Its been five years since you and your small group of friends went in search of any evidence of the true gods. Tonight you are all scheduled to return home and share what you were each able to find.

It has been a long five years. You hope they were luckier than you were.

As winter approached, the weather is cool in the mornings, warmed throughout the day and then dropped again at night making a fire necessary to be comfortable on the road. Full winter was still a few months away and you looked forward to wintering it next to a fire in Solace. The first thing to do would be to find accommodations.

You didnt know how long you might stay in Solace but for the winter at least. Solace was build in the trees of great Vallenwood trees except for the blacksmith shop of Flint Fireforge and a town square which was the weekly site of the market. Otherwise the population of five hundred lived high above the road connected by rope bridges.

For five years they had been apart, all in search of evidence of the old gods. They would all be coming together tonight on the first evening of the fall harvest. The others -  Ocelot, Solara, Tarkin, and the Kender Tarlin you hoped would be there this evening as scheduled.

Together the companions had served on the town militia until five years ago when they separated to search for any signs of the old gods.

Solace was just a few hours away now and you hoped to reach Solace before the Inn of the Last Home closed for the evening. Thoughts of Otik's spiced potatoes had kept you warm many nights along the road.

In the distance down the road you see flames, of torches and a bonfire in the middle of the road. A score of dark shapes move in the light.

OOC - I need a brief description of what you are wearing and how you are armed. I will be grouping a few of you together as you approach Solace. So I want to allow for some introductions. Please send me a PM with your description. You will see that I have advanced the characters so also provide me an equipment list. You are all finished with your basic careers and have 200 experience points to enter your second career with. Dont post here yet. I will post your description and place you on the field.

In the glare of the fires it becomes clear that a large group of goblins, numbering at least twenty, has attacked a caravan looting and setting the carts ablaze. Some of the goblins are set to butchering the animals while other ravage and brutalize the captives.

The leader of the group, a huge hobgoblin sits astride a pony barking orders in dark tongue.

OOC - I will be grouping the characters together and describing exactly how you will be arriving at the scene.
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Two travellers did gaze at the goblinoid brutality that was ravaging the helpless travellers. They stood away from the flames, unable to help, afraid of revealing themselves.

Two horses, one with two riders and the other single, rounds the bend in the road and stop short.  They watch in horror the fate of the caravan.

The two travelers waited quietly and patiently, out of sight of the savage goblins.

A short figure, looking rather like a child, sits behind one of the riders. He shifted to bring one leg over, about to leap down from the horse.


OOC: Let me know if the private tag is correct, it's been a while since I have used it.

The tall man held his hand palm down towards his companion ushering him to remain calm and quiet. Then his gaze fell at the three riders.
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The goblins speak in their foul tongue to the hobgoblin rider, clearly they are looking for something among the piles of loot from the caravan.

The apparent commander of the creatures barks back in common. "Bring staffs you find to me. Collect prisoners for our larder. Our troops march south and they will be hungry when they arrive! Slaughter those who resist."

Several caravan guards are hauled forward and the goblins begin the work of carving the captives into easily carriable portions.


OOC - Technically the two groups can not see each other. The fire makes seeing anything outside the circle of light almost impossible to see. Thus the modification to one of the character posts.
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A young woman holds the reins of one of the steeds, looking upon the events going on ahead with growing distaste.  With a gesture, she pulls the hood of her coat up, the jingle of the mail sewn within audible to those around her.
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Ocelot nods to Solara and Tarlin as he unslings his bow and strings it with practiced ease.
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