DM Bob and Carla Monday September 8th, 2008 10:39:39 PM
The wagon train proceeds along it's way with little in the way of prodding from Garth. Perhaps it is familiarity with the daily routine...perhaps it is anticipation of finally arriving at Bryn Baraz. Either way, the caravan makes an early start. Beren and Caelnin are sent ahead to scout the way with specific instructions from Garth to locate the arch and to avoid any direct altercation should any of the watchers atop the mesa return.
Jet patrols the line of wagons, his demeanor official and his appearance crisp. Alexi and Mikal cover the other side of the caravan, maintaining a steady vigil of the surroundings. Keela and Fatine continue their feeling out process as the wagons creak and groan under the strain of their loads and the uneven ground.
Towards late afternoon, Beren and Caelnin round a bend in the valley floor and a massive stone arch appears before them, first one leg and then the other. The stone is uneven, smoothed only by wind and rain, and made from the same stone as the steep canyon walls.
Caelnin and Beren make a spot vs DC 12 Highlight to display spoiler: { to notice the tell-tale sign of dust raised by travellers atop the plateau above them}.
Caelnin d20+8=11 ; Tuesday September 9th, 2008 3:50:50 AM
"This looks like the place, doesn't it?" Caelnin says as he guides Hutheria around the place. Looking around he doesn't see anything suspicious, but waits for confirmation on Beren's side. He then says to Beren "Can you see anything?" moving towards the arch.
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=13 ; d20+9=10 ; Tuesday September 9th, 2008 9:26:14 AM
Beren, lulled into a slight complacency by the routine of their march, almost misses the dust trail from atop the plateau. Without pointing, he nods towards the telltale signal.
"Our inquisitive guests are back. I still do not know who they are."
spot 13 listen 10
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) Tuesday September 9th, 2008 9:36:04 AM
OOC: Sorry guys. The internet is down in my office, and i spend 1/3 of my life there. So, erm... haha...
IC: Anrete ranges along side the line, his javelin resting easily in his hands yet his thoughts with the two elves.
Jet d20+3=18 ; d20+3=21 ; d20+3=9 ; d20+3=16 ; Tuesday September 9th, 2008 10:35:35 AM
Unaware of what the scouts may or may not have seen, he continues his routine of keeping the train safely moving.
Listen: 18 Spot: 21
(ooc: Hmm, I hit enter twice, out of habit, to get the cursor to move down, that's how the other two rolls happened. It's nice to know I don't have to click the "roll" button)
Mikal AC18 HP 23/23 d20+3=21 ; d20+3=11 ; Tuesday September 9th, 2008 3:46:56 PM
Mikal keeps his eye out for potential danger. He really hopes they won't do battle today, but something in his gut tells him they will.
OOC: Spot: 21 Listen: 11
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) d20+1=12 ; d20+1=6 ; d20+4=15 ; d20+5=20 ; Tuesday September 9th, 2008 6:25:26 PM
Getting sweaty and tired, Alexi is glad the day nears its end. He hasn't heard a word from the scouts but hasn't seen any sign of trouble either. He hopes they are allright.
Spot d20+1=12, Listen d20+1=6
Lobo Spot d20+4=15, Listen d20+5=20
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Tuesday September 9th, 2008 8:52:46 PM
Fatine rides along, handling whatever jobs are thrown her way by Garth or Jet, and otherwise staying near Tarketh's wagon and talking to the druid about herbs, potions and poultices.
DM Bob and Carla Tuesday September 9th, 2008 10:15:19 PM Beren and Caelnin find the arch and pause to take in the surroundings. Beren takes note of the dust trail rising from above them and passses along the information to his companion. An even larger dust trail rises from behind them, signalling the progress of the main body of the caravan. Ahead of the two scouts, the steep canyon curves to the north where it appears to divide; one arm leading northeast, and the other in a more westerly direction.
The main body of the caravan makes steady progress behind the scouts and under the ever vigilant protection of their makeshift security force. The wagons are at least a mile behind the scouts and remain unaware of Beren's and Caelnin's observations.
Keela Wednesday September 10th, 2008 12:52:08 AM
Keela, too, rides near Tarketh's wagon, curious about the druid and his witch helper.
"Fatine, I'm sorry I snapped at you before," she says. "I wish you could tell me something about how you do magic. For example, did somebody teach you or did you just instinctively know how?"
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=24 ; d3=3 ; d20+9=10 ; Wednesday September 10th, 2008 9:56:45 AM
"Perhaps one of us should ride back and alert the wagons to the presence of those scouts. I will do so if you wish."
As long as Caelnin has no objections, Beren will quickly ride back and report to Garth, or whoever he finds first. He will then return to Caelnin and his scouting post.
Spot 24 listen 10 --natural 1 guess he is in a hurry-no time to listen
Jet Wednesday September 10th, 2008 10:43:09 AM
Attempting to keep morale high, jet will whistel a tune or sing the Bryn Baraz song. Whatever he needs to do to keep those in the train brave and ready for conflict, if it is to happen.
Caelnin d20+8=10 ; d20+7=26 ; Wednesday September 10th, 2008 4:50:23 PM
"Go quickly Beren.... I should be fine for a while, looks as though not much will be happening here at the moment. Again, be fast..." Caelnin says as he looks around.
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Spot: 10 Listen: 26 ( If Beren and I were combined, our rolls would be great!)
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Wednesday September 10th, 2008 6:47:52 PM
Alexi continues as before, sweaty, tired, and hungry, glad the day nears its end.
DM Bob and Carla Wednesday September 10th, 2008 11:58:23 PM
The masked elf returns to the caravan and informs the others of the arch and of the presence of the unknown watchers above them. Should Caelnin advance towards the divide as he awaits Beren's return, he will notice what appears to be a cross, tipped to one side like an 'X' rising from the ground. Should he advance even further Highlight to display spoiler: { Caelnin will discover that the cross is actually the grisly remains of a human, stripped of clothing and skin and strapped to the wooden cross that is imbedded in the soil. The expression on the corpse suggests an excruciatingly painful death. }
Caelnin Thursday September 11th, 2008 6:14:42 AM
The inquisitive elfish nature had gotten the better of Caelnin as he gets off Huetheria and gets closer to the divide and quickly turns his head at what he sees.
"Never will I want to see that again. I might have to ask someone else about it once they arrive as it might be a sign for something that I do not recognize, but most likely means we are trespassing on another's soil and that is what might come of us. Oh dear... Must tell someone... Yes, I must..."
Caelnin still waiting for Beren to return, tries to find a nice spot to stay slightly hidden for him and Huetheria just in case, as he is alone and in uncharted territory.
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=26 ; d20+9=16 ; Thursday September 11th, 2008 9:32:45 AM
Beren returns from his errand to find Caelnin and some grisly remains of a human.
"Looks like a warning not to go any further doesn't it. I think we should we wait here to consult with the wagonmaster before going further."
spot 26 listen 16
Jet Thursday September 11th, 2008 11:48:09 AM
Jet watches Beren return and rides up to him and Garth immedietly, since he does not see Caelnin with him. He has some small comfort in the fact, the ranger is not wounded or slumping over his saddle, still he has concern and wants to seek an explanation to their parting of ways.
After hearing that, he tells Garth, "It seems to me we would be tresspassing on their lands. It would do better for us to move the train around this area, which may or may not be impossible, or we should send out a crew for parley and perhaps we can pay for our safe passage through their land?"
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Thursday September 11th, 2008 3:47:22 PM
Fatine smiles at Keela. "Don' be worryin' bout ol' Fatine. I can dake a snappin' now an' again." When Keela asks about Fatine's magic, the witch takes a moment to whisper to the crow on her shoulder. After a few squawks, Fatine shushes the bird. "You always worry, silly bird. I tink she be alright." The crow moves its wings (if a bird could be said to shrug, Keela might swear it was actually trying), then takes off, squawking at some farmers as it circles into the air.
Pondering for a few moments, Fatine shrugs at Keela. "Well . . . Mistress didn't really deach me magic. She daught me how to harness powers dat people like me can control." Fatine shakes her head in annoyance. "No, I not sayin' dis right.
"You know what woldsblood be, no? See, in dee realm of shadows, woldsblood flows in rivers an' streams. Dese be pretty powerful currents, see? Here, in dee Wold, I can sense dose rivers and streams, or, well, sense dere power as it manifests in dis world. We witches call dem 'ley lines' - dee lines of power crossing over between dee realms.
