Ganathor, distracted by the Genasi, nearly runs over the quartermaster. He apologizes absentmindedly and goes to grab one set of leather armor, a longsword, a week of rations, a tent, ten torches, a flint and steel, and 50 ft of rope as fast as possible. When he's done, he brings everything to her desk.
Kalahari laughed, breaking into a warm grin. Why was he so worried about his face being spread around? Hm. Maybe he shy? "Don't worry, it's just my private sketchbook! The most 'circulating' it does is when I send a page with my letters home. And, well, I don't know about artist! I just like to draw pictures!" she said brightly. While the others gathered supplies, her hand started wandering, she started doodling pictures of orcs. Or at least, how orcs looked in the few books she had seen and from what she had been told. They all looked cartoonishly mean, and certainly not quite accurate, but the drawings were oddly charming in their own way.
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Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Guthric wandered about the quartermaster's tent, bored with the vast array of equipment at hand. To him, he had everything he needed: Weapons, warm clothes, and food for the road. With a shrug, he headed outside to await the others.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Wilfred happily accepted ten feet of chains, which he proceeded to wrap around his waist before he continued to swap some of his used and broken equipment for new gear. With an eye to surviving in the wilderness, he gathers up a thick woollen blanket, fishing tackle and hunting trap, a shovel, and some soap, a small knife, thread and needles, and a whetstone for personal grooming and keeping his equipment in good shape. He puts down a deposit for the items and starts packing.
He wraps the smaller items and the blanket in his bedroll and arranges the bigger ones in his backpack. Once complete, he turns to the others still inside: "If you want to, I can help carry some equipment. Doesn't make sense for all of us to haul around a tent, and since I've got little use for armour or heavy weapons, I'm happy to help y'all carry some stuff. At the very least, helps us save on pack animals or carts."
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
While the rest of the volunteers gather new equipment from the quarter master, Wraith runs back to the barracks to get his backpack & gear. Upon arriving back at the tent, he insures that he has everything he needs. He adjusts his scale mail armor, longsword & dagger to be more comfortable. Finally he places his shield on his backpack to await the others preparations. With his equipment seen to the Warlock attempts to see if there are any maps of the area around the compound or scouts familiar with the area that he could speak with.
Having just arrived, packed, and ready for the road Xerlax watches his new team prepare for the journey ahead. His silver draconic scales shimmer and he swings his warhammer from side to side. The carvings and runes on this hammer are intricate and it seems like he could do some damage. He holds his shield in the other hand, the emblem of a dragon clearly etched into it. Strapped to his back is a pack of javelins.
Xerlax makes his way to where he sees the others finishing up, ready to prove himself.
"I've already got everything on me! Thank you though, Mister Wilfred!" Kalahari said. At Quoren's question, she paused a moment before flipping to another page in her notebook, one depicting a tiny village at the base of a large bluff. "Oh, there's all sorts of folk in Falcon's Nook! Most everyone's farmers, but we have a toolsmith, and a really clever leatherworker fellow, and, um. Well, some people make and sell things, but they're mostly all farmers by trade! Even the town priest, Galahut, he has a little garden of his own to make an honest living." Hopefully he wasn't having too much trouble tending to it without her.
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Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
(I believe just about everyone in War Party C is rrady to go, unless I'm missing someone.)
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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War Party A - Lumber Site
Ninety five percent of the soldier's life is spent in the mundane; training, cleaning, building, working, doing all the things necessary to survive and to live, in preparation for the five percent of their life that isn't mundane, that is important. That means something.
And so when the Captain, a woodelf by the name of Greensparrow who seemed competent if not a bit stressed, ordered Ledmo to assist with the collection of lumber, he did so without complaint. It was a necessary task, integral to the encampment's defenses, and as he walked the camp and noted the hurried nature of the healers, taking in the general exhaustion of everyone else, he thought that keeping these people busy, keeping their minds on what was in front of them rather than what was inside, was a smart way to bolster their own defenses, defenses against fear and despair, against the malaise that settles when one attack ends but another is sure to come. If bringing back wood for them to rebuild the eastern palisade did that for them, then he was more than happy to do so.
Ledmo passed the last camp sentry and followed the sharp crack of heavy axes chop-chopping into green wood through the tangle of swamp grasses and brush and out into the sparse woodland beyond. The trail the workers had left behind wasn't hard to find. A blind ogre could have followed it. No worries, there wasn't much stealth to be had in the downing and collecting of trees. In any case, his new ironshod boots were quickly fouled as the stinking sucking mud sought to slow his pace, but he came to the place soon enough.
A quick word to the person in charge put Ledmo on perimeter patrol. With a careful green eye cast to the lush foliage - heavy wide leafed ferns and ropey vines and thick bushes with needle like thorns an inch long, and the deep shadows beneath the canopied trees - he began to skirt the work area. It wasn't long before he happened upon an oddity.
Tusk would see the armored dwarf approach, the round targe shield on his left arm, the wide double headed battle axe resting on his right shoulder, dressed in chain and baring the tabard of the Armies of Light over his barrelled chest. Ledmo cocked a bushy red eyebrow in Tusk's direction as he stepped closer. "Whatcha doin' 'n the grass there, Soldier?", he asked with some genuine curiosity.
To notice any movement or forms in the foliage or beneath the trees along the perimeter of the work area: Perception: 16
And whatever it was that Tusk was doing, it proved to be very distracting to Ledmo, taking his attention away from the wooded swamplands around them.
As everyone finishes up with the supply tent, Wraith turns to the group of volunteers, "We don't have a lot of intelligence on where the orcs are located at. We do know that the divination magic from the orb inbedded in the prisoner was pointing towards the Northwest. Thanks to Quoren for even that little bit of information! Given the size of our group, we will need to be a scouting force with the sole goal of locating the camp of the enemy. We will then need to return to the supply outpost to inform the Captain, so we can organize an attack on the orc camp. We will need to evade bring discovered & avoid large groups to minimize the enemy knowing what we are about and moving their camp. If you believe you may have an issue with this just being a scouting mission & not a strike force, you may need to stay behind. We've all lost friends & are looking for some revenge, I'm sure. But this is not the time for that. With that said, is everyone ready?"
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War Party A - Swamp
Manon will creep toward the water. "I think we will need to get closer to see what lies beyond the trees on the other side. Let's cross this water as quietly as we can."
She shudders a little, thinking of the huge crocodile from yesterday that almost killed her. Stealth: 7
Manon tries to ease into the water quietly, but even with the Swamp's blessing there's a bit of splashing. (Yeesh hopefully this is a group check and everyone else rolls better)
The large man in furs gives a wide grin for the first time since he arrived. Something seems almost unnatural about his teeth, "This is why we've come, yes? The pack never attacks unless they know their enemy and where to strike."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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Uses perception to find out where the best lumber is*
Perception: 13
Damien Firetail
Dark Elf to all
Garrik Ralomenor ddb.ac/characters/7058042/HSIMR0
Strorat ddb.ac/characters/7888157/RuaP3Q
War Party C
Ganathor, distracted by the Genasi, nearly runs over the quartermaster. He apologizes absentmindedly and goes to grab one set of leather armor, a longsword, a week of rations, a tent, ten torches, a flint and steel, and 50 ft of rope as fast as possible. When he's done, he brings everything to her desk.
(Wrong thread oops)
War Party C
Kalahari laughed, breaking into a warm grin. Why was he so worried about his face being spread around? Hm. Maybe he shy? "Don't worry, it's just my private sketchbook! The most 'circulating' it does is when I send a page with my letters home. And, well, I don't know about artist! I just like to draw pictures!" she said brightly. While the others gathered supplies, her hand started wandering, she started doodling pictures of orcs. Or at least, how orcs looked in the few books she had seen and from what she had been told. They all looked cartoonishly mean, and certainly not quite accurate, but the drawings were oddly charming in their own way.
Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Kalahari/Earth Genasi/Cleric/Eternal Warfare
Gin/Goblin/Cleric/Hidden Heroes
Suneni/Dragonborn/Monk/The Burning Dead
Guthric wandered about the quartermaster's tent, bored with the vast array of equipment at hand. To him, he had everything he needed: Weapons, warm clothes, and food for the road. With a shrug, he headed outside to await the others.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Wilfred happily accepted ten feet of chains, which he proceeded to wrap around his waist before he continued to swap some of his used and broken equipment for new gear. With an eye to surviving in the wilderness, he gathers up a thick woollen blanket, fishing tackle and hunting trap, a shovel, and some soap, a small knife, thread and needles, and a whetstone for personal grooming and keeping his equipment in good shape. He puts down a deposit for the items and starts packing.
He wraps the smaller items and the blanket in his bedroll and arranges the bigger ones in his backpack. Once complete, he turns to the others still inside: "If you want to, I can help carry some equipment. Doesn't make sense for all of us to haul around a tent, and since I've got little use for armour or heavy weapons, I'm happy to help y'all carry some stuff. At the very least, helps us save on pack animals or carts."
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
War Party C
While the rest of the volunteers gather new equipment from the quarter master, Wraith runs back to the barracks to get his backpack & gear. Upon arriving back at the tent, he insures that he has everything he needs. He adjusts his scale mail armor, longsword & dagger to be more comfortable. Finally he places his shield on his backpack to await the others preparations. With his equipment seen to the Warlock attempts to see if there are any maps of the area around the compound or scouts familiar with the area that he could speak with.
Wraith, warlock lvl 2 - Eternal War Campaign
Talon, warlock lvl 2 - LMOP
War Party C
Having just arrived, packed, and ready for the road Xerlax watches his new team prepare for the journey ahead. His silver draconic scales shimmer and he swings his warhammer from side to side. The carvings and runes on this hammer are intricate and it seems like he could do some damage. He holds his shield in the other hand, the emblem of a dragon clearly etched into it. Strapped to his back is a pack of javelins.
Xerlax makes his way to where he sees the others finishing up, ready to prove himself.
War Party C
"I've already got everything on me! Thank you though, Mister Wilfred!" Kalahari said. At Quoren's question, she paused a moment before flipping to another page in her notebook, one depicting a tiny village at the base of a large bluff. "Oh, there's all sorts of folk in Falcon's Nook! Most everyone's farmers, but we have a toolsmith, and a really clever leatherworker fellow, and, um. Well, some people make and sell things, but they're mostly all farmers by trade! Even the town priest, Galahut, he has a little garden of his own to make an honest living." Hopefully he wasn't having too much trouble tending to it without her.
Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Kalahari/Earth Genasi/Cleric/Eternal Warfare
Gin/Goblin/Cleric/Hidden Heroes
Suneni/Dragonborn/Monk/The Burning Dead
War Party C
"It is! It was a good place to grow up," Kalahari said brightly. As he rushed off, she waved a quick goodbye. "Alright, see you soon!"
Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Kalahari/Earth Genasi/Cleric/Eternal Warfare
Gin/Goblin/Cleric/Hidden Heroes
Suneni/Dragonborn/Monk/The Burning Dead
Hmmm. Tusk attempts to find and capture the snake. It could be poisonous. (survival[to find and capture snake]:13
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War Party A
Stealth:23
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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(I believe just about everyone in War Party C is rrady to go, unless I'm missing someone.)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
War Party A - Lumber Site
Ninety five percent of the soldier's life is spent in the mundane; training, cleaning, building, working, doing all the things necessary to survive and to live, in preparation for the five percent of their life that isn't mundane, that is important. That means something.
And so when the Captain, a woodelf by the name of Greensparrow who seemed competent if not a bit stressed, ordered Ledmo to assist with the collection of lumber, he did so without complaint. It was a necessary task, integral to the encampment's defenses, and as he walked the camp and noted the hurried nature of the healers, taking in the general exhaustion of everyone else, he thought that keeping these people busy, keeping their minds on what was in front of them rather than what was inside, was a smart way to bolster their own defenses, defenses against fear and despair, against the malaise that settles when one attack ends but another is sure to come. If bringing back wood for them to rebuild the eastern palisade did that for them, then he was more than happy to do so.
Ledmo passed the last camp sentry and followed the sharp crack of heavy axes chop-chopping into green wood through the tangle of swamp grasses and brush and out into the sparse woodland beyond. The trail the workers had left behind wasn't hard to find. A blind ogre could have followed it. No worries, there wasn't much stealth to be had in the downing and collecting of trees. In any case, his new ironshod boots were quickly fouled as the stinking sucking mud sought to slow his pace, but he came to the place soon enough.
A quick word to the person in charge put Ledmo on perimeter patrol. With a careful green eye cast to the lush foliage - heavy wide leafed ferns and ropey vines and thick bushes with needle like thorns an inch long, and the deep shadows beneath the canopied trees - he began to skirt the work area. It wasn't long before he happened upon an oddity.
Tusk would see the armored dwarf approach, the round targe shield on his left arm, the wide double headed battle axe resting on his right shoulder, dressed in chain and baring the tabard of the Armies of Light over his barrelled chest. Ledmo cocked a bushy red eyebrow in Tusk's direction as he stepped closer. "Whatcha doin' 'n the grass there, Soldier?", he asked with some genuine curiosity.
To notice any movement or forms in the foliage or beneath the trees along the perimeter of the work area:
Perception: 16
And whatever it was that Tusk was doing, it proved to be very distracting to Ledmo, taking his attention away from the wooded swamplands around them.
War Party C
As everyone finishes up with the supply tent, Wraith turns to the group of volunteers, "We don't have a lot of intelligence on where the orcs are located at. We do know that the divination magic from the orb inbedded in the prisoner was pointing towards the Northwest. Thanks to Quoren for even that little bit of information! Given the size of our group, we will need to be a scouting force with the sole goal of locating the camp of the enemy. We will then need to return to the supply outpost to inform the Captain, so we can organize an attack on the orc camp. We will need to evade bring discovered & avoid large groups to minimize the enemy knowing what we are about and moving their camp. If you believe you may have an issue with this just being a scouting mission & not a strike force, you may need to stay behind. We've all lost friends & are looking for some revenge, I'm sure. But this is not the time for that. With that said, is everyone ready?"
Wraith, warlock lvl 2 - Eternal War Campaign
Talon, warlock lvl 2 - LMOP
War Party A - Swamp
Manon will creep toward the water. "I think we will need to get closer to see what lies beyond the trees on the other side. Let's cross this water as quietly as we can."
She shudders a little, thinking of the huge crocodile from yesterday that almost killed her. Stealth: 7
Manon tries to ease into the water quietly, but even with the Swamp's blessing there's a bit of splashing. (Yeesh hopefully this is a group check and everyone else rolls better)
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
War Party C
The large man in furs gives a wide grin for the first time since he arrived. Something seems almost unnatural about his teeth, "This is why we've come, yes? The pack never attacks unless they know their enemy and where to strike."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero