Yanosh Wednesday September 5th, 2007 2:23:54 PM
Releaved that Nauth stepped forward as second. Yanosh Eyes the big Orc and thinks of some bitting remark for when the taunts begin. For they will begin. Or he dont know thick skulled pointy eared Orcs.
Acceptance Wednesday September 5th, 2007 3:34:13 PM
The large orc nods towards Yanosh and then lifts his chins and squares his shoulders as Aiden speaks up. Relaying a breif account of the battle and his assumption of leader. Nauthiz`Ull steps forward as well, now the Second. The orc gives a short acknowledging nod to the other.
Yanosh gives a quick intro and the orc leader's eyes narrow a bit, behind them there is light discussion cut off by a nonsensacal grunt from the big orc. It is the same orc Yanosh had been talking to last time he was here.
In Common he says "Since she brings dinner and dessert, the elf woman can come." and he chuckles adding in orc Highlight to display spoiler: {"There are many hungry men here."} He makes a lip smacking sound and then turns to the other three. In orc Highlight to display spoiler: {"Go and tell Ull`Kr and Rounder, the Ice Peakers have returned."}
The three others move quickly and the remaining orc motions for the group to remain here a moment or two. It seems he has a question and after a few attempts it also seems he has decided to just say it. Looking squarely at the dwarf "Why do bother with him wood carver? He's not but meat on bones now. Or will you seek out the witch?"
ooc: question d20=14 Wednesday September 5th, 2007 5:53:39 PM
with how the ork leader spoke, is he implying that we should bring the elf with us for her 'protection' (and doing it in the guise of serving us)?
Sorry...it is one of those moments where not being face to face and seeing the body language due to the game being online hurts.
sense motive roll if needed: 14 + 2 (orks) +3 = 19
I'll await your answer before doing the post...
-Paul
The orc is implying that the bear and wolves are dinner.
Rendal d20=6 Wednesday September 5th, 2007 9:24:20 PM
Watching with interest Rendal sees the banter between the ors and his new comrades as friendly orc positioning.
Thinking that he would be good as a second but not knowing enough of his comrades or these ors he decides that he should wait to use his diplomacy skills some other day.
Hmm the witch.
I wonder does that me she might be able to heal Garret? Knowledge roll on witch 6+7= 13
Heyoka Thursday September 6th, 2007 9:56:50 AM
Glaring at the Orc who makes such fun of her friend Fisher, she juts her jaw forward, and lays a hand on Fisher's shoulder, ready to cast spells whenever necessary.
Yngvar the not so very tall d20+1=15 d20+1=7 Thursday September 6th, 2007 10:11:31 AM
The ranger has no hope of following the orcs' speech on any level.
Listen 15 (+2 vs orcs) Spot 7 (+2 vs orcs)
Nauthiz'Ull Thursday September 6th, 2007 11:42:30 AM
Nauth stands as stoic as possible, feeling a slight sense of relief for claiming what he believes is his leadership of the group.
"Wunjo, this is what Kayra and her group were afraid of. We are allying with the those of Twin Tusks and they are residing on Burfell. We must decide very carefully as to what we do and who we do it with. Our place in Ice Peak may depend on it."
Yanosh Thursday September 6th, 2007 2:57:10 PM
In Orc Yanosh speaks, "The Bear and Wolves are companions the the ones they walk beside. They are not for food." Yanosh then gets a stern look on his face as he gestures towards Garretts body he is pulling along, "We are taking him home for a Proper Warriors burial."
Aiden d20=16 d20=13 d20=14 Thursday September 6th, 2007 6:33:03 PM
ooc: thanks for the clarification
Aiden nodded at Nauth'iz' words. Nauth'iz, as were most of the group, were not aware at how different the Uroc Frio were in comparison to most of the Tusk. And unfortunately, with the weight of Garrett's death, Aiden had not thought of relaying the differences to Nauth'iz...at least until then.
But if dwarf and ork could share banter as if comrades on the field... perhaps there was hope.
"there IS a difference between the Uroc Frio and many that had made the village of the Tusk..." Aiden quietly said to Nauth'iz. He hated talking softly as their reactions and motions were under observation.
"The beasts fought against the dark that had once taken your warriors as well as pervert the wyld." His eyes and voice were quite grave when he added, "to strike them is to strike us."
The Warchief of Uršr Friš, Ull`kr Thursday September 6th, 2007 9:28:12 PM
The orc screws up his brow as Yanosh answers him about Garrett. Aiden knows the Uršr Friš burn thier dead where they fall. So the orcs reaction is likely just puzzlement at the difference in burial of a warrior. The orc nods then, the matter done to him and nods more as the animals role to the party is explained in greater detail. "Then I suppose we will have to make due with fox."
The matter apparently settled at least for him, he turns and with a small wave to the group to follow, he makes his way to the orc settlement. As the party folloes, Redall tries to recall any useful information about the witch. Unfortunately, a specific witch was not mentioned. Rendall knows that witches are a mystery to most, allying themselves closely with the great spirit powers of the ice vein and through thier connection can do wondrous and horrible things. Much like wizards or clerics, it depends on the witch. That said, he has never heard a story involving pleasant witch or a very happy ending or those involved with them.
Aiden and Yngvar see and hear nothing out of the ordinary as they follow. No spies, no ambushes or lurking warriors. Arriving, the settlement looks to be in preparation for what looks like a feast of some kind, a celebration. The orc leads the group to the center of camp and a few warriors then come out and take up position nearby. They are fully armed and armored, paint across thier faces and armor. A cry goes out from them in unison "Hróš! They strike their shields with a resounding crash. "Hloš!" They stirke them again. "Friš!" It is the old tongue. All in the party recognize it, roughly translating to Glory, Fame, Peace.
Rounder, Aiden now knows him as the warchiefs first born son, appears from a shelter and closes with the group. Looking to Aiden, "The Warchief would speak to you and your second. The others must come as well." Aiden can see someting has Rounder concerned, even scared as he turns and heads to the warchiefs shelter. Just outside is a pair of orcs, unlike the others, they wear no armor or even clothes and they are unarmed. They stand stoically in the biting cold and darker coloration has started to taint their skin. Frostbite is settling over them, yet they seem unaware of the discomfort and pain it should be casusing them.
A pungent scent drifts from the shelter as Rounder pulls back the opening and gestures for the party to enter. "The animals must remain outside. My life will see them come to no harm." Rounder states evenly, his tone nearly that of a man taking an oath.
Inside you find the warchief, in casual skins sitting upon a solid wooden chair decorated with horns, claws and broken weapons. His great `Iss Bear cloak over his shoulders but open about his barrel like chest. A large blue green brazier burns with a deep violet light and is the source of the sickly sweet odor detected outside. Just to his right a naked female orc, painted in blues and yellow with a headress of a wolf sits crossed legged and drawing a pattern in another blue green bowl containing a deep crimson sand. Rounder does not enter.
"Sit." Ull`Kr intones "Sit and tell me of death and life."
Heyoka Friday September 7th, 2007 9:25:05 AM
Unsure as to whether they are truly safe, she looks swiftly at Aiged, then Nauth, hanging back with Fisher, who presses closer to her, smelling the bear cloak on the leader of this new tribe.
Heyoka is extemely uncomfortable at this point, which, if anyone looks, is evoked by her constantly shifting eyes, and her constantly looking towards the outsides of the camp.
She will stay outside of the tent, unless it is insisted she go inside with the group. Fisher settles down and makes a backrest for her, and she offers the wolves the option to be near her as well.
Her intention is to try to settle herself, so she tries to meditate on the wildlife outside the camp.
Rendal d20=17 Friday September 7th, 2007 9:48:12 AM
Seeing Heyoka's obvious discomfort and knowing of how important Rounders honor is.
Rendal will casually say near Rounder in the best way he knows how. "Heyoka I believe that Fisher might need to be fed."
Looking at Rounder "Is it fine with you and your Warcheif if Heyoka feds Fisher there?"
Diplomacy 17+9= 26
Rendal smiles and strongly nods to Rounder at his response.
After hearing his response he will stongly enter the tent after the first and second in proper ritual greating to the WarCheif. Of course waiting for the First and 2nd to speak.
Yngvar the not so very tall d20+1=3 d20+1=5 d20-2=13 Friday September 7th, 2007 10:03:34 AM
Very curious as to how these near-beasts live, Yngvar tries to take everything in at once.
Listen 3 (+2 vs orcs) Spot 5 (+2 vs orcs) Search 13
Nauthiz'Ull Friday September 7th, 2007 10:48:17 AM
Watching as Heyoka attempts to sneak her way out of the meeting Nauth turns and points a finger at her, his voice a bit deeper than normal, and less intelligent somehow.
"Woman! You will come as well."
Nauth then turns as if the matter is done, but not without the slightest flutter of a wink. Turning to proceed into the tent, Nauth looks upon Rounder with interest, perhaps sizing him up, perhaps lookin gupon him with envy for being so close to his father.
As he enters the tent, Nauth fills out his entire six-and-a-half feet, standing one step behind Aiden and to the right. His hands are clasped together and his eyes never stray from Ull'Kr.
ooc-may post more depending on Aiden's post.
Aiden d20=11 Friday September 7th, 2007 10:50:12 AM
Aiden follows the leader, maintaining his fierce demeanor. With Heyoka's reaction, and the animals, he was about to address the situation when Rendal spoke.
