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Post by DM-Delfon on Dec 22, 2018 22:45:59 GMT -5
Xanadu would rather keep his fingers, and so he avoids feeding Hydra. The bugs don’t bother Xanadu either, he has eaten worse to survive if the need has been pressing. That is not to say that he wouldn’t have preferred meat, like a nice steak or some pork chops, but you make due with what you have on hand sometimes.
Once they start tramping along the border, Xanadu eyes the massive trees with suspicion, ever wary of what could be hidden from view in such a place. “Normally terrain doesn’t divide so clearly. Is there magic involved in keeping the forest and swamp so perfectly separate?” Xanadu finds himself speaking softly, although he’s traveling with a Hydra, so once he realizes he speaks normally after. “What are we looking for? Maybe I can help?”
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Feb 5, 2019 17:12:04 GMT -5
When you ask about the divide Planter seems to halt in his search. "Divide caused by forest. Swamp is swamp, but Forest..." He looks around the green foliage before you. "It is not forest, not as forest should be. Once-Chief think other God at work in forest, that chief melted." He shakes his head again and resumes his search.
"Not looking for, found" He says and signals for you to come over you see a set of foot prints crossing the divide. "Bones come from the Forest" He says looking into the green of the woods and seeming to shake. "Must warn the clan" He says and turns around to head back into the swamp
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Post by DM-Delfon on Feb 12, 2019 21:38:05 GMT -5
Xanadu looks confused, “Melted? One of your previous chieften melted because they thought...” Xanadu trails off here, realizing that the chieften was likely killed by the acidic breath of it’s black dragon ‘god.’ That dragon likely didn’t want his followers believing that just any dragon could be divine. “Nevermind.” Xanadu finishes weakly.
“Wait, what?” Xanadu crosses his arms in front of himself, “You’re telling me you came all this way to look at some footprints? We’re not even going to investigate further?” Xanadu scoffs, “I suppose if there is a threat we should warn our people, but wouldn’t it be better to give them an idea as to what we’re dealing with?” Gesturing toward the woods, “What do you know of this place? Why does it have you so on edge?”
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Feb 16, 2019 18:04:55 GMT -5
Planter slows down and then stops, not turning around as he looks out over the swamp. "Our clan tells a story from when many clans were one. A story of bone men in metal covering coming from this Forest, first few, then many, they killed all they saw and many died then it stopped, no one knows why, no one wanted to look at the gift too seriously less it become a curse" He says and turns to look at the forest. "Scouting is for Quick Claws, it is not the place of a Clanless to scout, I had desire to know if Bones came from Forest and now I know, I desired your company for the journey if more Bone Men came and so you may warn those behind the Great Stone" He says plainly as he looks at you. "The forest is not natural, even Dryads smell of fear when near it, the place is one with a spirit of death" He says his tone seeming haunted and disturbed. He pauses a moment and looks at his feet. "I am on swamp land, there is no edge here, Coast is that way" He says and points off to the side. "Stout Beard has an odd way of talk"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Feb 23, 2019 8:56:10 GMT -5
Xanadu watches Planter while he talks, "So you think there might be an army of undead, er bone men, within the forest? That is something that the people of Clifton need to know about." Xanadu falls silent for a little while, lost in their shared clanlessness while they walk back toward their respective homes. Xanadu runs his hands over his face, mildly annoyed at Planter's literal take on his turn of phrase. He quickly realizes that Planter comes from a different culture, and likely there are things that he wouldn't understand if they continued to travel together. Abruptly, Xanadu stops, "I'm sorry Planter, but I have to investigate those woods. If there is a potential army lurking, our people need to know about it." Xanadu smiles sheepishly, hoping he manages a Lizardfolk turn of phrase, "Perhaps I should have been a Bearded Quick Claws."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Feb 24, 2019 14:42:47 GMT -5
Planter seems to think on this for a time and then... Laughs? He expells air in a way similar to how a laugh works but his sounds forced. "A Bearded Quick Claw, that brings joy" He says through his "laugh". "But" He begins, cutting from the laugh abruptly. "If you mean to find enemies then we shall do so together" He says and strides up beside you at the edge where the two borders meet. "Lead, Bearded Friend, I follow" He says and shuffles his clawed feet, awaiting your movements and following suit with you into the woods.
