(@All: One step closer to being able to use Guided Strike for my allies! Wooo!)
"Affirmative. It shall be done. Though I would still know your perspective in regards to giant activity within the region, it can wait until the morning. Presumably, at which point you will join us at least until we reach the next settlement. Until then, thank you for your cooperation, Acolyte Ebonitus... Also, forgive me. I seem to have done things out of order." She offers Ebon a hand, and if he takes it, may find her grip much stronger than her body suggests and enthusiastic shakes on the painful side. "I am Designated Operative of the Red Knight. You may call me DORK." She then turns to the rest of her fellow cleric. "This operative would also recommend moving camp closer to Mr. G's location. Vark." Vark gives a curt not, a crisp salute, and then set torch to the oil soaked werewolf bodies. Despite both construct and goblin perhaps knowing the sight of flame might attract more werewolf attention, the latter at least hoped -- expected the scent of their cooking meat might dissuade any further assaults. Eventually, Beedo rejoins the group, though still throws Ebon the stink-eye every now and then. His annoyance at the man only grows when brought up to date about the werewolf problem, and would spend the next few minutes bugging Torunn about borrowing his gun at least during his watch.
"--All I'm say'n is it'd do meself a world of good bein' able to actually 'urt 'ose ****'n minger 'e next time 'ey come around is all. 'nd I swearz not to let Vark mess wit' it."A semi-distant Vark at the time catches wind of the words, and glares at the back of Beedo's head. "Brovah's a clumsy one, ya see. But not me! No sir. By the nine, I bet I could even out pop-pop ya if'n I ever got a'old o've one of'em poppers fer meself." And on and on he goes whether people want to listen or not until folk actually go back to bed, leaving at least Vark, Beedo, and D.O.R.K now to finish the shift.
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Torunn will offer to take first watch as he settles down, musket within reach. Whilst on watch, he gets back into his routine of working on his project.
Those not already awake from having taken the last watch find their sleep disturbed by much hammering of metal, and goblin curses. "'ate to break it to ya boss, bu-..." Beedo starts to say, only to be interrupted by a, "I know... I understand. It was worth a try. But it seems either those parts have reached their limits. A sign from our Lady, no doubt. We will just have to be more vigilant." Eventually, the rest can find D.O.R.K, Vark, and Beedo huddle over a pile of plate and fine metallic and wooden parts closer to the center of the clearing.
A diligent Vark continues to try hammering a set of separate pieces into some sort of shape, but to little avail. Looking to the living construct herself, even with the scapula she currently wore for presumed "modesty's" sake, she appeared somehow more naked and diminished beneath it. One arm was almost outright skeletal, having been stripped of the interconnecting pieces that allowed for easy retrieval and storage of her smith's tools.
Noticing the others afterwards, she hides the arm behind her back and away from the others. "Initiating Wake-Up Protocol Number Sixteen.... Good Morning." She just waves her none skeleton hand at the others to Vark's amusement and Beedo's bemusement. "Yea, not fook'in gonna go fhere wit it -- Eh! You'z all ready? Ta 'it up 'e road me be say'n."
For Torunn:
Seeing this, Torunn at least would recognize what happened even before needing to ask. Despite the joint effort of both his mentor/D.O.R.K's father, the stress test of the more experimental shield golem parts had reached its conclusion: irreparable failing. The fact that they entirety lasted several smackdowns by giants was a miracle in itself. But without going back to the Lantan for their more sophisticated tools and quite possibly starting back from scratch.... D.O.R.K would be without the use of the majority of both armor and built-in utility for the remainder of the journey.
Upon closer inspection however, which D.O.R.K makes no objection too, the thus far unused interlock points for equipping modified armors were still intact. All it would take is time and coin. She would not return quite to her original level of original durability even then without the return to Lantan even upon acquiring Plate or better. But the loss wasn't a complete one at least.
