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This is a private fantasy adventure for Kriv and Olaf. This roleplay is invite only and we are not accepting any other players. If you have not been invited to participate, DO NOT POST HERE.
Krivaniros (played anonymously)

Krivaniros was not the only traveller by far making preparations to depart along with the rest of the pilgrimage, and he took the opportunity to observe those around him, noting armaments, defences, the sturdiness of the wagons, and any other such factors that he had been rigorously trained to take into account.

Dressed in leather armour that, while with a few dints and dents, was otherwise well-maintained, he looked over the scholar to whom he and Olaf had been assigned, along with the scholar, 'Tristil', who had accompanied hm from Beatha, a willowy dark-skinned androgynous figure with a satchel clutched tightly to them. Their dark robes complemented the armour.

They were engaged in deep discussion with the individual who had paid for the additional protection, a half-orc whose name he had learned was 'Danhel'. He looked to the other scholar's protection, the... he couldn't quite tell what he was, and a low clicking sound came from him as he worked the two sets of mandibles hidden within his jaws thoughtfully.

He shifted the pack at his back so then it settled more comfortably against his shoulders, keeping his dark eyes alert for signs of them moving off as one of his taloned hands rested on top of the obsidian khopesh at his side. But there seemed to be a little time, and so he made his way over to the considerably taller figure. "This one..." He nodded to the half-orc. "... have you known them before?"

His voice was to the point but not unkind in the tone underlying the words, and his grasp of Common was fluent.
Olaf the Ogre (played by AgentMilkshake) Topic Starter

The caravan was assembling as the half ogre made his way over to the scholar and other half of the security detail that was to protect him. Olaf seldom ventured far from his cave, but had recently returned from a long adventure where he had accompanied a postal hobbit known as Slappy, protecting him on his route delivering parcels and letters between towns. That had lead the pair to join an elf maiden and cleric on some unplanned stops that had included protecting a temple from demons, retrieving the stolen official seal of a noble and rescuing a kidnapped town elder, but not in that order.

The half ogre had so much fun, that when he got word of a caravan in a nearby village looking for a variety of hired hands, he decided to sign on. He ended up assigned to the protection detail of a scholar accompanying the pilgrimage. Olaf was more than happy to help out. Protecting travelers was one of his specialties and he came highly recommended by his previous companions, each of whom had written a letter of recommendation before going their separate ways. At least, that's what they had told him the papers they had given him said. Olaf couldn't actually read. Word of their recent adventures had spread through the area, lending credibility to his claims, however.

"Hello, everyone," the ogre said as if addressing a large group, "I'm Olaf." Olaf spoke with slightest hint of a speech impediment. He wore leather armor and shin guards over his leather boots covering his legs below the knee. The sack he carried held his belongings which was slung over one shoulder and his great ax over the other. He sat the bag down for a moment so he had a free hand. "And this... is my friend Teddy! Can you say hello, Teddy?"

He removed a small stuff bear from his belt and held it up. Almost comically, the ogre made the stuffed bear nod and used his finger to have Teddy wave one of his paws. The bear was non-descript beyond being a brown, cloth toy a child would sleep with at night. The only features it had were two black, button eyes. The stuffed bear lacked a nose or any sign of a mouth and wore no clothes.

"Teddy doesn't talk, so please don't be offended by his shyness. We're both pleased to meet you and reporting for duty," the ogre concluded.
Krivaniros (played anonymously)

Word had reached at least Danhel, even if not the two Fae. While the half-orc was on the side of being more transient than local, he had been around the area long enough to pick up on some of the rumours going around, and the long adventure or at least bits of it had been among what had reached his curious, slightly pointed ears.

As the towering, strong-looking figure approached, Krivaniros's antennae vibrated just slightly to either side of his head in curiousity. The quirk of speech was not regarded negatively, the Myrmidon being well-travelled enough by that point to have heard quite a number of impediments and dialects both. With a fascination for language that was not appropriate for a warrior of his kind to have, secretly nurtured and definitely so on expeditions like the one that he was on, he listened eagerly.

The introduction was expected. The introduction of a cuddly toy, perhaps not so much. But his lips curved up at the sheer innocence that was displayed in the gesture.

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