Survival check.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 5, 2019 18:41:39 GMT -5
Xanadu nods, "Thank you for joining me Friend." His tone indicating that it was more than just a thing to say, this Lizard Folk was growing on him. As an added bonus of this relationship he could study the Lizard Folk, perhaps to the benefit of the followers of Bahamut. He crosses the treeline and begins his exploration of the woods, not really knowing where he's going.
(off to a good start) Survival 6 + 2 = 8
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Mar 16, 2019 23:15:22 GMT -5
You enter the woods and almost immediately feel a shift in tone, a strange disconnect to the world where you once were. You stumble a lil as you enter but Planter seems to lack the problem you do, however he does seem visibly disturbed and given that his face can't express emotion, thats quite a feat.
You brush yourself off, pull up your big dwarf pants and head forward, following the imprints in the forest floor as best you can. About an hour passes of you following them left and right and then left and over a fallen moss covered log and various other obstcles until you arrive at a foot tall hole in the ground where the tracks end. You start to think about how the Bone man could've fit in there when a bunny skids passed your foot and dives into its burrow (The hole). Followed quickly by a Fox that scratches and growls at the hole, being too big to fit in there. Well... Now what?
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 17, 2019 8:00:58 GMT -5
Xanadu sighs, turning to Planter, whispering, "Perhaps I should follow your lead, you seem better suited to the natural world than I am. Unless of course you think that fox is what we've come here to find." Xanadu gestures toward the fox, and smirks to show that he's joking. Xanadu hopes that Planter makes the connection this time, but doesn't really expect him to do so. After they get moving once again, Xanadu keeps his eyes on the surroundings. There is something unsettling about trees, perhaps it's just his Dwarven blood or perhaps it's just this place itself. The way they bend and twist, branches looming down gives him the creeps. Give him a solid mountain of stone, or an endless mine shaft any day over this broken natural wooden palisade.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Mar 18, 2019 1:29:04 GMT -5
Planter nods his head and walks up on the Fox, grabbing it by the tail and hauling it up off the forest floor to snap his jaws into it in one swift motion. He hear the familiar and sickening snap as the Fox's neck as its broken and the creature goes limp. Planter turns back to you and parts his mouth to speak but suddenly the fox lashes out, ripping its claws into Planters arm till the Lizardman is forced to release the creature. The fox itself upon hitting the ground, comically gets back to its feet and runs off into the woods, disappearing from sight. Planter looks from where the fox was last seen to you and back again before he speaks. "Forest not natural" He says grimly and then starts to backtrack through the path you two had followed here. After some time you start to take his words to heart. You've been into woods before, on the occasional visit to lumber mills or during a mission to tell some elves off for something or another. Those places were always bright and vibrant, full of color and sometimes you catch yourself or others in awe of the sights abound. Here? Everything feels... Off... The greens of the grass, the browns of the trees, the blue water, the colors of them seem like they're slightly off from how they should be. As if viewing them from a tinted spyglass. You find yourself trying to see in every direction at once as there is this sense of something staring a hole into your back at all times. You also notice at once that you've barely heard the sounds of animals since entering here. Skittering bugs, singing birds, barking creatures, all of them oddly absent on your trek through the woods. After sometime you come up upon a crystal clear lake and Planter stops in front of it, looking left and right before leaning down and picking at some grass clippings at the water's edge. "Trail ends" He says testing the water with a cautiously clawed finger.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 18, 2019 20:32:41 GMT -5
Xanadu looks aghast at the seemingly dead fox attacking Planter, "Wait, what? Didn't you just kill that bloody thing?" After that Xanadu is on edge more then ever, constantly surveying the area for signs of danger. Xanadu doesn't notice the lack of natural animal noises directly, but that lack does lend to the unnatural feeling this place feel so wrong. When they reach the lake, Xanadu reaches a hand out toward Planter's back, going to stop him from touching the water. He lets his hand fall to his side, Planter knows what he's doing and wouldn't touch the water unless it was safe. "Do you think that skeleton came from the lake? Or perhaps entered the lake from another point?" Xanadu looks back at the path they followed to get here, and thinks about the basic direction it took. If it's a line, Xanadu points across the water to where the line would have started, "How long to reach that area there?" He then explains his reasoning to Planter. "I don't really want to sleep in this place, so let's explore until we have to leave to make camp where we were last night, agreed?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Mar 22, 2019 8:28:08 GMT -5
Planter pauses for a moment at your question and then turns about suddenly, crawling across he ground much more like a lizard than a man till he reaches a tree and begins to climb up it to look out over the lake. You attempt to look to him for conformation of something but the sun shines through the tress into your eyes. After rubbing them to normality you find Planter at the bottom of the tree, looking at you. "Found where bone man come from" He says quietly, as you approach to ask; wtf. Planter has a steel hard look of determination across his scaled features.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 23, 2019 6:22:45 GMT -5
Xanadu watches Planter move along the ground, honestly thinking that it's a little weird, but at this point little about Planter surprises Xanadu. The dappled light filtering through the trees is both comforting and annoyingly bright. Xanadu shields his eyes with his hand and tries to follow Planter's progress without success. Instead, Xanadu focuses on trying to make sure that nothing sneaks up on them in the mean time. With Planter now on the ground, Xanadu glances his way while still keeping an eye on their surroundings, "Can we make it there and out before the sun sets? If so, lead on my friend." If not, we leave and make camp until just before dawn.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Mar 27, 2019 16:03:18 GMT -5
A dark cloud rolls in over the sky, casting the forest in a deep gloom as Planter points his finger along the length of the lake. It seems a little odd, I mean its a lake like any other, large body of water, nothing odd, there is more forest on the other side. Then, a thought dawns on you and you walk out to the lake, clambering up onto a large rock at its side to get a better look. The dark cloud rolls on its way letting the sunlight shine down and you almost wish it hadn't. Skeletons. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands are all at the bottom of the lake, tangled up in a long green grass like-plant. Many have spotted you and reach for the surface, their height making them just unable to breach it. To reach you. You spot where your "bone man" was placed, right near the edge of the lake, just a few feet where you stand, the plants in that place are torn and some pieces float in the water. If they all got loose Clifton's walls would probably hold without too much issue, however the ones outside the walls... The farmers, the Lizardfolk, everyone at the Hole, temporary horse handlers, all of them would be massacred...
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 27, 2019 21:22:53 GMT -5
Xanadu staggers back in horror, "By Bahamut's scales, what is wrong with this place!?" A moment of realization dawns on Xanadu as to what he just said about Bahamut in front of a creature that worships a Black Dragon. He looks to Planter to see his reaction. Quickly, Xanadu brings the conversation to the skeletons, and away from Deities, "If all of those things get loose, or are released..." He drifts off for a moment, doing the calculations, "Clifton will stand behind it's walls, our people outside the walls can retreat there if given enough warning. Do your people have a plan to avoid an army of the dead?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 9, 2019 5:23:12 GMT -5
Planter shakes his head. "Won't flee, this home, and we must protect for God" He says, a slight edge to his voice. As if he wishes it were not that way. "We must return, with haste" He says and turns about, his tail lashing behind him, almost catching you in the chops.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 9, 2019 6:04:50 GMT -5
Xanadu matches pace with Planter, speaking softly as he goes, "By my count of what I just saw there, if you don't flee you would be wiped out. Unless of course you have more than just a hydra to defend yourselves?" Xanadu falls to silence until they get out of the forest and back into the more natural swamp. Xanadu thinks about saying, 'I never thought I'd be happy to return to these swamps.' but thinks that Planter might take offense, so keeps it to himself. "I will head back to Clifton as soon as possible, see if I can't gather some of the clergy to come back and deal with those skeletons. Can you get your people to grant us safe passage through from the city to the forest?" Xanadu asks hopefully, not wanting to destroy the fragile peace that he seems to be building out here.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 9, 2019 16:56:29 GMT -5
Your request gives Planter pause as he seems to consider something, obviously he's dealing with some sort of internal struggle and he nods his head. "I will... Try" He says and hops on the Hydra. The hydra as soon as it hears a loud clack of teeth, tears off into the swamp, running like a big dopey, multi headed, scaled puppy.
Your left alone and with lil else to do make your way to town.
The day itself is uneventful, mostly you cursing as you sink into the boggy water and wishing you had a ranger or lizardman guide. As night falls you come to realization you have no one to watch over you as you set up camp. What do you do?
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 9, 2019 18:07:43 GMT -5
Once Planter has mounted Hydra, and made tracks back toward his people, Xanadu does much the same. He makes his way back toward Clifton using a combination of his Boots of Flying & his Ring of Swimming, rarely if ever trudging through the boggy lands on foot. Since he can travel directly across most of the wetter areas by swimming quicker than most people can walk, and the more difficult areas by just flying over them the progress is sure to be rather quick indeed. Whether he makes it back to town before sundown or not, he continues into the night making sure to save a little flight duration on his boots for overcoming the walls of Clifton.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 13, 2019 1:33:02 GMT -5
With powers combined you successfully make it through the swamp, tho all the trekking all night left you feeling like you could nap forever. (Roll Con Saves vs being exhausted. Lets say 8 of em DC 10) You make it about half way up the city walls before your met by the hard stare of a guard leaning over the side. "Take the door, Dwarf" He warns sternly.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 13, 2019 20:48:57 GMT -5
Con saves (11,8,6,17,11,16,9,2) all at +4, so I failed the last one.
“No.” Xanadu says as he lands on the wall near the guard utterly exhausted from flying, swimming and running for almost eight hours after already having marched around a swamp and a forest for the better part of a day. He puts his hands on his knees and bends over panting for breath for three breaths before adding, “Take me to that Pelorian Temple on the hill as quick as you can, I’ve discovered an army of skeletons that are starting to break free of their bindings.”
Persuasion: 2+0=2
When asking ‘nicely’ doesn’t work, Xanadu switches tactics. “Listen here you light blinded fool. If even one person dies because you delayed me for one instant longer I will personally throw you off of this parapet into the hoard of walking dead. Do you hear me boy?”
Intimidation: 20(nat)+0=20
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 17, 2019 7:53:39 GMT -5
Take 3 lvls of Exhaustion, sir. Your forced march gave you 3 fails. (DC starts at 10 and increases by 1 for every hour after that)
After landing you find your more than simply exhausted. Exhausted happened after hour 10 of your march but you kept on, thanks to your magical assistance, your body isn't overly damaged, as you should've worn holes in your hardy Dwarven boots by this time and probably should have some holes in your feet, iffen you were a human. You feel the pressing weight of tiredness crushing you but you push on. Working your adrenaline and getting mad, your brow furrows as you stare down the guard who seems immediately cowed by your display. He stammers about his inability to leave the wall and how its against protocol to fly over without permission first and how he is just the messenger but another voice comes out of the near by guard tower. "Jean, what're you stammering abo-" Comes a strong effeminate voice as a dark skinned man pokes his head out of the door to the tower. He seems to mouth some kind of word, one of prayer you think before sliding himself out and sashaying his way up to your chosen place.
"Jeanie. Why did you not tell me it was raining fine Dwarven beef, up in here?" He asks the guard, never breaking from looking you over. "I'd have grabbed my pot and gathered em up" He says with a smile and wiggle for the action. The guardsman, Jean stammers out his apologies and he gives the taller man an explanation. A short one with lots of stammering and shifting his eyes toward you in fear. The taller man, pats the Guard and sends him on his way down the wall. "Now, then, you seem like you've got things that need doing but I gotta job and the reputation of the Clifton Wall Force to uphold, so we're at an impasse my stout drink of fine Dwarven ale" He pauses, putting a hand to his chin. "Unless.." He pulls out a pair of manacles. "You coming into the walls as a Dwarf under the authority of a upstanding captain of the guard like myself" He says with a sly smile and you become aware that this one is also wearing an guard uniform. But his is a bit more flashy with exposed arms and an insignia with a name; McGuire...
