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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 21, 2020 16:05:28 GMT -8
Zakkoth, level 1 mystic Bozak DraconianHp 9/9, AC 15, Intative 1, PP 12 Mystic points 2/6 -------------------------------------------- Zakkoth nod. 'Yes. His name is Leoshin by the way...' he puase looking at the new comer. 'Well, I don't mind more allies in this war, no matter how quirky they are, if they don't mind me'
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Post by Daos on Oct 21, 2020 17:49:01 GMT -8
"Actually, it's good timing that you are here, Henry," Conard says. "I was torn between two obligations. Now that you are here, perhaps you can help by taking over one of them for me. I swore an oath to this woman here." He gestures to the mousy brunette dressed as a peasant. "That I would aid her in finding her kidnapped children. But I also have an obligation to Sir Frume to continue investigating this cultist matter. If you can take over the latter for me, I can focus on the former."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 21, 2020 22:15:50 GMT -8
Eliana pouts a little bit upon listening to Conard. "You're leaving?" she asks.
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Post by Bunny Commando on Oct 22, 2020 0:35:38 GMT -8
Henry vigorously shakes Conard's hand, his voice a little bit chipper "You know me, Conard. I was always the lazy one." but then he frowns when hearing what happened, eyes widening at Conard saying the word 'dragon'. He sighs and nods then at the squire's request "I do understand. Well, go find these children and report back to Sir Ontharr and I will call you 'Sir Conard' in no time!"
Henry winks at Zakkoth "I do not mind anyone, good sir, unless they give me reason to mind."
Then he gazes the rest of the group with a friendly but cautious demeanor "I do not want to presume too much, but it seems at least some of you have a vested interest in discovering more about what happened here in Greenest. We haven't been properly introduced, though. And I would like to, before committing myself to work with you - of course, if you would have me." then he clears his throat, pointing to Greenest with his head "I would also appreciate if someone could help me better understand what happened and if you have any clue why Greenest was attacked and where these cultists may hide."
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Post by Zero Prime on Oct 22, 2020 2:36:20 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 18 of 18 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 1 Conditions: None. As Conard announced his intentions to fulfill his promise to Brina, and continue the search for her children, Caelin nodded, he respected the decision, and the man. He walked forward and clasped Conard's hand, "Ser Knight," despite the playful nature of the phrase, there was a nod of respect as he suqeezed the man's upper arm, he turned to Brina. "He's a good man, and you, a stronger, kinder heart than any I've known." Thoughts of this woman scrambling through a burning village searching for her children, it caused his chest to tighten and his throat grow thick. WIshing his own mother had fought half as hard after Frulam plucked him from the gutter. He hugged her, quickly, awkwardly, before any could see the moisture gather in his eyes. "We'll keep an eye out for sign of your children," he spoke as he stepped back, "and send word to Nighthill if we do. So check in frequently, and perhaps we'll meet again in time.""I do understand. Well, go find these children and report back to Sir Ontharr and I will call you 'Sir Conard' in no time!" His head turned to the new comer, "You already should," he snapped, "he's more deserving of the title than any other of your Order. The rest of you tilt at dragons, search for lances, while your people suffer, and cults grow to power under your outrageous mustaches." He pointed to the devastation of Greenest, "This! Falls squarely on the shoulders of the knightly orders, the Children of Takhisis rose to prominence in the streets of Palanthas, recruiting members from the innocents you swore to protect. You want to chase a dragon?!?" He hammered Iro's charred oak staff on the ground, "I watched an arc of lightning, bright enough to burn my eyes from their sockets, burn TWO of my companions to pillars of ash! If you want honor, want glory, then piss off! If you want to help, fine, but you listen to us because we know what we're dealing with and this isn't going to end like some god damned children's story!"With that he wandered down the hill towards the ruins of Greenest. {Out of Character Actions}OOC: Ohhhh! Another Knight for Caelin to develop a rivalry with! Welcome to the group Bunny! LOL. As an FYI, I am not a proponent at PvP, and I am a team player, so it's RP only, mechanically we'll work towards the groups best interest, Caelin may just barb or taunt the Knight. He blames the Solamnic Knights for a great many misdeeds that will come to light as the RP progresses.
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Post by Daos on Oct 22, 2020 12:44:41 GMT -8
"I am sorry, my lady, but I have an obligation to fulfill. I took an oath, and I must fulfill it," Conard says. "But Henry here is every bit the warrior I am. I am certain he can keep you safe in my absence. Trust in his sword arm and shield, and in his honor."
Conard seems a bit surprised, perhaps even a little embarrassed by Caelin's kind words. Brina, however, simply nods. "You are, as well. Thank you, all of you, for all you've done for me."
"We will," Brina replies. "And may the gods watch over you all on your own journey."
After Caelin's tirade and storm-off, Conard offers Henry a sympathetic shrug. "Sorry, he's always like that. He means well, though, in his own way."
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After storming off, Caelin heads into the town proper. He heads northward, toward the town square, or what remains of it. The inn's fire has burned out, there being little remaining but charred remains and a bit of stonework, like in the fireplace. Looking around, he can see people working together, neighbor helping neighbor, in digging through the remains, helping the wounded, and even beginning preliminary repairs of the places still standing. The dead have been removed from the streets and laid upon the grass, both enemy and villager alike, covered in blankets until a proper burial can be prepared. For now, the priority goes to the living.
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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 22, 2020 16:04:49 GMT -8
Zakkoth nod at Conrad. 'As far, as Solamnic knights go, you weren't bad. I also owe you as much, I owe anyone who has risked himself, to save me;
'Zakkoth.' Zakkoth present himself. 'Don't mind the angry one. He'l come around.' Zakkoth say, saying the streets clean.
'No corpses at the streets... it's a good omen.' he say.
'Well, to make things short, Takhisis is believedto be revived it seems- and those were her cult.'
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 22, 2020 22:56:22 GMT -8
"I understand," Eliana says. Having been raised around knights, honor and the like was really nothing new to her. She wishes the both of them luck before she turns to the newcomer and Caelin. She stands there in wide eyed shock for a moment, then seems to come over it just as Caelin is walking off. "Uh, please. Don't mind him. We have been through a lot," she admits. "We are all a little on edge. I'm Eliana. It is a pleasure to meet you, Henry was it?" She asks as she puts on her most charming demeanor.
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Post by Bunny Commando on Oct 23, 2020 2:20:51 GMT -8
Henry raises an eyebrow at Caelin's tirade, chuckles and shrugs a bit "It's certainly an introduction I didn't expect, still proved useful. At least I know where that fellow stands." then pats Conard's shoulder, a sad little smile on his lips "I wish you good luck in the days to come, my friend. Next time we meet I'll uncork that bottle I saved for a special day and we'll sing and laugh 'til the sun rises."
Having said goodbye to the fellow squire, Henry now pays close attention to Eliana and Zakkoth and slowly shakes his head when they talk about what happened with Caelin "Don't you worry. You know the saying, 'sticks and stones...'" and offers his hand to both "Yes, name's Henry and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. And don't listen to Conard, he's a better swordsman than me. Sir Ontharr keeps me around just because he needs someone to groom his horse and good old Conard is wasted on that." and before he could ask anything else, Zakkoth says a word that makes Henry skip a beat, his mouth agape. For a few moment Henry doesn't seem to know what to say, than clears his throat and gravely nods to Eliana and Zakkoth "Believed, you say. I dare to hope you know where we could ascertain if this belief is truthful?" and before they could answer he points the streets below "But please, if you don't mind I would like to check if there are wounded in need of assistance. As you said, Zakkoth, there are no dead bodies in the streets but every battle carries its own share of lingering pain."
