Valen looked around at his allies, assessing damage, and turned towards Soolaire. "We should be able to march until nightfall. Then we can rest. We should get this done as quickly as possible."
Soolaire nods to Valen. "A sound judgement. That battle was hardly taxing enough to require rest afterwards." Pointing towards the south, he continues, "The tracks lead off in that direction. Let's move with haste, that no time might be wasted while we rest." He returns to the spot where he marks the tracks continuing. Raising his voice to be well heard, he addresses the party. "If there is nothing more to be done with the corpses of those spiders, then we need to continue. We have a long journey before we've gained enough ground to earn a rest."
Father-Dragon, guide me through this unfamiliar terrain, that I might show my strength and cunning to those who follow me, that we might save your lost children.
While not quite understanding the need to get trophies. Gideon took his sword and cut one of the fangs of the fangs from each of phase spiders that he killed. If nothing else he hoped this victory was the step in the first direction towards redemption. Grabbing the two fangs, Gideon quickly put them in his bag and went to catch up with his new comrades.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
My friends, you fought with honor, strength and competence against an enemy with superior tactical advantage. I agree that we march until the Lord of Law watches over us and then rest waiting his return to the Skies. John says after the lest monster falls in battle. When they are marching John says: This fight we just did remembers me of a battle my Unit faced against the cursed Shuid Swar. They were entrenched in a hill side, we were in the lower ground, all military training said that we were in tactical disadvantage and the fight would go bad for us, but as this spiders, the Shuid Swar only had positioning advantage not brains or fighting competence (he looks at each of his companions). And as with this spiders we left the fight victorious and hardly harmed.
Dastrun, you were in the thickest of the battle and demonstrated great prowess, the Eternal Sun shows his contentment no by mending your wounds. Touching his great companions shoulder, the light of the Sun worms his body and the heat of healing and justice washes from John to Dastrun. (1st level cure wounds 1d8+3=8 & 2nd level cure wounds 2d8+3=7/ total 15 Hp).
When we decide to rest we should make rounds of one turn and a half of the hourglass each as to have a full rest for all. Since Dastrun was in the thick of battle more then the others I suggest we let him rest till last watch for his wounds to finish mending. I can take first watch.
"Wise words John, I will volunteer for the second watch unless another would rather take that, in which case I am fine to take the watch at deepest dark as darkness doe not hinder my sight" said Chance
"I can take any watch, be it deep darkness or before the crest of dawn. I require little rest, so I will allow you all to decide on who take what shift," Valen replied to Chance's statement, before shifting his address to the group as a whole. "We should also ensure that our location is safe; somewhere that can keep our backs and flanks somewhat more defensible, should an attack come."
As darkness falls, the group finds a clearing perfect for camping. As they set up for the night, those who look up at the stars think back to only a little over a week ago, before the disaster in the sky befell the world, when many more stars had graced the sky. During Chance's watch, he sees another star fall from the sky, headed far to the west of the lands the group travels in.
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"I will take the second watch." Gideon said to everyone. "I use to get the same duty back when I was at home." At this he began to think about his old life, his home and was lost in thought. Regaining his composure Gideon was ready to get some sleep before his shift started.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Soolaire's guidance had paid off. As the sun began to set, Soolaire felt it was an appropriate time to break for camp. Finding a clearing not far off from the path the kobolds took, he marked the tracks with an ashen stick. "We've made good distance today. Let's rest here." Looking up at the sky, he saw no clouds in sight. A clear night. A blessing from the Father-Dragon. A good night for celebration. As the party begins setting up for camp, Soolaire disappears into the foliage, returning sporadically with large amounts of dead wood, either being carried by hand or floating around him. He takes it to the center of the clearing, and begins erecting a large pillar of wood, till it is standing nearly four feet tall. Satisfied with his work, he looks towards the horizon, making sure the sun is still present.
"It is a custom among the Ishahru that every great journey invoke the blessings of the Father-Dragon." Pointing to the setting sun, he continues, "The Father-Dragon must see that his children continue to provide the light and warmth He grants us everyday. And so it is that we celebrate His radiating blessing to us through fire and dance." Scanning the group, he asks, "Will any of you care to join me?"
