So that's it, aye? Hatred, not just of this girl, but of all women. Loch was a monster, though there was no question of that even before discovering this wretched aspect of his persona. Cainneach's face flushed, his jaw clenched, and he squeezed Famh's hand tightly. The thought of this thing, this cretin being allowed to harm another lass, another daughter, sister, mother, ... wife ... the forester could see himself marching forward, calm and steady, and with a quick thrust of his dagger, ending Loch's miserable existence. But no, that was not his way, or the right way. That's left to Almeric, or the Duke, or hopefully, to the girl's father. The poor man deserved that pleasure most, if he sought it. Cainneach pulled Famh close and looked relexively to Vardi to see if she cared to teach the foul thing a lesson.
Ori has his arm around the youths shoulder, really expecting to try and wriggle information out him slowly. A full down breakdown of the events was a nice turn of events. Though something about it hit a cord with Ori, and he even felt himself pitying the youth. Clearly this kid was just a follower type in with a bad crowd, unfortunately that seems to be what happens to most with that kind of personality in Ori's experience. But clearly the whole events weighed heavily on him and clearly broke his spirits. Not even willing to fight it anymore. Ori imagined the kid hit rock bottom and decided he wasn't worth trying anymore. Loch on the other hand is still trying to dig himself out of the hole he's in and there was no helping him. Ori reached into the pocket of the sash we wore around his waist and pulling out the old note he kept there. He didn't open it, he knew what it said but he needed to see the folded paper anyway. Ori felt there was still hope for the kid, even if the kid disagreed, Ori felt there still could enough to salvage here. He whispers "Nice job kid, I knew you had it in you..." Picking his head up and slipping the note back, he speaks the lot of them. "Well you heard it folks. Oi the lad laid it all out there. We all believe some version of story without hearing it, some of us even imagined a worse series of events I would wager. I propose before one of us happens to take justice into our own hands that we use the lads to try and lure the ice maiden to us. We know she wants our friend Lock here, I say we give him to her. Tied up in a controlled spot and hope she will converse with us. Perhaps finalizing her vengeance will be enough to settle her soul and pass from this world without a struggle. And if this story rings true, then perhaps she will be able to confirm it to us without it coming to blows." In his heart Ori was hoping he could try and help this kid, he still needed to face punishment for the role he played, but if Ori felt if they could convince what is left if the girl to forgive the youngster, that might go further in settling both of thier spirits then swords and magic would.
Ori was clearly getting soft in his old age and Famhs spirit nonsense was rubbing off on him.
Ori hands Dochartaigh his greatclub "Now be a good lad and hold that for me while I need to exact retribution for a certain bullvine, aye." He pulls out one hand axe and stars walking back towards Loch. A quick test to see if his theory about the kid will hold true and also Lock didn't need both sides of his face to work anymore did he?
Almeric stayed quiet assessing the others reactions and balancing their judgments, he raised an eyebrow as Ori approached but did not attempt to interfere...
Dochartaigh looks at the club Ori has pressed into his hands with a dumb-founded expression, he otherwise does not move.
(OOC: I accidentally wrote great axe but should have said greatclub. Ori is looking for vengeance for the bull, face scar for face scar! But he won't push if anyone wishs to stop him)
Cainneach holds while Ori approaches Loch, clearly comprehending the sergeant's plan. He didn't think Ori would go any farther than scar for scar with the handaxe, given what he knew of the old performer, and he didn't feel any need to stop him. If nothing else, it would give them a chance to see Loch's true mettle. As for leaving Loch as bait for Meadh, well ... it was hard for Cainneach to see much harm in that either.
Famh squeezes her e'en closed as Ori inexorably approaches Glendennig, even though she feels absolutely no pity for him after the tale she has heard. It is for the big man she has come to know and like that she is concerned. As far as giving scar for scar she is quite of Ori's mind that the justice of Gatanades who preached that the dumb ox must even be lifted out of the slough on the Sabbath day almost requires it. But she remembers the darkness that was in his face that day the retinue left Beltayn, though she has little notion of its true cause. And she can all too easily imagine herself in Ori's shoes at this moment, and she thinks she would have a very hard time holding her hand to just that one blow.
