"I'm right there with ya, buddy!" Hardi hefts the head of his hammer onto his shoulders. A bright smile on his face, betrayed only by the dark bags under his eyes. An amulet of the sun in a stained-glass motif hangs from his neck, and serves as proof of his devotion to Pelor. He gives it a quick polishing with the end of his sleeve.
Make your characters, and look for the first post tonight - we begin this evening! Make sure you know how the "dice rolling" works, too.
Couple of other points too - whenever i'm talking as a DM I will use ITALICS. I suggest when you are all in character, do the same.
For those of you that didn't make the cut, no worries - feel free to unsubscribe. There will be more adventures to come.
"See" you tonight!
(OOG I always talk in Italics...lol unless I do Out-of-Game chat like this, then I make it bold. But very glad to join and what time tonight are you thinking and what time zone are you in, Crispy?)
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
I'm in San Diego, so PST. I have a silly full time job that keeps me pretty much busy all day, but if I can I will make the first post today. Tonight for sure. Around 8pm.
(OOG Yeah, my silly job is boring and lets me play on DDB all day :P )
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you all the other day to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days' travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found "something big" and that he'd pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen's Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to "take care of business." You've spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you've just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You've encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
So for today guys, please introduce yourselves to each other, and tell us all how you know Gundren Rockseeker.
After that, since you are all travelling with the wagon, what is the marching order and who's driving, and who is exactly where, etc.
"This road was longer than expected. That's Gundren for you. I met him at a tavern about a year or so back, played him in a game of Dragonchess. Won too. He paid me in drink and tales of long ago dwarven kingdoms." Brugo takes a drink of his waterskin, methodically and deliberately. His movements were timed and slow, so he could take in every moment. This was The Way of the Tusk. His pale green skin glistened with sweat, for he traveled on foot next to the wagon. When asked about it he said it was to keep his mind on the road and the dangers ahead of them. It was really because he didn't like sitting in one place for too long. Complacency leads to trouble, no matter the situation. He learned that the hard way in the war.
His long dark hair was braided, greased up and appearing down his right shoulder. His face was covered with pockmarks and scars. His eyes dark green, piercing yet full of life. He walked with a measured gait, one that took years of practice to get right. One step at a time, a breath for every three. Deliberate. Measured. The Way of the Tusk.
His robes were earthen colors, browns and greens. With a bright orange military standard at his side with a black eagle on it. The standard was frayed, ripped, and burned at the edges. He kept it tight on his waist, the pressure being the constant reminder of what they have lost. What he lost.
((OOG Brugo will be on the left side of the wagon, walking at a brisk pace alongside it.))
"Anyone else know Gundren as I do?" He asked with a curiousness.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Hardi sat in the drivers seat, guiding the horse down the path. His eyes kept darting over to Brugo and especially to the standard he bore. Occasionally he'd catch himself leaning over just a tad too far, causing the horse and cart to list in one direction. "Woah!" He gripped the reigns and pulled the cart back on track, narrowly avoiding tumbling off the beaten path. "Uh..." He cleared his throat and brushed back the mess of sandy blond hair from in front of his face.
Now, Hardi is hardly a lean man. Sure, he's tall-ish, but he's definitely more on the portly side. Even still, his girth hides his strength. His cheeks are chubby and rosy. He often bears a smile to those passing by. Heavy dark bags hang under his eyes, though, betraying a lack of good restful sleep. He just looks tired most of the time, but he attempts to be cheery nonetheless. An amulet of Pelor hangs around his neck on a prayer-beaded necklace. The amulet bears the sun set in a stained-glass motif.
"So uh...I know Gundren, ya know? He supplied Neverwinter's City Watch with our..uh..their armor and weapons. Pretty cool, eh? Yeah, he was cool too, ya know. Sure sure, stout fellow, but really magnetic. So we get to likin' him, ya know? So's we take'em to a bar. Guy's got great stories. We get hammered, ya know. Starts teachin' me Dwarvish. Just wash, rinse-n-repeat for, eh, the next couple'a years." Hardi straightens himself on the drivers seat and gives a sniff, satisfied with his own story.
