Wraeven sends Lenore to scout the area surrounding the campsite. He steadies himself against a tree as he sees through 'her' eyes. He will keep her out all night as she does not require sleep and has the ability to wake him from sleep if she sees anything.
still talking to Ayra, "Well, it feels like you had little choice in whether to hire him. Much like the way you had little choice in meeting up with the rest of our travelling companions. The Queen has something planned even if we don't know what it is or whether we enjoy all the company we keep. I am fortunate to have met you and the rest, as strange as this is, it is better than being a drunkard in the spires. Thank you and the Queen for that at least."
Ayra will offer to take the younglings from Wraeven, Agozur and Lil so that they can continue continue to get the cam set up. She places them on her bedroll so they can move about freely and interact with eachother after having been separated for the day.
She looks at the small goblin, remembering the name that Wraeven had used to refer to him. "Gobbo" she says to the cub "Is that your name? And what about the rest of you?" she asks the small orc and hobgoblin, searching their tiny faces.
Wraeven, the cubs respond to your images similarly to Gobbo, but the Orc cub punches at the spider and giggles as the image disappears, pleased with it's open effectiveness. The hobgoblin cub will tense without crying.
*As Sorvas begins to turn around* "I see you are still wary of us, I understand. You know little of us, little of our backgrounds and our ambitions. I have known this group for but a short time, I'll have you know, they have the best of intentions. Your personal belongings are safe, as is your life with us."With this last word, Al turns and walks back towards his spot in camp and notices Ayra talking to the infant humanoids. A warm feeling comes over him knowing his life is also safe with this group of near strangers. He pulls out his waterskin and takes a few short, satisfying sips of water before heading out in search of fruits, berries, or other consumable plants.
Mobya sits on the blanket with Ayra and the babies to play with them. “It’s a great idea to name the younglings!” She says excitedly.
She turns to the lil goblin and tickles his belly and speaks to him with a higher pitch voice, smiling at him: “Gobbo, Gobbo, do you like your name? Gobbo!” And in response to the tickling and the interaction the cub gives her gurgling belly laughs.
“What shall we name the other two?” She asks to those standing nearby.
The post members who too looking for berries, bugs, and game are successful. Agozur find a nice tired log with plenty of crawlies as well as a reasonable amount of berries from a couple different bushes. He is about to pop one into his mouth as Alesandair walls up caring about twice as many, grabs his wrist gently, and says, "not that type."
Sorvas when your go hunting, you come across a pheasant about 40 ft away. How would you like to approach?
Mobya sits on the blanket with Ayra and the babies to play with them. “It’s a great idea to name the younglings!” She says excitedly.
She turns to the lil goblin and tickles his belly and speaks to him with a higher pitch voice, smiling at him: “Gobbo, Gobbo, do you like your name? Gobbo!” And in response to the tickling and the interaction the cub gives her gurgling belly laughs.
“What shall we name the other two?” She asks to those standing nearby.
"I have never been responsible for another life" Ayra, says, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. "Choosing a name is such a great honour. It must surely be done with great care"
"Shirley is a lovely name" Ayra responds to Wraeven's suggestion. She peers directly into the face of the small orc and asks "What do you think of that? Would you like to be named Shirley?"
Sorvas seeing the others naming the younglings, thinks about an appropriate name for one. 'Rax' short for 'Raxin' he thinks would be an acceptable name but he does not even know the story of the younglings and is not familiar enough with the group to say anything. He stands next to the fire (presumably cooking the pheasant for everyone if DM says I killed it)(if not I am warming up rations for myself)
Heading back to camp with all of the scavenged items stored carefully in his alms box , Al will offer and distribute, accordingly, any of the food his companions desire. As he walks past Ayra, Wraeven, Mobya, and the babies he offers his waterskin to the little ones. When he gets to the young Gobbo and the hobgoblin, in goblin Al says to it, "Drink upyoung ones, we have a long trip ahead of us and don't need dehydration to impede us." Then Al heads back over to his spot in the camp to eat his share of food and sit back to relax before the long trip the next morning.
Wraeven
Wraeven sends Lenore to scout the area surrounding the campsite. He steadies himself against a tree as he sees through 'her' eyes. He will keep her out all night as she does not require sleep and has the ability to wake him from sleep if she sees anything.
still talking to Ayra, "Well, it feels like you had little choice in whether to hire him. Much like the way you had little choice in meeting up with the rest of our travelling companions. The Queen has something planned even if we don't know what it is or whether we enjoy all the company we keep. I am fortunate to have met you and the rest, as strange as this is, it is better than being a drunkard in the spires. Thank you and the Queen for that at least."