Being Famh, of course, she begins to sing softly to herself at this moment of crisis. But her voice slowly weaves its way into the evening breeze until all can hear it. Why she chose the hymn she is singing an excerpt from now, she possibly could not say ... whether it is to temper Ori's wrath by reminding him that there is a greater Judge before whom all must appear one day to account for their sins and excesses -- wrath* and lust both mortal among them; or whether she thinks to 'pray for those who use her despitefully', as the Scripture would have it, and lend some echo of divine service to Glendennig's passing if Ori's Rage should get the better of him ... while heaping coals of fire by reminding Ice Lad of the eternal judgement that awaits him unless he repents fairly immediately. But the words that rise from her lips with eerie sweetness are those of the hymn Dies Irae, from the sixth verse on. Though she sings them in the Thules dialect of Albish, Sir Almeric and any others who have heard the full chant sung in kirk more than a few times can almost hear the Old Selentine words echoing in their minds.
:*save for that divine wrath of Gatanades himself that tries and proves the soul like a refiner's fire
Iudex ergo cum sedebit, quidquid latet apparebit: nil inultum remanebit.
For now before the judge severe aw hidden things must plain appear; na crime can pass unpunishit here.
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? quem patronum rogaturus? cum vix iustus sit securus.
O whit shall I, sae guilty, plead? an wha for me will intercede? whan e'en saints shall comfort need?
Rex tremendae maiestatis, qui salvandos salvas gratis, salva me, fons pietatis.
O king o dreadful majesty! grace an mercy ye grant free; as fount o kindness, save me!
Recordare Gatanatiesu pie, quod sum causa tuae viae: ne me perdas illa die.
Recall, dear Gatanades, for ma sake ye did our sufferin nature tak then dae no now ma soul forsake!
Quaerens me, sedisti lassus: redemisti crucem passus: tantus labor non sit cassus.
I' weariness ye soucht for me, an sufferin upon the tree! let no i vain such labor be.
Iuste iudex ultionis, donum fac remissionis, ante diem rationis.
O judge o justice, hear, A pray, for pity tak ma sins away before the dreadful reckonin day.
Ingemisco, tamquam reus: culpa rubet vultus meus: supplicanti parce Deus.
Yer gracious face, O lord, A seek; deep shame an grief are on ma cheek; i' sichs an tears ma sorrows speak.
Qui Mariam absolvisti, et latronem exaudisti, mihi quoque spem dedisti.
Ye wha did Mary's guilt unbind, an mercy for the robber find, have fillit wi hope ma anxious mind.
Preces meae non sunt dignae: sed tu bonus fac benigne, ne perenni cremer igne.
Hou worthless are ma prayers A knaw, yet, lord forbid thon A shoud gae intae the fires o endless wae.
Inter oves locum praesta, et ab haedis me sequestra, statuens in parte dextera.
Divorcit from the accursit band, o make me wi yer sheep tae stand, as child o grace, at yer richt hand.
Confutatis maledictis, flammis acribus addictis. voca me cum benedictis.
Whan the doomit can na mair flee from the fires o misery wi the chosen call me.
Oro supplex et acclinis, cor contritum quasi cinis: gere curam mei finis.
Before ye, humblit, lord, A lee, ma heart like ashes, crushit an dree, assist me whan A dee.
Lacrimosa dies illa, qua resurget ex favilla. iudicandus homo reus: huic ergo parce Deus.
Fou o tears an fou o dread is thon day thon wakes the dead, callin aw, wi solemn blast tae be judgit for aw their past.
Pie Gatanadiesu Domine, dona eis requiem. Amen.
Lord, have mercy, Gatanades blest, grant thaim aw yer licht an rest. Amen.
(I can move it forward, I figured someone would stop Ori!)
Ori marches right up to the defiant Loch sort of suprise the rest of the crew was willing to let him go through with it, Almeric wasn't a suprise, Cainneach really wasn't either, but he misjudged the others. Ori had come to far to back down now. He grabbed Lochs face and turned it his his hand so the the side of his face was facing Ori, he held the edge of the handaxe up to the prisoner's cheek. "I belive this was the right side." Think think think, how to get out of this without losing face and not having to go through with it. Suddenly it something Dochartaigh said that clicked. "Just to confirm, who left the bull disfigured again." Before getting an answer, Ori started to draw the axe back getting ready for a devastating blow.
