Sumazura will step off of the path made by the villagers and try to progress cautiously.
12 Stealth
As she attempts to use the forest/brush for cover on her pursuit she will also scan the forest and trail for any thing moving.
6 Perception
You successfully approach the fire. You stand behind a massive tree and in front of you sets some kind of jungle bush that keeps you from being spotted.
In a surprisingly natural clearing of the jungle stands a massive bonfire in the center of the clearing. The area itself is about 70 feet away. Some of the younger natives dance and chant around the fire, most of the tribe however seem to be in a mass in front of the fire. They all stand around a opening in the group where you see two adult natives facing each other about 7 feet from one another.
No one seems to have noticed you yet, they all stand fixated on the two in the center of the group. This must be a serious situation if not even a single soul among them is chatting.
Sumazura will do her best to keep hidden and watch what is going on with the tribe.
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Rusty's reboot process completes. Rusty will review the events that just transpired. The once thought of lackey has obviously had assassin training, at the least a very well trained thief, but he moved much quicker and smoother than a common street criminal. The Elf has internal fluids leaking from the inadvertent wound in his chest. Rusty can detect no life signs. Rusty attempts to identify what he was assaulted with that caused his security protocol to activate emergency shut down. The once lackey now worthy adversary parried Rusty's assault and as Rusty was entangled with the Elf, something was inserted into the orifice of his main processing and sensory receptor housing unit. Rusty will determine at a later time what was inserted and possibly removing the orifice to prevent future violations.
Rusty scans the alley way spotting his once target. Rusty gets up and drags the Elf and himself to an alcove in the alley to investigate any possible clues or identification on the Elf. Rusty maintains visual contact on the Orc, Rusty will not underestimate him again. Rusty speaks to the Orc in a low voice.
Orc Biologic, I have no need for further conflict with you. I required information from this biologic and a miscalculations of variables has caused the ceasement of this biological unit. If you wish to continue hostility, I predict a 48.7% chance of your continued respiration and your odds of a victory are considerably lower. You obviously have covert and martial training, but I am trained as well and have much more experience as my lifespan is unfathomable to your average Orc biological span of 66.4 years, reduced to 31.4 years for one that chooses to be an adventurer and lowered still to 22.6 years for one that choses thievery as their vocation.
One of the customizations Rulard made to Rusty was the addition of deception. How this was done is unknown, but this allows Rusty to deviate from his programming of honesty. Rusty still struggles with this deception and his programming, so he attempts to use it only when necessary. Rusty, and in his journey's no one to date, knew how Rusty operated. He was more than a construct, more than a magic spell and no mere Golem. The magic and technology that created Rusty and his Warforged brethren was all but lost with rumors of a wizard or a tinkerer that knew their secret floating around the world. Rusty has attempted to track down some of these rumors and always met with the rumor being just a rumor.
Amygdala speaks primordial to his brethren " I hope you are prepared as I!" Amygdala prays to the Moon Goddess Xuenesh first then to the nature spirits of the Ordun'Ra Then cast in entangled with staff of the Wildwood then strafe as the battle starts, throw caltrops on top of him to further immobilize his movement then move in plant scrap metal around him farther away an attempt to subdue him.
Your entanglement spell is a success and AE'llzolt is rooted where he stands. He immediately sends a lightning bolt towards you, lucky enough you have already begun strifeing and the bolt wizzes past eye level. The crowd is also lucky enough to move out of the way just as it passes striking a tree in the distance. The spell catches you off guard and you think to yourself, how was he able to do such a powerful spell in an instant. Thats when you hear another voice in your head, "Such is the power of my gifts, with a little practice. Now stop where you are and let him hit you with the next one " he says in a promising tone. "Its the only way they will believe you" his voice echoes before fading back to silence.
“Well that’s the life of the seas. One moment the tides in the next she’s out and you claim for yourself whatever washes ashore.”
Marun straightens a little at the prospect of work. “It’s been a fair few days since I felt the waves under my feet and there’s nothing tying me down here, so I guess I’m your man”
As you finish the words “It’s been a fair few days since I felt the waves under my feet and there’s nothing tying me down here, so I guess I’m your man”, almost as though it was perfectly timed, you hear a scream from the back end of the tavern.
Laaz looked at you chuckling and says "Whhhat a lucky start to our new bussines relationship, wwwould you check on that for me?"
You can see he has his hands full as he prepares to clean the stacks of dishes.
Nawien answered with a quit smile: - I am too sweet for them, they afraid of cavities.
She was no less excited than Ben, probably more - after all he was supposed to be used to such escapades.
- Anyway, where we going? - asked she hurrying to catch up with her guard.
"That i don't even know lovely, I do know that we are to meet the customer in a back alley close to third ring wall. Just east of the gate. He is a Highblood Elf from The Floating Isle. His name is Eldaire Silvyn and he's not one to mess with. I also hear that he is very snobbish toward any race that isn't pure blood or moreover pure blood elf. To get to the point, he's a high roller and the boss was more than happy to make this bargain with him. From what I understand Eldaire speaks common tongue but Alexander Barterkus Ennis, or Alex, our boss (he says mockingly), wants you to do the exchange in High Elven. He also mentioned how you knew the language from a previous mentor that had you study all kinds of ancient texts." He says this with an awkward smile and slightly blushes.
"I admire the side of you i havnt seen yet" ( that is your magical origins.)
In this time yall have stopped in the middlr of the streets, not even realizing the deep conversation yall are having. He then continues walking and turns sharply behind a corner of a shop.
- I can also sing a bit and about to become a champion of "Golden Goose" in darts, - laughed Nawien though a bit absentmindedly as surprisingly long speech from Ben sent her thoughts racing. She tried to recall all she knew about The Floating Isle and Bloodelves. She was trembling with excitement now and had to take a deep breath and order herself to calm down - she had to look confident and under no circumstances fail. The idea to ask why such secrecy and what kind of customer operates at night did not even cross her mind.
