Bramble Butterfoot, Halfling Ranger Level 1
Calix, Human Cleric Level 1
Sarhan Soth, Gnome Thief Level 1
Rathman, Elf Magic-User Level 1
Gault, Human Fighter 1
Gault, Human Fighter Level 1
Alignment: Guardedly Neutral. Hit Points: 24/24 Body Points: 20/20 Experience Points: 5 Experience Base: 20
Stats: STR 16 (+2); DEX 13 (+1); MIND 11; CHA 13 (+1)
Saves: FORT +8; REFLEX +5 WILL +4; PRESENCE +5
Armor Class 15 (heavy shield, leather armor, dex bonus); Throwing Axe +3 to hit, 1d6+1 dmg; Spear +4 to hit, 1d6+3 dmg
Current Money: 5gp
Monday, December 26, 2011
A Call to Arms
IC: The Lord Warden Markelhay furrows his brow at the news of slaughtered halflings, so close to Fallcrest.
"This is a foul day indeed," he says.
The rumors of gnoll attacks spread around the tavern swiftly. The good folk of Fallcrest are fearful now, and there are calls for action.
"Something must be done! These monsters cannot be allowed to freely roam our lands."
"Surely, some demon is spurring them on! They have never been so brash as they are now."
"And organized too! Goblins used to attack in hordes, and now they launch themselves into our city?"
As the talk grows louder and the people of Fallcrest more and more worked up, the Lord Warden excuses himself for a moment. Many people have returned to the Market Square now, for news, for safety in numbers, to console their grieving friends.
Markelhay steps up onto the stage that had so recently been showcasing Fallcrest's talented musicians.
"People of Fallcrest," he says, immediately commanding the attention of the crowd, "we are under attack. This is the third direct assault on our township by goblins in as many months. There are reports of gnoll attacks just north of here. We must drive these creatures back to the hell from whence they came!"
Cheers go up at the show of bravado.
"We cannot leave our walls unprotected, however. Long ago, a small group of heroic individuals, from many different walks of life, came together in the face of monstrous aggression such as this, and won for the peaceful folk of the Nentir Vale a peace that lasted generations," the Lord Warden said, invoking a local legend of the end of the Horde War.
"Some force is spurring these creatures to ever more brazen attacks. We must root it out and destroy it. We need brave souls, now more than ever, to enter the belly of the beast and root out the evil there. Who among you is brave enough? Strong enough? Smart enough? Step forward! Now is the time for heroes, more than ever!"
The crowd falls silent, and the people look around at each other. They have families, farms, businesses. They are scared. Surely, someone else will do this dirty work, right?