Poljen waves one hand, then quickly returns it to the reins of the beast he is riding and heads for the clearing. He mutters to it, though over the wind rushing past it probably can not hear him. "Come on, then. And go easy on me," he implores it as he tries to land without hurting himself or the creature.
Once down he dismounts and looks for something to tie the reins to and then approaches whichever guard giant appears to be in charge. He calls out in Giant, "I am Poljen, son of Nels! The last of the Snow Leopards! I bring news of Blagothkus and Esclarotta! I wish to speak to your people!" He remains a respectful distance until told or beckoned forward. His sword hangs at his left hip, while his shield and great axe are strapped across his back.
Out of Character: : Going to roll Animal Handling, and hope I don't bomb it…
Tazskan, also finds his own (Lockable) apartment in the castle. With bed, chest of draws, wooden lockable chest, and retreat furnished with books and works of art.
While he is waiting on the outcome of Poljen's venture, he decides to train with his two-handed sword. In the armory.
He strengthens a wooden post, with some of the left over guards armor. Then commences to stab and slash, away at the 6 foot high wooden post. Until, his tired getting a good workout in the process.
Out of Character: I've updated Tazskan's character sheet name now. To better, reflect his Dragonborn clan (Daardendrien) (Which exists in Faerun), having an allegiance with the Dragonborn Paladin order, Platinum Cadre. If he finds paintings of bronze and or platinum dragons, he will decorate his room with them.
Edited: anronrosby on 23rd Jan, 2018 - 12:58pm
One of the sentries slowly approaches Poljen. The man is around nine paces in height, and with the bulk to match. His skin is a very light greyish green. Storm giants are known as the greatest of the Jotun, it is not difficult to imagine why, even after your time spent among depictions of their Cloud Giant cousins.
Grounding his spear, a shaft of iron as thick as poljen's upper arm, the giant flicks his fingers, evoking a small sprite into being. The little bead of light sputters and jerks around, as volatile in nature as the electricity forming it. A few moments later, it speeds off, making an unsteady path towards the largest building in the stedding.
The sentry then addresses the last of the Snow Leapords in a booming voice, "Greetings to the son of Nels. I am Aigdus, son of Nabar. Your request to speak with our elders will be considered."
"While we wait, you speak of the royal line of skyreach. They were respected members of the ordning. I would know what news you could bring of them almost a year after their fall."
Velon hears the alarm sound and rushes to the battlements to see what is coming. He cannot believe the size of the bird and it’s rider and ponders whether it is friend or foe. He hopes it is not trouble with Poljen gone and their castle defenses not fully in place.
Out of Character: . Not sure what roll you’d want to identify this, so I’ll just start with a d20 roll.
Lawrance rushes to the battlements as well, at the announced warning, eyes wide upon seeing the marvelous mount of the giant! With a bit of thought, he reviews what he knows of the winged creature, calling out "I don't think we need to consider ourselves hidden anymore! Make sure you don't point anything sharp at the bird, hmm?" Judging the range to the scout, Lawrance moves along the wall to get even closer.
Specific Action: Arcana, History and whatever works to get more information. History to aid Velon, as well (+3 and advantage).
Lawrance and Velon are reasonably confident the creature soaring towards them is a Thunderbird. Magnificent creatures, known for their ability to channel the winds and lightning of a storm when prompted.
It does indeed appear to be a storm giant riding it.