It seemed to work, for now. Though, if things proceeded as he hoped, Aiden would have to speak of the Tusk and Urok Frio ways to the others.
Giving an order to his packsister to help her understand that the pack would return to her soon enough.
After hearing the words of the chieftain, Aiden spoke. "Rendal is our lore chanter. He is strong in the ways of the spoken word, and would be able to tell you of what happened..."
Looking at Rendal, "speak of our travel to the mountain and the spilling of blood and ichor..."
"Should you not understand his words, I will translate..." then a wry grin appeared on his face, "though, not with the power that he can stir within the blood."
(Translation to ork (if asked, and with keeping to what orks like): 11 (no charisma bonus if I remember correctly (at work, no sheet))
Yanosh Friday September 7th, 2007 2:27:43 PM
Entering last the Dwarf knows it is an unheard of act, A Dwarf entering the lodge of an Orc Warchief alive. Yanosh remains quiet and respectful. Watching and leaarning. His blood boils as well old prejudices are hard to control, but control he does.
DM Friday September 7th, 2007 6:16:23 PM
I will be putting down a large post again tonight to carry us into the weekend
Heyoka Friday September 7th, 2007 9:13:35 PM
Making a face at Nuath's insistence, will nod, gather the animals near the tent all are entering, and have them settle down, giving each a Goodberry for good measure.
After a quick hug to the bear, she follows the rest into the tent, trying to hide in the shadows as much as possible.
Oh, and near the tent entrance, so that she can get as much fresh air as the entrance will allow.
The Lands of Rest Friday September 7th, 2007 10:49:35 PM
Rounder stares impassively at Rendal, holding open the entrance to his Warchief. "She may feed it." he says but then adds, "But she will enter." A word from Nauthiz backs up the orcs position and Heyoka with everyone else enters. Aiden gives Rendal the freedom to tell the tale and the bard does a splendid job. Conveying emotion and power through his speech. the female orc inside spends the time still drawing in the crimson sand.
Warchief Ull`Kr is like a stone as he listens. Is he moved? Does he care? It is near impossible to tell. It is apparent the Warchief needs no translation as he listens. The shelter is fairly large, some 25' to a side, but still Heyoka feels very confined. the others sense a closing of the walls to a lesser degree. The sweet smell, like that of overly ripe fruit whaffs from the purple fire and further adds to the closeness of the room.
As Rendal comes to the climax of the story, the fight with Skalti, the female orc starts humming in a deep almost masculine voice. Ul`Kr seems to take no notice. Rendal continues and her voice starts mumbling through words, barely audible but growing. "Trust you gave, in blood we bathe, left to die in an icy grave. It feeds, it grows. It veil parts soon you'll know."
Ull`Kr makes motion for Rendal to continue and says in a deep and powerful voice, "Continue Lore teller. Tell me of death." Rendal feels a voice in his mind, his own, begging him to stop, but he is unable to as he recounts Garrett's final moments. The female too, continues, "I see the faith in your eyes, Never you hear the discouraging lies. Broken is the promise betrayal. A healing hand held back by tooth and nail. For the god that failed!" he voice rises to cresendo at the last and with a loud CRACK! the bowl she sits in front of explodes in a cloud of crimson dust.
As everyone blinks away the intrusion into their eyes a pair of figures stand within the cloud. One, an older human in grey robes with a thick ash staff. The other younger and slightly behind him. his own eyes a bit wide with wonder. The elder speaks, "I have come for the one you call Garrett. A doorway opens to the mans left, deep in shadow a dull magenta glow coming from an impossible distance within. "The door is open and my master waits. All who have claim to him need enter." With that and a gesture towards the shadowy door he falls silent and his eyes cast downward.
Yanosh Saturday September 8th, 2007 2:08:46 PM
Yanosh stands,"I am Yanosh Ironfist. As a Pack mate I have claim to Garrett." Yanosh strides over and steps through the door.
His faith strong that what he is doing is right Yanosh knows that the 'Old Man' before them is a God. Bowing slightly as he passes by the 'Old Man'.
Olaf d2=2 Saturday September 8th, 2007 6:01:06 PM
The younger figure looks about in some surprise at the scene. Shifting grey eyes partly hidden behind scraggly blonde hair take in the feared Orcs and the motley assortment of humans and...a dwarf? an elf? Bewildered, he sticks close to the older man, nervously fingering a dull metal coin on a chain about his neck. He mutters, "Needed, huh? I hope it's not my blood that's needed."
Those who spend a moment examining the figure see a medium-height Ice Vein native, with grey eyes, scraggly hair, and an unkempt beard. Cheeks rosy from recent cold and a shift and twinkle in his eyes suggest a light hearted spirit. He is clad head-to-foot in cold weather gear, with several small pouches, a finely worked metal buckler on his left arm, and a plain sickle in his belt. A recurved, small game hunting bow is attached near a pack on his back, and is joined by a quiver of arrows with black-and-white fletching.
Mustering some semblance of courage, he starts in Orcish, "Hail there, chief and..." looking around apologetically, "sorry about the pot. Bad luck that." Stymied by the closed expressions on the orcs' faces, he switches to common, and turns towards the apparent leader, a tall ranger: "uh, hail to you too...chief." Shaking his head and spinning his coin for a moment [d2=2, tails], he seems to find some resolve, and continues, "Well chief, Olįfr sik Tåpelig's the name, or Olaf as some prefer, and I've been, er, called to help." He nods significantly, indicating the older figure. "Me and the cold, we've gotten close in the past. I'm figuring this Gargul's gonna be a cold one."
Rendal d20=4 Sunday September 9th, 2007 12:13:04 PM
"I am Rendal and have claim to life and tried dearly to save Garrett at the End. I would like to go if you do not mind Honored ONE."
4+11= 15 performance
Rendal waits for the Old ones response. If he motions to the door he will go.
Yngvar the not so very tall Sunday September 9th, 2007 1:49:11 PM
"Hey!" the ranger exclaims, "Hold on there! I'll not have Garrett's body desecrated."
He follows on through the door.
Heyoka d2=1 Sunday September 9th, 2007 8:44:45 PM
Considerng the two options she is given, she quickly and silently slips out the tent to hover over her animals. She does not trust these 'people.'
Aiden Sunday September 9th, 2007 11:18:23 PM
Aiden's look of confusion was quite evident. Who is this person that wields such power and claims Garrett's body? And who is his 'master'?
"Who are you?" he asked in a strong voice, and piercing eyes. "And what do you mean by this talks of claims?"
There were far to many questions and mysteries. This, for all he knew, would lead to a trap...and what of his packsister and the bear?
Rendal d20=17 d20=7 d20=8 d20=1 d20=10 d20=1 Monday September 10th, 2007 9:14:13 AM
Looking at what is going on he makes a spell craft roll and a Bardic Knowledge roll plus a few others to see if this has ever happened before and if he can figure out what is going on.
Spell craft 17+7= 24 Bardic Knowledge 7+7= 14 Knowledge History 8+8= 16 Gather Information failed 1 Diplomacy 10+9= 19 Sense Motive failed 1
Death and its Servant (ACDM Cayzle) Monday September 10th, 2007 2:20:29 PM
In the Wold
Yngvar and Yanosh do not hesitate. They step through the door and pass through. The darkness beyond the portal swallows them.
Aiden offers a challenge: "Who are you? And what do you mean by this talks of claims?"
The man answers in a clear voice. "I am an Eye of Birth and Death. Where I go, Birth listens and Death sees. Pass the door to plead with Death for your fallen friend." He motions to the door.
This is enough for Rendal, who also enters.
But as the grey-robed man answers, Heyoka slips out. However, the words of the man still sound in her ear as she walks away.
He continues. "Birth releases us all to the Wold, and Death claims us all in the end. But those we meet and love in life also forge a claim. Only those with a claim on the dead can contest with Death to bring them back."
What do the others do?
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In the Shadowlands
Yngvar, Yanosh, and Rendal, Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You are on a road through a strange terrain. Everything -- plants, animals, geographic features -- are all see-through and ghostly.
The only vivid features are the streams and waterways, of which there are many. These waters are all made of a glowing blood-red substance. Sometimes you see a sparkle in the water.}
Yngvar the not so very tall d20-2=13 d20-2=3 d20+1=12 d20+1=18 d20+3=13 Monday September 10th, 2007 5:50:03 PM
What kind of sparkle? The ranger will use his skills to get any bearings or knowledge of where he is. He is looking for Garrett's body in particular.
Heyoka Monday September 10th, 2007 6:52:28 PM
::The Grey-Robed Man:: "Birth releases us all to the Wold, and Death claims us all in the end. But those we meet and love in life also forge a claim. Only those with a claim on the dead can contest with Death to bring them back."
Considering these word, Heyoka shudders, trying to figure out where this man expect the line between humanity and godhood splits. Obviously, he is a fanatic of some god. Good, Bad, he sounds like a fanatic to her.
Considering her options, she decides to sit still with the animals until sundown the next night. If the fellow travellers aren't back by then, she'll try to go it alone herself.
She does_not_ like it here.
Rendal 6d20(3+14+17+16+4+11)=65 Tuesday September 11th, 2007 12:28:51 AM
Rendal observes his surroundings and tries to get an idea of where and what is happing around him.
"Have you hear of this before my friends? I believe I may have heard this in a tale once. I would need to think of the tale to see if it has an wisdom to impart to us."
