The huge chain mail sheathed mass, that until this moment had been lying inert, stirs, and with a deep basso groan sits up. "White. Lightening." A voice rumbles and crunches as if made by granite boulders colliding issues from it. Then, as if jerked to a standing position by some unseen but violent force, it is all of a sudden towering in the moonlit night.
"DEADER MAKER!" It roars, swinging an iron bar the size of a small tree, which appears as if conjured, about wildly, but, mercifully for those nearby, only briefly.
There is a pause as it grapples with whatever violent imaginings are careening around its brain, the silvery lit clearing in which it finds itself and the others nearby.
Visibly struggling to regain a sense of now, it glares around at the others for any sign of obvious hostility. "Who bes you?" It demands of those standing nearby. "I Kronk!"
At almost eight feet tall Kronk is a presence not to be ignored; the glaring eyes, one green, one orange, sweep over everybody, assessing each swiftly. Lowering the huge bar, he lets loose a belly-deep laugh that threatens to de-leaf the nearby trees. "HAH! HAH! HO! Joyous indeed," grinning to reveal fangs like iron spikes he continues, "So, bes us to rip up the Deader Maker!" He slams the bar into the ground, generating a noticeable tremor in the ground. "Smash to bone dust, bes we doings, YES!"
"Are the deadless wes be, to dead the Deader Maker, to eat it's liver!" He glares at those present, "Liver bes mine!" as if anyone would want what it is he seems to be suggesting.
Having made a quick look for a path, and seeing Kronk stand up, swinging wildly, he heads over to the giant. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Kronk. It would appear this dead maker you speak of is the lich that was mentioned by the lady in white. Well, my giant new friend," he puts a hand out in greeting, "I would be happy to assist you in... er... smashing its bones to dust. I..." he puts his other hand to his chest, "...am Sivir."
Looking down at Sivir, kronk reaches out and grasps the half-elf's hand, engulfing it in a vast hand, with a surprisingly gentle grip, but one that is very controlled.
"Sivir?" Kronks rumble seems to taste the name and, finding it appealing, grins fiercely, "Kronk, liver eater of deader makers, happy bes I acquainting you."
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"As am I, Kronk, liver eater." Sivir looks around the clearing once more. "Well, if we are to find you this dead maker we had better make haste and get out of this clearing. How is everyone else feeling? Any luck finding a path?" He says as he looks to each of the others that have awakened, each seemingly from their own strange dream.
Watching the woman wake and sit up I give a small nod of acknowledgement and watch curiously as she begins to make strange gestures with her hands. Then the last one wakes. The big one. He is huge and terrifying... and loud. Not taking my eyes off him I scramble back into the shadows and try to hide.
As the elderly woman slowly rises she looks at each of her comrades in turn. "You may all call me Mama Chan. I am a Diviner."She says softly in an oddly accented common. "I wouldn't suggest approaching the town at night. Folks tend to think ill of visitors at this hour." She looks towards the sky "Daylight should be upon us soon. Approaching the town as it inhabitants begin their day seems like a more civilized thing to do." she shivers slightly "though I do have a slight night chill, if some of you can gather a bit of wood perhaps we could start a fire, have something hot to drink, and get to know each other?"
there is no clear path, but there is what looks like a small game trail leading to the lights. they seem to be coming closer. at the speed they are moving you estimate that they will reach you in about five minutes.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Sivir points towards the lights, "We've little time to make more niceties, so friends you all are at this point. It would seem that several from the town venture towards us. What do you propose we do? I am prepared to stay and gather more information from the townsfolk. I am somewhat comfortable talking if no-one else wishes."
Standing I look toward the lights. I tap lightly on my drum and sing under my breath, pushing the melody in the direction of Sivir. [Bardic Inspiration]
Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise
“You can speak for us.” I agree.
OOC: Badic Inspiration - As a bonus action, a creature (other than yourself) within 60 ft. that can hear you gains an inspiration die (1d6). For 10 minutes, the creature can add it to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw. This can be added after seeing the roll, but before knowing the outcome.
Taking in the sight of the huge being Kronk for a moment before Sivir speaks up, Elrodin moves towards the older woman “I too would have preferred camp, Mama, and then venture into town upon Sunrise. But alas...” he directs her gaze to where Sivir is looking “... I believe the town has come to us”.
To the group, he turns and says “We don’t wish to scare anyone, so perhaps our little fact about having been dead may be best kept to ourselves for now? Hunting a Lich, and brought here by some powerful wizard may be all the information anyone needs right now....” as he trails off he thinks to Sivir's words “Also, I can’t say I’m exactly one for charm or deception, Sivir, but if you or someone else with this skill, it would probably be best to do the talking...”
