The party set out from Valiant Vanguard as a patrol group of 13 men strong. Led by Captain Ristyl the group entered the maze-like caverns. Patrolling their zone, they encountered a group of undead. A battle ensued, cries of pain were heard, and the party defended their zone. Some undead managed to get away before getting killed, and the party had to make sure there were no significant wounds to care for. After a quick inspection, the party set out to find their prey. Leading quickly Captain Ristyl was the first to fall. An ambush caught the group off guard, they party was not so lucky this time.
All of you wake at about the same time. Walls made of rough stone make the cavern walls. No-one else is alive, and there aren't any hostile creatures in sight. With Captain Ristyl dead, Second Lieutenant Fjeordi is the highest ranked in the group.
“I know it looks grim. There will be time to grieve later, not now! I need to know if anyone recalls how in the hell we ended up here. You over there recover what supplies you can from the bodies! And you do you think you can climb these cavern walls get some eyes up high see what there is to see. Listen we can’t stay here half our numbers are gone we got to move but we stick together and scout ahead we don’t need more surprises. Anyone got something else to add?”
Fjeordi presents more confidence than he feels, but he also knows the only way to safety is together…
Velys groans as his eyes blink open and stare up at the stone that surrounds their group. He rolls to his side and props himself up on an elbow, shuffling to free his wings that had crumpled beneath him. He stretches them experimentally, glad to find that, while they're stiff and sore, they're not so badly injured as the make them unusable. He flutters them and uses them to stand up.
Velys is obviously a fairy from the feywild, though in the midst of these caverns the light and frivolity often associated with fairies is hidden under a layer of dirt and hardship. Scars mar his youthful features and years of struggle darken his eyes. His uniform is adorned with touches of nature, and leaves and feathers adorn his hair, tussled as it is.
"I could fly up," he says in his boyish voice. It cracks and falters, so he repeats himself. "I could fly up, but I might be seen by the enemy."
“Belay that Velys, I wasn’t thinking straight it would do more harm than good. The necromancer’s eye would catch sight of us to easily. How’s your stealth? Perhaps just a quick 100 yards see what’s ahead of us.”
Fjeordi shakes his head waking up isn’t something he is used to apparently.
"I can try, Lieutenant," Velys says, though his skills lie more in the arcane arts than creeping through the shadows.
In any case, he takes a moment to utter an incantation in Sylvan and his lithe fingers trace a sigil in the air. When completed, it flares up in a pale purple light before suffusing into his chest. His movements now seem ever so slightly quicker than before.
He steps forward to prepare to follow his commander's orders.
The girl groggily arises from her sleep, rubbing her eyes with closed fists and getting used to the light. Her heavy backpack weighs her down, keeping her in a sitting position for a time before she fully wakes up. Once she takes in her surroundings, she gets on her hands and pushes herself up to avoid too much strain on her back. It's an odd sight, a loud rustling of leather and wooden parts ensuing from her jerky awakening. Just from appearance, it's clear she's as odd as she appears. A normally wild creature wearing formal, tranquil clothing. The wool which lines her head is slightly dirty and matted, with additional dirt smudged onto her cheeks. The most fascinating part, however, are the little things poking from the leather seams of her bag. On the top? A little hand is there, and on the left? A tiny little wooden head peeking out. Finely crafted.
"Good morning ... afternoon ... whatever it is ... I could lend a helping hand, if I may. Help our friend scout ahead."
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“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
The little kobold known as Chipper stirs, having been unconscious in an awkward position. He let's out an almost imperceptibly quiet growl and twitches a few times, before his eyes fly wide open and he spings to his feet. Scanning the scene, his expression shifts from shock to horror to grief.
"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. They're... dead... I..."
He let's his tiny voice trail off, as he takes the deaths of his teammates to heart, blaming himself as the team's medic for being unable to save them. He moves to each one, examining their wounds and saying a short prayer over them to ease their passing into the afterlife.
"This is the Necromancer's fault. No one else's," Velys says in an uncommonly detached tone. It's clear he's trying to look anywhere but the ravaged bodies of their companions. He can't bring himself to help recover their belongings.
"We can grieve later. For now we have to make sure we survive."
"Good morning ... afternoon ... whatever it is ... I could lend a helping hand, if I may. Help our friend scout ahead."
“Okay then you two scout ahead we’ve got a couple hours daylight left and we’d be better off not here. You Chipper can you prevent our recently dead from the foul use of our enemy?” (Cremate or sanctify?)
Fjeordi gets a little gravelly speaking of the dead, jaw clenching at the end.
”Noryarus if you want help with any useful supplies or gear I can load and carry some extras too.”
Alice nods, but laughs a small bit once he suggests she goes. Taking her bag off of her back, setting it down, and digging through it, she pulls out something quite peculiar. A small, wooden girl carved to nigh perfection. She sets it down on the floor, crouches down, and opens a page in her notebook to get to work.
"I will be giving him a friend. Give me just a moment to set it up." She offers no eye contact once she speaks, simply beginning to write down in her book and tap the toy with her fingers a few times. After roughly a moment, she finishes her thought out equation and taps the toy on its eyes. With that, they flash a small bit of color. Standing up with the doll in hand, she walks to Velys and hands it over.
"I will follow closely behind, but it should cure your wounds. Now, be careful with him.He mustn't break." She nods, looking back towards the other two and continuing to scribble down in her notebook before taking her place by the fairy. To closer inspection, it's a very finely crafted piece of material, propped up with a bow and long hair, with a carved dress to finish it off. Very interesting. "This is my only one."
OOC: Alice activated her only inactive Toy from her bag, with the Avenger Model. She will have to make more.
He carefully accepts the little creation from Alice. It looks bigger in his small, calloused hand.
His butterfly-like wings flutter, their usual sky blue colouring muted by the dirt in the cavern, and he lifts into the air. With eyes wide open and searching for any threats, he flies ahead through the cavern. He flies high enough just to be out of reach of most foes and sticks closely to the left side of the rock wall.
"For a time, yes. I can offer some protection from undeath." And the kobold continues to process the fallen. Ritually casting Gentle Repose upon them one by one to prevent their misuse for the next 10 days.
"If we plan to press on, we should bury them, too. If someone can give me a hand."
“That’s it then when the scouts return we head out. Everyone else let’s gather stones a shallow grave beats no grave, let’s get this done.” A silent tear falls as Fjeordi moves Captain Ristyl’s body with the others and starts piling stones…
“That’s it then when the scouts return we head out. Everyone else let’s gather stones a shallow grave beats no grave, let’s get this done.” A silent tear falls as Fjeordi moves Captain Ristyl’s body with the others and starts piling stones…
Before we burry them can we resolve the “let’s see if we can salvage any of their gear” post from like ten post earlier….
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The party set out from Valiant Vanguard as a patrol group of 13 men strong. Led by Captain Ristyl the group entered the maze-like caverns. Patrolling their zone, they encountered a group of undead. A battle ensued, cries of pain were heard, and the party defended their zone. Some undead managed to get away before getting killed, and the party had to make sure there were no significant wounds to care for. After a quick inspection, the party set out to find their prey. Leading quickly Captain Ristyl was the first to fall. An ambush caught the group off guard, they party was not so lucky this time.
All of you wake at about the same time. Walls made of rough stone make the cavern walls. No-one else is alive, and there aren't any hostile creatures in sight. With Captain Ristyl dead, Second Lieutenant Fjeordi is the highest ranked in the group.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
“I know it looks grim. There will be time to grieve later, not now! I need to know if anyone recalls how in the hell we ended up here. You over there recover what supplies you can from the bodies! And you do you think you can climb these cavern walls get some eyes up high see what there is to see. Listen we can’t stay here half our numbers are gone we got to move but we stick together and scout ahead we don’t need more surprises. Anyone got something else to add?”
Fjeordi presents more confidence than he feels, but he also knows the only way to safety is together…
Second Lieutenant Fjeordi acts with confidence, trying to get things organized.
The walls of the cavern rise 200 feet (66m) above the ground, they are rough and dug out with magic.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
Velys groans as his eyes blink open and stare up at the stone that surrounds their group. He rolls to his side and props himself up on an elbow, shuffling to free his wings that had crumpled beneath him. He stretches them experimentally, glad to find that, while they're stiff and sore, they're not so badly injured as the make them unusable. He flutters them and uses them to stand up.
Velys is obviously a fairy from the feywild, though in the midst of these caverns the light and frivolity often associated with fairies is hidden under a layer of dirt and hardship. Scars mar his youthful features and years of struggle darken his eyes. His uniform is adorned with touches of nature, and leaves and feathers adorn his hair, tussled as it is.
"I could fly up," he says in his boyish voice. It cracks and falters, so he repeats himself. "I could fly up, but I might be seen by the enemy."
“Belay that Velys, I wasn’t thinking straight it would do more harm than good. The necromancer’s eye would catch sight of us to easily. How’s your stealth? Perhaps just a quick 100 yards see what’s ahead of us.”
Fjeordi shakes his head waking up isn’t something he is used to apparently.
I look around seeing what I can view (darkvision 150’) as I also assess my gear and any wounds I have. Then start to see what can be salvaged
"I can try, Lieutenant," Velys says, though his skills lie more in the arcane arts than creeping through the shadows.
In any case, he takes a moment to utter an incantation in Sylvan and his lithe fingers trace a sigil in the air. When completed, it flares up in a pale purple light before suffusing into his chest. His movements now seem ever so slightly quicker than before.
He steps forward to prepare to follow his commander's orders.
[Casting Gift of Alacrity]
here is a map of right where you guys are. Each square is 20 feet.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1seHhvVxwnSVTAB3HM_y2bbSnPdz5PqKs/view?usp=sharing
you're about in the middle.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
So we’re in a canyon? Open to sky? Asking bc I initially thought a cave…
Ah. I see. I re-read my OG post and it makes it sound like you're in a cave system of sorts. That is my b.
Between your stronghold and the necromancer is a system of magic-dug trenches. That is where you are.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
While the group is relatively protected I will search the 6-7 dead bodies to recover what we can. They would want us to continue the fight.
The girl groggily arises from her sleep, rubbing her eyes with closed fists and getting used to the light. Her heavy backpack weighs her down, keeping her in a sitting position for a time before she fully wakes up. Once she takes in her surroundings, she gets on her hands and pushes herself up to avoid too much strain on her back. It's an odd sight, a loud rustling of leather and wooden parts ensuing from her jerky awakening. Just from appearance, it's clear she's as odd as she appears. A normally wild creature wearing formal, tranquil clothing. The wool which lines her head is slightly dirty and matted, with additional dirt smudged onto her cheeks. The most fascinating part, however, are the little things poking from the leather seams of her bag. On the top? A little hand is there, and on the left? A tiny little wooden head peeking out. Finely crafted.
"Good morning ... afternoon ... whatever it is ... I could lend a helping hand, if I may. Help our friend scout ahead."
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
👑 King of Junior Year 👑
DND Amateur and boxing nerd.
Extended Signature.
The little kobold known as Chipper stirs, having been unconscious in an awkward position. He let's out an almost imperceptibly quiet growl and twitches a few times, before his eyes fly wide open and he spings to his feet. Scanning the scene, his expression shifts from shock to horror to grief.
"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. They're... dead... I..."
He let's his tiny voice trail off, as he takes the deaths of his teammates to heart, blaming himself as the team's medic for being unable to save them. He moves to each one, examining their wounds and saying a short prayer over them to ease their passing into the afterlife.
I'm probably laughing.
"This is the Necromancer's fault. No one else's," Velys says in an uncommonly detached tone. It's clear he's trying to look anywhere but the ravaged bodies of their companions. He can't bring himself to help recover their belongings.
"We can grieve later. For now we have to make sure we survive."
“Okay then you two scout ahead we’ve got a couple hours daylight left and we’d be better off not here. You Chipper can you prevent our recently dead from the foul use of our enemy?” (Cremate or sanctify?)
Fjeordi gets a little gravelly speaking of the dead, jaw clenching at the end.
”Noryarus if you want help with any useful supplies or gear I can load and carry some extras too.”
Alice nods, but laughs a small bit once he suggests she goes. Taking her bag off of her back, setting it down, and digging through it, she pulls out something quite peculiar. A small, wooden girl carved to nigh perfection. She sets it down on the floor, crouches down, and opens a page in her notebook to get to work.
"I will be giving him a friend. Give me just a moment to set it up." She offers no eye contact once she speaks, simply beginning to write down in her book and tap the toy with her fingers a few times. After roughly a moment, she finishes her thought out equation and taps the toy on its eyes. With that, they flash a small bit of color. Standing up with the doll in hand, she walks to Velys and hands it over.
"I will follow closely behind, but it should cure your wounds. Now, be careful with him. He mustn't break." She nods, looking back towards the other two and continuing to scribble down in her notebook before taking her place by the fairy. To closer inspection, it's a very finely crafted piece of material, propped up with a bow and long hair, with a carved dress to finish it off. Very interesting. "This is my only one."
OOC: Alice activated her only inactive Toy from her bag, with the Avenger Model. She will have to make more.
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
👑 King of Junior Year 👑
DND Amateur and boxing nerd.
Extended Signature.
"Yes, Lieutenant," Velys says dutifully.
He carefully accepts the little creation from Alice. It looks bigger in his small, calloused hand.
His butterfly-like wings flutter, their usual sky blue colouring muted by the dirt in the cavern, and he lifts into the air. With eyes wide open and searching for any threats, he flies ahead through the cavern. He flies high enough just to be out of reach of most foes and sticks closely to the left side of the rock wall.
"For a time, yes. I can offer some protection from undeath." And the kobold continues to process the fallen. Ritually casting Gentle Repose upon them one by one to prevent their misuse for the next 10 days.
"If we plan to press on, we should bury them, too. If someone can give me a hand."
I'm probably laughing.
“That’s it then when the scouts return we head out. Everyone else let’s gather stones a shallow grave beats no grave, let’s get this done.” A silent tear falls as Fjeordi moves Captain Ristyl’s body with the others and starts piling stones…
Before we burry them can we resolve the “let’s see if we can salvage any of their gear” post from like ten post earlier….