"Are you okay here on yur own? Who in the village might know more of this situation?" He waits a bit for the guardians response, then turns to Fang. "Come on. Lets go to the inn and get some rest. It has been a long day and we need to sleep if we are going to be of any help tomorrow." Before leaving Baxthon looks back at the guardian "Stay alive! Ill send some guards to relieve you"
"Il be fine, but thanks for the help. N-now go and get some rest!" His breathing is getting heavier, but he still stands strong in front of the 19 remaining zombies.
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Baxthon is feeling awful for leaving the Guardian in this state. His heart pumping in his ears. He walk to the Guardian once before leaving him to his demise. He puts a hand on his shoulder, as a sign of comfort. "You will survive this! Guards will come to your aid soon enough, and tomorrow, we drink! DO NOT DIE ON ME, YOU HEAR!" His adrenaline rises, and he feels like he is going to faint.
Looking at his hand, his veins suddenly shines with a dark green light. It flows to his fingertips, and down to the Guardians shoulder. The veins of the guardian shines with the same dark color for a second, before returning to normal. Baxthon's hand looks awful, like its drained of all moisture. He looks at it horror struck, before his hand returns to normal like nothing happened.
The Guardian breathes a sigh of relief as the healing energy runs through his veins.'' You must have a connection to divine powers, if you want guidance, the priest might be able to hel-"He turns around and see's your hand. He looks at it curiously, then goes back to pushing back the zombies.
"Hope so.. I know it doesnt feel right to leave him like this. But as i see it we have two options. We stay and fight, and hopefully we wont die to fast. Or we go to the village, gather strength and manpower to completely annihilate them tomorrow..."
Baxthon looks at the zombies, feeling a knot in his stomach. "Maybe tomorrow is to late.."
Baxthon does a estimation of how lost this fight seems to be, looking at the Guardian, the 2 guards with crossbows, Fang and himself, and comparing their odds against the 19 remaining zombies.
Having been told to stay behind, he'll do ask his friend suggests. "...Okay..." He shakes his head and claps his face, attempting to regain focus. After a moment, he seems refilled with energy, and starts walking with a little more energy, "Okay, so first food, then more friends. That way we can beat the bad guys. Let's do it!"
As we walk into the village, Baxthon hurries to the first guard he spots. Talking very fast. "Quickly! The Guardian send us. We are in dire need of food and shelter. We need a break before going back to aid him dealing with the zombies on the beach. If you have any men to spare, i would like to see them within the hour, as we are going back to assist the guardian as soon as possible, and every able sword is of great importance!" Baxthon pauses a second, grasping his breath. "If we fail in this.. The village may be facing a very dark end.." Baxthon's facial expression is a mixture of complete anxiety and fatique.
"Most of our defences are off defending the village from zombies that came from another direction. We have notified the tavern of you, and they will supply you with food, drinks, and shelter."
"ANOTHER DIRECTION!?" Baxthon's face is struck with horror.
"We will go to the tavern, and try to come up with a counter attack. Who is the head of the defense, the city elder or someone? We need to see them!" Baxthon is almost yelling at the guard at this point.
"Fang! The situation is far worse than we initially planned. We need to find the other survivers, and hope they can help defeat this looming threat. A short break at the tavern, get some food and supplies, a plan if we are lucky."
The guard takes a step back, surprised by your sudden panic. "The head of defence is the Guardian, our village is used to getting attacked, we should be fine." You should probably get some rest, if you want to help in the efforts, you should be well rested''
Baxthon is just looking dumbstruck at the guard. Then he turns and walk towards the tavern. Untill out of hearing range of the guard. He looks up at Fang.
"Well.. The Guardian told us that he doesnt know what is going on, but is stubbornly getting himself killed on the beach, meanwhile the guards in town, believe the half-orc as some kind of immortal champion"
Baxthon looks up at the sky. Sighs, then continues in a calm voice.
"You saw the guardian right? He was a mess. I estimate he will die soon rather than later if we dont act on the naivity of the guards. Then the village will meet a terrible end. For now we stand alone. We could leave the town to its own stubborn demise, or we could go talk to the other survivors. For now im curious as to the origin of these undead creatures, and i believe i saw some satisfaction in your eyes on the beach. So maybe there is no choice after all?"
He looks at Fang for a second.
"Well, then lets go meet our fellow survivors at the inn. Im starving."
As you enter The Swords Edge, you are greeted with the smell of meat and alcohol. Every table is full, except for one, where four elves are sitting. Something that stands out a lot in a tavern full of humans. A human is walking around giving drinks and food to people.
"Are you okay here on yur own? Who in the village might know more of this situation?" He waits a bit for the guardians response, then turns to Fang. "Come on. Lets go to the inn and get some rest. It has been a long day and we need to sleep if we are going to be of any help tomorrow."
Before leaving Baxthon looks back at the guardian "Stay alive! Ill send some guards to relieve you"
"Il be fine, but thanks for the help. N-now go and get some rest!" His breathing is getting heavier, but he still stands strong in front of the 19 remaining zombies.
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Baxthon is feeling awful for leaving the Guardian in this state. His heart pumping in his ears. He walk to the Guardian once before leaving him to his demise. He puts a hand on his shoulder, as a sign of comfort. "You will survive this! Guards will come to your aid soon enough, and tomorrow, we drink! DO NOT DIE ON ME, YOU HEAR!" His adrenaline rises, and he feels like he is going to faint.
Looking at his hand, his veins suddenly shines with a dark green light. It flows to his fingertips, and down to the Guardians shoulder. The veins of the guardian shines with the same dark color for a second, before returning to normal. Baxthon's hand looks awful, like its drained of all moisture. He looks at it horror struck, before his hand returns to normal like nothing happened.
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"Whoaa..! WHAT WAS THAT!?"
The Guardian breathes a sigh of relief as the healing energy runs through his veins.'' You must have a connection to divine powers, if you want guidance, the priest might be able to hel-" He turns around and see's your hand. He looks at it curiously, then goes back to pushing back the zombies.
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"Lets go to the tavern then. Its been a far to long day.." Baxthon starts to walk back to the village, looking for the guards.
Fang, once again, gives a look back to the Guardian and sighs before following his friend, ".....You think he'll be okay?"
"Hope so.. I know it doesnt feel right to leave him like this. But as i see it we have two options. We stay and fight, and hopefully we wont die to fast. Or we go to the village, gather strength and manpower to completely annihilate them tomorrow..."
Baxthon looks at the zombies, feeling a knot in his stomach. "Maybe tomorrow is to late.."
He looks at Fang, waiting for a response.
Baxthon does a estimation of how lost this fight seems to be, looking at the Guardian, the 2 guards with crossbows, Fang and himself, and comparing their odds against the 19 remaining zombies.
Having been told to stay behind, he'll do ask his friend suggests. "...Okay..." He shakes his head and claps his face, attempting to regain focus. After a moment, he seems refilled with energy, and starts walking with a little more energy, "Okay, so first food, then more friends. That way we can beat the bad guys. Let's do it!"
As we walk into the village, Baxthon hurries to the first guard he spots. Talking very fast. "Quickly! The Guardian send us. We are in dire need of food and shelter. We need a break before going back to aid him dealing with the zombies on the beach. If you have any men to spare, i would like to see them within the hour, as we are going back to assist the guardian as soon as possible, and every able sword is of great importance!" Baxthon pauses a second, grasping his breath. "If we fail in this.. The village may be facing a very dark end.." Baxthon's facial expression is a mixture of complete anxiety and fatique.
"Most of our defences are off defending the village from zombies that came from another direction. We have notified the tavern of you, and they will supply you with food, drinks, and shelter."
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"ANOTHER DIRECTION!?" Baxthon's face is struck with horror.
"We will go to the tavern, and try to come up with a counter attack. Who is the head of the defense, the city elder or someone? We need to see them!" Baxthon is almost yelling at the guard at this point.
"Fang! The situation is far worse than we initially planned. We need to find the other survivers, and hope they can help defeat this looming threat. A short break at the tavern, get some food and supplies, a plan if we are lucky."
The guard takes a step back, surprised by your sudden panic. "The head of defence is the Guardian, our village is used to getting attacked, we should be fine." You should probably get some rest, if you want to help in the efforts, you should be well rested''
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Baxthon is just looking dumbstruck at the guard. Then he turns and walk towards the tavern. Untill out of hearing range of the guard. He looks up at Fang.
"Well.. The Guardian told us that he doesnt know what is going on, but is stubbornly getting himself killed on the beach, meanwhile the guards in town, believe the half-orc as some kind of immortal champion"
Baxthon looks up at the sky. Sighs, then continues in a calm voice.
"You saw the guardian right? He was a mess. I estimate he will die soon rather than later if we dont act on the naivity of the guards. Then the village will meet a terrible end. For now we stand alone. We could leave the town to its own stubborn demise, or we could go talk to the other survivors. For now im curious as to the origin of these undead creatures, and i believe i saw some satisfaction in your eyes on the beach. So maybe there is no choice after all?"
He looks at Fang for a second.
"Well, then lets go meet our fellow survivors at the inn. Im starving."
Fang nods and hurries behind Baxthon towards the inn.
As you enter The Swords Edge, you are greeted with the smell of meat and alcohol. Every table is full, except for one, where four elves are sitting. Something that stands out a lot in a tavern full of humans. A human is walking around giving drinks and food to people.
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Oruk (Half-Orc Barbarian) - Soldiers of Vord Three (Human Sorcerer) - Dragons Armies Merzin Quickfoot (Lightfoot Halfling Thief) - Eberron Tales Alpha
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