((This thread is for the in-character roleplaying between members of the Three Waters Barbarian Tribe. Other threads will be created for specific adventures.))
The sun stretched a band of gold across the eastern horizon, and cast shadows on the mountain faces to the west. The bright eye of the heavens beheld great green fields, with scattered forests dotting the landscape. A massive herd of cattle stood sleeping, surrounded by the tents, carts, and wagons of the people of the Three Waters Tribe. Steers grunted as they woke from their slumber, many of them starting to feed as soon as their eyes were open. A cool breeze washed over the tall grass, causing the dew droplets to slide down every blade.
While there was no town in sight, a single dirt road wound its way through the plains, and a lone inn stood on its own. The owner, nervous about the tribe of barbarians camped so near his home, stationed a watchman at the front door, a goliath armed with a cudgel. Yet, for all his strength, the goliath knew that if this tribe truly meant those at the inn any harm, he could do very little to stop them. The barbarians of the Three Waters Tribe numbered in the hundreds just in this particular camp. He guessed that, with the other tribes included, they numbered in the thousands, if not tens of thousands, if one counted children, elders, and all. In some ways, the elder barbarians were more frightening than the younger ones, for one did not reach an old age while living such a hard life unless one was truly formidable.
The earliest risers were the home-makers. Those who did not fight, hunt, or herd cattle, but rather did all the other forms of work needed to sustain life. Some made their way to the stream to wash laundry. Others started up the campfires to cook breakfast, or took to sharpening swords, spears, and axes. Following them came those who would handle the hunting, herding, and other, more specialized tasks for the tribe. Many embraced their lovers warmly, whispering, "Good morning," into their ears.
Elders awoke too, making their rounds to ask the tribespeople what they needed, or what trouble they anticipated in the near future. It was these elders who assigned tasks, and even quests, to those capable of carrying them out.
Tambor walks through the camp looking for a companion. "Anyone want to join up and take a walk over to that inn?" she asks, "Looks like they've put a guard up. Perhaps a gesture of goodwill, maybe trading some milk from out cattle for the local cuisine, could ease any possible tensions."0
[[ Doesn't look like anyone chose red, so green is distinctive enough, right? ]]
Tambor walks through the camp looking for a companion. "Anyone want to join up and take a walk over to that inn?" she asks, "Looks like they've put a guard up. Perhaps a gesture of goodwill, maybe trading some milk from out cattle for the local cuisine, could ease any possible tensions."0
[[ Doesn't look like anyone chose red, so green is distinctive enough, right? ]]
Ku plays quietly in a small mud puddle, when he notices Tambor heading towards the Inn. "Brother, I go with you." Ku is a Half-Orc of smaller than average stature. With great white tusks sticking slightly out from his bottom row of teeth. One could say that it looks like he's smiling. Other Half-Orcs ignore him, still some ridicule him for using wild magic. The truth is that Ku appears oblivious to ridicule and often talks to himself or seems like he's listening to music that only he can hear. Although he may seem distracted, Ku has been very helpful to the tribe, taking care of the elderly and sick, using his command of fire and cold and mud to great effect for the tribe.
He stands up from the puddle, covered in mud from head to toe, quickly shakes some off and then skips up to Tambor, "Wait for me. I come."
Tambor looks at the mud-draped Ku and takes a slight step back to avoid getting any on her. She's not a stranger to getting dirty, but it's nice to avoid when unnecessary. "Hey, Ku." she says with a wry smile. "It's a rather nice morning today." she says making conversation, "My main plans today were keeping watch. How about yours? How have the elders been doing recently?"
Esseer steps out of his tent, squinting in the harsh sunlight. He prods the ground near him with his quarterstaff as if analysing it. "Yes", he says to himself, "This shall make a fine burial ground". He sprinkles a few pinches of holy water over it from his hip flask and then turns towards the village, where he sees Tambor and Ku in discussion. He makes his way over and interjects himself to the conversation. With a hint of arrogance in his voice, he looks at them both and says "Ah what a pleasure to see you too on this fine morning! The light compliments your armour nicely, does it not Tambor? Oh, and Ku! You are looking particularly..."He hesitates for a moment as he looks Ku up and down, trying to think of a compliment "...muddy as usual I see?" He then falls quiet for a second or two, as if he is allowing the compliment to 'sink in' despite the awkwardness of the atmosphere, before starting up again. "Well I shall let you too get on, I'm sure you half-orcs have the most riveting conversations! I myself am heading towards the local inn if you are interested in accompanying me? I'd like to see if they serve spirits, as they attract, well, spirits unsurprisingly, which will do wonders for the new burial ground I'm preparing!"
Zaupu wakes from a blissful dream of combat. He almost seems to be smiling as he recalls the dream. He longs for battle and misses it terribly. He often goes hunting to get food for the tribe, just as an excuse to kill something. Its not near as good as a battle, but at least its something. When the elder walks up, he says "I volunteer for hunt, if you don't need someone to fight today." That is pretty much what he says every morning, hoping the elder will give him some quest or task that will involve fighting something more challenging than an elk, deer or boar.
((This thread is for the in-character roleplaying between members of the Three Waters Barbarian Tribe. Other threads will be created for specific adventures.))
The sun stretched a band of gold across the eastern horizon, and cast shadows on the mountain faces to the west. The bright eye of the heavens beheld great green fields, with scattered forests dotting the landscape. A massive herd of cattle stood sleeping, surrounded by the tents, carts, and wagons of the people of the Three Waters Tribe. Steers grunted as they woke from their slumber, many of them starting to feed as soon as their eyes were open. A cool breeze washed over the tall grass, causing the dew droplets to slide down every blade.
While there was no town in sight, a single dirt road wound its way through the plains, and a lone inn stood on its own. The owner, nervous about the tribe of barbarians camped so near his home, stationed a watchman at the front door, a goliath armed with a cudgel. Yet, for all his strength, the goliath knew that if this tribe truly meant those at the inn any harm, he could do very little to stop them. The barbarians of the Three Waters Tribe numbered in the hundreds just in this particular camp. He guessed that, with the other tribes included, they numbered in the thousands, if not tens of thousands, if one counted children, elders, and all. In some ways, the elder barbarians were more frightening than the younger ones, for one did not reach an old age while living such a hard life unless one was truly formidable.
The earliest risers were the home-makers. Those who did not fight, hunt, or herd cattle, but rather did all the other forms of work needed to sustain life. Some made their way to the stream to wash laundry. Others started up the campfires to cook breakfast, or took to sharpening swords, spears, and axes. Following them came those who would handle the hunting, herding, and other, more specialized tasks for the tribe. Many embraced their lovers warmly, whispering, "Good morning," into their ears.
Elders awoke too, making their rounds to ask the tribespeople what they needed, or what trouble they anticipated in the near future. It was these elders who assigned tasks, and even quests, to those capable of carrying them out.
Zaupu wakes from a blissful dream of combat. He almost seems to be smiling as he recalls the dream. He longs for battle and misses it terribly. He often goes hunting to get food for the tribe, just as an excuse to kill something. Its not near as good as a battle, but at least its something. When the elder walks up, he says "I volunteer for hunt, if you don't need someone to fight today." That is pretty much what he says every morning, hoping the elder will give him some quest or task that will involve fighting something more challenging than an elk, deer or boar.
Harbek:
”I’ll come huntin’ with ya Zapau, if yer don’t mind. I can make ya stealthier.”
Aurochs would be cool! It could even be a mix of cows, steer, ox and aurochs. They would all get along with each other. As long its ok with DM, I would like it to be a mix. Each breed would have a different advantage to the tribe!
Esseer steps out of his tent, squinting in the harsh sunlight. He prods the ground near him with his quarterstaff as if analysing it. "Yes", he says to himself, "This shall make a fine burial ground". He sprinkles a few pinches of holy water over it from his hip flask and then turns towards the village, where he sees Tambor and Ku in discussion. He makes his way over and interjects himself to the conversation. With a hint of arrogance in his voice, he looks at them both and says "Ah what a pleasure to see you too on this fine morning! The light compliments your armour nicely, does it not Tambor? Oh, and Ku! You are looking particularly..."He hesitates for a moment as he looks Ku up and down, trying to think of a compliment "...muddy as usual I see?" He then falls quiet for a second or two, as if he is allowing the compliment to 'sink in' despite the awkwardness of the atmosphere, before starting up again. "Well I shall let you too get on, I'm sure you half-orcs have the most riveting conversations! I myself am heading towards the local inn if you are interested in accompanying me? I'd like to see if they serve spirits, as they attract, well, spirits unsurprisingly, which will do wonders for the new burial ground I'm preparing!"
"How fortuitous you were planning to head towards the inn. That was our plan too. The more the merrier" she pauses for a moment and a solemn look comes on her face. "New burial ground you say? Who died this time?"
Zaupu wakes from a blissful dream of combat. He almost seems to be smiling as he recalls the dream. He longs for battle and misses it terribly. He often goes hunting to get food for the tribe, just as an excuse to kill something. Its not near as good as a battle, but at least its something. When the elder walks up, he says "I volunteer for hunt, if you don't need someone to fight today." That is pretty much what he says every morning, hoping the elder will give him some quest or task that will involve fighting something more challenging than an elk, deer or boar.
Harbek:
”I’ll come huntin’ with ya Zapau, if yer don’t mind. I can make ya stealthier.”
Zaupu nods to Harbek. "I would enjoy the company brother. That would mean more meat for the tribe!"
Aurochs would be cool! It could even be a mix of cows, steer, ox and aurochs. They would all get along with each other. As long its ok with DM, I would like it to be a mix. Each breed would have a different advantage to the tribe!
And deep rothe maybe? Or what about stench kows? 😂
Zaupu wakes from a blissful dream of combat. He almost seems to be smiling as he recalls the dream. He longs for battle and misses it terribly. He often goes hunting to get food for the tribe, just as an excuse to kill something. Its not near as good as a battle, but at least its something. When the elder walks up, he says "I volunteer for hunt, if you don't need someone to fight today." That is pretty much what he says every morning, hoping the elder will give him some quest or task that will involve fighting something more challenging than an elk, deer or boar.
Harbek:
”I’ll come huntin’ with ya Zapau, if yer don’t mind. I can make ya stealthier.”
Zaupu nods to Harbek. "I would enjoy the company brother. That would mean more meat for the tribe!"
Oh, and Ku! You are looking particularly...muddy as usual I see? "Brother, you are not wrong."
Hey, Ku. How have the elders been doing recently?
"Why Old Grak (half-orc) is getting stronger after his illness, Wise Hulga (Goliath) is managing quite well for age and coping with her blindness, and Quiet Krag (Orc) seems ever so strong and peaceful, we meditate daily and he hasn't had a blow-up in moons. I love my family of tribesmen and tribeswomen."
Harbek expends a 1st level spell slot to use ‘Primeval Awareness’; meaning that for 1 minute he knows the if there’s any aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends or undead within a mile of him, but he doesn’t know how many of them there are, or where they are within that mile.
Soon after Harbek and Zaupu get into the woods, Zaupu taps Harbek on the shoulder and points off to the right. A faint rustling sound comes from the other side of a few trees. "Do you see anything brother?", Zaupu whispers
OOC: if we are in forest, and it hasn’t been a minute since I used primeval awareness, the range on it would increase from 1 mile to 6 miles, because I am in my favoured terrain.
Soon after Harbek and Zaupu get into the woods, Zaupu taps Harbek on the shoulder and points off to the right. A faint rustling sound comes from the other side of a few trees. "Do you see anything brother?", Zaupu whispers
.
Perception check: 10 (3+7)
@NicoBones333, does Harbek sense any aberrant, celestial, draconic, elemental, fey, fiendish or undead presense within 6 miles of himself?
((This thread is for the in-character roleplaying between members of the Three Waters Barbarian Tribe. Other threads will be created for specific adventures.))
The sun stretched a band of gold across the eastern horizon, and cast shadows on the mountain faces to the west. The bright eye of the heavens beheld great green fields, with scattered forests dotting the landscape. A massive herd of cattle stood sleeping, surrounded by the tents, carts, and wagons of the people of the Three Waters Tribe. Steers grunted as they woke from their slumber, many of them starting to feed as soon as their eyes were open. A cool breeze washed over the tall grass, causing the dew droplets to slide down every blade.
While there was no town in sight, a single dirt road wound its way through the plains, and a lone inn stood on its own. The owner, nervous about the tribe of barbarians camped so near his home, stationed a watchman at the front door, a goliath armed with a cudgel. Yet, for all his strength, the goliath knew that if this tribe truly meant those at the inn any harm, he could do very little to stop them. The barbarians of the Three Waters Tribe numbered in the hundreds just in this particular camp. He guessed that, with the other tribes included, they numbered in the thousands, if not tens of thousands, if one counted children, elders, and all. In some ways, the elder barbarians were more frightening than the younger ones, for one did not reach an old age while living such a hard life unless one was truly formidable.
The earliest risers were the home-makers. Those who did not fight, hunt, or herd cattle, but rather did all the other forms of work needed to sustain life. Some made their way to the stream to wash laundry. Others started up the campfires to cook breakfast, or took to sharpening swords, spears, and axes. Following them came those who would handle the hunting, herding, and other, more specialized tasks for the tribe. Many embraced their lovers warmly, whispering, "Good morning," into their ears.
Elders awoke too, making their rounds to ask the tribespeople what they needed, or what trouble they anticipated in the near future. It was these elders who assigned tasks, and even quests, to those capable of carrying them out.
Tambor Arinahm
Tambor walks through the camp looking for a companion. "Anyone want to join up and take a walk over to that inn?" she asks, "Looks like they've put a guard up. Perhaps a gesture of goodwill, maybe trading some milk from out cattle for the local cuisine, could ease any possible tensions."0
[[ Doesn't look like anyone chose red, so green is distinctive enough, right? ]]
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Ku
Ku plays quietly in a small mud puddle, when he notices Tambor heading towards the Inn. "Brother, I go with you." Ku is a Half-Orc of smaller than average stature. With great white tusks sticking slightly out from his bottom row of teeth. One could say that it looks like he's smiling. Other Half-Orcs ignore him, still some ridicule him for using wild magic. The truth is that Ku appears oblivious to ridicule and often talks to himself or seems like he's listening to music that only he can hear. Although he may seem distracted, Ku has been very helpful to the tribe, taking care of the elderly and sick, using his command of fire and cold and mud to great effect for the tribe.
He stands up from the puddle, covered in mud from head to toe, quickly shakes some off and then skips up to Tambor, "Wait for me. I come."
Tambor Arinahm
Tambor looks at the mud-draped Ku and takes a slight step back to avoid getting any on her. She's not a stranger to getting dirty, but it's nice to avoid when unnecessary. "Hey, Ku." she says with a wry smile. "It's a rather nice morning today." she says making conversation, "My main plans today were keeping watch. How about yours? How have the elders been doing recently?"
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Esseer steps out of his tent, squinting in the harsh sunlight. He prods the ground near him with his quarterstaff as if analysing it. "Yes", he says to himself, "This shall make a fine burial ground". He sprinkles a few pinches of holy water over it from his hip flask and then turns towards the village, where he sees Tambor and Ku in discussion. He makes his way over and interjects himself to the conversation. With a hint of arrogance in his voice, he looks at them both and says "Ah what a pleasure to see you too on this fine morning! The light compliments your armour nicely, does it not Tambor? Oh, and Ku! You are looking particularly..." He hesitates for a moment as he looks Ku up and down, trying to think of a compliment "...muddy as usual I see?" He then falls quiet for a second or two, as if he is allowing the compliment to 'sink in' despite the awkwardness of the atmosphere, before starting up again. "Well I shall let you too get on, I'm sure you half-orcs have the most riveting conversations! I myself am heading towards the local inn if you are interested in accompanying me? I'd like to see if they serve spirits, as they attract, well, spirits unsurprisingly, which will do wonders for the new burial ground I'm preparing!"
*Despite everything, it's still you
Zaupu wakes from a blissful dream of combat. He almost seems to be smiling as he recalls the dream. He longs for battle and misses it terribly. He often goes hunting to get food for the tribe, just as an excuse to kill something. Its not near as good as a battle, but at least its something. When the elder walks up, he says "I volunteer for hunt, if you don't need someone to fight today." That is pretty much what he says every morning, hoping the elder will give him some quest or task that will involve fighting something more challenging than an elk, deer or boar.
OOC: can the cattle be aurochs?
https://www.google.com.au/search?q=aurochs&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-au&client=safari
Harbek:
”I’ll come huntin’ with ya Zapau, if yer don’t mind. I can make ya stealthier.”
Aurochs would be cool! It could even be a mix of cows, steer, ox and aurochs. They would all get along with each other. As long its ok with DM, I would like it to be a mix. Each breed would have a different advantage to the tribe!
Tambor Arinahm
"How fortuitous you were planning to head towards the inn. That was our plan too. The more the merrier" she pauses for a moment and a solemn look comes on her face. "New burial ground you say? Who died this time?"
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Darath, Goliath Battlemaster, Into the Overlap
Draíocht, Wood Elf Moon Druid, Kholias
Eggo Lass, Drow GOOlock, 100 Dungeons
Drako, Dragonborn Tempest Cleric, Dragon of Icespire Peak
Phait, Mountain Dwarf Wild Magic Sorcerer, Shadowglass
Get rickrolled here. Listen to awesome music here. (selection 27, 4/23/24, One Voice)
Zaupu nods to Harbek. "I would enjoy the company brother. That would mean more meat for the tribe!"
And deep rothe maybe? Or what about stench kows? 😂
Harbek:
”Alright, let’s go then.”
Harbek and Zapau go hunting.
Oh, and Ku! You are looking particularly...muddy as usual I see?
"Brother, you are not wrong."
Hey, Ku. How have the elders been doing recently?
"Why Old Grak (half-orc) is getting stronger after his illness, Wise Hulga (Goliath) is managing quite well for age and coping with her blindness, and Quiet Krag (Orc) seems ever so strong and peaceful, we meditate daily and he hasn't had a blow-up in moons. I love my family of tribesmen and tribeswomen."
Harbek expends a 1st level spell slot to use ‘Primeval Awareness’; meaning that for 1 minute he knows the if there’s any aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends or undead within a mile of him, but he doesn’t know how many of them there are, or where they are within that mile.
Soon after Harbek and Zaupu get into the woods, Zaupu taps Harbek on the shoulder and points off to the right. A faint rustling sound comes from the other side of a few trees. "Do you see anything brother?", Zaupu whispers
.
OOC: if we are in forest, and it hasn’t been a minute since I used primeval awareness, the range on it would increase from 1 mile to 6 miles, because I am in my favoured terrain.
Perception check: 10 (3+7)
@NicoBones333, does Harbek sense any aberrant, celestial, draconic, elemental, fey, fiendish or undead presense within 6 miles of himself?
OOC: can we have some aurochs that we have trained from an early age to carry riders into combat?