Ev’alish protests. “A barbarian in the rudimentary sense, but not a savage. I doth neve-”
He hears the scream and immediately shifts focus, grabbing his pike and taking off at a full sprint toward the scream. “Follow, immediately! We doth have missed an intruder!”
Without wasting a minute, Kramyra is on Ev'alish's heels. Oh no, she thinks, how could we have not checked everywhere before letting the villagers go back to their homesteads? What kind of heros are we??
Oh, wait, just a moment: the Nesper were the almost wiped out family... the one with only two orphaned kids left (Yondra age 15 and her brother Sarvin age 11). Khessa had offered them adoption, on the way back to Nightstone. Did they decline? Or did they accept?
If they declined... then, well, I admit they can effectively be in their farm with the intruder.
But if they accepted, things should have gone differently... They should be with Khessa now, instead of at their farm with the intruder. Or, should they have wanted to go to their farm, Khessa, as her new mother, would have accompanied them (at least to know which house was theirs!) and met the intruder with them.
Ev'alish growls, but swallows his urge to rush the goblin. He seems to formulate a plan. "Kramyra, thy sleeping spell worked wonders before. Hide, then cast it. The child and goblin shalt both fall to sleep, and the monster shalt be easily dispatched. If needed, shall I serve as a diversion to its attention?"
“Good thought, but I’m clean out of spell slots… hang on“ She whispers to Eva’lish. She puts back her hood, holds up her paws in a submissive gesture and starts chanting in a soft voice walking towards the goblin attempting to hypnotize him. WIS save of 12 or be charmed
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Khessa quickly positions to the other side, so that the goblin, watching Kramyra coming, can not see her. She simply stays 100' away, so that the goblin, given the commotion, will not be able to hear her; she even does not faces the goblin directly, while intones her spell, so that her voce will not be directed towards the goblin. Even should the goblin turn and spot her, she should just seem a guard that has not drawn the weapons, with her chainmail. It should take only a few moments for her to cast Magic missile while unseen. Then, 3 magical darts of force run at the back of the unsuspecting goblin and strike, breezing near the hostage without touching him
Damage: 11.
The goblin should die before ever knowing what hit him.
(Of course, if Kramyra's charm is quicker and has effect and the goblin releases the hostage, Khessa avoids doing violence, at the moment, and simply goes to the child and conforts him.)
(Note: He is not A CHILD, he is Sarvin, the youngest of my adopted sons! Sarvin is the boy of age 11, the other had to be Yondra, the giri of age 15)
Khessa's heart seems like it is melting: she had just adopted the two children... and the life of her youngest has been at stake already! She is so relieved to have chosen the right course of action...
The blonde warrior-mage takes od her helm while runs to Sarvin and lifts him in her embrace: "It's me, Sarvin, do you recognize me now? It's mom! Are you unhurt, right? That was... well, that was a kind of magic. You know? A mother's love has deep magic in it... That magic came to life and struck down the monster that wad threatening you. Fear not, I will never let some devious creature hurt you or Yondra..."
She also embraces and lifts Yondra, and with that, with Sarvin in the left arm and Yondra in her right, goes to the two friends that came to help.
"Yondra, Sarvin, these are our dear friends Ev'alish and Kramyra. We are lucky to be able to count on them! Thanks, friends, to have come to help us in our time of need! Ev'alish is a dragon that came to protect us. He will do anything to keep us safe. You know? He can also breath ice, like the mightiest of dragons! Kramyra is a mistress of magic! A cat so magic that became part human and able to cast lots of spells. She has been the one that thaught me magic! Maybe one day she will teach that to you also. And friends, those two brave young citizens are my adopted sons. My sons, period, from now on. Yondra and Sarvin"
Ev'alish smiles very warmly, breathing slower now that the threat has been dealt with. Quickly, he retrieves the goblin's body, removes anything valuable, and disposes of it before it gets in the way. He then returns to Khessa and her children, giving the two a warm regard. "Madam Yondra, Master Sarvin, 'tis a pleasure to meet you two! My friends and I will be sure to keep you safe. Along with Kramyra and your mother, thou should know of Gryrim, Kan, and Sorjen. They are reliable friends and will likewise be able to help thee, should thou require it."
He moves closer, and whispers to Khessa: "I am sure thou will be a wonderful family. Thank you for being kind enough to take them in."
