The cold mountain winds tug at Perzy'S cloak as he rides for home. Triumphant in his final rest as a Ranger of the Saurash tribe of the Ice Spire Hobgoblin host. Single handedly engaging a young dragon and taking from it piece of its body as trophy. A quest that very nearly killed him, but his skill as a hunter Carried him through. He took a section of the red dragon's left horn and made it out with his skin intact. That dragon is going to be very angry once it escapes the trap Perzy'S caught him in.
As he neared his home in the village of Saurash'stra , the smell of death and smoke stung his nostrils. He notices the snow is disrupted by the tracks of hundreds of orcs. Bits of leather and feathers from their gear dropped here and there. The tracks and smoke all lead to his home. He kicks his horse into a run towards the disaster, hoping with all hope his people were victorious. The feeling in his gut told him otherwise and his eyes confirmed that tragedy ruled the day.
He leaps from his horse and runs to see the extent of the disaster. It was total. All the huts were burnt or burning and there was no movement to be seen. Just piles of dead hobgoblin warriors, women and children with some orcs and goblins mixed in. He sat himself down in the snow to let the shock and horror sink in and recover his senses before the begins the task of searching for survivors and for clues. The fires of revenge burning in his belly.
Perzy'S begins the long and sad task of sifting through the rubble he once called home. Trying to make sense of the total slaughter. They have for many years fought skirmishes with he orcs, always warrior on warrior. They never stooped to attacking each others villages, until now. " Malar grant me the strength, the cunning and the tracking to heap revenge upon these blasphemous, honorless orcs!" He cries aloud as he closes the eyes of a murdered child.
There are so many intertwined bodies it is hard to tell if anyone escaped or if the orcs took prisoners. He will look for clues in the rubble.
Having seen the smoke, a small, grey skinned Deep Gnome comes running into town. He is quite small, even for a gnome and dressed in a strange tunic and a with a yellow Amulet around his neck. He looks around, disgusted by such carnage. He notices Perzy'S and walks over to him.
"Hello. Are you ok. Are you injured? What happened here?"
A little startled that he was so deep in thought and searching that he didnt notice the little approach, he caught himself reaching for the bow. Seeing it was one of those deep gnomes, folks whom rarely gave his people any trouble. " Welcome friend and witness the honor of orcs...I wasn't here protect my village and now everyone is gone. " He says in sadness and rage, " I am just searching for clues that can identify the particular honorless filth orc band responsible, so that my people may be avenged. I will declare total war on them and wipe them from Faerun!"
He keeps searching the bodies. Looking for friends and cutting the throats of any orc he finds...to be sure it truly is dead. He will also scavenge any coins or weapons that looks of value
Noa had traveled for a few days before reaching his destination. He was traveling to Neverwinter when he heard of a rumor of an orc warband raising a "WAAAGH!!" with some villages bound to be smack in the middle of their warpath. He immediately postponed his trip and made haste for this village and arrived but not into open arms. Well, there were arms but they weren't all attached to a body.
"This is bad... This is very bad." Noa shook his head as he searched the village for survivors.
He walks up to you and reaches a hand out, but stops just before it touches you.
"I'm very sorry friend. I cannot imagine what you are feeling right now. Is there anything I can do for you?"
As he says this, He tries to discreetly clean up some of the bodies with Prestidigitation.
Sleight of Hand: 8
Perzy'S looks around and sees another guest and is resigned to have company. Must be the Gods will. " I thank for your condolence and offer of aid. I could use some help searching for breathers and anything that might identify the orc band"
Suddenly, he sees movement under some bodies of his kinsmen
"What's this!"
He pulls the bodies off the creature with his knife at the ready surprised to find something living, breathing and moving in this field of death. He wonders to himself, whomthe heck is this?
" My name is Perzy'S or Perseus in the common tongue. I am ashamed I will not be able to show proper hospitality for guests, but I welcome you to my home. Tomorrow at first light I will start on the journey to find this devil's spawn orc band. I hope to find clues here, but failing that I have an acquaintance in the lower forest that may be able to direct my vengeance. "
He shows everyone how to lay the hobgoblin bodies, and what he does to the orcs so they will be scarred in the afterlife.
Noa starts to investigate the bodies for anything of note. Anything he could find to find out which tribe or where the orcs came and went is what he was looking for and left any trinkets or possessions alone.
"I am Tryggvi Stormbringer. You can call me Trygg." He takes a moment to shake hands.
"Once the bodies are dealt with, I have something that may help you with your search." *DM I would like to ritual cast Detect Magic once we are done. I want to see if there were/are any magics used to kill everyone. And if there is, I would like to try and track them.*
While Noa is struggling with a particularly heavy set orc corpse, he notices a small medicine bag style pouch tied inside its boot along with an obsidian dagger with handle made from a human-looking jawbone. Within the bag he finds, some creatures teeth, an old rotted finger and a hand craft talisman of some sort, part of the symbol is broken away so it cant be positively identified
Anyone who takes a closer look at the Talisman can roll a history or religion check and see if some memory gets sparked.
For Trygg: go ahead and describe your ritual process a bit. You guys will be setting up a camp near the village so there will be plenty of time for a good ritual.
You detect subtle residue of magics used by both sides. The essences are intermingle and hard to separate as they come from similar sources. You can tell the religious magic from the warlock and the wizards, but not from which side is which. The religious magic is the hardest because the source seems like it might be from the same God.
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"Hmm... This might be useful." Noa said as he eyed the orc corpse. With an uncomfortable sigh and a whisper telling the orcish corpse that he needed the dagger and the talisman before taking it but not before wishing the dead raider peace in the other life. He examined his findings as he walked around and found a gnome and a living hobgoblin nearby.
History Check...
13
"Greetings. I don't suppose you know who this is from do you?"
"Anyone out there..." A small voice can be heard coming from under what remains of the chief's home. It is followed by some coughing. "If anyone can hear me, I am trapped..."
Noa's attention was suddenly caught by a faint noise. From underneath the rubble, he could make out that there was someone inside. It didn't take him too long as he sprang into action and started digging away at whatever he could.
"Hang on there! Just stay calm and you better have something to drink!" He called out to the voice underneath. "You kinda owe me that you know."
The cold mountain winds tug at Perzy'S cloak as he rides for home. Triumphant in his final rest as a Ranger of the Saurash tribe of the Ice Spire Hobgoblin host. Single handedly engaging a young dragon and taking from it piece of its body as trophy. A quest that very nearly killed him, but his skill as a hunter Carried him through. He took a section of the red dragon's left horn and made it out with his skin intact. That dragon is going to be very angry once it escapes the trap Perzy'S caught him in.
As he neared his home in the village of Saurash'stra , the smell of death and smoke stung his nostrils. He notices the snow is disrupted by the tracks of hundreds of orcs. Bits of leather and feathers from their gear dropped here and there. The tracks and smoke all lead to his home. He kicks his horse into a run towards the disaster, hoping with all hope his people were victorious. The feeling in his gut told him otherwise and his eyes confirmed that tragedy ruled the day.
He leaps from his horse and runs to see the extent of the disaster. It was total. All the huts were burnt or burning and there was no movement to be seen. Just piles of dead hobgoblin warriors, women and children with some orcs and goblins mixed in. He sat himself down in the snow to let the shock and horror sink in and recover his senses before the begins the task of searching for survivors and for clues. The fires of revenge burning in his belly.
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Perzy'S begins the long and sad task of sifting through the rubble he once called home. Trying to make sense of the total slaughter. They have for many years fought skirmishes with he orcs, always warrior on warrior. They never stooped to attacking each others villages, until now. " Malar grant me the strength, the cunning and the tracking to heap revenge upon these blasphemous, honorless orcs!" He cries aloud as he closes the eyes of a murdered child.
There are so many intertwined bodies it is hard to tell if anyone escaped or if the orcs took prisoners. He will look for clues in the rubble.
Investigation: 8
"He-Hello? Is anyone there?"
Having seen the smoke, a small, grey skinned Deep Gnome comes running into town. He is quite small, even for a gnome and dressed in a strange tunic and a with a yellow Amulet around his neck. He looks around, disgusted by such carnage. He notices Perzy'S and walks over to him.
"Hello. Are you ok. Are you injured? What happened here?"
A little startled that he was so deep in thought and searching that he didnt notice the little approach, he caught himself reaching for the bow. Seeing it was one of those deep gnomes, folks whom rarely gave his people any trouble. " Welcome friend and witness the honor of orcs...I wasn't here protect my village and now everyone is gone. " He says in sadness and rage, " I am just searching for clues that can identify the particular honorless filth orc band responsible, so that my people may be avenged. I will declare total war on them and wipe them from Faerun!"
He keeps searching the bodies. Looking for friends and cutting the throats of any orc he finds...to be sure it truly is dead. He will also scavenge any coins or weapons that looks of value
Perception: 13
He walks up to you and reaches a hand out, but stops just before it touches you.
"I'm very sorry friend. I cannot imagine what you are feeling right now. Is there anything I can do for you?"
As he says this, He tries to discreetly clean up some of the bodies with Prestidigitation.
Sleight of Hand: 8
Noa had traveled for a few days before reaching his destination. He was traveling to Neverwinter when he heard of a rumor of an orc warband raising a "WAAAGH!!" with some villages bound to be smack in the middle of their warpath. He immediately postponed his trip and made haste for this village and arrived but not into open arms. Well, there were arms but they weren't all attached to a body.
"This is bad... This is very bad." Noa shook his head as he searched the village for survivors.
You hear a cough and see movement coming from under the body of a dead hobgoblin.
Deception: 16
Perzy'S looks around and sees another guest and is resigned to have company. Must be the Gods will. " I thank for your condolence and offer of aid. I could use some help searching for breathers and anything that might identify the orc band"
Suddenly, he sees movement under some bodies of his kinsmen
"What's this!"
He pulls the bodies off the creature with his knife at the ready surprised to find something living, breathing and moving in this field of death. He wonders to himself, whomthe heck is this?
" My name is Perzy'S or Perseus in the common tongue. I am ashamed I will not be able to show proper hospitality for guests, but I welcome you to my home. Tomorrow at first light I will start on the journey to find this devil's spawn orc band. I hope to find clues here, but failing that I have an acquaintance in the lower forest that may be able to direct my vengeance. "
He shows everyone how to lay the hobgoblin bodies, and what he does to the orcs so they will be scarred in the afterlife.
DM:
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Everyone helping search and stack bodies give a perception check to see if you find anything useful or of value
Perzy'S eyeballs the little guy pulled from the corpse stack...
Noa starts to investigate the bodies for anything of note. Anything he could find to find out which tribe or where the orcs came and went is what he was looking for and left any trinkets or possessions alone.
Investigation Roll...
19
The Deep Gnome starts to help with the bodies.
Investigation: 13
"I am Tryggvi Stormbringer. You can call me Trygg." He takes a moment to shake hands.
"Once the bodies are dealt with, I have something that may help you with your search." *DM I would like to ritual cast Detect Magic once we are done. I want to see if there were/are any magics used to kill everyone. And if there is, I would like to try and track them.*
DM:
While Noa is struggling with a particularly heavy set orc corpse, he notices a small medicine bag style pouch tied inside its boot along with an obsidian dagger with handle made from a human-looking jawbone. Within the bag he finds, some creatures teeth, an old rotted finger and a hand craft talisman of some sort, part of the symbol is broken away so it cant be positively identified
Anyone who takes a closer look at the Talisman can roll a history or religion check and see if some memory gets sparked.
DM
For Trygg: go ahead and describe your ritual process a bit. You guys will be setting up a camp near the village so there will be plenty of time for a good ritual.
You detect subtle residue of magics used by both sides. The essences are intermingle and hard to separate as they come from similar sources. You can tell the religious magic from the warlock and the wizards, but not from which side is which. The religious magic is the hardest because the source seems like it might be from the same God.
"Hmm... This might be useful." Noa said as he eyed the orc corpse. With an uncomfortable sigh and a whisper telling the orcish corpse that he needed the dagger and the talisman before taking it but not before wishing the dead raider peace in the other life. He examined his findings as he walked around and found a gnome and a living hobgoblin nearby.
History Check...
13
"Greetings. I don't suppose you know who this is from do you?"
"Anyone out there..." A small voice can be heard coming from under what remains of the chief's home. It is followed by some coughing. "If anyone can hear me, I am trapped..."
Noa's attention was suddenly caught by a faint noise. From underneath the rubble, he could make out that there was someone inside. It didn't take him too long as he sprang into action and started digging away at whatever he could.
"Hang on there! Just stay calm and you better have something to drink!" He called out to the voice underneath. "You kinda owe me that you know."
DM
@Noa-
You seem to think the symbol is part of a talisman of Talos