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Canary backs off from tenderizing the dead deer with his katana when Flitch starts all his yelling. He instead sheaths the blade, and tries lifting the hind of the beast.
Strength check: 15
He fails at even that task, and only succeeds in dirtying his Yellow jacket with all the dust the carcass is kicking up. He scowls down at his dirty clothes and backs off, content on letting the others do whatever they want.
The group gathers around the deer body at this point, discussing what to do with it.
"Well I guess if you want to carry a carcass for the whole afternoon you can." Pip says. "That thing looks a little heavy for me." His eyes look towards the well armoured paladin and cleric to potentially carry the deer.
(OOC: If you share the load, it won't impede too much on the travel. You won't gain ground on the caravan, but shouldn't lose too much either, being able to catch up with it by dusk. You can decide what to do with it when you arrive at camp then. If two of you are carrying the deer the whole way, I'd like a Strength or Constitution Saving Throw from them not to suffer exhaustion by the time it gets to evening. If you cycle between three people with at least 12 Strength, you should be fine)
(If it's less than 100 pounds I can carry it without being encumbered)
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Average fallow deer weighs about 125 lb, so with a bit of assistance you can carry it without much issue. It's fairly bulky too, so between two with decent Strength should be fine.
“yes of course Garith you know I cook about as well as a pickled Imp” Filtch responds to Ragmin.
“I- N.. No your not, never mind” He turns his head away the rest of the company and the deer. “I-, do whatever you want with the carcass, just for Pelor’s sake at-least bleed the damn thing before you go on and start chopping it up, like its a bloody dark elf. I need a minute to collect.” Filtch disconnects, something seems to have gotten to him. Once again gripping his dagger nervously as he had before his conversation with Thea, and starts pacing waiting for the rest of the group to be done with the deer.
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Fjorgin picks the deer up but seems to struggle with it.
"Hey Ragmin, mind helping me with this?"
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Fjorgin and Ragmin grab the deer between the two of them. With the combined effort it is no issue to carry this deer along the path, it's body lulling between the two as they traverse along the path.
Pip decides to regale a tale about his first time through Giant Steppe to the group as they travel along the travel route. The sun gleams down on the warm road, Pelor having a favourable day with only a few small clouds in the sky. The grass seems to vary in height here and there, patches that have regrown in the past few weeks after being flattened for caravan stops or being fed from by the herbivores.
"I'd never seen a giant before that day. The Steppe is only a stone, err, boulder's throw, away from Sun's Last Light. You'd think they'd more commonly come down from the hilly patch between the mountain range, but nearly never. I was on a training routine for runners, doing navigation and orienteering though the hills when there it was; five times my height, and a hundred times my weight. This huge bulky form of a dull skinned giant carrying a tree trunk as if it were a simple club, wandering through the dip in the hills. Watching its movements, it was headed over to a huge rock at the bottom of the hill, and that's where I saw the huge wolf beast that was pinned beneath the rock, unmoving. It managed to kill the beast with a single throw of that rock! I'm so glad I can hide in the briar nearby. I got a few cuts, but that creature didn't spot me. Not too bright and didn't seem that aware, but remembering seeing the crushed torso of that big beast reminds me to be wary when in giant territory; rocks fall, we die."
The travel that day goes fairly quietly, the lack of snakes making Pip feel a bit foolish after claiming that they would be a common occurrence in the plains. As it is getting to sundown, the caravan group ahead appears to have begun setting up camp, the carts being moves to one side of the road where it appears that some of the grass has been cut short for a common stopping area for an evening.
Filtch begins to calm down from his episode as the group makes way toward the caravan, Even drawing back closer to the group as pip tells his story. though he withholds any comment if he has any, as the group enters the camp he takes it upon himself to collect what kindling he can, and start to set up a camp fire on the side for him and his companions.
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Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
"Greetings tradesmen, We come bearing a gift. I think this deer is enough to feed everyone here. If your cook is willing to do the work of course. You certainly do not wish for me to cook it" Ragmin puffs as he helps carry the deer.
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Liavyre takes the bow back from Canary and says, "Everything to your liking friend? I made it myself."she gives the string a tug and quickly gives the bow a once-over before returning it to the side of her pack.
When the bolt is fired at the deer, she outstretches an arm as a reflex like she was going to say something. After it is killed, she has a expression if disapproval as the others start carrying it. Unsure of what to make of her companions commenting about her, says in response to the everyone's lines, "At least you intend to use the maxë from it. Who is Arwen?"
When Pip tells his story she takes a small book out of her pack with a wooden pencil resembling the shape of a twisted twig and begins writing in it.
She would like to know what Pip meant by 'huge wolf beast' as in what specific type of beast in the monster manual.
Not sure if she would just know from being a hunter or if a roll is required.
Approaching the caravan, it appears that a moderate sized campfire is being prepared at the centre of the clearing. The travellers appear to number two dozen total, mostly humans with a couple of elves and a dwarf. One of the humans, a well dressed looking merchant with a paunchy stomach wanders forward. "Welcome travellers," he says with a jolly tone. "My guards tell me you have been following our trail for some time now." He looks to the deer offering brought forward to Ragmin. "Oh, venison for dinner. How delightful, the Sun Lord has had his devout bring a final gift before sundown." He gestures for the group to join him in the camp. "You may place your gear over there, and make sure that the skin is delicately removed. It is unroughed and could be treated in Sun's Last Light." The second half of his sentence was directed at a couple of the merchants who appear to have some survivalist training to help skin and cut meat off of game animals.
Liavyre thinks there are a couple of known beasts that Pip's story could be describing. There are wolves that roam the nearby areas, so it could be a dire wolf. However, the way he speaks about it could lead to it being a warg, a semi-intelligent wolf-beast that is known to align with goblinoids and sometimes works as their mounts.
"Hmm...must have been a dire wolf or a warg. If it was the latter then we should be extra careful in the hills for their evil riders are never far away,"she says while finishing a few notes in her book before putting it away.
Liavyre puts her pack down, but keeps her swords on each hip and the bow with arrows on her back. She says at the appropriate time after other's introductions, "Mae govannen. What will do you do with the deer's skin and the bones?"
After not to long Filtch manages to get a small fire going, small relative to the large bon fire in the center of the camp, but large enough for a good five or six people to make quarter around if need be. Satisfied he sits in front of it for awhile, prodding it ever so often with a long stick, his eye watching the flame with the intensity that one might gaze upon a spectacle, a somber expression on his face. And then he does something one might not expect.
He begins to sing. His voice is still that of a withered soul, and it Isn't exactly the chorus of an angel. But his voice carries with it an uncharacteristic warmness, and if one wore to watch him as he goes down these lines, maybe its a trick of the flame's light, but the rodent might seem 20 years younger at this very moment.
“We fight for the youth, for those we have lost”
“For the armies of the lower”
“They continue to accost”
“The walls of our cities protected by god, and by sword”
“We will bring back the light, we will fight back the horde”
“For the lord of the horned, there is nothing he can do”
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
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Liavyre surpised at the unexpected singing, takes out her lute and tries her best to match the notes, tone, and rhythm to accentuate the singing from Fitch. Performance 19
After she finishes, she will ask, "A fine song, how did you come about it?"
Those of the caravan group who are neaby the campfire applaud for their performer. One of them, a fairly bulky human man in chain armour with short trim brown hair, steps forward to Filtch and Liavyre. "A fine song." He says in a deep baritone voice. "We were saying on the way here that we were missing a minstrel to perk up the journey." He then holds out a small pouch. "A little thanks from your audience. It's not much, but it'll buy you a few nights in Sun's Last Light." Checking the pouch it seems that there is a smattering of silver coins and a few gold. "Oh, and as for the deer, its skin can be used to make clothing or a bag and the bones will probably be used for medicine."
Checking inside the pouch, Filtch and Liavyre will found 24 sp, 4 ep, and 6 gp. Feel free to split it up how you see fit; probably half each.
Liavyre gives Filtch the coins given to her, "You were the tree trunk, I was merely a leaf," she says with a smile.
She gives a slight nod in thanks and puts her lute back in her pack.
After hearing their plans for the deer, she says, "You plan to use all of it. This is good. Have you happened upon any dangers during you travels? I like to keep notes of areas as I explore or hear about them."
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The man nods. "Yes, the animals around here aren't too large in number to waste anything." He looks over to the two members of their group who are gutting the deer a small distance away from the campfire. "The boss will most likely want to use it for the best coin he can. He's generous enough, but always prefers the highest bidder." He holds a hand out. "I'm Jarrad by the way. Been a caravan guard for about three years now; seen some interesting things. Wolf packs, occasional goblins, gnolls, and orcs, giant snakes a couple of times. This one point we even had a lesser demon skulking around."
In the meantime one of the caravan group has headed over to the rest of the group, a female human in light leathers over her travelling attire. "We have a couple of spare tents if you'd like to use it." She offers. "We shouldn't have rain tonight, but in case one of the clouds decides to shower us a roof over your head should be useful." She offers to help set up the two four-man tents from their personal cart for the group to use for the night.
Canary backs off from tenderizing the dead deer with his katana when Flitch starts all his yelling. He instead sheaths the blade, and tries lifting the hind of the beast.
Strength check: 15
He fails at even that task, and only succeeds in dirtying his Yellow jacket with all the dust the carcass is kicking up. He scowls down at his dirty clothes and backs off, content on letting the others do whatever they want.
The group gathers around the deer body at this point, discussing what to do with it.
"Well I guess if you want to carry a carcass for the whole afternoon you can." Pip says. "That thing looks a little heavy for me." His eyes look towards the well armoured paladin and cleric to potentially carry the deer.
(OOC: If you share the load, it won't impede too much on the travel. You won't gain ground on the caravan, but shouldn't lose too much either, being able to catch up with it by dusk. You can decide what to do with it when you arrive at camp then. If two of you are carrying the deer the whole way, I'd like a Strength or Constitution Saving Throw from them not to suffer exhaustion by the time it gets to evening. If you cycle between three people with at least 12 Strength, you should be fine)
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"I'll take it!"
(If it's less than 100 pounds I can carry it without being encumbered)
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Average fallow deer weighs about 125 lb, so with a bit of assistance you can carry it without much issue. It's fairly bulky too, so between two with decent Strength should be fine.
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“yes of course Garith you know I cook about as well as a pickled Imp” Filtch responds to Ragmin.
“I- N.. No your not, never mind” He turns his head away the rest of the company and the deer. “I-, do whatever you want with the carcass, just for Pelor’s sake at-least bleed the damn thing before you go on and start chopping it up, like its a bloody dark elf. I need a minute to collect.” Filtch disconnects, something seems to have gotten to him. Once again gripping his dagger nervously as he had before his conversation with Thea, and starts pacing waiting for the rest of the group to be done with the deer.
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Fjorgin picks the deer up but seems to struggle with it.
"Hey Ragmin, mind helping me with this?"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"yea no problem. Always willing to give a hand for fresh meat to have with dinner" Ragmin moves to assist Fjorgin.
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
Fjorgin and Ragmin grab the deer between the two of them. With the combined effort it is no issue to carry this deer along the path, it's body lulling between the two as they traverse along the path.
Pip decides to regale a tale about his first time through Giant Steppe to the group as they travel along the travel route. The sun gleams down on the warm road, Pelor having a favourable day with only a few small clouds in the sky. The grass seems to vary in height here and there, patches that have regrown in the past few weeks after being flattened for caravan stops or being fed from by the herbivores.
"I'd never seen a giant before that day. The Steppe is only a stone, err, boulder's throw, away from Sun's Last Light. You'd think they'd more commonly come down from the hilly patch between the mountain range, but nearly never. I was on a training routine for runners, doing navigation and orienteering though the hills when there it was; five times my height, and a hundred times my weight. This huge bulky form of a dull skinned giant carrying a tree trunk as if it were a simple club, wandering through the dip in the hills. Watching its movements, it was headed over to a huge rock at the bottom of the hill, and that's where I saw the huge wolf beast that was pinned beneath the rock, unmoving. It managed to kill the beast with a single throw of that rock! I'm so glad I can hide in the briar nearby. I got a few cuts, but that creature didn't spot me. Not too bright and didn't seem that aware, but remembering seeing the crushed torso of that big beast reminds me to be wary when in giant territory; rocks fall, we die."
The travel that day goes fairly quietly, the lack of snakes making Pip feel a bit foolish after claiming that they would be a common occurrence in the plains. As it is getting to sundown, the caravan group ahead appears to have begun setting up camp, the carts being moves to one side of the road where it appears that some of the grass has been cut short for a common stopping area for an evening.
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Filtch begins to calm down from his episode as the group makes way toward the caravan, Even drawing back closer to the group as pip tells his story. though he withholds any comment if he has any, as the group enters the camp he takes it upon himself to collect what kindling he can, and start to set up a camp fire on the side for him and his companions.
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
"Greetings tradesmen, We come bearing a gift. I think this deer is enough to feed everyone here. If your cook is willing to do the work of course. You certainly do not wish for me to cook it" Ragmin puffs as he helps carry the deer.
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
Liavyre takes the bow back from Canary and says, "Everything to your liking friend? I made it myself." she gives the string a tug and quickly gives the bow a once-over before returning it to the side of her pack.
When the bolt is fired at the deer, she outstretches an arm as a reflex like she was going to say something. After it is killed, she has a expression if disapproval as the others start carrying it. Unsure of what to make of her companions commenting about her, says in response to the everyone's lines, "At least you intend to use the maxë from it. Who is Arwen?"
When Pip tells his story she takes a small book out of her pack with a wooden pencil resembling the shape of a twisted twig and begins writing in it.
She would like to know what Pip meant by 'huge wolf beast' as in what specific type of beast in the monster manual.
Not sure if she would just know from being a hunter or if a roll is required.
Insight 22 Nature 17 Survival 22
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
Approaching the caravan, it appears that a moderate sized campfire is being prepared at the centre of the clearing. The travellers appear to number two dozen total, mostly humans with a couple of elves and a dwarf. One of the humans, a well dressed looking merchant with a paunchy stomach wanders forward. "Welcome travellers," he says with a jolly tone. "My guards tell me you have been following our trail for some time now." He looks to the deer offering brought forward to Ragmin. "Oh, venison for dinner. How delightful, the Sun Lord has had his devout bring a final gift before sundown." He gestures for the group to join him in the camp. "You may place your gear over there, and make sure that the skin is delicately removed. It is unroughed and could be treated in Sun's Last Light." The second half of his sentence was directed at a couple of the merchants who appear to have some survivalist training to help skin and cut meat off of game animals.
Liavyre thinks there are a couple of known beasts that Pip's story could be describing. There are wolves that roam the nearby areas, so it could be a dire wolf. However, the way he speaks about it could lead to it being a warg, a semi-intelligent wolf-beast that is known to align with goblinoids and sometimes works as their mounts.
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"Hmm...must have been a dire wolf or a warg. If it was the latter then we should be extra careful in the hills for their evil riders are never far away," she says while finishing a few notes in her book before putting it away.
Liavyre puts her pack down, but keeps her swords on each hip and the bow with arrows on her back. She says at the appropriate time after other's introductions, "Mae govannen. What will do you do with the deer's skin and the bones?"
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
After not to long Filtch manages to get a small fire going, small relative to the large bon fire in the center of the camp, but large enough for a good five or six people to make quarter around if need be. Satisfied he sits in front of it for awhile, prodding it ever so often with a long stick, his eye watching the flame with the intensity that one might gaze upon a spectacle, a somber expression on his face. And then he does something one might not expect.
He begins to sing. His voice is still that of a withered soul, and it Isn't exactly the chorus of an angel. But his voice carries with it an uncharacteristic warmness, and if one wore to watch him as he goes down these lines, maybe its a trick of the flame's light, but the rodent might seem 20 years younger at this very moment.
“We fight for the youth, for those we have lost”
“For the armies of the lower”
“They continue to accost”
“The walls of our cities protected by god, and by sword”
“We will bring back the light, we will fight back the horde”
“For the lord of the horned, there is nothing he can do”
“He may have sundered, our land”
“But we will push through”
“For gladly we die”
“Fighting back”
“The horde”
“Gladly we die, wielding valor and sword”
“We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost”
“For as long as we fight”
“We have not Truly lost”
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Ragmin listens very somberly to the song sung by Filtch.
Ragmins eyes get a little misty as he remember the stories his parents told him of being driven from their hillside town.
ooc: I really enjoyed that little song. very fitting to our story.
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
Liavyre surpised at the unexpected singing, takes out her lute and tries her best to match the notes, tone, and rhythm to accentuate the singing from Fitch. Performance 19
After she finishes, she will ask, "A fine song, how did you come about it?"
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
Those of the caravan group who are neaby the campfire applaud for their performer. One of them, a fairly bulky human man in chain armour with short trim brown hair, steps forward to Filtch and Liavyre. "A fine song." He says in a deep baritone voice. "We were saying on the way here that we were missing a minstrel to perk up the journey." He then holds out a small pouch. "A little thanks from your audience. It's not much, but it'll buy you a few nights in Sun's Last Light." Checking the pouch it seems that there is a smattering of silver coins and a few gold. "Oh, and as for the deer, its skin can be used to make clothing or a bag and the bones will probably be used for medicine."
Checking inside the pouch, Filtch and Liavyre will found 24 sp, 4 ep, and 6 gp. Feel free to split it up how you see fit; probably half each.
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Liavyre gives Filtch the coins given to her, "You were the tree trunk, I was merely a leaf," she says with a smile.
She gives a slight nod in thanks and puts her lute back in her pack.
After hearing their plans for the deer, she says, "You plan to use all of it. This is good. Have you happened upon any dangers during you travels? I like to keep notes of areas as I explore or hear about them."
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 nods. "Yes, the animals around here aren't too large in number to waste anything." He looks over to the two members of their group who are gutting the deer a small distance away from the campfire. "The boss will most likely want to use it for the best coin he can. He's generous enough, but always prefers the highest bidder." He holds a hand out. "I'm Jarrad by the way. Been a caravan guard for about three years now; seen some interesting things. Wolf packs, occasional goblins, gnolls, and orcs, giant snakes a couple of times. This one point we even had a lesser demon skulking around."
In the meantime one of the caravan group has headed over to the rest of the group, a female human in light leathers over her travelling attire. "We have a couple of spare tents if you'd like to use it." She offers. "We shouldn't have rain tonight, but in case one of the clouds decides to shower us a roof over your head should be useful." She offers to help set up the two four-man tents from their personal cart for the group to use for the night.
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Lia shakes his hand and says, "Pleased to meet you Jarrad. I go by Liavyre in the common tongue."
She goes back to her spot and sits down with her back against a tree and her hands relaxed behind her head.
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