He half expected the group to arm the captured guards and give them the duty of escorting the freed prisoners back to Nightstone, leaving the rest to set the smoking trap and finish the remaining goblins. Instead, they all returned. Maybe it was better that way. If the enemies were half as strong as Pojo made them look then it was better to fight at full strength.
It was a silent march from his part, attention divided between walking and keeping guard for an attack from the cave. After so many battles Sorjen doubted the remaining goblins had no idea of their presence and now considering their opportunistic nature it was hard to imagine Hark wouldn’t take his chances in launching an offensive. The group was large, sure, but mostly tired and scared civilians. There was tactical sense in striking. Fortunately, they reached the village without such thing happening.
“As the son of a culture universally known as barbaric and someone who lived and trained for years in a forest, let me say that savagery is not something bad either.”He told amidst Khessa and Ev’alish discussion, while he retrieved the rest of his arrows. “That would be brutality and repel good folk. ‘If they did it with wargs and orcs, imagine what they would do with a humble merchant’ and such thoughts. Criminals would take it for the sign of a lawless land and instead of repelling violence it would attract the really strong and dangerous bandits.”
That much he learned from his time amongst bounty hunters. Khessa acquiesced on removing the grim trophies and soon walked to the home of the kids that she apparently had adopted. The half-elf followed, instinctively moving in stealth. His mind was taken by a sudden feeling. They were surrounded by death, but never before the ranger had felt so much life around him. It was like in the moment he became able to cast spells, but different, stronger. He had not taken time in meditation, but he was feeling stronger. Not only that but he could feel a presence always by his side.
As they arrived in the farm a goblin attacked the older boy and the presence reached for his consciousness. It want to be called into the fight. Sorjen knew the histories about the Conclave and focused his thoughts, calling the spirit residing in his connection with nature. His eyes were shining, platinum in color and his body emanated lighting. As the blonde woman stroke down the attacker lighting raised from the ground, leaving in its place a four feet version of a blue guard drake.
“Yth jahen krathin ekess nar, shar wux tira ti rigluin hesi letoclo.” He says to Khessa, oblivious to the fact that he spoke in another tongue.
@DeltaEdge27:
Ev'alish being a dragonborn would identify the language Sorjen just spoken as a Draconic. The ranger said to Khessa “We were ready to strike, but you didn’t need our help.” while pointing at the small drake by his side. I used this site for refference: https://draconic.twilightrealm.com
"Coi ui wer siofmea batobot selgtarnic. Wux lasau vin norktalii rekisix." Ev'alish replies to Sorjen, with no hint of his broken 'thee and thou' type common. (Translation: "It's the thought that counts. You have summoned an impressive creature.")
He turns to Khessa. "It appears our friend has likewise awakened new power. Doth thou understand the language of dragons? No? Mayhaps it would be best for thee to stay with the common tongue, Sorjen, if thy wishes to be understood by the rest."
Sorjen was confused for a moment when Ev’alish mentioned the language of dragons, then he remembered his training. Moira and many of the more experienced members of the Conclave could not only bring forth drake spirits but communicate with them in Draconic. Some, she once told him, learn the language as one would expect, studying it through books or practice, but some learn through their bond. To think that he would manifest this ability and use it without even noticing.
“I didn’t even notice I was using Draconic.”He admitted looking thankful to Ev'alish and apologetically at Khessa. “I don’t… Didn’t know the language before.” It was the seventh he learned. Sixth, if one weren’t to count common. “This is the second time today I got some new thing. First it was spellcasting, now… What’s your name?”
The ranger asks the drake that looks at him with curiosity in the eyes. It took a moment for the half-elf to think that his bond didn’t understand a language other than Draconic. As soon as he does, he repeat his question in the tongue of dragons.
“I do not have a name.” The drake responds after taking a moment to ponder. “Maybe you should give me one.”
“The Drakewardens tell spirits like you are a manifestation of the bond one have with nature so what do you think of Gwyllt?” Sorjen attempted before asking help from his friends. “It means ‘wild’ in Sylvan.”
“Simple, but fitting. I like it.”
“Now I can speak the tongue of dragons and can call upon a new friend.” The drakewarden says looking to his humanoid companions. “His name is Gwyllt.”
Notes: The speech in italic was said in Draconic. I maintained it in English for easy of understanding to the other players, even if their characters do not speak the language. I used Welsh for Sylvan.
Ev’alish protests. “A barbarian in the rudimentary sense, but not a savage. I doth neve-”
He hears the scream and immediately shifts focus, grabbing his pike and taking off at a full sprint toward the scream. “Follow, immediately! We doth have missed an intruder!”
Without wasting a minute, Kramyra is on Ev'alish's heels. Oh no, she thinks, how could we have not checked everywhere before letting the villagers go back to their homesteads? What kind of heros are we??
Khessa runs to the farm, ready to offer the goblin to surrender... or to join the bodies on the pyre
@DM:
Oh, wait, just a moment: the Nesper were the almost wiped out family... the one with only two orphaned kids left (Yondra age 15 and her brother Sarvin age 11). Khessa had offered them adoption, on the way back to Nightstone. Did they decline? Or did they accept?
If they declined... then, well, I admit they can effectively be in their farm with the intruder.
But if they accepted, things should have gone differently... They should be with Khessa now, instead of at their farm with the intruder. Or, should they have wanted to go to their farm, Khessa, as her new mother, would have accompanied them (at least to know which house was theirs!) and met the intruder with them.
(I have two levels worth of stuff I can ado to my abilities just as soon as we get a single long rest in 😭 )
Kan takes after Eva, albeit begrudgingly.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Ok, it's still run to the farm then!
(It happens to miss things... admittedly, I had written a lot in the "afterbat" posts. On the other hand, so many things I wished Khessa to do...)
Ev'alish growls, but swallows his urge to rush the goblin. He seems to formulate a plan. "Kramyra, thy sleeping spell worked wonders before. Hide, then cast it. The child and goblin shalt both fall to sleep, and the monster shalt be easily dispatched. If needed, shall I serve as a diversion to its attention?"
“Good thought, but I’m clean out of spell slots… hang on“ She whispers to Eva’lish. She puts back her hood, holds up her paws in a submissive gesture and starts chanting in a soft voice walking towards the goblin attempting to hypnotize him. WIS save of 12 or be charmed
Khessa quickly positions to the other side, so that the goblin, watching Kramyra coming, can not see her. She simply stays 100' away, so that the goblin, given the commotion, will not be able to hear her; she even does not faces the goblin directly, while intones her spell, so that her voce will not be directed towards the goblin. Even should the goblin turn and spot her, she should just seem a guard that has not drawn the weapons, with her chainmail. It should take only a few moments for her to cast Magic missile while unseen. Then, 3 magical darts of force run at the back of the unsuspecting goblin and strike, breezing near the hostage without touching him
Damage: 11.
The goblin should die before ever knowing what hit him.
(Of course, if Kramyra's charm is quicker and has effect and the goblin releases the hostage, Khessa avoids doing violence, at the moment, and simply goes to the child and conforts him.)
(Note: He is not A CHILD, he is Sarvin, the youngest of my adopted sons! Sarvin is the boy of age 11, the other had to be Yondra, the giri of age 15)
Khessa's heart seems like it is melting: she had just adopted the two children... and the life of her youngest has been at stake already! She is so relieved to have chosen the right course of action...
The blonde warrior-mage takes od her helm while runs to Sarvin and lifts him in her embrace: "It's me, Sarvin, do you recognize me now? It's mom! Are you unhurt, right? That was... well, that was a kind of magic. You know? A mother's love has deep magic in it... That magic came to life and struck down the monster that wad threatening you. Fear not, I will never let some devious creature hurt you or Yondra..."
She also embraces and lifts Yondra, and with that, with Sarvin in the left arm and Yondra in her right, goes to the two friends that came to help.
"Yondra, Sarvin, these are our dear friends Ev'alish and Kramyra. We are lucky to be able to count on them! Thanks, friends, to have come to help us in our time of need! Ev'alish is a dragon that came to protect us. He will do anything to keep us safe. You know? He can also breath ice, like the mightiest of dragons! Kramyra is a mistress of magic! A cat so magic that became part human and able to cast lots of spells. She has been the one that thaught me magic! Maybe one day she will teach that to you also. And friends, those two brave young citizens are my adopted sons. My sons, period, from now on. Yondra and Sarvin"
Ev'alish smiles very warmly, breathing slower now that the threat has been dealt with. Quickly, he retrieves the goblin's body, removes anything valuable, and disposes of it before it gets in the way. He then returns to Khessa and her children, giving the two a warm regard. "Madam Yondra, Master Sarvin, 'tis a pleasure to meet you two! My friends and I will be sure to keep you safe. Along with Kramyra and your mother, thou should know of Gryrim, Kan, and Sorjen. They are reliable friends and will likewise be able to help thee, should thou require it."
He moves closer, and whispers to Khessa: "I am sure thou will be a wonderful family. Thank you for being kind enough to take them in."
He half expected the group to arm the captured guards and give them the duty of escorting the freed prisoners back to Nightstone, leaving the rest to set the smoking trap and finish the remaining goblins. Instead, they all returned. Maybe it was better that way. If the enemies were half as strong as Pojo made them look then it was better to fight at full strength.
It was a silent march from his part, attention divided between walking and keeping guard for an attack from the cave. After so many battles Sorjen doubted the remaining goblins had no idea of their presence and now considering their opportunistic nature it was hard to imagine Hark wouldn’t take his chances in launching an offensive. The group was large, sure, but mostly tired and scared civilians. There was tactical sense in striking. Fortunately, they reached the village without such thing happening.
“As the son of a culture universally known as barbaric and someone who lived and trained for years in a forest, let me say that savagery is not something bad either.” He told amidst Khessa and Ev’alish discussion, while he retrieved the rest of his arrows. “That would be brutality and repel good folk. ‘If they did it with wargs and orcs, imagine what they would do with a humble merchant’ and such thoughts. Criminals would take it for the sign of a lawless land and instead of repelling violence it would attract the really strong and dangerous bandits.”
That much he learned from his time amongst bounty hunters. Khessa acquiesced on removing the grim trophies and soon walked to the home of the kids that she apparently had adopted. The half-elf followed, instinctively moving in stealth. His mind was taken by a sudden feeling. They were surrounded by death, but never before the ranger had felt so much life around him. It was like in the moment he became able to cast spells, but different, stronger. He had not taken time in meditation, but he was feeling stronger. Not only that but he could feel a presence always by his side.
As they arrived in the farm a goblin attacked the older boy and the presence reached for his consciousness. It want to be called into the fight. Sorjen knew the histories about the Conclave and focused his thoughts, calling the spirit residing in his connection with nature. His eyes were shining, platinum in color and his body emanated lighting. As the blonde woman stroke down the attacker lighting raised from the ground, leaving in its place a four feet version of a blue guard drake.
“Yth jahen krathin ekess nar, shar wux tira ti rigluin hesi letoclo.” He says to Khessa, oblivious to the fact that he spoke in another tongue.
@DeltaEdge27:
Ev'alish being a dragonborn would identify the language Sorjen just spoken as a Draconic. The ranger said to Khessa “We were ready to strike, but you didn’t need our help.” while pointing at the small drake by his side. I used this site for refference: https://draconic.twilightrealm.com
"Coi ui wer siofmea batobot selgtarnic. Wux lasau vin norktalii rekisix." Ev'alish replies to Sorjen, with no hint of his broken 'thee and thou' type common. (Translation: "It's the thought that counts. You have summoned an impressive creature.")
He turns to Khessa. "It appears our friend has likewise awakened new power. Doth thou understand the language of dragons? No? Mayhaps it would be best for thee to stay with the common tongue, Sorjen, if thy wishes to be understood by the rest."
Sorjen was confused for a moment when Ev’alish mentioned the language of dragons, then he remembered his training. Moira and many of the more experienced members of the Conclave could not only bring forth drake spirits but communicate with them in Draconic. Some, she once told him, learn the language as one would expect, studying it through books or practice, but some learn through their bond. To think that he would manifest this ability and use it without even noticing.
“I didn’t even notice I was using Draconic.” He admitted looking thankful to Ev'alish and apologetically at Khessa. “I don’t… Didn’t know the language before.” It was the seventh he learned. Sixth, if one weren’t to count common. “This is the second time today I got some new thing. First it was spellcasting, now… What’s your name?”
The ranger asks the drake that looks at him with curiosity in the eyes. It took a moment for the half-elf to think that his bond didn’t understand a language other than Draconic. As soon as he does, he repeat his question in the tongue of dragons.
“I do not have a name.” The drake responds after taking a moment to ponder. “Maybe you should give me one.”
“The Drakewardens tell spirits like you are a manifestation of the bond one have with nature so what do you think of Gwyllt?” Sorjen attempted before asking help from his friends. “It means ‘wild’ in Sylvan.”
“Simple, but fitting. I like it.”
“Now I can speak the tongue of dragons and can call upon a new friend.” The drakewarden says looking to his humanoid companions. “His name is Gwyllt.”
Notes: The speech in italic was said in Draconic. I maintained it in English for easy of understanding to the other players, even if their characters do not speak the language. I used Welsh for Sylvan.