Our story begins (as most high adventures do) in a tavern.
The Swinging Sword Inn is one of only two establishments in the village of Red Larch to house people not a full resident of the town proper. The other is really just a boarding house with little to no privacy. The Sword stands three stories tall and boast a commodity not found in towns for miles around. Running water. It is here where are unlikely band of heroes can be found.
"Ah, that's good." Kaylessa Irkell says slamming down the shot glass and smiling at Cyan across the bar.
"I'll take two casks of this as soon as you can deliver."
Terry Golberth was watching the exchange from across the room. She had stopped on her planned trip to the All Faith's shrine to speak with the priest there, when Cyan had entered the taproom. A dragonborn was a rare sight. And when you did finally see one they were usually tall, broad, golden, and armed and armored like a knight out of a fantasy tale. This dragonborn however was none of those things, she was lithe and blue, with a look of speed and agility. She was dressed as any well to do merchant that traveled the road (meaning she was armed to defend herself and armored lightly enough to survive, and yet get away and hide should the need arise). Curiosity getting the best of her, Terry sat down and watched as the dragonborn talked to the innkeeper.
Niklos of Lyra was a short and portly fellow of a noble Strongheart birth. This was not to say he was descended from kings and queens of yore, but that his was a kind and benevolent family whose good nature passed on to the halfling that was known to the children of the North as
Good St. Niklos. He was coming down the stares when a roar from the doorway caused him to miss a step and take a tumble down the last couple feet and land hard on his rump.
The commotion came from Captain Barakas of <no ship at the present time>, and this was wearing on the tiefling sailor something awful.
"Where can I find Jolliver Grimjaw!" the half-fiend hollered a second time from the doorway. He had had it with all these sniffling land-lubbers and their dry, still, land. But unbeknownst to Captain Barakas at the time, was that no one present knew who he was talking about. Making his way into the Swinging Sword the good captain decided to look about for Grimjaw himself.
The last non-resident and would be hero was Talinthos Silvershade of Silverymoon. The former soldier was on his way back to the inn to read a missive given to him by the town baker from one of his contacts in Yartar. Wishing to open the letter in secret (and be ready to burn it if necessary), he was heading back to the commons of the Swinging Sword. He had stopped outside when Barakas had reached the doorway before him, and he waited for a twenty count, after the long devilish tail disappeared inside.
And now you have met our heroes to be, but they as of yet have not met each other.
