Another DND Campaign: Heroes of Eskovia!! (DM for Entry!)

[SaphiraBrightscales]

Ilyrana Amastacia | 107 | Female | Wood Elf | Drakewarden Ranger

Ilyrana remains silent while the innkeeper spoke with one of the other patrons, listening with interest while retaining a mostly neutral face. Her green eyes flit over to the other occupants of the common room, noting the visible features of the two that mark them as not human. Even with her attempt at keeping a neutral face, she could not help the frown that formed at the mention of the 'taxes' when it seems like the village has little to nothing to spare as it is if what the girl said about having few eggs true. Her eyes narrow at the mention of them being with a carnival but shows little else as the girl from earlier draws her attention.

Pulling the bowl of vegetable stew closer, Ilyrana remains silent for the moment instead of correcting the two about the fact that she is not in no carnival. She absentmindedly stirs the stew as her attention flicks back to the other nonhumans, curious to their reactions about being in a carnival. For all she knows, the other two could actually be in a carnival. Other than the stirring, the wood elf makes no move to eat it due to her not being the most comfortable inside the inn with the strangers. She had only stopped in to learn is anything new has happened in that area and wasn't the most interested in eating the stew yet, at least until she could figure out if it is safe.

Lowering her gaze back to the bowl, Ilyrana stops the stirring and pushes the bowl back a little while trying to ignore the eyes of the young girl even if the expectancy in them is starting to make her a bit anxious. Her gaze flicks to the door for a heartbeat, wanting to return to the privacy of the woods, but keeps still with a little effort.

[InfectedHau]

Velathraxia Meran||Dragonborn Fighter||Inn|| Tagged: Sabrina, India

Meran perked up at the mention of taxes. Greedy nobles, taking advantage of poor villagers who could barely get by? Sounded like something she should be looking into. She'd heard rumors that Tenebri was squeezing its peasants dry, though she'd admittedly never paid much attention and wasn't quite clear on exactly how. Still, no better way to kick off her legend than by showing those taxmen what was what. A small part of her was worried about the potential diplomatic incident, especially if she was discovered, but she pushed that part down. Nobody knew she'd come this far out, and really, who out here would have heard of any Sekeni nobility? No, she was perfectly safe out here, at least for now. She didn't doubt her family would cast their net wider, eventually, but by that point she'd either be strong or famous enough to stand on her own.

"Afraid the carnival wouldn't take me," the Dragonborn said, breaking out into a toothy grin. "Face like this, they said I'd scare off all the little boys and girls. Shame, too, I've got some pretty good magic tricks." She accepted the stew gratefully, giving the little human a conspiratorial wink. "Bet you wouldn't be scared though, eh? Brave lass like yourself." Meran tucked into her meal with gusto, it had been some time since she'd last had hot food. It was adequate, she supposed, better than travel rations but still nowhere near her usual fare. To be expected, of course, it seemed like these people barely had enough for themselves.

[Loadingconstella]

Whist | 26 | they/them
Tiefling | Totem Warrior Barbarian | Info

AC - 17
HP - 57

20ft Movement

Danger Sense
Rage

Greataxe - 1d8+7/+9
Unarmed strike - 1D4+7

STATS
STR ;; 7
DEX ;; 3
CON ;; 5
INT ;; 2
WIS ;; -1
CHA ;; -1

SKILL PROF
Athletics
Acrobatics
Sleight of Hand
Stealth
Intimidation
Survival

INVENTORY
Great Axe
Rations
5 Gold Pieces

Hearing the news about the taking of pigs and chickens as a form of taxes made their jaw set into place, mulling over the information as they grumbled out the response of: "Haven't been around very long," they then clear their throat to be more clearer, unclenching their jaw, "Keep hiding your wares, they you'll only be sending away your things to rot if you don't."
Whist glanced over their shoulder at the mention of the carnival, clocking the two others at the bar before glancing at the younger one staring at them expectantly.

"No, no circus," They spoke firmly towards Sabrina, before they grimaced a little at their own tone; even though it had been years, family and mentors scoldings had its mark on them and guided them. But the tiefling wanted to be different, begged to be... it just was something that was going to take time, especially as they wrestled with their own troubles.
Whist took a deep breath, sighing slowly before continuing, giving an awkward smile that showed a row of pointed teeth - it was like she was never taught how to smile, over-all however they were a lot softer, "Though, I look like I belong to one, huh?"

Glancing over their shoulder, they listened to the dragonborn speak before giving a response, "You would think that's part of an attraction, no? Haunted houses and the like?" they paused, assessing their stature - there wasn't much to glean from them as they were covered up, but it wasn't that difficult to see that they had strength to them, "Surely you could be apart of a haunted house attraction? or maybe a showing of strength?"

[SaphiraBrightscales]

Ilyrana Amastacia | 107 | Female | Wood Elf | Drakewarden Ranger

She continues to remain quiet for a moment, finally starting to eat the stew after seeing one of the others in the common room also eating it. Ilyrana takes in what the others are saying before finally saying in a soft and slightly musical voice, "I am not in a carnival, whatever that is." Try as she might, the wood elf could not fathom what a carnival is. The missing knowledge is due to the fact she grew up in a very remote village that isn't even on most maps and the fact that once she ventured out, she stuck to the wilderness for the most part.

Her eyes drift in the direction of the child as Ilyrana gives her a small smile before turning her gaze back to the dragonborn and tiefling. She continues to smile as she leans back in her chair, the mostly finished bowl of stew off to the side, finally starting to relax. Turning her head slightly to make sure her pack and bow case is still next to her staff, Ilyrana makes a soft yet vexed noise when her hair falls into her face which results in her gathering it up and quickly yet deftly putting it back into its typical braided bun. Once done, her forest green eyes focus back on the others while still thinking about the fact the village folk are loosing the animals they need to the King's men

[Superpegasusgirl]

Sabrina blushes in embarrassment at being corrected. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- Of course not- that is to say- I didn’t meant to say you were freaks I was only-”

“Forgive her”, India interrupts “The traveling carnival is set to come to town tomorrow and it’s been awhile since we’ve had any good news. The girl’s over her head with excitement. Can’t say I’m not excited myself. The merchants, the dancers. On a good year, some magicians come to town” Satisfied with her cleaning, India turns to the young girl “Now what did I tell you about getting eggs from your fathe-”

BANG BANG BANG

Three deep, loud knocks can be heard at the door before three heavily armored men walk in. Both Ilyrana and Whit notice their slight staggering, and the faint alcoholic smell seeping through. Velathraxia, however, noticed nothing strange as she sips on her soup. India and Sabrina seem to cower, awaiting bad news.

[Loadingconstella]

Whist | 26 | they/them
Tiefling | Totem Warrior Barbarian | Info

AC - 17
HP - 57

20ft Movement

Danger Sense
Rage

Greataxe - 1d8+7/+9
Unarmed strike - 1D4+7

STATS
STR ;; 7
DEX ;; 3
CON ;; 5
INT ;; 2
WIS ;; -1
CHA ;; -1

SKILL PROF
Athletics
Acrobatics
Sleight of Hand
Stealth
Intimidation
Survival

INVENTORY
Great Axe
Rations
5 Gold Pieces

"Its alright to be excited," Whist scratched at the side of their neck, looking away, "Its understandable, the thought process, i mean, it-"

Something fired off in the back of their mind, something about the stench of alcohol and the cowering status's of India and Sabrina, they rubbed at their face, pinching the bridge of their nose and exhaling slowly. They glanced over their shoulders, taking a quick assessment of the three men that just walked in, before looking back at the two, whispering to them: "You look like you're scared half to death, maybe it would be a good idea to just head into the back while I see if these three are alright, is that okay? We can signal you to come back as soon as we know things are alright."

Another awkward, toothy smile, still unsure of how to smile with their pointed teeth, before they straightened themselves up and turned around to give the three men their full attention.

[SaphiraBrightscales]

Ilyrana Amastacia | 107 | Female | Wood Elf | Drakewarden Ranger

Ilyrana smiles as she listens to India speak of a carnival and starts to become curious on what it would be like to attend one. She opens her mouth to say something when the sudden noise of loud knocks startles her which causes her to jump slightly and turn her attention to the door. A flash of irritation flashes in her eyes for a second as she eyes the three strangers that entered that are wearing armor. As the faint odor of alcohol reaches her, her nose wrinkles slightly as she continues to observe them while automatically reaching for her bow case. The small female elf quickly pulls out the unstrung bow and a string from the case before darting her gaze back to the inn keeper and the child.

'Who are they?' her eyes seem to ask as she silently indicates to them to find a safe spot. Ilyrana sees the tiefling say something to them but couldn't make it out due to the distance between them before turning her gaze back to the three men. She stands up from the table and quickly moves her pack to rest against the wall while resting her staff against her side as she quickly strings the bow, glad that she kept her quiver of arrows on her side. "Is there anything we can do for you gentlemen?" Ilyrana asks in her soft voice, hoping that the situation didn't escalate while being prepared just in case.

[InfectedHau]

Velathraxia Meran||Dragonborn Fighter||Inn

Meran continued eating, pointedly not looking at the door. She could tell from the sound that the people who'd just walked in were armored, and reading the room was enough to tell her the crest she'd probably find on that armor. If not the taxmen, then people working for the same person. Could be they were there to cause trouble, but also could be just stopping in for a meal.

The Dragonborn cast an eye towards her glaive, propped up against the wall. The weapon glinted in the morning sun, reflecting off the last vestiges of filigree she hadn't been able to remove. It was an ornamental weapon, the sole thing she'd managed to grab from her family's manor before she left, and it had taken some time to get it looking like a proper blade. The money she'd saved up had mostly been used on getting her over the border unseen, so better a poor-quality one than none at all. Besides, her abilities were more than enough to bolster the weaker steel.

The Tiefling was seeing to the innkeeper and her daughter, and the Elf was seeing to the men. Bit of a bad look, stringing up her bow right in front of them, but she supposed it was better to be armed than to avoid offense in this case. Meran was content to wait and watch, for now, though she'd obviously jump in if things looked like they were escalating.

[Superpegasusgirl]

*for the purposes of identifying NPCs I’m just gonna call these three brown hair, black hair (stephen), and bald head. *

Sabrina nods her head in a panic at Whit before running into the kitchen. India, however, stands in between the counter and the door where Sabrina just entered. She attempts to stand tall, hands hidden behind her back, though Whit can see her shake ever so slightly. The soldiers ignore Ilyrana’s soft spoken question and walk toward the counter in a daze. In the dim light, India can see their faces- scarred and roughed up- yet all too young, much like someone she used to know. The man with the black hair speaks first, “What’s the problem darling? Just want a good meal before we collect what the King ordered! Big feast at the palace. Shame you’re not invited.”, he smiles a toothy grin while the bald headed guy laughs out loud, disturbing the once so silent dinner. Brown haired guy, on the other hand, seems annoyed. “Cut it out Stephhhhennnn”, he slurs his words. “I’ve a splittin’ headache” He slams his fist on the table, “Get me a good chicken, wretch!”, he yells into India's stoic face.

“Sirs, please sit down. I’ve nothing but carrots and potatoes after your men collected tax from William’s farm. Nary an egg to be seen around here, much less a chicken. As for the collection today, we paid our dues moons ago.”

“I don’t think you understand, sweet.”, Stephen leans over the counter and flicks a small, shiny dagger under her chin. India’s eyes tremble as his horrid breath exhumes onto her face. “I said the King’s preparing a feast. That’ll be a hundred gold pieces from every family in this kingdom. What makes you think you’re so special?”

[Superpegasusgirl]

What India (left) and Sabrina (right) look like btw