"I prefer to stay more farther away. If I have my way I'll kill the enemy before you need to even draw your sword. Thordilgon taps his cross bow, "This bad boy is not even my favorite toy."
“I prefer to see the eyes of my opponents,” Loa said in response to Gareth and Thordilgon. “There is always hope that in their final moments they see the error of their ways and turn to Pelor. It brings me comfort to know they find peace before their final journey home.”
"I find killing them before they get to me is easier for me than most, so kill them first sounds good to me." Thordilgon replies and continues to pull on his beard.
Rattinger has ridden along in silence, listening to the conversation. Eventually he speaks.
”I seldom use any weapon but the shortbow. It’s quick. Quiet. Clean. Useful up close or from a distance. Allows you to stay mobile, not standing like a statute with a 6 foot longbow.”
“But there’s no joy or wonder in killing. No justice or insight or redemption. It’s just taking a thing that lives and making it not live no more. So... efficiency. Get it over and done with. That’s the shortbow.”
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"Loa I agree. I seeking redemption myself so offering it to others seems fair. Most people are incline to take my offer rather than meet my blades," Longshadow explains motion to the ornate hilts of twin short swords strapped to the drow's armor.
It's a steadied uneventful road ahead and when the hills begin to roll slightly more than before twilight arrives. The party finds signs of civilization amongst the fields with smoke rising from chimneys in the distance. Ahead of the party a broken tower looms. It's fifty feet tall and lean precariously over the road. The village beyond seems quaint at this distance. The ruined tower however a stark reminder of struggles not so long passed...
You notice no one is moving around. The village seems empty which is not too odd for the brisk late winter evening but unlike tbe houses in the distance on the road there is not a single wisp of smoke in tbe sky above the businesses and homes that sit beyond the ruined tower. Looking around Rattinger also notices there are no creatures about either. Not a single beast of burden down to a bird in the sky. All seems eerily quiet.
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”Look. Listen... nothing and no one stirs. No chimneys smoke and no townsfolk walk the streets. No birds, even. No dogs or fowl. This is unnatural. Best be prepared for anything.”
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
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“Things were clearly bad enough for them to send for help. They may have gathered somewhere for safety, or company? The tavern or the church, perhaps?” Loa did not like the silence. It was not a promising sign. Still, he looked across the town to see if there was anywhere they might be. (Perception:5 Investigation:14) As he did so, he unconsciously removed the loop that fixed his sword in its scabbard while he rode.
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“Does anyone have any means of scouting or eaves dropping from a distance? I have yet to discover any of these techniques for myself.”
Arthos squints off into the distance as he tries to make out any movement in the village. His fingers trace a sigil over the leather strap of his pack as he mutters a brief incantation, and the space around him briefly warbles as he activates his Mage Armor. “I agree. Best to be prepared.“
OOC: Are you saying there are structures with smoke and signs of life in the distance to either side, but just dead ahead the area is still and lifeless? Or were those signs of life further back down the road, and around us now there is no sign of life at all?
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
OOC: Loa investigation is a finer point not a blanket like perception and even then you'd need to specify what you're senses are looking for. You perceived nothing else than what Rattinger pointed out. What are you investigating? Signs of life? Traps? To discover the lurking purple people eater?
OOC: Rattinger yes. Smoking in the distance looked like chimney smoke, a familiar sight easily gleaned. The village ahead seems barren of any signs of life.
"There's death on the air," Longshadow says are the Drow's violet eyes go white and they look about using divine sense, "evil it's quite near...there," they add gesturing towards the largest structure in town towards the center that all recognize as the temple of the Dawn Father that's just on the cusp of 60ft away!
Longshadow unsheaths a short sword that has a wicked curve, it resembles almost a smaller scimitar with elaborately decorated scroll work on the blade made of a matte black metal!
OOC: The party is just outside of the leaning tower.
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”Understood,” says Gareth, tying up the horse and cart at a convenient hitching post well away from the building indicated. He then draws his Longsword, holding it loosely in a two-handed grip and following Longshadow.
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
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As the group moves out, Rattinger will start to space himself out (either to the left or the right, whichever side of the road the tower is NOT on). He will want to stay within about 30 feet of the rest of the group and will want to maintain visual contact with them... but he will try to get closer to cover (trees, buildings, barrels, etc) in case he need to duck or hide.
