Gwyn's shortsword went right through the beast's heart, the tanarukk slowly falling to the ground. She moved backwards, towards the already dead orc, her eyes giving a precursory scan of the bushes for more assailants.
The group is victorious, and looking around, see that the orcs had something of a camp built here - likely something very temporary, but sufficient or a short rest, if you wish to have one before moving on.
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Though the battle has ended, Yvertal doesn't gain full control of himself and lunges towards the dead tanarukk's body and slices though its neck. He begins to softly laugh as his sword begins to carve though it.
He looks over at the others of his party 'Maybe they will be more of a fight! Hm?! That should be fun!'
The wild look in his eyes changes. Yvertal's body stiffens as he forces his way back into control just before he could leap at Gwyn. "No..!" He growls under his breath then pulls himself away from the body leaving his sword stuck through his throat.
He steps away and begins to rub his ring and silently recites the creed of the Horizon Walkers several times to himself, all the while his head pounding. "Guilty blood, and none other. Evil blood and none other. Horizon Walkers will protect." He takes some deep breaths and relaxes, fully in control of himself again.
After watching the tanarukk topple to the ground, Kelrah let out a sigh of relief, dropping his guard. Yvertal's sudden attack on the dead orc startled Kelrah, who yelped and jumped back a few feet. "Jeez man, are you all..." Kelrah stopped as he saw Yvertal seem to fight against an impulse to attack... Gwyn? The Cursed Aasimar stared at his Fallen bretheren, unmoving. "I suppose we might be two of a kind after all," he muttered, as he stood up. A searing pain from his leg reminded him of the wound he sustained. "Oof." Placing a hand on his leg, he felt the healing energy mend the bleeding wound, flesh repairing itself as the blood returned to its proper place. Kelrah turned to the rest of the party. "A bit of rest should put me back at full capacity." After retreiving the Lunar Blade and his shield, Kelrah went to find Yvertal.
The Cursed Aasimar found Yvertal muttering something under his breath while rubbing a ring. "Guilty blood, and none other. Evil blood and none other. Horizon Walkers will protect." The creed was unfamiliar to Kelrah's ears, but he felt the weight that came with them. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and muttered his own oath: "Your weakness is your strength. Your heart is your guide. Forgive, but do not forget. So says Asa." A wave of calm washed over him as he turned his attentions to Yvertal. "Yo. Something wrong?"
[OOC: 2d10 hit die spent (15). Used Healing Hands ability to heal remaining 3 HP.]
Standing victoriously over the carcass of her quarry, Gwyn almost didn't notice Yvertal lunging at her. Almost. The aasimar stopped just short of an attack, but the rogue was spooked. "What the bloody hell?" the genasi said, not stowing her weapons just yet. Her posture betrayed just how on edge she was. Both Yvertal and Kelrah were muttering something under their breaths, but it was unintelligible to the rogue. "You've got some explaining to do."
"Gwyn. Relax. I've heard about this. It's an Aasimar thing," Kelrah turned aside to her in an attempt to calm his fellow party member. "Every Aasimar is given a gift. From who, it's not certain. Some Aasimar can grant themselves flight. Others can burn their foes with raw divine energy. As for me, I've got my Misfortune, which has its own ups and downs. I'd say that Yvertal has a slightly different gift, which has its own troubles, like mine." Kelrah returned his attention to his fellow Aasimar. "Whenever you're ready." He sat down on the ground, legs crossed, ready to listen to his fellow.
"What do you mean by ups and downs?" Gwyn raised an eyebrow. "Look, secrets are all well and good with strangers, but I want---no, need---to know who I'm working with. It's time we all start sharing, and more than just gold."
"Here, I'll start," the genasi said as a token of trust. "I was an orphan thief who survived on the streets by picking pockets. One day, I was caught outside the city walls, and I accidentally killed a creature that was terrorizing the town. I became a legend, and set out to seek my fortune after that. I've been spreading tales of my greatness through deeds and stories ever since." She gave one of her winning smiles, her mood changing as quickly as the breeze. "Any questions?"
Yvertal looks at the two others who have expressed their concerns and interests. He lets out a long sigh and sits down, one knee bent up and the other wrapped around it. He sits silently for a moment staring down at the hand bearing the signent ring of his order. He takes another sigh then looks up at Gwyn and Kelrah, a solemn look on his face, even possibly a bit of sadness.