Assuming you consent to having a bigger man manacle you and lead you about, you reach the Church with no issues. The guard captain will even be nice enough to tie you a harness and throw you over his shoulder like a giant handbag so you can rest.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 17, 2019 11:16:00 GMT -5
(Disadvantage on Ability Checks, Attack Rolls & Saving Throws. Move at half speed. Got it.)
Xanadu ignores the captain for a moment, leaning to see the retreating form of Jean, "Oy Guardsman. I'm sorry about the way I spoke to ye. I've been awake for more than a day, all of it fast traveling through that bloody swamp. It's no excuse, I know." Xanadu trails off, not being very good at apologies. He straightens as much as his fatigue will allow before turning his attention to the Captain, "I would prefer to move freely, Captain. I will meet you at the Swamp Gate." Without waiting for a reply, Xanadu half stumbles off the wall again. Using his boots to land safely, he makes his way to the gate. Banging with a fist to be let into the city despite the late hour.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 11, 2019 19:00:53 GMT -5
A while after landing at the gate your met by the buff guard who smiles at you and soon is leading you through the near empty streets of Clifton, having only been in the city during the day times it seems unsettling to say the least. After some time your guided through the checkpoint between the docks and the upper crust. With McGuire still working as a escort till you both reach the magnificent Church of Pelor, that even now seems to gleam with the moon's light and a brighter light inside. McGuire thumps on the door and an elderly human with deeply sun darkened skin answers the door with a welcoming fatherly smile. "Praises of Pelor upon you, My fellows, how might I be of service on this fine night?" His voice is soft but has a strong undertone to it. A voice worn by age but still strong.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 11, 2019 19:22:47 GMT -5
Xanadu teeters forward, having nodded off while standing there waiting for someone to answer the door, "I need to speak with the Lightbringer." He says, which is true, but highly unlikely to be met with a 'sure thing random Dwarf that showed up in the middle of the night' Groggily, Xanadu realized that he needs to use more words. "I have discovered several hundred undead, possibly thousands, I didn't really stick around to count." Xanadu leans on the wall, and closes his eyes just for a second, then jerking awake he adds, "Lightbringer, now." After a really slow blink he adds, "Please."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 3, 2019 18:49:21 GMT -5
The elderly gentleman turns to McGuire and the officer simply shrugs his shoulders. "As luck would have it; I am a Lightbringer, among other things" He seems to chuckle at that, some private joke that he seems to enjoy. "Come in" He offers letting the door swing open as he ushers you within the walls of the majestic church. "We have much to discuss". Assuming you have no objections your led through the bright and beautiful building to a private sitting room. McGuire gives his account of your approach to the wall and heads out, offering you a smile on his way. The elderly man offers you a drink and takes the seat across from you. Listening tentatively as you go through every detail your willing to share of your mission. Afterward he sits and thinks for a moment. "The scene you describe is a disturbing one. However, I must ask for your understanding on a matter, would you be willing to hear me out?" He asks, seeming to struggle with himself a bit. You give your nod and he goes on; "I have many who come to the Church and request our service, folks claiming they see the dead in their homes, banshees in the sewers, I have had a few young men who like to venture beyond the wall and partake in the local flora and they come here telling similar tales of Draconic skeletons over the city. So, with such demands must come a level of trust. I have been to many houses and seen no ghosts and there is no skeletal dragon in the skies, however I looked into such matters and as a consequence I was not here to help those who came to the Church in their time of need" He explains at length and a dark cast seems to take him. "On one such expedition a child had come to the church near to death and needed my healing, however because I was not here, that child is no more of this world..." A tightness forms on the old mans eyes but seems to dissipate as he looks up at you. "So with such a momentous request I will require proof before I can properly move the Church to action, do you understand?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 3, 2019 22:49:22 GMT -5
Xanadu is far to tired for private jokes, but lets it slide since the old man is letting him in to discuss the situation. Xanadu’s Dwarven heritage soaks in some of the splendor of the place, but it’s taking almost all of his concentration to walk without falling over at this point.
Once inside the private sitting room, Xanadu refuses to sit for fear that he will fall asleep then and there. Instead he stands between the two men, listening first to Guardsman McGuire’s account of my approach to the city. Hearing it retold in such a straight forward manner rekindles his guilt at the poor wall guard.
After the Guardsman leaves, Xanadu recounts his tale. He adds in all the relevant details, while skipping over the actual travel. He pauses often to sip from the provided water, having been traveling hard without much to keep his throat from drying out. As his story comes to a close Xanadu is wavering where he stands. His mission accomplished, finally someone better qualified can take care of the situation.
Xanadu nods to get the priest to continue, his jaw cracking under the power of a forceful yawn that he was too tired to even cover with his gauntleted hand. Xanadu listens to the Lightbringer’s perfectly reasonable explanation as to why he won’t help, and something in him breaks. Maybe it’s his utter exhaustion or maybe it’s some of that famous Dwarven gruffness, but he has had enough.
His tone starts out dangerously soft, but the bite of anger grows with each passing word, “Look here priest, I’m real sorry that a boy died because somebody got high in the swamps, or took fancies at shadows in their basement.” Xanadu’s fists clench and release at his sides, “I risked my life to travel through those swamps, alone, and without rest from the moment I discovered this threat.” He pauses to direct his attention to forcing his hands to open and lay flat at his sides. “The proof you ask for is standing before you, still soaked in bog water. I came to your temple because destroying undead and protecting people is supposed to be what you Pelorians are all about.” At this point Xanadu is basically growl yelling at the seated elderly man, “If you won’t help, fine. I’ll deal with it myself, and you can shove Pelor’s light right up where the sun don’t shine!”
Xanadu turns to storm out of the Temple, but only makes it two steps before his legs give out and he pitches forward. As he falls he smashes his head into the side of a side table, smashing it completely. Although his helmet took the brunt of the damage and he is mostly unhurt, he simply lacks the energy to stand and collapses into unconsciousness right there on the floor.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 9, 2019 12:56:56 GMT -5
You awaken sometime later feeling like you recently acquainted your face with the floor at a fast pace. Which you had, but upon inspection the bruise that should've been there is not present. You gaze around and find yourself still in the Pelor temple, in a private room by the looks of it, however a familiar looking halfling is sat at your bedside, his head nodding off and a parchment in his hand, an official order from the Lightbringer of the Church to investigate the Forest and an undead outbreak. Seems your little friend was drafted to assist you in collecting evidence.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 9, 2019 18:52:27 GMT -5
"Urghaa" Xanadu says by way of greeting, while groggily sitting up in the remarkably comfortable bed. Not that he would admit that to anyone of course. Xanadu gets to his feet slowly, wincing as his abused muscles protest. "What's this now?" He says pointing at the orders the Halfling is all but waving around. Reading over the orders, Xanadu nods, "Apparently you're stuck with me again, eh?" Xanadu starts to gather his gear when he realizes that his gear is all clean. Looking down, and scratching his beard for a moment it dawns on him that he is also clean. No trace of the arduous trek through the bogs can be found upon him or his belongings. "Did you tend to my belongings?" When he shakes his head in the negative, the Dwarf nods. "I think I owe a Lightbringer an apology." He says with no preamble. His normally gruff features seem even more stern than normal. Once he is fully geared up, Xanadu tries to find the Lightbringer he spoke with before.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 9, 2019 5:58:21 GMT -5
Fillin the cherub-faced halfling is startled awake by your gruff voice and immediately shoots up from his chair, standing attention or as much of attention as can be when you haven't been a solider (wrong hand, bad foot placement and he's slightly slouched). Be that as it may, the boy seems glad your awake, and your pleased to find the boy has taken up a weapon with his shield it appears to be a stick with a scythe-like blade, suspiciously Pick-like, you note. "Yes, Sir! The Lightbringer reached out to the other churches to ask for assistance, I answered the call as swiftly as I was able" He says, trying his best to sound professional. "Mr. Xanadu, sir". He strains to keep himself at attention till you've gotten yourself from bed and is also nice enough to inform you that the old Lightbringer is currently headed to the palace to speak with someone important regarding their mission. "He said it was not the Duchess, but then he laughed as if there was some joke to it, so I do not know, sir" Welp, your halfling is back in tow and the Lightrbinger is Palace bound if not already there. Now what? Oddly pick-like weapon...
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