Inn Campaign Prelude: On The Road

[alexandraerin]

Note: This post is intended for the people who will be playing in the D&D game on Thursday nights. I'm leaving it (and subsequent posts) as a public post because some people have expressed interest in following these adventures.

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[stormcaller3801]

With the wind and rain conspiring to plaster green leaves to his bulky frame, Carrog was having the time of his life. Which is not to say that he'd never had a better time nor would his life fail to eclipse this moment in the future. Rather, it was simply the case that he felt no pressing need to consider anything more than a few moments ago, nor stare too longingly into the future- and despite the limited options available to him he found the present to be perfectly to his liking indeed.

Striding forward through the early twilight that had been shuffled forth by the thickening clouds, all but the shine within Carrog's eyes was camouflaged amongst the deepening blue of his surroundings, offset now and again by the sharp flicker of lightning and the roar of thunder. A roar, were any woodland animals so concerned as to pay attention to, that Carrog did not fail to answer in kind, shouting to the sky as he waded through the wind towards the dimly-viewed house light.

"What Sooth! Is this an army I see before me, its serried ranks, its gleaming arms, arrayed with bold demeanor! Gleaned not terror from my countenance, yet upon this day they stand, these lands so rightly claimed! Such blood they spilt they seek again, to wring it from my grasp- yet hound and hunt they shall not find, nor tremor in my arms. For though pursued and driven forth, this fate yet is my own- for I am Lord Temeridus as none may yet unsee!"

By the time the words were finished his bold strides brought Carrog nearly to the doors. He erupted into bold laughter at his own performance, deeming the contest with the thunder to have been well-matched. And as he reached the doors he took a deep breath, ready to greet all those upon the other side, images of a grand crowd already in his mind, fit to be goaded into song and merriment. So with as much enthusiasm as everything else in his life, Carrog prepared to swing wide the doors and make such an entrance as was only befitting one of such demeanor.