[Sorry about the wait again. I made a post in the discussion thread that gives some slight more specifics. Thank you for your patience!]
As everyone manages to climb through the unsteady sand pit, the gnolls hit the sand pit the same way a rock hits the water. Thouroughly exhausted, the bulk of the gnoll forces don't even make it out of the pit, sliding down the sides. Rook, who is the closest by virtue of being in the air, can see the multitude of gnolls panting in exhaustion, with only the stronger leaders seeming to be able to keep up. Instead of pursuing doggedly, the stronger gnolls take this as a moment to pause. It seems as if the commander of this war band has decided to cut his losses for the time being. Rook fires off his sacred flame before flying off to join the rest of the group, as you slow to a more reasonable travelling pace.
The chase is over! You all gain 50 XP!
[Turns out, the gnolls can't succeed as many exhaustion saves as you all. That first level of exhaustion really did them in with the sand pit.]
Cyllyn turns and shields her eyes to look up at the winged ally. She waves to Rook, a sign of her thanks for his magics. "Bird man! Thank you for your assistance! Your plumage is beautiful!"
Turning to look over the rest of the group she sees that most have fared the sudden flight well, even the elder human. Approaching the others, she hears the wolf-pelt man address someone and ask his questions. The human man with a wolf on his head seems strange to her, blunt and aggressive. She looks over him for a moment, as though she is cataloging his features and analyzing them before turning her attention to Hank.
She crosses hesitantly to the him. "Golem...I believe that is what you are, yes? Are you alright? I am unaccustomed to seeing creatures such as yourself and do not know if you are capable of feeling fatigue." She stares at him quizzically for a moment before mumbling aloud "What strange times we are in. Yelling angry human-men with furs and swords...elder human men who are carried by half-orc men. Bird men and Dragon men. And now a stone man too..."
She looks about the group, curious as to what is going on and who everyone is before pulling her hood back over her head and continuing to stare at Hank in wonder and curiosity.
Hank stares back at the elf lady, confused at why she stares at him (if only I knew what she looked like! Or at least what season it is). "Yes, I am a Golem. why do you ask? Can not a man of stone be here in the name of Ytis and Valkyr?"
"I'm sure the girl meant nothing by it, but I for one am most happy to see someone like you here!" Ceasar claps the golem on the back, "There's no need for discrimination in battle, we are all brothers and sisters in arms now!" He grins and lets out a hearty laugh.
Cyllyn blinks slowly, confused. "Girl..?" She looks around for a moment. "Oh! You meant me. Yes! No! I meant no offense! Please, call me Cyllyn. Or, if you prefer, Cyl (Sill, like what a window has). I have just never seen one such as yourself. You are fascinating! I suppose you have as much of a right to be here as I do." She steps closer, peering at Hank from his feet and craning her neck up to look at his face. She turns her head to the side like bird for a moment before righting it again.
Cyllyn stands merely 5'4''. She pushes back the hood of her traveling cloak again and pulls her blonde, almost white, hair out of a braid wound up on the back of her head. She brushes her fingers through it, trying her best to untangle it and shake out the sand, while staring in wonder at both Ceasar and Hank in turn. In between gusts of wind, her traveling cloak hangs over her willowy frame. What little of her pale skin is exposed to the skin is flecked with whitish blue spots. She brushes her hair passed pointed ears before redoing her braid and pulling it back up around her head. She shakes the hood of her cloak out before pulling it back up as well. Her face is youthful and slender, like many other high elves.
"I am from...elsewhere and have not had much time to interact with kin such as yourself and that one!" She points animatedly toward Rook. "Humans have seen although have not befriended any...." She trails off looking them over and smiling awkwardly.
"Thank you Cyllyn, I am quite proud of my feathers. It is my pleasure to serve with all of you." Rook gives a bow and then stands up straight again. "From my view in the Sky it seems that the Gnolls have called off their attack on us. We should discuss our next course of action." Rook has the head of a Golden Eagle. He stands at 6'0".
