Rain pours in the Southern Wastes, the mountainous and infertile peninsula on the southern coast of Vord. Even so, this morning's deluge is impressive for the area, soaking everything and filling crevices to the brim. Thunder rumbles and shakes the ground as lightning bolts strike the ground. Huddled in the shelter of five crater-like depressions, the Peacemaker's war camps still move with a flurry of activity despite the harsh storm.
Anastasia, Gerlan, Slasher, your caravan is one of these flurries of activities. Arriving with a full legion of reinforcements, the caravan moves into the left-most crater, stopping near the assembly of squat stone buildings that serve as barracks. You dismount into the mud and rain, moving as quickly as possible to unpack both your own things and the supplies that arrived along with the reinforcements. With the whole legion working, the job is soon done and you hurry into the barracks you are assigned.
Waiting inside, you see six beds, three of them occupied by sitting figures, seemingly waiting for you. The features of the figures are lost in the shadows, but they all seem to be burly, with large front teeth jutting out above the upper lip. Ora, Oruk, Gig, you see what is to be the second half of your new unit enter the building soaking wet, giving you three stares and then beginning to unpack their equipment.
Slasher walks in and places his backpack down, takes the shield and longsword off his back and places it next to the backpack and lifts his bed up. "Would anyone like a spare bed? I have no need for one"
Anastasia enters the barracks. Her clothes are soaking wet and her hair is messed up because of the rain. On her shoulder is a raven that looks as disheveled as she does. "Well Stolas, this won't do at all." She says in a smoky voice. "We look terrible." She casts Prestidigitation on herself and Stolas, cleaning the mud and water off of both of them. "Better. Good day, my name is Anastasia Greyfallow and this is my familiar, Stolas. We've come to reinforce you."
Anastasia walks over to Slasher. "Don't worry, I have you covered." She casts Prestidigitation on him to dry him off. "And I'll accept your bed as well."
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Gerlan enters, soaked to the bone with his hair flat on his head. "Let's hope this rain relents in the near future. I'd rather be in a crater than a lake." He dries himself with prestidigitation.
"Ah, that's more like it! Gerlan Thundershore, at your service."
Ora stands and holds out her hand in an obvious handshake gesture towards them all, speaking again in her soft and gentle voice, “Ora Rangfist, Acolyte of Helm, may he protect us all. It is a pleasure to meet you all and good to hear that we finally have the reinforcements we were promised, though I cannot promise better weather for the future, I’m afraid. Have you journeyed far?”
Gerlan gives Ora a good, firm handshake, "I'm on a personal journey of discovery, of sorts. As far as I'm concerned, no place is too far for me. In fact this just where my search has led me.”
Oruk smiles at the sight of the new members. ''Well, since we will be working together, I guess I also owe you lot an introduction. The name's Oruk...'' But before he can finish his statement he notices Slasher. ''Hey, that's some great armour you got there, interesting design. Did you make it yourself?''
Gig looks up as he is sharpening his large greatsword and gives a faint smile but it fades just as fast it comes. "Name's Gig." He stands up to his full height, a good six-and-a-half feet tall as he reaches for the closest hand from the three that entered. "Pleasure to meet you." His voice is gruff but has a pleasant tone to it.
(Gig, by the way, doesn't have super pronounced tusks. They're there but you really have to look for them."
Slasher looks over at Oruk. "This is not armour, it is me. I am not flesh and blood like the rest of you. The name's Slasher" he looks down at his longsword "because I slash"
Ora looks around the room, then back to Gerlan, the same gentle look on her face, “I hope you will be able to find what you are looking for, although so far I have seen only rain and war.” She looks a little saddened as she says the word war.
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Anastasia accepts Ora's handshake. "Anastasia, Heiress to House Greyfallow. My house has sent me here as a gesture of loyalty to the Peacemaker. How has the war gone so far?"
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
The rest of the morning passes someone uneventfully. About two hours after the reinforcements arrive, a runner comes to your lodgings. "The Captain wants to see your unit as soon as it's convenient." The half-orcs know from experience that this means "now, and five hours ago if you can manage it".
The messenger nods. "Of course, my Lady... ah, sir... ah, ma'am." He leads you all through camp, bringing you to a stone building that is bigger than the rest in this area, denoting that the entire area follows the resident's orders.
Gig lowers his hand and sheathes his greatsword onto his back. He follows behind the group carefully examining the new arrivals. Let's hope they're battle ready. War is a lot different than it's made out to be in books.
Rain pours in the Southern Wastes, the mountainous and infertile peninsula on the southern coast of Vord. Even so, this morning's deluge is impressive for the area, soaking everything and filling crevices to the brim. Thunder rumbles and shakes the ground as lightning bolts strike the ground. Huddled in the shelter of five crater-like depressions, the Peacemaker's war camps still move with a flurry of activity despite the harsh storm.
Anastasia, Gerlan, Slasher, your caravan is one of these flurries of activities. Arriving with a full legion of reinforcements, the caravan moves into the left-most crater, stopping near the assembly of squat stone buildings that serve as barracks. You dismount into the mud and rain, moving as quickly as possible to unpack both your own things and the supplies that arrived along with the reinforcements. With the whole legion working, the job is soon done and you hurry into the barracks you are assigned.
Waiting inside, you see six beds, three of them occupied by sitting figures, seemingly waiting for you. The features of the figures are lost in the shadows, but they all seem to be burly, with large front teeth jutting out above the upper lip. Ora, Oruk, Gig, you see what is to be the second half of your new unit enter the building soaking wet, giving you three stares and then beginning to unpack their equipment.
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Slasher walks in and places his backpack down, takes the shield and longsword off his back and places it next to the backpack and lifts his bed up. "Would anyone like a spare bed? I have no need for one"
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Ora smiles at the newcomers, “Welcome, come in and try to dry off, before you all catch colds.”
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Anastasia enters the barracks. Her clothes are soaking wet and her hair is messed up because of the rain. On her shoulder is a raven that looks as disheveled as she does. "Well Stolas, this won't do at all." She says in a smoky voice. "We look terrible." She casts Prestidigitation on herself and Stolas, cleaning the mud and water off of both of them. "Better. Good day, my name is Anastasia Greyfallow and this is my familiar, Stolas. We've come to reinforce you."
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"I don't think I can catch a cold. Though water and metal are not a good mixture"
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Anastasia walks over to Slasher. "Don't worry, I have you covered." She casts Prestidigitation on him to dry him off. "And I'll accept your bed as well."
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Gerlan enters, soaked to the bone with his hair flat on his head. "Let's hope this rain relents in the near future. I'd rather be in a crater than a lake." He dries himself with prestidigitation.
"Ah, that's more like it! Gerlan Thundershore, at your service."
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Ora stands and holds out her hand in an obvious handshake gesture towards them all, speaking again in her soft and gentle voice, “Ora Rangfist, Acolyte of Helm, may he protect us all. It is a pleasure to meet you all and good to hear that we finally have the reinforcements we were promised, though I cannot promise better weather for the future, I’m afraid. Have you journeyed far?”
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Ellara Nightflower: level 1 blood hunter, Curse of Strahd
Gerlan gives Ora a good, firm handshake, "I'm on a personal journey of discovery, of sorts. As far as I'm concerned, no place is too far for me. In fact this just where my search has led me.”
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Oruk smiles at the sight of the new members. ''Well, since we will be working together, I guess I also owe you lot an introduction. The name's Oruk...'' But before he can finish his statement he notices Slasher. ''Hey, that's some great armour you got there, interesting design. Did you make it yourself?''
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Gig looks up as he is sharpening his large greatsword and gives a faint smile but it fades just as fast it comes. "Name's Gig." He stands up to his full height, a good six-and-a-half feet tall as he reaches for the closest hand from the three that entered. "Pleasure to meet you." His voice is gruff but has a pleasant tone to it.
(Gig, by the way, doesn't have super pronounced tusks. They're there but you really have to look for them."
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Slasher looks over at Oruk. "This is not armour, it is me. I am not flesh and blood like the rest of you. The name's Slasher" he looks down at his longsword "because I slash"
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Ora looks around the room, then back to Gerlan, the same gentle look on her face, “I hope you will be able to find what you are looking for, although so far I have seen only rain and war.” She looks a little saddened as she says the word war.
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Ellara Nightflower: level 1 blood hunter, Curse of Strahd
Anastasia accepts Ora's handshake. "Anastasia, Heiress to House Greyfallow. My house has sent me here as a gesture of loyalty to the Peacemaker. How has the war gone so far?"
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The rest of the morning passes someone uneventfully. About two hours after the reinforcements arrive, a runner comes to your lodgings. "The Captain wants to see your unit as soon as it's convenient." The half-orcs know from experience that this means "now, and five hours ago if you can manage it".
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"I imagine that he must want to see his new soldiers. Can you lead us to him?"
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The messenger nods. "Of course, my Lady... ah, sir... ah, ma'am." He leads you all through camp, bringing you to a stone building that is bigger than the rest in this area, denoting that the entire area follows the resident's orders.
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Gig lowers his hand and sheathes his greatsword onto his back. He follows behind the group carefully examining the new arrivals. Let's hope they're battle ready. War is a lot different than it's made out to be in books.
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Anastasia smiles at the man struggling to decide which title to refer to her by. How adorable.
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"They certainly know how to make an impression, no?"
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