Kalahari jumps slightly when Wilfred grabs her hand, but she quickly smiles, warmly shaking back. She took in each of the soldiers curiously, her eyes wandering from the towering goliath, then to the man with the war axe. Overhearing his grumbling, she quickly piped up. "I brought a weapon!" she said quickly. She drew out a mace, clearly unprofessional in it's making, and more unprofessional in how awkwardly she held it. "I, um, I'm better at healing! But I probably could hit things! If I needed too," she said. From a look at her, in fact, she indeed had brought her own things, though the quality was highly debatable. It was her magic that she truly depended on.
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Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Kalahari laughed awkwardly, her expression turning sheepish. "Aha, that's right. I'll probably just stay in the back and follow the lead!" While she waited for the rest of the party to finish their business in the supply tent, she dusted snow off a nearby rock and took a seat. Pulling out her notebook, she started idly doodling the gray and white tundra.
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Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
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War Party A/Camp
Upon arriving at the muddy and sodden outpost, the broad squat form of the dwarven soldier approached one of the camp guards. Ledmo was fresh out of the training grounds, and the general cleanliness of his person reflected that.
The shining pot helm sat above a broad face framed by a chain coif, dominated by a great hooked nose and a fiery red beard and mustaches drawn tight in battle braids, hanging to mid chest over the tabard bearing the insignia of the Armies of Light he had been issued upon receiving his orders. The chain maille he wore under the tabard shown with a dull glint, which, extending down his thick arms, ended at sturdy clean leather gloves. The chain armor fell down over his legs to mid-thigh, beneath which he wore a pair of heavy leather breeches that dropped into a sturdy set of new iron shod boots. His rucksack he wore on his back, and over it was slung a simple iron banded targe shield. He walked with a double headed battle axe in his right hand, resting at his shoulder, it's blades not yet notched and freshly polished, and at each hip sat a holstered hand axe. Being properly outfitted in this heat and humidity was quite the burden. It was midday now, and the sweat was running in small rivulets from his wide brow and dripping off the end of his pointed nose into his beard, but he had endured worse, much worse in his undermountain home, training before the grand furnaces.
Sharp green eyes glanced about, taking in the current status of the military camp. Signs of a recent incursion, destroyed palisade defenses on the east side, and a pit filled with a heap of lizard trash. He grumbled quietly under his breath, as it seemed he had missed the most recent action. But, from the looks of things, this wouldn't be the end of it. No, it looked like things were just starting to heat up actually. 'Good. Time ta make m'self known.', he thought. He came up to the guard then, holding up a piece of folded parchment in the stubby gloved fingers of his left hand.
"This paper 'ere states this be where I ought ta be goin', an' so 'ere I be." Ledmo growled out in gravelly tones. "Where be the C.O.'s post, so's as I can be reportin' in?" Upon receiving that information, Ledmo Embervein would search out the place to which he was directed, introduce himself to his commanding officer, and seek to accept his new orders.
To assess more detailed information concerning the outpost's current state: Perception : 17
Ganathor turns towards the stragglers and notices Kalahari's notebook. "What are you planning to do with that? Surely there's nothing here worth remembering."
He is short for a Goliath, only a few inches over six feet tall. He wears rough leather armor, well used and well cared for, underneath thick furs, shabbily stitched together. He has two handaxes and a dagger in his belt, and has a two foot long leather case on his back.
Kalahari glanced up at Ganathor's comment, her absent scribbles pausing for a moment. "Oh, this? I don't know about that!" she said brightly. "I've never really been any place like this! Falcon's Nook was really mountainous and green, so it's all very new to me! Plus, I like drawing people I meet," she added. She turned around the notebook, her initial timidity seemingly forgotten now that she was on the topic of drawing. She started pointing out several drawings, each roughly drawn in soft charming shapes. "This is the cart driver I rode with on my way out here, and this is a wild dog I saw yesterday, and this one I haven't finished yet is Mister Quoren!"
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Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Wilfred, still waiting on an answer from the Quartermaster took the time to size up his companions. The Genasi seemed harmless enough, and having magic healers on hand would be helpful when the shit hit the fan, plus it would allow him to focus on triaging the worst cases. Also, a skilled artist was a valuable thing to have on a recon mission. But they sounded rather insecure, which worried him dlightly. The goliath made an impressive enough appearance, despite his diminutive stature. Wilfred was put particularly at ease by his wellkept and functional armour. No nonsense, and prepared for action. The half elf was intriguing, he just hoped he could keep himself out of trouble if he chose to walk around without proper armour. He was less sure about the rest of the unit, but if they had made it here, they had probably learnt the basics and kept out of trouble until now. He could admire a good survival instinct or luck.
