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Something was wrong.

Even before the man stumbled into the tavern and spoke with Aldred, Lander could feel something wasn’t right. The natural hum under his feet was pulsing. He couldn’t explain what he felt but the ground always had a certain ebb and flow. Most people never noticed it but Lander had grown in tune with the natural forces under his feet. The pulses got louder as Aldred excused himself from the room and as the cold night air blew in from the door Lander stood up and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He focused on the air, mentally parsing apart the smells.

Snow.

Smoke.

Wolf.

Mud.

And then he smelled it and his pulse quickened. No, it couldn’t be. Not this far south. It was the smell of high altitudes, of goats, snow and mildew. It smelled like a mountain. It smelled like a giant.

He was sure of it now. The vibrations through the wooden floorboards were undeniable. Step. Step. Step. He looked around, not sure what he should do.

Esterfell was not a large town and did not have a Dominion military presence. Their small militia would do little to stop a mountain giant. A well-aimed pitchfork would hardly pierce the thick, leathery skin and getting close enough to use their swords would be a fools errand. He looked around at all the people gathered in the room. They had to move. Now.

“We have to−” was all he managed to say before the wall of the inn exploded in a shower of wood and brick. Lander dove toward the far wall as a large boulder came to rest just before the bar. People screamed. Every stranger that had gathered all dove for cover and were now regaining their bearings. Lander jumped to his feet and looked out the giant hole.

Aldred had dodged the boulder as well and was lying on the ground with his sword. Past him were the giants, definitely more than one.

This doesn’t make any sense, he thought. They were a days ride to the foothills of the Jagged Peak mountains and another days ride up to where the giants made their home. Why were they here? Giants usually don’t leave their lands, unless something forced them out. Lander shivered at the thought of what a giant would be afraid of.

A few of the others had began engaging the lead giant as Aldred had regained his footing and charged at the monster. His blade did little damage and Aldred himself was caught in the grasp of the giant. A blood-curdling roar ripped through the night air and Lander could see the giants teeth glistening in the lantern light of the inn. Other than the flicker of light, the giants were barely visible in the moon-less darkness as clouds had filled the sky.

Lander looked around the inn. Behind the bar was a confusion of fear and debris. A stack of ale barrels had toppled over and one of them was broken and leaking onto the floor. He had an idea.

Running over to one of the barrels he drove his sword into the top of it, piercing the wood. His muscles strained as he hoisted the barrel onto his back with the foul-smelling liquid pouring out behind him. As fast as his legs could move he ran out the hole in the wall and made a large arc around the first giant, trying not to slip in the freshly snow-covered ground.

He ran into the darkness and behind the remaining giants, circling back around to where the others were gathered. He dropped the now-empty barrel and jumped into the inn, grabbing one of the lanterns off the wall. He knelt down and removed something from his satchel. It was a small vial of oil.

Lander held it into his hands and focused all of his energy into the object. It felt red hot in his hands and then ice cold. After the infusion process was complete, he emptied the vial into the lantern and ran back outside. He threw the lantern through the air, toward the back of the giants.

“Everyone watch yourselves!” Lander yelled as the lantern found it’s mark, exploding in a small red fireball and igniting the alcohol on the ground. The whole area was washed with light as the wall of flames traveled around the perimeter of the giants. Infused by Lander, the flames burned larger and brighter than regular flames and created a wall of fire that startled the giants and left them unable to escape. If it was one thing that giants were not fond of, it was fire.

“That should keep them here until we can deal with them!” Lander said, readying his sword. “We can pick them off one by one!”
Yeah, my first post won't even be an attack anyways. Just reaction and Lander will probably do something. To assist the others. He's really not going to be too keen on killing them, actually. Lander knows something drove them from the mountain.
A giant! Dangit I can't write for another couple hours or so! Save one for Lander! lol.
Glad we could all come to a consensus! I think this is going to be a great adventure. I can't wait to see what surprises Heat has up his sleeve.
Redwing said
Goodness guys, slow down the pace a little bit. Some of us have to sleep. And work. I hate roleplays like this because my character is always left behind and or ignored.Right now its okay because we're just in the inn but when adventure starts its really going to suck.


Agreed. Seeing how Heat has a job, I don't think it's going to move too fast. At least, the plot anyways. :)
"The journey shall be fun, that I can promise. When we finish it, you will be greatly rewarded, I can assure you all that, I made sure of it."


Lander found a seat by the hearth. Fun... Reward... The words lingered in his mind like clothes hung out to dry. Whoever was pulling the strings of this endeavor knew more then these people knew. Even this Aldred person is most likely in the dark. No, this wasn't about fun, he thought, this was about something much bigger. He could feel it, sense it. Something wasn't right and the promise of a reward just made Lander more sure that they were being used. He didn't like the feeling, but he knew that the only way to find answers was to join them.

By now the tavern had filled up with a variety of characters. There was an elven girl, a sailor and a young half-elf with a wolf. A few more joined and they all began talking to Aldred and each other. Lander studied them all. Some of them were ordering drinks from the tried looking bartender, but Lander had no desire to drink anything this place had to offer. He had tasted of pure mountain streams, filtered by the stones and rocks washed clean by millennia of use. The thought of river water stagnating in barley or hops turned his stomach. He stared into the fire, trying to keep his mind busy by determining what species of wood they were burning and how old the tree was that the logs came from. It was poplar, and he scowled as the tree had been far too young to be used as firewood.

After a while, Lander walked over to the table where Aldred was and nodded to the others gathered around him. "I will join you," he said, "but know this, I am not a hired thug, nor am I a mercenary. I am not a thief and your promise of payment does not interest me so do not think that you have any say on my actions." He shot a glance around at the others, unsure if he was making any friends. Probably not, he thought, but he wasn't here to make friends.
I think the guild being down caused a spurt of activity cause we were all pent up! I do agree that the pace is quite fast now but I expect it to slow down. Like Heat, I can only participate between RL stuff like jobs, etc... Still, people can free RP with each other as much as they want in the Inn. :)
Lander doesn't drink spirits. :)

He likes to be in control at all times.
So Wildflower and TheLastRunaway need to finish their character sheets and we should be set to begin, right?
Lander Mallory made little noise as he maneuvered his way through the brush. The forest was dark, but the night was clear and his eyes were accustomed to hunting at night, especially under such a bright canopy of stars. The noises around him were familiar, like home. The cry of the stone owls, the river foxes burrowing in for the night and the mountain bats just waking up and taking flight. He loved the time of day when nature changed its stripes, when the inhabitants of the day made way for the rulers of the night. They paid no mind to Lander as he broke through the tree line and into a clearing. The town was up ahead, he could smell the cooking of meat and the burning of wood from the hearths.

He had been to Esterfell before, but always for trading or meeting with ambitious hunters. This was different. Four days ago, he had received a letter. Normally this would not have been a strange occasion but this letter was different. Rather than the normal letter requesting a hunting guide or an order of furs or meats, this letter was requesting his involvement in a group of people known as the Crimson Company. That wasn’t what sent the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

The letter was addressed to ‘Eldon Harcourt’, a name he had never disclosed to anyone all these years. All the memories attached to that name came flooding back to him and he threw the letter in the fireplace and vowed to forget about it. But sleep eluded him, visions of blood and screams of dying people haunted him. He could not escape the prison of his own memories. When he received the second letter, his will was all but gone. He knew that he could not go back to his previous life and that he had to find out who this mysterious individual was and how he knew so much about him. Also, Lander knew that something was happening in the land. He couldn’t figure out what it was but the southern breeze carried a strange air and the animals were growing nervous. Somehow, he knew they were related.

Stepping up to the front door of the Spotless Rock Inn, Lander thought once again about turning around, heading home but he knew it was far too late for that. Stroking his beard and removing the bits of leaves and twigs he walked into the inn. His eyes squinted with the light from the lanterns and the mirrors on the walls. It was a cornucopia of sights and sounds that made him feel uneasy. He immediately spotted the man described in the letter. He was casually sitting next to a thin, well-groomed man at a table. Cautiously, he approached the men.

“I…” he said, clearing his throat. “I received a letter. I’m assuming you’re the one who sent for me. I wanted to tell you in person that whatever it is you want from me, I aint interested.” Lander looked at the skinny man, then back to him. He pulled out a chair and sat down before leaning in close and whispering, “…and my name is Lander Mallory. I think you might have me confused with someone else.”
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