Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
The group makes their way into the wilds of The Giant Steppe. Those apart for Ekmong have travelled through this area before. Pip seems to be happy to lead the group, but still isn't sold on Ekmong.
As the group follows Pip's directions, he stops them by a large pile of brambles, the group huddling behind it. An enormous Hill Giant, twice the size of the average one seems to be slowly plodding along nearby, headed past where the party is hidden. In its hand, it carries a large tree log like a club.
"We could try and make a run for it." Pip whispers. "Or we can try and go unnoticed long enough that it passes."
Fjorgin dismounts. "Let's just wait until it walks past..."
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The group hunkers down as the enormous hill giant stomps around. It stops for a moment, scratching its backside as it looks around for something to eat...
"A good idea." Fjorgin pets his mount, waiting until the hill giant is further away before going out of cover.
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
The group waits a moment, not seeing any other giants in the nearby vicinity. There is a rustling from the treeline where the enormous hill giant has headed, as it knocks a couple of said trees over as it clumsily wanders through. A couple of deer, startled, flee the scene.
For the time being, there is a clear path to head over the hill and towards the Allhaven Region. Pip seems raring to go, not liking the area with all the giants in...
(Sorry for not posting for a few days. Under the weather again...)
"Ok, let's go!" Fjorgin mounts his warhorse and gets ready to continue on the journey.
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"Yes, lets leave this area as quickly as possible. But keep paying attention even as we move out, there might be more of these cursed snakes or other types left near Allhaven..."
(Ilios has been added to your character sheet, under the "creatures" tab)
The rest of the group agrees, taking with haste after the others. Fjorgin can lead the way with his new steed as they crest the hill and ride away from The Giant Steppe.
It is getting to mid afternoon when the group gets out of the threat zone of the giants, taking a quick break atop the final hill. To the south, they can see the walls of Sun's Last Light, the bastion of defence against any threats that manage to get through Giant Steppe. Its huge walls, a mixture of stone, clay, wood, and metal, have been repeatedly repaired against the offensive actions of The Below when they have a small army march through The Steppe. There is small bits of smoke, showing that the smiths are probably at work preparing new arms and armour. The guard towers seem to have had a bit of work done to them since the party last came through here, even though it was only a few days ago.
Pip takes out some of the remainder of their care package, some food gifted to them for the trip. He looks at the spare set of food, then hesitantly walks over to Ekmong. "Here." He says, passing him the parcel of food. "I assume you eat the same food as we do. I didn't do anything to it, honest."
The sun is blazing overhead, giving a refreshing warmth to the people of Sun's Last Light. It has been a couple of days since the last attack of any creatures, meaning that people are expecting something anytime soon. Sat in the watch tower north of SLL's gates are a couple of guards. One of them appears to be a human in his early twenties. While young in his life, he has seen his fair share of battles, revealed by a couple of scars upon his face from the serrated claws of some fell fiend one time. He sits in his chain mail with a crossbow, heavy by his side, waiting for the water to heat so he can add the nettles to make some tea for the pair. (If the other character would like to introduce their character with a description.)
Ekmong will accept the food, making a point of not checking it or looking suspicious of it before eating. He hopes this will endear him to Pip more quickly.
Leaning next to him is a tree of a man, thick from neck to foot with a stooped posture. His corded arms are recognized as the same build you see on every blacksmith. Chain Mail glints slightly in the sun, not immaculate but in perfect repair. He keeps watch closely and constantly as a trained soldier. As you approach a gray hue is seen on his skin and combined with the jut of his bottom jaw, easily exposes him as a half-orc.
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Fjorgin shall take the silver box.
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Ekmong is not handing it over. "I said: I will carry the silver container."
The group makes their way into the wilds of The Giant Steppe. Those apart for Ekmong have travelled through this area before. Pip seems to be happy to lead the group, but still isn't sold on Ekmong.
As the group follows Pip's directions, he stops them by a large pile of brambles, the group huddling behind it. An enormous Hill Giant, twice the size of the average one seems to be slowly plodding along nearby, headed past where the party is hidden. In its hand, it carries a large tree log like a club.
"We could try and make a run for it." Pip whispers. "Or we can try and go unnoticed long enough that it passes."
"I really don't feel confident out running that thing, but I guess I will go with whatever you decide..."
Fjorgin dismounts. "Let's just wait until it walks past..."
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"Agreed" Ekmong holds the container tightly.
The group hunkers down as the enormous hill giant stomps around. It stops for a moment, scratching its backside as it looks around for something to eat...
Hill Giant Perception: 7
The hill giant takes its tree club and begins to walk past where the party is, seemingly going over to the treeline in the distance...
"I say we give it a few more minutes and then keep going." Ekmong says, trying to be useful.
"A good idea." Fjorgin pets his mount, waiting until the hill giant is further away before going out of cover.
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"Well, i'm glad we're on the lucky side for once in a while."
Ekmong will try to look around, making sure that the threat is well beyond them now (perception: 10).
(OOC: or stare at his feet, apparently...)
The group waits a moment, not seeing any other giants in the nearby vicinity. There is a rustling from the treeline where the enormous hill giant has headed, as it knocks a couple of said trees over as it clumsily wanders through. A couple of deer, startled, flee the scene.
For the time being, there is a clear path to head over the hill and towards the Allhaven Region. Pip seems raring to go, not liking the area with all the giants in...
(Sorry for not posting for a few days. Under the weather again...)
"Ok, let's go!" Fjorgin mounts his warhorse and gets ready to continue on the journey.
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Fjorgin steps up to his mount and takes the saddle. As he does so, he feels something connect between him and the steed.
A warrior of light has chosen his mount. He should give him a name...
Fjorgin leans into his mount, murmuring into the horse's ear.
"I shall call you Ilios, and together we will do great things."
((Or should I say ήλιος?))
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"Yes, lets leave this area as quickly as possible. But keep paying attention even as we move out, there might be more of these cursed snakes or other types left near Allhaven..."
(Ilios has been added to your character sheet, under the "creatures" tab)
The rest of the group agrees, taking with haste after the others. Fjorgin can lead the way with his new steed as they crest the hill and ride away from The Giant Steppe.
It is getting to mid afternoon when the group gets out of the threat zone of the giants, taking a quick break atop the final hill. To the south, they can see the walls of Sun's Last Light, the bastion of defence against any threats that manage to get through Giant Steppe. Its huge walls, a mixture of stone, clay, wood, and metal, have been repeatedly repaired against the offensive actions of The Below when they have a small army march through The Steppe. There is small bits of smoke, showing that the smiths are probably at work preparing new arms and armour. The guard towers seem to have had a bit of work done to them since the party last came through here, even though it was only a few days ago.
Pip takes out some of the remainder of their care package, some food gifted to them for the trip. He looks at the spare set of food, then hesitantly walks over to Ekmong. "Here." He says, passing him the parcel of food. "I assume you eat the same food as we do. I didn't do anything to it, honest."
Meanwhile, at Sun's Last Light...
The sun is blazing overhead, giving a refreshing warmth to the people of Sun's Last Light. It has been a couple of days since the last attack of any creatures, meaning that people are expecting something anytime soon. Sat in the watch tower north of SLL's gates are a couple of guards. One of them appears to be a human in his early twenties. While young in his life, he has seen his fair share of battles, revealed by a couple of scars upon his face from the serrated claws of some fell fiend one time. He sits in his chain mail with a crossbow, heavy by his side, waiting for the water to heat so he can add the nettles to make some tea for the pair. (If the other character would like to introduce their character with a description.)
Ekmong will accept the food, making a point of not checking it or looking suspicious of it before eating. He hopes this will endear him to Pip more quickly.
Leaning next to him is a tree of a man, thick from neck to foot with a stooped posture. His corded arms are recognized as the same build you see on every blacksmith. Chain Mail glints slightly in the sun, not immaculate but in perfect repair. He keeps watch closely and constantly as a trained soldier. As you approach a gray hue is seen on his skin and combined with the jut of his bottom jaw, easily exposes him as a half-orc.