‘‘Bloody hell, is everyone all right?’’ B asks looking around the room ‘‘Also, did the rest of you have that weird dream?’’ B walks over and touches the obelisk.
B as you touch the Obelisk your childhood like Hocery's comes flooding back to you. Tell us about where you grew up and what your early years were like as everyone experiences it with you.
B grew up on the streets of a busy city stealing what he could to survive. B got into many fights with the other kids over food and places to sleep (hence where all his scars come from) The last thing everyone sees is an orc man smiling at B and walking away with him holding his hand.
‘‘Oh wow..’’ B mutters. He walks over to help Soren retrieve some of his bolts ‘‘Don’t beat yourself up mate. None of us could look at it, some of us just got a little lucky. All that matters is you tried your best and you’re still alive.’’ B pats Soren on the back.
Joree gathers herself, and stands up as she shifts back. "There will be many more chances ahead to prove yourself. This battle suited my skills, mayhaps the next will be better suited for yours." Joree pats Soren on the back, as she steps closer to the obelisk. She stares at it with trepidation. It almost seems like she is more afraid of it than the hulk.
"I'm not sure... I have no idea what will be there, but my heart is beating so quickly. I'm afraid and I don't know why."
She presses her palm into the obelisk.
Joree is holding a sharpened stick, breathing heavily as she crouches in a hollow tree stump. The sounds of the werewolves and werebears clashing outside does not abate. This was her first battle, and she remembers why she was so afraid of this memory.
A werewolf lunges into the stump, teeth gnashing and wild. Joree screams, and plunges the stick into its shoulder. It snaps as the werewolf pins her down. Before she could think, she was already shifted and sinking her teeth into its neck. It writhed and howled as it died, unshifting to reveal a child not much older than Joree. Crawling out of the stump, she spots an opening in the battlefield. As fast as her legs can carry her, she dashes into the forests where she spent the remainder of her childhood on her own.
Being pulled back to the present, she looks down and sighs. "We should rest. We need to be at full strength..."
As he touches the obelisk, images begin to cut in and out.
You see a young boy waiting outside a door. The door opens and a piece of parchment is handed to him. He runs through the streets, making his way through a dark ally to another door. He knocks and hands the parchment to a grizzly liking man. A copper is tossed his way and the boy makes his way back through the backstreets of the city.
The images fade away, and Soren rubs his head with mixed feelings.
(lets gooo)
(GJ that fights pretty tough with disadvantage everywhere, blind fighting ftw here haha)
‘‘Bloody hell, is everyone all right?’’ B asks looking around the room ‘‘Also, did the rest of you have that weird dream?’’ B walks over and touches the obelisk.
"I am fine, but I am starting to remember my own past. It happens when near this obelisk" says Hocerys
While retrieving his bolts, “Sorry, I was pretty useless in that fight.”
B as you touch the Obelisk your childhood like Hocery's comes flooding back to you. Tell us about where you grew up and what your early years were like as everyone experiences it with you.
B grew up on the streets of a busy city stealing what he could to survive. B got into many fights with the other kids over food and places to sleep (hence where all his scars come from) The last thing everyone sees is an orc man smiling at B and walking away with him holding his hand.
‘‘Oh wow..’’ B mutters. He walks over to help Soren retrieve some of his bolts ‘‘Don’t beat yourself up mate. None of us could look at it, some of us just got a little lucky. All that matters is you tried your best and you’re still alive.’’ B pats Soren on the back.
Joree gathers herself, and stands up as she shifts back. "There will be many more chances ahead to prove yourself. This battle suited my skills, mayhaps the next will be better suited for yours." Joree pats Soren on the back, as she steps closer to the obelisk. She stares at it with trepidation. It almost seems like she is more afraid of it than the hulk.
Joree can feel it hum with energy in response as she approaches and stands before it.
‘‘Are you okay mate?’’ B asks walking up next to Joree
(If you have not don’t forget to level up to level 4)
"I'm not sure... I have no idea what will be there, but my heart is beating so quickly. I'm afraid and I don't know why."
She presses her palm into the obelisk.
Joree is holding a sharpened stick, breathing heavily as she crouches in a hollow tree stump. The sounds of the werewolves and werebears clashing outside does not abate. This was her first battle, and she remembers why she was so afraid of this memory.
A werewolf lunges into the stump, teeth gnashing and wild. Joree screams, and plunges the stick into its shoulder. It snaps as the werewolf pins her down. Before she could think, she was already shifted and sinking her teeth into its neck. It writhed and howled as it died, unshifting to reveal a child not much older than Joree. Crawling out of the stump, she spots an opening in the battlefield. As fast as her legs can carry her, she dashes into the forests where she spent the remainder of her childhood on her own.
Being pulled back to the present, she looks down and sighs. "We should rest. We need to be at full strength..."
‘’It seems we’ve all had troubling childhoods, I think your right though. Lets find a safe place to set a camp and rest for a short while.’’
(Soren if you wish to touch the obelisk you may as well too)
The party is currently at a dead end with the obelisk and the corpses inside the vegetation. There are three turns back to the large hall.
Soren pauses for a while and finally places his hand on the obelisk.
Soren please describe your childhood to the group as they experience it with you.
As he touches the obelisk, images begin to cut in and out.
You see a young boy waiting outside a door. The door opens and a piece of parchment is handed to him. He runs through the streets, making his way through a dark ally to another door. He knocks and hands the parchment to a grizzly liking man. A copper is tossed his way and the boy makes his way back through the backstreets of the city.
The images fade away, and Soren rubs his head with mixed feelings.
Joree's brow furrows and she turns to Soren. "That was quite cryptic. Did that have any particular meaning to you?"
“I think that boy was me…” He struggles to remember more, but can’t. He sits down with his hands on his head - his elbows on his knees.