The grass. (JimW) Thursday July 19th, 2007 12:34:26 AM
Flor is more than happy to give everyone directions to the grass dome that he has visited in the past. At one point he looks to Trellus and shrugs his shoulders. "Do you need me to guide you there?" His offer is genuine and he would be willing to do just that but he is not sure if he would be welcome. He also knows that the pack does not trust him that well and so it should be.
Tishe' gets a sense that there is something out there in the grass waiting for her. Could it be the companion that she is looking for or is it something else. Time will tell it seems and it is another mystery, but one that could be easily solved.
[Have not checked my email so if you have emailed me just let me know. What type of companion is Tishe' looking for to replace her lost one?]
[The potions are CSW potions-CL9]
[Do not think that I ignored Grymash's hunting roll. I just did not use it as the group is going to move out and I did not know if you would want to take time for killing, dressing out and storing of food items.]
Tishe' d20+8=11 d20+8=19 Thursday July 19th, 2007 6:10:53 PM
Keeping her eyes and ears open (Listen:11, Spot:19) Tishe' holds onto her crossbow and watches the 'grass around her. The prickling in the back of her shoulderblades keeps her turning around, but Wart doesn't seem too concerned, and so she keeps moving.
An endure elements spell with her Extend Rod ensures that Tishe' will travel in relative comfort.
Trellus Thursday July 19th, 2007 8:16:07 PM
Trellus takes the Lesser Restoration potions from Gilan, and hands over 300 gold pieces to pay for it. Looking over the healing potions, he ponders for a moment. "Uh, Gry take two, Flea two, Murdock two, Tishe one and me one." he decides.
Flor's offer is quickly accepted. "Shades, yes. By all means show the way. It'll be way easier to find.
Trellus grins at Flea's outburst and cocks his head toward the Grass. "Have at it!" he calls. The blond man is in good spirits. Its definitely time to be off again.
"Hey, Gil - how 'bout you trail? Flea, Flor, an Gry got the front covered, and its real hard to sneak up on Ciaran there."
Gilan and Ciaran Thursday July 19th, 2007 11:36:41 PM
Gilan nods his head as the potions are handed out. He had little use for them when he had other ways to heal and they would even make him more effective in combat. "Sounds good, so please take your potions." He looks to the money that Trellus is offering and shakes his head. "Keep it...we may have use for it to pick up another wand later for healing as well...or something else." More or less he is allowing Trellus to put the money into the group fund for something more important.
As the group gets ready to head out he listens as Flor seeks to aid the group. He is happy to see the help and the fact that Trellus accepts is good as well. "Then I will bring up the rear of the group and make that my patrol area." He does not mind and as Trellus pointed out, Ciaran is more than capable to help him out.
Ciaran also is rather happy to be heading back into the grass. He has started to feel the sharpness leaving him as he has been lazing about. He becomes more alert as the start out and there is a new spring to his step.
Flea Friday July 20th, 2007 12:33:05 AM
With a serious look, Flea stows the 2 potions the cleric hands her. "I'm sure we'll be needing these...in the future." Then, her pack jiggling a little as she jogs into place, she sets out to scout for her pack.
As the gnome weaves her way into the deep grass, her high light voice guides her friends to where she is...
Let kings and tyrants come and go, I'll stand adjudged by what I know. Adventrin' life I'll ne'er gainsay. Over the hills and far away
When Evil stalks upon the land I'll neither hold nor stay me hand But fight to win a better day, Over the hills and far away.
The grass, my friend. (DM Jim) Saturday July 21st, 2007 12:52:47 AM
Flor falls into the group, staying near the front so that he can lead them to the grass dome. Most of the time he just pionts the general direction so that the pack stays on the right path. At one point he falls back to be near Trellus as he looks to him. "You know of course that I cannot interfer if you run into trouble...though I can supply a little healing afterwards." It is not that he cannot fight, but he cannot get involved when he is not directly in danger.
The grass is just as tall as normal and rather hot to travel through. Some are protected by spells and others by special gear, so the going is not that bad. Still, the heat will tend to tell on you after awhile without help.
It is an uneventful tour through the grass and you find a couple of paths that you can use. Without taking time to search it would be hard to tell what made the path...but it is only about a foot wide.
The last glimpse of the sun in the sky that you had the chance of seeing, puts the time at close to noon.
[Those not protected by a endure elements spell or a special cloak, will need to make a Fort DC 16 save or become fatigues from the heat and a 1d4 CON penalty for the loss of water, resulting in a weakened state.]
Murdock Saturday July 21st, 2007 9:39:53 AM
The drow elf nods in thanks to Trellus as he accepts the healing potions. "Thank you", the elf says, then adds, "You know, even though this dome is small, I bet it would be possible to enlarge it, to make it into the place you hope it will oneday be. I would support such an idea." Then the mage finishes, walking away.
Before the pack leaves for the grass, Murdock ask Tishe' to cast an endure elements on him, as he is not prepared to do it himself.
ooc: I'm taking a bit of leeway here since it is the first time I've posted all week do to work travel.-Steve
As the pack moves through the grass, Murdock anticipates the use of another powerful spell, very soon.
Trellus Sunday July 22nd, 2007 5:40:10 PM
Trellus nods in understanding of Flor's comments. If the druid has some reason he can't fight, the cleric won't press. Besides, as he remarks to Flor, "we weave pretty well on our own."
The blond man falls into line. As the heat makes itself known, the cleric casts Endure Elements upon himself.
"I've got a Cloak of Comfort if anyone can use it," he offers.
If no one can use the Cloak, Trellus casts Endure Elements on Grymash and Murdock.
The cleric doesn't worry about what made the trails, confident that Grymash or Flor or Gilan or somebody will tell him if there is danger.
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Spells Prepared (cast as level 10 due to Setanos' Vestment): d -- domain spell 0 - Create Water (x2), Detect Magic (x2), Guidance, Read Magic 1 -- Endure Elements (x3)***, Remove Fear (x2), Shield of Faith, Enlarge Person (d) 2 -- Lesser Restoration (x2), Resist Energy(fire), Resist Energy(elec), Hold Person, Status, Bulls Strength (d) 3 - Dispel Magic(x2), Prayer, Searing Light, Magic Vestment(d)** 4 -- Air Walk, Freedom of Movement, Divine Power, Spell Immunity (d) 5 -- Flame Strike, Shield of Faith (Quickened), Spell Resistance (d)
Tishe' Sunday July 22nd, 2007 10:23:20 PM
Tishe' knows that Trellus is always ready with endure elements spells, and so has only studied for one. She is glad that the cleric is able to help Murdock against the harsh Sargrass environment.
Arriving close to the possible place of refuge (within 500 feet), Tishe' takes a moment to weave a small spell and see if she can detect any Bounders, Rapke, Ranthoms, Ant-taurs, or Prarie Pigs in the area. (Detect Animals and Plants: each different type is a one round action.) If she detects any animal, she continues to concentrate on that animal to find out that animals' number and condition.
She reports anything she discovers to the Bloodpack.
Flea (Cloak of Comfort) d20+11=29 d20+9=29 Monday July 23rd, 2007 6:58:38 PM
The rogue continues apace of Flor, thanks to her magical boots. Her cloak, palest gray in the heat of the plains, keeps her comfortable.
Listen=29 Spot=29
With Flor leading the way, Flea focuses on her surroundings, and reports back to the pack anything that she finds.
After a while, she continues her tune.
When duty calls me I must go To stand and face another foe But part of me will always stray Over the hills and far away
If I should fall to rise no more As many comrades did before Then ask the flute and drums to play Over the hills and far away
Then fall in friends behind the drum With colours blazing like the sun Along the road to come what may Over the hills and far away
(OOC: I think my computer is completely dead, and the issue will not be dealt with until I come back from holidays mid August. I have some e-mail info and sent updated Char sheet to Carl (who likely will play my rogue better than me in my absence!) I don't know why e-mail is bouncing. Got it transferred to DH's computer. Will post tomorrow, then I'm off for three weeks!-Carla)
Gilan and Ciaran Monday July 23rd, 2007 9:49:44 PM
Gilan follows around with the others, keeping to the back so that he can be their eyes back there. Ciaran is with him and that adds to the chances that they will notice trouble before it hits them. "I have a wand that we can make use of that will give us protection from the heat." He had forgotten that he had it and will offer to use it on anyone that is interested.
SPELLS 0th(): 1st(): 2nd(): 3rd(): 4th(): 5th():
[Have access to a wand of endure elements if anyone needs a tap.]
Grass tunnel. (DM Jim) Monday July 23rd, 2007 11:39:42 PM
If Trellus stops to think about what was just said by Murdock he should realize that he is right. The dome should be able to be enlarged in one way or another. That would bring it into the total picture that Trellus is envisioning.
Tishe' makes use of a spell and finds that there is not signs of animal life near the group, even out to the full 500 feet. The only things that she can sense is the group itself. Off to the left she does sense the bladders of several water holding plants, but they are also not in the path that they are using right now. There is no signs of other different types of grass around otherwise.
The day slowly wears on for the group and the finally find themselves setting up camp in a nice secluded place that Flor found for them. The grass has been mashed down as if something had been laying here for awhile anyways but has moved on it seems. If anyone asks Flor lets you know that it is the bed of one of those Plains whales...but is unsure of what the people here call it.
Grymash d20+4=16 Tuesday July 24th, 2007 12:39:38 AM "Mmmmm, gute." mumbles the half-orc. The place meets with his approval. He starts unpacking camping gear and a large wide oval-shaped pan on some heat stones. A large dab of butterbean curd and some prairie pig fat starts to sizzle on the hot surface. Gry then crushes some dried herbs and tosses in a handful of black crickets. Stirs them around a bit and starts slicing a wild onion with his favorite dagger. "Huuh, anyones want ta cut up some meats for Gry. Makin' Milo Stew but Gry's way." Then he thought, "Uhh, maybe dat make its Gry Stew."
(Cook check 16)
Murdock Tuesday July 24th, 2007 8:54:13 AM
After sharing his thoughs with Trellus, and greatfully accepting the endure elements spell from him, the mage hikes.
As their exertions come to an end for this night of travel, the mage gladly assist Grymash with the cooking by cutting up meats and other things for the half-orc.
Posting Report (ADM MikeK) Tuesday July 24th, 2007 9:05:10 AM
Posting Report for Game 10 for the week of July 16 - 20
Name MTWTFS
DM JimW XOXOX
Trellus XOXOX
Tishe XOXOX
Gilan OXXOX
Grymash XOOOO
Flea OXXOX
Murdock OOOOX
[X = post, O = no post]
ADM Note - Vacations and travel are still killing us.
Tishe' d20=5 Tuesday July 24th, 2007 1:33:45 PM
At the end of the day, Tishe' helps set up the bedding using the grasses to keep thier body heat and moisture off the ground. "I don't know what a 'whale' is, Fern, but if it was this big, it must have been a Great Ranthom."
Around the fire, she gratefully accepts some of Grymash's Stew and listens and participates in the campfire conversation.
"That dectection spell I practiced this morning should be useful for when we get to the Grass dome", she suggests to the group. "If there are any of the common Sargrass animals using it for a lair, I should be able to find out some information without risk."
Using prestidigitation, Tishe' tries to think up things to entertain her packmates, but with little panache (Perform: 5)
Trellus Tuesday July 24th, 2007 9:18:29 PM
Trellus beams when Murdock opines that the dome could be expanded. "Dude," he grins at the Drow, "I like the way you think."
The cleric looks about the 'camp', agreeing with Tishe that a ranthom would make the most sense. Then, he settles in next to Gry, chopping up what meat they can scrounge up for Milo Stew. "Couple of them cookies would really hit the spot about now, huh dude?" he asks his friend.
The Eye on Grymash's buckler strikes a memory. "Say Gry," he asks. "Why do you think the Dragon Tears work for you and Tishe, but none of the rest of us?"
Gilan and Ciaran Wednesday July 25th, 2007 12:38:14 AM
Gilan settles into the spot that was selected and helps out in setting up the specialized beds that the group will need to sleep safe. He would have to agree with the others about what made this area so clear and laughs. "If you want...we can make use of the wand that I have and free ourselves for other spells." This is in reference to the endure elements spells that will need to be cast for some in the morning.
Ciaran drops onto the ground as well and lays his head down. It appears the wolf is intending to get a little sleep before it is really time.
Grymash d20-2=8 d20+2=9 Wednesday July 25th, 2007 12:45:19 AM
(Int check 8, Wis check 9)
Suddenly stunned by the question, Grymash's face goes blank with thought. "Gry no can say! Lord Gargul no tells yet, but Gry keeps askin'." Many ideas go through his head. He thinks Grand Maw may have something to do with it. She is the one who gave them to us ... right? He tries to remember.
