"Potions of healing, you say? Oh so cassually. How much for your scorpian antidote and potions of healing?" he mocks. "It's like you're demanding an every day thing! Like bacon, with your steak! Do you KNOW how hard it is to create these antidotes? The scorpian venom- I had to physically CATCH the bloody thing before figuring out how to extract it's toxin without killing it... Oh, OH! And then there's the trial process! Oh yes, to see if it works! That took MONTHS! MONTHS of setting up scorpian ambushes for passes by and coming to their rescue... (mainly not...) Until I got it right, that is... Oh yes, yes, this is a very fine art indeed. So, 'how much' you ask? heh..heheh... HEHEHEH How's about 50 gp a PIECE! How's that sound, eh?"
She was tired, weary - the years given to her by Hell for her service, now ended, catching up to rapidly, like she was paying for borrowed time. While still looking in her early 30s, she felt like she was much, much older. Hidden in the shadows, she had finally found her pursuers room on some backwater desert planet, the same one she had spent some time on before her amnesia. This redheaded woman was following her, tracking her, praying on her. Soon, she would make her move. It was time to end it.
The redhead, Misha Praskovia, looked out the window, said a silent prayer to whatever God she answered to. She was about to go to bed, wearing nothing but a short shirt and cloth pants. She made her way to the foot of her bed in the inn she was staying at. Her senses went off, someone-!?
Cora, leaping out of the darkness, struck fast, Misha didn’t see her coming. The blade entered into Misha’s left chest, above the breast and below the collarbone. She grit her teeth in pain, took her hands and tried to pry Cora’s off the blade. A hot fire roared in Misha’s chest, the blade went deep, but missed vital organs. Misha’s grip was strong, she was in her prime, in a few moments Misha would break Cora's fingers. Cora, thinking fast, grappled Misha and shoved her hard away from the bed, and Misha tripped, heading to the wall.Taking advantage, Cora kicked her in the stomach, sent Misha smashing against the wall. Cora swung a left hook, Misha threw her arm up, parried, grabbed Cora and spun her around, slamming her against the wall instead and following up with a wicked left elbow that caused Cora’s head to hit the back wall and bounce. Misha rapidly followed up with a knee to her stomach, and grabbed her hand, shoving it against the wall and causing her to drop her blade. For good measure, the redhead swung a wicked right hook, and connected to Cora's jaw hard. Furious now, Cora grabbed Misha by the shoulders and threw her into wall again with all her leverage, all her strength.The rogue threw a fast gutpunch – the redhead’s midsection was like a wall of iron. Cora grabbed a painting on the wall and slammed it down on Misha’s head, and she went down – Cora took the opportunity to grab her blade again and swing wide strokes at Misha, but Misha was too fast, she got up quickly, recovered, and dodged each swing. The paladin found an opening, grappled Cora, and threw her over her shoulder to the ground impossibly hard, knocking the wind of out her. Cora gasped for breath as her lungs burned up. Misha got Cora in a chokehold, and dragged her to the door. Cora fought back, struggled, and used leverage to push backwards and they both sprawled into the washroom. Misha recalibrated first, and swung a punch as hard as she could into Cora’s face, connected, and sent the rogue reeling to the floor, completely dazed. Cora was bleeding all over her face, couldn’t see well, things were getting very fuzzy fast. Misha grabbed her head, slammed it against the washbowl, breaking it. Cora went down again. The paladin grabbed her by her leather tunic and with a mighty uppercut, sent her flying back into the bedroom. Coughing up blood, Cora fought back the pain. She was tired, and weak, and couldn’t hold up to this offworld hunter. She felt a thin cord of rope around her neck, and Misha pulled as hard as she could. Cora clawed at her hands, tried to reach up, but soon, she couldn’t breathe and was out. Misha dropped Cora, stood over her panting, covered in sweat, her lean chiseled muscles heaving. She looked at her puncture wound which was bleeding heavily, and she was covered in blood smears everywhere. She grabbed Cora by the tunic and dragged her outside.
