The term Asherite seems familiar you know that they are a Northern Restorationist religious Group and they were run out of the East into the Unorganized Territory because of their political and religious beliefs. They tend to be friendly with Elves and Orcs, and disliked by Soldiers and Southerners.
Remi speaks up, "Much trouble recently, I hear. Some Prospectors disturb Burial Grounds of Whiterock, bring the Ghosts of Vengefulness and Skeletons of Walking. The Ranch gets attacked every night, no one dies, but every time: one cow is slaughtered and dried of blood. Some people think they see silhouette of giant lean wolves against light of moon, but they stand on back legs and have thumbs. Every so often telegrams come out saying: 'There is Dragon!'; and every time this happens Orcs are saying: 'Havala.' I am not knowing what this means, but Grandfather do old Elven Ritual of appeasement when he hears." Harold rolls his eyes, "Rumors obviously. The Military killed the last Dragon in Westfield a year ago. The Cow thing is probably just some Farmers or the Whiterocks tryin' to get Mr. Crier to leave. The Undead part on the other hand is probably true. Those Witch Doctors can summon up those things somethin' quick. As for 'wolves with thumbs', I'm not even sure were to go with that one, I guess that means 'Werewolves'." Harold turns back to Eugene, "Huntin' Undead and Werewolves would probably be something you could handle I reckon. I don't really know the bigwig that was mining for Coal I'm afraid, but their probably like your average bigwig: old, fat, rich, and got a friend in the Senate.
Vito
Havala is Orc for a Guardian Spirit, it's unclear what level of or purpose for this Guardian Spirit being referenced is because you don't know enough about the context.
With one eye open looking through the haze of smoke, Vito slides his winnings to his pile. He puffs in the cigar and starts shuffling again. “I’m game to play another hand. Seems we got some time pass,” and he starts dealing again.
As he deals he listens to Eugene, Harold, and Reno talk. He perks up when he hears about talk of prospectors and gold and then smiles at Remi’s butchering of the orcish language.
Remi puts 2 Nickles down as the Full Blind, and Harold puts 1 down as the Half Blind. "I'll call," Harold says as he puts another Nickle down, "Are you playing preacher man, or do you not have the cash?"
Eugene
Your hand:
7♦2♠
Vito
With your knowledge of the Orcs, Religious Belief, and Recent History you know that the Whiterock Orcs had a Tribal Havala Blue Dragon that the Military slayed one year ago, after it attacked the Winter Quarter Outpost. It is the same event in which the 1 Vinland Junior Officer, 3 Whiterock Braves, and 1 Whiterock Medicine Woman died in. Considering these facts you consider that the Whiterock has either gained a new Tribal Havala or the Military failed to actually kill the Blue Dragon.
Your hand:
Q♦4♣
The Pot has $0.20 in. It is Eugene's Turn to Call, Raise, or Fold.
Heck sits with the brim of his hat pulled down over his eyes, dozing as the train jostles him. He half listens to the gambling and talk of religion, as concerned with one as the other, kinda the same to him, he pushes his hat back into his forehead when the tLk turns to undead and weerewolves. This was supposed to be less trouble than the last town... he looks at the gamblers and the preacher then leans his head back against the wall pushing his hat back over his eyes.
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Eugene curses darkly under his breath, thumbing the old silver bullet in pocket that at this point had turned into more of a luck piece than a functional object. So I'd hoped..."That's quite the tale stranger, and ye in my day I've had the unpleasantry of smiting the unholy undead. Performed an exorcism or two," he says with a chuckle. "I'd tell the story if we'd more time. But ranchers waylaid by werewolves...now that is the piece of intrigue. As fer these draconic rumors, Ah know firsthand the sort of tales folks can spin up given enough time and listeners, but are yeh sure there be no credence at all to the stories?" Seeing the denim-clad man rouse slightly, Eugene remarks, "howdy sleepyhead, what say yeh to all this talk o' undead and dragons?"
DM
Religion check to recognize "Havala": 8
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Heck pushes the brim of his hat back up with his pointer finger and squints at Eugene appraisingly. Dragons? Undead? If you say so, neighbor, But I’ll keep my eye on regular old folk, they’re the ones always caused me the most trouble. He sits up and eyes the table, roused now from his reverie. How are the cards coming today, boys?
The ex-preacher tips his black leather hat. "And mine'd be Eugene Dobbs. Folk call me Eugene or, well, Dobbs. And this charming fellow's stolen all the luck it seems." Eugene keeps his eyes on the card game, and Falk in particular, while addressing Mr. Denim. "And ye, I've had my fair share of trouble with ordinary folk as well, don't get me mistaken."
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
The Flop is laid down revealing 6♦3♥10♦. Harold is about to speak a sudden quake hits and the entire train shakes. Pushing all the cards and the $0.30 in Nickles off the table. "What the hell?!" Harold yells, and the entire car is filled with chatter. Another quake, shake of the entire train, and finally a deep roar. Gasps fill the car as a Blue Dragon bursts from the sands and begins to chase the Train. Remi gives Harold a punch on the Arm, "I told you." There is some loud clatter of shrill voices on top of the train car yelling at each other in Goblin.