Beneath the grass. (DM Jim) Wednesday July 25th, 2007 12:45:49 AM
Flor nods his head as the creature is named. "I did not know the Plains name that you use...to some they are just Plains whales." He does not seem to be worried about a grassmat as he goes about whatever business needs to be done. "We should reach the dome in another five days travel." He is pretty sure about this though usually he moves around by differnt means than this.
The meal is prepared and rather good as well. For those that remember good old Milo, the meal is filled with both sadness and wonder as to what happened to their friend. You are sure that he did not die as you saw.
The rest of the night passes without cause for alarm and everyone will awake refreshed. With spells taken care off and breakfast eaten the group moves back onto the path that will lead to the dome.
Two more days pass like this with no signs of any wildlife, besides some bugs. You are well into the fourth day of travel now and it is a couple of hours past noon. Flor has called a short break for water and to get a little rest as you did not stop for lunch this time around.
[Listen DC 12:Highlight to display spoiler: {You hear sounds to your left in the grass. It sounds like laughter and voices though you cannot make out what could be being said. An estimate would put the voices out about two hundred feet.}
Flea d20+11=31 Wednesday July 25th, 2007 7:38:55 AM
Listen=31
The rogue's sharp ears pick up the sound of laughter.
"Hey guys," she volunteers in a low voice so that just her companions can hear, "I hear... laughing people...to the left...about 200 feet away...? They're talking, but I can't make out what they're saying."
The rogue rolls her eyes, and her hand brushes across the pommel of her sword.
(Take it away Carl! I'll be back in 3 weeks. Keep Flea out of Gargul's clutches, and keep yourself dry.-Carla)
Trellus d20+10=25 Wednesday July 25th, 2007 11:33:00 AM
In reponse to Gilan's question about the wand, Trellus goes into his 'thinking process', his right hand rubbing the stubbly hairs on the back of his neck. "Oh, I think I'm shady carrying three," he responds. "That'll keep us from using up the wand too quickly anyway. I'll weave Murdock, Gry, and me, an' you can weave you and Tishe."
-- The blond man gives Grymash a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Well, if he ever tells you, dude, lemme know. Cause I'd really like to find out."
--- [Listen 25] Trellus hears it too. The cleric stops moving and puts a finger to his lips in the well-known "shh" sign.
He looks at Gilan and points upward, then makes a flapping motion with his hands.
Tishe' d20+8=25 Wednesday July 25th, 2007 3:04:49 PM
Tishe' poo-poos the suggestion that Gilan needs to use any spells to keep her cool in the Sargrass. "I'll just keep my own protection about", she mentions to Trellus.
The brown-eyed woman is also very interested in what happened to thier Dragon Tears and Second Circle abilities. "It happened in response to our going after Ulgren to get him returned to life", she reminds Grymash. She idly rubs at the image of Gargul's eye embedded in her right palm, reminding herself of another effect of that meeting. "I think we were too shuttlecocked with the Shadowed Lord in questioning his methods and being too audacious. If we're able to make an atonement...", she looks around at her pack. Would they even admit they had overstepped thier bounds with thier last meeting with Gargul? ...............
The fourth day of walking through the Grass, Wart taps Tishe' on the arm and warns her of the noises. "Laughing?" wonders the brown-haired mage aloud. But she puts her crossbow at the ready to back up the weaving of the pack.
ooc SteveK Wednesday July 25th, 2007 3:16:10 PM
I'm going on vacation from 30 June to 10 August. Is there anyone who would like to have Tishe' become intensely curious about the grass, or the fire, or that piece of fuzz nestled in Grymash's hair?
stephen.knotts@us.army.mil
Gilan and Ciaran d20+10=12 Wednesday July 25th, 2007 10:08:52 PM
Gilan nods his head and then moves over to stand near Tishe'. "Ciaran, you will look after the group while I am gone." He has taken the large head in his hands and is talking directly to the wolf. He then turns to Tishe'. "Still got that speak with animal wand that I gave you?" Or at least he remembers giving it to her if not he will dig through his own stuff and hand it over. "Use it on me after I have changed." With that he body begins the snap and crack as the human form becomes a foot long grass wasp. Once he is spelled up he will take off in the direction of the sound.
[Carl, let me know if you get no email and I will send it out. I cannot remember if I have the totally updated version or not...think that I do. :)]
[Thanks, I have the CS now. - Carl]
Eight men and a hole. (DM Jim) Wednesday July 25th, 2007 11:30:13 PM
As most of the group come aware of the sounds from their left, they stop what they are doing. It becomes evident that they might need to check it out and to that they send Gilan. Other worries turn to the dragon stones that are not working for most of them as well. Maybe they will need to search out Gargul and make amends, or at least that is what some are thinking.
Gilan takes off and flies out to see what the trouble is. It takes him awhile as he zips through the grass but not as long as if he had to walk. Soon he is back with the group and passing on a message to Tishe', as he has not changed back into his human form.
There are eight humans in that direction, laughing around a large hole in the ground. Gilan thinks that he heard other noises that were not from the humans but was unsure and did not want to get closer. Each of them is armed with a spear and crossbow, but are standing around seeming a little drunk...as there are a number of bottles laying around. They are also in a large cleared area with a number of large and small rocks, the smaller rocks are where the group is at...some of them had been seated when he first showed up.
Flea (Subbed by Carl) Thursday July 26th, 2007 5:42:13 AM
"Hmm, normally I'd say we leave them to their drinking and press on, but it sounds like they've got something or someone trapped down in that hole of theirs. I suppose the question really is who or what? Is it the sort of something or someone that should be stuck down a hole, or are they the sort of someones who should be kept away from spears and holes and the things you find in them?"
She scratches the back of her head, trying to work out how they can decide on the right course of action without blundering into a fight.
"Gilan, if you flew up really high, sort of overhead, might you be able to see what's in that hole? Or do you think they'd throw spears at you and try to eat you?"
Trellus (shield of faith +3) Thursday July 26th, 2007 5:05:09 PM
Trellus nods along with Flea's question, and looks to see Gilan's answer.
If the druid/wasp (through Tishe) says no, the cleric starts doing his ordering thing. "OK dudes, everyone take your precautions, just in case."
For his own part, those preparations include giving Flea the protection of Domi, and casting spells on himself. [Domain Feat, Protective Ward on Flea, +9 on next save roll, duration 1 hour]
Once everyone has had a few seconds, he motions for Flea to take the lead. He waits until she is well ahead, and then motions to Gry, whom he follows.
-- Spells in effect
Shield of Faith +3 - 10 minutes Magic Vestment +2 (extended) on armor - 20 hours Magic Vestment +2 (extended) on shield - 20 hours Status on Grymash, Gilan, and Flea
--- Spells Prepared (cast as level 10 due to Setanos' Vestment): d -- domain spell 0 - Create Water (x2), Detect Magic (x2), Guidance, Read Magic 1 -- Endure Elements (x3)***, Remove Fear (x2), Shield of Faith*, Enlarge Person (d) 2 -- Lesser Restoration (x2), Resist Energy(fire), Resist Energy(elec), Hold Person, Status*, Bulls Strength (d) 3 - Dispel Magic(x2), Prayer, Searing Light, Magic Vestment(d)** 4 -- Air Walk, Freedom of Movement, Divine Power, Spell Immunity (d) 5 -- Flame Strike, Shield of Faith (Quickened), Spell Resistance (d)
Tishe' Thursday July 26th, 2007 5:33:02 PM
The brown-eyed girl nods and produces the wand etched with all manners of animals. "I'll wait until you come back since it only weaves for a short time."
Once Gilan comes back, Tishe' taps herself and relays what the druid tells her to the pack. "They sound like bullies, and I don't like it!" announces the plain-faced girl in a huff. She glances over at Grymash and grins. "I think they deserve a little intimidation. If we move in on them and arrive with glowering faces and some flashy spells, we may be able to scare the pants off these beaters!"
"I can fog cloud the edge of the 'grass, and then dispel it when everyone is in postition to look intimidating."
The mystic looks all ready to take a paddle to some errant schoolboys.
Spells Active Endure Elements (48 hours) Speak with Animals
Gilan [longstrider, endure elements] and Ciaran [longstrider, endure elements] Thursday July 26th, 2007 11:17:44 PM
Gilan cocks his head as he sees some talking to him and then turns his head to Tishe'. If she relays the question to him that were asked he will be happy to fly a little recon. He does just that as he takes off after returning and makes his way over top of the hole that the men are near. He will then return with whatever news he finds.
Ciaran meanwhile is also watching his brother as he flits around in this new form. For him it is still strange but he knows his brother in all forms now...it is a scent thing.
Eight men and a hole, part 2. (DM Jim) Thursday July 26th, 2007 11:34:07 PM
As the rest get themselves ready, Gilan flies back to check out the hole and see what he can see. The time passes slowly as the group waits and you are starting to get a little worried no doubt, when Gilan does not return.
Eight minutes later you hear the buzzing of a single large insect and then Gilan pops back into sight out of the grass. He comes to hover near Tishe' and most likely have another tap of the wand so that he can speak to her.
He lets her know that the eight men he saw are gathered around a large hole, actually a pit. Inside the pit is a creature much like Ciaran his brother...but not of the wild persuasion. It is a larger size dog and they seem to be having fun at the things expense.
[It will take the group at least sixteen minutes to get to the spot that Gilan was at. The grass slows all progress unless you are a druid, Manfri or Walker...though certain spells will do as well.]
Grymash (silence) d20+10=25 d20+2=15 Friday July 27th, 2007 1:27:26 AM
After everyone has cast their spells, Grymash gives a sly smirk and casts a Silence spell on a stone before getting too close to the beaters. The silence extends beyond Grymash in a 15-ft radius, thus anyone near him is also free to move without worry of making any noise. He waits for everyone to get in position before he puts on his most intimidating glare.
(Intimidate 25, Spot 15)
Murdock AC: 20 (Mage Armor +4) HP: 35 d20+7=23 Friday July 27th, 2007 9:40:45 AM
Murdock hears the laughing in the distance, and mutters the incantations of a mage armor spell to shore up his personal defenses.
As Gilan returns, the mage takes out a slender wand, and quickly explains that this wand of ebon oak will silence all things around the casted area, hopefully preventing spells from being used in that area.
Tishe' (AC 19 HP 61/61, Barkskin+4) Wart (AC 20 HP 30/30, Barkskin) Friday July 27th, 2007 12:07:55 PM
Impatiently waiting for Gilan-wasp to return, Tishe' uses another tap of the Wand to relay between Gilan and the pack.
"Shady!", she exclaims as the pack gets ready to rescue to poor, helpless animal.
Tishe' moves easily through the grasses(woodland stride) keeping her speed down to stay with her packmates. Halfway there, she pauses to bespell herself and Wart with Barkskin, before coming on, ensuring she remains outside of Grymash's silence.
When Flea or Gilan indicate the group is close to the clearing, Tishe' will have her wand of magic missles in one hand and Staff of Frost in the other.
Spells Active Endure Elements (48 hours) Speak with Animals Barkskin +2 [40 minutes]shared with Wart Fog Cloud (20 foot radius, total concealment beyond 5 feet)
Trellus (AC25, 79/79 hp, shield of faith +3) Friday July 27th, 2007 4:18:00 PM
Trellus waits patiently for Gilan to return, while listening to everyone's ideas. "Let's not weave the fog," he answers. "It'll probably just let them know something's up. I wanna surprise 'em."
He nods with Gry and Murdock.
"When we get there, me and Gry will step out first, Tishe and Murdock behind, Gil stays wasp, and Flea wait in reserve. Gry, stay far enough to the side so I can talk."
The cleric heads into the Grass with the others, pausing about 5 minutes out to cast his Shield spell.
-- Spells in effect
Shield of Faith +3 - 10 minutes Magic Vestment +2 (extended) on armor - 20 hours Magic Vestment +2 (extended) on shield - 20 hours Status on Grymash, Gilan, and Flea
--- Spells Prepared (cast as level 10 due to Setanos' Vestment): d -- domain spell 0 - Create Water (x2), Detect Magic (x2), Guidance, Read Magic 1 -- Endure Elements (x3)***, Remove Fear (x2), Shield of Faith*, Enlarge Person (d) 2 -- Lesser Restoration (x2), Resist Energy(fire), Resist Energy(elec), Hold Person, Status*, Bulls Strength (d) 3 - Dispel Magic(x2), Prayer, Searing Light, Magic Vestment(d)** 4 -- Air Walk, Freedom of Movement, Divine Power, Spell Immunity (d) 5 -- Flame Strike, Shield of Faith (Quickened), Spell Resistance (d)
Flea (Subbed by Carl) d20+23=42 d20+14=23 d20+11=21 d20+9=24 d20-1=5 Friday July 27th, 2007 8:14:24 PM
"Right you are" nods the gnome at Trellus' words, before moving into Gry's area of silence and setting off. Torturing dogs, she thinks to herself. How can people possibly take enjoyment from such senseless cruelty?
When they get to a suitable distance Flea hunkers quietly down in the grass (Move Silent 23), practically vanishing from sight (Hide 42), letting Gry move away to assist with the up front part of the plan. She draws a wand of magic missiles in her right hand, and waits to see what happens.
She watches the laughing men carefully, trying to see if there is more going on here than meets the eye, or whether they really are just a pack of drunken oafs (Listen 21, Spot 24). She also tries to work out if there is a best target to aim for in case things turn nasty (Wisdom 5).
Gilan [longstrider, endure elements] and Ciaran [longstrider, endure elements] d20+12=17 d20+12=22 Friday July 27th, 2007 11:45:34 PM
Gilan remains in his wasp form and buzzes off and to the right of the group, before circling all the way around to be on the other side. Without much thought he settles upon the grass and just blends in as best he can.
Ciaran settles in next to Flea and watches with keen interest when the get close enough. He hunkers down in the grass as he does not want to give away their position.
Eight men and a hole, part 3. (DM Jim) Saturday July 28th, 2007 12:09:59 AM
The eight men seem to not notice anything as the group sneaks up on them. They continue to laugh and point down into the hole off and on. Laying around you notice twelve bottles of somekind, but they are all empty.
Flea does not notice anything or hear anything extra in the grass besides the movements of her own pack and the trouble makers. She gets little sense from them at all as she watches from hiding. Just a bunch of drunken fools it looks like.
If Grymash steps out into the open, he is not even noticed by the group as they seem bent upon what they are currently doing. They also do not seem to hear him either, even if he is making noise as he moves out into the open. Wonder why?
[Just so you know. We are not in combat yet. :)]
Murdock AC: 21 (Mage Armor +4) HP: 35 Saturday July 28th, 2007 12:45:46 PM
The drow finds it odd that the men do not hear his pack approaching. It is not easy to travel through the grass, especially when your trying to be quiet about it. Murdock cast a detect magic and aims it toward the men, scanning each one. Maybe they're an illusion.
Trellus (AC25, 79/79 hp, shield of faith +3) Saturday July 28th, 2007 2:17:16 PM
Trellus enters the clearing, standing about 16' to the left of Grymash so that he can hear and speak without being affected by the barbarian's silence spell.
The cleric's lips purse. Entering clearings always seems to lead to trouble, and yet he keeps doing it. He just too nice a dude, is the problem.
Readying himself to throw a spell, the blond man waits for his packmates to get into position before calling out sarcastically, "You dudes having fun?"
[Ready Action, should one of the twelve move to attack, cast HOLD PERSON Will save DC 18] -- Spells in effect
Shield of Faith +3 - 5 minutes Magic Vestment +2 (extended) on armor - 20 hours Magic Vestment +2 (extended) on shield - 20 hours Status on Grymash, Gilan, and Flea
--- Spells Prepared (cast as level 10 due to Setanos' Vestment): d -- domain spell 0 - Create Water (x2), Detect Magic (x2), Guidance, Read Magic 1 -- Endure Elements (x3)***, Remove Fear (x2), Shield of Faith*, Enlarge Person (d) 2 -- Lesser Restoration (x2), Resist Energy(fire), Resist Energy(elec), Hold Person, Status*, Bulls Strength (d) 3 - Dispel Magic(x2), Prayer, Searing Light, Magic Vestment(d)** 4 -- Air Walk, Freedom of Movement, Divine Power, Spell Immunity (d) 5 -- Flame Strike, Shield of Faith (Quickened), Spell Resistance (d)
Tishe' (AC 19 HP 61/61, Barkskin+4) Wart (AC 20 HP 30/30, Barkskin) Monday July 30th, 2007 10:40:24 AM
Tishe' nods to Trellus. She'll hold back on the Fog Cloud. As Trellus and whoever else enters the clearing, she waits impatiently behind a screen of Grass, her wand of magic missles in one hand and Staff of Frost in the other.
Spells Active Endure Elements (48 hours) Speak with Animals Barkskin +2 [40 minutes]shared with Wart
Gilan [longstrider, endure elements] and Ciaran [longstrider, endure elements] Monday July 30th, 2007 11:06:00 PM
Gilan holds his position on the other side of the clearing. Still in his wasp form he is able to hide rather easily from just about everyone. He prepares to buzz into action if needed and even has a spell ready.
Ciaran continues to stay near Flea and keep watch on her, as well as the ones in the middle of the clearing. His ears perk up though as he hears something from the clearing but he does not move otherwise.
Eight men and a hole, part 4. (DM Jim) Monday July 30th, 2007 11:14:56 PM
Eight heads turn as one to stare, well maybe not at Trellus or Grymash, in your general direction. It takes a few minutes for minds to clear enough, as well as vision, and any of them are able to reply. "Maybe...whats it to ya?" Only two of them are actually holding weapons and those two have spears in hand. The rest of the spears are stuck in the ground, though still close to their owner. Crossbows are laying upon the larger rocks that Gilan had seen some of the seated upon earlier.
Though eyes do rove over Grymash, noone seems to be too intimidated by the appearance of the large half-orc. "We was hav'n a bet on a fight." With that the man turns to his buddies with a smile. "I think someone owes me money." It appears that Trellus and Grymash have been forgotten and some general pushing begins as some don't want to hand over money.
Trellus (AC25, 79/79 hp, shield of faith +3) Tuesday July 31st, 2007 11:41:57 AM
"These dudes are totally glassed," Trellus relates to those behind him. "I'm gonna take a look. Stay shuttlecocked."
The blond man motions for Grymash to accompany him, and then moves through the drunken lot to get a look into the pit.
Flea (Subbed by Carl) d20+9=14 d20+11=26 d20+23=25 Tuesday July 31st, 2007 12:46:04 PM
The gnome flexes her fingers around her wand but otherwise remains motionless, keeping her breathing steady and slow (Hide 25). She tries to keep her mind on her surroundings, but the action in front of her proves a little distracting (Spot 14, Listen 26).
Tread careful, Trel. she whispers to herself.
Tishe' (AC 19 HP 61/61, Barkskin+4) Wart (AC 20 HP 30/30, Barkskin) 4d4(3+2+4+4)+4=17 Tuesday July 31st, 2007 9:19:34 PM
Tishe' tensely waits. Those treadles try anything....
Ready Action - Should someone attack Trellus with a weapon, cast Magic Missile from wand for 17hp damage.
Spells Active Endure Elements (48 hours) Speak with Animals Barkskin +2 [40 minutes]shared with Wart
Gilan [longstrider, endure elements] and Ciaran [longstrider, endure elements] Tuesday July 31st, 2007 10:20:50 PM
Gilan is still ready as he holds off on casting anything right now. He sees both Trellus and Grymash moving closer to the pit and he holds his wasp breathe. Part of him wants to get closer but the reasonable half knows that it would not be wise.
Ciaran is getting more aggitated by the second and is just barely containing himself beside Flea. He glances to Flea for a few seconds and you can almost tell the thoughts running through his head...charge into the clearing, but he remains at her side.
Eight men and a hole, part 5. (DM Jim) Tuesday July 31st, 2007 11:15:08 PM
The leader of the group turns to Trellus as he passes to get to the pit, maybe really taking notice now. "Ya look like ya have coin...want to bet?" You are still not sure what they are betting on till you reach the pit.
In the bottom of the pit are a pair of what look like animals. They actually sort of look like Ciaran but different somehow. One of them is laying on the ground and not moving, while the other is looking up out of the hole.
Both of them are covered in blood, though the one on the ground is in more trouble than that. In fact you have not seen it move since you looked into the hole. From the hole you hear a whine and it seems to be coming from the animal that is standing and looking up at you.
The men have swapped gold and are talking over the next round of action. It seems that the animal, what they call a dog, in the hole is still the favorite...though a couple of the men are betting against it.
[listen 18:Highlight to display spoiler: {'You hear another couple of whines from the left, just inside the grass.']}
Grymash d20+5=20 Wednesday August 1st, 2007 1:43:46 AM
Grymash casts away the enchanted stone before he walks with Trellus closer to the pit. Seeing what he does, it reminds him much of what the orcs do for fun. Hearing what could be more pit fighters coming, he turns to Trellus and mutters in his ear what is about to arrive.
(listen 20)
CDM Jerry Wednesday August 1st, 2007 7:24:42 AM
Posting doesn't look good for many here folks. Let's get on the ball.
I need the report done please. I want it emailed to me as well at gericko@gmail.com
This game has my eye friends. I suggest some encouraging emails and some renewed dedication. This game has a great long term reputation in the Wold. Let's not soil that.
Thanks friends.
Flea (Subbed by Carl, present and correct) d20+11=21 d20+23=42 Wednesday August 1st, 2007 10:24:01 AM
Flea, hidden amongst the long grass (hide 42), can't see what Gry and Trellus see. However her keen ears do pick up a sound from nearby (Listen 21). "Sounds like some sort of animal in the grass" she whispers to anyone close enough to hear.
She waits, rather impatiently, for the others to give some sort of sign.
Posting Report (ADM MikeK) Wednesday August 1st, 2007 12:36:37 PM
Posting Report for Game 10 for the week of July 23 - 27
Name MTWTFS
DM JimW XXXXX
Trellus XXXXX
Tishe XXXXX
Gilan XXXXX
Grymash 2OOXO
Flea OXXXO
Murdock XOOXX
[X = post, O = no post, 2 = 2 posts]
ADM Note - Carl subbing for Flea, MikeK subbing for Tishe. PTB are watching.
Trellus (AC25, 79/79 hp, shield of faith +3) d20+10=24 d20+10=13 Wednesday August 1st, 2007 3:50:41 PM
Grymash whispers a warning, and Trellus nods in response. Unlike the barbarian though, the blond man doesn't think the sound means an attack is coming.
"You dudes got the next round over there?" he asks, pointing toward the whining sounds. "Tishe, you an' that talking wand wanna check it out?" Trellus continues looking at the spot of the whining as he calls out that last sentence, not letting on about where this 'Tishe' might be.
He turns toward the leader. "Fighting animals is pretty baked, dude," he states, rather more bluntly than intended. [Diplomacy 13, nice]
Gilan [longstrider, endure elements] and Ciaran [longstrider, endure elements] d20+10=28 d20+4=7 Wednesday August 1st, 2007 8:48:21 PM
Gilan watches the goings on and prepares himself for something. The idea of fighting animals for sport is totally apalling to him and his control is slipping about it. The fact that he hears the sounds coming from the grass, sets him to buzzing off to have a look.
Ciaran does not notice the sounds from the grass but he is getting more anxious by the minute. There is just the lightest hint of a rumble starting deep in his throat.
Tishe' (AC 19 HP 61/61, Barkskin+4) Wart (AC 20 HP 30/30, Barkskin) d20+8=25 d20+8=21 d20+3=16 Wednesday August 1st, 2007 11:14:20 PM
The brown-haired woman is very alert (Spot;25, Listen:21), and also hears the whining sounds. Her dander is really getting up, but she will still take action where Trellus mentions.
Using her wand again, Tishe' slips (Move Silently:16) through the grasses as only a druid can, and comes up to the whining animals. She checks to see if there is any danger before engaging in conversation.
Spells Active Endure Elements (48 hours) Speak with Animals Barkskin +2 [40 minutes]shared with Wart
Eight men and a hole, part 6. (DM Jim) Thursday August 2nd, 2007 2:01:39 AM
Though leary of a trap or an outright attack, it never comes. The one who spoke earlier though turns to Trellus with slightly glazed eyes and a smile. "Ahh, come on...they are all here for our fun." Back over his shoulder, one of the men laughs. "And profit." This one seems to have won a tidy sum of money from his friends. None of them are looking too happy with the accusation from Trellus but noone has reached for a weapon...maybe they think you will go away.
As the rest continue to wait for what might be the worst, Tishe' is on the move. What she finds is a cage, just large enough to hold two adult dogs. What she finds though is an adult and three puppies in the cage that is way too small.
The dog inside, obviously a female, is the one doing the whining and it is obvious why as you get closer. The puppy in the corner is laying on it's side and not moving at all...even with mom nosing it. The other two puppies are underfed and most likely on their last leg, though one has a little more weight to it than the other. Mom herself does not seem to be in good health herself and is in no condition to take care of them...let alone fight.
Flor meanwhile is kneeling in the grass and as though he can feel the pain that is going on in the clearing...is crying. It is not a loud sound but can be heard by those that are closer to him. The thought might go through your mind as to what would have happened if Faun would have been with you instead.
Flea (Subbed by Carl) Thursday August 2nd, 2007 7:56:53 AM They're making animals fight each other? And betting on it? Nasty.
Flea wants to go and give these drunken louts a piece of her mind, but hangs back, letting Trelus take the lead. Still, she twirls her wand between her fingers, tense, ready for action and now a little angry.
Her eyes flick over to Flor, and she notices his shoulders shaking. Is he crying? She feels a number of conflicting emotions; surprise at his response, the desire to go comfort him, and increased anger at the men who have caused the druid such grief. She frowns, but remains still.
Tishe' (AC 19 HP 61/61, Barkskin+4) Wart (AC 20 HP 30/30, Barkskin) d20+3=12 Thursday August 2nd, 2007 9:30:05 AM
Fury for the bullies that have did this to these poor animals infuses in the small form of Tishe', and her brown eyes flash in anger. She sends a Message through the Dragons Tears to Grymash and Murdock, "They are abusing these animals! There is a mother dog with puppies in a cage, and they are all being starved to death!"
She kneels in front of the cage and speaks quietly and sweetly to the less wild looking version of Cirian. "I am here for you, do not be afraid, I will help you." (Wild Empathy: 12) She pulls some jerked meat out of her pack to push through the bars. Then she takes her waterskin and her dinner bowl to give them some water.
Once reasonably sure the mother won't attack, Tishe' will open the cage. (If needs be, that will include a few magic missles on the lock!) She will lay her hands on the mother with a Cure Minor Wounds, and, without blocking the exit, try and help the puppies.
She sends another angry Message to Grymash and Murdock. "It would be Just to throw the men into the pit and cage to let them see how it feels!"
Spells Active Endure Elements (48 hours) Speak with Animals Barkskin +2 [40 minutes]shared with Wart
Trellus (AC25, 79/79 hp, shield of faith +3) Thursday August 2nd, 2007 9:31:41 AM
Trellus gets the report from Tishe. The cleric pauses a moment to get a feel of Gilan's emotions via the Status spell, and gets exactly what he expects.
After locking eyes very briefly with Grymash, the blond man turns back to the gang leader - his face and voice having turned hard and cold.
"Truly, here's the pattern, dude. We are the Bloodpack, sworn protectors of this land. Including the animals. They're not toys, and they're not property. They're the Land."
The cleric's voice is low, intense, dangerous...
"We're ending your fight, and we're taking your animals. We don't care if you don't like it. Draw a weapon, and we'll kill you."
Trellus stares the drunken man straight in the eyes for a solid ten seconds. He is deadly serious.
"Start walking."
[Ready Action - Hold Person on first one to draw a weapon. Will Save DC 18.]
Murdock AC: 21 (Mage Armor +4) HP: 35 Thursday August 2nd, 2007 5:08:54 PM
Murdock feels the cold hatred seeping into his consciousness from the dragon's tear. The intensity of the feeling focus's his mind and he starts to form a plan in his mind that will cause the most pain to the assembled men.
Through the dragon's tear, he agree's with Tishe', "Let them feel the pain of the error of their ways. A fire-ring should encourage them to jump into the pit to escape the flames."
Ready Action: Cast Fire Ring around the men and the pit if they draw or pickup weapons. Fire Damage going to the inside of the ring.
Grymash d20+10=28 Thursday August 2nd, 2007 10:23:47 PM "Yess," confirms Grymash in his most grim of tones, "An Eye look at yooz dis day! Name is Grymash Mountainback, Eye of Gargul. Grymash will reap what owed for dis crime on life an death. Who first ta step forward an offers up da blood sacrifice? Grymash have enough axe for all! Challenge da Bloodpack an yooz WILL tell Lord Gargul of dis day wit heads carried in hand!!" Out of what seems no where, the barbarian priest produces a very vicious looking double axe. Oddly more vicious and feral-looking than before.
(Intimidate 28)
Gilan [longstrider, endure elements] and Ciaran [longstrider, endure elements] Friday August 3rd, 2007 12:27:57 AM
As the tension mounts, Gilan cannot believe that these men deserve anything but punishment. He flies into the clearing his wasp form leaving him standing as a man once more. His eyes are hard but he is barely controling his rage. "Trel, we cannot kill them...even in self defense." They are drunk and not even in the same league as the Bloods...to him it would be murder.
Ciaran has stalked out of the grass, with his brother's sudden appearance. His throaty growl gets louder as he stalks into the clearing and his hair is all on end.
Eight men and a hole, part 7. (DM Jim) d20+4=24 d20+10=30 Friday August 3rd, 2007 2:24:54 AM
Tishe' finds the mother rather docile by most standards as she works on the cage. It was not really locked, just a pin to hold the door shut. With the mother out she turns her attention to the little ones, to find that the one in the corner is indeed dead already. The other two are in kind of bad shape, the one worse than the other.
As Trellus lays down the law to the eight men, they all stare for a brief few minutes at him. Two of the more sober ones grab for their spears that are stuck in the ground. Neither one of them seem intimidated by Grymash's stance or the arrival of more help. The spell that Trellus snaps out seems to stop the man only for the briefest of seconds and then he too is armed.
The others seem to be at a loss as their two friends arm themselves and in fact they take off in different directions. Two don't get very far as they are too drunk to run and are soon in the fetal position on the ground.
The two that are now armed seems to have a little sense as the go back to back with their spears. There is still a wavering of the points and their eyes are not that focused. You even think they might be seeing double as thier eyes seem to wander a little.
[Grymash will get his package after this little conflict or distraction is over. :)]
Tishe' (AC 19 HP 61/61, Barkskin+4) Wart (AC 20 HP 30/30, Barkskin) d20+3=13 Friday August 3rd, 2007 9:06:18 AM
The brown-haired woman continues to talk gently to the dog, soothing her, telling her that help is on the way for her puppies, and that Tishe's pack is taking care of the other pack of two-legs.
Taking off her soft tunic, Tishe' holds it a moment and uses her HookCity imbued magic to Dye the tunic the same color as the mother dog. She then carefully picks up the puppies and cradles them in the soft mom-colored tunic. (Animal handling:13)
"Come, sister" she asks the dog, "we will come to my pack for protection." And she will move back towards the pit.
Spells Active Endure Elements (48 hours) Speak with Animals Barkskin +2 [40 minutes]shared with Wart
Murdock AC: 21 (Mage Armor +4) HP: 35 Friday August 3rd, 2007 9:30:31 AM /ooc: I guess this is no more than a pleasant diversion since spells are not being played out? - Steve
Murdock comes out of the grass as Gilan does. His angled and distictly elven face is etched with lines of condemnation. The drow waits for Tishe' to arrive and the impromtu trial to begin.
Trellus (AC25, 79/79 hp, shield of faith +3) Friday August 3rd, 2007 9:59:59 AM
Trellus glances quickly at Gilan, and then turns back toward the remaining two dudes with the spears. His cold expression doesn't change.
Slowly, the man advances on the one facing him. He doesn't draw a weapon. He just stares down the fellow and advances.
"Two of you." Step "A lot of us." Step "You're drunk." Step "We're not." Step "And we're really warped up." Step
By now, Trellus has advanced so that the point of the man's spear is nearly on his chest.
The blond cleric, garbed in silver and burgundy runes of Domi the Protector, stares down the treadle and grates out a final warning.
"Get. Out. Now."
Gilan [longstrider, endure elements] and Ciaran [longstrider, endure elements] Friday August 3rd, 2007 10:39:54 PM
Gilan, still barely keeping a lid on his feelings, jerks his head to indicate that the two men should get out while they could. "I would get out now." His words are spoken through clenched teeth and his eyes flash.
Ciaran has amplified his own encouragement for the men to get out. His hair is almost now standing all on end and he is stalking forward on stiff legs.
[Sorry, try to use some of the spells but could not see the fire working without traping at least Trellus inside of it as he was close to the men. That and the hole was actually between Trellus and Grymash and the men. My one regret is that I think, Flea had a magic missile readied and I forgot it.]
[Setup: Men -- Trellus/Grymash -- Hole.]
Grymash d20+13=30 d8+19=26 d20+13=29 d8+19=22 Friday August 3rd, 2007 11:05:06 PM "Hmph!" says the hulking half-orc as he gives the spear men a cold and calculated glare. "Gry takin' bets. Who wins in uh fight ... those piggies or Grymash. Gry put 10 gold ginglies on Gry! Anyones else want ta bet? Dis goin' ta be quick!"
Suddenly a blurred millstone-sized axe blade slashes quickly across a spear's shaft held by one of the men. A quick sundering attack by Grymash.
(Sunder attack on spear. Powerattack -4hit/+8dam. HitAC 30. Damage: 26. Adamantine weapon, ignors weapon's hardness, full damage to weapon. IF the spear breaks, Grymash will cleave the second spear. HitAC 29. Damage: 22.)
Flea (Subbed by Carl) d4+1=2 d4+1=5 d20+3=20 d20+3=21 Saturday August 4th, 2007 5:16:17 AM
Seeing Gry attempt to destroy the spears, Flea decides to send the two fools a stinging warning. She fires a magic missile at each of the spears (though she knows they will have no effect), and one glowing red bolt of force at each of the spear wielders (No damage to the spears, 2HP to one attacker, 5 to the other).
The gnome ducks back down in the long grass (Sniping Hide check at -20: 20), calling out "Stand down or next time all four blasts will be hitting one of you! And the half orc will be hitting the other! Run while you can boys." (Diplomacy check 21 to make them see sense).
ADM StevenVdB : Posting Record Game 10 Monday August 6th, 2007 7:46:03 AM
Posting Report for Game 10 for the week of July 30 - 5th of August
Name - MTWTFSS - #posts
DM JimW - XXOXXOO - 4
Trellus - OXXXXOO - 4
Tishe - XXXXXOO - 5
Gilan - XXXO2OO - 5
Grymash - OOXXXOO - 3
Flea - OXXXOXO - 4
Murdock - OOOXXOO - 2
(Tony) - OOOOOOO - 0 Charater not active yet
(StevenVdB) - OOOOOOO - 0 Character not active yet
[X = post, O = no post, 2 = 2 posts]
ADM Note - Carl subbing for Flea, MikeK subbing for Tishe. PTB are watching.
Flea (Subbed by Carl) Monday August 6th, 2007 6:45:01 PM Go me! The gnomish rogue thinks gleefully to herself as she hides among the long grass.
What is the wet brown mess? (DM Jim) Monday August 6th, 2007 11:26:02 PM
With the destruction of the two spears and the stinging of the missiles the last two take off at a full run. At first they run into each other as each turns to run but they finally get things straightened out. With the last two goons out of the way, the pack can turn to more pressing matters.
The female dog and two pups are in bad shape all the way around. As Flor draws nearer he shakes his head and then looks to Trellus. "If they are to survive...I will need to get them back to my grove soon." He looks in the direction he has been leading you for the past few days and sighs. "Another two to three days and you should be at the grass dome that I was talking about." He cradles the puppies in his arms and the mother nuzzles his leg, as he talks soothingly to the whole group.
From the direction of the pit you hear a whine and the last dog is remembered. There are a number of sparkly objects as well laying on the ground.
Flea (Subbed by Carl) d20+9=21 d20+13=29 Tuesday August 7th, 2007 5:40:05 AM
Relieved to be out of hiding at last the gnome skips over to the edge of the hole and is about to peer in when she notices the sparkly objects on the ground (Spot 21).
"Ooh, looks like those goobers dropped something."
She has a bit of a hunt around, humming a merry little tune to herself, content to let someone else release the poor hound from the pit (Search 29).
Some drunken oafs deigned to invite The mighty Bloodpack to a fight. Then in a state of disarray They turned their tails and ran away.
Bye bye, drunken oafs, Drunken oafs bye bye.
Bye bye drunken oafs, Drunken oafs bye bye.
Murdock AC: 21 (Mage Armor +4) HP: 35 Tuesday August 7th, 2007 9:15:03 AM
Murocks thin set mouth does not waver as the men finally depart. He is aware of the sparklies on the ground, but doesn't much care about them. He is frustrated by the diversion, and moreso by the forced abondonment of Flor. "We should have punished those men for their actions." is all that the sullen dark elf is willing to say.
Tishe' (AC 19 HP 61/61, Barkskin+4) Wart (AC 20 HP 30/30, Barkskin) [SteveK] d20+3=21 d20+3=22 Tuesday August 7th, 2007 9:46:39 AM
Tishe's flashing eyes are the only sign that the plain-faced woman agrees wholeheartedly with her arcane companion. The rest of her she keeps in soothing tones and body language to comfort the dogs before handing over thier care to Flor.
The brown-haired woman knows what to do about the final dog as well. A quick Fly spell, and Tishe' is floating into the pit to speak with the noble beast. "It is all right now, my friend. Come, and we can be packmates together." (Animal Handling:21)(Animal Empathy:22)
In the back of her mind, Tishe' is wondering if this was the reason her call for a companion was not answered, the poor animal was a captive!
Spells Active Endure Elements (48 hours) Speak with Animals Barkskin +2 [40 minutes]shared with Wart
Trellus Tuesday August 7th, 2007 9:56:04 AM
The cleric watches the treadles run off, maintaining his stance until he's confident they have actually left the area.
"Gry, keep an eye out. Those dudes might be dumb enough to come back."
Turning to Murdock and Gilan, he can only shrug at the drow's comment. "They didn't actually break any laws, Murdock," he points out. "Written or unwritten. And I'm pretty sure word'll get out that the Bloodpack don't take kindly to what they were doing. Like Gil said, we're not going kill a bunch of drunks, even if we don't like what they're up to. We scared the sun outta them, and stopped their game, and took the animals, and made 'em look foolish, and that's as far as I'm willing to go."
The blond man gives Gilan a reproachful glance. "I can't believe you actually thought I was gonna kill 'em," he remarks. "Even Gry knew we were just putting the scare into the dudes."
Trellus nods unhappily at Flor's announcement. He's been around Gilan and Tishe long enough to know where the greenmage's priorities lie. Speaking of which... "What about the one in the pit?" he asks.
Gilan and Ciaran Tuesday August 7th, 2007 8:21:18 PM
Gilan gives Trellus a grin and then shrugs. "I was not worried about what you or Gry might do...I was worried about what they might have forced you to do." He glances around and nods his head in understanding with Flor's comments. "I believe that if we would have had Faun with us...there would have been no arguements and those men would now be dead." He moves off to the side and helps Grymash keep a lookout for signs of return or other trouble.
Smiling to Murdock he laughs lightly. "You think that turning them loose in the grass without weapons is not punishment enough." He indicates the spears that still stand in the ground and then the two broken ones. "I think that they might have only had a dagger left when they fled and they went in several directions." He leaves it at that though part of him wants to hunt them down...they deserve someking of punishment, but not death.
Ciaran has moved over to look down in the pit at the dog that stands at the bottom of it. He cocks his head to one side as he listens to Tishe' soothingly talk to the animal. With a satisfied look he trots over to take a seat near his brother.
What a waste. (DM Jim) Tuesday August 7th, 2007 11:42:54 PM
Tishe' flies down into the pit and finds that the animal is seated upon the ground of the pit before she even touches the ground. The dog cocks it's head to the side as if to say, yeah...took you long enough. It then bounds into her arms and begins to lick her around the neck and face. Though a little undernourished and already bearing a number of fight scars...she is in good shape.
Flea takes to looking and picking up the shiny things on the ground and finds each to be a coin. They are all minted of with pictures that you do not know but there is a wide arrangement of worth...from a few gold, a few silver and a number of copper.
As the others go about their own talks and discuss what might have been a better solution to the problem they just faced...the air is clear and you feel good none the less. Taking a few minutes to look things over further, you find that the remaining spears are of low quality and not even worth your time to collect.
Flor looks to Trellus and the rest with an expression that tells you that he would like to travel on...but what he said earlier must stand. "If you continue on the way we were traveling, you will find the dome in your path." He is cradling both of the pupppies in his arms and the mother has not left his side. "You will take care of yourselves and come see me and my wife again?" With a smile he nods to each again and then turns to head into the grass but back the way you came. "We will visit sometime in the future if you don't mind...maybe we can help in setting up your new home." After waiting for any replies to what he commented on or said he slips into the grass and just seems to disappear.
[10 gold, 16 silver and 23 copper found]
Flea (Subbed by Carl) Wednesday August 8th, 2007 5:22:24 AM
"Take care Flor." the diminutive rogue waves, as the druid takes his leave. She turns to the others.
"So, do we press on? It sounds like we're pretty close to the dome now. Is the doggy OK to walk with us Tishe'? Poor thing, all scratched up. What's your name, doggy? I loved the way you turned those spears into toothpick, Gry. Swoosh! Two in one go! Did you see their faces? Hoo hoo! Cheer up Murdock, we did OK, and I reckon those idiots will think twice before doing something so cruel and stupid in future."
The chatty gnome drops the coins into a small pouch, whistling cheerfully.
Tishe', Wart., and Tacia Wednesday August 8th, 2007 9:03:50 AM
Gathering up the dog in her arms, Tishe' beams as she flies out of the pit to her packmates. "Trellus, I can use a potion to help her, but if you have a spell instead...", Tishe' asks the leading question. Either by cleric or potion, the dog is healed, and Tishe' carefully considers Flea's question.
She kneels to be even closeer to the canine she rescued. "I have a feeling that whatever your name had been, it is no longer appropriate after all you've been through. You have been a prisoner and forced to fight for the pleasure of others. Yet now you are free, and will remain so for all of our days. I name you Spartacia, or Tacia for short."
Inconsistant with her own mercurial personality, Tishe' barely notices Flor's disappearance, obsessed as she is with her own Tacia. Yet, once the dog is healed, Tishe' is once again ready to move on, this time with another companion at her side.
Spells Active Endure Elements (48 hours) Speak with Animals Barkskin +2 [40 minutes]shared with Wart
Murdock AC: 21 (Mage Armor +4) HP: 35 Wednesday August 8th, 2007 10:23:35 AM
Murdock's thin lips quiver a bit, with the disagreement of his pack mates, but otherwise hold steady. The taciturn drow waves farewell to Flor and is ready to get on the road.
Memories haunt the drow's smoke glass covered eyes, and as the Bloodpack sets off again, the drow says, "In the days of my youth, the drow of Drada Delmah would fight giant spiders the way these human's fought the dogs. I could do nothing then, but now.... " The drow lets the sentiment end. "You are of course right, Gilan." The dark mage says as his adrenaline subsides, "running in the plains without the benefit of a weapon or water is punishment enough. Though I wonder where those men came from, after all drunken men of their ilk are not often found alone in the middle of the hot plains."
Trellus 2d8(4+7)+10=21 Wednesday August 8th, 2007 1:27:33 PM
"Have no fear", Trellus responds reassuringly to Flor, "you are always welcome. And we'll try to get word to you on occasion as well."
As one druid leaves, the cleric turns to help out the next. He joins Tishe and the dog, and casts a healing spell on the animal (CMW - 21 hp healed).
With the animals taken care of, its time to go. Trellus resets his gear, and points into the Grass in the direction indicated by Flor. "That way, I guess," he notes.
Murdock's thoughtful observation rolls around in the blond man's mind. "Dunno," he concedes. "It'd totally bite grass if those dudes are living in our dome. Otherwise, they might be raiders. Or part of a larger group. Let's just keep moving and keep shuttlecocked."
Grymash d20+2=12 Wednesday August 8th, 2007 8:34:57 PM "No biggie ... thays nuthin' but pointy lil' sticks. Ohhh yeah! Thay be toothpicks, hee hee! Gry gets it. Dat gute one, hee hee." Grymash continues to chuckle to himself as he continues to guard his pack. "Hee hee, toothpicks," mutters the barbarian.
Gilan and Ciaran Thursday August 9th, 2007 11:43:19 PM
Gilan nods his head and frowns. "We will have to talk sometime Murdock...about your home." He scuffs the ground and then looks to the others before looking back to the drow. "If you wish to speak of it." He gets the feeling that at times the drow would much rather forget his home. Well, that is something that he can understand...at least partially.
Ciaran moves around a bit and sniffs the ground in different places. He finally comes back to settle by his brother's side and wait for them to go somewhere.
A pair of drow. (DM Jim) Thursday August 9th, 2007 11:51:40 PM
The group moves out and soon find themselves back in the grass. You are following the directions of Flor and you have once again found a path through the grass that leads in the general direction you want to go.
The day is wearing thin and it is obvious that you will be needing to stop for the night. No place has shown itself yet to be a good place...though you could make one if you needed.
Deciding to stop for the night and make camp were you are at, you hear something. It is a pair of voices, but the language seems strange to almost all of you. Murdock on the other hand catches bits and pieces of what is being talked about. He is able to let the group know that someone not far away is talking about Rattledam and this acursed grass.
Interest draws the group towards the voices but at a slow pace and with as much stealth as possible. You find a small area that the grass has been cut down in and seated around a fire are a pair of drow elves. They are so similar in appearance that it is instinctive to figure them family.
[If the pack is going to try and approach with as little noise as possible, I will need hide/move silent checks from everyone.]
[I will need listen/spot checks from both of our new players to hear the approach of the group or spot them as they spy on you.]
I would like to be the first to welcome both of our newest members to the Bloodpack.
Grymash d20+5=17 Friday August 10th, 2007 2:13:08 AM
Grymash sits still and listens to pair of murdocks by the fire. He thinks it odd that he has never seen a murdock before in all his life until recently. Now there are two more murdocks. This is certainly strange days. Maybe they're kin to the manfri. Same skin tone, pointy ears ... only taller. Maybe more will start sprouting up out of the ground. This land has produced stranger things. However, Grymash is satisfied to let the more stealthy members of the pack check this out, unless they would like him to do it his way. Curses under his breath that he used his Silence magik already today.
(listen 17)
Ayreon (Steven) d20+2=21 Friday August 10th, 2007 4:15:41 AM
(Listen 21)
Around the cozy fire Ayreon and his companion are enjoying a short rest. Evening falls and they are to be on their way again in a little while. They have to keep searching...
Then suddenly Ayreon hears the rusteling of the grass that surrounds them! He quickly whispers a warning to his companion : Vayine only Highlight to display spoiler: {"To your feet bro! Someone's sneaking up on us!! There are many... not too quite though..."} Murdock can possibly hear this and understand it...
Ayreon jumps to his feet, walks to the far edge of the clearing they made -opposite from where the noise comes- and draws his Composite Longbow... Waiting to see who or what is sneaking up on them...
Upon entering the clearing the group sees two Drow travellers. One of them's holding a nicely crafter Darkwood longbow aimed at you... He's dressed in dark grey clothes. You can tell he is slightly taller than the other Drow but also less muscular.
The most remarkable features about both Drow are their hair and their eyes. Deep azure blue hair with streaks of silver...
Ayreon's -the one holding the longbow- hair hangs loose around his shoulders and reaches to halfway down his back.
Deep blue eyes with specks of silver are eyeballing the group in suspicion... ready to act in case of trouble. They seem to weigh each and everyone of you... as if they are deciding who to shoot first. Who is the most dangerous foe...
"Who goes there?!" Ayreon speaks in common as the group enters the clearing.
(ooc: hello everyone! This is the only time I'll add my own name after the character name. Glad to be on board.)
Flea (Subbed by Carl) d20+23=41 d20+11=13 Friday August 10th, 2007 6:48:04 AM
Flea quickly realises that the party have been rumbled. These two drow seem pretty aggressive, but at least they haven't attacked outright. With luck blood will not need to be spilled.
When Aryeon calls out his challenge the gnome considers responding with a cheeky quip, but thinks better of it. Discretion is the better part of valor, or so her father always claimed. Instead she melts into the long grass at the clearing's edge (Hide 41) as quietly as she is able (MS 13). Once hidden she draws her magic missile wand, ready to strike from hiding in case things turn ugly.
She wonders what drow would be doing out here; from what she knows drow are a subterraean people. Could they be looking for Murdock perhaps? It seems to the little rogue that drow must be very much like carriages; you wait ages for one, and then three turn up at once.
Murdock AC: 21 (Mage Armor +4) HP: 35 d20+7=20 Friday August 10th, 2007 9:39:55 AM
The drow nods to Gilan, "Maybe oneday I shall tell you a story, but not this day. The House of Bralfah is not kind to orphans, and I wish not to think on it." Murdock finishes.
The mage makes his way along with the pack through the grass. The heat, as always is stifling, and Murdock thinks to himself that there has to be a better way. He makes up his mind to study the arcane spell known as teleport, so that he might make travel easier on his friends.
As evening approaches, Murdock picks up on voices, and his viens run cold with fear, for the voices are drow, and few drow exist outside of House Bralfah.
Murdock thinks in an instant that he has brought a curse upon himself, for his speaking of the name Drada Delmah and of the spider fights. For twenty years he has kept to himself, away from that acursed place of his childhood, away from the accursed people of his youth. Now, just with the slightest mention of the last drow city, he has conjuered them into his existence. In such emotional turmoil is Murdock, that the drow does not realize that he has broadcast his feelings through the dragon's tear.
As other's in the group pick up on the sounds, Murdock tells them, that the speakers are drow, and warns the pack to be especially on guard. "Rouge drow are not to be taken lightly.." the mage says to all that will listen.
Murdock makes no attempt to hide his approach into the clearing. His silvery tatoo's and violet eye's flashing in the yellow gleam of the fire. Murdock responds in drow, "Lower your bow, the Bloodpack intends no harm."
Trellus d20+8=14 Friday August 10th, 2007 3:33:13 PM
Hearing about the two new voices, Trellus asks Gilan to weave the wasp pick again, and soon understands there are two more drow.
The cleric has never met any bad drow, but Murdock's reaction keeps him cautious. Motioning for Grymash to come with him, he enters the clearing. Murdock apparently comes too, which puts three of the Bloodpack easily visible to the newcomers.
Ayreon is going to have to pick his poison on "most dangerous foe". On the right is a hulking half orc with an enormous double sided axe. He is easily the most physically imposing. On the left is another drow, and a spellcaster at that. In the center is Trellus.
The human wears his blond hair in a short buzz cut. He wears silvery chainmail under a blood red surcoat inscribed liberally with silvery symbols of Domi. His carries an unadorned silver shield, and wears a heavy mace that he makes no attempt to draw.
[Diplomacy 14] "We go there," he answers, eyeing the bow for a second before shifting his eyes to make contact with the speaker. "We are the Bloodpack, and you dudes seem a bit lost. Anything we can help you with?"
Tishe', Wart, and Tacia d20+3=13 d20+8=28 d20+8=28 Friday August 10th, 2007 4:13:22 PM
Nighttime makes the brown-haired woman cautious and beginning to look around for a campsite when the voices are heard from over the tall Sargrass. Keeping a wand and staff in hand, she easily slips after her companions, the dog Tacia following.
Trying to be quiet (Move Silently:13), she passes through the huge grasses without impediment and moves to the left flank of Grymash, yet still keeping hidden in the 'grasses. She strains her ears to see if there are anything else in the grass, for there has been too many ambushes recently. (Listen: nat 20!, Spot: nat 20!)
Vayine (Tony) d20+4=5 Friday August 10th, 2007 7:54:03 PM
(OOC: Hello all, as this is my first offical post I am adding my real name, this time only.)
Vayine seems dead to the world, having been resting from the days journey.
Upon seeing The other Drow stand to his feet, Vayine rises. Scanning the grasses for any sign of danger. Calmly he pulls a finely crafted Sword from its sheath. Its blade longer than a common longsword, its blade dances with the colors of the fire, it almost appears to be inflames as it reflects the light.
The Drow is slightly shorter than his bow wielding companion, though he appears to be more powerfully built. They share the same hair color, A deep azure with streaks of silver. And eyes that remind you of the sky at night, thier deep blue hue speckled by bits of silver and gold.
The Drow with the sword Is wearing a finely crafted Breastplate, and holds a shield of the same quality.
Though he says no words, his eyes do the talking. seeming to say, It would be wise to show yourselves least we come in and find you.
Gilan and Ciaran d20+14=22 d20+16=35 d20+16=26 d20+6=21 d20+6=19 Friday August 10th, 2007 11:49:22 PM
Gilan makes note of the voices but does not make much of it till Murdock speaks up. He has accepted the words of Murdock earlier and maybe he will take the drow up on his offer...or maybe not. As they start to move that way and he figures what Trellus is going to ask him he taps Ciaran on the head and points to Tishe'. "Watch her and her new friend." He then goes into action.
As he looks to Trellus and gets the word he smiles and slips into his wasp form once again. He silently slips around to the other side of the two drow and waits patiently in the grass for any movements that might mean combat.
Ciaran falls into step with Tishe' and moves through the grass with equal care. He might not be as silent as some but that would be no problem for him...he was an animal and not a person.
[listen: 22] [hide/move silently(Gilan/Ciaran): 35/26 and 21/19]
Ayreon and Vayine. (DM Jim) Friday August 10th, 2007 11:56:46 PM
Ayreon and Vayine both react to the sounds that they hear from those moving in their direction. Though they do not hear all the group they do make out enough to know that several are moving in their direction.
With Murdock, Trellus and Grymash stepping out into the small area that Vayine had cleared earlier, they find themselves face to face with the Bloodpack. Both drow have heard of this group before and they know them to be of Rattledam. They also know that this group stands for good on the Sargrass and they could do a lot worse than to align themselves with this group.
Still the situation is tense as several are ready for trouble and noone wants to be the first to back down...at least not yet. The one problem that the two drow have is, how do they know that this group is actually the Bloodpack. Somekind of proof would be nice and they have only a couple of ideas that might prove who this group is....each member of the true Bloodpack is known to wear a blood red ring and they each have something that you have.
[Ayreon and Vayine: I will be sending you information on one last little item that you should have for your character. This item is a blood red gem the size of you fist. This gem would have been given to you by a female copper dragon that you met while traveling this far into the Sargrass. Said gem, should be embedded in your chest and you were told that those you were to meet would have them as well.]
Murdock AC: 21 (Mage Armor +4) HP: 35 Saturday August 11th, 2007 12:41:23 PM
Murdock, the last drow of house Trizica, watches as his kinsmen draws his sword. The wizard is emotional, and in no condition to diffuse the situation. In common, Murdock says, "I am Murdock Trizica, of the Bloodpack, last drow of House Trizica, orphaned to House Bralfah during the ascent to Drada Delmah." The mage pauses to summon his courage, for what he is about to speak does not sit well with him. "Trellus.... Perhaps they would allow us to share their fire?" The question is obviously directed at the two new drow, and not the leader of the pack.
Ayreon Sunday August 12th, 2007 5:31:17 AM "The Bloodpack! We've found them!!" Ayreon thinks to himself, "Four of them have showed themselves but weren't they a bigger group?!? Yeah sure they have got the Half-Orc brute and apparently a few spellcasters... But where are the others?? Better be careful they don't attack!!"
Ayreon's eyes dash from Trellus to Tishe' to grymash, then the animal and last to Murdock. Ayreon has heard tales that a Drow kinsmen has joined the famous Bloodpack group. He looks more closely at their hands hoping to catch a glimpse of the blood red ring they should all be wearing.
"So we appear to be lost" Ayreon thinks "Of course we are! We're trying to find Rattledam... we've been looking for it for months now... can't tell them that. Perhaps a lucky guess will do"
Ayreon eyeballs Trellus and says: "The Bloodpack are you... sure. We've allready met a group claiming to be the Bloodpack. Remember those bro? Their carcasses are being nicely cleaned by the critters of the Sargrass... But I see you people wear the rings known to be worn by the Bloodpack... Well met. I am Ayreon and this is my brother Vayine. We're on our way to Rattledam."
For the Bloodpack group it's obvious Ayreon is pointing into the wrong direction!! These two Drow know not the direction to Rattledam!!
Then he turns to Murdock and nods. "Well met Murdock Trizica of the Bloodpack. Our last name is not to be spoken of. We've sworn never to go by that name ever since..." Ayreon doesn't finish his sentence.
Again to the 4 facing him he says: "It is said there are eight in the Bloodpack. I only see 4... where's the rest of you."
And of course Ayron lowers his bow and offers them a place around the fireplace.
Vayine Sunday August 12th, 2007 12:57:29 PM
Vayine watches as the others talk, judging the strenghts of the newcomers. A feeling of pure understanding, and sympathy washes over the Drow warrior. He felt a bond with the Newcomer Drow. It is evident to him that Ayreon, felt the same connection.
Sheathing his sword, Vayine clenches his left fist, crossing his left arm over his chest and placing his closed fist on the base of his right shoulder, than bowing in respect to the newcomers.
"We would be honored to have you share our fire, Mayhapes you would share stories of your travels. And My bro and I will share more of or tale of the imposters we encountered earlier." Vayine Gestures towards the clearing and seats himself gracefully on the ground.
Flea (Subbed by Carl) Sunday August 12th, 2007 7:19:18 PM
The gnome watches carefully as the two drow speak. She is ready for any sign of aggression or duplicity, but sees none. And when the offer comes to share their fire, along with the sheathing of weapons, the diminutive rogue breathes a sigh of relief. She puts away her wand before walking out of the long grass and greeting the two drow with a friendly wave.
At first glance in the light of the fire Flea could be mistaken for a human child. She's just over four feet tall, with a broad, slightly tanned, heart shaped face, a sprinkle of freckles across her nose, her generous grin exposing a gap in the middle of even white teeth. Her reddish blonde hair is cut in a chin-length bob. But upon closer inspection it is clear this is no child. Her large, clear blue eyes sparkle with a knowing expression beyond any youngster's. She has slightly pointed ears, and an athletically muscular, but definitely female frame hinted at under finely crafted leather garments, the color of summer wheat grass. She wears a snug fitting vest laced over a loose shirt of some light stuff, tucked into slim fitting leather pants, and soft leather boots laced at the ankle. Her hair is kept out of her face by a scarf of the same stuff as her shirt, wrapped 'round her forehead a few times and knotted off behind. A few pouches dangle off her leather belt, along with a simple short sword. She carries a pack over one shoulder, with only the most basic adventurer's equipment. A short bow and quiver of arrows rests precariously atop the pile, along with a short hooded cloak rolled into a ball.
"Don't mind if we do, seeing as you offered so nicely" she grins. "My name's Furtif. Furtif Aeanora Flibbertigibbit. But you should probably call me Flea, because it's quicker, and easier to remember, and because everybody else does. Nice to meet you, you have very nice hair. Does it take a lot of washing to keep it looking like that? Wow, so you met impostor us's? Really? What was the impostor me like? Not as friendly I bet. Well, probably not, if you left them bleeding by the roadside. Could imposter Gilan turn into a wasp like ours? That's pretty shady when he does that. I bet impostor Gry wasn't as big as our one. So, you're sworn never to go by your last name since... what? When? Come on, you can't just leave us hanging! That sounds like a story in need of telling! I'll bet there were battles and treachery and loads and loads of that drow thingy that Murdock does lots. What is it again? Ankhs? Ants? Oh, no, angst, that's it. Loads of angst. Will you tell us? I could write you a song about it if you like. I can do funny ones and brave ones and cheery ones and stuff, but I'd love to give an angsty one a try. I've never weaved one of those. Will you, please? Oh, and my directions aren't the best, but I've got a feeling Rattledam is that way."
She has approached, sat down and launched into her tirade of questions before she remembers she should probably have OK'd that with Trell. She gives him a quizzical glance, as if to say Well? What do you think?
ADM StevenVdB : Posting Record Game 10 Monday August 13th, 2007 2:10:53 AM
Posting Report for Game 10 for the week of August 6th - 12th
Name - MTWTFSS - #posts
DM JimW - XXOXXOO - 4
Trellus - OXXOXOO - 3
Tishe - OXXOXOO - 3
Gilan - OXOXXOO - 3
Grymash - OOXXOOO - 2
Flea - XXXOXOX - 5
Murdock - OXXOXXO - 4
Vayine - OOOOXOX - 2 (active since friday)
Ayreon - OOOXOOX - 2 (active since thursday)
[X = post, O = no post, 2 = 2 posts]
ADM Note - Carl subbing for Flea, MikeK subbing for Tishe. PTB are watching.
Trellus Monday August 13th, 2007 9:26:26 AM
Trellus is still getting used to the idea that his pack is known all over the Plains. Now, these two claim other are impersonating them? Shady.
Things seem to be calming down, and the cleric relaxes considerably as weapons are lowered. His raises his right hand, revealing the blood red platinum band on his finger in response to Ayreon's statement.
Flea bursts in. The blond man should probably be upset that she gave away a lot of information, but he responds to her glance with a grin and a wink, he eyes twinkling in amusement.
Trellus turns back to the two drow. "We'd be happy to share your fire," he responds formally, figuring this is some kind of drow ritual. Squatting down, he looks around for some sign of grass mats or other ground cover.
"Well, as you can see, we're more than four, but we're not quite 8 either. And we are the Bloodpack, although you're gonna have to let me know how I can prove that." He looks at Ayreon with a grin. "And like Flea said, if you're weavin' that way for Rattledam, you're in for a very long walk." He looks around curiously. "How're you keeping the bugs off you at night? I don't see any shelter."
Ayreon Monday August 13th, 2007 11:25:40 AM
Ayreon's eyes grow large as he listens to the waterfal Flea washes over him but visibly frowns as Flea blurts out he seems not to know the way to Rattledam.
It's clear Trellus is the leader of the Bloodpack but Ayreon nods to everyone as they enter the clearing they made earlier one by one.
"Tales of old will be told in good time euhm ... Flea ... do allow me to use the short name as well."
When Trellus shows the Blood red ring Ayreon nods and smiles when Trellus challenges him to find a way they can prove they are the Bloodpack.
"Then ones who impersonated you guys were not like either of you. My brother here is a much better story teller. He will tell the tale of the Imposters as we share a drink."
Tishe', Wart, and Tacia Monday August 13th, 2007 2:18:08 PM
As everyone gets less shuttlecocked, Tishe' gives a nod and emerges from the concealing grasses.
Average in almost every way, the human woman is not really full or flat, fat or thin. Her shoulder-length brown hair isn't straight nor particularly curly, and is kept in a single tail down her back. Her brown eyes are but a shade darker than her hair, and with her light bronze skin create the appearance of a mouse. Her nose isn't bold nor severe, lips not full, cheeks not rosy. The kind of woman that when a man describes her, invariably says 'she's got a great personality'...
She wears well-worn, tunic and trews of light brown and green. Her sage cloak conceals the crossbow and dagger at her side, and she holds a white staff in her hand. Almost out of place is a red silk sash around her waist.
"Well, I don't know about a ring, never picked one, but I've weaved with the Bloodpack for some months now, and I can assure you the name is well-founded." she smiles to show there is no threat in the words.
Moving out of the 'grasses behind her is a shaggy wolf and a barrel-chested dog. They pace with the woman easily and seem to look like the pack has determined the black elves to not be a threat.
"Murdock, I wonder if there is an opening to your homeland somewhere about. Before we met you, we travelled with another drow by the name of Umbriel?"
But then her mercurial attention seems to focus, and Tishe' gives a slight bow. "Many Shadows", she says formally, "I am Tishe' of the Bloodpack."
Flea (subbed by Carl) Monday August 13th, 2007 6:27:10 PM
The gnome settles back and looks to Vayine expectantly as drinks are passed around. She's always up for a good story. And a good drink, come to that.
Vayine (Endure Elements Active) Monday August 13th, 2007 8:07:05 PM
Taking a small drink for the proffered skin, Vayine passes the skin to the others.
A few nights back my bro and I were traveling much as we are now. We had settled in for the night after a long day. We started a fire, and readied our weapons, making sure that they were well cared for. As always, we took turns resting so that we would not be caught unaware. I took my rest first. My bro stood first watch. As he stood watch, four companions entered our camp. We were not caught unawares, my bro had heard them approuch and woke me up. I lay there as if I had been asleep.
The four entered our camp, and offered to share our watch to ensure that every one was able to sleep. We shared a meal and a fire. We learned that they claimed to be the bloodpack. I had not noticed until My bro brought it to my attention but the group lacked your distinct markings. your rings.
The group contained a half-orc with a double ax. A cleric we noticed no religious symblos, I am sorry, I wish I could answer more about the cleric. Their was a Dwarf warrior, and a wizard of some great power.
they offered to take a watch to let us sleep. We took their offer but it is imperitive that you know that we don't need much sleep. As we lay their the imposters started going through our packs and as we watched they took some of our possestions. When my Brother rose, they attacked him. He is very good at what he does. The dwarf went down after several arrows to the chest. I rose behind the wizard. He was preparing a spell. I hit him from behind, knocking him to the ground. I than rushed the Half-orc. It was a fierce battle, I took many wounds but in the end, a sword blade through the throat, is more deadly than an ax to the thigh.
the cleric started to advance to heal the dwarf, but my bro placed an arrow in the healers hand, than an arrow into the clerics shoulder. I followed this with a few hits to the chest and hips, he fell the the ground. As he fell he cast another spell. As he finished his hands glowed a rusty red. I tried to dodge but he grabbed my ankle. His grip burned with a cold power. I felt the life draining from my body, a second arrow from my bro halted the spell, it took him in the shoulder again, mere inches from the mans throat. I swung my sword down, finishing him off. As we fought the cleric, the mage rose to his feet, He cast a spell that launched a group of glowing darts. They hit my bro, full force sending him reeling but not finishing my brother, the wizard smiled as he readied another spell, that was until an arrow slamed home into the mages mouth. That silenced the human for a while, As we approuched he rubbed a ring on his hand, its black metal hummed and the man started to turn meddle into the darkness as a small portal opened up a few feet away, the man started to make for it, I knew I wouldn't reach him so I through a pair of my daggers, each hitting the man in the back. I know that, that goes against honor, but I had to do what I needed to. I thought he would make it through but just than A several arrows whisked past my head, taking the wizard several times in the back, as the man fell he fell through the portal, the shimmering hole deactivated.
we searched the bodies finding little of use, except a few potions we used to heal our wounds. We have been on the road ever since, wanting to get as much distance between us and the coprses. we are new to these parts and know little of the scavangers in these areas.
that is our story. I hope you enjoyed it, know that their may be more imposters, you have earned a name for yourselves and many would like to profit from your work.
having said his due, the drow warrior settles down, listening to the chatter between the newcomers. and nodding at his brother, at the telling of their tale.
Grymash Monday August 13th, 2007 8:28:17 PM
Grymash listens closely to every word. His usual short attention span was not a factor for he was completely engrossed by the murdock's tale. Especially the part about the impostor Grymash. He wasn't sure what an impostor was. However, Gry found it fascinating that there was another Bloodpack in the plains with members having the exact same names! "Dude, who'd uh thunk it! Gute thing yooz puts an end ta dat thievin' Bloodpack. Yooz gots da axe froms dat other Gry? Grymash likes ta see its!"
Gilan and Ciaran Monday August 13th, 2007 11:12:46 PM
Gilan had buzzed into the cleared before the tale was told. His human feet returning to him as he came to stand upon the ground. He was holding no weapons and seemed at ease. Moving slowly towards his own pack he felt a new curiousity towards these two drow. "The name is Gilan by the way." His hand comes down to scratch a spot behind the large wolf that has come to stand beside him.
Ciaran looks to the two and then to his brother and whines. He does not like to be forgotten and he is reminding his brother about it.
Feeling bad about forgetting his own brother he turns a little red. "This is my brother, Ciaran." He once again ruffs up the wolf's ears, but a little rougher this time around.
As he sits and listens to the story told by the one called Vayine he shakes his head. This was no surprise but he really did not expect people to be impersonating them. "So, what drew you to here...to the Sargrass and ultimately to Rattledam?" He is suddenly curious about all of this.
The pack grows. (DM Jim) Monday August 13th, 2007 11:15:59 PM
As the two groups continue their talks for sometime into the night, stories are told on both sides. Maybe some questions are answered as well by the two drow. They also might take it as a sign to mention the fist sized gems they have embedded in their chests and the meeting of a copper female dragon.
Watches are set and the two groups spend a nice night of relax and chat. The next morning finds some already up and about thier morning rituals. It is also a time of decisions of what to do.
Flea (Subbed by Carl) Tuesday August 14th, 2007 5:49:33 AM
Flea sits open-mouthed throughout the tale, bouncing up and down in place as it reaches its climax. When it is done she claps her hands in delight. "That was amazing! Tell us another! You weave a wicked tale, Vayine! A shame there was no imposter me though."
Ayreon Tuesday August 14th, 2007 6:44:33 AM
While Vayine tells the tale of their last encounter Ayreon closely watches the Bloodpack. They truely are a remarkable group... but even a ring can be fake... this group certainly looks a lot tougher than the previous so called bloodpack.
"I don't want to offend anyone, but you can understand that we've become a bit suspiscious after meeting the so called Bloodpack... Does Grand Maw mean anything to you?"
Ayreon monitors the expression on the faces of the bloodpack and awaits their response. If they mention the Copper Dragon and the embedded Tear of the Dragon Ayreon smiles with relief.
He in his turn reveals the Tear of the Dragon implanted in his own chest.
"Well than I guess this is settled"
As Gilan questions Vayine and Ayreon about their reasons to visit Rattledam Ayreon says: "We've been searching for you ever since we met Grand Maw. She has told us to look for you and how to find you. All we had to do was going to Rattledam... we've been trying to find it for several weeks now... But apparently the Dragon was right! We are on our way to Rattledam - or at least we think we are - and so we have found you!"
That night Ayreon only sleeps 2 hours while his brother is awake and vica versa.
At dawn he watches how the Bloodpack prepares to move on and asks :"Is there any place left in the grand Bloodpack for two more? And ... where will it lead us if we follow?"
Murdock Tuesday August 14th, 2007 10:27:14 AM /ooc:Welcome to the Bloodpack you two new guys. I look forward to three powerful drow ripping it up! However, Murdock's got some issues you guys are going to have to help him overcome :D -SteveHaviland
After the initial overtures, Murdock withdrawls into himself. This day has been a cursed day for the mage. One of the reasons the drow became an adventurer was to put distance between himself and other dark elfs.
Even so, Murdock listen's to the newcomers tales throughout the night, but stays silent. He finds that he likes the company of these two. Unfortunately, the wounds of youth do not so easily heal and the sickness of his heart colors his perceptions. The mages keen mind latchs on to missing parts of their story and he notes to ask them later.
And so, Murdock Trizica speaks to the new come drow, early that morning, after the nights festivities, when they ask to travel with the Bloodpack. The mage's own insecurities drive him to be brutally honest in his questioning, despite what offense it may cause.
"So... What cause do two skillful males have to deny their house name? It is unusual to say the least amoung our kind."
Before Ayreon and Vayine can respond, Murdock continues, " Bralfah! the very name sickens my heart. While our kin have chosen good and kindness, it is still a pale reflection of what can be found in other races of the Wold. I have good reason to reject my adopted house, but what of two pure-bloods? What of two of house Bralfah's mighty warriors? What cause would you have to throw away the banner of your family name? We of the Bloodpack do not so easily ally ourselves with those we meet idly happen across on the grass."
The drow mage regrets his question and his outburst as soon as he says it. However, the poison in his heart, has spoken without his control, and his bald statements demand an answer.
Trellus Tuesday August 14th, 2007 11:53:39 AM
The blond haired cleric starts visibly at the mention of "Grand Maw" before turning in wonder to Grymash. "Light, dude," he teases the half-orc. "You sure left some impression."
Trellus reveals the embedded gem in his own chest as confirmation of Ayreon's facts. "Do they work?" he asks them eagerly, and turns to Tishe. "Give it a try," he urges.
At Murdock's outburst, the cleric's face drops. He walks over to the drow, turning himself so the other two are blocked somewhat. In a low, apologetic tone, he says "Um, if the dudes we idly happen upon have Tears embedded in their chests, we're pretty much gonna take 'em in." The man looks the mage in the eye. "Is that going to be a problem?" he asks, sincerely concerned for Murdock's feelings.
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OOC - Trellus gave a blood red platinum band to Flea, Gry, Gilan, and Tishe some time ago (focus for Shield Other spell). I can't remember if Murdock was with us at the time. Please let me know.
Vayine Tuesday August 14th, 2007 1:11:08 PM
Seeing his brother reveal the large gem, that was embedded in his chest, a small tingle of fear raced down the Drows spine, he didn't like revealing information about himself to others, that gave them an advantage, no matter how small. seeing the others take the gem instride and even the gem in the humans chest, vayine considered the possiblity that this was the bloodpack that they sought. taking a deep breath he releases the straps that held the breastplate to his chest, as the metal slides away, the Drow reachs to this coller. pulling the tie strings he opens his shirt revealing a large gem, the copy of the others he had seen so far. a small smile crossing his face in releif that, that knowledge was out in the open.
Looking to the Drow wizard, Vayine thinks on how to answer the question. when the drow asked the question, vayine chided himself for the grimace of pain that had crossed his face, thankfully it was fast fading. One couldn't tell if it was a personal anguish or something more.
"I mean this to take no offense, But we hardly know each other. I am sorry but I do not feel comfortable talking about it. I am sorry, perhapes as we travel We will talk more on this matter."
Looking towards the Half-orc. I am sorry we didn't think to bring the ax. It was fine craftsmanship but lacked any real power other that the force that wielded it.
hearing the small gnomes many questions, the drow could not stop the smile that found its way to his face, the care free, inquisitive nature was refreshing after the serious nature of the meeting. Ah little one, I am glad we did not fight one such as yourself. I think i would have had to watch my back. Something about the way you move, makes me think i would have felt the bite of a blade before i could have stopped or battled the half-orc. If you like tales than I shall tell you more of your travels to find the pack, but i think now is the time for travel. come Flea we shall talk as we go. I have a feeling you have more tales to tell than I. WIth a smile towards his brother, a thought fluttered through the drows mind, at last they had found friends, and maybe a new home. He knew that all though he didn't tell his brother, that the Drow bowman would understand the look. Peace.
Tishe', Wart, and Tacia Tuesday August 14th, 2007 4:34:52 PM
"Grand Maw?", Tishe' laughs, her brown eyes merry, "I had no idea that the dragons had taken to calling themselves the name that Grymash gave them!"
Tishe' unselfconsciously bares her own chest to reveal the fist-sized gem embedded between her breasts. "Yes, I have one too, and if your's is real... Message via Dragon TearsHighlight to display spoiler: { "You will be able to know the names of my sisters: Bloom, Katz, and Livia."} Closing her clothing up, Tishe' relaxes further and enjoys learning more about Vayine and Areyon.
Around the campfire, she sits with Murdock and shares tales with everyone. "With the Dragon Tears, it looks as if Grand Maw has more in store for us and is more interested in the Sargrass than we thought." The plain-faced woman has no qualms about the black elf brothers. "A packmate of Grand Maw is a packmate of ours!"
In the morning, Tishe' wakes and lounges with the barrel-chested dog, Tacia, as well as her spellbook; seeking further insight in the relationships between her arcane knowledge and the wonders of Mother and Father Wold.
"I have a spell to beat the heat if anyone requires it", she informs her packmates, and will cast an Endure Elements spell with her Rod of Extension on whomever first accepts.
That done, she and Tacia takes thier place behind Trellus to ready to march through the Grass.
Grymash Tuesday August 14th, 2007 11:09:11 PM "Wait one bone-bitten minut! Grand Maw be uh BRONZE dragon!! See!!" Grymash produces a bronze colored scale that she had given him. "See? First yooz murdocks say dat yooz meet uh thievin' Bloodpack wit da same names as we! Nows yooz sayin' dat uh copper dragon be named same as Grand Maw! Whaa ... Gry be thinkin' thays be lyin' bout who thay be! Or... or some other sun-baked treadles be lyin'! Grymash is becoming quite agitated and his eyes start filling with blood. "GRY NO BE STANDIN' DIS ... TRELL, GRY NEEDA FIND GRAND MAW. IF BAD HAPPEN TA GRAND MAW ... UUGH..GRR, GRY WILL FILLS HELL UP BEFORES GRY STOP LOOKIN'!!" His knuckles crack as he grips his double ax. His breathing becomes heavy and echoes with a low guttural growl. Madness grows within him, taking over, adrenaline fueled. His feelings for his beloved bolstering his rage.
Gilan and Ciaran Tuesday August 14th, 2007 11:13:22 PM
Gilan wakes in the morning, early before the sun comes up and moves off to the side of the clearing. He faces the direction that the sun will rise in and waits for the first touch of it's rays. Ciaran has come over to sit near his brother, as is his ritual now every morning. With the first touch of the rays upon their faces, they both raise their voices in song to Mother and Father.
Gilan nods his head as he touches the gem embedded in his own chest at the mention of "Grand Maw". He looks to Gry and smiles. "Way to go Gry." He laughs and wonders if his half-orc friend is going to pummel him in his sleep tonight. Looking to Trellus he feels regret that they all cannot make use of their heart gems.
Both are ready when the rest of the group is to move out. They are both waiting at a location that will allow them to continue their trek. He looks to Trellus and the others. "If they are coming with us...should they not know where we go?" If they are to be part of the pack, they should know the groups destination. He silently wonders if they should also tell the two drow of their problems with Rattledam...they might not want to join.
2 Knights Out. (DM Jim) Tuesday August 14th, 2007 11:56:02 PM
As the two groups form one larger group, they seem to be getting along rather well. There are of course a few unanswered questions but those will most likely be answered in time.
The Bloodpack moves out once more but this time under the full protection of spells, that will help with the heat. The trip is easy, once you find the path that you had been following earlier. The day goes by and then you get into the second. The two new drow seem to be fitting into the group rather well and everyone is happy.
It is the night of the second day after meeting and you all find yourselves once again around a small fire. Bellies are full and the night is slightly cooler than the last few. There is a hint of something on the night air that might give some the shivers.
[Survival DC 14: Highlight to display spoiler: {'You smell rain on the air, which usually means a storm is coming.'}]
Flea (Subbed by Carl) Wednesday August 15th, 2007 6:51:10 AM
When Gry launches into his tirade the gnome scurries over. This needs to be calmed quickly before things get out of hand.
"Hey Gry, it's OK! Deep breaths! These, uh, Murdocks haven't seen too many dragons, and copper sort of looks a lot like bronze to folks who've spent most of their lives underground. They just made a mistake is all, Grand Maw is fine, and the Murdocks are fine too. See? They have Dragon Tears in their chests. Would Grand Maw have given those to folks she didn't trust or like?"
She stands between the drow and the half orc, doing her best to settle him down. "Grand Maw gave these Murdocks a gift, see, to show us we should trust 'em. Don't you think we should do what Grand Maw wants?"
Assuming she is able to get Gry to relax, the gnome enjoys the journey, chatting with the two newcomers, and pestering them to tell more stories of their past. As they sit around the campfire the following night she smiles to herself. There's a wonderful freedom to camping out under the stars, travelling with companions old and new.
Murdock d20=8 Wednesday August 15th, 2007 8:40:59 AM /ooc- Don't feel bad Steven. If Trellus hadn't responded, I would think that my post were being ignored too. Giving the way DM Jim is handling this, I guess he wants to get on with the story. Also, Murdock does not have a bloodred ring. -SteveHaviland
The Drow looks at the cleric he has grown to respect. "Might I point out," Murdock says in a quiet but scalding tone, "that we do not infact know if those are real tears? They didn't even respond to Tishe's message of welcome through the tear!"
The drow mage is still angry, and feels his objections are passing in one ear and out the other. His only solice is that Grymash seems to also not take immediately to the newcomers.
Alas, when all is said and done, he resigns himself to the drows acceptance into the Bloodpack.
That night after another hard days travel, Murdock smells something unusual in the air, but can't quiet place it. [Survival DC=8]
Trellus d20+9=19 Wednesday August 15th, 2007 11:06:42 AM
Trellus' face turns thoughtful when Murdock responds that the Tears (and the story) might be forged. If dudes know about the Bloodpack, maybe its possible?
"OK, good point," he concedes. "We'll keep an eye on...."
The cleric stops at the sounds of Gry's tirade. "Oh, light", he grouses.
His head swivelling between Murdock and Grymash, Trellus raises his hand, giving the drow a 'just hold on a minute, I'll be right back' motion. "I, uh, I gotta go," he apologizes, already moving to join Flea.
The blond man steps in front of the hulking half-orc barbarian, hands high. "Warp down, Gry! Flea's right! Copper and bronze colors look a lot alike. Let's make sure the pattern is true before we get all shuttlecocked. Grand Maw can take on dragons after all, what're these two dudes gonna be able to do to her?"
Trellus works on Grymash until the half-orc's breathing gets more even and less 'I'm gonna rip your head off'.
Hopefully, after some more back and forth with the others, tensions lessen a little. Trellus tells Ayreon and Vayine that the Bloodpack is heading toward an abandoned dome and Rattledam afterwards, but that is as much as he's willing to reveal right now. He does want to know if they can feel Tishe through the Tears they wear. He also makes sure those two aren't the only ones awake during the night, putting two of his group on watch as well. He returns to Murdock, assuring the mage that while the other two are coming along, they aren't totally trusted yet.
The next night (hopefully calmer) Trellus sniffs the air, and seeks out Gilan and Grymash. "Rain" he notes ominously. "We gotta find cover." [Survival (Sargrass) - 19]
Ayreon Wednesday August 15th, 2007 11:14:25 AM
Just when Gry break out Ayreon shudders in fear that their past will catch up with them. But when his brother cools things down he smiles at Vayine... happy that he and Ayreon are together on this yourney.
A simple nod at Vayine says plenty to his brother.
The next evening Ayreon quietly listens to Trellus and the way they are heading. Everything sounds just perfect for the Drow fighter.
"Lead us the way Trellus. I'm happy to be with the Bloodpack at last."
Vayine Wednesday August 15th, 2007 1:27:42 PM
Hearing the voices of concern about the pairs blood red gems, Vayine places his left fist over his brestplate and activates the gem
(Uses message ability.) I assure all of you that this is true a Dragons tear and that is was given to us by the Bronze dragon Great Maw. I am willing to submit to a spell that will allow you to disern how truthful I am being. Though I must limit you to just questions concern the our intentions and of the gem and Dragon. I mean this not to sound as though we are hiding something but our pasts are our own. If we should choose, we will tell you more of our past but we have just meet. I think you understand.
Also my good Half-orc. The others are correct, any dragons we have meet, were underground. The darkness reduces any chance to see color. our darkvision only allows us to see heat parterns, not acutal coloration on the creature, in the dark your grayskin would appear many variations of red. as that is the only color that our vision allows. do you understand? if not I can try to explain another way.
Seeing His brothers nod, Vayine nods back. Yes this will be a learning experiance for both of them. This world was very different from what they were used to.
Tishe', Wart, and Tacia Wednesday August 15th, 2007 2:23:52 PM ooc: looking at the posting time, Jim posted with Gilan only 2 mintues after Stephen with Grymash. Looks like he didn't see Grymash's post before the last DM post since he already had the screen up. :)
The brown-haired woman gets even more intense with first Murdock and then Grymash getting all shuttlecocked. And niether of the black elves have responded to her Dragon Tear message...
But then Vayine responds, not with her requested answer, but with somthing even better. She relaxes and smiles at Murdock and Trellus. "The Tears are real, and I can feel messages through them. And now that I think about it, I can feel Vayine and Aryeon in the back of my heart, like we are woven together through the Dragon Tears."
She tries to get Grymash calmed down as well. "Grymash! Sweetie! You can feel them through Grand Maw's Tears, too!"
Sorry. (DM Jim) Wednesday August 15th, 2007 6:31:57 PM
Trying to keep things moving so that noone gets bored. You can of course take time to roleplay as you are moving through the grass. I moved along the time through the grass by two days and you could make a post for that day you missed, no problem there.
I congratulate everyone on the roleplay with the dragon color mistake. First time, awhile ago, I had Grand Maw as a gold dragon and got a correction. Lost my NPC list with my old computer when it got fried...note to self, start new NPC list. Now I made her a copper as that was what I was thinking she was...maybe next time I will make her a silver. :)
Grymash d20+2=16 Wednesday August 15th, 2007 10:48:43 PM ooc: No problem, enjoyed the drama :)
(Wisdom check 16)
Searing hatred screaming from between his ears. Visions all in shades of blood present Grand Maw's bludgeoned and mangled corpse on the ground. At first, Flea is holding her dripping hooked hammer. She laughs in delight as she savors a lick of her weapon. Tishe with her mouth engorged, chews on a piece of the dragon's flesh. She mockingly opens her mouth wide to reveal she swallowed and cackles wildly. Even Trellus dances around, hands in the air clutching entrails, allowing himself to be wrapped up in sinuous and glistening gut. Everyone filled with morbid mirth and merriment. Grymash is taken aback in horror at what he sees. He staggers backwards and readies his weapon. However, he hesitates from swinging his mighty double axe. Soft, cool voices begin to penetrate the chaos. Voices from within. As the red begins to recede, Grymash begins to notice that Flea isn't holding her weapon and her eyes are no longer merry. Grand Maw is gone. Grymash falls to his knees and he buries his face in his large hands. His low, muffled voice asks, "flea... grand maw be gute, right? tell gry dat grand maw be gute. gry no know whut gry do wit out grand maw. gry rathers be dead, rathers be dead..."
Whatever impression Grymash may have had on the dragon, from what everyone mused about earlier, it becomes quite apparent that the dragon had an even greater impression on him.
Gilan and Ciaran Thursday August 16th, 2007 12:06:42 AM
Gilan had been keeping to himself a little more as he went over some things in his own head. Many times he sat with a wooden styled knife in his hands, turning it this way and that.
Grymash's outburst brings him to his feet and he moves slowly towards his friend. Hesitantly he reaches a hand out to lay it upon the big man's shoulder, after he seems more himself. "Gry...she is fine." His hand touches the gem embedded in his own chest and he rubs it. "She is as connected to these gems as we are...you would have know, as would have Tishe'." In his heart he believes this and he hopes that Gry can believe it to.
He glances to Trellus and Murdock for somekind of help. "Great magic leaves behind a connection and surely these gems required great magic to make." Looking to the drow he gives them a smile and shakes his head. They were taking it all rather well at least.
Ciaran stayed were he was at during all of this. He had never seen this large man of the pack turn this deadly without being in a fight.
Night of Secrets. (DM Jim) Thursday August 16th, 2007 12:13:50 AM
This camp spot is rather nice and the Bloodpack easily have things set up for the night. Grassmats are pulled out or new ones made as needed and then spread out for use when people feel the need.
The moon can be seen in the sky but the scent of rain that lingers worries everyone. Especially once the effects of rain on the environment is told to the two new drow.
The group finds themselves going through all that they have passed that might be suitable shelter and nothing comes to mind. You have only passed through an endless sea of grass and no rocks or other forms of shelter to be had.
As the first drops of rain start to fall, the night starts to come alive with the sounds of millions of feet and wings. The pack will have few choices laying before them, unless someone can create a shelter.....but run. Right now, the drops are big but few...but that will change as the clouds begin to form. In the distance a jag of lightning slashes the sky and slams into the ground, seemingly pulled by the grass itself.
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