Vilk leleading the group through a steady March was wondering about his companions, they were not of the woodlands as he was used to. Very strange indeed.
"Since the road seems to be long I was wondering if anyone would like to share a bit about themselves." Vilk's eyes were began to search all over, not to be looking for anything, but simply to avoid eye contact. "I myself was a guide for others in my homeland. It was much easier than this mountain." Not knowing what to say Vilk let the akward silence hang....hoping someone would fill the void.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Jumping at the opportunity Thalressa will speak up almost immediately "Oh I just love being out here. My people were woodland people as well. How I loved it there, everyone was just the greatest. Though my time there was great, I am so excited to be here with you all. Hopefully we find the mayor, he seemed like a nice guy."
Thalressa will skip ahead of the group a slightly as she begins to whistle a little song.
As Thalressa rounds a corner in the road she notices that the goblin tracks seem to slowly move around and disappear nearby some trees. The area around the trees is void of snow and no goblins are in sight. (Give me a perception check, only thalressa)
You look around and see only a small amount of shaken snow, but nothing else. As the rest of the group walks around a small bear cub comes stumbling out of the forest behind the group just as a mother bear comes running out and towards the group to attack Thalressa. (Natural 20 to hit, take 13 points of damage) The second attack is then directed at Vilk as he rounds the corner. (ALSO NATURAL 20 to hit, take 19points of damage)
Ivor you're first to act. This mother bear is standing next to you as she just slashed a deep gash down the side of the body of Vilk and now turns her attention to the last two of you as you stand between her and her cub, about 20 feet behind you. She is snarling hard and is severely angered by the instinct the protect her child.
Ivor, noticing the clear source of the bear's anger, moves to the left (25 ft), to be less of a barrier to the murderous mother. After he had moved out of the way, Ivor took out his two handaxes, preferring to stay as far away from this beast as possible.
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My Mountain Dwarf Fighter, from the Peaks of Winter Play by Post. I'm very proud of him. Thanks to VillainTheory for backstory inspiration.
The bear, still trying to cover the ground to its cub, is going to attack Kazander with a claw (17 to hit, 12 damage, enough to knock out) and then rush past it to block its cub from the party. It now seems to hold its wall in front of the cub and not look to want to rush forward. Its cub now backs up somewhat and rushes to leave the scene, the mother bear will likely follow its cub next.
After Ivor goes over to Kazander to try to get him up but fails because of his shaky hands and lack of knowledge of half-elf anatomy (Medicine check of 9), the bear rushes off with its cub (we are still in initiative because you guys need to make death saving throws) and leaves the field. (Now each of you needs to make another death saving throw).
Barely hanging on by a thread, Vilk began to rise. Feeling dizzy, he felt the he put his hand to his side feeling then wound. When he pulled it away, blook was covering it. StI'll in pain he quickly took off his cloak and tied it around himself to stop the bleed.
(Death Save: Nat 20)
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Now as the two stand up, Vilk walks back to Kazander and stabilizes him, muttering in a jovial manner "Your clumsy hands can't heal worth shit." Ivor then moves back to Thalressa and manages to get her stabilized and patching her throat while giving a thumbs up to Vilk which makes both of them laugh. Then they both decide to carry the two back to camp, knowing their friends will weigh them down. After a little jog down the road Ivor hears something moving through the snow and stops to listen better. This distracts Vilk for long enough and he keeps moving to only trip and fall face first on a root that was barely visible in the packed snow. Ivor turns to see a small goblin in the tree line who unsheathes its scimitar and runs forward (Ivor, Vilk, and the Goblin roll initiative).
Ivor, knowing of his companion's fragile state, dropped Kazander in the snow and charged at the goblin, hoping to bar his path to his allies with his body and blood. As he charged, he pulled his morningstar from it's sheath, the iron prongs on the ball of the mace gleaming dully in the sunlight. Ivor swung at the scimitar-wielding goblin, but misjudged his opponent's trajectory, swinging wide.
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My Mountain Dwarf Fighter, from the Peaks of Winter Play by Post. I'm very proud of him. Thanks to VillainTheory for backstory inspiration.
After flying face first into the ground. Vilk looked around to see the goblin 15 ft away. He stood up, drew his bow back, and fired at the goblin, only to have the arrow miss it's mark. The arrow flying above its head.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Ivor heard an arrow whsitle above him, clearly unsuccessfully in finding it's target. The goblin, on the other hand, seeing that it's surprise factor had vanished completely, and was facing two menacing foes, turned to flee. Ivor immediately sprinted after the goblin, but the much taller goblin was gaining ground on the dwarf, slowly if not surely. Ivor thrust his morningstar back into it's sheath and drew both his handaxes in it's steed. He drew back one of them, and threw it with all his strength. It was a perfect throw, one that turned his axe into a thing of bardic wonder, whistled through the air like an instrument of cold death. The axe struck the goblin in the petfect center of the back of it's head, and with a cry, the goblin, who just mere moments ago was so full of life, now lay dead in the snow.
As you fell the goblin and manage to reach its body you find only its weapons (scimitar and shortbow with 7 arrows) and a small bag which Ivor opens up and finds a small map leading from the campsite down the southeastern path to a small grove that is labeled as the base.