- But yes, Elvish do speak and always welcome some practice. - She finally noticed they stopped, - Should not we hurry then?
Your memories of The Floating Isles are patchey, halfway due to the fact that the longer yall walk the more the more crowded the streets become. Thus having to concentrate on staying close to Ben. What you do remember is that they were created long before any traceable ancestors even existed. They are floating land masses in the desert area that have been connected to a source of magic unlike any other. They have been like that since before anyone could take records however, through magic and ancient knowledges gained over the centuries scholars have found that a great even occurred. They believe that a massive release of this energy dispersed into the universe, there are only a hand full of times even mentioned where this phenomenon has been said to exist.
The Ancient Elves of what was known as De'El'DelDeichee interacted with with the floating masses over several years, they even colonized some of these "islands". And so its known that these HighBlood desert Elves colonized the Floating Isles. Its been nearly a century sense they abandoned there old City Entirely. The Floating Isles are well known for there magical practices and even have, arguably, the finest magical institute known. They have more advanced technologies and understandings than any other race or colony, however if your not of a pureblood elven lineage then you have to have special clearance to enter the city.
Naiwien turns the corner of the shop to find Ben already stuffing his face and sitting down at a night owls lounge. " Here we are" he says through the muffled sound of chewing his food. After a minute or two he chokes down whats left in his hand and takes a few big gulps of ale? from the smell of it. "He should be here by now, lets give em a few more minutes. That is if you dont mind enjoying a meal together" his food arrives then, Boar Roast covered in a "secret recipe", and dipped in pure honey from a Harvesting Bee.
Food of any kind was the last thing Nawien could think of right now. She was busy trying to look more as an employee (of a sort) than a crazy gaper in a menagerie, waiting for appearance of a rare beast. Finally she gave up and decided to vent a bit with Ben as a literally captivated audience:
- Do you know much about Floating Islands? Well, let me tell you...
From that moment on Ben was eating with accompaniment of every story Nawien could remember about Islands and HighBlood-ers aka "desert tribes who get lucky". Sometimes she was commenting some part of the story on Elvish but Nawien suspected Ben did not listen anyway and she could speak Draconic for all he cared.
An hour passes, Ben has long finished his meal and is now slightly tipsy. Your about to start in on another rant involving tests done on the magic of the Isles when Ben interrupts "Something is wrong, he should be here. The boss made it very clear that the customer came a long distance and only had a short amount of time to execute his agenda." He looks off in the distance deep in thought for a moment then looks at you and says questioningly "Maybe we should go look for him? He could be around somewhere, after all there cant be too many fancy looking high elfs walking about this hour of night. Or do you think we should tell the boss whats going on? We could also wait and just see if anything happends." He seems very conflicted on what to do.
Nawien answered with a quit smile: - I am too sweet for them, they afraid of cavities.
She was no less excited than Ben, probably more - after all he was supposed to be used to such escapades.
- Anyway, where we going? - asked she hurrying to catch up with her guard.
"That i don't even know lovely, I do know that we are to meet the customer in a back alley close to third ring wall. Just east of the gate. He is a Highblood Elf from The Floating Isle. His name is Eldaire Silvyn and he's not one to mess with. I also hear that he is very snobbish toward any race that isn't pure blood or moreover pure blood elf. To get to the point, he's a high roller and the boss was more than happy to make this bargain with him. From what I understand Eldaire speaks common tongue but Alexander Barterkus Ennis, or Alex, our boss (he says mockingly), wants you to do the exchange in High Elven. He also mentioned how you knew the language from a previous mentor that had you study all kinds of ancient texts." He says this with an awkward smile and slightly blushes.
"I admire the side of you i havnt seen yet" ( that is your magical origins.)
In this time yall have stopped in the middlr of the streets, not even realizing the deep conversation yall are having. He then continues walking and turns sharply behind a corner of a shop.
- I can also sing a bit and about to become a champion of "Golden Goose" in darts, - laughed Nawien though a bit absentmindedly as surprisingly long speech from Ben sent her thoughts racing. She tried to recall all she knew about The Floating Isle and Bloodelves. She was trembling with excitement now and had to take a deep breath and order herself to calm down - she had to look confident and under no circumstances fail. The idea to ask why such secrecy and what kind of customer operates at night did not even cross her mind.
- But yes, Elvish do speak and always welcome some practice. - She finally noticed they stopped, - Should not we hurry then?
Your memories of The Floating Isles are patchey, halfway due to the fact that the longer yall walk the more the more crowded the streets become. Thus having to concentrate on staying close to Ben. What you do remember is that they were created long before any traceable ancestors even existed. They are floating land masses in the desert area that have been connected to a source of magic unlike any other. They have been like that since before anyone could take records however, through magic and ancient knowledges gained over the centuries scholars have found that a great even occurred. They believe that a massive release of this energy dispersed into the universe, there are only a hand full of times even mentioned where this phenomenon has been said to exist.
The Ancient Elves of what was known as De'El'DelDeichee interacted with with the floating masses over several years, they even colonized some of these "islands". And so its known that these HighBlood desert Elves colonized the Floating Isles. Its been nearly a century sense they abandoned there old City Entirely. The Floating Isles are well known for there magical practices and even have, arguably, the finest magical institute known. They have more advanced technologies and understandings than any other race or colony, however if your not of a pureblood elven lineage then you have to have special clearance to enter the city.
Naiwien turns the corner of the shop to find Ben already stuffing his face and sitting down at a night owls lounge. " Here we are" he says through the muffled sound of chewing his food. After a minute or two he chokes down whats left in his hand and takes a few big gulps of ale? from the smell of it. "He should be here by now, lets give em a few more minutes. That is if you dont mind enjoying a meal together" his food arrives then, Boar Roast covered in a "secret recipe", and dipped in pure honey from a Harvesting Bee.
Food of any kind was the last thing Nawien could think of right now. She was busy trying to look more as an employee (of a sort) than a crazy gaper in a menagerie, waiting for appearance of a rare beast. Finally she gave up and decided to vent a bit with Ben as a literally captivated audience:
- Do you know much about Floating Islands? Well, let me tell you...
From that moment on Ben was eating with accompaniment of every story Nawien could remember about Islands and HighBlood-ers aka "desert tribes who get lucky". Sometimes she was commenting some part of the story on Elvish but Nawien suspected Ben did not listen anyway and she could speak Draconic for all he cared.
An hour passes, Ben has long finished his meal and is now slightly tipsy. Your about to start in on another rant involving tests done on the magic of the Isles when Ben interrupts "Something is wrong, he should be here. The boss made it very clear that the customer came a long distance and only had a short amount of time to execute his agenda." He looks off in the distance deep in thought for a moment then looks at you and says questioningly "Maybe we should go look for him? He could be around somewhere, after all there cant be too many fancy looking high elfs walking about this hour of night. Or do you think we should tell the boss whats going on? We could also wait and just see if anything happends." He seems very conflicted on what to do.
Nawien was almost out of the stories but that kind of diversion was unexpected. Ben was right - other than divination spell (not an option) or report to the guards about missing person (something was telling Nawien this is even less an option) all they could do is wait (she was sick of it), search or simply go back. Common sense was telling to go back, report and forget about the problem.
- Can we do both? If you have an idea which way he could use - the elf - we can search a bit on the way back.
The night has been eventful for you so far. Youve been drinking, chit chatting, and distracted by the stage show. After the uproar of the performance dies down everyone is back at the usual, your once again just sitting at the bar sipping on a giant mug. Thats when things got really interesting. A dwarven lad riding some sort of mechanical contraption enters the tavern. Hes got all kinds of gadgets and tech surrounding him, it would seem he doesnt even whatch where he walks since his face is delved deep into some kind of hand held device. ( You know a good deal about mech. machinery and automail equipment but you have never seen anything soo complex.)
Also the fact that he is a Dwarf as well, you feel as though your race has been scattered far and wide, save the few major Kingdoms that do still exist.
Dàin tries to get his attention, "Va viag mot drogakknarig (well met boy)" as he passes near my table, thinking that "maybe if he hears some his own language he'll respond"
When he don't get a response, he thumps on the lad's back in a friendly way, and speaks to him in the common tongue "hey, laddie, you seem a little distracted. Come share a table and a tale, I see little enough of our own kind these days. I don't believe that I have ever seen a machine as complex as yours, but enough prying for now, allow me to name myself, Dàin Ironfoot, a wandering former soldier" raising his voice to a passing server "a drink for a thirsty dwarf over here please"
The dwarves "vehicle" goes completely motionless after turning toward you. Its mechanical parts still whirr and whizz occasionally the whole mechanism jerks and jolts briefly. The dwarf in the center stays stationary however, an interesting design for a seat.
"Ayyye!" He proclaims loudly "Pardon me for my rudeness im always walking around doing 5 things at once" he then says in a less thick dwarven accent than usual.
"My name is Larz"
"Ive just finished a long journey from the western foot hills of the Wastelands in search of rare minerals so i can build my newest contraption. Whereabouts is your homeland friend?" He climbs out of his machinery and fiddles with it before sitting down with you. The machine appears to be off completely now, but before it settles it sputters and backfires a little from the exhaust system that angles back behind the harness.
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A grin spread across Marun's face and he cracks his knuckles. He picks up his backpack from the ground beside his stool and puts it on the counter."Here. Look after this for me." He makes his way to war the back of the room with just his battle axe (sheathed) and his mace (in hand). As he walks he picks up a bit of a natural swagger to his gait and his head pivots to be aware of the people around him. He doesn't want to get caught unaware by others who might feel the need to join in the discussion he was about to have. He also felt it best to get a good layout of the room.
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Perception: 22
Insight: 11
As Marun heads toward the back of the inn he notices everyone looking toward the back door. He steps through the door and takes up a position to one side, standing tall and quickly scanning the area. In a loud voice, he says,"Laaz is not too happy about the commotion back here and I kinda agree with him. Anybody got something to say? or do I just start dragging off bodies?" Marun gives a half-smile as he watches and waits for an answer.
Gia takes one long drink from his homebrew that almost seems endless. " If your need to tap out, the door is right there" Gia says motioning his hands at the door. "Im afraid I might get a little out of hand myself, and hurt such a lovely women as yourself. I am half Giant after all" he replies snickering before grasping you tightly to himself, your breasts pushed hard up against him. You also feel the rock hard rod rubbing against you, your legs still tightly wrapped around him. The both of you pause briefly as you hear a high pitched scream from below somewhere.
*OOC*- sorry if your a little dissapointed in the short reply but i need to know what you yourself want to do before i can continue
"You just said the magic words." I say with a wicked smile. Gia's attitude only adds to my mood, making my body even more ready for him. "Take me, just take me and give me everything you have." I complain in my mind, somewhat unable to let it out with audible words. I want him so bad. I feel this heat inside me getting more and more intense, wanting to get out and burn everything.
As his arms tighten around me, my legs tighten even more around his waist. I have moved my arm off my breast, but my nudity is still protected by how Gia is holding me, pressed against his chest. I can feel the warmth of his body through my sensible hardening points and surrounding circles. Pushing myself up a couple inches and then letting myself slide down a bit, I contortion ate myself in a vain attempt to make his body and its most hardened parts rub against this increasing itch I feel in between my thighs. I then force my arm to slide down and try to make my way under Gia's belt. Doing so finally applies pressure where it was most wanted and makes me open my mouth with a gasp. That's when I hear a scream coming from outside the room.
