Argyle had stopped. He watched the others attempt to communicate with Fhionn, and despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to cut her down, he waited silently (if a bit sullenly) to see what came of it. An idea, although one he nearly wretched at, began to form in his mind and stubbornly refused to leave.
(( Argyle is doing nothing this turn, except taking the Dodge action and waiting to see if the conflict remains verbal--mainly so as to gauge Rhionn's leanings. Depending on her behavior, he will act appropriately next turn. ))
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(Sorry, I've been dealing with a cold my daughter thoughtfully gave me for New Year's)
Seeing some life return to the witch-queen's eyes, Valor tries reason again. Holding the ancient sword out, he says, "Queen Fhionn, is this what you want forever? Stealing the souls of children and continuing this cycle of pain? Renewing your own pain again and again? Break the cycle, end this killing!"
Thatch looks up from his place on the altar and makes eye contact with Erkiss, their goblin friend from the forest. He is about to hiss at him to do something, anything as a distraction, but as Syr Valor speaks to the witch, Thatch simply holds up one finger, telling Erkiss to wait to see how the witch responds.
(Apologies for the delay, I am also fighting sickness to start out the new year).
Argyle had stopped. He watched the others attempt to communicate with Fhionn, and despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to cut her down, he waited silently (if a bit sullenly) to see what came of it. An idea, although one he nearly wretched at, began to form in his mind and stubbornly refused to leave.
Seeing some life return to the witch-queen's eyes, Valor tries reason again. Holding the ancient sword out, he says, "Queen Fhionn, is this what you want forever? Stealing the souls of children and continuing this cycle of pain? Renewing your own pain again and again? Break the cycle, end this killing!"
Thatch looks up from his place on the altar and makes eye contact with Erkiss, their goblin friend from the forest. He is about to hiss at him to do something, anything as a distraction, but as Syr Valor speaks to the witch, Thatch simply holds up one finger, telling Erkiss to wait to see how the witch responds.
The ghostly figure turns her pale eyes to the blade as she attends Sir Valors words. She stares at it, and a frown creases her smooth brow. The storm outside seems to hold its breath.
Queen Fhionn stretches out her arms to reveal intricate patterns of scars on her ivory skin. She looks from them to the sigils which adorn the sides of the ancient altar stone. The marks are the same on the stone, on her arms, on the sword.
“That monster was yours?” she whispers to the stone.
“You helped him take my child?”
She slumps against the altar. And then grief turns to rage.
Fhionn begins to grow. The flowing samite robe becomes a tattered shroud. The lithe form stretches and warps. The sculptured face becomes a rictus death mask
Suddenly her form dissembles entirely into a roiling mass of thick black smoke which rolls up and across the ceiling like tumbling grave dirt before fading completely from sight. You hear the sound of earthenware shattering as the jar falls to the ground and moments later dozens of similar sounds as every sealed clay jar shatters releasing tiny blue motes into the air which drift up towards and through the ceiling. The blue mote over the altar dances back towards and through the window, darting past Hotspurs ear....he swears he hears a tiny childish giggle as it does so.
The men struck by Morseths spell suddenly erupt in screams of anguish as they desperately claw at their liquiescing flesh, rolling about on the ground in agony. Others of the thralls, those in ancient plaid and bronze, simply smile blissfully before crumbling to dust before your eyes, finally released.
Sir Olvar tumbles forward, collapsing to one knee, " Whats happening? Where am I?"
As he does so dust and chalk begin to rain down from above as the entire ' house' begins collapsing ....
"It worked," said Argyle in a near-whisper as Fhionn disappeared and the motes floated away. Then the screaming began, and he gripped his swords tightly as he eyed each of the dying men in turn, before finally watching Sir Olivar come to his senses.
"Sir!" The bondsman sheathed his blades and stepped towards Olivar to help him stand, getting him to his feet just as the structure began to shake. Was this place collapsing on itself, now that the witch had abandoned it?
Curiosity vanished, replaced by concern for his companions as Argyle shouted, "Everyone out now! Hurry!" Wrapping an arm around Oliver, he added, "Let me help you Sir, we must move quickly!" His face froze into a look of determination as he tried to help the man flee.