Spell craft 3+7= 10
Bardic Knowledge 14+7= 21 Knowledge History 17+8= 25 Gather Information 16+9= 25 Diplomacy 4+9= 13 Sense Motive failed 11+5= 17
Aiden Tuesday September 11th, 2007 7:35:35 AM
Aiden rubs his chin, amazed at the rather impulsive leap before question reaction of most of the others within his group. His eyes quickly glanced over towards the ork chieftain and the others to see their reaction.
"I shall go, man who works for Death..." Aiden said firmly.
(HOPEFULLY before she gets out of the room), Aiden addresses Heyoka, "if there is power enough to bring back Garrett, then I shall see it. Our packsister will listen and know..." A wry grin appeared on his face, "the animals usually have better sense than us..."
The grin grew as he looked at the orks, his eyes glittering with excitement, "let us see how Death speaks, and if he has liked what we have brought him. Should there be any messages from you, leader of the Uroc Frio?"
After hearing the answer, Aiden then enters the doorway...
Olaf Tuesday September 11th, 2007 9:24:18 AM
Olaf's face betrays a deep confusion: what does such a heroic band have to do with the shadowy figure? And what role is he to play in their travel? Still, he keeps his resolve to stay the strange course. Turning towards the old man, Olaf inquires, "Garilius, I suppose this is the adventure, eh? Forward, and fortune smile, eh?"
(If the old man makes no negative motion, i.e. shaking his head or the like, then Olaf bends, kissing the ground, and mutters something about "ice and guile" before entering the doorway. Otherwise Olaf stays by the old man.)
Yanosh d20+2=11 d20+1=13 Tuesday September 11th, 2007 2:04:42 PM
Unable to believe his eyes Yanosh looks the landscape over, trying to get a feel for which direction to go. Yanosh waits untill everyone that is coming shows up.
Spot=11 listen=13
OoC Welcome to our new DM. And welcome to the Ice Vein
The Lands of Shadow (ACDM Cayzle) Tuesday September 11th, 2007 4:57:59 PM
The man in gray motions to Olaf. "It is for this that you have been brought here."
Aiden and Olaf join Yngvar, Yanosh, and Rendal in passing through the portal. Unwilling to face death, Heyoka retreats. And Nauthiz'Ull? In shock? Awe?
The five heroes find themselves walking on a path in a strange landscape. It seems like a ghostly echo of the Wold they know, but shot through with streams and rivulets of a dark red glowing liquid with a rich, earthy, coppery smell to it. The path steers clear of these streams.
Yanosh feels that the best course is to stick to the path.
But at one place the path is a bridge crossing a rivulet. Yngvar looks closely into the stream, staring at the sparks that dance and swim in the liquid. Can he hear faint voices from those sparks? Why does his very soul seem drawn toward that liquid?
Maybe Rendal, the bard, knows. Certainly, he recognizes this place. It is the Realm of Shadows. When you die, this is where your soul comes. The liquid -- Woldsblood -- pulls at a dead person's soul and carries it to the afterlife. Those sparks -- maybe those are the souls of the dead!
And maybe, he has heard, the Woldsblood carries traffic in the other direction as well. Maybe those sparks are souls of the unborn as well, coming to their births (or rebirths) in the Wold.
Meanwhile, the portal is open behind you, and the road stretches ahead. Back home, only a minute has passed. Will any others enter this magic place? Or are only these five heroes willing to stand up for a dead comrade?
==========
Then, further along on the path, you see a small person. He is rushing toward you, and calling, "Hurry! Hurry! Don't keep Him waiting!"
You see that this small fellow is asymetrical and deformed. His features, though not unfriendly, are twisted. Two small horns protrude from his forhead. He is dressed in the black uniform of a servant. You notice that he walks with a bad limp, though he is still quite fast.
Heyoka Tuesday September 11th, 2007 11:11:43 PM
Patient as she can be, she watches the tribe around her pass by, ignoring the remarks that flutter on ignorant puffs of air. Instead, she keeps to the animals, wise as they are in teh natural world. Where she belongs.
And pines for her home.
Olaf d20+4=13 d20+10=29 d2=1 Wednesday September 12th, 2007 7:15:20 AM
Olaf squints his eyes at the strange environs, consults the sky, then starts walking the path. He starts some small talk with these new companions, "So, how's this, now. Do you often find yourself in shadowy lands?" attempting to find out who this Garrett is and what their goal in this new land might be, while introducing himself to the party once more [diplomacy 13].
Upon the bridge he looks briefly for anything out of place, not trusting this new land for anything [search 29]. If possible, he dips a sheet of paper in the stream passing by below, and stores it in a scroll case for good luck.
When the small figure comes towards them, Olaf flips his dull metal coin [1d2=1(mask)], and mutters, "What creature's this? All this forward, make haste. Seems like we should know a bit more. Least he's got lucky horns."
Yanosh Wednesday September 12th, 2007 12:21:43 PM
Looking over to the new comer, "I am Yanosh Ironfist, Warrior of the clan Ironfist. We come her to potition for the life of Garrett, Cleric of Domi. Garret is the leader of our little group and died bravely in our defense."
Turning to the little devil Yanosh says, "Take us to our destination. Lead on." Yanosh then follows the little horned devil.
Aiden d20=15 d20=7 Wednesday September 12th, 2007 1:46:51 PM
There is a mixture of emotions that are easily seen on Aiden's face. There is one part awe/wonder. He always dreamed of going to other lands and learning more about them once the village of Twin Tusks were freed.
HOWEVER, he wasn't expecting to go to the land of the dead...And for that, Aiden was quite nervous. His fingers opened and closed nervously.
With a deep breath, he tried to settle his nerves and prepare himself. The thought of trusting this creature was rather repulsive and caused great concern, but it had to be done.
Spot: 15+8 = 23 Listen: 7 + 8 = 15
Gimp and his Master (ACDM Cayzle) d6=4 Wednesday September 12th, 2007 5:49:57 PM
Before the small horned man arrives on the scene, Olaf dares to dip a bit of parchment into the Woldsblood. Olaf, please make a Will save vs DC15 or stand dazed for a minute and suffer Wisdom damage of 4 points. This damage will persist after your encounter with Gargul (if you fail the save), and must be healed in game, via the passage of time or spells that cure ability score damage. If Olaf makes his save, he gains a stained parchment. If he fails, the paper is ripped from his hand by the current and is lost.
After the little horned man arrives on the scene, he gestures impatiently and reveals his name. "Come on! Gimp knows his job! This way! Come on! Follow Gimp!"
As you follow the creature, you speed up, and it seems like a single step carries you for miles along this path. You see the ghosts of the Wold fade away, and in the shifting shadows, you see that the rivulets of Woldsblood merge into wide rivers and rushing rapids.
Then the path brings you to the shore of a vast sea of Woldsblood! Standing on the shore is tall figure in a hooded black robe, carrying a book and a crooked staff. The staff glows with a white pure light. Behind him there is a black ship afloat on the sea.
A terrible soft voice issues from within the hood: You have come to ask for the life of a companion. Such as you ever come to me for that, and seldom for aught else. Name he who you seek, if you dare.
OOC To Heyoka: Highlight to display spoiler: {No problem if you wish to bow out. Better that than to meet the God of Death and fail at the test. But I've nothing prepared for you otherwise, and practically no time will elapse in game while the others are meeting the god. So feel free to post a "Check in" or to RP the thoughts in Heyoka's head, but that'll be about it. On the other hand, do feel free to enter the portal later if you like. -- Cayzle}
Olaf d20+6=11 Wednesday September 12th, 2007 6:17:38 PM
Will save 11 vs. DC 15 (failed). Olaf is stunned by his inadvertent contact with the strange flowing liquid. [-4 Wis] He feels particularly foolish now.
Extra by Cayzle: When Olaf's hand comes near to the Woldsblood, he feels a tug -- a psychic tug -- as if his very soul were being pulled at. THIS is what causes the Wisdom damage. Olaf did not actually touch the Woldsblood, luckily for him.
Rendal d20=16 d20=18 Wednesday September 12th, 2007 11:19:25 PM
Rendal seeing that Olaf is trying to touch the Woldsblod, Rendal tries and stop Olaf from touching the Woldsblod. Dex a temp to stop Olaf.
16+3= 19
Rendal will step forward and say "We come for Garrett, Cleric of Domi and from Clan Iron Fist. I am honored to meet You Guider of Souls."
Diplomacy 18+9= 27
Aiden Thursday September 13th, 2007 9:20:22 AM
Impressed by the clarity and courage of Rendal, Aiden quietly stood. If the bard outlander could carry such courage, so could he. Is that not what he had always prepared for...to face Death?
He watched, listening and looking at the strange, mystical sight.
Yngvar the not so very tall Thursday September 13th, 2007 9:43:27 AM
"I do don't wish to call Garrett back," Yngvar states. "He died with dignity and honor and deserves a just reward in the halls of his fathers. I seek only to preserve his body and possessions for his family."
Olaf Thursday September 13th, 2007 10:18:07 AM
A bit chagrin, and feeling light headed from his near-brush with the woldsblood, Olaf turns to Rendal, "That...stuff...pulled at my very wits!" Recovering from the shock, he continues in a cheerier voice, "But near a stranger, and still you helped. Many thanks to you!"
His false cheer fades upon seeing the fell figure. Taken aback by the danger all around, he remains silent, letting Rendal (who appears to have a wiser head than he!) do the talking.
CDM Jerry Thursday September 13th, 2007 2:44:35 PM
I need the report made and emailed to me after being posted here please.
Yanosh Thursday September 13th, 2007 2:48:08 PM
Stepping forward also the Dwarf states, "We come for Garrett, Cleric of Domi, Defender of the villiage Ice Peaks."
Yanosh turns his head to Rendall and under his breath says "I am of the clan Ironfist not Garrett." Softly he laughs at Rendalls slip.
Yanosh reaches into his belt pouch and removes 2 gold pieces. Yanosh recalls stories from his youth of payment at the River to cross. Holding the coins out Yanosh turns to the Speaker. "I bring payment for passage acoss the river. Will you take us to our destination?" Yanosh is fully aware that he may be showing his ignorance as he speaks.
The Value of a Life (ACDM Cayzle) Thursday September 13th, 2007 6:35:23 PM
The robed figure watches the five heroes before him. He listens to Yanosh and Rendall. He beckons to the ship, and a figure walks through the air to the shore. You see that it is Garrett himself!
[OOC: Garret may now post and speak here as well.
Gargul chuckles, or maybe coughs, it is hard to say which, when Yngvar says that he does not want Garrett back. He does so again when Yanosh offers two coins.
Children of the Cold South, you do not know me, so I cannot be angry. Listen then, and learn your lessons well. Maybe you will tell others you meet the truth about Death and Birth.
My name is Gargul. I am the gatekeeper and the ferryman. Some call me god, for so I am, but I seek respect over worship, and understanding over awe.
For death is not evil, nor birth good. These are the inevitable transitions, and none can avoid them, except for the soulless, who I disdain.
And since death, like birth, comes to all, why should any one avoid it, even a great hero? That is my question for you.
The figure gestures to Garrett.
Why should this mortal live again? Can you convince me that there is a good reason to let him return? Or if you cannot, then what price would you pay, what value would you give, to save him from death, for a while?
Gargul turns to Garrett. Can you convince me? Or will you offer a trade?
Then he looks at Yngvar, although you cannot see his eyes. Perhaps you are the wisest one here, or the greatest of fools. Garrett's mortal shell and trinkets remain in the Wold, of no concern to me. Speak to me of his soul, or your business with me is concluded.
Rendal d20=20 Thursday September 13th, 2007 10:14:45 PM
"It is an honor to meet you Gargul. There are so many songs and stories of you guiding souls to better places and growth. It is as you say, that through transitions a soul will grow and stretch to new wonders that perhaps only you can truly see. It is this growth that I speak for Garrett and all those that his soul will touch from here on out. Telling of his experience and kindness of you Gargul.
To allow him to come back so that he may change the future for the followers of your brother god Domi. With your kind gesture there will be a ripple of growth and understanding of the effect of one soul on many groups of people in our area.
So I ask you to allow him to come back and stretch his knowledge so that his souls and all the souls that he will touch may grow and stretch and learn of you and some of the transition that you speak of.
Again thank you for your kindness of listening to us little folk.
Diplomacy 20 Yeah natural 20 woo hoo. 20+9= 29
Olaf [Wis -4] d20+4=14 Friday September 14th, 2007 8:36:05 AM
Olaf nods in assent, attempting to help, with a few more words, the noble effort of Rendal [aid another, diplomacy 14 vs. DC 10 gives a +2 to Rendal's check]. Only a shift of his gray eyes and a tremor in his shield arm betray his fear of this deathly creature in front of them.
Yngvar the not so very tall Friday September 14th, 2007 9:42:53 AM
"Concluded then," returns the ranger.
Then he asks of Olaf, "Who are you?"
Garrett Friday September 14th, 2007 10:17:54 AM
Garrett stands and listens to what Gargul has said. In usual fashion he thinks for a few moments before responding.
"I do not think I could convince you that I should return. What is done is done, and one can not go forward by moving back. I said that I would recover the shield of Domi, or die trying, and I have. My wunjo's will carry on that quest if that is in their hearts."
"What price could be put upon delaying the inevitable. Should a price be put upon it? It is natural, and all things that live also shall die."
Garrett looks to the group that has come to the land of the dead for him, and smiles. "It is good to see you all again Wunjo's, but we will meet again one day. Return to the land of the living, and let your hearts and your heads set you upon your paths."
Garrett stops speaking and waits for Gargul to send him on along his journey.
Cayzle OOC to Garrett Friday September 14th, 2007 10:49:58 AM
Are you sure you would not wish to keep this character? Although a natural question is "What price could be put upon delaying the inevitable. Should a price be put upon it?" ... there are reasonable answers. A precious possession, maybe one's most precious. A service rendered. I'm open to many ideas. For example, just last week the Windhorn Hamleteers promised to go to a people who never heard of Gargul and build him a shrine among them (they may even end up in Ice Vein!).
To step even further out of character, we do not want to lose our players -- and we want Woldians to enjoy their characters. Do you want to start a new PC? Are you unhappy with your current one? If you are happy with Garrett, there is no need to let him go.
I'll post as Gargul this afternoon, and he'll give Garrett one last chance to come back. Think about it. Thanks!
Yanosh Friday September 14th, 2007 3:53:12 PM
The proud and stoic Dwarf steps closer to Gargul. "Wise and Mighty Gargul, Garrett has said to let him stay, but there is much left for him to do in the Wold and in the Ice Vein. If he truly Wishes to stay here with his anstestors then who am I, an instgificant Dwarf, to make him come to where he does not wish to be. Wise and Mighty Gargul at the time of Garretts death I pledged my Life and sevitude to you. This vowe I still hold to unless you decide to release me. Give me the powers of a Cleric, make me a Cleric of you, Wise and Mighty Gargul, and I will do my best to rid the Ice Vein and the Wold of the those creatures that defile you and the Wold. Give us back Garrett and let the Ice Vein know of your generocity." Yanosh then kneels before Gargul.
Yanosh Friday September 14th, 2007 3:55:59 PM
Ooc The week coming my posts may be later in the day then normal. Mon-Thurs I will be at annual training untill 5:00pm. Sorry for any inconvinance. I do not need any subs for this time. Edd.
Aiden Friday September 14th, 2007 6:28:11 PM
Aiden looked at Garrett. "Are you sure wunjo?" His eyes twinkled, as he continued, "if you wish for the natural order to remain, why do you not return to finish what you had started? And after that, if Gargul, Domi, or you wish to return here...then so be it."
A wry grin appeared on his face, "it was at least give you one last adventure, and moment to say farewell to your family..."
Gargul Laughs (ACDM Cayzle) Friday September 14th, 2007 9:31:49 PM
He listens to Rendal and Olaf, and nods. Well spoken, youngsters, Gargul says.
Then Yngvar says that his business is done. A strange choking sound comes from the god, and you realize that he is chuckling. Very well, Yngvar, I will see you another time. Yngvar finds himself back on the other side of the portal, back in the Wold, standing next to the grey-robed cleric.
Then Garrett says that he thinks he is ready for the afterlife. Gargul nods, but adds, Are you sure? Your friends have risked much to come ask for your life. It is true that there is nothing of value to me that you can offer -- but what matters is that it is valuable to you!
OOC to Garrett: Highlight to display spoiler: {If you need some time in real life, why not offer Gargul your service for a couple real world weeks or so to give you the time you need in real life. Come back to the game when you are ready, in days, weeks, even months.}
Aiden urges Garrett to reconsider.
Finally, Yanosh offers his service to the god. Ah, here we have a noble sacrifice, the god says of Yanosh's offer of service. I will accept your service in exchange for your friend's life, should he choose to accept your offering. But know that there are many ways to serve me, and as an Eye of Gargul is only one. Ask my minion when you return, if you need tutelage.
Then he turns to Garrett for his final choice.
Rendal Friday September 14th, 2007 9:55:14 PM
Rendal turns to Garret and waits with baited breath.
Garrett Friday September 14th, 2007 10:29:47 PM
Garrett looks to his friends once more as they step forward and wish him to return. He looks torn as he once again thinks before speaking.
"No Yanosh. A good friend you are, but I could not live with you offering that which I did not. My gratitude to you though wunjo, but I could never ask another to give that which I was unwilling to do."
Garrett hears one of his oldest friends step forward, offering him another view upon which he must consider. He thinks for a few moments, and then smiles at Aiden. "So much has been lost already Wunjo. So many deaths and disappearances have we endured. The Ice Vein is a hard and unrelenting place...unforgiving of error or mistake....but you are right wunjo. I have unfinished business to attend to. I have never failed or faltered in my service to Domi. Perhaps this is the greatest of tests. To wait upon the journey forward in order to do that which Domi requires......You have all endured so much to come for me my wunjo's. I am not worthy of your faith."
A flood of emotions obviously overwhelms Garrett, but he quickly tries to pull himself together, and once again thinks carefully before responding. "Very well Gargul. I offer you my service. In whatever capacity you require for whatever duration you feel to be fair in order to return me to the land of the living until I am returned here once again by time or violence."
Garrett looks at his wunjo's, thanks and admiration obvious upon his face a he awaits garguls's response.
Yanosh Saturday September 15th, 2007 2:43:59 PM
Rising from his knee Yanosh looks toward Garrett, "I have made a Vow. And I will stand by that Vow, as you know I will with any Vow I make. From this moment forward I am an Eye of Gargul. I will serve him as such." Yanosh returns to the group and stands proud of the desicion he has made. Cleric of Gargul, Eye of Gargul.
