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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 12, 2018 15:37:53 GMT -5
Fillin's face is alight after saying you'd have breakfast first and he's quick to dash to the fire pit you dug out. "I see..." The green girl says crossing her arms under her chest and looking at the fallen creature. "Still, it is strange for a bear, having scales and the like" She looks over it. "Its almost like...." She begins but shakes her head. "Well, whats done is done, I hope your talky thing with the priest goes well" She says priest as if its a foreign word to her and then vanishes into the green, seeming to be swallowed up by the grasses and leaving no trace of her. You have breakfast. Its lovely. Fillin seems to have found some eggs from somewhere and they fry up nicely on his skillet that seems to contain generations of fresh cooked meals ingrained into the steel, though it appears as if its never been used.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 12, 2018 18:58:16 GMT -5
The meal is eaten quietly, Xanadu already thinking about the day ahead. He does nod at the boy, mentioning simply, "It's good." in reference to the food. With the morning routine sorted, Xanadu gets the camp packed up and begins the trek back to town. His hand drifts to the place where the other orb is stowed, and a small part of him hopes they encounter the other gender of lizard folk while they travel. Once back in town, Xanadu wastes no time making his way to the Temple of Bahamut.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 14, 2018 15:54:09 GMT -5
Fillin beams at your approval of the meal and you two enjoy your meal. Once everything is packed, the fire pit buried in and the tent packed up you two take off to the city about an hours travel, its peaceful as the Lizardfolk don't go near the city very often save for sparse attacks here and there. So, you arrive to Town without an issue and go through the bustling town to the Temple where the High priest is giving what you believe is a sermon but is more like a debriefing to a rather large group of weapon weighted warriors.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 14, 2018 17:13:22 GMT -5
Xanadu takes a place in line of sight of the High Priest, far enough back to not overhear anything that isn't meant for his ear. He takes this time to prepare his belongings to make his report. With everything set, he waits for the High Priest to call him over. Once he has been summoned he greets the High Priest with the respect due his station, and presents his findings using the maps he gathered.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 14, 2018 17:38:54 GMT -5
The High Priest acknowledges you with a nod and returns to his talk. You hear a squeak behind you and turn to see Fillin pointing with his hand over his mouth. You follow his finger and see a man in green cloth and brown studded armor with a symbol of a fist clutching lightning, standing near by with a smile on his face. He's tall with black slicked hair and a single curl on his forehead. You sure he's a man but he has no beard, not even a sign of one. Human's are strange. But the main thing you notice are his weapons. A short sword with a marred handle and a shield half haphazardly on his back over top of his backpack. His arm is perched on the hilt of his sword as he stands there relaxed. Whats with his facade? He treats his weapon and shield so carelessly but they're in pristine condition. The hilt looks like it was handled by goblins but you'd wager anything its as sharp as new. Its handle is worn by a master's use and the shield is been rebuffed expertly. Both weapons seems like they're well taken care of so why act like he doesn't care? "I apologize" He booms with a light laugh. "I did not not realize there was a line" He laughs as if he made some grand joke. You can't imagine what it was though. Fillin seems less disturbed by the loud man, although it disturbs you somewhat that a man that loud didn't make the slightest noise coming in. After a while, the priest still seems engrossed in his instruction, the noisy man takes it as a cue to talk with you. "So, why have you come to the Temple today?" He asks
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 14, 2018 17:53:32 GMT -5
Xanadu appraises the man, taking in the various details of his weapons and other equipment, and his distinct lack of a proper beard. "I come to the Platinum Dragon's Temple for the same reason anyone comes." His thumbs hook behind his belt buckle, the holy symbol of Bahamut, before he finishes, "To serve Bahamut." Seeing the symbol on the other man's attire, he adds, "Even a man in service of Heironeous, God of Valour comes to serve in his own way."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 19, 2018 17:46:35 GMT -5
The man looks at his chest and then smiles at you. "Very much so" He laughs. "For my part I am seeking the assistance of Bahamut to help in slaying a particular Wyvern" He says his features growing dark for a mere moment before dissipating as if they were never there. "Rather strange request, I think" He admits with a laugh.
