"Still drawing breath. Looks like people here were not as fortunate. Anyone die?"
((Insert pleasant and blunt conversation necessary to check on the status of camp and how everyone is. If Mama did not know of our plan previously, bring her up to date.)) "Also, after being routed during our first attempt, I think we have some additional help to mount a second attempt. So, we should be heading out again soon." Abigail fills her pack with rations. Going up to Mama a bit more discretely, "Do you know if it would be possible to get some silvered arrow tips?"
"Still drawing breath. Looks like people here were not as fortunate. Anyone die?"
((Insert pleasant and blunt conversation necessary to check on the status of camp and how everyone is. If Mama did not know of our plan previously, bring her up to date.)) "Also, after being routed during our first attempt, I think we have some additional help to mount a second attempt. So, we should be heading out again soon." Abigail fills her pack with rations. Going up to Mama a bit more discretely, "Do you know if it would be possible to get some silvered arrow tips?"
Eshe shakes his head 'no.' "We all made it through alive. Jacobsen here took a nasty slash." his hand points over to the horse being butchered by Ironsides. "Can't say the same for the horse."
Overall everyone's mostly fine. A few minor cuts and scrapes, but Jacobsen took the worst of it.
Mama listens and gives a nod to Abigail. (Do you tell her about Alul? Cora/Shale? Etc). "Silver arrows? Sim had some. Used 'em the other night to make sure he wasn't gonna turn." She gestures over to the injured member of the caravan. "Think he kept 'em. But I don have anything for that." She huffs. "Wasn't expectin' it."
"Great, well, maybe someone in town can fashion some... I would prefer not to take too many chances. I hope Jacobsen gets well, I am sure you are all as anxious as I am to get off of this mountain at this point."
Abigail will finish packing up her supplies before heading back to Orta's ((not knowing what the others were doing after she left, she is going to see if they are still there...))
Sim moves toward Orta’s and knock. Orta Alul told me the girl is in there I’d like Lafetha to take a look at her to see if she can be healed. Will you allow us just a few minutes?
Sim moves toward Orta’s and knock. Orta Alul told me the girl is in there I’d like Lafetha to take a look at her to see if she can be healed. Will you allow us just a few minutes?
Orta pulls the door open a crack. “No. Now as I told both these dumb felines, I’m busy.”
Lafetha turns to Sim, "Orta has made it pretty clear that she doesn't want to have anything to do with us until we bring back the head. I know you really want to help out the girl, as do I, but we are going to have to find another way."
She sees Abigail making her way back to town and waves her over.
Sim turns to Lafetha and says try to find out what Abigail learned. I am going to try to distract Sora. He heads off to find her and to see what she has found. He will try to lead her astray if possible.
Abigail heads over to Sim and Lafetha. Upon listening to Sim, she notes,
"According to Alul, there is nothing that can be done to turn the girl back; however, he did say that, with time and practice, she maybe able to control her shifting. To that end, I suppose Sora getting her would keep the village safe..." Abigail lowers her voice, "That being said, Orta mentioned that she maybe able to do something for the girl if she has not killed and eaten anyone yet. However, Orta does not want Alul to know, because he does not seem keen having her turn his back even if there was a way. I think he sees her as a potential ally - might be a little bit of his former fatherly instincts kicking in as well."
Not sure what Sim and Lafetha are going to do in response, but this is to save a space for what Abigail does before she leaves Orta's hut.
Sim turns to Lafetha and says try to find out what Abigail learned. I am going to try to distract Sora. He heads off to find her and to see what she has found. He will try to lead her astray if possible.
As you eventually head out, you notice Sora riding into town.
"You are. A slow. Tracker," she hisses. It's clear that she hasn't been following anything. Just riding into town, most likely to canvass the place and start asking people. The few townsfolk that aren't out in the fields look nervously over at Sora-ha. Her white scales contrasting the red arcane tattoo on her arm.
"Perhaps. Intimidate?" she says, looking down over to Sim. "Learn. Through. Fear." Her eyes sweep the area. "Where should. I start?" she asks, clearly not familiar with the town. Her normal job being the person guarding the wagons and the chests that Mama keeps.
