Gavin nods at the bartender as he finishes his ale, making quick work of the drink before following Graceela on her way out of the tavern, checking his equipment to be sure it all stays where it belongs.
Graceela, not one for waiting when there were things to be done (especially when those things involved combat and winning glory for herself), only gave the others a half-minute to ready themselves before she was out the door. She had not expected to end up with people coming along for this endeavor (or any endeavor, really), but she did not begrudge them their desire to spill the blood of beasts and bathe in glory. Such were her motivations, after all. To slay the beasts that harried the camps in the plains and then, after warming herself up with the blood of such base foes, she would head to the mines where the goblins had planted themselves. She would rid the tunnels of their goblin infestation and then find her way to the blacksmith to tell him of her deeds. And then, from there, she would be able to learn about the lycanthrope hunters and where their quarry were so she could win more glory in the blaze of battle against such foul creatures.
In her mind, it was a good and simple plan and, of course, there was no way that it would not go exactly as she thought it would. In her mind, no beast could match her and all foes would be felled before her. She would bathe in their blood, prove her worth and march back to her clan with the head of some great foe she had felled to show them that she was the only choice for Chief. She would do this, she had decided, or she would die trying.
And the first step to that was the step she now took through town and towards the outskirts where she thought she would be able to find her way to the plains easily enough, her eyes determined and her expression one of predatory expectation and excitement.
On the outskirts of town there's a wide selection of small dirt paths to choose from that lead out into the plains. Graceela can spy a few tents on the horizon to the west.
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DMing: Adventures in (and around) Houndstooth | Sellswords on the Endless Plains
Once on a path, Graceela of the Frostwind rarel deviates from it and so she did not let anything distract her from the trek out of town towards the plains. The numerous dirt paths seemed to wind around but all led out to the same place, it seemed. It was as she reached the outskirts of town, seeing the tents off to the west, that she smiled to herself and stalked forward just a bit faster, eager to be onto the task she had set for herself. Her fingers flexed slightly as though in anticipation to hold a weapon and put it to use, something she found great joy in when she was given the chance.
She headed for the tents, quick to look around for any people that made their homes there. When and if she found somebody, she would stop them to ask if there was somebody in charge, a leader or chief of their camp that she could speak to.
Graceela looks quizzically at the tiefling, her head quirked to the side and her eyes full of confusion. "Move fast or die. Life is brutal and short. You must move quick or everything will be out of reach and you will be dead before you know it. A hunt can be slow-paced, but the hunter must be ever quick to catch her prey.", she stated, thinking those words should be common sense. It was, after all, how one lived in the icy wilderness that she had grown in and she, thinking herself strong and true, could only think that was the correct way to be raised as it was what resulted in her very self.
"I... see... "Dekket answers " Thanks for the advice. I can be pretty quick when necessary, but if you continue at this pace you will not have backup when the time for fighting comes "he points to the rest that seem to be a little bit off the trail, he in fact is trying to hold the fact that he really needs to catch his breath. " Don't have the troops to reach the battlefield rested and able to fight?"
Graceela frowned, in an almost pouting fashion, before giving a small harrumph of displeasure. "Hmph. Remember, Dekket Karkrow, that I did not invite any of you along with me. You invited yourselves. Whether you can keep up or not is your problem, not mine.", she said to him tersely.
But, though she said that, one would note that she did slow her stride slightly, the tiefling's words seeming to catch in the barbarian woman's mind at least a bit even if she would not admit it out loud. A creature of stubborn pride is Graceela Frostwind, it does seem.
"Fair enough!" replies the tiefling to her bowing his head slightly to show that no offence was intended and none was taken and he tries to catch up with her, but smiles when notice that she reduces her striding.
Gavin keeps moving, steadily keeping pace with the others. While his bow wasn't in his hand, it was strung and on his back where he could quickly bring it to bear if the situation arose.
Graceela looked over to the man she had dubbed as soft, his name escaping her for a moment, causing her to lapse into a prolonged silence until it came back to her. "There was nothing to miss, Fanric Sternward. We still have to learn who it is that is in charge of this camp or learn from others exactly what sort of beasts are attacking, when they do so and where. We must know our enemy before we slay them.", she stated to him firmly, bringing a fist up and slamming it into the palm of her other hand with a thud as a feral smile curved her lips, "And then there will be blood and glory!"
Graceela furrowed her brow and frowned as she looked to the two men, shaking her head as though in disapproval. "Glory is it's own reward! Honor won in combat and strength proven with blood should be more than enough!", she asserted firmly...and then, after a long moment, added, "But...I know people of these lands value gold over glory, strange though that may be. So, if it is what you seek, I am certain these people would pay to have the beasts slain. After all, they probably value their lives over their gold."
Speaking of the people of the camp, as they approached the tents proper, Graceela kept an eye out for somebody to speak to about what was occurring here. She needed to know which way her enemies were, after all.
"Glory is good... gold is better! Glory doesn't pay the landlord or the tax collector but it's nice to have. It'll get you a few drinks on the old house from time to time!" Says Cade Crimson. Looking at the tent city coming into view he adds. "Not that this lot has a lot of gold laying around but more than a few brave souls have done quite well in both glory and gold by killing orcs, goblins and other nasty buggers and looting their loot!"
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DM: A JOURNEY ACROSS THE PLANES
PLAYER CHARACTER SELLSWORDS ON THE ENDLESS PLAINS: CADE CRIMSON, BARD
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Gavin nods at the bartender as he finishes his ale, making quick work of the drink before following Graceela on her way out of the tavern, checking his equipment to be sure it all stays where it belongs.
Cade Crimson was quick to follow Graceela to the door. He knew that she would follow the action and gold follows action.