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Post by Zero Prime on Oct 23, 2020 6:51:33 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 18 of 18 | AC: 17 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 1 Conditions: None. Caelin walked the streets, finding some familiar areas, the inn, the chapel, the mill, as he wandered he offered aid where possible, his mind circling around to the events of the previous night. The night shattered by thunder and lightning, the roar of a dragon awakening primeval fears, even as rooves of Greenest burst into flame from the rain of destruction that soared above the village of Greenest. Their flight from the Silver Tear, he circled backwards, his eyes towards the fallen that survivors pulled to the side of the road, by study of boots, or hands that grotesquely peeked from the blankets. Calloused hands, builed leather and studded boots, it was easy to point out the cultists, the raiders, it was those that drew his attention. Those blankets he pulled back, checking pouches, possessions, trying to determine if the cultists carried travel rations, how much, to try to figure out how long they had to march to reach Greenest, it would provide a clue as to their starting point. While doing so, he collected cloaks, tabbards, jerkins, equipment, creating bundles that would allow himself, and his comrades, to pass themselves off as stragglers, cultists and raiders, as they inevitably approached the rear guard of Frulam's raiders, and the Children of Tarkhisis. {Out of Character Actions}OOC: Going through the deceased, looking for anything that might provide us with a clue as to where the raiders were headquartered. I will be looking for a suit of studded leather that can be tailored to fit Caelin. Also I will beging bundling loose clothing, cloaks, belts, and other notable garments that would help us conceal ourselves as cultists.
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Post by Daos on Oct 23, 2020 15:40:52 GMT -8
Zakkoth, Eliana and Henry
After Conard and Brina depart, Zakkoth, Eliana and Henry head for the temple to look for Zakkoth's friend and to see if the local priest needed help with wounded. They speak as they walk.
The temple is a new sight to Henry. It's a large building, made of fieldstone with a peaked slate roof, and square in shape. It is taller than most other buildings in town. To Zakkoth and Eliana, though, it's a familiar sight, but it looks different now in the light of day. The front door has now been smashed in, and the smoke in the back has long since cleared up. But overall, the temple is actually in pretty good shape, at least outside. The interior is a bit of a mess, but can be cleared up in good time.
A small number of priests, all bearing the deep blue and white vestments and holy icon of Habbakuk, are tending to the wounded. The worst of the injured have already been cared for, so they are now dealing with more minor stuff, like cuts, scrapes and the like. The lead priest, Brother Falconmoon, is a half-elven man and he nods in recognition to Zakkoth and Eliana when he sees them.
The Habbakukites are not alone, however. A handful of monks wearing the copper red vestments of Majere are also helping out where they can. Zakkoth does not spot his friend, Leosin, among them, however.
Caelin and Chantilly
At first, Caelin considers taking the clothing from the dead cultists as a disguise, but then remembers from his time with them that standard procedure was to shed uniforms right after an attack or raid, largely as a security measure. Anyone showing up at their camp dressed in uniform is a big giveaway that they are spies. The party's own cloaks and hoods could probably do a better job at helping them fit in more than anything else. In fact, Caelin may wish to consider losing the black cultist cloak he obtained last night, and not just because of the frightened or dirty looks it's earning him from the locals as he walks around town.
Still, he decides to check the bodies for any studded leather, or anything else of value. He finds nothing at all; whatever the raiders may have been carrying has already been taken from them, likely from the villagers who collected the bodies, hoping to recoup some of their losses from the raid. Indeed, he sees that the locals are in the process of setting up a sort of haphazard bazaar in the town square, as most of the shops burned down, to sell their newly acquired wares (and whatever they were able to hide from the raiders during the attack) to newcomers. A caravan wagon, not unlike the one who brought Caelin here, arrives carrying several passengers, who look around aghast at the damage. The townsfolk are upon them quickly, offering to sell them whatever they managed to acquire from the dead soldiers, including weapons, armor, and other various equipment like rope, rations, etc.
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Meanwhile, Chantilly wanders the town, taking in the destruction. It was something of a wonder that the entire town had not been leveled, and it's almost strange to see how quickly people are bouncing back and trying to return to a state of normalcy as quickly as they can. Following the flow of the town, she finds herself soon in the town square. The villagers have hastily set up a sort of bazaar and are trying to sell various wares to travelers, in hopes of earning back some of the wealth they had stolen last night.
As she looks around, one figure jumps out at her. A young man with ashen white hair, wearing one of the black cloaks that some of the raiders also wore last night. He heads over to where the locals had collected the dead--both townsfolk and raider alike--and set them on the ground, covering them with blankets until a proper burial could be prepared. The man starts sifting through the bodies, searching them for anything of value, and coming up empty-handed.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 23, 2020 22:57:51 GMT -8
"So is your friend here?" Eliana asks zakkoth.
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Post by Matt4 on Oct 24, 2020 0:34:28 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 19/19 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: No Conditions: None As she walked trought the debris, looking around for something she could use to cook launch later, Chantilly was feeling an intense sense of guilt. Even if the town was seemingly going back to normal, maybe if she had been there she could have helped those poor people. But that creature...Chantilly recalled the stories about dragons the elder of her village used to tell. Beautiful, but really dangerous creatures. Usually the presence of a dragon would have meant certain death for an inconsiderate kender that would have disturbed such a mighty creature. Needless to say, plenty of kenders died that way. Her mind then wandered to the thoughts regarding that lightning that defeated the mighty dragon and caused it to flee. Surely the work of a powerful spellcaster. Maybe a beautiful elven sorceress, or a powerful and super smart gnome wizard, or maybe... Her mind was full of images of possibility on what this high-powered magic user that bested a dragon could look like, until she focused on the thought of him being a handsome human with sandy brown hair. It would make so much sense...It was a that precise moment that she noticed the cloaked figure near her. She recognized it as one member of the army she saw last night. Yes! It was her chance of getting rid of the guilt and help this town. Getting close to the figure, she unsheated on her daggers, mustering all the courage she could before yelling at the man. " H-Hey, if you think I'm scared of you or your dragon you're ri-" No, wait, it's the other way around." Wrong! You're wrong! Now, leave this town at once or I'll call my father!" She waited a second to let those last words simmer in her mouth, then added: " He is a power spellcaster, I'll let you know that!" she finishes, as she waved her dagger around toward the cloaked figure.
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Post by Zero Prime on Oct 24, 2020 4:30:47 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 18 of 18 | AC: 17 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 1 Conditions: None. Caelin was muttering a low curse as he discovered the raider's bodies had already been looted by the survivors, thereby destroying any evidence, or removing any clues that would lead to the location of their main camp. As he turned, ready to stalk towards the marketplace, a female voice, wavering, challenged him. He spun, saw the child with a knife in her hand, an eyebrow cocked, her stance was wide, the blade didn't waver, there was no ash in her face, no rivulets caused by tears. This wasn't a villager, it was someone newly arrived. "Put the knife away, fool girl!" He barked, "I've bled more for this town in a night than most of it's guards in a year of service. Where are you from? Tell me!"
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Post by Matt4 on Oct 24, 2020 9:46:38 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 19/19 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: No Conditions: None Chantilly winced a little. In her mind, her treat would have been enough to scare the man into running away crying. To be perfectly honest, she was glad that didn't happen because she would have felt even more sorry. Lowering her dagger, she inspected the cloaked figure, now that she was looking at him more clearly he didn't seem such a bad guy. She always imagined those with long nasty beards and scars all around the face. Maybe he was indeed a good person? " Me? I'm from a kender village far from here, are you..Wait, if you're not one of them why are you dressed like one of them?! I saw all of them leaving, did they.." She paused a bit ".. leave you behind?" At this point, she was starting to feel sorry for the man in front of her. His voice was full of anger and he looked tired, like really tired. She added with a softer tone of voice: " I'm sorry if I yelled at you."
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