"Well met, I am Lyreis, I think you were still hidden in the trees before when I introduced myself, a skill which you seem to possess in abundance I should add."
The elf shakes Ary's hand, bowing his head slightly, and begins to move out down the path.
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The half orc looks down at Ary's hand and considers for a moment. "Hurosk... Hurosk d'Velderan." Keeping his eyes out for any potential threats along the road, he continues without looking at them. "Hopefully we can find more information when we get to town - both about this 'nose' and about our potential new benefactor."
Min looks to Hurosk as they walk, seeming to walk close to him. "I... was a battle field Nurse." She says looking down at the first floor. "There was an... insident before the day of mourning."
A tear rolls down her cheek as she talks. "I almost died along with all the men I was instructed to care for. When I woke up, I found this blade, and managed to make it back to my camp. I left it with the quarter master, and when i woke up the next morning, i found it with me again."
She reflexively makes the blue come into her hand. It shimmers with silver and gold tunic scrollings along the blade, and the hilt seems to be made of ivory. "I have tried multiple times to get rid of it, but it kept coming back. After a while... I figured I should probably learn to use it."
Walking in silence for a bit, she says under her breath, "I hate fighting..."
"You're in the wrong game my dear if you don't like a fight," Ary says wryly moving with the other men. "Some of us should stay in temples me thinks," they add with a jovial tone. Then turning to Lyreis smiles. "Nothing hours of boredom in my youth avoiding lessons couldn't teach another master elf," they add. "I say we find the village too but this nose, as well as the grand mission, will remain a stranger to me unless it picks a fight or shows me the merit of it all," they add keeping a steady pace as well as looking around the road for trouble.
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Moltaris growls, "Making agreements with fey creatures without clear terms of contract is begging for disaster." She follows along, bringing up the rear and keeping close watch on their backtrail.
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Hurosk is taken aback by the emotion of Min. After a moment he offers, "Well you definitely seem to know how to take care of yourself... and other it seems."
Not long since their weird encounter with the satyr and his cryptic words, some of the party members hear that someone is coming from behind them. Moltaris can hear that several creatures are approaching fast across the forest, moving as fast as if they were in the road as they are. They are humanoids and carry weapons for the sound of it, it’s the deduction of Hurosk, who also hears them.
She slides off to the side of the path and readies her shield.
OOC: we've had a short rest, right?
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Moltaris jumps off the road and hide from sight using some brush as cover. Even for the rest of the party, who has seen her moving from her last position, it's hard to pinpoint her new location.
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Lyreis barely blinks at the whispered warning from Molly but moves quickly towards cover looking to get out of sight whilst drawing his weapon in readiness. He glances back towards the rest of the group wondering if they will react cautiously or will hold their course.
Stealth 22
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Min hops into the bushes, cursing softly and summoning her sword again. "I dont want to have to use you again, but you promised to protect me right." Anyone that can hear her is not sure if she is talking to you or the sword.
Moving out of the path as fast as they could they don’t have to wait much until see the ones that are, apparently, pursuing them.
A group of shifters, wearing leather armor comes down the road, three of them actually walking in the road, but Ary confirms what Molly and Hurosk said and there were at least two more on each side of the road scouting the sides of it.
The leader of the group, a shifter with canine features, brown fur save his left hand wich his snow white and carries a couple of scimitars on his back, stops at the point where they left the path, he kneels and look to their footprints for a second, then he sniffs the air around and raising slowly he says.
“ You can go out now. The Wardens of the Wood don’t mean any harm to you “
The rest of the group stands at the ready. They don’t seem very sure where you are or if you are there at all, but it seems that their leader is, based on the last footprints he can find of you.
@AA Yes, it seems that he is calling to you. Not looking directly to any of you, so he probably doesn’t know who he is talking to, but he suspects that the ones who made that footprints are nearby.
@Saute: Yes they are. They are the organization, mainly composed by rangers and druids, that take care of the Eldeen Reaches. They patrol the Towering Woods in search of dangers and keep the road clean. Severe, stern, practical, but essentially good people who loves their homeland and protect it.”
Hurosk half steps out from his hiding spot, and calls back to the leader. "Excuse me for trying to hide from you. I have had a couple of encounters on this road already and did not want to be surprised again."
Moltaris remains still in place, ready to cover Hurosk with protective magic if anyone attacks the half-orc hunter.
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Lyreis moves out with the ranger, weapon still out but lowered and his free hand open in manner designed to seem non-threatening.
"Well met, my friend speaks truly, we hid because we find it is always better to be safe than sorry and not to play all of your cards at once, who knows who you might have been?"
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"Well met, I am Lyreis, I think you were still hidden in the trees before when I introduced myself, a skill which you seem to possess in abundance I should add."
The elf shakes Ary's hand, bowing his head slightly, and begins to move out down the path.
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 half orc looks down at Ary's hand and considers for a moment. "Hurosk... Hurosk d'Velderan." Keeping his eyes out for any potential threats along the road, he continues without looking at them. "Hopefully we can find more information when we get to town - both about this 'nose' and about our potential new benefactor."
Min looks to Hurosk as they walk, seeming to walk close to him. "I... was a battle field Nurse." She says looking down at the first floor. "There was an... insident before the day of mourning."
A tear rolls down her cheek as she talks. "I almost died along with all the men I was instructed to care for. When I woke up, I found this blade, and managed to make it back to my camp. I left it with the quarter master, and when i woke up the next morning, i found it with me again."
She reflexively makes the blue come into her hand. It shimmers with silver and gold tunic scrollings along the blade, and the hilt seems to be made of ivory. "I have tried multiple times to get rid of it, but it kept coming back. After a while... I figured I should probably learn to use it."
Walking in silence for a bit, she says under her breath, "I hate fighting..."
"You're in the wrong game my dear if you don't like a fight," Ary says wryly moving with the other men. "Some of us should stay in temples me thinks," they add with a jovial tone. Then turning to Lyreis smiles. "Nothing hours of boredom in my youth avoiding lessons couldn't teach another master elf," they add. "I say we find the village too but this nose, as well as the grand mission, will remain a stranger to me unless it picks a fight or shows me the merit of it all," they add keeping a steady pace as well as looking around the road for trouble.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Moltaris growls, "Making agreements with fey creatures without clear terms of contract is begging for disaster." She follows along, bringing up the rear and keeping close watch on their backtrail.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Hurosk is taken aback by the emotion of Min. After a moment he offers, "Well you definitely seem to know how to take care of yourself... and other it seems."
Not long since their weird encounter with the satyr and his cryptic words, some of the party members hear that someone is coming from behind them. Moltaris can hear that several creatures are approaching fast across the forest, moving as fast as if they were in the road as they are. They are humanoids and carry weapons for the sound of it, it’s the deduction of Hurosk, who also hears them.
PbP Character: A few ;)
We've got company coming from behind! Molly hisses towards the front. More than a few, less than a lot!
Stealth: 24
She slides off to the side of the path and readies her shield.
OOC: we've had a short rest, right?
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Yes you did. :)
Moltaris jumps off the road and hide from sight using some brush as cover. Even for the rest of the party, who has seen her moving from her last position, it's hard to pinpoint her new location.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Lyreis barely blinks at the whispered warning from Molly but moves quickly towards cover looking to get out of sight whilst drawing his weapon in readiness. He glances back towards the rest of the group wondering if they will react cautiously or will hold their course.
Stealth 22
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
Ary slips from the road too and into a line of trees readying their crossbow again.
Hide/Stealth 29 and will try to scout out what is approaching the group. PP 15/25
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Hurosk pulls the arm of Min as he jumps off the road as well. "Nurse! Off the road. Sounds like we have some well-armed company approaching."
Stealth 13
Min hops into the bushes, cursing softly and summoning her sword again. "I dont want to have to use you again, but you promised to protect me right." Anyone that can hear her is not sure if she is talking to you or the sword.
23 stealth. If you need initiative, 16
Insane stealth rolls!
Moving out of the path as fast as they could they don’t have to wait much until see the ones that are, apparently, pursuing them.
A group of shifters, wearing leather armor comes down the road, three of them actually walking in the road, but Ary confirms what Molly and Hurosk said and there were at least two more on each side of the road scouting the sides of it.
The leader of the group, a shifter with canine features, brown fur save his left hand wich his snow white and carries a couple of scimitars on his back, stops at the point where they left the path, he kneels and look to their footprints for a second, then he sniffs the air around and raising slowly he says.
“ You can go out now. The Wardens of the Wood don’t mean any harm to you “
The rest of the group stands at the ready. They don’t seem very sure where you are or if you are there at all, but it seems that their leader is, based on the last footprints he can find of you.
PbP Character: A few ;)
OOC: The dude is calling this out to us?
Ary remains in his hiding spot but is probably totally visible. They wait for a party member to make the first move.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
OOC: Are the Wardens of the Wood known to us? (History? 10)
(OOC:
@AA Yes, it seems that he is calling to you. Not looking directly to any of you, so he probably doesn’t know who he is talking to, but he suspects that the ones who made that footprints are nearby.
@Saute: Yes they are. They are the organization, mainly composed by rangers and druids, that take care of the Eldeen Reaches. They patrol the Towering Woods in search of dangers and keep the road clean. Severe, stern, practical, but essentially good people who loves their homeland and protect it.”
PbP Character: A few ;)
Hurosk half steps out from his hiding spot, and calls back to the leader. "Excuse me for trying to hide from you. I have had a couple of encounters on this road already and did not want to be surprised again."
Moltaris remains still in place, ready to cover Hurosk with protective magic if anyone attacks the half-orc hunter.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Lyreis moves out with the ranger, weapon still out but lowered and his free hand open in manner designed to seem non-threatening.
"Well met, my friend speaks truly, we hid because we find it is always better to be safe than sorry and not to play all of your cards at once, who knows who you might have been?"
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