Ape Brock walks forward to uneven before releasing his spell. Returning him and Yashin to their true forms.
“Hello, Brock Ironhide is the name adventuring is the game,” he says.
(Umeven, Kallandra, and Grishkar you may roll history checks if you want. Cause this probably the first time you heard Brock mention his full name. Everybody else knows more of Brock’s Backstory.)
Ape Brock walks forward to uneven before releasing his spell. Returning him and Yashin to their true forms.
“Hello, Brock Ironhide is the name adventuring is the game,” he says.
(Umeven, Kallandra, and Grishkar you may roll history checks if you want. Cause this probably the first time you heard Brock mention his full name. Everybody else knows more of Brock’s Backstory.)
Yashin returns to his normal form, then promptly bends over and throws up his breakfast. “That was impressive, such raw power. But a little unsettling, how about a little warning next time? Another follower of the elf, let’s hope he is not as stuck up as the last” he grins at Brock and turns to face Umeven, eyeing the arrows sticking out of the Trolls. “Greetings, I am Yashin, humble servant of the Storm Lord. Your arrival was well-timed, the gods truly favor us. What do you know about what we seek?”
Umeven gestures broadly with his hands and pauses for dramatic effect. “Nothing.”
“Larethian works in mysterious ways… too mysterious at times. It generally works out in the end, so I figured I’ll go where I’m sent and catch up on the details as we go. And I’ve been sent here. So feel free to catch me up, and you’ll find that you now have the fastest hands and sharpest eyes within a thousand miles at your service. Nothing like the magic you all are masters of, but not all problems must be solved by magic. Although I will admit to a curiosity for how it’s done.”
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Kallandra lands near the newcomer, dismissing the fire elemental with a word of thanks, though she well knows it hates her. Brock Ironside...hmm...does that ring a bell?
History 10+1
She eyes the new elf curiously, a bit suspiciously. "Kallandra al'Tithra," she says in elvish with a nod, the force of her personality vying with the beauty of her form. Switching back to common, she continues, "Don't mind Ssej," she hooks a thumb at the lizardman, "we have philosophical differences on the use of murder to solve problems."
“I have warned you before, I told you I turn a demon into a rabbit, and I told you I going to cast something on you. Plus I thought you would enjoy it if I left a bit of mystery of what was going to happen,” says Brock with a mighty chuckle as he pats the puking Goliath.
(Kallandra you heard the name Ironhide before. It is the last name of a famous adventurer dwarf. But you don’t think the Dwarf’s first name was Brock.)
“Murder has its place, for sure. Orcs, for instance. Ought to strangle the whole lot in their cribs.” Umeven shakes his head as though troubled this doesn’t happen more often.
Kallandra shakes her head sadly. "There's never a place for murder. Killing, yes. Murder, no." She turns to Brock. "Are you related to the famous adventuring dwarf. I can't recall the first name but the last name was Ironhide."
Ape Brock walks forward to uneven before releasing his spell. Returning him and Yashin to their true forms.
“Hello, Brock Ironhide is the name adventuring is the game,” he says.
(Umeven, Kallandra, and Grishkar you may roll history checks if you want. Cause this probably the first time you heard Brock mention his full name. Everybody else knows more of Brock’s Backstory.)
((History check: 13))
"Murder is a matter of perspective. We just murdered trolls and you had no qualms about it."
Grishkar looks over the newcomer from within his clustered posse, "Hmm. Another one..."
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
“Ha! Doesn’t matter too much to the Trolls, they are just as dead, no matter what you call it.” Yashin barks out a short laugh, then turns to face Umeven.
“Nothing? Then you know almost as much as the rest of us. We head south, looking for some artifact. We don’t know what we seek or where it is located, and we are in a race to get there. Your eyes and hands will come in handy. Come, let’s gather what we can from this field and continue south.” He slaps a meaty hand on the newcomer’s back then moves to help Ssej gather what he can from the bodies.
(Grishkar you know that Tork Ironhide is a famous Dwarven adventurer whose name was everyone’s lips. You also heard he had a son who was also an adventurer though you don’t know the name of them)
”Must be speaking of my father, everybody seems to know good old Tork,” says Brock with what appears to envy.
”Now, now, while I don’t have a particular fondness of orcs, not everyone one of them is a bad bloke. Plus I’m not going out of my way to go kill someone. Live and let live, till someone pulls out a knife,” says Brock walking back towards the wagon.
Moving to his horse Ssej chimes in, after searching the trolls, "Death iss death no matter how you get there."
Once mounted, "Are we ready to move on? We do have a bit more travel to do to reach our desstination." Ssej says as he slowly moves his horse back down the trail.
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“I’m happy to move on. And I’ll keep my eyes on the horizon for anymore of those trolls.” Umeven readjusts his eyewear and settles into a patrol pattern to watch for trouble closing in as we travel.
Moving to his horse Ssej chimes in, after searching the trolls, "Death iss death no matter how you get there."
Kallandra nods, "True enough, Ssej, true enough." She turns to Brock, though she keeps her eyes and ears peeled as she mounts her horse and puts her broom back in its place.
"So, tell me about your father? I've heard some stories but what's the truth?"
"Ichika Miyamoto." Ichika introduces herself to the newcomer. She closes her fist and her palm in front of her in greeting, her glaive is still flaming in her hand, the firelight making her eyes glow. She lowers her eyes and mutters a short word and the fire goes out. "I'm glad to have you join us." She says, then nods to Brock, to get back on their road again.
“Ichiko, it’s good indeed. You all… amaze me. Power flows through each of you so clearly, it’s a bit humbling. Although, perhaps it is good to be humble. Humility teaches a being to be clever, quick, and appropriately fearful.”