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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
Belorin watches the game with an amused smirk on his face. Once he goes over to Oska and claps him on the back. "Better luck next time,"he says and makes his way over to the fringes of the camp and approaches Paren. "Find anything out there?"
Had she sad something wrong? Kalahari hesitates when Ganathor walks away, considering for a moment asking if she'd done something wrong. But to be honest, she was kind of short, and even if he wasn't tall for a goliath, he was absolutely huge to her. So, kind of maybe just a little intimidating. After a bit of internal conflict, she returns to her notebook, drawing a picture of Ytis and a few of the other gods making snow angels on the tundra.
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Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Guthric's figure is imposing by itself, but his fur cloak only adds to the aura. A large, wild-looking human, he seems to regard the camp with a tense apprehension, as though the whole place would attack him if he relaxed. Most prominent on him is a shield slung loosely over his back, strap around his neck and shoulders, and the head of his axe peeking out from the cloak. At different angles, two smaller axes and the handle of a dagger can be seen as well.
"Do you have a bow and arrows? I've seen hunts for bear where the beast is lured by easy prey. If we all have a way, we may be able to lure them out."
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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
A small, very bald, halfling stretches by the fire, then walks over toward one of the cots. "Wake me up if there are any more kloblods, or whatever you call them," Odo shouts to those on watch. "I was in the back today and didn't get in on any of the action."
Belorin stands, a somewhat average in height half-elf with brown hair wearing a green cloak over leather armor. "Hello friend," he says to the speaker in Elvish as he approaches, "I don't know what we're supposed to be doing, but we can keep watch while the others rest. Do our part, eh?"
As the party continues with introductions, the quartermaster suddenly stops, causing a few of the party to run into her. "Here we are. Please bring your assorted items to me once you're done so I can account for their departure. This one does not want to go through and count everything again, and she doubts you would either." She yawned, before descending into a wooden chair by a desk. Rather than sitting, she lounges, watching you all as you enter the tent, glancing at her notes every so often.
Aside from the general supplies, which the outpost has a generous amount of, there are five sets of studded leather armor, and two longswords. Quoren has no difficulty finding another dagger, seeing as how there are quite a few left over from an excessively large shipment. Wilfred finds a few decent lengths of chain that can be broken down with some help from the camp's smith.
Tusk catches sight of a small snake sliding through the underbrush, seemingly determined to attack the creatures making lots of noise in its home. Corrin and Garrik are struggling to find good lumber in the area around the camp, since most of the trees had been cut down earlier to form the original palisade.
Ledmo is directed by one of the other soldiers to Captain Greensparrow's tent. Reading through Ledmo's orders, Greensparrow addresses the dwarf directly. "Right now, our priority is rebuilding our defenses in the event of another attack. I'm sure you saw the significant holes in the palisade as you came in." Greensparrow sighed. "If I'm being honest, I'd like to be out there right now myself, but this damn leg isn't exactly high on the healing list. If we didn't have so many injured, I'd prefer to move to a different location, but we're kind of pinned as it is. You can go and help with the lumber collection." As Ledmo is dismissed, he notices the generally weariness of the camp's inhabitants. The medical tent seems to be the greatest source of commotion, as a multitude of medics come and go, running around as they collect supplies for the wounded.
War Party A (Swamp)
As the party sits on the edge of the water, deciding what to do, Feldri squints out across the water. "Brothers and Sisters, I recommend that we hide ourselves, as it seems as if we'll have company soon." Feldri appears to be indicating a series of boats that have set out on the water, accompanied by a large crocodile, similar to the ones that had attacked the camp earlier.
Mara winks at Liron. "It's all about keeping track of your opponent's units, you know. As long as you can see the entire battlefield in your mind, you can conquer everything." With that, she tossed the coin in the air, caught it, and disappeared into the dark of the camp. On her way out, she pats Oska on the back and finger guns at a few others, Astro included.
As Belorin approaches, Paren sees the owl wheel once more overhead before diving down towards the ground, enveloping itself in darkness. Odo sees the two convene on the outer fringes of camp before he ducks into his tent.
Kalahari jumps slightly when Wilfred grabs her hand, but she quickly smiles, warmly shaking back. She took in each of the soldiers curiously, her eyes wandering from the towering goliath, then to the man with the war axe. Overhearing his grumbling, she quickly piped up. "I brought a weapon!" she said quickly. She drew out a mace, clearly unprofessional in it's making, and more unprofessional in how awkwardly she held it. "I, um, I'm better at healing! But I probably could hit things! If I needed too," she said. From a look at her, in fact, she indeed had brought her own things, though the quality was highly debatable. It was her magic that she truly depended on.
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
Kalahari laughed awkwardly, her expression turning sheepish. "Aha, that's right. I'll probably just stay in the back and follow the lead!" While she waited for the rest of the party to finish their business in the supply tent, she dusted snow off a nearby rock and took a seat. Pulling out her notebook, she started idly doodling the gray and white tundra.
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 A/Camp
Upon arriving at the muddy and sodden outpost, the broad squat form of the dwarven soldier approached one of the camp guards. Ledmo was fresh out of the training grounds, and the general cleanliness of his person reflected that.
The shining pot helm sat above a broad face framed by a chain coif, dominated by a great hooked nose and a fiery red beard and mustaches drawn tight in battle braids, hanging to mid chest over the tabard bearing the insignia of the Armies of Light he had been issued upon receiving his orders. The chain maille he wore under the tabard shown with a dull glint, which, extending down his thick arms, ended at sturdy clean leather gloves. The chain armor fell down over his legs to mid-thigh, beneath which he wore a pair of heavy leather breeches that dropped into a sturdy set of new iron shod boots. His rucksack he wore on his back, and over it was slung a simple iron banded targe shield. He walked with a double headed battle axe in his right hand, resting at his shoulder, it's blades not yet notched and freshly polished, and at each hip sat a holstered hand axe. Being properly outfitted in this heat and humidity was quite the burden. It was midday now, and the sweat was running in small rivulets from his wide brow and dripping off the end of his pointed nose into his beard, but he had endured worse, much worse in his undermountain home, training before the grand furnaces.
Sharp green eyes glanced about, taking in the current status of the military camp. Signs of a recent incursion, destroyed palisade defenses on the east side, and a pit filled with a heap of lizard trash. He grumbled quietly under his breath, as it seemed he had missed the most recent action. But, from the looks of things, this wouldn't be the end of it. No, it looked like things were just starting to heat up actually. 'Good. Time ta make m'self known.', he thought. He came up to the guard then, holding up a piece of folded parchment in the stubby gloved fingers of his left hand.
"This paper 'ere states this be where I ought ta be goin', an' so 'ere I be." Ledmo growled out in gravelly tones. "Where be the C.O.'s post, so's as I can be reportin' in?"
Upon receiving that information, Ledmo Embervein would search out the place to which he was directed, introduce himself to his commanding officer, and seek to accept his new orders.
To assess more detailed information concerning the outpost's current state:
Perception : 17
War Party C
Ganathor turns towards the stragglers and notices Kalahari's notebook. "What are you planning to do with that? Surely there's nothing here worth remembering."
He is short for a Goliath, only a few inches over six feet tall. He wears rough leather armor, well used and well cared for, underneath thick furs, shabbily stitched together. He has two handaxes and a dagger in his belt, and has a two foot long leather case on his back.
Kalahari glanced up at Ganathor's comment, her absent scribbles pausing for a moment. "Oh, this? I don't know about that!" she said brightly. "I've never really been any place like this! Falcon's Nook was really mountainous and green, so it's all very new to me! Plus, I like drawing people I meet," she added. She turned around the notebook, her initial timidity seemingly forgotten now that she was on the topic of drawing. She started pointing out several drawings, each roughly drawn in soft charming shapes. "This is the cart driver I rode with on my way out here, and this is a wild dog I saw yesterday, and this one I haven't finished yet is Mister Quoren!"
Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Kalahari/Earth Genasi/Cleric/Eternal Warfare
Gin/Goblin/Cleric/Hidden Heroes
Suneni/Dragonborn/Monk/The Burning Dead
Wilfred, still waiting on an answer from the Quartermaster took the time to size up his companions. The Genasi seemed harmless enough, and having magic healers on hand would be helpful when the shit hit the fan, plus it would allow him to focus on triaging the worst cases. Also, a skilled artist was a valuable thing to have on a recon mission. But they sounded rather insecure, which worried him dlightly. The goliath made an impressive enough appearance, despite his diminutive stature. Wilfred was put particularly at ease by his wellkept and functional armour. No nonsense, and prepared for action. The half elf was intriguing, he just hoped he could keep himself out of trouble if he chose to walk around without proper armour. He was less sure about the rest of the unit, but if they had made it here, they had probably learnt the basics and kept out of trouble until now. He could admire a good survival instinct or luck.
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 B
Belorin watches the game with an amused smirk on his face. Once he goes over to Oska and claps him on the back. "Better luck next time," he says and makes his way over to the fringes of the camp and approaches Paren. "Find anything out there?"
DM - GA's Baldur's Gate
War Party C
Ganathor looks conflicted. His face contorts with pain and he turns away and continues walking without a response.
