(@JJWattaker99 Would I be able to roll something to know possibly more about the Whispering Monastery? Such as their involvement in potential conflicts, or more detailed nature of the monks as far as their view of outsiders?)
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Morning finds the elf-woman having already been awake for hours: she had taken her meditative rest during the first two watch periods, and having been awake during the third and fourth was already packed up and ready to go as soon as the others wake. She takes direction well, keeping her bow at low-ready across her torso as they walk - and as K'Dar instructed she keeps an eye to the sky. While walking she ponders whatever she may have already known, or may in these moments discern, about the Lonely Mountains and the path they tread.
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War Party C
Phen lets out a gasp as air rushes into his lungs. He looks up to see Gribble crouched over him. "Thank Selune you are here Gribble, I am in-"An arrow slams into Gribble's head and blood splatters on Phen's face. Phen goes to a knee quickly, and throws his shield down. He begins to pray as frost eminates from his core. It travels down his arms, and his hands begin to glow a deep blue. (Cast Lay on Hands on Gribble to stabilize him, is one point enough to do that?).
Phen looks up as he hears a deep roar. He sees a massive polar bear headed right for them. "Fantastic."He mutters as he grabs his shield and prepares to fight.
The Whispering Monks are as neutral as the wind, and they rarely choose sides. It remains to be seen whether they can be swayed to either the forces of light or the legions of darkness.
Aramys, the sky is blue, the sun shines a cold light, and a brisk air blows in from the north.
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War Party C
Wraith looks at the charging polar bear and once again invokes his patron to bring ruin to his foes. A searing emerald bolt of eldritch energy arcs towards the charging polar bear. [Wraith casts the cantrip Eldritch Bolt at the Polar Bear]
The polar bears snarls at this newly inflicted wound and tears the head clean off of the body of a helpless soldier in it's path, hardly breaking it's stride. It hurls the severed head at Quoren's feet and roars it's defiance.
K'Dar subconsciously slowed as the group came closer to the branch paths. Any with a good angle can see him deep in thought over the course ahead. After a few moments of silence, he finally glances back to the group. "Tell me, Eoin.. Aramys. How silver are your tongues? For if we convince the whisperers to provide at least some aid, we could avoid another loss."He says to them. "Though it would slow us. Otherwise, we head right as planned, and hope those scale bounds head nothing more clever in mind."
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"Allies could be valuable but they are not certain and can we really afford the time?" Eoin shakes his head, clearly uncertain about diverting from the mission.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
The encampment is quiet as dawn comes to a close and the temperature rises to an uncomfortable humidity. The low hum of mosquitoes fills the air and you find it increasingly difficult to breathe properly. A shrill shout cuts through the thick air like a knife.
"Bloody lizardfolk! And they've got crocodiles the size of bloody dragons! "
I hold up my shield to block arrows and start to run towards the polar bear.
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
DM:
War Party C
Polar Bear Initiative: 16
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
(Int order: Wraith, Polar Bear, Quoren, Quavari
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
DM:
War Party C
Right, just waiting on Phen.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
War Party C
Wraith looks at the charging polar bear to gauge the distance, thinking he'd hate to tangle with that beastie.
Wraith, warlock lvl 2 - Eternal War Campaign
Talon, warlock lvl 2 - LMOP
War Party B
(@JJWattaker99 Would I be able to roll something to know possibly more about the Whispering Monastery? Such as their involvement in potential conflicts, or more detailed nature of the monks as far as their view of outsiders?)
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Morning finds the elf-woman having already been awake for hours: she had taken her meditative rest during the first two watch periods, and having been awake during the third and fourth was already packed up and ready to go as soon as the others wake. She takes direction well, keeping her bow at low-ready across her torso as they walk - and as K'Dar instructed she keeps an eye to the sky. While walking she ponders whatever she may have already known, or may in these moments discern, about the Lonely Mountains and the path they tread.
Nature: 18
Perception: 24
Aramys, Wood Elf Ranger - Eternal Warfare (5E)
Seville, Half-elf Rogue - Silver Valley (3.5E)
War Party C
Phen lets out a gasp as air rushes into his lungs. He looks up to see Gribble crouched over him. "Thank Selune you are here Gribble, I am in-" An arrow slams into Gribble's head and blood splatters on Phen's face. Phen goes to a knee quickly, and throws his shield down. He begins to pray as frost eminates from his core. It travels down his arms, and his hands begin to glow a deep blue. (Cast Lay on Hands on Gribble to stabilize him, is one point enough to do that?).
Phen looks up as he hears a deep roar. He sees a massive polar bear headed right for them. "Fantastic." He mutters as he grabs his shield and prepares to fight.
Initiative: 6
War Party C
Phen, Gribble is dead before he hits the ground. Lay on Hands is not enough to bring him back.
Wraith, you are up!
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
War Party B
The Whispering Monks are as neutral as the wind, and they rarely choose sides. It remains to be seen whether they can be swayed to either the forces of light or the legions of darkness.
Aramys, the sky is blue, the sun shines a cold light, and a brisk air blows in from the north.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
War Party C
Wraith looks at the charging polar bear and once again invokes his patron to bring ruin to his foes. A searing emerald bolt of eldritch energy arcs towards the charging polar bear. [Wraith casts the cantrip Eldritch Bolt at the Polar Bear]
Attack: 19 Damage: 10
Wraith, warlock lvl 2 - Eternal War Campaign
Talon, warlock lvl 2 - LMOP
War Party C
The polar bears snarls at this newly inflicted wound and tears the head clean off of the body of a helpless soldier in it's path, hardly breaking it's stride. It hurls the severed head at Quoren's feet and roars it's defiance.
Quoren!
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
War Party C
The polar bear takes a blow to the face but it shrugs it off.
Quavari!
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
War Party B
K'Dar subconsciously slowed as the group came closer to the branch paths. Any with a good angle can see him deep in thought over the course ahead. After a few moments of silence, he finally glances back to the group. "Tell me, Eoin.. Aramys. How silver are your tongues? For if we convince the whisperers to provide at least some aid, we could avoid another loss." He says to them. "Though it would slow us. Otherwise, we head right as planned, and hope those scale bounds head nothing more clever in mind."
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Amarys stares when addressed, and offers a shrug with one shoulder. "I know the wilderness and its ways, not people and theirs."
Aramys, Wood Elf Ranger - Eternal Warfare (5E)
Seville, Half-elf Rogue - Silver Valley (3.5E)
"Allies could be valuable but they are not certain and can we really afford the time?" Eoin shakes his head, clearly uncertain about diverting from the mission.
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
War Party C
I charge at the beast and swing towards its throat with my Warhammer while my shield is raised
Attack: 3
Damage: 5
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
DM:
War Party A
The encampment is quiet as dawn comes to a close and the temperature rises to an uncomfortable humidity. The low hum of mosquitoes fills the air and you find it increasingly difficult to breathe properly. A shrill shout cuts through the thick air like a knife.
"Bloody lizardfolk! And they've got crocodiles the size of bloody dragons! "
Initiative!
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash