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Let's jump to our new protagonists: Deborah, Emrys, and [Woogle’s Character].
One way or another, you all know that Lord Blackwood has annexed the town of Deepacre and it's mining operations into his land by force. Seva, a young woman of action with the Deepacre's interest at heart, had recruited you through various means to help. Seva had mentioned an adventuring group that was working toward the same goal. She had brought you out to the woods in case those adventurers needed help with a plan to get into the mines past Blackwood's men.
It's night in the forest near Deepacre's quarry. The woods are dark save for the dancing light of your fire. Seva had you make a campfire so she'd easily be able to find you if you were needed. The moon is high in the clear black sky this evening. The smell of fresh pine fills your nose.
A twig snaps followed by the sounds of rustling brush and branches. Seva steps into the light, the fire gleams against her blond curls. The light paints the deep scar drawn across the right side of her face a supple pink. The contrast of the two sides of Seva's face is always sticking. Whatever happened to her face ruined a beauty that could have been written in song.
"I hope you're all ready to go," she says, panting. "They're going to need you after all. Gather your things and let's go."
One (forgot I didn’t give him a name) hops up from his cross legged position. Using his foot to stomp out the fire. “You got it, Boss.” The over 7 foot tall firbolg standing with a hunched posture. The tattered leather armor barely hidden by a worn cloak with staff in hand. The wide rounded nose like a deer poking past the long strands of dark hair that covers his face.
Deborah leaned away from the tree she was standing against, " Ready and willing."
She checked over her gear again and secured her pack, she grinned at the firbolg as it unfolded....she was going to get a crick in the neck from talking to that one.
The female dwarf brushed some dirt from her back and made sure the leather keeping her mane of hair back was tight, she cracked her knuckles and checked that there was no shine off any of her metal armour or gear.
You trudge through the forest, keeping pace with Seva. Even with her long strides and quick pace, you can keep up. As she walks, she rests her hand on the ornate longsword on her hip. She glances between you all, taking you all in for the first time.
“I’m nervous,” the blond human says. “I talk when I’m nervous. Deborah, you mentioned you’re from the Mountain Dwarves? In the north? I’ve been to Ironhold. It’s beautiful, in an underground sort of way.” She turns to you, One. “And One, was it? You’re a Firbolg ... What’s that like?”
At the rim of the quarry
In the interest of moving things along, I’m going to skip to Elery at the top of the order.
You trudge through the forest, keeping pace with Seva. Even with her long strides and quick pace, you can keep up. As she walks, she rests her hand on the ornate longsword on her hip. She glances between you all, taking you all in for the first time.
“I’m nervous,” the blond human says. “I talk when I’m nervous. Deborah, you mentioned you’re from the Mountain Dwarves? In the north? I’ve been to Ironhold. It’s beautiful, in an underground sort of way.” She turns to you, One. “And One, was it? You’re a Firbolg ... What’s that like?”
" Beautiful? I suppose it is...in its way."
" My family are Sunsiders by tradition, farming those crops that need the sun in hidden pastures and valleys. But it was not my calling, some years back the silver mines followed a new vein deep into the mountain and found another mine there and beyond it a city; long dead and lost to memory....but the dwarves of that city though long dead did not mean to give up their silver so easily. I was a mine guard and with my fellows we drove back wave after wave of the dead. But they kept finding new places to dig through now that they knew we were there."
" In the end we redirected one of the slag forges down that mine and sealed the whole place; they still break through occasionally but my old comrades know what to do."
" It was suggested I'd racked up a little too much field time...so I was put out to pasture. Didn't feel like sitting around with my thumb up my arse so I decided to follow my blood and go Sunside. And then I met you."
One ponders the question “I don’t know, I’ve never been anything else. I like being me.” After to listening to Deborah's story “That’s nice, I’m glad you’re here.” As he continues to follow
“Oh, no worries. Where I am from we don’t really use names. We are where we are, I’m talking to who I am talking to. That’s all you need to know really. It’s a nice little glen in the forest. You should see the sun hit the leaves in the morning, it’s really quite beautiful. But I’ve been wandering around for quite a while. Wherever I go they always say “look at the big one over there.”So I figured it was easier for you folk just to keep calling me One.” He says as he gives a smile.
Seva nods. "Makes sense. If we make it through all this, maybe you can show me your glen. And you, Deborah. Your homeland and the fields. It sounds peaceful. Been a long time since I've seen peace."
You all press through the rest of the forest in silence. When you reach the edge, Seva holds out a hand to stop you all. Then, she points across the field to mouth of the quarry and a wagon. Near the wagon, you see several shapes, locked in combat.
"There," Seva says. "They need your help. Tell them I sent you. They know I have men hiding in the area if they need. I'll catch up with you all soon. Now go."
Emrys has been uneasy this entire time, being so close to a Firbolg, a natural enemy from the Moonshae Isles. As such he has remained armed and kept the Firbolg firmly within sight. As Seva calls them to action, he rises and nods to her. "I'll watch the rear," he states as he begins kicking dirt onto the fire. A final check of his spotless equipment, and he waits for the others to get several yards ahead before he follows.
with that One runs forward looking for an area with coverage from the battle but with good visibility. Turning to the people pointed out to him. “Our lady friend sent us to help, so we are here to help.”
from his pouch he pulls out a dried twig and dips it into a vial. Speaking a prayer “Ro thek ch’la doe.” As he pulls the twig out it has renewed life with green leaves before it shines with bright light as it burns away out of his fingertips.
Emrys takes a moment to tighten his shield on his arm, draws his sword and begins to jog toward the combat, his eyes scanning not only the fight, but the area around.
Deborah momentarily considered sitting back and using her bow, but it seemed best to introduce herself first, she padded up behind the Firbolg quieter than her arms and armour would seem to allow.
After Ones blessing she stated, " I'm Deborah. Who do you wish dead?"
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Elery, having no real plans at the moment, decides to use the same trick again and cast [Tooltip Not Found] to see the damage it could do against the last militia.
The group sees a 7’+ tall firbolg with light green skin and dark hair that messily hangs down over his face. A work brown clock over some leather armor. A holy symbol hangs down from his neck. Strapped around his shoulder is an assortment of cases and vials and pouches filled with herbal supplies and the like.
”Hello everyone, most people call me One. You can call me that too. I believe we are supposed to work together now. So what is it that we are doing?”
From out of the darkness an armored man approaches at a deliberate jog, there is a martial quality to his gait, to stand a little behind and far to the left of the Firbolg. The hood of his oiled leather cloak has fallen back, but his head is covered in a green enameled chain coif, only distrusting grey eyes, a nose a little long for his face, a firm mouth and a close cropped, black beard are visible . A hauberk of the same chain hangs down to his knees, where tall, hard, black boots take up the protection. A white hawk in flight is painted on his leather covered, heater shield which is strapped to his arm. A plain, serviceable long sword is held in his right hand, while a sheathed, hand-axe rides in a loop attached to his wide belt, and the hilt of a dagger protrude midway up his boot. His voice is soft and gruff with the thick accent of the Isles, “Emrys Gwalchgwyn.” He glances at the bodies on the ground, and grunts, “No professionals, eh?”
Lazarus: (to the party) "Thanks for the assist, One and Emrys. We are trying to stop Blackwood and his men, we thought if we could disrupt the mining operations here we could get his men to leave. I'm Lazarus by the way."
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One jumps back a little at the cat man crawling into view “Well I didn’t see you there, hello. Is anyone injured? I could assist with that. I got a few balms and oils that really do wonders.”
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Let's jump to our new protagonists: Deborah, Emrys, and [Woogle’s Character].
One way or another, you all know that Lord Blackwood has annexed the town of Deepacre and it's mining operations into his land by force. Seva, a young woman of action with the Deepacre's interest at heart, had recruited you through various means to help. Seva had mentioned an adventuring group that was working toward the same goal. She had brought you out to the woods in case those adventurers needed help with a plan to get into the mines past Blackwood's men.
It's night in the forest near Deepacre's quarry. The woods are dark save for the dancing light of your fire. Seva had you make a campfire so she'd easily be able to find you if you were needed. The moon is high in the clear black sky this evening. The smell of fresh pine fills your nose.
A twig snaps followed by the sounds of rustling brush and branches. Seva steps into the light, the fire gleams against her blond curls. The light paints the deep scar drawn across the right side of her face a supple pink. The contrast of the two sides of Seva's face is always sticking. Whatever happened to her face ruined a beauty that could have been written in song.
"I hope you're all ready to go," she says, panting. "They're going to need you after all. Gather your things and let's go."
One (forgot I didn’t give him a name) hops up from his cross legged position. Using his foot to stomp out the fire. “You got it, Boss.” The over 7 foot tall firbolg standing with a hunched posture. The tattered leather armor barely hidden by a worn cloak with staff in hand. The wide rounded nose like a deer poking past the long strands of dark hair that covers his face.
Deborah leaned away from the tree she was standing against, " Ready and willing."
She checked over her gear again and secured her pack, she grinned at the firbolg as it unfolded....she was going to get a crick in the neck from talking to that one.
The female dwarf brushed some dirt from her back and made sure the leather keeping her mane of hair back was tight, she cracked her knuckles and checked that there was no shine off any of her metal armour or gear.
" Lets move."
With Seva
You trudge through the forest, keeping pace with Seva. Even with her long strides and quick pace, you can keep up. As she walks, she rests her hand on the ornate longsword on her hip. She glances between you all, taking you all in for the first time.
“I’m nervous,” the blond human says. “I talk when I’m nervous. Deborah, you mentioned you’re from the Mountain Dwarves? In the north? I’ve been to Ironhold. It’s beautiful, in an underground sort of way.” She turns to you, One. “And One, was it? You’re a Firbolg ... What’s that like?”
At the rim of the quarry
In the interest of moving things along, I’m going to skip to Elery at the top of the order.
Elery, it’s your turn.
Turn 2 Initiative order:
21 ... Elery <————
19 ... Militia (one left)
10 ... Tristan
09 ... Lazarus
04 ... Khinsra
" Beautiful? I suppose it is...in its way."
" My family are Sunsiders by tradition, farming those crops that need the sun in hidden pastures and valleys. But it was not my calling, some years back the silver mines followed a new vein deep into the mountain and found another mine there and beyond it a city; long dead and lost to memory....but the dwarves of that city though long dead did not mean to give up their silver so easily. I was a mine guard and with my fellows we drove back wave after wave of the dead. But they kept finding new places to dig through now that they knew we were there."
" In the end we redirected one of the slag forges down that mine and sealed the whole place; they still break through occasionally but my old comrades know what to do."
" It was suggested I'd racked up a little too much field time...so I was put out to pasture. Didn't feel like sitting around with my thumb up my arse so I decided to follow my blood and go Sunside. And then I met you."
One ponders the question “I don’t know, I’ve never been anything else. I like being me.” After to listening to Deborah's story “That’s nice, I’m glad you’re here.” As he continues to follow
With Seva
Seva looks back at you, One, with a stifled giggle. "Sorry, I guess that was rude. I've never met a Firbolg before. Where are you from?"
“Oh, no worries. Where I am from we don’t really use names. We are where we are, I’m talking to who I am talking to. That’s all you need to know really. It’s a nice little glen in the forest. You should see the sun hit the leaves in the morning, it’s really quite beautiful. But I’ve been wandering around for quite a while. Wherever I go they always say “look at the big one over there.” So I figured it was easier for you folk just to keep calling me One.” He says as he gives a smile.
With Seva
Seva nods. "Makes sense. If we make it through all this, maybe you can show me your glen. And you, Deborah. Your homeland and the fields. It sounds peaceful. Been a long time since I've seen peace."
You all press through the rest of the forest in silence. When you reach the edge, Seva holds out a hand to stop you all. Then, she points across the field to mouth of the quarry and a wagon. Near the wagon, you see several shapes, locked in combat.
"There," Seva says. "They need your help. Tell them I sent you. They know I have men hiding in the area if they need. I'll catch up with you all soon. Now go."
Emrys
Emrys has been uneasy this entire time, being so close to a Firbolg, a natural enemy from the Moonshae Isles. As such he has remained armed and kept the Firbolg firmly within sight. As Seva calls them to action, he rises and nods to her. "I'll watch the rear," he states as he begins kicking dirt onto the fire. A final check of his spotless equipment, and he waits for the others to get several yards ahead before he follows.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
(Initiative: 11).
“You got it, Boss”
with that One runs forward looking for an area with coverage from the battle but with good visibility. Turning to the people pointed out to him. “Our lady friend sent us to help, so we are here to help.”
from his pouch he pulls out a dried twig and dips it into a vial. Speaking a prayer “Ro thek ch’la doe.” As he pulls the twig out it has renewed life with green leaves before it shines with bright light as it burns away out of his fingertips.
bless on Elery, Tristan, and Lazarus
Emrys
Initiative: 13
Emrys takes a moment to tighten his shield on his arm, draws his sword and begins to jog toward the combat, his eyes scanning not only the fight, but the area around.
Perception: 5
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Deborah momentarily considered sitting back and using her bow, but it seemed best to introduce herself first, she padded up behind the Firbolg quieter than her arms and armour would seem to allow.
After Ones blessing she stated, " I'm Deborah. Who do you wish dead?"
Initiative: 22
Elery, having no real plans at the moment, decides to use the same trick again and cast [Tooltip Not Found] to see the damage it could do against the last militia.
Attack: 18 Damage: 10 Fire
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Elery, your fire bolt takes the militiaman square in the chest. He's engulfed in flame and dead before his body hits the ground.
End initiative
The smoldering corpse punctuates the irony of Seva's reinforcements.
Introduce yourselves to each other.
One, don't mark off your spell slot for the Bless spell you cast.
One pats Elery on the back. “Good shot!”
The group sees a 7’+ tall firbolg with light green skin and dark hair that messily hangs down over his face. A work brown clock over some leather armor. A holy symbol hangs down from his neck. Strapped around his shoulder is an assortment of cases and vials and pouches filled with herbal supplies and the like.
”Hello everyone, most people call me One. You can call me that too. I believe we are supposed to work together now. So what is it that we are doing?”
Emrys
From out of the darkness an armored man approaches at a deliberate jog, there is a martial quality to his gait, to stand a little behind and far to the left of the Firbolg. The hood of his oiled leather cloak has fallen back, but his head is covered in a green enameled chain coif, only distrusting grey eyes, a nose a little long for his face, a firm mouth and a close cropped, black beard are visible . A hauberk of the same chain hangs down to his knees, where tall, hard, black boots take up the protection. A white hawk in flight is painted on his leather covered, heater shield which is strapped to his arm. A plain, serviceable long sword is held in his right hand, while a sheathed, hand-axe rides in a loop attached to his wide belt, and the hilt of a dagger protrude midway up his boot. His voice is soft and gruff with the thick accent of the Isles, “Emrys Gwalchgwyn.” He glances at the bodies on the ground, and grunts, “No professionals, eh?”
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Lazarus: (to the party) "Thanks for the assist, One and Emrys. We are trying to stop Blackwood and his men, we thought if we could disrupt the mining operations here we could get his men to leave. I'm Lazarus by the way."
list of my games/characters in the spoiler
Looking for a new game, if you need a player private message me.
The black tabaxi comes out of under the cart and says
"We norrmally managed buy I admit that my choosing of a hidding place was poorr this time. I am Khinsrra "
PbP Character: A few ;)
One jumps back a little at the cat man crawling into view “Well I didn’t see you there, hello. Is anyone injured? I could assist with that. I got a few balms and oils that really do wonders.”