Screams are a universal language, communicating clear messages to any creatures that can hear them. Having bath in a powerful orc culture all of my life, screams are no stranger to me. I know them. I understand and respond to them, but before I can decide how to react to it or even if I care enough about it to make me postpone my own desires, I need to know more. Still, the scream makes me stop for an instant. Helping myself by looking at Gia's reactions, I take a moment to feel the scream, trying to understand it. What can I recognize from it? Is it a female? What is here race? Is she in immediate danger? The answer to those questions will determine my reaction.
Maze
Gia moans in a manly way as his natural instinct attempt to manifest physically and burst out of him, your intense encounter has his blood boiling. The unnerving scream doesnt seem to register in any way from the looks and actions of Gia, instead of focusing on whatever that was he seems to be more interested in what you are doing. He groans as you semi stop in your tracks to the unwelcome distraction.
From the screams you cant tell alot sadly, but you can tell its a scream of alarm, also you think it could be a femals voice but it is very hard to differentiate genders in "that key", reffering to the fairly high pitch of its nature. At this point you are almost completely sober, the effects of the beverage seem to vanish quickly if your heart rate is stimulated a certain way. Gia however is fairly intoxicated (7/10) from his earlier victory drink of conquering your challenges. He slides his hand downward towards your right breast grabing your arm firmly with his other free hand. He delicately tries to pull you back to eye level not even thinkning twice of the happens downstairs.
Cyst has finished his drink long ago, his mouth is dry and he has a very bad hand, not the first of the night.
he simply gives up now, that he is still even , he simply got bored
“nay, this is not my night, I am even and out, you lucky bastards, see you around next time”
he takes back and wears his horned helmet, goes to the bar and orders aN ale, while looking around
((ooc:what does he see in the inn, which persons, what’s going on?))
As your about to look around you hear some music start up. It has a suductive beat too it and when you turn your attention towards the music you notice her. There on the stage stands a massive women, atleast 7"4. Her looks are just as impressive as her size oddly enough. Her hair is dark brown and flows down to her ass, which you must say is very nice as far as the subject goes. Her eyes a dark brown, her skin, interestingly enough, is dark green but a shade of green that seduces the senses. Oddly enough you have the thought that if you licked her it would satisfy what ever craving it was that made you think the idea in the first place. Altogether she is as beautiful as an Amazon but in a completely different way. She wears next to nothing, the usual barbarians garb, except all of the fabric is made of high quality and compliments her natural beauty. As the music starts and her body sways to the beats you cant help but to watch. Your too distracted right now to notice who is around or what else is happeneing, like mostly everyone.
Cyst
Shortly after your trance ends, the crowd dies down, and you have chated with the few other humans in the tavern you get bored. After perhaps one too many booze than you probley should have had, the thought of bare fist fighting crosses your mind, maybe some wagering all in good fun ofcourse. Or maybe something else perks your attention?
As you ponder what to do next you hear a scream from the back end of the tavern where the Orc and other beast headed towards. "That a boy" you think to yourself in a drunken state.
The dwarves "vehicle" goes completely motionless after turning toward you. Its mechanical parts still whirr and whizz occasionally the whole mechanism jerks and jolts briefly. The dwarf in the center stays stationary however, an interesting design for a seat.
"Ayyye!" He proclaims loudly "Pardon me for my rudeness im always walking around doing 5 things at once" he then says in a less thick dwarven accent than usual.
"My name is Larz"
"Ive just finished a long journey from the western foot hills of the Wastelands in search of rare minerals so i can build my newest contraption. Whereabouts is your homeland friend?" He climbs out of his machinery and fiddles with it before sitting down with you. The machine appears to be off completely now, but before it settles it sputters and backfires a little from the exhaust system that angles back behind the harness.
"Ah, bear it no mind laddie, I could tell you were ensconsed in that device. Doing five things at once? You must be more intelligent than a basic dwarf like me.
I come from Ironstar, which is in the Ironfoot Mountains to the north of here. The Ironfoot Mountains are a hard place to live, if you are on the outside, but our city of Ironstar is a wonderous sight, dug into the foot of the Ironstar as my clan has grown and mined them. My people are a hardy people, definitely more hardy than simple Hill Dwarves, we had to work for our survival. The ale is dark, the food is hot, and the company used to be pleasant until ...... never mind about my troubles."I trail off and mutter under my breath"Jorrol will die slowly"
"I tell you what lad, you missed a good show, best I've seen here since I arrived two days ago, or maybe you'd have been more interested in your trinkets maybe hahah? What kind of minerals are you looking for? Was it a long journey? Maybe you could find them up in the Ironfoot Mountains?"
"Where are you from lad? Your accent seems strange to me, you're not half-caste are you?" I lower my voice at this last question, and look carefully at him, trying to distinguish any marks or features. Perception - 15
If the server returns, I hand the ale to the other dwarf.
"So, your contraption, it requires some maintenance maybe? I've not seen the likes of it before, must have taken you some time to build it."
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Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Previous conversation with another player in private chat.
Ok so i can answer as many details as you want of the rp as long as it doesnt give away key factors like Ring City itself is in the middle of a massive forrest on almost all sides, only a blimp on the map even with how massive the city is itself, its almost the size of a whole kingdom but a massive circular shaped defence instead. However, you are a dwarf and ring city was founded by humans long ago, dwarfs are some what common in or around ring city but mostly they come from Mountains or foot hills or deep under ground or something thats probley like Eberron which im not firmiliar with, not firmiliar with alot of official DND stuff honestly, but none the less, i think you should make a blend or mix or even an exact copy of Eberron where you might originate from. In concept this rp has everything laid out except massive voids of "in-between" detail that can also become apart of the history of the actual campaign. so say 3 years from now im still doing this, these characters at that point will more than likely become some sort of legends that will be incorperated in future campaigns alot with some of there tales, details, dialogues and all sorts of what notness XD if i hit that spot on, also if you dont mind i would like to post part of this conversation in the campaing and other post to help some other questions that might be on other players minds.
TO ANY PLAYER thats bored and wants to read something.
Nawien answered with a quit smile: - I am too sweet for them, they afraid of cavities.
She was no less excited than Ben, probably more - after all he was supposed to be used to such escapades.
- Anyway, where we going? - asked she hurrying to catch up with her guard.
"That i don't even know lovely, I do know that we are to meet the customer in a back alley close to third ring wall. Just east of the gate. He is a Highblood Elf from The Floating Isle. His name is Eldaire Silvyn and he's not one to mess with. I also hear that he is very snobbish toward any race that isn't pure blood or moreover pure blood elf. To get to the point, he's a high roller and the boss was more than happy to make this bargain with him. From what I understand Eldaire speaks common tongue but Alexander Barterkus Ennis, or Alex, our boss (he says mockingly), wants you to do the exchange in High Elven. He also mentioned how you knew the language from a previous mentor that had you study all kinds of ancient texts." He says this with an awkward smile and slightly blushes.
"I admire the side of you i havnt seen yet" ( that is your magical origins.)
In this time yall have stopped in the middlr of the streets, not even realizing the deep conversation yall are having. He then continues walking and turns sharply behind a corner of a shop.
- I can also sing a bit and about to become a champion of "Golden Goose" in darts, - laughed Nawien though a bit absentmindedly as surprisingly long speech from Ben sent her thoughts racing. She tried to recall all she knew about The Floating Isle and Bloodelves. She was trembling with excitement now and had to take a deep breath and order herself to calm down - she had to look confident and under no circumstances fail. The idea to ask why such secrecy and what kind of customer operates at night did not even cross her mind.
- But yes, Elvish do speak and always welcome some practice. - She finally noticed they stopped, - Should not we hurry then?
Your memories of The Floating Isles are patchey, halfway due to the fact that the longer yall walk the more the more crowded the streets become. Thus having to concentrate on staying close to Ben. What you do remember is that they were created long before any traceable ancestors even existed. They are floating land masses in the desert area that have been connected to a source of magic unlike any other. They have been like that since before anyone could take records however, through magic and ancient knowledges gained over the centuries scholars have found that a great even occurred. They believe that a massive release of this energy dispersed into the universe, there are only a hand full of times even mentioned where this phenomenon has been said to exist.
The Ancient Elves of what was known as De'El'DelDeichee interacted with with the floating masses over several years, they even colonized some of these "islands". And so its known that these HighBlood desert Elves colonized the Floating Isles. Its been nearly a century sense they abandoned there old City Entirely. The Floating Isles are well known for there magical practices and even have, arguably, the finest magical institute known. They have more advanced technologies and understandings than any other race or colony, however if your not of a pureblood elven lineage then you have to have special clearance to enter the city.
Naiwien turns the corner of the shop to find Ben already stuffing his face and sitting down at a night owls lounge. " Here we are" he says through the muffled sound of chewing his food. After a minute or two he chokes down whats left in his hand and takes a few big gulps of ale? from the smell of it. "He should be here by now, lets give em a few more minutes. That is if you dont mind enjoying a meal together" his food arrives then, Boar Roast covered in a "secret recipe", and dipped in pure honey from a Harvesting Bee.
Food of any kind was the last thing Nawien could think of right now. She was busy trying to look more as an employee (of a sort) than a crazy gaper in a menagerie, waiting for appearance of a rare beast. Finally she gave up and decided to vent a bit with Ben as a literally captivated audience:
- Do you know much about Floating Islands? Well, let me tell you...
From that moment on Ben was eating with accompaniment of every story Nawien could remember about Islands and HighBlood-ers aka "desert tribes who get lucky". Sometimes she was commenting some part of the story on Elvish but Nawien suspected Ben did not listen anyway and she could speak Draconic for all he cared.
An hour passes, Ben has long finished his meal and is now slightly tipsy. Your about to start in on another rant involving tests done on the magic of the Isles when Ben interrupts "Something is wrong, he should be here. The boss made it very clear that the customer came a long distance and only had a short amount of time to execute his agenda." He looks off in the distance deep in thought for a moment then looks at you and says questioningly "Maybe we should go look for him? He could be around somewhere, after all there cant be too many fancy looking high elfs walking about this hour of night. Or do you think we should tell the boss whats going on? We could also wait and just see if anything happends." He seems very conflicted on what to do.
Nawien was almost out of the stories but that kind of diversion was unexpected. Ben was right - other than divination spell (not an option) or report to the guards about missing person (something was telling Nawien this is even less an option) all they could do is wait (she was sick of it), search or simply go back. Common sense was telling to go back, report and forget about the problem.
- Can we do both? If you have an idea which way he could use - the elf - we can search a bit on the way.
Nawien looks towards the thought of Divination again before asking Ben about searching, you have magical background and teachings after all maybe a shot at it before you head out? *If so roll d12 and 2 d4
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
The roll: d12: 8 2d4:3
The idea to use magic to search for lost elf was interesting. Nawien knew theory, would it work on practice? They did have time... She closed her eyes, concentrating on "here and now"absorbing sounds, smells and the atmosphere around, slowly extending the feeling in both way.
The idea to use magic to search for lost elf was interesting. Nawien knew theory, would it work on practice? They did have time... She closed her eyes, concentrating on "here and now"absorbing sounds, smells and the atmosphere around, slowly extending the feeling in both way.
A grin spread across Marun's face and he cracks his knuckles. He picks up his backpack from the ground beside his stool and puts it on the counter."Here. Look after this for me." He makes his way to war the back of the room with just his battle axe (sheathed) and his mace (in hand). As he walks he picks up a bit of a natural swagger to his gait and his head pivots to be aware of the people around him. He doesn't want to get caught unaware by others who might feel the need to join in the discussion he was about to have. He also felt it best to get a good layout of the room.
I have included rolls for things you may need. feel free to ignore the ones that aren't relevant.
Perception: 9
Insight: 9
As Marun heads toward the back of the inn he notices everyone looking toward the back door. He steps through the door and takes up a position to one side, standing tall and quickly scanning the area. In a loud voice, he says,"Laaz is not too happy about the commotion back here and I kinda agree with him. Anybody got something to say? or do I just start dragging off bodies?" Marun gives a half-smile as he watches and waits for an answer.
Intimidation: 12
Laaz stashes your backpack behind the bar with a nod before continuing to clean up some.
Just as you are about to reach for the back door you shout louder than everyone, yet at the same time as smooth as you would normally speak, "Laaz is not too happy about the commotion back here!! Then you continue in a ferocious turn of tone " I kinda agree with him, anybody got something to say?!" you challenge outraged before saying " Or do I just gotta start dragging off bodies?" You pause breifly waiting for an answer before continuing out to the alley. As you are still reaching for the door, you notice the bard to your right huddled on the stair case in a pathetic ball, You think to your self " so this is the source of the yelling" before continuing outside, mace ready, and vigilant.
*OOC* italics is gliched so ima do the rest italicized XD XD XD XD also ill do more on this post in just a little while.) ) ) )) )
Amygdala speaks primordial to his brethren " I hope you are prepared as I!" Amygdala prays to the Moon Goddess Xuenesh first then to the nature spirits of the Ordun'Ra Then cast in entangled with staff of the Wildwood then strafe as the battle starts, throw caltrops on top of him to further immobilize his movement then move in plant scrap metal around him farther away an attempt to subdue him.
Your entanglement spell is a success and AE'llzolt is rooted where he stands. He immediately sends a lightning bolt towards you, lucky enough you have already begun strifeing and the bolt wizzes past eye level. The crowd is also lucky enough to move out of the way just as it passes striking a tree in the distance. The spell catches you off guard and you think to yourself, how was he able to do such a powerful spell in an instant. Thats when you hear another voice in your head, "Such is the power of my gifts, with a little practice. Now stop where you are and let him hit you with the next one " he says in a promising tone. "Its the only way they will believe you" his voice echoes before fading back to silence.
Amygdala speaks to his brethren " I can not slay him! He shouts .he drops his weapons and prays for his fellow elf ,if my death brings you peace return me to the earth! You may brand me a coward but I die happily knowing my place A HARBINGER SO STRIKE ME DOWN SO WE ALL KNOW PEACE ! I call away entanglement.
The idea to use magic to search for lost elf was interesting. Nawien knew theory, would it work on practice? They did have time... She closed her eyes, concentrating on "here and now"absorbing sounds, smells and the atmosphere around, slowly extending the feeling in both way.
You begin with blocking out all other surroundings and happenings like your mentor taught you to do before any kind of magic or such not of this sort. As this is your first time practicing any "legit" magic you accidentally tap into an abstract magic, one not usually studied or practiced. As the world fades to black and every sense except sight vanishes. This plane of existance is very odd, you can feel an "invisible" physical connection to your body, almost like a radar of some kind. You see a very long, slender male with long pointy ears laying on the cobblestone in a puddle of crimson. A blurred out figure drags the male toward a corner of the alley in what seems like really slow motion.
The *connection" seems too blurr itself and flicker, your now inches away from the elfs right hand in which is dragging the ground where you see a oddly shiney gold ring with an emblem. The emblem has a star cadi cornered, with an upside down crown on the top point.
You break from the trance, Ben holds your hands with an alarmed look " Thank god! I didnt know what to think, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you seized out for a second before i grabbed your hands. Since then you have just been stationary not moving even the smallest amount" he says over enthused.
You dont reply but instead go over what just happened in your head now that your senses have come to and the world doesnt constantly feel like its drifting away. You stand up and begin going towards the lingering " string" that you felt moments before.
Ben follows immediately yelling "WAIT! HOLD ON! WHATS GOING ON?!?" Instead of stopping however you speed up. (You dont want to lose the thread)
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Sumazura will do her best to keep hidden and watch what is going on with the tribe.
Rusty's reboot process completes. Rusty will review the events that just transpired. The once thought of lackey has obviously had assassin training, at the least a very well trained thief, but he moved much quicker and smoother than a common street criminal. The Elf has internal fluids leaking from the inadvertent wound in his chest. Rusty can detect no life signs. Rusty attempts to identify what he was assaulted with that caused his security protocol to activate emergency shut down. The once lackey now worthy adversary parried Rusty's assault and as Rusty was entangled with the Elf, something was inserted into the orifice of his main processing and sensory receptor housing unit. Rusty will determine at a later time what was inserted and possibly removing the orifice to prevent future violations.
Rusty scans the alley way spotting his once target. Rusty gets up and drags the Elf and himself to an alcove in the alley to investigate any possible clues or identification on the Elf. Rusty maintains visual contact on the Orc, Rusty will not underestimate him again. Rusty speaks to the Orc in a low voice.
Orc Biologic, I have no need for further conflict with you. I required information from this biologic and a miscalculations of variables has caused the ceasement of this biological unit. If you wish to continue hostility, I predict a 48.7% chance of your continued respiration and your odds of a victory are considerably lower. You obviously have covert and martial training, but I am trained as well and have much more experience as my lifespan is unfathomable to your average Orc biological span of 66.4 years, reduced to 31.4 years for one that chooses to be an adventurer and lowered still to 22.6 years for one that choses thievery as their vocation.
Deception 20
One of the customizations Rulard made to Rusty was the addition of deception. How this was done is unknown, but this allows Rusty to deviate from his programming of honesty. Rusty still struggles with this deception and his programming, so he attempts to use it only when necessary. Rusty, and in his journey's no one to date, knew how Rusty operated. He was more than a construct, more than a magic spell and no mere Golem. The magic and technology that created Rusty and his Warforged brethren was all but lost with rumors of a wizard or a tinkerer that knew their secret floating around the world. Rusty has attempted to track down some of these rumors and always met with the rumor being just a rumor.
Pori Gathar - Level 1 Tiefling Life Cleric - GamoRust's Baldur's Gate Descent to Avernus
Rusty - Level 4 Warforged Rogue - Virst's Clifftop Adventurer's Guild/Fiendfall Scouting
Your entanglement spell is a success and AE'llzolt is rooted where he stands. He immediately sends a lightning bolt towards you, lucky enough you have already begun strifeing and the bolt wizzes past eye level. The crowd is also lucky enough to move out of the way just as it passes striking a tree in the distance. The spell catches you off guard and you think to yourself, how was he able to do such a powerful spell in an instant. Thats when you hear another voice in your head, "Such is the power of my gifts, with a little practice. Now stop where you are and let him hit you with the next one " he says in a promising tone. "Its the only way they will believe you" his voice echoes before fading back to silence.
TheWise
As you finish the words “It’s been a fair few days since I felt the waves under my feet and there’s nothing tying me down here, so I guess I’m your man”, almost as though it was perfectly timed, you hear a scream from the back end of the tavern.
Laaz looked at you chuckling and says "Whhhat a lucky start to our new bussines relationship, wwwould you check on that for me?"
You can see he has his hands full as he prepares to clean the stacks of dishes.
TheWise
An hour passes, Ben has long finished his meal and is now slightly tipsy. Your about to start in on another rant involving tests done on the magic of the Isles when Ben interrupts "Something is wrong, he should be here. The boss made it very clear that the customer came a long distance and only had a short amount of time to execute his agenda." He looks off in the distance deep in thought for a moment then looks at you and says questioningly "Maybe we should go look for him? He could be around somewhere, after all there cant be too many fancy looking high elfs walking about this hour of night. Or do you think we should tell the boss whats going on? We could also wait and just see if anything happends." He seems very conflicted on what to do.
TheWise
Nawien was almost out of the stories but that kind of diversion was unexpected. Ben was right - other than divination spell (not an option) or report to the guards about missing person (something was telling Nawien this is even less an option) all they could do is wait (she was sick of it), search or simply go back. Common sense was telling to go back, report and forget about the problem.
- Can we do both? If you have an idea which way he could use - the elf - we can search a bit on the way back.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
The dwarves "vehicle" goes completely motionless after turning toward you. Its mechanical parts still whirr and whizz occasionally the whole mechanism jerks and jolts briefly. The dwarf in the center stays stationary however, an interesting design for a seat.
"Ayyye!" He proclaims loudly "Pardon me for my rudeness im always walking around doing 5 things at once" he then says in a less thick dwarven accent than usual.
"My name is Larz"
"Ive just finished a long journey from the western foot hills of the Wastelands in search of rare minerals so i can build my newest contraption. Whereabouts is your homeland friend?" He climbs out of his machinery and fiddles with it before sitting down with you. The machine appears to be off completely now, but before it settles it sputters and backfires a little from the exhaust system that angles back behind the harness.
TheWise
A grin spread across Marun's face and he cracks his knuckles. He picks up his backpack from the ground beside his stool and puts it on the counter. "Here. Look after this for me." He makes his way to war the back of the room with just his battle axe (sheathed) and his mace (in hand). As he walks he picks up a bit of a natural swagger to his gait and his head pivots to be aware of the people around him. He doesn't want to get caught unaware by others who might feel the need to join in the discussion he was about to have. He also felt it best to get a good layout of the room.
I have included rolls for things you may need. feel free to ignore the ones that aren't relevant.
Perception: 22
Insight: 11
As Marun heads toward the back of the inn he notices everyone looking toward the back door. He steps through the door and takes up a position to one side, standing tall and quickly scanning the area. In a loud voice, he says, "Laaz is not too happy about the commotion back here and I kinda agree with him. Anybody got something to say? or do I just start dragging off bodies?" Marun gives a half-smile as he watches and waits for an answer.
Intimidation: 13
"You just said the magic words." I say with a wicked smile. Gia's attitude only adds to my mood, making my body even more ready for him. "Take me, just take me and give me everything you have." I complain in my mind, somewhat unable to let it out with audible words. I want him so bad. I feel this heat inside me getting more and more intense, wanting to get out and burn everything.
As his arms tighten around me, my legs tighten even more around his waist. I have moved my arm off my breast, but my nudity is still protected by how Gia is holding me, pressed against his chest. I can feel the warmth of his body through my sensible hardening points and surrounding circles. Pushing myself up a couple inches and then letting myself slide down a bit, I contortion ate myself in a vain attempt to make his body and its most hardened parts rub against this increasing itch I feel in between my thighs. I then force my arm to slide down and try to make my way under Gia's belt. Doing so finally applies pressure where it was most wanted and makes me open my mouth with a gasp. That's when I hear a scream coming from outside the room.
Screams are a universal language, communicating clear messages to any creatures that can hear them. Having bath in a powerful orc culture all of my life, screams are no stranger to me. I know them. I understand and respond to them, but before I can decide how to react to it or even if I care enough about it to make me postpone my own desires, I need to know more. Still, the scream makes me stop for an instant. Helping myself by looking at Gia's reactions, I take a moment to feel the scream, trying to understand it. What can I recognize from it? Is it a female? What is here race? Is she in immediate danger? The answer to those questions will determine my reaction.
Maze
Gia moans in a manly way as his natural instinct attempt to manifest physically and burst out of him, your intense encounter has his blood boiling. The unnerving scream doesnt seem to register in any way from the looks and actions of Gia, instead of focusing on whatever that was he seems to be more interested in what you are doing. He groans as you semi stop in your tracks to the unwelcome distraction.
From the screams you cant tell alot sadly, but you can tell its a scream of alarm, also you think it could be a femals voice but it is very hard to differentiate genders in "that key", reffering to the fairly high pitch of its nature. At this point you are almost completely sober, the effects of the beverage seem to vanish quickly if your heart rate is stimulated a certain way. Gia however is fairly intoxicated (7/10) from his earlier victory drink of conquering your challenges. He slides his hand downward towards your right breast grabing your arm firmly with his other free hand. He delicately tries to pull you back to eye level not even thinkning twice of the happens downstairs.
