The goblin's eyes flash when Vondal speaks. Its brow creases, then it begins looking with confusion from creature to creature as they discuss how and where to build the pyre.
[Fast forward]
About 40 feet off the road, in a clearing 20 by 25 feet found by Nif, a pyre made of downed trees, fallen limbs, and some cut wood has been built. The hobgoblin, though very leery at first, seemed to resign itself to the dwarves' and Zander's assistance. It takes about an hour, but the pyre is built, and the bodies of all the dead hobgoblins have been placed upon it.
Vondal collects his travel mates in one corner of the clearing and explains in low tones that there is a kind of ceremony that must precede the lighting of the pyre. Rul stands near the pyre, his armor laid aside, speaking loudly in the goblin tongue and making occasional motions toward the pyre and the sky. After about five minutes, he turns and looks at the group. Vondal puts a hand on Zander's arm and gives him a nod. Zander steps forward, his hands bursting into flame. He places his palms on the pyre, and the wood catches easily enough. Stepping back again, the group watches the fire grow and grow into a mighty blaze.
Rul begins speaking loudly again. Vondal is silent. His brow furrows. He doesn't remember reading this part. It seems out of place. Rul takes a few steps backward, his voice rising as well as his arms. The hobgoblin begins to bellow a loud yell, and as Vondal's eyes widen, Rul runs forward and throws himself into the roaring fire on top of the pyre.
Though startled by events, calm born of resignation and more swiftly settles into place. Vondal closes his eyes, half-mumbling words from the book that felt appropriate as the words were in goblin. "A final act at redemption in the form of denying an enemy victory."He says as he looks up to the sun. After taking a moment to gauge how many hours were left to travel that day, he pinches the bridge of his nose. "... We should get going soon."
(@DDP: So, just a recap. What time of day is it? And if we left the pyre would it burn itself out without us having to worry about it spreading on its own?)
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During all the ceremony the cleric has been sitted in a second plane. One thing is to provide proper passing to fallen enemies and other is to participate in a ritual of their gods.
When Run jumps into the fire he spits and walks towards the others
"Well, that was unexpected.. and stupid. Perhaps they are savages after all. Well, do we try to track their trail or keep on hunting those orcs?"
"Perhaps if roles were reversed, and we had no secret to keep, dying fighting would be better." Vondal spoke, frowning at Adrom and Zander. "But he was a soldier to the end. A brutal and duplicitous one, perhaps. But a soldier all the same who knew to place the others before own pride and honor. Something... We dwarfs sometimes forget, or cannot often afford to do." Before the gold dwarf could become too melancholy at the words, Nif's point brings back a sense of purpose and focus. He spares Karl one last look to see if the dwarf would be alright, and want to lead again before ultimately follow along the others wake.
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Karl watches the hobgoblin throw himself on the fire with his colleagues bodies with a look of deep contemplation o; his face as if he is thinking about something. Eventually he shakes shoulders and mutters something along the lines of “perhaps he should have done that!” before he shakes himself “yeah the original path sounds good!”
The time is about 4:30 in the afternoon. There is a slight breeze, but not a wind. The thick, black smoke is mostly going straight up. All the loose branches, etc. in the clearing were collected and used to make the pyre.
(@all: Then if everyone is fine with it, we press on for at least another hour or two before making camp. Vondal might not think to mention or do it, but if someone else would be mindful of it, perhaps we obscure our tracks along the way while we're at it?)
Vondal leaves Karl to his thoughts, but lingers nearby; feet repositioned to play off a readiness to sprint at a moment's notice. His brows finally unfurrow as Karl comes to. And with fairly more enthusiasm then he had actually the energy for, he follows along quietly after the others.
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The group finds the road easily enough again and continues west. After another hour or two, they find a spot that has clearly been used in the past for camping and prepare to bed down for the night.
"We should take shifts lads. Perhaps that hobbos are not the only ones dispatched to look for us. I'll take first if you all agree." says the cleric "Zander would you mind to join me?"
"Fine by Adrom. Mouradin only know we can all use a rest." Vondal pats Adrom on the shoulder on his way over to whatever remained for a former cookfire. Once he had a decent meal in his belly and a nice patch of ground to lay down, Vondal spends what few spare minutes are left after to jot somethings down into his book. Most of it if any asked or looked over his shoulder to see seem to be a cumulation of letters meant for his sister.
On other pages were some strange symbols similar, but not quite the same as the ones on Zander's scrolls. They were reminiscent of dwarves runes as well but... garbled in some fashion. As the last of his work finishes he said, "I'll take morning watch as usual", trusting Karl or Nif to explain.
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After awakening everyone to get ready for the day a distracted Vondal returned to his book again. Even breakfast held less appeal for the most part. "Nif." He calls out eventually, a slice of bacon dangling from his lips. "Earlier you did something to the hobgoblins. Something magical in nature, I think, to knock them out." He asks, though narrowed eyes stay glued upon a book in hand. "Even if a matter of inherit thing of your bloodline, I would hear more of it. Your discover of it, and the words."
He pauses in writing, and finally squints over to Zander. The moment passes without a word from the gold dwarf, as the fevor to write takes hold again. "I wish to see if it will help me recall a few lessons from one of the apprenticeships I was under back home."
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The goblin's eyes flash when Vondal speaks. Its brow creases, then it begins looking with confusion from creature to creature as they discuss how and where to build the pyre.
[Fast forward]
About 40 feet off the road, in a clearing 20 by 25 feet found by Nif, a pyre made of downed trees, fallen limbs, and some cut wood has been built. The hobgoblin, though very leery at first, seemed to resign itself to the dwarves' and Zander's assistance. It takes about an hour, but the pyre is built, and the bodies of all the dead hobgoblins have been placed upon it.
Vondal collects his travel mates in one corner of the clearing and explains in low tones that there is a kind of ceremony that must precede the lighting of the pyre. Rul stands near the pyre, his armor laid aside, speaking loudly in the goblin tongue and making occasional motions toward the pyre and the sky. After about five minutes, he turns and looks at the group. Vondal puts a hand on Zander's arm and gives him a nod. Zander steps forward, his hands bursting into flame. He places his palms on the pyre, and the wood catches easily enough. Stepping back again, the group watches the fire grow and grow into a mighty blaze.
Rul begins speaking loudly again. Vondal is silent. His brow furrows. He doesn't remember reading this part. It seems out of place. Rul takes a few steps backward, his voice rising as well as his arms. The hobgoblin begins to bellow a loud yell, and as Vondal's eyes widen, Rul runs forward and throws himself into the roaring fire on top of the pyre.
Though startled by events, calm born of resignation and more swiftly settles into place. Vondal closes his eyes, half-mumbling words from the book that felt appropriate as the words were in goblin. "A final act at redemption in the form of denying an enemy victory." He says as he looks up to the sun. After taking a moment to gauge how many hours were left to travel that day, he pinches the bridge of his nose. "... We should get going soon."
(@DDP: So, just a recap. What time of day is it? And if we left the pyre would it burn itself out without us having to worry about it spreading on its own?)
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"Bloody crazy, if you ask me. Well, good riddance to him and his kin. We ought to keep on going."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
During all the ceremony the cleric has been sitted in a second plane. One thing is to provide proper passing to fallen enemies and other is to participate in a ritual of their gods.
When Run jumps into the fire he spits and walks towards the others
"Well, that was unexpected.. and stupid. Perhaps they are savages after all. Well, do we try to track their trail or keep on hunting those orcs?"
PbP Character: A few ;)
Nif turns to Adrom, "I couldn't find any sign of trail. So I say we go back on the original path before we were attacked."
"Perhaps if roles were reversed, and we had no secret to keep, dying fighting would be better." Vondal spoke, frowning at Adrom and Zander. "But he was a soldier to the end. A brutal and duplicitous one, perhaps. But a soldier all the same who knew to place the others before own pride and honor. Something... We dwarfs sometimes forget, or cannot often afford to do." Before the gold dwarf could become too melancholy at the words, Nif's point brings back a sense of purpose and focus. He spares Karl one last look to see if the dwarf would be alright, and want to lead again before ultimately follow along the others wake.
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Karl watches the hobgoblin throw himself on the fire with his colleagues bodies with a look of deep contemplation o; his face as if he is thinking about something. Eventually he shakes shoulders and mutters something along the lines of “perhaps he should have done that!” before he shakes himself “yeah the original path sounds good!”
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The time is about 4:30 in the afternoon. There is a slight breeze, but not a wind. The thick, black smoke is mostly going straight up. All the loose branches, etc. in the clearing were collected and used to make the pyre.
(@all: Then if everyone is fine with it, we press on for at least another hour or two before making camp. Vondal might not think to mention or do it, but if someone else would be mindful of it, perhaps we obscure our tracks along the way while we're at it?)
Vondal leaves Karl to his thoughts, but lingers nearby; feet repositioned to play off a readiness to sprint at a moment's notice. His brows finally unfurrow as Karl comes to. And with fairly more enthusiasm then he had actually the energy for, he follows along quietly after the others.
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Nif agrees to pushing forward for another few hours.
Same with Zander.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
If Adrom sees anyone trying to stop he looks to him raising an eyebrow like "Tired already?" He is more than happy to press forward.
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The group finds the road easily enough again and continues west. After another hour or two, they find a spot that has clearly been used in the past for camping and prepare to bed down for the night.
"We should take shifts lads. Perhaps that hobbos are not the only ones dispatched to look for us. I'll take first if you all agree." says the cleric "Zander would you mind to join me?"
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"Fine by Adrom. Mouradin only know we can all use a rest." Vondal pats Adrom on the shoulder on his way over to whatever remained for a former cookfire. Once he had a decent meal in his belly and a nice patch of ground to lay down, Vondal spends what few spare minutes are left after to jot somethings down into his book. Most of it if any asked or looked over his shoulder to see seem to be a cumulation of letters meant for his sister.
On other pages were some strange symbols similar, but not quite the same as the ones on Zander's scrolls. They were reminiscent of dwarves runes as well but... garbled in some fashion. As the last of his work finishes he said, "I'll take morning watch as usual", trusting Karl or Nif to explain.
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“I’ll take middle watch” Karl says
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"I guess I am taking the last watch." Nif says with a shrug before getting ready to lay down.
The night goes by without incident. There is a light shower during in the very early morning, but by sunup, the sky is clear, much to Nif's chagrin.
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Anything to do before you set off after your long rest?
After awakening everyone to get ready for the day a distracted Vondal returned to his book again. Even breakfast held less appeal for the most part. "Nif." He calls out eventually, a slice of bacon dangling from his lips. "Earlier you did something to the hobgoblins. Something magical in nature, I think, to knock them out." He asks, though narrowed eyes stay glued upon a book in hand. "Even if a matter of inherit thing of your bloodline, I would hear more of it. Your discover of it, and the words."
He pauses in writing, and finally squints over to Zander. The moment passes without a word from the gold dwarf, as the fevor to write takes hold again. "I wish to see if it will help me recall a few lessons from one of the apprenticeships I was under back home."
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Karl wipes the rain off his equipment grumbling to himself.
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