Conquering the Barbarian Altanis: Session 134
Adventurers
| Character | Class | Description |
|---|---|---|
| Thorm | Dwarf level 4 | Ashen hair, beard, and eyes. Left his own clan due to financial trouble. |
| Ambros | Cleric level 6 | Follower of Aniu, Lord of Time. |
| Ignaeus | Elf level 5 | A slightly weathered looking elf with dull blonde hair and chiseled features. Seeks wealth and knowledge. |
| Foxglove | Thief level 6 | A willowy human, long hair ties in a pony tail, looks a bit dangerous and dainty at the same time. |
| Dalkanarion | Fighter level 4 | A youthful specimen in full strength, full of purpose, bluster, and eagerness to prove himself. |
Dewsnap 15th to 20th
Dalkanarion had his hands full. Ambitious Dragonslayer rapidly built his reputation in the region. That he was member of the same adventuring company Ambros Ap Mortain, the Justice Supreme of Hara, certainly did him no harm.
Intent on positioning himself as Hero of the people, Dalkanarion decided to marry the daughter of a local innkeeper. His future godfather stuck a good deal, offering the hand of his youngest daughter in exchange for his Dragon's Lair inn.
The ceremony was to be on Dewsnap 20th, Spiritday. Last day of Winter. All adventurers were invited. Further, Dalkanarion employed a dozen of bards and agitators to drum up his wedding as the event to attend. Wine, bread, and cake would be freely given out to all those who show up.
He sent his trumpet boy to the Namelin villa, asking for a meeting. His first letter was ignored. Then he sent a follow-up letter. Apparently him mentioning “mutual satisfaction” and “wealth” was sufficient the get him a visit by Abek Namelin, the youngest son of Aseti Namelin. His family was the second most influential in the region. “Soldiers” assigned to Dalkanarion were Namelin's hired thugs.
Abek met with Dalkanarion at the Dragon's Lair inn. They had conversation in private; details known only to them. Later adventurers learned that their friend promised Namelins to train their thugs, invited them to set up “entertainment” close to Cedarwade keep so soldiers have a place to spend their hard earned money on, and assured them their estates and caravans will have “preferential” treatment by the border patrols. Finally, he agreed to ask Ambros to dispense two of his squads to guard the Namelin villa.
With that out of the way, Dalkanarion visited Zenon Coke and paid off his assassination contract. He was thoroughly unhappy with such arrangement. Unfair! Uncivilised! He would fight for a better future.
The plaza in front of the Dragon's Lair inn was bustling with people. Ambros's crusaders lined the north side of the small square, while Namelin's thugs were on the opposite side. Adventurers had seats of importance, so they were visible to the crowd.
“You have to be careful,” Abek arrived earlier “Imrael will try to cause a commotion during the wedding.” Namelin's accepted Dalkanarion's invitation to the wedding. Abek was their representative. Audience was divided on that.
“Dalkanarion! Here I am!” Tsamar, Hara's current Castellan, formerly a Pirate Queen, arrived just in time “You are so special I even washed for you!” She was dressed the same as the last time he met her. Which was two weeks ago now. He seated her close to him. After all, she is now his superior. He is to bow to her every command. And whim.
Once all persons of renown had arrived, Dalkanarion stood up and gave a speech. Dalkanarion is one of those individuals who always stands out. Not merely due to his height and muscular frame, but due to his demeanor and how he fills the space. Today he was even more impressive. Dressed in ceremonial plate mail, recovered from the tomb of Traitor King, with massive Oathkeeper by his side, he looked like a War-Prince of an ancient empire.
His speech was long and impassionate. He often paused, so crowd can cheer and clap, or boo and whistle, as appropriate. His agitators worked the crowd, ensuring exact reactions he wished to incite. Crowd was well fed and well watered too, with Kyle's finest wine. Dalkanarion spoke of a different future; a brighter future. More just. More generous. More prosperous. He made promises. And the crowd cheered. How could they not? Who amongst them would dare say anything against a huge man with a huge sword?
“May his line be long, and his enemies buried deep.” Thorm drunk to words of his comrade. The atmosphere was jovial and celebration lasted well into the night. Other adventurers congratulated Dalkanarion on his bold speech.
On the morning of next day Dalkanarion found his newly acquired inn defaced. Eastern wall was covered in a graffiti depicting a buff stick figure copulating with a dragon.
“I guess it could have been worse.” Dalkanarion exhaled.
“It sure could have.” Ambros confirmed.
Would it get worse or better?
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