Soolaire looks equally perplexed at Gideon. "Dance is simply one's self-expression of any emotion. While in this case, the situation would ask for gratitude and jubilation towards the Father-Dragon, you are not Ishahru, and culturally, you are not inclined to participate." Let's see how he handles this. Soolaire speaks into Gideon's mind, "Though an open mind blesses one with limitless opportunities." Giving his attention to Dastrun, he remarks, "The Ishahru have been fortunate enough to even get distant relatives of your kind to participate in the dance. I do not expect you to join, however."
Feeling the telepathic message, Gideon would not miss the chance for "learning." If nothing else Gideon hoped that this celebration would at least allow for stretching since the fight. Laying his sword on the ground Gideon stood up before the bonefire, "If you are willin to teach, I am willing to learn." Bowing slightly, Gideon readied himself for the lesson.
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PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
"Distant relatives? The Ishahru tribes were nomads by nature. We would follow large herds of ilbrakhaan, which I believe would translate loosely to desert-cow. You don't have the appearance of such heritage, so I assume they must be distant relatives to you, yes?"
As if reminiscing, he continues, "It was quite an odd sight, seeing a herd animal mooing quite loudly and shaking it's tail as it spun in circles."
Dastrun suddenly goes stiff. He slowly stands to his full height of 6'8". He walks over to Sol, inches from him. There is a roaring fire in his eyes and his muscles are bulging, as if he is restraining himself. When he talks, it is in a low growl, but it is heard as if he is yelling. "Don't you ever say that again," he says shaking with anger "I am not an animal, I am no one's animal, I am no one's property." He manages gets this out, choking back tears. He turns and stalks to a tree about 5 to ten feet away, sits down by it, and glares at anyone who comes close.
He looks emphatically at Dastrun, clearly not intimidated. As Dastrun storms off, Soolaire contemplates what just happened. It would seem he thought I thought he was some farm animal. Was it not implied by us following them, that the ilbrakhaan were free-roaming? My guess is he's been someone's property, and thought of as some worthless animal. Returning from his thoughts, he addresses those who are with him. "Such emotions are best left on the battlefield, guided against the enemy."
"It would also seem that he will not partake of the dance, either." Oblivious to minotaur heritage and the race's upbringing, he continues, "A good thing, because the ilbrakhaan wasn't proficient in dancing!" He laughs heartily, happy to see interest in his tribal customs amongst the other party members.
"Gideon... the way my people dance... it... simply isn't possible... for your kind." He summons two balls of fire, one in each hand. "If you could make fire such as this, then perhaps it is possible. But dancing comes from within: it is the soul's expression, its desires given form and motion. You feel the music within you, and let it guide you." His eyes flash as the flames dissipate in his hands. "We... we don't have music. We don't have music! No drumbeat to guide my movement, to aid in keeping the rhythm!"
It takes Soolaire a few seconds to understand the beat, unaccustomed to dancing with an ocarina. Summoning the balls of fire in his hands once again, be begins twirling in circles, as the balls of fire leave his hands and begin flying around him in hypnotic, circular patterns. The flames on his hair lengthen, long enough for the fire to flow loosely from his head, mimicking his twirling patterns as a mirror image mimics the movements of the caster. His veins glow brightly, pulsing as if to the beat of the ocarina. He dances like this for several minutes, before it dies out, himself exhausted. Dismissing the fire, his body cools, as his veins dim and his head-flames return to their normal blaze.
Breathing heavily, he looks towards Gideon. "Thank you, Gideon, for allowing me to remind myself of my heritage and people. May the blessings of the Father-Dragon shine on you as his domain will shine on us again in the morning."
OOC: Sorry, nothing too descriptive today.
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Valen looked around at his allies, assessing damage, and turned towards Soolaire. "We should be able to march until nightfall. Then we can rest. We should get this done as quickly as possible."
