"Careful Lia, otherwise I might charm you", Infurin's infernal tattoos flare up with the threat, appearing as a dull glow under his wrapped right arm, his eyes appearing to be more red than brown. "I swear, Chaos, don't kill people. They did nothing warranting such behavior." Infurin scowls, and walks off, angry with the whole city and situation. "People got hurt, this experiment of a group project has no doubt gotten back to our benefactor, and has smeared our name in the mud." Infurin, practically seething, asks in a voice similar to a growl, "Idiot! Could you be so stupid!?"
I cast mage hand, protest, "yes he did! He slammed my head into a pole! You know how I get when I have a headache," and sense that this isn't the time to do what I was going to do. "Good night," I call, heading over to the temple of Shu'velle to get a free bed.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
"I apologize Lia, I need to work upon my temper." Infurin settles for the evening, setting up a fire for the evening. He keeps an eye on Lia and sighs, hiding his face in his hands. Before beginning to mutter an old tune to help himself calm down and feel more positive.
Valen storms out through the city gates and straight to Chaos, "I leave you alone and this is what happens?! Hael's Flaming Balls, you killed someone and nearly others!" The priest quickly snatches an axe from his belt and, "Do you know the screams I heard from my people as I came from the temple?" Valen's hand quickly grabs Chaos' collar and reels it in. The mid-morning sun seemed to grow subtlely brighter and the air was thick, "The Fiend! That Which Defiles! It returns again! Only the youngest generation if Vahl cannot remember when a Pit Fiend rose from the lowest hells and ran rampant,"
The axe comes up and its head hangs on the tiefling's shoulder, "Your kind have made the people very nervous about the infernal. You have not made an impression to improve that perspective. If I thought for a moment - and I'm still not convinced otherwise - that you were herald of your peoples' sires, my hardest decision would be whether to put this axe between your horns and be done or into your neck and mount your head over the gate."
Valen shoves Chaos back and starts down the road. Before a dozen steps, he turns back to his party and spits a foul language that makes everyone but Chaos (who understands without issue) very uneasy, "Tread lightly, devil-bastard. The Walls stand Vigilant while the Hands work Bellora and Hael's will."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Infurin looks at the flames of his campfire, shrugging on his pack and slinging his staff on his back, before heading behind Valen, muttering a tune in Infernal. Infurin looks up at the sky, hoping that Valen doesn't find out about his patron or past. Infurin pulls his hair into a loose and messy ponytail before throwing the hood of his cloak on to obscure his features. His red eyes and glowing arm have returned to their not glowing state, with his eyes mostly brown again under the shadow of his hood.
"You really think it's wise to go into the city so soon?" Lia asks, without looking up from her work. "They might be okay with their Holy Boy, but the colorful murderer and her friend, the sparkly attempted thief? Tread lightly, my friends."
"We need to head to Corvindale, we have a person to save." Infurin says, adjusting the straps on his armor. "We have wasted enough time here. Perhaps the best solution is to return, and have some success on our side. But lets never expect a warm welcome here again." Infurin looks at the city. "Whole thing is cursed."
Lia sighs. "We need to gather our companions, however." Lia considers. "It is a large city, and though our companions are clever, we need to prepare to alert them to our location." She glances at Chaos and Valen. "Subtly."
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You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
Infurin focuses for a moment, and then slings out his staff, which now glowing with infernal runes, with another large infernal rune circle of magic in his other hand appears for a moment, his arm glows under their wraps and his eyes flash red as he casts charm person on Chaos, the spell cast, he askes Chaos, "Please stay and keep Lia company or rest, i'm sure Lia would love the conversation." As the spell is cast, Infurins arm stops glowing, but his eyes remain a glowing red.
Valen spits and growls a strange language more subtle, but equally vile as the last, "Now we have a demon slave. You are only slightly better because you haven't murdered my people yet."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Barking back in Celestial, "Shut up. I only charmed her, lasts an hour. A temporary solution to our problem. Additionally, didn't see you do anything particularly magnificent, Valen. I am not a loose cannon. And this power isn't uncontrolled. There are rules. Just like your power. So calm yourself Holy Boy." Infurin stares hard at Valen, wishing the cleric would stop being so stubborn.
The Party reconvenes the Next morning, Valen is sent into the city to recover Zook for you journey. While there he learns that the Local Guard are on high alert while the Brightwardens are actively searching for a 7-foot-tall Pink and Gold Demoness with flames for eyes. It would appear the rumormill has already started. Valen & Zook leave the city relatively easily, The Local Guards recognizing a Priest of the Bastion and waving you through.
The Journey to the Dawncast goes by smoothly. The Roads are blessedly clear of foretold Gnolls and the four-day journey goes by very easily. The Party reaches a crossroads, where the other path would lead to Valen’s home the Bastion, and he stops to Pray before moving on with the party.
On the third day as you leave Yvren proper and begin to approach Forest you slowly realize just how much of a frontier this area truly is. Farmland gives way to rolling countryside giving way to ever thickening woodlands. On the morning of the fifth day, you again pack up camp and begin to head out, within a few hours you the point where the Unceasing green of the Dawncast and the neatly layed cobbles of the Kingsroad meet finally comes into view.
As Lia opens her mouth to point out your progress her words are suddenly overpowered by a distant roar. Looking out towards the source of the sound, you see the outline of something tumbling through the air against the white-grey of the clouds.
You(Lia, Corus, & Chaos) see what at first appears to be One, but you swiftly realize are Two large winged beasts. One a clearly a Dragon, of a yellowish hue, the other a large feathered beast. The two creatures appear to be locked in a grapple, biting and tearing at each other as they continue to fall to the earth.
Zook spent much of his free time during the journey looking for ingredients he could potentially use for alchemy, but being more used to simply buying or using what ingredients the guild had on hand, he didn't have much luck.
On the fifth day, while still keeping an eye out for ingredients, he mistook the roar the party heard for Lia mimicking a creature (Perception 1).
"Zook is impressed by the Ranger's ability to mimic animals, must be handy when hunting." he commented, eyes still scanning the ground.
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"Careful Lia, otherwise I might charm you", Infurin's infernal tattoos flare up with the threat, appearing as a dull glow under his wrapped right arm, his eyes appearing to be more red than brown. "I swear, Chaos, don't kill people. They did nothing warranting such behavior." Infurin scowls, and walks off, angry with the whole city and situation. "People got hurt, this experiment of a group project has no doubt gotten back to our benefactor, and has smeared our name in the mud." Infurin, practically seething, asks in a voice similar to a growl, "Idiot! Could you be so stupid!?"
Lia sniffs, then sits down on a rock and pulls out her woodcarving tools, watching Chaos and Infurin out of the corner of her eye.
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
-Jack London
I cast mage hand, protest, "yes he did! He slammed my head into a pole! You know how I get when I have a headache," and sense that this isn't the time to do what I was going to do. "Good night," I call, heading over to the temple of Shu'velle to get a free bed.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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"I apologize Lia, I need to work upon my temper." Infurin settles for the evening, setting up a fire for the evening. He keeps an eye on Lia and sighs, hiding his face in his hands. Before beginning to mutter an old tune to help himself calm down and feel more positive.
Valen storms out through the city gates and straight to Chaos, "I leave you alone and this is what happens?! Hael's Flaming Balls, you killed someone and nearly others!" The priest quickly snatches an axe from his belt and, "Do you know the screams I heard from my people as I came from the temple?" Valen's hand quickly grabs Chaos' collar and reels it in. The mid-morning sun seemed to grow subtlely brighter and the air was thick, "The Fiend! That Which Defiles! It returns again! Only the youngest generation if Vahl cannot remember when a Pit Fiend rose from the lowest hells and ran rampant,"
The axe comes up and its head hangs on the tiefling's shoulder, "Your kind have made the people very nervous about the infernal. You have not made an impression to improve that perspective. If I thought for a moment - and I'm still not convinced otherwise - that you were herald of your peoples' sires, my hardest decision would be whether to put this axe between your horns and be done or into your neck and mount your head over the gate."
Valen shoves Chaos back and starts down the road. Before a dozen steps, he turns back to his party and spits a foul language that makes everyone but Chaos (who understands without issue) very uneasy, "Tread lightly, devil-bastard. The Walls stand Vigilant while the Hands work Bellora and Hael's will."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Infurin looks at the flames of his campfire, shrugging on his pack and slinging his staff on his back, before heading behind Valen, muttering a tune in Infernal. Infurin looks up at the sky, hoping that Valen doesn't find out about his patron or past. Infurin pulls his hair into a loose and messy ponytail before throwing the hood of his cloak on to obscure his features. His red eyes and glowing arm have returned to their not glowing state, with his eyes mostly brown again under the shadow of his hood.
"You really think it's wise to go into the city so soon?" Lia asks, without looking up from her work. "They might be okay with their Holy Boy, but the colorful murderer and her friend, the sparkly attempted thief? Tread lightly, my friends."
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
-Jack London
"We need to head to Corvindale, we have a person to save." Infurin says, adjusting the straps on his armor. "We have wasted enough time here. Perhaps the best solution is to return, and have some success on our side. But lets never expect a warm welcome here again." Infurin looks at the city. "Whole thing is cursed."
Lia sighs. "We need to gather our companions, however." Lia considers. "It is a large city, and though our companions are clever, we need to prepare to alert them to our location." She glances at Chaos and Valen. "Subtly."
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
-Jack London
Infurin focuses for a moment, and then slings out his staff, which now glowing with infernal runes, with another large infernal rune circle of magic in his other hand appears for a moment, his arm glows under their wraps and his eyes flash red as he casts charm person on Chaos, the spell cast, he askes Chaos, "Please stay and keep Lia company or rest, i'm sure Lia would love the conversation." As the spell is cast, Infurins arm stops glowing, but his eyes remain a glowing red.
Lia continues her carving. "Conversation? Hmmm. What are you doing, then?"
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
-Jack London
"Fine. Good night, Infurin. Good night, Lia. Good night, Valen."
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Valen spits and growls a strange language more subtle, but equally vile as the last, "Now we have a demon slave. You are only slightly better because you haven't murdered my people yet."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Barking back in Celestial, "Shut up. I only charmed her, lasts an hour. A temporary solution to our problem. Additionally, didn't see you do anything particularly magnificent, Valen. I am not a loose cannon. And this power isn't uncontrolled. There are rules. Just like your power. So calm yourself Holy Boy." Infurin stares hard at Valen, wishing the cleric would stop being so stubborn.
"What about talking in a language I can understand?" Lia says sharply in Sylvan, still whittling.
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
-Jack London
The Party reconvenes the Next morning, Valen is sent into the city to recover Zook for you journey. While there he learns that the Local Guard are on high alert while the Brightwardens are actively searching for a 7-foot-tall Pink and Gold Demoness with flames for eyes. It would appear the rumormill has already started. Valen & Zook leave the city relatively easily, The Local Guards recognizing a Priest of the Bastion and waving you through.
The Journey to the Dawncast goes by smoothly. The Roads are blessedly clear of foretold Gnolls and the four-day journey goes by very easily. The Party reaches a crossroads, where the other path would lead to Valen’s home the Bastion, and he stops to Pray before moving on with the party.
On the third day as you leave Yvren proper and begin to approach Forest you slowly realize just how much of a frontier this area truly is. Farmland gives way to rolling countryside giving way to ever thickening woodlands. On the morning of the fifth day, you again pack up camp and begin to head out, within a few hours you the point where the Unceasing green of the Dawncast and the neatly layed cobbles of the Kingsroad meet finally comes into view.
As Lia opens her mouth to point out your progress her words are suddenly overpowered by a distant roar. Looking out towards the source of the sound, you see the outline of something tumbling through the air against the white-grey of the clouds.
OOC: Make me a Perception Check.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
Lia shouts something unintelligible in Sylvan and draws her bow, nocking a arrow and holding it steady.
(Perception 17)
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
-Jack London
"It's probably nothing."
(Perception 19)
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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You(Lia, Corus, & Chaos) see what at first appears to be One, but you swiftly realize are Two large winged beasts. One a clearly a Dragon, of a yellowish hue, the other a large feathered beast. The two creatures appear to be locked in a grapple, biting and tearing at each other as they continue to fall to the earth.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
Zook spent much of his free time during the journey looking for ingredients he could potentially use for alchemy, but being more used to simply buying or using what ingredients the guild had on hand, he didn't have much luck.
On the fifth day, while still keeping an eye out for ingredients, he mistook the roar the party heard for Lia mimicking a creature (Perception 1).
"Zook is impressed by the Ranger's ability to mimic animals, must be handy when hunting." he commented, eyes still scanning the ground.