Originally Posted by
Mythal
Adventure, take one!
Cran yelled over to me that they were gathering. I was drooling over some birch-wood pulp in the market, checking my pockets for coins and didnt actually put together that he was yelling at me to come to the meeting until the "Warforged spare parts" vendor (as we warforged call him), glaring at me impatiently, asked me if it was my friend calling for me over yonder.
"What???" I said, a bit shaken out of my indecision at what I was going to buy.
I looked over and Cran was tapping his foot, arms crossed across his burly dwarven chest, his dwarven beard getting grayer, if that was even possible.
"Ye comin or not ye silly construct?!" he said, one more time.
"Oh, right, right...coming, coming", I said.
The raw materials vendor grimmaced and turned back to his stall, obviously unsatisfied with me not buying anything.
"Funky and tha other are alredy there by hearin's right", said Cran.
We walked, picking up the pace - or rather, me just trying to keep up with Cran - back towards the harbour docks. Got ourselves a ticket to Korthos and sat back on the deck and took a nap.
Back in Korthos a while later we stepped off the platform and spotted the 2, obviously the 2 waiting for our arrival.
"Hi diddle do! My name's Funky 'lo!", said the elf, obviously a very lyrically inclinded one at that.
The one standing next to him smirked, looked up at us and was much more to the point:
"I'm Kwik.", he said, in a deep calm voice.
"So's yer the othars that we be meetin here ta settle this 'ere problem this lil village be havin aye?!", said Cran. Possibly even with a hint of mockery in his voice.
"Aye!!! Thats indeed who we are, master dwarf! Might I ask what kind of music you most enjoy, BY THE WAY???" said Funky the elf, in a very teasing manner.
"Now now", interrupted Kwik calmly, "there will be plenty of time for celebration afterwards. Perhaps we best get moving to the graveyard, where already now the problems are mounting that we were summoned here to solve."
"Yes, that seems logical" I said, still gathering data and analysing all these new companions I had aquired.
And so the 4 adventurers went, up to the village square, passers-by staring at them either in amazement or bewilderment, one could not tell. Up to the graveyard where a woman was standing to greet them, although not in the cheeriest of moods. A quest they were given, to cleanse out the tomb of the Heyton family, where undead and aggressive beasts most recently had begun emerging to attack the villagers.
These companions all heard a calling, through different means every one of them, though in the end all together they banded to form a group that would set forth into the world and confront any and all challenges together. They are dedicated to eachother, though total strangers at the outset, and will never part ways til the end of all things. Some have come by this path by self interest, others by blood oaths that must be fulfilled, still others by contract or promise. Diverse as one could imagine, they will learn to work together, and overcome all obstacles; using only what they find in themselves and their surroundings.
They call themselves the Knights of Saturn, and their exploits are eager to be shared with any others who by some chance might also have a dedication needing fulfillment.
(We are a static guild/group that has just formed, and created all of us new characters to start our adventures together. We have room for a total maximum of 12 players in this static guild, of which 4 spots are currently taken - therefore 8 still remain.)