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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 26, 2020 12:44:49 GMT -8
Zakkoth from instinct send his hand to his old battered shield, when the human pull his dagger, raising the round old steel to defend his torso. The shield has remains of blue paint, and few elven arrowheads stuck so deep, that pulling them out will hole the old thing. He snarl in prepare for the attack, but with a deep breath calm down. "Sadly... I am still young in the new faith, I have found, so I can't read the signs of the gods as well, as I used to, wise elf." Zabboth said to Iro in common, as he has put down the shield, but still holding it. "How ever... with more mundane signs, I also can see that. Leoshin, a monk who has saved both my mortal life and my immortal soul, has requested my aid. He hasn't contacted me for years.... so I believe, there is some a dire need.' |
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 26, 2020 15:38:12 GMT -8
Eliana Reyra Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 1
HP:09/09| AC:16| Spell Attack:+6| Conditions: None
Eliana would have thought along the same lines as Conard, if it wasn't for the fact that she knew that troubles were waiting for them in Greenest. It was the very reason why she was traveling with this group. While she knew trouble was waiting for them, she also knew that answers were waiting for her (or at least she hoped). "Maybe Greenest will surprise us both," she says cheerfully, but after hearing the Bozak's words it was clear that her cheerfulness was a little more forced.
While she might have been walking with the young knight up in front, she was paying attention to what was going on behind her, especially after Zakkoth's words. While it was interesting that Zakkoth would predict that troubles were awaiting them, what was more interesting was Caelin. After discovering him three days ago, and they had an odd but very intriguing encounter, she was discreet enough to know not to ask him any questions even though she was dying to know what exactly had happened to him. Right now wasn't the time to ask, so she kept her distance. She had woken up to the smell of lavender shortly after the encounter with Caelin, and while the evidence pointed towards sweet Conrad, she highly doubted that the young knight had gone so far as to give her a bouquet so soon upon meeting her considering his naivety. She was content to pretend all the same.
Eliana's ears twitched lightly upon hearing the gutteral Draconic tongue. It was unclear if she understood what was being said, but she couldn't hide her surprise upon hearing Caelin speak the tongue so well. Why could he speak Draconic? The mystery surrounding him was deepening, and poor Eliana couldn't help but want to learn more. "I'm not quite sure what is going on back there, but it is sounding most dire," she says to the rest of the group. "And while it is important to keep vigilant to whatever dangers lie ahead of us, shouldn't we try to enjoy what peace we have left?" she asks.
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Post by JNAProductions on Mar 26, 2020 17:16:04 GMT -8
Laughter, who's fallen a little behind the group, catches back up with a bright blue flower in her hand. "Sorry! I saw this, and it looked really pretty, so I took some time to pluck it," she says to the rest. Hearing the others speaking Draconic, she sidles over to someone not involved in the conversation, asking "Any idea what they're saying?"
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Post by PallentisLunam on Mar 26, 2020 17:17:56 GMT -8
Conard Marpique, 1st lvl Ranger
AC: 17 | HP's: 11 of 11 | Passive Perception: 10 | Natural Explorer: Grasslands | Favored Enemy: Dragons | Position of Privilege
Conditions: None.
Conard does his best to ignore the flurry of activity in the wagon and focus on the road in front of him, but, like the others, his hand flashes to his sword in the moment of tension. With an exasperated huff the young squire pushes the hilt of his weapon away causing the sheathed blade to slap against his armored thigh. "I'm going to scout ahead," he calls loudly to the group in the wagon, unslinging his pack and tossing it brusquely into their midst.
"Omens indeed!" he scoffs under his breath as he adjusts his shield straps and checks his weapons. "Just an excuse to cause trouble and put everyone on edge. Master Frume would have told me if he expected any real danger. This is just a scouting mission. Maybe a small cult." Conard's mumblings trail off out of earshot as he trots up the road.
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Post by Pr0l0t0r on Mar 26, 2020 17:21:29 GMT -8
Before he could finish his thoughts, his head whipped to his left shoulder, and a small, brutal looking dagger sprouted to his hand. The Kagonesti's movements were unexpected, and he reacted with the reflexes and brutal, violent instincts honed by a decade within the cruel organization he had so recently fled. "Master Iro," he quickly switched to common trade speak, and as quickly as he changed dialects, so too did the dagger disappear into it's sheath, "Yes, the old bozak and I were discussing portents and omens, eyes have turned towards Greenest, eyes I would sooner avoid." He shrugged as if at a loss as to explain why he would travel there himself, "And yet, here I am."
AC: 12 | HP's: 8/8 | Passive Perception: 13 | Conditions: None.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The elf doesn't so much as blink as the dagger whips towards his face. Instead, he merely narrows his eyes at the human, waiting for the blade to disappear. Satisfied that no violence was intended or slight to be given, Iro nods slightly. And yet here we all are, young one. Drawn out of our castles, fastnesses, and away from the certain towards the shadows of the future. He squints up at the sun. There is a storm coming, not today, but soon. And we are in its path.To the woman and the dragonborn, he says, Vigilance yes, like the sentry rams on their sentinel rocks. There will be need for violence e'er long. The elf then stands in the bed of the wagon to look ahead, getting a vantage on the area. |
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 26, 2020 18:06:33 GMT -8
Eliana Reyra Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 1
HP:09/09| AC:16| Spell Attack:+6| Conditions: None
"I don't know," Elianna says to Laughter. She watches as her naive knight marches off ahead in a huff. With a small sigh, she walks to the back of the wagon to look at the group of man acting all serious and a bit jumpy. Against her better judgement, she reaches out to gently put her hand on Caelin's shoulder. "I don't think anyone here is going to be of harm to you," she says, trying to be comforting.
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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 26, 2020 19:09:47 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 10 of 10 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0Conditions: None.He heard her coming, the scent of lavender still lingered in her hair, her voice was soft, like spring water flowing over the smooth stones of a river bed. He looked up at her, his eyes sapphire, bright, but something behind them, clouded like he was remembering something else, the past. He leaned close, the stubble of his cheek brushing the maiden's own, and with whispered breath he spoke, "Perhaps true, perhaps not. However it is the well intentioned word that oft cuts deeper than the hidden blade." He nodded towards Ser Marpique, "The knight-aspirant is not wrong, but there is evil closing in on Greenest, a woman who once prayed to She of Many Faces, a Knight of the Skull, an abducter of children, a cutthroat, a murdress and a tyrant. And though the memory of her turns my bowels to water, I can't let her take another child 'neath her wing."He stood abruptly, and hopped down from his perch on the wagon's gate, landing without breaking stride. "I won't," he said as if to himself, a hand rested on the hilt of a thickbladed, cruelly curved knife strapped to his thigh. He trotted ahead towards the knight-aspirant that had so recently left his lady's company. "Ser Knight, a word!" As he caught up to him he spoke quickly, quietly, "The Children of Takhisis stalk towards Greenest, and, if I am correct, they do so in force. We must delay no further."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 26, 2020 19:58:41 GMT -8
Eliana Reyra Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 1
HP:09/09| AC:16| Spell Attack:+6| Conditions: None
Eliana is on the verge of taking a step back away from Caelin, but he moves so fast that she doesn't have enough time to react before she can feel his breath upon her cheek. Her eyes widen a bit as she has never had someone treat her quite this way before, so she doesn't know what exactly to do. "You seem to know a lot about the trouble that might be waiting for us in Greenest," she finally says. "I wonder why that is." She doesn't pose that as a question to Caelin mostly because he is already addressing Conrad, and she doubts that she will get an answer anyway. At least, not an answer that isn't worded in such a way to purposely confuse a person.
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 26, 2020 23:20:04 GMT -8
Zakkoth still sitting in the wagon, gave a glance to Laughter. So many elves and half elves... But it seems they don't hold grudge big enough to pick a fight with him. And then the curiouse dagger happy human mentioned going forward to talk with the knight. So much energy... he was almost enviouse. He was also curiouse to hear what exactly was said between them... but it probably was none of his buisness. He decide to turn to the other man of heart and spirits. "Master Iro... right?' He ask. "Old debt to a ...friend is bringing me here. May I ask what could take a druid out of his forest?" |
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Post by PallentisLunam on Mar 27, 2020 4:08:36 GMT -8
Conard Marpique, 1st lvl RangerAC: 17 | HP's: 11 of 11 | Passive Perception: 10 | Natural Explorer: Grasslands | Favored Enemy: Dragons | Position of Privilege Conditions: None. "Ser Knight, a word!" As he caught up to him he spoke quickly, quietly, "The Children of Takhisis stalk towards Greenest, and, if I am correct, they do so in force. We must delay no further." "Do not call me that," Conard interjects, "That is a title I have not earned and you dishonor those who have and myself when you apply it prematurely." Conard listens to the man's warning with a serious expression on his face as he scans the countryside. "What dangers do we have to fear from the fractious followers of a dead god? I will put a stop to any petty evils they still have the strength to muster. Theirs, and any we bring with us." The young adventurer stops and looks Caelin in the eye. "Did I hear you speaking with that Draconian?" he asks bluntly, "In its native tongue?" Despite the eye contact and interrogative tone, Caelin sees no guile in the squire's face. Conard is not trying to catch Caelin out and he seems ready to accept the other man's answer on its face. "Perhaps there is something to... its omens," Conard says stumbling for a moment over how to refer to Zakkoth, "But I find it hard to see signs in the doings of insects."
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Post by Yuki.N> on Mar 27, 2020 4:35:18 GMT -8
Perceval Lenos, Paladin of the LegionAC: 16 | HP: 11/11 | Passive Perception: 15 | Spellcasting modifier: +5, DC 13 | Lay on Hands: 5/5
Conditions: None.
Perceval waved Eliana over from his position, an unusual act given his indifference thus far. "Come, take a seat. You are clearly unused to travel, and the day is still long." His words were prosaic, but his expression and posture indicated there was more he wanted to say, preferably with a little more discretion.
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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 27, 2020 4:58:36 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 10 of 10 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0Conditions: None.Caelin's face turned hard as the young Knight before him dismissed the threat that he, himself, and their companions were walking in to. "Perhaps your Order deserves dishonor and scorn heaped at their feet if they train their aspirants to under estimate threats that they encounter and turn a blind eye to the suffering of those they have sworn to protect." He shook his head, "I assume Ser Knight, knows that the Children operate within the borders of Solamnia itself, abduct children, subject them to torture and worse, turning the weakest of them into tools and weapons that they wield with deadly precision against their enemies who are ignorant enough to believe them naught but fractious followers of a dead god."Caelin drew his cruel looking broad bladed knife and stalked forward, frustrated and angry at Conrad's casual dismissal of his warning. He plunged into the undergrowth, moving through the brush with a practised movement, his eyes scanning the horizon looking for smoke from Greenest's chimnies, it was near noon, mothers, daughters and wives would be preparing midday meals for their husbands, sons and brothers returning from the fields. The fact that a Bozak travelled with him, the encounter with the half elven maiden at the river two days ago, and now the infuriating exchange with the knight-aspirant ... had he grown too close to these people, revealed too much. The presence of two armed and armored men emboldened him, perhaps he had hoped, as the wide-eyed aspirant, that such evils as he had been exposed to could be confronted, defeated, if he were bold enough, brave enough. No, he thought to himself, it needed to be observed, it's weaknesses exposed, and then ruthlessly, utterly destroyed before it's influence, it's corruption could spread. 1d20·1d20
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Post by Pr0l0t0r on Mar 27, 2020 5:25:40 GMT -8
He decide to turn to the other man of heart and spirits. "Master Iro... right?' He ask. "Old debt to a ...friend is bringing me here. May I ask what could take a druid out of his forest?"
AC: 12 | HP's: 8/8 | Passive Perception: 13 | Conditions: None.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Kagonesti partially turns to address the bozak, keeping the majority of his attention focused on the road ahead as he stands in the bed of the wagon. Watching the impulsive humans squabble and then dart into the forest, Iro suppresses a sigh as he responds to Zakkoth. You have the right of it, dragonblood, I am Ironwood of the Cragpine Vale, but the kender often refer to me as Iro. It has stuck like lichen to a tree. He gestures with his staff to the vista in front of them, sending the spray of raven feathers tied to it rustling in its wake. Nothing and no man, bozak, could take me from my people. I am here because I need to be. Because the fate of my Vale and the Kagonesti whose memory I am demands it of me. Krynn spoke to me and I listened. What of you? You strike me as unlike the other scaleskinned I have met, though they have been few. |
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 27, 2020 5:47:11 GMT -8
Zakkoth- Bozak- Mystic Lvl 1
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"Ah. Yes. Ironwood sound more fitting for an elf. I see. I apologize." Zakkoth said, with a slight bow of his horned head.
"A debt. A friend of mine, who gave me hope, new direction, and has stopped me from killing myself... has requested my aid." He explain.
"The gods may have forsaken us, but I am doing my duties."
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Post by Pr0l0t0r on Mar 27, 2020 7:48:43 GMT -8
Zakkoth- Bozak- Mystic Lvl 1 ----- "Ah. Yes. Ironwood sound more fitting for an elf. I see. I apologize." Zakkoth said, with a slight bow of his horned head. "A debt. A friend of mine, who gave me hope, new direction, and has stopped me from killing myself... has requested my aid." He explain. "The gods may have forsaken us, but I am doing my duties."
AC: 12 | HP's: 8/8 | Passive Perception: 13 | Conditions: None.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ironwood bows his head in respectful return of the gesture. No need for apologies for no wrong was committed. What is the name you are called by?The elf nods, communicating perfect understanding of the need for repaying a life-debt but then frowns at the dragonborn's comment about the gods. The gods do what they have always done. It is not for them to forsake, or protect, us. They merely are, in the way that the wind, rain, and moons simply area. They are beyond mortals to comprehend though we feel their actions. But you are right that we must do our duty. In that, we share more than you know, bozak. |
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