Olaf Saturday September 15th, 2007 4:20:23 PM
Olaf turns to Yngvar, about to mention briefly his life as a trapper and furrier, and his more recent (mis)adventures in the snow and mines, followed by meeting Garilius, the strange old man, and their sudden appearance in the Orcs' camp. However, much to Olaf's surprise, Yngvar disappears before his very eyes, sent to some other locale by the fell God.
Awed by the immediate power, and humbled by the thoughtful cleric's monologue, Olaf searches for some thing he can contribute to aid their heretofore unknown cause, mumbling, "er, hm. Real bright, Olaf, following the strange old man." His calloused hand unconsciously rubs the snowflake inscribed on one side of the dull metal coin hanging about his neck.
Rendal Saturday September 15th, 2007 4:21:17 PM
"So the journey of FAITH begins. From one action comes the reaction of many. Thank you again Gargul I hope you are at peace with us."
Bowing gracefully Rendal smiles and looks with reverence to those he would call friends.
"To the Journey"
Aiden Saturday September 15th, 2007 11:09:43 PM
With the acceptance of Garrett, there was some relief within Aiden. Again, the strange looking (at least for any who knew Aiden, who seldom smiled) grin was still on his face. The others had said their 'goodbyes' to the god (or ferryman) of the dead, Gargul.
"You have shown yourself worthy Garrett, or otherwise we would not have come..." he said simply.
And he then gave a slight, courteous nod to Gargul, and a salute (an orken one given only to those of the 'highest' authority). His fisted hand rang against the breastplate, and then two fingers as his hand went to his lips and then forehead.
"our thanks..." and then with that twinkle in his eyes, and a slight smirk hidden slightly in his beard, "...though I hope you do not take insult if I said that I hope not to see you for quite some time..."
Of course it was impudent (his comment), but, truth be told...he had now seen death, the land it rules, and returned. Perhaps THIS would be a major turning point within the gruff tracker's life. As to how...not even he knew.
Yanosh Sunday September 16th, 2007 2:43:54 PM
Bowing to the God that he has pledged his life and service to. Yanosh turns and wonders if any of his family memebers besides his grandfather has actually seen the God they worship. Grandfather claims to have meet Domi once. May just be bragging of an old Dwarf.
Yanosh follows the group back to the Wold as they know it. "I must speak with the cleric before he leaves us." Yanosh reminds himself.
Go in Peace, but not to Rest in Peace (ACDM Cayzle) Monday September 17th, 2007 10:16:15 AM
The god nods at Garret's words.
I will take your service as partail payment for your life. You will serve me as I need, and you will return alive to your group only when I say that you are done.
[OOC to Garrett and DM: Highlight to display spoiler: {This gives a breathing space of time for real life needs before Garrett returns to the Wold.}]
In the meanwhile, and afterwards if all agree, let this brave newcomer -- he nods at Olaf -- round out your numbers.
And to complete the payment for the life of Garrett, I accept the service that Yanosh has offered. Your service honors me, as I honor your choice.
[OOC to DM: Highlight to display spoiler: {Please feel free to control the grey-clad Eye of Gargul as you see fit in providing an in-game rationale for the training Yanosh may need.}]
You have done well, Woldian heroes, in learning my name and in acting well before me. Go now in peace, and I will see you again when it is time for me to see you.
Does it seem to Aiden that there is a chuckle in those words? That the god is amused, and maybe pleased? Aiden does not know.
And with that, the road passes under your feet, and you feel yourselves pulled awat from the Woldsblood sea, back past the flowing rivers of Woldsblood, and finally through the portal through which you first passed. You hear a great slam, and the portal is closed. Yngvar is standing beside you. Heyoka is just outside.
[OOC: Thanks for the chance to DM you guys. I had fun. Feel free to get killed and invite me back anytime! :-) -- Cayzle]
Yngvar the not so very tall Monday September 17th, 2007 10:40:22 AM
"As I was saying: Who are you?" the ranger asks Olaf.
Yngvar doesn't attempt to figure out the ways of a god and leaves the group's interaction with the orcs to the party's leadership.
Olaf Monday September 17th, 2007 11:22:40 AM
[ooc: apologies for the long-winded Olaf...]
Olaf begins with a chuckle, "Eh, I suppose this time I can answer without some Godly interruption." A sense of earnestness peaks out behind Olaf's gray eyes and dirty blond locks as he turns to the ranger. "I was born Gredigsen, near Twin Tusks, though through unkind fate most call me by Tåpelig. By training, I'm a trapper, and darn near made a living out of it for a half-score of years, even if the Gerdigsen's and Belligsen's never did much care for me." A brief grimace overtakes Olaf's face, as if recalling some painful internal dialogue, before he puts on a cheerful expression and continues. "Anyways, we usually head out into the vein for a few months at a time, looking for the rarest beasts's fur, as the vein allows. This most recent trip, I was near killed by a fast-blowing storm while checking the lines, but some how, stumbling into a crevasse, down a series of deadly chutes, and into a dank cavern my unluck all made for a bit of miracle, and I'm near sure some trickers as crafty as Celsiun himself was all that kept me alive. For, and here's the strange thing, I somehow had fallen into a mine. I'll say, that made me a believer on the spot, no doubt, that the Powers of the Vein are listenin' even to simple folk like me."
A sure smile on his face, Olaf takes up the tale again. "Well, workin' in the mine ain't no fun, but it sure beats freezin' to death in the Vein. Eventually I paid my way with the overseers there, and got ready for a real journey back to Twin Tusks, to make some peace with the clan as they might allow, but I'm afraid those Powers might have some business for me first, 'cause serendipity found that old man, Garilius he said his name was, looking for me, and I got a strong urge to help out. Signs and portents and maybe Celsiun himself asks it, and I have a mighty debt to those likes."
Then, in a joking voice, "And, as long as I don't lose all my money in games of chance, in which case I'll just have to stick around until I can repay those debts, too," he finishes with a wink.
"How about you folk? What duty or oath compels you to such heroic acts? For surely, never have I seen greater bravery than facing down a God for one's companion," Olaf inquires of Yngvar.
Rendal d20=1 Monday September 17th, 2007 5:37:14 PM
"My acts are that of a humble Bard who speaks well of what he sees. I am here to make a tale of our travels of fortune and fame. Bearing that in mind I must do what I can to make sure that all the players of this humble tale survive to hear it."
He says with a bow and flurry of his coat.
"As I said to the Journey. I am sure though that we must talk with our wonderful host hear WarCheif" Spot 1 ah I see nothing
Yanosh Monday September 17th, 2007 5:59:04 PM
Listening to Olaf tell his tale Yanosh approaches the Grey Cleric. Yanosh kneels before Garilious, "Wise Eye of Gargul I beseach you to teach me the ways of your order. Brother Garilius I have sworn my life and servitude to Gargul and he has accepted. Teach me the way of Gargul."
Heyoka Monday September 17th, 2007 9:06:48 PM
Concerned as to what could be taking the group she travelled here with, she starts looking around planning her escape from this encampment.
(OOC: don't know how long this has taken in the world ov Ice Vein, so trying to keep this character on her toesies)
There and back again only took a few seconds.
Aiden d20=2 d20=19 d20=13 Monday September 17th, 2007 10:18:35 PM
Aiden's piercing eyes looked over the stranger. He seemed well spoken...and was familiar, somewhat, with the land. At least from his own words, if they were to be true.
However, Rendal was correct, they, or at least Aiden with his second, Nauth'iz, should see him after their return. Nodding to Nauth'iz, "come...we should see to the leader of the Uroc Frio, as well as Heyoka and our pack sisters..."
With that he nodded towards Yanosh, who would hopefully keep the others out of trouble.
A dwarf keeping humans out of trouble in an ork camp...
Who would have thought?
spot: 2 + 8 + 2 = 12 listen: 19 + 8 + 2 = 29 sense motive: (looking at ork reactions once their return is made known) 13 + 8 + 2 = 23
Yngvar the not so very tall Tuesday September 18th, 2007 11:29:49 AM
"I am lost," is Yngvar's only response.
Yanosh Tuesday September 18th, 2007 3:45:22 PM
Yanosh waits patently as the two leadrs of the group have their talk with the orc leader. But on with his own needs. If the Grey cleric will Yanosh sits with him as he waits and learns what Garilious will teach.
Olaf [Wis -4] d20+1=2 d20+1=11 d20+6=21 Tuesday September 18th, 2007 7:22:39 PM
Olaf looks around, trying to assess the situation now that his tale has been told. [spot 2, listen 11, sense motive 21] He pays particular attention to the Orcs, trying to understand their attitude and intent (in both Orcish and Common).
Somewhat distracted, he attempts to keep up a banter with Yngvar, asking, "Lost? There is no quest that drives you?"
DM Kathy Tuesday September 18th, 2007 10:22:32 PM
Those who went before Gargul return to the everyday normality of life in the Uršr Friš camp, blinking a little at the suddenness of the transition. Yanosh asks Garilious how he may serve.
"Your service begins with awareness," the grey-robed priest replies. "With observing how life and death surrounds us all. More than surrounds us--our very lives are interwoven with death. Death defines life, for without death there is no life. Observe this, and understand it. Then we shall see what further service you may render."
To those who remained outside, the others were gone for a ridiculously short period of time. They no sooner stepped through the opening than they stepped right back out again.
Some of the Uršr Friš orcs seem a little suspicious of these proceedings, but the warchief soon stares them down.
"You have reclaimed your warrior," Ull'Kr says to Yanosh. "This is not the way of the Uršr Friš. Still, it is well. We invite you to feast with us this night, for we have much to celebrate" He looks curiously at Olaf, and Garilious, but asks no questions.
Throughout the camp, preparations are being made for the evening's feast. Such game as the hunters have found is roasting over spits, or baking beneath hot embers. The women are pounding, chopping, straining, and darting hither and thither with heaping bowls and baskets. An awning of sorts is being raised, and what looks like every fur in the camp is being spread invitingly beneath it.
Heyoka Tuesday September 18th, 2007 11:24:52 PM
Nodding to the group, she approaches Aiden, a bit nervously, but purposefully.
"They wish to throw a feast. I think it's best to get the animals out of here. I know Fisher and I really want to go to the river and try to catch something. And you know I won't leave the area, and be back before sundown."
I think it's best if Fisher is filled with as much meat ahead of time as possible. Do you want me to take the big pups as well?"
Yngvar the not so very tall Wednesday September 19th, 2007 10:58:31 AM
"I had thought to lead the life of an adventurer," the young ranger tells Olaf, "but I don't think I am cut out for it."
He casts a guilty look Garrett's way.
As much as he would like to escape the orc's camp with Heyoka and the animals, Yngvar knows that honor requires the feast be enjoyed. No matter its contents or entertainment provided.
Olaf [Wis -4] d20+3=6 d2=1 Wednesday September 19th, 2007 3:56:23 PM
Olaf asks Yngvar, on a different tack, "well now, is this here a feast where the likes of me'll be safe with our Orcish, um, pals, over there? Maybes I should introduce myself proper to that lot..."
Olaf attempts to be social with the Orcs, who appear to be generous in their offer of a feast. Focusing on the Orc fortune teller, Olaf inquires in Orcish, "Well now, I don't mean to be ruinin' your party or nothing, but it looks like my fate's now bound to this bunch," as he indicates the (mostly) human party. "I hope you'll allow me to stay, 'n all. Maybes I can mend that pot we broke?"
While waiting for an answer, he examines the furs, complementing the Orcs on the fine animals they must have hunted. [appraise 6 on the furs, looking for rarity]. He also plays with the dull metal coin about his neck, flipping it idly several times, then glancing at the face d2=1, masks].
Aiden d20=12 d20=18 d20=1 Wednesday September 19th, 2007 7:13:20 PM
Aiden nodded, his eyebrow raised in that the ork leader has spoken to Yanosh instead of he. Should he take offense, or was this a 'mistake'?
Nonethematter, to bring it up would be to take away from the ork leader's rather perilous position. He did watch things with a careful eye, and for many of those within his group, they see that Aiden seems almost, comfortable, or at the very least, at ease in the orken village.
At least he seemed more relaxed, and for several, he bordered on being 'social' with the orks.
Yanosh Wednesday September 19th, 2007 9:23:17 PM
suprised that the Orc leader addressed him instead of Aiden for surely he ment to address the leader of their group (a human and not Yanosh a Dwarf). Looking at Garilious "There for with out Life there is no Death. For every Begining there must be an Ending. Death is no more evil then Life is Good."
Rendal d20=16 Wednesday September 19th, 2007 10:28:52 PM
"Personally It is great to have Garrett back and I am glad to be alive. I never thought that I would meet Death and live. Thank the gods! You know a feast sounds like a great idea. Lets celebrate life and all its wonders. TO THESE wonderful ORCKS."
Diplomacy 16+9= 25
DM Kathy Wednesday September 19th, 2007 11:41:28 PM
[OOC: sorry about the leadership gaffe; that was my total bad. I'm still trying to get a feel for this setting.]
Preparations for the feast continue, and cooking smells waft throughout the camp. Some are appetizing; others....well, perhaps they're appetizing if you're an orc.
The sun sets, and the skies are alight with stars. The thumping of hide drums announces the start of the feast.
There is not enough room under the awning for the whole tribe; it is reserved for the warchief, his principal advisors and warriors, and you, the guests of honor. Heaping platters of meats are placed before you, along with unleavened bread and oddly-tasting pickled vegetables. The drink flows freely.
Rendal's toast is greeted with yells and cheers, though the Uršr Friš do not respond in kind. Perhaps the toast is not a custom they practice.
As the revelry continues, Ull'Kr tells Aidan in a low voice, "You have done my people a service, and I wish to repay that service. I know something of this item that you seek."
Yngvar the not so very tall Thursday September 20th, 2007 10:42:07 AM
His usual self, Yngvar neither eats nor drinks unless hospitality requires him - then its just a sip or nibble.
Olaf Thursday September 20th, 2007 4:08:34 PM
Olaf is disappointed that he cannot help mend the pot he thinks he broke [ooc: see Sept. 7 DM entry], and a little miffed that the Orcs don't seem to be in to games of chance. He shrugs his shoulders and, with a forced smile, continues his socializing.
If possible, he attempts to glean a few tidbits about Orcish religion and their views of the Powers in the Vein from the female Orc fortune teller.
Yanosh Thursday September 20th, 2007 5:34:38 PM
Yanosh joins in the feast and eats and drinks heartily. While he enjoys the feast Yanosh sits next to the Eye of Gargul studying the finer points of the religion.
DM Kathy Friday September 21st, 2007 12:57:55 AM
[Delaying my DM post to allow more time for player posts]
Garrett (OOC) Friday September 21st, 2007 8:33:17 AM
A moment of peace in real life has allowed me to check in and catch up a little. I am assuming that Garrett is not present and still with Gargul, serving the Lord of Death?
I should be able to get back into things the middle of next week if that suits the DM.
Yanosh Friday September 21st, 2007 3:04:53 PM
Yanosh continues his studies with Garilious.
Aiden d20=9 Friday September 21st, 2007 6:30:22 PM
Aiden nods towards the leader, Ull'Kr. "That is good..." he responded in ork, keeping to the tongue of the host. "The artifact is of great importance to the village."
Rubbing his chin, "though it would be untruth if we said that if we had known of the creature it would not have been hunted...and I still hope that perhaps the two villages could start relations. Having lived among the Ice Peak village for five years, I have seen that they would benefit from your village and you from them..."
Heyoka Friday September 21st, 2007 11:54:05 PM
(OOC: Sorry, reality, and lack of sleep fried my brain until now)
Completely frazzled over being surrounded by noisy, smelly, drunk beings, Heyoka withdraws to the edges of the encampment, taking Fisher with her.
Finally, she finds a secure spot in which to both defend herself as well as rest, and stay marginally warm, so she goes into her meditation mode (read:sleep for druidic elves.)
Any intruders, will find her ably defended by her bear. (will wake up if Fisher is attacked.)
Rendal d20=1 d20=6 d20=9 d20=14 d20=7 Saturday September 22nd, 2007 10:31:43 AM
OOC: I also had training this week on my new job. Will post more this week
Rendal notices the cheer and smiles and asks if their is a story of a famous ork leader that they would like to hear. For example about the Ork monk who took on the rampaging elemental that had destroyed a small clan leaving only little ones and how he brought the clan to new heights of achievements.
Perfom 1
Seeing that the crowd didn't like that story or Rendal's voice cracked for some on know reason he would try a diffrent story or if the orks were more in the mood for drinking songs he would switch to that and make another perform roll.
Perform 6+11= 17
Knowing that he is starting to get a feel for this Orc crowd he would try another vain that they would like better.
Perform 9+11 = 20
Finding out that he is getting the idea but not the right history of the clan and their for not the spark that he needs for a great performance he would gather information on a great hero and on the shield that his group is looking for.
Gather information
Gather information 14+11 = 25 Same skill as my perform :)
Ok now he will perform about the clans hero's
Perfrom 7+11= 18
Ok not rolling well
Rendal will do all these thing as long as it takes unless the crowd large or small wants something else.
Rendal is trying to increase the good will of the clan and all its members... even those who seem to be upset by Garret coming back.
OOC: this large post is to make up for my short posts this week and a little last week.
Knowing that he is
DM Kathy Sunday September 23rd, 2007 11:47:30 PM Olaf discusses Powers with the Orcs. The Uršr Friš readily acknowledge the existance and might of the Powers, but seem to place most of their day-to-day faith in their warchief and seer.
Yngvar partakes but frugally, and Heyoka takes the first opportunity to make her escape.
Yanosh eats and drinks heartily, remaining open to the teachings of Garilious. The grey-robed servant of Gargul, however, says nothing new. He does not partake of the feast, but watches with a look of interest.
Rendal attempts to put his bardic skills to work for the betterment of relations. His first attempt, alas, draw nothing from the gathererd orcs but pained looks and a few growls to "stop that noise!" His subsequent efforts, however, are better received. The orcs chant or drum in counterpoint, and applaud each effort enthusiastically. Although Rendal himself is unhappy with his performance, the Uršr Friš seem to enjoy themselves thoroughly.
The warchief nods slowly in response to Aiden. "There is, perhaps, wisdom in your words," he replies. "I will think on it. In the meantime, I will tell you what I know. The Shield you seek is in the hands of the Tundra Walkers, who are led by a man named Jkull. This, I believe you know. However, I can tell you that my hunters encountered signs a group we believe to be the Tundra Walkers. The tracks are several leagues east of hear, and the group seems to be heading toward the Jagged Jaw Mountains."
Yngvar the not so very tall Monday September 24th, 2007 10:15:01 AM
Yngvar perks up a bit at the news he may yet die a death of glory, though he keeps his own council for the time being.
Rendal d20=6 Monday September 24th, 2007 11:21:44 AM
Noticing the reaction of the crowd he will keep playing and help the orks party the night away asking about history of the clan and anything of note in this area.
Perform 6+11= 15
Well at least they enjoy it :)
Yanosh Monday September 24th, 2007 3:06:22 PM
Yanosh enjoys the drink and food. But what warms his heart the most is the bizzar scene playing all around him. Never in his life did he ever think Orc, Human, Elf and Dwarf would be sitting and eating a feast in peace. Well mostly peace. Yanosh sees that Heyoka as she trys to slip away unseen. How things have change since coming to the Ice Vein.
Olaf [wis -4] d20+10=29 Monday September 24th, 2007 8:31:15 PM
Olaf continues his attempts at banter with the orcs, hoping that the sweat beading on his brow and the slight tremble in his hands are not mistaken for weakness. He feels that ill must strike this party, but knows not when.
He begins searching for portents in the smoke rising from the fire and the juices of the meat. His left hand starts idly playing with the dull metal coin about his neck. He surreptitiously moves his plainly worked sickle to a more concealed location [Sleight of hand check to conceal = 29].
DM Kathy Monday September 24th, 2007 11:54:54 PM
His news delivered, Ull'Kr sits back to enjoy the feast--and to watch how his guests comport themselves.
Rendal continues to play for a time, and is eventually succeeded by an Uršr Friš skald. The orc begins some kind of tale (or poem) in Orcish, to approving grunts and applause from the rest of the tribe. One of the orcs picks up a drum and begins a soft accompaniment.
Anyone who understands Orcish, Highlight to display spoiler: { It is the tale of Jagkar the Golden, a hero of old, and how he vanquished the Snjórdųd, some sort of fell beast whose description you do not recognize.}
Olaf is on the lookout for trouble. With a deft flick, he moves his sickle into greater concealment. None of the orcs seem to notice.
Yanosh is overwhelmed by the incongruity of all. Here are many races gathered together, and none have tried to kill each other. Yet.
The evening continues, the drink flows freely, and the merriment increases. To those who partake of the drink, the entire feast gradually becomes pleasantly muzzy and a little too warm. It is well after midnight when the orcs begin to stagger back to their tents, some dropping to sleep right where they are. At last, the only ones who remain awake are the sentries--some of whom demonstrate a suspicious tendency to sway on their feet.
Heyoka Tuesday September 25th, 2007 5:00:41 AM
Settling in for the night, Heyoka tries her best to igore the horrendous sounds of partying and laughter back towards the center of the thented community.
Yngvar the not so very tall Tuesday September 25th, 2007 10:23:10 AM
The young ranger will keep an eye on his drunk friends throughout the night. He doesn't understand orcish and is suspect of their motives. Filthy subhuman scum.
Aiden Tuesday September 25th, 2007 11:15:46 AM
ooc: apologies for tardiness...VERY busy week
"Thank you..." Aiden responds to the ork leader with the additional information on the Tundra walkers. He would have to bring the group together the next day, or should they be sober (and attentive) enough, later that evening, and speak to them as to what information he had.
It was a task that Garrett had started, and he felt obligated to complete...
Aiden listens and partakes in some of the festivities. However, having spent many years among the orcs of Twin Tusks, he also knows the potency of their drink, and the bad effects among the short tempered it could have.
The story itself of the orken hero was familiar, and he listened to it, as he would with most stories with strong interest. Of different lands, creatures and peoples as well as magicks/enchantments always drew his interest.
Towards the end of the evening though, he would try to motion to the others to bring them together into a 'private' (if such a word could be used in an orken village), tent to relay the chieftain's words...
Rendal Tuesday September 25th, 2007 11:29:28 AM
Rendal will enjoy the feast keeping in mind not to drink more than sip a glass and make it look like he is drinking.
As the night goes on he will suggest quietly to the group that "we should retire and post a guard so the orks don't get attacked in case there is something out there that would like us to lower our guard." If you don't mind I will take first watch and play a bit.
Rendal will half play or watch someone else untill most of the camp is a sleep. As they go to bed he will clean his lute and his weapons.
Olaf [Wis -4] d20+1=17 d20+1=16 Tuesday September 25th, 2007 12:09:14 PM
A bit woozy from the drink, Olaf decides to banter with Rendal for a bit, asking "Hey there, nice bit o' playing, that. You interested in a game of dice or cards?" Softly, he continues, "somethin' doesn't feel right...the Vein is rarely this soft. Maybe I can help keep an eye out for a while."
[ spot 17 ] [ listen 16 ]
Yanosh Tuesday September 25th, 2007 3:22:54 PM
Yanosh staggers slightly up to Aiden. "Wunjo, I agree in posting a guard ourselves. There are not all friends in this village. I will take my normal shift. We must remember the Orcs can see in the dark too." Yanosh works a whet stone over his axes as he waits.
DM Kathy Wednesday September 26th, 2007 12:06:35 AM
Ull'Kr nods a solemn acknowledgement to Aiden's thanks before returning to the celebration. He drinks a fair amount, but it seems to have little effect.
Yngvar, Rendal, and Yanosh drink but sparingly. Olaf indulges a bit more, but is still coherent as the evening draws to a close.
As the fires burn low, the open area under the awning is all but deserted. The sentries pace at a distance, and a few orcs snore lustily among the furs, but most have returned to their tents. If Aiden wants to gather everyone for a discussion, he can--provided somebody is willing to fetch Heyoka.
Yanosh suggests posting your own guard, an idea that has merit. It's true enough that you are not precisely among friends....
Rendal Wednesday September 26th, 2007 7:56:29 AM
"I will take third watch and then go back to sleep. I could use a fighter type with me."
Yngvar the not so very tall Wednesday September 26th, 2007 9:33:36 AM
The ranger hits the sack early and takes the second and third watches as usual.
This assumes there are three watches.
Yanosh Wednesday September 26th, 2007 3:34:59 PM
Yanosh will of course take the watch during the darkest part of the night.
Aiden Wednesday September 26th, 2007 5:18:23 PM
Listening to his comrades, Aiden agrees in terms of a guard, not only for themselves but to show good faith to the orks.
"Agreed..." he responds to Yanosh, knowing that of those available, he was the best for night duty.
"Rendal...you and Nauth'iz...our packsister could help for anything in the dark. I shall go with the first watch and my packsister. Yngvar...I want you to watch over Heyoka since she may be prone during her meditations...and for other reasons. Once she has completed whatever communications she does with her gods, have her watch your sleep."
"The leader thinks his trackers saw the Tundra walker tracks to the east...the jagged jaw mountains. After this evening, we shall go there..."
Olaf [Wis -4] Wednesday September 26th, 2007 9:11:05 PM
Aiming not to impose, and having only human vision, Olaf asks to help with the third shift.
OOC (oops) Wednesday September 26th, 2007 10:37:30 PM
Sorry about missing you there Olaf...
I can't wait for Garrett to get back, Aiden isn't made for this leadership stuff!!
DM Kathy Thursday September 27th, 2007 12:25:27 AM
You set up your watches, and rest and watch on rotation. During the second watch, one of the orc sentries whistles softly to his fellows. Yngvar cannot see what has caused the alarm, but Yanosh can see several wolves moving near the camp.
After a tense few moments, however, the wolves move on. The rest of the night is uneventful.
The next day dawns under overcast skies. The Uršr Friš appear slow and sullen this morning--whether from the gloomy weather, or last night's excesses, or a combination of both, is hard to tell.
Aidan is keen to continue pursuit of the Shield of Domi. If the others have different goals, they haven't spoken yet.
[ OOC: Garret, you can rejoin us at any time. :) ]
Redal Thursday September 27th, 2007 8:47:27 AM
Stretching out and yawning Rendal moves about and starts cooking something for everyone.
"Good morning my fellows. What say you to a good start." Smiling as he sets up the fire and cooking.
Yngvar the not so very tall Thursday September 27th, 2007 9:50:48 AM
Yngvar may not have been able to see the wolves, but he's determined that the walking dead won't catch him out of his armor again.
CDM Jerry Thursday September 27th, 2007 1:10:47 PM
I need the posting report done please. The wrath of CDM Jerry is going to come upon me if we don't start getting this done folks. ;) I'm smiling, but I mean it. I expect an email when the report is done, copying the report to me in email.
Yanosh Thursday September 27th, 2007 1:51:50 PM
Yanosh wakes early in the dawn and sits and prays to Gargul. Fumbling over the prayer Yanosh asks for guidance and protection for him and his comrades. When finished Yanosh rises and joins Aiden in preperations to travel and find the Shield of DOmi. "I believe it is best if we start now, Wunjo." Yanosh feels diferent, somehow stronger in some new way.
(OoC I dont have any books so I'm not sure if Yanosh levels up now. If he does he will be a first level cleric, Eye of Gargul.)
Olaf [Wis -3] d2=1 Thursday September 27th, 2007 4:08:21 PM
Feeling warm even in the cold of the Vein, Olaf sleeps well, and slightly over the beginning of the third shift. Upon waking, he feels more alert and clearheaded than the previous day. Highlight to display spoiler: {}Healing Wis damage of 1 point after rest, keeping spells the same as previous day.Highlight to display spoiler: {}
Squinting his blue eyes at the rising sun, he greets Rendal, Yngvar, and Yanosh. He frets for a while, flipping the dull metal coin [1=mask], then heads over to Aiden.
He asks Aiden leave to continue with the group. "Well now, I do have a feeling that there's somethin' I'm to be doing with you, if you'll have me. I know the light of day is different than that strange shadow realm, but I would travel with you and aid you as I can in this quest. Fate seems to call for it." He awaits a response.
Aiden Thursday September 27th, 2007 10:11:07 PM
(ooc: frowns as his prior post didn't apparently get up...)
"right..." he growled as Aiden nodded towards Yanosh. "But we need to give our leave to the chieftain..."
"Nauth'iz?" as he nodded towards his 'second'. Gods he wished Garrett would return to take leadership.
There was a slight grin, who would have thought that he, and a dwarf, could possibly make good relations with a small outpost of orks and humans.
There was a hint of hope within his tone, at least for those accustomed to his voice. Perhaps something could be made between human and ork that did not require conquest...
As he was heading towards the exit of the tent, Aiden turned, his pale eyes looking at Olaf. "You went to the land of the dead, along with helping us to speak to a friend. That says much...whether you wanted to or not from the beginning."
"You are welcome...though you will need to tell us more of you, especially if we are needing to depend on you and you on us, Olaf..."
<tags Olaf>
(OOC: Can we assume that our rations have been restocked?)
"We shall return soon..." as he planned to bid his thanks to the chieftain.
DM Kathy Friday September 28th, 2007 1:06:18 AM
You arise and begin getting yourselves together, missing Garrett's leadership. You find time for breakfast, and payers, and training, and anything else you need to do before departing.
The Uršr Friš, despite having celebrated you last night, seem just as glad to see you on your way. It would seem that relations with the rival tribe have only improved to a point.
However, that is of secondary consideration to most of you, as you begin to think the Shield of Domi may at last be within your reach.
Of course, you have thought so before, and been mistaken....
You depart the camp under sullen skies, with uncertainty before you.
Posting Report [by DM Kathy] Friday September 28th, 2007 1:22:07 AM
So, I've never done one of these before; hopefully this is more or less what's wanted.
Week of Sept. 16-22
S/M T W Th F/S DM Cayzle/Kathy x x x x Yngvar x x x x Olaf x x x x Rendal x o x o x Yanosh x x x x Heyoka x x o o x Aiden x o x o x Garrett (excused) Bodhi (excused)
Yngvar the not so very tall d20-2=8 d20-2=18 d20+1=20 d20+1=16 d20+3=19 Friday September 28th, 2007 11:07:51 AM
The young ranger uses his skills to the best of his ability to ensure the safety of the group while travelling.
Know (nature) 8 Listen 20 (+2 vs orcs) Search 18 Spot 16 (+2 vs orcs) Suirvival 19 (+2 vs orcs)
Olaf [Wis -3] d20+2=17 d20+2=19 d20+10=29 Friday September 28th, 2007 12:18:11 PM
Olaf packs up with the group, and tries to answer Aiden's question. "Thanks again for having me along. It would be good to know what the skills and talents the likes of me might have, I imagine. Well, let's see... I used to make my living crafting traps, and am pretty good dealing with them, so as we don't get hurt by an errant one or two. I can also sneak up on game and dodge a nasty critter with the best of them."
Olaf seems to be getting downright loquacious. "I'm a fairways decent at smooth talkin' and keepin' a game of cards honest, though I learned a few tricks on that front which I ne'er'd use against me friends."
A somewhat pained look up Olaf's face as he continues. "Now, more recently, all sorts of strange things have been goin' on. I used to rely only upon my hunting bow and this here sickle, which is awful nice for trippin' an enemy or two," he says, indicating a plain-worked sickle and a small bow across his back. "As I was sayin', now I find that the Powers of Vein might be providing assistance, from time to time. I can pull a few of Celsiun's tricks out of my sleeve, so to speak, either a little healing or some protection from the elements, as necessary. It seems a bit like what that Domi or Gargul did provide, albeit a bit weaker, comin' from a natural Power and all." Olaf proceeds to detail the spells he currently has memorized.
While walking, Olaf tries to keep a lookout, not just for monsters, but also for crevasses and the like. [ spot 17 listen 19 search 29 ]
Yanosh Friday September 28th, 2007 2:41:07 PM
Yanosh looks at Aiden and Olaf. "Looks like we might have a good one here to travel with us. And he's not even an austlander," Yanosh says with a dry smile. The unusally somber Dwarf seams even more so now.
Heyoka Friday September 28th, 2007 10:14:17 PM
Unsure as to wht the bard is standing over her as the sun rises, she glares at him, trying to appear menacings. Since Fisher, however, has not mauled him yet, she assumes not intent to harm from him.
She has little trust here. In anyone humanoid.
She stands, stretches her muscles out as much as she can in the cramped tent on the edge of the Orcish enclave, and wanders out into the harsh morning outside. Muttering under her breath, she magics up some breakfast for Fisher and herself (Goodberries)
With a upward tilt of her head, she sniffs the clear air off of the tundra, and looks to the horizon, trying to figure out where the next place they need to go is.
Rendal Friday September 28th, 2007 10:23:01 PM
"I am glad that you are here Olaf. I don't think a one of us has any skill in trap lore. Though I might be able to fake it but not like you.
Good to have you with us."
Aiden d20=11 d20=15 d20=13 d20=5 Friday September 28th, 2007 11:02:24 PM
The tall, lean tracker nodded as he listened to Olaf's description of himself. True...it was good to have two individuals that were good with words, especially since Bohdi had been summoned back to the city.
Garrett's magical presence, or lack thereof, seemed to have been replaced, for the most part. Aiden still felt a bit uncomfortable without his friend though, and it did actually pain him when he had to address the group. He was never truly comfortable in Twin Tusks, or his later home, Ice Peaks with people.
Now he was to lead...
"Good to have you..." as he really didn't know what else to say. "Keep aware, especially of ambushes and quick strikes from the Tundra Walkers...they are very crafty that way..."
"Nauth'iz and Yngvar will team together. Heyoka...speak to your cave friend in case he senses or smells something we do not..."
Heyoka Saturday September 29th, 2007 8:38:47 PM
Glaring at Aiden, unsure as to whether to trust him, having seen him walk into the hole in the air, and walk out again, she just asks:
"What is he looking for?"
DM Kathy Sunday September 30th, 2007 11:50:33 PM
You spend some time getting to know Olaf, who has some facility with traps and seems able to cast some of the same kinds of spells that Garrett had.
Heyoka remains reserved and suspicious of the newcomer, but many in the group seem glad to have his skills on hand.
Aiden, still adjusting to his unaccustomed leadership role, begins trying to get the group organized.
Yngvar is able to pick a safe path through the snow and ice. He stays on alert, but sees nothing that shouldn't be there.
The sky remains overcast and threatening, although (so far), no snow has fallen. A sharp wind kicks up, driving the chill before it, and lifting little puffs of snow off the ground. Fortunately, it is at your backs--still, the cold is intense.
[OOC: Are you protecting yourselves with Endure Elements?]
Yanosh d20+2=4 d20+1=13 Monday October 1st, 2007 3:06:11 PM
Yanosh follows last in the group as they march keeping the rear guard.
Spot=2 listen=13
Olaf [Wis -3] d20+2=20 d20+2=19 Monday October 1st, 2007 5:34:38 PM
Olaf seems unaffected by the biting wind. He turns to the party and asks if any want respite from the cold: "I don't know 'bout all of you, but there's a gift of Celsiun that might help against the cold. I'm thinkin' I can help two of you, if any want it."
[If anyone takes Olaf up on the first offer, he casts [i]Endure Elements[i] on them. If a second person asks, he will use his [i]Pearl of Power[i] to regain the lost spell and cast Endure Elements on the second person.]
He continues to keep an eye peeled and an ear alert.
[spot 20] [listen 19]
Rendal Monday October 1st, 2007 9:02:41 PM
I could use it if you don't mind friend Olaf.
I am grateful for your assistance.
I am going to learn that spell myself soon.
Aiden d20=8 d20=19 d20=4 d20=15 Monday October 1st, 2007 9:14:01 PM
Looking back at Heyoka, "pack predators or humanoid smells. The Tundra Walkers could be using animals as mounts..." and then a smile grew, "or sometimes herd animals in front of their own to mask their scents..."
A slight frown appeared, "Bohdi and Squork would be useful right now..."
He also tried to keep a watch for any unusual mounds, since some of the orks sometimes would lie in wait underneath a grouping of furs in a sort of trench. This way they would spring upon their prey, utterly surprising them. Aiden would not be surprised if the Tundra Walkers enjoyed using ambushes from the natural terrain as well.
He cricked his neck, even as he looked towards the sky to see what weather was going to come.
Thinking (and to an extent) praying to himself, Aiden looks to Burfell and Celciun to offer some protection from the upcoming storm. It felt so...'unusual'...to pray, as if he was talking to himself (within his mind).
A part of him missed Garrett especially for this reason. He just didn't understand where or how that magic occurred...and not understanding the nature of it made it seem, unnatural. And this went against everything he believed in...
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