(@All: So w,ith the new Source Book Warforged got updated. And as already brought up with Grant, having to switch over. So long early game near invinciblity~)
Ebonitus arises and gives thanks to Chauntea, and assuming a long rest has been achieved prepares his mind for the day ahead. "Very restful" he says to Lukian, "and I trust your rest was also peaceful. Thank you for your company through the night. I was sent to find out why the Giants are suddenly so restless, do you know what is happening?"
Devin rests in peace and in the morning spends some time in contemplation. He then rises and with Aslan on his shoulder joins the others.
"The giants are restless because the Ordning has been broken and now each type of giant strives to gain a higher place than before in the hierarchy of their society. We believe these events have been manipulated by an outside force, perhaps dragons. We have been brought together to investigate these events as well. If that is your mission, Ebonitus, then join us as we seek the same end."
Lukian raises his eyebrows, but out of interest rather than surprise. "Another servant of the gods sent on the same quest as us. Yes, what Devin has said is true. We thwarted the retrieval of an ancient giant war artifact and are now proceeding to what we hope is the next step."
As the group is readying to leave, Lukian approaches Dork as soon as both of the goblins are off doing their own things. "Is there anything I can do to assist you with your repairs? While I would argue that your tactical mind is your greatest asset toward the completion of this task, I can understand your desire to remain in perfect physical condition — ready to face whatever lies before us."
Lukian gets his chance when the two eventually step away for their morning exercise and drills, though Beedo had to be dragged into it by a stubborn Vark. "The sentiment is appreciated. Admittedly....I... I am uncertain of the veracity of your assertions in regards to my mental capabilities. As the majority of previous encounters and execution of my plans have been ineffectual at best. At worst.... near disastrous for the region." She lowered her gaze to the ground, her eyes shifting in color from neutral yellows to blue.
"... But we must press forward."D.O.R.K faces Lukian again, and tries to casually punch in the arm. Unfortunately, there's a painful amount more force behind it then perhaps intended. "There were contingencies set in place in which I can still potentially be 'equipped' in new armor using a more involved process. However, as I do not possess the coin at the moment to rectify this, nor are we likely to acquire more for some time, Vark will take my place on the front lines to some extent."
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"I will gladly join you. As you can see we are crossing some dangerous territory and there is more safety in numbers than alone. The gods must have been guiding our paths to this fate." Ebonitus says to Devin and Lukian.
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Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
Lukian gives a quick nod to Dork. "Coin. Only a few of us had any use for it in Cyllitria'nel, and it confounded me in Secomber until I joined the All Faiths Shrine and had everything I needed provided for me." His lips form a small smile of commiseration. "If Lathander sees fit to bless me with any, I will share it with you. And as for your mental capabilities," the white-haired elf says, "I'd rather follow your 'ineffectual' plans, as you call them, than the ravings of most supposed leaders." He nods once more at the construct before moving toward Golem.
Though Dork stared back at Lukian, any of her usual remarks or even a polite "thank you" isn't forthcoming. And even after he rose to leave, she watched as expressionless as always... except for pinkish tint that started to overcome them. Eventually shaken from her stupor by a returning and impatient Beedo alongside a bruised up Vark, she runs them through one less stretch routine meant to confer the (3rd level)a blessing of the Red knight, granting added vitality. Just as soon as they're done the trio head to Golem to make ready for the next leg of the journey.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Day 8, Third Ten-day, Month of Eleasis - Somewhere on the road to Yartar
The next day the wind continues to blow from the North but has picked up strength and is now gusting up to 30 mph (-2 on Missile Fire). The party breaks camp and starts loading Golemogote prior to setting off.
D.O.R.K is riding in the Wagon with Beedo, but Vark is driving for most of the day. If someone else however insist on driving(and isn't the new guy ;)), then he will still be in the howdah, keeping an eye out for any approaching danger or interests along the way.
(@All: One step closer to being able to use Guided Strike for my allies! Wooo!)
"Affirmative. It shall be done. Though I would still know your perspective in regards to giant activity within the region, it can wait until the morning. Presumably, at which point you will join us at least until we reach the next settlement. Until then, thank you for your cooperation, Acolyte Ebonitus... Also, forgive me. I seem to have done things out of order." She offers Ebon a hand, and if he takes it, may find her grip much stronger than her body suggests and enthusiastic shakes on the painful side. "I am Designated Operative of the Red Knight. You may call me DORK." She then turns to the rest of her fellow cleric. "This operative would also recommend moving camp closer to Mr. G's location. Vark." Vark gives a curt not, a crisp salute, and then set torch to the oil soaked werewolf bodies. Despite both construct and goblin perhaps knowing the sight of flame might attract more werewolf attention, the latter at least hoped -- expected the scent of their cooking meat might dissuade any further assaults. Eventually, Beedo rejoins the group, though still throws Ebon the stink-eye every now and then. His annoyance at the man only grows when brought up to date about the werewolf problem, and would spend the next few minutes bugging Torunn about borrowing his gun at least during his watch.
"--All I'm say'n is it'd do meself a world of good bein' able to actually 'urt 'ose ****'n minger 'e next time 'ey come around is all. 'nd I swearz not to let Vark mess wit' it." A semi-distant Vark at the time catches wind of the words, and glares at the back of Beedo's head. "Brovah's a clumsy one, ya see. But not me! No sir. By the nine, I bet I could even out pop-pop ya if'n I ever got a'old o've one of'em poppers fer meself." And on and on he goes whether people want to listen or not until folk actually go back to bed, leaving at least Vark, Beedo, and D.O.R.K now to finish the shift.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Torunn will offer to take first watch as he settles down, musket within reach. Whilst on watch, he gets back into his routine of working on his project.
Lukian listens to Dork and chooses a spot nearer the elephant to finish his trance before keeping watch the second half of the night.
Nothing else happens that night!
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Those not already awake from having taken the last watch find their sleep disturbed by much hammering of metal, and goblin curses. "'ate to break it to ya boss, bu-..." Beedo starts to say, only to be interrupted by a, "I know... I understand. It was worth a try. But it seems either those parts have reached their limits. A sign from our Lady, no doubt. We will just have to be more vigilant." Eventually, the rest can find D.O.R.K, Vark, and Beedo huddle over a pile of plate and fine metallic and wooden parts closer to the center of the clearing.
A diligent Vark continues to try hammering a set of separate pieces into some sort of shape, but to little avail. Looking to the living construct herself, even with the scapula she currently wore for presumed "modesty's" sake, she appeared somehow more naked and diminished beneath it. One arm was almost outright skeletal, having been stripped of the interconnecting pieces that allowed for easy retrieval and storage of her smith's tools.
Noticing the others afterwards, she hides the arm behind her back and away from the others. "Initiating Wake-Up Protocol Number Sixteen.... Good Morning." She just waves her none skeleton hand at the others to Vark's amusement and Beedo's bemusement. "Yea, not fook'in gonna go fhere wit it -- Eh! You'z all ready? Ta 'it up 'e road me be say'n."
For Torunn:
Seeing this, Torunn at least would recognize what happened even before needing to ask. Despite the joint effort of both his mentor/D.O.R.K's father, the stress test of the more experimental shield golem parts had reached its conclusion: irreparable failing. The fact that they entirety lasted several smackdowns by giants was a miracle in itself. But without going back to the Lantan for their more sophisticated tools and quite possibly starting back from scratch.... D.O.R.K would be without the use of the majority of both armor and built-in utility for the remainder of the journey.
Upon closer inspection however, which D.O.R.K makes no objection too, the thus far unused interlock points for equipping modified armors were still intact. All it would take is time and coin. She would not return quite to her original level of original durability even then without the return to Lantan even upon acquiring Plate or better. But the loss wasn't a complete one at least.
(@All: So w,ith the new Source Book Warforged got updated. And as already brought up with Grant, having to switch over. So long early game near invinciblity~)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Lukian finishes his morning prayers as everyone begins stirring. Looking over at Ebonitus, he asks, "Sleep well?"
Ebonitus arises and gives thanks to Chauntea, and assuming a long rest has been achieved prepares his mind for the day ahead. "Very restful" he says to Lukian, "and I trust your rest was also peaceful. Thank you for your company through the night. I was sent to find out why the Giants are suddenly so restless, do you know what is happening?"
Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
Devin rests in peace and in the morning spends some time in contemplation. He then rises and with Aslan on his shoulder joins the others.
"The giants are restless because the Ordning has been broken and now each type of giant strives to gain a higher place than before in the hierarchy of their society. We believe these events have been manipulated by an outside force, perhaps dragons. We have been brought together to investigate these events as well. If that is your mission, Ebonitus, then join us as we seek the same end."
Lukian raises his eyebrows, but out of interest rather than surprise. "Another servant of the gods sent on the same quest as us. Yes, what Devin has said is true. We thwarted the retrieval of an ancient giant war artifact and are now proceeding to what we hope is the next step."
As the group is readying to leave, Lukian approaches Dork as soon as both of the goblins are off doing their own things. "Is there anything I can do to assist you with your repairs? While I would argue that your tactical mind is your greatest asset toward the completion of this task, I can understand your desire to remain in perfect physical condition — ready to face whatever lies before us."
Lukian gets his chance when the two eventually step away for their morning exercise and drills, though Beedo had to be dragged into it by a stubborn Vark. "The sentiment is appreciated. Admittedly.... I... I am uncertain of the veracity of your assertions in regards to my mental capabilities. As the majority of previous encounters and execution of my plans have been ineffectual at best. At worst.... near disastrous for the region." She lowered her gaze to the ground, her eyes shifting in color from neutral yellows to blue.
"... But we must press forward." D.O.R.K faces Lukian again, and tries to casually punch in the arm. Unfortunately, there's a painful amount more force behind it then perhaps intended. "There were contingencies set in place in which I can still potentially be 'equipped' in new armor using a more involved process. However, as I do not possess the coin at the moment to rectify this, nor are we likely to acquire more for some time, Vark will take my place on the front lines to some extent."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"I will gladly join you. As you can see we are crossing some dangerous territory and there is more safety in numbers than alone. The gods must have been guiding our paths to this fate." Ebonitus says to Devin and Lukian.
Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
Lukian gives a quick nod to Dork. "Coin. Only a few of us had any use for it in Cyllitria'nel, and it confounded me in Secomber until I joined the All Faiths Shrine and had everything I needed provided for me." His lips form a small smile of commiseration. "If Lathander sees fit to bless me with any, I will share it with you. And as for your mental capabilities," the white-haired elf says, "I'd rather follow your 'ineffectual' plans, as you call them, than the ravings of most supposed leaders." He nods once more at the construct before moving toward Golem.
Though Dork stared back at Lukian, any of her usual remarks or even a polite "thank you" isn't forthcoming. And even after he rose to leave, she watched as expressionless as always... except for pinkish tint that started to overcome them. Eventually shaken from her stupor by a returning and impatient Beedo alongside a bruised up Vark, she runs them through one less stretch routine meant to confer the (3rd level)a blessing of the Red knight, granting added vitality. Just as soon as they're done the trio head to Golem to make ready for the next leg of the journey.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Day 8, Third Ten-day, Month of Eleasis - Somewhere on the road to Yartar
The next day the wind continues to blow from the North but has picked up strength and is now gusting up to 30 mph (-2 on Missile Fire). The party breaks camp and starts loading Golemogote prior to setting off.
How are people arranging themselves?
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I guess Lukian is riding in the howdah?
D.O.R.K is riding in the Wagon with Beedo, but Vark is driving for most of the day. If someone else however insist on driving(and isn't the new guy ;)), then he will still be in the howdah, keeping an eye out for any approaching danger or interests along the way.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Torunn will be in the howdah, oblivious as always, to the surroundings.
Devin rides in the howdah
Having seen how everyone else is travelling, Ebonitus has settled into a routine of travelling in the Howdah.
Ebonitus Animal Handling Check: 21
He climbs into the Howdah as if he has been doing it all his life.
Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
Ebonitus please make an Animal Handling check (D20 - Wis) as you try to climb into the Howdah.
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