volnos

[volnos]

idril-rosevale‌:

Idril had taken to exploring the carts and stalls daily, to the point where she had begun to learn vendors on a first name basis. She heard tales of their wives, their children, and the adventures they had gone on to procure such delightful wares. One taught her how to carve little wooden trinkets, and she showed him the carved token of her clan. Another told her how to search for berries, which she found amusing despite the misinformation. One man took her for a late night stroll to watch the moonlight on the river, though she departed much earlier than he would have liked. 

That afternoon she was pondering openly over glittering shells, fingers clutching her chin as she thought. On the one hand, they were pricey. On the other, she had wanted to bring tokens back to her family when she returned home. Already she had three carved figurines of humans that her parents would disapprove of, and a recipe for pumpkin pie that she would never use - but she wanted more. A token of the sea, one of the air, and something for prayer. 

“Oh!” She jumped as the man spoke, and looked at the cart full of seafood. “I don’t eat fish. I don’t eat any animal, actually.” Idril said honestly, unable to lie even if she had wanted to. “But, you should play a game. It’s what I do sometimes when I can’t decide. I cover my eyes like this,” She placed her small hand across her eyes, closing them for safe measure. “And then I point.” Winding up her hand, so as not to know what she was pointing at, Idril let her forefinger fly forward and dropped her makeshift blindfold. “See! I chose…what is that? Is that…octopus? I really don’t, hmm. Okay, well, anyway! You should try it!”

Volnos watched in awe as Idril did her picking method. This was quite possibly the smartest woman he’d ever met. That sounded like a good system to have! Why hadn’t he thought of that himself? He made a mental note to write that down later in his notebook for future reference.  

He nodded at Idril’s expression when she saw what she had picked. That summed up his feelings completely, but if fate wanted him to have octopus for dinner that’s what he was going to have.  “How long have you not ate animals?” Volnos asked intrigued. Surface dwellers could have such a varied diet unlike his own people. Fish and sea weed was the height of his diet.  “We, my people that is, don’t have a varied diet. So I’ve been trying other things up here. Though sometimes you need some home comforts.” 

[volnos]

champion-fighter‌:

Gil hadn’t been in Arx since the incident in Dasratsel. He had kept mostly to Khaggon after that, wanting to be somewhere that was less prone to illusory bullshit and creepy power-grabbing wannabe gods. And all of these thoughts were making him real hungry, which is probably why he found himself down at the market right now.

He had never really tried much in regards to fish. Khaggon wasn’t exactly known for their waters. Did it have water at all for that? He knew they had water, but did they have water? He’d have to check when he was back. In a line of thought going somewhere from that mess of realization, he soon came to the fish markets of Arx. Arx was a port city, hence a lot of fish. Khaggon was not a port city, hence not a lot of fish. The more you know.

When someone came up to him to ask him about that exact topic, he had no idea what to tell them. “Sorry, I don’t really know much about ‘em. I’m not really much of–” He turned around to face them, only to find himself facing a very ripped man with very prominent pecs. Which was rude of him, so he turned his gaze upwards to face a man who was real tall. “Good sir, you’re real tall.”

Good catch, Grimforge, you genius.

Volnos smiled at what he assumed was a complement. “Ah why thank you! I am indeed quite large! It was a surprise to my parents they thought my elder brother and I were never going to stop.” He laughed shaking his head.  “My father used to complain that he’d never be able to marry us off if we ended up the size of whales.” 

Volnos had met a few dwarves before but it was rare for him to encounter one on an excursion to Arx. Volnos Instantly got excited. Volnos turned his attention back to the fish for a minute and pointed at the squid.  He found he had more in common with Dwarves than any other race he had met up here, for one, they were sometimes just as confused about surface dwellers as he was. 

“Oh please forgive me, I’m Volnos it’s very nice to meet you!”

[volnos]

thalrahylune‌:

They would only be in Arx for a few hours. Just passing through really, then right back to Khaggon. But it had been nice to visit the library again and pick up some books. Nicer still was the fact that the institutes of learning in Arx weren’t sinking into the ground and contained only frazzled looking students and scholars and not a haunted looking librarian who’s touched turned books into ash. Still, Thalra must have stared at the stacks for nearly ten minutes without really reading any of the titles, just remembering the way that woman had laughed when she’d taken the book from Thalra’s hands and-

But she wasn’t in the library anymore, she was outside in the markets and the sun was setting. She was supposed to be getting food for their trip back. Except there was a very large man talking to her now, asking her a question.

Thalra had to tilt her head all the way up to meet his eyes. “And you don’t think that’s a better question to ask the man running the stall?” she asked, all her usual charm and friendliness whittled down to dull points. She looked back down at the array of lifeless fish on display. “None of it’s very good, if you really want my opinion. This market place died when the war killed the fishing industry here, and its selection of anything interesting was dragged down along with it. You might as well be buying fish from a stall in Khaggon.”

“Oh you don’t ask the merchant who runs his own stall, he’s the one who’s trying to sell his wares.” Vonos said matter of factually. “I’ve found the locals to be much more helpful.” He listened to Thalra as she talked about the war. He too was frustrated with the war going on.  “It’s a shame that happened. Though I share your frustrations, I have to shop here for food now since those large ships are sailing round the ocean like they own the place.” Volnos crinkled his face remembering the times he was nearly ran over by a ship. Fresh water fish just weren’t the same. 

“The ships scare the fish, and then you have to sit around and eat some fish that’s been on land a few days.” Volnos honestly wouldn’t have minded if he had to dive a bit deeper but then he’d spend hours just trying to wrangle a meal. “Don't even get me started on how hard it is to cross the boarder.” 

[volnos]

35, 61, 76

35.Why is your character’s lowest stat their lowest (the in-character reason, not “because there’s no reason for a wizard to have 16 strength, duh”)?

Dexterity! He’s not used to being out of the ocean yet, he’s clumsy and always a little slippery. Walking with basically flippers for feet is difficult

61.How does your character imagine the way they will die?

Honestly he think he’s going to be either eaten by something on land or by something in the ocean. He thinks it’d be a cool way to go being eaten by a big squid or a tiger or something

76.What memory does your character want to forget the most?

He had a huge fight with his older brother that he’d like to forget. Volnos was basically disowned for wanting to leave his post and explore the surface. He wishes he left on better terms

[volnos]

29, 32, 83!

29.What are your character’s hobbies and interests outside of their class?

Volnos is a keen reader, he likes to sketch but he’s by no means very good at it. He also likes to weave, blankets, baskets you name it he can probably weave it!

32.What is your character the most insecure about?

Volnos‘ main insecurities are that he’s unapproachable to surface folk, his dependence on his familiar to speak is also an insecurity that he didn’t feel until he left home.

82.How far is your character willing to go to pursue the “greater good”? Do they believe in a greater good at all?

Volnos is morally good and has a strong sense of military duty but he has his own values and beliefs and won’t go against them unless he’s pushed very far. What’s considered morally right and for the greater good on the surface might not line up with how the shark eat fish world of the ocean and his own sense of moral duty.

[volnos]

Time: November 16th, Afternoon  Place: Arax Fish Market Status: Open Arax hadn’t changed much since he’d been gone much to Volnos’ disappointment. The city was the same as it always was, full of people doing their day to day activities. He’d planned on trying to hop across the boarder but that didn’t quite pan out and he found him self back at the port city . At least there was a nice chill in the air, winter always reminded him of home. Summer could go to the nine circles of hell as far as he was concerned.   He’d spent most of the morning at the Siang Institute of Circumstance browsing their history wing of the Library. After all the craziness that had happened he was ready for some normality to work on his book.  He’d now decided to take a break to walk around the fish markets to try and find something appetizing for dinner. 

