Suddenly the temples doors burst open. A tall man in robes "escorts" a young boy around the age of ten down the steps towards both of you. At the doorway of the temple stands an old dwarf watching.
The boy tries to say goodbye to the three other boys who had been waiting on the steps but manages only to wave.
"Enough of that you've had enough time for goodbyes, come on then.", the tall man in robes says evenly walking at a clip.
Edited: Oliron on 31st Jul, 2012 - 10:18pm
Avan had bee travelling for several weeks. After the business in his hometown, he wanted to live in fear of the unknown no longer. Sure, the clerics said they corrected the problem, but what were the clerics of a small port, compared to the ones residing within the temple of Pelor? His parents had agreed with Avan's judgment and as a family, with his 2 younger sisters, they traveled to Kamdrogh.
Today, he stands before the city gates, accompanying his family and other travelers banded together for safety.
Avan approaches the guard(s) with empty palms showing.
Out of Character: How much would the journey have cost in rations and a wagon maybe even drawn by a donkey or other cheap animal? How much would his family have been able to sell their house, and how much would a house cost in Kamdrogh?
Avan and his family book passage on a merchant vessel traveling from Crawttport to Kamdrogh. The voyage is memorable but absent of any adventure involving combat. He arrives at the port of Kam (so called by the locals) which is a lot like Crawttport's port but bigger. From here he looks west and sees the great town's walls, a few towers poking out over it. Avan's family gather what little belongings they have been able to bring along and head west towards the town.
The guard eyes Avan and sees that he comes in peace. They welcome the group letting them threw the east gate of Kam. Avan's father asks directions to the area where Avan's grandfather lives.
After this they continue on thew the streets, finishing their long journey at the doorstep of a run down estate. Avan and his family are surprised to see the place in such disarray. Upon navigation the thick underbrush they enter the house looking for clues that might help them figure out what has happened.
After a short search Avan's mother informs the family that Avan's grandfather has passed on. This explains why they have not heard from him for so long Avan's father laments. Avan's family later discovers that grandfather left the estate to Avan's dad in his will.
GM note: There is a little more information on all of this in the Kamdrogh Questions thread.
Edited: Oliron on 4th Aug, 2012 - 8:00pm
Avan gets to work with the rest of his family settling in some belongings and tidying up. He hires two contractors by asking around for his family to maintain the property and assists them himself.
A few days later he prepares for the funeral ceremony, dressing in a fine set of clothing he found in the estate. He proceeds with his family to the great temple of Pelor.
Just when Ziminar arrives at the temple he sees a man of considerable height escort a boy out of the temple.
It is clear to him that the boy must have done something to earn this type of treatment. He wonders what that might be.
Not wanting to disrespect the man escorting the boy, he politely asks him if he can be of any service in this matter.
I could always use a squire, Ziminar thinks to himself.
The tall robed old man wisks by with only a glance between you. His eyes pierce yours for a moment, then seemingly looking threw you. He continues down the path away from you as you somehow get the feeling he doesn't wish to stop and talk.
GM note: You recognize his cloak is often worn by wizrds.
Veneficus' sitting on a stone bench at the side of the road. The way he's resting on his staff, his dusty clothes, the way his hood is pulled down all the way and hides his face, some people thought he s some kind of a beggar. A couple even tossed some coppers on the ground in front of him. He looks at the coins amused.
"They think I'm a beggar! Good, at least I can go unnoticed for a while."
But he's no beggar. The dust that covers his clothes is from the last weeks of traveling and the hood covers his face because he doesn't want them to see his face. His pale silvery skin tone, the hint of scales on his left cheekbone, they brought him trouble before. He knows they will again. And his eyes! Those grey, almost white eyes! They always found them unnerving so he'd better hide them.
Under the hood he's watching and his soaking it all in. The bustling streets of the town, the inn to the right, the large almost pompous temple to the right. He keeps mental notes of the people who come and go. One particular picks his attention. A hearty man clad in armor. They way he carries himself, all this steel he's encased his body with and the way he treated that beggar.
"Now this looks interesting! He looks reliable, doesn't seem to be from around here and he even has a soft spot for beggars! Maybe I should go and see what he's up to. Clearly I won't make it on my own forever. Maybe he can help me find what I'm looking for."
Slowly and while using his staff as a walking stick, Veneficus heads to the temple.