"One thing you should know is I'm not a good man, no matter if I try to be. There's a part of me that I can't control and it makes me a threat to those around me. I wish I knew what it was but I couldn't tell ya. The Winds have damned me. The order I belong to understands this and has thaught me how to better control this... demon, you might say. I still lose control sometimes."
He pauses again for a while before continuing. "I can't promise that my actions won't bring harm to anyone here, but I can give you warning, and that's about as much as I can give. You all seem well enough, should anything happen and I lose control, I hold nothing against what must be done because of me. If the Winds bring upon my demise then so it shall be."
"Hey man, don't worry too much about it. As you said, we all can handle ourselves if you get a little out of whack. As for you," Kelrah turned to Gwyn. "You seemed to have lovely past. However, I'll have to pass on sharing too much. All I'm going to say is that I started off badly. I ditched my home when I was 16, joined up with some mercs, headed home when they disbanded, and then buried both of my parents in the same month. It's not exactly glamorous, but it's what happened. Then I skipped out of society for six years, and now I'm back because the only person I ever really had as a friend and companion is dead because of some dirtbag scheme with the moon." A degree of bitterness could be heard in Kelrah's voice. "Any questions?" His voice took on a mocking tone.
After a moment, his expressioned softened. "Sorry. I shouldn't have spoken like that. I've gone through some tough times, and I'm sure you both have, as well as the other two members of our group. My Curse brings Misfortune upon me, and if I don't control it, those around me. What happened to her, though, wasn't part of my curse. I'm sure of that. Part of the reason I left for so long was to learn how to control it. Yvertal," Kelrah said, standing up and dusting himself off. "You have your own burden. It's part of who you are. But if you learn to control it, it will be your greatest strength." With that, Kelrah walked off to light a fire. Turning to the rest of the group, he said, "Anybody else hungry?"
"I don't really care what you think about my life," Gwyn replied flippantly. "What I do care about is not getting stabbed in the back, or getting caught in the crossfires of whatever the hell your Misfortune is." The genasi glared for a minute, but her face quickly softened. "And yes, I am hungry."
Yvertal looks at Gwyn then bows his head. "I beg your pardon if I have frightened or surprised you." He then stands up. "I'm not all that hungry. I'm going to patrol around a bit. Shout if you need me." He walks into the forest and begins to take a walk in the area around the camp.
After a few minutes of walking he finds a small clearing and sits down with his back against a tree. He reaches into his bag and pulls out an old wrinkled letter and begins to read it as he's done many times before.
(OOC: Should nothing happen he will walk back before the end of the short rest.)
The Sparrow shook his head as Yvertal left. "This is the first I've heard of aasimar having internal problems like that..." he mumbled under his breath, a little bit of concern in his voice. Given the circumstances, it might have been entirely possible that something else of dark intentions was trying to twist him to their will externally, which meant he had to be on the look out for fellow psionicists or other charmers in the area. Or potentially Kelrah. I might very well be coincidence, but it was pretty suspect that the ranger hadn't shown any signs of inner turmoil until the mysterious swordsman arrived. Now wasn't the time for throwing out accusations on otherwise baseless theories- his companions had already managed to avoid a potential case of further dissension, and breaking apart now was a terrible idea. Besides, the swordsman's ability to heal himself meant that Jener didn't have to give himself away as abnormal yet, and that may very well prove to be to his advantage...
He took a deep breath, then addressed his companions who were still on-site. "Regardless of what may be going on between us now, there is no denying that we scored a victory just now. These warriors were already wounded, however, and yet still able to deliver a near-critical blow on one of us. There is no guarantee that are next skirmish will also be against tired foes, or so few- we must remain on our toes, for the sake of the mission and this region as a whole. Keep that on your minds as you regather your strength." Having said his piece, the Sparrow sat down to lightly meditate for the remainder of the resting period.
"Friends," Gwyn leapt up onto a tree stump nimbly, the fire from the campsite casting dancing shadows across her face. "It does not matter where we came from, or what hardships we have faced in the past. It only matters who we are now, and where we are going..." The windsoul had always been a talented storyteller, perhaps if she had a single magical bone in her body she would have been a bard. Her way with words had allowed her to gather a certain amount of renown as a hero. The rogue wove her sentences into a tapestry of greeting-card inspirational quotes and tales of heroes.
"We are on the path to a greater destiny, and regardless of the obstacles we shall triumph!" Gwyn's eyes sparkled, even though she lost a little steam at minute number seven. She had never given an inspirational speech for this long before. "If we shoot for the moon that has suddenly disappeared, then perhaps we shall land among the stars?" With renewed vigor, she entered the home stretch of her little speech.
"And to conclude, I cannot wait to seize the day with you lovely heroes," Gwyn gave an elegant bow, before leaping off the stump. Her mood quickly shifted, as she stopped focusing on being a leader. "Now, who has food?"
((OOC: 6 HP to everyone who listened to the 10 minute speech, courtesy of Inspiring Leader))
Kelrah raised an eyebrow at Gwyn's comment about the moon. "Personally, I'm very content with the moon, but that aside, here," Kelrah tossed Gwyn a small packet of food that he had prepared before setting out on his journey. "That's dried rabbit jerky, something I've gotten quite good at making." He returned to his previous occupation, which was stitching up the side of his pants. Can't have this fall apart on me now, he thought as he finished the last stitch. Standing up and testing his injured leg, he was pleased to find that his Healing Hands ability had done its work. Turning to the party, he announced, "I'm ready when you all are."
The group finishes resting, and then continues on towards the orc encampment. The trail is much easier, as the orcs never thought that anything would get past their sentries, and so made little effort to cover their tracks.
As such, the group gets to a large clearing in which the encampment is by mid afternoon. Still on the edge of the clearing, you must make a group Stealth check to avoid detection by the lookouts you manage to remain undetected by the lookouts.
Kelrah glanced around, making note of two more tanarukks and ten high-ranking orcs. He couldn't quite get a head count on the normal orcs milling about, but that wouldn't matter too much. "Alright, here's what I got for a plan," Kelrah turned to the rest of the party. "I'm going to hit one of the tanarukks with a smite attack. It's up to you all to make sure I don't get mobbed by the rest of them. After I finish him off, I'll take on the next one. Gwyn," he paused as he addressed the swashbuckler. "Can you take down one or two of those higher-ups? The more of their command we dismantle, the more dis-orc-anized they'll become. Yvertal, back her up if you can. Roberta and Sparrow, can you handle crowd control? I'm going to be focussing on boosting my attack power, so they might come after me first." Kelrah paused, taking a deep breath. "And whatever any of you do, don't get within 10 feet of me. Are we good?" The Aasimar paused, awaiting the group's decision.
"Got it. I can lay down something on one of the Tanarukks. Don't attack the one that will be bruising the rest." Roberta gives the team a nod, and takes a few deep breaths - "Here goes nothing."
He looks to Gwyn "You wanna sneak up on that commander one there, while I keep the other orcs off your back?" He gestures to a nearby higher ranking orc.
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The Sparrow couldn't help but be a little proud that the rest of the group was actually coordinating for this. He had been worried that they'd try to storm the camp, but this way they could thin the crown before the orcs caught on to their presence. "I will be shooting down any of them too far off for the rest of them to take notice. There should be a good few if the mage's plan works out, after all."
Gwyn's shortsword went right through the beast's heart, the tanarukk slowly falling to the ground. She moved backwards, towards the already dead orc, her eyes giving a precursory scan of the bushes for more assailants.
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The group is victorious, and looking around, see that the orcs had something of a camp built here - likely something very temporary, but sufficient or a short rest, if you wish to have one before moving on.
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Though the battle has ended, Yvertal doesn't gain full control of himself and lunges towards the dead tanarukk's body and slices though its neck. He begins to softly laugh as his sword begins to carve though it.
He looks over at the others of his party 'Maybe they will be more of a fight! Hm?! That should be fun!'
The wild look in his eyes changes. Yvertal's body stiffens as he forces his way back into control just before he could leap at Gwyn. "No..!" He growls under his breath then pulls himself away from the body leaving his sword stuck through his throat.
He steps away and begins to rub his ring and silently recites the creed of the Horizon Walkers several times to himself, all the while his head pounding. "Guilty blood, and none other. Evil blood and none other. Horizon Walkers will protect." He takes some deep breaths and relaxes, fully in control of himself again.
"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
PbP Character // Void Beyond the Stars: Otherside- Yvertal, Aasimar Ranger "The winds take me where they must."
PbP Character // Primordial Depths- Bel Vardicas, Elf Bard "I hope my music can help others smile"
PbP Character // Eoatha- Salthes, Yuan-Ti Pureblood Wizard "I will sssoon learn all the ssecrets of magic!"
After watching the tanarukk topple to the ground, Kelrah let out a sigh of relief, dropping his guard. Yvertal's sudden attack on the dead orc startled Kelrah, who yelped and jumped back a few feet. "Jeez man, are you all..." Kelrah stopped as he saw Yvertal seem to fight against an impulse to attack... Gwyn? The Cursed Aasimar stared at his Fallen bretheren, unmoving. "I suppose we might be two of a kind after all," he muttered, as he stood up. A searing pain from his leg reminded him of the wound he sustained. "Oof." Placing a hand on his leg, he felt the healing energy mend the bleeding wound, flesh repairing itself as the blood returned to its proper place. Kelrah turned to the rest of the party. "A bit of rest should put me back at full capacity." After retreiving the Lunar Blade and his shield, Kelrah went to find Yvertal.
The Cursed Aasimar found Yvertal muttering something under his breath while rubbing a ring. "Guilty blood, and none other. Evil blood and none other. Horizon Walkers will protect." The creed was unfamiliar to Kelrah's ears, but he felt the weight that came with them. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and muttered his own oath: "Your weakness is your strength. Your heart is your guide. Forgive, but do not forget. So says Asa." A wave of calm washed over him as he turned his attentions to Yvertal. "Yo. Something wrong?"
[OOC: 2d10 hit die spent (15). Used Healing Hands ability to heal remaining 3 HP.]
Standing victoriously over the carcass of her quarry, Gwyn almost didn't notice Yvertal lunging at her. Almost. The aasimar stopped just short of an attack, but the rogue was spooked. "What the bloody hell?" the genasi said, not stowing her weapons just yet. Her posture betrayed just how on edge she was. Both Yvertal and Kelrah were muttering something under their breaths, but it was unintelligible to the rogue. "You've got some explaining to do."
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"Gwyn. Relax. I've heard about this. It's an Aasimar thing," Kelrah turned aside to her in an attempt to calm his fellow party member. "Every Aasimar is given a gift. From who, it's not certain. Some Aasimar can grant themselves flight. Others can burn their foes with raw divine energy. As for me, I've got my Misfortune, which has its own ups and downs. I'd say that Yvertal has a slightly different gift, which has its own troubles, like mine." Kelrah returned his attention to his fellow Aasimar. "Whenever you're ready." He sat down on the ground, legs crossed, ready to listen to his fellow.
"What do you mean by ups and downs?" Gwyn raised an eyebrow. "Look, secrets are all well and good with strangers, but I want---no, need---to know who I'm working with. It's time we all start sharing, and more than just gold."
"Here, I'll start," the genasi said as a token of trust. "I was an orphan thief who survived on the streets by picking pockets. One day, I was caught outside the city walls, and I accidentally killed a creature that was terrorizing the town. I became a legend, and set out to seek my fortune after that. I've been spreading tales of my greatness through deeds and stories ever since." She gave one of her winning smiles, her mood changing as quickly as the breeze. "Any questions?"
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Yvertal looks at the two others who have expressed their concerns and interests. He lets out a long sigh and sits down, one knee bent up and the other wrapped around it. He sits silently for a moment staring down at the hand bearing the signent ring of his order. He takes another sigh then looks up at Gwyn and Kelrah, a solemn look on his face, even possibly a bit of sadness.
"One thing you should know is I'm not a good man, no matter if I try to be. There's a part of me that I can't control and it makes me a threat to those around me. I wish I knew what it was but I couldn't tell ya. The Winds have damned me. The order I belong to understands this and has thaught me how to better control this... demon, you might say. I still lose control sometimes."
He pauses again for a while before continuing. "I can't promise that my actions won't bring harm to anyone here, but I can give you warning, and that's about as much as I can give. You all seem well enough, should anything happen and I lose control, I hold nothing against what must be done because of me. If the Winds bring upon my demise then so it shall be."
"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
PbP Character // Void Beyond the Stars: Otherside- Yvertal, Aasimar Ranger "The winds take me where they must."
PbP Character // Primordial Depths- Bel Vardicas, Elf Bard "I hope my music can help others smile"
PbP Character // Eoatha- Salthes, Yuan-Ti Pureblood Wizard "I will sssoon learn all the ssecrets of magic!"
"Hey man, don't worry too much about it. As you said, we all can handle ourselves if you get a little out of whack. As for you," Kelrah turned to Gwyn. "You seemed to have lovely past. However, I'll have to pass on sharing too much. All I'm going to say is that I started off badly. I ditched my home when I was 16, joined up with some mercs, headed home when they disbanded, and then buried both of my parents in the same month. It's not exactly glamorous, but it's what happened. Then I skipped out of society for six years, and now I'm back because the only person I ever really had as a friend and companion is dead because of some dirtbag scheme with the moon." A degree of bitterness could be heard in Kelrah's voice. "Any questions?" His voice took on a mocking tone.
After a moment, his expressioned softened. "Sorry. I shouldn't have spoken like that. I've gone through some tough times, and I'm sure you both have, as well as the other two members of our group. My Curse brings Misfortune upon me, and if I don't control it, those around me. What happened to her, though, wasn't part of my curse. I'm sure of that. Part of the reason I left for so long was to learn how to control it. Yvertal," Kelrah said, standing up and dusting himself off. "You have your own burden. It's part of who you are. But if you learn to control it, it will be your greatest strength." With that, Kelrah walked off to light a fire. Turning to the rest of the group, he said, "Anybody else hungry?"
"I don't really care what you think about my life," Gwyn replied flippantly. "What I do care about is not getting stabbed in the back, or getting caught in the crossfires of whatever the hell your Misfortune is." The genasi glared for a minute, but her face quickly softened. "And yes, I am hungry."
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Yvertal looks at Gwyn then bows his head. "I beg your pardon if I have frightened or surprised you." He then stands up. "I'm not all that hungry. I'm going to patrol around a bit. Shout if you need me." He walks into the forest and begins to take a walk in the area around the camp.
After a few minutes of walking he finds a small clearing and sits down with his back against a tree. He reaches into his bag and pulls out an old wrinkled letter and begins to read it as he's done many times before.
(OOC: Should nothing happen he will walk back before the end of the short rest.)
"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
PbP Character // Void Beyond the Stars: Otherside- Yvertal, Aasimar Ranger "The winds take me where they must."
PbP Character // Primordial Depths- Bel Vardicas, Elf Bard "I hope my music can help others smile"
PbP Character // Eoatha- Salthes, Yuan-Ti Pureblood Wizard "I will sssoon learn all the ssecrets of magic!"
The Sparrow shook his head as Yvertal left. "This is the first I've heard of aasimar having internal problems like that..." he mumbled under his breath, a little bit of concern in his voice. Given the circumstances, it might have been entirely possible that something else of dark intentions was trying to twist him to their will externally, which meant he had to be on the look out for fellow psionicists or other charmers in the area. Or potentially Kelrah. I might very well be coincidence, but it was pretty suspect that the ranger hadn't shown any signs of inner turmoil until the mysterious swordsman arrived. Now wasn't the time for throwing out accusations on otherwise baseless theories- his companions had already managed to avoid a potential case of further dissension, and breaking apart now was a terrible idea. Besides, the swordsman's ability to heal himself meant that Jener didn't have to give himself away as abnormal yet, and that may very well prove to be to his advantage...
He took a deep breath, then addressed his companions who were still on-site. "Regardless of what may be going on between us now, there is no denying that we scored a victory just now. These warriors were already wounded, however, and yet still able to deliver a near-critical blow on one of us. There is no guarantee that are next skirmish will also be against tired foes, or so few- we must remain on our toes, for the sake of the mission and this region as a whole. Keep that on your minds as you regather your strength." Having said his piece, the Sparrow sat down to lightly meditate for the remainder of the resting period.
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"Friends," Gwyn leapt up onto a tree stump nimbly, the fire from the campsite casting dancing shadows across her face. "It does not matter where we came from, or what hardships we have faced in the past. It only matters who we are now, and where we are going..." The windsoul had always been a talented storyteller, perhaps if she had a single magical bone in her body she would have been a bard. Her way with words had allowed her to gather a certain amount of renown as a hero. The rogue wove her sentences into a tapestry of greeting-card inspirational quotes and tales of heroes.
"We are on the path to a greater destiny, and regardless of the obstacles we shall triumph!" Gwyn's eyes sparkled, even though she lost a little steam at minute number seven. She had never given an inspirational speech for this long before. "If we shoot for the moon that has suddenly disappeared, then perhaps we shall land among the stars?" With renewed vigor, she entered the home stretch of her little speech.
"And to conclude, I cannot wait to seize the day with you lovely heroes," Gwyn gave an elegant bow, before leaping off the stump. Her mood quickly shifted, as she stopped focusing on being a leader. "Now, who has food?"
((OOC: 6 HP to everyone who listened to the 10 minute speech, courtesy of Inspiring Leader))
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Kelrah raised an eyebrow at Gwyn's comment about the moon. "Personally, I'm very content with the moon, but that aside, here," Kelrah tossed Gwyn a small packet of food that he had prepared before setting out on his journey. "That's dried rabbit jerky, something I've gotten quite good at making." He returned to his previous occupation, which was stitching up the side of his pants. Can't have this fall apart on me now, he thought as he finished the last stitch. Standing up and testing his injured leg, he was pleased to find that his Healing Hands ability had done its work. Turning to the party, he announced, "I'm ready when you all are."
The group finishes resting, and then continues on towards the orc encampment. The trail is much easier, as the orcs never thought that anything would get past their sentries, and so made little effort to cover their tracks.
As such, the group gets to a large clearing in which the encampment is by mid afternoon. Still on the edge of the clearing,
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Kelrah glanced around, making note of two more tanarukks and ten high-ranking orcs. He couldn't quite get a head count on the normal orcs milling about, but that wouldn't matter too much. "Alright, here's what I got for a plan," Kelrah turned to the rest of the party. "I'm going to hit one of the tanarukks with a smite attack. It's up to you all to make sure I don't get mobbed by the rest of them. After I finish him off, I'll take on the next one. Gwyn," he paused as he addressed the swashbuckler. "Can you take down one or two of those higher-ups? The more of their command we dismantle, the more dis-orc-anized they'll become. Yvertal, back her up if you can. Roberta and Sparrow, can you handle crowd control? I'm going to be focussing on boosting my attack power, so they might come after me first." Kelrah paused, taking a deep breath. "And whatever any of you do, don't get within 10 feet of me. Are we good?" The Aasimar paused, awaiting the group's decision.
"Got it. I can lay down something on one of the Tanarukks. Don't attack the one that will be bruising the rest." Roberta gives the team a nod, and takes a few deep breaths - "Here goes nothing."
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"I got it. May the winds be in our favor."
He looks to Gwyn "You wanna sneak up on that commander one there, while I keep the other orcs off your back?" He gestures to a nearby higher ranking orc.
"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
PbP Character // Void Beyond the Stars: Otherside- Yvertal, Aasimar Ranger "The winds take me where they must."
PbP Character // Primordial Depths- Bel Vardicas, Elf Bard "I hope my music can help others smile"
PbP Character // Eoatha- Salthes, Yuan-Ti Pureblood Wizard "I will sssoon learn all the ssecrets of magic!"
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PbP Character: Roberta Thalan, Void Beyond the Stars Otherside
PbP Character: Primus Eidolon, Eotha 2
PbP Character: Usmor Illiqai, Tomb of Corrosion
PbP Character: "Templar" Danver, You're the Villains
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The Sparrow couldn't help but be a little proud that the rest of the group was actually coordinating for this. He had been worried that they'd try to storm the camp, but this way they could thin the crown before the orcs caught on to their presence. "I will be shooting down any of them too far off for the rest of them to take notice. There should be a good few if the mage's plan works out, after all."
PbP Character: Jener "The Sparrow" Nacker (Forest Gnome Wu Jen) (VBtS: OS)
PbP Character: Makaria Creed (Feral Tiefling Runic Trickster) (Eoatha)