TheWise
Cyst
Shortly after your trance ends, the crowd dies down, and you have chated with the few other humans in the tavern you get bored. After perhaps one too many booze than you probley should have had, the thought of bare fist fighting crosses your mind, maybe some wagering all in good fun ofcourse. Or maybe something else perks your attention?
As you ponder what to do next you hear a scream from the back end of the tavern where the Orc and other beast headed towards. "That a boy" you think to yourself in a drunken state.
TheWise
"Ah, bear it no mind laddie, I could tell you were ensconsed in that device. Doing five things at once? You must be more intelligent than a basic dwarf like me.
I come from Ironstar, which is in the Ironfoot Mountains to the north of here. The Ironfoot Mountains are a hard place to live, if you are on the outside, but our city of Ironstar is a wonderous sight, dug into the foot of the Ironstar as my clan has grown and mined them. My people are a hardy people, definitely more hardy than simple Hill Dwarves, we had to work for our survival. The ale is dark, the food is hot, and the company used to be pleasant until ...... never mind about my troubles." I trail off and mutter under my breath"Jorrol will die slowly"
"I tell you what lad, you missed a good show, best I've seen here since I arrived two days ago, or maybe you'd have been more interested in your trinkets maybe hahah? What kind of minerals are you looking for? Was it a long journey? Maybe you could find them up in the Ironfoot Mountains?"
"Where are you from lad? Your accent seems strange to me, you're not half-caste are you?" I lower my voice at this last question, and look carefully at him, trying to distinguish any marks or features. Perception - 15
If the server returns, I hand the ale to the other dwarf.
"So, your contraption, it requires some maintenance maybe? I've not seen the likes of it before, must have taken you some time to build it."
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
*OOC*
Previous conversation with another player in private chat.
Ok so i can answer as many details as you want of the rp as long as it doesnt give away key factors like Ring City itself is in the middle of a massive forrest on almost all sides, only a blimp on the map even with how massive the city is itself, its almost the size of a whole kingdom but a massive circular shaped defence instead. However, you are a dwarf and ring city was founded by humans long ago, dwarfs are some what common in or around ring city but mostly they come from Mountains or foot hills or deep under ground or something thats probley like Eberron which im not firmiliar with, not firmiliar with alot of official DND stuff honestly, but none the less, i think you should make a blend or mix or even an exact copy of Eberron where you might originate from. In concept this rp has everything laid out except massive voids of "in-between" detail that can also become apart of the history of the actual campaign. so say 3 years from now im still doing this, these characters at that point will more than likely become some sort of legends that will be incorperated in future campaigns alot with some of there tales, details, dialogues and all sorts of what notness XD if i hit that spot on, also if you dont mind i would like to post part of this conversation in the campaing and other post to help some other questions that might be on other players minds.
TO ANY PLAYER thats bored and wants to read something.
TheWise
Nawien looks towards the thought of Divination again before asking Ben about searching, you have magical background and teachings after all maybe a shot at it before you head out? *If so roll d12 and 2 d4
TheWise
The roll: d12: 8 2d4:3
The idea to use magic to search for lost elf was interesting. Nawien knew theory, would it work on practice? They did have time... She closed her eyes, concentrating on "here and now"absorbing sounds, smells and the atmosphere around, slowly extending the feeling in both way.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Supposed to be two seperate d4's
TheWise
Silly me. Correction: One - 1 , two - 4
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
* all is good i just wanted to clarify so i can refer to the system *
TheWise
Laaz stashes your backpack behind the bar with a nod before continuing to clean up some.
Just as you are about to reach for the back door you shout louder than everyone, yet at the same time as smooth as you would normally speak, "Laaz is not too happy about the commotion back here!! Then you continue in a ferocious turn of tone " I kinda agree with him, anybody got something to say?!" you challenge outraged before saying " Or do I just gotta start dragging off bodies?" You pause breifly waiting for an answer before continuing out to the alley. As you are still reaching for the door, you notice the bard to your right huddled on the stair case in a pathetic ball, You think to your self " so this is the source of the yelling" before continuing outside, mace ready, and vigilant.
*OOC* italics is gliched so ima do the rest italicized XD XD XD XD also ill do more on this post in just a little while.) ) ) )) )
TheWise
Amygdala speaks to his brethren " I can not slay him! He shouts .he drops his weapons and prays for his fellow elf ,if my death brings you peace return me to the earth! You may brand me a coward but I die happily knowing my place A HARBINGER SO STRIKE ME DOWN SO WE ALL KNOW PEACE ! I call away entanglement.
You begin with blocking out all other surroundings and happenings like your mentor taught you to do before any kind of magic or such not of this sort. As this is your first time practicing any "legit" magic you accidentally tap into an abstract magic, one not usually studied or practiced. As the world fades to black and every sense except sight vanishes. This plane of existance is very odd, you can feel an "invisible" physical connection to your body, almost like a radar of some kind. You see a very long, slender male with long pointy ears laying on the cobblestone in a puddle of crimson. A blurred out figure drags the male toward a corner of the alley in what seems like really slow motion.
The *connection" seems too blurr itself and flicker, your now inches away from the elfs right hand in which is dragging the ground where you see a oddly shiney gold ring with an emblem. The emblem has a star cadi cornered, with an upside down crown on the top point.
You break from the trance, Ben holds your hands with an alarmed look " Thank god! I didnt know what to think, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you seized out for a second before i grabbed your hands. Since then you have just been stationary not moving even the smallest amount" he says over enthused.
You dont reply but instead go over what just happened in your head now that your senses have come to and the world doesnt constantly feel like its drifting away. You stand up and begin going towards the lingering " string" that you felt moments before.
Ben follows immediately yelling "WAIT! HOLD ON! WHATS GOING ON?!?" Instead of stopping however you speed up. (You dont want to lose the thread)
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