After making the crude wooden sword for the Orc baby Agozur will set off to gather berries, nuts and bugs for Lil, the babies and himself.
10 Survival
Ayra places her hand on Wraeven's arm. "I am happy to have met you as well. And thank you for the thoughtful words - that does make me feel better."
Ayra will offer to take the younglings from Wraeven, Agozur and Lil so that they can continue continue to get the cam set up. She places them on her bedroll so they can move about freely and interact with eachother after having been separated for the day.
She looks at the small goblin, remembering the name that Wraeven had used to refer to him. "Gobbo" she says to the cub "Is that your name? And what about the rest of you?" she asks the small orc and hobgoblin, searching their tiny faces.
Wraeven, the cubs respond to your images similarly to Gobbo, but the Orc cub punches at the spider and giggles as the image disappears, pleased with it's open effectiveness. The hobgoblin cub will tense without crying.
Dungeon Master - The Chronicle Campaign PbP
Apologies, working on responding, feel the free to keep camp talk up.
Dungeon Master - The Chronicle Campaign PbP
(did we find anything when we were looking for food?)
Warforged Fighter Talien
*As Sorvas begins to turn around* "I see you are still wary of us, I understand. You know little of us, little of our backgrounds and our ambitions. I have known this group for but a short time, I'll have you know, they have the best of intentions. Your personal belongings are safe, as is your life with us." With this last word, Al turns and walks back towards his spot in camp and notices Ayra talking to the infant humanoids. A warm feeling comes over him knowing his life is also safe with this group of near strangers. He pulls out his waterskin and takes a few short, satisfying sips of water before heading out in search of fruits, berries, or other consumable plants.
Survival = 19
Mobya sits on the blanket with Ayra and the babies to play with them. “It’s a great idea to name the younglings!” She says excitedly.
She turns to the lil goblin and tickles his belly and speaks to him with a higher pitch voice, smiling at him: “Gobbo, Gobbo, do you like your name? Gobbo!” And in response to the tickling and the interaction the cub gives her gurgling belly laughs.
“What shall we name the other two?” She asks to those standing nearby.
The post members who too looking for berries, bugs, and game are successful. Agozur find a nice tired log with plenty of crawlies as well as a reasonable amount of berries from a couple different bushes. He is about to pop one into his mouth as Alesandair walls up caring about twice as many, grabs his wrist gently, and says, "not that type."
Sorvas when your go hunting, you come across a pheasant about 40 ft away. How would you like to approach?
Dungeon Master - The Chronicle Campaign PbP
Do not approach, use my longbow while remaining hidden if possible
Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Also Stealth: 18
(If allowed to hide) Attack: 25 Damage: 7
Warforged Fighter Talien
To Agozur, "Remember the old saying, 'If they're in the stump, black and blue come back up. If you want a treat, yellow and blue you must eat'."
Turning to Al with a few bugs falling out of his mouth "Alright I'll put those ones back, thanks for the help."
"I have never been responsible for another life" Ayra, says, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. "Choosing a name is such a great honour. It must surely be done with great care"
((you want to call the orc Shirley?))
"Shirley is a lovely name" Ayra responds to Wraeven's suggestion. She peers directly into the face of the small orc and asks "What do you think of that? Would you like to be named Shirley?"
((YES! Happy))
:)
Ayra will scan the surrounding area for a flower to place in Shirley's hair.
Investigation 6
Sorvas seeing the others naming the younglings, thinks about an appropriate name for one. 'Rax' short for 'Raxin' he thinks would be an acceptable name but he does not even know the story of the younglings and is not familiar enough with the group to say anything. He stands next to the fire (presumably cooking the pheasant for everyone if DM says I killed it)(if not I am warming up rations for myself)
Warforged Fighter Talien
Heading back to camp with all of the scavenged items stored carefully in his alms box , Al will offer and distribute, accordingly, any of the food his companions desire. As he walks past Ayra, Wraeven, Mobya, and the babies he offers his waterskin to the little ones. When he gets to the young Gobbo and the hobgoblin, in goblin Al says to it, "Drink up young ones, we have a long trip ahead of us and don't need dehydration to impede us." Then Al heads back over to his spot in the camp to eat his share of food and sit back to relax before the long trip the next morning.
[ooc: forgot one my languages is goblin]