Finally, the Elf turns to the 8 foot Kronk “... except you, big guy, maybe you stay out of talking to others” he says with a smile.
Sivir nods to Elrodin. "I'm not much for deceiving others, however I've been told I can be somewhat persuasive, though only somewhat. I am happy to speak, and I agree on withholding some certain points." He turns to Tulip, nodding a knowing thanks to her as he feels her inspirational aid flowing through his ears and around his mind.
(OOC - I think we're staying put.)
Sivir will make steps towards the light, a little in front of the group (about 10-15ft) but still in the clearing.
(ooc: Yeah, think staying put, unless anyone wants to make a run for it within their 5-minute approach?)
Elrodin stands near Mama Chan and Tulip, not defensively nor aggressively, just protectively; one hand loosely dangling by the hand-crossbow in the holster on his right thigh, the other touching lightly upon the pommel of his basket-hilted saber (rapier). Calmly relaxing his breathing, focusing control, Elrodin keeps his eyes scanning the edges of the clearing.
Kronk grunts and hefts his iron bar, “Darkness times bes good for evil,” he frowns, then, in what could only be seen as fierce anticipation, gives a fangs bared smile. “Bes goodness hunting evil in darkness,” he adds with a soft, for him, chuckle. “No friendly comings maybes.”
Looking around he quickly sizes up the terrain, thinking of how to best use it to advantage should whatever is approaching prove to be hostile. Taking in everyone in a glance he suggests those who fight best from a distance find a sheltered place, if possible.
”Kronk standeding with talking person, make fiercesomeness statue.” He looks at Mama Chan, “Yous bes talker?”
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Mama Chan Looks up to Kronk and smiles "Not me dear. I'm more of a proclaimer than a negotiator." She gives a nod of acknowledgement to Elrodin and takes a few steps back "I work better with a little room to evaluate."
"Not a clue," Sivir says as he looks around, "Though perhaps we should be moving on soon enough. Can anyone make out a path on which to travel?"
(Perception: 9)
“I can go take a quick look around for a path if you would like?”
(guidance)
perception 9 + 1
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The huge chain mail sheathed mass, that until this moment had been lying inert, stirs, and with a deep basso groan sits up. "White. Lightening." A voice rumbles and crunches as if made by granite boulders colliding issues from it. Then, as if jerked to a standing position by some unseen but violent force, it is all of a sudden towering in the moonlit night.
"DEADER MAKER!" It roars, swinging an iron bar the size of a small tree, which appears as if conjured, about wildly, but, mercifully for those nearby, only briefly.
There is a pause as it grapples with whatever violent imaginings are careening around its brain, the silvery lit clearing in which it finds itself and the others nearby.
Visibly struggling to regain a sense of now, it glares around at the others for any sign of obvious hostility. "Who bes you?" It demands of those standing nearby. "I Kronk!"
At almost eight feet tall Kronk is a presence not to be ignored; the glaring eyes, one green, one orange, sweep over everybody, assessing each swiftly. Lowering the huge bar, he lets loose a belly-deep laugh that threatens to de-leaf the nearby trees. "HAH! HAH! HO! Joyous indeed," grinning to reveal fangs like iron spikes he continues, "So, bes us to rip up the Deader Maker!" He slams the bar into the ground, generating a noticeable tremor in the ground. "Smash to bone dust, bes we doings, YES!"
"Are the deadless wes be, to dead the Deader Maker, to eat it's liver!" He glares at those present, "Liver bes mine!" as if anyone would want what it is he seems to be suggesting.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Having made a quick look for a path, and seeing Kronk stand up, swinging wildly, he heads over to the giant. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Kronk. It would appear this dead maker you speak of is the lich that was mentioned by the lady in white. Well, my giant new friend," he puts a hand out in greeting, "I would be happy to assist you in... er... smashing its bones to dust. I..." he puts his other hand to his chest, "...am Sivir."
Looking down at Sivir, kronk reaches out and grasps the half-elf's hand, engulfing it in a vast hand, with a surprisingly gentle grip, but one that is very controlled.
"Sivir?" Kronks rumble seems to taste the name and, finding it appealing, grins fiercely, "Kronk, liver eater of deader makers, happy bes I acquainting you."
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
"As am I, Kronk, liver eater." Sivir looks around the clearing once more. "Well, if we are to find you this dead maker we had better make haste and get out of this clearing. How is everyone else feeling? Any luck finding a path?" He says as he looks to each of the others that have awakened, each seemingly from their own strange dream.
