Possibly Giants?

Plenty of jobs come off the guild of explorer's notice board, but this one didn't even make it that far. Each of you, for your own reasons, were in the guildhall when a field hand, no older than 15 winters comes in, describing hedge rows stomped, fences knocked over, crops trampled, cattle mangled in the last week. Heavy summer storms in the area and the rocky, hilly terrain masks most of the tracks, but the consensus among the farming village of Brooksmouth is giants, perhaps some advance guard of Dran or Bludgun readying for an invasion! *gasp* The town pooled it's money for a small, but respectable bounty and sent the boy to post the contract.

First come, first serve and now for love of coin, a sense of duty, or hatred of boredom, you all find yourselves in a steam-driven river skiff heading upriver to the giant-plagued village of Brooksmouth. The summer is in full force and fighting the mosquitos and heat, you all find yourselves on deck with the field hand, who goes by the name of Panzra, willing to answer any questions while he sits in a coil of rope and attempts to sew a patch into one of the tears in a spare shirt with a needle and thread.

Kroth enjoys the coin of course, but its also the fame. Kroth, giantkiller. It sort of rolls off the tongue doesn't it. So he is all ready to go, its not like he travels with a heavy load anyhow.

Sounds like it is Hammer Time. So the rather large cleric of Angoron was happy to volunteer. Yngvild nods to those she knows, which is pretty much just Kroth and casts a look up at the Giantborn. Born to colder climes and in her full plate she does not seem to be enjoying the head, sweat beading on her brow as she clanks towards the rail and hopefully a bit of cool breeze.

Stirling does work for the sake of work... and the coins don't hurt either. He sits on the deck with a dismantled deathray, cleaning the parts along with all kinds of shells and small rockets lying next to him that can be loaded into it. He's preparing his inventory of destruction, he won't be without at least 3 ways to blow something up.

Schneider was at the Guild on a whim; he doesn't normally come there, but it was an amazing chance that he /was/ there, and he decided to take the job because it sounded interesting. He's cool enough despite the heat, because he's just wearing the loincloth, and for some reason, the bugs aren't bothering him at all. The breeze blows back his long hair dramatically. "So, a Dranei advance guard?" he asks by way of question. "Has anyone seen then at all? How many? ANd human, giantborn, or what?"

"Nope, can't say anybody has. Elkram the town drunk said he saw it carried 4 giant swords, one in each arm! ...but he also said he saw a dragon pooping emeralds in the woods once. It only moves around at night and it's been pretty stormy the last few days, just now drying out. But there are big footprints here and there. The Yulgin brothers turnips and barley crop is half ruined, they might have to sell their extra horse, if any of you want to buy one." Panzra answers in a rather long winded manner as he focuses mostly on his needlework, though he spares plenty of curious looks at Scheider's arsenal and Yngvild's hammer given the chance.

Kroth is armed with nunchucks, you know, sticks held together by a chain. He sits and listens as folks ask questions and try to figure out what it is on the trip. He will jus twait and see how it goes when they get there.

Yngvild takes a long swallow from a waterskin, then sprinkles some of her face, pale skin already redenning under the sun's glare. She turns her gaze to the lad and offers a smile that does little to soften the hard lines of her face "How big?" she asks simply in a low rumble of a voice.

Schneider has only the greatsword at his hip for a weapon, and the strange mask he's wearing, but it is a very cool sword. "No one's actually seen these guys? Well, if it leaves tracks, we can track it." He ahems. "Not me, of course. But lots of people can track stuff...."

Stirling screws one of the four barrels onto his deathray and, carefully reassembling and moving every piece as he does so and finaly loads the shells and rockets into his bandolier and belt. "Do we know what kind of giant? Helps to know the best way to take it down." he's treating this like a big game hunt.