Pat looks at Hrain as he joins him on the deck and says with a grin “I’ve only got one leg, young fella, what’s your excuse for landing on your arse like an old codger such as me?”
OOC: Nothing like the dragon caster. They were primarily humans dressed in chromatic colors. The figures Folzi can see elves (full and half), gnomes, halflings, dwarves, half-orcs, and other races you don't recognize!
It's like slow motion. The entire deck fills with flashes. These wild looking people begin disappearing with members of the caster groups. Appearing below deck too the casters there begin to disappear!
A wooly looking human man goes to Lyra.
"Freedom," he says moving his hands over her manacles and they disappear. "Are you coming," he asks next as his body begins to shimmer.
Appearing beside Folzi next a dwarf woman with a wild beard full of birds grins.
"Come with me if you want to live," the dwarf says making a gesture of her hand and Folzi's manacles disappears before she begins to shimmer!
"Nick!!! No!!! You *******bastards!" Cursing in gnomish, the tears begin to well up in Folzi's eyes watching in horror as his longtime friend from the camp goes overboard. He easily steadies himself as the boat shifts.
Initiative: 7
"They made it our fight," he hisses to Hrian stepping up to the main deck. "If you're not going to fight then free the others below! I'm ready get my hands dirty with some Shepherd blood! " The rogue's fingers begin to wiggle furiously and he squeaks something in gnomish again, as he attempts to summon something in his hand.
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"Wow! You guys work fast!"Folzi says to the dwarf. Suddenly free, the gnome looks confused as what to do - vengeance, apparent freedom, or stay with his friends. "Any chance of two more?! They're no friends of the Shepherds!" he says jerking a thumb at Hrain and Pat.
Pat reaches out to grasp the hand of the Elvish women and says “thanks Ma’am, I’m in.” He bows as he gets to his feet and says “Patrick O’Shannessy at your service.” He looks over at Hrain and says “are you coming Captain?”
"Are you going to rescue the others in the cells, we can show you the way if you need." Hrain asks the half orc as it becomes clear what is happening. "Thanks Folzi" he shouts across to the gnome.
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"Hey, thanks...!"Folzi says to the dwarf. Before grabbing her hand he summons his mage hand next to Evers and attempts to give the Sunite a wedgie. "Let's get out of here..! That sure is a pretty beard you have there!" he says as he reaches out a hand.
Lyra once again manages to remain upright, balancing herself the right way to not get knocked off her feet due to reflexes she herself never knew she had. She slightly cocks her head to the right with a confused look on her face, but since the figure appearing in front of her manages to make the mannacles disappear, shes more than willing to accompany her.
The brilliant light continues to blind as you all feel the rush of air falling until the solid ground catches you. Looking up the airship explodes into a brilliant ball of light as the trees around you fill with triumphant shouts and cheers.
"Who...who are they," the elven woman with the golden antler crown pointing to Hrain and Pat her tone angry.
Her feet are bare and she looks ethereal with her mantle of scarlet leaves alive like a gentle breeze carries it as she moves. She is covered in blue paint like all of the other wild folk around her. Marion is beside her looking frantically at the people coming from the trees around you. She then rushes to a group of elderly looking elves, the oldest elves you've ever seen, who embrace her.
"This one claims they were allies," the bearded dwarven woman who carried Folzi speaks up. "The aren't priests," she adds.
"But they were," a gnarled elderly gnome comes forward. She wears a crown of branches dipped in gold and studded with pine cones made of gemstones. "I can feel the truth," she adds waving a staff in the air as other members of the wild folk look suspiciously at Pat and Hrain.
"Who among you will vouch for them," the elven woman shouts looking at the casters taken from the airship!
"Aoife please," Marion exclaims coming from the elders. "Let them speak for themselves," she adds.
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”It is true I was once a servant of the Great Mother Goddess (Chauntea) but that service was because of the mercy she had shown to me in what I thought at the time to be a dream, when I was wallowing in self-pity following the loss of my leg in service to the Empire after many years of faithful service when I felt myself to no longer have value. Whether the dream was true or not I do not know, but this I do know the people that run Chauntea’s church do not practice what they preach and are not as merciful as they claim their goddess is. Consequently after perhaps one too many disagreements with the hierarchy I parted ways and now find myself to be a simple fighter,” Pat explains.
Removing his helm, sword sheathed and shield across his back the former paladin bows his head to the antler-crowned elven woman. "My name is Hrain Atramentar, I am the former Paladin-Captain of the Sunite garrison of the White Waste detention camp. For many years I believed the duty I was performing was both necessary and good, I see now through the lies of the church, I see the hypocrisy and the abuses of power for what they are. I have stood side by side with these good folk and fought against the casters that have murdered both Shepherd and caster alike, I can see the value in them.
The church has ripped the power Sune gave me away, I am now just a swordsman of some talent, but that talent I offer to you if you wish it. I can not command powerful magic but I can be a shield for those who can, if you are what I suspect you to be you have need of as many allies as possible.
I would be of service, but if who I was is too great a crime to remain among you then end this now" the paladin draws his sword slowly, kneeling and laying the blade at his feet "I will not resist and would go from this world knowing that I have done a good thing in helping these people escape from their chains and reach a better place, I only wish I could have saved more."
The antler crown barer looks introspective for a moment before moving towards Lyra and Folzi.
"Is what they claim true," Aoife asks Folzi and Lyra her expression hard but curious too.
The forest around the party is alive with wild folk, animals, and casters. Although it's a strain for the humans to see in the darkness of the thick canopy of ancient trees above and the light of waning crescent moon, its obvious these people have banned together casters and wild clans alike.
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"Whew... So, what the hells is this place?! Almost feels like I'm back home." Folzi gazes around in wonder. He takes a moment to have, what appears to be, a brief conversation with a squirrel that is scampering through the trees.
The gnome snaps to attention having been addressed. "Oh!? What's that..?" He looks at the two former Shepherds then addresses Aoife. "Yeah, these two were once my captors up in the White Waste. I guess you could say they helped us casters escape," he says clearly downplaying their roles. "We've had a little bit a fun together. However, something is different about them...," then Hrian's statement hits him.
"Wait, what?! How did they take your powers?!"
(OOC: Any sort of significance to their attire, wearing known symbols?)
"It was along the lines of being stabbed through the heart with a ghostly blade of some kind. It wasn't a good day." Hrain replies to Folzi, whilst still kneeling. "They severed my link to divine magic and now I am this, a warrior armed and armoured, and that is all, and in truth, I think it is enough."
The wild folk are dressed in hide armors, carry simple weapons, if any, and have obvious focuses for magic staffs, crystals, and orbs. Their clothing is plain unadorned made primarily of animal skins, leathers, or woven linen. A dozen or so where the blue paint like Aoife. No one seems to challenge her authority either. The older elves and gnomes.
"Come," a weathered looking human man calls coming from the trees and taking Aoife hand. "They will come to look here from the garrison. We need to return to the trees," he adds motioning up. "Will you sumbit to be blind folded," he then asks with a soft and concerned expression. "As a precaution. I'm sure you understand," he adds seemingly more diplomatic than Aoife who allows his instruction and request without interrupting him.
"They'll find less than nothing," a dwarf calls out with spiked horn armour and a grizzly looking scar across his face. His beard is dark brown and braided elaboratly with leather embellishments! "Everyone move out," he calls moving forward as most of the wild folk begin to move towards a large tree the trunk at least 50ft wide!
A young half-elf approaches the tree ahead of the others placing a hand on it, it then begins to glow as the center of the tree disappears in a shimmering light transport via plants cast.
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Pat looks at Hrain as he joins him on the deck and says with a grin “I’ve only got one leg, young fella, what’s your excuse for landing on your arse like an old codger such as me?”
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
OOC: Nothing like the dragon caster. They were primarily humans dressed in chromatic colors. The figures Folzi can see elves (full and half), gnomes, halflings, dwarves, half-orcs, and other races you don't recognize!
