”Well that is great. First thing, Griff, you’re not going to mention what your brothers call you to anyone else ok? And by the time you see them again we’ll have a new nickname all figured out. Right? Right. It looks like these two fellows over here are also looking to head out.” The 40 something half elf throws an arm around the humans shoulders and wks over to Bernand and Quodathis. “Hello I’m Elorin and this is Griff. Looks like you are ready to head out. Mind if we join you?”
Niossae watches the group dynamic form and steps up, speaking to Elorin, "I can be of use on a hunt as well. I have learned much and need to hone my skills further. I can strike from range or clobber anything that gets close."
"That sounds good to me. I'm not much for getting close myself. But I can hit what I'm aiming at most times. If everyone is ready perhaps we should head on out before someone else finds our prize?"
You all start your expedition into the forest. And the party is uncontested as they explore deeper in. You all do meet with a small party of elven rangers, who give you 2potion of healing. They wish you all luck as they depart for their patrols.
"If the rest of you don't mind I'd like to hold on to one of these." Before anyone can object I pocket one of the potions inside my coat and quickly pull the wand out. tapping myself on the chest "Sorĉistaro"
(OOC how is Bernard's HP that high! Not that I'm complaining its nice to have a tank but I didn't think that was possible.)
As the party travels deeper inwards, they come across a shoddy camp of sorts. The inhabitants look bewildered and scared as the party comes close. They look like poor and homeless folk, sticking it out in the woods. They lack the armor or weapons of bandits, along with their empty stomachs and worn clothings. A single one approaches the party, raising his hands in a show of non violence, "We ain't done nothing, we just trying to wait out the owlbears we saw round these parts. We're just some folk down on their luck. Feel free to wait with us if you want."
(I don't really know if Niossae is with this group or with the other group. Since they're posting in both the Burle and Iron Fang. And this is an encounter, you all may discuss and choose what to do.)
The old man shakes his head, "W-we can't go there. You see...we're all a bit...broken in a way." The man rolls up his pants to show his deformed leg, as does the other members, showing their defects and handicaps. "We just got kicked out of Saltmarsh and we were trying to get to another city. When this Owlbear rammed the carriage ahead of us and started attacking the folk. We just thought to hide out here till morn comes then be on our way. Can't very well work for our food right now and I suppose the guards sent word of us beggars towards that fort of yours." The man looks a bit saddened as he hides his defect away, "Though my offer still stands, you all can stay for the moment or keep on going. You ain't gotta worry about us stealing, none of us ain't got quick hands nor the strength to use anything."
You notice something strange. If they ran away from the road, why would they set up camp here? The Dreadwood is well known to house most of the monsters so why would they escape towards the den of the beast. And although they tell this sad story, their eyes never left your party. They kept their gaze on you, examining your reactions and judging your gear. And oddly enough, their eyes resemble that of beasts.
(I rolled behind the scenes so you all wouldn't know I did, but it lost.)
”LIARS!” As he yells out Elorin moves backwards away from the camp keeping his front toward them while also pulling his wand and pointing it at the ‘person’ who’d been talking to them. ”Fulmine Ignis”
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Elorin
”We won’t fall for your act. Look they have the eyes of beasts. Tell us what you really are and what your purpose is out here!” Elorin keeps his wand trained on the group letting lose another fire bolt if any make a move.
Burle Thread
Party members:
[OoC]: Are we all still at the tavern? All of the below appeal to me, so I'm gonna roll a d8 and see which one fate says I'd prefer! 6
Capture targets:
Requests:
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Elorin
”Well that is great. First thing, Griff, you’re not going to mention what your brothers call you to anyone else ok? And by the time you see them again we’ll have a new nickname all figured out. Right? Right. It looks like these two fellows over here are also looking to head out.” The 40 something half elf throws an arm around the humans shoulders and wks over to Bernand and Quodathis. “Hello I’m Elorin and this is Griff. Looks like you are ready to head out. Mind if we join you?”
Niossae watches the group dynamic form and steps up, speaking to Elorin, "I can be of use on a hunt as well. I have learned much and need to hone my skills further. I can strike from range or clobber anything that gets close."
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6
(If any of you have last minute preparations, please post, otherwise I'll carry on with the objective of getting a vine blight's root.)
Elorin
"That sounds good to me. I'm not much for getting close myself. But I can hit what I'm aiming at most times. If everyone is ready perhaps we should head on out before someone else finds our prize?"
Griff replies, clearly nervously, "I am as ready as I am likely to be."
Ryndar Shadowsbane - Lvl 3 Eldarin Fighter | Kassar - Lvl 2 Lizardfolk Druid (Circle of Stars) | Finnegan (Finn) Taggert - Lvl 1 Human Cleric (Peace Domain) |
Verdan Schmidt - Lvl 2 Half-Elf Bard | Grithik - Lvl 5 Deep Gnome Warlock (Celestial)
You all start your expedition into the forest. And the party is uncontested as they explore deeper in. You all do meet with a small party of elven rangers, who give you 2 potion of healing. They wish you all luck as they depart for their patrols.
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Elorin
"If the rest of you don't mind I'd like to hold on to one of these." Before anyone can object I pocket one of the potions inside my coat and quickly pull the wand out. tapping myself on the chest "Sorĉistaro"
(OOC how is Bernard's HP that high! Not that I'm complaining its nice to have a tank but I didn't think that was possible.)
[OoC]: 10 + Con, he's a fighter.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
(Fixed his health, honestly thought it was due to the tough feat. And it's 10 + CON modifier, not the actual stat itself.)
[OoC]: I know lol. Not sure why it needs fixing, it's always been 12 when I've checked.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
As the party travels deeper inwards, they come across a shoddy camp of sorts. The inhabitants look bewildered and scared as the party comes close. They look like poor and homeless folk, sticking it out in the woods. They lack the armor or weapons of bandits, along with their empty stomachs and worn clothings. A single one approaches the party, raising his hands in a show of non violence, "We ain't done nothing, we just trying to wait out the owlbears we saw round these parts. We're just some folk down on their luck. Feel free to wait with us if you want."
(I don't really know if Niossae is with this group or with the other group. Since they're posting in both the Burle and Iron Fang. And this is an encounter, you all may discuss and choose what to do.)
Elorin
”Well we just made our way from the Fort so the path ought to be clear. How about we escort you folks back?”
(Sorry for delay.)
The old man shakes his head, "W-we can't go there. You see...we're all a bit...broken in a way." The man rolls up his pants to show his deformed leg, as does the other members, showing their defects and handicaps. "We just got kicked out of Saltmarsh and we were trying to get to another city. When this Owlbear rammed the carriage ahead of us and started attacking the folk. We just thought to hide out here till morn comes then be on our way. Can't very well work for our food right now and I suppose the guards sent word of us beggars towards that fort of yours." The man looks a bit saddened as he hides his defect away, "Though my offer still stands, you all can stay for the moment or keep on going. You ain't gotta worry about us stealing, none of us ain't got quick hands nor the strength to use anything."
Elorin
Do I get a sense that he is being truthful about everything?
Insight : 12
(Darn.)
@Elorin
You notice something strange. If they ran away from the road, why would they set up camp here? The Dreadwood is well known to house most of the monsters so why would they escape towards the den of the beast. And although they tell this sad story, their eyes never left your party. They kept their gaze on you, examining your reactions and judging your gear. And oddly enough, their eyes resemble that of beasts.
(I rolled behind the scenes so you all wouldn't know I did, but it lost.)
Elorin
”LIARS!” As he yells out Elorin moves backwards away from the camp keeping his front toward them while also pulling his wand and pointing it at the ‘person’ who’d been talking to them. ”Fulmine Ignis”
Attack: 7 Fire Damage: 5
The disfigured man ducks in time as the fire bolt sails over his head. He yelps pathetically as he falls down to the ground. "Please sir, spare me!"
Elorin
”We won’t fall for your act. Look they have the eyes of beasts. Tell us what you really are and what your purpose is out here!” Elorin keeps his wand trained on the group letting lose another fire bolt if any make a move.
Fire Bolt : Attack: 11 Damage: 7