Along the way, and during the story, Zin noticed shadows, and chittering off to the sides. As Tibor's story continued, she spoke in Elvish for those who can understand her, while unsheathing her rapier in preparation, "We're being followed. Stay on guard," She hoped that her rapier would let Tibor and Azra know that something is up, despite that they probably didn't understand her Elvish. She hoped their pursuers wouldn't understand the language.
Normally she would have applauded and listened to Tibor's story intently, but now that she was aware of another audience, she was now on guard.
The ambush made itself apparent when they turned a corner on the road, and saw...Gundren's horses. And they were clearly shot with arrows. But where was Gundren and his friend? She didn't ask that yet, as she heard that their followers had them surrounded. She warned her friends, with her rapier raised, "It's an ambush! Watch out!"
"You guys need help accompanying a caravan? For ten gold? Count me in!"
Zinlynn's exuberant words and appearance to the man who was hiring must have been quite a shock for him. Not only was she going to get a lot of money, but she was also going to get a change of scenery! She was going to see more of the world outside of Neverwinter. Suffice to say, she got the job, and she met the other hired bodyguards. They were all quite an eclectic group!
When she first met them she introduced herself excitedly,
"So we're gonna be working together! Oh, right! Hi! My name is Zinlynn! You can call me 'Zin' or 'Lynn' if you want to shorten it. If you need me to sneak ahead and scout, or help you get in through locked doors, I'm your Jack of all Trades!"
She did wonder if they were going to split the ten gold among themselves, which would be two gold for each of them, or if they were going to get ten gold each. She hoped that it was going to be the latter. Still, she was practically excited to see Phandelin.
During the journey so far, she would have peppered each member with so many questions. Her curiosity ranged from each ally's home, to what they do now, to their favorite hobbies, colors, food, etc., and much more depending on who she was talking to.
When Ironheart greeted her in Elvish, she brightened even more (if that was possible), and she greeted him back in elvish, "Ah! Well met, Ironheart! Say, were you given the name Ironheart? Or did you come up with it yourself? I came up with the name Zinlynn for myself!"
Whenever she spoke to Nethruel, she would try both Common and Elvish, and she would tone down her cheerfulness if it would help him come out of his shell. She remembered the more shy children in Rose's orphanage and her advice when it came to talking to those who were shy. At least, she thought he was shy. If he wasn't in the mood to talk to her, she'd leave him be and go talk to someone else. But if he wanted to talk to her, then she would happily engage in conversation with him.
When Tibor played his flute, she fell silent for once and listened. When he was done playing, she praised him, "That was beautiful! Where did you learn how to play the flute? Was that tune from your home? Does it have a name?"
Finally, there was Azra. She immediately picked up on the fact that he was the notoriously flirtatious sort. She was able to tell from his posture, the swagger in his steps, the smile, and his speech. That wouldn't discourage her from engaging in conversation, but she would quip at his flirtations.
Right now, it may seem like she is just as relaxed as normal. But, in reality, her senses were on high alert. She kept an eye and ear on her surroundings. If life scraping by on the streets taught her anything, it was to be aware of her surroundings. After all, one would never know when trouble would strike. And they are on a bodyguard job after all.
Traits: My friends know they can rely on me, no matter what. I never pass up a friendly wager.
Ideals: Respect. The thing that keeps a ship together is mutual respect between captain and crew. (Good) Fairness. We all do the work, so we all share in the rewards. (Lawful)
Bonds: I'll always remember my first ship. I'm loyal to my captain first, everything else second.
Flaws: I follow orders, even if I think they're wrong. Once someone questions my courage, I never back down no matter how dangerous the situation.
Cordelia is a beautiful figure with ocean blue eyes when they are not shining with power. Her hands lack callouses. Her fishy features only seem to accentuate her beauty. Her scales gleam in the sunlight like small jewels. Her voice is musical, it is always lilting and bubbling when she showers others with compliments, or simply makes friendly conversation. Her voice can become frightening when she wishes to intimidate, booming like the thunder in a tempest.
She is very optimistic. She is not afraid to take on challenges, within reason of course. She wouldn't face down an ancient dragon by herself. Her nerves are unfortunately not made of steel. She knows how to assert her opinion without being domineering. She finds more value in cooperating with her friends and allies than commanding others. Still, when it comes to major decisions, she'll make her opinion known at the very least. If action needs to be taken immediately, then she'll act. Setbacks will not keep her down for very long. "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again,"
Unfortunately, Cordelia is quite trusting. She is aware that not everyone would help her, and she is working on trying to read people better, but it's not easy. If she finds herself being constantly lied to, she would feel very frustrated, but won't take action. She is very conscientious about following the law and rules. If rules and laws are established, then they're there for a reason. Plus...it feels like she would be going against her own being if she tries to break the rules.
Last, but not least, she is a very kind person. She is empathetic to others, and if someone is in trouble, she is more than willing to try and help. Of course, she won't help with certain tasks like stealing or murder. She likes to try and make the people around her smile through conversation or deed.
Only the DM and I know... Will be revealed during the game. No spoilers. ;)
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Sylvia watched the guards as they looked around the wagon and she saw them take out certain items that escaped hers and Buddy's notice earlier. The ceremonial daggers were the most recognizable. Her eyes widened at the sight of them, and she looked to Buddy. If Sylvia had only been slightly suspicious before, she was doubly suspicious of Seraph now.
Something wasn't right here, and the cult is involved.
When the guards spoke to her and Buddy again, she took in their demeanor and attitude. It was clear that they were professionals who knew what they were doing, and what was going on. They didn't want to involve her in this...for better or for worse.
But still...questions and caution gnawed at her. She would not be surprised if an attack took place here.
She answered the guards, "Understood, Sir,"
She nodded to Buddy as though silently telling him to follow her. She'd walk some distance away, before trying to find a place where she can hide from view and watch what would happen between the guards and Seraph.
LOL. Wouldn't say I'm that clever. But I can definitely sense a multitude of possibilities of what could be happening here. XD
Before I make my post though, I'd like to roll Insight on the guards: Are they just normal guards doing their job, or do they seem to be in on the cultist business (like do they recognize the ceremonial daggers)?
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