He chewed on his lip not quite sure what he wanted. Squid was always good and their tiny size amused him, but cod was tasty, having octopus would only make Fen upset. 

He looked at the person standing next to him at the stall. “Sorry to bother you, but what would you recommend I’m having a tough time deciding.” 

[volnos]

100 Warm Up DnD Character Questions

If your character wasn’t an adventurer, what livelihood would they lead?

Who in the party would your character trust the most with their life?

What are your character’s core moral beliefs?

What relationship does your character have with their parents and siblings?

Does your character have any biases for or against certain races?

What is your character’s opinion on nobility? On authority?

Describe your character’s current appearance: clothes, armor, scars they’ve picked up along the journey, etc.

What location encountered in the campaign has your character felt the most “at home” in, or just generally liked the most?

What deity, if any, does your character worship? What’s their opinion on other people’s worship?

If your character had time to pick up any artisan’s tools, game set, instrument, etc., what would it be?

Describe your character’s current relationship with the player character sitting to your right.

What is your character’s current goal, summed up in one sentence?

Does your character ever want to “settle down” with a spouse, children, house, etc.?

Has your character ever been in love?

What battle in the campaign has been most memorable to your character?

If your character wasn’t whatever class they are, what would they be instead?

What is your character’s favorite season?

What would your character’s Zodiac sign be, following stereotypical astrology?

Where in the world does your character most want to visit?

What is the biggest mistake your character has ever made?

Does your character have any noticeable scars? If so, what are their stories?

What animal best represents your character?

If your character could go back in time and change one thing about their life, what would it be?

Which other player character does your character find themselves having the most in common with?

Does your character regret any particular choice the party has made?

What would your character say their best trait would be?

What is your character’s greatest fear? Deep, irrational?

What is currently motivating your character to stay with the party?

What are your character’s hobbies and interests outside of their class?

What would most people think when they first see your character?

What stereotypical group role does your character play in the party? (The Mom, the Mess, the Comic Relief, etc. Optionally: What role would your character play in the “Five Man Band” structure?)

What is your character the most insecure about?

What person does your character admire most?

What does your character admire and dislike the most about the player character sitting to your left?

Why is your character’s lowest stat their lowest (the in-character reason, not “because there’s no reason for a wizard to have 16 strength, duh”)?

What would be your character’s theme song/favorite band/favorite genre of music?

What stereotypical role would your character play in a high school AU/if they attended a normal high school? (Nerd, jock, bully, goth, etc.)

What treasure/item/artifact that your character has collected during the adventure is the most important to them?

Is there any particular weapon, item, etc. that your character longs to find?

Where does your character feel the most at home?

Does your character care about how they’re perceived by others? How do they change themselves to fit in with other people?

What does your character think is the true meaning of life?

What is your character’s scent? (Bonus points for a description that sounds like it could be from a bad [or awesome] fanfic.)

Does your character think more with their heart or their brain?

What is your character’s most recent or frequent nightmare?

What opinion does your character have on [CERTAIN ESTABLISHED GROUPS/AUTHORITIES IN THE GAME WORLD]? (Dragonmarked Houses, royal crown, etc.)

How did your character spend their childhood? Where did they grow up/who were their childhood friends?

What aspect of your character’s future are they most curious about? (If they could know one thing about the future, what would it be?)

What colors are associated with your character?

Who in the party would your character prioritize rescuing, in dire circumstances?

Is your character the most swayed by ethos, pathos, or logos?

If your character was granted a single use of Wish, what would they use it for?

What is your character’s favorite spell? If they don’t use spells: what is their favorite personal weapon/combat maneuver/skill/etc.?

How does your character feel about keeping secrets from the rest of the party?

What type of creature in the world is your character the most intrigued by?

When they were a child, what did your character want to be, or think they were going to be, when they grew up?

The player character to your left admits that they’re passionately in love with your character. How would your character respond?

If somebody (an NPC, someone from their backstory, etc.) your character trusts/loves asked your character to do something against the party’s best interest, who would they side with?

Does your character value their own best interest more than the party’s?

What decision would the party have to make in order for your character to consider splitting off from the group?

How does your character imagine the way they will die?

What is your character’s greatest achievement?

Is your character willing to risk the well-being of others in order to achieve their goal?

What is your character’s opinion on killing others?

What is your character’s favorite food? Beverage?

How generous is your character? Especially to those they don’t know?

What is your character the most envious about, regarding anyone in the party?

The player character to your left and the player character to your right are both telling your character two different versions of the truth. Who does your character believe?

What is your character’s sexuality/relationship with sex?

What is your character’s biggest pet peeve?

Describe how your character feels about the party’s current situation/objective/etc.

Who in the party would your character trust the most to keep an important secret?

If your character knew that they were going to die in a month, how would they spend the rest of their life?

What makes your character feel safe?

If your character had the chance to rename the party/give the party a name, no questions asked, what would it be?

What memory does your character want to forget the most?

If your character had to multiclass into a class they currently aren’t the next time they level up, what would it be and what reason would they have for doing so?

What television/book/video game/etc. character would your character be best friends with? (Or: what media character is your character the most influenced by/similar to?

What unusual talents does your character possess?

How does your character feel about receiving/giving orders? Are they more of a leader, or a follower?

What does your character’s name represent to them? (Or: why as a player did you choose your character’s name?)

Is your character more of an introvert, or an extrovert?

How far is your character willing to go to pursue the “greater good”? Do they believe in a greater good at all?

What does your character want to be remembered by?

What would be your character’s major in college?

Does your character consider themselves a hero, villain, or something else?

What major arcana tarot card best represents your character?

Where does your character see themselves in 20 years?

What is your character’s relationship with magic? Are they scared of it, wish to know more about it, indifferent to it?

Who is your character’s biggest rival?

What is your character’s guiltiest pleasure?

What does your character hope for the afterlife?

Who in the party does your character trust the least?

What is your character’s biggest flaw?

How did your character learn the languages that they speak?

What is your character’s favorite school of magic/type of weaponry?

What is most important to your character: health, wealth, or happiness?

What advice would your character give to a younger version of themselves?

Are there any social or political issues your character feels strongly about?

What, currently, is your character the most curious about?

taken from here courtesy of @greyjediluke

[volnos]

xiketic‌:

      Mazek blinked a few times at how articulated this man before him was; this wasn’t to say he had expected him to be a complete idiot but with Volnos being someone not from land it did warrant a surprise. At least, that was what the warlock tried to tell himself.

       “I am a knight so I suppose I will be fighting when the time does arise,” he answers while swallowing back the anxiety over it all. If he were to fight he would have to practice and enhance his capabilities with a sword, work on his health and perhaps most of all pray. He couldn’t allow others to see him spellcast when he had gone this long living on a lie he knew nothing about it.         Gloved hands began to wring together, trying to remember just how far back did he acquire his familiar when the latter question hung in the air. Sending a shiver up his spine.        With a heavy sigh he nodded along, muttering beneath his breath, “Called for one with the help of a bearer of magic, so to speak. I’ve had Quoth for a handful of years, he is quite a rambunctious thing. What brings you to the surface, Volnos? I have only read about Tritons, so color me surprised to see one on the surface. I am trying my hardest to maintain my excitement, you see.”

This subject seemed to make Mazek uncomfortable and Volnos wondered why. Was having a familiar really so taboo on the surface? He decided to drop it for now, Mazek and he were only barely acquainted. 

Volnos nodded “Ah you know of my people? Many surface dwellers have told me that Tritons are simply fictional.” Volnos had a hard time trying to explain himself to a barkeeper more than a few times. “I’ve been on the surface for three years now, nearly four? The years have blended together so please forgive me.”  “I’ve always been fascinated with the surface. Even when I was a child I always wondered what was up here. Of course going to the surface was always forbidden.” Volnos if he ever decided to return would be risking a serious punishment from the elders. He tried to think of the best way to explain it to Mazek. 

“Unfortunately my curiosity and thirst for knowledge about the surface grew worse after I made a pact with The Great Old One. So here I am up on the surface trying to learn as much as I can. This war is making things horribly difficult.” 

[volnos]

xiketic‌:

     Brows knitted together as the Triton spoke, nodding along as though the words took their toll and registered on his mind when in reality they washed right over him. It wasn’t until he was advised about the potential headache that small lips parted to ask him to repeat what he had shared, only to be distracted by their familiars flying off curious as to what they were up to.        That was when the man’s voice opposite of him echoed through his mind - Mazek took a quick small step back due to being startled only to extend a hand with a welcoming grin as if this was a natural occurrence. Although it was hard to be taken fully aback by oddities such as voices when they were common, this was just a case of it not being due to his own mind playing horrible tricks upon him.        “I am Lord Mazek Grimm, a knight of King Rolland II. Please, call me Mazek. No need for such formalities by using Sir.” A brief pause as he decided to use the same charm that was passed onto him. “Never Maz unless we are intimate.”        With a clearing of the throat Mazek’s gaze swiveled towards the direction their familiars had taken before shaking his head akin to parents discussing their children’s mischievous behaviors. “Funny lil’ things they are..”

“Duly noted Mazek, nice to meet you.” Volnos got the feeling that their familiars knowing each other wasn’t why the other man had approached him. “Art thou fighting in the war? I’ve met many soldiers from both sides on my travels, the war is making my research quite difficult.” Volnos couldn’t quite get his head around this war. The easy way of deciding who should rule in his tribe was either who was the biggest and oldest or who had the sharpest teeth. No doubt that this would solve the war in twenty minutes! “Thou grows used to them over time. Fen has been with me for six decades now, she was bound to me in childhood. I’ve come to think of her more of a sibling than a familiar.” Volnos couldn’t remember life without Fen by his side. Having a Familiar was becoming more and more common for the children in his Tribe. 

“Have you had your familiar long? Did thou call for one or was one bound to thyself by a bearer of magic? Please forgive me I am still unsure of how these are done on the surface.”

[volnos]

efraincrayhorn‌:

“You’re welcome.” Efrain nodded along to Volnos’ introduction, mind elsewhere, but the man’s quip about dating startled a smile from him. His own name didn’t allow much room for nicknames, though he supposed if he had been ‘Arophanis’ for his entire life ‘Aro’ would have been a possibility. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but then again everything still felt raw and new.

 “Uh, noted. Volnos it is then. If it helps, I’m generally Sir Crayhorn and only one of my friends is allowed to call me ‘honeybee’ so I can relate somewhat.” 

No crisis appeared to be imminent and so Efrain allowed himself to relax. “What have you observed?” He asked. “I’m here seeking a way to fix this, though I admit I’m getting more questions than I am answers through my exploration and research.”

Across the bar, Onius rattled about doing whatever it was that Onius generally did when not frantically searching for tally mark real estate. A moment later, he slapped down another pint of ale before bustling off once more. “I think that one is meant for you. He doesn’t really ask if you want anything before doing it.”

Volnos hadn’t met many people of nobility on the surface. Though why would he? It wasn’t like he wasn’t some kind of Triton  ambassador to the surface, though that sounded like a pretty nice job. He’d inquire about it if or when he got home. Sir Cryhorn was a man of research as well, though Volnos was trying to find a way out here he knew that this may be beyond his own abilities. Perhaps divine intervention from The Great Old One would be his only means of escape. Volnos took out his notebook from his bag and placed it on the table. “Forgive me Sir Cryhorn, it’s written in Primordial. My written common is a few centuries out of date.”

Volnos flipped past sketches and notes of Khaggon, forest creatures and interesting people he’d met from his years on the surface. He stopped at the recent pages. “Quite honestly the town’s a mess architecturally it doesn’t make much sense to me there isn’t a uniform look like in Khaggon or Arx” He took a few sips of his drink while Fen talked for him giving Onius a nod of thanks 

Volnos gestured to a few of his sketches of the city that he’d done in his spare time. “The matter of how I got here too was quite...unsettling.” Volnos hadn’t felt an uneasiness like that in his life and he didn’t wish to repeat it ever again. “The people here are quite odd too,more odd than normal surface folk.  I asked a few who was the current ruler and they all had different answers for me. Af if they don’t know what’s been going on outside the walls.”

[volnos]

Jason Momoa behind the scenes of “Aquaman”

[volnos]

efraincrayhorn‌:

When suddenly confronted with the stranger, and his mimicking and speaking owl, it took Efrain a long moment to unfreeze. Not because of the owl, nor even because of the large triton now towering several inches over him, but because the back of his neck perpetually prickled with the feeling of someone watching him in this town and a slightest breeze could set him on edge. Still, the man’s explanation was not beyond the realm of possibility. He’d heard of the defense of the town and how any citizen, or those kidnapped, would simply reappear at random if they attempted to flee. He could have done without the fright of him appearing so close, but he doubted that startling him had been the triton’s intention. It could have been worse: the man could have landed on top of him and then this conversation would have been far less dignified. 

“Apologies,” he finally said and allowed his hand to drop away from his blade. He glanced from the man to his owl before sweeping him from head to toe curiously. He didn’t seem worse for wear, appeared to be built not unlike a warrior, and his wits seemed to be about him still. Perhaps he was a fresh face in Dasratsel. “I’m not trapped here as you are, but the town has a way of making everything, like you said, foul. I’m jumpier as of late.” He offered the stranger an apologetic smile before reclaiming his barstool. The barkeep had disappeared someplace, perhaps in search of a space for a tally, but he’d surely be back. 

“I suppose there isn’t much by way of enjoyment here to raise your spirits,” he said in an attempt to change the subject and perhaps lighten the mood, though he wasn’t sure if he succeeded or made it gloomier. “I apologize again for you won’t find me much better, though I’ll endeavor not to skewer you at the very least. My name is Efrain.”

“Many thanks sir, for not stabbing me!” Volnos moved away and sat on the bar stool next to Efrain. He was here now he may as well take a rest. It was nice to talk to a normal person.  “Thou is so lucky not to be trapped here.” Volnos let out a sigh of relief when the rapier was put away. This town had really done a number on him he was pretty exhausted from trying to escape. He wondered why someone would willingly come here, Volnos assumed the place looked pretty eerie from the outside. “There are things to do I suppose, books to read, information to gather. Though the people here are so...odd. I didn’t think the surface could get so strange but here we are.” Volnos though he best introduce himself.  “Oh I’m Volnos Bhehnelmath by the way. Vol only if we’re dating, Mr. Bhenhnelmath is my father. Nice to meet you. even if I scared you half to death. It happens more often than you think actually.”

[volnos]

Jason Momoa for Men’s Health UK

[volnos]

xiketic‌:

       Brows furrowed together momentarily before reaching over to pat the head of Fen which only lasted for a second before Quoth nipped at his ear. With a yelp his hand quickly withdrew and a glare was cast towards his own familiar - always embarrassing he was. In times of need he offered sarcastic commentary unless heavily scolded and demanded and the raven went out of his way to put him in situations such as this. But why, oh why was he so keen on this owl?        “I–I think these two were friends in one time or another. He basically dragged me over here so these two can chat!” He laughed with discomfort before nodding towards a nearby bench. “Care to sit and chat while these two cause their own sort of mayhem?”        At that idea Quoth shrilled with delight, his onyx feathers fluffing up in hopes the Triton would agree all the while his black beady eyes fixated onto the smaller owl named Fen.

Fen had been bound to him since he’d been a child. Volnos didn’t know much of her past but if the two had known each other in some sort of past life Volnos wouldn’t deny her of a reunion. “I don’t mind having a chat while they do..whatever they do.” Volnos replied as Fen nuzzled against him in thanks. “Though I must warn you, Fen is my voice so I won’t be much for verbal conversation. Apologies, you may get a light headache.”  Volnos dismissed Fen as she fluttered off to play with Quoth. His awakend mind came in handy for situations like this, unfortunately it only worked one way.  “I guess I should introduce myself, I am Volnos Bhehnelmath. Volnos is fine, never Vol unless we’re dating.” Volnos cocked a brow. “And your name is?”

[volnos]

vedalkenrevinell‌:

Time: Afternoon

Location: Dasratsel, any street

Status: Open

This was probably the fifth time this had happened. Revinell had walked to the limits of this new city, was able to take a few steps out, and found himself right back in it, a new place each time. This time, he found himself on a street, a deep frown on his face as he crossed his arms. This was clearly the most frustrated he had been…in years, though he didn’t know if the person he had appeared in front of was aware of that

“I do not suppose you know how to get out of this city? I am needed elsewhere.”

Volnos had been thoroughly confused about the whole city situation he’d been documenting as much as he could. These particular surface dwellers had some very strange customs and he didn’t like them one bit. The place could do with some remodeling, everywhere was mismatch of architecture and it was making his sketches of the city look hideous. So far he had found no sign of Triton architecture the luminescence would have really brightened the place up. Volnos grinned when he saw Revinell. Finally a friendly face.  “Oh Revinell, art thou trapped in this fiendish city too?” Seeing him brought a little comfort, at least he wasn’t trapped here alone. “Art thou hurt? I have some bandages if you needeth them.”

[volnos]

[volnos]

fists-of-flame‌:

Date: October 16th Location: Dasratsel Time: Late afternoon Status: Open

The manor.

It was the one place Jax hadn’t gone inside yet. He would be loath to admit it, but he was afraid to go inside. It was huge and imposing, and with the other things Jax had seen so far in this place, he wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about the prospect of what could be in a place as massive as that. One could get lost in there. Maybe for a very, very long time… The thought filled Jax’s gut with anxiety and dread. He stood a good distance away, but he could still see the dwarf standing guard at the door. He couldn’t see the expression on his face from where he stood, but he could only guess that he had the same blank looks that everyone else in this town had. Involuntarily, a shiver ran down Jax’s spine.

Glancing around, he noticed someone coming up from behind and instinctively, he tensed up, but just barely resisted the urge to pull out his quarterstaff strapped to his back. The figure approaching seemed more alert, more aware of their surroundings. It was definitely a bad idea to go in alone. Maybe they could go in together. “Hey,” he called out. “Planning on going in there too? Maybe we can stick together. Probably real easy to get lost in there… and I really don’t want to get lost in there.”

Volnos had spent the night sleeping in a pond in someones back yard. His body clock was messed up from whatever was going on here. Taking a snooze in a someone eases body of water, though not always legal gave him a little bit of comfort. When he finally dragged himself out of the water after a good nights sleep he lifted his bag and walked around in the sun trying to get himself somewhat dry.  He was still somewhat soggy, well soggier than usual, by the time he stumbled upon the manor. He saw a man standing outside the manor. They looked to be somewhat alarmed so Volnos decided to investigate.  “Oh Good morrow! I was just passing honestly, but you seem like a nice fellow and this does look like an awfully spooky house.” Volnos weighed his options.  Fen gave Jax a reassuring hoot and turned her head 180 degrees in an attempt to make him laugh. “I guess I can come with thou! It’s not like I’m able to leave anyway.”