"I am a healer of sorts, although less like the traditional ones you may know." He listens and watches everyone for a moment, thinking about what Uruk explains as he searches his medicinal memory for anything similar to what he describes. Unfortunately he cannot seem to recall anything of the sort. "Can you tell me what remedies your people have used to combat this illness, Uruk?"
"We have a few healers, and our priests have offered prayers to the gods, but it only provides limited peace."
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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
"How far..." starts the young woman, then she interrupts herself and when she realizes that everyone is waiting for her to continue she starts again "Sorry... Is your village far away?"
"Morzuk can help. Morzuk not like other orc. Morzuk friend to all." The old orc removes his hood to reveal his long messy gray hair, tough old dark green skin, filled with wrinkles and scars. Again his green eyes making a great contrast from the pale dark green of his face.
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The girl now cannot hide her surprise and looks, first to the paladin, then to the rest of the inn, then to Morzuk, then back to the inn, then to Emet again. She seems about to jump and run for cover when the fight begins.
Noticing her distress, Emet whispered to her again in infernal. "Its ok...no need to run, should anything happen I'm sure at least one of this group will be able to stop it." He said softly to her with a small smile, his steel blue eyes briefly flickering to a dark red.
Mirza looks at the conversation of the strangely timid woman and the old orc with a bit of impatience. “Ok, a holy warrior and a healer. Very good.” He says nodding to Emet and Leaf. “The more I hear of this illness the stranger it sounds. We should set off as soon as possible. When can you be ready to depart, Goliath?”
Emet smiles and chuckled a bit. "Because I'm a paladin right?" He asked her, referring to the main reason she may have thought he himself would attack the orc. "It's fine, I know how....most...holding the same tittle can act towards what they see as evil." He said, his face twisting in it's expression like he had bitten into a rotten apple. "My thing, is that I believe just about EVERYONE deserves to have a chance to be good...be it there first, or second."
He then turns to face Mirza for a moment. "My apologies, I'm just trying to comfort this woman who is obviously nervous by the lot of us."
Morzuk looks at Ehlora with sad eyes, "Sad that orc have bad name. Make tough for Morzuk. People no like orc." He looks down at the floor. His eyes now distant remembering a distant memory. He snaps back to attention, turning back to Uruk, "Morzuk heal. Morzuk tribe healer long time ago."
Elhora remains silent, despite the fact that she look all of them intensily, specially to Morzuk.
With her face hidden in the hood is hard to tell what she is thinking about, but when Mirza speaks of departing as soon as posible she says
"I am ready now... " she says it too fast... to anxious that she bites her own lip " I mean... if you accept me to travel with you.. I could.. I could help... "
Mirza looks at Emet, almost in confusion, then shakes his head dismissively. He nods with a smile at Morzuk's comment about being a healer though, and then again as Elhora speaks. "Good, I like the haste."
Uruk gives a broad smile and nearly jumps from his seat, "Good to see such fervor and generosity! All of you are welcome to join me. I had planned to be here for 2 more days, but I can see I've already found the help I need. Take time to gather what you need and meet me outside the city's eastern gates in 2 hours. We can still make some distance before nightfall."
As the party gathers outside the gate, they will find Uruk seated at the front of a rudimentary covered wagon. It seems to be able to seat 6, but some space has been filled with supplies already (3 seats), so rotations of comfort may be necessary.
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
Elhora is there even before Uruk comes with the wagon and, noding to him but not speaking, she jumps inside it and tries to be hide from sight from anyone who passes near the wagon.
Mirza arrives two hours later, almost to the dot. He tosses his pack inside the wagon, and the group can see several weapons strapped to him: a beautiful scimitar decorated with brass and teal gems, a brand new shortsword of basic make, and a crossbow carved with intricate designs. "I am unfamiliar with this region. What dangers might we encounter on the road at night?" he asks Uruk.
Emet was soon to fallow, two daggers strapped to his belt behind his back, just barely hidden by his shield, and on his hip was his trusty long sword. "I'll walk alongside the wagon for now." He said to the rest.
Leaf nods and remains seated, enjoying his meal and drink while the others rush off to handle whatever business to which they needed to attend. As the two hour mark wears close, Leaf can be seen meandering down the roadway wearing a long, sleeveless coat over a well-kept mail hauberk. He carries a seasoned pack on his shoulders, a wooden shield strapped to the side of the pack, and a walking staff with a gnarled hook on top. On his left side is a quiver filled with crossbow bolts. "So, looks like we're still missing a few. Two day journey, eh? Everyone have enough rations and such for the trip there and back? Maybe a little extra just in case of a detour?"
Morzuk meets the party as instructed at the wagon and rushes into the vehicle's covered seats. His hood is drawn close to deter the gate guards from looking too closely and assuming he's an unfortunate half-breed.
Such a bright day seems an omen of good luck for setting out on the road. The first few hours pass without any trouble. A family in their own modest wagon passes heading to River's Rush; they wave politely and a child stares excitedly at the strange company they see.
In the late afternoon, a barricade comes into sight and bears the standard of a local lord's army. Two men stand at either end of a strange gate: at either end, a 6' pole is planted into the ground and four lengths of chain are stretched across the road between them. Off the road to either side sits a wagon with two guards on top. When your wagon comes within 50' of the barricade, one of the men on the road steps out and calls, "Hail! We are of Lord Darmuth's army and have been granted permit to toll this road for this season. The fee is half a silver coin per head, two silvers for families." Uruk hops down and approaches the man, speaking something which can be scarcely heard. After a few minutes and the brandishing of papers, the emissary fishes out a few coins and hands them over. The man nods, and his companion at the gate removes the suspended chains to open the road again.
Afternoon begins to wane as the sun rests on the horizon.
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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
During all the exchange at the toll Elhora literally hides in the wagon and makes any effort she can to avoid beign seen. But as and as far as they get of it and town, the more confident she feels. Finally Elhora jumps off the wagon and strechts her legs a litte bit. She still has her tail wraped in bandages, but she hasn't tied to her leg, so it moves freely now and she seems to have to strecht it as well as her legs. She doesn't put her hood off though and none has seen her face clearly yet.
She walks a few feet behind the wagon and tries not to make eye contact with anyone.
Mirza walks alongside the wagon, towards the front. He watches the exchange between Uruk and the guard with a bit of distaste. Once they've moved on he remarks to himself "I'll never understand these customs. 'granted permit to toll this road' It is a road, carved into the land. How can anyone own it, and charge for its use?"
"I am a healer of sorts, although less like the traditional ones you may know." He listens and watches everyone for a moment, thinking about what Uruk explains as he searches his medicinal memory for anything similar to what he describes. Unfortunately he cannot seem to recall anything of the sort. "Can you tell me what remedies your people have used to combat this illness, Uruk?"
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
"We have a few healers, and our priests have offered prayers to the gods, but it only provides limited peace."
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
"How far..." starts the young woman, then she interrupts herself and when she realizes that everyone is waiting for her to continue she starts again "Sorry... Is your village far away?"
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"Morzuk can help. Morzuk not like other orc. Morzuk friend to all." The old orc removes his hood to reveal his long messy gray hair, tough old dark green skin, filled with wrinkles and scars. Again his green eyes making a great contrast from the pale dark green of his face.
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
The girl now cannot hide her surprise and looks, first to the paladin, then to the rest of the inn, then to Morzuk, then back to the inn, then to Emet again. She seems about to jump and run for cover when the fight begins.
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Noticing her distress, Emet whispered to her again in infernal. "Its ok...no need to run, should anything happen I'm sure at least one of this group will be able to stop it." He said softly to her with a small smile, his steel blue eyes briefly flickering to a dark red.
Ehlora looks at Emet again, amazed that he doesn't jump to kill the orc.
" Ok..."
she says sitting again but still looking to the inn as if she was waiting that a mob jump into them. She looks to Morzuk and says softly
"Sorry... I wasn't afraid of you... but of their reaction knowing what you... who you are..."
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Mirza looks at the conversation of the strangely timid woman and the old orc with a bit of impatience. “Ok, a holy warrior and a healer. Very good.” He says nodding to Emet and Leaf. “The more I hear of this illness the stranger it sounds. We should set off as soon as possible. When can you be ready to depart, Goliath?”
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Emet smiles and chuckled a bit. "Because I'm a paladin right?" He asked her, referring to the main reason she may have thought he himself would attack the orc. "It's fine, I know how....most...holding the same tittle can act towards what they see as evil." He said, his face twisting in it's expression like he had bitten into a rotten apple. "My thing, is that I believe just about EVERYONE deserves to have a chance to be good...be it there first, or second."
He then turns to face Mirza for a moment. "My apologies, I'm just trying to comfort this woman who is obviously nervous by the lot of us."
Morzuk looks at Ehlora with sad eyes, "Sad that orc have bad name. Make tough for Morzuk. People no like orc." He looks down at the floor. His eyes now distant remembering a distant memory. He snaps back to attention, turning back to Uruk, "Morzuk heal. Morzuk tribe healer long time ago."
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
Elhora remains silent, despite the fact that she look all of them intensily, specially to Morzuk.
With her face hidden in the hood is hard to tell what she is thinking about, but when Mirza speaks of departing as soon as posible she says
"I am ready now... " she says it too fast... to anxious that she bites her own lip " I mean... if you accept me to travel with you.. I could.. I could help... "
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Mirza looks at Emet, almost in confusion, then shakes his head dismissively. He nods with a smile at Morzuk's comment about being a healer though, and then again as Elhora speaks. "Good, I like the haste."
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Uruk gives a broad smile and nearly jumps from his seat, "Good to see such fervor and generosity! All of you are welcome to join me. I had planned to be here for 2 more days, but I can see I've already found the help I need. Take time to gather what you need and meet me outside the city's eastern gates in 2 hours. We can still make some distance before nightfall."
As the party gathers outside the gate, they will find Uruk seated at the front of a rudimentary covered wagon. It seems to be able to seat 6, but some space has been filled with supplies already (3 seats), so rotations of comfort may be necessary.
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
Elhora is there even before Uruk comes with the wagon and, noding to him but not speaking, she jumps inside it and tries to be hide from sight from anyone who passes near the wagon.
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Mirza arrives two hours later, almost to the dot. He tosses his pack inside the wagon, and the group can see several weapons strapped to him: a beautiful scimitar decorated with brass and teal gems, a brand new shortsword of basic make, and a crossbow carved with intricate designs. "I am unfamiliar with this region. What dangers might we encounter on the road at night?" he asks Uruk.
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Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Emet was soon to fallow, two daggers strapped to his belt behind his back, just barely hidden by his shield, and on his hip was his trusty long sword. "I'll walk alongside the wagon for now." He said to the rest.
Leaf nods and remains seated, enjoying his meal and drink while the others rush off to handle whatever business to which they needed to attend. As the two hour mark wears close, Leaf can be seen meandering down the roadway wearing a long, sleeveless coat over a well-kept mail hauberk. He carries a seasoned pack on his shoulders, a wooden shield strapped to the side of the pack, and a walking staff with a gnarled hook on top. On his left side is a quiver filled with crossbow bolts. "So, looks like we're still missing a few. Two day journey, eh? Everyone have enough rations and such for the trip there and back? Maybe a little extra just in case of a detour?"
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Morzuk meets the party as instructed at the wagon and rushes into the vehicle's covered seats. His hood is drawn close to deter the gate guards from looking too closely and assuming he's an unfortunate half-breed.
Such a bright day seems an omen of good luck for setting out on the road. The first few hours pass without any trouble. A family in their own modest wagon passes heading to River's Rush; they wave politely and a child stares excitedly at the strange company they see.
In the late afternoon, a barricade comes into sight and bears the standard of a local lord's army. Two men stand at either end of a strange gate: at either end, a 6' pole is planted into the ground and four lengths of chain are stretched across the road between them. Off the road to either side sits a wagon with two guards on top. When your wagon comes within 50' of the barricade, one of the men on the road steps out and calls, "Hail! We are of Lord Darmuth's army and have been granted permit to toll this road for this season. The fee is half a silver coin per head, two silvers for families." Uruk hops down and approaches the man, speaking something which can be scarcely heard. After a few minutes and the brandishing of papers, the emissary fishes out a few coins and hands them over. The man nods, and his companion at the gate removes the suspended chains to open the road again.
Afternoon begins to wane as the sun rests on the horizon.
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
During all the exchange at the toll Elhora literally hides in the wagon and makes any effort she can to avoid beign seen. But as and as far as they get of it and town, the more confident she feels. Finally Elhora jumps off the wagon and strechts her legs a litte bit. She still has her tail wraped in bandages, but she hasn't tied to her leg, so it moves freely now and she seems to have to strecht it as well as her legs. She doesn't put her hood off though and none has seen her face clearly yet.
She walks a few feet behind the wagon and tries not to make eye contact with anyone.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Mirza walks alongside the wagon, towards the front. He watches the exchange between Uruk and the guard with a bit of distaste. Once they've moved on he remarks to himself "I'll never understand these customs. 'granted permit to toll this road' It is a road, carved into the land. How can anyone own it, and charge for its use?"
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger