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(Initiative: 10 )
Shanryar looked at the goblins with disgust. They very smell were tainting the woods of Solace. She was still a little bit shocked of what they had heard and the ramifications of that. goblins in Solace? Arresting people? That would be just the goblins trying to con them. And what was that about a blue staff?
Still there was no time for those thoughts. The goblins, their weapons drawn and a feriocius glance in their eyes, were about to attack them.
Despite that her friends were in front of her she turned towards her inside, where that warm, pulsating and envigorating energy were, and bathe into it. Feeling that how it crossed her body she opened her eyes and mutters some words in the old language of magic:
”Ast Braacius”
extending her hand as she utter the words, four glowing darts appeared in the air and when she extended her fingers the darts crossed the air striking true at the goblins chests.
(Casting Magic Missile as a 2nd level slot and doing: 3442 Damage to the goblins. )
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Alex
Seeing the goblins advance on the group, steps upon the boulder he was just resting against and draws his bow. Firing an arrow at the left most goblin 27 damage 5. (If there is one more within 5 ft of first target) releasing a second shot on the one to his right 12 damage 5. "Why are there stinking goblins playing guard in my home town?"
Escarin looks at the onrushing goblins and chooses two unharmed by the rangers attack, he raises his hands and expels twin bursts of arcane energy at them.
The goblins are not ready for the unleashing violence. The two first fall back dead arrows protruding from their respetive forheads. Just being two others are engulfed in feiry power and drop to the ground writhing in pain and rolling around until they stop moving. The stink of charred flesh explodes in the forest.
The last four are so striken that they stop moving. A grave error, as four magic missile hammer into them dropping two more. In fright the last two flee.
“Not quite the expected welcome “ she replies to Escarin while covering her nose from the hedor of the charred goblin flesh. She pulls the hood covering even more her features and remained silent.
“Let’s go to the Last Home” suddenly she was anxious to see the others, not only his friends, but Tika and Otik too, she needed to see that they were fine.
As Xorn steps into the path, the guards start in surprise. One of them even lets his lance fall and scampers to retrieve under the yells of his sergeant.
"Damn it Eron you are a disgrace, even the militia is not good enough for you." He stops for a second considering than shakes his head and move to confront the minotaur.
Despite his brave words his face falls a little as he approaches. He looks back making sure that the three other guards are ready to back him.
"We have orders to search your belongings for a blue crystal staff. Where are you coming from and what do you intend to do here?"
One of the guards comes closer. He looks at Xorn apologetically "Let us conduct this quietly and you may go on your way."
OOC: Kinlin may use his stealth to slip through the guards.
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Escarin stops at one of the goblins to check for any identifying marks or insignia.
Investigation 18
"Something must be badly wrong here for goblins to move so freely at the edge of town. I hope our old friends have no similar problems getting back to Solace."
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The minotuaur considers the guards request for a moment and finds it reasonable. He pulls his large ruck down and opens it for the guard to see. "No staff here. This spear is the closest thing to staff I would ever use, but a crystal spear wouldn't be real useful in a fight. As to where I'm going, I'm surprised you don't know who I am. My name's Xorn, I grew up here in Solace. I'm just coming home from a long trip."
Xorn pauses for a moment to regard the guards and sergeant. "The real question here, is who you are. I don't remember Solace having nor needing so much protection."
OOC: try using OOC to write things out of context please. And yes they are human militia men but you don't recognise any of them. It.has been five years. And please Spiritgoyle try making full sentences. As a Player and Gm I prefer context to throwing dice. I m more of a RP fan than a powergamer. I have found that it is a more fun if the story is shared.
The Inn of the Last Home rests cradled high in the boughs of a vallenwood tree, its worn steps winding around the heavy trunk up to the familiar, carved door. Warm laughter and cooking smells drift down to entice travelers to leave the road and rest from their journey. For returning patrons, the Inn seems timeless, unchanging. The wooden bar weaves around living branches of the tree, its burnished glow deepening with each year. The delicate windows of stained glass behind the bar are being polished by Otik Sandath, the barkeeper. He turns and waves, smiling at you, and motions the barmaid in your direction. The low murmur of voices fills the inn. An old man weaves stories in the corner by the hearth, to the delight of the crowd gathered about him. At a far table, near the storyteller, a man and a woman sit together and speak quietly. Another man stands near the storyteller, but he doesn’t engage with him or his listeners; a small boy stares thoughtfully into the fire a few paces away.
Two days in the Inn of the last home. Hiding from the Seekers guards and waiting for their friends but for Geoff the dark circle under his eyes told another tale.
Sleepless nights hiding from the recurring dream he had since he had acquired the staff. He needed to gather the other, they were the key, the beginning, and the end. He had seen it. More than once. But with these dreams came nightmares of war, famine, and fire. And the hatred was the worst. Geoff shudders just thinking about it. His brother, half-brother really, puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he got up to get a new round.
Geoff watched Tyrros weave his way to the bar, where others would have struggled through the throng his brother was like water.
Next to him at another table he overhears a man talking. “Well, some folk might not like the Seekers much, but there’s one of them that’s not all bad. That Elistan fellow, the High Seeker. He’s down there in Haven, on the council. He’s a decent man, was kind to my family when we went down there last spring. Wise, too. He’ll know what to do.”
Five years ago, the men calling themselves "seekers" ("we seek the new gods") had been a loose-knit organization of clerics practicing their new religion in the towns of Haven, Solace, and Gateway. These clerics had been misguided, Geoff knew, but at least they had been honest and sincere. In the intervening years, however, the clerics had gained more and more status as their religion flourished. Soon they became concerned not so much with glory in the afterlife as with power on Krynn. They took over the governing of the towns with the people's blessing.
Now, who knew what their agenda was.
OOC: a small description. The stage is almost set we can begin soon. Geoff is hiding the blue crystalstaff and only his brother knows about it.
Geoff sitting quietly to himself sees Otik acknowledge him and then nods back to return the gesture. His body aching and his eyes burning from lack of sleep, he pulls his cloak over himself a little tighter. Not really in the mood for drink, but trying to blend in, he awaits Tyrros to return from the bar. While staring blankly at the table deep in thought, he overhears the nearby patron speak of Elistan and his thoughts snap back into the present. He runs his fingers through his black hair and presses on his temples in discomfort, lightly shaking his head in disapproval to what he overhears, and looks to see if Tyrros is nearly done at the bar.
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After Apocalypse - Liavyre WithrethinElf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse -Leofir SylvaranthElf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call -Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
While waiting for Tyrros to get his drinks, Geoff leans over to the next table to the man talking about Elistan and briefly interrupts him, "Pardon me, sir for interrupting. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. You mentioned Elistan; turns out I have some business in Haven in the near future. Would you happen to know where I can find him there? It might save me some time. If you aren't sure, don't worry about it; I'll find another way. Sorry for interrupting your drinks."
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After Apocalypse - Liavyre WithrethinElf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse -Leofir SylvaranthElf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call -Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
INIT 21
(OOC where are they in relation to us?)
Alexander Leatherer Ranger: Dragons of Autumn
Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
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(Initiative: 10 )
Shanryar looked at the goblins with disgust. They very smell were tainting the woods of Solace. She was still a little bit shocked of what they had heard and the ramifications of that. goblins in Solace? Arresting people? That would be just the goblins trying to con them. And what was that about a blue staff?
Still there was no time for those thoughts. The goblins, their weapons drawn and a feriocius glance in their eyes, were about to attack them.
Despite that her friends were in front of her she turned towards her inside, where that warm, pulsating and envigorating energy were, and bathe into it. Feeling that how it crossed her body she opened her eyes and mutters some words in the old language of magic:
”Ast Braacius”
extending her hand as she utter the words, four glowing darts appeared in the air and when she extended her fingers the darts crossed the air striking true at the goblins chests.
(Casting Magic Missile as a 2nd level slot and doing: 3 4 4 2 Damage to the goblins. )
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Alex
Seeing the goblins advance on the group, steps upon the boulder he was just resting against and draws his bow. Firing an arrow at the left most goblin 27 damage 5. (If there is one more within 5 ft of first target) releasing a second shot on the one to his right 12 damage 5. "Why are there stinking goblins playing guard in my home town?"
Alexander Leatherer Ranger: Dragons of Autumn
Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
Kin
gets in hiding behind Xorn follows in his shadow staying in stealth
Initiative 12
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"Not the welcome home you were expecting Shan?"
Escarin looks at the onrushing goblins and chooses two unharmed by the rangers attack, he raises his hands and expels twin bursts of arcane energy at them.
Casts eldritch blast
Blast 1 22 damage if hits 11
Blast 2 27 damage if hits 14
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
The goblins are not ready for the unleashing violence. The two first fall back dead arrows protruding from their respetive forheads. Just being two others are engulfed in feiry power and drop to the ground writhing in pain and rolling around until they stop moving. The stink of charred flesh explodes in the forest.
The last four are so striken that they stop moving. A grave error, as four magic missile hammer into them dropping two more. In fright the last two flee.
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“Not quite the expected welcome “ she replies to Escarin while covering her nose from the hedor of the charred goblin flesh. She pulls the hood covering even more her features and remained silent.
“Let’s go to the Last Home” suddenly she was anxious to see the others, not only his friends, but Tika and Otik too, she needed to see that they were fine.
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Xorn and Kinlin
As Xorn steps into the path, the guards start in surprise. One of them even lets his lance fall and scampers to retrieve under the yells of his sergeant.
"Damn it Eron you are a disgrace, even the militia is not good enough for you." He stops for a second considering than shakes his head and move to confront the minotaur.
Despite his brave words his face falls a little as he approaches. He looks back making sure that the three other guards are ready to back him.
"We have orders to search your belongings for a blue crystal staff. Where are you coming from and what do you intend to do here?"
One of the guards comes closer. He looks at Xorn apologetically "Let us conduct this quietly and you may go on your way."
OOC: Kinlin may use his stealth to slip through the guards.
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Kinlin Stealth>26
Break away from behind Xorn as the guards turn there heads talking
to move in behind and observe (with crossbow at ready, and spell prep)
Escarin stops at one of the goblins to check for any identifying marks or insignia.
Investigation 18
"Something must be badly wrong here for goblins to move so freely at the edge of town. I hope our old friends have no similar problems getting back to Solace."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Xorn
The minotuaur considers the guards request for a moment and finds it reasonable. He pulls his large ruck down and opens it for the guard to see. "No staff here. This spear is the closest thing to staff I would ever use, but a crystal spear wouldn't be real useful in a fight. As to where I'm going, I'm surprised you don't know who I am. My name's Xorn, I grew up here in Solace. I'm just coming home from a long trip."
Dragonlance Chronicles - Xorn
Sail On, Sailor - Sebastian Blackhand
LMoP 20 - Tonk Thunderclaw
Xorn pauses for a moment to regard the guards and sergeant. "The real question here, is who you are. I don't remember Solace having nor needing so much protection."
Dragonlance Chronicles - Xorn
Sail On, Sailor - Sebastian Blackhand
LMoP 20 - Tonk Thunderclaw
did we ever say what race the guards were
do we know them from living here
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Geoff and Tyrros
The Inn of the Last Home rests cradled high in the boughs of a vallenwood tree, its worn steps winding around the heavy trunk up to the familiar, carved door. Warm laughter and cooking smells drift down to entice travelers to leave the road and rest from their journey. For returning patrons, the Inn seems timeless, unchanging. The wooden bar weaves around living branches of the tree, its burnished glow deepening with each year. The delicate windows of stained glass behind the bar are being polished by Otik Sandath, the barkeeper. He turns and waves, smiling at you, and motions the barmaid in your direction. The low murmur of voices fills the inn. An old man weaves stories in the corner by the hearth, to the delight of the crowd gathered about him. At a far table, near the storyteller, a man and a woman sit together and speak quietly. Another man stands near the storyteller, but he doesn’t engage with him or his listeners; a small boy stares thoughtfully into the fire a few paces away.
Two days in the Inn of the last home. Hiding from the Seekers guards and waiting for their friends but for Geoff the dark circle under his eyes told another tale.
Sleepless nights hiding from the recurring dream he had since he had acquired the staff. He needed to gather the other, they were the key, the beginning, and the end. He had seen it. More than once. But with these dreams came nightmares of war, famine, and fire. And the hatred was the worst. Geoff shudders just thinking about it. His brother, half-brother really, puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he got up to get a new round.
Geoff watched Tyrros weave his way to the bar, where others would have struggled through the throng his brother was like water.
Next to him at another table he overhears a man talking. “Well, some folk might not like the Seekers much, but there’s one of them that’s not all bad. That Elistan fellow, the High Seeker. He’s down there in Haven, on the council. He’s a decent man, was kind to my family when we went down there last spring. Wise, too. He’ll know what to do.”
Five years ago, the men calling themselves "seekers" ("we seek the new gods") had been a loose-knit organization of clerics practicing their new religion in the towns of Haven, Solace, and Gateway. These clerics had been misguided, Geoff knew, but at least they had been honest and sincere. In the intervening years, however, the clerics had gained more and more status as their religion flourished. Soon they became concerned not so much with glory in the afterlife as with power on Krynn. They took over the governing of the towns with the people's blessing.
Now, who knew what their agenda was.
OOC: a small description. The stage is almost set we can begin soon. Geoff is hiding the blue crystalstaff and only his brother knows about it.
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Geoff sitting quietly to himself sees Otik acknowledge him and then nods back to return the gesture. His body aching and his eyes burning from lack of sleep, he pulls his cloak over himself a little tighter. Not really in the mood for drink, but trying to blend in, he awaits Tyrros to return from the bar. While staring blankly at the table deep in thought, he overhears the nearby patron speak of Elistan and his thoughts snap back into the present. He runs his fingers through his black hair and presses on his temples in discomfort, lightly shaking his head in disapproval to what he overhears, and looks to see if Tyrros is nearly done at the bar.
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
While waiting for Tyrros to get his drinks, Geoff leans over to the next table to the man talking about Elistan and briefly interrupts him, "Pardon me, sir for interrupting. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. You mentioned Elistan; turns out I have some business in Haven in the near future. Would you happen to know where I can find him there? It might save me some time. If you aren't sure, don't worry about it; I'll find another way. Sorry for interrupting your drinks."
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
The man looks at Geoff then burst out in laughter. He can't seem to stop himself and tears come to his eyes in mirth.
"Whoooo, that felt good." he says when he regains his breath, " When you get to Haven look for the biggest tower and go on top. He is there."
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