Is anyone else mounted or is this a bunch of folks on foot?
((Grishk has a wagon and skeletal warhorse. There are also 6 heavily clothed figured following him that look like lepers. They are TOTALLY NOT DISGUISED ZOMBIES...))
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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Ape Brock walks forward to uneven before releasing his spell. Returning him and Yashin to their true forms.
“Hello, Brock Ironhide is the name adventuring is the game,” he says.
(Umeven, Kallandra, and Grishkar you may roll history checks if you want. Cause this probably the first time you heard Brock mention his full name. Everybody else knows more of Brock’s Backstory.)
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Umeven (or Naero is fine) History 15
Paladin - warforged - orange
Yashin returns to his normal form, then promptly bends over and throws up his breakfast. “That was impressive, such raw power. But a little unsettling, how about a little warning next time? Another follower of the elf, let’s hope he is not as stuck up as the last” he grins at Brock and turns to face Umeven, eyeing the arrows sticking out of the Trolls. “Greetings, I am Yashin, humble servant of the Storm Lord. Your arrival was well-timed, the gods truly favor us. What do you know about what we seek?”
Umeven gestures broadly with his hands and pauses for dramatic effect. “Nothing.”
“Larethian works in mysterious ways… too mysterious at times. It generally works out in the end, so I figured I’ll go where I’m sent and catch up on the details as we go. And I’ve been sent here. So feel free to catch me up, and you’ll find that you now have the fastest hands and sharpest eyes within a thousand miles at your service. Nothing like the magic you all are masters of, but not all problems must be solved by magic. Although I will admit to a curiosity for how it’s done.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Kallandra lands near the newcomer, dismissing the fire elemental with a word of thanks, though she well knows it hates her. Brock Ironside...hmm...does that ring a bell?
History 10+1
She eyes the new elf curiously, a bit suspiciously. "Kallandra al'Tithra," she says in elvish with a nod, the force of her personality vying with the beauty of her form. Switching back to common, she continues, "Don't mind Ssej," she hooks a thumb at the lizardman, "we have philosophical differences on the use of murder to solve problems."
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
(Umeven you heard of the last name Ironhide before, but you don’t remember when or why)
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
“I have warned you before, I told you I turn a demon into a rabbit, and I told you I going to cast something on you. Plus I thought you would enjoy it if I left a bit of mystery of what was going to happen,” says Brock with a mighty chuckle as he pats the puking Goliath.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
(Kallandra you heard the name Ironhide before. It is the last name of a famous adventurer dwarf. But you don’t think the Dwarf’s first name was Brock.)
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
“Murder has its place, for sure. Orcs, for instance. Ought to strangle the whole lot in their cribs.” Umeven shakes his head as though troubled this doesn’t happen more often.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Kallandra shakes her head sadly. "There's never a place for murder. Killing, yes. Murder, no." She turns to Brock. "Are you related to the famous adventuring dwarf. I can't recall the first name but the last name was Ironhide."
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
((History check: 13))
"Murder is a matter of perspective. We just murdered trolls and you had no qualms about it."
Grishkar looks over the newcomer from within his clustered posse, "Hmm. Another one..."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kallandra laughs, long and deep. "This was killing though I'm not surprised you see it all the same." She turns back to Brock expectantly.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
“Ha! Doesn’t matter too much to the Trolls, they are just as dead, no matter what you call it.” Yashin barks out a short laugh, then turns to face Umeven.
“Nothing? Then you know almost as much as the rest of us. We head south, looking for some artifact. We don’t know what we seek or where it is located, and we are in a race to get there. Your eyes and hands will come in handy. Come, let’s gather what we can from this field and continue south.” He slaps a meaty hand on the newcomer’s back then moves to help Ssej gather what he can from the bodies.
(Grishkar you know that Tork Ironhide is a famous Dwarven adventurer whose name was everyone’s lips. You also heard he had a son who was also an adventurer though you don’t know the name of them)
”Must be speaking of my father, everybody seems to know good old Tork,” says Brock with what appears to envy.
”Now, now, while I don’t have a particular fondness of orcs, not everyone one of them is a bad bloke. Plus I’m not going out of my way to go kill someone. Live and let live, till someone pulls out a knife,” says Brock walking back towards the wagon.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Moving to his horse Ssej chimes in, after searching the trolls, "Death iss death no matter how you get there."
Once mounted, "Are we ready to move on? We do have a bit more travel to do to reach our desstination." Ssej says as he slowly moves his horse back down the trail.
“I’m happy to move on. And I’ll keep my eyes on the horizon for anymore of those trolls.” Umeven readjusts his eyewear and settles into a patrol pattern to watch for trouble closing in as we travel.
perception 25
Paladin - warforged - orange
Kallandra nods, "True enough, Ssej, true enough." She turns to Brock, though she keeps her eyes and ears peeled as she mounts her horse and puts her broom back in its place.
"So, tell me about your father? I've heard some stories but what's the truth?"
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
"Ichika Miyamoto." Ichika introduces herself to the newcomer. She closes her fist and her palm in front of her in greeting, her glaive is still flaming in her hand, the firelight making her eyes glow. She lowers her eyes and mutters a short word and the fire goes out. "I'm glad to have you join us." She says, then nods to Brock, to get back on their road again.
“Ichiko, it’s good indeed. You all… amaze me. Power flows through each of you so clearly, it’s a bit humbling. Although, perhaps it is good to be humble. Humility teaches a being to be clever, quick, and appropriately fearful.”
Is anyone else mounted or is this a bunch of folks on foot?
Paladin - warforged - orange
((Grishk has a wagon and skeletal warhorse. There are also 6 heavily clothed figured following him that look like lepers. They are TOTALLY NOT DISGUISED ZOMBIES...))
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero