C.A.R.P.S.

[Rooks Reayvalynn]

Two small ponies each bearing a non-human of smaller stature comes trotting into town. Each pony is heavily weighed down with a series of packs strapped to them with a wide assortment of gear. Upon closer inspection it is clear one is a Guthrie and the other is a Gnome. Upon even further inspection these two can be recognized by some as Breasil the Guthrie, and Snipples the Gnome. Both look very well dressed but the effects of a long trek can be seen as dust and dirt has collected on some of their things. The both scurry down from their steeds and converse with each other in tones load enough for all to hear.
The giddy looking gnome tweaks at his nipples and chuckles “Hehehe… yup Brea, I’m sure this is it… but it seems the soldiers have taken over the old tavern… Silver Rose huh… presumptuous at worst… I say its time to see if there are any faces left we recognize in the town.”
The Guthrie adjusts his stylish hat and makes for the inn leading his pony “Yes my friend, a fine wine would do well after the long trek. We will most likely find the people we are looking for here, or at least others who can fulfill the aid we need.”
“Hehe… Brea, you act like you don’t already know who we’ll find here, hehehehe!”
“Snips like I told you, the stars show this is the best place for us to take up residence in this endeavor, I did not specifically see who would be able to help us.”
The pair enter the inn and look around. They wave a welcome to any who would remember them and order a pair of wines from Sylas behind the bar.
The gnome pulls a stool away from the bar and scrambles up to stand on it “I am Snipples, of the former Cross Skull, this is my partner Breasil. Some of you know me, many of you don’t, so to all of you others it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance hehehe! We are here on a mighty mission against the forces of darkness of the red tear. A time of great change has come unto their ranks as seen by my friend here hehehe! The Great mage Regal Has recently fled the ranks for reasons unknown to us, but this has left a powerful vacuum in their ranks and we intend to take advantage of it. We are preparing to strike against the Red Tier in very focused, pre-determined attacks but are in need of able bodied beings to assist us in this strike. We have once again found ourselves without companions and hope to find willing help here amongst you all.”
Brea speaks up “What my friend says is true, we are experienced in these endeavors. Should it be wished our history is quite well known to some and at request I would be more than happy to tells the tale of all we have seen. We are here to stand against this great evil as we did in the last essence war… and if that doesn’t peak your interest… nothing should. We will be setting up an encampment in the very near future… as soon as we identify the land we have been allowed. We will be happy to answer any questions you all have for us.”
Snipples lets Breasil push his stool back over to the bar where they both order and start to eat a small meal.

[Darthesis]

*** Darthesis speaks from one corner of the Inn.

Interesting, word of our arrival back at Midway has spread quickly. I know not who you are working for or why but you can guess that my services are available for the right price. Let me know if you desire guarantees of success in you plans.

That is indeed interesting news about Regal, many have pondered his status within the Red Tear, well know we know... a small bit.

[Sylas Hay]

*Sylas drags his feet as he walk tiredly to the cellar, retrieves two bottles of fine wine and brings them back absently setting them on the table*

"I have a Dwarven Hangover and I have to admit I havent the slightest idea why your here, or what you just said.....
..and no more yelling please.

..why are you here?"