Hank laughs a deep laugh as you try to slap his back, but only manage to hit his leg (unless you can fly). His colors are simple; grey stone smooth as a boulder, standing at 11’ tall. (Yeah)
He looks at the Golden Eagle bird, pale elf, and the Clap man, and smiles. “I am proud to serve with you too. And Elf Lady, don’t worry, I have not interacted with most of people before either.”
Krag, who’s mildly out of breath, gently pats Nuur on the shoulder. “Old one, you fought valiantly back there. If you are ever in need of my help, let me know.” He nods at Ceaser, Cyl, Rook, and Herman. “The same for all of you. You were like wolves back there.”
He then turns to Hank. “As for you, Stone One, I wait to see what abilities you bring to this blasted land.”
Bavarax looks at the group as he begins to recover from the sprinting. "I am sorry I couldn't have showed up to the fight sooner, but I am glad we were all able to avoid that mob. Is this a safe place to rest or should we find a defensible position?" He looks around curious about what their next move should be. He marvels at the variety of races that have come together to deal with the massive threat. He can only imagine what would happen if these gnolls hit a populated area and vows that will not happen. Wherever the next fight is, he hopes to be at the forefront.
"Thanks Krag, you didn´t hold back either and you saved me!" Nuur surveyes the gathering, "Oh my, it´s a good feeling if you start a fight and end up with more comrades than you had before." Nuur says with a smile and starts waddling around the group to greet everyone.
Captain Amakiir answers Herman's question as he takes his horse to water it. "Gnolls are always on the hunt. They go around clearing out civilized areas, such as small villages and towns. There are a few that spring up here every so often, but they usually don't last too long. Despite their ruthless, almost berserker-like tactics, gnolls can appreciate a good surprise. It's much easier to take an unprepared village than one with even half a day's warning." Amakiir pauses for a moment as he considers the area around them. "They won't go to Heaven's Reach- it's too well defended. No one's seen a gnoll within fifteen miles of the walls. I think the nearest village to us is..."
"Falcon's Nook. It's been left untouched by the war for years, but I fear that the gnolls have set their sights on it." Herman and Captain Amakiir are joined by the strange rider from earlier. "Thank you for pushing back the gnolls. I am in your debt." The rider removes their hood to reveal the features of a human woman with the mark of Valkyr over her left eye. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am called Gabriel. I was previously contracted to the Centurion Dundragon, but our company fell while defending the village of Brownstone. The horde we saw was just a glimpse of their whole number. We must warn the people of Falcon's Nook and guide them to Heaven's Reach before the gnolls can reach them."
Krag snorts. “How far away is it? More than a day’s travel on foot? Well then count me out. I will not walk three days to warn a village of a horde of monsters that size. Who knows, they could be dead already by the time we get there!”
Ceasar raises an eyebrow at Krag, but ignores him and looks to Captain Amakiir & Gabriel, "Captain, while I don't agree with Krag, he does have a point. We can't allow 3 days when the gnolls might attack at anytime. With the captain's permission, we could send a small number of us ahead to arrive at Falcon's Nook earlier to prepare them and get them organized for a large evacuation." Cesar stands in front of Captain Amakiir, eagerness and determination prevalent in his eyes.
Krag stops suddenly and rubs a hand across his forehead, then shakes his head. “Forgive me, my friends. I have been in this war too long.” He walks away and sits down on his pack, his eyes looking back the way we’ve come.
Bavarax doesn't relish rushing 3 days to warn a village about an attack, but they seemed to have little choice if their aim was to avoid a tragedy. "Are there any wizards or items that might teleport us to the town or possibly nearer to it? If there are not then I volunteer to rush to the town as fast as I can. I fear I might arrive exhausted and unable to do much more than warn them though. I would welcome any others of course." A dark cloud seems to pass over his face as he envisions what might befall the town, but he shakes his head and looks around at the group.
Rook clears his throat and raises his hand. "If I can be of service... I can get there the fastest out of all of us thanks to my wings." Rook then spreads his wings wide. "If we want to send one person ahead to warn them."
OOC: Uh oh..it got quiet. Did the thread die out??
(No, LunaticKnight’s just busy.)
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ooc: nah we are still here, did everyone use their turn? if we are waiting on the dm, he is doing school so he may be swamped and getting to us asap
[Sorry about the wait again. I made a post in the discussion thread that gives some slight more specifics. Thank you for your patience!]
As everyone manages to climb through the unsteady sand pit, the gnolls hit the sand pit the same way a rock hits the water. Thouroughly exhausted, the bulk of the gnoll forces don't even make it out of the pit, sliding down the sides. Rook, who is the closest by virtue of being in the air, can see the multitude of gnolls panting in exhaustion, with only the stronger leaders seeming to be able to keep up. Instead of pursuing doggedly, the stronger gnolls take this as a moment to pause. It seems as if the commander of this war band has decided to cut his losses for the time being. Rook fires off his sacred flame before flying off to join the rest of the group, as you slow to a more reasonable travelling pace.
The chase is over! You all gain 50 XP!
[Turns out, the gnolls can't succeed as many exhaustion saves as you all. That first level of exhaustion really did them in with the sand pit.]
Herman keeps running after the pit for a while and his wolf hood seems to howl up an down
then the gnolls are far away and he pants but relaxes, finally saying to the commander
“Why were those gnolls chasing us and which are our next goals?”
,
Cyllyn turns and shields her eyes to look up at the winged ally. She waves to Rook, a sign of her thanks for his magics. "Bird man! Thank you for your assistance! Your plumage is beautiful!"
Turning to look over the rest of the group she sees that most have fared the sudden flight well, even the elder human. Approaching the others, she hears the wolf-pelt man address someone and ask his questions. The human man with a wolf on his head seems strange to her, blunt and aggressive. She looks over him for a moment, as though she is cataloging his features and analyzing them before turning her attention to Hank.
She crosses hesitantly to the him. "Golem...I believe that is what you are, yes? Are you alright? I am unaccustomed to seeing creatures such as yourself and do not know if you are capable of feeling fatigue." She stares at him quizzically for a moment before mumbling aloud "What strange times we are in. Yelling angry human-men with furs and swords...elder human men who are carried by half-orc men. Bird men and Dragon men. And now a stone man too..."
She looks about the group, curious as to what is going on and who everyone is before pulling her hood back over her head and continuing to stare at Hank in wonder and curiosity.
Hank stares back at the elf lady, confused at why she stares at him (if only I knew what she looked like! Or at least what season it is). "Yes, I am a Golem. why do you ask? Can not a man of stone be here in the name of Ytis and Valkyr?"
"I'm sure the girl meant nothing by it, but I for one am most happy to see someone like you here!" Ceasar claps the golem on the back, "There's no need for discrimination in battle, we are all brothers and sisters in arms now!" He grins and lets out a hearty laugh.
Cyllyn blinks slowly, confused. "Girl..?" She looks around for a moment. "Oh! You meant me. Yes! No! I meant no offense! Please, call me Cyllyn. Or, if you prefer, Cyl (Sill, like what a window has). I have just never seen one such as yourself. You are fascinating! I suppose you have as much of a right to be here as I do." She steps closer, peering at Hank from his feet and craning her neck up to look at his face. She turns her head to the side like bird for a moment before righting it again.
Cyllyn stands merely 5'4''. She pushes back the hood of her traveling cloak again and pulls her blonde, almost white, hair out of a braid wound up on the back of her head. She brushes her fingers through it, trying her best to untangle it and shake out the sand, while staring in wonder at both Ceasar and Hank in turn. In between gusts of wind, her traveling cloak hangs over her willowy frame. What little of her pale skin is exposed to the skin is flecked with whitish blue spots. She brushes her hair passed pointed ears before redoing her braid and pulling it back up around her head. She shakes the hood of her cloak out before pulling it back up as well. Her face is youthful and slender, like many other high elves.
"I am from...elsewhere and have not had much time to interact with kin such as yourself and that one!" She points animatedly toward Rook. "Humans have seen although have not befriended any...." She trails off looking them over and smiling awkwardly.
"Thank you Cyllyn, I am quite proud of my feathers. It is my pleasure to serve with all of you." Rook gives a bow and then stands up straight again. "From my view in the Sky it seems that the Gnolls have called off their attack on us. We should discuss our next course of action." Rook has the head of a Golden Eagle. He stands at 6'0".
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Hank laughs a deep laugh as you try to slap his back, but only manage to hit his leg (unless you can fly). His colors are simple; grey stone smooth as a boulder, standing at 11’ tall. (Yeah)
He looks at the Golden Eagle bird, pale elf, and the Clap man, and smiles. “I am proud to serve with you too. And Elf Lady, don’t worry, I have not interacted with most of people before either.”
Krag, who’s mildly out of breath, gently pats Nuur on the shoulder. “Old one, you fought valiantly back there. If you are ever in need of my help, let me know.” He nods at Ceaser, Cyl, Rook, and Herman. “The same for all of you. You were like wolves back there.”
He then turns to Hank. “As for you, Stone One, I wait to see what abilities you bring to this blasted land.”
Bavarax looks at the group as he begins to recover from the sprinting. "I am sorry I couldn't have showed up to the fight sooner, but I am glad we were all able to avoid that mob. Is this a safe place to rest or should we find a defensible position?" He looks around curious about what their next move should be. He marvels at the variety of races that have come together to deal with the massive threat. He can only imagine what would happen if these gnolls hit a populated area and vows that will not happen. Wherever the next fight is, he hopes to be at the forefront.
"Thanks Krag, you didn´t hold back either and you saved me!" Nuur surveyes the gathering, "Oh my, it´s a good feeling if you start a fight and end up with more comrades than you had before." Nuur says with a smile and starts waddling around the group to greet everyone.
Captain Amakiir answers Herman's question as he takes his horse to water it. "Gnolls are always on the hunt. They go around clearing out civilized areas, such as small villages and towns. There are a few that spring up here every so often, but they usually don't last too long. Despite their ruthless, almost berserker-like tactics, gnolls can appreciate a good surprise. It's much easier to take an unprepared village than one with even half a day's warning." Amakiir pauses for a moment as he considers the area around them. "They won't go to Heaven's Reach- it's too well defended. No one's seen a gnoll within fifteen miles of the walls. I think the nearest village to us is..."
"Falcon's Nook. It's been left untouched by the war for years, but I fear that the gnolls have set their sights on it." Herman and Captain Amakiir are joined by the strange rider from earlier. "Thank you for pushing back the gnolls. I am in your debt." The rider removes their hood to reveal the features of a human woman with the mark of Valkyr over her left eye. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am called Gabriel. I was previously contracted to the Centurion Dundragon, but our company fell while defending the village of Brownstone. The horde we saw was just a glimpse of their whole number. We must warn the people of Falcon's Nook and guide them to Heaven's Reach before the gnolls can reach them."
Krag snorts. “How far away is it? More than a day’s travel on foot? Well then count me out. I will not walk three days to warn a village of a horde of monsters that size. Who knows, they could be dead already by the time we get there!”
Ceasar raises an eyebrow at Krag, but ignores him and looks to Captain Amakiir & Gabriel, "Captain, while I don't agree with Krag, he does have a point. We can't allow 3 days when the gnolls might attack at anytime. With the captain's permission, we could send a small number of us ahead to arrive at Falcon's Nook earlier to prepare them and get them organized for a large evacuation." Cesar stands in front of Captain Amakiir, eagerness and determination prevalent in his eyes.
Krag stops suddenly and rubs a hand across his forehead, then shakes his head. “Forgive me, my friends. I have been in this war too long.” He walks away and sits down on his pack, his eyes looking back the way we’ve come.
Bavarax doesn't relish rushing 3 days to warn a village about an attack, but they seemed to have little choice if their aim was to avoid a tragedy. "Are there any wizards or items that might teleport us to the town or possibly nearer to it? If there are not then I volunteer to rush to the town as fast as I can. I fear I might arrive exhausted and unable to do much more than warn them though. I would welcome any others of course." A dark cloud seems to pass over his face as he envisions what might befall the town, but he shakes his head and looks around at the group.
Rook clears his throat and raises his hand. "If I can be of service... I can get there the fastest out of all of us thanks to my wings." Rook then spreads his wings wide. "If we want to send one person ahead to warn them."
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