[Game Thread] Echoes: Chapter 1

[Dusdane]

The guard leader grumbles as his horse slowly trots forward. He looks to Ranz, takes a deep breath, and begins to speak confidently, so that every can hear him. "Well, I guess I could use a little more support up ahead. Your all welcome, aslong as you dont get in the damn way." He trots forward then, moving towards the southern exit of the town, where the road disappears into dense forest. The two other guards seem rather annoyed to have random folk following them, but they continue on, not wanting to argue with their superiors.

Back at the bar, a man brushes up against up against Jai. Instantly, as he physically brushes up against you, a short, hard pain strikes the center of your brain. Its rather quick, but brings with it a message. As soon as the physical touch hits you, the man that walked past is gone, leaving nothing but a shadow.

[Jai]

Looking quickly around, trying to ascertain the source of the message, Jinx bites her lip for a moment of unresolve before running out the door. With a dubious look at some of the group of hangers-on, Jinx fetches Genevieve. Slipping onto the glossy chestnut Arabian, she swears internally. Rule 18: Always help a good soldier...and these guys would need the help if half the brawlers and that cheeky gnome were going to follow. Not to mention that halfling. Something about him just doesn't sit right.... Dangerous indeed. With a soft whisper to Genevieve, she coaxes her to a steady gallop to catch up with the guards.

[Grengor]

Excellent. Always better to travel in groups!

With little else to do, Fredrick follows the convoy of brawlers and guards to the nearby woods.

[Roshti]

Oddwin puts away his books and turns around on the mule, riding backwards. He sees the inquiring tall woman and the scaly yellow purple spell man following them and lays down on his stomach with his head propped on his hands and elbows on the mule's haunches. He gives a full close eyed smile and waves at the two of them.

"Why hello, lady. What may your name be?" As the woman catches up, he begins to knock his boots together. His balance on the small animal seemed uncanny, nearly magical. He perks up a bit more (given the possibility) at the sight of the sorcerer.

"Freddy! I hope all your purple went well."

[Jai]

Forcefully reminding herself of rule 32 (Don't judge a man by first impressions), Jinx manages a smile and introduces herself. Jinx Johanssen. And you, sir gnome?

[Beez]

Dragar walks up to the group of people around the mules. "Since we all seem to be introducing ourselves, I'm Dragar." He stretches, and motions toward the tavern. "A good fight is always the right way to start off a day. That back there wasn't much, but it's good enough, and I reckon by the looks of things that we're headed to a nice battle soon anyhow."

[Roshti]

Turning over on his back, Oddwin continues to smile.

"My name is Oddy -er- Oddwin..." His smile disappears quickly for a few moments along with his focus and is adorned again just as quickly as it left. "Oddwin is my name, call me the thing I mentioned first and I would have to turn Freddy over there into my own batch of purple." He giggles at the thought, wondering just how much the yellow man may like that, given his love of purple already.

"You're joining us to the Nearby Forest? To visit the Old Mage? Who is visiting the Nearby Dryads in the Nearby Forest? I don't think it is far off now." He leans up a bit to study the others in the group and giggle a second before laying back down and tipping his head back to look at Jinx again.

[Esoteric Sleeper]

Grickquai Sol

Grick kicks his horse to pick up the pace, passing the smaller folk so that he can ride closer to the soldiers and

Dice Roll:

d20-1

(16)-1

Total = 15

listen in on the soldier's conversation.

[Roshti]

With an amused smirk at the determined greenish man, Oddwin giggles shortly and looks to the man who introduced himself.

"Hello there, kind, kind man." He is now riding backward again on the borrowed and probably extremely weary mule. "I am Oddwin. Though you know that. Might you be a man of the undead? Perhaps a Necromancer? Oh wait no!" He laughs for a moment and claps his hands together which sends colorful little sparks in the air. "You're a Monk right? The quiet resolve says it all."

[Jester Xero]

Scratch Stands up on his Mules (It's actually big enough for him to walk on at a walk without falling off) and bows politely to all in attendance, declaring heartily and with great cheer:

"And I, fellow travelers, am Scratch Sycamore!"

He threw what appeared to be some shiny stones into the air, but on close inspection turned out to be circular pieces of glass. The effect was generally sparkles.

"Halfling Horseman and aspiring Fighter! I'm a bit green, but my precision is sure to come in handy, really!"

He waves his arms over his head and gestures as he talks. He eventually does a little hop and lands back in the saddle, lookin' a little goofy. The hidden blades and poisons he had were comforting in that if he couldn't outfight an opponent, he could be as dirty as a sewer rat on taco tuesdays. His mule let out a loud baying as if on cue, and Scratch smiled. The mule was possibly one of the few things in the world he cared about at all. But that Baby Girl was a b!tch, and he ony kept her around because Jack seemed to like her. Nah, in all seriousness they were a nice little trio.

If the mule could talk it'd be warning people about the hidden blades in the soles of Scratch's shoes, and how he rarely ever accompanied a group and didn't sell all their gear later...

[OodSigma]

" 'ey, what's the deal wit everyone bein' on an 'orse? What ever happened to good ol' fashion walkin'? Kids t'es days." Ranz musses to the air allowing his native accent to pour through. Looking around to everyone in the area he is quite confused and surprised by the arrival of so many newcomers. Were did all these people come from? He ponders wide eyed. Just pretend they are not here and they will go away...wait a tick, that girl is wearing dawrven dress...curious. "Why I'm glad you asked, my name is Ranzmut Gerbert Glimgel Klemrick Olffnab...I could go on but you get the idea." he states knowing full well she was not addressing him but taking the vagueness of the term "gnome" to his full advantage."If I may you're clothing is quite interesting, certainly Dwarven work no?"

[Beez]

Dragar draws himself up. "why, yes. Monk, martial artist, ki master, whichever you prefer. I'm just a traveling man, ever looking for a challenging fight. I've yet to find one, but each win makes me that much stronger. Losing's not so bad, either. You know what they say about losing and lessons. And you would be a party entertainer, yes? I've seen others like you stop in my hometown a few times. Good tricks, those are."

[Jai]

The smile she bestows on Ranz is far more genuine. Indeed and well-spotted, Ranzmut. It's the work of my mentor, Fionn Stonemason of the Willowdale Guard. She says it with no small pride, as if claiming it the work of Garl Glittergold himself. Though Willowdale is a decent-sized town, and it's guard has a good reputation, it would be rare for anyone outside the town to know the name Stonemason.

I witnessed your work in the shenanigans at the tavern. Quite clever, diffusing the situation like that.

OOC Are we all riding, as I thought, or are we mostly not? If Ranz is odd-man-out not riding, I'd offer him a lift, but if I'm the odd one, I'd dismount.

[Roshti]

Oddwin stares intently at the other gnome in the party. A finger explores the air in front of him though his eyes stay where they're at. It looks as if he is drawing something very slowly into nothing.

"Ranzmut... Olffnab... Do I?... No no, how silly. Not all gnomes know each other." He looks back at the monk once he speaks and blinks a few times.

"Mr. Monk," He has already forgotten the man's name. "Do you like nicknames? Because I sure do. I have always had this dream of having a monk for a friend. Would you happen to wonder why?"

[OodSigma]

"So you can call him Punch?"