Our story begins as you leave the coastal city of Huldremose on your way North.
What business you have and where exactly you are going is up to you. Perhaps you plan to veer West into the mountain holdings of both Men and Dwarves, or East toward the plains where great bands of nomadic tribes roam, or perhaps even further North into the Bleak Expanse.
The six of you have fallen in together as travelling companions. Monsters and bands of raiders roam the wilds and it’s dangerous for even an experienced fighter to walk the roads alone. Most of the trade caravans won’t hit the road until things warm up a bit more.
This road runs along the coast of the Valfish Bay and the waves wash over the stony shoreline. A large pine forest dominates the other side of the road. It is early spring and still cold, but here and there signs of life and new growth dot the landscape. You haven’t encountered much trouble, or many other travelers for that matter.
Here I’d like everyone to make a post just describing you character - what they look like and their attitude toward the rest of the group along with anything else they might have noticed about you in the week you have been travelling together.
Missy is young lass who hasn't entered her third decade yet. She has a mop of unkempt hair; red and short. Freckles adorn her skin. She's wearing a simple gray dress that, while older, is still well kept and uncannily clean. She's forthcoming and talkative. You've gathered so far that she used to work in a tavern. She has volunteered to cook for the group whenever they camped. Her meals are basic but more delicious than they have any right to be. Apart from daggers and an old, decrepit crossbow she goes unarmored and unarmed. The more perceptive folks might also have noticed, that she always carries a rod with her that never leaves her belt. An implement common to magic users but she doesn't openly use any magic.
Around the same age as Missy, Mizzenled Morgansoon (Miz) is a charming dwarf who seems to always wear the latest fashion. He occasionally will play his horn to pass the time, or tell a tale from the past, always trying to entertain. He has dark hair, dark eyes, and bronze skin, and keeps clean by an exorbitant use of a spell called prestidigitation. He comes from an extremely wealthy family of smiths, and knows quite a few prominent families. Underneath his fancy stylish clothes is leather armor and a rapier by his side, along with a signer ring on his left hand that shows his family’s symbol of fire curling around the head of a hammer.
Egil is a human male in his late twenties, tall and broad-shouldered anyway he seems even larger due to the chainmail armour, and the large wolfskin cloak worn over one shoulder, a shield slung over it as well adding to the effect.
The shield is painted black and scratched in many places but the boss in the centre is a well polished metal, with designs of lightning intricately engraved on it. A warhammer hangs within easy reach on his hip and a crossbow seems to complete the complement of arms and armour.
His head is bare, long black hair hangs loosely framing pale skin and green eyes. His confidence is unmistakable and he strides powerfully along, occasionally instructing the others in aspects of his worship of Thor that he feels they would benefit from, irrespective of the amount of interest shown.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
The rest of the group doubted for three days if the huge goliath was traveling with them or just following them, for he kept to himself and about 50 ft away from the rest of the group, walking across the forest most of the time. But little by little he has been walking a little more closer and during the camp preparation at nights he always bring wood for the fire and the last night he brought a deer for dinner, hunted with one of his javelins.
He stands over 8 and half feet, and wears some leather straps and a tattered wolf pelt to cover him. He wears two jabelins and a great axe on his back, and two handaxes on his hips. He carries his belongings in a leather backpack wich seems to be selfmade, witha small drum tied to it, but they hadn't seen him play it yet. He is bald, and his grey skin is covered with tribal tattos. He looks to the others over his towering height with a his clear, golden eyes. His voice is cavernous and doesn't used to start any conversation.
A young woman, Barely into her early twenties. Salem is a pinnacle of charm, Often conversing with the other more talkative folk for hours on end. She does have a odd tendency to Playfully flirt, Throwing a wink or a Flirtatious compliment.Though her appearance does not match her personality. Long dark hair which fades into dark blue towards the ends fall from her head, The right side Is braided and adorned with Beads and feathers. While the left side is straight and clean. Her skin is pale, very pale by human standards; Still she is quite beautiful. Often leading one to believe she may actually be a nocturnal creature but she ventures out during the day so that notion is quickly swept aside. She carries numerous amounts of knives on her person, Some small she keeps in a belt strapped across her torso. Others larger that she has hanging from her hip or thigh.