DM: A JOURNEY ACROSS THE PLANES
PLAYER CHARACTER
SELLSWORDS ON THE ENDLESS PLAINS: CADE CRIMSON, BARD
Graceela, not one for waiting when there were things to be done (especially when those things involved combat and winning glory for herself), only gave the others a half-minute to ready themselves before she was out the door. She had not expected to end up with people coming along for this endeavor (or any endeavor, really), but she did not begrudge them their desire to spill the blood of beasts and bathe in glory. Such were her motivations, after all. To slay the beasts that harried the camps in the plains and then, after warming herself up with the blood of such base foes, she would head to the mines where the goblins had planted themselves. She would rid the tunnels of their goblin infestation and then find her way to the blacksmith to tell him of her deeds. And then, from there, she would be able to learn about the lycanthrope hunters and where their quarry were so she could win more glory in the blaze of battle against such foul creatures.
In her mind, it was a good and simple plan and, of course, there was no way that it would not go exactly as she thought it would. In her mind, no beast could match her and all foes would be felled before her. She would bathe in their blood, prove her worth and march back to her clan with the head of some great foe she had felled to show them that she was the only choice for Chief. She would do this, she had decided, or she would die trying.
And the first step to that was the step she now took through town and towards the outskirts where she thought she would be able to find her way to the plains easily enough, her eyes determined and her expression one of predatory expectation and excitement.
On the outskirts of town there's a wide selection of small dirt paths to choose from that lead out into the plains. Graceela can spy a few tents on the horizon to the west.
DMing: Adventures in (and around) Houndstooth | Sellswords on the Endless Plains
Player in: Dark Omens
Once on a path, Graceela of the Frostwind rarel deviates from it and so she did not let anything distract her from the trek out of town towards the plains. The numerous dirt paths seemed to wind around but all led out to the same place, it seemed. It was as she reached the outskirts of town, seeing the tents off to the west, that she smiled to herself and stalked forward just a bit faster, eager to be onto the task she had set for herself. Her fingers flexed slightly as though in anticipation to hold a weapon and put it to use, something she found great joy in when she was given the chance.
She headed for the tents, quick to look around for any people that made their homes there. When and if she found somebody, she would stop them to ask if there was somebody in charge, a leader or chief of their camp that she could speak to.
Dekket follows Graceela just a few feet behind her, trying to keep her pace.
“Tell me... are you so fast for everything? “ he asks
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Graceela looks quizzically at the tiefling, her head quirked to the side and her eyes full of confusion. "Move fast or die. Life is brutal and short. You must move quick or everything will be out of reach and you will be dead before you know it. A hunt can be slow-paced, but the hunter must be ever quick to catch her prey.", she stated, thinking those words should be common sense. It was, after all, how one lived in the icy wilderness that she had grown in and she, thinking herself strong and true, could only think that was the correct way to be raised as it was what resulted in her very self.
"I... see... " Dekket answers " Thanks for the advice. I can be pretty quick when necessary, but if you continue at this pace you will not have backup when the time for fighting comes " he points to the rest that seem to be a little bit off the trail, he in fact is trying to hold the fact that he really needs to catch his breath. " Don't have the troops to reach the battlefield rested and able to fight?"
PbP Character: A few ;)
Graceela frowned, in an almost pouting fashion, before giving a small harrumph of displeasure. "Hmph. Remember, Dekket Karkrow, that I did not invite any of you along with me. You invited yourselves. Whether you can keep up or not is your problem, not mine.", she said to him tersely.
But, though she said that, one would note that she did slow her stride slightly, the tiefling's words seeming to catch in the barbarian woman's mind at least a bit even if she would not admit it out loud. A creature of stubborn pride is Graceela Frostwind, it does seem.
"Fair enough!" replies the tiefling to her bowing his head slightly to show that no offence was intended and none was taken and he tries to catch up with her, but smiles when notice that she reduces her striding.
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Fanric quickly hurrying to catch up pulls in beside Graceela on the other side,
miss anything?
Gavin keeps moving, steadily keeping pace with the others. While his bow wasn't in his hand, it was strung and on his back where he could quickly bring it to bear if the situation arose.
Graceela looked over to the man she had dubbed as soft, his name escaping her for a moment, causing her to lapse into a prolonged silence until it came back to her. "There was nothing to miss, Fanric Sternward. We still have to learn who it is that is in charge of this camp or learn from others exactly what sort of beasts are attacking, when they do so and where. We must know our enemy before we slay them.", she stated to him firmly, bringing a fist up and slamming it into the palm of her other hand with a thud as a feral smile curved her lips, "And then there will be blood and glory!"
"And... rewards... right?!" ask Dekket half-smiling.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Fanric turns to dekket of course rewards! There are always rewards involved my friend. he chuckles
Graceela furrowed her brow and frowned as she looked to the two men, shaking her head as though in disapproval. "Glory is it's own reward! Honor won in combat and strength proven with blood should be more than enough!", she asserted firmly...and then, after a long moment, added, "But...I know people of these lands value gold over glory, strange though that may be. So, if it is what you seek, I am certain these people would pay to have the beasts slain. After all, they probably value their lives over their gold."
Speaking of the people of the camp, as they approached the tents proper, Graceela kept an eye out for somebody to speak to about what was occurring here. She needed to know which way her enemies were, after all.
"Glory is good... gold is better! Glory doesn't pay the landlord or the tax collector but it's nice to have. It'll get you a few drinks on the old house from time to time!" Says Cade Crimson. Looking at the tent city coming into view he adds. "Not that this lot has a lot of gold laying around but more than a few brave souls have done quite well in both glory and gold by killing orcs, goblins and other nasty buggers and looting their loot!"
DM: A JOURNEY ACROSS THE PLANES
PLAYER CHARACTER
SELLSWORDS ON THE ENDLESS PLAINS: CADE CRIMSON, BARD