After a couple unsure steps, Roskin get his feet under him and beelines for the nearest tree. After arriving he drops to his knees and puts a hand on his shoulder to staunch the flow if blood. Through cleached teeth he looks over at Avelyn and says “ Well you know ‘ow to start things off with a bang eh? Looks like we’re gonna have lotsa fun together!”
Avelyn soon found a small clearing in the trees, and decided it was as good a place as any to ruminate on his memory. He sat down, legs crossed, and took off his right gauntlet. The sigil on his palm burned, but he was used to it now. No longer does the Curse harm his flesh. Before, when he first awoke, he would pass out from the pain it dealt to him, but now it was pointless to care for it. He stared into the insignia, trying to recognise the words he could not discern, wondering if the memory had anything to do with it.
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Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
Avelyn, hearing the words of the Ranger, spoke through his own clenched teeth, "I shouldn't have taken this trip, and yet it's given so much already, I can't really say that I want to leave." To him, this place was a paradise of memory, yet to be unlocked through the right keys he had yet to find. All he needed, he thought, was the right key.
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Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
"Not sure what yer goin' on about Grim but I think we better wait and see if our comrades back there catch up or are turned into pincushions by them archers!" Roskin crawls over to Avelyn and readies himself for what might be rushing out of that camp. " I bet our arrival scared the wits outta them sentries, one minute nothing then 'Ding", a couple people appear outta nowhere and start firing at 'em! What Fun! Wish I was a bit close to get a better look at their faces, bet they'll be telling that story to their ganchillens." The halfling starts laughing to himself as he checks his weapons and the use of his arm.
"Then again," He said, standing and putting his gauntlet back on. "This world is a catastrophe. You'd agree with that, wouldn't you?" He turned to Roskin, speaking with a hollow voice. "You may think we're friends, Roskin, but I am no friend of yours. I am your ally, but that is all. After we're done here, and I have my memories, this will have never happened." His voice grew more distasteful for the Halfling, his anger showing through his stress of trying to find where his memories were. He calmed down a little bit, and leaned on a nearby tree. "Got it, Halfling?" He said this with no remorse, not caring about his feelings, and instead cursing the dead. They're the lucky ones after all, for they don't have to be one of the Accursed.
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Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
"Eh" Roskin looks over "Allies , Friends all the same to me right now, 'sides we all got our problems and mine right now is trying to stay alive 'hanks to you!" Shoulders bouncing in laughter he chortles " An' I mean it! Thanks!"
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Avelyn sheathes his longsword and places his shield on his back, still ready to fight in any way possible, but calm enough to know not to fight outnumbered.
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Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTThhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk you. now come with us.
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Helper of Create a World thread/Sedge is Chaotic Neutral/ Mega Yahtzee High: 34, Low: 14/I speak English, je me parle le Francais, agus Labhraim beagan Gaeilge
Helper of Create a World thread/Sedge is Chaotic Neutral/ Mega Yahtzee High: 34, Low: 14/I speak English, je me parle le Francais, agus Labhraim beagan Gaeilge
Once they see your healing potion they take it and drink it, healing the wound. Minus one healing potion. 'Please amble your way over to that tent eventually if that's okay. I belive Captain MacNujgit would like you to be seen in his tent by evening.
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You. You have about 3.5 hours before your deadline for the meeting w/ Captain McNugget MacNujgit
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Roskin reaches into his own pack and offer a healing potion to the guards. “This should help get him on his feet again. Say you wouldn’t know where we are huh? And what you guys are doing out here for? Whats the nearest town? Any dragons about, always wanted to see a dragon.” Roskin looks pleadingly at the lead officer.
After a couple unsure steps, Roskin get his feet under him and beelines for the nearest tree. After arriving he drops to his knees and puts a hand on his shoulder to staunch the flow if blood. Through cleached teeth he looks over at Avelyn and says “ Well you know ‘ow to start things off with a bang eh? Looks like we’re gonna have lotsa fun together!”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Avelyn soon found a small clearing in the trees, and decided it was as good a place as any to ruminate on his memory. He sat down, legs crossed, and took off his right gauntlet. The sigil on his palm burned, but he was used to it now. No longer does the Curse harm his flesh. Before, when he first awoke, he would pass out from the pain it dealt to him, but now it was pointless to care for it. He stared into the insignia, trying to recognise the words he could not discern, wondering if the memory had anything to do with it.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
Avelyn, hearing the words of the Ranger, spoke through his own clenched teeth, "I shouldn't have taken this trip, and yet it's given so much already, I can't really say that I want to leave." To him, this place was a paradise of memory, yet to be unlocked through the right keys he had yet to find. All he needed, he thought, was the right key.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
"Not sure what yer goin' on about Grim but I think we better wait and see if our comrades back there catch up or are turned into pincushions by them archers!" Roskin crawls over to Avelyn and readies himself for what might be rushing out of that camp. " I bet our arrival scared the wits outta them sentries, one minute nothing then 'Ding", a couple people appear outta nowhere and start firing at 'em! What Fun! Wish I was a bit close to get a better look at their faces, bet they'll be telling that story to their ganchillens." The halfling starts laughing to himself as he checks his weapons and the use of his arm.
Loyalty Begets Honour
"Then again," He said, standing and putting his gauntlet back on. "This world is a catastrophe. You'd agree with that, wouldn't you?" He turned to Roskin, speaking with a hollow voice. "You may think we're friends, Roskin, but I am no friend of yours. I am your ally, but that is all. After we're done here, and I have my memories, this will have never happened." His voice grew more distasteful for the Halfling, his anger showing through his stress of trying to find where his memories were. He calmed down a little bit, and leaned on a nearby tree. "Got it, Halfling?" He said this with no remorse, not caring about his feelings, and instead cursing the dead. They're the lucky ones after all, for they don't have to be one of the Accursed.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
Avelyn draws his longsword, and readies it besides Roskin, raising his shield not to protect him, but himself.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
"Eh" Roskin looks over "Allies , Friends all the same to me right now, 'sides we all got our problems and mine right now is trying to stay alive 'hanks to you!" Shoulders bouncing in laughter he chortles " An' I mean it! Thanks!"
Loyalty Begets Honour
At this point, a group of four soldiers, one of which has a splotch of red on his torso come running up to you.
‘Surrender in the name of Cyre or face the conciquinces'
You also see two archers glaring at you from afar.
Helper of Create a World thread/Sedge is Chaotic Neutral/ Mega Yahtzee High: 34, Low: 14/I speak English, je me parle le Francais, agus Labhraim beagan Gaeilge
Dream of Days Lore Bard 9/Wizard 4 Baulder's Gate: Descent to Avernus (In Person/Over Zoom)
Saleadon Morgul Battle Smith Artificer 11 Tyranny of Dragons (In Person/Over Zoom)
Hurtharn Serpti Ghostslayer Blood Hunter 7 Spelljammer (Over Zoom)
Ex Sig
Avelyn, who doesn't feel like 'himself' anymore, awaits Roskin do say something.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
(I look around to gauge the force arrayed against us)
Roskin Raises his hands, "Y'know we didn't mean any real harm, eh? My friend here just thought yous was someone else. Sorry bout that."
Loyalty Begets Honour
Avelyn sheathes his longsword and places his shield on his back, still ready to fight in any way possible, but calm enough to know not to fight outnumbered.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTThhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk you. now come with us.
Helper of Create a World thread/Sedge is Chaotic Neutral/ Mega Yahtzee High: 34, Low: 14/I speak English, je me parle le Francais, agus Labhraim beagan Gaeilge
Dream of Days Lore Bard 9/Wizard 4 Baulder's Gate: Descent to Avernus (In Person/Over Zoom)
Saleadon Morgul Battle Smith Artificer 11 Tyranny of Dragons (In Person/Over Zoom)
Hurtharn Serpti Ghostslayer Blood Hunter 7 Spelljammer (Over Zoom)
Ex Sig
Noticing Avelyn stand down Roskin relaxes a little, this has the unfortunate effect of loosing his tongue too. “Y’know We could help your friend too”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Can you do it now?
At this point they start herding you towards the camp.
Helper of Create a World thread/Sedge is Chaotic Neutral/ Mega Yahtzee High: 34, Low: 14/I speak English, je me parle le Francais, agus Labhraim beagan Gaeilge
Dream of Days Lore Bard 9/Wizard 4 Baulder's Gate: Descent to Avernus (In Person/Over Zoom)
Saleadon Morgul Battle Smith Artificer 11 Tyranny of Dragons (In Person/Over Zoom)
Hurtharn Serpti Ghostslayer Blood Hunter 7 Spelljammer (Over Zoom)
Ex Sig
Once they get into the camp, Avelyn steps back and allows Roskin to do what he pleases, offering his bag, and leaning on a nearby tree.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
Once they see your healing potion they take it and drink it, healing the wound. Minus one healing potion. 'Please amble your way over to that tent eventually if that's okay. I belive Captain MacNujgit would like you to be seen in his tent by evening.
Helper of Create a World thread/Sedge is Chaotic Neutral/ Mega Yahtzee High: 34, Low: 14/I speak English, je me parle le Francais, agus Labhraim beagan Gaeilge
Dream of Days Lore Bard 9/Wizard 4 Baulder's Gate: Descent to Avernus (In Person/Over Zoom)
Saleadon Morgul Battle Smith Artificer 11 Tyranny of Dragons (In Person/Over Zoom)
Hurtharn Serpti Ghostslayer Blood Hunter 7 Spelljammer (Over Zoom)
Ex Sig
[who gets -1 healing potion? Me, since I offered my bag, or Roskin, since they offered to help?]
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
You. You have about 3.5 hours before your deadline for the meeting w/
CaptainMcNuggetMacNujgitHelper of Create a World thread/Sedge is Chaotic Neutral/ Mega Yahtzee High: 34, Low: 14/I speak English, je me parle le Francais, agus Labhraim beagan Gaeilge
Dream of Days Lore Bard 9/Wizard 4 Baulder's Gate: Descent to Avernus (In Person/Over Zoom)
Saleadon Morgul Battle Smith Artificer 11 Tyranny of Dragons (In Person/Over Zoom)
Hurtharn Serpti Ghostslayer Blood Hunter 7 Spelljammer (Over Zoom)
Ex Sig
Roskin reaches into his own pack and offer a healing potion to the guards. “This should help get him on his feet again. Say you wouldn’t know where we are huh? And what you guys are doing out here for? Whats the nearest town? Any dragons about, always wanted to see a dragon.” Roskin looks pleadingly at the lead officer.
Loyalty Begets Honour
https://ddb.ac/characters/44770893/3ngpGQ [Got rid of a healing potion.]
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”