Morseth runs to Sir Olivar and supports his other side. He runs as fast as could to escape this place. "Good to see you Sir Olivar. I agree lets run before we are crushed in here"
Hotspur looks about him for half a second for any shiny baubles, grabbing any he spies, and then sprints after the others for the exit from this collapsing barrow.
"It worked," said Argyle in a near-whisper as Fhionn disappeared and the motes floated away. Then the screaming began, and he gripped his swords tightly as he eyed each of the dying men in turn, before finally watching Sir Olivar come to his senses.
"Sir!" The bondsman sheathed his blades and stepped towards Olivar to help him stand, getting him to his feet just as the structure began to shake. Was this place collapsing on itself, now that the witch had abandoned it?
Curiosity vanished, replaced by concern for his companions as Argyle shouted, "Everyone out now! Hurry!" Wrapping an arm around Oliver, he added, "Let me help you Sir, we must move quickly!" His face froze into a look of determination as he tried to help the man flee.
Morseth runs to Sir Olivar and supports his other side. He runs as fast as could to escape this place. "Good to see you Sir Olivar. I agree lets run before we are crushed in here"
Between them Morseth and Argyle managed to evacuate the still somewhat dazed Sir Olvar out onto the hillside, where the storm had broken to reveal clear skys tinged orange by the rising sun...
Hotspur looks about him for half a second for any shiny baubles, grabbing any he spies, and then sprints after the others for the exit from this collapsing barrow.
Hotspur manages to snatch up from among the roots a handful of gold knotwork jewellry and what seems to be a Selentine-era gladius still in pristine contion despite its age and layer of chalk and dirt.
Once safe out on the hillside and somewhat recovered, Sir Olvar looked around at the companions, " Sorry, I am quite befuddled...I travelled up into the forest, then I glimpsed a white figure in the trees, and.........I am here....what is happening?"
He frowns as he catches sight of Sir Valor, " My apologies....you are Angelas cousin are you not? I'm afraid your name has completely escaped my addled pate at the moment."
The two acid burned men were both unconcious and what was left of their dress indicated one was a woodcutter or charcoal burner, the other appeared to be of somewhat more martial aspect.
Morseth moves to the two men stricken by acid. He takes out his waterskin and pours water on them to wash away any residue acid. "I am sorry for hurting you. At the time you were not in your right mind"
When ready to leave he will help these men back to the village
Once safe out on the hillside and somewhat recovered, Sir Olvar looked around at the companions, " Sorry, I am quite befuddled...I travelled up into the forest, then I glimpsed a white figure in the trees, and.........I am here....what is happening?"
He frowns as he catches sight of Sir Valor, " My apologies....you are Angelas cousin are you not? I'm afraid your name has completely escaped my addled pate at the moment."
The two acid burned men were both unconcious and what was left of their dress indicated one was a woodcutter or charcoal burner, the other appeared to be of somewhat more martial aspect.
Valor dropped the ancient blade within the witch queen's lair before he left, Better it should be buried here forever, he thought to himself.
"I am Syr Valor of House Dayne, cousin." Valor responds. "It is a long story, but my father Lord Falworth Dayne sent us to offer what aid we could in what should be the joy of your child's birth. Come, we should see if your daughter is safe. We must be wary of Le Cloche and his men. Come, I will tell you what has happened along the way. But first, do you recognize either of these two men?"
He looks at the rest of the party, "Are you all alright? Is anyone injured?"
Once safe out on the hillside and somewhat recovered, Sir Olvar looked around at the companions, " Sorry, I am quite befuddled...I travelled up into the forest, then I glimpsed a white figure in the trees, and.........I am here....what is happening?"
He frowns as he catches sight of Sir Valor, " My apologies....you are Angelas cousin are you not? I'm afraid your name has completely escaped my addled pate at the moment."
The two acid burned men were both unconcious and what was left of their dress indicated one was a woodcutter or charcoal burner, the other appeared to be of somewhat more martial aspect.
Valor dropped the ancient blade within the witch queen's lair before he left, Better it should be buried here forever, he thought to himself.
"I am Syr Valor of House Dayne, cousin." Valor responds. "It is a long story, but my father Lord Falworth Dayne sent us to offer what aid we could in what should be the joy of your child's birth. Come, we should see if your daughter is safe. We must be wary of Le Cloche and his men. Come, I will tell you what has happened along the way. But first, do you recognize either of these two men?"
He looks at the rest of the party, "Are you all alright? Is anyone injured?"
" My daughter....yes! That is why I went into the hills!", Sir Olvar said, the recollection plain upon his features.
" Le CLoche? His men? What does he have to do with anything? Oh, did he come for the birth as well?"
Sir Olvar looked over at the two men, aghast at their injuries, " That one I do not....the other...the woodsman...I think I knew him as a boy...he vanished during a storm I believe."
Seemingly feeling more himself he checked over his maille and plate and blade grimacing at the dirt and chalk it would take many hours to clean off....
He nodded to the other companions, " Thanks to you all, noble companions of Sir Dayne."
Valor clears his throat, not wanting upset Olvar's good mood, but the man needed to know what he was walking into.
"It seems, cousin, that when you left to try to save your daughter, Le Cloche and his hired band of brigands took advantage of your absence and moved into the town. They have taken up residence in your manor. Lady Angela and your daughter had escaped to a loyal retainer's house and were safe when we left them."
Valor clears his throat, not wanting upset Olvar's good mood, but the man needed to know what he was walking into.
"It seems, cousin, that when you left to try to save your daughter, Le Cloche and his hired band of brigands took advantage of your absence and moved into the town. They have taken up residence in your manor. Lady Angela and your daughter had escaped to a loyal retainer's house and were safe when we left them."
Sir Olvar bristled and his hand gripped his blade, " After all the kindness I have shown him.....but Angela is safe you say, and the baby?"
He shook his head, " My daughter....Fhionn is defeated? Ah...so she should be well now."
" Come, lets head back at once. My wife is likely deeply troubled by the situation but she's fierce....I doubt she left our home quietly.", he allowed himself a small grin.
" Sir Valor, I hate to impose on you and your retinue yet again but will you aid me in ousting an interloper?"
His eyes drifted back to the maimed men, " Le Cloche is an ingrate and a wastrel but he is a noble and he should answer to the Baron for his crimes here. He must not be killed."
Hotspur catches up to the others in time to witness Olvar regaining his senses and his memory. He smiles with satisfaction as the knight offers his thanks and begins speculating which sorts of libations that gratitude might result in. As he is reminded of Le Cloche, the smile disappears.
"On behalf of noble wastrels everywhere, we claim no kinship with Le Clown. Anyone who would turn a new mother and her dying infant out of their ancestral home deserves to be hung by his nethers in the village square, noble blood notwithstanding."
Tana brushes off the remaining residue of the now-collapsed house, eyeing the unconscious men worriedly before turning to face the rest of the group and Sir Olvar. She nods in agreement with Hotspur's words, glancing about the group to see if anyone needed anything to be mended or healed.
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The companions prepared for the journey back to Maiden’s Vale, Tana and Morseth were able to rouse the two men enough to get them back on their feet though both were obviously malnourished and confused.
Sir Olvar insisted on heading back at once to check on his family.
Sir Olvar leads the way downhill through the trees, asking the others for details of what has happened since he left to confront Fhionn.
As you emerge from the foot of the forest, you see that the Eaves Gate in front of you is closed. There is no sign of Porthawr. Suddenly two figures bob up from behind the stone wall and hurl angon ( javelins) at you!
Attack: 15 Damage: 3
Attack: 13 Damage: 7
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Argyle had stopped. He watched the others attempt to communicate with Fhionn, and despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to cut her down, he waited silently (if a bit sullenly) to see what came of it. An idea, although one he nearly wretched at, began to form in his mind and stubbornly refused to leave.
(( Argyle is doing nothing this turn, except taking the Dodge action and waiting to see if the conflict remains verbal--mainly so as to gauge Rhionn's leanings. Depending on her behavior, he will act appropriately next turn. ))
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>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
(Sorry, I've been dealing with a cold my daughter thoughtfully gave me for New Year's)
Seeing some life return to the witch-queen's eyes, Valor tries reason again. Holding the ancient sword out, he says, "Queen Fhionn, is this what you want forever? Stealing the souls of children and continuing this cycle of pain? Renewing your own pain again and again? Break the cycle, end this killing!"
(Persuasion roll right? 12)
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
( I'll wait for Thatch but looks like Valor has won the day.)
Thatch looks up from his place on the altar and makes eye contact with Erkiss, their goblin friend from the forest. He is about to hiss at him to do something, anything as a distraction, but as Syr Valor speaks to the witch, Thatch simply holds up one finger, telling Erkiss to wait to see how the witch responds.
(Apologies for the delay, I am also fighting sickness to start out the new year).
Argyle had stopped. He watched the others attempt to communicate with Fhionn, and despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to cut her down, he waited silently (if a bit sullenly) to see what came of it. An idea, although one he nearly wretched at, began to form in his mind and stubbornly refused to leave.
Seeing some life return to the witch-queen's eyes, Valor tries reason again. Holding the ancient sword out, he says, "Queen Fhionn, is this what you want forever? Stealing the souls of children and continuing this cycle of pain? Renewing your own pain again and again? Break the cycle, end this killing!"
Thatch looks up from his place on the altar and makes eye contact with Erkiss, their goblin friend from the forest. He is about to hiss at him to do something, anything as a distraction, but as Syr Valor speaks to the witch, Thatch simply holds up one finger, telling Erkiss to wait to see how the witch responds.
The ghostly figure turns her pale eyes to the blade as she attends Sir Valors words. She stares at it, and a frown creases her smooth brow. The storm outside seems to hold its breath.
Queen Fhionn stretches out her arms to reveal intricate patterns of scars on her ivory skin. She looks from them to the sigils which adorn the sides of the ancient altar stone. The marks are the same on the stone, on her arms, on the sword.
“That monster was yours?” she whispers to the stone.
“You helped him take my child?”
She slumps against the altar. And then grief turns to rage.
Fhionn begins to grow. The flowing samite robe becomes a tattered shroud. The lithe form stretches and warps. The sculptured face becomes a rictus death mask
Suddenly her form dissembles entirely into a roiling mass of thick black smoke which rolls up and across the ceiling like tumbling grave dirt before fading completely from sight. You hear the sound of earthenware shattering as the jar falls to the ground and moments later dozens of similar sounds as every sealed clay jar shatters releasing tiny blue motes into the air which drift up towards and through the ceiling. The blue mote over the altar dances back towards and through the window, darting past Hotspurs ear....he swears he hears a tiny childish giggle as it does so.
The men struck by Morseths spell suddenly erupt in screams of anguish as they desperately claw at their liquiescing flesh, rolling about on the ground in agony. Others of the thralls, those in ancient plaid and bronze, simply smile blissfully before crumbling to dust before your eyes, finally released.
Sir Olvar tumbles forward, collapsing to one knee, " Whats happening? Where am I?"
As he does so dust and chalk begin to rain down from above as the entire ' house' begins collapsing ....
"It worked," said Argyle in a near-whisper as Fhionn disappeared and the motes floated away. Then the screaming began, and he gripped his swords tightly as he eyed each of the dying men in turn, before finally watching Sir Olivar come to his senses.
"Sir!" The bondsman sheathed his blades and stepped towards Olivar to help him stand, getting him to his feet just as the structure began to shake. Was this place collapsing on itself, now that the witch had abandoned it?
Curiosity vanished, replaced by concern for his companions as Argyle shouted, "Everyone out now! Hurry!" Wrapping an arm around Oliver, he added, "Let me help you Sir, we must move quickly!" His face froze into a look of determination as he tried to help the man flee.
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>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Morseth runs to Sir Olivar and supports his other side. He runs as fast as could to escape this place. "Good to see you Sir Olivar. I agree lets run before we are crushed in here"
Hotspur looks about him for half a second for any shiny baubles, grabbing any he spies, and then sprints after the others for the exit from this collapsing barrow.
Tana quickly follows the others out, helping out any of the released thralls if they survive Morseth's spell.
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
Between them Morseth and Argyle managed to evacuate the still somewhat dazed Sir Olvar out onto the hillside, where the storm had broken to reveal clear skys tinged orange by the rising sun...
Hotspur manages to snatch up from among the roots a handful of gold knotwork jewellry and what seems to be a Selentine-era gladius still in pristine contion despite its age and layer of chalk and dirt.
Tana manages along with Thatch, Mizzen and Sir Valor to rescue two of the stricken men but the other four are too far gone or have already expired....
Once safe out on the hillside and somewhat recovered, Sir Olvar looked around at the companions, " Sorry, I am quite befuddled...I travelled up into the forest, then I glimpsed a white figure in the trees, and.........I am here....what is happening?"
He frowns as he catches sight of Sir Valor, " My apologies....you are Angelas cousin are you not? I'm afraid your name has completely escaped my addled pate at the moment."
The two acid burned men were both unconcious and what was left of their dress indicated one was a woodcutter or charcoal burner, the other appeared to be of somewhat more martial aspect.
Morseth moves to the two men stricken by acid. He takes out his waterskin and pours water on them to wash away any residue acid. "I am sorry for hurting you. At the time you were not in your right mind"
When ready to leave he will help these men back to the village
Valor dropped the ancient blade within the witch queen's lair before he left, Better it should be buried here forever, he thought to himself.
"I am Syr Valor of House Dayne, cousin." Valor responds. "It is a long story, but my father Lord Falworth Dayne sent us to offer what aid we could in what should be the joy of your child's birth. Come, we should see if your daughter is safe. We must be wary of Le Cloche and his men. Come, I will tell you what has happened along the way. But first, do you recognize either of these two men?"
He looks at the rest of the party, "Are you all alright? Is anyone injured?"
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
" My daughter....yes! That is why I went into the hills!", Sir Olvar said, the recollection plain upon his features.
" Le CLoche? His men? What does he have to do with anything? Oh, did he come for the birth as well?"
Sir Olvar looked over at the two men, aghast at their injuries, " That one I do not....the other...the woodsman...I think I knew him as a boy...he vanished during a storm I believe."
Seemingly feeling more himself he checked over his maille and plate and blade grimacing at the dirt and chalk it would take many hours to clean off....
He nodded to the other companions, " Thanks to you all, noble companions of Sir Dayne."
Valor clears his throat, not wanting upset Olvar's good mood, but the man needed to know what he was walking into.
"It seems, cousin, that when you left to try to save your daughter, Le Cloche and his hired band of brigands took advantage of your absence and moved into the town. They have taken up residence in your manor. Lady Angela and your daughter had escaped to a loyal retainer's house and were safe when we left them."
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
Argyle nodded as Sir Valor updated his cousin. "It seems," he began once Valor had finished, "that our work here is not quite finished."
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Sir Olvar bristled and his hand gripped his blade, " After all the kindness I have shown him.....but Angela is safe you say, and the baby?"
He shook his head, " My daughter....Fhionn is defeated? Ah...so she should be well now."
" Come, lets head back at once. My wife is likely deeply troubled by the situation but she's fierce....I doubt she left our home quietly.", he allowed himself a small grin.
" Sir Valor, I hate to impose on you and your retinue yet again but will you aid me in ousting an interloper?"
His eyes drifted back to the maimed men, " Le Cloche is an ingrate and a wastrel but he is a noble and he should answer to the Baron for his crimes here. He must not be killed."
Hotspur catches up to the others in time to witness Olvar regaining his senses and his memory. He smiles with satisfaction as the knight offers his thanks and begins speculating which sorts of libations that gratitude might result in. As he is reminded of Le Cloche, the smile disappears.
"On behalf of noble wastrels everywhere, we claim no kinship with Le Clown. Anyone who would turn a new mother and her dying infant out of their ancestral home deserves to be hung by his nethers in the village square, noble blood notwithstanding."
Tana brushes off the remaining residue of the now-collapsed house, eyeing the unconscious men worriedly before turning to face the rest of the group and Sir Olvar. She nods in agreement with Hotspur's words, glancing about the group to see if anyone needed anything to be mended or healed.
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
The companions prepared for the journey back to Maiden’s Vale, Tana and Morseth were able to rouse the two men enough to get them back on their feet though both were obviously malnourished and confused.
Sir Olvar insisted on heading back at once to check on his family.
Sir Olvar leads the way downhill through the trees, asking the others for details of what has happened since he left to confront Fhionn.
As you emerge from the foot of the forest, you see that the Eaves Gate in front of you is closed. There is no sign of Porthawr. Suddenly two figures bob up from behind the
stone wall and hurl angon ( javelins) at you!
Attack: 15 Damage: 3
Attack: 13 Damage: 7