Militaryswimmer as Charles Norris, The Human Cleric
Hangloose as Elias, The Wood Elf Monk
Designatedhealer as Marisa, The Human Cleric
Xeroblade as Draycor of Drayonmus, The Dragonborn Ranger
Apep asDesmond Asomdean, The Drow Fighter
Phinalhour1111 as Beautiful, The Goliath Barbarian
Storyline
The sun hangs low in the distance as the day settles. The adventurers rest in a forest somewhere making camp for the road back home. A ragtag band of adventures, a few humans, a couple elves, a dragonborn, and a goliath all sitting around a fire. Each starring into the fire. Each member having their own reasons for being here. As the sun sets a sudden fog creeps into the forest leaving a sense of dread in the air. An eerie silence covers the area leaving only the fire making a crackling sound. As the sun continues to die out into the night, the fog moves closer and closer as if it were alive, crawling through the woods looking for it's next victims.
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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)
While staring into the flames Charles says a quick prayer to his holy gods for the insight into detecting the spirits around him. (cast detect good and evil) so that he may have protection for him and his allys.
Desmond was bored. " Uhhhhh do you guys, got anything interesting too talk about?" Saying to no one in particular but then added looking at the silly cleric, "Why are you asking about detecting Good and Evil?" * Desmond was not bored anymore he was amused. He never thought the surfacers would be this amusing.
"He has good reason to be cautious," Draycor replied ominously, "There are many stories regarding these woods. Stories of tragedy, stories of death. Strange creatures and restless spirits seeking revenge."
All of these stories he had heard from Rothor. He had been warned never to travel here.
"Perhaps I should survey the area to put everyone's mind at ease," Draycor proposed.
"Unless you want to return to from whence you came, you will find things can we much more amusing when the daylight comes, unless you're kind Burns in the sunlight?"
Desmond laughs at the joke that Charles made. " hah my kind burning in the sunlight you have a better chance of seeing pigs fly, but if you use a spell or a potion pigs can fly." Desmond should try getting someone to make a pig fly.
"But mark my words, if you summon any of your brethren I will put you down just as easily as I would heal you, if necessary. I will aid you if needed but that does not mean that I trust you." As long as we understand each other we should get along just fine" Charles gets up, pulls out his bedroll, and turns in for the night, but before he does he turns to beautiful and says "friend watch over me this night".
Marisa held her head low, her fiery bangs covering her soft eyes as she looked to the ground. She couldn't help but smile. She had done it, she had joined an adventuring party and she couldn't be more proud of herself. A small breath came from her lips as she was about to speak, but she paused.
She would rather listen to the conversation around her instead. The young cleric found herself nodding her head and pulling her lips into an assortment of various smiles. All the while she held her staff close to her chest.
The girl can't help but wince, she was already sensing some tension in the group. Not something she liked to see. With a quick gasp of air she lifted her head and shook it back and forth. As she did this her crimson locks bounced all over the place before settling over her left eye.
"...A-Ah!" As she finally speaks she notices Beautiful beginning to stand and leave the area. She had missed her moment to speak.
Damn.
"Wait! I'll come with you!" The small girl jumped up and dusted off of her knees before she scurried after the man.
"Marisa, wait! Be careful with this one" pointing at Beautiful "he can get a little restless when a fight is coming and make sure you bring him back to me, he is my oldest friend and his mission is not done yet. Also he likes beef jerky".
Bowme sits against a tree facing the setting sun within earshot of the group. He starts his nightly meditation but begins to get an unsettling feeling. He fights it with all his will power and eventually beats it. He returns to his calm self and continues with his meditation. Thats when he hears Beatiful and watches him walk off with Marissa following behind. Being the curious type he is, he grabs hit toque *puts on head* and strange ale to follow.
He asks Beatiful "What's this all aboot? Where ya head'r" He begins to chuckle to himself "Didja find a Tims? I could really use a Double double."
The three companions walk out into the night, the rest of the group stays by the fire. As Beautiful, Marisa, and Bowme travel within 60 ft of the camp they do not see or hear any creatures. Nothing seems to be alive in the woods on this night. The fog is so thick, they can barely see what is around them. The eerie silence casting a forbidding omen of some dread to come. Something old has made its way into the forest, yet it remains unseen. An ominous presence is felt by the companions. As if the very darkness itself had eyes watching them. Even Charles’ spell could not locate a presence of any kind yet they still felt some darker being watching them. Yet as the night dragged on so too did the mists, covering the land and the campsite till all that could be seen was the light of the dying flames being suffocated by the fog.
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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)
Bowme stands there next to his companions. The hairs on the back of his neck raised and goosebumps covering his whole body. He finishes the ale he's drinking and grabs a small flask from his sack and says to Beautiful and Marissa
"Hmm... *sipping on flask* well aren't you two river boat gamblers, there's certainly no Tims out here. Anyone else getting that weird chill down your back?"
After searching for animals for a time Beautiful angrily snorts at his companions for scaring away the animals as he returns to the campfire empty-handed.
"There is no chill on my back.... I only have my pelts on" Beautiful days to Bowme
Beautiful shows off his many pelts he uses to keep himself covered. "I heard this smoke (guesturing to the fog) is just the gods breathing heavy"
...
Beautiful sharpens his gleaming blade once more before laying his head down to rest.
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Storyline
The sun hangs low in the distance as the day settles. The adventurers rest in a forest somewhere making camp for the road back home. A ragtag band of adventures, a few humans, a couple elves, a dragonborn, and a goliath all sitting around a fire. Each starring into the fire. Each member having their own reasons for being here. As the sun sets a sudden fog creeps into the forest leaving a sense of dread in the air. An eerie silence covers the area leaving only the fire making a crackling sound. As the sun continues to die out into the night, the fog moves closer and closer as if it were alive, crawling through the woods looking for it's next victims.
Beautiful tosses another log on the fire and stares into it mesmerisingly
Desmond watches the darkness knowing that he has been in the Underdark for all his life so he is used to seeing through nights like these.
" It's too quiet for my taste "
(Perception 15)
While staring into the flames Charles says a quick prayer to his holy gods for the insight into detecting the spirits around him. (cast detect good and evil) so that he may have protection for him and his allys.
Elias settles in for a night of restful meditation, curious about his new comrades, but content to wait till morning to learn more.
Desmond was bored. " Uhhhhh do you guys, got anything interesting too talk about?" Saying to no one in particular but then added looking at the silly cleric, "Why are you asking about detecting Good and Evil?" * Desmond was not bored anymore he was amused. He never thought the surfacers would be this amusing.
"He has good reason to be cautious," Draycor replied ominously, "There are many stories regarding these woods. Stories of tragedy, stories of death. Strange creatures and restless spirits seeking revenge."
All of these stories he had heard from Rothor. He had been warned never to travel here.
"Perhaps I should survey the area to put everyone's mind at ease," Draycor proposed.
"Unless you want to return to from whence you came, you will find things can we much more amusing when the daylight comes, unless you're kind Burns in the sunlight?"
Desmond laughs at the joke that Charles made. " hah my kind burning in the sunlight you have a better chance of seeing pigs fly, but if you use a spell or a potion pigs can fly." Desmond should try getting someone to make a pig fly.
"You know Desmond, for and abomination you interest me. I too would like to see a pig fly."
"But mark my words, if you summon any of your brethren I will put you down just as easily as I would heal you, if necessary. I will aid you if needed but that does not mean that I trust you." As long as we understand each other we should get along just fine" Charles gets up, pulls out his bedroll, and turns in for the night, but before he does he turns to beautiful and says "friend watch over me this night".
During a several minute pause in conversation, Beautiful stands up abruptly and says "strange creatures in here?"
[Ritual}
Beautiful walks away from the camp in search of animals nearby.
Marisa held her head low, her fiery bangs covering her soft eyes as she looked to the ground. She couldn't help but smile. She had done it, she had joined an adventuring party and she couldn't be more proud of herself. A small breath came from her lips as she was about to speak, but she paused.
She would rather listen to the conversation around her instead. The young cleric found herself nodding her head and pulling her lips into an assortment of various smiles. All the while she held her staff close to her chest.
The girl can't help but wince, she was already sensing some tension in the group. Not something she liked to see. With a quick gasp of air she lifted her head and shook it back and forth. As she did this her crimson locks bounced all over the place before settling over her left eye.
"...A-Ah!" As she finally speaks she notices Beautiful beginning to stand and leave the area. She had missed her moment to speak.
Damn.
"Wait! I'll come with you!" The small girl jumped up and dusted off of her knees before she scurried after the man.
"Marisa, wait! Be careful with this one" pointing at Beautiful "he can get a little restless when a fight is coming and make sure you bring him back to me, he is my oldest friend and his mission is not done yet. Also he likes beef jerky".
Desmond looks to to Charles " what is wrong with Beautiful? I don't see anything wrong with him." Desmond looks to Marisa " but you do what you want"
"Why do you think something is wrong? Trust me you will know when something is wrong and when it does you are going to want to be anywhere eles."
Bowme sits against a tree facing the setting sun within earshot of the group. He starts his nightly meditation but begins to get an unsettling feeling. He fights it with all his will power and eventually beats it. He returns to his calm self and continues with his meditation. Thats when he hears Beatiful and watches him walk off with Marissa following behind. Being the curious type he is, he grabs hit toque *puts on head* and strange ale to follow.
He asks Beatiful "What's this all aboot? Where ya head'r" He begins to chuckle to himself "Didja find a Tims? I could really use a Double double."
The three companions walk out into the night, the rest of the group stays by the fire. As Beautiful, Marisa, and Bowme travel within 60 ft of the camp they do not see or hear any creatures. Nothing seems to be alive in the woods on this night. The fog is so thick, they can barely see what is around them. The eerie silence casting a forbidding omen of some dread to come. Something old has made its way into the forest, yet it remains unseen. An ominous presence is felt by the companions. As if the very darkness itself had eyes watching them. Even Charles’ spell could not locate a presence of any kind yet they still felt some darker being watching them. Yet as the night dragged on so too did the mists, covering the land and the campsite till all that could be seen was the light of the dying flames being suffocated by the fog.
Bowme stands there next to his companions. The hairs on the back of his neck raised and goosebumps covering his whole body. He finishes the ale he's drinking and grabs a small flask from his sack and says to Beautiful and Marissa
"Hmm... *sipping on flask* well aren't you two river boat gamblers, there's certainly no Tims out here. Anyone else getting that weird chill down your back?"
After searching for animals for a time Beautiful angrily snorts at his companions for scaring away the animals as he returns to the campfire empty-handed.
"There is no chill on my back.... I only have my pelts on" Beautiful days to Bowme
Beautiful shows off his many pelts he uses to keep himself covered. "I heard this smoke (guesturing to the fog) is just the gods breathing heavy"
...
Beautiful sharpens his gleaming blade once more before laying his head down to rest.