"Anyway, name's Hardi Dayhammer. Nice to meet ya there, big fella" He gives his best smile and leans over, offering to shake hands with Brugo.
Kyle was out ahead scouting for danger, he knew all to we'll the link between forest and danger. He met Gundren the morning of departure saying: "I to wish to go to Phandalin. I will guide your cart." This was the last thing kyle had said on trip, keeping to himself all day and night. Kyle had insisted he take the longest watch every night so far and wasn't about to stop that, as he knew that these men were now in his care and he would do just that.
First impression, Burgo can hold his own in any situation kyle was sure.
" I only ever met him the once when he hired me. Seemed like a nice enough fella but you know first impressions aren't everything."
Kriv walks on the opposite side to Brugo, keeping an eye on the road ahead. Black scales glinting in the sunlight. Tall even among his own kind the black dragonborn walks with a well trained purpose. Still wearing the colours of his battalion that has long since disbanded.
"Never played Dragonchess myself, never had the mind for that strategy, also chessboards are cumbersome to bring along. Now if it was Three Dragon Ante there'd be no contest there. Probably bleed the dwarf dry of his gold."
The Dragonborn gives a great guttural laugh at the thought of gambling with the patron of this exhibition.
Cedrik is dressed in simple, green clothing and has very tan skin. Cedrik excitedly runs behind the cart. Randomly, he casts prestidigitation to create a shower of sparks, giggling as he runs.
To the group he says, "I'm Cedrik Laughshield. What do you think Gundren found? When he says big, does he mean large or important? I got to know Gundren when I visited Neverwinter on a trip to the library. He asked if an energetic gnome like me would help him. As you can tell, I said yes. It's a little hard to explore on my own being my size. Speaking of games, did anyone bring any or want to play any when we stop for a rest?"
As far as anyone can tell, Cedrik will never run out of words.
Brugo accepts the handshake. "Name is Brugo, Brugo Kureal." He takes his hand back and takes his measured steps. "Pleased to meet and pleasant tidings, friend."
"Has anyone heard the one about the gnome and the Dragonchess game? Seems he was lost, and instead of playing the game he ended up a piece!" Brugo laughs hard at the seemingly unfunny joke."I can teach you the game, Smiles. How to make sure you never become a piece in another's game of war." With that Brugo marches on ahead of the cart. He has that look in his eye, like a memory one can't beat down. The beast festers inside old wounds, as his master was keen on saying.
((OOG In combat, post in turn. Out of combat, you can usually post as you go and see fit. Of course, that ultimately falls on our DM.))
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
You've been on the Triboar Trail for about half a day. As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
"This doesn't bode well." Brugo steps up to the cart and speaks in a hushed voice to Hardi. "Stay close, but stay down. If this is trouble we'll need your Gods help before long." He looks back to the group, "Proceed with caution, horses don't usually lay about with black arrows in their bodies."
He points to his eyes, then the trees. "Vigilance."
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"Yeah you betcha, Brugo... Not lookin' so good up there, eh?" Hardi nods and brings the horse and cart to about 60 feet away from the slain horses. With the cart stopped, Hardi grasps his amulet and offers a quick prayer before scanning the area. Hardi's never been much for book-learnin', but he has decently sharp senses honed from his time in The City Watch.
Hardi looks around for any signs left of who or whatever might have done this.
Cedrik, curious as to what might happen next, goes to the side of the road and casts minor illusion on his space to make it appear that there is only a gnome sized rock in his place. He will then observe the environment around him. He holds his breath in anticipation. He has never seen combat and his party members are anxious.
OOC: Do I need a stealth roll to hide? If so, I'll include one.
"I'm right there with ya, buddy!" Hardi hefts the head of his hammer onto his shoulders. A bright smile on his face, betrayed only by the dark bags under his eyes. An amulet of the sun in a stained-glass motif hangs from his neck, and serves as proof of his devotion to Pelor. He gives it a quick polishing with the end of his sleeve.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
I'm in San Diego, so PST. I have a silly full time job that keeps me pretty much busy all day, but if I can I will make the first post today. Tonight for sure. Around 8pm.
(OOG Yeah, my silly job is boring and lets me play on DDB all day :P )
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
THE ADVENTURE BEGINS.
PART ONE.
In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you all the other day to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days' travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found "something big" and that he'd pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen's Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to "take care of business." You've spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you've just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You've encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
So for today guys, please introduce yourselves to each other, and tell us all how you know Gundren Rockseeker.
After that, since you are all travelling with the wagon, what is the marching order and who's driving, and who is exactly where, etc.
"This road was longer than expected. That's Gundren for you. I met him at a tavern about a year or so back, played him in a game of Dragonchess. Won too. He paid me in drink and tales of long ago dwarven kingdoms." Brugo takes a drink of his waterskin, methodically and deliberately. His movements were timed and slow, so he could take in every moment. This was The Way of the Tusk. His pale green skin glistened with sweat, for he traveled on foot next to the wagon. When asked about it he said it was to keep his mind on the road and the dangers ahead of them. It was really because he didn't like sitting in one place for too long. Complacency leads to trouble, no matter the situation. He learned that the hard way in the war.
His long dark hair was braided, greased up and appearing down his right shoulder. His face was covered with pockmarks and scars. His eyes dark green, piercing yet full of life. He walked with a measured gait, one that took years of practice to get right. One step at a time, a breath for every three. Deliberate. Measured. The Way of the Tusk.
His robes were earthen colors, browns and greens. With a bright orange military standard at his side with a black eagle on it. The standard was frayed, ripped, and burned at the edges. He kept it tight on his waist, the pressure being the constant reminder of what they have lost. What he lost.
((OOG Brugo will be on the left side of the wagon, walking at a brisk pace alongside it.))
"Anyone else know Gundren as I do?" He asked with a curiousness.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Hardi sat in the drivers seat, guiding the horse down the path. His eyes kept darting over to Brugo and especially to the standard he bore. Occasionally he'd catch himself leaning over just a tad too far, causing the horse and cart to list in one direction. "Woah!" He gripped the reigns and pulled the cart back on track, narrowly avoiding tumbling off the beaten path. "Uh..." He cleared his throat and brushed back the mess of sandy blond hair from in front of his face.
Now, Hardi is hardly a lean man. Sure, he's tall-ish, but he's definitely more on the portly side. Even still, his girth hides his strength. His cheeks are chubby and rosy. He often bears a smile to those passing by. Heavy dark bags hang under his eyes, though, betraying a lack of good restful sleep. He just looks tired most of the time, but he attempts to be cheery nonetheless. An amulet of Pelor hangs around his neck on a prayer-beaded necklace. The amulet bears the sun set in a stained-glass motif.
"So uh...I know Gundren, ya know? He supplied Neverwinter's City Watch with our..uh..their armor and weapons. Pretty cool, eh? Yeah, he was cool too, ya know. Sure sure, stout fellow, but really magnetic. So we get to likin' him, ya know? So's we take'em to a bar. Guy's got great stories. We get hammered, ya know. Starts teachin' me Dwarvish. Just wash, rinse-n-repeat for, eh, the next couple'a years." Hardi straightens himself on the drivers seat and gives a sniff, satisfied with his own story.
"Anyway, name's Hardi Dayhammer. Nice to meet ya there, big fella" He gives his best smile and leans over, offering to shake hands with Brugo.
Kyle was out ahead scouting for danger, he knew all to we'll the link between forest and danger. He met Gundren the morning of departure saying: "I to wish to go to Phandalin. I will guide your cart." This was the last thing kyle had said on trip, keeping to himself all day and night. Kyle had insisted he take the longest watch every night so far and wasn't about to stop that, as he knew that these men were now in his care and he would do just that.
First impression, Burgo can hold his own in any situation kyle was sure.
But he could not say the same of Hardi.
" I only ever met him the once when he hired me. Seemed like a nice enough fella but you know first impressions aren't everything."
Kriv walks on the opposite side to Brugo, keeping an eye on the road ahead. Black scales glinting in the sunlight. Tall even among his own kind the black dragonborn walks with a well trained purpose. Still wearing the colours of his battalion that has long since disbanded.
"Never played Dragonchess myself, never had the mind for that strategy, also chessboards are cumbersome to bring along. Now if it was Three Dragon Ante there'd be no contest there. Probably bleed the dwarf dry of his gold."
The Dragonborn gives a great guttural laugh at the thought of gambling with the patron of this exhibition.
Cedrik is dressed in simple, green clothing and has very tan skin. Cedrik excitedly runs behind the cart. Randomly, he casts prestidigitation to create a shower of sparks, giggling as he runs.
To the group he says, "I'm Cedrik Laughshield. What do you think Gundren found? When he says big, does he mean large or important? I got to know Gundren when I visited Neverwinter on a trip to the library. He asked if an energetic gnome like me would help him. As you can tell, I said yes. It's a little hard to explore on my own being my size. Speaking of games, did anyone bring any or want to play any when we stop for a rest?"
As far as anyone can tell, Cedrik will never run out of words.
((OOG This is the first play by post game I've done so let me know if I'm breaking any rules posting again so quickly))
"I have a deck of cards it you're looking to lose a few gold." Kriv says giving Cedrik a huge toothy smile
"I'd rather not if it means I'll lose some money. Nice try though."
Cedrik casts mage hand behind Kriv and has it tap him on the shoulder. He then dismisses it, hardly resisting giggling.
Brugo accepts the handshake. "Name is Brugo, Brugo Kureal." He takes his hand back and takes his measured steps. "Pleased to meet and pleasant tidings, friend."
"Has anyone heard the one about the gnome and the Dragonchess game? Seems he was lost, and instead of playing the game he ended up a piece!" Brugo laughs hard at the seemingly unfunny joke."I can teach you the game, Smiles. How to make sure you never become a piece in another's game of war." With that Brugo marches on ahead of the cart. He has that look in his eye, like a memory one can't beat down. The beast festers inside old wounds, as his master was keen on saying.
((OOG In combat, post in turn. Out of combat, you can usually post as you go and see fit. Of course, that ultimately falls on our DM.))
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Very nice job so far guys!
Kyle, you noticed something up ahead.
You've been on the Triboar Trail for about half a day. As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
Discuss and ask questions.
"This doesn't bode well." Brugo steps up to the cart and speaks in a hushed voice to Hardi. "Stay close, but stay down. If this is trouble we'll need your Gods help before long." He looks back to the group, "Proceed with caution, horses don't usually lay about with black arrows in their bodies."
He points to his eyes, then the trees. "Vigilance."
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"Yeah you betcha, Brugo... Not lookin' so good up there, eh?" Hardi nods and brings the horse and cart to about 60 feet away from the slain horses. With the cart stopped, Hardi grasps his amulet and offers a quick prayer before scanning the area. Hardi's never been much for book-learnin', but he has decently sharp senses honed from his time in The City Watch.
Hardi looks around for any signs left of who or whatever might have done this.
Perception: 7
Of course, those decently sharp senses aren't always 100% reliable.... As such, Hardi will ready his Warhammer in case any danger remains.
While they are examining the dead horses. Kyle slips into the trees on the right of the trail, hopefully without notice.
Stealth: 25
He then quietly draws his bow and nocks an arrow, ready for trouble.
Kriv draws one of his battleaxe, Tallulah and stands guard by the cart, he slowly moves around clockwise keeping eyes on the forest.
Perception : 12
"This forest is full of all sorts, stay alert."
Cedrik, curious as to what might happen next, goes to the side of the road and casts minor illusion on his space to make it appear that there is only a gnome sized rock in his place. He will then observe the environment around him. He holds his breath in anticipation. He has never seen combat and his party members are anxious.
OOC: Do I need a stealth roll to hide? If so, I'll include one.
Perception: 14
Stealth: 20