Lucius Cypher

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

DOMIC ROCKERSTAR HATCHETMAN

"Dead or alive, ought to find and bring em in. Short of them being eaten by wild life I'm sure their folks would appreciate having something to bury." Domic says somewhat morosely. He's seen a lot of frozen corpses back on his day, in the city no less. Folks who just didn't have the fortune to be indoors when a cold snap came through. Domic has felt the chill too and he wouldnt want to wish that fate on anyone but the most vilest of bastards. "Aside from Ice Flows anything else we ought to look out for? I'm new to this area so I don't know what's local. Wolves I'd imagine, but anything else?"

Conquest of Caldaria

"Rhodok Republic. Small village in the mountains." Malkus says as he figures that you didn't want to talk too much about your experience. At least his suspicions were true. "Been years since I've been there though. Don't even remember what it's called anymore. So I've been a mercenary instead, though that's mostly just guarding caravans. Works easy enough I suppose. Get to travel a lot and with a competent caravan master the trip usually isn't too risky. This whole... Incident with Esur, that's Bagai's brother by the way, is certainly a change of pace." Malkus finishes writing in his journal before putting the boot away into a pouch on his belt. From how snug it fit, it seemed like the pouch was specifically for his journal. "What about you? Where was your home? You don't look Swadian, and I'm guessing you're not Vaegir otherwise you would've ran back to your hometown. Nordic?"

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

DOMIC ROCKERSTAR HATCHETMAN

"Good to know, good to know! As I've said like three times, I'm Domic Rockerstar Hatchetman. Made up most of those names myself! Honestly, I know most people think gnomes are tinkers and mages, but I ain't really got a talent for that sort of thing. What I can do is take my axe and chop down some bigots down to size. Any trouble that needs muscle, you can trust me to stick in and start swinging. Now then!" Domic downs his drink in one go, looking to the gathered group. "Looks like we're going to miss the missus once we head over, so maybe we ought to get one more extra arm for this job. Missing people usually means something big and nasty getting to em, so we could use an extra blade to hack it. Don't suppose anyone in here wants a job?" Domic asked the loud part loudly after he finishes his drink.

Conquest of Caldaria

The orc looked to be writing something down when he saw you approach. He closed his journal and looked up to you with a small smile and a nod. "Malkus. Bagai is always getting my name wrong." Malkus takes a drink from his flagon and examines you closely. As if sizing you up. "You seem nervous. From your dishevel look and lack of supplies... You're a runaway. Who captured you? Nords? or Vaegir?" From the look of him, Malkus seems to have seen many roads. His hands were rough, almost gnarled, and though he wore a mask you could see faint cuts and scars on his face. His hair was in long braids, a style not to dissimilar to what some nords wear when their hair gets long. His attire however looked Rhodok: the styling of his pants, boots, and tunic weren't anything local, and they almost looked fancy, though from the stitches and patches it's obvious that Malkus' outfit has been through a lot. Unlike before he doesn't seem to have any weapons or armor with him, not even a dagger.

Frozen Darkness

"Way ahead of ya." Donny motioned towards a wire set up above the door. It was rigged that all it'll take is for a slip of the knot for it to fall, and Donny had already rigged an unlit firebomb to it. "Bet you recognize what this is. Just gotta light it up and run, flame will cut the string and drop the bomb, letting us be no where nearby once it goes off. Used a lot of these traps escaping my old colony." Donny stuffed whatever he could into his bag and clothes, though he's already taken most of what he could. The only thing he left behind were assorted bongs and pipes: while they might fetch a nice price at Underhaven they were far too bulky to even leave strapped to the bags, and Donny didn't have time to dismantle them into a compact form. Once everything of worth was gathered, Donny lit the firebomb and ran towards the door. "We got like twenty seconds before that thing drops. Let's be no where near when it blows!"

Frozen Darkness

Oi vey, I thought I had posted here a week ago! I'll get something up after work today.

Conquest of Caldaria

It was unfortunately uneventful for the rest of your night. The most I retesting thing was people getting a bit too rowdy, dancing and singing loud enough that the innkeeper had to kick out the drunks, but nothing major. Malakaus came down and had himself dinner as well, singing along with the innkeeper minstrel to some poem about life in the Veiger north and the beasts there. He didn't seem to notice you, or perhaps he was ignoring you. Either way it was getting late with most of the patrons going home or to their room. Soon it was just Malakaus, the innkeeper, and you left.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

I'm down to continue clowning. I think we more or less have a plan of action, so we're just getting to know one another IC.

Conquest of Caldaria

"Of course. I'm thankful that you'll help. Honestly, if I hadn't found help soon I might've left to save him myself, and likely would've just ended up bleeding out in the woods somewhere. Here, take this." Bagai hands you a pouch of coins. 100 Denarius. "I don't expect you to do this out of the goodness of your heart, so here is some payment. Use it to buy whatever you need. Food, room, maybe some equipment. When you're ready just come see me here. I won't be going with you since I need to follow up with some leads here, but Malakaus can go with you." Bagai motions to the orc. He nods quietly, opening the door for you. "It's late now so go ahead and rest. Tomorrow we can discuss more about what to do. I can only hope that we aren't going to be too late."

Conquest of Caldaria

The two would lead you to an inn, which seemed fairly busy. Lots of drinking and merriment here you'd almost forget that thus place was barely a hundred feet away from a violent assault. The kherjit man takes you to his room, with the orc staying near the door looking out into the hall. After a few minutes he looked to the kherjit and nods. Then the man looks to you.

"My name is Bagai, I am a merchant and Craftsman of the Laspada caravan. We've always had brigands in the hills, driven to banditry by war, debt, or love of violence. Recently, however, they've been getting bolder -- leaving their camps in the wild and venturing into town, looking for unwary prey. The watch commander tell us it's because of all the fighting on the frontiers -- fewer men to keep an eye on the streets -- but I'm not sure what to make of that. It seems to me that the most logical explanation is that these bandits have an ally inside the walls, who helps them enter unnoticed and helps them identify particularly tempting targets... Yesterday, you see, they took my brother."

Bagai takes out a flask of wine and see bread from his pack, setting them down onto the table before you. He pours himself a cup and breaks some bread to share with you. Unlike your hard tact in your rations, this bread was fresh, fluffy, with a hint of nutty sweetness. "My brother and I was staying here to do some work for the Merchants Guild. Pay was well enough but he was restless and wanted something more exciting. So he started fighting in the arena, trying to be the last man standing. Eventually, he succeeded and earned himself a tidy purse of silver. However a fool and his money was soon parted. Went to the tavern and brought drinks, boasting about his wealth. Drunk and wounded he left the tavern before I could find him and... He was kidnapped. Right in front of me. They managed to smuggle him out of the city before I could go get help. I've no doubt they intend to send me a ransom soon, which I don't intend to pay."

Bagai looked to you, fingers clasped as he looks to to you directly. "So here's my proposition. You look like you've had a bit of experience with a blade -- and more importantly, you must have a bit of fire in your belly, or you would've kneeled over once that thug showed up. So here's what I'm asking you to do: track down these bandits to their liar, teach them a lesson they won't forget, and get my brother back safe. Naturally, you shall not be going alone. In return, you'll earn my lasting gratitude and a bit of silver. What do you say?"