The Autumn Country (Hunt for the Barley King)

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*Regardless of the answer to my last question I have this dude*

A huge man stands in front of the remains of a farmhouse. It has been destroyed by... who knows, frankly. It doesn't look like ghouls or any other regular monster.
The man hefts a massive, worn axe. His face is mostly covered by a wooden mask with no eyeholes, with one fully black eye visible underneath a broken area. His white hair is patchy and stringy. His torso is covered in brutal slash marks, which do not bleed, rather glow a dull reddish black. In his other hand, he holds a small knife, covered with fresh blood, which he promptly discards, as he turns and walks away from the frozen farmhouse, patches of frost remaining where his boots hit the ground.

 Aramar Evergreen walks towards the farmhouse, curious about what caused this

 The farmhouse is literally frozen. Slightly black ice covers every inch of the place. It also looks as if something tried to cut it in half beforehand.

 Aramer takes a look around cautiously, unslinging his bow and notching it

 *Whoops sorry*

The massive man appears about 20 ft away in Aramer's peripheral vision.

 *I'm going to roll for stealth* 15

Aramar attempts to hide from the massive man and observe him cautiously

 Aramer succeeds in hiding.

The man moves slowly, frost forming where his bare feet touch the ground. The axe he carries drags along the floor. He mutters something, but it's muffled by his mask.

 Aramar fires an arrow at the man  for hit 23 damage if it hits 13

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*This thread has the Lord's rest problem for me. Whenever I make a character, everyone ignores them. I will still try tho*

 *I try to interact when I have an idea of what I could actually do*

*Part of getting someone to RP with you, I've found, is to present an interesting plot hook that characters could reasonably have an affect on. With established characters, it's a lot easier, but we don't know LoL characters or, if we do know them, we don't know how you'll play them, making them an unknown still*

 *Ah, so you have noticed I play as League characters. I wondered if someone would. And yeah that makes sense. I try to provide decent hooks but I often fall back on the "character is in place doing thing and someone else appears and talks to them" route.*

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*This thread has the Lord's rest problem for me. Whenever I make a character, everyone ignores them. I will still try tho*

 *I try to interact when I have an idea of what I could actually do*

*Part of getting someone to RP with you, I've found, is to present an interesting plot hook that characters could reasonably have an affect on. With established characters, it's a lot easier, but we don't know LoL characters or, if we do know them, we don't know how you'll play them, making them an unknown still*

 *Ah, so you have noticed I play as League characters. I wondered if someone would. And yeah that makes sense. I try to provide decent hooks but I often fall back on the "character is in place doing thing and someone else appears and talks to them" route.*

 *Yeah, it's hard to do, especially when you aren't super experienced at it. The farmhouse is a good one. I'll interact soon.*

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*Regardless of the answer to my last question I have this dude*

A huge man stands in front of the remains of a farmhouse. It has been destroyed by... who knows, frankly. It doesn't look like ghouls or any other regular monster.
The man hefts a massive, worn axe. His face is mostly covered by a wooden mask with no eyeholes, with one fully black eye visible underneath a broken area. His white hair is patchy and stringy. His torso is covered in brutal slash marks, which do not bleed, rather glow a dull reddish black. In his other hand, he holds a small knife, covered with fresh blood, which he promptly discards, as he turns and walks away from the frozen farmhouse, patches of frost remaining where his boots hit the ground.

 Aramar Evergreen walks towards the farmhouse, curious about what caused this

 The farmhouse is literally frozen. Slightly black ice covers every inch of the place. It also looks as if something tried to cut it in half beforehand.

 Aramer takes a look around cautiously, unslinging his bow and notching it

 *Whoops sorry*

The massive man appears about 20 ft away in Aramer's peripheral vision.

 *I'm going to roll for stealth* 15

Aramar attempts to hide from the massive man and observe him cautiously

 Aramer succeeds in hiding.

The man moves slowly, frost forming where his bare feet touch the ground. The axe he carries drags along the floor. He mutters something, but it's muffled by his mask.

 Aramar fires an arrow at the man  for hit 23 damage if it hits 13

 *I assume this breaks stealth?*

The arrow buries itself in the man's shoulder. He grunts. His black eye looks around the place the arrow was fired from.

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*Regardless of the answer to my last question I have this dude*

A huge man stands in front of the remains of a farmhouse. It has been destroyed by... who knows, frankly. It doesn't look like ghouls or any other regular monster.
The man hefts a massive, worn axe. His face is mostly covered by a wooden mask with no eyeholes, with one fully black eye visible underneath a broken area. His white hair is patchy and stringy. His torso is covered in brutal slash marks, which do not bleed, rather glow a dull reddish black. In his other hand, he holds a small knife, covered with fresh blood, which he promptly discards, as he turns and walks away from the frozen farmhouse, patches of frost remaining where his boots hit the ground.

 Aramar Evergreen walks towards the farmhouse, curious about what caused this

 The farmhouse is literally frozen. Slightly black ice covers every inch of the place. It also looks as if something tried to cut it in half beforehand.

 Aramer takes a look around cautiously, unslinging his bow and notching it

 *Whoops sorry*

The massive man appears about 20 ft away in Aramer's peripheral vision.

 *I'm going to roll for stealth* 15

Aramar attempts to hide from the massive man and observe him cautiously

 Aramer succeeds in hiding.

The man moves slowly, frost forming where his bare feet touch the ground. The axe he carries drags along the floor. He mutters something, but it's muffled by his mask.

 Aramar fires an arrow at the man  for hit 23 damage if it hits 13

 *I assume this breaks stealth?*

The arrow buries itself in the man's shoulder. He grunts. His black eye looks around the place the arrow was fired from.

 *Yes, I believe so, the skulker feat doesn't mention what happens when attacks hit*

Aramar stepped out from his hiding place, notching another arrow as he spoke in a low voice, "Did you cause this beast?"

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*Regardless of the answer to my last question I have this dude*

A huge man stands in front of the remains of a farmhouse. It has been destroyed by... who knows, frankly. It doesn't look like ghouls or any other regular monster.
The man hefts a massive, worn axe. His face is mostly covered by a wooden mask with no eyeholes, with one fully black eye visible underneath a broken area. His white hair is patchy and stringy. His torso is covered in brutal slash marks, which do not bleed, rather glow a dull reddish black. In his other hand, he holds a small knife, covered with fresh blood, which he promptly discards, as he turns and walks away from the frozen farmhouse, patches of frost remaining where his boots hit the ground.

 Aramar Evergreen walks towards the farmhouse, curious about what caused this

 The farmhouse is literally frozen. Slightly black ice covers every inch of the place. It also looks as if something tried to cut it in half beforehand.

 Aramer takes a look around cautiously, unslinging his bow and notching it

 *Whoops sorry*

The massive man appears about 20 ft away in Aramer's peripheral vision.

 *I'm going to roll for stealth* 15

Aramar attempts to hide from the massive man and observe him cautiously

 Aramer succeeds in hiding.

The man moves slowly, frost forming where his bare feet touch the ground. The axe he carries drags along the floor. He mutters something, but it's muffled by his mask.

 Aramar fires an arrow at the man  for hit 23 damage if it hits 13

 *I assume this breaks stealth?*

The arrow buries itself in the man's shoulder. He grunts. His black eye looks around the place the arrow was fired from.

 *Yes, I believe so, the skulker feat doesn't mention what happens when attacks hit*

Aramar stepped out from his hiding place, notching another arrow as he spoke in a low voice, "Did you cause this beast?"

 The man seems to consider the notched arrow for a second. "Dunno." He says, his voice gravelly, lumbering forward. "Know nothin' 'bout beast. Know stuff 'bout you though. You hurt me. Now I hurt you." He launches forward, unexpectedly fast, swinging his axe twice.
Attack: 18 Damage: 21
Attack: 32 Damage: 18

*Irritatingly I have to leave pretty soon*

*Forgot to mention he also enters Rage so add 4 to those damage rolls*

*and gtg proper.*

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*Regardless of the answer to my last question I have this dude*

A huge man stands in front of the remains of a farmhouse. It has been destroyed by... who knows, frankly. It doesn't look like ghouls or any other regular monster.
The man hefts a massive, worn axe. His face is mostly covered by a wooden mask with no eyeholes, with one fully black eye visible underneath a broken area. His white hair is patchy and stringy. His torso is covered in brutal slash marks, which do not bleed, rather glow a dull reddish black. In his other hand, he holds a small knife, covered with fresh blood, which he promptly discards, as he turns and walks away from the frozen farmhouse, patches of frost remaining where his boots hit the ground.

 Aramar Evergreen walks towards the farmhouse, curious about what caused this

 The farmhouse is literally frozen. Slightly black ice covers every inch of the place. It also looks as if something tried to cut it in half beforehand.

 Aramer takes a look around cautiously, unslinging his bow and notching it

 *Whoops sorry*

The massive man appears about 20 ft away in Aramer's peripheral vision.

 *I'm going to roll for stealth* 15

Aramar attempts to hide from the massive man and observe him cautiously

 Aramer succeeds in hiding.

The man moves slowly, frost forming where his bare feet touch the ground. The axe he carries drags along the floor. He mutters something, but it's muffled by his mask.

 Aramar fires an arrow at the man  for hit 23 damage if it hits 13

 *I assume this breaks stealth?*

The arrow buries itself in the man's shoulder. He grunts. His black eye looks around the place the arrow was fired from.

 *Yes, I believe so, the skulker feat doesn't mention what happens when attacks hit*

Aramar stepped out from his hiding place, notching another arrow as he spoke in a low voice, "Did you cause this beast?"

 The man seems to consider the notched arrow for a second. "Dunno." He says, his voice gravelly, lumbering forward. "Know nothin' 'bout beast. Know stuff 'bout you though. You hurt me. Now I hurt you." He launches forward, unexpectedly fast, swinging his axe twice.
Attack: 27 Damage: 19
Attack: 17 Damage: 17

 *:) how much health does your guy have also, Aramar takes both hits*

Aramar gets hit twice as he staggered back, and he grabbed his oathbow as he shouted, "Swift death to you who have wronged me." 

I use a bonus action to regain 35 from second wind and I do 4 attacks 

Attack:32 Damage:13 + 10

Attack:16 Damage:8 + 10

Attack:33 Damage:12+10

Attack:20 Damage:10+11

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*Forgot to mention he also enters Rage*

 *alrighty*

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*Regardless of the answer to my last question I have this dude*

A huge man stands in front of the remains of a farmhouse. It has been destroyed by... who knows, frankly. It doesn't look like ghouls or any other regular monster.
The man hefts a massive, worn axe. His face is mostly covered by a wooden mask with no eyeholes, with one fully black eye visible underneath a broken area. His white hair is patchy and stringy. His torso is covered in brutal slash marks, which do not bleed, rather glow a dull reddish black. In his other hand, he holds a small knife, covered with fresh blood, which he promptly discards, as he turns and walks away from the frozen farmhouse, patches of frost remaining where his boots hit the ground.

 A towering humanoid, maybe eleven feet tall, saunters over, almost dancing as they do so. They are dressed in a tattered, bright red costume straight out of a Venetian carnival, but they wear a rusted knight's helmet in place of a typical mask and hat. They bow to the huge man. "What have we here?"

*Aw, I missed 'em*

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*Aw, I missed 'em*

 *Tomorrow*

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*Aw, I missed 'em*

 *Tomorrow*

 *I'll try and be here when you return*

*Good morning, my fellow lore-weavers!*

Adeline has spent a while resting, drying off her soft scales, and taking in the warm sunlight- now, though, she's left to the surrounding forest to get something to eat. As luck would have it, there's some snowbanks left that haven't fully melted, and one unaware ghoul had wandered a bit too close to her hiding spot. Her mouth, to her own surprise, unfurls from its more humanoid appearance into a frankly nightmarish arrangement of cutting and tearing mandibles- perfect for undead flesh. Currently, the moth-fey-beast is continuing her meal, pausing every so often to clean off the blood from her face and moth fluff.

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*Good morning, my fellow lore-weavers!*

Adeline has spent a while resting, drying off her soft scales, and taking in the warm sunlight- now, though, she's left to the surrounding forest to get something to eat. As luck would have it, there's some snowbanks left that haven't fully melted, and one unaware ghoul had wandered a bit too close to her hiding spot. Her mouth, to her own surprise, unfurls from its more humanoid appearance into a frankly nightmarish arrangement of cutting and tearing mandibles- perfect for undead flesh. Currently, the moth-fey-beast is continuing her meal, pausing every so often to clean off the blood from her face and moth fluff.

 *Howdy, Yvonne!*

Egregore half-watches, leaning against a tree, reading a newspaper, and smoking a pipe. Simultaneously multitasking and doing nothing. "That tiny fellow is trying to build a cabin for you. Oh, and there's some sort of nephilim wandering about."

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*Good morning, my fellow lore-weavers!*

Adeline has spent a while resting, drying off her soft scales, and taking in the warm sunlight- now, though, she's left to the surrounding forest to get something to eat. As luck would have it, there's some snowbanks left that haven't fully melted, and one unaware ghoul had wandered a bit too close to her hiding spot. Her mouth, to her own surprise, unfurls from its more humanoid appearance into a frankly nightmarish arrangement of cutting and tearing mandibles- perfect for undead flesh. Currently, the moth-fey-beast is continuing her meal, pausing every so often to clean off the blood from her face and moth fluff.

 *Howdy, Yvonne!*

Egregore half-watches, leaning against a tree, reading a newspaper, and smoking a pipe. Simultaneously multitasking and doing nothing. "That tiny fellow is trying to build a cabin for you. Oh, and there's some sort of nephilim wandering about."

*Howdy, Baal! How doth thee fare today?*

She looks back up at him, her fearsome mouthparts folding back up into their humanoid facsimile once more. "Wait, do you mean Carnival? Do you know where she is?" She produces a cloth from her satchel and cleans the blood from her claws.

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 *Howdy, Yvonne!*

Egregore half-watches, leaning against a tree, reading a newspaper, and smoking a pipe. Simultaneously multitasking and doing nothing. "That tiny fellow is trying to build a cabin for you. Oh, and there's some sort of nephilim wandering about."

*Howdy, Baal! How doth thee fare today?*

She looks back up at him, her fearsome mouthparts folding back up into their humanoid facsimile once more. "Wait, do you mean Carnival? Do you know where she is?" She produces a cloth from her satchel and cleans the blood from her claws.

 *I'm decent. Fridge broke, sadly. Fortunately, we have a second one that we have moved the dairy to.*

He nods. "Not far. She's still digging out the basement and foundations. I fear for her health once she begins attempting to fell trees." He dispels his items and walks over, conjuring a washcloth before delicately cleaning the remaining blood off Adeline's face.

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 *Howdy, Yvonne!*

Egregore half-watches, leaning against a tree, reading a newspaper, and smoking a pipe. Simultaneously multitasking and doing nothing. "That tiny fellow is trying to build a cabin for you. Oh, and there's some sort of nephilim wandering about."

*Howdy, Baal! How doth thee fare today?*

She looks back up at him, her fearsome mouthparts folding back up into their humanoid facsimile once more. "Wait, do you mean Carnival? Do you know where she is?" She produces a cloth from her satchel and cleans the blood from her claws.

 *I'm decent. Fridge broke, sadly. Fortunately, we have a second one that we have moved the dairy to.*

He nods. "Not far. She's still digging out the basement and foundations. I fear for her health once she begins attempting to fell trees." He dispels his items and walks over, conjuring a washcloth before delicately cleaning the remaining blood off Adeline's face.

*I'm sorry that happened- I hoped it can be fixed soon.*

Adeline's curiosity is replaced by concern at that last sentence, the moth-beast letting him clean the blood around her mouth. "Thank you very much. I'm going to go find her." And, staying true to her word, she goes looking for Carnival, attempting to sense her psychic presence and locate her based on that.