As they creep forward, Rattinger has his head on a swivel looking for danger. He is looking at doorways, open windows, rooftops, peeking around the space between buildings. He is looking for any sign of occupancy, fresh tracks in the mud, etc (of course, in addition to things like crossbows sticking out of open windows).
perception 20
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
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Arthos ties his horse next to the others and follows them at a distance. He, being a squishy sorcerer, will also attempt to stick to cover while trying to be within 30ft of the main group. He is placing his feet down deliberately, moving as silently as he can, attempting to remain unnoticed from anyone watching... or at least remain out of their primary focus. (If needed, Stealth: 7)
"This is eerie," Arthos whispers to himself. His eyes flutter slightly as he opens up a telepathic link to Gareth. "In case we need some discreet communication from the front to the rear," he silently communicates to Gareth.
OOC: This is two-way telepathy between me and one creature, in this case Gareth.
Thordilgon pulls out his smithing tools and summons his cannon, it looks like a larger hammer with 3 legs to walk on. It is made of common looking metals, but has a gauntlet holding a lightning bolt on it. The image below shows more than what is on the cannon, it's just the fist and lightning bolt.
Loa looks around to see if there is any indication of how recently the area had been emptied. As he does so, he takes his rapier out of its scabbard and begins to move with the group. Loa looks up at the leaning tower then ahead again at the temple. “Let’s head there,” indicating toward the temple, “and see if we can find anybody.”
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
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Loa ties off his horse and starts walking toward the temple. He quickly noticed the others trying to be as discreet as possible. Turning to Rattinger and whispers”We were called for, were we not?” Still he slows his pace and tries to be more discreet as well, moving toward the edge of the road, rather than the middle, and paying more attention to his surroundings. (Stealth: 18)
"I prefer to stay more farther away. If I have my way I'll kill the enemy before you need to even draw your sword. Thordilgon taps his cross bow, "This bad boy is not even my favorite toy."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
“I prefer to see the eyes of my opponents,” Loa said in response to Gareth and Thordilgon. “There is always hope that in their final moments they see the error of their ways and turn to Pelor. It brings me comfort to know they find peace before their final journey home.”
"I find killing them before they get to me is easier for me than most, so kill them first sounds good to me." Thordilgon replies and continues to pull on his beard.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Rattinger has ridden along in silence, listening to the conversation. Eventually he speaks.
”I seldom use any weapon but the shortbow. It’s quick. Quiet. Clean. Useful up close or from a distance. Allows you to stay mobile, not standing like a statute with a 6 foot longbow.”
“But there’s no joy or wonder in killing. No justice or insight or redemption. It’s just taking a thing that lives and making it not live no more. So... efficiency. Get it over and done with. That’s the shortbow.”
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"Loa I agree. I seeking redemption myself so offering it to others seems fair. Most people are incline to take my offer rather than meet my blades," Longshadow explains motion to the ornate hilts of twin short swords strapped to the drow's armor.
It's a steadied uneventful road ahead and when the hills begin to roll slightly more than before twilight arrives. The party finds signs of civilization amongst the fields with smoke rising from chimneys in the distance. Ahead of the party a broken tower looms. It's fifty feet tall and lean precariously over the road. The village beyond seems quaint at this distance. The ruined tower however a stark reminder of struggles not so long passed...
You notice no one is moving around. The village seems empty which is not too odd for the brisk late winter evening but unlike tbe houses in the distance on the road there is not a single wisp of smoke in tbe sky above the businesses and homes that sit beyond the ruined tower. Looking around Rattinger also notices there are no creatures about either. Not a single beast of burden down to a bird in the sky. All seems eerily quiet.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
”Look. Listen... nothing and no one stirs. No chimneys smoke and no townsfolk walk the streets. No birds, even. No dogs or fowl. This is unnatural. Best be prepared for anything.”
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
“Things were clearly bad enough for them to send for help. They may have gathered somewhere for safety, or company? The tavern or the church, perhaps?” Loa did not like the silence. It was not a promising sign. Still, he looked across the town to see if there was anywhere they might be. (Perception:5 Investigation:14) As he did so, he unconsciously removed the loop that fixed his sword in its scabbard while he rode.
“Does anyone have any means of scouting or eaves dropping from a distance? I have yet to discover any of these techniques for myself.”
Arthos squints off into the distance as he tries to make out any movement in the village. His fingers trace a sigil over the leather strap of his pack as he mutters a brief incantation, and the space around him briefly warbles as he activates his Mage Armor. “I agree. Best to be prepared.“
(If needed: perception: 21)
"Sadly, I can only scout the old fashioned way."
OOC: Are you saying there are structures with smoke and signs of life in the distance to either side, but just dead ahead the area is still and lifeless? Or were those signs of life further back down the road, and around us now there is no sign of life at all?
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
OOC: Loa investigation is a finer point not a blanket like perception and even then you'd need to specify what you're senses are looking for. You perceived nothing else than what Rattinger pointed out. What are you investigating? Signs of life? Traps? To discover the lurking purple people eater?
OOC: Rattinger yes. Smoking in the distance looked like chimney smoke, a familiar sight easily gleaned. The village ahead seems barren of any signs of life.
"There's death on the air," Longshadow says are the Drow's violet eyes go white and they look about using divine sense, "evil it's quite near...there," they add gesturing towards the largest structure in town towards the center that all recognize as the temple of the Dawn Father that's just on the cusp of 60ft away!
Longshadow unsheaths a short sword that has a wicked curve, it resembles almost a smaller scimitar with elaborately decorated scroll work on the blade made of a matte black metal!
OOC: The party is just outside of the leaning tower.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Gareth:
”Understood,” says Gareth, tying up the horse and cart at a convenient hitching post well away from the building indicated. He then draws his Longsword, holding it loosely in a two-handed grip and following Longshadow.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
As the group moves out, Rattinger will start to space himself out (either to the left or the right, whichever side of the road the tower is NOT on). He will want to stay within about 30 feet of the rest of the group and will want to maintain visual contact with them... but he will try to get closer to cover (trees, buildings, barrels, etc) in case he need to duck or hide.
As they creep forward, Rattinger has his head on a swivel looking for danger. He is looking at doorways, open windows, rooftops, peeking around the space between buildings. He is looking for any sign of occupancy, fresh tracks in the mud, etc (of course, in addition to things like crossbows sticking out of open windows).
perception 20
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Arthos ties his horse next to the others and follows them at a distance. He, being a squishy sorcerer, will also attempt to stick to cover while trying to be within 30ft of the main group. He is placing his feet down deliberately, moving as silently as he can, attempting to remain unnoticed from anyone watching... or at least remain out of their primary focus. (If needed, Stealth: 7)
"This is eerie," Arthos whispers to himself. His eyes flutter slightly as he opens up a telepathic link to Gareth. "In case we need some discreet communication from the front to the rear," he silently communicates to Gareth.
OOC: This is two-way telepathy between me and one creature, in this case Gareth.
Thordilgon pulls out his smithing tools and summons his cannon, it looks like a larger hammer with 3 legs to walk on. It is made of common looking metals, but has a gauntlet holding a lightning bolt on it. The image below shows more than what is on the cannon, it's just the fist and lightning bolt.
(force ballista)
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Loa looks around to see if there is any indication of how recently the area had been emptied. As he does so, he takes his rapier out of its scabbard and begins to move with the group. Loa looks up at the leaning tower then ahead again at the temple. “Let’s head there,” indicating toward the temple, “and see if we can find anybody.”
Rattinger give a stealth check, please. He doesn't see any more signs of life.
Arthos slips into town easily moving along the growing shadows of the early evening.
"Yes, the temple seems the best place to start," Longshadow nods moving alongside Loa having dismounted having tied their horse along with the wagon.
OOC: I'm assuming Gareth, Loa, and Thordilgon are approaching without caring about stealth?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Gareth:
Gareth follows Longshadow’s lead with stealth, or not.
Stealth, if needed: 14
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
I mean Thordilgon is not not worried about stealth, but he is not slow rolling watching every footstep.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Stealthinger: 15
Like a grey haired panther, Rattinger creeps through Windstaff.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Loa ties off his horse and starts walking toward the temple. He quickly noticed the others trying to be as discreet as possible. Turning to Rattinger and whispers”We were called for, were we not?” Still he slows his pace and tries to be more discreet as well, moving toward the edge of the road, rather than the middle, and paying more attention to his surroundings. (Stealth: 18)