Soolaire nods to Valen. "A sound judgement. That battle was hardly taxing enough to require rest afterwards." Pointing towards the south, he continues, "The tracks lead off in that direction. Let's move with haste, that no time might be wasted while we rest." He returns to the spot where he marks the tracks continuing. Raising his voice to be well heard, he addresses the party. "If there is nothing more to be done with the corpses of those spiders, then we need to continue. We have a long journey before we've gained enough ground to earn a rest."
Father-Dragon, guide me through this unfamiliar terrain, that I might show my strength and cunning to those who follow me, that we might save your lost children.
Dastrun nods and begins to follow, but not before caving in another spider skull with his hoof. He spits on its corpse, then follows Sol.
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While not quite understanding the need to get trophies. Gideon took his sword and cut one of the fangs of the fangs from each of phase spiders that he killed. If nothing else he hoped this victory was the step in the first direction towards redemption. Grabbing the two fangs, Gideon quickly put them in his bag and went to catch up with his new comrades.
My friends, you fought with honor, strength and competence against an enemy with superior tactical advantage. I agree that we march until the Lord of Law watches over us and then rest waiting his return to the Skies. John says after the lest monster falls in battle. When they are marching John says: This fight we just did remembers me of a battle my Unit faced against the cursed Shuid Swar. They were entrenched in a hill side, we were in the lower ground, all military training said that we were in tactical disadvantage and the fight would go bad for us, but as this spiders, the Shuid Swar only had positioning advantage not brains or fighting competence (he looks at each of his companions). And as with this spiders we left the fight victorious and hardly harmed.
Dastrun, you were in the thickest of the battle and demonstrated great prowess, the Eternal Sun shows his contentment no by mending your wounds. Touching his great companions shoulder, the light of the Sun worms his body and the heat of healing and justice washes from John to Dastrun. (1st level cure wounds 1d8+3=8 & 2nd level cure wounds 2d8+3=7/ total 15 Hp).
When we decide to rest we should make rounds of one turn and a half of the hourglass each as to have a full rest for all. Since Dastrun was in the thick of battle more then the others I suggest we let him rest till last watch for his wounds to finish mending. I can take first watch.
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"Wise words John, I will volunteer for the second watch unless another would rather take that, in which case I am fine to take the watch at deepest dark as darkness doe not hinder my sight" said Chance
"I can take any watch, be it deep darkness or before the crest of dawn. I require little rest, so I will allow you all to decide on who take what shift," Valen replied to Chance's statement, before shifting his address to the group as a whole. "We should also ensure that our location is safe; somewhere that can keep our backs and flanks somewhat more defensible, should an attack come."
As darkness falls, the group finds a clearing perfect for camping. As they set up for the night, those who look up at the stars think back to only a little over a week ago, before the disaster in the sky befell the world, when many more stars had graced the sky. During Chance's watch, he sees another star fall from the sky, headed far to the west of the lands the group travels in.
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"I will take the second watch." Gideon said to everyone. "I use to get the same duty back when I was at home." At this he began to think about his old life, his home and was lost in thought. Regaining his composure Gideon was ready to get some sleep before his shift started.
Soolaire's guidance had paid off. As the sun began to set, Soolaire felt it was an appropriate time to break for camp. Finding a clearing not far off from the path the kobolds took, he marked the tracks with an ashen stick. "We've made good distance today. Let's rest here." Looking up at the sky, he saw no clouds in sight. A clear night. A blessing from the Father-Dragon. A good night for celebration. As the party begins setting up for camp, Soolaire disappears into the foliage, returning sporadically with large amounts of dead wood, either being carried by hand or floating around him. He takes it to the center of the clearing, and begins erecting a large pillar of wood, till it is standing nearly four feet tall. Satisfied with his work, he looks towards the horizon, making sure the sun is still present.
"It is a custom among the Ishahru that every great journey invoke the blessings of the Father-Dragon." Pointing to the setting sun, he continues, "The Father-Dragon must see that his children continue to provide the light and warmth He grants us everyday. And so it is that we celebrate His radiating blessing to us through fire and dance." Scanning the group, he asks, "Will any of you care to join me?"
"I do not...Dance" says Dastrun wairly. Scooting backwards.
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At Soolaire's request Gideon looks perplexed. "What kind of dance does this involve?"
Soolaire looks equally perplexed at Gideon. "Dance is simply one's self-expression of any emotion. While in this case, the situation would ask for gratitude and jubilation towards the Father-Dragon, you are not Ishahru, and culturally, you are not inclined to participate." Let's see how he handles this. Soolaire speaks into Gideon's mind, "Though an open mind blesses one with limitless opportunities." Giving his attention to Dastrun, he remarks, "The Ishahru have been fortunate enough to even get distant relatives of your kind to participate in the dance. I do not expect you to join, however."
Feeling the telepathic message, Gideon would not miss the chance for "learning." If nothing else Gideon hoped that this celebration would at least allow for stretching since the fight. Laying his sword on the ground Gideon stood up before the bonefire, "If you are willin to teach, I am willing to learn." Bowing slightly, Gideon readied himself for the lesson.
Dastrun was a tad confused about the earlier made comment. "What do you mean, when you say distant releatives?" He asks.
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"Distant relatives? The Ishahru tribes were nomads by nature. We would follow large herds of ilbrakhaan, which I believe would translate loosely to desert-cow. You don't have the appearance of such heritage, so I assume they must be distant relatives to you, yes?"
As if reminiscing, he continues, "It was quite an odd sight, seeing a herd animal mooing quite loudly and shaking it's tail as it spun in circles."
Dastrun suddenly goes stiff. He slowly stands to his full height of 6'8". He walks over to Sol, inches from him. There is a roaring fire in his eyes and his muscles are bulging, as if he is restraining himself. When he talks, it is in a low growl, but it is heard as if he is yelling. "Don't you ever say that again," he says shaking with anger "I am not an animal, I am no one's animal, I am no one's property." He manages gets this out, choking back tears. He turns and stalks to a tree about 5 to ten feet away, sits down by it, and glares at anyone who comes close.
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He looks emphatically at Dastrun, clearly not intimidated. As Dastrun storms off, Soolaire contemplates what just happened. It would seem he thought I thought he was some farm animal. Was it not implied by us following them, that the ilbrakhaan were free-roaming? My guess is he's been someone's property, and thought of as some worthless animal. Returning from his thoughts, he addresses those who are with him. "Such emotions are best left on the battlefield, guided against the enemy."
"It would also seem that he will not partake of the dance, either." Oblivious to minotaur heritage and the race's upbringing, he continues, "A good thing, because the ilbrakhaan wasn't proficient in dancing!" He laughs heartily, happy to see interest in his tribal customs amongst the other party members.
"Gideon... the way my people dance... it... simply isn't possible... for your kind." He summons two balls of fire, one in each hand. "If you could make fire such as this, then perhaps it is possible. But dancing comes from within: it is the soul's expression, its desires given form and motion. You feel the music within you, and let it guide you." His eyes flash as the flames dissipate in his hands. "We... we don't have music. We don't have music! No drumbeat to guide my movement, to aid in keeping the rhythm!"
Seeing the pain that Dastrun displayed, Gideon felt that it would be better brought up at a time of cooler minds.
Smiling at Soolaire's troubles, Gideon walked over to his bag and pulled out a small ocerina. He sat down and began to play for the group.
It takes Soolaire a few seconds to understand the beat, unaccustomed to dancing with an ocarina. Summoning the balls of fire in his hands once again, be begins twirling in circles, as the balls of fire leave his hands and begin flying around him in hypnotic, circular patterns. The flames on his hair lengthen, long enough for the fire to flow loosely from his head, mimicking his twirling patterns as a mirror image mimics the movements of the caster. His veins glow brightly, pulsing as if to the beat of the ocarina. He dances like this for several minutes, before it dies out, himself exhausted. Dismissing the fire, his body cools, as his veins dim and his head-flames return to their normal blaze.
Breathing heavily, he looks towards Gideon. "Thank you, Gideon, for allowing me to remind myself of my heritage and people. May the blessings of the Father-Dragon shine on you as his domain will shine on us again in the morning."
OOC: Sorry, nothing too descriptive today.