Watching the woman wake and sit up I give a small nod of acknowledgement and watch curiously as she begins to make strange gestures with her hands. Then the last one wakes. The big one. He is huge and terrifying... and loud. Not taking my eyes off him I scramble back into the shadows and try to hide.
Stealth : 6
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
As the elderly woman slowly rises she looks at each of her comrades in turn. "You may all call me Mama Chan. I am a Diviner."She says softly in an oddly accented common. "I wouldn't suggest approaching the town at night. Folks tend to think ill of visitors at this hour." She looks towards the sky "Daylight should be upon us soon. Approaching the town as it inhabitants begin their day seems like a more civilized thing to do." she shivers slightly "though I do have a slight night chill, if some of you can gather a bit of wood perhaps we could start a fire, have something hot to drink, and get to know each other?"
there is no clear path, but there is what looks like a small game trail leading to the lights. they seem to be coming closer. at the speed they are moving you estimate that they will reach you in about five minutes.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
(DM question - how many lights seem to be heading our way? Perception: 10)
at the moment, they seem to be too far to tell exactly, but from experience you would say around five.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Sivir points towards the lights, "We've little time to make more niceties, so friends you all are at this point. It would seem that several from the town venture towards us. What do you propose we do? I am prepared to stay and gather more information from the townsfolk. I am somewhat comfortable talking if no-one else wishes."
Standing I look toward the lights. I tap lightly on my drum and sing under my breath, pushing the melody in the direction of Sivir. [Bardic Inspiration]
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
“You can speak for us.” I agree.
OOC: Badic Inspiration - As a bonus action, a creature (other than yourself) within 60 ft. that can hear you gains an inspiration die (1d6). For 10 minutes, the creature can add it to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw. This can be added after seeing the roll, but before knowing the outcome.
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Taking in the sight of the huge being Kronk for a moment before Sivir speaks up, Elrodin moves towards the older woman “I too would have preferred camp, Mama, and then venture into town upon Sunrise. But alas...” he directs her gaze to where Sivir is looking “... I believe the town has come to us”.
To the group, he turns and says “We don’t wish to scare anyone, so perhaps our little fact about having been dead may be best kept to ourselves for now? Hunting a Lich, and brought here by some powerful wizard may be all the information anyone needs right now....” as he trails off he thinks to Sivir's words “Also, I can’t say I’m exactly one for charm or deception, Sivir, but if you or someone else with this skill, it would probably be best to do the talking...”
Finally, the Elf turns to the 8 foot Kronk “... except you, big guy, maybe you stay out of talking to others” he says with a smile.
so you are staying put?
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Sivir nods to Elrodin. "I'm not much for deceiving others, however I've been told I can be somewhat persuasive, though only somewhat. I am happy to speak, and I agree on withholding some certain points." He turns to Tulip, nodding a knowing thanks to her as he feels her inspirational aid flowing through his ears and around his mind.
(OOC - I think we're staying put.)
Sivir will make steps towards the light, a little in front of the group (about 10-15ft) but still in the clearing.
(ooc: Yeah, think staying put, unless anyone wants to make a run for it within their 5-minute approach?)
Elrodin stands near Mama Chan and Tulip, not defensively nor aggressively, just protectively; one hand loosely dangling by the hand-crossbow in the holster on his right thigh, the other touching lightly upon the pommel of his basket-hilted saber (rapier). Calmly relaxing his breathing, focusing control, Elrodin keeps his eyes scanning the edges of the clearing.
Perception: 20
(ooc: my first official PbP campaign roll, w00p)
“I’m not that stealthy but I can go ahead to take a look if that would be helpful?”
Kronk grunts and hefts his iron bar, “Darkness times bes good for evil,” he frowns, then, in what could only be seen as fierce anticipation, gives a fangs bared smile. “Bes goodness hunting evil in darkness,” he adds with a soft, for him, chuckle. “No friendly comings maybes.”
Looking around he quickly sizes up the terrain, thinking of how to best use it to advantage should whatever is approaching prove to be hostile. Taking in everyone in a glance he suggests those who fight best from a distance find a sheltered place, if possible.
”Kronk standeding with talking person, make fiercesomeness statue.” He looks at Mama Chan, “Yous bes talker?”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Mama Chan Looks up to Kronk and smiles "Not me dear. I'm more of a proclaimer than a negotiator." She gives a nod of acknowledgement to Elrodin and takes a few steps back "I work better with a little room to evaluate."
My Daily portents are: 20 A 6 and a 10