Time to return home, Misha. You have found your prize. How ironic, it came to you. Now, you will deliver her.
[Just gonna move things along a little bit. If you have more you'd like to trade with Gildon, feel free to PM me.] After you finish your trade with Gildon, he is quick to pack up his belongings and travel to the next place where he will sell his trinkets and goods. Being the wanderer he is, he sees, hears and experiences a lot of the wasteland and is ever on the move.
The group is just about ready to move north, to the Spidersilk Woods. You've all heard of these woods from Cora's interaction with Ren. Spider infested shrubs, a small, but dense and dark woodland area. Tales of Druids who reside here have an understanding with The Huntsman- a legendary arachnid beast which dwells deep inside the Spider's Hollow. Tales are spoken of adventurers delving into the Spider's Hollow, seeking the magically infused item, [rare in this world] Spider Sting Dagger- crafted by a trapped alchemest who attempted to use the spider's own venom against them. None have returned with the rumoured item.
It seems as though Aerik is in persuit of this item for reasons unknown to you yet, hence, your travel north may lead you to him for further questioning and confrontation. Perhaps more answers.
The travel north to the woods is actually quite pleasent. It is a coastal track of grassland which ends up splitting in a fork in the road. A rusted, metal sign with words embossed in it points you to a more travelled route- around the woods towards the small fishing town of Merrow Shore while the other, less travelled route leads through Spidersilk Woods.
The woods start out as any other, although, a little drier and slightly more spindly than a normal lush, green wood. There is an old, single file trail which looks like it has not seen much use leading in to the mouth of the opening.
Everyone roll perception for me and describe your travel, thoughts and how you approach =)
Normally, a hike into some woods would have been no sweat, but Cora was already breathing heavy, sweating.
****, i'm running out of time. I can feel it. The pact has broken. Wherever this place is, it's far from the influence of Hell. I'm tired. I feel old, weak, dull. I'm running out of time. I have to hurry. Why are you here, Aerik? Why are you looking for this dagger? If it kills me, I will find the answers to these questions.
You were my friend. You were my partner. You were my brother. I knew your family, I loved your children, was friends with your wife. Sure, we did horrible things to people, laughed it off, and I made mistakes. I paid for your death with an eternity of grief, sadness, remorse, and torment.
And, now you're back.
Even Yasei has returned. It's not really her, truthfully, she is a..reflection. A different version. A Yasei I could have known, but yet, so similar. She acts and talks like Yasei I used to know, a Yasei I fought along side with for decades, a Yasei I watched grow old and I buried her. It was almost as painful as when Nia left me. That was probably the closest I came to killing myself, just..watching her walk away like that.
I can feel that someone is watching me, too. Lately, i've had visions of a redhead hunting me, as if I was some sort of bounty. She is strong. Stronger than me, in impossibly good shape, and fast. Her hair is so red, her eyes are green, a light green that shines with the power of something fueling her strength, her power. She is like chiseled out of stone. So beautiful and strong. Normally, I might want to **** her, but I wake up in a bad way, afraid, always the urge to run, like she is two steps behind me. Could it be possible I've angered another God, and they've sent an avatar of it to find me? To..bring me to justice? As if I didn't have enough sleeping problems with my dead father haunting me.
Aerik. I'm running out of time. One of us is going to die.
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Perception: 12
Danica walked in relative silence, trying to keep an eye on the woods as they walked through the path. She watched Cora struggle, breathing heavily and was ready to intervene should she need help, but there was something unsettling about the woman. The tall redhead's frown deepened, something was wrong, but she knew not what.
“Can we just..” Crispy panted, stumbled, regained her footing. “..just take a quick break? What the ****, i’m so tired..how long have we been walking?”
During the walk Rosli mostly talk out loud to any one who will respond about the guild and how much fun she had there but noticing Cora struggling with the trip she will offer her the glaive to use as a walking stick "Will this help, you can use it to help you walk. Or are you hungry or thirsty?"
(you would have made camp once or twice on the way up to the woods.)
Cora (and anyone with a pp of 16) notices a patch of that purple/blue moss which Ken was talking about, on a tree branch. Looks like it's been scraped off something passing by.
Crispy looks at Rosli wearily. "I'm not sure what's happening. It's..like I have the flu, or something.." She caught the moss on the tree branch. "What is this?" she asked.
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Yasei's perception: 17
Ever mindful of battle tactics and strategy, Yasei was continually on edge during the hike. She didn't like the fact that they were forced to march ever northward single file. Not one bit. It just made them extra susceptible to surprise attacks! And that purple/green moss is also concerning...like it was scraped off some sort of giant monster recently passing through the very same trail they're on.
Watatsumi periodically takes wing and flies high up in the air, scoping the area ahead of them down the trail, on the lookout for marauders and other ne'er-do-wells.
It definitely does look as though something has passed through this enterance to the woods and had the moss carved off it on to the branch. It’s hard to determine the size of the possible creature, however.
As you make your way into the woods, it is eerily silent and still. Hardly any sound asside from your soft footfalls on damp, fallen leaves is heard in this place. No wind rustling leaves, no chirping of insects.
You suddenly hear a voice with no origin speak to you. It’s a physical voice, but hard to determine the location;
Yasei to Guildon: "Spider antivenom. I suppose scorpions are closely related enough that they would work? And healing potions as well."
Arcana (?) check to see if Yasei would know whether or not scorpion antitoxin would work to counter spider poison: 5
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
You come to the conclusion that it could help, though it may not be as effective as the correct antidote.
"I've heard Druids live in those woods..." Gildon says. "Perhaps they may know something? Mysterious folk, they are. Can be hostile."
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Yasei to Guildon: "How much for the scorpion antivenom, and healing potions?”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Potions of healing, you say? Oh so cassually. How much for your scorpian antidote and potions of healing?" he mocks. "It's like you're demanding an every day thing! Like bacon, with your steak! Do you KNOW how hard it is to create these antidotes? The scorpian venom- I had to physically CATCH the bloody thing before figuring out how to extract it's toxin without killing it... Oh, OH! And then there's the trial process! Oh yes, to see if it works! That took MONTHS! MONTHS of setting up scorpian ambushes for passes by and coming to their rescue... (mainly not...) Until I got it right, that is... Oh yes, yes, this is a very fine art indeed. So, 'how much' you ask? heh..heheh... HEHEHEH How's about 50 gp a PIECE! How's that sound, eh?"
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Crispy draws her blade and sticks the tip up his nose.
”Im sorry, how much?”
"T-TWENTY FIVE GOLD FOR THE PAIR!" he stammers.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Crispy withdraws her blade, smiling, wiping the tip of her blade on his shirt.
"That's better, thank you."
SOMETIME SOON
PART 1
Cora knew it was time to strike.
She was tired, weary - the years given to her by Hell for her service, now ended, catching up to rapidly, like she was paying for borrowed time. While still looking in her early 30s, she felt like she was much, much older. Hidden in the shadows, she had finally found her pursuers room on some backwater desert planet, the same one she had spent some time on before her amnesia. This redheaded woman was following her, tracking her, praying on her. Soon, she would make her move. It was time to end it.
The redhead, Misha Praskovia, looked out the window, said a silent prayer to whatever God she answered to. She was about to go to bed, wearing nothing but a short shirt and cloth pants. She made her way to the foot of her bed in the inn she was staying at. Her senses went off, someone-!?
Cora, leaping out of the darkness, struck fast, Misha didn’t see her coming. The blade entered into Misha’s left chest, above the breast and below the collarbone. She grit her teeth in pain, took her hands and tried to pry Cora’s off the blade. A hot fire roared in Misha’s chest, the blade went deep, but missed vital organs. Misha’s grip was strong, she was in her prime, in a few moments Misha would break Cora's fingers. Cora, thinking fast, grappled Misha and shoved her hard away from the bed, and Misha tripped, heading to the wall.Taking advantage, Cora kicked her in the stomach, sent Misha smashing against the wall. Cora swung a left hook, Misha threw her arm up, parried, grabbed Cora and spun her around, slamming her against the wall instead and following up with a wicked left elbow that caused Cora’s head to hit the back wall and bounce. Misha rapidly followed up with a knee to her stomach, and grabbed her hand, shoving it against the wall and causing her to drop her blade. For good measure, the redhead swung a wicked right hook, and connected to Cora's jaw hard. Furious now, Cora grabbed Misha by the shoulders and threw her into wall again with all her leverage, all her strength.The rogue threw a fast gutpunch – the redhead’s midsection was like a wall of iron. Cora grabbed a painting on the wall and slammed it down on Misha’s head, and she went down – Cora took the opportunity to grab her blade again and swing wide strokes at Misha, but Misha was too fast, she got up quickly, recovered, and dodged each swing. The paladin found an opening, grappled Cora, and threw her over her shoulder to the ground impossibly hard, knocking the wind of out her. Cora gasped for breath as her lungs burned up. Misha got Cora in a chokehold, and dragged her to the door. Cora fought back, struggled, and used leverage to push backwards and they both sprawled into the washroom. Misha recalibrated first, and swung a punch as hard as she could into Cora’s face, connected, and sent the rogue reeling to the floor, completely dazed. Cora was bleeding all over her face, couldn’t see well, things were getting very fuzzy fast. Misha grabbed her head, slammed it against the washbowl, breaking it. Cora went down again. The paladin grabbed her by her leather tunic and with a mighty uppercut, sent her flying back into the bedroom. Coughing up blood, Cora fought back the pain. She was tired, and weak, and couldn’t hold up to this offworld hunter. She felt a thin cord of rope around her neck, and Misha pulled as hard as she could. Cora clawed at her hands, tried to reach up, but soon, she couldn’t breathe and was out. Misha dropped Cora, stood over her panting, covered in sweat, her lean chiseled muscles heaving. She looked at her puncture wound which was bleeding heavily, and she was covered in blood smears everywhere. She grabbed Cora by the tunic and dragged her outside.
Time to return home, Misha. You have found your prize. How ironic, it came to you. Now, you will deliver her.
[Just gonna move things along a little bit. If you have more you'd like to trade with Gildon, feel free to PM me.]
After you finish your trade with Gildon, he is quick to pack up his belongings and travel to the next place where he will sell his trinkets and goods. Being the wanderer he is, he sees, hears and experiences a lot of the wasteland and is ever on the move.
The group is just about ready to move north, to the Spidersilk Woods. You've all heard of these woods from Cora's interaction with Ren. Spider infested shrubs, a small, but dense and dark woodland area. Tales of Druids who reside here have an understanding with The Huntsman- a legendary arachnid beast which dwells deep inside the Spider's Hollow.
Tales are spoken of adventurers delving into the Spider's Hollow, seeking the magically infused item, [rare in this world] Spider Sting Dagger- crafted by a trapped alchemest who attempted to use the spider's own venom against them. None have returned with the rumoured item.
It seems as though Aerik is in persuit of this item for reasons unknown to you yet, hence, your travel north may lead you to him for further questioning and confrontation. Perhaps more answers.
The travel north to the woods is actually quite pleasent. It is a coastal track of grassland which ends up splitting in a fork in the road. A rusted, metal sign with words embossed in it points you to a more travelled route- around the woods towards the small fishing town of Merrow Shore while the other, less travelled route leads through Spidersilk Woods.
The woods start out as any other, although, a little drier and slightly more spindly than a normal lush, green wood. There is an old, single file trail which looks like it has not seen much use leading in to the mouth of the opening.
Everyone roll perception for me and describe your travel, thoughts and how you approach =)
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Perception: Passive of 18.
Normally, a hike into some woods would have been no sweat, but Cora was already breathing heavy, sweating.
