You are summoned to the court of Baron Leonas, ruler of the Free Realm of Caldamis, as he needs their aid in order to help the people in the distant village of Brookhollow. All sorts of adventures have been summoned to the court.

You have arrived at Castle Calda, a great stone keep whose spires rise so high as to almost touch the clouds themselves. Surrounded by the city of Calda and ruled over by Baron Leonas -- lord of the Free Realm of Caldamis. But on the far and wild edges of Caldamis, terror has risen. The Baron has put out a call for skilled adventurers and would-be heroes to come to his court at Castle Calda and pledge their aid the people of Brookhollow.

Thusly, you find yourself standing beside a motley collection of strange wanderers who have answered the Baron Leonas’s call. In his court, surrounded by nobles, the Baron presents himself to you and makes his offer. “Goodly beings of Caldamis,” his bright blue eyes and gentle smile reflect warmth, sincerity, and a genuine concern for his people. “I thank you for coming so quickly. I will speak plainly, for time is of the essence. Far away from this capitol city of Calda, beyond the Wildling Wood and on the edges of my realm, the village of Brookhollow which lies beneath the shadow of Dragon Spire Mountain is besieged by a strange miasma. It’s people grow ill and its crops wither. As summer now turns to fall, I fear that if the source of this lingering evil is not discovered, they will not survive the coming winter. Will you not aid me? Aid my people? I besiege you, cross the Windling Wood and help the villagers of Brookhollow cure themselves of this evil. Should you accept this quest, you will have my blessing and should you succeed, I will offer you rewards of renown and, if necessary, gold."

“What say you? Will you save the innocent people of Brookhollow?”

The many attendants and nobles in the throne room lean in, listening for your response. Their nervousness and concern evident.

 The idea of being summoned by the Baron, was almost more then Hamlin could contemplate. He was the son of simple, His father a Hunter of some renown. His mother also an accomplished hunter, but also a skinner of animal hides

 When the word had gone out that the Baron , had summoned all able bodied persons to court, in defense of the realm. His parents where at first reluctant to send their youngest son away, but as loyal subjects, sent Hamlin they did.


 Hamlin had arrived at the city, garbed as a country bumpkin that he was. Garbed in animal skins, with moccasins   his feet. He was armed with nothing more then a short bow, with a quiver of arrows over his back ,And a sharp skinning knife . He had a few camping items with him, with two days rations.

 He with many others, where directed by mailed sentries towards the castle. Hamlin's neck grew sore by gawking, at the the strange sights and sounds.

Once gathered with the many others so summoned, where before a man, Hamlin assumed was the Baron. The Barone had his say, as Hamlin in the back of the crowd craned to see and hear.

 After being told of tale of woe, of some place called Brookhollow. A question was put to those gathered. Hamlin remained silent, to see what others said.
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The Squire was rubbing his tired feet with a rag.
He had been moving from inn to tavern, scouring every drinking place in the the city of Calda, without being able to find Sire.
Where, oh where can he be, the Squire wondered, when, all of a sudden he saw some words on the rag.
He painstakingly read them - for the Sire had taught the Squire to read, so the servant could narrate nice stories when it came time for the master's to go sleep.
That is how the Squire found out about Baron Leonas' call for brave souls to come to the court.
A reinvigorated Squire wiped the grime from his feet off the summons, pulled his ragged pants up and tightened their string, slipped his heavy rucksack on, and raced off towards Castle Calda.

"Have you seen my Sire? My Sire, have you seen him?", he asked the mailed sentries, and the skilled adventurers, and the would-be heroes: "He is named Sir Robin!"
And he showed to all the crest on his Sire's big shield, the one he lugged around all the time.
But no one answered the young skinny Goblin.

Thusly, Squire walked through the motley collection of strange wanderers, trying to find his master. Then he heard the Baron talk of Brookhollow and rewards of renown.
Of course, that is where Sir Robin must have gone.
But, where is this place, how to get there and serve Master?

The many attendants and nobles seem to be of no help, as they just wait, nervous and concerned.
Oh, that man, there, that rich man with moccasins on his feet!
He too seems to be looking around, ready to set out for this Brookhollow.
The Squire slipped up to the main, carrying his heavy shield, with the beautiful crest of a Black Chicken on Green Checkers:
"Excuse me, master, do you know the way to his Brookhollow? I must join my Sire there, and could clean your clothes and cook your meals while you journey there."
He grinned, lots of teeth between two oversized bat ears.

Raska fled the places where he spent most of his life after other smugglers started getting caught or killed. He was not sure who or why decided to exterminate them, one day he just felt that he could die, packed all he had and moved away.

He walked for many weeks and suddenly every town crier started announcing that Baron Leonas is looking for adventurers and in every tavern Raska saw people that discussed whether they should answer the call.

The task must have been dangerous since only the skilled adventurers were called, but the pay should be good and Raska did not have much money left.

He did not like the baron's request. "Miasma?", he thought, "I can't pierce that with my spear, what does he want me to do? And it also causes illness? I don't want to become ill and die". But after the baron mentioned Brookhollow on the opposite edge of the realm, he cheered up, "I could just flee further into that direction", he was afraid that smuggler hunters might have decided to pursue him, "I hope that the baron gives some of the money upfront. Then I could just cross this country's border at Brookhollow and move further if I don't like what I see there"

There was a slight tremmer under foot as the crowd parted slightly to allow a huge Armour played Karhu to step before the baron.....

His muzzle was scared and his Armour dented from battle and his enormous warhammer was strapped across his back.

He was big even when he was on all fours but as he got to the front of the group he stood his shadow falling across the baron and gathered nobles " I am oberon of the Karhu I will aid you in your endeavours but tell me do we bring just weapons to this party or will we have wagons of supplies for the villagers, as you say winter will be upon us soon and illness or not if they cannot gather in the harvest they will all surely die. I will offer you my hammer and my claw but only if the villagers are tended for at the same time"

The Squire was impressed by the size and fierce demeanour of the Karhu.
But, just like Moccassin-feet and Spear-Piercer, Dented-Armor did not have a shield.
Which is why they did not have squires... sad.

The baron hears the roar of the karhu and lifts his hand to hush the crowd.

"Mighty Karhu. I thank you for your help in this situation. I will give you and any other heroes provisions to reach Brookhollow. I also need you follow up on another matter Sir Robin was sent before this and he has not gotten message back to us. Please look for Sir Robin on your way to Brookhollow. Are there no others who will heed the call?"

Some of the people in the crowd fall a hush, "Sir Robin is missing?"

Raska moves closer to the baron and asks, "How much are you willing to pay for such a dangerous task? You say this Sir Robin went missing after you sent him there, so it is possible that we will never return. Maybe you could pay us at least something in advance so we could prepare better and send some of the money to our families since we might never see them again".

OOC: Go ahead and make a roll for that Raska. In this case if you have charismatic you gain advantage.