It's like slow motion. The entire deck fills with flashes. These wild looking people begin disappearing with members of the caster groups. Appearing below deck too the casters there begin to disappear!
A wooly looking human man goes to Lyra.
"Freedom," he says moving his hands over her manacles and they disappear. "Are you coming," he asks next as his body begins to shimmer.
Appearing beside Folzi next a dwarf woman with a wild beard full of birds grins.
"Come with me if you want to live," the dwarf says making a gesture of her hand and Folzi's manacles disappears before she begins to shimmer!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Nick!!! No!!! You ******* bastards!" Cursing in gnomish, the tears begin to well up in Folzi's eyes watching in horror as his longtime friend from the camp goes overboard. He easily steadies himself as the boat shifts.
Initiative: 7
"They made it our fight," he hisses to Hrian stepping up to the main deck. "If you're not going to fight then free the others below! I'm ready get my hands dirty with some Shepherd blood! " The rogue's fingers begin to wiggle furiously and he squeaks something in gnomish again, as he attempts to summon something in his hand.
12, 64: attempting to cast Shadow Blade
"Arrrgh!" He raises his manacled hands in the air. "Can one of you help a gnome out!"
OOC: might wanna read my edits Saute!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Wow! You guys work fast!" Folzi says to the dwarf. Suddenly free, the gnome looks confused as what to do - vengeance, apparent freedom, or stay with his friends. "Any chance of two more?! They're no friends of the Shepherds!" he says jerking a thumb at Hrain and Pat.
Persuasion: 19
"You better be worth it," the dwarf replies specifically looking at the two fighters.
A half-orc appears beside Hrain as a beautiful elven woman approaches Pat.
"Join us or you will die," they say in turn as they offer hands to help the fighters to their feet.
The Sunites are still battling around them but the wild folk seem to have the upper hand as tje boat begins to plummet again!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Pat reaches out to grasp the hand of the Elvish women and says “thanks Ma’am, I’m in.” He bows as he gets to his feet and says “Patrick O’Shannessy at your service.” He looks over at Hrain and says “are you coming Captain?”
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
"Are you going to rescue the others in the cells, we can show you the way if you need." Hrain asks the half orc as it becomes clear what is happening. "Thanks Folzi" he shouts across to the gnome.
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"Hey, thanks...!" Folzi says to the dwarf. Before grabbing her hand he summons his mage hand next to Evers and attempts to give the Sunite a wedgie. "Let's get out of here..! That sure is a pretty beard you have there!" he says as he reaches out a hand.
Dex save: 20
Lyra once again manages to remain upright, balancing herself the right way to not get knocked off her feet due to reflexes she herself never knew she had. She slightly cocks her head to the right with a confused look on her face, but since the figure appearing in front of her manages to make the mannacles disappear, shes more than willing to accompany her.
"'Course I am" she responds and takes his hand.
The brilliant light continues to blind as you all feel the rush of air falling until the solid ground catches you. Looking up the airship explodes into a brilliant ball of light as the trees around you fill with triumphant shouts and cheers.
"Who...who are they," the elven woman with the golden antler crown pointing to Hrain and Pat her tone angry.
Her feet are bare and she looks ethereal with her mantle of scarlet leaves alive like a gentle breeze carries it as she moves. She is covered in blue paint like all of the other wild folk around her. Marion is beside her looking frantically at the people coming from the trees around you. She then rushes to a group of elderly looking elves, the oldest elves you've ever seen, who embrace her.
"This one claims they were allies," the bearded dwarven woman who carried Folzi speaks up. "The aren't priests," she adds.
"But they were," a gnarled elderly gnome comes forward. She wears a crown of branches dipped in gold and studded with pine cones made of gemstones. "I can feel the truth," she adds waving a staff in the air as other members of the wild folk look suspiciously at Pat and Hrain.
"Who among you will vouch for them," the elven woman shouts looking at the casters taken from the airship!
"Aoife please," Marion exclaims coming from the elders. "Let them speak for themselves," she adds.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
”It is true I was once a servant of the Great Mother Goddess (Chauntea) but that service was because of the mercy she had shown to me in what I thought at the time to be a dream, when I was wallowing in self-pity following the loss of my leg in service to the Empire after many years of faithful service when I felt myself to no longer have value. Whether the dream was true or not I do not know, but this I do know the people that run Chauntea’s church do not practice what they preach and are not as merciful as they claim their goddess is. Consequently after perhaps one too many disagreements with the hierarchy I parted ways and now find myself to be a simple fighter,” Pat explains.
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Removing his helm, sword sheathed and shield across his back the former paladin bows his head to the antler-crowned elven woman. "My name is Hrain Atramentar, I am the former Paladin-Captain of the Sunite garrison of the White Waste detention camp. For many years I believed the duty I was performing was both necessary and good, I see now through the lies of the church, I see the hypocrisy and the abuses of power for what they are. I have stood side by side with these good folk and fought against the casters that have murdered both Shepherd and caster alike, I can see the value in them.
The church has ripped the power Sune gave me away, I am now just a swordsman of some talent, but that talent I offer to you if you wish it. I can not command powerful magic but I can be a shield for those who can, if you are what I suspect you to be you have need of as many allies as possible.
I would be of service, but if who I was is too great a crime to remain among you then end this now" the paladin draws his sword slowly, kneeling and laying the blade at his feet "I will not resist and would go from this world knowing that I have done a good thing in helping these people escape from their chains and reach a better place, I only wish I could have saved more."
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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The antler crown barer looks introspective for a moment before moving towards Lyra and Folzi.
"Is what they claim true," Aoife asks Folzi and Lyra her expression hard but curious too.
The forest around the party is alive with wild folk, animals, and casters. Although it's a strain for the humans to see in the darkness of the thick canopy of ancient trees above and the light of waning crescent moon, its obvious these people have banned together casters and wild clans alike.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Whew... So, what the hells is this place?! Almost feels like I'm back home." Folzi gazes around in wonder. He takes a moment to have, what appears to be, a brief conversation with a squirrel that is scampering through the trees.
The gnome snaps to attention having been addressed. "Oh!? What's that..?" He looks at the two former Shepherds then addresses Aoife. "Yeah, these two were once my captors up in the White Waste. I guess you could say they helped us casters escape," he says clearly downplaying their roles. "We've had a little bit a fun together. However, something is different about them...," then Hrian's statement hits him.
"Wait, what?! How did they take your powers?!"
(OOC: Any sort of significance to their attire, wearing known symbols?)
OOC: They're both in plain armor, plain weapons, and no longer have holy symbols of any kind!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
(OOC: Sorry I was referring to the wild folk.)
"It was along the lines of being stabbed through the heart with a ghostly blade of some kind. It wasn't a good day." Hrain replies to Folzi, whilst still kneeling. "They severed my link to divine magic and now I am this, a warrior armed and armoured, and that is all, and in truth, I think it is enough."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
The wild folk are dressed in hide armors, carry simple weapons, if any, and have obvious focuses for magic staffs, crystals, and orbs. Their clothing is plain unadorned made primarily of animal skins, leathers, or woven linen. A dozen or so where the blue paint like Aoife. No one seems to challenge her authority either. The older elves and gnomes.
"Come," a weathered looking human man calls coming from the trees and taking Aoife hand. "They will come to look here from the garrison. We need to return to the trees," he adds motioning up. "Will you sumbit to be blind folded," he then asks with a soft and concerned expression. "As a precaution. I'm sure you understand," he adds seemingly more diplomatic than Aoife who allows his instruction and request without interrupting him.
"They'll find less than nothing," a dwarf calls out with spiked horn armour and a grizzly looking scar across his face. His beard is dark brown and braided elaboratly with leather embellishments! "Everyone move out," he calls moving forward as most of the wild folk begin to move towards a large tree the trunk at least 50ft wide!
A young half-elf approaches the tree ahead of the others placing a hand on it, it then begins to glow as the center of the tree disappears in a shimmering light transport via plants cast.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"I will submit to that, you have little reason to trust us yet, safety for your people must be paramount." Hrain allows the dwarf to cover his eyes.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales