Rashar gets off from the ground and dusts himself off. When the Dragonborn comes over to heal him, he says, "Thank you, but you shouldn't worry about me, 'tis only a grazing wound. The arrow in your side seems much more severe."
Rashar looks around and sees no more shadows, but he is still cautious. He goes over to the pile of weapons and picks up a rapier, two shortswords, and two daggers just in case.
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Solo Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Playing:
Baral-Coliseum of Conquest, Lazarus Vernon- Tale of Mercenaries;Bernard Lionsbane- Solo Curse of Strahd
Reluctant to admit weakness, Rhogar nods to the half-elf and just pats him on the shoulder instead of healing him. Quietly, Rhogar lets the healing power flow through himself instead.
OOC: Retconn your heals on yourself eh? There is a better place to use them.
A great blue-green portal rips the air open above Rinzak and he's wrenched in from the arena. A cackle of laughter follows from the goblin.
"Better mages want that one...who am I to stop them..." The ashen face goblin says just as the arena fills with another sound.
A war horn! It's loud and piercing sound announces the arrival of who knows what! Each of you panting from the battle look around wildly as more stone giants come to the arena. There's a commotion before a large clap of thunder rumbles the stands before blood curdling scream as lightening strikes in multiple places killing those in its path! Then all of the people in the arena who had shown up for the spectacle quickly start to disappear in pops or flashes of arcane light out of the arena! The goblin perched on the stoned giant seems to be safe and out of reach for most foes and tries to resummons the shackles and chains connecting you together regardless of the distance but his attempt fails as he's overwhelmed by glittering figures...sprites attack him as the clumsy stone giant then cubs him to death as it tries to smash the swarm of pixies!
The arena is quickly over taken by mysterious figures in the same tunics as the wooden pen. Blue, black and white, as well as lavender banners streak across the sky as elves, gnomes, dwarves and all manner of beastfolk swarm the arena attempting to capture those inside! The stone giants quickly cry out for aid but they're far too many beings in overwhelming numbers to fight. Even their great strength is quickly outmatched by sheer numbers!
In a matter of minutes the arena is cleared of foes. Marching down the steps towards the party in gleaming but worn golden armor the faun who scuttled into the dark appears shame faced and approaches you.
"I was a coward but no more. Do you wish freedom from this place? If so come with me," she adds firmly as the goliath smirks at the party a greatsword with fresh blood dripping from it rest across his shoulders.
"None put up much of a fight I'm told save these two..." the goliath says pointing to Aliik and Rashar. "They don't look like much but maybe with some proper training they could be of some use," he adds downing a canteen before tossing it aside. "Move out," he says to the party before he and the faun turn to head out of the blood spattered arena!
OOC: Everyone but Good please roll wisdom saves, elves get advantage.
Rashar watches the faun with caution as she appears in front of him. The horrid dark elves and mind flayer audience was gone now, but replaced by...pixies? And what are dark elves and mind flayers doing above ground anyways? Some forgotten part of his mind insisted those races belonged underground. This was very strange indeed.
Meanwhile, the faun who had looked so scared before stands strong in front of him. What could cause such a change? Never mind. Rashar wanted freedom, and he will take it. He silently follows the Goliath.
His only hope is that he’s not jumping from the frying pan into the fire.
He nods " We were duped. Hired for a job protecting a caravan traveling between two vaguely familiar cities but instead the hobgoblins that 'hired' me as well as other strangers from that tavern in Vanlock are actually slavers. My last clear memory was that you were bound by the hands in a large cart. I easily passed through crossroads without anyone the wiser. I figured the cart by that time must be cloaked with strong illusions magic if it hid you and the strangers in plain sight! Days later the cart then came to rest. It had been a rough track without food or water. Some of you the cart around you look as if they have expired. There were roughly eight figures in the cart. The hobgoblins argued next then blackness. You heard their raised voices but did not understand their words you then awoke in another cage. we all woke up then."
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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.
Aliik clicks his beak, a shocked expression on his face. "Slavers!" he exclaims, as if personally offended by the notion. "I--I don't even know what to say," he stutters, still trying to wrack his own brain for any memories, but still coming up blank. It's unsettling, especially for someone used to relying on their mind to remember details. He eyes Kyrian warily for a long moment, his feathers ruffling before he sighs and smooths them, shifting his wings. "Aliik," he repeats the name, though it comes out sounding more like whistles and clicks than Common; he has no attachment to it that he can feel, but well. "It will do as well as anything else, I suppose," he settles on.
Everything is already so strange, this may as well be true. "How do you remember," he asks along with the others, leaning slightly towards Kyrian, his head cocking just a little to the side. Perhaps the elf could tell the rest of them how to recall their lives; he would like to know what he's lost, why he knows how to move his body the way he does, who he is beyond a name.
"Now I have a name and a sword. That is more than I had at the start of the day," Rhogar says. "That is good."
"The shadows and giants are gone. That is good."
"I say we follow the faun. She is good."
That much talking and thinking takes it's toll on Rhogar. He adjusts his sword, looks around wistfully for some armor and walks after the faun and goliath.
Aliik turns his attention to Rhogar, blinking at his words. "Well, you do have a point," he admits, turning to follow after the Dragonborn. He loosens his grip on the quarterstaff a little, using it more as a walking aid now that there is no more immediate danger. "Silver linings, and all, I suppose," he muses, mostly to himself.
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Mirion just raises his shield and sword as the horn blasts, there was no telling what was about to happen. He just kept his focus looking around for anything that might cause trouble or pop out to surprise them. He just watches stunned as the events unfold, not sure if those who have taken down the giants are friend or foe. When the faun steps forward he breathes a sigh of relief at her words “Gladly take freedom if that’s what you’re offering.” he walks over looking for a sheath for the scimitar to attach to his belt.
As Kyrian begins to recount what happened he just listens, and then he begins to speak their names. “What about mine? Do you know mine?” he asks, a tinge of hope in his voice.
Aliik suddenly gets a flash of his past, then a deluge of memories as the story Kyrain has said s true. You are Aliik and you know your past.
OOC: Everyone else, save Good, is still foggy on your memories. Player knowledge: I'll say for flavor and it to make sense Aliik and Kryain were traveling companions longer than the rest of the party. To further explained what your PC 'forgot' on top of their pasts was your time before being captured and after your backstory. Hired by hobgoblins, part of the regular beastfolk races that are normal here, to travel with a caravan from the port city of Vanlock to the interior of the continent. That's all the info you were given and the pay was a heft sum. 1000 GP per sworn sword.
"Yes, please we must go," the faun calls again to the lingering party as she jogs up the arena steps while the goliath positions himself between the party following at the faun.
The pixies seem to glitter about her as if in a protective shield around the faun. The party advances into the evening as the force that arrived to release the faun and her companions head towards a series of large portals that seemed to open after a symbol is invoked in the air.
"Everything will be explained soon," the faun says looking over the party. "My name is Henwyn and this is Iwan," she gestures at the goliath.
Henwyn then urges the goliath through the portal and the large man jogs in as she looks back at the party with a soft expression.
"Come," she says as the party looks through the portal they see a distance silvery stone towers in a red-orange skyline. The land ahead is a sea of purple grasses and oddly shaped as well as colored trees.
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Rashar gets off from the ground and dusts himself off. When the Dragonborn comes over to heal him, he says, "Thank you, but you shouldn't worry about me, 'tis only a grazing wound. The arrow in your side seems much more severe."
Rashar looks around and sees no more shadows, but he is still cautious. He goes over to the pile of weapons and picks up a rapier, two shortswords, and two daggers just in case.
(Is combat over?)
DMing:
Solo Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Playing:
Baral- Coliseum of Conquest, Lazarus Vernon- Tale of Mercenaries; Bernard Lionsbane- Solo Curse of Strahd
Reluctant to admit weakness, Rhogar nods to the half-elf and just pats him on the shoulder instead of healing him. Quietly, Rhogar lets the healing power flow through himself instead.
(OOC:Lay On Hands - 5 points)
OOC: Retconn your heals on yourself eh? There is a better place to use them.
A great blue-green portal rips the air open above Rinzak and he's wrenched in from the arena. A cackle of laughter follows from the goblin.
"Better mages want that one...who am I to stop them..." The ashen face goblin says just as the arena fills with another sound.
A war horn! It's loud and piercing sound announces the arrival of who knows what! Each of you panting from the battle look around wildly as more stone giants come to the arena. There's a commotion before a large clap of thunder rumbles the stands before blood curdling scream as lightening strikes in multiple places killing those in its path! Then all of the people in the arena who had shown up for the spectacle quickly start to disappear in pops or flashes of arcane light out of the arena! The goblin perched on the stoned giant seems to be safe and out of reach for most foes and tries to resummons the shackles and chains connecting you together regardless of the distance but his attempt fails as he's overwhelmed by glittering figures...sprites attack him as the clumsy stone giant then cubs him to death as it tries to smash the swarm of pixies!
The arena is quickly over taken by mysterious figures in the same tunics as the wooden pen. Blue, black and white, as well as lavender banners streak across the sky as elves, gnomes, dwarves and all manner of beastfolk swarm the arena attempting to capture those inside! The stone giants quickly cry out for aid but they're far too many beings in overwhelming numbers to fight. Even their great strength is quickly outmatched by sheer numbers!
In a matter of minutes the arena is cleared of foes. Marching down the steps towards the party in gleaming but worn golden armor the faun who scuttled into the dark appears shame faced and approaches you.
"I was a coward but no more. Do you wish freedom from this place? If so come with me," she adds firmly as the goliath smirks at the party a greatsword with fresh blood dripping from it rest across his shoulders.
"None put up much of a fight I'm told save these two..." the goliath says pointing to Aliik and Rashar. "They don't look like much but maybe with some proper training they could be of some use," he adds downing a canteen before tossing it aside. "Move out," he says to the party before he and the faun turn to head out of the blood spattered arena!
OOC: Everyone but Good please roll wisdom saves, elves get advantage.
Wisdom save: 23
Aliik mostly looks confused, clutching his quarterstaff to himself. He follows after the goliath, though, not wanting to be left behind.
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20
Kyrian doesn't look happy, especially at the Goliaths jibe, but he follows.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Rashar watches the faun with caution as she appears in front of him. The horrid dark elves and mind flayer audience was gone now, but replaced by...pixies? And what are dark elves and mind flayers doing above ground anyways? Some forgotten part of his mind insisted those races belonged underground. This was very strange indeed.
Meanwhile, the faun who had looked so scared before stands strong in front of him. What could cause such a change? Never mind. Rashar wanted freedom, and he will take it. He silently follows the Goliath.
His only hope is that he’s not jumping from the frying pan into the fire.
Wisdom Save: 20
DMing:
Solo Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Playing:
Baral- Coliseum of Conquest, Lazarus Vernon- Tale of Mercenaries; Bernard Lionsbane- Solo Curse of Strahd
Wisdom Save: 12
almost as if he had forgotten something , Kyrian stops abruptly. "I....I remember."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Rashar blinks.
“Remember what? Who you are? Do you know about our past as well?”
DMing:
Solo Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Playing:
Baral- Coliseum of Conquest, Lazarus Vernon- Tale of Mercenaries; Bernard Lionsbane- Solo Curse of Strahd
He nods " We were duped. Hired for a job protecting a caravan traveling between two vaguely familiar cities but instead the hobgoblins that 'hired' me as well as other strangers from that tavern in Vanlock are actually slavers. My last clear memory was that you were bound by the hands in a large cart. I easily passed through crossroads without anyone the wiser. I figured the cart by that time must be cloaked with strong illusions magic if it hid you and the strangers in plain sight! Days later the cart then came to rest. It had been a rough track without food or water. Some of you the cart around you look as if they have expired. There were roughly eight figures in the cart. The hobgoblins argued next then blackness. You heard their raised voices but did not understand their words you then awoke in another cage. we all woke up then."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Rashar stares at the elf, his mouth agape, incredulous.
“But..how do you remember? And why don’t I remember any of this?”
Rashar can’t believe it. He tries to discern any deception from the elf. Insight: 18
(OOC: Wait, did the DM tell you this?)
DMing:
Solo Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Playing:
Baral- Coliseum of Conquest, Lazarus Vernon- Tale of Mercenaries; Bernard Lionsbane- Solo Curse of Strahd
Rhogar doesn't like any of this. It makes no sense. Trust a hobgoblin?
He looks to the elf.
"Do you know your name? Our names?"
"I am Kyrian. you are...Rhogar, I think. I can't remember all of them. the bird is Aliik"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Aliik clicks his beak, a shocked expression on his face. "Slavers!" he exclaims, as if personally offended by the notion. "I--I don't even know what to say," he stutters, still trying to wrack his own brain for any memories, but still coming up blank. It's unsettling, especially for someone used to relying on their mind to remember details. He eyes Kyrian warily for a long moment, his feathers ruffling before he sighs and smooths them, shifting his wings. "Aliik," he repeats the name, though it comes out sounding more like whistles and clicks than Common; he has no attachment to it that he can feel, but well. "It will do as well as anything else, I suppose," he settles on.
Everything is already so strange, this may as well be true. "How do you remember," he asks along with the others, leaning slightly towards Kyrian, his head cocking just a little to the side. Perhaps the elf could tell the rest of them how to recall their lives; he would like to know what he's lost, why he knows how to move his body the way he does, who he is beyond a name.
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"I dont know. I just remember."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Now I have a name and a sword. That is more than I had at the start of the day," Rhogar says. "That is good."
"The shadows and giants are gone. That is good."
"I say we follow the faun. She is good."
That much talking and thinking takes it's toll on Rhogar. He adjusts his sword, looks around wistfully for some armor and walks after the faun and goliath.
Rashar has been left with more questions than before. He wants to trust the elf, but without any memories of his own it’s difficult.
“Maybe I will remember later?” Rashar follows the group.
DMing:
Solo Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Playing:
Baral- Coliseum of Conquest, Lazarus Vernon- Tale of Mercenaries; Bernard Lionsbane- Solo Curse of Strahd
Aliik turns his attention to Rhogar, blinking at his words. "Well, you do have a point," he admits, turning to follow after the Dragonborn. He loosens his grip on the quarterstaff a little, using it more as a walking aid now that there is no more immediate danger. "Silver linings, and all, I suppose," he muses, mostly to himself.
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Mirion just raises his shield and sword as the horn blasts, there was no telling what was about to happen. He just kept his focus looking around for anything that might cause trouble or pop out to surprise them. He just watches stunned as the events unfold, not sure if those who have taken down the giants are friend or foe. When the faun steps forward he breathes a sigh of relief at her words “Gladly take freedom if that’s what you’re offering.” he walks over looking for a sheath for the scimitar to attach to his belt.
As Kyrian begins to recount what happened he just listens, and then he begins to speak their names. “What about mine? Do you know mine?” he asks, a tinge of hope in his voice.
(OOC: Wisdom save: 13)
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Aliik suddenly gets a flash of his past, then a deluge of memories as the story Kyrain has said s true. You are Aliik and you know your past.
OOC: Everyone else, save Good, is still foggy on your memories. Player knowledge: I'll say for flavor and it to make sense Aliik and Kryain were traveling companions longer than the rest of the party. To further explained what your PC 'forgot' on top of their pasts was your time before being captured and after your backstory. Hired by hobgoblins, part of the regular beastfolk races that are normal here, to travel with a caravan from the port city of Vanlock to the interior of the continent. That's all the info you were given and the pay was a heft sum. 1000 GP per sworn sword.
"Yes, please we must go," the faun calls again to the lingering party as she jogs up the arena steps while the goliath positions himself between the party following at the faun.
The pixies seem to glitter about her as if in a protective shield around the faun. The party advances into the evening as the force that arrived to release the faun and her companions head towards a series of large portals that seemed to open after a symbol is invoked in the air.
"Everything will be explained soon," the faun says looking over the party. "My name is Henwyn and this is Iwan," she gestures at the goliath.
Henwyn then urges the goliath through the portal and the large man jogs in as she looks back at the party with a soft expression.
"Come," she says as the party looks through the portal they see a distance silvery stone towers in a red-orange skyline. The land ahead is a sea of purple grasses and oddly shaped as well as colored trees.