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Satisfied Darrimus will make his way back into the Inn and motion for Moran. They will then continue back to camp where they will bed down for the night.
They will make their way stealthily: 14
Once at camp they will do a quick search around the camp for any tracks that show the camp has been scouted.
Survival: 14
If nothing, go to sleep. If found, will updated again.
Darrimus removes his disguise and packs everything away. He goes over and lays his leather armor and rapier out once more and investigates them to ensure all is up to par.
Darrimus then lays his armor and rapier out in front of him and says a prayer. “Platinum Dragon watch over me today.”
Darrimus then puts his armor on sheathes his rapier. He then walks over to Moran. “Moran my friend. Thank you for last night. Because of you my parents are safe and we will finally be able to teach those nobles a lesson!”
Darrimus will wait until noon and then make his way to the grounds .
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As Darrimus makes his way to the arena, he is filled with a sense of confidence. Knowing that he successfully protected his parents last night has made him feel like he deserves to win this duel. He goes through the same routine as yesterday, checking in and dressing up, except this time there is no Stanton in the dressing room. He makes his way out to the arena. This time however when the announcer announces his name, a small but present cheer is there. As the announcer announces Stanton however, the roar was much louder. Both men head into the arena, but only one will emerge victorious. Let the die of fate be cast.
Darrimus comes to hours later in a bed. He awakes to Moran sitting by his side. Moran sees as he stirs and says "My friend! Don't move the wounds are still closing. You did your best. I am sorry you didn't win."
Darrimus then says in a whisper, "My friend. I am sorry I let you down. However, we both know our strength is not in open battle. And even though I lost the battle the true war is beginning here and here.
Darrimus motions to his head and to his heart. When his hand touches his heart he winces at the pain.
Darrimus says, "Think of all those we gave hope. Then after the performance I put on yesterday they are going to think the nobles rigged it for me to lose. Their hearts and minds are changing. In time, all will change."
Darrimus sighs and closes his eyes to rest but continues to listen until he falls back asleep from the pain.
"You are right. People are finally talking about how the scouts are maybe more than just a useless unit now. By the way, we have a mandatory celebratory dinner tonight. You should be recovered by then. Here is a change of clothes." Moran hands him some clothes. "Dinner starts in a little over an hour so don't waste too much time."
Darrimus heads to the celebration dinner. It begins as one would expect. A lot of introductions and congratulations. The food was brought to the table. Generous portions of meat and potatoes for everyone. After the eating had concluded, a figure dressed with a majestic cape stood up at a podium towards the front of the room and began to speak.
"Greetings everyone. I am Lord Eura, Lord of Eastalia." Darrimus was shocked. This was the first time him seeing the lord. "I would like to thank you all for your hard work today. Demonstrations like this are why we are able to keep our military strength up enough to fight off the orcs. I would also like to say thank you for all our first-years and putting on a surprising display this year. As is accustom, the placements in the first-year tournament will determine guard posts tonight. The army and the city guard will have the outer most wall, where as the scouts will be in charge of guarding the castle. A rare occurrence, but a great opportunity before they are shipped out to the field. And the officers get the night off to enjoy the celebrations. If all relevant personnel will report to the stable outside after dinner, their relevant posts will be delegated to them. The...." As he continued on Darrimus zoned out and the rest of the dinner continued without much to mention.
After dinner, Darrimus and Moran reported to the stable outside and were put in charge of the castle east and west wing respectfully. The guard duty was boring and nothing happened until around midnight. As was expected, a courier arrived bearing a report from the outer wall. This report was to be delivered to the guard captain. Darrimus traded out temporarily with the courier and began is way to the guard captain's post. When he arrived, the guard captain was not present...
OOC: Just thought I would setup the next big arc. Would probably be better to talk about this before we move past it but just in case you didn't want to do anything else I figured I would just post it
"Lazy as expected." Darrimus thinks to himself. "Probably off trying to suck up to the officers."
Darrimus will take this opportunity to look around the guard captains post for anything of value or interest. Specifically, any letters or writing. He will not touch anything.
Besides the few maps and notes on the desk, nothing seems too interesting. As he scans the room though he notices that there appears to be blood leading down the hallway.
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Darrimus tries to move stealthily, but he steps on a bit of blood on the way down the hallway, thus giving a slight noise to his steps. It is not very loud and only the keenest of ears would be able to discern the sound. As he follows the trail of blood it leads to stairs going up. He continues to follow the path and finds that stairs lead up a tower to a door that is partially opened.
As Darrimus makes his way up the stairs he hears an unknown, male voice coming from the room. He clearly hears the voice say “We told you to hand over the runestone, but you were just too stubborn. Did you think just because you were a Lord, that it would protect you from us?” Darrimus makes it to the top of the stairs and peaks around the corner. He finds a man in a black cloak with a stitching of a man riding a horse in white. He recognizes this symbol, it is of the notorious mercenary group the Dark Riders. They have been increasing their presence in the last five years. He remembers learning about certain aspects of them in training. The man continues “If you would of listened instead of trying to learn more about the stone then it would not of come to this. It doesn’t matter now though, you will do nicely.” And before Darrimus can react he see the man move swiftly and a knife comes flying at his face at great speed. Darrimus dodges back, but is slightly too slow and the dagger barely cuts his face. “Shew” he thinks “that was a close one.” Then his body begins to feel heavy as he begins to black out.
Please roll a Constitution check to see if you get any more information about the mysterious man.
Satisfied Darrimus will make his way back into the Inn and motion for Moran. They will then continue back to camp where they will bed down for the night.
They will make their way stealthily: 14
Once at camp they will do a quick search around the camp for any tracks that show the camp has been scouted.
Survival: 14
If nothing, go to sleep. If found, will updated again.
The two men make it back to camp outside without issue. They both lay down for the night and sleep without issue.
Darrimus removes his disguise and packs everything away. He goes over and lays his leather armor and rapier out once more and investigates them to ensure all is up to par.
Darrimus then lays his armor and rapier out in front of him and says a prayer. “Platinum Dragon watch over me today.”
Darrimus then puts his armor on sheathes his rapier. He then walks over to Moran. “Moran my friend. Thank you for last night. Because of you my parents are safe and we will finally be able to teach those nobles a lesson!”
Darrimus will wait until noon and then make his way to the grounds .
As Darrimus makes his way to the arena, he is filled with a sense of confidence. Knowing that he successfully protected his parents last night has made him feel like he deserves to win this duel. He goes through the same routine as yesterday, checking in and dressing up, except this time there is no Stanton in the dressing room. He makes his way out to the arena. This time however when the announcer announces his name, a small but present cheer is there. As the announcer announces Stanton however, the roar was much louder. Both men head into the arena, but only one will emerge victorious. Let the die of fate be cast.
Ini
Darrimus: 15
Stanton: 7
Stanton is up first, and with a quick lunge he comes straight at Darrimus
Attack: 19 Damage: 10
As if quicker than yesterday, Darrimus finds himself off guard and is slashed straight across the chest for 10 damage!
The pain sears through Darrimus as his world begins to go black. Not like this, Darrimus thinks! He lashes out against Stanton!
Attack: 8 Damage: 10
Stanton pauses for a moment and says "My, my, I thought this was gonna be more than a challenge."
Stanton swings at you again
Attack: 21 Damage: 5
And with two quick slices, Darrimus goes down. All his preparation... Everything led up to this point, but fate had a different path for him.
Darrimus comes to hours later in a bed. He awakes to Moran sitting by his side. Moran sees as he stirs and says "My friend! Don't move the wounds are still closing. You did your best. I am sorry you didn't win."
Darrimus moves and winces.
Darrimus then says in a whisper, "My friend. I am sorry I let you down. However, we both know our strength is not in open battle. And even though I lost the battle the true war is beginning here and here.
Darrimus motions to his head and to his heart. When his hand touches his heart he winces at the pain.
Darrimus says, "Think of all those we gave hope. Then after the performance I put on yesterday they are going to think the nobles rigged it for me to lose. Their hearts and minds are changing. In time, all will change."
Darrimus sighs and closes his eyes to rest but continues to listen until he falls back asleep from the pain.
"You are right. People are finally talking about how the scouts are maybe more than just a useless unit now. By the way, we have a mandatory celebratory dinner tonight. You should be recovered by then. Here is a change of clothes." Moran hands him some clothes. "Dinner starts in a little over an hour so don't waste too much time."
“I will see you there.” Darrimus slowly puts on his clothes and heads to dinner.
Darrimus heads to the celebration dinner. It begins as one would expect. A lot of introductions and congratulations. The food was brought to the table. Generous portions of meat and potatoes for everyone. After the eating had concluded, a figure dressed with a majestic cape stood up at a podium towards the front of the room and began to speak.
"Greetings everyone. I am Lord Eura, Lord of Eastalia." Darrimus was shocked. This was the first time him seeing the lord. "I would like to thank you all for your hard work today. Demonstrations like this are why we are able to keep our military strength up enough to fight off the orcs. I would also like to say thank you for all our first-years and putting on a surprising display this year. As is accustom, the placements in the first-year tournament will determine guard posts tonight. The army and the city guard will have the outer most wall, where as the scouts will be in charge of guarding the castle. A rare occurrence, but a great opportunity before they are shipped out to the field. And the officers get the night off to enjoy the celebrations. If all relevant personnel will report to the stable outside after dinner, their relevant posts will be delegated to them. The...." As he continued on Darrimus zoned out and the rest of the dinner continued without much to mention.
After dinner, Darrimus and Moran reported to the stable outside and were put in charge of the castle east and west wing respectfully. The guard duty was boring and nothing happened until around midnight. As was expected, a courier arrived bearing a report from the outer wall. This report was to be delivered to the guard captain. Darrimus traded out temporarily with the courier and began is way to the guard captain's post. When he arrived, the guard captain was not present...
OOC: Just thought I would setup the next big arc. Would probably be better to talk about this before we move past it but just in case you didn't want to do anything else I figured I would just post it
"Lazy as expected." Darrimus thinks to himself. "Probably off trying to suck up to the officers."
Darrimus will take this opportunity to look around the guard captains post for anything of value or interest. Specifically, any letters or writing. He will not touch anything.
Investigation: 18
Besides the few maps and notes on the desk, nothing seems too interesting. As he scans the room though he notices that there appears to be blood leading down the hallway.
Darrimus becomes concerned and immediately goes into stealth mode.
10
He quietly walks down the hallway following the blood.
Darrimus tries to move stealthily, but he steps on a bit of blood on the way down the hallway, thus giving a slight noise to his steps. It is not very loud and only the keenest of ears would be able to discern the sound. As he follows the trail of blood it leads to stairs going up. He continues to follow the path and finds that stairs lead up a tower to a door that is partially opened.
Please roll a perception check.
DM rolls
11
Perception: 18
As Darrimus makes his way up the stairs he hears an unknown, male voice coming from the room. He clearly hears the voice say “We told you to hand over the runestone, but you were just too stubborn. Did you think just because you were a Lord, that it would protect you from us?” Darrimus makes it to the top of the stairs and peaks around the corner. He finds a man in a black cloak with a stitching of a man riding a horse in white. He recognizes this symbol, it is of the notorious mercenary group the Dark Riders. They have been increasing their presence in the last five years. He remembers learning about certain aspects of them in training. The man continues “If you would of listened instead of trying to learn more about the stone then it would not of come to this. It doesn’t matter now though, you will do nicely.” And before Darrimus can react he see the man move swiftly and a knife comes flying at his face at great speed. Darrimus dodges back, but is slightly too slow and the dagger barely cuts his face. “Shew” he thinks “that was a close one.” Then his body begins to feel heavy as he begins to black out.
Please roll a Constitution check to see if you get any more information about the mysterious man.
Constitution: 5