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Vik notches an arrow. If they can capture this archer, then they don't need to go further. They can provide the information they need about the rebels. He looks back at his compatriots to see if they are preparing to attack or flee.
If they want to attack: Vik will hide behind a tree within range of his shortbow ((if I need a new stealth roll: 24)). He will sneak attack with his shortbow. Attack: 21 Damage: 7 Sneak Attack: 6 He will use his cunning action to hide again behind a different tree: stealth18.
If they want to leave: Vik shakes his head and follows them back. This was a waste, there was perfectly good source of information in front of them. Oh well, onwards to the Fort.
((Edit: my first attack roll of the campaign, a natural 20! Woo))
Drake motions to Vik that they should turn back. Quietly he will retreat and avoid conflict at this time. They have a mission to perform and can investigate this area in the future. He makes a mental note to describe this location in writings so they will be able to find it when/if they return.
He looks to Tibark after see that Vik is clearly disappointed and makes sure that he is on board with the retreat.
Having said her piece, she lets her eyes nervously dart over and around their surroundings, and hopes that her words satisfy the Disfavored. The more she learns about them, the more certain she's becoming that she'd best keep her head down and mouth shut in the future. Maybe, she thinks, she should try to stay close to the other half-orc, Tibark. If nothing else, she feels he'd be much more blunt about any potentially murderous intentions than the rest of the band. She realizes that her hands are shaking a moment later, and, with a scowl, sets about checking the rivets in her shield, pushing and prodding them one by one for any signs of looseness.
''Having speared the dressed kill with a long stripped branch to enable easy and clean transport, the soldier eyes the drow sapper's efforts to check the integrity of her shield. Grunting, Blade stands and approaches slowly, shouldering his bow and withdrawing a hammer from his smith's tools. Reaching out his other meaty hand for the offending piece of armour, the trained smith says,'
"Here... give it to me. I will check it. And repair it, if needed."
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Drake motions to Vik that they should turn back. Quietly he will retreat and avoid conflict at this time. They have a mission to perform and can investigate this area in the future. He makes a mental note to describe this location in writings so they will be able to find it when/if they return.
He looks to Tibark after see that Vik is clearly disappointed and makes sure that he is on board with the retreat.
Tibark nods in acknowledgment and turns, curiosity forced to give way to the big picture.
Vik is annoyed that they couldn't capture someone for interrogation. Oh well, they can get more information later on.
When they get back to the group on the road, he will notices that things are somewhat tense. "Sorry for wasting peoples time. We turned back before we were spotted by there scout hiding in the woods."
He sees Malcolm trying to be part of a tree and heads over to him. "How are you feeling? And what is up with that lot? Why are they all riled up?"
Lorahzt looks surprised when the normally silent half-orc offers to repair her shield. She does hesitate for a moment, damaged or not, she still much preferred to have her shield on her than the alternative, but her desire for a better defense wins out when she notices the hammer- a tool, not a weapon- in his hands. While he certainly scares her, he also doesn't strike her as a liar or someone overconfident in his abilities. She hands over the battered but still sturdy center-grip shield to him, saying, "Thanks... I'm pretty sure the bottom rim is coming loose again."
Lorahzt looks surprised when the normally silent half-orc offers to repair her shield. She does hesitate for a moment, damaged or not, she still much preferred to have her shield on her than the alternative, but her desire for a better defense wins out when she notices the hammer- a tool, not a weapon- in his hands. While he certainly scares her, he also doesn't strike her as a liar or someone overconfident in his abilities. She hands over the battered but still sturdy center-grip shield to him, saying, "Thanks... I'm pretty sure the bottom rim is coming loose again."
'Without another word, Blade sets to checking and repairing the shield as needed, examining any rivets and joins, testing the tensile strenth of the steel as a whole, making any necessary amendments to improve or at least maintain the integrity of the piece of soldiering equipment, though he will attempt to do so quietly understanding the exposed nature of their position. After he is done, he will look the drow in the eyes as he hands the shield back, giving Lorahzt a small nod.'
Walking towards and past Corporal Allison, the Disfavored merely mutters as he goes by,'
"Comraderie."
'Seeing the return of the scout and the others, Blade will note with curiosity as the duplicitous changling speaks with the survivor.'
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Lorahzt returns Blade's nod when he hands her shield back. She isn't sure if his light tapping and inspection did much to improve her shield's stability... but, truth be told, so long as his work held up until she got to a proper smith or quartermaster, she would give him no grief. With a small, "Thanks," she retook her position and resumed her watch. She still didn't like their position, but she knew better than to test the tolerance shown to her by the half-orc. Maybe, she could get an ally out of him, in addition to Tibark, if she played her cards right.
