Rawly watched Nemaia walk away and held his tongue. She didn't understand, he wasn't powerful enough. He felt it in his bones, after all he saw in this jungle he was afraid he wouldn't be powerful enough. If his friend wouldn't help him, he would figure it out himself.
Rawly walks off to find the golden dwarf, Ord was his name, wasn't it?
((OOG This is obviously me setting the stage for Rawly to cross-class lol :P Just show him how to magic, Fire! lol :D ))
"...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
Nemaia simply nodded and walked away. She decided to find where his troops spent their off time, resting and eating.
Nemaia joins the company of the group of scouts and hunters of the camp. They are led by Lorsa Bilwatal, a chultan woman, and Wulf Rygor, Breakbone’s longtime friend but currently absent for a scouting mission. Lorsa offers a meal and a drink to Nemaia.
Rawly watched Nemaia walk away and held his tongue. She didn't understand, he wasn't powerful enough. He felt it in his bones, after all he saw in this jungle he was afraid he wouldn't be powerful enough. If his friend wouldn't help him, he would figure it out himself.
Rawly walks off to find the golden dwarf, Ord was his name, wasn't it?
((OOG This is obviously me setting the stage for Rawly to cross-class lol :P Just show him how to magic, Fire! lol :D ))
Ord:" What do you want, tiefling? "The tone of the word "tiefling" was not the best Rawly have ever heard.
Rawly watched Nemaia walk away and held his tongue. She didn't understand, he wasn't powerful enough. He felt it in his bones, after all he saw in this jungle he was afraid he wouldn't be powerful enough. If his friend wouldn't help him, he would figure it out himself.
Rawly walks off to find the golden dwarf, Ord was his name, wasn't it?
((OOG This is obviously me setting the stage for Rawly to cross-class lol :P Just show him how to magic, Fire! lol :D ))
OOC: Maybe you just need to convince me a little more ;)
Nemaia sits with Lorsa and the troops, eating and drinking, sharing stories. Eventually, Nemaia asks, "Tell me of Breakbone. What kind of man is he? Does he normally demand so much of strangers?"
Nemaia sits with Lorsa and the troops, eating and drinking, sharing stories. Eventually, Nemaia asks, "Tell me of Breakbone. What kind of man is he? Does he normally demand so much of strangers?"
When Nemaia asks the question, there is a moment of embarrassment among the soldier, not quite knowing how to answer. Then Lorsa replies:" He has not been always like this. My guess he feels the responsibility of what happened in Camp Righteous. Nobody has ever blamed him, of course, the undead took us by surprise. But he has changed since then. "
"Tell me," Nemaia said, intrigued. "What happened at Camp Righteous?"
Lorna:" What happened is simple. We underestimate the undead force. We thought we could handle the eventual band of zombies. But not dino-zombies. Dozens of them, we did not have even a barricade and a trench. It would have been a massacre if Wulf didn't alert us. We lost the commander for few days after the assault. He came back days later here. As you see him now. "
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Nemaia furled her brow. "He went missing? And returned safely, no injuries?" She thought on this a moment, taking a drink. "That didn't strike you as odd? Were there any signs as to where he'd gone? Does he seem different now?"
OOC: Persuasion 7 fingers crossed for a decent roll.
Nemaia furled her brow. "He went missing? And returned safely, no injuries?" She thought on this a moment, taking a drink. "That didn't strike you as odd? Were there any signs as to where he'd gone? Does he seem different now?"
OOC: Persuasion 1 fingers crossed for a decent roll.
OOC: woooooooooooooooooooooow
Lorna: " He said he found a refuge of the Emerald Enclave. Why should we doubt his words? "
"Mmm." Rawly holds his tongue, he seems to be doing that a lot today. So what if this dwarf has something against his kind, he was going to help him just the same. "Well, I wanted to speak with you about the river trip we are taking tomorrow. I am new to this land and so far have been attacked by multiple hordes of zombies and large flying bugs. We held our own well, but with others falling under our protection, and the protection of Ordo Ursa, I wanted to know your strategy for using the river. Is there something I haven't come across that we should keep an eye out for. Any knowledge you may be able to share will help us get the survivors back to Port safely and unharmed."
He stands tall as he looks at the dwarven warrior, a stoic look on his face, with his cloak billowing behind him dramatically. Like a statue he stands there, waiting for an answer.
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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
"He found a refuge of the Emerald Enclave, but came back alone?" Nemaia was puzzled. "What happened to this refuge? What did he say happened while he was gone?"
"Mmm." Rawly holds his tongue, he seems to be doing that a lot today. So what if this dwarf has something against his kind, he was going to help him just the same. "Well, I wanted to speak with you about the river trip we are taking tomorrow. I am new to this land and so far have been attacked by multiple hordes of zombies and large flying bugs. We held our own well, but with others falling under our protection, and the protection of Ordo Ursa, I wanted to know your strategy for using the river. Is there something I haven't come across that we should keep an eye out for. Any knowledge you may be able to share will help us get the survivors back to Port safely and unharmed."
He stands tall as he looks at the dwarven warrior, a stoic look on his face, with his cloak billowing behind him dramatically. Like a statue he stands there, waiting for an answer.
"Watch out the ptera-****ers", and Ord spits on the ground before continuing, "those reptilian shits like to take you by surprise, diving from the up in the air."
"He found a refuge of the Emerald Enclave, but came back alone?" Nemaia was puzzled. "What happened to this refuge? What did he say happened while he was gone?"
"Most of these refuges are not constantly watched by the Enclave. They leave food and water every now and then, but nobody stays for long. The commander said that he found his way in one of these refuges, waited for few days and found his way back to this camp."
Hellmuth will continue helping Sister Cyas with the sick
"Haffe you heard of ein village called Mbala it is zomevere near zee Aldani Basin, ve haffe offered to help our guide attend to zome business zere."
"A sad story, as many in this jungle forgotten by Helm. The villagers simply vanished one after the other. Nobody knows when and how. I do not know what business you are talking about, but I would ask you to reconsider. That place is cursed."
"Mmm," Rawly answers Ord. "I need every boat outfitted with pikes or halberds. Often success rests on destroying the enemy's ability to attack. The only real defense is an active defense. If we can limit their ability to attack, then we should be fine. Will you be able to assist me in this, or maybe point me in the direction of someone who can assist with this, friend."
The word friend was was hard, but not in a harsh way. Rawly wanted Ord to see him as someone who would help defend his compatriots. They were on the same side, after all.
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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
"Mmm," Rawly answers Ord. "I need every boat outfitted with pikes or halberds. Often success rests on destroying the enemy's ability to attack. The only real defense is an active defense. If we can limit their ability to attack, then we should be fine. Will you be able to assist me in this, or maybe point me in the direction of someone who can assist with this, friend."
The word friend was was hard, but not in a harsh way. Rawly wanted Ord to see him as someone who would help defend his compatriots. They were on the same side, after all.
Ord:"Listen, friend, you do not give orders around here. It is not that I have the weapons to spare anyway. Do not go around the camp bothering my soldiers. Hope we understand each other." That said, Ord leaves to take a meal.
Nemaia gave Lorsa a warm smile. "Thank you for the food and drink. I greatly appreciate it." She gave a slight bow of the head, then went off to find her companions.
Nemaia simply nodded and walked away. She decided to find where his troops spent their off time, resting and eating.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Rawly watched Nemaia walk away and held his tongue. She didn't understand, he wasn't powerful enough. He felt it in his bones, after all he saw in this jungle he was afraid he wouldn't be powerful enough. If his friend wouldn't help him, he would figure it out himself.
Rawly walks off to find the golden dwarf, Ord was his name, wasn't it?
((OOG This is obviously me setting the stage for Rawly to cross-class lol :P Just show him how to magic, Fire! lol :D ))
"...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
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Nemaia sits with Lorsa and the troops, eating and drinking, sharing stories. Eventually, Nemaia asks, "Tell me of Breakbone. What kind of man is he? Does he normally demand so much of strangers?"
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
"Tell me," Nemaia said, intrigued. "What happened at Camp Righteous?"
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Nemaia furled her brow. "He went missing? And returned safely, no injuries?" She thought on this a moment, taking a drink. "That didn't strike you as odd? Were there any signs as to where he'd gone? Does he seem different now?"
OOC: Persuasion 7 fingers crossed for a decent roll.
OOC: woooooooooooooooooooooow
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
OOC: Do I know what the Emerald Enclave is?
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
"Mmm." Rawly holds his tongue, he seems to be doing that a lot today. So what if this dwarf has something against his kind, he was going to help him just the same. "Well, I wanted to speak with you about the river trip we are taking tomorrow. I am new to this land and so far have been attacked by multiple hordes of zombies and large flying bugs. We held our own well, but with others falling under our protection, and the protection of Ordo Ursa, I wanted to know your strategy for using the river. Is there something I haven't come across that we should keep an eye out for. Any knowledge you may be able to share will help us get the survivors back to Port safely and unharmed."
He stands tall as he looks at the dwarven warrior, a stoic look on his face, with his cloak billowing behind him dramatically. Like a statue he stands there, waiting for an answer.
"...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
"He found a refuge of the Emerald Enclave, but came back alone?" Nemaia was puzzled. "What happened to this refuge? What did he say happened while he was gone?"
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Hellmuth will continue helping Sister Cyas with the sick
"Haffe you heard of ein village called Mbala it is zomevere near zee Aldani Basin, ve haffe offered to help our guide attend to zome business zere."
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"Mmm," Rawly answers Ord. "I need every boat outfitted with pikes or halberds. Often success rests on destroying the enemy's ability to attack. The only real defense is an active defense. If we can limit their ability to attack, then we should be fine. Will you be able to assist me in this, or maybe point me in the direction of someone who can assist with this, friend."
The word friend was was hard, but not in a harsh way. Rawly wanted Ord to see him as someone who would help defend his compatriots. They were on the same side, after all.
"...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
"Interesting." Nemaia thought a moment more. "Does he seem like a changed man now?"
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Nemaia gave Lorsa a warm smile. "Thank you for the food and drink. I greatly appreciate it." She gave a slight bow of the head, then went off to find her companions.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?