A Mere 5'7 and Maybe 120 lbs she is small and not physically strong but fast on her feet, Garbed in black and browns the hug her body a little tight but not constricting her movement. Underneath which rests leather armor. Never once talking about herself or her past, If brought up she will ignore it or try to move the conversation into another path.
(Your sixth member hasn't joined the campaign or the thread. Hopefully they still want to play, but I'm going to keep things moving just in case they don't show.)
It’s the 8th day of your journey. It’s close to noon and the sun is high and bright overhead. The weather has been clear today and you have been making good time.
Egil, you have the sharpest eyes and are the first to spot a figure on the road far in the distance. It’s hard to make out, but you think they are coming toward you.
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Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Salem is avidly trying to shield herself from the sun, Pulling her hood up and sinking as far into the cloak as possible. "Blasted sun, Why couldn't we make this journey under the moonlight again? The night life is so much better then that blasted ball of heat." Salem is pouting and kicking dirt as she trots along, Acting playful to get a conversation started: something she did rather often.
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Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
From behind the group suddenly comes the sound of hooves against the road. Any that look back sees a riderless horse with large, heavy hooves pounding the road. The mare is a dark chestnut with a nappy black mane, and a streak of white running down its nose, as well as white on the bottom quarter of its legs. When it finally catches up the group it slows to a trot, then prances around the group before falling back in behind the others. You could swear you hear the horse happily humming as the group continues down the road.
Egil calls out to the rest, whilst keeping his eyes sharp "Looks like the road is getting busy, first this stray horse appears and now there is someone approaching us ahead." Scanning the surroundings he adds "Keep your eyes open, I hear these parts can be dangerous and you never know.."
(Hey Saute, glad to have you aboard)
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
"Perhaps, my large friend, perhaps, but I am glad to see you are ready in case this is not so." the cleric replies having seen the axe held by the goliath. "Still, maybe the horse can tell us it's own business if needed." he stares at the horse, head tilted slightly as he thinks through the possibilities.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
"When we stop I could commune with the horse spirit and ask him to allow me to speak with him. Then we could have more answers from this fella" he taps the horse in the neck.
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*No no nothing like that, I just dont like-" She is interrupted by the sound of hooves and Egil's warning. Salem turns to watch the horse, without a rider approach the group. "Wait, what is a horse doing without a rider?" Inquisitive Salem will approach the mare with a hand out. "Shh shh it's alright, we're not gunna hurt you." Even though the horse does not seem to be scared, she will take the precaution of attempted to calm it as it seems slightly worked up. She will use Prestidigitation to clean the dirt the horse has gathered from its mane and coat.
Animal Handling: 17
((Welcome Saute! I mean, I know its a Druid in beast shape but Salem dont))
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Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
After hearing of someone new coming down the road, Miz will clean up any dirt on himself with prestidigitation saying, “You should always make a good first impression.”
A gruff chuckle comes from the fur-cloaked cleric although at the same time he checks the ease of access to his warhammer, he also readjusts his cloak and smooths his hair until it is slightly less wild looking. "Keep an eye on the treeline too, it would be easy to ambush travellers from that side."
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Salemyou approach the horse in a way as not to frighten the animal. You lock eyes with it and (because of your Nat 20) you instinctively realize that this is not... actually a horse. There is an intelligence in its gaze that no normal animal would have.
Your group continues forward. As the distant figure gets closer; you can all now see a human boy somewhere between ten and twelve years old. He's covered in mud and looks exhausted.
Our story begins as you leave the coastal city of Huldremose on your way North.
What business you have and where exactly you are going is up to you. Perhaps you plan to veer West into the mountain holdings of both Men and Dwarves, or East toward the plains where great bands of nomadic tribes roam, or perhaps even further North into the Bleak Expanse.
The six of you have fallen in together as travelling companions. Monsters and bands of raiders roam the wilds and it’s dangerous for even an experienced fighter to walk the roads alone. Most of the trade caravans won’t hit the road until things warm up a bit more.
This road runs along the coast of the Valfish Bay and the waves wash over the stony shoreline. A large pine forest dominates the other side of the road. It is early spring and still cold, but here and there signs of life and new growth dot the landscape. You haven’t encountered much trouble, or many other travelers for that matter.
Here I’d like everyone to make a post just describing you character - what they look like and their attitude toward the rest of the group along with anything else they might have noticed about you in the week you have been travelling together.
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Missy
Missy is young lass who hasn't entered her third decade yet. She has a mop of unkempt hair; red and short. Freckles adorn her skin. She's wearing a simple gray dress that, while older, is still well kept and uncannily clean. She's forthcoming and talkative. You've gathered so far that she used to work in a tavern. She has volunteered to cook for the group whenever they camped. Her meals are basic but more delicious than they have any right to be. Apart from daggers and an old, decrepit crossbow she goes unarmored and unarmed. The more perceptive folks might also have noticed, that she always carries a rod with her that never leaves her belt. An implement common to magic users but she doesn't openly use any magic.
Miz
Around the same age as Missy, Mizzenled Morgansoon (Miz) is a charming dwarf who seems to always wear the latest fashion. He occasionally will play his horn to pass the time, or tell a tale from the past, always trying to entertain. He has dark hair, dark eyes, and bronze skin, and keeps clean by an exorbitant use of a spell called prestidigitation. He comes from an extremely wealthy family of smiths, and knows quite a few prominent families. Underneath his fancy stylish clothes is leather armor and a rapier by his side, along with a signer ring on his left hand that shows his family’s symbol of fire curling around the head of a hammer.
Egil is a human male in his late twenties, tall and broad-shouldered anyway he seems even larger due to the chainmail armour, and the large wolfskin cloak worn over one shoulder, a shield slung over it as well adding to the effect.
The shield is painted black and scratched in many places but the boss in the centre is a well polished metal, with designs of lightning intricately engraved on it. A warhammer hangs within easy reach on his hip and a crossbow seems to complete the complement of arms and armour.
His head is bare, long black hair hangs loosely framing pale skin and green eyes. His confidence is unmistakable and he strides powerfully along, occasionally instructing the others in aspects of his worship of Thor that he feels they would benefit from, irrespective of the amount of interest shown.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
The rest of the group doubted for three days if the huge goliath was traveling with them or just following them, for he kept to himself and about 50 ft away from the rest of the group, walking across the forest most of the time. But little by little he has been walking a little more closer and during the camp preparation at nights he always bring wood for the fire and the last night he brought a deer for dinner, hunted with one of his javelins.
He stands over 8 and half feet, and wears some leather straps and a tattered wolf pelt to cover him. He wears two jabelins and a great axe on his back, and two handaxes on his hips. He carries his belongings in a leather backpack wich seems to be selfmade, witha small drum tied to it, but they hadn't seen him play it yet. He is bald, and his grey skin is covered with tribal tattos. He looks to the others over his towering height with a his clear, golden eyes. His voice is cavernous and doesn't used to start any conversation.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Salem
A young woman, Barely into her early twenties. Salem is a pinnacle of charm, Often conversing with the other more talkative folk for hours on end. She does have a odd tendency to Playfully flirt, Throwing a wink or a Flirtatious compliment.Though her appearance does not match her personality. Long dark hair which fades into dark blue towards the ends fall from her head, The right side Is braided and adorned with Beads and feathers. While the left side is straight and clean. Her skin is pale, very pale by human standards; Still she is quite beautiful. Often leading one to believe she may actually be a nocturnal creature but she ventures out during the day so that notion is quickly swept aside. She carries numerous amounts of knives on her person, Some small she keeps in a belt strapped across her torso. Others larger that she has hanging from her hip or thigh.
A Mere 5'7 and Maybe 120 lbs she is small and not physically strong but fast on her feet, Garbed in black and browns the hug her body a little tight but not constricting her movement. Underneath which rests leather armor. Never once talking about herself or her past, If brought up she will ignore it or try to move the conversation into another path.
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
(Your sixth member hasn't joined the campaign or the thread. Hopefully they still want to play, but I'm going to keep things moving just in case they don't show.)
It’s the 8th day of your journey. It’s close to noon and the sun is high and bright overhead. The weather has been clear today and you have been making good time.
Egil, you have the sharpest eyes and are the first to spot a figure on the road far in the distance. It’s hard to make out, but you think they are coming toward you.
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Salem is avidly trying to shield herself from the sun, Pulling her hood up and sinking as far into the cloak as possible. "Blasted sun, Why couldn't we make this journey under the moonlight again? The night life is so much better then that blasted ball of heat." Salem is pouting and kicking dirt as she trots along, Acting playful to get a conversation started: something she did rather often.
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
"Do you have, like, a skin condition then? You should have said something!" Missy says with genuine concern.
(I had someone ask to join. We are seemingly down a person and I've played with them before- so they'll be joining shortly!)
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
From behind the group suddenly comes the sound of hooves against the road. Any that look back sees a riderless horse with large, heavy hooves pounding the road. The mare is a dark chestnut with a nappy black mane, and a streak of white running down its nose, as well as white on the bottom quarter of its legs. When it finally catches up the group it slows to a trot, then prances around the group before falling back in behind the others. You could swear you hear the horse happily humming as the group continues down the road.
(Hello new and familiar faces. :D)
Egil calls out to the rest, whilst keeping his eyes sharp "Looks like the road is getting busy, first this stray horse appears and now there is someone approaching us ahead." Scanning the surroundings he adds "Keep your eyes open, I hear these parts can be dangerous and you never know.."
(Hey Saute, glad to have you aboard)
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Egil notices that the goliath already has his axe in his hands, probably since the horse came running towards them.
- Perhaps the owner of the horse comes to retrieve it -
He says.
( Usual suspects hehe ;) )
PbP Character: A few ;)
"Perhaps, my large friend, perhaps, but I am glad to see you are ready in case this is not so." the cleric replies having seen the axe held by the goliath. "Still, maybe the horse can tell us it's own business if needed." he stares at the horse, head tilted slightly as he thinks through the possibilities.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
The goliath looks to the horse too.
"When we stop I could commune with the horse spirit and ask him to allow me to speak with him. Then we could have more answers from this fella" he taps the horse in the neck.
PbP Character: A few ;)
*No no nothing like that, I just dont like-" She is interrupted by the sound of hooves and Egil's warning. Salem turns to watch the horse, without a rider approach the group. "Wait, what is a horse doing without a rider?" Inquisitive Salem will approach the mare with a hand out. "Shh shh it's alright, we're not gunna hurt you." Even though the horse does not seem to be scared, she will take the precaution of attempted to calm it as it seems slightly worked up. She will use Prestidigitation to clean the dirt the horse has gathered from its mane and coat.
Animal Handling: 17
((Welcome Saute! I mean, I know its a Druid in beast shape but Salem dont))
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
((UPside, first roll of the one-shot is a natural 20! Downside wasted on a pointless animal handling.))
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
After hearing of someone new coming down the road, Miz will clean up any dirt on himself with prestidigitation saying, “You should always make a good first impression.”
A gruff chuckle comes from the fur-cloaked cleric although at the same time he checks the ease of access to his warhammer, he also readjusts his cloak and smooths his hair until it is slightly less wild looking. "Keep an eye on the treeline too, it would be easy to ambush travellers from that side."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Salem you approach the horse in a way as not to frighten the animal. You lock eyes with it and (because of your Nat 20) you instinctively realize that this is not... actually a horse. There is an intelligence in its gaze that no normal animal would have.
Your group continues forward. As the distant figure gets closer; you can all now see a human boy somewhere between ten and twelve years old. He's covered in mud and looks exhausted.
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv