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jamescox75
Jun 16, 2021
In Roleplay
An account from Taurax. Three days had passed since we had arrived back at the Wild Thorn Tavern since killing the foul beast. I was losing hope until that night when a tall figure draped in a heavy fur coat entered the tavern flanked on each side by Alfs that were eagle eyed and on edge. Over the past days there had been cheering, slapping on the backs and many free refills of ale, gifts, food and even some daughters being offered for marriage. However on the third day it went quiet, hushed tones and when I came down the stairs to the common room of the Inn, yesterday's friends sunk into the shadows and looked at anything but me. That night the bard, Medirra and I decided it was time to part ways on the following day. This Inn had left us with no hope or direction as to where next...a hollow dead-end . And for some reason our hospitality had also dried up, some word or force had made the locals cold to our presence. It was while we were having this discussion together while picking at a plate of bread and meats that the door to the inn was flung open and our destiny entered the room. As the tall figure walked straight towards the table with not a care of the effect they had on others or what was around him, Madeira hand slid to her dagger. “Steady your hand” I hissed. We were at a disadvantage, two of his companions already had the room covered and his 3 long steps reached our table quicker than any normal man. He grabbed a nearby seat some local was sitting on and pulled it from under him like a magician for a kids party would pull a tablecloth from under cups and plates. Without a care he adjusted his huge bow and sat down. The candle light reflected on blue, magical-like tattoos across his arms and neck. His eyes held history and knowledge too deep to imagine. When he spoke it was with a tongue of coarseness yet beauty that played with the inflections of vowels making it horrid yet captivating at the same time. “I will say this once and then leave”. He took a piece of bread, bit it then chewed…..there was silence. “My name is Braem Stornos and I think you might be who I have been looking for. There is a tower, surrounded by a blackness of death and chaos, it wraps its claws around this tower as if trying to strangle the life from it but somehow the tower stands, by what means I do not know. Has this abyss got in the tower, a cancer working its way to the middle, to what it seeks…..I don't know”. “What I do know is that these demons want something in this tower and I believe it might help you in what you seek and most importantly I am the only one that can show you the secret ways to this place of death”.
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jamescox75
Apr 25, 2021
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As you and your fellow adventurers enter the tavern with Allard leading the way, you are hit with the sound of music, the smell of mead, smoke, bread and cooked meat. No one turns as you walk in. Allard leads you to a quiet table in the far end of the tavern and sits down. He explains that the Veridian Hunters are known to spend time here at the Wild Thorn and that you will need to earn their notice. He orders some pints of ale and bread. As you eat and drink you listen to what you can in the tavern, at the table next to you they are talking of a monster caught in the nearby forest by another monster. They say that all through the last two days roaring has been heard echoing from the depths and that anybody foolish enough to go near hasn't came back... Allard, looks to you and nods; "Maybe an opportunity to earn some attention?"
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jamescox75
Apr 19, 2021
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The heroes of Ghyrskull fought through waves of enraged dryads to escort Alden out of Ghyrskull and onwards to the Wild Thorn tavern and hopefully gain an audience with Braern Stornos of the Veridian Rangers...
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jamescox75
Apr 19, 2021
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I have ended up fighting alongside some potential allies as I came across the ancient fort of Ghyrskull. An Aelf, a half-Aelf, and one of Sigmar's chosen. Together we rescued a man, Alden Aspen, bard of the Living City so he says. He has led us to the Wild Thorn tavern, now I need to find a member of the Veridian Hunters.
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