****, i'm running out of time. I can feel it. The pact has broken. Wherever this place is, it's far from the influence of Hell. I'm tired. I feel old, weak, dull. I'm running out of time. I have to hurry. Why are you here, Aerik? Why are you looking for this dagger? If it kills me, I will find the answers to these questions.
You were my friend. You were my partner. You were my brother. I knew your family, I loved your children, was friends with your wife. Sure, we did horrible things to people, laughed it off, and I made mistakes. I paid for your death with an eternity of grief, sadness, remorse, and torment.
And, now you're back.
Even Yasei has returned. It's not really her, truthfully, she is a..reflection. A different version. A Yasei I could have known, but yet, so similar. She acts and talks like Yasei I used to know, a Yasei I fought along side with for decades, a Yasei I watched grow old and I buried her. It was almost as painful as when Nia left me. That was probably the closest I came to killing myself, just..watching her walk away like that.
I can feel that someone is watching me, too. Lately, i've had visions of a redhead hunting me, as if I was some sort of bounty. She is strong. Stronger than me, in impossibly good shape, and fast. Her hair is so red, her eyes are green, a light green that shines with the power of something fueling her strength, her power. She is like chiseled out of stone. So beautiful and strong. Normally, I might want to **** her, but I wake up in a bad way, afraid, always the urge to run, like she is two steps behind me. Could it be possible I've angered another God, and they've sent an avatar of it to find me? To..bring me to justice? As if I didn't have enough sleeping problems with my dead father haunting me.
Aerik. I'm running out of time. One of us is going to die.
One of us.
Mother. Soon. I am coming.
I am coming..
Perception: 12
Danica walked in relative silence, trying to keep an eye on the woods as they walked through the path. She watched Cora struggle, breathing heavily and was ready to intervene should she need help, but there was something unsettling about the woman. The tall redhead's frown deepened, something was wrong, but she knew not what.
“Can we just..” Crispy panted, stumbled, regained her footing. “..just take a quick break? What the ****, i’m so tired..how long have we been walking?”
9 Perception
During the walk Rosli mostly talk out loud to any one who will respond about the guild and how much fun she had there but noticing Cora struggling with the trip she will offer her the glaive to use as a walking stick "Will this help, you can use it to help you walk. Or are you hungry or thirsty?"
(you would have made camp once or twice on the way up to the woods.)
Cora (and anyone with a pp of 16) notices a patch of that purple/blue moss which Ken was talking about, on a tree branch. Looks like it's been scraped off something passing by.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Crispy looks at Rosli wearily. "I'm not sure what's happening. It's..like I have the flu, or something.." She caught the moss on the tree branch. "What is this?" she asked.
Yasei's perception: 17
Ever mindful of battle tactics and strategy, Yasei was continually on edge during the hike. She didn't like the fact that they were forced to march ever northward single file. Not one bit. It just made them extra susceptible to surprise attacks! And that purple/green moss is also concerning...like it was scraped off some sort of giant monster recently passing through the very same trail they're on.
Watatsumi periodically takes wing and flies high up in the air, scoping the area ahead of them down the trail, on the lookout for marauders and other ne'er-do-wells.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
(moving on shortly)
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
It definitely does look as though something has passed through this enterance to the woods and had the moss carved off it on to the branch. It’s hard to determine the size of the possible creature, however.
As you make your way into the woods, it is eerily silent and still. Hardly any sound asside from your soft footfalls on damp, fallen leaves is heard in this place. No wind rustling leaves, no chirping of insects.
You suddenly hear a voice with no origin speak to you. It’s a physical voice, but hard to determine the location;
”Halt. Why do you venture through this place?”
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Rosli would like to try and use her feline abilities to pinpoint where the voice is coming from.
5 Perception
OOC: She's deaf
Wobbling her head from side to side Rosli can't seem to pin point the sound and where it is coming from... probably because her hood is still up.
Rosli will posture up trying to look big "We're trying to stop a bad person from doing bad things."
Crispy startled and reached for her short shords, but did not pull them out.
”Who is there? Show yourself!”
Bonus action: Eye for Detail 26
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