Ivor looted the goblin body. These vile creatures deserved no honor he might give to a greater being. He took the scimitar, adding it to his pack in case he ever be in need of such a weapon, retrieved his handaxe, picked up the 7 arrows, to give to Vilk, as they were useless to him, and last, he looked at the map. It clearly showed where the goblins base was in relation to the campsite, telling which path to take. He walked towards Vilk and his unconscious companion's bodies, offering Vilk both the arrows and the map.
OOC: If you want that scimitar, just ask for it.
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My Mountain Dwarf Fighter, from the Peaks of Winter Play by Post. I'm very proud of him. Thanks to VillainTheory for backstory inspiration.
Vilk seeing the offering accepts both greatfully. "Thank you friend, I shall look at this once our companions have recovered their strength," he grunts grabbing his side, "And mine as well." With cheer and determination, Vilk pushes himself and the group forward back to camp.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
As you guys get back to camp and sit down to rest, you hear howling in the distance and a harsh goblin scream even further away. After 3 hours the two of the group unconscious wake up and groggily awake at 1 hp.
OOC: You can all take a long rest if you want or wait another hour and all take a short rest.
Kazander's hours of unconsciousness are fitful and restless. He awakens screaming a name that might have been, "Tobin!"
His head jerks from side to side as he looks around, trying to figure out where he is and what happened. His hands fly behind him on their own and, upon finding his baglama, he relaxes visibly. His eyes flutter shut and he shakes his head. When he opens them again, his face bears the grin you've grown accustomed to over the past two weeks.
"My apologies, fair companions. My father kept a bear named Tobin, and our recent escapade brought back dear memories." He gasps as his gaze falls on the wounded aasimar. "Oh, my lady! How is she?" His fingers play gently along the strings of his instrument and he croons a few soft words in an unfamiliar tongue. The gashes left by the bear's claws knit themselves, and hopefully no scars will be left to sully her fair visage.
"Now, what about those goblins we were chasing?"
If that shortbow is laying around, Kazander wouldn't mind taking it, if a few of the arrows could be spared as well. Since he was unconscious during the goblinkilling, though, he doesn't know anything about it.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
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Vilk leleading the group through a steady March was wondering about his companions, they were not of the woodlands as he was used to. Very strange indeed.
"Since the road seems to be long I was wondering if anyone would like to share a bit about themselves." Vilk's eyes were began to search all over, not to be looking for anything, but simply to avoid eye contact. "I myself was a guide for others in my homeland. It was much easier than this mountain." Not knowing what to say Vilk let the akward silence hang....hoping someone would fill the void.
Jumping at the opportunity Thalressa will speak up almost immediately "Oh I just love being out here. My people were woodland people as well. How I loved it there, everyone was just the greatest. Though my time there was great, I am so excited to be here with you all. Hopefully we find the mayor, he seemed like a nice guy."
Thalressa will skip ahead of the group a slightly as she begins to whistle a little song.
As Thalressa rounds a corner in the road she notices that the goblin tracks seem to slowly move around and disappear nearby some trees. The area around the trees is void of snow and no goblins are in sight. (Give me a perception check, only thalressa)
Perception of 9.
You look around and see only a small amount of shaken snow, but nothing else. As the rest of the group walks around a small bear cub comes stumbling out of the forest behind the group just as a mother bear comes running out and towards the group to attack Thalressa. (Natural 20 to hit, take 13 points of damage) The second attack is then directed at Vilk as he rounds the corner. (ALSO NATURAL 20 to hit, take 19points of damage)
Initiative has been rolled
Order is:
Ivor - 21
Brown Bear - 19
Vilk - 17
Kazander - 14
Thalressa - 9
Ivor you're first to act. This mother bear is standing next to you as she just slashed a deep gash down the side of the body of Vilk and now turns her attention to the last two of you as you stand between her and her cub, about 20 feet behind you. She is snarling hard and is severely angered by the instinct the protect her child.
In a bloody fashion, Thalressa hits the ground hard but still seems to be breathing... for the moment.
Ivor, noticing the clear source of the bear's anger, moves to the left (25 ft), to be less of a barrier to the murderous mother. After he had moved out of the way, Ivor took out his two handaxes, preferring to stay as far away from this beast as possible.
My Mountain Dwarf Fighter, from the Peaks of Winter Play by Post. I'm very proud of him. Thanks to VillainTheory for backstory inspiration.
http://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/1903-the-peaks-of-winters-hold?comment=13
The bear, still trying to cover the ground to its cub, is going to attack Kazander with a claw (17 to hit, 12 damage, enough to knock out) and then rush past it to block its cub from the party. It now seems to hold its wall in front of the cub and not look to want to rush forward. Its cub now backs up somewhat and rushes to leave the scene, the mother bear will likely follow its cub next.
After Ivor goes over to Kazander to try to get him up but fails because of his shaky hands and lack of knowledge of half-elf anatomy (Medicine check of 9), the bear rushes off with its cub (we are still in initiative because you guys need to make death saving throws) and leaves the field. (Now each of you needs to make another death saving throw).