Diadochi follows Sim, and says little, when Sora-Ha mentions intimidate, he glances at Sim, amd says to Sora-Ha "Ah yes, well learning through fear has it's place we do have a bit of a rapport with these people I don't know if it's wise to burn any bridges just yet. I do believe that everyone we've talked to so far is telling us the truth, what we need is a high traffic area to ask as many people as possible perhaps some sort of social lubricant so they can more readily overcome their initial apprehension of talking to strangers. Of course it would look strange if were not also partaking as well." ((Diadochi is trying to convince her to go to the inn and start drinking)) persuasion10
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Yaalin gazes up at the sky from her back. Still a touch dizzy from the misstep that led her in a shower of loose rock and dirt to the bottom of this gorge. Without standing she fishes in a pouch around her neck reassured that the rough wooden carving is safe. Sighing at her predicament, she watches the clouds for a while.
Clearing her mind and simply appreciating nature for a moment. "Such beauty and here I am running around trying to find a way to wreck it all." Her mind flits to a short lived fling in her youth and her mouth pulls down at the corners "Beauty can hide some great !#$!%!# though"
Heaving herself up with the aid of her warhammer and dusting off ass much dirt as she can from hr clothing. Checking her equipment and supplies noting how little she has left.
Looking in each direction the ravine goes she takes an educated guess as to which side is likely to have a way back up closer to ground level and heads out. Pulling on the natural powers around her and allowing them to fill her mind with a comforting warmth of purpose. Guidance
Sora-ha thinks it over a moment before giving a small nod. "Yes." She begins to take her horse and head over to the bar, Sim and Diadochi in tow. One clawed hand reaches into her bracer, pulling out a small coin satchel and rummaging over it a moment, before forcing it inside. As she begins to tie up her horse to a random pole, you all get a glimpse through a window.
Cora is still sitting there at a table. Busy writing and reading. It's that brief moment you realize that you have no idea how these two will interact.
Abigail goes over to Orta's door and speaks through it with only enough volume to hopefully get Orta to hear.
"Orta, I am not completely sure yet, but it would seem that the child has yet to consume anyone. I will keep checking, but I thought I would let you know that no one obvious has been eaten."
Are currently outside the Tavern with Sora-ha, realizing that Cora is inside.
Abigail (& Lafetha, last post was her waiting and Abigail's response. Day 3: 1 pm)
Orta's door slowly creeps open. That wicker mask looking at the two, the eye narrowing a bit. "I would have heard if it was in town. These dumb fools talk too much here. Now, I need some blood from you two. For a potion," she says. Moving away from the door for a moment. Coming back with a small knife and two vials. "Don't mix each others. It will ruin it."
The sun begins to set once again. It's been... a frustrating day. A wrong turn. A fall. Climbing up somewhere you thought was correct only to realize.. it wasn't. These mountains, this sky. It becomes just so... same. The oceans move. The currents have patterns. Shoreline even changes over time. But these mountains don't have the same cues. Yes, things are melting down below but where you are is rock and cold. Just wind and a lack of life.
As you set up for the night and cold once again, footsteps can be heard from behind. A slender, seven foot tall robed man. Long rags falling down across long thin limbs and across a face. Strands of hair falling out of the empty blackness of the hood.
"Hello, Yaalin..." the voice crackles out from the hood. The figure moving to sit down across from you.
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Yaalin looks up at the figure a mixture of emotions on her face, surprisingly, fear not being one. She pokes at the fire for a moment as the figure settles.
"Hello friend" she simply states smiling at the figure.
"I assume you are here, in this place either for me or simply with me." She gets a wry sadness across her face, "How may I help you? or is it I who needs the help?"
She pokes at a pot of conjured water with some of the remaining herbs and rations
"Don't suppose your hungry? your welcome to whatever I have." she grabs a second bowl from her packs fills it and offers it across the fire gazing steadily at the figure.
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Insight: 8 to tell if Orta's motives seem pure (i.e. you just want my blood for some other reason...). Throw a little Arcana8 check in there if I am leery of why she might need my blood (i.e. ya, blood is used in all sorts of hex, curse, or control spells, not sure if I want to do this...).
Seeing Cora sitting over at one of the tables Sim says “Diadochi why don’t we divide and conquer. You can start over on that side of the room” he says pointing to Cora. “I’ll start on the other side of the room with Sora We can meet up at the bar after.”
He moves with Sora away from Coraand starts asking people about any strange sightings, recently animal attacks etc.
You two glance at each other, that same feeling coming across you both. Her asking for blood isn't quite on the up and up, or have anything to do with assisting the child. However, your knowledge of what specific spell it could be, or breath of spells, is rather limited. Blood, fresh and freely given, can be a component in numerous rituals, spells, and other forms of the occult. From warding, to curses, to how the Hn'ti used it for swapping memories.
Seeing you two glance at each other instead of taking the knife, Orta snickers. "Fine. I don't need it anyway..." she withdraws the blade. Knowing that her little rouse didn't quite work. "Now what else do you want. I have to get back to work." she sharply replies. This time, her words ringing true.
Sim & Diadochi:
Sim enters with Sora-ha into the mostly empty tavern. A quick diversion to get her sweeping eyes away from the three other people in the room, one of them being Cora. Sim approaches the bar, beginning to talk with the bartender, who's instantly both amazed and perhaps a little concerned with the fact a dragon-like-being is standing before him.
Cora looks over at Diadochi with a bit of a shocked looked, hands gesturing a universal "WTF" in his direction, then over to Sora-ha.
Yaalin:
You're not quite sure what, or who, this figure is. The long arms and lanky body seem familiar, like the statue inside the caves above the ruins of Hope. Yet what light escapes that dark hood, a familiar twinkle of the reflection of the world above upon the water, a familiar sign of the ancestors.
There's a bit of a hand wave. "No, I cannot eat. But your kindness is not unnoticed." The voice continues to crackle out. "I'm afraid my answer to you is yes. We need help. You, dear Yaalin, wounded from long ago. And now, lost." The creature places its hand above where a creature's heart should be. "Perhaps here." The hand gestures out along the mountains. "Perhaps here."
The hands return to sitting on their knees. "And I, well, my Yaalin. I'm stuck and," the arms move into a bit of a shrug. "I do not want to be stuck anymore. But, I was able to find you. And perhaps together we can find much more."
She chuckles at the mention of being lost, "Yes. Lost. That is one way to put it. They have been speaking louder of late, the ones who are gone in and yet in my mind. I guessed it was simply frustration with my incompetence but maybe it was that I am going about everything from the wrong side. Or, maybe it was you?" she shakes her head a little as if to clear her thoughts, now jumbled with past voices, "I do not know how I can help you. I am however willing to try. I am not one to sit idle while others are, how did you say it?, stuck. helplessness is not healthy for anyone or anything and watching what you love crumble away....." Her eyes glance up from the dancing flames of her fire she has been staring into, "I do apologize, I am prone to bouts of memory lately. I will do what I can to help you, what do you require of me?
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"Still drawing breath. Looks like people here were not as fortunate. Anyone die?"
((Insert pleasant and blunt conversation necessary to check on the status of camp and how everyone is. If Mama did not know of our plan previously, bring her up to date.))
"Also, after being routed during our first attempt, I think we have some additional help to mount a second attempt. So, we should be heading out again soon." Abigail fills her pack with rations. Going up to Mama a bit more discretely, "Do you know if it would be possible to get some silvered arrow tips?"
Eshe shakes his head 'no.' "We all made it through alive. Jacobsen here took a nasty slash." his hand points over to the horse being butchered by Ironsides. "Can't say the same for the horse."
Overall everyone's mostly fine. A few minor cuts and scrapes, but Jacobsen took the worst of it.
Mama listens and gives a nod to Abigail. (Do you tell her about Alul? Cora/Shale? Etc). "Silver arrows? Sim had some. Used 'em the other night to make sure he wasn't gonna turn." She gestures over to the injured member of the caravan. "Think he kept 'em. But I don have anything for that." She huffs. "Wasn't expectin' it."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
"Great, well, maybe someone in town can fashion some... I would prefer not to take too many chances. I hope Jacobsen gets well, I am sure you are all as anxious as I am to get off of this mountain at this point."
Abigail will finish packing up her supplies before heading back to Orta's ((not knowing what the others were doing after she left, she is going to see if they are still there...))
Sim moves toward Orta’s and knock. Orta Alul told me the girl is in there I’d like Lafetha to take a look at her to see if she can be healed. Will you allow us just a few minutes?
Orta pulls the door open a crack. “No. Now as I told both these dumb felines, I’m busy.”
The heavy door slams closed once again
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Lafetha turns to Sim, "Orta has made it pretty clear that she doesn't want to have anything to do with us until we bring back the head. I know you really want to help out the girl, as do I, but we are going to have to find another way."
She sees Abigail making her way back to town and waves her over.
Sim turns to Lafetha and says try to find out what Abigail learned. I am going to try to distract Sora. He heads off to find her and to see what she has found. He will try to lead her astray if possible.
deception 17
Abigail heads over to Sim and Lafetha. Upon listening to Sim, she notes,
"According to Alul, there is nothing that can be done to turn the girl back; however, he did say that, with time and practice, she may be able to control her shifting. To that end, I suppose Sora getting her would keep the village safe..." Abigail lowers her voice, "That being said, Orta mentioned that she may be able to do something for the girl if she has not killed and eaten anyone yet. However, Orta does not want Alul to know, because he does not seem keen having her turn his back even if there was a way. I think he sees her as a potential ally - might be a little bit of his former fatherly instincts kicking in as well."
Not sure what Sim and Lafetha are going to do in response, but this is to save a space for what Abigail does before she leaves Orta's hut.
As you eventually head out, you notice Sora riding into town.
"You are. A slow. Tracker," she hisses. It's clear that she hasn't been following anything. Just riding into town, most likely to canvass the place and start asking people. The few townsfolk that aren't out in the fields look nervously over at Sora-ha. Her white scales contrasting the red arcane tattoo on her arm.
"Perhaps. Intimidate?" she says, looking down over to Sim. "Learn. Through. Fear." Her eyes sweep the area. "Where should. I start?" she asks, clearly not familiar with the town. Her normal job being the person guarding the wagons and the chests that Mama keeps.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Diadochi follows Sim, and says little, when Sora-Ha mentions intimidate, he glances at Sim, amd says to Sora-Ha "Ah yes, well learning through fear has it's place we do have a bit of a rapport with these people I don't know if it's wise to burn any bridges just yet. I do believe that everyone we've talked to so far is telling us the truth, what we need is a high traffic area to ask as many people as possible perhaps some sort of social lubricant so they can more readily overcome their initial apprehension of talking to strangers. Of course it would look strange if were not also partaking as well." ((Diadochi is trying to convince her to go to the inn and start drinking)) persuasion 10
Yaalin gazes up at the sky from her back. Still a touch dizzy from the misstep that led her in a shower of loose rock and dirt to the bottom of this gorge. Without standing she fishes in a pouch around her neck reassured that the rough wooden carving is safe. Sighing at her predicament, she watches the clouds for a while.
Clearing her mind and simply appreciating nature for a moment. "Such beauty and here I am running around trying to find a way to wreck it all." Her mind flits to a short lived fling in her youth and her mouth pulls down at the corners "Beauty can hide some great !#$!%!# though"
Heaving herself up with the aid of her warhammer and dusting off ass much dirt as she can from hr clothing. Checking her equipment and supplies noting how little she has left.
Looking in each direction the ravine goes she takes an educated guess as to which side is likely to have a way back up closer to ground level and heads out. Pulling on the natural powers around her and allowing them to fill her mind with a comforting warmth of purpose. Guidance
Survival 13 + 2
Sora-ha thinks it over a moment before giving a small nod. "Yes." She begins to take her horse and head over to the bar, Sim and Diadochi in tow. One clawed hand reaches into her bracer, pulling out a small coin satchel and rummaging over it a moment, before forcing it inside. As she begins to tie up her horse to a random pole, you all get a glimpse through a window.
Cora is still sitting there at a table. Busy writing and reading. It's that brief moment you realize that you have no idea how these two will interact.
What do you do?
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Abigail goes over to Orta's door and speaks through it with only enough volume to hopefully get Orta to hear.
"Orta, I am not completely sure yet, but it would seem that the child has yet to consume anyone. I will keep checking, but I thought I would let you know that no one obvious has been eaten."
Sim & Diadochi (Day 3: Noon)
Are currently outside the Tavern with Sora-ha, realizing that Cora is inside.
Abigail (& Lafetha, last post was her waiting and Abigail's response. Day 3: 1 pm)
Orta's door slowly creeps open. That wicker mask looking at the two, the eye narrowing a bit. "I would have heard if it was in town. These dumb fools talk too much here. Now, I need some blood from you two. For a potion," she says. Moving away from the door for a moment. Coming back with a small knife and two vials. "Don't mix each others. It will ruin it."
Yaalin (Day 6: Night)
The sun begins to set once again. It's been... a frustrating day. A wrong turn. A fall. Climbing up somewhere you thought was correct only to realize.. it wasn't. These mountains, this sky. It becomes just so... same. The oceans move. The currents have patterns. Shoreline even changes over time. But these mountains don't have the same cues. Yes, things are melting down below but where you are is rock and cold. Just wind and a lack of life.
As you set up for the night and cold once again, footsteps can be heard from behind. A slender, seven foot tall robed man. Long rags falling down across long thin limbs and across a face. Strands of hair falling out of the empty blackness of the hood.
"Hello, Yaalin..." the voice crackles out from the hood. The figure moving to sit down across from you.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yaalin looks up at the figure a mixture of emotions on her face, surprisingly, fear not being one. She pokes at the fire for a moment as the figure settles.
"Hello friend" she simply states smiling at the figure.
Religion 18
"I assume you are here, in this place either for me or simply with me." She gets a wry sadness across her face, "How may I help you? or is it I who needs the help?"
She pokes at a pot of conjured water with some of the remaining herbs and rations
"Don't suppose your hungry? your welcome to whatever I have." she grabs a second bowl from her packs fills it and offers it across the fire gazing steadily at the figure.
Insight: 8 to tell if Orta's motives seem pure (i.e. you just want my blood for some other reason...).
Throw a little Arcana 8 check in there if I am leery of why she might need my blood (i.e. ya, blood is used in all sorts of hex, curse, or control spells, not sure if I want to do this...).
Seeing Cora sitting over at one of the tables Sim says “Diadochi why don’t we divide and conquer. You can start over on that side of the room” he says pointing to Cora. “I’ll start on the other side of the room with Sora We can meet up at the bar after.”
He moves with Sora away from Coraand starts asking people about any strange sightings, recently animal attacks etc.
Lafetha turns to Abigail and gives her "the look."
insight 18 to see if her motives are for good or evil
arcana 26 to see if I know any kind of spells that she could be using under the circumstances at hand.
Abigail & Lafetha:
You two glance at each other, that same feeling coming across you both. Her asking for blood isn't quite on the up and up, or have anything to do with assisting the child. However, your knowledge of what specific spell it could be, or breath of spells, is rather limited. Blood, fresh and freely given, can be a component in numerous rituals, spells, and other forms of the occult. From warding, to curses, to how the Hn'ti used it for swapping memories.
Seeing you two glance at each other instead of taking the knife, Orta snickers. "Fine. I don't need it anyway..." she withdraws the blade. Knowing that her little rouse didn't quite work. "Now what else do you want. I have to get back to work." she sharply replies. This time, her words ringing true.
Sim & Diadochi:
Sim enters with Sora-ha into the mostly empty tavern. A quick diversion to get her sweeping eyes away from the three other people in the room, one of them being Cora. Sim approaches the bar, beginning to talk with the bartender, who's instantly both amazed and perhaps a little concerned with the fact a dragon-like-being is standing before him.
Cora looks over at Diadochi with a bit of a shocked looked, hands gesturing a universal "WTF" in his direction, then over to Sora-ha.
Yaalin:
You're not quite sure what, or who, this figure is. The long arms and lanky body seem familiar, like the statue inside the caves above the ruins of Hope. Yet what light escapes that dark hood, a familiar twinkle of the reflection of the world above upon the water, a familiar sign of the ancestors.
There's a bit of a hand wave. "No, I cannot eat. But your kindness is not unnoticed." The voice continues to crackle out. "I'm afraid my answer to you is yes. We need help. You, dear Yaalin, wounded from long ago. And now, lost." The creature places its hand above where a creature's heart should be. "Perhaps here." The hand gestures out along the mountains. "Perhaps here."
The hands return to sitting on their knees. "And I, well, my Yaalin. I'm stuck and," the arms move into a bit of a shrug. "I do not want to be stuck anymore. But, I was able to find you. And perhaps together we can find much more."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yaalin nods returning the food to the pot.
She chuckles at the mention of being lost, "Yes. Lost. That is one way to put it. They have been speaking louder of late, the ones who are gone in and yet in my mind. I guessed it was simply frustration with my incompetence but maybe it was that I am going about everything from the wrong side. Or, maybe it was you?" she shakes her head a little as if to clear her thoughts, now jumbled with past voices, "I do not know how I can help you. I am however willing to try. I am not one to sit idle while others are, how did you say it?, stuck. helplessness is not healthy for anyone or anything and watching what you love crumble away....." Her eyes glance up from the dancing flames of her fire she has been staring into, "I do apologize, I am prone to bouts of memory lately. I will do what I can to help you, what do you require of me?