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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 30, 2015 11:15:25 GMT -5
Continued from A BeginingYou awaken in the pre-dawn twilight, the world outside still slumber, but the light from candles can be seen through a couple windows here and there. A few early risers are walking with heads down most likely wishing they were still under the covers.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 1, 2015 10:17:23 GMT -5
Orellow awakes at first light as he always has. His father's words a ghostly whisper. "C'mon, m'boy. Sooner ya start the day the better you'll finish" He'd then beem at the sleepy Orellow and throw open the window of their tiny log cabin taking in the morning light. Although it had been ages since Orellow was last in a man made structure. He was so adjusted to a forests canopy or a caves stone ceiling he at first didn't reconize he where he was. But after he reminded himself he'd stayed at an Inn he swung his legs to the side of thr bed and hopped out of it striding to the window to open it and takin in the morning as is father had. "Sooner you start..." He muttered softly to himself
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 1, 2015 14:36:54 GMT -5
After finishing your morning routine, you head downstairs to find the room empty compared to last night. A few farmers that drank too much last night groggily prepare themselves for a long day of working. The servers from the prior night are gone, replaced by fresh faces. Even the bartender is gone, replaced by a heavy set woman. Not obese, but well rounded and pretty in the face. Silvia is in the booth at the back, her eyes are red rimed, but she is deftly trimming her nails with one of her daggers. The men of your group don't appear to be present at the moment.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 1, 2015 16:16:04 GMT -5
After collecting his gear Orellow heads down the stairs, his face a smile and greeting everyone he passes with a wave or a nod and as his eyes fall on Silvia he strides over to her. "Good morning, Miss DeRosa!" He waves his hand as he approaches, stopping at the side of the table. "How are you this fine day?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 1, 2015 17:32:23 GMT -5
Silvia grunts, nodding toward the stairs. Turning, you see Rupert descending the last few steps. The man is fully decked out in his adventuring gear, weapons and armour shining as if he spent the entire night polishing them. As Rupert reaches the main floor, the front door opens to let in the Lightbringer, a warm smile upon his lips. As the men reach the table, they both nod to Silvia, who nods in return. The Lightbringer turns to you, and asks, "Did you sleep well?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 1, 2015 17:58:59 GMT -5
Orellow laughs "Miserably so" he reaches up and rubs his neck "Havent slept on anything that wasnt wood or stone in so long, i doubt if a hurricane would've woken me" he laughs again and lets his hand fall. "How about you, Mister Maloy?" he smiles at the young man
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 1, 2015 21:19:58 GMT -5
The Lightbringer smiles, "I slept like a dream. I always do the evening before I go out on a run." The others look at him sideways when he says that, and he looks uncomfortable, "What? I do." Rupert shakes his head, "I couldn't sleep, so I polished my equipment, and sharpened my blade all night." Silvia doesn't say anything, but you get the feeling that she never even went upstairs last night. At that moment Shale steps into the doorway, nods to the lot of you, and steps back outside. "I've known that man for six years, and I don't think I've heard him say more than six words in that entire time." Rupert says with a shrug. He laughs then, "I guess he gives me a new word from his vast vocabulary for every year that I've known him." Everybody laughs then, even Silvia, although her laughter was short lived and she looked angrier than she did before after.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 1, 2015 22:13:59 GMT -5
Orellow sighs at the youth. Then turns to Rupert "As, Ive noticed Mr. Rageblade, you could blind the sun with armour like that" Orellow chuckles at his own joke before nodding back to Shale as he sees him. "Well, I think Mr. Foreststrider as the right idea. Little need for idle chat when there is justice to be served." He smiles at every one and looks down at Silvia thumping his chest in the same way he did last night. Then, he turns and heads out the door with Shale. "Let us go!" he booms with pride.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 2, 2015 11:08:01 GMT -5
The town is active at this time of day, people are traveling to and fro focused on their own business. Women with trays call out that their fruits, vegetables, or pins and ribbons are the freshest, tastiest, sharpest, or prettiest. Shopkeepers becon your party offering food and rations, weapons and armour, potions and scrolls, adventuring gear of all kinds. One fellow walks backward in front of your party for a while offering a dowsing rod that he guarantees will always point toward the safer of two paths, "For just twenty Phoenixs, you will always choose the safest route."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 2, 2015 13:57:31 GMT -5
"Haha!" Orellow laughs. "My apoligies, citizen but Ive little use for a stick that points the safest route. Weather ripe with danger or a walk in the woods, my path is chosen by me with no regrets" and with that Orellow pushes on with his party.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 3, 2015 20:34:21 GMT -5
The man tries variants of his pitch out on each member of your party, but with a similar success rate. After one final attempt to your whole group, he bows awkwardly while backing up and moves off to the side of the road again. When you reach the gates, the bored looking guards are motioning wagons and people into the city. Mostly farmers carts loaded with vegetables or fruit, merchant trains with their guards and outriders or wary looking travelers. Some have horses, but most do not. When you reach the gate the lead guard waves a wagon into the city, saying with almost no inflection, "Move along please, no pushing now." Like he had said that phrase thousands of times.
Once outside the city, the group heads south for a few hours before the ground becomes very rocky. The road as often snakes around hills now as it does cutting through them. Before long your party is struggling up one hill only to jog down the other side, repeating it as soon as you reach the valley between hills. "We're only a few hours out now." Ruperts calls over his shoulder.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 4, 2015 19:39:40 GMT -5
Orellow travels with the party, sometimes making small talk to learn a lil more about his companions, like how they met, what each thinks of the other. Standard stuff one might be curious about without much rhyme or reason besides simple small talk. Orellow will likely prattle about his youthful days in the forest of Yore working with his father who was also a ranger. When Rupert calls out. "Only a few hours?" He asks "Wonderous! I was hoping to get my routine jog in before we mashed some goblin skulls" he laughs at his own joke and then he'll deviate from the group "Go ahead, Ill catch up" he say and disappear behind some rocks (20+4 Survival (untrained) for food from the surrounding area)
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 5, 2015 17:44:50 GMT -5
The conversation goes well with the Lightbringer, he is more than happy to answer all of your questions. All of his replies are light and cheery. He also asks you a lot of questions in return, you think he asked four questions for each question you asked him. He never seemed intrusive, but he had a way of digging right to the stuff you didn't really want to talk about, or were keeping secret. Rupert is happy to answer questions, asking a few of his own. Silvia gives short answers, if she answers at all and never asks anything in return. Shale offers you some of his pipe, which he lit when you started toward him after working your way through the rest of the group. Whether or not you accept, he only gives grunts or shrugs that could mean anything in response to all of your questions.
When you deviate from the group, they take it in stride. They probably think you have to answer the call of nature. A short while into your foraging You notice Shale following your tracks until he comes upon you. When he sees what you're doing he nods, and points back toward the group. After about an hour total, you manage to gather a sizable quantity of food: several large tubers, a collection of berries, and a hare that wasn't quick enough to outrun your crossbow bolt.
It takes another half an hour to catch back up to the party. Lucky for you, you wanted to get a jog in before bashing Goblin skulls. When you arrive, Shale nods, smiling at your various finds. The Lightbringer says, "Thank the Light you're alright." Even Silvia seems to loose a fraction of tension, however small. You're not even sure Rupert knows you've returned, he is totally focused on the area ahead of the party. His eyes roving back and forth over the terrain as if expecting an ambush from behind every tree.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 5, 2015 18:33:45 GMT -5
The Lightbringer will discover a happy childhood living in the woods with his father. But, his teens are where his demons hide. The death of his father (which was hard on him) and going to live with his Mother only to discover his Mother had been suckered into a Cult. Orellows mother was killed and her debt forced onto him. A phrase come up in the conversation which holds a deep meaning for Orellow. It was one his father had told him while he was picking through the pockets of a dead bandit something he did religiously whenever he and his father killed a group of them; "You've got a Dragon's hunger, son". Orellow has a happy conversation with Rupert. Silvia's short answers are taken in stride and often make Orellow's smile widen. He tries a puff of Shales piper but chokes in it slightly from inexperience, he laughs this off.
After the hunt Orellow nods back at Shale and chuckles at the lightbringer, then raises his catch to the group. "Nature's bounty is plentiful this day, friends" He laughs "Anyone for a meal before we reach the cave?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 8, 2015 16:29:16 GMT -5
Everybody looks at one another as you show up with all the food. There is a simultaneous group wide shrug, and then the preparations for making camp began. Not the full preparations of a sleeping camp, with defenses, alarm lines and sleeping areas prepared, but a simple affair with a campfire, and a couple fallen logs for sitting. The food is prepared by Shale, who carries a two foot square piece of leather rolled up, and bound with leather thongs. Inside the rolled up leather is a collection of spices. With the spices he prepares a perfectly cooked meal. Each of you is left full enough to be satiated, but still able to move. Conversation is as light hearted as it has been since you've known this group. Everybody chatting casually except Shale, who puffs contentedly on his pipe saying nothing. Not a word is spoken about battles, Goblins or bears. One awkward moment happens when Silvia tells a story about her now dead husband, she reaches back toward the log beside her has if reaching for his hand. You can see realization cross her face, as her hand clenches into a fist, and her smile fades. Rupert decides that now is a good time to break camp, and everybody makes themselves busy packing away their belongings. Shale takes a few minutes as the rest of you start away to hide the camp. You glance back when he is finished, and can't even tell that there was a camp there.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 8, 2015 17:11:26 GMT -5
After the meal is done and the gear packed Orellow distances himself from the group before he draws his sword and sticks it into the ground. Kneeling before it and lowering his head he whispering a prayer before he stands, sheathing his blade. His expression quickly fading from serious to his usual smile when his prayer is finished. "Haha! Onwards! We've got an injustice that needs correcting!" He catches up to the others slowing to a walk up in the front beside Rupert.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 8, 2015 17:31:46 GMT -5
Rupert points down a pathway through the trees, "Their camp is about a minute through those trees." As the party starts walking, you get an uneasy feeling. The kinds that says something is wrong here. Your senses kick into overdrive and then you see it, the slightest glint of sun shining off metal in that tree over there. Scanning the treetops you notice several other signs of occupation. There are Goblins in the trees!
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 8, 2015 18:09:38 GMT -5
(OOC: *groans* I gotta say it, don't I? Well, I don't have to but, I'm going to anyway. Ahem...)
"Its a trap!" Orellow shouts doning his shield, and drawing his blade ready to block/dodge any arrows that fly, and to butcher first Goblin that comes near.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 9, 2015 7:56:09 GMT -5
Your group immediately breaks into action, with you and Rageblade moving forward, and assuming a defensive stance. The Lightbringer stands between you both, but back a few feet. To his left is Silvia, twin daggers in hand. Lastly, to his right is Shale, his bow out with an arrow knocked. Everybody scans the trees ahead, and steadily each party member points out another Goblin hiding in the trees. Between the lot of you, the group notices about eight Goblins. The woods thickens so the path is the easiest route to the Goblin lair about a hundred feet away. Some of the Goblins are hidden near the entrance of the path, while others are hidden further inside the treeline.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 9, 2015 9:33:47 GMT -5
"Well, Mister Rageblade, I believe it is time for us to act in our plan. But, it will be a shame to see that shiny amour scratched by these creatures." Orellow laughs a bit. "We must draw their fire and avoid damage so the others can pick them out of the trees" He speaks this quietly to the man beside him, his lips hidden behind his sheild. Then Orellow steps forward, banging his sword's hilt off of his sheild to create a loud bang. "To the cowardly creatures up in the trees. Your end is neigh! Orellow Avnec has come to claim your souls. This is your one and only warning. Flee! You've no chance against us. Fight us and you will fall!" Orellow shouts this loud enough for every goblin to hear and then he resumes his defensive stance.
Ready action to dodge the first incomming attack.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 20, 2015 13:57:31 GMT -5
A Goblin voice shouts back from the trees, "So you replaced the man we killed last time eh? Good. The bear is getting hungry again, and there isn't enough meat on your friend's body to feed him anymore." Laughter comes from several Goblin throats, and the Lightbringer shouts, "Silvia NO!" Abruptly a lot happens all at once. Silvia sprints ahead of the group shouting vile curses at the Goblins as she runs, arrows rain down around her from the trees. Rupert growls, "Damn it!" before charging after her. Shale is taking aim, while the Lightbringer looks like he will be running forward to support the rest.
Init: Silvia, Goblins, Rupert, Orellow, Shale, Lightbringer
Positioning (number is distance from treeline): Silvia 40ft, Goblins 0ft + 10-20ft up in trees, Rupert 60ft, Orellow 100ft, Shale 100ft, Lightbringer 100ft
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 20, 2015 18:09:25 GMT -5
Orellow turns to Shale. "Start dropping them from their perches, if you would" He looks at the lightbringer next. "ill need you up with Mr Rageblade" He takes off after Silvia but stops by Rupert to whisper "We must draw their fire away from Miss Derosa" and then he comes up behind Silvia. "Ha! They talk!? Mr. Rageblade, you didnt inform me these lil green men were capable of speech, Id figured they'd just be bumbling morons who'd gotten lucky. But, now i see they've some degree of intelligence, at least they're about as smart as a squirrel considering" He says this in his happy booming voice, making sure the goblins can hear his every word. "If your pet his hungry, please, bring him out, id be happy to give him something to chew or is it hes stuck up in a tree as well?" he laughs loudly. Causually twirling his sword between his fingers as his shield lay slack in his hand.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 21, 2015 20:20:46 GMT -5
Shale smoothly draws a white fletched arrow to his cheek, releases a breath and lets it fly. The arrow vanishes into the trees, followed by a Goblinoid form dropping to the forest floor. The Lightbringer moves forward, actively dodging left and right to avoid any projectiles aimed at him. Silvia continues running under a hail of projectiles from the trees. When she gets close enough she skids to a stop, and hurls a dagger up into the branches above. A Goblin yelps, and shouts down a vile curse in response. With Silvia now stationary, the hail of projectiles strike true. Several shafts of steel tipped wood protrude her body, one in her arm, another in her leg and another right in the middle of her stomach. Silvia doubles over and collapses with a strangled scream that cuts off forebodingly. As Silvia collapses, Rupert shouts angry sounds that might actually be words, but you can't make any of them out. He continues charging headlong toward the enemy.
Positioning in Init order (number is distance from treeline): Silvia 10ft(dying), Goblins 0ft + 10-20ft up in trees, Rupert 20ft, Orellow 40ft, Shale 100ft, Lightbringer 80ft (Dodging)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 22, 2015 21:58:01 GMT -5
Foolish girl. Orellow thinks and drops his sword to run over to Silvia's body. When he gets there he kneels over her body and lifts his sheild up to try and block any incomming fire. He grabs the unconscince girls arm and pulls her up, leaning into catch her on his shoulder he then moves his hand down to the belt of her pants and grabs into it, to hoist her up onto his shoulder as he stands movig his body as needed to adjust her weight so its comfortable. He then turns to his side (his body turned to the right of the goblins), keeping his left shielded arm up as he looks around to his right where he sees the rest of the party and looks to find a thick tree, or a log, a big rock, anything he can get behind to treat her wounds.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 23, 2015 6:28:02 GMT -5
You sheath your blade as you move toward your fallen companion, driving the blade home with a loud clack. As you reach her, you lunge forward with shield extended to deflect an incoming attack. Straddling her fallen form you get a moment to take stock of your surroundings. Rupert has disappeared into the trees. Shale once again draws feathers to face, and looses to the sound of falling Goblin. The Lightbringer throws caution to the wind, and runs headlong toward the treeline, shouting, "Take cover in the trees Orello, I will be right there." As you adjust Silvia on your shoulders, you see that the Goblins have shifted their attention to the Lightbringer, who take a glancing blow from the incoming arrows. Another bowstring snaps, but this time from ground level. The sounds is followed by a Goblin snarling in pain. Shale deals death from afar once again, his precision with his bow is remarkable given that the Goblins have really good cover. The Lightbringer reaches where you're still carrying Silvia, and shouts to the heavens, "By the radiant glory of Pelor, be healed!" His hands are surrounded by a glowing blue-white aura. When he touches Silvia, her wounds glow blue-white before stitching themselves shut. Silvia wakes with a deep inhalation of breath, followed by a loud shouted curse. She immediately struggles out of your grasp, the rage in her eyes battling with her guilt at her actions, "I'm sorry, and thank-you." She says, sounding abashed.
Positioning in Init order (number is distance from treeline): Silvia -10ft, Goblins x5 (1 wounded) 0ft to -20ft & 10-20ft up in trees, Rupert -10ft, Orellow -10ft (Dodging for Silvia), Shale 100ft, Lightbringer 20ft.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 23, 2015 16:19:34 GMT -5
"Thank me, when its over, Miss Derosa" Orellow says and draws his blade once more, banging its hilt off his shield to create a loud bang as he turns to the Goblins. "C'mon! Are you cross eyed? Or stupid? Can't a single one of you miserable little creatures hit me!?" He roars spreading his arms in a display but keeping his legs ready to dodge the moment they set their sights on him.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 27, 2015 15:58:54 GMT -5
Silvia draws two new daggers, looking mournfully at where she fell to Goblin arrows, at where her best brace of daggers lay. The Goblins shoot at whomever is closest to them. Rupert takes a minor flesh wound, before he fires again, finishing off the Goblin he wounded before. You move a bit into the open, and taunt them to draw their fire. Shale launches another deadly shaft, dropping another Goblin from the treetops. The Lightbringer steps in behind you, one hand resting between your shoulderblades. "The healing power of Pelor walks behind you Orello." Silvia breaks from the trees whirling, her wrist snaps back and forward, and the glint of steel flickers through the air. A gurgling sound is heard above, and another Goblin falls from the trees. A pair of Goblin arrows bounce harmlessly off your shield. Rupert fires into the trees, but the thunk of arrow hitting tree is his only reward. You're up.
Positioning in Init order (number is distance from treeline): Silvia -10ft, Goblins x2 0ft to -20ft & 10-20ft up in trees, Rupert -10ft, Orellow -10ft (Dodging), Shale 100ft, Lightbringer 20ft.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 29, 2015 18:18:07 GMT -5
Orellow looks back at The Lightbringer and nods. He walks forward till he can be no closer continuing his taunts. "Ha! Would ya look at this, for all that talk of feeding me to your lil pet it seems the lot of you are dropping like flies and neither one of ya managed ta put a single scratch on me!"
Orellow move up 5 feet and dodge action.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 29, 2015 19:56:15 GMT -5
Shale breaks into a run, headed for the trees. You guess correctly, that he has no more targets visible from that distance. The Lightbringer moves with you, keeping his hand pressed between your shoulder blades. Silvia slips into the foliage, and you loose track of her in the trees. The Goblins both fire arrows at you, one of which you easily deflect aside with your shield. The other glances off the inside of your shield while your arm is extended to deflect the first, striking you in the forearm. (6 damage) Blue-white energy explodes out of your wound almost immediately as the Lightbringer finishes a quick prayer. Both the pain and the wound itself are gone. Rupert moves to meet Shale, providing him cover as you are doing to the Lightbringer. Although you're not sure what he intends to block with while holding a crossbow. You're up.
Positioning in Init order (number is distance from treeline): Silvia -10ft, Goblins x2 0ft to -20ft & 10-20ft up in trees, Rupert 20ft, Orellow -10ft (Dodging), Shale 20ft, Lightbringer 20ft.
(OOC: I rolled a nat 20, and a 16 for one of the Goblins with disadvantage.)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 1, 2015 14:23:16 GMT -5
Orellow looks at his where his was wound and then back up to the goblins. "Come now! Is that the best you've got? A squirrel throwing acorns does more lasting damage then you miserable green wretches" Orellow laughs tauntingly.
(OOC: Its moments like these when i wish i had more than a sword, shield and rapiers, remind me to pick up some javlins or spears or something. I still want Orellow to be close combat but this is silly)
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