There arn't no dragons 'round here. They exist but don't live around here. However, there are some weird warforged that we're gearing up to fight soon. They are about fifteen miles that way. The third is keeping them back but it's not lookin' pretty. If ya want to go to Malsefed, thats about a day an a half away that way.
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Nah, you wern't. we're in the middle of nowhere. This is a nice twist of fate. We get some fun before we go on a crusade against those monsters.
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"I've seen dragons." Avelyn chimed in, suddenly perked up by their mention. "They aren't the type you'd think, though. There's Seath the Scaleless, a Paledrake, the Four-winged Archdragon, a Stormdrake, an Archdragon the size of many mountains, a Paledrake-Human Crossbreed, and a King who sought the powers of the Archdragons and got corrupted by their strength and became a Scaleless Paledrake." Avelyn quieted down after listing many a beast from his adventures, and still didn't know how he knew so much about the topic...
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Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
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
Avelyn looks at a small campfire in the encampment and pulls out the broken coiled sword fragment, looking at the campfire longingly. He walks over, pushing some guards out of the way, and tosses the shard into the fire. Out of the fire, an ethereal Coiled Bonfire Sword forms, and Avelyn rests at the newly forged bonfire, getting a long-awaited rest for now.
[BTW, this means I'm going for the day. Meet you guys and gals tomorrow at 8:30 P.M. GMT again.]
“Hmm, never seen em do that b’fore.” Roskin shrugs and looks back at the soldier. “Don’t mind the Grim knight over there, he’ll warm up to you. You sure are forgiving for having just been shot. Guess you guys sure need the help. What’s a wargorged? Some sort of giant worm feeding on dead soldiers or something? And you said there’s a 3rd group of you soldiers out there fighting these strange warriors?” How many more groups you got out there? And you guys here are some kind of alliance right? Mind telling me what you expect a halfling and a dour knight to accomplish?”
A warforged is a fighting machine that knows nothing but harm. We don't know yet what the captains want of you. Probably fighting on the front lines.
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"Ooh, The warforged, I heard o' them walking murder teapots." Roskin warms to the thought. "Y'know I never quite figured out the name though. Were they forged in war, was there some sort of elite metal mage locked in battle with an Animator Sorcerer or something and their magics got all jumbled together and mixed up like some arcane stew. This stew washed over the battlefield and reanimated all the armour into a bunch of ruthless killing bots. Ooor Was some artificer just sitting in his kitchen one day and looked over at his teapot and thought 'I bet I could turn that thing into an 8 foot tall Battle pot'. Did they go rogue or something? Thought they was supposed to be battling Orcs."
Roskin looks around again. "Which ways the Captains tent?"
Avelyn finally wakes from his long-needed rest, and takes off his right gauntlet, reaching into the fire and grasping the coiled sword fragment. He burns his hand in the process, but he's done this many times before. The fragment seems to cool down almost immediately, but is still sending out embers. The campfire it was within goes back to what it once was, and Avelyn places the fragment back into his bag. He places the gauntlet back on his hand, and waits for further instruction. It seems like he feels better, and is ready to adventure again.
Roskin walks into an opening between tents in view of the camp fire where Avelyn is. He pulls a silver coin from his pocket and flips it into the air and catches it. After a brief glance at the coin he turns and walks towards the fire. “Oi Grim! Glad to see you moving again. Any new dreams have you shooting things? Ha I guess not otherwise there’d be more soldiers around ya eh? Well hope you rested enough, one o’them soldiers, thinkin it was the one you shot, said the cap’n may send us to dismantle a buncha killer teapots down the way!”
"Great," Avelyn said, sounding more cheerful than he ever has. "I'll get everything ready then." He walks to the edge of the encampment to grab his back, puts it on his back, and gets ready to go.
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Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
(So being as we were told there was approx. 3.5hrs before needing to meet the captain this would have counted as a short rest? That would mean I could potentially gain back some of my health lost from that first arrow?)
"That's great! Well soon as the soldiers get back I guess we go see the capitan then." Roskin sits next to Avelyn and picks up a piece of wood and starts whittling at it while they wait.
Seeing Roskin chisel away at the wood, Avelyn feels calm. More calm than he ever has... Maybe it's something to do with a memory. Avelyn looks through his bag to pull out the Sunlight Medallion. Once he does, he stares a bit at it, then he closes his eyes and slides down to a sit next to Roskin.
"Maybe I'm thinking a bit too much into this," he states. "but it feels like there's something else here, something out of place. You know?" He asks this, looking at Roskin. Although his face is covered by the helmet, his voice portrays worry, yet calm and understanding misjudgement.
"Eh? Wha's that?" Roskin looks up form his carving. "Outta place? Course there is! We is! Here we are in a camp o'some sorts a short distance from a war against a bunch of murder pots in a timeline that aint our own. You want something outta place look no further than in the mirror." He pulls a small mirror from his pocket and holds it in front of of the knights helmeted face.
Avelyn takes one look at Roskin's mirror, and turns away, a flash of pain throughout his own veins telling him to do so. It's sharp, icy feeling was enough to get Avelyn out of his peaceful, worried trance.
"I-i'm fine," he says, his voice wavering. "thanks anyway, Roskin." He seemed scared, like he saw something far worse than what resided underneath that helmet of his. As if he, a man with enough stoicism to shoot a crossbow at an army, was afraid of his own shadow. "I don't need to look at all. It's not just us that's out of place."
Roskin shrugs and puts it away. "Like what? We been here for a couple hours and most of that time you was meditating in front of the fire there. My shoulder still throbs a bit and....."Roskins head jerks up from his carving, leans over to Avelyns ear, and whispers "Y'know I thought it really odd that this army you shot at so quickly forgive that incident and didn't throw us into a brig or something. They just sorta went 'You nearly killed me after magically appearing in front of our camp so we'll tell you all about our problems and have you fight a battle for us.' That's gotta mean there's something fishy here." Roskin starts looking around at all the soldiers trying to see if they are acting strange in any way.
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There arn't no dragons 'round here. They exist but don't live around here. However, there are some weird warforged that we're gearing up to fight soon. They are about fifteen miles that way. The third is keeping them back but it's not lookin' pretty. If ya want to go to Malsefed, thats about a day an a half away that way.
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)
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“Oh I guess I was talkin’ to much again” puts his pack away.
(I’m off busy for a bit)
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Nah, you wern't. we're in the middle of nowhere. This is a nice twist of fate. We get some fun before we go on a crusade against those monsters.
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
"I've seen dragons." Avelyn chimed in, suddenly perked up by their mention. "They aren't the type you'd think, though. There's Seath the Scaleless, a Paledrake, the Four-winged Archdragon, a Stormdrake, an Archdragon the size of many mountains, a Paledrake-Human Crossbreed, and a King who sought the powers of the Archdragons and got corrupted by their strength and became a Scaleless Paledrake." Avelyn quieted down after listing many a beast from his adventures, and still didn't know how he knew so much about the topic...
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
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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
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 looks at a small campfire in the encampment and pulls out the broken coiled sword fragment, looking at the campfire longingly. He walks over, pushing some guards out of the way, and tosses the shard into the fire. Out of the fire, an ethereal Coiled Bonfire Sword forms, and Avelyn rests at the newly forged bonfire, getting a long-awaited rest for now.
[BTW, this means I'm going for the day. Meet you guys and gals tomorrow at 8:30 P.M. GMT again.]
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
“Hmm, never seen em do that b’fore.” Roskin shrugs and looks back at the soldier. “Don’t mind the Grim knight over there, he’ll warm up to you. You sure are forgiving for having just been shot. Guess you guys sure need the help. What’s a wargorged? Some sort of giant worm feeding on dead soldiers or something? And you said there’s a 3rd group of you soldiers out there fighting these strange warriors?” How many more groups you got out there? And you guys here are some kind of alliance right? Mind telling me what you expect a halfling and a dour knight to accomplish?”
Loyalty Begets Honour
A warforged is a fighting machine that knows nothing but harm. We don't know yet what the captains want of you. Probably fighting on the front lines.
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
"Ooh, The warforged, I heard o' them walking murder teapots." Roskin warms to the thought. "Y'know I never quite figured out the name though. Were they forged in war, was there some sort of elite metal mage locked in battle with an Animator Sorcerer or something and their magics got all jumbled together and mixed up like some arcane stew. This stew washed over the battlefield and reanimated all the armour into a bunch of ruthless killing bots. Ooor Was some artificer just sitting in his kitchen one day and looked over at his teapot and thought 'I bet I could turn that thing into an 8 foot tall Battle pot'. Did they go rogue or something? Thought they was supposed to be battling Orcs."
Roskin looks around again. "Which ways the Captains tent?"
Loyalty Begets Honour
Avelyn finally wakes from his long-needed rest, and takes off his right gauntlet, reaching into the fire and grasping the coiled sword fragment. He burns his hand in the process, but he's done this many times before. The fragment seems to cool down almost immediately, but is still sending out embers. The campfire it was within goes back to what it once was, and Avelyn places the fragment back into his bag. He places the gauntlet back on his hand, and waits for further instruction. It seems like he feels better, and is ready to adventure again.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
Roskin walks into an opening between tents in view of the camp fire where Avelyn is. He pulls a silver coin from his pocket and flips it into the air and catches it. After a brief glance at the coin he turns and walks towards the fire. “Oi Grim! Glad to see you moving again. Any new dreams have you shooting things? Ha I guess not otherwise there’d be more soldiers around ya eh? Well hope you rested enough, one o’them soldiers, thinkin it was the one you shot, said the cap’n may send us to dismantle a buncha killer teapots down the way!”
Loyalty Begets Honour
"Great," Avelyn said, sounding more cheerful than he ever has. "I'll get everything ready then." He walks to the edge of the encampment to grab his back, puts it on his back, and gets ready to go.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
(So being as we were told there was approx. 3.5hrs before needing to meet the captain this would have counted as a short rest? That would mean I could potentially gain back some of my health lost from that first arrow?)
"That's great! Well soon as the soldiers get back I guess we go see the capitan then." Roskin sits next to Avelyn and picks up a piece of wood and starts whittling at it while they wait.
Loyalty Begets Honour
[Blue won't be on for the next 2-3 days. I'm going to guess that hours are a LOT longer here than our worlds.]
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
(So take a long rest and wait for the DM?)
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[Maybe, maybe not. I was just going to tell a bit more into my character while we wait to be told where to go and what to do.]
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
Seeing Roskin chisel away at the wood, Avelyn feels calm. More calm than he ever has... Maybe it's something to do with a memory. Avelyn looks through his bag to pull out the Sunlight Medallion. Once he does, he stares a bit at it, then he closes his eyes and slides down to a sit next to Roskin.
"Maybe I'm thinking a bit too much into this," he states. "but it feels like there's something else here, something out of place. You know?" He asks this, looking at Roskin. Although his face is covered by the helmet, his voice portrays worry, yet calm and understanding misjudgement.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
"Eh? Wha's that?" Roskin looks up form his carving. "Outta place? Course there is! We is! Here we are in a camp o'some sorts a short distance from a war against a bunch of murder pots in a timeline that aint our own. You want something outta place look no further than in the mirror." He pulls a small mirror from his pocket and holds it in front of of the knights helmeted face.
Loyalty Begets Honour
Avelyn takes one look at Roskin's mirror, and turns away, a flash of pain throughout his own veins telling him to do so. It's sharp, icy feeling was enough to get Avelyn out of his peaceful, worried trance.
"I-i'm fine," he says, his voice wavering. "thanks anyway, Roskin." He seemed scared, like he saw something far worse than what resided underneath that helmet of his. As if he, a man with enough stoicism to shoot a crossbow at an army, was afraid of his own shadow. "I don't need to look at all. It's not just us that's out of place."
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
Roskin shrugs and puts it away. "Like what? We been here for a couple hours and most of that time you was meditating in front of the fire there. My shoulder still throbs a bit and....."Roskins head jerks up from his carving, leans over to Avelyns ear, and whispers "Y'know I thought it really odd that this army you shot at so quickly forgive that incident and didn't throw us into a brig or something. They just sorta went 'You nearly killed me after magically appearing in front of our camp so we'll tell you all about our problems and have you fight a battle for us.' That's gotta mean there's something fishy here." Roskin starts looking around at all the soldiers trying to see if they are acting strange in any way.
Loyalty Begets Honour