Dungeons And Dragons Campaign [full] [discontinued On The Forums]

Heat tries to present himself the least weak looking as he can. Failing, horrible metal cranks shroud his footsteps. He approaches the guards, keeping a safe distance.
“Is this the town of Exton?”

 

I walk up with the rest of the group, but let Ti'Lin do the talking.

 

The guards stop you.

One is a Male Human with very long, curly, golden hair and green eyes. He has silky white skin, an oval, innocent face with a medium beard, and a piercing on his nose.

The other is a Male Human with a bald head and brown eyes. He has smooth, pockmarked, golden skin. He stands 5 feet tall and has a round build and has a square, incredibly cute face.

The first one speaks up: "Halt there! Is this the party who has been talked about, travelling across Nore, fighting the undead?"

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The second guard replies. "Yes, this is."

 

Althiaos throws his hood on and lands early he walks at the back of the group and keeps his head down

 

I look back to the group.

"That's us, right?"

"Also, you guys don't remember me? I made some great stuff for you guys for cheap."

 

Make a persuasion check to make them remember you

 

2 total.
I mean... with only 18 people, how hard can it be to be remembered by the town?

 

“That is our brand.”
He looks around at the party, in slight disbelief it seems.

 

Alas : "I wanna be a clown during our trip through this town."

Alas disguise as a clown.


That's how Alas looks like right now

 

"That is us."

"I wonder what else of our reputation has preceded us..." I mutter to the party members quietly.

 

"That is indeed us."

"Let's just hope they don't know about Seneca."

 

"Not now but later, I may have made a very big mistake in this town and may or may not be exiled. If you heard me don't look back at me or anything just nod I don't want then to recognise me"

 

"I need a dove to do magic tricks, be my dove !"

 

"Good glory who hit you over the head as a child and how many times?"

 

"The question to ask is, how many people did I hit over the head when I was a child ?"

 

I stay behind the rest of the group so that my lack of a mouth isn't seen.

Spoiler: Telepathy

"Erevan, as an expert on the matter, do I technically count as an undead now?"

 

Spoiler: Telepathy

"Honestly... I don't know. Certainly not in the worst sense."

 

Spoiler: Telepathy

"I guess we'll cross that bridge when it starts burning."

 

"Right... maybe a giant cat lived here at some point."

That's terrifying

Blonde guard: "I thought so. And you must be the cleric. This way everyone, the Mayor is waiting for you."

He begins taking your through town to the building marked Town Hall on the map. The bald guard takes up the rear behind you.

 

I try to maintain an external calm, but inwardly I'm upset to be this well-know, for what I can only suspect are less-than-good reasons.