Darion is quiet through the evening, Robyn resting on his shoulder. He will chat with the people around, but concentrate on getting drunk at the feast. He will check in on his friends, and quietly pay his respects to the dead. He sits near Ellis, and at some point asks "So what next for you?"
Ellis would have helped the women and children with tending to the soldiers with food and water. He would have been quiet and respectful during the ceremony to put the dead to rest, wishing that he could have saved more of them. Then he hears Rawk, smiling as he nodded. "Thank you. Of course we had to stay and help, it's the right thing to do." he said back to her. Then he had heard Darion, sighing. "Hopefully finding my way back home. I hope that my town is still alright and hasn't been targeted by the yuan-ti." Ellis then says back to him, worried about his mother.
Darion nods at Ellis' words "Yes, I'm missing my home to! It is strange that it feels like that belongs to another lifetime, yet we have been here a few weeks. There is something about the jungle that seems to fill everything - stretching endlessly over time and place."
Darion pauses for a moment, trying to gather his drunken attempts at philosophy together, then decides that another drink will help clear his mind.
Darion nods enthusiastically at Erro's words, pleased he has seen the light "S'right." he gives Erro that blearily intense look "Not to say skill and strategiums." he pauses for a second, thinking there might have been something wrong with that sentence "Weren't VERY important. Pardon me. But Luck shined on us!" He nods his head happily, wondering if Erro had cast some sort of spell as he seemed a little blurry.
Rawk will just sit and listen. It was strange to hear about others talk of "home" and it not mean Dom-Gar or even this area. She knew that when the war was finally over there was a good chance they might leave. Still, the elation she felt from killing Fenthaza kept away anything that would dampen her spirits. She'd look down to the severed head and back up to her friends closing her eyes to let the victory sink in.
Noticing again that Rawk still had the severed head. “Goodness! I guess you’re going to keep that? Are you going to do anything with it? Seems like bad luck… or good luck? Darion!” He slaps Darion on the back a bit too hard, as he has had starting on a few too many. “Does luck work like that?” ”We did have the best strategiums, yes. Whose idea was it to just go at them like that and surprise them? Was that all of us? Way to go! Here Ellis, would you like a cup?”
Ellis listens, agreeing with everyone as he smiles happily. Then he hears Erro, thinking and decided to give it a try. "Sure" he just says back to the other with a nod. He is happy for the celebration and hoped that there would be an even bigger one once they've completed defeated the yuan-ti for good.
((LOL I love how Rawk is carrying the head around))
Darion stares blearily at Fenthasa's head "Your not looking well!" He comments. He raises his pint to her ironically "here's to your arrogance in not posting scouts. And here's to your decision to let four slaves kill... er.... what's his name, Slithy-top-hat"
As your inebriation intensifies so does the darkness of the night. Your bellies filled and spirits high, you crash onto your cots escaping into dreams. Your subconscious shifts from setting to setting as you relive your journey thus far. Tempest, Ellis and Darion's begins in the prion cell of the yuan-ti temple. Rawk, on the first scouting mission with her father and Erro his first steps off the ship that brought him to this strange land. Your minds race through images until they all connect at Dom-Gar then begin to flow together. You recruit aid for the war effort, survive the whirlwind as you sail across the great lake. You feel the earth tremble from the stampede and remember the sickening crunch of the yuan-ti as it fell from the tower. Various scenes from the days battle flash in your minds and your hearts pound in your chest then you begin to settle as you think of your homes, a life of peace and freedom from the clutches of the yuan-ti. Your dreams cease and you fall into a deep restful slumber.
You awaken to the same horn that you have heard before though the smell of cooking meats makes the jarring experience bearable. Your bodies are healed but bruised and stiff from the battle. You make your way out of your tents and see the village is sprawling with soldiers already at work taking down their tents, packing supplies but at a less strenuous pace than before. Tensions are low and you sit by your small campfire, the coals still smoldering up a puff of white smoke as you poke it and welcome the food brought to you. The sweet herbal tea is soothing to your throat, dried from all the shouting and dust kicked up from marching. Roasted hunks of flesh skewered on thin green switches drip succulent fatty oils as you bring them up to your mouths. Your stomachs satisfied you see Faelar, Kanush, Kurrk and Jaron who motion you over to them. You reach them already engaged in a discussion. "The soldiers spirits are high. We should use that to our advantage and crush the yuan-ti temple now." Faelar says. Kurrk counters saying, "They are also tired, a day or two's rest here will give us a better chance to reduce casualties." Jaron pipes in, "If given some time, we may be able to contruct our own siege engines and use the leftover poison against them in our assault." Though all seem to agree on attacking the temple, the timeline and method appear to be points of contention.
Darion, Ellis (at advantage) and Erro- make a DC12 con save. If you fail, your head is pounding and the morning sun only seems to make it worse.
Before going to sleep she would ask one of the shamans to cast the same spell on Fenthaza's head if they could to keep it preserved. Rawk would wake up perky and bouncing for battle. The food helped her deal with the bittersweet feeling in her stomach. Listening to everyone voice their opinions, she agreed with Faelar but knew her father was probably right and would offer a solution to please both. "How about we settle somewhere in the middle. Take today to rest, pack and plan. Tomorrow we march. Like Tempest said earlier, let the lone survivor create fear amongst them. If we leave now we may overtake it and then the message wont be received or have time to spread." she chirps a bit quieter than she wanted. She still felt nervous in front of her father and would try not to seem too enthusiastic.
”Oooohh… too much fun. Whatever we do, please not today. I’m in no shape to be making a decision right now… BUT… they are probably not prepared; they never dreamed they’d be on the defense. They are leaderless and disorganized. There’s no sense in doing anything risky and losing lives needlessly.”
Ellis had woken up feeling surprisingly refreshed and good, though stiff and such from the battle they went through. He listens to everyone as they try to figure out when and how to attack the temple. "I agree with Rawk. Let's rest today and plan what to do. Then we'll go attack them tomorrow since with only the one survivor and Fenthasa having been taken out, they won't be prepared at all for a sudden attack." he then said back to everyone.
Kurrk and Jaron nod in agreement but Faelar, still the warrior at heart, sighs but concedes. "There is wisdom in what you say Rawk. Your father taught you well." Faelar says then exits the group with a bow and begins to bark orders to the soldiers. Most jump into action, while some from the Dom-Eko group stare blankly then begin to move with the rest of the soldiers. "Many of our group are volunteers. Gnavi wouldn't spare anyone except those who chose to go and fight. In the end only 20 decided to join us. Almost everyone you see here is from Dom-Eko. They are excellent archers but not well equipped for a melee."Jaron says looking out to the swarm of bodies each performing task. As Jaron talks you recall from your memory of entering the village after the battle that most of the foot soldiers bore makeshift spears and woodcutting axes rather than battleaxes and swords. "If you hadn't sent us warning, or come when you did, I think the whole village would've fallen. You've earned yourselves a respite for the day. Make good use of it, we'll need you in the battle to come."he says then heads towards the southern gate where he meets up with Kanush and a few others who then exit the village and head in the direction of the catapults.
(The day is yours to rest or assist in whatever way you can think of. If you want to assist or try to do something explain what it is you wish to try and roll two d20s, one for each half of the day.)
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The first half of the day, with his pounding headache, Erro will spend his time doing something relatively simple and hydrating himself. He may chat up other soldiers to try to provide encouragement, and to try to glean insight as to how they are feeling. Are they prepared to march or do we really need more time?
The later half of the day Erro may feel better, and then he would join into physical work, helping load supplies, repair weapons, and the like.
15 And 4
”Darion, is it against the rules of luck to start to like our chances? Some might call that ‘tempting fate’ but it is ridiculous notion. Whatever is going to happen is already going to happen.”
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Rawk will fly over to Jaron's group and help them with whatever they're doing then will spend the second half of the day carrying supplies wherever they need to go.
Darion looks very green in the morning, wincing throughout much of the meeting. only nodding his agreement with the others. He will find somewhere quiet to rest, away from everyone else and tries to recover, drinking from the well and eating a few fruits. He can't shake some of the scenes of battle from his mind, and the dead lying around. The temptation to drink a little more is there, but he pushes it away.
When Erro finds him, Darion gives him a weak smile "I don't think it makes much difference to luck, whether we like it or not! But, I think confidence helps inspire us - provided we do not get as cocky as Fenthasa was. Chance may govern much, but there is still room within that to help us make the odds more or less in our favour. On that, I think, we have done as much as we can!"
He sits back exhausted at such a conversation, and seems withdrawn "Erro," he suddenly asks "When Fenthasa and the others were killed, I felt such a fierce.... joy? I can't help wondering if that makes me as bad as them? 'You would have made a good Yuan-ti' Fenthasa once told me. Did they see themselves as monsters? How would I know if I was one?"
Darion is quiet through the evening, Robyn resting on his shoulder. He will chat with the people around, but concentrate on getting drunk at the feast. He will check in on his friends, and quietly pay his respects to the dead. He sits near Ellis, and at some point asks "So what next for you?"
Do you like my Boots of Flying?
Ellis would have helped the women and children with tending to the soldiers with food and water. He would have been quiet and respectful during the ceremony to put the dead to rest, wishing that he could have saved more of them. Then he hears Rawk, smiling as he nodded. "Thank you. Of course we had to stay and help, it's the right thing to do." he said back to her. Then he had heard Darion, sighing. "Hopefully finding my way back home. I hope that my town is still alright and hasn't been targeted by the yuan-ti." Ellis then says back to him, worried about his mother.
Darion nods at Ellis' words "Yes, I'm missing my home to! It is strange that it feels like that belongs to another lifetime, yet we have been here a few weeks. There is something about the jungle that seems to fill everything - stretching endlessly over time and place."
Darion pauses for a moment, trying to gather his drunken attempts at philosophy together, then decides that another drink will help clear his mind.
Do you like my Boots of Flying?
Erro helps Darion’s hand find the drink. “I suppose we got pretty lucky this time, eh? Lots of luck!”
Darion nods enthusiastically at Erro's words, pleased he has seen the light "S'right." he gives Erro that blearily intense look "Not to say skill and strategiums." he pauses for a second, thinking there might have been something wrong with that sentence "Weren't VERY important. Pardon me. But Luck shined on us!" He nods his head happily, wondering if Erro had cast some sort of spell as he seemed a little blurry.
Do you like my Boots of Flying?
Rawk will just sit and listen. It was strange to hear about others talk of "home" and it not mean Dom-Gar or even this area. She knew that when the war was finally over there was a good chance they might leave. Still, the elation she felt from killing Fenthaza kept away anything that would dampen her spirits. She'd look down to the severed head and back up to her friends closing her eyes to let the victory sink in.
Noticing again that Rawk still had the severed head. “Goodness! I guess you’re going to keep that? Are you going to do anything with it? Seems like bad luck… or good luck? Darion!” He slaps Darion on the back a bit too hard, as he has had starting on a few too many. “Does luck work like that?” ”We did have the best strategiums, yes. Whose idea was it to just go at them like that and surprise them? Was that all of us? Way to go! Here Ellis, would you like a cup?”
Ellis listens, agreeing with everyone as he smiles happily. Then he hears Erro, thinking and decided to give it a try. "Sure" he just says back to the other with a nod. He is happy for the celebration and hoped that there would be an even bigger one once they've completed defeated the yuan-ti for good.
((LOL I love how Rawk is carrying the head around))
Darion stares blearily at Fenthasa's head "Your not looking well!" He comments. He raises his pint to her ironically "here's to your arrogance in not posting scouts. And here's to your decision to let four slaves kill... er.... what's his name, Slithy-top-hat"
He gives a grin, and takes another swig.
Do you like my Boots of Flying?
As your inebriation intensifies so does the darkness of the night. Your bellies filled and spirits high, you crash onto your cots escaping into dreams. Your subconscious shifts from setting to setting as you relive your journey thus far. Tempest, Ellis and Darion's begins in the prion cell of the yuan-ti temple. Rawk, on the first scouting mission with her father and Erro his first steps off the ship that brought him to this strange land. Your minds race through images until they all connect at Dom-Gar then begin to flow together. You recruit aid for the war effort, survive the whirlwind as you sail across the great lake. You feel the earth tremble from the stampede and remember the sickening crunch of the yuan-ti as it fell from the tower. Various scenes from the days battle flash in your minds and your hearts pound in your chest then you begin to settle as you think of your homes, a life of peace and freedom from the clutches of the yuan-ti. Your dreams cease and you fall into a deep restful slumber.
You awaken to the same horn that you have heard before though the smell of cooking meats makes the jarring experience bearable. Your bodies are healed but bruised and stiff from the battle. You make your way out of your tents and see the village is sprawling with soldiers already at work taking down their tents, packing supplies but at a less strenuous pace than before. Tensions are low and you sit by your small campfire, the coals still smoldering up a puff of white smoke as you poke it and welcome the food brought to you. The sweet herbal tea is soothing to your throat, dried from all the shouting and dust kicked up from marching. Roasted hunks of flesh skewered on thin green switches drip succulent fatty oils as you bring them up to your mouths. Your stomachs satisfied you see Faelar, Kanush, Kurrk and Jaron who motion you over to them. You reach them already engaged in a discussion. "The soldiers spirits are high. We should use that to our advantage and crush the yuan-ti temple now." Faelar says. Kurrk counters saying, "They are also tired, a day or two's rest here will give us a better chance to reduce casualties." Jaron pipes in, "If given some time, we may be able to contruct our own siege engines and use the leftover poison against them in our assault." Though all seem to agree on attacking the temple, the timeline and method appear to be points of contention.
Darion, Ellis (at advantage) and Erro- make a DC12 con save. If you fail, your head is pounding and the morning sun only seems to make it worse.
Before going to sleep she would ask one of the shamans to cast the same spell on Fenthaza's head if they could to keep it preserved. Rawk would wake up perky and bouncing for battle. The food helped her deal with the bittersweet feeling in her stomach. Listening to everyone voice their opinions, she agreed with Faelar but knew her father was probably right and would offer a solution to please both. "How about we settle somewhere in the middle. Take today to rest, pack and plan. Tomorrow we march. Like Tempest said earlier, let the lone survivor create fear amongst them. If we leave now we may overtake it and then the message wont be received or have time to spread." she chirps a bit quieter than she wanted. She still felt nervous in front of her father and would try not to seem too enthusiastic.
8 CON
”Oooohh… too much fun. Whatever we do, please not today. I’m in no shape to be making a decision right now… BUT… they are probably not prepared; they never dreamed they’d be on the defense. They are leaderless and disorganized. There’s no sense in doing anything risky and losing lives needlessly.”
CON Save: 21
Ellis had woken up feeling surprisingly refreshed and good, though stiff and such from the battle they went through. He listens to everyone as they try to figure out when and how to attack the temple. "I agree with Rawk. Let's rest today and plan what to do. Then we'll go attack them tomorrow since with only the one survivor and Fenthasa having been taken out, they won't be prepared at all for a sudden attack." he then said back to everyone.
Kurrk and Jaron nod in agreement but Faelar, still the warrior at heart, sighs but concedes. "There is wisdom in what you say Rawk. Your father taught you well." Faelar says then exits the group with a bow and begins to bark orders to the soldiers. Most jump into action, while some from the Dom-Eko group stare blankly then begin to move with the rest of the soldiers. "Many of our group are volunteers. Gnavi wouldn't spare anyone except those who chose to go and fight. In the end only 20 decided to join us. Almost everyone you see here is from Dom-Eko. They are excellent archers but not well equipped for a melee." Jaron says looking out to the swarm of bodies each performing task. As Jaron talks you recall from your memory of entering the village after the battle that most of the foot soldiers bore makeshift spears and woodcutting axes rather than battleaxes and swords. "If you hadn't sent us warning, or come when you did, I think the whole village would've fallen. You've earned yourselves a respite for the day. Make good use of it, we'll need you in the battle to come." he says then heads towards the southern gate where he meets up with Kanush and a few others who then exit the village and head in the direction of the catapults.
(The day is yours to rest or assist in whatever way you can think of. If you want to assist or try to do something explain what it is you wish to try and roll two d20s, one for each half of the day.)
The first half of the day, with his pounding headache, Erro will spend his time doing something relatively simple and hydrating himself. He may chat up other soldiers to try to provide encouragement, and to try to glean insight as to how they are feeling. Are they prepared to march or do we really need more time?
The later half of the day Erro may feel better, and then he would join into physical work, helping load supplies, repair weapons, and the like.
15 And 4
”Darion, is it against the rules of luck to start to like our chances? Some might call that ‘tempting fate’ but it is ridiculous notion. Whatever is going to happen is already going to happen.”
Rawk will fly over to Jaron's group and help them with whatever they're doing then will spend the second half of the day carrying supplies wherever they need to go.
20 4
((Sorry for the delay))
Darion Con save: 10
Do you like my Boots of Flying?
Darion looks very green in the morning, wincing throughout much of the meeting. only nodding his agreement with the others. He will find somewhere quiet to rest, away from everyone else and tries to recover, drinking from the well and eating a few fruits. He can't shake some of the scenes of battle from his mind, and the dead lying around. The temptation to drink a little more is there, but he pushes it away.
When Erro finds him, Darion gives him a weak smile "I don't think it makes much difference to luck, whether we like it or not! But, I think confidence helps inspire us - provided we do not get as cocky as Fenthasa was. Chance may govern much, but there is still room within that to help us make the odds more or less in our favour. On that, I think, we have done as much as we can!"
He sits back exhausted at such a conversation, and seems withdrawn "Erro," he suddenly asks "When Fenthasa and the others were killed, I felt such a fierce.... joy? I can't help wondering if that makes me as bad as them? 'You would have made a good Yuan-ti' Fenthasa once told me. Did they see themselves as monsters? How would I know if I was one?"
Do you like my Boots of Flying?
For both halves of the day, Ellis will help out with anything that he can assist with along with trying to motivate everyone too.
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