"Xanadu, my son" The High Preist says, getting your attention. Seems the others have parted and he's waiting for your report.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 20, 2018 10:54:21 GMT -5
Xanadu’s lips actually curl back like an angry dog, “Wyvern are a scourge that should be purged from existence.” The vehemence of his words is shocking when compared to his previous demeanor. This man hates Wyvern-kind.
The hate is brushed aside like it was never there as the high priest speaks. The Dwarf snaps to attention like a soldier, and moves to the priest. He delivers a report about the locations of the various tribes in the swamps around Clifton. Then he waits for the priest.
When the conversation is finished, he gestures to the newcomer and says, “This man asks for help with a Wyvern, may I stay to hear him out? You know my feelings on Wyvern. I’d like to help.”
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 21, 2018 16:28:18 GMT -5
The man seems startled by your sudden shift but quickly you find a smile on his face again. "I have little love for the winged beats as well" He laughs.
"Very well done" The Priest says looking over the map. "We can now work toward our next goals in earnest, knowing is half the battle after all" He says with a draconic smile. "I have your belt, its in the back, but first, I must see to this man" He says nodding to the grinning fellow.
"I was hoping you would say that" The priest says with a knowing smile. "Mr. Avnec, I have been expecting you" You see the smiling man's eyebrows shoot up. "You've heard of me then?" He, Mr. Avnec, asks with a laugh. "Not quite, I received a foretelling of you, you have an important task ahead for your own reasons but it is the first step in my dwarvish friend's journey to retribution" the priest says welcoming the man in closer. Orellow tells the tale of a battle at sea, your sure he's making some parts sound grander than needed but the long and the short of it is that he took the tail off a wyvern and that wyvern took his javalin and he needs the help of the Church to slay the beast. Your kind of mission. The prist turns to you and smiles once the man, Orellow Avnec, as you now know, finishes. "Will you assist him?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 21, 2018 18:06:28 GMT -5
Throughout the story the Dwarf seems far away, perhaps the distant past or some distant location that haunts his memories. He still follows along, but his eyes tell the tale of some past misfortune. Hatred of Wyvern, and past misfortune often go hand in hand to the survivors. When the offer is made, the Dwarf nods his agreement. A smirk creeping up one side of his mouth, as his other hand clenches his warpick's hilt. You're sure that he is unaware of his hand motion, and probably the smirk for that matter. The Dwarf's eyes sharpen, and he asks a bunch of questions about the location of the creature, it's size, and colouring. Other questions seem less important, but he asks about them with as much insistence as the others. When the attacks happened? How the other Wyvern were acting in the area? After asking everything, Xanadu makes plans to meet up at the Wayfarer's Rest the following morning.
After Master Avnec has taken his leave, Xanadu waits to see if the priest has anything further to add. Prompting questions about future plans if he doesn't seem like he's going to open up. Regardless, he finishes out the conversation by explaining his meetings with the Green Woman, and what supplies will be needed to get the Swamp Temple built.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 23, 2018 10:39:19 GMT -5
Orellow answers all the questions as he's best able. When you dive into the nitty gritty, the jokes end and Orellow is deadly serious, giving every detail with the measure of a practiced warrior.
"For now..." The priest says. "I wish for you to remain on task, we will see to things here, you see to that Wyvern" He says with a kind draconic smile and a pat on the shoulder. "Come now" He says and ushers you into his study to receive your belt. Along the way you give your account of things that occurred. "A farmer you say?" The old Silver half-dragon gains a look of deep interest at the Lizardman you talked too. "A dryad?!" He says astonished and laughs. "And one willing to build our temple with guards and all, quite the amazing feat, my son. The materials will need to be procured from the Feywilds, but some gold and a few well places messages will see to that" He informs you with a smile.
YOU GOTTA BELT OF HEALING~ (Zelda's chest music XD and also 150xp for mission accomplished, well done, sir)
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 24, 2018 13:33:39 GMT -5
Xanadu nods to the half-dragon, and moves off to one of the chambers reserved for the priests and clerics to sleep. Once he finds an available bunk, he stashes his equipment and moves back into the temple proper. Retrieving some cleaning supplies, Xanadu sets to work cleaning and polishing to earn his bunk for the night. Although not expected to pay room and board, he always likes to contribute in other ways. Even if those ways are just simple chores. With his dues paid, Xanadu retires to his bunk. Pulling out his new Healing Belt, Xanadu transfers his own belt buckle featuring the holy symbol of Bahamut onto it, and readies his pack for travel in the morning.
