Many people come to the city from far and wide, some remain outside, trying to eke a living from the soil. While others venture into the city, hoping to find fame and fortune.
(If you are coming into the city, leaving the city or just wandering the area outside the city, this is the place to be. This thread takes place within a mile or so of the walls of the city. It also takes the place of using the "Elsewhere" thread when wandering the surrounding countryside.)
[The (1) in the title refers to the fact that this is the first BtW thread since the new boards were opened. For a review of the previous thread, click here.]
*Brodda smiles for Bedne*
"Thank yeh."
*She turns back to Shad.*
"Kenna? Ah'm hoopin' that beforre this is doone that she cin be helped. With the cup in the rright hands, maybe its prroperrties cin be discoverred and she cin be healed of herr madness and herr physical deterriorration."
*When Shad asks about getting his brother healed, she turns to look at Bedne thoughtfully.*
"Yeh knoow, therre's this lady Ah've hearrd aboout in the city. She heals ferr free. Ah doon't knoow if this is within herr capabilities, but its wherre Ah woould starrt."
Ah. Yes, we will try her. What did you say her name was again?
"Natala was the name Ah'd hearrrd. Now that yeh mention it, Ah was thinkin' of payin' herr a visit too."
*Her eyes become a bit distant as she recalls the knife found with the cup in Kenna's things that was said to be Natala's.*
Finishes his bread and cheese and gets up to shake the crumbs out of the blanket and head on his way
"Aye! That's soounds perrfect!"
*She begins putting things back into the picnic basket, singing a dwarvish children's song about the treasures of friendship and precious metals. The boys help and fold the blanket, and they head back toward the gate, Brodda still singing, though she's changed to a song about ale in Common.*
[to Elsewhere]
*after walking the horses through the streets, they leave through the south gate*
*once out, Shae mounts her horse and waits for them to do the same*
Ennorath is to the southwest. We may have to go a while between towns. When I made the trip here, I was willing to go out of my way to get to a town, I'd rather not do that this time.
I'm really not sure. It's close to a week to walk. I'm hoping that the horses will get us there much faster.
However, we may have to skirt the forest just outside Ennorath. It can be a very dangerous place. Especially now that the rainy season has just ended.
Oh, where be ye going?
Said the knight on the road,
I be going to school,
Said the boy as he stood.
And he stood and he stood
And 'twas well that he stood,
I be going to school,
Said the boy as he stood.
Oh what do ye there?
Said the knight on the road,
I read from my book
Said the boy as he stood.
And he stood and he stood
And 'twas well that he stood,
I read from my book,
Said the boy as he stood.
...
*smiles at Amarandios, grateful for the song to interrupt any thoughts of anything bad happening to Kywyn or Dak*
"Well Hodge, once we get this done, in a few days there oughta be enough fish fer both of us to enjoy whenever we want! Hows that sound boyo?"
Burleg contiues to lay the dam out, and Hodge responds with a swish of his tail..
"This'll be a chore indeed Hodge!"
Burleg wipes his hands and gets to work. Hodge is grazing in the field down from the cave, oblivious to Burleg's mumblings
.oO(These rocks are much bigger than me gems.. Should have paid more attention to things when I was home!!)
The figure looks into the pond revealing a reflection of a slender elf in dark and tattered attire
*his eyes wander up toward his masked face*
*lightly touches the metallic mask*
Memories
Blacksmith "Now yer sayin yer wants a mask in a shapes of a skull...from the bridge of yer nose on down eh?
Kai nods
Blacksmith *rubs his chin* "Now I makes its my business not to knows yer business...but this...."
Kai pulls down the scarf revealing his face, the blacksmith's eyes widen and takes a step back
Blacksmith "Thats a...thats yer face eh......how in bloodys name did yer get yer bloo-"
[i]Kai quickly draws his dagger and throws it, piercing the wall near the blacksmith's head[i/]
Blacksmith *looks at the dagger* "I..I apologize bout that sir...now the mask wont be easy, yer see...it will take some time..."
Kai walks to the wall and yanks the dagger out of the wall then places 25 gold pieces on the counter and looks to the Blacksmith
Blacksmith "Well sir...we got a deal..."
Kai begins to walk closer to the city, as soon as the city walls come into sight he stops
*looks up at the sun then back at the city*
Not yet...
In one swift motion Kai jumps up to grab hold of a branch and pulls himself up. He then sits on the branch and leans up against the tree. A calm breeze stirs his tattered scarf which sways at his side
.oO(Alright now.. Pay them crooked clerks and get back to yer hole. Let's see now... A goat er two, some more lumber, another keg, cheese..)
His list goes on for quite a while as he bumps along at a snails pace. Hodge is obviosly not in a hurry...
*Pulls out a rope and hook from inside the sack he is carrying*
Avoiding the city gates, Kai made his way for the South East wall. As soon as he cleared the last tree, he bagan to sprint towards the wall
*looks up the wall assuring no gaurds have yet caught sight of him*
With a heavy thud, Kai bangs up against the wall and attempts to control his breathing. Moments passed in silence as Kai listened for the lookouts footsteps
*Stomp* *Stomp* *Stomp*Skinny Lookout "Out there...I saw something moving out there.... "
Burly Lookout *peers into the darkness* "I dont see anything"
Skinny Lookout "Im telling you! There was someone or something moving out there you big oaf"
*Slaps his companions head*Burly Lookout "Shut your mouth! Come on no one is out there, now hurry up we have to make our rounds"
*Tap Tap Tap*
As the lookouts began to walk further on down the wall Kai exhaled softly. After a few mintues Kai backed up from the wall and began to spin the rope and grappling hook, with just enough strength he launched the hook up the wall. Pulling back until the hook was stuck, Kai made his climb up the wall
Once Kai made it too the top he quickly began to bring the rope up. Stuffing the rope and hook back into the sack Kai crouched down and observed for lookouts. Disapering into the shadows, he made his way for the latter taking him down to the street
[Elsewhere]
Originally posted by Burleg Kharn
His list goes on for quite a while as he bumps along at a snails pace. Hodge is obviosly not in a hurry...
As Burleg and Hodge slowly plod down the path a human steps backwards out of the woods to the left of the path. A bow in his hands and an arrow pulled back tightly. Unknowingly the man steps out in front of Hodge and stops for a moment firing the arrow. Soon after a roar can be heard from deeper in the forest. As an unseen creature comes crashing towards the path as the unknown man begins to notch a second arrow to his bow.
Burleg's words fall short as Hodge catches a glimps or sniff of the beast the man is firing at and darts away down the path. Burleg falls off his seat into the back of the cart, then rolls off with a 'plop' on the path.. He is up quickly, axe in hand. The man fires his second arrow, and Burleg sees what at. A large bear, no Owl, maybe some sort of grusom combination of the two is chasing after the man with an arrow sticking out of it. Burleg jumps to the man's aid, swinging a mighty stroke with his axe.
With Burleg's negotiation skills hitting rock bottom he swings again.
"And that's what yee get fer messin with me! Oh wait hmmm.. poor fellah should stick to huntin pheasant or rabbits.."
Burleg bends down and lays his hands on the man. The man's wounds heal slightly.
Cast Cure Light Wounds
Is it dead?
~Tensek gains 5 hp putting him at 3~
Burleg begins draggin, or trying to drag the beast off his axe
Thanks for the help...
You speak my tongue? Well now that is a good thing indeed!!
"What are yeh doin there with that claw?"
A Dwarf raised me since I was young... He taught me all he knew and than some.
It's a trophy....
This beast robbed me of my original quarry. Might as well take a trophy from it's hide...
I do not blame you. I would do the same. What were you hunting?
I was hunting a deer buck. Needed some food...
The antlers would have made a fine prize as well...
Burleg laughs and slaps the man on the back.
My name is Burleg Kharn, Miner and Traveler, well met!!
Absentmindedly Tensek rips the arrows from the beast checking to see if they're reusable finding they aren't he tosses them onto the beast.
Now let's find your cart!
Tensek begins scannign the area for cart tracks and nods down the path.
Looks like your burrow went that way.
"He's a fine beast.. A bit skiddish I suppose but who can blame him!"
After a while they find Hodge grazing in an opening 50 or so yards down the path.
"Here's my boy.. "
He scratches Hodges belly and grabs from the cart a small sack tossing it to Tensek.
"His name is Hodge. Hodge this is Tensek, Hunter and tracker. Harharharhar! That's my boy.. "
Tensek finds a few small rolls and some bits of dried meat in the sack. Burleg nods for him to eat up and grabs Hodge's reins and they walk on down the path.
Greetings Hodge.
Catching the sack Tensek begins eating ravenously. As the trod along After eating a roll and some meat Tensek puts the bag down
Thank you for the food Burleg.
As the cart rolls on Tensek watches the woods carefully his bow and an arrow in his hands. The man looks as if he is ready to jump from the cart at a moment's notice.
Burleg notices the man's actions and raises his eyebrows.
"You been livin in fear or been hunted er somthin?"
Just keeping an eye out for any game.
"I ain't to keen on a couple places in town.. We'll have to figure out where to go!"
For drinking? Any place that serves ale is good to go to.
The two travel along for another hour or two and reach the city.
To Elsewhere>>>
*Jaer and Anaya walk up to his camp and rest after a long days travel*
*she changes into her elven form and sits by a tree*
*they talk for a while and after resting and eating they divy out the coin they got from the gnome*
(Jaer gets 11pp, 39gp, 102sp, and 80cp)
We can sell the chainshirt and the sword at the armory, though I'm not sure how much we'll get for it. The ring and the earring as well as the bracers don't seem to be worth much of anything, but I can check to amke sure if they would be worth anything.
*she picks up the stone wrapped in the linen and looks at the black surface*
I'm not sure about this.
*she chants a few words and waves her hand over the items as well as the pearl to see if any of it is magical*
*she holds the black pearl up and stares into the surface*
.oO(Just like in the dream...the darkness..)
*she stays quiet for a while and then places the pearl back in the clothe*
You can sell all of it if you don't want anything in particular, but I would like to hold onto the pearl if it is alright with you.
*Jaer sits down and renews his fire~pit. Blight curls up next to him. Jaer waits a while to regain a sense of home to his camp. After an hour he stands up.*
Well, off the city we go? [ooc: If Anaya waits the hour to her or not then to Blight]
*she grabs her bow and her pack and nods to Jaer*
Let's go.
*she lifts the hood of her cloak and begins to head towards the city*
To Elsewhere
.oO(Not much longer) she muses
She looks down once again at the scroll case that carries a letter from father to son.
.oO(At the request of Lord Daeel..... no not like that)
Silmarwen looks further down the path her breastplate barely seen under her cloak, but the gold ring hangs prominently around her neck.
.oO(My lord Thalos grant me the wisedom to chose the right words for this important introduction)
She takes the time to admire the beauty of the countryside as she walks. The colorful wildflowers have the attention of the bees as they fly from flower to flower collecting pollen. The leaves on the trees are now a bright green and the gentle breeze has the limbs dancing lazily. High above soars an eagle scanning and then it dives. Silmarwen hears the splash of water in the distance and then she sees the eagle fly off with a fish.
.oO(He prefers to be called Darkar, I must remember that and not call him by his other name.)
The size of the city soon becomes aparent to her as the walls grow taller as she approaches.
.oO(Such a large place, there is bound to be a temple for Lord Thalos here. I wonder if there are many teachers to learn from? However that will be secondary to advising Darkar. Where did Lord Daeel say I could find him?)
Her thoughts are interupted by the call of the guard
Guard: State yer business.
Silmarwen: I am here to meet with a resisdent of the city, Darkar Shadowood.
The guard writes this information down in the book.
Silmarwen: Could you tell me where to find...
.oO(The Jackals)
...the Jackals.
Guard: Probably near the Palace near the center of the city. Not exactly shure where though.
Silmarwen nods and enters Garic's City
Originally posted by Burleg Kharn
The three travel from Garic's City. Burleg tells stories of his life with his kndred and listens to Tensek's tales of his. They exchange battles, hunts, and adventures. They also spend much time learning lore of the wild from each other. What plants provide nutrients, which are poison, good places for shelter, water and hunting. Though it is only a day away from the walls, the trek to Burleg's mighty keep takes them several as they take thier time, and criss-cross over the countryside
Burleg finds his cave-home much as he left it, though some field mice have made a nest in a sheltered corner.
The two talk, well Burleg does, about his plans for his cave. What he wants to do here and there, while they wait for the stew.
If he goes across the small ridge, it should take him and Tensek little more than a day to reach the entrance from the location of his cave-home.
With a glowing pipe Burleg takes his watch
All hope of sleep is lost in the noise of the aerial combat.
"Well might as well keep movin then.. "
They depart again for the mine
The site appears to be undisturbed since Burleg was last here.
Burleg mumbles a few dwarven curses and, with axe in hand, enters cautiously
Burleg waits as Tensek readies a torch, and then they descend into the deeper parts of the cave, listening for any signs of movement.
Perhaps the denizens still fear to return after the prior rout, or perhaps the survivors died of their wounds. The dwarf will probably never know the answer to that question.
The two get some well needed rest, food and Burleg goes over in his mind how to support the damaged tunnel so they can pass through.
The blockage appears to be deliberate, and not the result of a collapse or instability.
With a wink to Tensek, they clear away enough of the boards and enter into the new tunnel
Leaping and scrambling over the rocks on its four legs, antennae waving, the five foot long armor-plated creature positively drools in eagerness to attack.
Initiative:
Tensek
Monster
Burleg
T:+6 to hit, 1d8x3
B:+8 to hit, 1d12+4x3
Although the wound looks painful, the creature seems completely focused on Burleg, and its antennae lash out at his axe.
The fragile appearance of the antennae belies their power, and the metal of the axe immediately corrodes and falls to pieces.
Burleg's axe, passed down from hand to hand from his family, hundreds of years of heritage, gone in one instant. The dwarf's fury rages and he whips out his heavy pick for a wallop on the creature.
{+8 to hit, 1d6+4x4}
Tensek fires agian glad the dwarf is mad at the monster and not him.
{+6 to hit, 1d8x3}
The drooling freak of nature continues to ignore the leather-clad ranger, its antennae now whipping around to the gorgeous chainshirt on the dwarf.
One brush of the antennae is all it takes, and the metal links crumble from his body.
Burleg's pick buries into the monster, but the metal crumbles away. He has the satisfaction of seeing it does at least leave an oozing wound.
{+4 to hit stone damage??}
Tensek continues his array of arrows
{+6 to hit, 1d8x3}
Tensek is at least ten feet from the monster, and it brushes past Burleg on its way towards him.
Burleg smashes the large rock into the creature's side as it goes past, with a satisfying goosh.
+6 to hit, 1d8x3
Burleg Jumps up from behind and slams at the beast agian
(+4 to hit, damage +4)
It backs up in apparent confusion, and turns to flee. Burleg hits it again with a rock and it begins to stagger away, ichor dripping freely from its several wounds.
Tensek manages a parting shot, and drops it.
For a long moment, the only sound is the breathing of the two rangers.
"I'll be poor company from here on boyo.."
Burleg draws his small pick and dagger and advances, wasting no time, he is extremely steamed, but focuses on the road ahead. He is determined not to leave the cave without something now.
There are piles of wood that were probably the parts of mine carts before the metal bits were eaten, and other evidence of organized mining.
Burleg continues and with a look of confusion and a shake of his head Tensek follows
It is also obvious that there are rich veins of amethysts to be mined, still.
Tensek is gives his usual nod and they continue down the shaft.
Burleg gets to excavating the amethyst
"So, how do you know that no-one owns this mine? What if someone notices you selling amethysts and wonders where they came from?"
Burleg goes to work as best he can with his small pick
Taking this to the cave mouth, where there is sunshine to read by, he finds:
Wallis,
The production rate is simply unacceptable, and I cannot afford to keep replacing tools. Your stories of a metal-eating monster are fantastical, and I understand several more miners have run off. You have four days to solve the problems.
If there really is a beast, bring me the body. I'll give 500 gold for the corpse.
Otherwise, the mine will be shut down. You have four days to keep yourself in a job.
Signed this day by my hand,
Kiara vel Distriea
"Well.. I wonder if I would be compensated fer me equipment. Half of that wouldn't do it... I'll take some gems fer good measure then we can bring this beast to the owner.."
With a nod from Tensek, Burleg gathers up about 50 gold pieces worth of gems.
"Maybe I could be comissioned to work these holes?"
They tote the body together up and out of the mines
Hodge brays and puts his ears back at the vile smell of the monster.
With a bit a of rope, Burleg ties the beast to Hodge, so he can drag it. and the three set off towards Burleg's little cave. Burleg helps with the pulling as much as he can.
Nevertheless, the task is accomplished, and Hodge shakes and kicks when released from his burden, darting to his dust patch to roll away the itch from the ropes.
Burleg checks on his chickens, gathering eggs, and giving them some scratch. He goes inside, fries some of the salted meats, and the eggs and a batch of biscuits. He puts Tensek in charge of the gravy, and it turns out.. colorful to say the least. They eat, and get a good sleep.
The next day AFTER a bath, Burleg puts the cart on Hodge and wakes up Tensek.
"Lets go, let's go.."
After giving him time to wake, clean up and everyone eat, they load the beast in the cart, and though it's a heavy strain set off slowly, taking thier time towards the city.
The guard appear to have been expecting them, giving them priority over the few other carts and caravans coming and going at this time. Sombrely, they make their way into the countryside.
The disguised elf is not given a second glance by those on watch as he slips by after the priests.
.oO(The only reason this is at night is because the priests will be at a disadvantage.)
It isn't until they have travelled three-quarters of a mile that the elf and his mount can truly rely on darkness to conceal them. The slow pace serves a different reason now, to prevent Lakilea from stumbling in the dark and causing herself injury. At this distance, the Jackal can rely on the rattling of the wagon to cover the sound of his pursuit.
Another half mile brings the priests to a lone farmhouse, a lantern on the porch serving them as a beacon. Two figures in dark clothing wait within its light, one sitting, the other rising to call into the building.
.oO(If this is a problem I do not want them to see me just yet. Of course I should remember this could be a rest stop as well.)
"...safe, I... Where..."
"...first, then...will be..."
"Is it..."
"...you asked for. Now, what..."
"Know this. The pass...faeyr wants... deal..."
"...."
"We....our... will suffice. Now... the ex...? They're... back."
The figure leads the others around to one side of the building, away from Darkar, around to the back.
(MS +8 Hide +8)
"Just a precaution, you understand," says the guide. "We'd prefer that you didn't remove their hoods until they have been escorted away from here. Safer for all of us that way."
"How will we tell that these are really Jackals then? Perhaps you have kidnapped other people and are ransoming them off instead?"
The guide chuckles.
"Would you be able to tell even if they weren't hooded? No, we have no interest in cheating our Mother's servants, only in impressing upon her our Master's greatness. They were all captured during the battle."
Darkar holds his position, listening carefully, hoping that the transaction will not take too long. He takes care to look around to all sides, watchful against others who might be observing the situation in front of him.
Coin and bodies are exchanged between wagons, taking several minutes. Once this is finished, the priests waste no time departing toward the city once again. Darkar waits for them to move, using the creaking of the wagon to cover the sound of his retreat back to his horse.
.oO(This seemed like an easy exchange, but why the secrecy I wonder?)
The elf can see the house occupants bustling about, preparing their own wagon to depart. The guide walks away from this commotion, as the priests head off in a different direction, slowly getting their wagon back onto the road. Darkar notes the direction the guide takes before turning to follow the others. He makes a few changes in his disguise, hoping that Lakilea won't be too readily recognizable and thus spoil the effort.
Though he never eases his vigilance, nothing disrupts the trip back to the city. The gates quickly open to admit the priests and their cargo, then close once more against the night.
Darkar rides up to the gates seeking admittance, but is told, "You'll have to wait until morning. Those last ones were on business for the lords."
"Is it alright if I stay here then by the gates?" he asks.
"There's a traveller's inn not far down the road. They'll take you in, even at this hour. Better than sleeping in the cold, I'll wager."
"Ah an inn," says Darkar, with some relief, "that would be better."
Turning his mount, he slowly makes his way to the inn, where he spends the rest of the night
[to Elsewhere in Garic's City]
. o O (Mmmm, back. Why were Gamis-brother and the others at Moncha-mate's?)
Looks down at the wolf. "You don't know either. Lets see then." Scratches the wolf between the eyes.
Jogs into view of the gate.
. o O (Back back back!)
"Come on Llyala. You must meet the rest of your pack."
The wolves ears prick up and she lolls her tongue in appreciation.
The two reach the front gate, waves to the guards and happily passes...
Guard: "Hold up you!" Dim recognition registers on the guard's face.
Ohh, you, that one what's always out eh? Can't bring dangerous animals inside the gates. Sorry lad."
Donnavin:
"I don't... Hermy-brother rides a dangerous animal. Thinks a little bit. "All halflings ride dangerous animals..."
Guard: mutters "All halflings are dangerous animals."
Donnavin: "huh?"
Guard: "Nothing. Look, you need a pass to keep that wolf around. Just, get one ok? Go to the palace and they'll take care of it for you." Turns around and trudges back to his post.
. o O (So I go to the palace?)
. o O (To think I hadn't missed cities at all. Just go home boy.)
Trots off to th SSAG, Llyala in tow
Draws out his bow and a red arrow, continuing on.
Llyala footpads her way around, about ten or so feet to Donnavin's left.
(skill: Move Silently, 5 ranks; Racial Ability: Low Light Vision)
[ooc: Donnavin, hope im doing this correctly.]
[OoC: Did you bring your donkey with you?]
Tagg looked at a crouching Donnavin, which looked kind of odd. He looked around his surroundings, and using his superior elf vision, happened to spot an animal run through the brush. He instantly became alert.
[Skill: Spot, 4 ranks; racial trait, low light vision]
Donnavin casts his eyes around again and slow readies himself to move forward some more.
Llyala sniffs around, but finds herself on a poor side of the wind.
[OoC Survival +8 +2 for additional help. Roll of 24]
Llyala slinks farther to the left, then disappears in the underbrush, lost to both hunters' eyes.
Snatches up his boot knife and bounds to the trashing deer.
[to Elsewhere]
After his daily training, Ran decided to go for a long run outside the walls to build endurance. The elf has fallen in a regular pattern, training with Zoli in the morning, lessons from Natala at noon and working at the Last Lich in the evening, and enjoys this, reminiscent as it is of his days in the monastery. He does know that something, be it a trace of the typical elven bent for whimsy or a drive inside not to fall into complacency, will prevent him from becoming to attached to this routine though - maybe it's simply the knowledge that his true potential will never be revealed by living an uneventful life.
Slightly out of breath and in definite need of a bath, Ran returns to the gates, is admitted by the guards and goes home to wash up and change before getting ready for his next lesson in medecine.
*she nods to the guards as she passes them and heads out to Jaer's camp site*
*she smiles when she sees Blight come running up to her*
Hey there boy
*she rubs his ears and pets his soft fur*
Where's Jaer at, Blight?
*Blight barks once and then takes off toward where Jaer is at, Anaya following close behind*
Hello ma'....I mean hello Anaya. What brings you to my lonely, but still lovely camp?
I figured it would be nice to make a visit as well as ask you if you would be interested in traveling with me again.
*she sits down by the campfire, Blight lays next to her and she rubs his soft fur as she talks to Jaer*
Well we aren't leaving yet. I have yet to talk to an old friend to see if he's interested in the venture as well, but we will probably be heading out in the next 2 days or so.
The venture is to find a manticore and bring it back, preferrably alive. I have gathered quite the group, most of which I have traveled with before, and all of them are from the wilds. I wouldn't want to bring someone from the city on an endevour such as this.
*she rubs behind Blights ears*
*Jaer walks off to retreive his equipment and armor. Carefully putting on his armor he still talks to Anaya*
Well..I believe I could stay in the city for a while, and this way all of you would not have to worry about finding me out here.
*Jaer finishes his armor and whistle for Blight to come forth. Blight rises ears at full tilt from the whistle. He trots over to where Jaer is standing, Jaer pets down all of the wolf's fur and then puts on the saddle.*
Where did you say was a good place to stay while in the city. I remember you had mentioned a No..Nobody's Inn....and I remember eating at the Last Lich one time before. I will stay at one of these places, so as you will find me easier. I hope they won't have a problem with Blight here.
I'm not sure the conditions for animals in the inns, but I'm sure you could stay at the SSAG for a night or two. And it will be alot easier since that has been chosen as the meeting point where we'll be gathered.
*Jaer nods and mounts up*
Jaer: Ok Blight, let's go.
*Jaer and Anaya head back to the city and to the SSAG*
To SSAG
Tagg arrived at the city gates, and then he entered the nearby woods. He drew forth his previously concealed throwing dagger and moved cautiously forward into the woods, not daring to make a sound. He walked for a while, and he soon was in dense foliage. He saw something move in the brush. Or did he? He could not be sure. He paused for a while, and nothing happened. He slowly creeped further into the woods, sure he was imagining it.
The sounds of it running away do though.
And it sounds big.
A deer perhaps. Or possibily something bigger.
Tag can hear it heading through the trees at a quick pace.
Heading roughly north.
.oO(what is that? it definitely sounded big... is this something rare like the guy said? if so, i might actually get something for this...)
*he notices his nervousness level increase, his heart beat slightly quickens*
.oO(calm down, it could just be a deer...)
He continues contradicting himself, not sure whether he wants it to be a safer deer, or a more exotic dangerous creature. He knew he must eventually meet it, but not necessarily wanting that moment to be soon.
It is running fast. Something must have frightened it.
[ooc=throw dagger, aiming at goblin]
The goblin stops running and turns back to see where it came from, raising his javelin as he moves.
Iniative:
Tagg 20
Goblin 9
[ooc=attack w/ scimitar, +2 modifier (i think)]
The goblin ducks under his blow though, and drops it's javelin in order to draw out its club.
It swings and connects with Taggs leg.
(Tagg takes 2 points of damage.)
Tagg feels shooting pain in his leg, but it his not enough to stop him. He quickly picks himself up and jumps up again towards the goblin, taking another slash at the goblin's neck.
[ooc=attack w/ scimitar, +2 modifier]
Tagg barely manages to dodge out of the way.
The goblin curses and spits at Tagg as it backs away.
[ooc=attack w/ scimitar, +2 modifier]
The goblins counterswing is closer but still misses.
[ooc=attack w/ scimitar, +2 modifier]
His blade slices cleanly through the goblins neck.
The goblins body drops to a heap at Taggs feet.
The goblins club is little more then a tree branch, and its javelin has seen better days.
So has it's armor. And the goblin himself. It looks as if the goblin hasn't eaten well in weeks.
Very curious that, considering it had enough coins to buy a decent meal in the city.
Of course, Tagg remembers, gobins aren't usually welcome in cities.
(The goblin has 4 gold coins, 12 silver and 8 copper coins.)
[to elsewhere]
Tagg starts to enter the woods, and then dismounts Brie. He walks seperately and guides him deeper into the woods. He soon becomes surrounded my foliage, and Tagg sees a big oak. He ties Brie carefully to a smaller tree on the opposite side of the oak, and then he takes out a dagger and approaches the big tree. He carves a few rings into the trunk with the dagger and back up about 10 feet. He removes another dagger from the belt, and looks determinedly at the target he made. He launches the dagger in his right hand and spins rapidly around, and releases the dagger in his offhand when he faces the tree again. The daggers zoomed in the air towards the tree. One zooms just by the trunk and goes further into the brush, while the other nails the target near the outer ring.
[ooc=2 thrown daggers, 1 offhand. rolls:
on hand throw
offhand throw]
His quick eyes focus on the dagger that he could see veering too far off from the target. He sees the blade land in a bush a few yards away, and so he goes to retrieve it. He picks it up and returns to the large oak. He pulls on the dagger that hit the tree, and removes it then returns to throwing position. He readies 2 more blades, then whirls around and releases them both in a flash. He watchs them fly, one veering slightly off course and going through the forest. The other one Tagg realizes he must have let loose before facing the tree, for it hit near an extremely frightened Brie, and Tagg is very relieved he had not hit him.
[ooc=2 thrown daggers, 1 offhand. rolls:
on hand throw
offhand throw]
Tagg walks over by Brie, and pulls the dagger out of the ground near his foot, and soothingly pets the frightened muel. Then he looks around for the other, and after a few moments spots it in a small tree. He runs over to it, and pulls it out. He sheathes one of them, deciding that 2 was too much for the moment. He readied the single dagger, and then let it loose. It sadly veers wide off course, but Tagg can at least keep track of where 1 dagger hits, and so he walked over and retrieved it.
[ooc=1 thrown dagger. roll:
dagger throw]
He positions himself at the 10 foot mark, and prepares the dagger. He concentrates hard on the target, determined to improve his results. He reaches back his hand, and in an instant releases the dagger, and it flies towards the tree. Another miss. But not as badly as the previous few. He walks over and picks up the dagger.
[ooc=1 thrown dagger. roll:
dagger throw]
Tagg breathes deeply and returns to the mark. He looks at the target and pulls back his arm. He stands still for a moment, then hurls the blade towards the homemade target. It zooms towards the tree trunk, and hits it a hair's breadth away from the bullseye, and digs a several inchs into the great oak. He smiles. Success at last. He walks over towards the trunk, and pulls hard on the dagger hilt to remove it from the trunk.
[ooc=thrown dagger. roll:
dagger throw]
He sheathes the weapon and mounts Brie, a light sweat formulating. He sees that he could obviously use more practice, but he did enough for the day. Tagg guides Brie back through the woods and into the city once again.
[to elsewhere]
Tagg passed through the gates, and looked at his options of where to go. There was the woods, where he had gone in the past. There was also another way, which promised flatter land than the rough forest terrain. He walked down, and sure enough was some gently rolling hills. He set up further in, and unsheathed the two blades simultaneously. He first waved them a little bit, testing out their weight and manueverability. Tagg assessed them quickly and first made a few strokes towards in the air with the scimitar, and then some with the short sword. He swung harder with the scimitar, hearing the wind being cut by the blade. As the blade neared the ground from the downward slash he jumped back repositioning himself and lunging out with the sword. He attempted another move, but this time he lost the sword from his grip and it fell from his hand halfway through. He picks it up, refocuses, and tries another few strokes. First a slash from the side with scimitar, then a spin and stroke diagonally where a person's neck would be with the sword. On the return of the spin, he stabs swiftly with the scimitar. Tagg tried a couple of parries, pretending where a person would stroke. First a downward slash, which he jumped nimbly to the side and nimbly slashed at where the charging attacker's back would be. He continued more moves, parries, and strokes for another hour or so. Eventually, he noticed the sky lighting up. Having woken up quite late, he was not tired. Exhausted, perhaps, from the workout, but not tired. He sheaths the blades and heads back into town.
[to elsewhere]
Real time Thursday
[from weatherby boarding house]
Tagg turns to the right once through the gates into the familiar woods. He treks deeper ino the forest, and then spots a tall, thick tree surrounded by dense foilage. He walks over to it, takes out a dagger, and carefully carves three rings into the trunk about four and a half feet off the ground, making an improvised dart board. He stands back about ten, draws another dagger out, and throws them both at the target and then watches as they zoom by with great speed.
dagger 1
dagger 2
One dagger hits just inside the outer ring, and then Tagg focuses on the next. It flies at incredible speed straight at the bullseye, and digs a few inches into the tree as well. He smiles and walks over to retrieve the daggers. The first one came out easy, but the second took some persuading. Eventually it came out after wiggling it here, pulling it there, and then Tagg took position again, readied his arms, and shot off both daggers towards the target.
dagger 1
dagger 2
Tagg winces as both daggers miss and bury themselves somewhere in the foliage left and right of the tree. He looks around in them, and as he dug his hand in one, a little spider lashes out and bites his hand. As it tries to scurry away on the ground, Tagg steps on it in a vengeful attempt. He shakes his hand, a little bump beginning to show. Nothing serious, but he decides to just get his daggersand take it easy on the training for today. He saw the dagger from before in the bush, so he cautiously stuck his hand in again, and picks it up. The next bush he nudges around with his dagger and spots his other blade in it. He quickly grabs it out with his hand, and then begins to walk back to the city. He makes his way over to an inn, looking for somewhere to pass the time.
[to nobodys inn]
Tagg reached the city gates, passed through them, and began to walk down into the forest. After about 20 minutes of hiking, the foliage became noticeably denser. He takes a short rest, putting his backpack on the ground and leans against a tree, assessing the surroundings and trying to decide which direction to go.
Whoever they are, they took no care to be unobtrusive.
.oO(Wait! if someone really wanted to hide or escape, they wouldn't leave a big path like this. For that matter, is it even a human? If it was some kind of beast it wouldnt have a conscience of these things. That makes the most sense... I guess. . .)
Tagg walks slowly down the trail, eyes darting frantically with each step he took. With his hand beginning to stray towards his sword, he proceeds, making an effort to control where his feet fell not trying to make a sound and alarming anything that might be nearby. After a little while, he begins to quicken his pace a little bit, still being cautious but seeing no point in going so slow when not necessary.
Sadly, he does miss spotting the other ambusher, who sneaks up behind him while he is distracted.
[OoC: Tagg takes 9hp damage, leaving him at 3.]
Initiative:
Tagg
Ambusher with sword
Ambusher in tree
Tagg grunts in pain, but knowing further hesitation could cost him dearly. His hand quickly grabs for the scimitar on his back, which he unsheathes and turns around, taking a retaliatory slash back at the attacker.
[draw scimitar, attack ambusher with sword, +3 mod]
The guy in the tree jumps down and runs over, drawing a weighted bag from his belt as he does so.
[ooc=draw short sword, attack the ambusher with sword with scimitar (righthand) & short sword (offhand), +3 mod for scimitar, +1 mod for short sword i think... +1 possibly for scimitar instead of +3]
"You idiot! We have you outnumbered, are you too stupid to know when to quit?!"
He strikes again at Tagg, keeping the ranger's full attention. Behind Tagg, the other fellow has moved into position, and wallops him soundly on the back of the head with his sap.
Tagg staggers to one side, and falls to the ground, unconscious.
When he awakes, an hour or two later, he finds his weapons and money are gone.
.oO(Dammit! I cant believe I let that happen! How long was I out? Well its still light out, so it cant have been too long... Well. Time to look at what I have left...)
He rummages through his backpack
.oO(Nothing too useful... Well, by the looks of it I havent been knocked out that long; they cant have gotten too far. If I plan on getting my stuff back I'd best go now.)
He stands up, and walks around a little bit, then crouches down to near ground level and searches carefully for tracks possibly leading to where the thieves ran to.
[use track; unsure of mod or required DC roll]
.oO(Aggh! Im not through yet... My best bet may be to head back into town and dig around for some information on these thieves, and I can get some kind of weapon and rest. Perhaps the man who they stole the ring from would know more of these people... I can check back at the inn and speak with Marroc about it.)
Tired and beat, Tagg walks slowly away from the woods to get back into civilization. He eventually comes across the gates which he enters, then proceeds to walk along to Nobody's
[to nobodys inn]
"I wonder what sort of people I'll run into here?"
He pats the cooking knives strapped to his waist for reassurance, and then continues on toward the city.
[exit to elsewhere]
*they step outside the gates, continuing on to the site*
*Shae watches around them, looking for anything unusual* [/font]
.oO(Hmmm she has gained some disicpline. I never remember her like this.)
Walks along quietly thinking of a good way to distract the creature so Miri can draw its blood.
Would you happen to have any rope with you? We may be able to use it to tie down the creature so Miri can get the blood.
.oO(Thank goodness I have her keeping me on my toes, I'm far too prone to let my thoughts wander...)
Soon enough the group finds themselves by the cage. Sitting around the clearing are Anaya's teammates, evidently waiting for ... something.
Oh, good. You can help us restrain the beast. I just need to fill this-- Mirielle holds up a glass beaker --with its blood. Then it can be freed.
Ah, so, NaShae, do you want to just put it to sleep? Maybe these others could arrange a blood trail to draw it away from the city when it wakes up?
Would everyone move away from the cage please?
*reaches into her spell component pouch and takes out her petals*
*once everyone's far enough away, she tosses the petals at the creature, motions and speaks*
[cast Deep Slumber]
One of the hunting group hurriedly begins laying a blood trail with the rabbit that was supposed to be their dinner, and another offers to arrange a deer further on. They all scatter, and Mirielle shrugs, turning back to her friends.
Um, I guess that means we can go home.
Yes, let's quickly. I don't want to be here when that thing wakes.
*turns and walks back toward the town, repeating her careful watching on the way back*
The mage helping me will require a fee of one thousand gold -- I'm sorry about that -- but he'll need it upfront. I'll write you a receipt that you can give to your parents.
Miri darts a worried glance at NaShae when she tells her the cost.
Of course. We can have the money to you by tomorrow.
*winces as she realized that it'll take more than what they even made, together, on the trip into the desert to pay for the potion*
And don't worry, NaShae, everything will be fine.
Waving goodbye as they pass through the gates, she hurries home.
to Elsewhere
Thank you for your help.
*head back into the city with Kywyn*
*whispers to him*
I think we should stop at Nobody's. To let Marroc know that I have to leave the city, then I we can get this plan started.
*they walks toward the slums, making their way to the inn*
[to Nobody's]
* heads out along the path heading towards the treeline and then to wear the manticore was left, safe in the cage*
.oO(I don't know if they let the thing loose after receiving the blood from it so I better keep my eyes open)
.oO(The others must have taken them back to the SSAG for safe keeping)
*she sets down on a rock and opens her watereskin for a refreshing drink, looking over at the cage*
*she sets her waterskin back into her satchel and walks over to the cage to look at the creature, keeping a safe distance*
She notices that the cage door is propped open, and the manticore heaves a deep sigh and lifts its head, looking right at her.
(e)It's ok I'm not going to hurt you....
*she slowly steps back another step*
(Wild empathy)
Speaking in the common tongue, it hisses at her, "You look tasty, and I am hungry..."
Me? I doubt I would be very tasty...I'm skinny and have no meat to my bones..if you are hungry I can go hunting for you and find you something more appetizing than myself. Perhaps a large deer would satisfy you more.
The manticore shifts, and subtly flexes its tail. Anaya realizes that she is within range of the spikes, as she remembers them from the battle to capture the monster.
Initiative:
Anaya
Manticore
They are approximately 40' apart.
*she lets the energies flow down her arm and into her hand*
Believe me I am truly sorry.
*with a wave of her hand she throws a blast of light right into the creatures face then turns to make a run for it while she can*
(Casts flare into manitcore's face to blind it. second action is to run as fast as she can out of the forest towards the city)
One buries it's self in her right leg, two in her right arm. A fourth finds a home in her back.
The last two sail over her shoulder missing her by mere inches.
Anaya takes 20 points of damage.
The manticore howls and takes to the air flying after and over the druid. It lands in 20 feet in back of her path and roars again.
The manticore takes to the air and flies over the druid and then swoops down, grasping her in it's claws.
You are grappled.
The manticore screams in pain and drops the druid. Anaya plummets 50 feet to the ground and smacks into the dirt. Both of her left legs crumple under her. Possibily broken.
The beast circles around over her from the air waiting to see signs of life.
Anaya takes 17 points of damage.
*she sits up and sets her self straight and runs as fast as she can despite the vines of pain flowing through her body with every motion*
.oO( I need to get to the city, I need to find shelter...)
*as she runs she dodges through trees and brush trying to make herself a harder target for the beast*
The manticore flings 6 more spikes, only one hits it's mark. The others are deflected by the over hanging branches.
The manticore howls again, and tries to fly after Anaya, but her mad dash to safety has given her an 150 foot headstart.
Anaya takes 9 points of damage.
"I won't forget werewolf! We will meet again! And I will feast on your scrawny corpse!"
The beast circles around and flies in the oppisite direction.
*coming upon the clearing and seeing the city come into view, a sigh of relief flows through her lips and she plops down by a tree and in the protection of some bushes*
*she lays there for a few moments then proceeds to pull what spikes she can from her body, wincing as she pulls them out with her teeth*
This is such a pain...
plooey
*after healing she looks at the city*
.oO(I'm not going to be able to shift back into my elf form...not till after I rest...)
*she looks down the way towards Jaer's camp*
.oO(I'm sure Jaer wouldn't mind me camping with him for the night..I shouldn't camp out on my own..not with fresh blood on the wind)
*she gets up and walks within the security of the under brush and the trees, keeping her eyes peeling as she paces herself, heading to Jaer's camp*
*the camp soon comes into view and Blight raises his head as he sees her come towards the site and walks up to her, nuzzles her, which she returns with a nuzzle back*
*they both walk back top the security of the camp and she plops down, exhausted from the trvel and the exstensity of her wounds, some reopening from the travel over*
*blight lays next to her and licks some of the wounds clean, she winces, but lets him clean the wounds since they are the ones she can't reach*
*she lays her head down now that she knows she is safer here and slowly falls asleep*
*she smiles to herself and sits up, feeling abit better since the night before, now that she has rested completely and her wounds have begun to heal*
*she yawns a wide yawn to loosen her jaw and stands to stretch, walking over to an open spot to welcome the warm sun*
*she closes her eyes and begins to meditate as she gathers her spells for the day*
There's something wrong with that girl...
Guard: "You again eh? Careful hereabouts. Some'in out screamin' earlier 'bout werewolves an such."
Donnavin: "I'll watch."
Walks out of the gate and on into the forest.
The second gate guard looks over at the one that spoke to Donnavin.
Guard Two: "'Ho was that?"
Guard One: "Dunno, goes huntin' all 'time. Friendly tho'."
Guard Two: "Aye."
Donnavin stops a few feet into the forest and breathes. Strings his longbow and draws an arrow from his quiver.
"Llyala, hunt."
Llyala trots into the underbrush, looking for small critters.
[Survival +1/+5 if scent is caught]
Lowers down and looks around for chewed grass and prints to latch onto.
[Survival +12]
A rabbit.
Not the freshest trail either. Donnavin stops to check the consitancy of some dropping and determines that the rabbit has been gone for half hour at least.
Llyala doesn't seem bothered by that. She is happy to be hunting something she can eat. She hurries down the trail, sniffing and looking back to make sure Donnavin is still following.
And he spots a badger hole, but either the badger isn't home or it just isn't up for socializing because it does not show it's face.
There are even a few deer tracks. A small herd most likely. Though it could be a magical sixteen legged deer, but that seems a little unlikely, even to Donnavin.
And though they are fairly old, Donnavin can make out halfling tracks. Somewhere between five to ten different sets. And human and elf tracks following those.
Studies both the deer tracks and the halfling tracks for a while.
. o O (Hmm, I'm here for meat.)
Follows the small deer group, hoping to catch them hurridly.
He catches sight of them 500 feet further up the trail. Four deer. A large heavy racked buck, a smaller spike buck, and two does eating leaves off a small bush.
. o O (Good.)
Watches the younger buck breathing. The greater buck keeps his head up, looking south, where Donnavin came from, before nudging the two does. All four start walking further north.
Slides out from the shrub and walks parallel, slightly behind them. The deer walk on for fifteen minutes before slowing to nibble on a low shrub. The second doe stops as well, eeking out grass clump, but the great buck prods them again and the four continue northeast.
Roundabouts a quick jog, slowing when he is parallel again and barely 15 yards away. The buck stops them at tiny puddle.
. o O (Mmm, waters too blue. A spring?)
Marks the spring in his mind, looking at the surrounding trees for a second to get aquainted with them. Eyes the largest oak which has great claw gouge some five feet up.
. o O (Bear land... small one. Still sleeping at least.)
Watches the deer more, notes the younger buck's breathing as he takes watch. A little mist puffs out his nose. The greater buck dips down to the spring and the two does nibble at the same plant.
Sucks in the cold air, letting it cool his lungs before creeping forward. Stops beside a short pine and tests the bowstring. The arches creak slightly but stop. Cross steps out to his side, bending low. The young buck watches the south while the greater buck chews on a young oak, still a bush.
Begins breathing with the watching buck, slowly. It has two lighter brown spots on its side. Waits and lets it watch the south longer. Slowly draws the bowstring, resting his thumb against his cheek.
. o O (When you're ready.)
Another two minutes pass and the young buck shivers once and stretches his head and shoulders.
Releases the arrow with the exhale. The shaft swathes the air and ends jutting from just beneath the buck's jaw. It collapses immediately. The two does take half a second to look, and the other half to spring into a full sprint to the left. The great buck spins around and sprints after the two does.
Draws another arrow.
. o O (Still have to carry it.)
Relaxes the bowstring and replaces the arrow in his quiver.
Heads over to the young buck and prods its leg muscle, the muscle gives generously.
. o O (Still loose. Good. A tender meal.)
Unstrings his bow and draws his boot knife. Quickly opens up the dear, field dressing it and leaving most of the blood and inedibles on the ground. It takes a few minutes but the buck is all the lighter for it. Gives it another minute to stop bleeding and then hefts the deer onto his shoulders. Wiggles his left shoulder until the burden is fully on his back.
Sucks in the cold air, cooling his lungs.
"ahhhhh."
Heads off south. A little while later stops at the sound of a wolf howl. Two or three eye him warily and pass by from the undergrowth.
"Eat well."
Continues down towards the city but signs of a struggle stop. Lowers to one knee, inspecting the ground. There are small, widely spaced deer tracks. The hooves are small.
. o O (A fawn... late birthed. I bet those wolves lost it.)
Looks a foot to the left of the tracks, four toed pads with claws, leap frogging. Moves further down and sees a blood splatter.
. o O (Its wounded!)
Hustles down the trail, keeps going past where the wolves peeled off. Another fifty feet down a single pair of wolf ears stick up over a bush, the head is moving vigorously.
"Llyala." The wolf's head pops up and pads over. "Come on, it went this way."
Llyala scrambles back into the bush and returns with her rabbit. "Ok, your kill didn't."
Jogs down another twenty feet where the fawn lies dead, crashed into a holly bush.
. o O (Meat is meat.)
Drops the buck from his shoulders and field dresses the fawn like before. Long tears run all along its rump and legs. Completes the dressing quickly and tests the fawns weight. Its light enough.
. o O (The meat will be tough.)
Llyala pads left and right.
"You're right. Lets go."
Reshoulders the buck, leaning the brunt of the weight onto his left side, angleing his shoulders to give more leverage to his back. Scoops the fawn up over the right shoulder and holds onto it by its speckled hind legs.
Jogs, deer bouncing the whole mile back to the city. The half hour jog ends at the gate.
Guard One: "Nice catch."
Pants and catches his breath.
Guard One: "Had to run for this 'un eh? Was it them werewolves?"
Donnavin . o O (Could they have been? They would have attacked.)
"No, just fellow wolves."
Inhales the musky smell of deer hide and continues down the street.
Llyala pads along behind him,
rabbit lolling.
>>To Elsewhere<<
Guard One: "Told you he's good."
Guard Two: "No you didn'."
Guard One: "Well he is."
Guard Two: "I ken see tha'. Two deer and outran some wolves."
Guard One: "Aye."
Guard Two: "Odd tho'. Didn' he say 'fellow wolves'?"
Guard One: "Bah, h'still friendly."
Guard Two: "Aye, but odd."
Guard One: "Fine, he's odd. But friendly."
Guard Two: "Fine friendly."
(Spells prepared for the day:
0th Level: Cure Minorx3, Mending, Flare
1st Level: Cure Light Woundsx2, Produce Flame, Magic Stone
2nd Level: Animal Trance, Cat's Grace, Gust of Wind, Spider Climb
3rd Level: Call Lightning, Meld Into Stone, Remove Disease)
*she smiles and nods her head to the guards and then eneters the city heading towards Mrs. Weatherby's*
To Mrs. Weatherby's
*as it gets closer elven singing can be heard and everyone on board seems to be having a fine time
*finally it arrives at the City Gates and stops slowly
*there are 9 elves on board, several wearing weapons, but they all seem to be friendly
*when asked their business the driver replies they are bringing elven wine into the city, and one passenger, motioning towards the only female in the group
*after getting permission to enter, they resume their singing (apparently they have been enjoying the wine on their way here), and make their way to the marketplace
[to Market Square]
Tagg continues to walk deeper and deeper into the woods, losing track of time and to a certain extent where he was going. He stops after a while of travelling like such and takes a deep breath. He feels strangely tranquil even in the seemingly frightening environment.
.oO( The woods.. how comforting they can be, the trees, the plants... All is so peaceful. Heh. I bet Angelique would like the forest. Who am I kidding, all elves would probably enjoy it, but it sure seems the ideal place for one who vies for a world without violence. )
He shakes his head slowly from side to side as he thinks.
.oO( Ah, yes how nice that world would be. But 'tis a fool's dream, when such senseless beasts such as goblins and orcs roam the lands without a single care in the world for the well being of others. Animals, how simple they are yet put forth such a perfect example. No wrongdoing, no pointless harm do they exert. . . In a way I envy a life such as that.. )
Tagg closes his eyes, clearing his mind of all thoughts, experiencing an unusual sensation, the only noise made a soft rustling in the trees as the wind passes through. After several minutes of the peaceful trance, Tagg almost feels energy from the ground slowly begin to creep into his body, as if coming from the trees themself. Several more minutes pass, and several more. His current silent breathing of small intakes of air is interrupted by a deep breath. He slowly opens his eyes, unsure of what he just experienced. His elven eyes pierce the nearly black sky as he looks around. Somewhat loathe to leave the place he was in, Tagg nonetheless begins to slowly trot back the general direction he came. As leaves crunch lightly beneath his feet as he walks through the forest, a small feeling of mystical power seemingly left within him. After about another half hour of travel he eventually reaches the gate. Save for the odd flame lit up here and there, the city is not much lighter than the woods. He slowly walks through the streets back to the boarding house.
Spell Prepared: Speak with Animals
to Weatherby Boarding House
Damn highwayman... spooked my horse and now I have to walk... oh the shame, Joseph thinks to himself. I hope I make it to town before night falls.
And as if to answer his prayer, Joseph glimpses the high walls of Garic.
Finally. I didn't want to eat another meal of rations.
Joseph redoubles his pace and continues to strum on his mandoline with his agile fingers.
He stands there and awaits the sun to set in the mountains, breathing and relaxing. A statue, the boy stands for a long time without moving until it is begininng to darken.
Placing his staff aginst the tree he wards the area with a new spell he has learned.
OoC: Casts Alarm
Sits and begins to breath deeply, in and out, in and out...until everything and all his thoughts fall away and all that is left is the sound of his breathing and the rise and fall of his chest.
"It's been some time since we talked."
.oO(Yes. You are avoiding the point though.)
"Hm."
.oO(You are afraid.)
"Of course I am. I do not understand, though. I have progressed head of my class and excelled at anything I put my mind to."
.oO(What does that mean?)
"My fear is not of failure. I am almost certain I will succeed. But to what end...I keep thinking of what I did to that boy."
.oO(You were young.)
"An excuse."
.oO(A good one.)
"I had the moment to decide my reactions. I could have chosen to act otherwise. I wanted to hurt him."
.oO(...)
"And now, I have allowed myself to learn a powerful, destructive spell. Even now I can cast it."
.oO(So you fear you will hurt someone.)
"..."
.oO(Why did you learn it then.)
"...Energy. Electricity is facinating. Destructive, but facinating."
.oO(That is a lot of resources to expend on a mere facination understood just as well by mere study.)
"...Yeah. I even have the spell memorized now."
.oO(Cast it.)
Without loosing his consentration on the meditation he reaches into his pouch and pulls out a crystal rod with some cat-furr. He gestures as he has studied to do and chants the spidery words, entoning each with the perfection required to release the stored energies.
"Incredible..."
The sensation of the evocation is profound as he sends the bolt racing into the clear sky, lighting the tips of leaves nearby. He hadn't noticed already became dark, and he is left in the darkness to reflect his action.
.oO(You are compulsive.)
"Everyone has flaws."
.oO(Not everyone sees there own though, and others dwell on their's too often. On the battlefield, you cannot hesitate or be compulsive. You are guilty of both.)
"I accept responsibility for my actions on the field, but worse would be to choose not to act."
.oO(True...)
"This spell is in my spellbook, but I shall never use it against those that can be made to see the love Agathalos can bring. Even filthy orcs have the mind capable of seeing such a thing."
.oO(So you have mastered a powerful spell, but will deny your frineds the help it can bring on the field?)
"I want to protect, not harm. If I can use the spell against the undeath or beasts that know nothing of Agathalos then I will."
.oO(There will come a day...)
"...I don't think so."
.oO(We are done then......)
.oO(I have to understand the energies I harness. There is more to them than just controlling them with words and guestures.)
He goes over each spell in his mind, then begins to cast them one by one.
He begins with a simple protective abjuration. Feeling the mild tingle course through his body he can sense it's effects and the feel of the spell. Next is a prestidigitation, then a spell of dancing lights, then detecting the magical aura placed on his staff.
He goes on to more powerful spells, greasing the ground in front of him, sheathing himself in a magical field of protection, enchanting his staff, increasing the speed at which he runs, enhancing his agility, turning himself invisible, creating multiple (although invisible) images of himself, and a climbing spell.
His most powerful spells left he casts with sweat already driping from the effort of channeling all of these energies. Not caring about his fatigue he pushes on to make himself float and fly about at very fast speeds; finally he wards himself against fire after he build a small fire to test the spell with.
He holds the hot coals in his hands from the fire, watching them glow in them without so much as even feeling warm. Tossing them back in the fire he puts it out and reflects on how each spell felt and correlates that to what he knows about each spell.
After some time he floats up and back to the city, staff in hand.
"So what are we hunting today? Deer, Buffalo, Goblins?"
Once the four pass through the gate they continue walking until they meet the forest edge. Tagg leads the way looking around for signs of anything but not really expecting to find anything so close to the edge of the woods. The first few moments pass by silently, Maelut and Boirin peering around from time to time suspiciously, perhaps performing the duty of goblin watch. Angelique almost immediately begins examining the woods, visibly enjoying herself. Back towards the front Tagg continues the comfortable walking pace.
.oO( This might actually be a good opportunity to get some seeds for that robin, I should try to get them to it before he feels betrayed or something and moves back onto the roof.)
.oO( Feel betrayed? That thing is an animal, what are you talking about? It doesn't feel those things. )
.oO( So, not betrayed exactly. But he could get angry, animals feel that, and go back to the roof. )
.oO( You speak of this robin like a person. It's an animal. Incapable of speech. Incapable of thought about things like betrayal. )
.oO( Incapable of speech? But I talked to it... )
.oO( How are you so sure? It could've been a hallucination. Maybe you hit your head on something and weren't feeling right at the time. The robin could've got threatened and fled to the tree. )
.oO( But if it was a hallucination, how come I remember it so clearly? And wouldn't I have felt something after the hallucinatory effects wore off if I hit my head to the point of imagining things?)
.oO( I dunno. How long were you up on that roof? Maybe you were in that hallucinatory state long enough so that when you snapped out of it the physical effects wore off. )
.oO( Do you know how stupid that sounds? THERE WAS NO HALLUCINATION. )
.oO( I bring the seeds to it, see how it acts. If it remembers me and the deal I know it happened. If it flees or something, I must have been hal-... Something else happened. )
Tagg finishes his mental conversation as they get a little deeper in and unfocused scans of the area would not suffice. Slowing the group down he takes a closer examination. Some slight traces of some tiny animals here and there, the likes of which Tagg cannot identify but he does know they are much to small to consider hunting for food. Continuing onward, he finds similar tracks and after seeing some that are pressed more clearly into the ground he recognizes them as squirrels and rabbits. Making the report to the group they continue on for another fifteen minutes or so and finding nothing noticeably more suitable than varmints, he decides it may be best for them to take a brief break.
"Okay, no noteable changes in the environment yet. I'm thinking it may be best to take a brief break. It will allow us all to perhaps enjoy the scenery instead of just use it as a signpost en route to food."
He notes Angelique holding a small flower in her hand, apparently something she found along the trail.
"Although it appears some of you have been able to do so already."
Tagg adds with a smile.
"I wish I could find so much pleasure in such a simple thing as a flower."
His words are lost on her, however. She is in her own world of peaceful contemplation beyond the confines of the comparatively barbarous city.
He turns to Tagg to ask about the hunt.
"Your tracking abilities have proven useful before. Perhaps you could use them again?"
As he says this, Maelut takes out his crossbow and loads a bolt into it, keeping the case of bolts within easy reach.
"What might I ask do you think I've been doing all this time?"
"Well, since neither the tracking nor the drinking has found us anything so far, maybe we should head off in a different direction. North, maybe? My father always says it's as good a direction as any, when none is better than any other."
;)
"I suppose so. We'll set out in a little bit, first I'd like to take a short walk or something."
"There's nothing wrong with being amused by nature, its a beautiful thing. What is it you find more justifiably captivating about a brand new cooking utensil than the trees and the plants?"
After his small lecture he looks forward again and admires the surroundings.
Boirins words are harsh but there is a chuckle in the speach that shows its good natured.
Boirin gets lost in his own found rememberances of majestic caverns.
"Sounds interesting, Boirin." ;)
After a little bit a different topic comes up, resolves, and the three soon find themselves back at the point where they started. Tagg takes a quick look back up at the sky.
"Okay, we're past midday. We'd best get moving again if we want to get this back to the Last Lich in time."
With unanimous agreement Tagg picks up another walking pace due north as according to Maelut. After a few minutes travel he spots some faint signs of something that has passed by. Intrigued he continues along the same path in the hopes of finding something a bit more confirming. More travel, inspection, travel, inspection.. Paydirt. Tagg smiles as he runs his hand over light imprints in the ground.
"Good news. Deer tracks."
Keeping his eyes focused on the ground he reports to the rest of the group. Some more examination reveals more information.
"Many deers, actually. And quite fresh. I'd say these passed by here not more than a few hours ago."
He stands up and excitedly and begins following the tracks at a quickened pace, half skipping half running, his light feet carrying him fairly quietly over the ground, keeping an eye on the tracks to make sure they haven't disappeared. He stops for a moment and turns around to see the rest of the party not matching his pace.
"Come along now, not much further!"
He adds encouragingly, raising his voice only as much as necessary to be heard adequately. He turns around and continues his odd process of runskipping.
.o0(First he tells me off for being excited about cooking, and then he's treating these tracks like they're the footprints of the gods.)
He chuckles quietly, and then follows behind the tracker. Turning to Angelique, he motions for her to stay silent until they've brought down the deer. He whispers a quick message.
"I know it's hard for you to stay quiet, but please do try."
With a wink, he quickly moves out of range of any retorts and keeps his eyes and crossbow trained for any sign of deer.
.oO(I wonder what Maelut is going to do about these deer wonce whe kill 'em)
.oO( Good.. we're on the right trail. And these look noteably fresher than the last ones, and we haven't been going all that fast. These deer must be taking their sweet time. That or something happened that slowed their progress down.. )
He looks around for anything else before continuing. He sees a few patches of ground with surprisingly little grass or foliage on it..
.oO(Perhaps this confirms that they are simply taking there time; probably took a break to snack. I haven't seen any blood or other signs of an encounter that might have hindered them otherwise... )
"It look's like we're getting closer to them. And, lucky for us, they appear to be taking a pretty leisurely stroll. Now let's not diffuse them of that notion."
Tagg reports, voice little over a whisper but loud enough to be heard. They continue walking in silence, Boirin and Maelut with their bows ready. Tagg proceeds to walk carefully through the trail following the latest uncovering of tracks, keeping his eyes open as well for signs of anything.
The party closes into range, 100 feet away from the herd.
"Which animals do you want us to bring down?"
.o0(Wonderful, I'll mess up the whole hunt. Wait a minute, they didn't hear me...thank goodness.)
.o0(If I could just get a little closer, then maybe I could get a better shot. On the other hand, maybe it would be better to fire from here rather than risk getting shot.)
Maelut indicates to Boirin that he wants to fire from their current position. Using small hand signals, the cook indicates that he'll aim for the left-hand one, while Boirin should shoot the buck on the right side.
OoC: I don't know if Tagg has his bow with him. If he does, then I indicate that he should shoot at whichever one he has a better shot at. If everyone wants to shoot from here, then once we're all ready, I fire.
Boirin prepairs to fire and waits for the others fire
[ooc: Boirin fires when the others fire]
Boirin turns quick enough to get a shot off before the swine bear down on Tagg and Maelut.
Iniative:
- Boirin, 21
- Boar A 16
- Boar B 14
- Angelique, 12
- Tagg 9
- Maelut 7
"Bloody Ashes, watch out."
he turns sharply and fires at the closest boar
[OoC: Boirin designates his dodge against the Boar he fired at]
[Edit, formating added dodge stuff]
Boar A slams into Maelut, it's tust ripping a large gash open in his leg.
The second Boar, Boar B, charges at Tagg, but the ranger is barely able to jump out of the way.
Maelut takes 6 hp
[OoC: begin Bardic Song Inspire Courage.]
[ooc: Draw Sword and swing [+2 melee], apply dodge to Boar B, AC now 16 to boar b]
"Well, at least they don't smell as bad as the goblins!"
OoC:Free action (drop crossbow), Move equivalent (draw two light weapons), Standard (attack). Also, +1 AC with Two-Weapon Defense.
.oO( Dammit! The deer got away... Can we eat these boars?)
After a quick thought while he readies the sword, he stabs at boar that had attacked them, trying to be somewhat neat in his onslaught so if it did come to eating them they would not be too badly marked up.
Free action/s: put away shortbow, draw short sword. (Full?) Attack action (doesn't matter which): attack Boar B with short sword. +7 melee, 1d6+3 damage
As note the thing about trying to be neat was not trying to suggest some weird attack or action, just something he was thinking
Taggs blade bites into his foe's back, its a blow that would have given a goblin a stun at the very least, but it appears merely to anger the boar more.
Maelut also hits with his knife, His blade slices across the boars front leg causing it to stumble slightly. It bellows in rage.
Attack Boar B with short sword. +7 melee, 1d6+3 damage
[OoC: Attack Boar B with shortsword, +3 melee, 1d6+1 damage]
OoC: Full attack, same boar.
The boar fighting Maelut rips open Maeluts thigh, blood sprays liberally from the wound, but with his courage bolstered by Angeliques singing, he holds his ground and makes the boar pay when both of his knives strike home.
Taggs scimiter is knocked away by a swing of the boars head, but he uses that oppertunity to hit the boar with his shortsword.
Boirin takes 7 hit points.
Maelut takes 12.
[OoC Full attack +2 to hit, 1d6+1 damage, oops got the bonus wrong last time
]His head spins from the wound, and he remembers the lesson he learned from the battle with the goblins. Defence. He attacks again, but this time he is careful not to let his guard down.
OoC: Full attack, fight defensively. +1 Bonus to AC from Two-Weapon Defence
Attack Boar B with short sword
Question: since the boar provoked an attack of opportunity i think, and i have combat reflexes, dont i get to attack Boar A with the same atk of opportunity as well?
Tagg peirces the boars side with both blades, the boar snarls and attempts to gore him but is overcome with bloodloss, and collapses to the ground dead.
Maeluts knives flash, but the boar ignores the slcratches and presses its attack.
Angeliques song continues to have an inspiring effect.
charge Boar A if able, attack
OoC: Full attack, fight defensively, Boar A.
[OoC: Boirin flanks Boar A (trying for sneak attack), also applies dodge to Boar A (AC now 16), attack +2, 1d6+1]
The meat on both boars is sliced up, but not too bad that they would not still make a fine fetival meal.
And of course there is always the oppertunity to snap a fat rabbit or two on the way back to town.
Feel free to head back to town now. It would only add about two hours to the return trip to do enough hunting to round up a rabbit or two if the party wanted to bring a bit more food to the table.
.oO( Hm.. not too bad. )
Walking around the bodies slowly he mentally plans how he should prepare them for carrying. After a few minutes he turns to Maelut.
"Once you get one of those knives clean, could I use one to prepare these boars for travelling?"
"I'll do it myself, I'd rather not give anyone my knives."
He waves Angelique over to help him prepare the boars to be carried back to the Inn. He takes out his rope and ties it around the boars' feet, setting it up so that three people walking in a line could support the weight of the boars.
"Well, this will make a nice addition to the feast. Now if we could just collect a bit of small game, some rabbits or game birds, then I could make a truly epic dish for the meal."
*She points at his leg, then at Boirin's wounds and stutters out a few words
You're ... hurt ...
*rushing over to the bushes nearby, she falls to her knees and throws up violently. When the heaves subside, she wipes her mouth and stands up slowly, looking for some water to wash her face and hands with
"Okay.."
He turns and looks back in the direction of where they came. He turns back to the rest of the group.
"Well, I can go and set up some snares for rabbits while you're getting the boars ready. I'll be back within an hour, just wait for me. I'll have the traps set by then, and hopefully when we all walk back to the city we'll check them for anything that got caught."
Tagg begins to walk through the foliage back from where they came. Taking short sword he wishes he had brought a dagger along, and Maelut obviously was not going to lend out one of his knives. Repositioning the sword until it is comfortable to be used as more of a knife, he begins to gather some materials containing of various plants, weeds, and branches. Walking another ten or twenty minutes, having gathered more materials, he begins to make the first snare. Setting the trap up travels for another few minutes, puts together another and sets it up. After assembling a little over five traps spread out, he puts the sword in its sheath and begins walking back to the site of the boars.
.oO(While I'm out here I could get some food for that robin...)
The next twenty minutes or so are dedicated to finding seeds, nuts, and berries for the robin, carefully picking the fruit out that are, to the best of his knowledge, edible. Holding the pile of assorted treats in his two hands, he continues to the camp site at a comfortable walking pace.
As he arrives Tagg sees that the boars are all ready and Boirin and Maelut are looking over their wounds, Angelique looking concernedly at them.
"I set up a few traps, hopefully in a little bit something will get caught in them. Maybe we could wait a few minutes more to give the traps some time before setting out."
Tagg takes a seat opposite to Boirin and Maelut and carefully sets the bird food he gathered next to him. He takes the flask off his belt and takes a drink of lukewarm water before putting the stopper back on and putting it back. He sits silently for the next few moments.
.o0(I remember doing that, the first time the kobolds attacked the village. How stupid of me to imagine that she wouldn't have that same reaction.)
Maelut stands and walks over to where Angelique is bent over. Recalling his mother's remedy for stomach illnesses, he draws some herbs from his spice pouch, and tears off a scrap of cloth from his already tattered clothing. He wraps the herbs in the cloth, crushes them and places the bundle beneath her nose.
"Here, that should help a bit. Have a sip of water if you feel that you can, it should make you feel better."
Thank you...
*sipping a little water, she begins to look a little better, but can't bring herself to look directly at Maelut or the boars because of the blood
I think I will be fine now, thank you. I'm sorry, I just haven't seen anything like that before. Why did they attack you? You didn't hurt them, or do anything to them. Animals should be peaceful, not like those.
*she shudders, but indicates to Maelut that he show her how to help him in getting the game ready for moving
"Not all animals are peaceful; some have violent natures like these boars. It doesn't mean that they have failed, since it's an inescapable part of what they are. It is wrong to expect boars to behave in a way other than their natural way."
He pauses for a moment as he looks at his wounds, and then continues.
"And killing animals, when done as part of survival, is not something to be ashamed of. True, it is not pretty, but it is a part of life that can be seen every time a hawk plucks a mouse from the ground, or a lion devours its prey."
Maelut smiles softly, remembering his childhood, as he finishes his monologue.
"That's what my father told me when I was very young, and I saw him bringing back a kill from a hunt. I was so ashamed of what he had done, until he spoke to me. His words were comforting. I hope they can help you too."
*When she is done, she stands up and waits for a new task, staring away from the animals and into the forest, as the internal struggle to comprehend what she has just seen is reflected in her eyes
.oO(I wonder if shes ever even seen blood before)
"So what are you going to do with these animals Maelut? Any yummy big plans? Because I had some really good Boar that was cooked in beer and stuffed with sausage."
After a quick dressing of those too, the brave adventurers are on their way back to the city.
Post yourself showing up at the festival when you are ready.
"Nothing."
He calls back to the group as he rejoins the line. Every five or ten minutes he makes a similar stop until he reaches all of the traps, and a total of two rabbits are found in all of them. After simpler preparation of them than the boars, the group carries all of it back to the city fairly uneventfully, taking a small break halfway, Maelut's leg wound bothering him. As they reach the gates relief goes through the whole group that they won't have to carry the boars much further. They carry it through the streets (with some curious looks) and soon find themselves at the Last Lich.
I just wrapped up the general scene, feel free to go back and play out some part of the above if you'd like.
to Last Lich/Special Events thread
.oO(Finally. That was further than thought. Lucky I brought more food and water than I thought I would need.)
With renewed strength, he picks up the pace. As he arrives to the gate he stops in front of the guard.
Tycho: My name is Tycho, Tycho Eharb. I am here to apply to the Hightower.
Guard: I ain't stoppin' ya. Ye aren't about to use that pigsticker of yours in here I hope. There's some harsh laws against assault and murder 'ere.
Tycho: Of course not.
Guard: And don't start casting spells around willy-nilly neither. Ya need a license for magic in 'ere.
Tycho: Of course. Could you direct me to the Hightower? I'm afraid I don't know the way.
Guard: O' course. Follow this road and take right a' the fork. When ya reach the marketplace go left, then head north for the Palace. Go on almost all the way to the Eastgate, and you will see the Hightower.
Tycho: Thank you.
Tycho follows the guard's instructions, and heads to the Hightower.
The assembly reaches the fringe of the trees finally, and Gamis surveys a site that he spent several enjoyable spring days with Tiv and his old student Stail Metteteci, lancing rings, discussing tactics, and talking about horses during breaks. Most of his students this time don't have the solid grounding in horsemanship and lance handling that Metteteci came to him with, and, save his squire, this is the group he has to turn into an accomplished order of knights. Most look excited, but Gamis notes that Jaeger, the rough mercenary with the intricate tattoo on the side of his neck, doesn't look so at ease. Probably more at home with both his feet on the ground. The paladin thinks to himself that that attitude doesn't lend itself well to being part of the Jackals, and combat talent like his should be put on a horse.
"Alright," Gamis finally says, "Before we get started with the rings, we need to go over just using the lance. It's simple enough, but hard to keep your mark on one target when your horse is in a full gallop and bouncing you all over the place. I don't expect anyone to catch a ring on their first pass when we finally get there, so don't worry about that. Some of you might actually drop your lance. You're getting used to a big, unwieldy weapon used in one hand, while your horse is making you bounce like a rubber ball, so that's to be expected, and nothing to worry about. You will get this; Da'Vane and I are here to assure that. Now, pile up your bags and uneccesary gear over there by the tree. Some of you leave your lances for a second and accompany me to look through the woods around here real quick and make sure there aren't any owlbears or the like lurking."
So the day's lesson begins...
Courage seems to be jittery with nervous anticipation, and prances lightly on his hooves. Da' Vane holds the stallions bridle with one hand and gently pets Courage to steady him.
"Well, Courage, this is it. You ready, boy? I'll take you on a gentle ride around the field with Gamis and Valor to make sure the training area doesn't have any dangers, so you can get used to my weight. How's that sound?"
Courage seems to understand this perfectly, choosing that point to whinney what seems to be an agreement, accompanied by a slight snort of impatience.
"Aye, I know, Courage. I know. But you are still a little young, and I don't want to push you too hard - not even if you really want to do it. There's plenty of time for jousting later."
Courage takes this moment to gently nuzzle Da' Vane's head, pretending to eat his hair.
"Whoa there. Not in front of the other horses. Cut that out, you big softy!"
The group heads directly through the north gate, returning to the Jackals' compound.
The group heads directly through the north gate, returning to the Jackals' compound.
"Heh, here we are boy, the training paddock. Time to burn some of that energy out of you, and hopefully gets some use out of it. First, though, you could do with a quick run around to get rid of all that enthusiasm. Training isn't supposed to be fun, you know!"
Da' Vane rubs the horse's neck as he removes the harness. Courage looks on placidly, eyeing up Da' Vane and the Training Field.
"Aye, off you go then, you big ninny. Don't think I don't know you can understand me - because you obviously can."
Courage snorts at this remark, before prancing off round the field.
"I'm going to stay here - I am not going to chase you all through this mud."
Courage shakes himself and gallops around the field. Da' Vane takes off his chainmail and sets it to one side, and clears an area, pretending not to take any notice of the young stallion.
*she smiles to the guards as her and Maya pass them and exit the city*
*she leads Maya in a walk until they clear the area and then slowly into a steady trot heading around the city and towards a nice clearing where Maya could graze*
"Don't think I don't know your game! I can see you!" Da' Vane calls out, still pretending not to look at the boistrous animal.
Courage whinneys and hurtles off towards the fence of the training paddock, leaping over it with grace, and disappearing into the woods.
Da' Vane raises his eyebrows for a few minutes, waiting, before moving closer towards where Courage disappeared. There standing idly behind a tree, the chestnut stallion casually grazes away as if nothing was wrong.
"Show off!"
Courage snorts, before running off into the woods. Sir Da' Vane mutters something under his breath and climbs over the fence to proceed after the animal. As he reaches the top of the fence, Courage thunders past and leaps over the fence back into the paddock.
Sir Da' Vane sighs and starts climbing back over the fence, while Courage whinneys and shakes himself down, and starts prancing around the field once more.
As Minto and Brodda stroll through the city's gates, laughing and chatting merrily, Brodda feels a bit nervous.
Is she up to the task of stealth? Her past attempts have left her feeling pretty dumb in this area. What if she can't do it? What if she fails to learn these skills from Minto? What will it mean? Will word get around? You know that woman dwarf? I heard she can't be sneaky to save her life. Har har har! What would Minto think of her?
.oO(If Minto's any kind'o gentleman at all, it woon't change his opinion of meh, Ah'll tell yeh what! Ah'll do meh best teh learrn frrom him and whateverr happens happens.)
Headed for the tree line, Brodda is anxious to begin.
"First things first. Lets see how quiet you are allready."
"I'm going to blindfold myself, and then you try and sneak up on me without me hearing."
"If I hear you, and can catch you, then we take a short break from training."
"It's similar to a game of tag."
Minto smiles as he wraps the scarf over his eyes.
"Hermy says it's a good way to teach stealth."
"Depending on the student of course."
Brodda chuckles.
Behave yeh'rreself, love. Therre'll be plenty o'time forr that laterr.
She helps him tie the scarf behind his head and sneaks away. She circles around and, trying very hard to be quiet, makes her approach from his right.
.oO(Frrom this dirrection, no shadow shoould fall on him, alerrting him to meh apprroach.)
She steps slowly, quietly, deliberately, careful not to step on any twigs that might crack beneath her.
.oO(Carreful, lass...)
[Move Silently +5]
"Almost did it. But you were breathing a bit to loud.... Not that I blame you. I have that effect on people."
Mintos grin grows. "Try it again, and try to control your breathing. It shouldn't be too hard. You have to do that when you play your recorder. This should be a peice of cake for you."
"It's those halfling earrs, isn't it? Ah'll get'cha this next time."
She winks and turns, again walking away from him.
.oO(Meh brreathin'? Hah! Ah kin contrrol that, no prrroblem!)
When she gets a fair distance, she turns back to him.
.oO(Which dirrection teh coome frrom? The opposite dirrection might be too obvious. Figurrin' that Ah might think that, he might expect meh teh coome frrom a rrright angle. But then, if he thinks Ah'm thinkin' that, Ah might be betterr off coomin frrom the same dirrection.)
She blinks in her self-confusion, then shakes her head to clear it. She circles around to come from a different direction. Taking the same precautions as before, she focuses on breathing slowly, softly, evenly.
"Much better, that is if you are moving... And if you aren't, well, that's a good plan too."
"Being good at being steathy requires a lot of not moving. The trick is to learn when to move and when not too."
"Now, if I were you, I'd sneak up on me and throw me to the ground and have my way with myself... But we might want to get a bit more training in before you do that."
"I'm going to count to one hundred. You try to hide and I'll try to find you once I'm done counting."
"Whateverr yeh say! Yeh knoow, Ah think Ah like the... heh heh, neverrmind. Too distrractin'."
She lightly touches the scarf then turns and heads into the trees to find a good hiding spot.
.oO(Wherre woould be good? Let's see...)
Keeping herself quiet so her pursuer doesn't know which direction she's gone in, she looks around and finds a fallen tree not too far inside the woods.
She climbs over the trunk to the other side where she might hide and waits.
[Hide +5]
Minto takes off the blind fold and looks around.
.o0(Plenty of trees to hide behind. And a lot of shadows. And fortunetly she didn't try hiding any where to obvious. I guess I'll have to go look a bit.)
Minto takes a few steps towards the treeline and looks again, still not spotting her.
"Not a bad bit of hiding. I'm not the most observant person around, but I've learned a few tricks trying to keep an eye on Hermy."
"You're not as good as him of course, but you aren't bad. I'll find you eventually though. Unless you move to another location everytime I get close."
"Its easier to hide when you stay put, but time is against you when the person looking for you knows you are there."
"It's best to avoid that when ever you can, but I suspect you already know that."
After a few minutes of searching Minto appears to be heading in the right direction.
.oO(Move to anotherr location? While he's lookin' forr meh?)
She looks around to see if there's another good place to hide -- and if she can get there without being detected by Minto. She sees a small boulder not too far away, but can she get there?
She listens for Minto's location and looks back toward the boulder.
.oO(It'd be rrisky. Therre's everry chance that he'd catch meh.)
She grins.
.oO(Not that havin' him catch meh woould be so bad.)
.oO(No, this is serrious. Yeh need teh learrn this, girrl. Pay attention!)
She decides to risk it, attempting to slip off to the boulder before Minto gets too close to her current location.
"I thought that would get you moving. And a movingtarget is easier too spot."
"Patience is your most important skill when trying to be sneaky."
Minto begins walking in the oppisite direction that Brodda went in. He stops next to a small bush and reaches into it.
"Now I've got you!"
Mintos hands fail to find anything. He pulls them back and scratches his head.
"Hmm, I think I picked the wrong bush."
Minto turns around to try and spot Brodda again.
"Laughing will not help you to hide. But coming from you its a beautiful sound, so I don't mind."
He walks toward her as she comes out from behind the small boulder.
"Do sneaky people take time teh eat when they'rre feelin' the need?"
Minto's smile grows.
"Only if there's a low risk of getting caught."
Brodda grins.
"Then sprread oout that blanket, darrlin'. Ah'm hungrry."
They talk lightly together as the blanket is spread out and Brodda pulls out the cheese and bread from her bag, and they share a nice snack together.
There is some good grazing up on the north end... and plenty of open space for you to run around.
*Maya nods her head and she pats her on the neck*
*they soon come to an open area and the sun shines low over the horizon of hills and open feild*
*she rides up to a nice spot and dismounts, handing Maya another apple and then proceeds to remove her barding and setting it against a tree*
*she lays the saddle blanket on the ground along with her gear and then brushes down Maya*
I am going to work on some things so you behave yourself.
*she smiles and pats the chestnut mare on her neck and lets her graze*
*Maya prances about in the cool air and she watches for a moment before setting herself on the saddle blanket and taking out the woven twine and the wooden piece she took from her bow shavings*
*she continues to weave the twine and then ties the wooden piece to the end..making a bracelet*
Not all of the day is training however, since Courage is still young, and not yet strong or hardy enough to tackle the full day, at the pace required by a questing Paladin. Therefore, Sir Da' Vane takes time out throughout the afternoon to check the mount's condition, making sure not to overwork the yearling. Courage spends this time grazing on the grass verges and shaking him self down.
At the end of the session, Da' Vane picks up his armour and tidies up the field as much as possible. Just as he is about to lead the horse out, Courage promptly decides to roll over in the mud.
Da' Vane just stares and then groans.
"Why, Courage? Why? Now I got to clean you down, and eveything."
Now covered in dripping mud, Courage grins, before shaking himself - splattering Sir Da' Vane in mud as well.
"Now that just isn't funny, Courage," says Da' Vane, while wiping mud from his face. "Now I have to clean my armour as well. If you are to be a good Paladin's mount, you'll have to learn that you can't roll in the mud - as much as you want to - especially when wearing your shiny ceremonial barding."
Da' Vane looks around, and groans, muttering something about cleaning mud out of the links of his chainmail, while Courage whinneys - almost laughing at the mucky Paladin.
"Right you! For that, you can stay muddy until we get back to the Jackals. See how you like that!"
Da' Vane leads Courage back to the Jackals compund, ignoring the remarks of passers-by about the two mud-covered figures...
*she pulls some dried herbs from her pouch and lays them on a flat rock.*
*she then lights the herbs with her flint and steel, blowing the fire out at a certain time and breathing in the sweet smelling smoke*
*she sits back and crosses her legs, placing the bracelet on her wrist and lays her arms on her knees in a meditation stance, letting the wooden charm dangle fro her wrist*
*she breathes deeply once more and close hers eyes, slowly breathing out...slipping into her meditative state*
Originally posted by Brodda
Brodda peers over the boulder, amazed that she was able to make it without being seen. However, when Minto thinks he has her and reaches into the bush, Brodda can't help but give a joyful laugh. Minto spins at the sound and smiles at her.
"Laughing will not help you to hide. But coming from you its a beautiful sound, so I don't mind."
He walks toward her as she comes out from behind the small boulder.
"Do sneaky people take time teh eat when they'rre feelin' the need?"
Minto's smile grows.
"Only if there's a low risk of getting caught."
Brodda grins.
"Then sprread oout that blanket, darrlin'. Ah'm hungrry."
They talk lightly together as the blanket is spread out and Brodda pulls out the cheese and bread from her bag, and they share a nice snack together.
Minto lies back on the blanket to let his meal digest while Brodda relaxes with a smoke on her pipe.
Minto watches the smoke float away into the sky.
"Smoke is an interesting thing. It can give you away when being sneaky but it can also help you hide."
"Hermy's brother somehow learned a spell that created a thick mist. It was pretty obvious there was something in it, but what that was would be hard to tell."
"I myself think invisability works a lot better, but it's only useful on one person."
"Have you learned the trick to doing that yet? It would greatly increase your ability to hide."
"You'd still have to be quiet, (and it's a crime to deny the world your lovely voice) but you can do that adequatily already."
"I believe there are several other spells to help one hide as well. One that makes it dark, theres one that makes it silent."
"We do have an advantage over many people when it comes to being sneaky. We can cast spells."
"And unlike wizards we don't need to read them out of books."
"Sure sorcerors can do that too, but quite frankly, they just aren't as talented as we are at learning how to do things besides using magic. Like being sneaky."
"Being able to do things without magic is good for those times when yelling out a few magic words and flapping your fingers around would attract attention."
"Magic is a useful support, but I'd hate to have to rely on it for everything."
"That's what being good looking is for."
Minto winks and tickles Broddas foot before standing up. "Shall we get a bit more practise in? It'll be getting dark soon enough and thats an excellent time for sneaking around."
"We can go make a few rounds of the city and see if we can find any juicy gossip while we are hiding."
"Ah've not learrned teh be invisible yet, but rrecently made use of a spell of disguise."
She frowns.
"That's why Ah came to yeh. Even thoough Ah didn'a look like meh, Ah still was caught. Ah felt like such a fool."
She chuckles
"And that dooesn't happen verry often."
She chuckles again as Minto attempts to tickle her foot.
"Heh heh, Ah do have a ticklish spot, darrlin', but that isn't it. Yeh'll have teh do morre investigatin' on that mysterry laterr."
She winks and agrees about returning to the city.
"That's an excellent idea. Ah'll get these things gatherred up. What parrts of toown woould be good teh sneak in the evenin', do yeh s'pose. The marrket shuts doown at night, and the barrs shoouldn't be pickin' up till laterr."
She smiles
"No matterr, though. It'll be a lovely walk with yeh anyways. Pickin' up gossip will be a bonus." :D
She gathers their things together and the pair head back for the city gates.
She continues up to the gates.
Guard: Goodday miss.
She nods to him. Goodday. I'm new to this city, could you tell me where I could buy clothes and such?
Guard: Well, there's always the market, you could try there, miss.
After getting directions, she thanks the guard politely and goes off to the marketplace.
*she soon finds herself separated from her wolf form and she looks at her surroundings, seeing Maya still grazing in the field*
*the wolf looks at her and nods*
You chose a very quiet suitable spot to start your training.
First things first.. we have come here to help you become suited with yourself. You have a power that grows inside you that isn't of the divine natural that you are used to. This power is more attuned with who you are rather than what you were trained to accept.
This power is of the arcane... more material than spiritual and you have come here to learn how to control it.
*she nods*
I am sure you have already begun to feel the energies flow within and seen some of the abilities that they are capable of.
For some of the spells to be cast there is nothing to it, just a state of mind and the ability to control them...for other spells there are more complicated uses. These spells need a material object in order to be cast...
One of these spells enables you to use the magics to enhance your strike and that is why I asked for you to make the bracelet with the wooden target. That bracelet is that material component needed in order to cast the spell.
*the wolf gets up and walks to a nearby tree and has Anaya follow her, bringing her bow with her*
*the wolf stands at a fair distance and has Anaya stand at about 50 ft away from the tree*
Now make a shot at one of the leaves dangling from that branch.
*Anaya looks at the wolf and readies her bow, taking aim and letting the arrow fly. The arrow wizzes through the tree grazing several leaves and landing on the other side*
How am I to make a shot at a single leaf? I am able to hit more than one.. but not a single one.
Aye. For some situations a clear shot is presented and you will be able to hit the target, but when situations are more severe and complicated a pure shot isn't always available. The target being too far away, too small, a direct shot to make the right injury, or if the target should be moving. This is what comes in handy in these situations.
Now this time, pick a single leaf..concentrate... and get a clear shot of that single target. Let your energies guide your shot.
*she nods and does what she is told, focusing on a single leaf, closing her eyes a second to concentrate and focusing back on the leaf. She lets the bracelet dangle and it changes to a asoft glow. She aims and lets the arrow fly..this time the arrow shoots through the leaf and lands on the other side of the tree, a couple of feet from the original shot..the leaf still attached to the stem of the arrow*
Very well done. All you need to remember is to concentrate and take hold of the energies. Give them their freedom do their job but restrain them so they don't get out of control..you are the one in control.... remember that
*she nods and walk over to pick up her two arrows, wiping the dirt off of them on the grass and placing them back in her quiver*
To get a better feel for them..maybe do some exercises just to get the feel of the energy they possess.
*a strong wind blows and she wakes and looks out over the field and watches the sunset. The herbs are nothing but a pile of ash on the flat rock and she lays back to look at the sky, adorned with hues of purple, blue, orange, pink , and red*
*Maya trots up and nudges her with her muzzle and she laughs*
Yeah....yeah I love you too.
*she smiles and sits up, scratching her chin*
You have a good meal?
*Maya nods her head and whinnies and she smiles*
Ok well let's get back to the city before it gets dark...
*she rebards the horse, fittin her saddle on her back, on top of the saddle balnket and sliding the bit and bridle over her head*
*she picks up her bag and her bow and quiver and mounts up, taking the reins and turnig toards the city*
Let's go home.
*they ride back to the city, passing through the gate not to long after the moon is prominent in the night sky and head back to the SSAG*
To the SSAG
Tyros looked at them with his beautiful grey eyes for a moment, mainly for their plated mails and strage-looking armours and then said, with his clear and unnused voice:
(elven: Greetings! How are you, man?
The guard looked at Tyros, and then he looked at the other guard. "Wha's he talking 'bout, Jareld?"
"I think e's talkin' elvish or somethin'. Maybe we should call 'Ereld, eih? I think 'e can talk elvish."
(common: There is no need to do that, my good man. I can talk the common language but it is harder for me. I'm Tyros Elessar.
Tyros takes a short bow to the guards.
The two guards look at each other, sceptical. They make a frown and shift their weight feeling unconfortable with the small gesture of respect. "Don't you do that in front of us, sir. We don't deserve it. I'm Jareld and this 'ere is Kereld. What can we do ta 'elp ya?"
Tyros looks intrigued at the guards. He had always been taught to bow as a greeting.
A pleasure to meet you. I would like to know where I can meet some of my kind."
I think tha' you can get ta know some elvish folks at the Nobodys Inn. Some strange folks stop there also. Don't they, Jareld?"
"Aye, they do. You could also go to tha weatherby's boardin' house. Pretty good housin' at a reasonable fee, it has."
Tyros bows once more, much for the dismay of the simple guards. Thank you very much, my good friends. Your help is very useful for my search. Until we may meet again."
Tyros heads on through the iron gate, in a rather fast pace. When he reaches the city itself, he stops cold in his tracks. So many people, busy as little bees. He could have never imagined there would so many people in the world, let alone in a city. The awe in his head disappeares as he shakes his head. He continues to stroll down the avenue, to find the said Inn.
[To Elsewere]
I told you not to do that, sir. So, how was your first night in the city?
It couldn't have been better. I've met a beautifull elf and I slept on a very comfy thing. I was thinking about going to hunt, now.
Oh, I see. What kind of game are you lookin' for?
Don't know yet. I might try to catch a boar or such...
A good 'unt that'll be. I believe you can find some of them boars in the forest to east of the city. But, might I ask how on earth are you going to carry a boar back home, should you capture one? Those things can wiehgt over 100 kilos. I think you should take a horse, or a mule.
Tyros ponders for a while.
You are right. I should head back to town to get something to carry all the weight of that mighty beast. Thank you for your advice my friend.
Tyros takes another bow at the guard, who's begining to get used to it. Tyros heads back to the market square.
[to the market square]
.oO(This will get the blood running... I certainly cannot take Hunter with me. It would easily scare away my prey.)
Tyros looks at the mule with a smile and rubs it behind its ears. He looks straight into Hunter's eyes and speaks in a gentle tone of voice.
I'm sorry, Hunter. I didn't want to do this but I'm gonna have to tie you to some tree. It's for your own protection. You wouldn't want to escape, now, would you? Until you learn how to stay I cannot take any chances. Hope you understand this.
The mule doesn't move for a while and then licks Tyros in the face, gently.
Oh, very well. I won't tie you too tight.
Come on. [i] Tyros takes the mule's reins and ties them in a tree, a tree wich is surrounded by some grass. He then gently strokes the creature in the forehead. Tyros takes his Longbow and puts into his shoulder. His quiver of arrows ready to be used in his back. He sets off into the forest, mentally marking his way to the mule's site. He keeps walking for a while, alway on the lookout for a dangerous beast and for any tracks that might lead him to a Wild Boar. He stops suddenly.
.oO( Tracks. Recently made tracks. A fat mammal. Yes... wasn't rushing, or the footprints with be farther from each other. Probably he was just feasting on the grass around here. The tracks head to north of here. I guess I found it.)
He quickly readies his bow with an arrow. He starts walking slowly, gazing all around himself, following the tracks. Birds can be heard in the treetops, happily singing. The tracks begin to appear more heavily marked, meaning that whatever had made them was nearer now.
.oO(Either that or it has fattened a lot in the past 30 minutes...
He ears something at the distance. A strange noise it was. Looked like something, or someone was trying to snore very loudly. Tyros smirks and looks behind him, where a strong and large tree stands. Tyros puts his longbow in his back and the arrow back in the quiver. He tries to climb the great tree. But the part of the tree in wich he tried to climb was humid and he slipped.
.oO(I gotta be sleeping not to be able to climb such a tree. No matter, I'll try again.)
Tyros tries again, this time in the opposite part of the tree. He manages to grab himself to a low branch and to climb the tree from there. The tree's branches were strong and thick. A mule could almost pass through them. Tyros starts walking carefully, his longbow drawn again, and an arrow between his fingers. He goes to as far as he can, following the lenght of the branch.
.oO(Ah! There you are. Great beast indeed. Just keep yourself like that...)
Tyros was aiming at a grown up wild boar. Not a very big one, but definetly not small. It was all dark-grey, with some hints of white in its back. He was just tasting the all the yummy bits of grass he could get his big sniffing nose into. Tyros knew it was a mighty beast. It had a great resistance to physical harm, being able to charge at its foe even when dying or bleeding.He was against the soft wind, so the boars scent could not capture him. All was well.
.oO(And now...)
Tyros lets the arrow fly swiftly across the green forest. It hits the boar in it's right hind leg. The boar reacts instantaneausly, snoring with pain. Its great snores echoe in the trees surrounding him. The boar, with the arrow still craved in its skin, started fleeing form the site, heading in the direction of Tyros' mule.
.oO(Just my luck. Now I'm gonna have to run!)
Tyros takes puts his bow into his back and descends to the ground, imediatly following the dificult to miss trail left by the the endangered animal. He continues to run at his full speed in that thick jungle. He stops about a minute later, to catch up on his breath. The loud snores of the boar abruptely ending. Tyros stands up. An intense silence hits the forest. The birds stopped singing, at least in that area.
.oO(This won't end well...)
A slight and increasing Tathumpt, tathumpt, tathumpt! can be heard. Tyros readies his bow with an arrow and turns to face the noise. An enraged wild boar appears from behind a tree, charging in the direction of Tyros. Tyros, shoots the arrow he had ready, aiming for the head of the incoming beast. It hits because the target was already close to Tyros, when the shot was fired. The great animal tripped and fell into the ground, at Tyros' feet. Tyros' heart was bumping at full galope. That was a rush. A hunter's rush. Tyros kneeled besides the slain animal.
Thank you, mother Nature, for this gift you have presented me. May its spirit endure in the flesh of those who'll consume it.
Tyros took the arrow from the boars hind leg and the one stuck into its chest. Tyros threw those away and started dragging it for a while.
[color=green].oO(This just won't do.. it's too heavy. I'll have to get Hunter to carry it)
Tyros quickly hides the corpse under the lifted roots of a nearby tree. He marks the tree with his short sword. He then started to walk swiftly in the direction where he had left Hunter. Several minutes later, he found the mule and took her back at the place where he hid the corpse. He puts the full weight of the slain boar on top of the mule's saddle. Hunter chuckles a little bit and Tyros takes the reins, directing Hunter out of there. In about 2 hours, Tyros was already able to see the City's Walls. As he gets to the gate, Jareld sees him and his great load.
Quite a 'unt that was. I see you got yourself a good one.
Yes, it was. But I became careless and almost got run over by this little fellow. It turn out great, though. I'm gonna put it in my room and...
Eheheehe!! You gotta be kiddin' me! Keep that thing in your room? Mrs Weatheby might have something to say about that. You should try to sell that great carcass in the market square. Come to think about it, I might have a good buyer to you. He's a butcher, he is. And I'm told he doesn't get much meat from his suplyers. Too expensive, it would seem. Maybe you could help him with that and make a living out of it. I'm sure he won't refuse it. It's near the road that leads to the SSAG.
While Jareld was talking, Tyros was pondering that possibility. His gold was already begining to linger. He had to find something to sustain his life in the city. And if he could help someone with that...
And what is the SSAG?
Oh it's some sort of adventurer's guild. They have some adventuring running there. I believe I heard they were training recruits to an adventure.
Oh, I see. Well, no good can come of that. Unless they are helping the city.
And they are. They always help the city or anyone that asks them to do that. I believe Hermy, the great and noble hero, was seen looking for sneaky persons, to help with that scouting business of his.
Yes, well. I believe I'll look at that later. I'm going to sell this lump of good meat and then I might go to an Inn to have some food. Thank you for the little chat. I hope to see you again, soon.
Tyros takes his usual bow to the guard and heads off to the meet the said butcher, thinking about wich inn he would try this time.
[To the market square]
He's got some skills on hunting. 5 rabbits isn't a bad hunt, not at all.
No it's not. Must've taken him all afternoon to catch those.
Oh no. When he left the sun had barely rised above the trees.
Oh... Well, it's not such a big deal, then. I think even I could capture 5 rabits in such a time.
Jereld eyes Kereld as soon as he say those words. His eyes looking deadly serious.
You almost cut your fingers with your eating knife. I honestly don't know why you are still in the guard. You can't hold a spear straight without trembling. You almost took an eye out of Hereld yesterday because o' that.
That's so not true. He put his head right in front of me spear. What fault have I that coffee gets a hold of me?
Right! So now it's coffee problems, eih? Well, that settles it. I'll tell Mereld not to give you any coffee, any more.
I oughta...
Good afternoon, gentleman. How are you doing today? Got myself a good load of rabits. 11 to be precise. But I lost about 5.
Jereld looks stunned as he sees the other side of the mule. it was packed with some more rabits.
Eleven, eih? That's a pretty good score. I told you he had some skills on the business. It's a shame about the other 5, isn't it?
Yes.... Well, no. Not really. i didn't need any more so i guess it's ok that they escaped my arrows. I'm going to deliver these to Mr. Humpsted, now.
Oh, I see you talked to me friend. Well, that's good news for a change. Have a good day, sir.
Tyros continues to walk, heading towards the market place, but not before he bowed to Jereld and to Kereld in a way to say goodbye.
[To the market square]
.o0(Maybe I should have bought a new coat)
.o0(My timing as usual is terrible, its nearly the middle of the night and here I am just now getting into town. I should have just skipped resting to take lunch)
When he gets within sight of the gates themselves he adjusts the mask over the left side of his face, to make sure it is covering all that it needs to. Just to be sure he pulls his hood over his head.
Gate Guard: "You there. What business have you in the city at this time of night?"
Brand: "I am just a weary traveler in need of a place to rest my feet."
Gate Guard: "Alright, Theres the Nobodys Inn not too far from here, take the road left then take a left when you get to the end you should find is easily enough."
Brand: "Thank you sir, have a good evening."
The stranger walks into town and down the left road...
(off to elsewhere...)
When Halandar finally gets close enough that he feels he can do something, he finds something to throw to make some rustling noises, then throws it in the hopes that the guards will investigate.
Waiting for the gaurds to move, he creeps up behind them, and shouts "Boo!"
The gaurds turn around startled bear their weapons upon a child, dressed in a concealing grey cloak.
Halandar bursts out in laughter. The guards say "who are you? and what is your business here at night?"
Halandar looks at them oddly, and says in elven "what? How do you do? I'm looking for an inn in this city."
The gaurds regard the child, speaking in a foreign tongue, the gaurds call up to the other gaurds, "He, uh what'd he say Katar?"
"Dunno, Kale, uh what are we going to do?"
Halandar says in Elven, "Hello?," waves hand around, "I would like to at least get inside the city gates, there are some pretty big predators out here you know"
"Kale, he's talking again, does it remind you of any language?"
"block off passage for the little guy, until we can find someone to translate, what do you think he's speaking in?"
"your guess is as good as mine Kale"
Halandar says again, "um may I at least get some help here??"
Katar go get someone while I go find someone to translate for the little guy.
Shall we?
Tyros hand was now pointing at the dark forest.
. o O (Concentrate. Not just hunting, sneaking. sigh)
"Yes, we go."
Begins to slide into the underbrush.
.oO(Must be quiet if I want to get into the adventure.)
Tyros keeps moving at a steady pace, without loosing sight of Donnavin.
Squats beneath a low hanging tree branch and looks lamely at the ground, not really looking for tracks at all.
Presses his thumb into his bow.
. o O (Hmmm....)
.oO(Looking for tracks?)
Tyros looks at the ground beneath his feet looking for footprints of any kind of animal and scratches his elbow while he does that.
.oO(Itchy)
No answer.
. o O (Sigh)
Stands again and starts footpadding along again.
. o O (Well, can you hear him?)
Starts listening for the difference between his own footsteps and Tyros's.
And for Tyros part, Donn is not all that quiet either.
A few small rodents scamper away from them as they approach.
Lets his eyes wander, and finally starts searching for animal tracks.
. o O (Now, hmmmm. Lets find something first.)
.oO(He must be a great hunter, to be able to walk like that without fear of being caught by a wolf. Maybe he knows that we aren't near any game worth hunting.)
Tyros keeps his thoughts to himself and continues to look for tracks, always caring not to make too much noise.
Though, find isn't the best word for it.
Up ahead, 50 feet, in the bushes to the right of them, something seems to stir. The bushes shake and a high pitched growl can be heard coming from them.
.oO(This was a nice hunt... even with that cheetah also trying to capture this deer. It should've looked up...)
He kept on going, slowly and carefully not to force Hunter too much. He had come to like it a lot and it was a good friend. It would work for food which was fine with Tyros since he could easily provide her with that. He still couldn't resist tapping the cute mule in its floppy ears.
.oO( Funny...)
He thought as he tapped the long ears once again at what Hunter responded with a Brrrrrfff! .
Oh very well... But I can't help it. :D
Hunter gently bit Tyros ravaged coat. Tyros smiled to it in response.
We're almost there.
As Tyros passes through the gate, he bows to Jereld and Kereld who bow back in response. He continues on to the Market Square where he delivers the deer to the Shopkeep and gets paid [15 silver] for his work. He then heads off to the SSAG to talk with Volos.
She waves to the guards as she passes them and heads through the gate and onto the trail. She looks to Screech and sends him thoughts for his keen sight to find any tracks the travelers may have made
"Pinecones, dirt, arrows. That wasn't even a hunting trip."
Llayla rubs her head on his leg.
"And what were those."
Llyala growls in response.
"We can only hope."
Heads bck into town.
Gamis leads them through the trees on horseback, and they break into the clearing where Khan the goblin warlord's camp once stood. The paladin blinks as he realizes it's been more than a year since he was here last and carried Khan's armored body from this clearing to present it at the melee between the Jackals and Khan's goblinoid mercenaries.
The clearing's past doesn't show. The tents, the bodies of the worgs and goblin lieutenants, the torture apparatus that the captured elf ranger, Aramil, had been suffering on... All are long gone. Taken with them by fleeing, defeated bugbears or hobgoblins or goblins, or cleaned up by the human forces in the aftermath, most likely, Gamis thinks. Ground moving and settling while damp has filled in old holes where poles were driven. There isn't even a broken tent peg to be seen.
"Look around as you like," the paladin tells the recruits. "We'll take a break here. Water and treat your horses, but remember there's still the trip back."
"Wonder if there's any fresh water around here," Gere says mostly to himself.
"Sounds like it'd be good," Gustaf replies. "Wanna look?"
"Yeah," the other Jackal says. "Let's go." The two of them leave their lances behind as they go under the low boughs of the trees on horseback, clopping placidly along as they look. After a few minutes of fruitless looking they split up, Gere going left, Urs going right.
Ahead of Gere, the sky opens up when trees stop at the edge of a shallow ravine--no, streambed. A small one, and dry right now before the thaw. No water, though. Still, feeling he has a bit of a lead, Gere turns his horse right, upstream. "Urs! Found a dry stream!" he calls loudly up ahead. No response. He must be out of earshot, but up ahead. The bed makes a bend up ahead, he can see, so Gustaf might not have encountered the stream yet. Since it provides a clearer line of sight than the woods, he decides to continue on it and keep an eye out for Urs.
His horse's hooves shift gravel in the empty bed as he steps, going around the bed he sees ahead, then another. Still no Gustaf. He should be close, though. "Urs!" he hollers again. No response. Gere continues on to the crunch of hooves in the gravel, the sound of himself and his mount's breathing, and the creak and shift of harness. Other than that, silence.
With his face slightly numb from the chilly air and no other skin exposed, he doesn't notice the shift in the wind. But his horse's nostrils suddenly far wider than when he breathes normally. He nickers loudly, tossing his head, eyes widening as well. Gere is caught off-guard by the reaction, but brings his head back under control easily. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asks, eyes raising as he tries to follow the horse's gaze.
For a split-second he sees nothing. That instant lags in the nervous silence of the streambed as foreboding settles in the pit of his stomach like a steel ball. His hand flexes and starts to move towards his sword.
Then scrub oak on the right bank explodes at the exit of a hulking, lumbering, screaming apparition of claws, beak, fur, and wide, mad eyes. It bears down Gere and his horse, making a terrifying roar that transitions glottally into a stuttering hoot with both its feathered and furred arms, tipped with long, sharp claws stretched out towards its prospective prey. Gere swears loudly in alarm at the same time his horse whinneys in fright. He tugs on the reins, wheeling his mount to face the left bank, lower than the right one that the owlbear came loping down, looking easily scaled by the horse. Gere's mind clamps shut on his fear like the hooked beak of his ambusher. Retreat, it tells him. This thing looks way too mean to fight on my own.
The beast reaches claw reach and swipes at the horse, leaving four parellel gashes across his rump that start to seep blood with the first throb of the horse's pulse, at the same time he screams. One hoof kicks backward hard, guided by reflex and the direction the scratch came from, and takes the owlbear in the ribs. It screams in anger, recoiling slightly as the horse dashes up the bank.
Gere is looking backward with a grimace on his face as he draws his sword, just a glance to check on the foe while he gives his horse his head to make his own way up the bank. He turns his face forward again just in time for a low-hanging branch to hit him clothesline-style across the collarbone. With a loud "Oomph!" he reels backward, reins slipping from his gloves and his left foot sliding out of his stirrup. Riding instinct makes him jerk the other foot free of the other one to keep himself from what could easily be a lethal drag while he's still in mid-air. But as he falls, the side of his right knee impacts hard with a big, smooth rock resting at the roots of the tree that knocked him out of the saddle. He feels bone break, and shouts loudly in pain. Rolling away from the knee as the rest of his body lands, he slips onto the edge of the bank and tumbles down it.
Flying dirt and gravel fill his mouth and eyes as he rolls, landing in a heap at the foot of the bank, thankfully not on top of his broken joint or his own naked sword. His mind has only a moment to register that piece of luck before it fills with dread when the musky stink of the owlbear's coat hits his nostrils and he hears it hoot. "Oh, Mother, no..." he gasps, scrambling ineffectually to face the monster with his sword. He hears gravel shift under its feet as it takes a step and prays fervently.
Gustaf is already running towards the sound of the ruckus full-tilt. He had found a little spring, neither his scent reaching the owlbear's beak or the owlbear's reaching his bay's nose, his greataxe in hand. He felt that there was no time to get on his horse again. The shouts don't sound like they're far as he runs along the edge of the empty streambed, dodging trees, until he swats aside a pine branch and sees his Jackal comrade rolling down the bank with his right leg at what just might be an odd angle, looking from this distance. And he sees the monster his friend is lying in front of. "Gere!!!" he shouts loudly, trying to distract the owlbear from its prey. The creature ignores him, seeming to see an easy kill ahead of it. Gere's eyes flick towards Urs, and with a blubber of pain and panic, his left hand seeks the closest round river rock it can lay on. He throws it at the owlbear, glancing off its shoulder. It steps back in surprise, then screams angrily and raises its arms again.
Urs realizes he has nothing to throw--his axe won't be accurate enough. The owlbear is closer to Gere than he is to it, and it's going to kill him if he doesn't do something now. His eyes fall on an adolescent tree teetering dangerously out of the edge of the bank, its roots giving out as the water has weathered away their support. He sees its angle, perfect, and acts immediately as he casts his axe down and throws his considerable weight and muscle against the tree, heaving it hard, praying that this works...
Urs grunts as the tree pivots as its roots tear free, gaining speed as it falls farther. He loses his own balance with the force of the shove and lands on his chest, facing down the slant of the bank. The tree crashes down under its own weight, catching the owlbear across the right shoulder and bearing it to the ground on its chest. It roars again in fury and pain.
Gustaf is already scrambling to his feet, grabbing his axe. "Gere!" he shouts again as he stumbles down the bank and runs to his fallen comrade, keeping an eye on the pinned owlbear. The hulk throws Gere's free arm over his shoulder and stumbles away from the monster with him hurridly. He drags Gere up the right bank and back the way he came, as the owlbear strains to shove the tree off or squirm out from under it. It roars and hoots again furiously, its round eyes turning towards the retreating Jackals. Gustaf is dwindling in them as he returns towards the spring he left his horse at. "C'mon, Gere!" he says urgently, putting the smaller man across its withers and jumping up into the saddle behind him. "We'll get you to Sir Pfaebinn. I don't think it's coming after us." He urges the horse to go back to the clearing, threading between trees as he balances Gere carefully.
Urs, horse, and wounded burst into the clearing where the other Jackals are waiting with a shout. They and their teacher come running, asking what happened. Gere is handed down carefully to waiting hands, who lay him out carefully, then bring him water. "My horse is still out there," he says distractedly, shock setting in. "Can someone get him?"
"Sure, Gere... Urs, take me where this happened. Keep him warm, recruits; I'll be back to take care of that leg in a few minutes."
Gere is calm and conscious but pale fifteen minutes when they return, leading his recovered horse, who is looking shaken but in good shape.
"Did you get that thing?" he calls. Gamis nods, then delegates Jackal recruits to help him as he gets to work on setting and healing Gere's leg.
When the wounded Jackal is feeling better, and his horse, too, has had its scratches healed, the columns form again and start back to the city. Enough excitement for one afternoon. Adrenaline backwash is still making Gere and Gustaf's hands twitch as they grip their reins and tell their instructor what happened back there. He nods, commending Urs on his quick thinking with the tree, as they pass through the east gate and head back to the Jackal compound.
Miri frowns. I remember when we fought owlbears, they're nasty. I can't imagine two of the Jackals being enough to fight one off.
. o O (Owl-bare?) "What are we hunting?"
Urs had a brilliant stroke of luck... It was about to savage Gere when he came running up. He pushed a half-dead tree onto it and pinned it long enough for them to get away. Urs led me back there and I finished it off.
It's an unnatural creature, Donnavin. Something that was magically warped from it's intended form. It's like an owl and a bear put in one animal, and very big. Miri smiles warmly at Gamis, though he can't see her face from her position behind him on the horse.
Gamis leads them to the toppled tree but there is no longer an owl bear's body beneath it.
Damn... Scavangers must've worked fast. Any trail, Donnivan?
. o O (More unnatural animals...) Stares grimly at the ground and looks for unnatural footprints, either an owl's or a bears and puts an eye to trees for either feathers or fur. . o O (Who makes these abominations.) Tries to imagine an owl and a bear. "Wouldn't it fly if it was an owl and a bear?"
Mirielle swings down from the horse, examining the ground. Donn, I'd like to collect samples from the creature. Do you see anything? Droppings, even? {Search +8 to find owlbear goodies}
Donnavin upon careful examination can make out wolf tracks, drag marks, and some curious looking bear tracks only two feet instead of four. Miri can find a few feathers and bits yellowish brown fur but not enough to satisfy her curiousity
"Wolves drug something this way." Looks to Llyala. ""Recognize them?" Llyala sniffs the tracks and huffs.
Miri moves back over to Valor, and climbs back up behind Gamis
Makes sense... *Gamis reaches down and helps Miri up* I think Gere said it was hiding over... Here when it burst out at him. *Valor clops over to the bank and the scrub oak stand that he seems to remember*
Looks closer. "And some two footed bear feet go this way," points "but it must have been injured or something, the feet aren't shaped right." . o O (waiiiiit......)
A mate, perhaps? Miri surmises.
Maybe... We've fought them in pairs before... They walk on two legs most of the time, Donn, *Gamis tells him.* Let's go after these prints. Can you lead us, Donnivan?
Strings his bow and nods. Studies the tracks a little more, trying to gauge a date of when they were made before heading down the trail.
If it had a mate... well, these things are much too dangerous to have so near the city. ...though, I wonder if there might be an egg to collect?
Worth a thought... Maybe we can find a nest.
They travel westard through forest about a quarter of a mile when Donnavin senses that they are no longer alone.
He spins and notches an arrow. Glancing to Gamis and Miri "shhhhhh."
Mirielle's eyes widen, and she silently readies her crossbow. Gamis frowns and reaches for his sword as he scans their surroundings.
Donn tilts his head towards the bushes ahead of him and to the left before taking careful aim at the bush. . o O (Please not tiny wingy elves.) Llyala raises her hackles and slinks a short ways left, slipping into the underbrush.
A head pops up from behind the bushes with feathers and it rotates to look at the group it turns and it looks like the owlbears Gamis has seen before. However it rushes too quickly for the paladin but Donnavin was ready for this and quickly fires an arrow at the beast. However his aim is slightly off as the arrow veer to the right of the owlbear's head
Initiative Donn 17 Llyala 7 Owlbear 3 Gamis 3 Miri 1
Donnivan drops the bow and pulls out both bastard swords, moving just out of the path of the owlbear and Gamis. Llyala waits in the bushes, waiting to pounce when the creature's back is turned and tear its legs out from under it.
Donnavin runs up leaving Gamis a clear path, the creature so focused on the shiney armor runs errantly by Donnavin who lashes out and scores a deep cut across its midsection Llyala charges out from the underbrush and rips into the owlbear's leg knocking it to the ground. The creature cries out in frustration shaking free and standing up Llyala bites it again before it can move away but it can not reach Gamis just yet.
Hop down, Miri, *Gamis says to her*
Miri suppresses a moment's irritation, as she'd been ready to shoot, and slides off Valor. Ixchal continues surveying the area from her shoulder, watching for more owlbears. Miri looks to see if she can still target the owlbear, and if so, fires off a shot.
Miri fires a shot into the creature's midsection, but does not seem to notice in the rage that it is in.
*Gamis releases Valor, who's been strainingly anxious to charge the monster*
Gamis sinks his downward in a long graceful arc that flashes and cuts deeply in the creatures shoulder. It lets out a frightful scream. However it is still standing. Ixchal starts chittering to Miri "Big somethings coming run hide" Donnavin can hear it too now, and Llyala and Valor smell something coming as the wind shifts blowing to the group.
Ignores the rumbling noise, focusing on the current opponent, swinging viciously with both swords. . o O (Die and freeze in hell you mockery of the Mother's work!)
Gamis! More are coming! For a moment, Mirielle considers a fireball, then she thinks of the vegetation around her, and prepares to cast her grease spell.
Bunch up! *Valor's snort asserts it, too* Where we can cover for you!
Llyala darts to the side of the creature opposite where the noise is coming from and tries to pull its legs from under itself again, howling as she does so.
Donnavin charges and slices into the abomination, but its thick hide deflects some of the blow. Llyala again rips at its leg pulling it off its feet. The owlbear swipes weakly at the wolf before collapsing into a heap. Then two more creatures burst through the vegatation about 25ft away from the Donnavin, Gamis, and Llyala, 40ft from Miri. One is about six feet tall and then the other with dark brown fur tower tall. It would easily make Aric look small.
Turns in the direction of the incoming creature and see's his bow on the ground too far away. Releases his left hand bastardsword and draws his boot knife, hurling it at the nearest hostile creature.
*Miri reaches for the pork rind in her component pouch, making arcane gestures* Glisse-vouze! *She uses grease to slow down the owlbears*
Llyala latches onto the fallen owlbear's throat, ensuring it doesn't get up, savoring the taste uncooked flesh for once.
*Valor's body tenses again and Gamis gives his sword a twirl. He waits for an owlbear to leave the slicked area before readying his shield and leveling a thunderous charge at the first owlbear to make its way out of the area of Miri's spell*
Donnavin's dagger pierces the wing of the smaller one. The larger one lets out a deafing roar seeing the wolf tear into the fallen owlbear. The pair move slowly out of the area much to easy for the groups confort. Gamis and Valor charge once again horse and rider moving as one and his strike is savage leaving a big gash across the bigger creature
Tightens grip on his bastard sword and moves in swinging. "Llyala! Eat later! Llyala darts from the owlbear's neck and moves to flank with her master, hoping to pull the smaller creature to the ground like before, all this, attempting to lay low from the creatures' wrath.
Donnavin moves in on the smaller one and with a quick swipe he leaves a nasty looking wound across the top of the creature' beak. It tries to retaliate but Donnavin ducks underneath its swipes. The bigger one brings a vicious strike bearing down on Gamis, but at the last moment the paladin manuevers his shield to deflect the blow. Llyala moves to attack but her jaws snap at nothing as the creature moves out of the way.
*Miri tries to maneuver around to get as clear a shot as possible on the big owlbear while staying reasonably out of harm's way and releases her strongest necromancy at daddy owlbear*
*Gamis's sword slices at the big owlbear several times. Valor snaps his teeth at the little one, then rears and pummels the big one with both hooves*
Miri's ray springs forth from her finger but the ray is way off the mark hitting some tree harmlessly. Gamis swings putting all of his might into his attacks, but perhaps he should have tried for accuracy. His first one causes him to bobble his weapon and the other two never seem to recover from his first blunder. Valor however is quiet the marksman hitting both creatures squarely
Lunges at the smaller abomination, pulling back suddenly and swinging the blade at its upper body, trying to distract it from Llyala's foot snapping. . o O (abomination, Abomination, Abomination!!) Llyala angles for the thing's legs again, snarling and growling.
Donnavin hits the little one twice both cuts slice deep and the creature howls in agony, but Llyala still can not grab hold of anything. Donnavin is a little slow after using both weapons and the little one latches on with both claw tearing at his flesh painfully. (-15hp 2 nonlethal) The bigger one similarly latches on to Gamis but his armor protects him rather well (-1hp 4 nonlethal)
*Miri curses her aim, not for the first time, and focuses on the wooden token among her spell components. The spell completed, she re-cocks and loads her crossbow*
*Grimacing when he sees Donn hurt badly, Gamis splits up his attacks to harrow the little one, too. Valor bites the little one, then gives each owlbear one of his heavy-hooved strikes*
Gamis' luck seems to have take a turn for the worse twice the big creature deflects the paladins sword and the little one steps out of the way as Gamis strikes the ground rather solidly. Valor is more than happy to take the fight to the little one bitting hard and a swift kick conects to its head, but he can not kick the big one as it steps out of the way.
Glowers in hate, lashing out at the smaller creature. . o O (You'll be lucky if all you do is die.) Llyala smells a change in her master's disposition, snips and snaps in a frenzy at the insighting creatures heel tendons.
Donnavin fury is quiet terrible and conects solidly three times. He nemisis falls never to rise again. Llyala bites the big owlbear but is not strong enough to pull him off his feet. The owlbear is unable to get past Gamis' rigid defenses. Miri unleashes her finger ray again this time with remarkable success. The owlbear shudders and screams but still it refuses to flee.
*Gamis hacks at the remaining owlbear again, hoping his aim is finally on this time, as Valor continues to bite and kick*
Indeed Gamis strikes the owlbear once but its thick hide absorbs most of the blow. His next blow is horrid his blade goes flying from his hand in the back swing and lands within 10 feet of Miri who blinks in shock. Valor bites and kicks the owlbear once. The creature's breathing now seems labored and heavy as it appears to be losing steam.
Swallows the pain and steps into the owlbear's side with three heavy thrusts. Llyala leaps and bites at the owlbear's butt, hoping to unbalance him enough to topple him.
Donnavins does not need more than the first blow to land as the creature slumps and topples to the ground. Llyala yelps and jumps out of the way avoiding the falling creature.
Pants . o O (Dead, all dead. Cleansed.) Stares hard at the Owlbear's body and head. . o O (Cleansed).
*Gamis swears at himself as he gets down from Valor and picks his sword up, cleaning the blood from it.* You alright, Donn? Looks like it clawed you pretty good.
"It hurts with pressure." Presses the wound and yelps. "but its not dangerous Gamis-Alpha."
This should help. *Gamis clanks over to him, stowing sword and shield as silver light crackles into being on his hands [lay on hands +15]
Feels himself relaxing quite comfortabley. "Thank you Gamis-alpha."
She darts a sidelong glance at Gamis, considering teasing him for dropping his sword, then decides that would be a bit unkind.
I only asked for one owlbear, darling, not a whole bouquet!
The paladin pulls Donnivan's dagger out of the small one's wing, wipes it for him, and returns it. "Excellent swordsmanship, Donn," he compliments the northman.
"Thank you, Gamis-alpha."
Llyala slinks over to Donn, and after checking his wounds herself trots over to the smalles owlbear, and begins to gnaw on the more tender parts of his body.
Looks at the owlbears. "Who made them, Miri-sister?"
She goes about the body with a piece of string, taking measurements and jotting down notes.
But...
Biting her lip in frustration, she looks at the other dead owlbears.
Well, if I take the beaks and talons of the big ones, and a whole small one, that would be okay...
"Looks to me like this's a young one... The one that went after Urs and Gere was about this size. So... That one could be the female." He indicates the one that Llyala is chewing on. "And she looks manageable, if Llyala will give her up..." He looks at the wolf.
The paladin draws his dagger and heads over to Behemoth and lifts one gigantic paw, marveling at the claws, then at his armor for stopping them as he takes his gauntlets off. He bends one digit down, extending the claw more, until his fingers can feel the knuckle joint where it flexes. With his left hand he grips the claw and maintains the flex while he slices into the bent, open joint with the blade, cutting until he has removed the claw. He holds it up to get a closer look and whistles. "That's one."
Her bloody maw lifts from the smallest owlbear's neck, and whines.
"Bigger."
Begrudginly Llyala pads over to the largest owlbear, and greedily takes the first bits out of the rump.
"You can have it."
Llyala settles into eating.
. o O (I wonder)
"Would this be decent eating do you think? It could feed Volos-brother's kitchen for a while."
Eyes the large owlbear.
He straightens up from his crouch and offers two of the big claws to Donn. "Trophy?" The rest he hands to Miri, then clanks around to share space with Llyala while he removes the back claws.
. o O (That really could have fed us for weeks.)
Accepts the claws.
"Thank you."
Holds each by an outer talon.
"How will we drag the small one back? Should we bleed it out first, and lighten it?" Looks to Mirielle. "Or would the not be ok Miri-sister?"
If I could fill this with blood, that should suffice. Then you could bleed it out.
With the weight thus reduced, the paladin rummages through his pack to produce his rope, ties it to the specimen. Then he, Donn, and Valor begin the task of dragging it out of the woods to the waiting cart.
When the owlbear is wrestled up into the cart and all their loose gear is gathered up, the group returns to the city, taking Miri's new prize to the Hightower.
*With a nod to the guards, Tensek makes his way into the woods his bow in hand and an arrow nocked to the string. Silently he makes his way through the forest scanning for goblin tracks.*
(Move Silently + 10, Hide +10, Spot +9, Survival +11 )
(Equipment: backpack (flint and steel, bedroll, and 11 days supply of trail rations), quiver of 40 arrows, torch, and waterskin.
¤ bastard sword +5 melee (1d10 damage, 19-20/x2 critical, 6 lbs., two-handed, slashing)
¤ morning star +5 melee (1d8 damage, x2 critical, 6 lbs., one-handed, bludgeoning/piercing)
¤ kukri +5 melee (1d4 damage, 18-20/x2 critical, 2 lbs., light, slashing)
¤ composite longbow +10 or +8/+8 ranged (1d8 damage, add +1 to attack and damage within 30', x3 critical, 110' range increment, 3 lbs., piercing)
Spells/day:
1 > Entangle )
(Move Silently + 10, Hide +10, Spot +9)
Andwhen he gets within a hundred feet, he can hear voices coming from a few shapes moving around the fire.
"Shouldn't he be back by now? He said he'd be back before dark?"
"Do you think he's lost?"
"Should we go looking for him?"
(Move Silently +10, Hide +10, Climb +6, spot +9, Listen +9)
The man heads in the general direction of the tree Tensk is in, and stops under it and looks up. After a few seconds he shrugs and moves a bit further out.
He circles around the perimeter of the camp and then returns to his companians.
"What was it?"
"Was it Cort?"
"I didn't find anything. Probably just a squireel."
With the added light of the torch, Tensk can make out three humans in the camp.
.oO(Stupid. Be more careful next time they almost found you out!)
From what he can gather, there appears to be three men. And the subject that pops up most appears to their missing leader, Cort.
After a few hours two of them call it a night and the third begins pacing the edge of the light produced by the campfire as he stands his watch..
(Move Silently +10, Hide +10, Climb +6)
The man on watch gives no signal that he heard anything. He countinues his perimeter pacing.
(Same rolls? I think so. ;) )
The an on watch walks passed Tensks location without giving him a second glance.
(Hide +10)
Lovely day for a stroll eh?
"Who... who are you? What are you doing here?"
He starts to back towards his sleeping companians.
From here and there. As for who I am I'm just a traveller.
What's your story?
He kicks one of his companians softly to wake him up.
"Remus, we've got company."
"At least not that we've seen."
*Tensek steps away from the camp and begins making his way backwards into the darkness surrounding it.*
(Move Silently +10, Hide +10, Survival +11)
The cook’s feverish body twisted and turned as the days went by. The poison from the kobold’s dart had been far stronger than anyone thought, struggling to draw him towards death. But the loving care of his family and Angelique proved to be stronger than the kobold’s poisonmaking skills, and he eventually began to sleep peacefully and enjoy the early signs of spring.
Angelique, on the other hand, did not recover from her wounds so easily; the venom running through her veins was not chemical nor magical, but emotional. She had seen death and violence in its rawest form, despite her best efforts to achieve a peaceful resolution between the kobolds and her friends. Over and over, she asked herself: why this happened, what had driven these people to embrace violence? Blaming herself for not trying hard enough, she retreated from her friends, spending most of her time sitting under an ancient gnarled tree that grew beside the Spiceslinger’s home, shivering in the cold. Not even elven dishes, the few that Maelut could make, enticed her to eat more than a few mouthfuls before silently returning to her tree.
As the spring’s snowflowers poked their stems through the cold ground, Maelut began planning his return to the city. He had taken his fill of the quiet town, and wanted to be back at his job and with his friends. One afternoon, after many tearful goodbyes to his family, and with packs laden with sandwiches and drinks, the cook and the bard started down the path leading away from Sorat Arlon.
Present day, standing on a hill outside the city gates
Maelut and Angelique sit on the grassy hill, looking at the tree buds and early spring blossoms. The two discuss their plans over the last of the sandwiches.
M: “I’m sure Marroc will be furious with me for not showing up when I said I would. I just hope he hasn’t found another cook.”
A: “I’m sure you’ll still have the job. Cooking is second nature to you; he’ll be glad to have you back.”
M: “Are you going to try earning a living off your puppets again?”
A: “I’ll try. It’s something I’ve always been good at, and hopefully they’ll bring some happiness to the people that buy them. Seeing people enjoy something that I make…it’s one of the greatest joys I know. My puppets can usually find an audience, everyone wants something to make them smile. But nobody hands out gold bars for toys, so I won’t be staying at Nobody’s anymore; it’s just too expensive.”
M: “Well…you could always stay with me.”
A: “That’s sweet, but I don’t want to stay with anyone at the moment. I just need the time to work things out on my own. It’s good to know that I have friends, and if I want to spend time with any of you, I’ll be around. But I’ll need my privacy for a while, I hope everyone can understand that.”
M: “Yes, we can. We don’t like it though, and we’ll miss you. Come back to us whenever you want, we’re all here for you.”
The conversation drifts off into silence, and they turn their view upward to the fluffy spring clouds drifting lazily by. After a while, they quietly pack up and head into the city. At the crossroad leading to Nobody’s they share a small hug and a silent goodbye, and the little bard walks off into the crowd, quickly disappearing among the other citizens.
After a few minutes, Maelut turns towards the Inn, sad to see his friend go.
.o0(I hope she comes back, once she sorts out everything in her head. But in the meantime, I’d better hurry back to Nobody’s. I wonder what the gods have in store for me next.)
[Exit to Nobody’s]
Of course, he might have a bit of a problem getting out of it in a hurry if something does manage to get the drop on him.
(Climb +6)
Tensk nearly falls out several times over the course of four hours.
.o0 (I am going to miss these mountains.)
She feels proud at finishing the last of her tests, despite losing most of her flock. She is finally ready to embark on the rest of her life. She turns and places the knuckles of her closed fist on her open palm and nods to Master Ma one final time, and heads out for Garic's City.
She has taken two steps when she hears a mournful bleat from behind her. She keeps walking.
Eudora: bla-a-a-a!
Ely continues walking “No.”
Tulip: “b-l-a-a-a-e-e-e?!”
Ely continues walking “No, not you either.”
Tulip and Eudora together “B-LEA-E-RAE-A-E-AE!”
Ely pauses, still facing away from them
“Look, you two belong here with your family, not with me in the city, besides, its too dangerous. I almost lost both of you too many times. Here you are safe. Here you will both stay! Now go home!
closer now Tulip: ”beaif?”
*Eudora lips Ely’s hand*
Ely quickly crosses her arms on her chest. And turns to face them and sees her master still standing in the doorway. He nods almost impreceptably
Master Ma “Go ahead you have earned them” smiles and closes the doors.
.o0(no- he can’t mean….but I…Arrrrah! wait did he just insult me? I guess he thinks there are still lessons to be learned from these sheep…crap!)
Ely “Alright come on you two!”
Tulip and Eudora together: “B-E-E-A-A-A-A-A-A!
*the trio head out for Garic's*
(Move Silently + 10, Hide +10, Spot +9, Survival +11, Listen +9)
If there are goblins in the area, they must be hiding very well.
And while he finds several cart tracks going down an old trail, most of them are too old to be the cart he is looking for. A few are a bit more recent, since the latest thaw at least,, but there s no way toee are the tracks he is looking for.
*Tensek presses on taking a north westernly course. Now instead of searching for goblins he chooses to search for any humanoid or cart tracks to follow.*
(Move Silently + 10, Hide +10, Spot +9, Survival +11, Listen +9)
One of the paths seems more used then the others. Not one of the main roads, but one that gets used more then a few times a year. It appears to head back towards the way Tensk came from on one end, and towards Garic one the other.
(Move Silently + 10, Hide +10, Spot +9, Listen +9)
"I don't think he's coming back. I think he took the money and ran."
"Cort wouldn't do that. He must have ran into a few snags trying to get back into the city or something like that."
"Or maybe he didn't even try to get back in the city. I say we go looking for him."
"Cort said to wait for him here. If we go wandering through the woods looking for him we'll miss him for sure. And miss getting our cut of the loot."
(Move Silently + 10, Hide +10, Spot +9, Listen +9)
Two of them are talking to each other across the small cooking fire. The third is pouring himself a drink from a keg placed on a rock on the otherside of the camp.
"Corts never ripped us off before, and this haul isn't near as much as the last few. He's just had a few minor problems I'm sure."
"Just because he hasn't before doesn't mean he won't now."
"You're still spooked by that visiter we had last night. I told ya, he was just a woodsman."
"Now that the woods are a bit safer, they're starting to come back."
(Move Silently + 10, Hide +10, Spot +9, Survival +11, Listen +9)
The crack of the dry branch as his foot comes down on it seems louder to the ranger then four drunk dwarves at an elven teaparty.
The three campers turn towards the sound and draw weapons.
"Someones here."
The man near the keg startsa moving towards Tensk, his sword held out in a defensive posture.
"Show yourself."
No need to be alarmed.
*Steping onto the edge of the camp he raises his hands in a non-threateningly way.*
You all seemed lost when we first met I decided I should turn back and help you out of the woods. Terribly dangerous out here now a days. Especially with that Manticore taking residence in the forest.
Tulip who has been walking on the edge of the creek seeing the sudden change of direction tries to jump up on the bank, she looses her footing and in doing so dislodges some small stones that plunk noisily into the stream.
"crap"
"I think it's you that's lost sir."
"Or you're a spy. Who sent you?"
*Tensek let's his hands fall to his sides.*
.oO(Shoulda just lobbed a couple of arrows at tehm to discourage them. come on Vicar get your head in the game.)
So I'm still looking for the goblins. I was told they stole some cart. And I was following those when I walked by your camp again.
"I told you before there aint no goblins around here."
"Who is this man that hired you? And what kind of cast was stolen?"
Don't point that thing at me.
I fail to see how who I'm working for is any of you're business. Unless you're the ones that sacked his cart.
The blade Tensk pointed downward is rauised towards his neck.
"Don't get smart with me boy. I'm the one asking the questions here."
"You're the one whose answering them."
Iniative:
Tensk
Camper 1
Camper 2
Camper 3
It seems you have me at a disadvantage.
*He slowly look back at the one menacing him.*
.oO(Two choices Tensek. Fight or flight. Get away you can loose em and pick em off one by one. Fight now and you'll get yourself killed.)
Well than three on one seems to be quite in your favor no? Well than I guess I'm left with one choice.
*Tensek bats away the two sword blades pointed at his sides and smacks the third one to the side before he takes off at a full fledge run towards the tree he was attempting to get to before he was found out. With amighty leap he grasps at the most stable branch nearest to the ground and heaves himself up.*
[jump +0, climb +7 here's hopin eh?]
Tensk runs at full speed and then leaps into the air, catching hold of a branch about twelve feet off the ground. He pulls himself up on to it, just as the three men leap up to grab him.
One of them, the one who had is sword on Tensks hand (camper 3) manages to grab hold of the branch, but can't pull himself up. The other two don't even come close to reaching Tensk.
[Casting Entangle under the two campers on the ground.]
The man dangling below Tensk curses as Tensk stomps on his fingers, and then curses ore as his legs are ensnarled by tree branches. (Camper 3)
Tensk isn't safe from his own spell either. The branches around him reach out to grab him, and he barely manages to duck out of their reach.
The man held by the underbrush struggles to break free, but to no avail. More branches, vines, and grass wrap themselves around him.
The otherman looks up at Tensk, and his shoulders slump and he starts to run back towards the campfire. The plants try to reach out for him as he moves.
The man hanging from the limb at Tensk feet, concentrates on clutching the branch he clings to and not letting the limbs entangled at his legs pull him off.
[to hit +9, damage 1d8]
The arrow sails towards its target, but is batted down by a bush as the plant grabs hold of the fleeing man and envelopes him in foilage.
The other man on the ground rips the vines and branches off from around him and then bolts towards his campfire. The plants try to reentangle him, but he weaves out of their grasp.
Below him, hanging from the branch Tensk balances on, the man pulls his legs free and hauls himself up onto the branch next to Tensk. Though the tree tries to tie him up again, he twists out of the way and draws out a wicked looking dagger.
"Nice trick. Now I'll show you one of mine." .
*Tensek spins and fires off a a pair of arrows straight at the man with the dagger.*
[Rapid shot = +8/+8 damage: 1d8+1/1d8+1, bonus +1 to damage and attack from Point Blank Shot]
One the ground below, the free man continues to struggle through the attacking plants, batting away reaching bushes, and grasping grass.
The other man struggles to break free but only ends up tighter in the grip of the underbrush.
Now if you'd just stay still this would be alot easier.
[Rapid shot = +7/+7 damage: 1d8/1d8]
*still with her back to the man*
"Sorry about that, I'm just gonna keep walking in this direction and you can continue with your bath, again, so sorry. No harm done"
remembering the sword in the wet man's hands
.o0(bathing with a sword...)
*smiles to her self*
.o0(still this man has a sword, just keep calm and move away slowly)
*continues walking away from the man while listening for movement. *
"again sorry, excuse me."
*Tulip ,having regained the bank, joins Ely and Eudora.* The sheep are wary of the man with the blade and keep a nervous eye on him.
listen +7
A moment later, Kai's ears pick up the sound of heavy treads and something rubbing against itself. It reminds him vaguely of Gamis' armor plates, but in a more woody way.
Her attention drawn, Ely also hears the strange noises.
Move Silently +11
Hide +10
Listen +4
Spot +4
.o0 he'll just get his cloths and I will just get out of here
*Upon hearing the sheep she spins around ready for the attack but the man and his cloths are gone. Looks at the sheep to see what direction the sound is coming from. Holds her staff in the ready position*
listen +7
Its legs move in a blur of speed, and Ely is left with barely time to react as the freakish thing bears down on her.
|..|SxS
|..|xE
|..|xA
|..|xxxxxxxxxxxK
|..|
|..| = stream
x = 5'
S = sheep
E = Ely
A = Giant Ant
K = Kai
Initiatives and HP:
Ely 23/23
Kai 27/27
Sheep
Giant Ant
[Kai will attempt make his way towards the monster at an angle as it charges the sheep. Once he arrives, he will jump from the brush in hopes of catching the monster side and beginning his attacks with both weapons]
[Full speed run]
unarmed atk +3
stunning fist
Kai turns and runs back, dropping his bundle. As he attempts to leap into his pants while still holding his swords he stumbles, staggers, and hops on one foot. He does manage to get into his pants, but by then the ant is biting at Ely.
An unpleasant smell wafts into Ely's face as the jaws snap inches from her. Her training takes over and she avoids the deadly chitin.
|..|SxS
|..|
|..|xE
|..|xA
|..|xxxxxxxxxxK
|..|
|..| = stream
x = 5'
S = sheep
E = Ely
A = Giant Ant
K = Kai
Initiatives and HP:
Ely 23/23
Kai 27/27
Sheep
Giant Ant
The elf changes his course slightly to take the ant from behind. As he closes in, Kai tosses the short sword in the air and catches it with his left hand(off-hand).
.oO( This is what you deserve for letting your guard down...)
[Now ready for combat, Kai will make his initial attacks from behind the Giant Ant upon reaching it]
Long sword +7 (1d8+2), Short sword +7 (1d6+2)
(-2 both weapons and -1 dam on off hand)
+5 (1d8+2), +5 (1d6+1)
18AC + dodge bonus
Originally posted by Tensek Vicar
*Tensek fires off a pair of arrows at the man running from the grasping plants.*
Now if you'd just stay still this would be alot easier.
[Rapid shot = +7/+7 damage: 1d8/1d8]
Once again slipping out of the reach of the tree, Tensk gets his arrows off. One strikes the fleeing man in the back, the other sinks into the ground near his feet.
The man keeps moving, and breaks free of the reach of the vicious vegitation.
The other man on the ground, struggles to get loose, but to no avail. More vines and grasses entwine around him.
The man on the tree branch with Tensk finds himself being tied up against the trunk of the tree by the branches.
Originally posted by kneyejailb
Once again slipping out of the reach of the tree, Tensk gets his arrows off. One strikes the fleeing man in the back, the other sinks into the ground near his feet.
The man keeps moving, and breaks free of the reach of the vicious vegitation.
The other man on the ground, struggles to get loose, but to no avail. More vines and grasses entwine around him.
The man on the tree branch with Tensk finds himself being tied up against the trunk of the tree by the branches.
*Again Tensek fires off a pair of arrows at the running man.*
[Rapid shot = +7/+7 damage: 1d8/1d8]
The man in the clearing keeps on running. Deeper into the forest and out of Tensks sight.
Below him on the ground the man down there claws his way free of the plants holding him, and he tries crawling for safety.
The last man, the one up in the tree with Tensk breaks free and snarls at Tensk before leaping to the ground. "You can't stay up here forever."
You'll be dead before the days end.
.oO(Wait for it. Once they're gone you can hunt them down one by one and finish them off.)
*The ranger smiles grimly and watches the two campers.*
+3 (1d6)
stunning fist
(Spot +9, Listen +9)
Kai moves forward, readying his weapons. Meanwhile, the ant darts its head forward, snapping at Ely. Its pincers grab hold of her, but she twists herself free with difficulty.
|..|SxS
|..|
|..|
|..|xE
|..|xA
|..|xK
|..|
|..| = stream
x = 5'
S = sheep
E = Ely
A = Giant Ant
K = Kai
Ely takes 8hp bite damage, but fights her way free of the grapple. Kai can now attack.
Initiatives and HP:
Ely 23/15
Kai 27/27
Sheep
Giant Ant (Injured)
+5/+5 Damage: 1d8+2/1d6+1
Originally posted by kneyejailb
The three men don't appear to be coming back. There isn't much to come back for anyhow. A few dirty blankets, a keg of some kind of liquid, a few cooking pots, and a bag hanging up from a tree attracting flies.
*Tensek swiftly slides down the tree working to make as little noise as possible. As soon as he hits the ground he pulls his boa out and nocks an arrow to it. Looking around the camp site swiftly Tensek begins to follow the campers.*
(Climb +6, Spot +9, Listen +9, Search +2, Survival +11, Move Silently +10, Hide +10)
The tracks of the third man, the first one to run, heads in the oppisite direction.
(Spot +9, Listen +9, Survival +11, Move Silently +10, Hide +10)
At first the length of the strides make it look as if they were running, though after a few hundred feet they get closer together, indicating that they slowed to a walk.
(Listen +9, Survival +11, Move Silently +10, Hide +10)
And he thinks he sees the outline of a bow in the hiders hands.
*After nearly being grappled Eli decides to keep her hands farther away from the beast. Gripping her staff with calm she brings it to bear on the creature.*
quarterstaff
1d6+1/1d6+1
(Listen +9, Move Silently +10, Hide +10)
The man standing in the open draws a blade and charges towards the ranger. He leaps over a few fallen trees as he runs 60 feet closer to Tensek.
The other man fires an arrow from behind his cover. The arrow thuds into the ground a dozen feet in front of its target.
Iniative:
Camper 3, charging
Camper 2, shooting
Tensek
Kai continues his assault, badly damaging a leg. The ant tries again to eat Ely, and grinds her rather badly, but she again pulls free, and it turns to see what is injuring it from behind.
|..|SxS
|..|
|..|
|..|
|..|xE
|..|xA
|..|xK
|..|
|..| = stream
x = 5'
S = sheep
E = Ely
A = Giant Ant
K = Kai
Ely takes 9hp bite damage, but again fights her way free of the grapple.
Initiatives and HP:
Ely 23/6
Kai 27/27
Sheep
Giant Ant (Injured)
[Rapid shot = +7/+7 damage: 1d8/1d8]
The man behind the tree fires again. This time his shot finds its mark.
Tensek istumbles back from the force of the arrow sinking into his shoulder. ( 8 damage, 1 non lethal)
Tensek 13/21 plus 1 non lethal
[Rapid shot = +7/+7 damage: 1d8/1d8]
The return fire is more accurate. Tensk feels an arrow graze across his cheek. (1 hit point and 1 non lethal)
Tensk 12/31 and 2 non lethal.
[to hit +9, damage 1d8]
The arrow that comes sailing back hits the ground behind the ranger.
[to hit +9, damage 1d8]
His arrow skitters past its target, finally coming to a rest in the ground well behind the other man.
[to hit +9, damage 1d8]
His aim is dead on, it strikes his foe squarely between the eyes when he peeks out to fire at the ranger. The man slumps to the ground without getting his shot off.
Jump: +12
Atk:+5/+5 Dam:1d8+2/1d6+1
(taking 14 arrows bringing him back to 40.)
flury of blows (0/0)
staff (1d6+1/1d6+1)
flanking +2/+2
The ant staggers and falls, liquid oozing freely from its injuries.
|..|SxS
|..|
|..|
|..|
|..|xE
|..|xA
|..|xK
|..|
|..| = stream
x = 5'
S = sheep
E = Ely
A = Giant Ant
K = Kai
The ant is down and dying, unconscious.
Initiatives and HP:
Ely 23/6
Kai 27/27
Sheep
Giant Ant (Dying)
"Thank you for your help."
Looks and sees the sheep still running.
"excuse me"
*runs after sheep*
run
.oO( Why did I help her...)
*whispers to himself* Because your weak...
She is almost certian Tulip and Eudora are reacting to the ant.
.o0(what's his problem?)
"We should go in case there are more. I am going to Garics City. Thank you again." does her fist in palm nod.
Originally posted by Tensek Vicar
*Tensek moves forewards and looks over the camper. He reaches down and restocks his arrow supply. And searches over the body for anything of value. When he's done with the first one he checks the second body and heads back to teh camp to hunt down the third camper.*
(taking 14 arrows bringing him back to 40.)
Searching through the archers belongings, the long bow and the 14 arrows he had left seem to be finely made ones. (Masterwork)His studded leather has seen better days though. Its patched together at places, but still might be worth something. His longsword has a few notches on the blade but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a bit of effort. A purse on his belt has a few odd coins in it. 20 gold, 15 silver and half a dozen copper coins.
The next man's armor is in similiar condition, but his sword is better cared for. The purse he carries has the same amount as his companian. Hanging next to it is a small vial containing some kind of liquid.
When Tensek gets back to the campsite, other then tracks heading west, the last of the campers is no where to be seen.
.oO(Maybe I can roll the barrel back to town. I don't dare leave it alone for fear of it being stolen by someone else.)
*Tensek casts his glance about looking for a stopper or something to plug the bug in the keg with.*
(strength +0)
Once he starts rolling the bareell, Tensek realises its going to be a noisey trip back to the city. The liquid inside swishes about, and the keg crushes a lot of the small twigs and pinecones on the ground as it rolls over them.
(Spot +9, Listen +9)
(Spot +9, Listen +9)
[to hit +9, damage 1d8]
Another arrow sails towards the ranger but falls short by fifety feet.
(spot +9)
The man shoots another arrow, this one falling shorter then the last one.
And it serves it's purpose quickily. The next arrow misses Tensek by inches and imbeds its self in the keg.
The archer fires another shot. And luck must be with him.
The arrow skims over the top of the keg and finds its mark in leg. Tensek takes 6 points and 1 non lethal)
Tensek 6/31 and three non lethal
[Readied action to fire at the man if he moves within 110' of Tensek, +7/+7, 1d8/1d8]
The archer fades back into the trees.
(Listen +9)
.oO(Now all I need is a cart to get this barrel back to Marroc. Than after I rest up it'll be time for revenge.)
[to Elsewhere!]
Calm youself...
Once the rest of his armor and clothing have been put on, Kai tosses the hooded cloak over his body. He turns back towards Ely and her sheep and begins to cover his masked face with the tattered scarf. Once done, Kai passes the three and follows the stream towards the city.
.o0(...well...okay, he acts like he just killed his best friend. what a freak)
*walks in silence for a while with a slight limp that she is trying to hide*
"My name is Ely."
Kai...
With a deep breath, the elf regains his cold and emotionless composure as the group follows the stream. For a minute, there is only uneasy silence between the two until Kai's muffled voice cuts through it.
You should bandage your wounds.
*Sits down and rips some strips off of her already ragged cloak, and bandages her arm wich takes longer because of the sheep who suddenly want attention winces as she gets up*
"My side can wait until we get to town."
*drinks some water and offers the to kai*
What is your reason to...nevermind, it is not my business...
His cold eyes rest on the stream as he begins his walk. As Kai follows the bend, he tries to think back to a time when he last had a normal conversation with somebody. Shaking his head, once he decided he didn't care.
*walks in silence for a while*
*humms a shepards walking song*
"what is my reason to what?"
Garic's City...why are you going there?
.o0(how much shold I tell him? how much do You turst him?)
*Glances back at sheep. They are close by but seem to be keeping Ely between them and kai*
.o0(hm)
"well...because I must. [long pause] that is to say, I was told to go, so I go.
"What do you do in Garic's?"
A cold breeze stirs the elf's hood and scarf as the group travels back to the city. Kai lightly tugs on an end of the scarf as it begins to lower from his face exposing the metalic mask. While he begins to conceal the mask with the tattered scarf, his eyes follow a butterfly passing by.
.o0(hmm mercenary. AH! Thats why he is so sullen! He probably thinks I should pay him for helping me back there!)
Finaly clearing the forest and entering farm land she is glad to see the city walls.
"Is money the only reason to do anything?"
Money...hatred...revenge...
Looks back at Ely and narrows his eyes.
And sometimes when I feel like it...
Her face is tranquil and she returns his gaze unblinkinly.
*long pause*
"Quong Mu once said 'Hating people is like burning down your house to kill a rat.' Find your rat, Kai, and you may save more than your house."
*Nods to the gate guards*
I have no house to burn Ely...
Kai returns his gaze back onto Ely.
Just a rat to kill.
[To Market Square]
Well built and muscular, yet he remains fromless under his heavy cloak. He leans on a half spear as one would a walking staff, as he stops to think.
It's by far the largest human settlement he's ever seen, and it's slightly overwhelming. But he didn't expect joining the humans to be easy, with that in mind he moves swiftly twards the gates and prepares for a new life.
he wears shirts made of rough cotton and some kind of leather armor factured from the remains of nearly a dozen different animals.
made out of bones the grip of a greatsword overhangs his shoulders, but before somebody could feel threatened his warm smile introduces him.
loaded with a bagpack, a bedroll and a waterskin he looks like he made quite a long trip, but even when at first glance he seriously needs a bath a second look can not detect any dirt.
he walks towards one of the city guards.
"Ordemet be with you and a good day. I am Grathk Callomwynde, travelled through the wilderness of the north to reach this city shrouded in legend, at least that was what a well reputated bard told me."
he looks past the guards and tries to overlook the city
"Could you point me to a tavern where i can get something to drink? And maybe there is some kind of herbalist in the city?"
*sighs and smiles as he looks around at all the nature*
*takes out his lute and starts strum it slowly*
*plays a little tune as he nears the gate*
*when he comes to it he waves to the guard and the man next to him with one hand and smiles*
good day chaps...meh names Gebetto....i was wondering if ye know of an inn i could spend the night at....preferably one i could maybe even get a job at*laughs heartily as he shoulders his lute and walks up to the guard*
*holds out his hand for shaking*
*smiles*
Originally posted by Grathk Callomwynde
"Ordemet be with you and a good day. I am Grathk Callomwynde, travelled through the wilderness of the north to reach this city shrouded in legend, at least that was what a well reputated bard told me."
he looks past the guards and tries to overlook the city
"Could you point me to a tavern where i can get something to drink? And maybe there is some kind of herbalist in the city?"
"And also a good day to you, sir," says the guard, sizing up the figure before him.
"A tavern? I think you might find Nobody's Inn an interesting place. Just mind Grack and don't get too personal with the patrons, if you catch my meaning. Oh, and don't order the water.
"Now as for herbalists, there's a half-elf named... Nutter? Eh, something like that. Fairly well-known diviner and healer, as well dealer in goods reputed to have mystical properties. Very faithful to the Mother, I'm told -- just not in the usual sense. She runs a shop over in..."
The guard proceeds to give directions to both places, trying again a few times when he sees that Grathk might be confused by a description.
*smiles and puts his hand back down to his side since the guard seems to not want to shake it*
*walks through the gates happily and heads to the nobodys inn*
Thank you, have a good day Sir
He heads towards the healers shop
He stings his bow, and pulls his cloak up over his head, his spear is held where his bow was.
He keeps his eyes and ears open for any sighns of prey from tracks to skat, he takes note on it all.
Eventulay he disapears into the brush, all from sight, alone, on the hunt.
*Once again Tensek braves the wilds outside the city. This time though he’s ready to take on the world…
…
Well maybe just fending for himself and Kiara, his new companion, a fully grown purebred rottweiler, as well as training her. Together the intrepid pair strike out across the field and into the fringes of the woods. As Kiara romps around the small clearing in which Tensek has decided to create his camp, the ranger whistles a chipper tune his teachers used to sing while sitting at the fire roasting their latest catches. Slowly straightening up Tensek stretches his sore back muscles he calls to Kiara.*
Come here girl!
*Kiara is heedless to Tensek’s command. The ranger frowns and his brow furrows as he calls even louder.*
Kiara! HEEL!
*The dog’s shoulders droop ever so slightly as she slinks back towards Tensek. The ranger drops into a crouch and gently pets Kiara’s head ruffling her ears as she sits down in front of him. As Tensek showers the dog with praise her stub of a tail wags back and forth happily.*
Good girl. Yes you’re a smart girl too aren’t you? You have to behave now because we aren’t in the city and it’s dangerous out here.
*Kiara moves her muzzle up and licks Tensek’s face causing him to laugh.*
Hey now cut that out you.
*Kiara bounds off just as happy and excited as she had been a moment before. That is until Tensek calls her back once again.*
Kiara. Heel!
*This time Kiara returns whole handidly and she in front of Tensek looking up at the ranger. As he stands up and looks down at her He speaks soothingly to her.*
Come along now let’s go for a walk little warrior.
*Silently Tensek begins walking not heading nowhere in particular but more so just walking around the outskirts of his small camp with Kiara close on his heels. Occasionally Tensek is forced to stop and gain Kiara’s attention again. Soon though the rottweiler is walking in time with Tensek and the pair is walking side by side for a couple hours. For a moment Tensek pauses to break and consume some of his trail rations sharing with Kiara before he returns to walking around the camp with the dog in tow, this continues for a few hours. Until Kiara’s attention is caught by a squirrel one which she takes to chasing up a tree whole heartedly, much to Tensek’s disapproval. Eventually the dog deems that the threat to her human has been vanquished she returns to Tensek her tail wagging. Tensek looks upon Kiara with a frown before he gently scratches her behind the ears and mutters to her.*
Well you have the spirit for this. Now all I need to do is get you disciplined…
Come along girl I think it’s time for bed.
*With a sigh Tensek laws down under his small tent with Kiara laying at his feetthe pair fall into a deep slumber and remain unbothered by any creature for the rest of the evening and well into the next morning when Tensek awakes and takes a short meal of leftover rations.*
sruveys the sheep in her charge.
.o0(well at least I have time to practice.)
Lately she had been feeling the flow of energy more and more. She can feel it but, she can't controll it.
She clears this last thought away and sinks into a standing meditative pose and holds it. She can feel the energy corsing through her body. she consentrates harder and it enters her bones.
the sheep wander farther away
.o0(serves me right...keep my mind on the job)
takes the jittery sheep back to the stable and goes to confront the farmer.
.o0(Thats the fifth, no, sixth sheep I have lost for this guy)
"Granoche? Granoche?"
.o0(come to think of it alot of farmers are loosing sheep
"eh? what are you doing back from the fields so soon?"
she bows low repeatedly
"Its the wolves, they got two more. I am very sory. It is my fault and I will make it right. I will hunt them down."
what!? again!? YOU ARE THE WORST SHEPARD I HAVE EVER SEEN! I SEE YOU UP THERE DANCIN AROUND! GET OUT OF HERE! GET OFF MY LAND!
Granoche points a pitchfork at her
very well... I see your mind is made up.
backs out the barn door and heads for the city
.o0(I'm going to need some help)
(to elseware)
Well girl I think we may have to start with the harder bit of your training.
*Without a second word Tensek stalked out into the woods. Within an hour Tensek had found the tracks of a rabbit. With a smile he set about looking for more signs of the rabbits passing, it was but the work of a moment for Tensek to find a leaf covered with the scent of the passing rabbit. Pulling the leaf from the bush Tensek silently returned to Kiara. Kneeling down in front of the dog he allowed her to sniff at the leaf.*
There you go girl get a good whiff. Are you ready?
*Kiara looked up at Tensek her stub of a tail wagging back and forth as she sniffed at the leaf.*
Alright girl go find them.
*Snuffling along the way Kiara ran through the bush pursuing something. As silent as a fog Tensek followed after the dog his steps light and his eyes ever watchful. After what can only be described as an ungodly length of time Kiara stopped. As Tensek caught up with her, he spied the rottweiler sniffing around a small hole. With a a grunt of satisfaction Tensek stalked up to Kiara and patted the dog appreciatively on the head.*
Good girl.
*Still smiling Tensek made his way around the area until he found the back entrance to the rabbit’s burrow. Taking up his mace Tensek brought the spiked orb down upon the ground above the hole, causing it to cave in. Dashing back to Kiara he found himself surprised to see a pair of rabbits laying in front of her both dead their necks snapped from being pounced upon by the dog.*
Such a good girl.
*Tensek commented to Kiara as he picked up the two rabbits by the hind legs and set off back for the camp. With Kiara faithfully in tow.*
Heel.
The walls of a city slowly grow on the horizon. Esmet decides to end her journey there.
(I must smell pretty bad. Should probably check into an inn or something, at least for the night.)Oo. she thinks, muscles protesting under her burden. .oO(And then there's the little matter of food. Think about the long-term later.)
She nods politely to the guards as she passes through the gate, but unfortunately, does not think to ask for directions to the nearest inn.
It’s almost ready.
*Leaning back the ranger patted Kiara softly on the head. Tensek closed his eyes and silently listened to the sounds of the forest. Falling onto the edge of sleep Tensek slowly shook his head and pulled the rabbits from their place over the fire. Placing them on a flat piece of stone he let them cool off as he went about digging through his pack for some bread and what was left of the trail rations. Mumbling to himself as he rummaged through his rations.*
Now where did I put that cheese… Aha! Here it is.
*The ranger stood up and exclaimed with triumph. His joyous yell brought Kiara jolting from he deep slumber. The dog barked her displeasure at Tensek who promptly apologized for his interruption of her nap.*
Sorry about that girl. But dinners ready so come over here and eat.
*Kiara barked happily in response and bounded over to Tensek who set down some rabbit meat in front of her. Than the ranger took some meat for his own and sandwiched it between a slice of bread and some cheese. After eating their fill Tensek took what was left placed them back on the flat rock to cool. As he sat down and gazed into the fire with Kiara at his side the snap of a twig caught his attention, with a jerk Tensek snatched up his morning star and dropped into a low crouch waiting and watching in the direction of the sound.*
Gamis's eyes are streaming, a trail of moisture trickling back from the outside corner of each eye to evaporate outside his sockets. But Valor doesn't stop, neither does the paladin want him to, proffering his teeth to the wind with his smile. The horse is pleased as well; it feels nice to be carrying Gamis when he's fifty pounds lighter. The warhorse's stride stretches out and the reins are allowing him as much head as he wants. The liberty is taken, and his rider leans forward as well, keeping their profile sleek as they run.
Lower body muscles take the shock of the gallop better than steel carriage springs and keep the jarring to a minimum through the run. Gamis's face is getting whipped by mane as Valor runs, and they're both having a great time. Blue eyes dart to the treeline as they come near it, and a nudge is given in its direction. The horse's pace comes down enough for them to slalom between trees and bushes in the sparse edge, sliding left and right, close enough that the fingers of branches and leaves brush over their shoulders, legs, and flanks. A scrub oak quakes as they blow by. Valor vaults a young pine, four feet high, and doesn't even feel the tickle of its needles as he sails clear and lands, resuming his run.
They break right, back into the clear, and Valor begins to coast back into a canter, then a trot, then a walk. Gamis's practiced grip and posture relax as he sits back into the saddle, releasing the reins completely as he straightens his back and tilts his face to the clear sky. His arms stretch out and up at his sides, to form a right angle with his body. Sweat darkens the shirt under his arms there and a glisten of moisture shows on his face. He laughs, then raises his voice into a loud whoop to the clouds above, in exhiliration from the ride. Valor joins it with a whinney, too, and gives himself a vigorous shake, then another to put his dark mane back into array. The destrier prances a bit. Gamis runs his hands over his face and through his hair, then obliges him by taking up the reins again as he goes into a canter, slower but steadier, and coasts over the ground and among light undergrowth as he circles the city walls again.
Valor's hooves chew at the distance for another hour as they perform a complete circle, returning to the west gate that they left the city by. Horse and rider both look quite pleased by the exercise as they pass into the city once more, back to the Silver Sword.
Ooooo. Yes yes. Lookalooka. Warmsings. Yes.
*The stillness of Tensek improved the little things valor greatly and it rushed forewards plopping itself down infront of the fire and warming its hands.*
Mmm warm. Yes lovely yes. Sees I founds warmsies.
*Sniffing in the air the tiny fellow seemed to catch the hint of roasted rabbit still lying about. With a surprising burst of speed for one so fragile looking the little thing zipped from his spot in front of the fire and began ravaging the left over rabbits. As he began shoveling the food into his grimy little mouth Tensek finally took action. Jumping up he grabbed the other rabbit from the slab, and yelled at the thing.*
Get out of it you fiend!
Yaaaagh. Please don’t hurts me! Don’t hurt poor staving Gurfle!
*The thing, visibly a goblin from the tip of its warty ears to its gangrenous toes, groveled at Tensek’s feet. The ranger unsure of what to do looked down upon the wretched figure in its pitiful position and sighed.*
Oh get up will you? You might as well sit down and eat up while you’re at it. Mind you, you better start explaining what you’re doing here or I’ll have to ask you to leave.
*The goblin smiled a big toothy grin and went at the food with a will as Tensek poured her, from what he could tell it was a she, some water into a small wooden bowl he had made. Between sobs Gurfle related her tale.*
Oh thanks you so muches! Poor poor Gurfle is losted. Alls alones and losted! Oh poor Gurfle, her family got killded by bunches of mean nasty humanses. Oh they’re so mean we dids nothings to them! But they still wanted to hurts us. Oh woe is Gurfle. All losted and alone!
*Tensek sat and listened to the wretched thing eat and talk. Thoroughly annoyed by Gurfle. He still managed to lend her a smattering of sympathy.*
There there. Don’t get to upset Gurfle. How about we go find you someplace safe to live tomorrow?
*Really unsure as to why he would be helping such a creature in the first place. Tensek dismissed any thoughts of this little figure reminding of him being orphaned at such a young age left alone to die. Upon hearing Tensek’s question Gurfle jumped up and threw herself at Tensek hugging the ranger forcefully.*
Oh please Gurfle would loves you forever and evers!
*Trying to stigle a smile Tensek pried the goblin from around his waist and put her down.*
Well than go to sleep and in the morning we’ll set off.
Thanks you sirs!
Your welcome now go to sleep.
Gurfle is so happy!
Good. Now go to sleep!
Gurfle can’t wait for tomorrow.
There won’t be one for you if you don’t go to bed this instant you little rogue!
Sorries sirs! Gurfle goes asleep now.
Goodnight Gurfle.
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…
Is you asleep?
Yes now go to sleep.
Shhhh, don’t wake up. Gurfle sleeping now.
*Rolling over Tensek looked out into the darkness of the forest and listened to the squeaky snores of Gurfle, and the sounds of Kiara sleeping slowly lull him to sleep.*
There the mage spends a little over an hour with Anaya and the lizard she had escorted for him. Although the lizard is weary of Tynk and hides from him, he still holds a curiosity for the mage which makes Anaya shake her head.
During this time he talks with the elf, asking another favor...[/i]
"...I seem full of them, but you know I am good for it." the young-man says with a slight wink. "So we can do this many ways. I suggest we wait a day..."
After he explains himself she agrees with minor reluctance, and seems convinced with the compensation.
"I shall come tomorrow a few hours after noon. I will do my best to be on-time."
With a wave the mage is off for a busy day.
"Ok, first-things first...a bath and hot-meal."
To Hightower
"Here are the supplies you requested...and here is your share. Codrian dentified them immediately. Found a pretty nice enchantment of defense on these hides and we knew you would find them useful. I had them cleaned and re-sized, with Ran's help on the latter."
Hands her the rest of her share and produces a meal still a little warm and freshly wrapped.
"...like I promised."
The two eat for a while in silence, enjoying the solitude and quiet. Finally, Tynk hands one more thing to Anaya, small and wrapped in a cloth.
"I never had this on me at the times that I could find you. You are always gone for so long and still our paths seem to cross.
Anyways, it belonged to Ashina."
The elven-druid opens the folds to find a Silver-Sword member's pin, worn and at least a few years-old.
"I hear she was claimed among those who died on the march on Hent Manelvin's. Before she left the guild to join the Jackals, she asked me that I give this to you."
There is silence that follows. Tynk is not certain by the elf's reaction weather she was aware of Ashina's death or not. He waits in silence for some time before getting up to go about clearing an area of what little snow the thick trees did not catch.
"Natala sends her greetings, and tells me to remind you to keep on your herbology. The others send their best wishes and hope to see you again soon."
"O.k., done. I am ready. Like I said, this will not be finished any earlier than this time tomorrow. I will need to be undisturbed for the most-part...with the exception of three chances I can have to sustain the ritual while I nurish myself. I hear this is a grueling process...and for all my time studying it's advanced techniques this will be my first-time performing it."
Smirks.
"Master Cione himself noted my lack of a familiar, as most wizards make having one a point. I am most satisfied that I have waited, even for the chance to befriend such a creature."
The two converse a little before Tynk sets to work.
The young-man thinks of these things as the moon drops to the horrizon, marking about fourteen-hours of his progress.
. o O (All these technical writing of what-ifs on how to bond more exotic creatures, and here I am feeling the correct answers out more than discerning them.)
Indeed as he does he begins to feel the budding of the connection open up between himself and the lizard. The surge reminds him of electricity, and makes him shake involontarily and focus on the ritual at hand.
Time passes and Tynk feels the toll of the exertion he is under. Pressing on he knows he is successful, and smiles to himself as he places the final threads that fully bond the two together. Many minutes pass as the lizard and the wizard stair at one another curiously. Then they begin to communicate using strange buzzing and snapping noises.
The exchange is short, and Tynk's new friend goes about munching on some fresh chicken-meat the mage tosses for her to catch. He turns to Anaya...
"She has decided that she likes the name Zap, and I find that we can speak rather well. She talks fast, even for me *wink*."
"I must say, I feel more...whole now."
Anaya nods, and the two talk for a while before embrasing and saying good-byes with tears from both.
"I hope to see you again. I know how your free spirit can carry you away...and it's that same spirit that carries you back."
They both nod to each-other and Tynk heads to town, Zap bounding after him and bouncing up on to his shoulder.
[To City Walls]
"You did well in Hardaja, Da'Vane," Gamis tells him as they space off again. Sir Pfaebinn makes the first move this time with an overhead swing that the Southlander deflects down and away with the flat of his sword held at an angle over his ducked head. The bastard sword diverts as Gamis's arm pivots at the elbow, then reaches with an inside-edged swing for Da'Vane's ribs. The greatsword is it motion as well, however, maintaining a defensive stance that diverts this attack as well. Gamis's arm moves in and then out again suddenly, drawing the weapon back near his body, then out again in a stab. It hits Da'Vane in the center of his breastplate, his sword too slow to parry.
"Thank you, master."
"You also seem to be doing well with sword-and-shield instead of the greatsword. Would you like to switch to those for now?"
"Yes, I think I will." He steps away from Gamis as they both relax their fighting stances long enough for Da'Vane to lay the larger blade down in favor of longsword and shield. "You strike a bit of a compromise with the weapon and shield you use, do you not, master?"
"If you mean that I want a heavy weapon to hit hard while still wielding a shield to protect me, you're right." Da'Vane's aggressiveness cuts back slightly when he uses the one-handed blade and the shield, Gamis notices, but his guard improves remarkably as well. He turns back the handful of indolent swings that his master throws as him. "Of course, two-handed weapons are still good to have in some situations."
"Like with those specters?" the squire offers along with a thrust that demonstrates considerable reach, even with a shorter blade. "When a shield will do you no good?"
"That's correct, Da'Vane. You seem to know when dealing with an incorporeal foe."
"Maybe not, master... I couldn't hurt them at all."
"That is a frustrating part of fighting such undead. A magic or blessed weapon is helpful, but even then, no guarantee. By the way, something that slashes or pierces isn't always useless against undead."
"Yes, master. I thought of walking skeletons." Da'Vane makes a feint that succeeds in opening Gamis's guard enough for him to receive a tap against his chest.
"Good hit. But those aren't the only kind of undead, as you saw that day. If memory serves, a sword would've worked just fine against those wights. Don't jump to conclusions. All-too-often, you'll get surprises you hadn't counted on." As he makes this point, he, too, feints at Da'Vane and then uses the opening just created to score a hit on the squire.
"Yes, master." Practice weapons weave, clash, and move as the two of them continue to spar.
"Miri and I are heading northeast in a couple of days. Lord Malifaeyr doesn't intend to move on Hents Manavelins at this time so we're taking a little trip to the village my family lives at... And I want to check on my hometown. The Flame may have passed through the area on its way here. You'll stay here and make yourself useful as best you can."
"Yes, master."
Both paladins work up a healthy sweat from the practice. Da'Vane switches back to his greatsword after a few more exchanges of blows, and they continue at it for some time with a break followed by more practice. Afterward cooling down again, they pick up their gear and return to the city.
.oO(mmm. I should go looking for a place to lodge. Perhaps those two knights can help me.)
*A grin creeps across his face*
.oO(Some thing to do...lovely change)
*Jace jumps down from his lookout, and strikes off towards the gates eager for something diffrent.*
Zap: "The air tastes funny. I don't like it."
"It is Garics, our home. Many good people live here, and some bad ones too."
Zap: "..."
"We live together, many of us. Almost like ants, you could muse. You don't want to readily trust those you meet, but there are many who you can find to earn your trust...and they trust you."
"Its like a trade, only based on needs. As much as we may hurt each-other at times, we need each-other."
"You head spins too much. Stay straight."
"Hm...You wont mind where we will live inside the city I hope. It doesn't 'taste' as powerful I think, and it's pretty quiet."
"I spin because speaking to you tickles the roof of my mouth."
"Then speak less."
The mage ponders a moment without reaction then nods slightly. Some silence follows and the young-man gathers his thoughts.
"You will have to meet master Cione first, nobody can see you until then"
"I am small and sneaky, and fast too!" she responds with an eager snap that make the hairs raise on Tynk's neck.
"You will have to hide in my backpack, Zap. There are very many people in this city."
"They don't like me?"
"No, they just might be afraid or aggressive towards us."
The lizard has to think about this one a moment
"If they are scared, then there is no problem.
"You make really big snap at dogkeeper and dark spitter-lizard. Why don't you show the aggressive ones your snap and scare them away."
. o O (Ah she means a shock. The books had little to say about their social workings.)
It is Tynk's turn to think. "Because they don't snap like I do. They can be hurt, and the one who hurts them will be brought before the greater masters of the city to explain there actions."
Tynk seems quite satisfied with his answer.
"Tell the masters he snapped at you. If they don't agree show them your snap...we can snap together!"
The lizard lets out a snap and with a flash Tynk feels the mild-charge tense every muscle in his body. He could tell somehow the lizard was holding back, and the shock did not cause any sort of burning or even real damage. The mage can sense the lizard knows the shock hurt, and is confused.
Tynk laughs.
. o O (Amazing...)
"My body is different than yours, and doesn't ground your snap. It seems to only cause me pain with no damage though.
And you don't want to snap at the masters, their snap is very big and would hurt even you."
A little time passes as the City-Gates a somewhat near enough to be getting close to ending a safe distance from the watching eyes of the guards on shift at the city-wall.
"Does this Cione have snap?"
"Heheheh...not exactly. He knows I am learning the arts fast. Still, he has a different kind of snap that can hurt, and he is my master..."
Zap is confused at this, but Tynk has had enough explanation for now. He will have to teach this lizard much, but can already tell she is an apt student. And already he can tell she will teach him as much. The mage smiles to himself then shares the cheer with the lizard.
He knows she can sensed these thoughts, and is content for the moment.
"It is time. There will be times when you will have to hide. I have an idea of a better way, but for now my backpack will have to do."
"O.k. But you better find me something to eat at least every sun-turn for bringing me here. I can smell food, but it smells like it is kept near a lot of nasty things."
"How about good food many times a day, if I can help it."
"Excellent!"
With the lizard motionless in his bag he thankfully passes without incident, other than explaining himself and honestly fronting as a member of the hightower mage-guild.
[To Hightower. Tynk gains 6 points of subdual]
Get off me.
*The ranger’s voice is stern and commanding, attributed to the weeks of working with Kiara. Gurfle hopped off of Tensek’s chest and began hopping from one foot to the other watching him rise slowly. The Goblin laughs as she pokes Tensek in the knee softly.*
Comes comes we goin’s to finds Gurfle a new home.
*Kiara barks at the dancing Goblin and begins to follow Gurfle around the campsite. Tensek watched in silent bewilderment for a moment and than begins to laugh watching the comical pair prancing about the campfire in the growing sunlight. After a few moments of holding his sides and laughing at the pairs antics Tensek rose and went about the camp gathering up his things. Reflecting to himself stolidly as he did.*
.oO(I’ll need to get sell some of these things before long I have no need for it all. Maybe that guild would take it. When I get back to the city I should contact Marroc as well maybe Anaya returned to the city…)
*Looking over at Gurfle and Kiara playing Tensek pondered even more things.*
.oO(Well we’ll have to go pretty far into the forest to keep Gurfle safe from harm. Perhaps a good weeks worth of traveling would do. While we’re out I could train Kiara even more. I just hope nothing really presents itself on this trip. Kiara still isn’t ready to fight anything worse than a normal animal I’d hate to see her injured or killed...)
*Finally Tensek stopped gathering his things having been satisfied that everything was accounted for. He strapped on his quivers and sword belt, shouldering his bow he whisteled to Kiara who bounded to his side and barked. Looking over at Gurfle Tensek nodded and spoke to the goblin.*
Time to go Gurfle.
Yay! We’s gunna finds Gurfle a homes.
*The irrepressible Gurfle danced her way into the woods with Kiara and Tensek keeping a steady pace behind her. Around noon time Tensek called to Gurfle who was trying to force her way through a bush.*
Come here Gurfle we’re going to have some lunch. Do you want some bread and cheese?
*Tensek continued rummaging through his bag searching for the food he set aside for Kiara earlier as Gurfle came bounding back tosit in front of the ranger.*
Gurfle’s hungrie.
*Subduing a smile Tensek passes Gurfle some bread and a small chunk of cheese. And brings out a few scraps of dried meat for Kiara.*
Ahh here you are. Go easy there Gurfle, That’s pretty much all the cheese there is. I think we’re going to have to go hunting again eh Kiara?
*Tensek spoke more to himself than Kiara, as if commenting on a light fact that just presented itself to him.*
Gurfle can helps. Gurfle can digs for foods. Gurfle likes to eats plants. Does you? Plantses are yummy. Will you gets more rabbit? That was yummie.
*Tensek commented on Gurfle’s thoughts in between bites of his lunch.*
Well we’ll have to see what Kiara and I can find. It’s good to know you can forage for roots and tubers. At least you won’t starve at your new home… Can you garden Gurfle? If so than I think Kiara and I will help you build a garden when we find your home.
Gardensing? No no Gurfle never hasd a garden before. Are they yummies too?
Not so much Gurfle. A garden is a plot of land that you grow vegetables and plants in so you don’t have to forage for food all the time.
I likes that that’s would be good yes yes good. Gurfle wants a gardens. Lot’s of gardens for lots’a foods. Can Gurfle grow bunnies in the ground?
I’m afraid not Gurfle but you don’t need to eat meat all the time it just travels well when it’s dried and cured in salt.
*Wipe off his hands and legs Tensek stood up and looked around the area, for amoment before picking up his pack and beckoning to Kiara and Gurfle.*
Well let’s get going you two the rivers a couple of hours north of here. And I want to fill up our water supplies. We also need to cross the river so we can keep going.
*With the whole thing feeling like an outing instead of his usual expeditions into the wilderness. Tensek finds himself enjoying the surroundings. He found his mind on the road ahead and not on any particular task. Plucking some apples from a tree Tensek passed one to Gurfle and took a bite of his. Soon the group found themselves standing in front of the river. Kneeling on the bank Tensek refilled his water skin.*
.oO(I should’ve brought another one.. But than I didn't know I was going to meet Gurfle. It should be ok though it won't take more than a few hours to get through the forest and meet up with the river again, and than we'll have a steady supply of water. Hopefully the dwarves that own that quarry aren't ferrying any rock down the river today...)
It’s a bit deeper than usual but it should be ok. Come on Gurfle I’ll piggy back you across.
*Stooping down Tensek picked Gurfle up and rode her on his shoulders, as he stepped onto the busted up beaver dam that he used as a bridge .*
Kiara stay!
*Tensek called to Kiara as he forged his way through the river. On the other side the ranger set Gurfle down, and than proceeded to cross back and picking up Kiara with a grunt Tensek made his way across again. Once he made it across Tesek sat down and let Kiara and Gurfle explore for a moment while he caught his breath and pondered the path they were going to take.*
.oO(Best thing to do now is rest. If we went East we’d hit Brannon’s Run so that’s a bust. Only way to go now is North but that would skip us right over the spot. So that means we travel North West and hit the river heading North. After we leave the woods it should be a short walk to the river and we can just follow it north up to the mountains. There should be a nice little place for Gurfle to stay.)
*A few moments later Tensek stood up again and beckoned to his two compatriots.*
Come along now we should be able to get to the spot by nightfall if we hurry.
*And the group set off making their way North and East. It took no longer than three hours for them to pass through the forest and out onto the plains north og Garic’s. Continuing on their path Tensek led Kiara and Gurfle to the river. Not bothering to stop there he turned north and began working his way along the river. They had just arrived at the spot where the river skirted the mountain when the sun began to set not wnatign to stop the trio pressed on into the night. Only a few hours after nightfall Tensek found himself piggy backing a very tuckered out Gurfle, the ranger continued on doggedly with Kiara keeping pace stolidly. The soft snores of Gurfle, the river flowing in it’s ever present state and the crickets chirping where the only sounds that greeted Tensek on his silent sojourn towards Gurfle’s new home. As Tensek made his way into the forest that lay in front of him he thought to himself.*
.oO(Well at least we haven’t run into anything bad. Once we get there I’ll have to scout around and make sure there isn’t anything that would pose a threat to Gurfle. Ah here it is!)
*As the light of dawn began peaking over the mountain Tensek carefully set Gurfle down next to Kiara who fell into a fitful sleep as soon as they stopped. Standing and looking around Tensek surveyed the area around him. A small spring at the end of a calm looking pond fed the river into it’s southernly direction. The quiet of the morning remained uninterrupted as Tensek draped his cloak about the sleeping dog and goblin, covering them up with some bushes he set about his work scouting out the area in hopes of it being a safe spot for her to stay.*
.oO(Ducks.)
*The ranger reaffirms his suspicion as he pulls an arrow from his quiver and sights along the shaft aiming skyward, his bow bent backwards to its fullest. Soon the quacks of a flock of ducks can be heard ringing through the area. As they pass Tensek let’s loose the deadly shaft which hisses through the sky striking a duck in the wing, at first the duck just falters and continues flying forwards for a moment before it falls into a deadly spiral and tumbles towards the ground. Taking careful note of the path the falling bird took he set off to gather it.*
The guards look at Tyros with a big smile on their faces.
Well what happened to ya, me boy? I haven't seen you in some days. Where did ya go?
I've been helping a bounty hunter to catch an Halftuck that's been terrorrising the city.
And you got the little mugger? I heard he killed a few people.
Of course he did. Halflings are like rabbits and Tyros can catch lots of them.
Well, actually, I was stabbed pretty bad by the halftuck and I was near death when the bounty hunter killed the creep.
Oh, I'm sure you'd catch him if he wasn't so darned... er... darned. You going huntin'?
Yes. Try to earn my keep. Maybe I'll catch me a boar.
I'll come back later. See you then. Tyros runs through the open areas filled with wild life, Hunter right behind him. He stops suddenly, seeing a pack of deers herd near the treshold of the forest. He is trampled right away by a running mule which didn't foresee the sudden stop.
Uff! Easy, Hunter. I see a pack of deers. I'll try to catch one of those.
Tyros loops his longbow into his hands and nocks an arrow into it. He pulls the string all the way back, aiming a bit to the right of his target deer.
.oO(A bit windy. I best take that in account.)
He lets the arrow fly but it fails to make contact with its target. The whole group scatters away into the forest.
.oO(Ah! Close.)
Tyros starts running into the woods in pursuit of the deer.
.oO(Never give up your prey.)
Tyros arrives at the edge of the forest and glances around to see where the deer ran to but in vain. He looks down to the dirt for answers and can see deer tracks. He paces a bit further and sees more tracks. Each pawprint is pretty far away from the last one because the deer was running. Tyros keeps following the tracks and looking up now and then to see if he's near the deer. The pawprints begin to come closer until a moment were there's a big colection of pawprints.
.oO(It stopped here and began looking everywhere. It might have heard something. It began running again!)
A pair of pawprints in which the deer had made more pressure than in the other ones tells Tyros that it was taken by surprise and began running.
.oO(But what scared it?)
Tyros looks at the earth around himself looking for more pawprints. He locks his eyes into a worrying sign: wolf tracks. He gets up immediatly and starts passing in the direction of the deer tracks, which were accompanied by the wolf ones.
.oO(A wolf never hunts alone. Where are the others?)
Tyros goes ahead, trying to find the other wolves pawprints but fails to find any more. The tracks sugest that they kept running for a long distance, as Tyros follows them.
.oO(This isn't possible. The wolf alone trying to hunt a deer? And it's keeping up? This must be a dire wolf...)
Tyros can't be sure of what he should do. If it was indeed a dire wolf he couldn't possibly hope to be able to face it in close combat without being seriously hurt or dead. These kind of wolves were brutal and bigger then their normal counterparts (sp?). They were often exiled from the pack due to their violent behaviors and thusly they would wander aimlessly through the forests and hunt alone. Tyros keeps following the tracks and at last the wolf ones begin to sugest that it has slowed down.
.oO(It stopped here and layed down for a bit and then suddenly strayed from the... main... path..)
Tyros gets up rapidly and starts running to the oposite directions of the wolf tracks and to the nearest tree. He starts climbing it and hears something running to him. He's already at the middle of the tree when he hears a violent growl and a sound "Thud" againts the tree he was climbing. Tyros looks down and sees the wolf: a big, black, enraged wolf was growling and barking at him, trying to climb the tree. Tyros just keeps going until he reaches a high branch and stands there, nocking an arrow in his longbow and pulling the string. He aims for the wolf walking in circles down below and lets the arrow fly. It hisses while it swiftly cuts the air and hits its target on one of its hind legs. The wolf howls in pain and starts nibling the arrow, trying to get it off.
.oO(You're done...)
The wolf was unable to move fast enough to avoid the other arrow which went straight to the torso, taking the wolf down. Tyros began to descend the tree, while taing several looks at the wolf. He nears the now innert body of his prey and looks closely at it, examining the possant wolf.
.oO(Beautiful...)
Tyros unsheathes his short sword and is about to stick it in the wolf's throat, just to be sure, when the wolf suddenly opens its eyes and bites Tyros in his right leg, triping him. Tyros is taken by surprise and is unable to fight back until he's on the ground, when he sticks his sword right into the side of the wolf, which is savagely trying to rip his leg from the rest of the body. Tyros is screaming in pain and stabbing the wolf as much as he can. He seems to hit a key point when the wolf starts to losen its grip and lets go of his leg. Tyros doesn't waste any time and stabs the wolf in the throat, silencing it forever.
Argh!! This will leave a mark...
Tyros wissles loud and about 20 minutes later Hunter shows up troting to his master, licking the wound when it gets there.
We should get going. You can take this big boy, can't you? Or maybe you should take me instead. I can't walk much with this leg. Just wait a minute.
Tyros unsheathes his sword once more and starts taking the fur out of the wolf, for later use. They were warm and cosy and would provide for a new shirt and maybe pants, since the ones he was wearing were already too worn out. It took him about 10 minutes to do the dirty work, and carry the fur to Hunter's saddle.
Let's take the day off after we get home, ok?
Tyros mounts the mule which starts heading home. It takes him about 1 hour to get to the Garic's city gates and getting to the Weatherby Boarding House. He takes a rest and then heads off to the temple of Ordemetrex.
[To Temple of Ordemetrex]
Tagg steps through the gates to take a walk in the woods. Walking deeper into the foliage, for awhile he doesn't focus on anything and just relaxes as he strolls along. A particularly colorful batch of flowers catches his eye, and he crouches down to look at it. Watching a bee clumsily float around the petals, and then float off again. Bringing his hands closer to one...
[size=1]Thump.[/size]
Odd. Tagg's ears pick up a light thumping, now that they are closer to the ground and able to pick it up.
[size=1]Thump. Thump. Grunt?[/size]
Rising halfway up, he starts to slowly walk, still bent half over so he doesn't lose the trail of sound...
Nope.. Now it's further away.. Same as before.. Closer.. closer... Must be over this way...
Going in circles a couple times before he picks up the location of the disturbance, he catches a steady trail. Soon it is as loud as if it were happening right next to him. Through a wall of brush... hey, it s happening right next to him.
A pair of goblins, hitting at the ground with morningstars, at a couple of squirrels, dodging nimbly around the blows. Most of them, anyway... one of them has a few tiny animals slung over its back. Must be dinner time. Two of the remaining squirrels dart towards Tagg, through his legs. The goblin follows them, and at a shockingly delyed time notices the elf standing there, when it almost bumps into him with its eyes glued to the ground. It takes a swing at Tagg, who easily dodges it. Drawing his scimitar in a flash, he takes a slash at it in retaliation. The goblin is still struggling at getting its morningstar out of the ground, whose spikes seem to have gotten jammed into the earth from the force of the blow. It realizes Tagg has drawn its weapon slightly too late, and as it lets go and jerks back, the scimitar still finds it mark and gives it a solid cut across the throat that would have otherwise decapitated it. It falls backwards, and a heaving chest shows it is still alive, though the nasty neck wound continues to spill blood.
The other creature starts to run away, noticing trouble. Tagg lets it go, but he realizes he must get away from the site before it comes back with more aid. As he kneels down to wipe off his sword, he notices how little adrenaline that pumps through him, compared to his last run-in with a goblin that nearly managed to level him...
I guess that training really does pay off.
Once he is done and slips the blade into its sheathe, and begins to stand up, a squirrel is still standing on the site, looking with wide eyes at the ranger. Tagg stops and crouches back down, simply looking at it for a bit. Knowing that the animal can't understand him either way (or could it... there was that bird once...), he decides to talk in a language that is more pleasing to the ears.
"You're still here? Brave little creature, then. Well, no need to go now... The mean goblins are gone. Just Tagg now."
He says in a whispered, soothing tone. The squirrel continues to simply stand frozen to the spot. After observing it for a minute or so, he slowly moves his arm, extending it closer to the animal. It doesn't run away, which he figures is a good sign. It actually steps forward a little bit, sticking its head out curiously. "Here, just a second..." Turning to his side, he opens up the goblin's pouch, and digs through a few crude, useless objects to find a remnant of some rations. Drawing out the least filthy-looking piece, he puts his hand out closer by the squirrel.
"I know it's not much but, eh, it should be edible." The squirrel looks at Tagg's hands for a few moments, and then takes a few cautious steps forward. It freezes just next to his hand, and then after another pause it steps onto his palm. As it starts to nibble at the food morsel, Tagg starts to bring up his thumb to pat it on its head, but it only drops the food and hops back. He slowly puts his hand flat again, and the squirrel slowly returns. He simply waits, observing the animal finish the food. It then stretches its body out, and puts it forelegs up onto Tagg's arm. The ranger interprets the action as acceptance, and so he tries to pet it again with his other hand. This time, it allows him to touch it.
Tagg spends the next half hour or so trying to bond with the little woodland critter. After awhile, he remembers that one of the goblins had gotten away, and knows he cannot linger much longer, as undoubtedly it went back to the rest of its gang.
"Alright, little guy... we've gotta get out of here now, more goblins might be coming."
He signals to the dead goblin next to him as he says goblin, and the squirrel seems to understand at least to a certain degree, it walks off of Tagg's hand. He stands up, halting for a moment as the soreness in his leg muscles from the arupt change of prone to upright after so long melt away. He walks away from the site, and to his surprise notes that the squirrel is following him when he turns around. "Oh? ... You want food, don't ya?" he says lightly. He kind of enjoys the fact he has some kind of company. He takes his time walking back towards the city once they are a fair distance from the site of the goblins, and he stops once and awhile to pick a nut or berry to feed his new companion. Eventually Tagg arrives back at the gates, with squirrel in tow. Luckily, it is late noon and so the streets are mostly empty. The best situation for the animal to get accustomed to a setting rife with activity. It is uneventful as Tagg makes his way through the streets back to the boarding house, with the squirrel still following him, and only stopping once or twice to stare curiously at something else.
{to Weatherby's}
I know girl next time you’ll come with me I promise.
*The ranger sat there pulling the bird from the flames of the meager fire and set the roasting stick into the ground so the bird could cool off. The ranger cast a glance around the small campsite and Gurfle still sleeping under his cloak.*
.oO(Well now that we’ve found the place after lunch we’ll have to go out and find a nice little clearing for her to live. Maybe try to build her a little hut…)
*Tensek turns his gaze to the fire and watches it eat away at the wood he had gathered.*
.oO(Why am I doing this again? For a goblin no less! Maybe Pearl’s really got to me that one day. Well best get everything done and than I can be off with Kiara again, Maybe we’ll take a detour and do some open land hunting…)
*As the ducks cook Tensek get’s up and begins gathering strong sticks big enough to build Gurfle a nice little hut. The ranger worked silently throughout the day, breaking only when the ducks were ready. It was a patchwork affair of stout timber and a layered leafy roof just big enough for three goblins, or one goblin and a few luxuries. It took Tensek with Gurfle’s “help” two days to finish the small shelter and by nightfall of the second day it was completed. They had built the shelter in a small clearing, far enough from the river to avoid flooding it out but close enough so Gurfle didn’t have to walk very far to get the water she needed. As dawn arrived the next day Tensek took Kiara and his bow out into the woods. Together the pair moved silently, finding the tracks of a pair of quails. With a low bark Kiara set off in a run toward the bush the quails made their home. In a flurry of leaves and feathers Kiara pounced upon them and finished them off with two quick bites. With a triumphant bark Kiara bounded out of the bush, the two quails hanging from her jaw by the necks. Tensek smiled and patted Kiara on the head as he took the birds from his companion and walked towards their campsite.*
Good girl.
*Having arrived back at their camp Gurfle waved to the pair from where she sat next to the fire. Tensek went about preparing Kiara’s catch for dinner, all the while speaking to Gurfle.*
I’m going to help you with a garden today and I’ll even take you out to gather some edible roots you can plant and grow.
*Gurfle smiled and nodded in response her eyes intently watching the quails cooking. Her wait wasn’t long as the small birds cooked quickly and the trio ate mostly in silence. Once they had completed Tensek put aside his hunting gearand began to show Gurfle the intricacies of working in the dirt. All day the ranger and the goblin worked the smallpatch of land behind Gurfle’s new home. As night fell they sat in front of the fire and ate chatting amiably about what sorts of things Gurfle wanted to grow in her garden. As the night grew older the small group slept quite soundly after their long and hard day of working the land.*
Kiara and I will be leaving tomorrow.
You’lls visits Gurfle yes yes?
Of course we will.
Than Gurfle not be sadded cause you’lls come backs and visits and Gurfle will do cookings for you.
*Tensek smiled and laughed at the thought of the tiny little goblin hauling around a cauldron full of water.*
Well I look forward to that Gurfle.
*Gurfle lay down and closed her eyes still talking as sleep slowly took her.*
Gurfles will evens cook you fishes and duckses.
I’m sure you will Gurfle. Goodnight.
Nightsy night.
*Tensek was about to say something in response but the snores of Gurfle reached his ears and he smiled and laid down looking up at the stars he pondered to himself as he fell slowly into a deep slumber.*
.oO(I’m going to miss her, but I can’t just sit around and do nothing. Plus I need to find Anaya. And get rid of some of these weapons. There’s just too many of them, plus Kiara and I need to finish her training. But we’re almost done now. And that’s very heartening…)
*The ranger gently petted Kiara’s head as she laid beside him and fell asleep. The ranger continued to look up at the sky and let sleep take over his senses.*
Come meet your death beast!
*The ranger yelled as he fired off two more arrows at the injured worg, the first arrow harmlessly sailed past but the second arrow hit it defly in the neck dropping the beast to the ground with a whimper. Shouldering his bow, Tensek drew his Bastard sword as Kiara pounced upon the remaining worg. The Worg snapped at Kiara catching her in the side with its strong jaws. The Rottweiler moved backwards as Tensek Brought his blade down upon the worg the blade of his sword digging into the beasts shoulder with the force of his blow. Kiara lunged at the worg and bit into its neck brining the beast down to the ground. Tensek moved swiftly to the fallen worg and drove his blade through its skull repeating the act to the second worg as well. Kneeling down next to Kiara Tensek inspected her wounds and digging through his pack he bound the wound with slice from one of his spare shirts, Kiara whimpered and licked at Tensek’s paw in return.*
I guess we weren’t ready for that. I’m sorry girl. We’ll go even slower and I’ll fix you up when we get closer to the river.
*Together the pair headed east towards the river, it was almost dusk when they arrived but Tensek started a fire as Kiara lay close by sleeping. The ranger set about gathering up some healling herbs as well as boiling some water. Taking the remains of the shirt Tensek carefully washed Kiara’s wound and dressed it again. Sitting silently next to Kiara Tensek dined on some roots he had gathered while he was gathering the herbs. Silently Tensek stayed up watching around paying careful attention as he kept watch over the camp. Tensek fell asleep as the sun began it’s ascent into the sky.*
.oO(And the meat isn't that good, either.) He thought as he dismissed the possibility to hunt the bear.
He reaches the edge of a clearing and is able to see a deer herding the green and abundant grass around that place. Tyros's was lucky to be against the wind, or the deer would've caught sight of him already and run away immediatly. He takes his bow from his back and carefully nocks an arrow into it, never taking his eyes out of the deer. He stretches the cord to its maximum.
.oO(Mother, help me become a better shooter, so I can cleanse my enemies with swift justice. Help me deliver a painless blow against my prey, so I can eat from it endured flesh...)
Tyros is about to shoot, his muscles tense and his senses all tuned up when he hears a small "rufflescruffle" to the right of his prey. He automaticly aims to the spot from where the sound came. The deer also heard the noise and raised its head to better hear any further danger. It suddenly runs away, into the opposite direction, before Tyros can aim back at it. He doesn't stray his eyes away from the spot, when he sees a small and bony wolf coming from the undersbrush, limping from one of its hind legs.
Tyros looks rapidly to the sky.
.oO(Another one?)
Tyros looks back at the wolf. It was injured. A deep cut ran from its mid torso to the limping leg. It was looking at the place where Tyros was sitting. The wind had changed its direction. The elf stood there, looking at the wolf, trying to decide if he should help it or not. The wolf looked away from Tyros and fell to the ground, the wound dripping blood all over its side.
Tyros put the bow back onto his back and unsheathed his sword to have a failsafe tool should the wolf attack him. The elf started to take steps in the direction of the wolf, out of the folliage. The wolf didn't move. It looked really hungry, famine actually.
.oO(You haven't eaten in weeks, have you? You can't even carry your weight around anymore. And that wound...)
Tyros is really near the wolf now. He can see its eyes looking back at the elf. It's about to faint. Tyros gets one knee on the floor and raises his sword in the air. The wolf looks up to it and closes its eyes. Tyros moves the blade downwards with force. It lays craved in the ground at his side, while Tyros goes to his backpack to get some herbs he had been collecting during his hunts and a bit of rabit meat. The wolf opens its eyes, surprised for still being able to do so. He looks at the piece of meat and raises its head. Tyros gives takes one of his daggers and cuts the meat into small pieces, to help the wolf chew it and then feeds him. Tyros then proceeds to chew on the herbs he took from his backpack and places them into the wound, carefully so it won't hurt the wolf further. The ranger covers the wound almost wholly with the herbs and taps the wolf in the head, while it is still gulping the food.
.oO(That should stop the pain...
)It wasn't an adult wolf yet, but a cub. It probably wasn't able to hunt with its pack and got separated from it by whatever gave it that nasty cut.
.oO(It's not a claw cut. There would be more small cuts around it if it was so. It's a blade cut... I wonder what caused it. I should tend to it. It can't hunt propperly as it's too young for that. And without its pack it will be even harder.)
Once it is finished, the wolf licks Tyros's hand and falls asleep. Tyros sits besides the little wolf, leaning against a tree, his bow right next to him. Half an hour passes and Tyros is almos closing his eyes when he hears a loud "Oooo!". He gets up, startled and intrigued and looks up to see a white owl. It lets another loud "Oooo!" and flies down to the wolf's side, jumping and beating its wings and "Oooo!"ing like a crazy... owl.
[elven]What? What do you want?
The owl keeps making noise and flies away, only to return again and circle around Tyros's head, continuing with the infernal noise.
Tyros is begining to panic, as the owl seems to try to warn him of something.
[elven]Oh, I wish I could understand you!
The owl suddenly shuts up and lands on the ground and a green glow starts to come out from it, disapearing with a flash right away. The owl blinks at Tyros a few times and opens its beak.
Green and big and mean big things come that way. The little owl is about as surprised as Tyros, who even falls in his back, while stepping away from the owl.
The ranger seems to snap out of his own awe and try to speak with the owl.
You talk??
Apparent! Green and big and mean big things come that way! Danger for us and you.
Are you talking to me??
No, to the two legs behind you... listen!
Tyros is amazed at the owl talking to him but quickly snaps out of it when he hears something behind him. He can hear steps: clumsy and loud steps. Clearly, whoever is around doesn't care about anyone listening to it. Tyros take his ears to the ground and is able to distinguish four sets of foots. Big foots, by the looks of them. He takes the little wolf and hides it in a nearby bush, always being careful not to hurt its wound.
Doing what?!
Hiding.
Kill them!
I don't know what they are. Yet.
The owl stops talking and flies to a nearby tree's branch.
.oO(Good idea.)
Tyros starts climbing a tree and is almost at the top when he listens to voices.
Rock never saw the wart from a frog's skin after that fight with the centaur. I killed him but got blinded.
A deep and grumbling voice can be heard after this one.
I hear the centaurs are coming to the forest too. You should see the pack they're forming. About fifty strong!
The first voice talks again, in a harsher manner.
They are stupid horses that ate a stupid man and became a stupid centaur. Arh! Arh! Arh!
The voice silences suddenly and a loud sniff can be heard.
It's close! I can smell it.
Tyros was already jumping from brach to branch, tryin gto get a good sight of the invaders. He does so quietly and carefully, not braking a single branch while jumping from branch to branch. His bow hanging from his hand, he makes one final jump before he catches sight of the group of brutes. Mustard-yellow was the color of the rags they used as vestment beneath their black and dirty armour. They had war scars all over their body, black, sparse hair and a hideous face to top that. Tyros was twitching with fury, paralized by the sight he had just been contemplated with.
Orcs.
.oO(Orcs. Orcs. Orcs. 4 Orcs. Four monsters. Four murderers!)
The orcs were quiet, sniffing and looking all around. Tyros could hardly countain his anger, his hate for orcs.
.oO(Calm down. Calm down. You are a new person. These orcs didn't kill your family. These are not them. They don't know you.)
.oO(They are monsters anyway. They have certainly harmed someone, somewhere else.)
.oO(You don't know that. And it's against the Mother's will to kill someone. It would brake the balance.)
.oO(Not if it is to save another life. They have sensed you or the baby wolf. Don't take a chance. They will probably harm someone else if they don't find what they're looking for.)
These thoughts come by in a quick sucession and Tyros is forced to admit that his angry side is right. One of the orcs was already nearing the place where he had hidden the wolf. He was weilding a crude scimitar and was extending his hand to spread the underbrush where the cub was hiding when he fell to the ground, an arrow stuck in his back, in the place where his heart would be. Tyros had let an arrow fly before the orc could reach the hiding site. The elf quickly hid himself behind the tree after he fired, and rightly so, as a javelin hissed right besides him, failing to conect with the attacking target. Tyros takes three arrows from his quiver and grabs them with his mouth, leaving the quiver sticking out of the tree, so the orcs could see it. He climbed the tree a bit further and jumped to another branch silently, moving to the opposite positiion of where he was: behind the orcs. The orcs had already hidden in the underbrush or behind a tree, taking cover from the death from above.
The ranger spots one holding a throwing axe, behind a tree, unsuspecting of the danger above him. The orc moves from the protection of the tree and throws his throwing axe at the tree from wich Tyros's quiver is sticking out, hittting the tree while doing so and retreating back to the safety of his own tree, while drawing another axe. Tyros lets lose his arrow and scores a headshot, killing it instantaneausly. Another throwing axe flies and hits the brach in which Tyros is holding himself. A crack rips the air of the silence heard before and Tyros finds himself falling to the floor. He successfully grabs a branch on his way down and hangs a bit, before letting himself fall without hurting himself. He rolls over to a tree to take cover from any throwing axe that might want to fly by.
We got it! Go!
Tyros is able to hear running steps while an orc charges in. He unsheathes his swords as his bow was nowhere to be found. He waits until the orc reaches the tree and circles the tree in the opposite direction, trying to catch the orc in the back but is surprised by a flying axe which hits his sword, which in turn hits Tyros in the shoulder, scratching it.
He didn't seem to feel the pain, though. As he continued to circle around the tree to try and hit the other orc. The other orc was trying to find out where the elf went to, looking around himself. He did see a blade enter his gut, forcing him to drop his scimitar. Tyros then sticks the other sword in the orc and uses his blades to turn the orc around, switching positions with him. Doing so allowed him to escape a thrown axe which hit the already impaled orc. Tyros uses the carcass to approach the remaining orc.
BAH!! These orcs these days! Can't even fight a tree huggin' elf. I hit him and I'm blind!! You're lucky, elf, that my axes are over. Or maybe not!! Arh! Arh! Arh! Maybe you'll suffer more now that I have to use my great axe!! DIE!!!!
Tyros is able to hear sonore Thumps as the orc approaches. The orc screams and the carcass is blown away by the force of its great axe, taking the twin swords out of Tyros's hands and pushing him to the floor.
Arh! Arh! Arh!!
The immense orc raises the axe and is about to land it on Tyros when a white blur passes in front of his face, ripping its forehead and nose. The orc screamed with pain, letting his axe fall to his back and taking his hands to his face. Tyros takes the dagger he was carrying in his boot, got up, and stabs the orc in the throat. The orc starts making gasping sounds, trying to breathe. Tyros stabs him once again in the chest. And again. And yet again. He stabed the orc several times, staining his face and leather armor with dark red blood. The elf stops stabing the orc, trying to calm himself. He notices what he has done and drops on his back, still trying to catch up on his breath.
The white blur appears flying and lands on Tyros's chest. The owl eyes the ranger with curiosity and lets out a gentle "Ooo!".
Thank you.
Tyros strokes the small owl, which seems to like it and gently nibles Tyros's fingers. Tyros smiles and gets up, the owl flying to a low branch. He goes to the wolf's hiding place and is relieved to find it well, but scared. Tyros takes him carefully not to hurt him and rubs behind its ears as well.
You're gonna have to wait here while I burn these foul beasts' bodies.
Tyros puts it down and procedes to finding some dry leaves and wood to make a fire. He digs a small hole in the ground with his bare hands and takes the caracasses to the mound. He then takes the dry plants and spreads them around the foul things. He lights them by means of rubbing a stick in dry leaves and at first not even the fire seems to want to touch the wretched carcasses, but then the flesh starts to quickly catch fire and burns away completely. Tyros stays around to make sure nothing else catches fire and then starts making his way to Hunter, the little
pooch in his arms, his bow already resting in his back,as well as his quiver, his swords which were already sheathed and his daggers.
He's walking calmly when a familiar "Ooo!" his heard behind him and the white owl comes flying in, landing softly in Tyros hurt shoulder.
Ouch!
The owl seems to be aware of Tyros's pain and moves over to the other shoulder. Tyros smiles and keeps walking. After a couple of hours worth of traveling, Tyros arrives at the place where Hunter was herding; only to find that the mule was sleeping.
Wake up, Hunter. We've got new friends.
Hunter opens a lazy eye and shakes its head when it sees the newcomers. It gets up and licks the young wolf, which in return also licks hunter. Tyros and the trio of animals continue until they reach the gates.
I'm glad you like it.
Oooo!!
Tyros looks upwards, gaining sight of the little bird of prey flying in circles above him. Allerya was back.
Allerya!!
You've been hunting?AS to answer the question, a dead rat falls from the owl's claws and into the ground in front of Tyros.
No, thanks. I already had breakfast.
Allerya lands on top of the rat and starts nibling it, focused on its prey. Tyros looks at Diriel who is preparing to jump on Allerya, crawling slowly to a position where he can just jump on her. But before that, the owl flies to the nearest tree, taking the rat with her. Tyros stays there playing with both animals and familiarising betteer with Allerya for a big while and then heads deeper into the forest to hunt something. The owl follows him but the wolf stays close to its new home, sleeping soundly in the shelter.
.oO(Please mother, don't let anything happen to Diriel. He has gone through much already and if something bad were to happen to him my heart would be broken. )
Tyros is able to catch only a few rabits because of Allerya who "Oooo"ed everytime he spoted a possible prey, scaring it away.
I have to teach you a few things... Tyros sighs as the owl manages to scare away yet another deer.
Tyros heads back to Diriel's new home to see if he was ok and is relieved to find him still snoring quietly in the shelter. Tyros then goes back to the city, Allerya in his left shoulder, passing through the gates and saying a warm "Hi" to Jereld and Kereld.
Now, let's go home and have a quick rest.
He says to Allerya while looking at a gnome playing drums in the street.
[to weatherby]
Passes through the gate and turns off the road soon after that. Walks towards east, strolling slowly and enjoying a moment of calm. Stops at a clutter of three or four small trees to sit on a tree stump and eat the sandwiches.
Careful, Vareanin, careful. I don't want to get marks on me shoulder.
The bird lets out a small caw as response and Codrian feels hunger and yearning to fly to some distance for food. Nods to his familiar.
Okay, off you go then. I trust you can tke care of yourself. Watch out for hawks.
Vareanin pecks his ear two times as response and flaps away, heading towards the city and wherever there his feeding place is. Codrian chuckles aloud and stretches.
.oO(Good sandwiches those, I wonder what did that phrase 'Fit for a special halfling' mean... well, I guess it's time I headed back to the city as well.)
Stands up and starts strolling towards eastern gate.
Moving across the landscape briskly Dravenous continues to follow what he believes to be the path of the tunnel. He doesn't talk much as he moves making the journey a quiet one.
About one hour after leaving the city's gates they approach a river.
At the river Dravenous says, "This is where the tunnel leads to."
"I think."
oO. (So this is what I get for being helpful and attempting to have a life outside the Strikers. Sent to some nowheres town to the West.)
The theif finds himself a little sheltered area underneath a willow tree and sits down to watch the sunset.
oO. (Brodda or Esmet would have liked to see it from here, alot easier to enjoy when you're not competing with the city lights. I wonder where Brodda is right now, I haven't seen her around.)
The theif stays and enjoys the sunset for a moment until a voice disturbs his almost slumber-like state.
"Hello there. Mind if I join you?"
An elderly gentleman aprroaches from the direction of Westwaters, grey beard swinging in a knot of braids.
"Not at all good sir, actually I'd appreciate some company." Lucian makes some room for the man to sit.
The man reaches into his pack and pulls out an apple, quickly finishing it. "What brings you out into the wild today?"
"Just running a message." Lucian responds slightly defensively.
The stranger raises his hands. "If it's your buisness, it ain't no buisness of mine to be asking. I don't suppose it'd be church buisness. Your type tends to be a little bit fancier.
"Pardon me, but my type?" Lucian blinks.
The stranger reaches under his shirt and pulls out a wooden pair of dice attached by a simple leather strap. "You worship the mother as the eternal correct? I worship her as the solitary."
Lucian still remains slightly puzzled. "I'm sorry, I don't quite follow. You mean there is more than one way to worship the mother?"
"Correct. There are three aspects of the mother Odemetrex. The Leveler, The Eternal and the Solitary. The leveler is stern but loving, knowing that all will all answer the final balance of death.
The eternal, which you appear worship. Believes that the mother has balanced all that there is and there should be aid provided to all equally.
The solitary, who's wandering footpath I follow, embodies the spirirt of chance and the single need. Those who have more can afford to have some borrowed. That everything should not be for all of one person. That the rich should not feast while the poor starve! The the wealthy can afford justice while the poor are down-trodden." The man's face goes quite red. "I've rambled somewhat."
Lucian grins brightly. "Yes, but I do appreciate your help. It seems the path of the solitary is more to what I have garnered. A simple question, though. Why have I not heard more of the Solitary's type?'
The man nods sagely, "Tis because we cannot stand to be held down and stay in one place forever. The Brotherhood of Final Justice is more suited to running formal outlets of faith so their more conservative views tend to be more prevailent."
Lucian smiles and stands, offering the old man his hand once he has done so."Thank you for your time sir."
Using the younger man's hand as a booster, the old man stands and brushes himself off. "My pleasure. Please, take this. he hands Lucian the pair of dice on string. "You may find it to be of some use."
Lucain grins and sets off down the trail after saying farewell to the old man. He reaches the gate of Westwaters not too long after and quickly rents a room from the grumpy innkeeper.
[color=firebrick]Ok, so the tunnel leads here. Hmm.. COLOR]
.oO(if it comes out near the river... would they just follow the river?)
SO, where do you think they would go after leaving the tunnel?
Dravenous then starts to quickly scan the area for any tracks.
[+10 Survival to find tracks]
Those tracks lead along the bank for a few hundred feet before heading up small trail into a group of rocks up a small hill.
As he walks toward the hill Dravenous draws his quarterstaff and uses it to maintain his balance walking up the hill.
Brand says as he follows Dravenous up the hill, being careful not to slip or fall.
And another like it about ten feet away.
Upon noticing the nature of the stone Dravenous says, "The trail has ended and there is a false stone just like the one at the end of the tunnel."
After looking toward the second he adds pointing to it, "And there seems to be one more right there. I did not expect there to be a second doorway."
As he talks to Brand his attention turns to the closer of the rocks and begins to examine closely for any device with which he could remove the barrier.
[Search +4, taking 20.]
After the better part of an hour Tensek dropped low commanding Kiara to stop in a harsh whisper he rose carefully and watched the doe silently dining on grass. Moving slowly and deliberately Tensek gently notched an arrow to his bowstring and began pulling the arrow back and drawing his sight along the shaft Tensek raised slowly from his hiding place. Hardly daring to breath Tensek pulled the bow back the supple wood froming a great arc, his eyes locked on the doe on the other side of the clearing. With one last heave on the taught bowstring Tensek let the arrow fly. Buzzign like an angry wasp the shaft tore through the air, only to end up buried in teh ground on the otherside of the doe, which had lifted it's head up curious by the hiss the arrow made as it flew through the air. Spotting Tensek it darted off through the woods leaving the ranger to contemplate his mistakes.
The silence of the clearing did not last long as a grey haired old man reeking of strong liquor and using a beautifully crafted bow as a walking staff came tearing into the clearing.*
What did ya think ya was doin' there?! Ya pulled that bow to tight. O' course it'd make that hornet sound, you crazy?! You never pull that tight except fpr range. you coulda hit that doe just with a good swoft pull of that string. Yer to tense when you shoot to ya gotta calm down.
*Hustling over to where the arrow lay imbeded in the earth the old man pulls it out with a groan. Still berating Tensek for some unknown reason to the ranger.*
And ya looked like a real hunter. Got a dog too don't ya?! No wonder you missed this arrow's warped don't you know not to use crooked shafts?! Oh what kinda mess of a boy are ya?!
*Rounding on the stunned silent Tensek his breath heavily scenting of alcohol, without waiting for a response he began nattering once again.*
Of course you don't! Back in my days we used only the straightest arrows! What kinda young whiper snapper are ya?! Going about trapsing aroudn the woods like you own em! Back when I was young we didn't give our betters any guff like you are young man! Oh I can tell yer not gonna listen ta me until I show ya how to really shoot a bow!
*Shaking his head the man pulled Tensek's bow and an arrow from his grasp and pulled it almost half heertedly and letting it fly in the same motion. The arrow sailed swiftly and silently through the air, zipping through a small leaf and pinning itself deep into the branch of a tree. Tossing the bow back to Tensek the man walked off huffily, leaving the ranger staring at the arrow sticking out of a branch barely even twice the width of the arrow itself.*
Ya young know it alls wouldn't know what's good fer ya if it bit ya on the butt!
*Slowly Tensek moved toward the tree and pulled the arrow from the branch.*
What in the name of the three gods just happened there...
*Shakign his head and laughing at himself Tensek strolled away from the clearing and back to the city.*
Kiara come!
[to the Iron Wolf Armory.]
The alien nature of the town makes it akward for the young theif to find his way around the city. His steps gather more notcie than they usually do and his balance as a whole is off kilter. He is stared at as an anomoly in the quiet little town.
Eventually the theif makes his way to the resiudence of the lord of the city. Guards stare at him with blatent distrust as he approaches.
"Who be you?"
Lucain calls upon a trained response
"A messenger from Garic's City, sir.
"For Lord Warrich?"
"The one and only."
The guard seems to accept the con-man's answer and allows him in.
"He's in his study. The guard adds gruffly.
Silently, Lucian enters the abode, the study isn't hard to find. Especially with the guard escort that seems about ready to split him in twain if given even half the excuse.
"That'll be enough gentlemen." A man with short-cropped black hair and sad green eyes opens the doors to the study. The guards quickly leave.
Lucian bows slightly. "Sorry to interupt, sir."
the man waves away the formallity. "I don't care for news from Garic's anymore. Just give me your damn message, then get out."
The half-elf nods and hands over the letter. The elder gentleman quickly tears open the envelope and scans the contents. "Hold a moment." The man retreats into his study ad returns with a small box.
"Take it and begone with you."
Lucian takes the parcel and slides it into his pack, very, very gently. oO .(That was unpleasant)
Almost at a run now, Lucian flees the foreign city as though it was ablaze. oO. (Cannot wait to get home.)
Good eyes Dravenous. Well, at least know we know a possible way to open these rocks at least.
Can you see anytihng that may be a trap on it though?
As Dravenous reaches for the lever he says, "You might want to take a step or two back in case I am right."
It swings back and forth for a few moments slowly losing momentum with each swing until inally it comes to a stop.
A glint of sunlight races in from behind the guards man, showing a roundish cave, maybe twenty feet in diameter and ten feet high.
An old firepit sits in the center of it. And there appears to be a pile of something oppisiteb the entrance. Dravenous nose curls at the stentch coming out of the cave.
"That was too close," says Dravenous as he looks into the cave.
"At least I still have my head."
With his quarterstaff Dravenous enters the cave trying his best not to smell the stentch coming from within.
The fireplace likewise hasn't been used in awhile. The ashes and charred wood looks likes it 's been sitting there for weeks if not longer. It almost looks as if it was made in a permanently unlit position.
"The fireplace looks as if it has stayed dark while he was here. I would have believed that he would have used it after the daylight disappeared."
Trying his best to examine the firepit with the bit of sunlight coming in, the guardsman takes his time as he searches it for more clues.
[Taking 20, Search +4]
Are you alright Dravenous? That was pretty close withthat blade there. Brand says seeing the blade just miss his partner
Not a problem. Brand says as he unslings his pack and grabs a torch and lights it handing it to Dravenous.
Ugh, that stinks.... why is it this thief leads to nothing but rotten smells...
Several hours after not finding a good goose or fox, Gilgiga comes to a clearing of the obviously unnatural sort. Bits of refuge and the marks from fire pits scorch the ground. After a few minetes of looking about Gilgiga comes to the conclusion that this could only be the work of Orcs.
Gilgiga thinks back to the times when his tribe wandered near to a town or villiage and shuders. Fearing for his new friends he decides to act, but promptly takes into acount the amount of orcs needed for a camp this large and decides it's best to not do this alone. He turns back to the city, a new sort of prey in mind.
"Thank you."
Taking the torch from Brand, the tracker makes another attempt to examine the firepit.
Still taking 20
"There is another secret passageway under the firepit."
Dravenous feels his hand shake as it gets close to the pullring.
In his mind he questions himself to find if this really is the best choice.
.oO(Would they really trap a secret trap door that was behind another secret door? Isn't that a little overkill?).oO(They trapped a secret door a hours walk from the city, this one is most likely going to be trapped too.)
.oO(Maybe Brand should open it then; he looks more resistant to blows to me.)
.oO(And what if treasure hunters find you with the bounty hunter injured? How long to you think that fight will last?)
.oO(I could use my rope to set up a pulley system to open the door.)
.oO(Do you even know how long that will take? You are supposed to finish your assignment in a timely matter; not spend a day getting past one door.)
.oO(What if I am hurt by the trap?)
.oO(Then your partner can help you and still be able to fight anything that wants the thief's treasure for its own. This is the best choice you have! Now stop acting like a chicken and open the door!)
"Again, stay back. I wouldn't want you to get hurt by a stupid trap."
Taking one last breath the trap springer holds his torch high and pulls on the ring with his free hand.
It slams open with startling speed crushing the expert before he can jump out of the way. (Dravenous takes 12 points of damage)
Brand manages to pry it off him, and pull the guardsman out.
Dravenous sees the large spring on a legde in the hole that leads down into a pit. And a ladder leading down about ten feet.
.oO(See, he is helping you. You have nothing to worry about.)
.oO(Ugh...)
Dravenous makes sure that he doesn't have any broken bones then starts to get up holding his sides.
"Thank you, Brand. I just wasn't fast enough there."
Looking over to the hole for a moment he adds, "Can you go first? That trap got me pretty good."
Maelut walks out into the grassland surrounding the city, his hands resting comfortably on his knives. He feels a little more at ease, his magic having improved since the last time he went out here, along with his fighting skills. Curious, he turns to Giligiga to ask a question which he suspects will be quite tactless.
"Gilgiga, you have orcish blood in you, there's no doubt of that. Does it bother you that we're hunting those that could be related to you? I've never had to kill a human, and I'm not sure that I'd particularly go looking to do so."
Equipment:
leather armor, amulet of natural armor +1, gold signet ring (lion insignia), cooking knives (2, treat as sickles), light crossbow and bolts (20), backpack, bedroll, blanket, flint and steel, waterskin, trail rations (2 day supply, assortment of dried meats and fruits), spice bag, recipe book, belt pouch, torch, hemp rope (50'), potion (cure light wounds)
Equipment
Explorers out fit (worn) and travelers outfit (in pack), studded leather armor, shortsword, light crossbow, handcrossbow, 10 light crossbow bolts and 9 handcrossbow bolts in a quiver, backpack, bedroll, flint and steal, 3 pints of oil, hooded lantern, silver swords pin, silver flask of dwarven spirits, 1 day trail rations, waterskin, theives tools, and 2 potions (cure light wounds and shield of faith +2)
"I have been too hasty in running into the traps and I was punished for my arrogance."
"We shouldn't try to use the ladder."
"Ready."
.oO(I hope all goes well.)
[equipment]explorors outfit, B-sword, studded leather Masterwork, heavy steel shield masterwork, javalins (backpack: caltrops, silk rope, 5 tourches, waterskin, 2 days of rations, 22lbs[/equipment]
"I folowed Jace here, just to get into practice. It's different folowing in the city."
Gear: Spear, Longbow, 20 arrows, 3 tinder twigs, 50 feet of rope, and a water skin Leather Armor.
Originally posted by Dravenous
"Wait, the ladder is most likely trapped too."
"I have been too hasty in running into the traps and I was punished for my arrogance."
"We shouldn't try to use the ladder."
Indeed the ladder doesn't look very safe. A few of the rungs are broken, and a few others look like they may break soon.
Staying close to the floor and holding the torch in front of him Dravenous inches close enough to the pit to attempt to estimate its depth.
Wrong SN, but still a legit post.
"It is not horribly deep, but it is enough that if we fell we would get hurt."
Going through his pack Dravenous pulls out his silk rope and grappling hook. He then connects them together, taking his time so that he makes no mistakes.
While securing the rope Dravenous looks over to the pile of foodstuffs trying to estimate its size.
[Use Rope +7; Taking 10]
*moves off a little bit to looks for any disturbed ground or broken branches*
search 6, survival 2
[ooc: Search +10]
.o0(I've never been able to keep track of where I put a roast chicken, let alone track something that's still alive. Better to make sure we aren't disturbed by the orcs, they could have set up an ambush.)
Gilgiga is delighted by the find, and is able to pick up the trail from here.
Contues to folow the tracks.
"Hmmm, whats this about me."
"Oh, nothing Boirin."
"Great, how are those tracks coming?"
Their prey is moving faster now, but are they running 'to' or 'from'?
Continues down the trail.
It wends between large rocks and boulders, suggesting an area prone to seasonal flooding. Upstream, where the tracks lead, is a small ravine, probably no more than forty feet in length.
Gilgiga says withdrawing an arrow, and careing more attention to the trees and rocks then the trail.
Jace notices that Gilgiga's attention has been drawn, and also spots the orcs, despite the distance. Boirin and Maelut are oblivious.
HP and Initiative:
Boirin 25/25
Gilgiga 13/13
Maelut 36/36
Jace ?/?
Orcs ?/?
"Boirin, Mr. Maelut, we are not alone. This may get bloody."
"They know we are here guys. Watch out behind us....I wouldn't be suprized if they have a few sitting back. If there is a chance get theorc beteen you and me....I can hurt them a lot more from behind"
*moves out beside Giliga*
"After your shot I would try and get a little back or take out your spear...they are fast"
[ooc: spot -1, free action draw crossbow, standard action load crossbow, ready attack vs. aproach]
The orcs stand and hurl javelins at Gilgiga and Jace, with Gilgiga taking a painful wound in his shoulder. The orc roars in triumph, shaking his fists in the air at the sight of the javelin quivering in his target.
HP and Initiative:
Boirin 25/25
Gilgiga 5/13
Maelut 36/36
Jace ?/?
Orcs ?/?
Gilgiga lets out a primal yell at the wound in his side as he lets an arrow lose at the orc.
"Yearh!"
Gilgiga shouts snaping the javlen with his hand.
Gilgiga fights off the throbbing pain in his shoulder to let fly an arrow at his attacker, clipping it on the side of the head.
HP and Initiative:
Boirin 25/25
Gilgiga 7/14, +1 nonlethal
Maelut 36/36
Jace ?/?
Orcs ?/? (One down.)
[ooc: to hit +6 1d8 damage]
"This can't be all the orcs....How are you Giliga, and how many orcs do you think there are....5, 6"
Attack +3, 1d6+2
Before they have time to congratulate each other, the previously-hidden second wave launches its attack.
A gnoll peeks from behind a rock, sending an arrow deeply into Boirin, while a burly orc hurls a spear at Gilgiga, missing him. The burly orc then draws a greataxe, red stripes painted across the blade, and roars defiance, muscles bulging ominously.
Two more javelin-toting orcs also reveal themselves, targeting Boirin and Jace unsuccessfully.
HP and Initiative:
Boirin takes 9 damage,
Boirin 17/25, +1 nonlethal
Gilgiga 7/14, +1 nonlethal
Maelut 36/36
Jace ?/?
Gnoll ?/?
Burly Orc ?/?
Orcs ?/? (Two down, 2 to go.)
"Remember what I said when we started out guys!!! Could you guys kill those dambed javalin throwers."
[Yelled Orcish]Come to me you sackless elfson!!![/yelled Orcish]
ready against the orcs approch
*grits his teeth*
.oO(yea thats right make the big orc angry, brillant, I hope they remember to help me flank.)
Gilgiga takes a moment to look about the ravene, and see were the threat lies. Then with an amazeing amount of speed Gilgiga fires two arrows at the Javlen orc that targeted Jace.
Jace shouts, and the target of his insult screams in rage, eyes bugging out alarmingly.
[orcish]You worthless half-breed, your parents mated on the dungheap and that's where you were born, as well![/orcish]
As he rushes at Jace, prevented from running at full speed by the rocky, steep terrain, the gnoll shoots again at Boirin, trying to finish him off. She nearly succeeds, but although the damage is severe, Boirin is strong.
The axe wielding, enraged orc crosses the ten or so feet of rocks to swing at Jace, who is ready for him and swings first. The orc barely seems to notice the bloody gash he receives, and brings his axe around to crash into Jace with a thundering echo.
The two remaining javelin-throwers target Boirin and Gilgiga, and the half-orc is struck, falling.
HP and Initiative:
Boirin takes 8 damage, Jace takes 16, Gilgiga takes 9 & is unconscious
Boirin 10/25, +2 nonlethal
Gilgiga -1/19, +2 nonlethal
Maelut 36/36
Jace Badly Injured/?, +1 nonlethal
Gnoll ?/?
Burly Orc Injured/?
Orcs ?/? (Two down, 2 to go.)
.oO(AGH. well he is not hard to hit....If I can avoid the axe I will be fine, granting nobody else throws a pointy piece of wood at me.)
[orcish]"you cannot even give a propor insult pig! I am no halfbreed! But I cannot say the same for your father. He must have been part troll!"[/orcish]
"Sombody help me flank or we will loose another."
*sees Borin go around to the back side of the Orc and attack. If he hits hard (10 plus) Jace attacks. If miss or less then 10 full combat expertise -5 attack/+5 AC
.ooc({10 plus} attack: +3 +2 (flank) Damage: 1d10 +1d6 +2
{9 and less} Attack +3 +2 -5 Damage 1d10 +1d6 +2)
[orc]"You are just a succling babe, unworthy of the axe you carry. When you are dead I will take it from you and mutilate your body with it."
[ooc If he provokes a Attack of Oporunity he tumbles +12, when in position +4 to hit going for sneak attack at 1d6 +3d6 +1 damage.]
Gilgiga passes out from the javlen wound before he can finsih his exclamation. He then falls to the ground with a loud, resonent THUMP
Originally posted by Dravenous
Slowly moving away from the hole Dravenous gives the torch back to Brand.
"It is not horribly deep, but it is enough that if we fell we would get hurt."
Going through his pack Dravenous pulls out his silk rope and grappling hook. He then connects them together, taking his time so that he makes no mistakes.
While securing the rope Dravenous looks over to the pile of foodstuffs trying to estimate its size.
The guardsman ties the hook and rope together with a sturdy knot. If it comes undone while being used, it's the gods that need to be blamed. Not Dravenous.
The pile of foodstuff appears to be about two feet high, three wide, and three long. It's co,posed of rotting fruit, vegtables, a few chunks of unidentifiable meat, a gold chain...
The short sword enters in a clean thrust, and with an agile twist Boirin brings the orc down. As he lands heavily on his knees and topples forward, he slides off the sword's blade, leaving Boirin staring at Jace, who must suddenly pull his blow.
Maelut fishes some pork rind from his pouch, reciting a bit of doggerel about unpleasant snack foods, and makes a greasy patch appear under the gnoll and the orc near her. The orc had been drawing his falchion and preparing to climb down the slope, but instead slips, arms windmilling, and falls, tumbling to the ground at Jace and Boirin's feet.
HP and Initiative:
Gilgiga loses another hit point.
Boirin 10/25, +2 nonlethal
Gilgiga -2/19, +2 nonlethal
Maelut 36/36
Jace Badly Injured/?, +1 nonlethal
Gnoll ?/?
Burly Orc Dying/?
Orcs ?/? (Two down, 2 to go.)
*moves over to the pron orc and brings his sword flying down onto it.*
"There seems to be some jewelry in the pile of food."
Slowly moving toward the pile Dravenous reaches out toward the chain to get a closer look pausing only for a moment to wish he had a pair of gloves.
Reaching out for the chain, Dravenous finds it attached to a neck. Quickily pushing the debri off, the guardsman finds the body buried under the riubbage.
It is badly decomposing and is almost unidenifiable. The signet ring on the finger might help with that though. Or perhaps there is something in one of the twenty or so purses piled on top of it.
Lighting a second torch, Brand rappels down the hole.
When he sees the body the guardsman retracts his hand from the necklace.
.oO(Oh no... Poor person. I wonder if the loved ones know already.)
Dravenous starts to search the purses, making sure to return everything that he takes out to its proper purse once he finishes examining it.
.oO(Maybe something on or in the purses can give a hint toward their owners.)
.oO(And this persons name.)
Most hold just a few silver coins, a few others are filled with gold. Two of them contain gems.
There is also a few knives in the pile, three of which look excveptionally well made.
Brand lands at the bottom and circles around with the torch to see where he is at. He calls back up. "No traps yet! Just crates and barrels! It seems to be a storage room of some kind!"
The bounty hunter looks closer at one of the barrells. [color=green]"The markings on it say it's elven wine!"[/color]
Dissapointed at the lack of information in the purses Dravenous turns his attention toward the ring on the body's finger.
Brand searches more. "The wine doesn't appear to have been opened!"
"Most of the crates are nailed shut too!"
A bit more searching and Brand finds a small one that isn't as tightly closed as the others. Peeking inside, he calls back up/ "You aren't going to believe this! I found one full of chocolate!"
"And a victim."
Brand climbs back up, and moves to join Dravenous by the corpse. "Looks like we are going to need to wrap that in something. Here." Brand removes his cloak.
.o0(That's two cloaks that halftuck will have ruined for me.)
"Any idea who that is?"
"You get the rest."
"We'll shut that door, but not reset the trap and send someone to gather up all the things down there."
"They shouldn't be to hard to find the owner of. They are all marked."
The guard grabs the knives and his rope and puts them in his backpack. Then he puts out the torch and gives it back to Brand.
Placing as many purses as possible in his backpack without fear of them spilling their contents. The rest he places on his arms. Grabbing his staff Dravenous turns back toward Brand.
"What did the markings look like?"
"Probably belongs to some store that uses those on their name, or a family crest."
Brand heads out of the cave, stopping by the entrance.
"Should we push the rock back in place?"
"We should move the rock back. If that other rock that I saw was the entrance into the tunnel that goes into the city we should try not attract attention to this hill."
The Gnoll barks commands at the remaining orc while she shoots again at Boirin, hitting him painfully.
The last orc draws his falchion and scrambles towards Jace.
HP and Initiative:
Boirin is hit for 6
Boirin 5/25, +3 nonlethal
Gilgiga -2/19, +2 nonlethal
Maelut 36/36
Jace Badly Injured/?, +1 nonlethal
Gnoll ?/?
Burly Orc Dying/?
Orcs ?/? (Three down, 1 to go.)
"I don't know if putting it back will reset the trap, but I don't want to risk anymore lives lost to that halftuck."
"This should be closed enough that unless someone is actively looking, they shouldn't find it."
Brand picks up the body again.
"Now let's get back to the city."
"Lets get this man to the guardhouse first, and get a few of your fellow officers out to that cave."
"Your superiors should know what to do with the body."
To cjapterhouse
"I will be glad when I can tend to my bruises."
[To Chapterhouse]
Double Post
[orc]"Is that your best?"[/orc]
Boirin kneels, drops his short sword, and draws his crossbow in a single movement. He pulls out a bolt, cocks the bow, secures the arrow. Takes aim and fires.
[ooc +6 to hit, 1d8 damage, dodge vs. gnoll, +1 to ac vs. its attacks]
Gilgiga, with no-one assisting him, worsens.
HP and Initiative:
Boirin 5/25, +3 nonlethal
Gilgiga -3/19, +2 nonlethal
Maelut 36/36
Jace Badly Injured/?, +1 nonlethal
Gnoll Injured/?
Burly Orc Dying/?
Orcs ?/? (Three down, 1 to go.)
"Maelut help Gilgiga!"
[ooc: pick up shortsword, tumble +12 to flank orc. Attack +4 going for sneak attack. If its sneak attack it deals 4d6+1 damage]
The gnoll turns her deadly attention to Maelut, but misses him. Jace's orc swings and strikes, sending Jace spiralling into unconsciousness, to join Gilgiga in bleeding away his life.
*Before being struck down, Jace yells to his companions*
"Don't kill one of them, the Jackals will want one to question. They might be a bit of a larger group. Just knock him out and tie him up!!
Seeing the other orc coming towards Jace, Boirin trys to get into a flanking position with the chocolate colored man. If he can he goes for another strike in a vital spot. Jace falls before he can do this, but he still manages to strike the orc. He staggers, jaw working as a shocked expression enters his eyes. He falls.
"Maelut, help Gilgiga!" Boirin yells.
Gilgiga's health dips lower, then Maelut bends down, feeling the last of his more powerful energies drain away from him as he channels positive forces into Gilgiga's body. Gilgiga's eyes pop open as he returns to wakefulness.
Standing back up, the chef drops his crossbow and draws both of his knives as he steps towards the orc, standing over Jace's body to protect him.
Jace continues to bleed, and the gnoll shoots again, at Maelut this time, and he too feels the sting of her powerful shortbow.
Boirin reloads his crossbow, shooting at the gnoll, but misses. The boulder she is using for cover doesn't help his aim any.
[orcish]":Censored: Ow!"[/orcish] Gilgiga says, rising to his feet, pain overwhelming every inch of his body.
The universe seems to spin about him as he rises. He stands dazed and more or less confused for a moment as he attempts to regain his bearing on the world at large.
A groaning that isn't his, and the sounds and cries of excitement: They all blur together in his rather foggy mind. He notices that all the commotion seems to be coming from the other side of the rather large rock. Slowly he moves over to get a better view.
He looks up to see four gnolls standing upon a black patch of earth, and slowly they join to be one.
[orc]"Still alive, are we?"[/orc]
Gilgiga groans as he looks at the foe. He slowly moves closer and sees the grease, realizing that this is a bad thing, he moves back and picks up his bow. His muscles ache as he draws and fires an arrow at point blank range at the gnoll, but misses.
As the final orc falls, Maelut shouts a curse at the gnoll. He turns and climbs quickly up to her
position, seeing the grease dissipate as he climbs, ready to strike at the earliest opportunity.
Then gnoll shoots at Maelut, but misses, while Jace becomes weaker.
HP and Initiative:
Boirin 5/25, +3 nonlethal
Gilgiga 4/19
Maelut 30/36 + 1 nonlethal
Jace -3/?, +2 nonlethal
Gnoll Injured/?
Burly Orc x/?
Orcs x/? (All down.)
Inside of him an instinct takes over, similar to the one that keeps you on your toes at 3 in the morining, or after trecking twenty miles.
He enters the zone were fatugie is but a minor inconvence when the mind runs the boddy.
Silently, somberly, as if part of some sort of ritual, Gilgiga draws an arrow, knocks, pulls, and fires. Mussle training can work faster then his mind as he instenctivley draws and fires once more.
Makeing a rapid shot +3/+3
[dwarven]"Today is a good day for someone else to DIE!"
:headexplo
Hefts his short sword and scrambles up the rock face towards the gnoll, his war cry has turned from words to the pure vocal personification of his anger. He trys to get into a position to flank the she-gnoll bobbing, darting, and rolling to avoid unwanted attention from bow or sword.
[ooc Tumble if possible to avoid aoo at +12. To hit +4. Going for sneak attack. Dodge vs. She-gnoll]
Gilgiga tries to shoot the gnoll, but with the boulder in his way he can't get a clear target.
Maelut, opposite Boirin with the gnoll sandwiched between, attempts to fillet his opponent. While both knives cut into her, she is a tough and wiry target. She snarls, dropping her bow, and pulling out an orcish double-axe. Swinging it with frightening ease, she slams it into the angry chef, more than repaying the damage he'd done to her...
HP and Initiative:
Maelut takes 10pts damage, 1 nonlethal. Jace loses another hit point.
Boirin 5/25, +3 nonlethal
Gilgiga 4/19
Maelut 21/36 + 2 nonlethal
Jace -4/?, +2 nonlethal
Gnoll Injured/?
Burly Orc x/?
Orcs x/? (All down.)
[ooc: Rinse and repeat, attack vs. gnoll +4, going for sneak attack, total damage is 4d6]
[Fight defensively, +4/+4 on attack, AC 22 [+3 Dex, +1 natural, +1 armor, +1 proficiency, +1 defense, +2 Two-Weapon/Fight Defensively, +3 Tumble/Fight Defensively]
Gilgiga mutters moving into a postion to get a better shot. If he's got enough time he fires another arrow at +5.
HP and Initiative:
Jace loses another hit point.
Boirin 5/25, +3 nonlethal
Gilgiga 4/19
Maelut 21/36 + 2 nonlethal
Jace -5/?, +2 nonlethal
Gnoll x/?
Burly Orc x/?
Orcs x/? (All down.)
Gilgiga sees Jace's blodied body and swiftly moves over to see how he is.
"He's looking really bad, Mr. Maelut you aught to do something."
"Quickly, come help me stop the bleeding. I can't heal him any other way, but this should at least get him stable enough to return him to town."
[ooc: Force feed Jace a potion of cure light wounds]
HP:
Jace regains 6 hit points.
Boirin 5/25, +3 nonlethal
Gilgiga 4/19
Maelut 21/36 + 2 nonlethal
Jace 1/?
All told, the group finds little in the way of coinage -- a few pieces of copper and silver -- but stripping the half dozen corpses yields as many sets of studded leather armor. While most of them wielded falchions and javelins, the gnoll had several superior quality arrows in her quiver.
The potions and wand show as magical under Maelut's spell, but nothing else does. He judges the potions to be crafted with healing conjurations, while the wand is of a transmutative type.
Six sets of studded leather armor, orcish double-axe, greataxe, composite shortbow (Str. 16), 10 MW arrows, 2 potions, 1 wand
Turning his attention to the other items the gnoll had, Maelut makes a quick examination of them.
"There are some arrows here which look rather well made, and that armour looks like it could fit me with some minor modifications. The bow and double axe are both going to fetch a good price, and those falchions are pretty expensive too. Personally, I'd be happy with a couple sets of armour, a couple of the falchions and a wand. I don't think any of you could really use the wand, and I can probably make it work once I find out what it is. As for the rest of it, you guys pick out what you want and then lets head back."
So saying, Maelut gathers up the items and keeps an eye out for any further company.
Falchion (75 gp)
Falchion (75 gp)
Falchion (75 gp)
Falchion (75 gp)
Orc double axe (60 gp)
Greataxe (20 gp)
10 MW Arrows (60 gp)
Composite shortbow (+3 str) (300 gp)
Wand (? gp)
Healing Potion (? gp)
Healing Potion (? gp)
Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)
Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)
Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)
Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)
Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)
Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)
Total: 890 gp market value (445 gp street value)
Each: 222.5 gp market value (111.25 gp street value)
(I've taken 200 gp + Wand (which will cost 80 gp to identify))
Let me know if you want me to change what I took
"I have to donate 10% of my profits from adventuring to the guild so the armor is going to them. Um since I used a potion I'd like to get another to replace it and having an extra never hurt anyone. If people object then I'll take one and another suit of armor."
"This was made to kill, easy to see. I've not lifted a large sword for some time."
He twrils the blade about effortlessly
"It's easy to remeber how to kill, knowing when to not is always hard. I'll take this one, just in case I need to fight like this again.
I don't need much else, these arrow are truly well made, I'd like those and whatever else you would like to send my way.
We don't need much at the church."
"Judging by the tast in my mouth it was a potion that brought me back so abruptly...thanks Borin. It would have been pretty bad if the first thing I did here was die......Is there any orcs alive. Because I have met one whom would greatly wish to interogat one."
*Goes about searching if any are alive. If there are any he attempts to stabalize it and tie it up. After this he goes back to the loot and looks lovingly at the short bow.*
"If none wish to have this I would love to have it. I would also like to have a falchion and that double axe, and possibley one armor. But that is a bit much...if any have objections, I would listen....but I would like to sell it for whatever I can manage."
"The shortbow is very well made, and worth much more than the other equipment. Perhaps we could sell off the other items and split the money evenly between us?"
Hopefully this is alright for everyone. Bold/Italic are what I added in...I made it as fair as I could. If I missed anything/messed up, then please feel free to smack me around and fix it yourself. Great work everyone!
Maelut:
Falchion (75 gp)
Falchion (75 gp)
Wand (? gp)
Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)
Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)
(Total: 200 gp)
Boirin:
Healing Potion (? gp)
Healing Potion (? gp)
Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)
Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)
Greataxe (20 gp)
[i]Falchion (75 gp)[/i]
[i]Orc double axe (60 gp)[/i]
(Total: 205 gp)
Jace:
Composite shortbow (+3 str) (300 gp)
(Total: 300 gp)
Gilgiga:
Falchion (75 gp)
10 MW Arrows (60 gp)
[i]Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)[/i]
[i]Studded Leather Armour (25 gp)[/i]
(Total: 185 gp)
Total: 890 gp market value (445 gp street value)
Each: 222.5 gp market value (111.25 gp street value)
[Exit to Nobody's, great work everyone!]
Exit to The Church of Ordemetrix
"Thanks guys...hope to see you around."
to Weatherby Boarding House
.oO(I need to find a better way to train....once I am part of the SSAG I will train in there but as of now I don't want to spend the money. I had better get back it is starting to get dark.)
*Jace pick up his shirt and puts it back on and throws his his cloak overhisself to keep from getting even more wet. He moves back over to Weatherbys.*
After a few hours stops and removes his sack. He looks about and collects a few pieces of wood then settles down. He aranges the wood in a little log cabin then removes a tindertwig from his sack. He lights the little leaves and needles at the bottom of the fire and waits.
After the fire burns down enough he removes a small pot from the sack and a small cask. He empties the cask's contents into the pot and beguins to cook it.
As he waits for the soup to cook he listens and meditates on the enviroment. He sees the trees around him and hears the wind in the trees.
He removes the pot from the coals. It's hot in his hands, but not burning. He sits for a moment before taking a sip. Then slowly takes the first sip. Its hot has it slides down his throat. Chunks of potatos and mutton diced really small go down easy.
He thinks back to the moss on the trees about him, each of the trees are older then he'll ever be. He feels the antiquity of the wood itself. If they could impart what they've seen, what they know, their wisdom would be enormous. To the eldest trees even elves seem to wisk past in a matter of momnets. Gilgiga seems not to hear their words as much as feel them.
He takes another sip.
He hears a bird chirp far off in the distance. A light little melody. Mere music to the untrained ear. To the bird however it's a source of knowledge, a channel of gossop. Nothing happens here that they don't know about. The midless chatter of birds, squrrels, and mice. Gilgiga almost can understand them. Telling where predators are, where food is, where Gilgiga himself is.
He takes another sip.
The rustleing of the insects is all around him. Their numbers are overwhelming. Each one not quite it's own creature. Each one part of a larger hole. The ant, termite, and wasp, each doing its duty for the greater of the whole. Each one a small embodiement of perfect order.
He takes another sip.
Above him an eagle cries. Searching for prey, hunting. The eagle keeps his order at the top, along with the wolf, bear, lion, and wolverine. Hunters of the world, keeping the balance in check, protecting from the overpopulation of rats, deer, rabits, and in dire times Man. They all keep watch over the order of the cycle.
He takes another sip. And another. And another. He opens his mind further and further with each sip. Then he gets to the bottom of the pot, and thinks to himself.
"Ah, I understand the soup now."
He rises and colects his things then heads home long after sunset.
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*On the first stop Jace talks with Gilgiga*
[orcish]"Sorry about the way they were treating you. I have a big thing with people treating others wrongly. I get rather grouchy"[/orcish]
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[orcish]"It's not really a problem. The shall usually says more then the teeth"
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[orcish]Ok. I think the guy is just stupid...not really mean. He probebly was hurt by this Goblin. in one way or another. He seems scared, of anything that even resembles a gobliniod. including you. So he is taking a stand to look tough.[/orcish]
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Magal "Hey..wha you talkin in orc. You dont' 'ave secrits, frem us...we are yur empleyers. "
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"My friend taught me to speak orcish, and it is the language we speak with each other in. Get used to it. [orcish]See, he is trying to be tough. Sorry for the lie.[/orcish]
He has reason to fear me, I've killed men and children, raped women, burned homes, shown far less than no quarter.
Any smart man would fear me, I know I would..."
Adds to himself in his thoughts, "and I do."
"My friend goblins are related to you. The same way you are related to hobgoblins, and bug bears. They are, all related in a way. Now Orcs are far more powerful then goblins. You my friend did do those things. But you saw the wrong in it, and you took steps to change things. That is far more then any orc could do, they only see to kill and rap, and raze. You are not orc any longer, you have changed into something else, something better. You are of the mother so you do the justice of the world, you do not scare to ones less then you."
*Jace ends his talk with Gilgiga with a stern stare.*
"I am here as you friend. I do not wish to make you angry."
*He then goes to sleep. The next morning they set out, but the two employers try and take some more distance between Gilgiga and them.*
"Marize, Magal...how far away is this town?"
Gilgiga rises early and fades into the wood with his holy symbol. He sits down on a stump with the wooden scales and empties his mind.
In rushes all the sinsations and thoughts of the collective unconious of the wood. He listens hard to the song of the birds, and watter far off.
But allas he understands none of the speak.
A few minets latter he retuns to camp and scrouges up some breakfast.
OoC: And that will take us to a certain adventure thread.
Tyros had arrived to the site where he had prepared Duriel's "nest" a few minutes ago and had started looking for his little pet wolf. It was nowhere to be seen. Tyros crouches and starts looking for tracks that might lead to it. He finnaly finds some pawprints on the muddy ground going north of his position. He starts following them slowly, always looking for more specific clues of what Duriel might've been following, if it was following anything, that is. He finnally finds a small stream flowing gently through the forest's ground and a small fur ball in it, playing wildly with the water.
Duriel!
The cub looks at the ranger and barks with joy for seeing his friend. It runs to him quickly and starts licking his elven face as soon as it reaches it. Tyros rubs the wolf playfully behind its ears and on its torso, falling to the floor, laughing wildly as the wolf starts bitting his hands softly. After a while of playing and jumping and running around, Tyros decides that he should take a bath to take out the potent rodent odor that was still cling on to him. He undresses and jumps into the stream which was only deep enough to cover his knees. He layed there and bathed for a long time, relaxing his muscles for the next step of his day: the meeting with Lady Dyer.
.oO(She seemed nice enough. Her weasel was kind of strange for a normal animal, so I guess she was telling the truth about familiars. But Allerya isn't a familiar, and she's quite smart. Oh well, I guess I'll ask Lady Dyer afterwards.)
Tyros gets up and dresses his clothes and straps on his gear. He takes Duriel up in the air and smiles to him.
Wish me luck.
The wold barks and starts licking Tyros again playfully. Tyros puts Duriel down and starts waling back to the city, arriving at the gates shortly thereafter. He goes through the road that led him to the wizard's home the day before, successfully noticing it still led to the same place.
[to elsewhere]
I'll admit, I never really expected to see the city again as a free man... Hermy Sr. says in a quiet voice, as his gaze travels across his former, now future, home.
And thus ends the adventure "Family Matters"
Hermy looks at Minto. "Hey Minto, why don'ts you rides ahead an let's Volos knows wese back. An makes sure the boys aint burned nothin down. An tells Tiv about the other dogs."
"Kywyn, you shoulds go with him. Ise sure theres another son whose will be glad to see his dad in the city."
Minto nods and spurs Big Ivan forward riding towards the guild.
Hermy smiles at his dad again. "We'll takes our time goin backs so we cin savor the air an stuff likes that."
Hermy smiles at his dad again. "An I coulds use some money ta helps my dad get settled in his ne... old home."
Walking next to his dads mounts at a steady but relaxed pace, Hermy reaches up to grab his dads foot. "Yer really gunna likes it here."
"I'll meet up with you later," he gives a small wave to his travelling companions and heads off with Minto.
"Things working out, you think?" he asks the halfling bard when they are away from the others.
".oO(Well, this is stupid. Why would I get sent out of the city for this damn parcel. Westwaters isn't even my city.)
The walk home is cold and unhappy for the footsore theif, He smiles to the guards as he finally returns to the city.
"Does you think you coulds go takes the treasure an finds out how much them statues is worth?"
"Sure, Hermy."
Ran bows towards the halfling.
"I don't really require any reward though - and Minto's wardrobe might need it more than I do. But the statues are quite exquisite: I would like to find out if they're known and who they used to belong to, if that'd be possible. I'll ask Volos if he knows someone with extensive knowledge of art and antiques."
The elf turns to the elder Woodhome before taking the statues and leaving and bows again.
"It's been my privilege to meet you, master Woodhome. I hope you'll enjoy many days to come in Garic's with your son. I'm sure we'll meet again soon. Until then, my best wishes to you."
Kywyn nods, ready to get home.
"I'll meet up with you later," he gives a small wave to his travelling companions and heads off with Minto.
"Things working out, you think?" he asks the halfling bard when they are away from the others.
Minto nods. "It seems that way."
"But we won't know for sure until he's had time to settle down."
The elf turns to the elder Woodhome before taking the statues and leaving and bows again.
"It's been my privilege to meet you, master Woodhome. I hope you'll enjoy many days to come in Garic's with your son. I'm sure we'll meet again soon. Until then, my best wishes to you."
Hermy waves at the monk. "Thanks fer yer help Run. We'll probably sees you at the guild sometime soon."
He turns to his dad. "Are ya ready? Let's get home. Minto has probably tolds Volos wese back, so theres probably hot tea boilin fer you, an a fresh pie in the oven."
Hermy and his dad enter the gates of the city.
"Gosh, thats a big place i'nt it. I wonder what they'll have in there?"
Notices two people next to the gate. Very very large people.
"Good lord Thalos. He's twice as big as me i'nt he. Hope he doesn't bite."
Strolls up to the front gate. "How do you two do?"
Guard: Looks up. "Eh? Oh. 'lo little man. D'ya need anythin'?"
Treetrip: "Well, no, I guess not. Oh! Are there houses for sale here?"
Guard: "Wot? At a guard's post? Not likely, 'cept I seem to be livin' here. You know I haven't had another position in two months. I'm always 'ere. Never patrolin', never guardin' the cells, never out an' aboutin' always always...
Second Guard: "God you talk alot Javis. You're going to talk the little man's face off."
First Guard: "Yeah well, you know." blushes "I don't get out much."
Second Guard: "Well, now we all know don't we. Look wee man. Head on through, I'm sure theres lots of places up for grabs. And of course if you don't have the shineys for it theres the, oh hell. Whats it called Javis?"
First Guard: "Nobody's Inn, right Migrin? That's where I usually put up back when I was younger. You know, a wee lad an'..."
Second Guard: "Nobody's Inn wee man. I'd head myself off there. Course theres the Last Lich..."
Treetrip: "Theres a lich here!"
Second Guard: "Aye, the last one. And he's opened himself an in!" Bursts into laughing.
Treetrip: "An Inn! He's opened an INN!"
Second Guard: Recomposes himself. "Ahh wee one. No, just the name of the Inn. Last Lich Inn. Its a little pricier, but nicer too. Named that for some such reason or another."
First Guard: "Jeez Migrin, you're just as bad as me."
Treetrip: "I don't really mind. This sounds like a pretty neat place."
Second Guard: "Oh aye, it is. Well, get on through wee man. And watch yer head round abouts, I like ya, so don't get in much trouble."
Treetrip keeps walking down the road towards the center of the city.
"why am I here?"
Her voice is little above a whisper but the boy hears her nonetheless, leaping to his feet, a knife flickering into his shaking hand. [Elven]"Who's there!?[/Elven] wd'ya want?" His sister looks up, surprise written across her face even as she draws a sling. [E]"What is it, Leuthil?"[/E]
Fern stands quietly in the shadow for a second, before answering, [E]"I don't know anymore..." taking out what is left of her loaf of bread and tossing it between the two she slips away.
.oO(Perhaps...)
"Aa’ lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha, hini."
.oO(May you find your path.)
She turns and heads towards the wall. When she reaches it she turns and walks eastward along it until she reaches the river.
.oO(Kyrian... why do I feel like I'm floating?)
[translation: May the leaves of your life tree never turn brown, children.]
"then again, I doubt it will really make a difference for me"
.oO(Listen to yourself, fool. Next thing you know you'll be running a charity and paying protection money to the Strikers.)
She gets up from the bank and slips back through shantytown and into the city. [Hide and MS +11]
Now if you happened to be a regular visitor to the Silver Sword Adventurers' Guild, you'd say that he bore at least a passing resemblance to one of its regulars, that dwarf who worked the forge all the time. Well, there are differences too, if you have the sort of eye that can tell one dwarf from another without such cues as hair color, beard length, and how many limbs the dwarves in question each have.
For one thing, this wanderer is a bit older than the Guild's Aramil -- a very hard thing to detect in dwarves, it's true, especially when the age difference is hardly more than a decade or two. Aramil's tendency to push himself for long hours doesn't make it any easier, since the fatigue sometimes makes him seem older than he is.
Then there is the other dwarf's general demeanour and bearing, suggesting a more contemplative life. It's not that he's neglected his martial studies -- his armor and the hammer at his side can attest to that almost as well as the muscles on his arms. (Even if those muscles aren't so impressive as the ones Aramil sports. No, you wouldn't necessarily want to enter a fist fight with this fellow either.)
And then there's the way he doesn't hesitate when he encounters a rag-clad gnome up on the road ahead of him.
"Hello, my good dwarf!" shouts the gnome, raising a hand in greeting.
"Good day to ye as well," says the dwarf, bowing quickly in reply.
"Would you be able to help me?" asks the gnome. "I'm looking for one of your kinfolk and wonder if you might know of him. His name is Aramil Dunskar."
"Well, that's an interesting coincidence," says the dwarf, "for I am Oskar Dunskar, his brother, and I was just on me way to visit him."
"His brother, you say," says the gnome.
"Aye," says the Dunskar, bowing once more to acknowledge the relation.
"That is a fortuitous coincidence indeed," says the gnome. "As it happens, I too had a brother..."
"Had?" says Oskar, picking up on the past tense.
"Yes, had," says the gnome, "until your brother killed him."
"Eh?" says Oskar, subtly moving his hand toward the hammer at his belt. "I can't see Aramil killing a gnome without just cause. He was brought up better than that."
"Who said anything about gnomes?" the other says, his face breaking into a vicious snarl.
Oskar's eyebrows rise in alarm as the gnome's body stretches and grows to unnaturally broad proportions, his nose widening into a broad snout. Dark fur spreads over the creature -- gnome no longer -- until it resembles a badger that walks on two legs.
But what a badger it would have to be to stand as tall as a dwarf!
Oskar draws his hammer and takes a step back, but the monster is quickly upon him, knocking them both to the ground. They wrestle, each struggling for dominance in a series of roars and grunts, but while Oskar is strong, it quickly becomes apparent that this beast is significantly stronger.
The dwarf tries every trick he knows to get free, but the badger-gnome's grip on his is relentless; even as they roll off the path into nearby undergrowth, his grip never loosens. For a time, the only sign of struggle is in the rustling of brush and tall grass.
Then the struggle ceases.
Several minutes later, the gnome steps back out onto the road.
"Thanks for your help, friend Oskar," he says, before chanting a few unfamiliar words.
As the chant reaches its completion, the gnome changes form once more, with a result that is less hideous in appearance but more disturbing in application, for where there was a gnome there now stands a dwarf -- a dwarf that bears more than a passing resemblance to the fellow who works the smithy at the Silver Sword Adventurer's Guild.
The dwarf (or gnome) bows toward the bushes.
"I'd stay longer, but... family calls, ye understand," he says, and sets off once more for Garic's City.
"Well that was curious," growls a deep voice, though a witness to the previous event would be hard-pressed to determine from where it came, "and mildly entertaining, but not very helpful. I know he's hiding around here somewhere... just shout if you see something, will you?
"Or scream... screaming's always good..."
"Ahhhhh.... its nice to get some fresh air once in a while, but not to often..... don't want ter becommin like dem elves..... now on ter huntin."
*Aramil unslings his bow from his back and knocks and arrow, then he goes into the woods near the road and tries his best to be quiet while he is hunting, though with his armor it isn't proving to great. None the less he tries his hardest to try and get something to bring back to Ham to cook.
.oO(I pray to whoever is up there that my dream wasn't real......)
*Aramil doens't want to leave the spot but he forces his feet to continue to move and keep quiet while he is huntin, and just incase he runs into the gnome thingy.
.oO(Well is that ironic, I finished the chain shirt but forgot to deliver it ter her.... what kinda dwarf am I?)
*Aramil shakes his head then makes his way quickly out of the forest and back to the SSAG. After some time of walking he makes his way back to the gates and after talking with the guards he is let back into the city. Then he makes his way back to the SSAG rather quickly.
Trying to rise to his feet, Maelut realizes the big, furry, and warm thing he has been lying against is in fact a demon of a boar, bigger than any Maelut has ever seen back home. It seems alive barely, but unconscious.
The ground beneath the young Spiceslinger’s feet starts to vibrate at regular intervals, and a shadow blocks out the light from the lamp and the window. Maelut revolves quickly to see a giant man (logically the right size for this house) carrying a tub of equally disproportionately big vegetables of different colors. The titan looks well groomed with an aristocratic air about him, even as he rolls up his white sleeves to start peeling the recently washed produce. He must stand at least twenty feet tall, Maelut estimates, but otherwise appears human enough. The giant’s blonde hair is tied back in a polite ponytail with a blue ribbon, which compliments his powder blue pantaloons.
In the distance, that seems like a gaping valley from the ledge upon which Maelut’s cage sits, the giant has his dark metal stove and oven stoked and a larger open fire pit of stone going strong with a cauldron beginning to bubble.
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[OoC: Maelut, you can interact if you want. You got no gear though.][/color]
Taking hold of the criss-crossed bars, using them for handholds and footholds when possible, Maelut begins climbing up to the top of the door to reach the deadbolt.
Outside the box, the giant whistles to himself as he stands to place another handful of carrots on the table.
Maelut looks around the cage, looking for anything that he can use.
.o0(The boar. It's in the same situation I am...and I used to be pretty good at taking care of the animals at home, and Big Kitty seems to like me alright. I wonder if I could get the boar to bust the cage door. It'll need to get up and moving first, though. On the other hand, though...it's bloody huge. Maybe I don't need it quite yet.)
Maelut looks over the door again.
.o0(Maybe I can get the pins out of these hinges...that could do the trick nicely.)
Climbing across, the cook (and future morsel) tries the pins on the door, hoping to pry them loose.
Maelut moves over to the boar and cures it of some of it's wounds. He quickly scampers up onto the bars above the door, holding his grip there, out of reach of the beast.
.o0(Maybe the boar will be able to break through the door...it looks pretty strong.)
The only living thing nearby, of course, is Maelut, and the boar snorts and stamps its hoofs.
Clutching onto the bars, Maelut looks with terror at the enormous beast staring him down.
Almost in slow motion, the cage appears to stand on its edge. Maleut feels he could stay where he is and cause the cage to tumble off the counter, or he could jump back to the floor to try to return the cage to a standing position. It looks to be more that a ten foot drop to the floor below.
At about this time, the huge man turns to see what's causing the racket.
In a giant leap, Maelut jumps onto the floor of the cage as it tumbles off the counter.
The well-crafted deadbolt holds. The grid of bars, conversely, is mangled enough to create bigger gaps in between. Perhaps even large enough for a thin man to slip past.
"Good heavens," comes the giant's flighty voice from high above, "What happened?"
As the earth rumbles, Maelut sees the well-dressed colossus is walking over and looking down at the cage.
Maelut frantically looks around the room, desperately trying to find the nearest exit which won't take him upstairs to the other voice. He pants heavily as he stays motionless for a moment, and as soon as he settles on an exit, dashes towards it at full speed, hoping to evade the giant's grasp.
The whole giant house has an aura of unreality to it, as if Maelut must look through a haze to see where he is going.
"Come on now," the giant booms, lumbering nearer.
He speaks to Maleut the way one would to a piece of livestock, not really speaking to the human, more at him.
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.o0(Blasted...no pork rind! Of all things to be missing...in a kitchen no less.)
Quickly, Maelut grabs at a nearby piece of burning wood small enough for him to use. He darts towards the giant, trying to light its pants on fire so that he can escape.
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There is a sliver that Maelut manages to reach out of the stone oven. When Maelut tries to advance on the titan, the huge being swats the smaller cook away, back in the direction of the cage. Maelut's makeshift torch goes out in the process. The wind is also driven from his lungs for a moment at the force of even that grazing blow.
"What is going on with this one?" the giant asks himself, "Can't you be a good boy like the others? Gra-efs..fs..eops!"
The haziness of the situation grows in Maelut's head. For some reason, the giant's speech no longer makes sense. Perhaps he has switched to his native tongue.
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.o0(This all seems so strange...what is the deal with this. Maybe none of it's real...some wizard could be messing with my head.)
The cook rolls off his back, and runs back to the fire, trying to get another piece of wood before sprinting into the dining room.
.o0(If I can't light the giant...then maybe the rug.)
"Tor'a bla!" the giant says to Maelut, "Freop, go yiles."
The giant slings Maelut's body on the counter top with an impact that shocks Maelut's senses again. His captor quickly grabs some giant-sized twine and ties Maelut's feet and wrists together before the cook can struggle away.
Once the giant sighs and comes closer, Maelut tries his feral, last-ditch attack. With all the desperation of a cornered animal, the Spicesligner bites at the giant's ankle and finds a surprising sharpness to his teeth as he does so. Shockingly, as Maelut coils around the giant's feet, the man sees his limbs no longer look all that man-like. Beyond the cuffs of his shirt, his sees rounded hoofs. And a similar sight greets him when he glances at his feet.
However, none of that seems to matter. He is biting and gnawing for his life. Maelut somehow realizes that his face is no longer his, but more resembles the boar he was caged with.
The giant's boot protects him from most of the attack, though he still cries out in pain.
Bit by bit it dawns on Maelut that he is not what he thinks he is. He is a pig who simply dreamed it was a man.
The giant slams his fist into Maelut's rounded head. When Maelut opens his mouth, only snorting noises escape.
"Ra'bort!" the giant curses as he picks up the second boar again.
Mercifully, the scene stops being coherent for Maelut as the smell of spices and the heat of boiling water are the last things he can recall.
The guard at the gate, Gerald looks at the man to deceide wether to let him in or not. "And who are you? And where did you get that bow? It doesn't look like something someone like you would have, It's too clean for one thing."
"My names none of yer buisness and neither is where I got my bow."
"When did the city become closed to an honest woodsman eh? Back in my day, the city guard knew their..."
"Yeah, yeah, up hill both ways. I've heard it before."
"You aren't planning on using that bow in the city are you?"
"Of course I am. Ya can't enter an archery contest with out a bow then can you boy? Now are you letting me in or not?"
"If not theres a decent Inn down in Brannons Run that doesn't seem scared of old men, but I'm going to need to get a start on getting there now before I lose my buzz."
The gate guard sighs, and lets the old man pass. "Behave yourself. Don't make me regret letting you in."
As he staggers off, the old man gives a gesture to the guard. "I'll do no such thing."
.oO(mmm. which way should I go. why not just the most wild looking part.)
*Jace then begins walking into the most wild and dense part of the forest.*
.oO(I wonder what this guys story is.)
"Could you tell me a bit about yourself kia...only if you don't mind."
There's nothing to tell you.
The two walk in silence as they move deeper into the forest, finally breaking the quiet, he looks towards his companion.
What is it were hunting?
"Things that go bump in the night."
.oO(I wonder if this guy was always like this. Dark and broody. I always thought elves were closer to nature....not apt to wereing steel skulls over their faces.)
*Draws out his bow and a arrow. He sets the arrow on the arrow shelf and slides the nock into place. He keeps a eye and a ear out for trouble.*
[Listen +6, Spot +6]
With silence broken only by the occasional bird call, they hear a cry for help.
"Did you hear that?"
*Jace sheads his excess weight, (He has his two swords, Javalins, shortbow, and 18 arrows, armor, shield, and rope, 58lbs) he then moves off towards the sound with as much silence he can manage coming threw the woods. Avoiding the twigs.*
.oO(Wish I could move quieter in this stuff.)
I'm not a hero...my blades are just thirtsy... Kai quietly says to himself.
.oO( That's right...just thirsty...I must be cold as ice, thats the only way.)
He then slowly draws his longsword.
[Move Silently +13]
.oO(Well at least this guy isn’t so cold that he won’t help somebody in need.)
As they go, a narrow path becomes evident, and the intermittent cries for help are easier to hear. It sounds like a man's voice, calling out in Common:
"Help me! Someone, help me!"
Who's in front?
.oO(Is this person yelling with strenth in their voice or do they sound hurt and weak? What is the sort of emotion that is in the voice?
Kai sees one in the underbrush some thirty feet away, and Jace sees two. One is twenty feet away, and the other behind it another ten feet. About twenty feet from where they left the path, the path apparently opens into a clearing. The cries for help come from that direction.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 31/31
- 21 Eyes
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Eyes
- 3 Eyes
[Hide +13, Move Silently +13, Listen +6, Spot +6]
ooc:sorry for all the checks.
Jace, twigs crunching underfoot, and a branch bouncing off his shoulder, moves closer to the clearing, staying out of sword's reach of the nearer hidden presence. He sees a 25' clearing, with a pit in the center. The cries for help are coming from the pit.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 31/31
- 21 Eyes
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Eyes
- 3 Eyes
Jace, as far as I could tell you were not moving to engage the hidden guy in melee...
*(This is a bluff)Jace looks at the clearing, and frowns. He moves, making sure he makes noise, to gain a better angle and he advances more. (This is what he is really doing)Looking out of the corner of his eye he moves to position the hidden assailants, once he gets a good look at whatever is hiding, he (If Hostile) attacks, (If unknown) continues on keeping up his bluff, or (If Friendly.....yea right friendly Ha!!!!) He keeps on gaurd and hails the person hiding*
Blarg that sounds like a bad roll......what I would guess less then 5.......your ever so friendly dice have struck again. This situation kinda makes me thing of that game where you hit the moles or alligators that stick their heads out with a hammer....and every so often you get a friendly thing like a cute little rabbit and you almost cream them with your hammer which kills your points.....so yea
.oO( Too loud human...lets just hope you have their attention now.)
Jace edges to his right, hearing a barking sound somewhere behind him, moving seven or so feet until he reaches the first of the two hidden creatures. The reptilian thing seems ready for him, and thrusts a spear at his belly. Jace dodges it easily, but it parries his sword while barking loudly.
As Jace is occupied with the barking thing, another one rushes through the clearing and takes up position behind him. He swings at it as it goes behind him, but doesn't connect.
The hidden opponent that Kai was stalking runs up in response to its companion's bark for help, thrusting its spear at Kai, barking, and drawing blood.
A dry rattling presages the arrival of armored skeletons, possibly the remnants of the same type of creatures that Kai and Jace are currently fighting.
One moves to striking distance of Kai, with another just out of striking range on the other side of the skeleton and kobold. The third skeleton moves to engage Jace.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Eyes
- 20 Skeleton on Jace
- 18 Skeleton just out of range of Kai
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Eyes
- 3 Eyes
Kai takes 2 hp damage and 1hp n-l damage. Jace is sandwiched between his two opponents.
*With a grunt Jace dives forward to the left of the lizard that he was attacked by, hops up and brings his blade around with both hands, sweeping at the lizards side.*
apply dodge to the lizard dude that Jace is trying to hit.....
Edit: Well with the new dodge modifications Jace can dodge both lizardmen.
[Spring Attack, Tumble +14]
[OOC: I'm not sure if there are any enemies in Kai's course, if so then he will tumble past them. At the same time, he will try to keep himself from being flanked.]
Jace, with enemies before, behind, and to the side, is jabbed by a spear. The rattling skeleton menaces him unsuccessfully, and Jace hops away from it and the kobold behind him. He swings at his target, but misses.
Kai's two skeleton follow him doggedly, but he twists away from their attacks.
The last barking lizard follows Jace, jabbing at him again, but does not hit.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Eyes
- 20 Skeleton on Jace
- 18 Skeleton just out of range of Kai
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Eyes
Jace takes a total of 4hp damage and 2hp nonlethal.
[mixture of orcish and dwarven]"I would kick you if I thought it wouldn't hurt my foot, you little slippery dung pile"[/]
Hold out a little longer, I need to take care of these two first. The elf shouts as he returns his attention to the skeletons before him.
With a jump the elf realizes his concern for Jace and curses himself. With anger boiling up, he quickly draws the short swort and begins his onslaught.
.oO( You weak pathetic FOOL!!)
[Longsword +5 (1D8+2), Shotsword +5 (1D6+2) -1 Dam]
The critter in front of Jace, and the skeleton next to it, threaten with their spears, missing him. The two skeletons attacking Kai likewise hit only air with their attacks.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Eyes in front of Jace
- 20 Skeleton on Jace
- 18 Skeleton attacking Kai
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai (damaged)
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Eyes behind Jace
Jace's turn.
.oO(Well that must take a fair amount of talant....help...I don't need help.)
"Don't worry about me....these little buggerss can't hit the broad side of a barn. I'm just getting bad luck or they are having good luck....but nothing to fret about."
*Glares the kolbold in the eye and tries to take it's head off.*
Kai's swords reverberate with a soft 'boinging' sound as they bounce off his skeletal opponnents. He doesn't see anything that might lend itself to use as a club without breaking.
The skeletons continue to press their attacks, but without effect.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Dead
- 20 Skeleton on Jace
- 18 Skeleton attacking Kai
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai (damaged)
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Eyes behind Jace
In the diagram, P=pit, S=skeleton, X=dead kobold, K on the left is Kai, K on the right is a kobold. J=Jace
*Jace takes his momentum from his swing and wirls to his right and attacks the other yipping creature.*
[orc]Run away puny lizard before I make a meal of you.[/]
Dodge to remaining closest two creatures, the kolbold and skeleton.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Dead
- 20 Skeleton on Jace
- 18 Skeleton attacking Kai
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai (damaged)
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Dead
In the diagram, P=pit, S=skeleton, X=dead kobold, K on the left is Kai, K on the right is a kobold. J=Jace
.oO( I'll have to sharpen these when I get back.)
A yapping noise begins to emanate from just beyond the clearing. It sounds like more of the kobolds are approaching, though Jace thinks they sound oddly rhythmic in their yapping. The skeletons continue their relentless, and fruitless, attacks.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Dead
- 20 Skeleton on Jace
- 18 Skeleton attacking Kai (damaged)
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai (damaged)
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Dead
In the diagram, P=pit, S=skeleton, X=dead kobold, K on the left is Kai, K on the right is a kobold. J=Jace
What was it we were hunting again...
Kai hits only once, and with no effect. The skeletons continue attacking, unable to even hit the men.
As the skeletons are attacking, the grasses, vines, bushes and tree branches seem to elongate and become sinuous... and predatory. They reach out, grasping at Kai, Jace, and even the skeletons. A vine snakes around one of the dead kobolds, then discards it and moves on. With constant, twitching, vigilance, the two men manage to avoid the worst of the vegetative onslaught, but they are seriously hampered in their ability to move about. The skeletons are essentially immobilized.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Dead
- 20 Skeleton on Jace (damaged)
- 18 Skeleton attacking Kai (damaged)
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai (damaged)
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Dead
In the diagram, P=pit, S=skeleton, X=dead kobold, K on the left is Kai, K on the right is a kobold. J=Jace
.oO(There must be something magical going on. Maybe if I kill the caster the spell will stop.)
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Dead
- 20 Skeleton on Jace (damaged)
- 18 Skeleton attacking Kai (damaged)
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai (damaged)
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Dead
In the diagram, P=pit, S=skeleton, X=dead kobold, K on the left is Kai, K on the right is a kobold. J=Jace
.oO( This is taking longer then expected.)
Two arrows shoot out from beyond the pit, one of them striking Jace. Jace notices a small figure ducking behind the large tree on the far side of the clearing.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Dead
- 20 Skeleton on Jace (damaged)
- 18 Skeleton attacking Kai (damaged)
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai (damaged)
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Dead
In the diagram, P=pit, S=skeleton, X=dead kobold, K on the left is Kai, K on the right is a kobold. J=Jace
Jace takes 2hp damage and 1hp nonlethal.
"We will get you out fo there in a minute!!!!"
.oO(Poor bugger.)
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Dead
- 20 Sniper
- 20 Skeleton on Jace (damaged)
- 18 Skeleton attacking Kai (damaged)
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai (damaged)
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Dead
In the diagram, P=pit, S=skeleton, X=dead kobold, K on the left is Kai, K on the right is a kobold. J=Jace
Jace & Kai are still Entangled.
[Spring Attack, Tumble +14]
The small person pops out from behind the tree, fires an arrow into Jace's arm, and turns and flees. A stone whizzes past Jace from behind, evidently from the skeleton he'd been fighting.
Jace struggles through the last five feet of the entanglement, discovering that it ends at the foot of the big oak the sniper had been using as cover. The little man is nowhere in sight.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Dead
- 20 Sniper
- 20 Skeleton on Jace (damaged)
- 18 Skeleton attacking Kai (damaged)
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai (damaged)
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Dead
In the diagram, P=pit, S=skeleton, X=dead kobold, K on the left is Kai, K on the right is a kobold. J=Jace
Kai & Jace made their saves to avoid being immobilized by the Entangle effect, but they are still at half-speed. The three skeletons are immobilized.
Jace takes 1hp damage and 1hp nonlethal.
[Spring Attack]
The unnatural yipping is over, having lasted only seconds, and Jace cannot imagine where it came from, exactly, other than 'somewhere around here.'
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Dead
- 20 Sniper
- 20 Skeleton on Jace (damaged)
- 18 Skeleton attacking Kai (damaged)
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton on Kai (damaged)
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Dead
In the diagram, P=pit, S=skeleton, X=dead kobold, K on the left is Kai, K on the right is a kobold. J=Jace
Kai & Jace made their saves to avoid being immobilized by the Entangle effect, but they are still at half-speed. The three skeletons are immobilized.
Jace takes 1hp damage and 1hp nonlethal.
"We need to find a better weapon for the skeletons."
The elf moves towards the pit while watching the skeletons ahead. As Kai reaches the pit, he kneels down and stabs the swords into the dirt. After retrieving the rope from his pack, he lowers down one end and awaits the man to climb up.
"W-what about th-the gnome?"
He grabs the rope and starts climbing.
*Jace picks up a rock the size of his fist and unceremoniously hurls it at the closest entangled skeleton.*
Improvised weapon.
Tiny
probably 1d2 or 1 I am looking more at a d2.
range increment 10 ft
crit x2.
(-4 attack for non proficiency.)
I think that is it.
Your call human...stay in the pit or come up.
The peasant climbs from the pit, puffing and grunting, to lie on the ground gasping for breath. The still-active grasses wrap around him.
Initiative & HP:
- 24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
- 21 Dead
- 20 Sniper (gone)
- 20 Skeleton (damaged)
- 18 Skeleton (damaged)
- 10 Dead Kobold
- 10 Skeleton (damaged)
- 7 Jace ??/??
- 6 Dead Kobold
- 3 Dead
In the diagram, P=pit, S=skeleton, X=dead kobold, K=Kai, J=Jace
This is pathetic...
The twining grasses retreat as suddenly as they had attacked one minute ago, and the remaining skeleton rushes towards Jace. The peasant screams, scrambling to escape.
The skeleton, reaching Jace, thrusts its spear at him, missing by only the narrowest of margins.
Initiative & HP:
24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
20 Skeleton (damaged)
7 Jace ??/??
He's going to get himself killed. Kai say coldly after the stones leave his hands.
The skeleton, relentless, stabs its spear deep into Jace's side, twisting and pulling it back out again.
Jace fights down the shock, and batters the monstrosity again with his shield, watching the thing crumble into a pile of disjointed bones.
Initiative & HP:
24 Kai 29/31 +1 nonlethal
20 Skeleton (dead)
7 Jace ??/??
Jace takes 4hp damage and 1hp nonlethal.
While Jace bandages his wounds, and curses his lack of skill therein, Kai collects the valuables from the dead. The skeletons carried nothing of note, but the kobolds seem to have been well-paid.
Kai finds a small, locked, wooden crate that they were using as a table for a dice game, and between the kitty and their pouches collects 40gp, 136sp, 440cp, and four copper armbands. Each armband is engraved with an animalistic skull and some rose-like flowers, in a sort of 'badge' arrangement.
Make anything of that?
After throwing the armband, Kai then looks down at the locked crate. He reaches over the shattered remains of a skeleton and grabs hold of one of the stones that were used to destroy the pest. Finally, he starts to violently strike at the lock.
Atleast those Kobolds had taste... The elf nods at the badge in Jace's hand, then returns to striking the lock.
[OOC: I assume that it's a padlock. If not, then I will edit.[/i]
This is strange.
.oO(I wish Gamis could have come with me... But I'm a grown woman, a respected mage in my own right, I should be able to handle this on my own. But how? 'Hello Master and Mistress Warrich. You're probably wondering why you haven't heard from your daughter lately...' Heh. That'd go over like a basket of fewmets!)
She sighs and scritches Ixchal's ruff, occasionally encouraging her horse to keep a steady pace. At midday she stops for a bit of lunch, and to rest her horse. Ixchal scampers around, examining mouse-runs, and finding some fresh meat for her own lunch. Mirielle chuckles at her familiar's smug triumph, and re-tightens the horse's girth.
Come on, Ix, time to go.
They resume their journey, sighting Westwaters just before full dark.
Ugh, I'm not doing this tonight. Tonight, I'm getting us a room at the inn, and a hot meal and bath. We'll bait the ogre in the morning...
[speak with master]I thought we going to see people? What is ogre?[/swm]
Chuckling, she guides the horse towards the inn.
[speak with familiar]It's just a phrase, Ix. I meant we'll talk to the people in the morning. Ah, there's the inn. [/swf]
Mirielle dismounts, setting Ixchal on the ground, and takes her baggage from the horse. Dismissing the animal, she finds a very dismayed stableboy on the other side, just reaching for the vanished bridle.
:embarass:
Oh! I'm sorry! Er, here...
She gives the boy a silver piece, and hurries inside the inn.
.oO(Brilliant... Ah, that looks like the innkeeper.)
Good evening. I require a room, hot bath, and dinner.
"Certainly, m'lady..." The innkeeper glances behind Mirielle, "Erm, for how many?"
For myself, and my familiar. She prefers her meat raw, thank you. Mirielle makes a slight gesture towards Ixchal.
"Familiar... Ah, I see, certainly, Mage...?"
Dame Dyer of the Hightower. My room, please?
The innkeeper, somewhat flustered, shows Miri to a spacious windowed room, and assures her that the bath and meal are forthcoming. She stops him as he prepares to leave, One more thing, please. If you would send a messenger to Master and Mistress Warrich, informing them that I will be calling on them in the morning.
"Yes... milady, yes, of course."
.oO(They'll be the talk of the town, now... Well, I'm a mage, not a diplomat.)
Mirielle spends a quiet evening, going to bed early and rising, as usual, with the dawn.
Oh, Agathalos, guide me in my endeavours, she prays fervently.
Alright, Ixchal, breakfast first.
She goes down the stairs, two hours past dawn, and eats her breakfast with the harp, still wrapped in its canvas covering, on the table next to her. As she finishes the meal, a man sitting near the door leaves hurriedly. Ixchal watches him go, while Mirielle remains focused on spearing the last bit of sausage.
She places coins on the table, rises, and picks up the bundle. As she walks to the door, wrapped in her thoughts, Ixchal bounces along at her feet.
"Isn't it odd that these things....had matching armbands, because they were obviously a little disorganized."
*Walks over to the chest with the vials in it.*
"I agree, this is rather odd. There is somehting bigger then what we have seen yet. I belive this gnome that the ex-captive mentioned is a big part of it. We should be absolutly certain that there is nothing here before we leave.....In my opinion."
*After reminding his self of the pesent Jace casts about and when he finds the human calms him down.*
"Where do you come from friend?"
*Hands the pesent some water and a little food from his rations.*
"Speak...You are in kind hands."
Were you supposed to be bait for anyone inparticular?
Without listening to his answer, Kai then turns away.
Let's move. I prefer not to stick around and wait for another ambush.
"The gnome, he's in charge, but I dunno more'n that, he talked that yappy stuff with the lizard guys. He spoke Common t'me, but only ta threaten, and give orders... like 'get in the pit an' holler fer help.'
Um... I don't think they live here, looked like they were just camping to me."
He looks up at Kai, nervously. "Er... I don't think so. I think they were just gathering money and goods. After they got our cabbage shipment, the gnome left for a while and then came back with another one of them creepy skeletons."
.oO(I don't think I will go on another trip with this guy....without other companionship. Don't want to not wake up in the morning.)
"I don't like leaving whatever creatures these are here so be possible made into more skeletons. The bones have to come from some where I would think that this Gnome or a companion of its must make these things because they are not natural."
.oO(What about a ambush of our own.)
"If I were to stay and wait for whatever got away to come back and make some more skeletons, I could possibly get the rest of the raiders. They would not really expect one of us to stay behind, and I am sure they are not used to being ambushed. They will think that us being do-gooders would take the peasant back to safety first."
*Gives Kai a cold stare of his own.*
"If you brought him back to were we heard the calls for help and have him wait there then I could stay behind and wait. Kia then could walk backwards back to here so it would look like all three of us left. When they show up for the bodies then we have them....It makes sense to me."
*Hands the present a spear for protection*
"What is your name and what do you think of this."
She turns her head and looks at the city gates her thoughts running wild in her head
.oO(I wonder what everyone has been up to...Tynk seems well satisfied that he now has the little sparkler for his companion...maybe he will be less inclined to get himself in trouble)
She smirks slightly to herself and looks to the branch above her, the white owl sits at his perch and hoots softly back to her
What do you say old friend? Shall we see what city has to offer us today?
He hoots softly back and preens his feathers as she gathers her atchel and bow, crossing them over her shoulder, then heads towards the city gates.
She nods her head at the guardians at the gate and enters the city streets
To Elsewhere
.oO(No, you've cried over Ashina before, already. Let it go. You have to be strong now, for her parents.)
She pauses for a heartbeat as she reaches the somewhat ostentatious house, then continues up to the door, face impassive. The metal of the door knocker has barely fallen from her fingers before the door swings open, a servant bowing deeply.
"Dame Dyer, you've been expected. Please, enter..."
Her left eyebrow twitches, she nods, and enters the house. Ixchal balances on her shoulders and chitters softly, [swm]Same man was watching you eat, at inn.[/swm]
.oO(Oh indeed? Interesting.)
Shown to a parlour, Mirielle nods to the servant as he asks her to wait, and bows himself out.
.oO(So, they're going to try to intimidate me by making me wait? Hm.)
She looks at the furniture, sees a dark leather wingback chair, and smiles. Turning it slightly she subtly arranges it so that she will have a somewhat dominant position in the room, then sits fully in the chair, forcing herself to a relaxed position.
Whatever you think right...
*Jace moves and hides his self in the underbrush so he is in a position that he may see his surroundings, and waits.*
"Good luck to you."
Kai leads the pesent through the trees, far from the clearing back to the spot where they heard the cries. Crouching down he looks around for a good spot to hide the human.
I have a feeling we'll be waiting for a long time... He says quietly to himself. This sounds like dumb plan.
After realizing that he spoken his thoughts aloud, Kai shoots the pesent a dark frown. After a moment he returns to looking for a decent spot.
"Your buddy got stabbed pretty badly, from the looks of it, already..."
The elf finally locates an area heavily populated by brush.
This is his little adventure...I'm just tagging along to pass some time. He says blandly. If he wishes to get himself killed, then that's his problem.
Kai points to the underbrush and nods.
Hide in the bushes and don't move. This will probably take a awhile. Afterwards, we'll take you back home.
Finally, he lifts himself from the crouching position and quietly makes his way back while attempting to hide his tracks.
Take a nap or something...
.oO(Now come to me.)
*Twists his grip on the bow, and makes a little smirk.*
What about the human... He says just loud enough for Jace to hear.
[OOC: Sorry for the edit. Can Kai tell what direction the howl came from? If so, where?]
"Point made."
*Gatheres up equipment and starts quickly toward where they left the peasant.*
.ooc:What direction is the peasent in?
"P-please, get me out of here!"
*Jace hands the peasant food water, and his cloak, and leads him off in the direction of his village, and begins eating the rest his self*
.oO(Better get this guys mind off his fear.)
"Tell me about your self and your village, any wife or children?"
ooc:Scher I think I have used a full ration now. He ate before he left and he has given two servings to the peasant and he ate another.
I take it you know the way to his village...
The farmer sticks close to Jace and Kai, nervously scanning the area.
Kai, you and Jace are going back to the city for now.
Kai taps the hilt of his longsword as he awaits an answer. After moments of silence he calls halt.
I say we return to Garic's...neither you or this one are in any condition to be traveling to a destination we know not.
Once the pesent nods his head in agreement, the elf then turns and starts to walk back up the trail towards the city.
[Elsewhere]
"So how far is your viliage from Garics?"
You don't think those wolves are still out there, do you? They gave me chills with their howling, yesterday!"
The peasant looks around nervously again.
"Grab an axe and start splitting that. I want a warm fire within an hour."
"Oh, and do it with just your right arm."
Blackstar rolls the keg into his shack and shuts the door.
"We should arrive some time tomorrow midday."
.oO(Hope thats right.)
*Tensek nods and whistles for Kiara as he moves to get his bow and a quiver of arrows.*
"You only need two arrows."
"Three if you aren't going to share with your mutt."
(Survival +11, Spot +11, Listen +11)
He takes the socks away from the fire and puts them on his feet.
"Don't just stand there, start cooking."
The track measures a good six inches in length, and the men recall hearing more than one creature howling...
Atleast my blades will be of some use if we encounter these creatures... He says blandly.
"If something shows up do not run away....It will be safest with the two of us. Running away will only make you a easier target…. Slow to."
*Switches his bow out for his Bastard-sword, [Javelin in primary, sword in off] and gestures down the road.*
"Lets get going."
*Starts down the road with his eyes and ears out for movement and sounds.*
An hour of hunting nets the ranger three scrawny hares. Returning to Blackstars camp Tensek finds the oldman huddled in front of the fire, a pair of socks on a stick over it. "I like 'em toasty. You got a problem with that?"
He takes the socks away from the fire and puts them on his feet.
"Don't just stand there, start cooking."
*Tensek nods and putting his bow down begins to prepare the hares.*
"Gah! Its not roasting evenly. Are you sure that **** is balanced?"
"You aren't planning on salting it are you?"
Once it is cooked, Blackstar takes a taste and grimaces. "Not enough salt."
"An you call yourself a cook."
"An you call yourself a cook."[/i]
*Tensek pauses from feeding Kiara some rabbit tolook up at Blackstar and shrug noncommitantly.*
Actually sir I never really prided myself in my cooking.
"Well, I think we should be off in about a hour however the first thing on my list is food."
*Turns to the peasant and asks.*
"Where is a inn where I can get some food? I am rather hungry."
*Glances at Kai and wonders.*
.oO(I hope he doesn't ask for them to feed us. It would be most rude. They will more then likely feed us for what we did, but it would seem barbarous of us to ask for free food. It will most likely be freely given without our asking.)
*Jace then proceeds to remove some more of his weapons and rubs his shoulders because they are a little stiff and tensed.*
*Tensek pauses from feeding Kiara some rabbit tolook up at Blackstar and shrug noncommitantly.*
Actually sir I never really prided myself in my cooking.
"What da ta pride yourself in?"
What do you make of this.
The peasant frees one arm from his wife to point the way, then wraps it around her again.
"And we'd best get you over there for some soup, you're thin as a rail!" Stella interjects.
When Kai shows him the vial, he slowly shakes his head. "I've never seen that before."
*Jace gathers up his belongings and follows Kai to the indicated inn and enters. Once inside he orders a little something and sits with Kai.*
"When we get back to the city I can get one of them identified for pretty cheap. I would figure if they are all identical they all do the same thing so there is no point in identifying them all. I also might get those arm bands looked at…. Seems odd that they are all matching."
*After finishing Jace pays for his meal, tells Kai that he will be at the edge of the village in a few minutes, and leaves to find the peasant and once he does he say bye. Once he locates him he shakes his hand wishes him luck and life, and leaves for the edge of the city. Once there he adjusts his pack meets with Kai and leaves.*
"Lets go home."
"What da ta pride yourself in?"
*The ranger merely shrugs.*
a time ago I would have said my marksmanship but I don't find that so anymore, seeing what I could become compared to what I am is a far ways off...
"We're sorry we can't offer a reward, but losing those men, the wagon and oxen, and the shipment of cabbages... well, we aren't some big wealthy city. But your lunch is on us!"
On the trek back to the city, the men hear distant wolf howls more than once, always from a generally eastern direction.
Entering Garic's, the gate guard stops them with a message to report to the City Guardhouse.
[City Guard Chapterhouse]
*The ranger merely shrugs.*
a time ago I would have said my marksmanship but I don't find that so anymore, seeing what I could become compared to what I am is a far ways off...
Blackstar shakes his head. "So you don't pride yourself in anything then? I guess it could be worse."
"At least you aren't overconfident in your abilities."
"Because eventually they will fail you. Better not to have a spirit to be crushed by that."
*Tensek trails off for a moment and turns to feed Kiara some more before asking the grizzled man.*
Is that what happened to you? Your skills failed you? Is that why you live so far out in these woods?
"Didja come out here to learn how to shoot that bow of yours, or didja come out here ta flap your gums?"
The old man tosses his empty flask into the darkness, then stares at Tensek.
"When I was your age that would have never hit the ground without an arrow through it, and by gum, next time I throw something it weren't either."
"You will sleep with your bow in hand, eat with your bow in hand, do your chores with your bow in hand and when nature calls you will answer it with bow in hand."
"Do you understand me boy?"
"By the time I am done with you even the elves will have forgotten about Móretingilyaóre Pilinsúle."
Mick and Vivvo close in on the one in front of their leader and put it down.
Rilla pulls the goblin corpse off Nige and helps him to his feet, ignoring the cut on her arm while trying to judge the severity of the one on Niges shoulder. "It doesn't look too bad!"
Hermy nods in her direction, and takes a look at the carnage around him. Seven dead goblins.
"See ifen theys gots anything useful, an thens we'll keeps moving. This spot don't look to promising. Ifen the goblins couldn't tell we was comin, I doubts a lots of the guild members could see goblins comin."
Mick blushes. Vivvo hits him.
"I thinks we want somethin with less trees surroundin it. Gamis'll want some open space ta run the horses in anyhow."
Hermy moves to help bandage Nige will Mick and Vivvo loot the bodies.
Blackstar shoots Tensek a look. "It's none of yer buisness boy." ...
"By the time I am done with you even the elves will have forgotten about Móretingilyaóre Pilinsúle."
*Tensek nods to each command responding with a "yes sir", as the name comes up he looks at Blackstar confused.*
Móre-ting-ily-aóre Pil-in-sú-le?
She nods, and in a steady voice says, I knew your daughter, Ashina.
She was my friend.
A moment's confusion, then realization enters their eyes, and they fumble for each other's hand.
"'Was'?" Lady Warrich asks.
Was. Mirielle says, sadly. I'm sorry. You may have heard about the battle of Hents Manevelins. Ashina had joined the Jackals, Lord Malifaeyr's elite Guards, as a bard. She was at the battle, and vanished -- presumed dead.
Recently, I assisted in the rescue of a priest who'd been captured and held captive by a dragon. When we investigated the dragon's lair, we found Ashina's remains, and her harp.
Mirielle loosens the strap, and the canvas cover slides from the intricately carved ebony.
Knowing her fate, I felt you should be informed personally. She was a good friend, and a brilliant musician.
The Warrichs stand speechless, staring at the harp. Mirielle carefully sets the instrument on the table nearby, and silently leaves the room, and the house.
.oO(Okay, that could have been worse.)
She walks back to the inn, gathers her bags, pays the innkeeper, and leaves.
Ixchal chitters softly in her ear as she walks briskly out of the town. Miri doesn't answer, just scratches the weasel's ruff and looks for a sheltered area. Finding it, she casts her spell, and vanishes, reappearing in her bedroom at home.
But those are concerns for another day. For now, he will stay in Garic's City. Perhaps there will be some use for someone of his skills. I'm sure someone could always use a mercenary, he thinks, but the thought is hardly comforting. He doesn't like the idea of being a sell-sword.
Finally, his quarterstaff beating heavily against the dirt of the road as he walks, he comes within view of the city gates, and searches for city guards to approach. Many cities only allow strangers in with permission, and Thanatis can't see why this one would be any different.
*Tensek nods to each command responding with a "yes sir", as the name comes up he looks at Blackstar confused.*
Móre-ting-ily-aóre Pil-in-sú-le?
"Móretingilyaóre Pilinsúle."
"A legendary archer that has been dead for a very long time."
Blackstar points towards where he threw his flask. "Well what are you waiting for? It aint going to grow legs and crawl back on it's own."
Once his flask is returned to him, the old man retires to his shack for the rest of the night.
Tensek is woken up rather early by a bucket of water. "Go fill this up. There's a stream a few miles to the north."
"Bring back a few fish too while you are at it."
After a breakfast of whatever Tensek can provide, Blackstar spends the rest of the day throwing things at the ranger. He expects Tensek to nock an arrow and pull back the string before it strikes him.
"You're to slow! That would have killed you before you coulda shot it out a the air if it had been a dagger."
Come night fall after Tensek has caught dinner, Blackstar has the ranger spend several hours stringing and unstringing his bow in the dark, This goes on for several days.
And then one morning, it isn't a bucket of water that greets him but the smell of frying fish. "Eat up."
"We've got a long day."
What's going on?
Are we moving further into the woods?
"Fill up a few waterskins with ale for me, and then pack up whatever you will need for the next few days. Don't take anything unnecassary. We need to travel light,"
Mick nods. "An Oim gettin 'ungry. Volos should be takin the poies outa the oven soon."
Hermy glances back before sighing. "I guess. But we really can't cover much ground ifen wese covering the same ground everyday."
"I know we don'ts want to be that far from the city sose people cin find us easy, but..." Hermy points out a gnarled tree trunk. "Thats the fifth time Ise seen that tree."
"Wese needs a rager or sumethin ta keeps us from following our own tracks everyday."
"Its a shamr Kal left the city, we could really use him. Or Dumboven. Or..."
Nige pipes up. "Tyros is a rager."
Hermy looks at him. "He is?"
"Yup. 'e tracked down the 'alftuck, and soime candy."
"Maybe 'e could foind us a spot boi a candy tree."
Hermy pauses and then shakes his head. "There aint no such thing as a candy tree. Ise looked."
"But ya aint a rager."
Hermy pauses again, followed by another shake of his head. "Major couldn't find one either. They don't exist."
Wot about candy bushes then?"
"Nope."
"Candy flowers?"
"Not them either."
Nige sniffles before looking back towards Garics. "We should go 'ome then. Oim 'ungry too."
Hermy exhales slowly, and then turns around. "I'll see ifen Minto cin buy us some candy before we head out tomorrow. We mights be able ta think more clearly ifen wese gots enough sugar in us."
"Come on. Lets go home."
Finally, his quarterstaff beating heavily against the dirt of the road as he walks, he comes within view of the city gates, and searches for city guards to approach. Many cities only allow strangers in with permission, and Thanatis can't see why this one would be any different.
After a brief questioning consisting of asking for a name and buisness in the city, the guards wave Thanatis through without seeming to listen to his answers.
Blackstar nods. "We are."
"Fill up a few waterskins with ale for me, and then pack up whatever you will need for the next few days. Don't take anything unnecassary. We need to travel light,"
*Nodding Tensek first fills the water skins up as directed than he gathers up his things leaving only his Mornign Star and Shield behind. As he walks back to Blackstar with everything he adjusts the quiver on his back.*
I'm Ready.
Finally done, he passes through the gates and is immediately pressed upon by the massive throng of sound, like a glorious, vibrant wave of life and noise. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, he lets the city's energy wash over him, cleansing him of the dust and loneliness of the open road. Here is where he belongs, with the people, with the noise, the chaos... Grinning broadly, he moves with purpose down the street and loses himself in the bustle of the crowd.
*Nodding Tensek first fills the water skins up as directed than he gathers up his things leaving only his Mornign Star and Shield behind. As he walks back to Blackstar with everything he adjusts the quiver on his back.*
I'm Ready.
Blackstar nods, and grabs a pair of the eight wineskins and straps them over his shoulder. He takes a swig from his flask and then trudges northward. "Try to keep up. We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there."
"Not that yours is that pleasant. But a bit of conversation would be a nice break from listening to you pant."
"So what's your story? Parents killed by orcs and you are seeking to become a master bowman for revenge? Didja grow up dirt poor and searching for a way to make a name for yourself and perhaps a fortune at well with your skill at archery?"
I don't really remember what happened to my parents, I just remember being lost in the woods and my masters finding me and training me in the ways of the woodsman.
As to why I wanted to train under you, I just wanted to better my skills, I see no need in using what I learn for fame, or revenge.
*He pulls out the claw of an owl bear and shows it to Blackstar.*
I'm a hunter and a tracker and if I become a better archer I can become a better hunter. I live for the thrill of it, and teh stronger i get the more dangerous prey I can take down. No fame, riches, glory, and revenge aren't for me. I just want to improve.
He shrugs. "Could be worse."
He picks up the pace.
"What do you mean selfish."
I don't know...
Blackstar increases his pace.
*Tensek says as he catches up to Blackstar.*
"You seemed to me to be angry at...
Well at everything..."
*The ranger trails off.*
"Did you know that the elves rarely give an outsider a name in their own tongue? It's a great honor when it does occur."
"No I didn't know that. My adopted sires were a Dwarf and a Half-Orc, a fair opposite from the grave of the Elves I'd say."
"I hate flies."
He walks ahead, muttering to himself.
"I've noticed you haven't been pestering me about where we are going. Good. Because I'm not going to tell you."
"Just scrounge us up something to eat, and mind your own buisness. Things will go a lot smoother that way."
Is there anyything particular you wish to eat?
"But I'll settle for rabbit again."
Now there goes a lunny...
It's that elf, it is. The one that olways bows to us.
Hmmm... yep.
Why's he chasin' after the owl? He does have a bow...
They say running is good fer yer legs.
Hmmm... yeah. Guess it beats chasin' chickens...
Guess so... Finish your bread Kereld.
The guard nods and continues eating his lunch, while watching the elf running into the forest.
Meanwhile, Tyros stops against a tree, leaning over it to take a breather. Allerya lands on the ground just besides Tyros.
Lend me your wings, will you? The owl looked awkwardly at the ranger, while he stood up, motioning her to continue forward.
After a few more minutes of running, Tyros arrives at the little clearing he had turned into Duriel's living space. The little wolf could be heard whinning about something. The worst thoughts came across Tyros's head: wolves, bears, eagles, hawks, a blinky... And then he saw the cub.
You brought me here running because Duriel can't climb a tree?? The ranger's voice was heard loud and clear in a long radius around him, as he watched the cub scrapping on a tree's trunk while trying to climb it.
Relieved with his finding, Tyros decides to spend the rest of the day there with Duriel and Allerya, mainly playing with each other. After that he returns to the city.
"Roast pheasant smoothered with a creamy mustard sauce, cinnamon apples, and a cherry tart for dessert."
"But I'll settle for rabbit again."
*Tensek nods and turns off to capture some rabbits or perhaps Pheasants.*
(Survival: +13)
After eating, the old man goes back to sleep. An hour or two before dawn, he wakes and relieves Tensek on the watch.
"Grab some shut eye. You're gunna need some sleep for tomorrow.
"Get up! Enough lollygaggin around! We've got places to go!"
Blackstar is already marching down the trail.
"Shoot us some fish."
Blackstar leaps to his feet, and gives Tensek a shove away from the stream.
"You're too close!"
"Spot the fish and then step back to where you can't see it. And then aim towards where it will be by the time your arrow hits!"
"Do you think I'm having you do this just because I like waiting for lunch! "
"That was no where even close! By the time that arrow got there the fish was long gone!"
"Find another one! And this time aim further ahead! Fire off two arrows! Maybe one of them will hit."
"Fetch them, they don't grow ontrees you know."
While Tensek recovers what arrows he can find, the old man frys up the fish.
They're small ones, couldn't you have shot some bigger ones? Might not have taken so long if you had. I'm not getting any younger you know, every meal could be my last one, why do you feel the need to make me starve..." He rambles on through out lunch.
Once the meal is devoured, he stops and stares at the ranger for several minutes. Then he takjes a swallow from his flask.
"Impress me."
"Impress me."
*Tensek pauses and looks at Blackstar obviously confused.*
In what manner?
The Funeral procession marched with the small man held aloft at their lead.
Four men held Old Doc aloft, each at a corner of the platform.
Behind them came the parade of beloved ones. All old friends, if Doc had any family he had out lived them.
Mostly well bundled gnomes and halflings, they marched solmnly out of the city. They were led to the clearing and there they saw Clarice and Gilgiga.
Upon Clarice finsihing the prayers, Gilgiga came forward and muttered.
"Brond ontendan Bryne"
From there a small orb of fire appeared in Gilgiga's hand. As if it were wraped in oiled rags. He placed the flame into the small pyre that they had placed Doc upon and it beguan to burn.
As the flames consumed the body, all there sood in reflection of their departed teacher and friend.
As the last ember faded out, the guests beguan to march back.
One, an old halfling, made sure to catch Gilgiga's eye.
He gave him a shallow nod, and Gilgiga returned the gesture.
She takes all the stuff off of Maya and lets her go for a while to run in the light of the lowering sunset.
Screech flies past overhead and swoops down to catch a field mouse, bringing it back to where Anaya sits and eats his dinner happily.
She looks at Screech for a moment, smiles and then looks back to watch Maya dance in the sunset.
After letting Maya run for as while and let her muscles feel refreshed she calls Maya over and places the bridle and saddle back on her.
After getting everything gathered and set back up, she gets back up on the horse and rides back to the city, passing through the gate just before nightfall
To Weatherby's
*Tensek pauses and looks at Blackstar obviously confused.*
In what manner?
Blackstar grunts. "Certainly, not like that."
"Prove to me that its worth my time to teach you, and not your dog."
"Now if I could make an archer out of it, that would certainly earn a spot in the legends."
"Why should I waste my time teaching you, if you aren't going to do anything with what I teach you?"
"Now impress me."
"Show me something that you thought of on your own, something that tells me I'm not wasting my time."
As the last ember faded out, the guests beguan to march back.
One, an old halfling, made sure to catch Gilgiga's eye.
He gave him a shallow nod, and Gilgiga returned the gesture.
Hermy Woodhome Sr. says a silent prayer to the Mother as his old friend is returned to her embrace. .o0(Having the funeral out here, in the beauty of the Mothers creation was a stroke of brilliance. I'm sure Old Doc would aprove. I'm sure he would have hated his bodies final moments of being on this plane being in the stone confines of the Temple.)
As the funeral party starts back for the city, the old halfling makes towards the halfd orc, Gilgiga.
"You've dids Old Doc proud back there."
"Will you be taking over his duties immediately? Or did he leave things in enough order that you could spare a few days to get use too the loss."
He blushes. "And to help out my son?"
"I mentioned you to him, and he thought you'd be invaluable to him in a task he is setting off to perform. Or at least I told him you would be."
"And he didn't disagree."
The halfling sighs. "I imagine this seems rather unorthadox, asking you right after the funeral and all. But I don't know how long he's willing to wait before setting out."
"And I'd appreciate him having someone with a sense of responsabilty going with him. I don't know the others going to well, but I do know that you are a responsable person. Doc taking you in, is enough evidence of that for me."
"I don't mean to rush you, but will you be able to accompany him?"
"Show me something that you thought of on your own, something that tells me I'm not wasting my time."
*Tensek frowns and looks down at his feet as he listens to Blackstar's speech. As he finishes talkign Tensek stands up slowly. Through clenched teeth the ranger responds to the elderly man. Tensek's voice coimg out barely off of a hiss.*
Impress you with something I thought of my own?
*The hunter asks before raising his head and shaking it clear for a moment. Before nodding to Blackstar.*
Fine than. I hope this appeases you.
*Sliding an arrow onto his bow Tensek pulls back on his weapon to the poitn that the wood begins to groan. Letting the arrow fly the bow gives off a resounding twang, echoing throughout the clearing. As the arrow hits the height of it's arc Tensek already has a second arrow out and loosed flying at a lower angle than the first. While the first arrow begins to dip the second soars towards the descendfing shaft. Striking it with a notable thwack the second arrow continues on for a short moment before striking a tree. The first arrow on the other hand drops straight towards the earth the two havles fallign at the opposite end of the clearing from Tensek. Lowering his bow Tensek looks over to Blackstar lookign for some resemblance of approval.*
(thanks to ST for helpign me out with the technical part of this.
A 7 was rolled to hit on the second shot combined with the +9 from the rapid shot makes 16 vs. the arrows AC of 11.
A roll of 8 was made for the damage easily taking out both the first arrows hardness and hp.)
Blackstar takes out his own bow, and checks a few of his arrows. He hands one to Tensek.
"You'll want to replace the one you shot up."
Blackstar starts walking along the stream bank.
"Well what are you waiting for? We've still got aways to go."
Three arrows?
*Shaking his head before he catches up with Blackstar Tensek raises himself up and walks alongside the older archer. After a moment of silence Tensek decides to try to test the waters.*
What was your name? I mean the one the Elves gave you?
Blackstar turns to look at his apprentice.
"What makes you think the elves ever gave me a name?"
When you asked me if I knew that elves rarely gave outsiders names in their own tongue. It seemed to me you were speaking from experience...
*Tensek stops speaking again before looking back to Blackstar.*
You mentioned the elves forgetting a More-tingily-a-ore Pill-in-sole? Was he one of your friends?
"And he's nobodys friend. Not anymore."
"Not for a longtime at any rate."
Blackstar stares straight ahead as he continues walking.
"The name means The Nights Twikling Star Arrowbreath."
"He was a legendary protector of the elves a half century or so ago. Until he failed them."
*Tensek echos as he turns to look ahead of him.*
It's not my place to know how, so I won't bother asking.
*Again Tensek pauses for a moment to consider his words before falling into a sullen silence. But of course after a few minutes the ranger again asks.*
Did you have a name than?
He pulls out his flask, and takes a deep drink from it.
"We cross here."
He taps his foot impatiently. "Well?"
"What are you waiting for? I'm not going to carry myself across."
Alright... Kinda just like what I did when I was out with Kiara the first time. Nothing to it.
.oO(You shoulda kept your mouth shut Tensek.)
*Tensek begins to put down a few of his bags to lighten up the loads he'll be needing to carry across.*
Alright I'm hoping you prefer piggy-back as opposed to being over the shoulders.
*The ranger says as he tries to help Blackstar up onto his back. Tensek's muscles already feeling the strain of the older man.*
Kiara stay.
.oO(I wasn't built for this kinda thing. A goblin's one thing but this is a grown man!)
*As Tensek makes his way across the river he slips almost losing his footing the ranger manages to straightens himself before he and his passenger fall end over end into the stream.*
.oO(This is insane. Why am I doing this? Why is he making me do this?)
*As he makes the last few steps Tensek groans from the pressure on his legs and letting his mentor down tensek drops to his knees in the muddy stream bank massaging his upper legs for a moment.*
I'm not made for this.
*Tensek quietly reminds himself again as he begins to cross teh stream to gather and transfer teh rest of the gear and Kiara over to the other side.*
Not at all.
He points back across the water.
"I was wrong. Thats the side we were suppose to be on."
"And this time don't slip. I thought you might get my feet wet, and this is my only dry pair of socks. We don't have time to build a fire to dry out the rest."
.oO(I can't believe he's making me do this again. Why am I doing this? What's this supposed to teach me?)
*If by anything other than luck Tensek makes it to the otherside of the stream before losing his footing again this time in the mud. Although he manages to resecure his footing the youg rangers reflexes have already begun to slow down. As he makes it back onto dry ground Tensek sets Blackstar.*
No I was right. Do it again and no slipping boy.
*Tensek's eyes almost bug out at this request and shaking his head in disblief he takes the old man back up and crosses again. Only to have Blackstar order him back across the stream again. As the amount of crossings increases so does the pain put on Tensek and the rate of his mutterings. After the fith time Tensek barely able to stand straight trips over a loose rock in the bed of the stream and falls forward with a great splash.*
Took you long enough.
*Blackstar says as he stands up and walks teh rest of teh way to the bank. Calling back to Tensek Blackstar sits down on the grass and begins removing his foot wear.*
Get up and start up a fire.
*Tensek coughs into the water and pushes himself off almost fallign back down into the stream the ranger gets up and drags himself back onto the bank turning around he takes a breath and let's out a moan of despair as he tries to gasp out a question to his mentor.*
Why?
Why don't matter, now get up and start a fire my socks ain't gunna dry themselves.
*With a grown Tensek gets up and begins to build a fire not to a very rousing success because of the Rangers wetness, but eventually he manages to get a flame lit in the smouldering twigs. Feeding teh fire Tensek sits down in front of it and tries to warm himself.*
What are you waiting for go get us some supper.
*Tensek looks over at Blackstar and with a sore goran the apprentice get's up and grabbing four arrows he heads out into the woods to hunt down some rabbits.*
The old man doesn't complain about the cooking this time. He eats his meal and then returns to singing to himself.
Finally, he stops and looks at Tensek. "You sure you don't spoeak elvis?"
Blackstar shrugs and puts his eating utensils away. "Not a bad meal."
"Hant tye, hant tye avalimbe."
No but if this keeps up I might have to higher a tutor to teach me.
*He smirks as he says it but turns a questioning look to teh old man.*
What does that mean?
He pokes a stick into the fire to move some embers around.
"You did well today."
"Hopefully you'll keep it up tomorrow."
"Wake me up a few hours before sunrise. I want to get an earlly start."
Yes sir.
*Spending the first few hours of the evening Tensek cleans his bow while humming a cheerful dwarven tune he heard his former master sing while he was cleaning his equipment. Looking up at the sky Tensek quietly lets the night pass him by until it's time to wake Blackstar up.*
.oO(Wonder how Master Doram and Master Thrusk are doing... I should drop by and visit with them sometime.)
Close to noon, Blackstar signels for the ranger to stop and be quiet. He whispers, though it certainly isn't quiet. Blindfold me."
"Now shoot the flask off."
Y-you want me to shoot the flask off your head?
*Tensek shakes his head and nocks an arrow to his bow pulling it back.*
Didn't think you trusted my skills enough for it but alright...
*The ranger says as he pulls back on the bow string and let's loose the arrow.*
(To hit +11)
*Tensek drops his bow and rushes over to Blackstar. To try to administer any sort of medical aid the ranger can provide with his small amount of training.*
.oO(Why didn't I pay more attention to this stuff!)
[Heal +2]
"Agathalos eyesockets boy!"
"Even I have more confidence in you then that boy!"
He pulls off the blindfold and grabs his flask of the ground and pulls the arrow out of it.
"Assume you hit the target until you find out wether ya did or not."
He puts his mouth up to the hole and swallows what trickles out.
"Theres no time for indescion in a battle."
"If you let something like that distract you... "
He tosses the ruined flask away.
"Come on. Lets get going."
*Tensek rubs his face but smiles none the less as he walks over and gigging his foot under his bow he flicks it up to catch it before chasing after Blackstar.*
"There should be a road around here somewhere."
"We need to find a town."
"You ruined my flask."
I think there's a road north of us...
*He says as he turns to the south.*
But I'm not to sure.
He strides off towards the north, finding a road a few hours later. "This way should lead back to Garics. The other... we aren't going that way."
"But for now we camp."
"I've got a bottle in my back that should keep us through the night."
"I'll do the hunting tonight. You set up camp."
Blackstar heads off into the trees.
"Once I've got you trained to hit the broadside of a barn, you might need to show me where you keep finding these things."
He rummages around in his pack and pulls out a bottle and swallows some down. "Food would just ruin my appetite anyhow."
A few more swallows and he lays down and starts snoring.
.oO(Maybe I do need to be more confident in my abilities...)
After a few hours of travel, Blackstar motions for them to get off the road. He points at a group coming over the horizen.
"We hide here."
"I want you to watch this group as they appear and try to pick out the biggest threats in it."
"We won't be shooting at them, but an archer should always know who to shoot at first."
As the group on the road gets closer, it appears to be two halflings on dogs, and two elves on horses.
Tensek can hear the old man mumbling. "The halfling from that party. I've seen alot more red pants recently, but you don't see a helmet like that often."
"And the bard from the same."
"That elfs got a bow. Always something to watch out for. Natural born archers."
"The girl... it can't be her... she's too old... or is that me?"
He stares harder.
What is it?
Are you ok?
He steps back to find some cover, motioning for Tensek to follow him..
"I... I know that elf girl. Or at least I did. A long time ago."
"I swore an oath to her people. An oath I didn't keep."
.oO(That must be why...)
Don't you want to confront them about it?
"She must not know I'm here. Or even still alive."
"I doubt she would recognize me. It has been a long time, but it is a chance I'm not willing to take."
"I am. You'll be going with them."
"If you ever want to be better then me, you are going to need to acomplish things I couldn't."
"And this will be your first task."
What? What task?
"What task do you think?"
Blackstar points.
"Keeping that girl safe."
"Alright, so you want me to protect her. Whever she may go. I can do that."
"Her people think I'm dead. And I plan on keeping it that way. No sense bringing up bad memories for everyone."
*Before moving to join the group Tensek holds a hushed conversation with his mentor Blackstar at the edge of the forest under cover of a few trees.*
Ya got all that?
Yes sir. Protect her at all cost. Above all else don't tell her why I'm with them. Of course sir.
Good now go an' don't tell them I sent ya.
Yes sir I'll see you when I return.
Get movin.
*Not bothering to respond to the growing impatience of Blackstar Tensek nods and turns away. With Kiara in tow and bow lossely in hand Tensek strides towards the halflings and half-orc, just in time to catch Hermy's last question.*
Well if he's not I may be able to be of some assistance.
"Oh ho ho! See these men who guard the gates, Master? They are no match for you! They are no match for Nanashi either! Oh ho ho! But he will spare them to see the day he reveals his true might! Oh ho!"
Such bold words from our hero as he strides toward the gates! Let us hear how the guards respond.
"Name?"
That does not sound like a very impressed tone! He sounds very bored, in fact. Wait, that makes sense; this guarding must be very boring work. It is a good thing that Nanashi is here - now things will be less boring!
"I am Nanashi of the Flame!"
"The Flame?"
"That is correct! Watch now, as I draw fire from my finger-"
What is this? The guard dares poke Nanashi in the nose with his halberd? He better have a good excuse for offering Nanashi such insult!
"Don't. You a spellcaster?"
This does not sound like a good excuse!
"I am Nanashi the Great!"
"You mean Nanashi of the Flame?"
"I am that Nanashi too! I could burn this city to the ground with the awesome magic I contain!"
"Not if you want to keep breathing, Tiny."
What? How dare this human utter such an insult? How could he possibly make this worse for himself?
"You got a license?"
WHAT??
"A license for what?"
"Spellcasting. No spellcasting in the city without a license. Hightower rules. Now, you got a license?"
"No."
"Then you'll want to visit the Hightower before you so much as light a torch, Tiny, or the wizards'll turn you into ash."
This man dares utters threats against Nanashi now? Behold Nanashi's anger! See the scowl settle upon his face! I would not like to be this guard!
"Then Nanashi shall get a license at once!"
Such mercy he shows the unworthy one!
"Just don't think that gives you the right to start burning things, Tiny. The license is only good as long as you use it responsibly. Step out of line and you'll spend the rest of your days as some wizard's doorstop."
"Do not worry for Nanashi! No wizard shall have cause to put me in front of a door today! Oh ho ho!"
"That's good. You got any other business here?"
"Nanashi seeks a hot meal and a place to sleep!"
"I bet he does. All, right, you can go to the Blue-"
What is this? Why does this other guard jostle the one speaking to Nanashi? I know! Obviously he is warning him to behave! Oh ho! Finally someone with sense! Let us hear what he has to say.
"What are you doing? You can't send a gnome of such stature to the Blue Pumpkin! Good sir, I apologize. A gentleman such as yourself would no doubt prefer a higher quality establishment. Allow me to suggest Nobody's Inn, run by a halfling who's properly impressed by spellcasters such as yourself."
This is more like it!
"Oh ho ho! Those halflings know how to cook! Show Nanashi the way!"
"You just go left at-"
But you do not need to trouble yourself with boring directions! Nanashi will meet you there soon enough! Oh ho ho!
But here it is. Garic's City.
Observing others entering the gate, Leo notes that his costume is slightly atypical from the usual dress, a fact that has become more and more evident with every mile he has travelled from his small village. Certainly, his unusual cloak cut with with serrated hems would cause a few second glances from passing strangers in the city. The emblem of a stylized chysanthemum flower on his chest, however, may do more than just raise a few eyebrows.
Leo considers taking off his uniform before entering the city, but decides against it. The cloak and the emblem are the sybols of the White Chysanthemum Guard, and he is of their order, no matter how far away from home.
Others must do with it as they will.
After making one last check of his gear, Leonardo steps into the crowd and makes his way to the gate.
Both of us are gatekeepers, defending the portals into our homes.
He makes a mental note to find out more information about the City Guard and continues on his way into the city.
[To Market Square p.27]
I may not have got the book, but with this much coin I doubt Mundavi will mind.
He turns behind him, wincing at the wounds from his previous battles and ensures the blankets are covering the coin.
So this is the City, which holds the Silver sword adventures that splayed Khan..
It had been a long time since Kal’thas had entered such a place. Most of his life he had spent beyond its wall within the wilderness feeding his relentless rage. Moving through the wilds, passing through the gates of Garic's City he noted the buildings and the city folk. Pausing and taking a hollow breath Kal’thas continued to pace into the city.
Shan continues pointing out the occasional landmark as he guides the wagon towards Yasgur's farm.
.oO(Have to get closer. I can't hit at this distance.)
The ranger looked at a nearby piece of tall grass and watched it swing towards the herd, which meant his scent would easily reach them if he tried to get any closer from that direction. He decided it would be too hard to get around them so he decided to wait for the wind to change its direction.
An hour passed and the wind had slowed down a bit, but it was still blowing in the same direction. The herd had moved a bit closer to him, but nothing important. Another hour went through the hourglass of time and the wind was still the same, but the herd was a bit closer now. Tyros had been lying in the soft grass, observing his surroundings and taking the waiting time to appreciate the gifts nature was offering him then. The clear blue sky, the sweet breeze caressing his jet black hair, the green grass gently cushioning him in the ground, the birds singing beautiful melodies and the herd of deers grazing peacefully in his sight. He suddenly felt the wind change its direction to the opposite side, meaning that now all the hunting conditions were in his favour.
He started moving silently towards the target, a healthy adult male deer which was beautifully magestic in the sun. He approached about 30 feet like that, ever so slowly, until he felt that the distance was secure enough. The deer was at some 100 feet, give or take. The bow was readied and the arrow sat on the string, waiting to be pulled.
.oO(Hard shot but it's the limit. Any closer and the deer will either spot me or hear me.)
Tyros knew that if he missed the shot, the opportunity would be lost because the deers would simply run away too fast for him to catch them. He aimed and breathed deeply, holding his breath so that he would have a more stable aim. The ranger let the arrow gain wings and fly swiftly towards the target, soaring high in the sky until it came diving down on the deer. Unfortunetly for Tyros and most fortunetly for the beast, the arrow struck hard earth at the deer's side, stratling it and making the whole herd start running away in the opposite direction of Tyros. Instinctively, the elf grabbed another arrow and knocked it into his bow. He was about to let go of the string when he felt something in his left arm and his eyes. It was something he had never experienced but it almost looked like he could see the course the arrow would take when he let go of it. He decided not to think about it and simply shoot when the arrow had a collision course with the deer. He let go of it and it flew high and fast, gaining as if a green aura before hitting the deer on the run and making it colapse on the ground.
Cast True Strike
Tyros was now simply standing there, dumbstruck that he had made that almost impossible shot. He knew, of course, that what had happened was no mere strike of good luck but he had no way of explaining what had occured. He wasted no more time in waking Hunter up and running to where the deer had fallen. He stopped cold on his tracks when he saw the arrow he had used lodged on the back of the deer, near the "shoulder". As an experienced hunter, he knew that the arrow had hit the beast's heart, judging from how deep the instrument had bit the flesh of the target.
Well I be rained upon for many years... See this, Hunter? This is what I call a dream come true. To hit a running deer... To hit a running deer indeed! And straight into its heart, too! Tyros took the arrow from it and threw it aside.
He proceded to placing the corpse onto the mule's back but was interrupted by a loud growl and was only able to get up and turn on himself before he was attacked by the harsh claws of a lion. Luckily enough for the ranger, the claws scraped his leather armor more than anything, but the lion still managed to throw him to the ground with the sheer strenght of his jump. It didn't land on Tyros, though, it landed a bit further away, giving the elf just enough time to get up and draw one of his swords and hold it defensively against the heavy maned lion.
You're not getting it! Go away! Tyros yelled fiercely at his foe, showing him his teeth and emitting a growl, much like that of a rabid wolverine.
The lion didn't seem too keen on giving up on his prey. Hunter was already running away with the deer on its back, in risk of falling to the ground with a bigger bounce from the beast of burden. Tyros was making sweeping moves with the sword in order to drive away the king of the planes but then a roar from behind took the heart from his thrusts for a slight instant. He unsheathed his other sword and stood in the middle of the two lions. The new one seemed a bit younger, but was an adult all the same.
.oO(Mother, protect me, be my shield, don't let me die in the claws of your children. Let it not be my time yet.) Tyros was praying fervently, more to keep his mind from surrendering to fear than anything else.
But then, a swooshing sound was heard between the roars of the couple of lions and the ranger's armour shone a pale green, he noticed. But before he was able to take a better look at it, the first lion made a jump, its front paws wide spread in order to better grasp its prey. Tyros made good use of his quick reflexes, twisting on himself sideways and down, rolling on the grass from the lion's jump. The other one was already running for him, trying to bite at him with its fierce jaws, but in vain, as a wall of blades was making it cower right before he struck home. Tyros got up in one swift move and made a quick slashing move towards the lion, which hit him on the mane and what felt like the head. The blade was tainted with red blood, but the lion didn't seem to be too shaken by the wound, since it was still trying to claw at Tyros. The other one was right by its side and was trying to move in order to flank the ranger in vain, as the ranger was constantly jabbing and keeping it from getting too distant from the other.
Tyros decided it was time to pass on to the offensive and so he made a step towards the first lion and with both swords swingged with force towards the hair of the carnivore, the first jab hitting its target on the side and the other one bitting deeply into the neck. The lion roared hoarsely and limped a bit backwards before falling, still breathing. But while the blows struck, the remaining lion also attacked the ranger's side with its mighty claws, scoring a hit on what would be the ribs were it not for the armor. The other paw, on the other hand, failed to connect with the elf's leg. Tyros brought his sword down on the ribcage of its assailant to which the lion, seemingly unwounded, reaponded with a powerfull bite on the ranger's armor but that failed to make any wound. The killing stroke came from the side as the sword already tucked in the lion was pushed in and then down and as another one severed its neck.
Tyros fell to the ground, panting from the fight, and started to look for the damage that had been done to his armor. He checked the shoulder one first, which had four slashes from the sneak atack. The rib area attack seemed not to have happened, as no signs of cuts were found. The zone where Tyros was sure that the lion had bit him there was no teeth marks at all. The faintly glowing green aura was still there, though, seemingly like a shield. Then it struck him.
This is the Mother's doing! She protected me! He was grinning and layed right there in the grass, looking at the bright blue sky.
He spent the rest of the day catching small game, such as hares and a few wild pigs. He was pretty happy with himself when he arrived weary at his bedroom in the boarding house, letting himself fall into the bed after a good dinner with Mrs. Weatherby.
Admiring the land and noting the landmarks to Yasgur’s Farm, Keal’thas continues to talk to Shan.
‘So although Kahn was killed his army still lives… Although there are only bits and pieces of its force. isn’t there a chance a gobbo might rise up? Has anyone though about that?’
Keal’thas pauses and looks out into the shrubs,
‘So how fares Yasgurs Farm?’
Yasgur? They're fine... Old man still gripes about how the army trampled his fields, but they grew back alright after plowing. ...Here we are, now."
Guiding the cart onto the lane, the mare trundles it on up to the farmhouse. A pitchfork-toting man waves them towards a hayrick.
Meeting the man with a nod he pipes up, ‘Hey. Names Keal, ’
‘Me and Shan here are just after a few bags of nut-brown, you got any in stock?’
He looks inquiringly at Shan, who shrugs, baffled. We're here for a load of feed.
"Oh, sure, alright. Over t'the silo, then."
Shan puts his hand on the horse's headstall and they walk over to the silo.
"Glad you came before those blasted squatters robbed us blind," the farmhand grumbles. "Them and their, 'The Mother made the world for us all to share,' and 'Private ownership is against the Mother's will.' Pah!" he spits on the ground.
As Keal’thas follows the two he frowns in confusion and looks up the farmer ‘what you mean these squatters are robbing you blind? Have they been stealing your crops or something, or just been protesting against the fact your selling your goods.’
‘Can you do anything about them?Or have you done something about them?’
Walking on towards the silo, he adds, "We don't want to hurt 'em, but they haven't listened to reason yet!"
.oC(Ha this sound like a chance to do something, well something more constructive then shoveling horse ‘censor’.)
Keal’thas suddenly pipes up with a keen interest in his voice. He smiles mechanically and looks untoward the Farmer.
‘Maybe I should have a word with’em or this nutter Keasey and find out why there cause’en such a fuss. I’m a fresh face maybe I could get into place people can’t and find out why these there doin it. Or I could talk to Keasy see if I can work some sense from him.’
Running his hand down the length of his jaw Keal looks begins to sudden the ground as his face creases as he takes the farms previous words into account.
.oC(Just wait, I don’t know much about this city nor its people, or where best to find them. Where would I find a cleric then and a band of tree hugging bandits.)
‘What you now about this crazy cleric anyway? What makes him so crazy and you know where I could find him and what he?… Do you know any of theses crop thieves, Maybe I could go and reason with them and stop them nicken your crops or make them come to an agreement?’
He grins at Shan, who chuckles agreeably.
"'S over there, half mile, beyond the tallest pine by the oak. You'll smell 'em -- I swear no-one ever taught 'em to bathe! Buncha wierdos."
‘Right’o then’ Keal says and snaps to Shan and jabs him in the side, ‘You gonna be all good taken the feedback or you want a hand n’ someone with ya on the trip back? I can always come back here, remember you pointed out the way as we came.’
Naw, I won't leave you here. Twenty minutes to their camp and back, figger half'n hour gabbing... Ah, let's make it an hour'n a half I'll wait.
"Yeah, you don't wanna be stickin' yer pal with unloading the feed on t'other end, do ya?"
The farmer laughs uproariously at his joke, and Shan again chuckles politely.
The Gnome smirks at the Farmers remark then scrambles off in the direction given.
.oC(right’o I got an hour and a bit. I guess Shaun doesn’t mind waiting, Still I should keep him to loong.)
Jeez Dri, this must be the worst shortcut ever...
Another sigh escapes his lips as he looks back down and finds himself a nice little patch of grass. Sitting heavily, he removes the greatsword from his back and lies down.
Atleast it's nice out today.
Smiling, Driden crosses his leg and begins to softly whistles a happy tune from back home.
.oO( I'll find Garic's City after a little catnap.)
After a long yawn and stretch, he locks his fingers behind his head and drifts off into a light nap.
With an excited bark the rottweiller takes off after Tensek at a steady lope, soon the pair are dashing through into the forest.
Peering through the vegetation, Kal'Thas sees a group of unkempt people wandering around a campsite that consists of some rickety lean-tos and two firepits. A wild-eyed man with a turnip sitting in front of him is excitedly preaching the health benefits of vegetarianism to a rapt audience of four.
Pulling away from the cart Tensek walks at a steady pace until the cartt is out of sight, the ranger gives a slight woop as he calls to Kiara, and breaks out into a run heading towards Blackstar's hut, "Come on Kiara!"
With an excited bark the rottweiller takes off after Tensek at a steady lope, soon the pair are dashing through into the forest.
Tensek finds his way towards his mentors camp easily enough. He is greated by the sight of a campfire, and the smell of drying wool.
Blackstar glances up from his clothes drying. "Didn't die eh?"
"That's surprising."
"Where's my whiskey? Ya think it just grows on trees around here?"
I gave my love a cherry / That had no stone / I gave my love a chicken / That had no bone...
Peering through the vegetation, Kal'Thas sees a group of unkempt people wandering around a campsite that consists of some rickety lean-tos and two firepits. A wild-eyed man with a turnip sitting in front of him is excitedly preaching the health benefits of vegetarianism to a rapt audience of four.
.oC(Gee-wiz they weren’t too hard to find... Still I don’t see anything interesting about a Turnip or what this guy has to say. )
Running his hand under his chin Kal’thas relaxes and moves out of the shrubs and into the rough campsite and make a kind gesture to Wild-eyed man.
‘G’day sorry to interrupt n’all. I heard some voices from this direction and came to check it out. Seem like I bumped into you lot.’
Looking over the group facing before looking back to the Scruff man Kal’thas perks ‘Got sometime to trade words? Names Kal’thas, bit fresh around these.’
"Didn't you buy any when you went to the city?"
Blackstar snorts. "I did. What da ya think? That I go into town everyday?"
"I drank what I bought there already. Ya would think you'd have been observant enough last time you were here to notice I tend to do that."
He picks his unstrung bow off the ground next to him, and reaches over the firepit to rap the ranger on the head with it.
"You've got to anticipate whats going to happen before it does."
"When you startle a deer it's going to run. You need to know where too so you know where to aim at."
"And a drunks going to drink his supply, so you need to know to bring him more so you don't get thwacked on the head."
Blackstar puts his bow back down and reaches into his shirt to get his flask. He takes a big swallow out of it.
"Did you keep the girl safe?"
"Did you keep the girl safe?"[/i]
"Yes," the range responds rubbing the spot he was rapped on the head, "She went back to the city with another elf."
He stirs up the coals in the firepit with a stick, watching them burn.
"Ya didn't mention me did you?"
.oC(Gee-wiz they weren’t too hard to find... Still I don’t see anything interesting about a Turnip or what this guy has to say. )
Running his hand under his chin Kal’thas relaxes and moves out of the shrubs and into the rough campsite and make a kind gesture to Wild-eyed man.
‘G’day sorry to interrupt n’all. I heard some voices from this direction and came to check it out. Seem like I bumped into you lot.’
Looking over the group facing before looking back to the Scruff man Kal’thas perks ‘Got sometime to trade words? Names Kal’thas, bit fresh around these.’
"Welcome. Our camp is open to everyone, as it is part of the world, and the world is part of the Mother, and the Mother is for everyone," replies a young woman.
The man with the turnip nods approvingly.
Blackstar takes another swallow. "Good."
He stirs up the coals in the firepit with a stick, watching them burn.
"Ya didn't mention me did you?"
"Not once, although the little one with teh bard said he heard us talking."
"You are talking about the one in the red pants right? The one whose party the archery competition was at?"
"I heard about him. Don't believe most of it."
"Welcome. Our camp is open to everyone, as it is part of the world, and the world is part of the Mother, and the Mother is for everyone," replies a young woman.
The man with the turnip nods approvingly.
.oC (wow a walken poet)
‘Why thank you,’ Kalthas pipes moving freely into the camp and standing anetural distance from the group.
‘Like I said I’m fresh around here don’t quiet know much about the ‘mother’ and what you guys are doing out here? So is the mother a person?'
Where could you be from, that you've never heard of the Mother? She who created the world -- who is the world?
Blackstar continues stirring the fire."What did he say he heard?"
"You are talking about the one in the red pants right? The one whose party the archery competition was at?"
"I heard about him. Don't believe most of it."
"Yeah that one, the supposed hero, although he doesn't seem to clever. Odd thing is he didn't say what he heard he just said to be more careful about sneaking around." Tensek says as he shakes his head.
He stops playing with the fire long enough to drink.
"Those small folk are about the only ones that no more about sneaking around then the elves."
"I'd think those stupid pants of his might hinder him a bit though."
He returns to prodding the flames.
Ya get a chance to practise with your bow? Or was it one great big picnic?"
The peasants stare in shock at Kal'Thas, and the cleric frowns.
Where could you be from, that you've never heard of the Mother? She who created the world -- who is the world?
Kal’thas frowns undecided on whether to continue asking the question or have a stab.
‘You mean Mother nature?’ Kal’thas adds ‘Right’o, I recon she would have created the world to be equal and have certain rule. Surely not everything part of the mother is for everyone. No offence an all but clothes are part. Well made of the mother therefore they would be for everyone.’
Ya get a chance to practise with your bow? Or was it one great big picnic?"
"Thirteen dead goblinoids, one dead ape, and I injured quite a few more," Tensek responds proudly.
He tosses his flask to Tensek.
"Don't find apes around here much. Hobgoblins neither."
"Not unless there's an army invading again."
"Tell me about this feathered woman that was tricky enough to cover up the tracks of a large group of hobgoblins."
Tensek sighs as he tosses the flask back to Blackstar.
"I've seen you shoot thing smaller then a bird."
"She shouldn't have gotten more then ten flaps away before you downed her."
He takes another swig.
"Somethings are only hurt by cetrain materials. Silver for instance. Or cold iron."
Kal’thas frowns undecided on whether to continue asking the question or have a stab.
‘You mean Mother nature?’ Kal’thas adds ‘Right’o, I recon she would have created the world to be equal and have certain rule. Surely not everything part of the mother is for everyone. No offence an all but clothes are part. Well made of the mother therefore they would be for everyone.’
Mother nature... Odd sounding way to refer to Ordemetrex, but tolerable. All is for all, boy. If there are clothes not being worn, and they fit, and you need them, wear them. Put them where another can use them when you're through. Same goes for need -- if you have extra, and another has need, share!
"Don't always have to be enchanted."
He takes another swig.
"Somethings are only hurt by cetrain materials. Silver for instance. Or cold iron."
Tensek frowns and scratches at the back of his head, "I suppose, although I had nothing of the sort."
Well hello Mr. Butterfly, thanks for the wake-up.
Before Driden gets the chance to touch the butterfly, it takes flight in search of its next resting spot. Smiling, he gets up and throws his greatsword back over his shoulder then stretches.
OK then! With my energy levels back at maximum, I should have no problems finding Garic's!
With a hop, he returns to his most honorable quest.
Tensek frowns and scratches at the back of his head, "I suppose, although I had nothing of the sort."
"What are you going to do about it?"
He contours his face into a silly looking smile. "Excuse me Mr. Storeworker, I need to buy some, er... arrows. Give me three of the werewolf killing ones, three for vampires, three for demons, and um... ur... half a dozen for random things."
He reaches for his bow again, ready to give Tensek another thwack.
"First you got to learn what you'll need."
"Well I know werewolves have an aversion to silver, and vampires succumb to a stake through the heart or so legend says, what are demon's weak against?" Tensek asks with a quizzical tilt of his head.
"Course they don't tend to fit in quivers."
Blackstar takes a swallow from his flask. "Their armour does though. When you melt it down to make arrow heads with it."
"Course even that don't help much." He takes another drink. "At least against demons."
"It's got to be a special sort of iron to hurt those buggrs."
"Ands before ya ask, no I don't have any or know where to get any."
Ahhh...civilization!
Tree after tree, Driden quickly strides to the sound, his greatsword tapping his calf. When he reaches the camp, he stops and peers around a tree.
Not exactly what I was hoping for but it's better then nothing I suppose.
He then decides to wait and watch before approaching the campers. While scratching his left leg with his right foot he catches sight of a gnome who seems a little out of place.
I'm not the only visitor today eh? Driden says before slapping his mouth shut with his hand. After looking around to make sure nobody heard him, he returned his gaze back onto the gnome.
"Perhaps I'll have to go back into teh city to find out," Tensek muses as he looks into the fire.
Blackstar nods. "And don't forget to pick up some whiskey this time."
Mother nature... Odd sounding way to refer to Ordemetrex, but tolerable. All is for all, boy. If there are clothes not being worn, and they fit, and you need them, wear them. Put them where another can use them when you're through. Same goes for need -- if you have extra, and another has need, share!
‘I, share’ Kalthas Says with a sharp huff, seeming as if the words pass over his head 'True, but what if another has extra and doesn’t share what then? Should one do anything...Take? It wouldn't be right to take freely, wouldn't that be theft?’
Blackstar nods. "And don't forget to pick up some whiskey this time."
"Right." Tensek nods, as he gets up, gathers up his things and departs back for the city.
‘I, share’ Kalthas Says with a sharp huff, seeming as if the words pass over his head 'True, but what if another has extra and doesn’t share what then? Should one do anything...Take? It wouldn't be right to take freely, wouldn't that be theft?’
If someone isn't wearing the clothes, they are free to be used. If someone isn't eating the food, it is free to be eaten.
A reasonable person won't take in a way that will cause another to go cold and hungry, he adds.
Further back in the camp, the woman tending the fire turns and waves to Driden in a welcoming manner.
Sorry to bother you all miss, I'm a little lost...His last word is promptly followed by a load growl from his tummy. Blushing, he pats his stomach and looks at the fire. Did I mention I was a little hungry too?
Driden then looks back at the woman and proceeds to give her the biggest puppy eyes she's ever seen.
‘I guess I’m not the only one loosen there way around here…I might as well cut to the chase. I heard that there’s been a loose of stock from a local farm that’s put them out of pocket a bit. Well enough to make a dent. Its not enough to make them go cold or hungry my friend but it if it keeps up there likely be heading that way. Do you get me? I don’t mean to point the finger at you but it what I’ve hear.’ Kal’thas pauses to watch the reaction on the figures face.
Take to your need, brother. She glances towards the little group talking to the gnome, and then whispers to Driden, I wouldn't say 'no' to help with the washing up, though.
The cleric raises an eyebrow as he responds to Kal'Thas' accusation.
'Farm' suggests ownership, and ownership is an illusion. My followers understand me better than you, and do not take what is held. All belongs to all.
‘Hey look here I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I’m still a tool. I don’t need a pack of followers to debate a topic or prove a point. Ownership is no illusion brewed up out of thin air, ownership is a lower form of control the very same control you have over your friends here. Yeah sure there free to come and go… Or are they?’
Kal’thas pause glancing at the little group about him as he searches for word then continues, his tone risen and face slowly frowning into frustration.
‘In general society there have been laws put in place so you as a person are not entitled to doing what you are doing. Are you allowed to walk into a house and say I live here? Are you allowed to walk into a shop and say I going to take what I need for week and not pay for it? No. Do you know why? If everyone had the mentality to take what isn’t held, shops would be out of stock and farms would dwindle to nothing. Life would be unstable; this kind of thinking is equal to Goblins and thieves. They take what isn’t held without consent, they take from others too.’
Shaking his head the Gnome stares frustrate at the figure.
‘Ownership isn’t an daydream dreamed up to control others or to have rights over possessions, its to keep order and keep life stable. ’
oC. (Cop those apples)
Ahhhhh!...Thanks a bunches.
Smiling he then looks over at the gnome and notices the tension.
.oO( I wonder whats going on over there)
Our small group will stand as an example of the beauty and peace of mutual support, and common freedom from the burden of 'ownership.'
By the campfire, the young woman stares with barely concealed dismay at the soup pot. Ah... It pleases me that you are satisfied... um, and we all help each other here, so... do you want to peel turnips, or scrub the pot, or chop some firewood?
I suppose I can chop some wood or something but...you wouldn't happen to have any more food would you? I think I'm almost ready for the main course. He says with a hopeful gleam in his eye.
‘Beauty! Come on, I’ve killed goblins that have smelt better and looked cleaner then you.’
Kal’thas spits back clenches his fist in restraint as he looks up at the cleric and groans at his arrogance, and draws himself to silence thinking of words to rebuke his.
‘Your beliefs put into the minds of those around you is control, to an extent. Dam it! Face it. Ownership is real, people have the right of freedom to a degree, but there are rules, and there are consequences for their actions. And taking from others is the equivalent of theft. What you’re doing has consequences. It makes the world go round and time keeps on ticking because of it. Your meaning is going to put you in jail, or worse, its going to kill you and put those around you in danger.’
...
The cleric shakes his head sadly at Kal'Thas, You are filled with anger, young man, you should let it go. Release your anger and breathe in the beauty around you...
He waves over his companions, Come over here, we need to sing!
His followers drift over, forming a semicircle around the gnome, holding hands. One counts out a relaxed tempo, and they begin to sing, swaying in unison...
All we are saying / Is give peace a chance...
Just as Driden kicks a rock and opens his mouth to voice his complaint, the group across the camp starts to sing. Raising an eyebrow, he walks towards the gnome.
Hmmm
When the young sorceror reaches the group, he stands behind the gnome and bends down to talk into his ear.
Whats going on here?
‘All I did was try and talk this guy into seeing what he was doing is wrong…and then I get this. ’
If this is what happens when you talk to him about his wrong deeds then maybe you should just leave him alone. They don't seem like bad people and I would also prefer not to lose my hearing at such a young age.
Driden then returns his gaze back the gnome and shrugs.
“I've seen you before, and you've seen me. We've crossed paths more then once.”
He says to the large golden brown bird, which replies with a cry of it's own.
“The question is however, are you following me, or am I following you?”
For a second Gilgiga could have sworn that the eagle shrugged, that was silly. Eagles are birds, birds are vocal creatures, why would one ever resort to an action as human as gesticulation.
“Guess you're right, why does it matter, if we're going to the same place who is following who?”
With that the eagle spread it's wings, and made the quick hop down to Gilgiga. There it towered over him as it looked down into the remaining embers of the druid's cooking fire. Gilgiga looked into the eyes of the great bird and saw the fire reflecting of off it's dark interior. Eyes that could see better then any man, eyes that reflected a world in simple patterns of predator and prey, necessity and waste.
So Gilgiga rose to his feet, and then loomed a head taller then the raptor, and looked into the dieing coals himself. The eagle looked up into Gilgiga's dark orcish eyes and saw a social creature, one that relied on it's pack, it's troop, teamwork to survive. Yet, the eagle could see that Gilgiga didn't belong, half a mix that could understand neither side of his existence. One such as Gilgiga had to either be a brute, or a survivor. The light that the eagle saw in the Man-orcs face said it was the later that caused him to be here today.
Gilgiga brought his eyes level with those of the eagle, and they reached an understanding. The wisdom in one's function being defined by one's form. The wisdom required for a lone survivor to exist in a competitive world.
The eagle hissed in recognition, and Gilgiga snorted in reply.
A second later the eagle lunged forward and bit into his arm, tearing a hole in the druids tunic, blood trickled out of the open wound.
In reply Gilgiga's meaty palm stuck the eagle upside the head, causing the bird to bleed from it's beak.
The two spent a moment looking each other in the eye once more, then Gilgiga spoke.
“I believe I shall call you Earn.”
The eagle let out an angry hiss of disapproval.
“What? Would you rather I call you Eagle in the merchant tongue?”
The bird let out a chirp of confession.
“Earn it is then.”
With that Gilgiga picked up his bowl, spread his ashes, mounted his pack and left as the eagle picked itself of the ground and flew away.