Crudely awoken, Fletcher replies as he seeks to unsheathe his longbow until it dawns on his mind that is his companion that woke him. He recognizes Walben's appearance, and sets himself down behind the tree he was occupying a good 30 feet distance from his companions.
"I cannot clearly remember my original design. I can see that my current appearance may be separate from some of my kin, but it improves the likelihood I can stay undetected in a brush, if my armor does not already show my position," the Warforged replies with a light tone coming from the same slit around where a chin should be, "My armor and face was designed under an order of law-bringers that are a mix of races, but it mostly had a workforce of Warforged."
“That’s pretty interesting. I think if someone changed me that much, I would feel like a whole other person than I was.”
Walben waits a beat before continuing.
”Hey, listen... earlier, you seemed bothered by some of our objectives. Maybe bothered isn’t the right word. Interested? I don’t know. Do you like what we’re doing?”
"Hmm..." Ambre thinks before taking the dice and rolling again.
10
"I'll stay at ten."
Ambre's eyes open up, MAC staring at the lizardman at attention, not taking his eyes off of it. She stays where she is until someone else in the party makes a move.
Well Thom jumps up throwing his Chain mail and ask very loudly "WHATS GOING ON!" he then trips over his sword and shield, and gets back to his feet, picks them up, and askes again, "Where?"
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Marcus stealth 22
Marcus gets up and looks around the camp. Any idea how many or- His voice cut off by Thoms outburst. Sssshhh! Quiet man! He whispers loudly. Looking back to Beo he asks Hope you're right about them being not hostile, do you think we can communicate with them?
“That’s pretty interesting. I think if someone changed me that much, I would feel like a whole other person than I was.”
Walben waits a beat before continuing.
”Hey, listen... earlier, you seemed bothered by some of our objectives. Maybe bothered isn’t the right word. Interested? I don’t know. Do you like what we’re doing?”
Fletcher
"I cannot properly answer that query. However, I do not know what else to do ever since I have followed along with this journey,"The Warforged pauses inbetween sentences as he thinks to have heard a sound before he realizes it to be a red-herring from a breeze of wind, for he continues speaking soon after, "I can see that meaning I am not sure of my current direction to follow, but I am true to say that I think I am here to help further our group's goals including the opportunity to explore Khorvaire-" he searches for the information,but cuts himself off even after a multitude of people he met before embarking with the Crimson Blade had told his knowledge to be false. The Warforged lays still there, his face unchanged of its usual form, although his mind palace currently harbors confusion.
Present.
Presumably awoken by Thom's commotion, his frame remains still, perhaps crudely blending into some of the swamp's flora or being interpreted as being non-functional from his appearance. He is aware of his surroundings, yet his orb-shaped eyes are currently under a dull hue of blue-green (commonly referred as aqua or cyan, and most likely calling it that for the rest of my posts if I remember).
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Current standings: Marcus: 40pts Beowulf: 37pts Ambre:31pts
Beowulf rolls the dice once more, initial roll 6
Well, i must try.
First hit: 3
10. We will see if you can finish then.
Beowulf closes his eyes for a moment as Thom is making all the noise, surely letting the lizardman know we have seen them.
Beowulf then moves out to the open area standing in full sight looking at one of the lizardman (or where he saw one last). He wont take out his weapons yet. He will speak loudly for them to hear. Who watches us? Come and show yourself.
If anything he will try to buy the others some time to gear up.
When Thom shouts thee is a moment of stillness in the air then a rush of noises, foliage being parted, scaled feet of creature fleeing.
Beowulf question stays unanswered for a second then a large crocodile like humanoid moves into the camp. It has no weapon that can be seen and has only a few pieces of leather hiding almost nothing of his bulging muscles. Several teeth and claws of various animals hung around his neck and he has a few colorful trinkets in the braids cascading down his back.
" You are in our territory soft skin, " he says in a sibilant voice, " creatures will make a feast of your kind here and others will come to avenge you or hunt for you. We will help if you promise to leave our territory."
Beowulf holds an arm out streched palms facing the rear to signal others to not get to close or not to attack yet.
We are not here to stay. And we are not without means to defend ourselves. Our journey here is with a purpose. We are looking for a half orc called Tren. A soft skin but larger than any of us. Your help in this would be welcome, but how do we know your kind does not want to feast on us as well.
Looking at the creature Beowulf will try and determine if he seems to be speaking the truth about helping us. (insight 5, wow nice)
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Marcus let's Beowulf do the talking, seeing he seems to have a grip on things. Marcus instead keeps his focus on the surrounding tree line for any more unexpected guests.
Walben walks past Beowulf to the lizardman hands in front for a shake.
The creature looks at the proffered hand and takes a step back unsure of what to do. He looks over Walben to Beowulf.
" We know where your friend is. He was taken by others soft skins. "
The others lizard-folks have left the area, staying out of sight and earshot.
" He is in a camp, on a beach, an hour of travel and at the edge of the swamp. They seem to be waiting for something. I will take you there if you wish."
At this point, the Warforged now rises from his inactive posture, connecting into his companions' small encampment. He spends a moment to analyze the lizardman, taking into account its feature and the ability to speak in good common; without rush, he is able to focus his intent, and speak, "Softskin is a strange moniker to call most humanoids, but that is not the case here. Were your kind able to identify these—'softskin'?" a cold breeze follows his low-thundering voice, pausing inbetween the last words, for he finds it hard to incorporate a name to the humanoid races.
He currently has the longbow sheathed aside his pack, and his 6'8” height stands tall without falter. His sudden appearance would be alarming if not for his incorporated scale-mail occasionally clunking into its own frame, yet proving to not be discomforting to the Warforged in the slightest.
"Taken. Not willingly." he nods very seriously. " I can show you the blood."
He takes a step back when Fletcher moves from where he was resting and once more once again acquiesce hearing the warforge words. IT is almost as if the creature feels like Fletcher is the monster.
" Red skins they have and are many. They have a old shaman leading them and her enforcer wan withstand a lot of injuries but despises fire ."
He nods knowingly and appears very proud of himself. He will move out of the camp and wait for you to talk. " Tell me when ready. I lead you there."
Marcus looks around at the others before stepping forward to follow the lizard. I'm more than ready. We need to find him fast, especially if hes in danger.
Thom takes a gulp of air before saying "Yes, we must have him from the..." Gulp, "Ttrrooolll." And Thom gulps again after an over exaggerated saying troll.
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Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
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“That’s pretty interesting. I think if someone changed me that much, I would feel like a whole other person than I was.”
Walben waits a beat before continuing.
”Hey, listen... earlier, you seemed bothered by some of our objectives. Maybe bothered isn’t the right word. Interested? I don’t know. Do you like what we’re doing?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Hmm..." Ambre thinks before taking the dice and rolling again.
10
"I'll stay at ten."
Ambre's eyes open up, MAC staring at the lizardman at attention, not taking his eyes off of it. She stays where she is until someone else in the party makes a move.
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Thom's Sleath 15, I have disadvantage due to armor, but would not have had it on, up to DM but here is the second roll. 19
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Well Thom jumps up throwing his Chain mail and ask very loudly "WHATS GOING ON!" he then trips over his sword and shield, and gets back to his feet, picks them up, and askes again, "Where?"
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Marcus stealth 22
Marcus gets up and looks around the camp. Any idea how many or- His voice cut off by Thoms outburst. Sssshhh! Quiet man! He whispers loudly. Looking back to Beo he asks Hope you're right about them being not hostile, do you think we can communicate with them?
Fletcher
"I cannot properly answer that query. However, I do not know what else to do ever since I have followed along with this journey," The Warforged pauses inbetween sentences as he thinks to have heard a sound before he realizes it to be a red-herring from a breeze of wind, for he continues speaking soon after, "I can see that meaning I am not sure of my current direction to follow, but I am true to say that I think I am here to help further our group's goals including the opportunity to explore Khorvaire-" he searches for the information, but cuts himself off even after a multitude of people he met before embarking with the Crimson Blade had told his knowledge to be false. The Warforged lays still there, his face unchanged of its usual form, although his mind palace currently harbors confusion.
Present.
Presumably awoken by Thom's commotion, his frame remains still, perhaps crudely blending into some of the swamp's flora or being interpreted as being non-functional from his appearance. He is aware of his surroundings, yet his orb-shaped eyes are currently under a dull hue of blue-green (commonly referred as aqua or cyan, and most likely calling it that for the rest of my posts if I remember).
Current standings:
Marcus: 40pts
Beowulf: 37pts
Ambre:31pts
Beowulf rolls the dice once more, initial roll 6
Well, i must try.
First hit: 3
10. We will see if you can finish then.
Beowulf closes his eyes for a moment as Thom is making all the noise, surely letting the lizardman know we have seen them.
Beowulf then moves out to the open area standing in full sight looking at one of the lizardman (or where he saw one last). He wont take out his weapons yet. He will speak loudly for them to hear. Who watches us? Come and show yourself.
If anything he will try to buy the others some time to gear up.
Knowing now that someone else blew their cover, Ambre sits up to see what was causing their caution.
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When Thom shouts thee is a moment of stillness in the air then a rush of noises, foliage being parted, scaled feet of creature fleeing.
Beowulf question stays unanswered for a second then a large crocodile like humanoid moves into the camp. It has no weapon that can be seen and has only a few pieces of leather hiding almost nothing of his bulging muscles. Several teeth and claws of various animals hung around his neck and he has a few colorful trinkets in the braids cascading down his back.
" You are in our territory soft skin, " he says in a sibilant voice, " creatures will make a feast of your kind here and others will come to avenge you or hunt for you. We will help if you promise to leave our territory."
"MY BAD GUYS." Thom looks embarrassed. To the croc man he says, "I am sorry, and yes I think that would make for a good plan."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Beowulf holds an arm out streched palms facing the rear to signal others to not get to close or not to attack yet.
We are not here to stay. And we are not without means to defend ourselves. Our journey here is with a purpose. We are looking for a half orc called Tren. A soft skin but larger than any of us. Your help in this would be welcome, but how do we know your kind does not want to feast on us as well.
Looking at the creature Beowulf will try and determine if he seems to be speaking the truth about helping us. (insight 5, wow nice)
Marcus let's Beowulf do the talking, seeing he seems to have a grip on things. Marcus instead keeps his focus on the surrounding tree line for any more unexpected guests.
Perception: 18
Walben handles those the way he was raised.
Good posture. Look the newcomers in the eye. Walk right up. And a firm handshake.
persuasion? 25
Paladin - warforged - orange
Walben walks past Beowulf to the lizardman hands in front for a shake.
The creature looks at the proffered hand and takes a step back unsure of what to do. He looks over Walben to Beowulf.
" We know where your friend is. He was taken by others soft skins. "
The others lizard-folks have left the area, staying out of sight and earshot.
" He is in a camp, on a beach, an hour of travel and at the edge of the swamp. They seem to be waiting for something. I will take you there if you wish."
"Taken? Like, abducted?" Ambre asks.
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Fletcher
At this point, the Warforged now rises from his inactive posture, connecting into his companions' small encampment. He spends a moment to analyze the lizardman, taking into account its feature and the ability to speak in good common; without rush, he is able to focus his intent, and speak, "Softskin is a strange moniker to call most humanoids, but that is not the case here. Were your kind able to identify these—'softskin'?" a cold breeze follows his low-thundering voice, pausing inbetween the last words, for he finds it hard to incorporate a name to the humanoid races.
He currently has the longbow sheathed aside his pack, and his 6'8” height stands tall without falter. His sudden appearance would be alarming if not for his incorporated scale-mail occasionally clunking into its own frame, yet proving to not be discomforting to the Warforged in the slightest.
The lizard looks at Amber and towers over her.
"Taken. Not willingly." he nods very seriously. " I can show you the blood."
He takes a step back when Fletcher moves from where he was resting and once more once again acquiesce hearing the warforge words. IT is almost as if the creature feels like Fletcher is the monster.
" Red skins they have and are many. They have a old shaman leading them and her enforcer wan withstand a lot of injuries but despises fire ."
He nods knowingly and appears very proud of himself. He will move out of the camp and wait for you to talk. " Tell me when ready. I lead you there."
Walben listens curiously. “Like a troll?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Marcus looks around at the others before stepping forward to follow the lizard. I'm more than ready. We need to find him fast, especially if hes in danger.
Thom takes a gulp of air before saying "Yes, we must have him from the..." Gulp, "Ttrrooolll." And Thom gulps again after an over exaggerated saying troll.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star