It is a fell time for the dragonborn clans of Tymanther and the varied races and cultures in the area surrounding the Crippled Mountain. An empire of undead fire giants has risen from beneath the Crippled Mountain to wage war on the dragonborn and their allies, and red ruin and death stalk the land. Anala, the desperate matriarch of Clan Verthisathurgiesh, has requested resources and warriors to combat the fire giant threat, and you have answered her call.
The pale summer moon illuminates the ruins of Arush Vayem, a small settlement on the fringes of the nation of Tymanther. The village has been burned to the ground, and smoldering stone and charred skeletons are scattered throughout the wreckage. Thick black smoke obscures the stars. Fire, the gret devourer of all things, has claimed yet another city for it's own.
Six solemn adventurers stand amidst the wreckage, each lost in private musings. Whether for honor, personal advancement, or love of coin, they have sworn service to Matriarch Anala and the Tymantheran alliance. Blood and plunder are theirs for the reaping.
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Keluzur walks deeper into the ruins, his brows furrowing into a frown as he looks around, his lips pressed tightly together. Slight apprehension wells up within him and his fingers twitch near the handle of his battleaxe, his shield held out in front of him. "What leads to these giants causing such... destruction?" He ponders aloud almost to himself. He looks around to see if there are any survivors, anyone that can tell them what happened to this place.
Cleft will trot through the smoldering rubble... a black obsidian colored battle axe in each hand, his dark gray scale mail rattling as he makes his way through the smoke and ash. "Any signs of survivors or enemy stragglers" The centaur will say, holding one axe up above his head as though he was shielding his eyes as he tries to look through smog for survivors.
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"Anything still moving after this is either made of fire or is something that needs a blade through its head," Suneni said, careful where she stepped amongst the rubble. The simple strips of cloth wrapped around her feet protected her well enough from sharp stones, but it would do little to protect her from stepping on hot embers. She paused near one of the skeletons in the rubble, taking a moment to mutter a few holy words to bless the sorry excuse for a grave site. She had no holy powers, but it was the best she could do. "No point staying in this little pocket of hell; nothing's left," she said. She stood to the side, arms folded and standing guard, more concerned with an ambush—from what she could tell, the chances of survivors were none.
Perception: 4
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With his hood and mask pulled up, traces of white hair are still illuminated as Garrus shifts through the rubble. He doesn't expect to find anyone alive, as nice as that'd be, but is looking for tracks or other signs of where the enemy may have gone. He doesn't speak much to the others that he's traveling with, but they seem decent enough.
"Even when in hell, there be demons. Perhaps we can find where these ones went."
Tears stream down Oggéds face in little calm paths as he comes up to this destroyed town. He remembers walking through some of these streets, honing certain skills.
(How big is this town were in?)
"How far does this go? Who would have the powers to do this..."
Keluzur, A somewhat tall half-orc with green skin and a medium sized beard wearing A black surcoat trimmed in red over a chainmail hauberk. Over the surcoat, he's wearing a gorget and lobstered pauldrons with his battleaxe now in his hand, he turns back to Cleft, his eyes a little wide. "Giants on fire..." he says back, then looks back at the town, his movement stopping completely."That's a nasty lot that did this, that's for sure. We should look for survivors nonetheless. Help them if they can be helped... or give them mercy if their end is prolonged."
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Oggéd is a half orc with a light skin tone slightly off from humans but lighter. Short black hair that is stiff and coarse. I wear for now a few rags to cover myself for modesty and a scalemail shirt. Its kinda warm around faerun.
Do I see anyone else around? Or do buildings still stand blocking my view? How close is Keluzur to Oggéd?
(I assumed we all know about and have been hunting / fighting fire giants? That was why I said it... if I am not supposed to know that I will RP that I was just guessing or something :P )
(I assumed we all know about and have been hunting / fighting fire giants? That was why I said it... if I am not supposed to know that I will RP that I was just guessing or something :P )
(Honestly I just rolled low. But I agree. All about the RP.)
There is no sign of life in the blackened ruins. You do, however, however, pick up a trail of massive footsteps leading in the direction of Djerad Thymar; the capital of Tymanther and the largest city for miles. The fall of Djerad Thymar would be a heavy loss indeed in the struggle for Tymanther, and might prove the deciding battle in the war. For when the dust settles and the smoke clears, only one side can claim victory.
(Is this a city we would be familiar with? Like... Would Cleft know which burnt out building may have been a shop... that had the equivilent of a cash register... that might still be intact... asking for a friend... *nudges ooged*)
Digging around in the wreckage of what you can only assume to be a shop Ogged retrieves a charred wooden chest which contains a total of seventeen copper coins, ten silver coins, and six gold pieces.
"A fine find," Keluzur says looking at the chest as he comes back from his search, finding nothing. Then, he takes a moment to look over at the footsteps leading out of the ruined town before turning to the others. "Should we find a place to rest for the night or chase after whatever did this?"
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"The night does get a little dangerous, friend." Oggéd says with a sideways smile. "There's nothing left here. If were going to hole up for the night we need to move out soon"
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It is a fell time for the dragonborn clans of Tymanther and the varied races and cultures in the area surrounding the Crippled Mountain. An empire of undead fire giants has risen from beneath the Crippled Mountain to wage war on the dragonborn and their allies, and red ruin and death stalk the land. Anala, the desperate matriarch of Clan Verthisathurgiesh, has requested resources and warriors to combat the fire giant threat, and you have answered her call.
The pale summer moon illuminates the ruins of Arush Vayem, a small settlement on the fringes of the nation of Tymanther. The village has been burned to the ground, and smoldering stone and charred skeletons are scattered throughout the wreckage. Thick black smoke obscures the stars. Fire, the gret devourer of all things, has claimed yet another city for it's own.
Six solemn adventurers stand amidst the wreckage, each lost in private musings. Whether for honor, personal advancement, or love of coin, they have sworn service to Matriarch Anala and the Tymantheran alliance. Blood and plunder are theirs for the reaping.
Welcome to Hell, giantslayers.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Keluzur walks deeper into the ruins, his brows furrowing into a frown as he looks around, his lips pressed tightly together. Slight apprehension wells up within him and his fingers twitch near the handle of his battleaxe, his shield held out in front of him. "What leads to these giants causing such... destruction?" He ponders aloud almost to himself. He looks around to see if there are any survivors, anyone that can tell them what happened to this place.
Investigation: 11
Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
Cleft will trot through the smoldering rubble... a black obsidian colored battle axe in each hand, his dark gray scale mail rattling as he makes his way through the smoke and ash. "Any signs of survivors or enemy stragglers" The centaur will say, holding one axe up above his head as though he was shielding his eyes as he tries to look through smog for survivors.
Perception? 10
"Anything still moving after this is either made of fire or is something that needs a blade through its head," Suneni said, careful where she stepped amongst the rubble. The simple strips of cloth wrapped around her feet protected her well enough from sharp stones, but it would do little to protect her from stepping on hot embers. She paused near one of the skeletons in the rubble, taking a moment to mutter a few holy words to bless the sorry excuse for a grave site. She had no holy powers, but it was the best she could do. "No point staying in this little pocket of hell; nothing's left," she said. She stood to the side, arms folded and standing guard, more concerned with an ambush—from what she could tell, the chances of survivors were none.
Perception: 4
Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Kalahari/Earth Genasi/Cleric/Eternal Warfare
Gin/Goblin/Cleric/Hidden Heroes
Suneni/Dragonborn/Monk/The Burning Dead
With his hood and mask pulled up, traces of white hair are still illuminated as Garrus shifts through the rubble. He doesn't expect to find anyone alive, as nice as that'd be, but is looking for tracks or other signs of where the enemy may have gone. He doesn't speak much to the others that he's traveling with, but they seem decent enough.
"Even when in hell, there be demons. Perhaps we can find where these ones went."
Investigation: 8
Tears stream down Oggéds face in little calm paths as he comes up to this destroyed town. He remembers walking through some of these streets, honing certain skills.
(How big is this town were in?)
"How far does this go? Who would have the powers to do this..."
Investigation 12. (Ugh Lame)
"Probably giants.... giants on fire.... would be my guess friend" Cleft will say to Ogged, still trotting through the remains.
"What? Giants?? Here? Wait, who are you? Are you sure it wasn't a fire dragon? I see no signs of any ill threat. Well, besides this fire."
(Remember that 12 i rolled? yeah i don't see anything.)
Oggéd bends a knee to the nearest rubble pile with some hot coals trying to stamp it out.
Keluzur, A somewhat tall half-orc with green skin and a medium sized beard wearing A black surcoat trimmed in red over a chainmail hauberk. Over the surcoat, he's wearing a gorget and lobstered pauldrons with his battleaxe now in his hand, he turns back to Cleft, his eyes a little wide. "Giants on fire..." he says back, then looks back at the town, his movement stopping completely. "That's a nasty lot that did this, that's for sure. We should look for survivors nonetheless. Help them if they can be helped... or give them mercy if their end is prolonged."
Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
Sorry for no description.
Oggéd is a half orc with a light skin tone slightly off from humans but lighter. Short black hair that is stiff and coarse. I wear for now a few rags to cover myself for modesty and a scalemail shirt. Its kinda warm around faerun.
Do I see anyone else around? Or do buildings still stand blocking my view? How close is Keluzur to Oggéd?
(I assumed we all know about and have been hunting / fighting fire giants? That was why I said it... if I am not supposed to know that I will RP that I was just guessing or something :P )
(Honestly I just rolled low. But I agree. All about the RP.)
Edit just noticed my pass. perc. Is 17
There is no sign of life in the blackened ruins. You do, however, however, pick up a trail of massive footsteps leading in the direction of Djerad Thymar; the capital of Tymanther and the largest city for miles. The fall of Djerad Thymar would be a heavy loss indeed in the struggle for Tymanther, and might prove the deciding battle in the war. For when the dust settles and the smoke clears, only one side can claim victory.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Also what general time is it?
(Is this a city we would be familiar with? Like... Would Cleft know which burnt out building may have been a shop... that had the equivilent of a cash register... that might still be intact... asking for a friend... *nudges ooged*)
I search for a lockbox behind the counter?
Investigation 18
It is drawing on to midnight.
Digging around in the wreckage of what you can only assume to be a shop Ogged retrieves a charred wooden chest which contains a total of seventeen copper coins, ten silver coins, and six gold pieces.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Well (since you're closest) ill share this with you Cleft. Take the extra copper
"A fine find," Keluzur says looking at the chest as he comes back from his search, finding nothing. Then, he takes a moment to look over at the footsteps leading out of the ruined town before turning to the others. "Should we find a place to rest for the night or chase after whatever did this?"
Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
"The night does get a little dangerous, friend." Oggéd says with a sideways smile. "There's nothing left here. If were going to hole up for the night we need to move out soon"