War Party A
What do you need me to do? Ruby asks.
suddenly you are missing your wallet
when you have a crossbow held against your head and you still ask the dwarf if he has any money on him
Amber Lvl 1| Changeling | Blood Hunter
Conner Lvl 1| Human | Ranger
Nattilie Lvl 1| Half-Elf | Druid
Ruby Silverthorn Lvl 1| Halfling | Rogue
Ruby Silverthorn Lvl 5| Halfling | Rogue
War Party C
Had she sad something wrong? Kalahari hesitates when Ganathor walks away, considering for a moment asking if she'd done something wrong. But to be honest, she was kind of short, and even if he wasn't tall for a goliath, he was absolutely huge to her. So, kind of maybe just a little intimidating. After a bit of internal conflict, she returns to her notebook, drawing a picture of Ytis and a few of the other gods making snow angels on the tundra.
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's figure is imposing by itself, but his fur cloak only adds to the aura. A large, wild-looking human, he seems to regard the camp with a tense apprehension, as though the whole place would attack him if he relaxed. Most prominent on him is a shield slung loosely over his back, strap around his neck and shoulders, and the head of his axe peeking out from the cloak. At different angles, two smaller axes and the handle of a dagger can be seen as well.
"Do you have a bow and arrows? I've seen hunts for bear where the beast is lured by easy prey. If we all have a way, we may be able to lure them out."
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 B
A small, very bald, halfling stretches by the fire, then walks over toward one of the cots. "Wake me up if there are any more kloblods, or whatever you call them," Odo shouts to those on watch. "I was in the back today and didn't get in on any of the action."
War party b
“Hello anybody here” as a elf walks with no idea where he needs to be
War party b
Hello anybody home as a elf walks around with no idea we’re he supposed to be ( egnore this post)
War Party B
Belorin stands, a somewhat average in height half-elf with brown hair wearing a green cloak over leather armor. "Hello friend," he says to the speaker in Elvish as he approaches, "I don't know what we're supposed to be doing, but we can keep watch while the others rest. Do our part, eh?"
DM - GA's Baldur's Gate
War Party C
As the party continues with introductions, the quartermaster suddenly stops, causing a few of the party to run into her. "Here we are. Please bring your assorted items to me once you're done so I can account for their departure. This one does not want to go through and count everything again, and she doubts you would either." She yawned, before descending into a wooden chair by a desk. Rather than sitting, she lounges, watching you all as you enter the tent, glancing at her notes every so often.
Aside from the general supplies, which the outpost has a generous amount of, there are five sets of studded leather armor, and two longswords. Quoren has no difficulty finding another dagger, seeing as how there are quite a few left over from an excessively large shipment. Wilfred finds a few decent lengths of chain that can be broken down with some help from the camp's smith.
War Party A (Camp)
Tusk catches sight of a small snake sliding through the underbrush, seemingly determined to attack the creatures making lots of noise in its home. Corrin and Garrik are struggling to find good lumber in the area around the camp, since most of the trees had been cut down earlier to form the original palisade.
Ledmo is directed by one of the other soldiers to Captain Greensparrow's tent. Reading through Ledmo's orders, Greensparrow addresses the dwarf directly. "Right now, our priority is rebuilding our defenses in the event of another attack. I'm sure you saw the significant holes in the palisade as you came in." Greensparrow sighed. "If I'm being honest, I'd like to be out there right now myself, but this damn leg isn't exactly high on the healing list. If we didn't have so many injured, I'd prefer to move to a different location, but we're kind of pinned as it is. You can go and help with the lumber collection." As Ledmo is dismissed, he notices the generally weariness of the camp's inhabitants. The medical tent seems to be the greatest source of commotion, as a multitude of medics come and go, running around as they collect supplies for the wounded.
War Party A (Swamp)
As the party sits on the edge of the water, deciding what to do, Feldri squints out across the water. "Brothers and Sisters, I recommend that we hide ourselves, as it seems as if we'll have company soon." Feldri appears to be indicating a series of boats that have set out on the water, accompanied by a large crocodile, similar to the ones that had attacked the camp earlier.
War Party B
Mara winks at Liron. "It's all about keeping track of your opponent's units, you know. As long as you can see the entire battlefield in your mind, you can conquer everything." With that, she tossed the coin in the air, caught it, and disappeared into the dark of the camp. On her way out, she pats Oska on the back and finger guns at a few others, Astro included.
As Belorin approaches, Paren sees the owl wheel once more overhead before diving down towards the ground, enveloping itself in darkness. Odo sees the two convene on the outer fringes of camp before he ducks into his tent.