What Ori is attempting:
(Ori is hoping Loch will be visibly scared to make a point about how they treated the girl, also testing Dochartaigh to see if he will keep the same story and not name Loch, even if Dochartaigh asked him not to hurt Loch Ori would consider a win. At most Ori would go for a knockout blow, with blunt part of weapon, if Loch stands firm and Dochartaigh says Loch did it.)
Intimidation or performance: 7 :( or 19 if somehow manages to have advantage
(I can move it forward, I figured someone would stop Ori!)
Ori marches right up to the defiant Loch sort of suprise the rest of the crew was willing to let him go through with it, Almeric wasn't a suprise, Cainneach really wasn't either, but he misjudged the others. Ori had come to far to back down now. He grabbed Lochs face and turned it his his hand so the the side of his face was facing Ori, he held the edge of the handaxe up to the prisoner's cheek. "I belive this was the right side." Think think think, how to get out of this without losing face and not having to go through with it. Suddenly it something Dochartaigh said that clicked. "Just to confirm, who left the bull disfigured again." Before getting an answer, Ori started to draw the axe back getting ready for a devastating blow.
What Ori is attempting:
(Ori is hoping Loch will be visibly scared to make a point about how they treated the girl, also testing Dochartaigh to see if he will keep the same story and not name Loch, even if Dochartaigh asked him not to hurt Loch Ori would consider a win. At most Ori would go for a knockout blow, with blunt part of weapon, if Loch stands firm and Dochartaigh says Loch did it.)
Intimidation or performance: 7 :( or 19 if somehow manages to have advantage
Loch watched Ori approach with a sneer, though his right eye twitched mightily as the big man drew near...
When Ori asked his question Dochartaigh was silent for a moment then blurted, "Macflurchair, Macflurchair hurt the beast."
Ori statrs to move his arm forward like he was gonna strike Loch, but stops it as if Macflurchair name was a safe word. Still eyes locked with the sneering Loch he calls back, "You sure? Don't want a min to think about it, aye? Shame, I guess just the girl gets to get vengeance on this one then." Ori just light slaps/ hard yap the side of Loch's face and moves back towards Dochartaigh he returns the axe to its holster and walks back. "May the truth set us all free." He holds out his hand towards Dochartaigh for the club.
Ori statrs to move his arm forward like he was gonna strike Loch, but stops it as if Macflurchair name was a safe word. Still eyes locked with the sneering Loch he calls back, "You sure? Don't want a min to think about it, aye? Shame, I guess just the girl gets to get vengeance on this one then." Ori just light slaps/ hard yap the side of Loch's face and moves back towards Dochartaigh he returns the axe to its holster and walks back. "May the truth set us all free." He holds out his hand towards Dochartaigh for the club.
Dochartaigh holds the club out shakily towards Ori.
" Right, well thats settled then.", muses Almeric. " Dochartaigh get your arse down to that door and make a full and frank accounting of yerself and the other three."
He fixes Loch with a look, " I've known men like you in the Crusades.....broken men who want nothing more than to break others......The Devil take ye.....or the Lass."
" We'll set camp up at the old broch tonight then break for Beltayne tomorrow.....perhaps with fewer numbers."
Dochartaigh nodded numbly and began trudging towards the door of the cottage, the crofters dog came around from the side and growled at him in a half-hearted manner as he moved up towards the door and knocked.
A few moments later the old farmer opened the door and regarded Dochartaigh before him, his eyes travelled down the road a way until they rested upon the companions. Dochartaigh began to speak though he spoke so softly it was hard to make out the old man wilted a little and shifted leftward to lean against the door frame.....he listened to Dochartaigh speak then nodded gravely and said a few words of his own.
As the door was closed and Dochartaigh returned his eyes wet but with no tears, Almeric huffed through his moustaches and pointed the way up and off the road toward the broch.
Thatch tightens his grip on the hilt of his gladius as the boy finally shares the truth, or at least confirms much of what he has already suspected. But his ire was not for Dochartaigh, but for Loch, who seemed to have a streak of pure evil. As Dochartaigh, returned from speaking with the old man, Thatch gives him a friendly nod “May the truth set you free, and be the first step on the path back. Learn from this, and stand up for yourself when others would lead you astray.” He glares over at Loch, then turns to Ser Almeric “We’ll have to keep a close eye on Loch, Ser. I would hate to have him tumble down the broch into that cold, dark water.”Thatch’s expression is blank, like that actually wouldn’t bother him at all. With a last glance at Loch, Thatch turns and takes the lead as the party moves toward the broch.
"She visited him... and none are dead? So she still remembers, and has reason left to her, not just a vengeful soul. Perhaps she can pass when she finishes her task." Ori starts to mull about the would be camp. "I have a feeling it's going to be a long night and not much sleep." He starts removing his breastplate and unrolling his bedroll to claim his spot.
"The broch ... " Famh's eyes cloud over at Sir Almeric's choice of bivouac, though she does not question it openly. At least, not beyond a fretful mutter addressed to the horizon in general as the Dayne retinue climbs through the scrub towards their campsite that, "Na ane haed better expect me tae be the ane tae fetch water tonicht. I couldnae bear tae leuk doun thon well e'en ane more time" Instead, she volunteers to gather firewood from the nearby copse. Her nerves are as taut as Ori's from the dramatic events closing the day, and she nods in agreement to his last remark. Then she nods again, towards Dochartaigh. "Especially for some o' us." She seems to remember something at this point and turns to the repentant lad. "You said juist now thon Meabh's father... already knew, before ye telt him. That she visitit him. I'd be curious tae talk tae ye aboot it whan I come back... I've aye been mad for tales o' the strange an' unusual. And it woud help tae pass the lang lang nicht."
With that, she turns and goes off to the little thicket to gather wood. But she is still on edge, and her e'en and ears dart and flicker alertly as she goes about her task. (Perception 9, Survival 14; on a general watch for signs of danger or anything unusual).
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(Whose turn IS it to make supper? Shall we let the dice gods decide LOL? Still including Famh bc. I've had some experience of group camping, and gathering firewood can just as often be part of the cook's task as it is a separate job ... most usually on the trips I've been on its been both ... ): (d6 for cook: 3):
Ori finishes setting up his staked claim for sleeping arrangements. Much more comfortable out of his armor, ori sets the big spiked club in perfect view so Ori doesn't have to carry it around, yet it's a reminder for those unwilling travel partners they have currently of what resistance looks like.
"Dochartaigh, cook much? Let me show you an old Ori classic stew, ploppitin.. whatever we find, we just plop it in, aye!?" Ori knew the kid figures his days are numbered deservingly, but Ori still felt that the kid could still turn his existence around. He had to figure out how to convince the ice girl that. Perhaps she would be willing to talk to the lad, his saddened admittance convinced Ori, not sure about the others. Dochartaigh had passed all of Ori's little tests of character so far and he was determined to give Dochartaigh a chance to prove himself.
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So that's it, aye? Hatred, not just of this girl, but of all women. Loch was a monster, though there was no question of that even before discovering this wretched aspect of his persona. Cainneach's face flushed, his jaw clenched, and he squeezed Famh's hand tightly. The thought of this thing, this cretin being allowed to harm another lass, another daughter, sister, mother, ... wife ... the forester could see himself marching forward, calm and steady, and with a quick thrust of his dagger, ending Loch's miserable existence. But no, that was not his way, or the right way. That's left to Almeric, or the Duke, or hopefully, to the girl's father. The poor man deserved that pleasure most, if he sought it. Cainneach pulled Famh close and looked relexively to Vardi to see if she cared to teach the foul thing a lesson.
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Ori has his arm around the youths shoulder, really expecting to try and wriggle information out him slowly. A full down breakdown of the events was a nice turn of events. Though something about it hit a cord with Ori, and he even felt himself pitying the youth. Clearly this kid was just a follower type in with a bad crowd, unfortunately that seems to be what happens to most with that kind of personality in Ori's experience. But clearly the whole events weighed heavily on him and clearly broke his spirits. Not even willing to fight it anymore. Ori imagined the kid hit rock bottom and decided he wasn't worth trying anymore. Loch on the other hand is still trying to dig himself out of the hole he's in and there was no helping him. Ori reached into the pocket of the sash we wore around his waist and pulling out the old note he kept there. He didn't open it, he knew what it said but he needed to see the folded paper anyway. Ori felt there was still hope for the kid, even if the kid disagreed, Ori felt there still could enough to salvage here. He whispers "Nice job kid, I knew you had it in you..." Picking his head up and slipping the note back, he speaks the lot of them. "Well you heard it folks. Oi the lad laid it all out there. We all believe some version of story without hearing it, some of us even imagined a worse series of events I would wager. I propose before one of us happens to take justice into our own hands that we use the lads to try and lure the ice maiden to us. We know she wants our friend Lock here, I say we give him to her. Tied up in a controlled spot and hope she will converse with us. Perhaps finalizing her vengeance will be enough to settle her soul and pass from this world without a struggle. And if this story rings true, then perhaps she will be able to confirm it to us without it coming to blows." In his heart Ori was hoping he could try and help this kid, he still needed to face punishment for the role he played, but if Ori felt if they could convince what is left if the girl to forgive the youngster, that might go further in settling both of thier spirits then swords and magic would.
Ori was clearly getting soft in his old age and Famhs spirit nonsense was rubbing off on him.
Ori hands Dochartaigh his greatclub "Now be a good lad and hold that for me while I need to exact retribution for a certain bullvine, aye." He pulls out one hand axe and stars walking back towards Loch. A quick test to see if his theory about the kid will hold true and also Lock didn't need both sides of his face to work anymore did he?
Almeric stayed quiet assessing the others reactions and balancing their judgments, he raised an eyebrow as Ori approached but did not attempt to interfere...
Dochartaigh looks at the club Ori has pressed into his hands with a dumb-founded expression, he otherwise does not move.
(OOC: I accidentally wrote great axe but should have said greatclub. Ori is looking for vengeance for the bull, face scar for face scar! But he won't push if anyone wishs to stop him)
Cainneach holds while Ori approaches Loch, clearly comprehending the sergeant's plan. He didn't think Ori would go any farther than scar for scar with the handaxe, given what he knew of the old performer, and he didn't feel any need to stop him. If nothing else, it would give them a chance to see Loch's true mettle. As for leaving Loch as bait for Meadh, well ... it was hard for Cainneach to see much harm in that either.
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Lochs face as Ori approached held a look of resignation and a certain degree of anger but none of the spite it carried when looking at Famh or Vardi.
Almeric stood back, meeting the eyes of the rest of the retinue, " So be it."
(edited for in-world consistency)
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
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Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
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( In the interests of keeping moving I'll be posting in 6 hrs time).
(I can move it forward, I figured someone would stop Ori!)
Ori marches right up to the defiant Loch sort of suprise the rest of the crew was willing to let him go through with it, Almeric wasn't a suprise, Cainneach really wasn't either, but he misjudged the others. Ori had come to far to back down now. He grabbed Lochs face and turned it his his hand so the the side of his face was facing Ori, he held the edge of the handaxe up to the prisoner's cheek. "I belive this was the right side." Think think think, how to get out of this without losing face and not having to go through with it. Suddenly it something Dochartaigh said that clicked. "Just to confirm, who left the bull disfigured again." Before getting an answer, Ori started to draw the axe back getting ready for a devastating blow.
What Ori is attempting:
(Ori is hoping Loch will be visibly scared to make a point about how they treated the girl, also testing Dochartaigh to see if he will keep the same story and not name Loch, even if Dochartaigh asked him not to hurt Loch Ori would consider a win. At most Ori would go for a knockout blow, with blunt part of weapon, if Loch stands firm and Dochartaigh says Loch did it.)
Intimidation or performance: 7 :( or 19 if somehow manages to have advantage
Loch watched Ori approach with a sneer, though his right eye twitched mightily as the big man drew near...
When Ori asked his question Dochartaigh was silent for a moment then blurted, " Macflurchair, Macflurchair hurt the beast."
Ori statrs to move his arm forward like he was gonna strike Loch, but stops it as if Macflurchair name was a safe word. Still eyes locked with the sneering Loch he calls back, "You sure? Don't want a min to think about it, aye? Shame, I guess just the girl gets to get vengeance on this one then." Ori just light slaps/ hard yap the side of Loch's face and moves back towards Dochartaigh he returns the axe to its holster and walks back. "May the truth set us all free." He holds out his hand towards Dochartaigh for the club.
Dochartaigh holds the club out shakily towards Ori.
" Right, well thats settled then.", muses Almeric. " Dochartaigh get your arse down to that door and make a full and frank accounting of yerself and the other three."
He fixes Loch with a look, " I've known men like you in the Crusades.....broken men who want nothing more than to break others......The Devil take ye.....or the Lass."
" We'll set camp up at the old broch tonight then break for Beltayne tomorrow.....perhaps with fewer numbers."
Dochartaigh nodded numbly and began trudging towards the door of the cottage, the crofters dog came around from the side and growled at him in a half-hearted manner as he moved up towards the door and knocked.
A few moments later the old farmer opened the door and regarded Dochartaigh before him, his eyes travelled down the road a way until they rested upon the companions. Dochartaigh began to speak though he spoke so softly it was hard to make out the old man wilted a little and shifted leftward to lean against the door frame.....he listened to Dochartaigh speak then nodded gravely and said a few words of his own.
As the door was closed and Dochartaigh returned his eyes wet but with no tears, Almeric huffed through his moustaches and pointed the way up and off the road toward the broch.
Thatch tightens his grip on the hilt of his gladius as the boy finally shares the truth, or at least confirms much of what he has already suspected. But his ire was not for Dochartaigh, but for Loch, who seemed to have a streak of pure evil. As Dochartaigh, returned from speaking with the old man, Thatch gives him a friendly nod “May the truth set you free, and be the first step on the path back. Learn from this, and stand up for yourself when others would lead you astray.” He glares over at Loch, then turns to Ser Almeric “We’ll have to keep a close eye on Loch, Ser. I would hate to have him tumble down the broch into that cold, dark water.” Thatch’s expression is blank, like that actually wouldn’t bother him at all. With a last glance at Loch, Thatch turns and takes the lead as the party moves toward the broch.
Dochartaigh looks at Thatch, " He already knew.....her da......he said she visited him....."
Almeric nods to Thatch, " Accidents happen..."
The companions made their way up the hill toward the fallen broch passing the patch of scrub from last time and arriving at the broch on the hilltop.
" Set fire, who's turn is it to make supper? I'll take first watch though I'll not deny any company."
"She visited him... and none are dead? So she still remembers, and has reason left to her, not just a vengeful soul. Perhaps she can pass when she finishes her task." Ori starts to mull about the would be camp. "I have a feeling it's going to be a long night and not much sleep." He starts removing his breastplate and unrolling his bedroll to claim his spot.
(edited for consistency after reread posts & realized D_M already told us how the father knew)
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
(btw Famh's been working on updating her looks to please Cainneach LOL ... she now resembles something like this:
(or, once she's crossed over into Faerie, perhaps more like this:)
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EDIT: Images updated 6 July 2025 to mesh with increasingly well-trained character model)
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Oris up to cook and Almerics on first watch, Loch is set into the broch itself so he cannot flee without being noted by those on watch.
Ori finishes setting up his staked claim for sleeping arrangements. Much more comfortable out of his armor, ori sets the big spiked club in perfect view so Ori doesn't have to carry it around, yet it's a reminder for those unwilling travel partners they have currently of what resistance looks like.
"Dochartaigh, cook much? Let me show you an old Ori classic stew, ploppitin.. whatever we find, we just plop it in, aye!?" Ori knew the kid figures his days are numbered deservingly, but Ori still felt that the kid could still turn his existence around. He had to figure out how to convince the ice girl that. Perhaps she would be willing to talk to the lad, his saddened admittance convinced Ori, not sure about the others. Dochartaigh had passed all of Ori's little tests of character so far and he was determined to give Dochartaigh a chance to prove himself.