The Storm King's Thunder

Red, Green and Red Again.

It was a few weeks before we made it to Daggerford, and after asking for directions - we eventually found a guild. Walking in, there were a few people around with a man behind the counter, he pointed me to the door with a red triangle on it. Walking through there was a board where 5 others were looking at the 'rumored requests'. Looking over the board, there were only 3 requests. One to be a Chauffeur/Bodyguard for someone, One about a town overrun with Goblins, and one about Falling Rocks from the sky. As I reached for the one about the town overrun with goblins, the paper had been snatched up by a dark, tall man with light red skin, his hood was up but his horns made him look just a little bit more intimidating. I had rarely seen anyone with colorful skin like me, and it threw me off a bit and made me jump a bit. Luckily, there were multiple flyers beneath the first, and I, too, grabbed one and looked it over.

"How are there rumors of falling rocks? I feel like people would know if that's true or not" said a tall man in black and gold robes with pale almost glowing skin, making him look almost unreal. His silvery blond hair only adding to the imagery in my mind of an angel. Like if you were to touch him, he might disappear like a dream.

"I've heard rumors of them, but I dismissed them immediately." A woman with flowing brown hair and fiery green eyes said aloud, basically being ignored by everyone except this taller woman, with dark armor and weapons all over her. Her hair was a black as Alistair's feathers and her piercing eyes told me of a pain. Her smile was ferocious, but beautiful as she acknowledged that she had spoken.

"Can I take multiple quests?" asks a man also in armor, his shaggy brown hair covering part of his face. Though his face had some marks of war including an eye patch and a dastardly looking scar on his cheek, but he wore his confidence as boldly as he wore his cape. He was older than me, and I found myself in awe of his confidence.

"No, there are multiple people who need quests." called the man closest to the board, looking almost impatient.

Clearing his throat, and looking around at all of us, the ethereal man in robes spoke up "I feel like the falling rock situation is above our pay grade but I'm down to.."

"I'm down to fuck up some goblins or walk with a dude, I don't give a fuck." The man in the armor cut him off.

"Those two do look the most simple." Robed man replied.

"I'm no geomancer." Said the Taller woman with the pained eyes. "Rocks ain't my forte. Unless they're being launched by someone whose head I can cut off, I ain't interested."

"Hmm.." The red man muttered to himself while looking over the request. "We all know how these wealthy adventurers act, do you really want to endure that torture?" He said as he looked up over the rest of us.

Each of us grabs one of the Nightstone Goblin Inspection flyers and heads to the counter, each of us sizing up the other as we go. My eye keeps landing on the red skinned fellow, mostly because almost everyone around us also is looking as him in shock, horror or disgust. I can't see any reason for that, though.

As we get to the counter, the armored man rings the bell and a slender man, pretty well dressed with multiple rings on his fingers comes to the window and straightens his tie with a small smile on his face. He seems like he might be a welthier man, maybe even a noble with the way he carries himself.

"Have you decided on a quest?" He asks us, as if we were a group. Which I mean we must have looked like we traveled together, as we were talking together at the board, and we walked here together, and we all grabbed the same flyer.

The robed man spoke up for all of us "Yeah, I think we're going to take care of the Goblin Situation."

Giving us each the eye, the man at the window asked: "And you all will be participating in this mission?"