The Champions of the Hags, and explorers of the Caves of Chaos. Gather once again at the Taven around a table. The mood of the Keep is noticeably happier now that the looming nightmare Hags have been vanquished. Sora, the young sorcerous decides to take the Castellan up on his offer to join his household there she will be able to learn and master her powers. While given the freedom to help those in the immediate area.

Gryphon introduced the group to Khaaven a fellow bounty hunter and bid the group farewell. Khaaven, asked to join, lending his services where needed.

After a few days in the Keep, a Caravan set up on the outskirts bringing Trade and festivities to the area. This Trade was well needed, and well-timed for the Champions as it will most likely supply them with provisions the Keep could not otherwise provide.

And so here the group is discussing their Northern expedition, a new companion, and soon to be another new companion.

What do you do?
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"For the last time Alekos, we don't need any elephants! They're loud, smelly, and if we have to trek through a dense forest, they're going to get stuck..." Fenrick was beyond irritated discussing the point by now, though he knew it was likely a lost battle anyways.

He had presented his list of items that he felt every person would need individually, as well as some items that he thought might be useful and some that should be split by the group. (OOC see the preparing post for my list).  Once they had decided on some of the possible items, Fenrick was ready to purchase them

It felt like they had been going round in circles for days trying to figure out what exactly they needed, and more important, where they were going.  Fenrick was simply ready to make a decision and move on.  He was antsy to do something, anything, whether it dealt with the fire giants, or just a quick job to make some more gold.
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The robed figure looked on as tbe caravan, the only people she had gained acceptance from in a very long time, milled around, doing what they did best. Sora was now used to their routine, having travelled a long way with them. She kept out of their way, only helping now when asked.

The six foot tall figure, totally obscured by her grey hooded robe, looked more like a a spectral figure than a person, but she had learnt that in towns, hiding her features sometimes was easier than the alternative...dragonborn were rare here and seen with a little fear and suspicion

...a black one moreso.

She took comfort in the robe she wore, once a symbol of past deeds in her family, now to her a symbol of her faith and redemption. The embroded symbol on the back was not seen often, but most knew of the god of the dead, Kelemvor. Because of this, some people avoided Sora (another advantage of hiding her heritage).

The woman walked amongst the now quickly building market camp of the caravan. A boisterous wave from Alstadin and his twin sister Katala, the dwarven merchant smiths waved. Sora nodded her hooded head, and they both chuckled, knowing well the dragonborns hesitations. She looked at the human Kerrick, master of all beasts, with his staff. Making up the majority of the caravan, he sold all sorts of wildlife and animals, from beasts of burden like mules and horses, birds of prey for hunting, even dogs.

She looked at the elven jeweller sereyna, who smiled as she passed.

In truth, Sora had come to be accepted amongst these folks, seeing past her skin to the kind heart beyond, and even made friends.

He came upon the caravan master, a crafty gnome named Snorric, speaking to a human from town....no, a warrior by his look, with some paperwork.

The gnome looked at Sora and smiled  "My lucky charm....please say you've reconsidered my dear and will stay with us!"

The robed figure shook her hooded head. "Sorry master Snorric....but my path led here for a reason. What lays beyond i do not know, but my talents are needed somewhere other than your caravan...besides, your wife is a capable healer, she needs to use her skills."

She looks at Fenrick and bows her hooded head. "My apologies friend for the disruption....I was just bidding Master Snorric farewell before I move on. Perhaps the keep needs a healer of some skill."


<OOC: for now all you see is a robed hooded figure of grey with a simple belt, a dagger, a staff and a small sachel like pack. The embroidered symbol is a set of scales held by a skeletal arm (kelemvors holy symbol)>
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Fenrick was caught off guard, which did not sit well with him.  The discussion regarding the journey had become tedious and all consuming, which can lead to issues if one is unaware.

Thankfully, this did not appear to be a threat, but unexpected nevertheless.

"Hello friend.  I am unaware if the keep requires additional healers.  I know they have a couple of clerics in the keep's temple.  However, my group here will be heading off in search of answers and we would be helped by someone with your talents as we are currently lacking in that position."

He looked over at the rest of the group to see if they had any objections or anything else to add.

The hooded figure slumped her shoulders at tbe news of several clerics in the keep.  In truth she had expected such a place to have a few clerics, but it seemed they had all the healers they needed.

But this human needed a healer, and her skills coukd cover that.

She brought her clawed hands up and drew back her hood, revealing the reptilian form of a dragonborn. Her black scales shined like onyx, making her blue/grey eyes more prominent.

She looked at the man with a reptilian smile. "If you and your friends are in need of a healer, then I can help. My name is Sora, faithful of Kelemvor."