Barely hanging on by a thread, Vilk began to rise. Feeling dizzy, he felt the he put his hand to his side feeling then wound. When he pulled it away, blook was covering it. StI'll in pain he quickly took off his cloak and tied it around himself to stop the bleed.
(Death Save: Nat 20)
Now as the two stand up, Vilk walks back to Kazander and stabilizes him, muttering in a jovial manner "Your clumsy hands can't heal worth shit." Ivor then moves back to Thalressa and manages to get her stabilized and patching her throat while giving a thumbs up to Vilk which makes both of them laugh. Then they both decide to carry the two back to camp, knowing their friends will weigh them down. After a little jog down the road Ivor hears something moving through the snow and stops to listen better. This distracts Vilk for long enough and he keeps moving to only trip and fall face first on a root that was barely visible in the packed snow. Ivor turns to see a small goblin in the tree line who unsheathes its scimitar and runs forward (Ivor, Vilk, and the Goblin roll initiative).
Ivor, knowing of his companion's fragile state, dropped Kazander in the snow and charged at the goblin, hoping to bar his path to his allies with his body and blood. As he charged, he pulled his morningstar from it's sheath, the iron prongs on the ball of the mace gleaming dully in the sunlight. Ivor swung at the scimitar-wielding goblin, but misjudged his opponent's trajectory, swinging wide.
My Mountain Dwarf Fighter, from the Peaks of Winter Play by Post. I'm very proud of him. Thanks to VillainTheory for backstory inspiration.
http://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/1903-the-peaks-of-winters-hold?comment=13
After flying face first into the ground. Vilk looked around to see the goblin 15 ft away. He stood up, drew his bow back, and fired at the goblin, only to have the arrow miss it's mark. The arrow flying above its head.
Ivor heard an arrow whsitle above him, clearly unsuccessfully in finding it's target. The goblin, on the other hand, seeing that it's surprise factor had vanished completely, and was facing two menacing foes, turned to flee. Ivor immediately sprinted after the goblin, but the much taller goblin was gaining ground on the dwarf, slowly if not surely. Ivor thrust his morningstar back into it's sheath and drew both his handaxes in it's steed. He drew back one of them, and threw it with all his strength. It was a perfect throw, one that turned his axe into a thing of bardic wonder, whistled through the air like an instrument of cold death. The axe struck the goblin in the petfect center of the back of it's head, and with a cry, the goblin, who just mere moments ago was so full of life, now lay dead in the snow.
My Mountain Dwarf Fighter, from the Peaks of Winter Play by Post. I'm very proud of him. Thanks to VillainTheory for backstory inspiration.
http://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/1903-the-peaks-of-winters-hold?comment=13
As you fell the goblin and manage to reach its body you find only its weapons (scimitar and shortbow with 7 arrows) and a small bag which Ivor opens up and finds a small map leading from the campsite down the southeastern path to a small grove that is labeled as the base.
Ivor looted the goblin body. These vile creatures deserved no honor he might give to a greater being. He took the scimitar, adding it to his pack in case he ever be in need of such a weapon, retrieved his handaxe, picked up the 7 arrows, to give to Vilk, as they were useless to him, and last, he looked at the map. It clearly showed where the goblins base was in relation to the campsite, telling which path to take. He walked towards Vilk and his unconscious companion's bodies, offering Vilk both the arrows and the map.
OOC: If you want that scimitar, just ask for it.
My Mountain Dwarf Fighter, from the Peaks of Winter Play by Post. I'm very proud of him. Thanks to VillainTheory for backstory inspiration.
http://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/1903-the-peaks-of-winters-hold?comment=13
Vilk seeing the offering accepts both greatfully. "Thank you friend, I shall look at this once our companions have recovered their strength," he grunts grabbing his side, "And mine as well." With cheer and determination, Vilk pushes himself and the group forward back to camp.
As you guys get back to camp and sit down to rest, you hear howling in the distance and a harsh goblin scream even further away. After 3 hours the two of the group unconscious wake up and groggily awake at 1 hp.
OOC: You can all take a long rest if you want or wait another hour and all take a short rest.
Kazander's hours of unconsciousness are fitful and restless. He awakens screaming a name that might have been, "Tobin!"
His head jerks from side to side as he looks around, trying to figure out where he is and what happened. His hands fly behind him on their own and, upon finding his baglama, he relaxes visibly. His eyes flutter shut and he shakes his head. When he opens them again, his face bears the grin you've grown accustomed to over the past two weeks.
"My apologies, fair companions. My father kept a bear named Tobin, and our recent escapade brought back dear memories." He gasps as his gaze falls on the wounded aasimar. "Oh, my lady! How is she?" His fingers play gently along the strings of his instrument and he croons a few soft words in an unfamiliar tongue. The gashes left by the bear's claws knit themselves, and hopefully no scars will be left to sully her fair visage.
"Now, what about those goblins we were chasing?"
If that shortbow is laying around, Kazander wouldn't mind taking it, if a few of the arrows could be spared as well. Since he was unconscious during the goblinkilling, though, he doesn't know anything about it.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...