and, in identical movements, slung their packs onto their shoulders and made their way to the baron's house.
Rereading the bounty letter for the third time, Karen looked down at her map. The town names were spelled differently, but it seemed close enough to be the one. There was her next adventure. It wasn't her usual fare, but Tri had made it pretty clear that she needed something to write about, and fast. So far, the only real option Karen and Dalia seemed to have was this water thing. Besides, the reward was pretty good, and they had the amulet. No worries about dying of dehydration. If only the spelling was better, even legible, the job would be about perfect. She was in. Time to go meet the baron, she supposed. Better go tell Dalia.
She squeezed past the crowd, bumping into and apologizing quickly to an elf-looking... person, and made her way back to where Dalia was watching the packs. She knew they must be making quite a scene, but she was used to it. Just a normal couple of identical redheads, muttering quietly at one another. They both nodded and, in identical movements, slung their packs onto their shoulders and made their way to the baron's house.
Sevyc tried not to glare as a woman pushed against them. People here are mean. They think to themself as they turn away from the poster. No better time than now, right?
As they made their way to the keep, they noticed a few others who seem to be going in the same direction, to the Baron's estate. Looking away, they pointedly decided not to talk to any of them. They weren't here to make friends. They were here to figure out why they needed to be here. Being this close to finding it out was stressful, and stress did awful things to one's mood.
As they made their way to the keep, they noticed a few others who seem to be going in the same direction, to the Baron's estate. Looking away, they pointedly decided not to talk to any of them. They weren't here to make friends. They were here to figure out why they needed to be here. Being this close to finding it out was stressful, and stress did awful things to one's mood.
Having recently come to this new land via a portal, Draken quickly bought a map from a nearby village, and had gone to the town's local bulletin board. After skimming through many of the piled pages on the board, one caught his eye. It seemed that a nearby village was experiencing some kind of drought. Surely he could help with that!
After about an hour of traveling, he had reached the village. Seeing the land as barren and dry, he thought it would be a good idea to summon up his Ever-full Urn, but he didn't know if the people were familiar with Thaumaturgy, or how they would act towards it. He continues down the road to what seems to be the Baron's place.
After about an hour of traveling, he had reached the village. Seeing the land as barren and dry, he thought it would be a good idea to summon up his Ever-full Urn, but he didn't know if the people were familiar with Thaumaturgy, or how they would act towards it. He continues down the road to what seems to be the Baron's place.
((I was waiting to see if anyone else would jump in. Guess not.))
As they came upon the estate, they slowed to take in the view.
It wasn't exactly grand, they didn't think, but it was large enough to obviously be owned by the wealthiest man around. The building was stone, two stories, and it was well kept and clean looking, something Sevyc appreciated. Coming upon the closed gates, they stopped fully. The guards, men who looked barely old enough to be called such, called out to the elf and the small band of people who were now cluttered at the gate.
"What brings you here?" At least, Sevyc hopes that what they said. It was hard to tell around the helmet and accent.
Sevyc said nothing, instead simply holding up the paper with the offer upon it and smiling. They half expected the guards to laugh at them. They were used to it. Being short and, if they admitted it to themself, younger looking, no one really took them seriously until they were forced to prove themself. 'Proving' normally ended up with the other achieving multiple broken bones.
As they came upon the estate, they slowed to take in the view.
It wasn't exactly grand, they didn't think, but it was large enough to obviously be owned by the wealthiest man around. The building was stone, two stories, and it was well kept and clean looking, something Sevyc appreciated. Coming upon the closed gates, they stopped fully. The guards, men who looked barely old enough to be called such, called out to the elf and the small band of people who were now cluttered at the gate.
"What brings you here?" At least, Sevyc hopes that what they said. It was hard to tell around the helmet and accent.
Sevyc said nothing, instead simply holding up the paper with the offer upon it and smiling. They half expected the guards to laugh at them. They were used to it. Being short and, if they admitted it to themself, younger looking, no one really took them seriously until they were forced to prove themself. 'Proving' normally ended up with the other achieving multiple broken bones.
Valder immediately reacted when he got called out as he neared the Baron's estate. He took it upon himself to look at what kind of other adventurers made their way towards the guards, assuming they would also be interested in this mission offered up. He steered his pony in their direction.
Sevyc seemed to be the first to reply to them. Valder dismounted and stood next to them, pointing at the paper they held."That, lad. Why else would anyone bother coming here?" The Dwarf replied dryly."If you could move butts out of my way, I think all of us have business with your lord. And don't even try to frisk me. I am Sir Valder Odanar. I am honourbound as much as the local lord is."
Sevyc seemed to be the first to reply to them. Valder dismounted and stood next to them, pointing at the paper they held."That, lad. Why else would anyone bother coming here?" The Dwarf replied dryly."If you could move butts out of my way, I think all of us have business with your lord. And don't even try to frisk me. I am Sir Valder Odanar. I am honourbound as much as the local lord is."
Karen and Dalia made it to the small group at the front gate, and took note of the others. In particular, the elf she'd bumped into earlier, an armored dwarf and a tall, pale man. At the guard's question, they gave identical smiles and Karen spoke up first. "We're here for the water thing."
Then Dalia followed. "May we see the baron?"
Then Dalia followed. "May we see the baron?"
Sevyc's smile grew as the guards mumbled to one another before finally calling back to whoever ran the gate. The gates began to creak as they swung in, slowly. As the small group passed in to the estate, Sevyc turned and winked at one of the guards, just to be a jerk. It was rather entertaining to see the guard try and decide if he was flattered or offended.
The estate on the inside was just as anticlimactic as the outside, if not worse. It was so boring. At least the company wasn't. The warriors that were walking with him were a rather entertaining bunch. A dwarf, a set of twins, and a man with pale skin. It sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.
Do we even know where we're going? They began to think, just as they came upon the most lavish thing they had seen yet. The doors to the Baron's hall, if they had to guess. The doors were made of a sturdy looking wood, elegant carving in them that Sevyc couldn't help but admire. Other than that, there were no other embellishments, but it was more than anywhere else they had yet to see.
The estate on the inside was just as anticlimactic as the outside, if not worse. It was so boring. At least the company wasn't. The warriors that were walking with him were a rather entertaining bunch. A dwarf, a set of twins, and a man with pale skin. It sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.
Do we even know where we're going? They began to think, just as they came upon the most lavish thing they had seen yet. The doors to the Baron's hall, if they had to guess. The doors were made of a sturdy looking wood, elegant carving in them that Sevyc couldn't help but admire. Other than that, there were no other embellishments, but it was more than anywhere else they had yet to see.
A couple miles away from the drought plagued village, a merchant caravan was attacked and it's goods were destoried and the passengers killed. A rather large knight in black plated armor stood sheathing his blood stain claymore looking down upon the wreckage that he caused. "Hahahaha...with this added activity by the village more are able to fall before my blade" he exclaim. He saw the flier on the ground and he picked it up and looked at it. "Ohhh...with this amount of money a lot mortals will come around...with this event everyday will be my lucky day" he said as he started to chuckle. As he walked into the dense forest he yelled "Let the hunt begin!" He soon disappeared into brush going to the direction of the village.
The Coffeys were... well, underwhelmed. The hall wasn't particularly glamorous, which they supposed was well enough, but still. They considered introducing themselves to the other adventurers around them, though there was a notable lack of women. Well... the elf, maybe. Karen wasn't quite sure whether they were a man or woman, and a quick glance at Dalia said that she didn't know either. Ah well, they'd be able to clear that up soon enough. As soon as the baron gave all the details, like people who think they're in charge love to do.
Sif was already inside of the keep with the sheet of paper in her right hand, waving it around. She seemed to be agitated and annoyed. She was arguing with a guard, who seemed shocked to say the least, and unsure what to do with her. "I'm here to see him, as you very well know!" The guard muttered something about her causing problems every time she showed up. "You're wasting your time on me!" She placed her left arm on her hip impatiently, and swayed a bit to the left. She noticed the other adventurers, but didn't say anything. If only cooled down a little bit. "I have business to attend to, so just let me through and I'll be out of your hair before you know it!" The guard seemed to think about it a bit, but gave her her possessions back, which consisted of a satchel and a beautifully ornamented dagger. After that she turned around and began to walk in the same direction in which the other adventurers were headed. She was an average-height woman, who seemed to be in her late teens early twenties. She was pale, with grey-goldenbrownish eyes and long ivory-black hair. She was very beautiful, but seemed to be in a terrible mood today.
((Hope you had fun on your trip!))
As Valder walked past the guards, he couldn't help but make a joke to the person who had been acting playful with the guards."Elves, am I ri-" He quickly shut up when he noticed they were an Elf as well. Good first impression, Valder.
The inside of the mansion was indeed not much to write home about, which struck the Dwarf as odd. A lot of gold was offered, yet the home of the baron didn't seem like it mirrored the man's riches. But who was he to judge? Back home his mansion wasn't exactly elaborate either. But then again, his family was not the richest of the rich.
As soon as they reached the doors, Valder opened them. He did not stand on ceremony at all, and was rather impatient to meet this man.
As Valder walked past the guards, he couldn't help but make a joke to the person who had been acting playful with the guards."Elves, am I ri-" He quickly shut up when he noticed they were an Elf as well. Good first impression, Valder.
The inside of the mansion was indeed not much to write home about, which struck the Dwarf as odd. A lot of gold was offered, yet the home of the baron didn't seem like it mirrored the man's riches. But who was he to judge? Back home his mansion wasn't exactly elaborate either. But then again, his family was not the richest of the rich.
As soon as they reached the doors, Valder opened them. He did not stand on ceremony at all, and was rather impatient to meet this man.
((I did, though I came home to get slammed with school and work lol))
Sevyc smiled as they watched the woman argue with the guard, then they outright chuckled at the dwarf's comment. "Dwarves, am I right?" They whispered to themself as the party piled into the doors that were so conviently opened.
The room was exactly as espected, and Sevyc was honestly surpised that they were aall able fit in the room. And with room to spare!
The Baron, however, was not expected. He was an attractive older man, a human who looked to be in his forties. His greying beard was well kept, as was the hair atop his head. His eyed, however, were probably the most noticeable of all his features. Not because of the colour, a steel grey almost as bland as his town, yet they demanded attention. This man may not be the wealthiest or highest ranking in the land, but he obviously took his job with the sincerity of a King ruling an antire kingdom.
Sevyc smiled as they watched the woman argue with the guard, then they outright chuckled at the dwarf's comment. "Dwarves, am I right?" They whispered to themself as the party piled into the doors that were so conviently opened.
The room was exactly as espected, and Sevyc was honestly surpised that they were aall able fit in the room. And with room to spare!
The Baron, however, was not expected. He was an attractive older man, a human who looked to be in his forties. His greying beard was well kept, as was the hair atop his head. His eyed, however, were probably the most noticeable of all his features. Not because of the colour, a steel grey almost as bland as his town, yet they demanded attention. This man may not be the wealthiest or highest ranking in the land, but he obviously took his job with the sincerity of a King ruling an antire kingdom.
Nocturnus still in the forest stalked the outskirts of the town but now is able to see the old mansion, from all the adventures had entered. "Hmmm...I'll just wait to see what they will do when they come out" the large black knight thought to himself. Still being able to watch the front door and a few windows, Nocutrunus positioned himself between the trees and the shadows so he wouldn't able to be seen, only his bright red ghostly eyes give his position away. He stood there waiting to seeing the group's next move.
Karen and Dalia moved to opposite sides of the crowd, each getting a good look at the Baron. He definitely had an air of being the man in charge. Something around the eyes, they thought. Only slightly less important was sozing up the group's other potential token female. Seemed like the dangerous type, stealthy kinda person. The ornamental knife really sold it. Not bad. But anyway, they turned their attentions back to the Baron.
Seraphine panted as she rushed from the forest to her quickly nearing destination, her chest heaving in and out in short, quick breaths. She leaned on a tree beside the pathway for a moment to catch her breath. She hoped she wasn't too late or else this trip would have been for nothing! She was sure she would have made it on time or even earlier if she stuck to her schedule, but she just had to help that poor kid who dropped his berries when somebody bumped into him.
"Oh well, now off I go to..." She looked at the piece of paper in her hand, which held the information of this bounty. "... The Baron's house." It was pretty easy to spot out which house was the Baron's since it was the biggest one in this town.
She walked ahead, praying she won't be the last one, but seeing a few more people head to the same direction as she is, she won't be.
She finally reached the front gate, where two guards are standing in front. She explained herself, but the guards looked reluctant to let her in. She frowned at them, trying to convince them. "Hey, I'm being serious here. See, I have a sword, and I know how to use it!" Fairly enough, they let her inside. "You're already a bit late missy, the Baron's already inside, but you can still go in," one of them said. She inwardly groaned. Great, just her luck. She was late. The only thing thing to do know is to be confident and stride in there. So she did.
"Oh well, now off I go to..." She looked at the piece of paper in her hand, which held the information of this bounty. "... The Baron's house." It was pretty easy to spot out which house was the Baron's since it was the biggest one in this town.
She walked ahead, praying she won't be the last one, but seeing a few more people head to the same direction as she is, she won't be.
She finally reached the front gate, where two guards are standing in front. She explained herself, but the guards looked reluctant to let her in. She frowned at them, trying to convince them. "Hey, I'm being serious here. See, I have a sword, and I know how to use it!" Fairly enough, they let her inside. "You're already a bit late missy, the Baron's already inside, but you can still go in," one of them said. She inwardly groaned. Great, just her luck. She was late. The only thing thing to do know is to be confident and stride in there. So she did.
Sif went in along with the others, only slightly surprised about the space in the room. She looked a bit around, fingers grazing the knife in her belt. She had been in the keep before obviously, but never really in here. She never got to talk much to the "man in charge". She looked over her shoulder, when someone entered. When it turned out to be nothing more than another, rather late, adventurer, she turned her attention towards the Baron again. She waited patiently, while leaning slightly against the wall behind her, for the Baron to say something. She didn't like too many eyes on her, so she dragged the hood over her head. She was used to not being seen.
(Sorry for not posting in a bit, life came knockin' at my door again as usual.(I lied. I've been playing portal 2.))
After having moved with all the others to the Baron's hall, or what you could assume to be one, he eyed the baron. Definitely not the richest looking man ever but one could see why he would be in charge. Seeing none of the other people trying to start the conversation about this town's predicament, he thought to himself he might as well start it.
"So, what's this about your town sir? A bad drought or something of that sort?"
After having moved with all the others to the Baron's hall, or what you could assume to be one, he eyed the baron. Definitely not the richest looking man ever but one could see why he would be in charge. Seeing none of the other people trying to start the conversation about this town's predicament, he thought to himself he might as well start it.
"So, what's this about your town sir? A bad drought or something of that sort?"
When Seraphine entered the hall, it was silent, except for a few whispers here and there. The silence was killing her! As she was slowly being driven mad by that unbearable quietness, a voice rang out in the whole room, asking the one question that was in her head, and probably in others too. The remaining whispers quickly stopped. She tried to look for the person owning that voice, and quickly found out as many heads turned to one man, then to the Baron. After all, the paper they were given didn't have that much of an explanation about what exactly the problem is.
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