The shield was fixed to a normal level, nothing particularly great or poor in the job. Sufficiently average. As the group returns Malcolm pushes himself from the side of the tree, the rest offering him a chance to tend to his wound has done wonders for his ability as he is ready to go. "Are we ready to return to Fort Reckoning now? I must make my report to my new superior as soon as possible. The boldness of the rebels in this area must be curbed." The younger man seems to have a fire in his eye if you cared to meet his gaze, it is easy to guess to have survived with many close comrades have not it was hard on the man.
The corporal nods at the recruit with nary a flicker of emotion."Yes, that's what I figured best, too. We bring you along, make sure you don't come to any further harm than need be, and you can deliver your report directly at Fort Reckoning. Far more effective than a second hand account from one of us. And maybe along the way you can tell us why it is you think the rebels let you live."It hadn't quite crossed her mind until partway through the rest of the rest of the group's voyage away, but something about this recruit's lone survival seems suspect to Allison. If nothing else, it'd be useful for rebel forces to have a man on the inside, and being the lone survivor after a heavy attack like this strikes Allison as too convenient.
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Vik is a little annoyed at being ignored by the recruit. He hopes no one let anything slip about there mission. He has not worked with these people before. While they seem capable in there way, they do not seem like the most suited towards espionage. Loose lips sink ships. He'll try to get more information from Swordbrother Malcom before they get to the Fort.
"Do you want me to scout forward again?" He will move to the front and start heading up the path.
The shield was fixed to a normal level, nothing particularly great or poor in the job. Sufficiently average. As the group returns Malcolm pushes himself from the side of the tree, the rest offering him a chance to tend to his wound has done wonders for his ability as he is ready to go. "Are we ready to return to Fort Reckoning now? I must make my report to my new superior as soon as possible. The boldness of the rebels in this area must be curbed." The younger man seems to have a fire in his eye if you cared to meet his gaze, it is easy to guess to have survived with many close comrades have not it was hard on the man.
'Unshouldering his bow in order to strap the dead buzzard to his pack, the half-orc's lip curls slightly in disdain at the survivor's continuing presence, though the soldier nods slightly in approval at the scout's taking point and moves to the front of the main contingent, ready to push forward to Fort Reckoning.
Blade, overhearing the corporal's words, glances at the 'lucky' survivor and begins to wonder...
Sometime along the march, the soldier will drop back alongside the formidable half-orc warrior and simply ask Tibark,'
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"Well, we will have much to tell, both you and our group. It would seem there is a hideout near here in those woods as it was well guarded. We can investigate when we have more time." Drake listens and then begins moving with the group. "We do need to get to fort Reckoning"
The shield was fixed to a normal level, nothing particularly great or poor in the job. Sufficiently average. As the group returns Malcolm pushes himself from the side of the tree, the rest offering him a chance to tend to his wound has done wonders for his ability as he is ready to go. "Are we ready to return to Fort Reckoning now? I must make my report to my new superior as soon as possible. The boldness of the rebels in this area must be curbed." The younger man seems to have a fire in his eye if you cared to meet his gaze, it is easy to guess to have survived with many close comrades have not it was hard on the man.
'Unshouldering his bow in order to strap the dead buzzard to his pack, the half-orc's lip curls slightly in disdain at the survivor's continuing presence, though the soldier nods slightly in approval at the scout's taking point and moves to the front of the main contingent, ready to push forward to Fort Reckoning.
Blade, overhearing the corporal's words, glances at the 'lucky' survivor and begins to wonder...
Sometime along the march, the soldier will drop back alongside the formidable half-orc warrior and simply ask Tibark,'
Almost whispering and in orc "nothing useful right now. The whole arrangement is odd at best, makes me uneasy. For now I'm keeping up appearances and waiting"
Almost whispering and in orc "nothing useful right now. The whole arrangement is odd at best, makes me uneasy. For now I'm keeping up appearances and waiting"
'Blade gives a nod of understanding, before moving back to the fore, making sure to keep track of where Swordbrother Malcolm is.'
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The party begins down the road. Vik, Malcolm follows close beside you as you wished to speak more with him. "Apologises sir, I did not wish to speak ill of them in front of them. Though not an expert they are not of exactly matching personalities, and maybe they are fighting for dominance at the moment. But thank you for your concern sir, the short rest did wonders for my wounds." It is only an hour or so more as you arrive at the Fort as the sun sinks into the west. A pair of sentries stand guard outside the palisade's open gates. The circle with three jagged lines running through it, the symbol of the Disfavored, is displayed over the entrance to the camp.
Vik smiles at Malcolm. "No need to "sir" me. I'm no one that important. You can call me Jared, if you like. Yea, it's best to stay out of the way of arguments. Did you hear what they were arguing about?" Vik asks. He's trying to see if he heard or inferred anything about their mission. It would be a shame if something leaked before an investigation could begin in earnest.
As they get towards the gates, Vik will motion the rest of the party forward. Better to let them be seen first, and he can observe from the back. He'll pull his hood up and stands towards the back as they go to the gates.
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'The solider will step up to the gates, but stand slightly behind and to the right of the Disfavored corporal, lending his intimidating presence in support of anything the officer says and does. The wary half-orc has his longbow in hand, but Blade will say nothing, merely glowering at the sentries and occassionally offering a nod at something Allison says.'
[OOC] Essentially Blade is just performing the help action to assist Allison in gaining their group entrance and hopefully an audience with Ashe. Intimidation check if required (advantage due to the Menacing feature): 20
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Tibark walks into the camp and looks for a place to post up and see what happens, preferably near a fire pit or wall where he can be not hidden but unassuming and ignored.
Lorahzt can't help but be relieved when the fort comes into view. Even with the Disfavored marks upon it, it has to be a safer place than those woodland roads. Her warhammer is sheathed and her shield is on her back, each ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. She steps up to the Corporal's left flank, a few feet further back than Blade, but close enough to lend support if necessary. Unless directly addressed, she will try to hold her tongue.
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Vik notches an arrow. If they can capture this archer, then they don't need to go further. They can provide the information they need about the rebels. He looks back at his compatriots to see if they are preparing to attack or flee.
If they want to attack:
Vik will hide behind a tree within range of his shortbow ((if I need a new stealth roll: 24)).
He will sneak attack with his shortbow. Attack: 21 Damage: 7 Sneak Attack: 6
He will use his cunning action to hide again behind a different tree: stealth 18.
If they want to leave:
Vik shakes his head and follows them back. This was a waste, there was perfectly good source of information in front of them. Oh well, onwards to the Fort.
((Edit: my first attack roll of the campaign, a natural 20! Woo))
Drake motions to Vik that they should turn back. Quietly he will retreat and avoid conflict at this time. They have a mission to perform and can investigate this area in the future. He makes a mental note to describe this location in writings so they will be able to find it when/if they return.
He looks to Tibark after see that Vik is clearly disappointed and makes sure that he is on board with the retreat.
Lot's of stuff ...
''Having speared the dressed kill with a long stripped branch to enable easy and clean transport, the soldier eyes the drow sapper's efforts to check the integrity of her shield. Grunting, Blade stands and approaches slowly, shouldering his bow and withdrawing a hammer from his smith's tools. Reaching out his other meaty hand for the offending piece of armour, the trained smith says,'
"Here... give it to me. I will check it. And repair it, if needed."
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Tibark nods in acknowledgment and turns, curiosity forced to give way to the big picture.
Vik is annoyed that they couldn't capture someone for interrogation. Oh well, they can get more information later on.
When they get back to the group on the road, he will notices that things are somewhat tense. "Sorry for wasting peoples time. We turned back before we were spotted by there scout hiding in the woods."
He sees Malcolm trying to be part of a tree and heads over to him. "How are you feeling? And what is up with that lot? Why are they all riled up?"
Lorahzt looks surprised when the normally silent half-orc offers to repair her shield. She does hesitate for a moment, damaged or not, she still much preferred to have her shield on her than the alternative, but her desire for a better defense wins out when she notices the hammer- a tool, not a weapon- in his hands. While he certainly scares her, he also doesn't strike her as a liar or someone overconfident in his abilities. She hands over the battered but still sturdy center-grip shield to him, saying, "Thanks... I'm pretty sure the bottom rim is coming loose again."
'Without another word, Blade sets to checking and repairing the shield as needed, examining any rivets and joins, testing the tensile strenth of the steel as a whole, making any necessary amendments to improve or at least maintain the integrity of the piece of soldiering equipment, though he will attempt to do so quietly understanding the exposed nature of their position. After he is done, he will look the drow in the eyes as he hands the shield back, giving Lorahzt a small nod.'
Walking towards and past Corporal Allison, the Disfavored merely mutters as he goes by,'
"Comraderie."
'Seeing the return of the scout and the others, Blade will note with curiosity as the duplicitous changling speaks with the survivor.'
[OOC] smith's tools check (str+prof): 20
stealth check to keep the repair process as quiet as possible: 17
[OOG] Not the big fella's best work, but hopefully sufficient for the simple task of repairing a piece of only marginally malfunctioning equipment.
Eek! Not rolling great at all. :(
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Lorahzt returns Blade's nod when he hands her shield back. She isn't sure if his light tapping and inspection did much to improve her shield's stability... but, truth be told, so long as his work held up until she got to a proper smith or quartermaster, she would give him no grief. With a small, "Thanks," she retook her position and resumed her watch. She still didn't like their position, but she knew better than to test the tolerance shown to her by the half-orc. Maybe, she could get an ally out of him, in addition to Tibark, if she played her cards right.
The shield was fixed to a normal level, nothing particularly great or poor in the job. Sufficiently average. As the group returns Malcolm pushes himself from the side of the tree, the rest offering him a chance to tend to his wound has done wonders for his ability as he is ready to go. "Are we ready to return to Fort Reckoning now? I must make my report to my new superior as soon as possible. The boldness of the rebels in this area must be curbed." The younger man seems to have a fire in his eye if you cared to meet his gaze, it is easy to guess to have survived with many close comrades have not it was hard on the man.
The corporal nods at the recruit with nary a flicker of emotion. "Yes, that's what I figured best, too. We bring you along, make sure you don't come to any further harm than need be, and you can deliver your report directly at Fort Reckoning. Far more effective than a second hand account from one of us. And maybe along the way you can tell us why it is you think the rebels let you live." It hadn't quite crossed her mind until partway through the rest of the rest of the group's voyage away, but something about this recruit's lone survival seems suspect to Allison. If nothing else, it'd be useful for rebel forces to have a man on the inside, and being the lone survivor after a heavy attack like this strikes Allison as too convenient.
PbP characters:
Allison Adrova - Reign of the Dragon King
Delilah Thorne - Eidolons of Eramyth
Melody Velias (Spy) - Power Trip
Vik is a little annoyed at being ignored by the recruit. He hopes no one let anything slip about there mission. He has not worked with these people before. While they seem capable in there way, they do not seem like the most suited towards espionage. Loose lips sink ships. He'll try to get more information from Swordbrother Malcom before they get to the Fort.
"Do you want me to scout forward again?" He will move to the front and start heading up the path.
perception 19
'Unshouldering his bow in order to strap the dead buzzard to his pack, the half-orc's lip curls slightly in disdain at the survivor's continuing presence, though the soldier nods slightly in approval at the scout's taking point and moves to the front of the main contingent, ready to push forward to Fort Reckoning.
Blade, overhearing the corporal's words, glances at the 'lucky' survivor and begins to wonder...
Sometime along the march, the soldier will drop back alongside the formidable half-orc warrior and simply ask Tibark,'
"Intel? Kills?"
[OOC] perception check during their trek: 7
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"Well, we will have much to tell, both you and our group. It would seem there is a hideout near here in those woods as it was well guarded. We can investigate when we have more time." Drake listens and then begins moving with the group. "We do need to get to fort Reckoning"
Lot's of stuff ...
Almost whispering and in orc "nothing useful right now. The whole arrangement is odd at best, makes me uneasy. For now I'm keeping up appearances and waiting"
'Blade gives a nod of understanding, before moving back to the fore, making sure to keep track of where Swordbrother Malcolm is.'
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
The party begins down the road. Vik, Malcolm follows close beside you as you wished to speak more with him.
"Apologises sir, I did not wish to speak ill of them in front of them. Though not an expert they are not of exactly matching personalities, and maybe they are fighting for dominance at the moment. But thank you for your concern sir, the short rest did wonders for my wounds."
It is only an hour or so more as you arrive at the Fort as the sun sinks into the west. A pair of sentries stand guard outside the palisade's open gates. The circle with three jagged lines running through it, the symbol of the Disfavored, is displayed over the entrance to the camp.
Vik smiles at Malcolm. "No need to "sir" me. I'm no one that important. You can call me Jared, if you like. Yea, it's best to stay out of the way of arguments. Did you hear what they were arguing about?" Vik asks. He's trying to see if he heard or inferred anything about their mission. It would be a shame if something leaked before an investigation could begin in earnest.
As they get towards the gates, Vik will motion the rest of the party forward. Better to let them be seen first, and he can observe from the back. He'll pull his hood up and stands towards the back as they go to the gates.
'The solider will step up to the gates, but stand slightly behind and to the right of the Disfavored corporal, lending his intimidating presence in support of anything the officer says and does. The wary half-orc has his longbow in hand, but Blade will say nothing, merely glowering at the sentries and occassionally offering a nod at something Allison says.'
[OOC] Essentially Blade is just performing the help action to assist Allison in gaining their group entrance and hopefully an audience with Ashe. Intimidation check if required (advantage due to the Menacing feature): 20
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Tibark walks into the camp and looks for a place to post up and see what happens, preferably near a fire pit or wall where he can be not hidden but unassuming and ignored.
Lorahzt can't help but be relieved when the fort comes into view. Even with the Disfavored marks upon it, it has to be a safer place than those woodland roads. Her warhammer is sheathed and her shield is on her back, each ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. She steps up to the Corporal's left flank, a few feet further back than Blade, but close enough to lend support if necessary. Unless directly addressed, she will try to hold her tongue.