Come the morning, Xanadu leaves before dawn. He arrives at the Wayfarer's Rest as the first rays of the sun top the horizon. Xanadu nods back to Larry, even though they've never met. His eyes widen when he sees a server cross his path with a bust as big as his beard, she moves like an adventurer rather than a commoner. He takes a seat at the bar while he waits for Orellow, and speaks idly with the patron of this establishment Old Borris.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 24, 2018 15:07:22 GMT -5
As you make your start to the bunks the Wrymspeaker takes Fillin's shoulder. The halfing visibly jumps at the large clawed hand that all but consumes his shoulder. "I would like a word with you, young man" The priest says with a warm and almost foreboding smile. "In private" he adds when you stop along with Fillin. You nod and head in to find yourself a bunk with the image of the halfing boy, the smallest you've ever seen him. After getting your gear settled in you head back to the main chamber to see if Fillin is done with the Priest. You find the priest there alone, shaking his head. You are informed that Fillin isn't a full cleric yet and left before his training was complete because of his over eagerness to be an adventurer. So, the priest had one of the acolytes see him back to his temple. You nod your head and stoically turn to find the taskmaster but before you go you hear the Priest say: "If I love something I will set it free, if it was meant to be then one day it will find me" it almost sounds like verse to a very sad song. Your quick to find the taskmaster and the old Dragonborn woman is more than happy to give you a mop and bucket to see to the floors, which you do with every bit of pride that you have. Your day is spent mopping every last inch of the temples floors and your night is peaceful, rest finds you easily enough.
You trip to the Wayfarer's Rest is unusually quiet. The bustle of the city is still there but you somehow miss the clink of pans that followed behind you. You have a nice gossip riddled chat with Ol' Borris.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 25, 2018 13:31:26 GMT -5
Orellow descends down the stairs of the Wayfarer's Rest, drawing in the smell of smoke, ale, and the morning meals as he rolls his right shoulder back till it pops. He winces a bit but sighs in relief as the stiffness that he had been struggling with fades. Orellow seems the picture of dishevelment. His clothes and armor arranged haphazardly, his black hair stuck up in various ways, the front curl looking crooked. He also has various scratches and wounds as if he's just stepped from a lion's den rather than coming from his room upstairs. The most prominent of his marks are four claw-like marks across half of his neck. He meets eyes with the Dwarf and offers a wave as he approaches the table and orders his meal. "I do not believe we have been formally introduced" He says offering the dwarf a smile. "I am Orellow Avnec, seeker of truth and former Ranger the Floral Forest" He sits himself up proudly at that but regrets it afterward as pain shoots through various limbs. He pauses a moment and taps his head as punishment for forgetting formalities. "Ahh, right! Dwarf. You have particulars about family... Uh... I am Orellow Avnec, son of Bran, son of Calvain" He corrects with a smile.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 26, 2018 7:35:50 GMT -5
(Oh man, this character just developed a bunch more character. /excitement)
The Dwarf smiles knowingly at the man, "Me thinks you might have a Tigress problem Master Avnec." He scratches absently at his own neck about where Orellow has the scratches. After the formal introduction, the Dwarf stands offering a half bow, "Xanadu Clanless, son of no one, son of no one." He speaks gruffly, with an undertone of sadness, "I've taken the name Wyvernbane, and intend to earn that name during this trip." Without another word, the Dwarf heads for the door.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 26, 2018 17:39:16 GMT -5
Orellow cringes at his own tactlessness and feels a small hand slap the back of his skull further adding to his pain. He sighs and makes a mental note to make it up to the Dwarf before following him out of the Tavern and toward the city gate.
After exiting the gates and trudging through the swamp for a while in silence Orellow speaks up. "You seem to have a bit of distaste for the scaled beasts, pardon if its prying I am only curious" He says seeming to choose his words carefully.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 3, 2018 5:38:03 GMT -5
The Dwarf glances at you, still with a dour expression, "Aye lad, we've met before." His face takes on a sad cast, especially around the eyes. He turns away and keeps trudging through the swamps in silence. Apparently distracted, it's up to you to notice the half dozen Lizardfolk that have taken up ambush positions just ahead. Two behind that shrub (DC 12), one peeking up from behind a rise in the land (DC 14), one laying in long grass (DC 15), and the last two almost fully submerged in a pond, their eyes sticking up like a hunting alligator (DC 20).
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 4, 2018 14:19:01 GMT -5
Orellow frowns to himself. Had he hit another nerve? Without much of his earlier concern Orellow's pace halts and he grabs the dwarf's shoulder. "He have company" Orellow whispers to him and steps ahead of the dwarf. "You two, in the bushes" He announces aloud, nodding his head toward where they are. "Come out. I'm strange to these parts but where I hail its polite to introduce yourself before you take a life." He says with a smile. "I am Orellow Avnec. Former Ranger of the Floral Forest" He accentuates his name, driving the point home that he has ever intention of slaughtering the lot of them. Despite his jolly smile, he exudes blood lust like a beast before its prey. He makes sure to cast his hunting eyes over to the one behind the rise and the 4th one in the tall grass. Making it clear that neither of them escaped his sight. He remains blissfully unaware of the two in the water.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 8, 2018 10:41:18 GMT -5
Xanadu's pick is in his hands in an instant, but not held up ready for combat. Instead, just held down beside himself. The four Lizard Folk picked out by you step out from their hiding places, one setting aside a woven basket filled with strange mushrooms and berries. They're all armed with simple, but effective looking clubs. Each one has rows of what appears to be teeth, or rib bones sticking out the side. Two of them draw out a fist full of javelins, and lift one over their head at the ready to throw. Xanadu curses his own ineptitude, 'being distracted by old memories in this place can get you killed fool.' With focus returned Xanadu steps forward, arms outstretched. His weapon's bladed side nearest to the ground, "Hold friends, let us not fight." Xanadu calls out in Draconic. Stepping in front of Orellow Xanadu speaks again, quieter for Orellow alone, and this time in common, "If we can avoid bloodshed here, it would be to our benefit. We have to travel through their territory almost the entire way to the cliffs. I for one do not wish to be fighting off war parties the entire way." Addressing the Lizard Folk in Draconic once more, he continues, "We are just passing through your territory. We do not seek any trouble from your kind. My name is Xanadu, and I have worked the water gardens with one of your kind." He goes on to describe the fellow, his colouring and the pattern of his scales, even the location of the water garden to lend specifics to his story. "I do not wish to fight those that I have helped to feed."
Persuasion is totally not my thing, and yet I keep having to make these rolls: 10+0=10
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 13, 2018 16:01:51 GMT -5
Orellow looks at the dwarf and then at the Lizardfolk and shrugs. He then leans his weight on one foot, looking to take a relaxed stance as he watches things unfold. Though he's as relaxed as a cougar about to pounce (17+4=21 Deception)
The lizardfolk look at you questioningly and seem to talk among themselves for a time. A minute passes that seems like it takes much longer due to the tension. Then the Lizardfolk turn to you. You ready for the worst. "This day brings luck, bearded one" One of them says. Green scaled, like the others but with a clear scar on its (her?) right hand that look like a bite mark. Perhaps from some Beast in the swamp. Orellow might know what caused it. With that, the rest sink into the bog or slowly back into the brush, disappearing almost right before your eyes one by one. Until only bitten hand remains with a nod it also goes into the brush. The tension of combat seems to dissipate but now you have an acute awareness like you're being watched. Guess you can't expect them to just let you wander free through their territory.
You continue on your walk. Orellow seems to cast his eyes this way and that, Occasionally the direction he looks produces a shake from the brush or ripples in a water hole. "For every one I think I see I would wager there is 4 more I do not, but I doubt they will be a bother. Still, I would keep yourself at the ready just in case" He warns quietly through a smile that seems to take in the surrounding area like a tourist on a trip.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 18, 2018 3:22:02 GMT -5
Xanadu nods, "They're not so bad once you get to talking to them. Although, the Black Scale tribe is known to attack on sight." Xanadu continues his trudging march through the swamps for a time, before speaking up again, "So why is this javelin so important to you? I could make you a javelin out that fallen branch over there." He gestures to a fallen branch that might make a decent javelin, "Why go out of your way to track down and kill a Wyvern just to collect a piece of wood?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 18, 2018 5:14:57 GMT -5
A small vibration is felt on Orellow's finger as he all but glides through the swamp. His every stride is sure and unburdened. Plants seem to shift aside for him and he passes through water as if he were walking through air. (Effects of the Ring Of Free Action). "This Javelin is enchanted and very powerful, it also came to me with help from a good companion, so it is quite dear to me" Orellow informs the dwarf simply. Although this is one of Orellow's half truths. The full fact of the matter is simple; it was his. It wouldn't matter if he had a hundred Javelin's just like it or if it was given to him from his worst enemy. What was his belonged to him and neither man nor beast was entitled to it nor would be allowed to hold unless he deemed so. That wyvern had stolen from him and he would rip that Tailless one to shreds for a start. The one that rested on the sea stack would have its time soon enough for daring to touch Ann. Much less the gall to carry her off. Orellow shook off his dark thoughts and continues through the swamp at a leisurely pace, easily keeping up with Xanadu.
A loud squawk is heard off in the distance and Xanadu whirls around to see a bird as big as a man striding through the swamp toward them. With long powerful legs, tiny wings and a wedge-shaped beak the creature squawks and gurgles as it approaches with its tongue out. In a moment Orellow jumps out in front of you and waves you back. "I got this" He says with a smile and bounds toward the creature. The man sized bird flaps its pitiful wings as it jumps up lifting its powerful legs up to Orellow's shoulder. It easily topples the Ranger and pushes him into the marshland the next instant its axe-like beak comes down on his head looking as though it'll split his skull.
(Perception/Insight check to notice that Axebeak be snuggling not hurting.)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 21, 2018 7:59:12 GMT -5
Xanadu watches Orellow move through the swamps, seemingly unaffected by the thorns that catch in his cloak or the mud that tries to pull his boots off. 'That man lopes like a stalking cat.' Xanadu thinks appreciatively. Xanadu nods, "An enchanted weapon is a prize to be sure, I've only just acquired my first bit of enchanted gear." His hand drops to his belt buckle, and he smiles behind his beard. "Well you will be reunited with it soon enough." Xanadu says as he continues trudging through the swamp, with none of the grace of his companion.
With pick in hand Xanadu spins around to face this new threat. Xanadu lets Orellow take the lead because he has never seen such a creature before, but when the beast topples him Xanadu reacts by instinct. Leaping forward as that axe-like beak descends, Xanadu drops his pick and grabs the creatures head, he adjusts his grip, and shifts his body. With a grunt Xanadu heaves, muscles straining he tries to flip the creature over his shoulder onto it's back, and off of Orellow.
Knowledge Nature: 3+2=5 Perception: 2+2=4 Initiative: 19+2=21 Strength (Athletics): 18+6=24
Shoving a Creature: Using the Attack action, you can make a special melee attack to shove a creature, either to knock it prone or push it away from you. If you’re able to make multiple attacks with the Attack action, this attack replaces one of them. The target must be no more than one size larger than you and must be within your reach. Instead of making an attack roll, you make a Strength (Athletics) check contested by the target’s Strength (Athletics) or Dexterity (Acrobatics) check (the target chooses the ability to use). If you win the contest, you either knock the target prone or push it 5 feet away from you.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 22, 2018 5:50:06 GMT -5
You flex your muscles and push with all your might and you feel the strange bird, giving way under your pressure but soon the meaty mass beings to harden and you feel your burden getting hard by the second as the bird pushes back against you. You hear Orellow try to say something but cuts off with pained sound and you redouble your efforts against the beast. It must be hurting him! Surprise Round! Opposed Athletics: 19+5=24. Tie. Nothing happens. See contest rules in Player's Handbook, page 174: If the contest results in a tie, the situation remains the same as it was before the contest. Thus, one contestant might win the contest by default. Orellow watches the Dwarf clash into his Axe Beak and opens his mouth to stop the fighting but Ronok digs its talons into Orellow shoulders and cuts him off as it pushes back against the dwarf. Orellow grits his teeth through the pain and brings his legs up to wrap around his Axe Beak's, he then shifts his weight to throw Ronok off balance. He grunts and heaves with all his might and... Nothing happens. Ronok is completely unaffected by his sad attempt. Orellow then becomes aware of Ronok's emotions. Like a mild version n his own in the back of his head. He feels... Happy? Oh no.... The young Axe Beak thinks this is a game... Init: Orellow: 20+4=24 Xanadu: 19+2=21 Ronok: 14+1=15 Round 1: Orellow: Acrobatics: Nat 1+6=FAIL Xanadu: Ronok: 18+5=23 Athletics to knock Xanadu over. PLAY!!! (Insert scene of Rottweiler from Over The Hedge)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 25, 2018 21:54:52 GMT -5
Xanadu relies on the sturdiness of his ancestors as he shifts his weight, and adjusts his grip around the creature's neck. His muscles surge as he steps forward, trying to drive the creature back off his companion. He gives it everything he has, putting himself off balance knowing that if it isn't enough the creature will surly drive him to the ground with it's counter stroke. Rolls: I hope Ronok fails against me, or I'm screwed on his turn My turn Strength (Athletics): 19+6=25 Resist Ronok Strength (Athletics): 1(nat)+6=7
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 29, 2018 15:35:16 GMT -5
The bird digs its talons into Orellow to push back against your dwarvish might. A louder pained grunt from Orellow causes the beast to jump an it seems confused. Capitalizing on the confusion you bowl the beast over, heaving it over your shoulder and tossing it onto the ground. The giant bird, flails about as it attmepts to get back to its powerful feet and before you can react Orellow has a hand on your shoulder. "He is my companion!" The Ranger groans outloud and turns you to look at him. He's pained and holding his shoulder which appears to be bleeding. As the creature gets to its feet Orellow steps up and puts his hand on its beak. It stops and for a long moment your left wondering if Orellow had gone mad and he's about to lose that hand when the beast nudges itself back against his hand and seems to... Purr? No thats not right, the thing isn't a cat. Trill? Trill's a good word. It seems to trill happily at his touch.
Init: Orellow: Ow. Talons hurt. Xanadu: MAN MODE!!!! Ronok: 2+5 to resist manly dwarfing. Gets wrecked. and flops.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 30, 2018 9:21:03 GMT -5
Xanadu laughs, a hearty belly laugh that shakes his tummy, “That beastie is a friend of yours?” Xanadu watches them interact a moment longer, “Well look at that, I suppose he is at that.” Stepping up, Xanadu attempts to pet the thing while saying, “Sorry about flipping you over, no hard feelings eh?”
Animal Handling: 14+2=16
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 30, 2018 9:26:08 GMT -5
"His name is Ronok, he is an Axe Beak. He is still young yet." Orellow says with a smile removing his hand and locking eyes with the beast. The creature pulls back as you draw closer but a firm look from Orellow steadies Ronok and it allows you to pet it. Though you note it does not trill under your touch like it had with Orellow. Must be a Ranger thing.
(Pass, sir.)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 30, 2018 13:09:11 GMT -5
Xanadu nods after petting the Axe Beak, “You’re a good beastie, you are. Let’s get moving again.” Xanadu sets actions to his words and starts trudging through the bog once again. He avoids the deeper water, never knowing what could be hiding beneath the surface.
The trip to the cliffs goes uneventfully enough, a few close calls with grumpy wildlife, quickly scattered by a loud noise or a grumpier Axe Beak. As the three of you walk along the edge of the cliffs toward your quarry, the massive Wyvern that flew lazily past the ship is spotted a couple hundred feet off the cliff side. Xanadu tenses, and you’re not sure that he’s even aware that his pick is held in a white knuckled grip. He looks ready to stab that monsterous beast, even though it’s well outside of melee range.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 8, 2018 16:28:24 GMT -5
Orellow watches the beast with a small smile, admiring the creature's majesty and control until he notices Xanadu and touches the Dwarves shoulder. Moving in front of his vision and putting his finger to his lips to inform the Dwarf to stay silent and follow him. Orellow easily bounding through the wilderness, swift and silent, ducking under or behind whatever he can as not to be spotted by a wayward Wyvern or any other monstrosity powerful enough to call this place its home. Its best to get to where they are headed quick before this dwarf figures out how to fly into that thing.
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