Heck
"Dammit, why all trips did it have to be this one!" "Stop complaining and get that Cannon Loaded!" "Sir, the Ammunition for the Gatling Gun is in the front car!" "Well then, get your ass over there!" "Open Fire! Open Fire!"
A large bang as a Cannonball goes sailing through the air, obviously aimed at, but missing the Dragon completely. Another shrill voice begins coming through the Car's Intercom Pipe. "Eh- ah.... All passengers, it appears that we've found ourselves in a bit of a- situation." The voice nervously squeaks out, "If there are- um, any passengers that are good with a gun, don't much feel like dying, and are willing to help our crew out.... That-um... that'd be grand. Uh... Thank You for Riding with Western Union and Have a Nice Day?"
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Eugene jumps with a start at the first quake of the train. "Tarnation!" he exclaims, clasping a hand to his hat just in time to keep in on his head as the second quake shakes the car violently. He peers out the window of the train car at the blue dragon. "Seven Hells and Heaven above, I never thought I'd see the day...a gorramn Dragon..." he mutters. Shoulda believed the Corfie. If only Pappy could see me now...Eugene stands up, bringing the full height of his posture to bear, and slings his rifle from off his back. "Keep calm all o' yeh! By all the Holy Light still manages to touch proper, I'll keep yeh safe. I don' suppose any o' y'all kept yer britches dry enough ter help an old man out?"
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Vito falls to the floor, his hat landing only a few inches from him, as the train rattles from the earthquake. "Damn, ******* Dragon," Vito says to one and pulls out his pistol and checks to make sure it's loaded and then follows behind Eugene and Heck. "I plan to go down fighting," Vito again says to no one.
Eugene
The term Asherite seems familiar you know that they are a Northern Restorationist religious Group and they were run out of the East into the Unorganized Territory because of their political and religious beliefs. They tend to be friendly with Elves and Orcs, and disliked by Soldiers and Southerners.
Remi speaks up, "Much trouble recently, I hear. Some Prospectors disturb Burial Grounds of Whiterock, bring the Ghosts of Vengefulness and Skeletons of Walking. The Ranch gets attacked every night, no one dies, but every time: one cow is slaughtered and dried of blood. Some people think they see silhouette of giant lean wolves against light of moon, but they stand on back legs and have thumbs. Every so often telegrams come out saying: 'There is Dragon!'; and every time this happens Orcs are saying: 'Havala.' I am not knowing what this means, but Grandfather do old Elven Ritual of appeasement when he hears." Harold rolls his eyes, "Rumors obviously. The Military killed the last Dragon in Westfield a year ago. The Cow thing is probably just some Farmers or the Whiterocks tryin' to get Mr. Crier to leave. The Undead part on the other hand is probably true. Those Witch Doctors can summon up those things somethin' quick. As for 'wolves with thumbs', I'm not even sure were to go with that one, I guess that means 'Werewolves'." Harold turns back to Eugene, "Huntin' Undead and Werewolves would probably be something you could handle I reckon. I don't really know the bigwig that was mining for Coal I'm afraid, but their probably like your average bigwig: old, fat, rich, and got a friend in the Senate.
Vito
Havala is Orc for a Guardian Spirit, it's unclear what level of or purpose for this Guardian Spirit being referenced is because you don't know enough about the context.
With one eye open looking through the haze of smoke, Vito slides his winnings to his pile. He puffs in the cigar and starts shuffling again. “I’m game to play another hand. Seems we got some time pass,” and he starts dealing again.
As he deals he listens to Eugene, Harold, and Reno talk. He perks up when he hears about talk of prospectors and gold and then smiles at Remi’s butchering of the orcish language.
Religion: 20
((Sorry for not using colors, trying to text in car on bumpy road is a pain))
Remi puts 2 Nickles down as the Full Blind, and Harold puts 1 down as the Half Blind. "I'll call," Harold says as he puts another Nickle down, "Are you playing preacher man, or do you not have the cash?"
Eugene
Your hand:
7♦2♠
Vito
With your knowledge of the Orcs, Religious Belief, and Recent History you know that the Whiterock Orcs had a Tribal Havala Blue Dragon that the Military slayed one year ago, after it attacked the Winter Quarter Outpost. It is the same event in which the 1 Vinland Junior Officer, 3 Whiterock Braves, and 1 Whiterock Medicine Woman died in. Considering these facts you consider that the Whiterock has either gained a new Tribal Havala or the Military failed to actually kill the Blue Dragon.
Your hand:
Q♦4♣
The Pot has $0.20 in. It is Eugene's Turn to Call, Raise, or Fold.
“Not the cash, and not the luck it seems,” Eugene sighs as he throws his offsuit 2 & 7 into the middle face-up.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Heck sits with the brim of his hat pulled down over his eyes, dozing as the train jostles him. He half listens to the gambling and talk of religion, as concerned with one as the other, kinda the same to him, he pushes his hat back into his forehead when the tLk turns to undead and weerewolves. This was supposed to be less trouble than the last town... he looks at the gamblers and the preacher then leans his head back against the wall pushing his hat back over his eyes.
((I suppose that the train's stop will have to wait until Sunday))
Eugene curses darkly under his breath, thumbing the old silver bullet in pocket that at this point had turned into more of a luck piece than a functional object. So I'd hoped... "That's quite the tale stranger, and ye in my day I've had the unpleasantry of smiting the unholy undead. Performed an exorcism or two," he says with a chuckle. "I'd tell the story if we'd more time. But ranchers waylaid by werewolves...now that is the piece of intrigue. As fer these draconic rumors, Ah know firsthand the sort of tales folks can spin up given enough time and listeners, but are yeh sure there be no credence at all to the stories?" Seeing the denim-clad man rouse slightly, Eugene remarks, "howdy sleepyhead, what say yeh to all this talk o' undead and dragons?"
DM
Religion check to recognize "Havala": 8
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Eugene
The term "Havala" is unfamiliar to you. You figure that you'll have to ask someone that knows Orcs or their language.
Heck pushes the brim of his hat back up with his pointer finger and squints at Eugene appraisingly. Dragons? Undead? If you say so, neighbor, But I’ll keep my eye on regular old folk, they’re the ones always caused me the most trouble. He sits up and eyes the table, roused now from his reverie. How are the cards coming today, boys?
Vito looks up at the denim clad lad from his cards. "Oh they're coming along swell. How about yourself mister. The names Falk, what might your's be?"
Vito then looks at Remi and Harold and throws in his ante. "You boys ready?" and he deals out the three cards.
The ex-preacher tips his black leather hat. "And mine'd be Eugene Dobbs. Folk call me Eugene or, well, Dobbs. And this charming fellow's stolen all the luck it seems." Eugene keeps his eyes on the card game, and Falk in particular, while addressing Mr. Denim. "And ye, I've had my fair share of trouble with ordinary folk as well, don't get me mistaken."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
((Should I assume the DM is reading spoilers?))
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Heck smiles a bemused smile Falk, Eugene, the name’s Heck. Nice ta meet ya.
"Heck, it's gosh darn good ter meetcheh," Eugene chuckles at his pathetic attempt at humor.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
((Yes the DM is reading the Spoilers))
The Flop is laid down revealing 6♦3♥10♦. Harold is about to speak a sudden quake hits and the entire train shakes. Pushing all the cards and the $0.30 in Nickles off the table. "What the hell?!" Harold yells, and the entire car is filled with chatter. Another quake, shake of the entire train, and finally a deep roar. Gasps fill the car as a Blue Dragon bursts from the sands and begins to chase the Train. Remi gives Harold a punch on the Arm, "I told you." There is some loud clatter of shrill voices on top of the train car yelling at each other in Goblin.
Heck
"Dammit, why all trips did it have to be this one!" "Stop complaining and get that Cannon Loaded!" "Sir, the Ammunition for the Gatling Gun is in the front car!" "Well then, get your ass over there!" "Open Fire! Open Fire!"
A large bang as a Cannonball goes sailing through the air, obviously aimed at, but missing the Dragon completely. Another shrill voice begins coming through the Car's Intercom Pipe. "Eh- ah.... All passengers, it appears that we've found ourselves in a bit of a- situation." The voice nervously squeaks out, "If there are- um, any passengers that are good with a gun, don't much feel like dying, and are willing to help our crew out.... That-um... that'd be grand. Uh... Thank You for Riding with Western Union and Have a Nice Day?"
Heck draws his gun and runs toward the front car to see if he can help with the cannons.
Everyone that is helping, please roll Initiative.
Eugene jumps with a start at the first quake of the train. "Tarnation!" he exclaims, clasping a hand to his hat just in time to keep in on his head as the second quake shakes the car violently. He peers out the window of the train car at the blue dragon. "Seven Hells and Heaven above, I never thought I'd see the day...a gorramn Dragon..." he mutters. Shoulda believed the Corfie. If only Pappy could see me now... Eugene stands up, bringing the full height of his posture to bear, and slings his rifle from off his back. "Keep calm all o' yeh! By all the Holy Light still manages to touch proper, I'll keep yeh safe. I don' suppose any o' y'all kept yer britches dry enough ter help an old man out?"
Initiative: 19
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Vito falls to the floor, his hat landing only a few inches from him, as the train rattles from the earthquake. "Damn, ******* Dragon," Vito says to one and pulls out his pistol and checks to make sure it's loaded and then follows behind Eugene and Heck. "I plan to go down fighting," Vito again says to no one.
Initiative: 18