Perzy'S doesnt recognize the voice from under the remains of the Chiefs home. He immediately starts to help remove chunks of wall to free the voice and discover its owner. He feels it's strange that for many years few strangers came to the village, but now at its destruction, it seems as if all of Faerun will be uncovered in its ashes.
" hold on and we shall get you out of there, and you can explain how you came to be in the abode of the great war chief Kram Thral."
"Kram Thral huh?" Noa said. "My apologies, my name is Noa. I came here based on a rumor about orcs on a warpath. Apparently I arrived too late."
He fished around his pocket and showed what he found to the hobgoblin. He hoped that he had a little bit more clue as to who would be behind the attack. "I found one of these in the bodies. Talos if my memory serves me right but I'd like to know more about the orcish clans in the area. The last thing we need is a blood crazed orc riling up the neighboring clans."
Perzy'S says to Noa, " I was addressing the voice under the rubble of the war chiefs house"
" Yes that talisman does look like it belongs to a follower of Talos. We need to show that to Falcon. He runs a lodge in Neverwinter wood. He is an orc expert, he hates them more then just about anyone. Wait until you see his collection. ". Help get this guy out from under the house and we can setup a camp. I still have time to bring in some game, so we can at least honor the dead properly."
While this is happening Trygg is off preparing his ritual. His eyes and fingers start to spark with electricity. He uses his hands to draw out a small circle of crackling arcane energy. Once the circle is complete he begins writing these symbols using the same energy. He than sits in the center of the circle and begins muttering to himself in a strange language.
*If anyone can read or speak Giant you can understand that these symbols and phrases are basically asking the ancestors to guide him in finding answers.*
As the two diggers clear the rubble they find a child-sized person huddled in a small cavity where a rafter propped up the falling building enough for her to be uninjured. She wears a plain tunic, covered with dirt and grit. It is clear at a glance she is not a child though, having the figure of a full-grown woman, only half the size.
"Thank you..." She says as she climbs out of the opening you made for her. She has a small bundle held in her hand as she slips free and, before answering any questions, opens it to reveal a small book, which she makes sure is intact before glancing up at the two diggers again. "I am Bell Hill, at your service." She says with a friendly smile. "Did one of you ask how I came to be here? It was a bit hard to hear from under there..."
"I was there helping with some tasks he had around the place." Bree says with a shrug. "Seems he liked having me clean, mend, and cook for him." She smiles as if in fond memory. "I did like the work, and he treated me fine., even if my cooking is not that good." She glances around the place a bit then. "They really did not leave much, did they?" She asks as she sees the destruction. "Someone should teach them a lesson I think... Not nice to break and kill people you know." She glances around, clearly looking for support. "I mean, do you think they would like it if someone came into the place they are living and did this sort of thing?" With a sigh she sits down on a rock. "Maybe someone should give them a serious talking to... You know, make sure they know this sort of thing is not nice." She holds the book to her chest. "I mean, some people just have times they are not nice, but, if you explain things to them, in a way they can understand, then they can learn, right?"
"Orc society is based on instinctual violence." Noa said. "It's in their nature. That doesn't necessarily make them evil, only lacking in self control. Ah, where are my manners. Noa Gala-Vahn." He said as he bowed humbly, introducing himself.
He looked around and gestured to Bell and sighed. Some things however, one must really be held accountable for. Razing a village is one of those things and as much as Noa held respect and sympathy towards an orc's nature, he had to rule that this was something that needed to be dealt with.
"Based on what I've seen and know about their society, these orcs must have been on a bloodrage. I don't think there will be much talking or explaining to do. Some lessons you'll have to pay for in blood."
"Bree Hill." The halfling says again, giving a short kirtsie. She glances around the destroyed village. "I understand there are some folk who are just bad. I am not a fool." She says at last. "I will aid in making sure this does not happen to someone else, but do not expect me to pay them back in kind. I have no taste for that sort of magic and will not harm another directly with my spells."
The hunting bird flew from a hand that was not his own. Not enough time had passed to make the hurt from the loss of his own birds fade, and this one's flight was poorly guided. I would have trained him differently, Daishi Longguard thought to himself but said nothing.
To his companion, a man he did not know, he asked "what game do you seek here?". He took the time to observe the man, while not trying to stare. Did he recognize me? Surely no one out here cares about what happens in Waterdeep. His own cloak draped past a sheathed short sword at his waist and lay over old leather armor. No knight's, and no crest.
Daishi was waiting near the appointed spot, and sensed that today was the day that his family retainers would come back to him. They had already sent him word by letter that they had survived the purge, but were worse the wear for it. No injuries to report, thankfully. Harir would have gathered what records he could have before the Irlingstones burned it all to the ground. If they got back here tonight, he intended to make camp at the lodge until they could determine their next steps.
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Odyssey | Daishi Longguard | Human | Healthy | Perception: 13 | Equipped: old leather armor, green cloak, fine clothes, signet ring | Wielding: shortsword, shield | map
●●● Hunting for Deer Anyll Sungold is tending to his matron's garden. To the untrained eye, it doesn't look any different from another part of the forest, but he knew and it was coming along splendidly.
That was, until someone was interrupting... A figures slides by with purpose.
This is for Skip and Jaeson who are in the town of Phandalin.
• Nestled in the rocky foothills of the snow-capped Sword Mountains is the mining town of Phandalin, which consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings. Crumbling stone ruins surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past.
Phandalin’s residents are quiet, hard-working folk who came from distant cities to eke out a life amid the harsh wilderness. They are farmers, stonecutters, blacksmiths, traders, prospectors, and children. The town has no walls and no garrison, but most of the adults keep weapons within easy reach in case the need for arms should arise.
Visitors are welcome here, particularly if they have coin to spend or news to share. The Stonehill Inn at the center of town offers modest lodging and meals. A couple of doors down from the inn, posted outside the townmaster’s hall, is a job board for adventurers.•
They are both in the Stonehill Inn. Jaeson is a customer and Skip is the Chef, taking a break. Skip is an outgoing and friendly fellow and so strikes up a conversation with Jaeson...
(You guys take it over until we get to the point I pmd you about.)
After about an hour of stealthily sneaking north of the town of Phandalin, you feel as if you have slipped your pursuers and begin to walk on the road. The night is dark, with a mere sliver of moon to light the way, but your years of training carry you through. Up ahead you see an old mill with an attached house surrounded mostly by a fence of some sort. There are no lights of any sort even though it is still early, so you think it maybe abandoned. A good place to hole up for the night and plan your next steps.
Heading up the miners trail out of Phandalin, you are charged up and confident. Finally a quest worthy of your might. Many adventure groups have tried and failed to root the dragon out of Ice Spire hold. You believe it is because besides being to weak for the task, the groups were groups. You feel going alone is the key to success, that and your mighty bloodline. It is approaching evening and you decide you need to setup camp and think on your strategy
Having dug through corpses, discovered a few clues and met new people you are all weary. You aided Perzy'S in arranging the dead of his village in the traditional manner and let him desecrate the corpses of the orc invaders alone. Not something most of you had a stomach for. You are surprised to learn that hobgoblins do not bury the dead, they leave the corpses for the Gods to return to the earth as nature intended. Perzy'S set out to hunt game alone leaving you all to setup a camp a bit away from the village.
Set a watch schedule if you want and you can RP your evening as you desire. I will get the other characters where they need to be.
Bree directs some of the rubble clearing efforts, trying to get to the provisions for food and cooking gear. She will also work to uncover her own gear, which would be stored in a trunk next to her pallet, since the chief saw no issue leaving her with her stuff, due to her pasafist nature.
When the work was done for the day, she would settle down on a boulder or recovered pot and summon forth her familiar. She would then start petting the Tressym as she goes over her spellbook. If it grows dark she would use a Light spell to continue to study. It looks as if she does this often, petting her flying cat as she reads her spellbook.
"Wow! It sounds like you have had quite the adventure friend!" Skip would reply excitedly, pulling up a chair and struggling a bit to work his shot plump halfling frame on to the chair made for a human. "Ya know what Jaeson... I'll probably get in trouble if they find out how much food I have been making ya... " He would whisper with a grin. "You may have been getting double and triple servings.. but I could tell you were hungry so it wasn't a big deal. I do think though that we could earn you a bit of coin by doing some of the jobs around town if you are interested.." Skip would say excitedly. "I mean I love what I do here at the inn, but I feel like I could do more to help people if I got out a bit more" The stocky halfling would say with a smile as he rubbed his scuffy sideburns. "Actually, let's do that... I'll grab a few supplies and we can get you back on your feet friend. I'll get us some snacks for the road.. I think I saw an easy job where we just have to warn a lady living in a windmill about a dragon... If you can believe that!" He would say with a hardy laugh.
After a few moments, Skip would emerge from the kitchen. His fine white shirt and black dress pants covered by a heavy leather apron. A set of thick knives,a butchers clever, and a strange looking spoon hang from his belt. He would reach up and adjust his large puffy chef's had and smile to his new companion. "Let's go buddy!" He would say as he made his way out the door, motioning to Jaeson to follow!.
(OOC: If / when Jaeson agrees, Skip would head off towards the direction of the windmill)
"You've taken good care of me, Skip. Thank you." A downtrodden Jaeson would say, scratching the back of his head. Indeed, when Jaeson has shambled into town, he was a wreck, both physically and emotionally. He was hungry, and exhausted. When he found his way to the Inn, his new Halfling companion, Skip had been more than hospitable to him. Now, Jaeson's stomach was full, and he was well rested. It went without saying that Jaeson owed him.
"Haha, yeah right. Dropping everything you're doing to go on advent...Wait, you're serious?" Jaeson blinked in surprise. Skip was really suggesting this? "Wh-? Are you- You really want-?" Jaeson could not voice his concern before Skip was off getting ready for adventure. By the time Skip returned from the kitchen, Jaeson had come around to the idea. "After you, my man." Jaeson smiled, lifting himself from his stool. This could be good for him. Adventure awaits.
"Well we got to get you some coin somehow right? I can't feed ya forever and helping the folks around town will help brighten your spirts! You'll see!" The plump halfling would say with a large grin as he motions Jaeson to follow. Just as Skip was about to make his way out the door, He would look back towards the bard playing on the small simple stage. "Hey! Tell the boss I'm heading out alright?! Taking a bit of a long break.. I'll be back later and it is pretty slow so I am sure it's fine! I am gonna help my new friend here get back on his feet." He would say tipping his large chefs hat towards the gnome.
Perzy'S doesnt recognize the voice from under the remains of the Chiefs home. He immediately starts to help remove chunks of wall to free the voice and discover its owner. He feels it's strange that for many years few strangers came to the village, but now at its destruction, it seems as if all of Faerun will be uncovered in its ashes.
" hold on and we shall get you out of there, and you can explain how you came to be in the abode of the great war chief Kram Thral."
"Kram Thral huh?" Noa said. "My apologies, my name is Noa. I came here based on a rumor about orcs on a warpath. Apparently I arrived too late."
He fished around his pocket and showed what he found to the hobgoblin. He hoped that he had a little bit more clue as to who would be behind the attack. "I found one of these in the bodies. Talos if my memory serves me right but I'd like to know more about the orcish clans in the area. The last thing we need is a blood crazed orc riling up the neighboring clans."
Perzy'S says to Noa, " I was addressing the voice under the rubble of the war chiefs house"
" Yes that talisman does look like it belongs to a follower of Talos. We need to show that to Falcon. He runs a lodge in Neverwinter wood. He is an orc expert, he hates them more then just about anyone. Wait until you see his collection. ". Help get this guy out from under the house and we can setup a camp. I still have time to bring in some game, so we can at least honor the dead properly."
While this is happening Trygg is off preparing his ritual. His eyes and fingers start to spark with electricity. He uses his hands to draw out a small circle of crackling arcane energy. Once the circle is complete he begins writing these symbols using the same energy. He than sits in the center of the circle and begins muttering to himself in a strange language.
*If anyone can read or speak Giant you can understand that these symbols and phrases are basically asking the ancestors to guide him in finding answers.*
As the two diggers clear the rubble they find a child-sized person huddled in a small cavity where a rafter propped up the falling building enough for her to be uninjured. She wears a plain tunic, covered with dirt and grit. It is clear at a glance she is not a child though, having the figure of a full-grown woman, only half the size.
"Thank you..." She says as she climbs out of the opening you made for her. She has a small bundle held in her hand as she slips free and, before answering any questions, opens it to reveal a small book, which she makes sure is intact before glancing up at the two diggers again. "I am Bell Hill, at your service." She says with a friendly smile. "Did one of you ask how I came to be here? It was a bit hard to hear from under there..."
" I am Perzy'S and it was I who was asking how you came to be under the house of my Warchief. "
"I was there helping with some tasks he had around the place." Bree says with a shrug. "Seems he liked having me clean, mend, and cook for him." She smiles as if in fond memory. "I did like the work, and he treated me fine., even if my cooking is not that good." She glances around the place a bit then. "They really did not leave much, did they?" She asks as she sees the destruction. "Someone should teach them a lesson I think... Not nice to break and kill people you know." She glances around, clearly looking for support. "I mean, do you think they would like it if someone came into the place they are living and did this sort of thing?" With a sigh she sits down on a rock. "Maybe someone should give them a serious talking to... You know, make sure they know this sort of thing is not nice." She holds the book to her chest. "I mean, some people just have times they are not nice, but, if you explain things to them, in a way they can understand, then they can learn, right?"
"Orc society is based on instinctual violence." Noa said. "It's in their nature. That doesn't necessarily make them evil, only lacking in self control. Ah, where are my manners. Noa Gala-Vahn." He said as he bowed humbly, introducing himself.
He looked around and gestured to Bell and sighed. Some things however, one must really be held accountable for. Razing a village is one of those things and as much as Noa held respect and sympathy towards an orc's nature, he had to rule that this was something that needed to be dealt with.
"Based on what I've seen and know about their society, these orcs must have been on a bloodrage. I don't think there will be much talking or explaining to do. Some lessons you'll have to pay for in blood."
"Bree Hill." The halfling says again, giving a short kirtsie. She glances around the destroyed village. "I understand there are some folk who are just bad. I am not a fool." She says at last. "I will aid in making sure this does not happen to someone else, but do not expect me to pay them back in kind. I have no taste for that sort of magic and will not harm another directly with my spells."
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The hunting bird flew from a hand that was not his own. Not enough time had passed to make the hurt from the loss of his own birds fade, and this one's flight was poorly guided. I would have trained him differently, Daishi Longguard thought to himself but said nothing.
To his companion, a man he did not know, he asked "what game do you seek here?". He took the time to observe the man, while not trying to stare. Did he recognize me? Surely no one out here cares about what happens in Waterdeep. His own cloak draped past a sheathed short sword at his waist and lay over old leather armor. No knight's, and no crest.
Daishi was waiting near the appointed spot, and sensed that today was the day that his family retainers would come back to him. They had already sent him word by letter that they had survived the purge, but were worse the wear for it. No injuries to report, thankfully. Harir would have gathered what records he could have before the Irlingstones burned it all to the ground. If they got back here tonight, he intended to make camp at the lodge until they could determine their next steps.
●●● Hunting for Deer
Anyll Sungold is tending to his matron's garden. To the untrained eye, it doesn't look any different from another part of the forest, but he knew and it was coming along splendidly.
That was, until someone was interrupting... A figures slides by with purpose.
"Hello? Excuse me, can I help you?"
He goes to approach.
DM:
This is for Skip and Jaeson who are in the town of Phandalin.
• Nestled in the rocky foothills of the snow-capped Sword Mountains is the mining town of Phandalin, which consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings. Crumbling stone ruins surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past.
Phandalin’s residents are quiet, hard-working folk who came from distant cities to eke out a life amid the harsh wilderness. They are farmers, stonecutters, blacksmiths, traders, prospectors, and children. The town has no walls and no garrison, but most of the adults keep weapons within easy reach in case the need for arms should arise.
Visitors are welcome here, particularly if they have coin to spend or news to share. The Stonehill Inn at the center of town offers modest lodging and meals. A couple of doors down from the inn, posted outside the townmaster’s hall, is a job board for adventurers.•
They are both in the Stonehill Inn. Jaeson is a customer and Skip is the Chef, taking a break. Skip is an outgoing and friendly fellow and so strikes up a conversation with Jaeson...
(You guys take it over until we get to the point I pmd you about.)
DM:
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This post is for Yessica who has fled Phandalin.
After about an hour of stealthily sneaking north of the town of Phandalin, you feel as if you have slipped your pursuers and begin to walk on the road. The night is dark, with a mere sliver of moon to light the way, but your years of training carry you through. Up ahead you see an old mill with an attached house surrounded mostly by a fence of some sort. There are no lights of any sort even though it is still early, so you think it maybe abandoned. A good place to hole up for the night and plan your next steps.
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DM
This post is for Kuori " the Tactless"
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Heading up the miners trail out of Phandalin, you are charged up and confident. Finally a quest worthy of your might. Many adventure groups have tried and failed to root the dragon out of Ice Spire hold. You believe it is because besides being to weak for the task, the groups were groups. You feel going alone is the key to success, that and your mighty bloodline. It is approaching evening and you decide you need to setup camp and think on your strategy
DM
This post is for the main group
Having dug through corpses, discovered a few clues and met new people you are all weary. You aided Perzy'S in arranging the dead of his village in the traditional manner and let him desecrate the corpses of the orc invaders alone. Not something most of you had a stomach for. You are surprised to learn that hobgoblins do not bury the dead, they leave the corpses for the Gods to return to the earth as nature intended. Perzy'S set out to hunt game alone leaving you all to setup a camp a bit away from the village.
Set a watch schedule if you want and you can RP your evening as you desire. I will get the other characters where they need to be.
Bree directs some of the rubble clearing efforts, trying to get to the provisions for food and cooking gear. She will also work to uncover her own gear, which would be stored in a trunk next to her pallet, since the chief saw no issue leaving her with her stuff, due to her pasafist nature.
When the work was done for the day, she would settle down on a boulder or recovered pot and summon forth her familiar. She would then start petting the Tressym as she goes over her spellbook. If it grows dark she would use a Light spell to continue to study. It looks as if she does this often, petting her flying cat as she reads her spellbook.
"Wow! It sounds like you have had quite the adventure friend!" Skip would reply excitedly, pulling up a chair and struggling a bit to work his shot plump halfling frame on to the chair made for a human. "Ya know what Jaeson... I'll probably get in trouble if they find out how much food I have been making ya... " He would whisper with a grin. "You may have been getting double and triple servings.. but I could tell you were hungry so it wasn't a big deal. I do think though that we could earn you a bit of coin by doing some of the jobs around town if you are interested.." Skip would say excitedly. "I mean I love what I do here at the inn, but I feel like I could do more to help people if I got out a bit more" The stocky halfling would say with a smile as he rubbed his scuffy sideburns. "Actually, let's do that... I'll grab a few supplies and we can get you back on your feet friend. I'll get us some snacks for the road.. I think I saw an easy job where we just have to warn a lady living in a windmill about a dragon... If you can believe that!" He would say with a hardy laugh.
After a few moments, Skip would emerge from the kitchen. His fine white shirt and black dress pants covered by a heavy leather apron. A set of thick knives,a butchers clever, and a strange looking spoon hang from his belt. He would reach up and adjust his large puffy chef's had and smile to his new companion. "Let's go buddy!" He would say as he made his way out the door, motioning to Jaeson to follow!.
(OOC: If / when Jaeson agrees, Skip would head off towards the direction of the windmill)
Picture of Skip Fluffawitz!
"You've taken good care of me, Skip. Thank you." A downtrodden Jaeson would say, scratching the back of his head. Indeed, when Jaeson has shambled into town, he was a wreck, both physically and emotionally. He was hungry, and exhausted. When he found his way to the Inn, his new Halfling companion, Skip had been more than hospitable to him. Now, Jaeson's stomach was full, and he was well rested. It went without saying that Jaeson owed him.
"Haha, yeah right. Dropping everything you're doing to go on advent...Wait, you're serious?" Jaeson blinked in surprise. Skip was really suggesting this? "Wh-? Are you- You really want-?" Jaeson could not voice his concern before Skip was off getting ready for adventure. By the time Skip returned from the kitchen, Jaeson had come around to the idea. "After you, my man." Jaeson smiled, lifting himself from his stool. This could be good for him. Adventure awaits.
"Well we got to get you some coin somehow right? I can't feed ya forever and helping the folks around town will help brighten your spirts! You'll see!" The plump halfling would say with a large grin as he motions Jaeson to follow. Just as Skip was about to make his way out the door, He would look back towards the bard playing on the small simple stage. "Hey! Tell the boss I'm heading out alright?! Taking a bit of a long break.. I'll be back later and it is pretty slow so I am sure it's fine! I am gonna help my new friend here get back on his feet." He would say tipping his large chefs hat towards the gnome.