"Well, Mistress -" Fatine points to the name tattooed down her forearm, 'Elmindreda' "-she show me how ta feel dose lines. Dere be a nice juicy one right over dere," she points generally off to the east. "Dee closer I be to one, dee stronger my powers get. But dey be tricky. Sometimes dose rivers shift, and I lose dee power completely.
"Your kind - an' I don' mean you, but, you know, mages and all dem book-learned folk - dey don' like how we take our power. Some o' dem . . . dey don' like us bein' around." She glances at her arm again. "Dey took Mistress from me, dose bastards." Her skin almost seems to darken as she scowls angrily, whispering harshly now. "An' when I find dem, I make dem pay dearly wit' dere blood; by dee Crones I will! Deir children will suffer like I suffer . . . ."
Looking over, she seems to see Keela for the first time. "ahem . . . sorry, sister. It be a difficult subject."
Keela Thursday September 11th, 2008 5:22:48 PM
Keela listens as Fatine explains how her magic works. How different it sounds! Keela is trained in the use of magical flux, which is available just about everywhere. What must it be like to have one's casting power wax and wane with the changing landscape? And what if there are none of these...ley lines...in Bryn Baraz?
Out loud she says, "They took your mistress? But--but that's awful! What could they have been thinking?" She shakes her head. "Master Thaddeus always said that spontaneous casters could be dangerous, because they didn't understand the theory behind the magic they were using. But it sounds to me like you understand yours just fine." She frowns. "And Master Thaddeus would never hurt anybody because they were a spontaneous caster. Just lecture them a lot."
When the word comes back that there may be riders approaching, Keela shelves the discussion of magical theory for the time being. She pulls one of the wands out of her belts. If they're friendly, I'll have wasted a charge, she thinks. Still, I learned last time that once battle starts, I don't have time to protect myself. And I have plenty of charges left.
When they are, to her best reckoning, about 10 minutes from the approaching riders, Keela uses the wand to cast Mage Armor on herself. [Duration 1 hour]
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Thursday September 11th, 2008 7:06:25 PM
Alexi is first worried for Caelnin, then worried for them all. "The idea of avoiding this area is a good one except we don't know how much of this area to avoid. And from the map, these canyons and valleys meander for dozens of miles without really going anywhere."
Looking up at the escarpements he ponders out loud, "If we are going to parley with them and perhaps purchase safe passage, we'll need to get up there," and he points to the ledges. "We aren't going to get them to come down here, that's for sure."
Looking at Garth he asks, "Once we get camped, we'll need some scouts to scour these canyons for a way up to the top. But it may take a day to do that and make contact with them. And we'll need something to barter with. Got any ideas?"
Smiling he says, "Maybe we can offer Fatine to marry their chief's son?"
Jet Thursday September 11th, 2008 8:26:02 PM
Jet walks quickly away from Alexi, smiling, but still walking fast.
DM Bob and Carla Thursday September 11th, 2008 11:23:21 PM
Garth moves ahead of the caravan and joins Beren, Caelnin, Alexi and Jet once he hears of Caelnin's discovery. The wagon master's first reaction upon seeing the warning with his own eyes is to wretch in the trampled vegetation leading up to the body. Garth insists on cutting the corpse down from the cross. "Can't have the rest o' them seein' that!" he wipes his face with his sleeve, the bitter taste of bile still strong in his mouth. "Beren and Caelnin, search the area! I want to know how many were here! Jet. You and Alexi search the body and then bury it."
Once the wagon train arrives at the divide, Garth orders camp to be made. It is still several hours early but few seem to mind the short day. Garth calls the security forces together to discuss the situation.
"This is the direct path to Bryn Baraz. Any other direction could add weeks of searching and back tracking to find our way. Seems to me we have two choices, push ahead and prepare for the worst, or do as Jet and Alexi suggest, send out a party to parley...see if we can't negotiate."
The wagon master casts his eyes among them looking for suggestions or confirmation. "What's it to be?"
Mikal AC18 HP 23/23 Thursday September 11th, 2008 11:56:46 PM
Mikal stays silent for a moment, listening to the deliberation between everyone.
Coming to a conclusion of his own he speaks up. "My vote is to Parley. Maybe we can keep them from attacking us. We've lost too many already, and most of us are weary from the travel."
He gives a silent prayer to Alemi for protection, and to keep them from battle.
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) Friday September 12th, 2008 7:54:04 AM
"I agree with the priest. It would be foolish to ignore such obvious warnings. But I would wonder how the our precedessors solve this problem?"
The wiry gladiator crosses his arms as he ponders - his tarnished armor spikes glistening ominously from the setting sun. After a moment, Anrete continues, his pale face paint contrasting starkly against his darken armor.
"I'm curious about these watcher. I'll go, if all are agreeable. Regardless, it would be wise to scout out the area before advancing any further."
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=10 ; d20+9=13 ; Friday September 12th, 2008 9:25:56 AM
"Talking is always a better solution than fighting, unless they are Orcs, then talking is senseless and futile. Orcs are btter off dead."
The bitterness in his voice is evident to all that hear. Beren says nothing more, but will abide by the group's decision--unless these are orcs.
Spot 10 listen 13 Natural 1 on spot--very distarcted by the conversation :o)
Jet Friday September 12th, 2008 9:48:37 AM
Listens to the others before he says his piece, "It is true, we do not know what type of reception we will recieve if we parley, however, it is Pantheons will that we follow the law, if not written word, the law of the land as well, and it is obvious, this land is claimed."
"I do believe Anrete and I should be the ones to go. If they kill us, then the others can continue to guard the train, but if they are willing to negotiate, Bryn Baraz may have allies in the region instead of constant conflict."
Keela Friday September 12th, 2008 11:04:57 AM
"If this is their land, we should at least stop and say hello. It's only neighborly," Keela adds.
Caelnin d20+7=16 ; d20+7=23 ; d20+8=17 ; Friday September 12th, 2008 11:13:58 AM
"I think that a group should tryand talk to them, but still be prepared for what may happen." Calenin says then walks off to do what Garth had told him to do,looking for any traces of anybody else.
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Search: 16 Listen: 23 Spot: 17
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Friday September 12th, 2008 12:45:08 PM
"If'n I wanted to tramp an army over one o' dese farmer's fields, dey'd spect me to ask permission first, no? It no be different wit' dese strangers. We be guests in deir land. We should go and say hello," Fatine advises Garth.
When Jet suggests that two go, she chuckles. "You no tink separatin' worked well last time, do you Big Man?" Back to Garth, she says, "Send dee whole security detail, or don' send none. But don' do it halfway."
"Sides," she says quietly. "Maybe dey gots a coven I can visit."
Jet Second Post Friday September 12th, 2008 6:28:25 PM
The burly fighter priest bows to Fatine as he backs up his words, "I understand your thoughts, the problem is, whoever goes can not face down a group of their warriors and expect to live. So how many of us should we lose to find out if they are hostile? I know at least Anrete has a chance of escape and give the train warning if he's with me. I can hold them off a second or two, to give him that chance. Alexi and Mikal need to stay and help defend, they are better at that then me, I'm all about offense. The arcanists", he points to Keela and Fatine, "will do better for defense as well. Beren is still needed to help guide the train to Bryn Baraz. Let's face it, I'm the most expendable negotiator we have."
He smiles all big and bright, as if he has waited all day to give this speech. He likely thought about it when he first woke up this morning as he stirred the pot of possible solutions they would have.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Friday September 12th, 2008 10:04:26 PM
Despite the gruesome task, Alexi nearly bursts out laughing at Garth. "Search the body? What'd you expect to find on a clotheless, skinless body? Err... sorry. Didn't mean to be disrespectful Sir. Err... right away. Consider it done. C'mone Jet, let's 'search' the body, we might find some hidden treasure, er, clue to how he died or who killed him." Smirk.
Alexi hadn't thought to bring a spade and was wondering how to break the hard ground but was relieved to see Garth had thought of it, so he and Jet made quick, sweaty work of digging a shallow, as the hard rocky ground allowed, trench for the body. While digging he wondered who it was. Was it one of the bandits that had escaped and headed the wrong way?
Later: "Hmmm....," Alexi ponders as the others say their piece. "We've go two good points here. Either one could be the right one or the wrong one. From Jet's view, if negotiaions go well, nothing lost. If not, only one or two lost. Now, from Fatine's view, a show of force may prevent hostile action. If they do become hostile, all of us together have a better chance of returning alive than just two alone. I'm a Fist and trained to show strength or get whupped. So I'm for going as a group. But we could take a few precautions."
He takes a deep breath before he adds his ideas. "First, let us raise a flag that shows we are not hostile. A common flag is the white banner. We set that in the middle of camp, tall, large enough to be visible from a distance. The other is Jet and Mikal, who have the ears of the gods, spend the night in prayer asking for some divine guidance to which path may be the most likely to succeed, Jet's or Fatine's. Also, I remember that our battle clerics would wander the battlefield in the middle of a battle and heal the wounded without drawing any fire upon themselves. Perharps you could do the same when meeting these strangers." (OOC: I'm thinking of Augury, but that's a 2nd level spell so Mikal may be the only one to use it. However, Sanctuary is a 1st level spell and could buy you 2 - 3 rounds per casting. Load up on those before you go.)
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) d20+7=24 ; Sunday September 14th, 2008 12:37:51 PM
As Alexi and Jet were digging the grave, Anrete wanders over and examines the body. His keen eyes and sensitive fingers examining and probing the corpse. Then without a word, the battle-scarred barbarian-rogue rose and walked off, pondering over his investigation.
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Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Sunday September 14th, 2008 8:00:22 PM
"None be expendable, Big Man. Even if'n you fall on your face every few fights," Fatine adds with a smile and wink.
"I no mean we need a show of force. I mean we need protect ourselves. We shouldn' be goin' in dere lookin' strong an' mean. We should go in humble an' polite.
"And," Fatine adds after a moment, "what do it say for our negotiatior if'n his honor guard be one man? If we no send an emissary o' proper worth, it maybe insultin' to dem folk out dere, no?"
DM Bob and Carla Sunday September 14th, 2008 8:09:07 PM
Troubled that the obvious way to the settlement of Bryn Baraz seems to be watched, and that the watchers don't seem in a welcoming mood, the wagon master orders the wagons to make camp, and those who discovered the 'warning' ensure it is dealt with before news of the gruesome discovery spreads through the entire caravan.
Jet and Alexi's idea of a discussion under truce to for the mutual arrangement of peaceful terms meets with universal accord. Remembering that there is a group of miners that went ahead of them, Anrete wonders how they fared with the natives, and volunteers to scout out the situation. Jet volunteers to go with the barbarian, assuming it might be his last mission. Fatine reminds the group that separating the party in the past hasn't been successful, and suggests the group show a united if diverse front. The witch reveals her curiosity about the people who seem to inhabit the land, previously thought uninhabited. Praying to Alemi that no altercations be involved, Mikal supports the idea of negotiation, as do Beren and Caelnen. Keela admits that the right thing to do is act cordially.
While the fighter's cut down the body, Anrete and Caelnen have a look around. The remains are that of a tall, heavy set male--with sloping forehead and jutting jaw. Very likely a half-orc. Alexi speculates that it might be an escaping bandit who lost his way. While the body is buried, further explorations by the scouts reveal 3, possibly 4 distinct sets of footprints belonging to medium sized humanoid creatures. The ground is firm, but DC 10 Highlight to display spoiler: { there are sufficient traces to indicate the direction the individuals' took. Furthermore, they appear to be on foot.}
"You're the only security detail left intact after the attack, back there," Garth admits, adding ruefully, "an' the most experienced." He rubs his forehead as if it pains him. "We'll camp here 3 days, before movin' on. You're charged with parleyin' the safe passage of the caravan through to Bryn Baraz. Ye've an hour to prepare. Then come see me."
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Sunday September 14th, 2008 9:12:25 PM
"You mis-understand my meaning of 'show of force', Fatine," Alexi says, smiling. "But a humble and polite man can walk down a dangerous path without being molested if he carries a big enough sword. I didn't mean we'd all go pay 'em a visit painted up like Anrete."
Not sure if anyone caught his meaning, he tries to be more to the point. "If they get the impression we are weak, they won't have any reason to bargain with us for our passage. They'll feel they can just take what they want. So we humble admit we are trespassing. have something valuable to offer them for our safe passage, but show them we are well capable of defending ourselves."
Caelnin Monday September 15th, 2008 7:58:38 AM
"Hey Beren, look at the tracks! I think we can tell which way they are going!" Caelnin says pointing at the bunch of footprints on the ground. "I guess that might be the direction to their camp!"
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+5=14 ; d20+9=22 ; d20+9=21 ; Monday September 15th, 2008 9:44:41 AM
Beren glances at the ground around the body, and nods in agreement with Caelnin.
"Yes, that is the direction they went. It might be possible to follow them to their camp."
Beren prepares for the trip to negotiate passage.
Spot 22 listen 21 survival 14
Jet d20+7=25 ; Monday September 15th, 2008 10:49:53 AM
Jet prepares for the mission. He asks the group if they would be willing to use the horses they took from Wido and those kidnappers as well as some from the train attack and use them to bargain with the natives. Jet also takes his fine keg of ale and straps it onto one of the horses.
With his survival skills he can see they left on foot. he talks with the others to determine how they can follow them without actually tresspassing.
He then goes to see Garth.
Survival DC 10 successful with 25
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Monday September 15th, 2008 2:35:41 PM
"Just the horses from the bandit raid should be enough, minus one for Mikal, since he lost his to a bandit," Alexi suggests. "We don't want to offer too much, nor too little. But Horses are a good bargaining tool. I like your idea, Jet. However, if necessary, I've got a few gems I can throw into the pot."
Alexi prepares for the trip, packing some extra dry food in his saddle bag. He has Lobo prepared to his fullest, and himself. With some time left, he asks Ned's wife for a large white cloth and with Loleena's help, makes a white flag of sorts and attaches it to his lance, presuming Jet will still be carrying the company's banner. He has Loleena overseeing the making of another, larger, white flag for the center of the camp.
An hour later he presents himself to Garth, ready to go.
Keela Monday September 15th, 2008 5:16:15 PM
As the group prepares to go and speak with the natives, Keela begins to feel butterflies. She is excited to meet the strangers, but nervous about what might happen.
And, she's feeling a little guilty. She wants to go along, but really has nothing to offer the group. She feels selfish for tagging along, but somehow can't make herself bow out.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Monday September 15th, 2008 6:37:46 PM
Fatine nods, conceding the point to Alexi. Once Garth sends them off, she hurries to Tarketh to be sure the trip meets with his approval. Assuming he consents to her leaving, she packs a few things, tucks two wands into her belt, and whistles for her dogs.
Once the dogs come running, Fatine prepares a small meal for them and lets them sate themselves. While they eat, she searches the sky for her crow Col. After a few minutes of fruitless searching and whistling, the bird finally alights on a nearby tree branch. Fatine hurries to the bird and whispers quietly to it.
DM Highlight to display spoiler: {"Okay, bird. You be doin' Fatine a favor. Fly high, and fly far. Find dose people what live 'round here an' see if dere be any danger. Come an' warn me if'n we be walkin' into trouble, hear?"}
After a moment of whispers, Fatine shoos the bird into the air, and it takes off, flying into the distance.
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) d20+3=20 ; Monday September 15th, 2008 9:41:18 PM
Grunting in agreement with the sharpshooter's assessment, Anrete wanders off to prepare his gears.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Monday September 15th, 2008 10:25:27 PM
OOC: DMs, how many horses did we get from the bandits. There was a mention of:
Keela is happily reunited with her family, and when the farmers return they bring with them a string of seven horses and single mule. The mule has the remnants of a daisy chain necklace wrapped about her neck.
What's a 'daisy chain necklace', and do we recognize the mule? Only one I know is Vilria.
I've not received a reply yet on the loot Beren got from the sorceress. Please update us on this info. Thanks.
OOC: The mule is indeed Vilria. The Wand of MM has been identified, however no one has considered the other items or attempted to identify them.-DM Carla
DM Bob and Carla Tuesday September 16th, 2008 12:09:59 AM Caelnen and Beren feel confident that they can track the natives who left the gruesome warning for the caravan. The direction of the trail is marked by the elves, before they head off to prepare for the mission.
Jet suggests the party round up any horses collected from the bandits that had previously attacked the caravan, along with any of those the group had recovered from Lollena's kidnappers. Alexi endorses the idea, but is reluctant to part with all the spare horses. Some of the animals have been integrated into the caravan, claimed by farmers or other settlers. In the time allotted, some 10 animals are identified as available for barter. Both men identify additional gifts from their personal belongings.
Her heart aflutter, Keela is excited at the prospect of meeting new people, though concerned she may bring little to the delegation.
The herbalist is concerned about loosing his assistant, but expresses confidence in Fatine's ability to take care of herself. He gives the witch a pouch with some packets of herbs and spices, as well as 4 vials*, "to use as the need arises."
Anrete enquires about what the group's strategy will be.
The group meets with Garth at the appointed time. The wagon master goes over the facts as he knows them, confirming with the group that he will give them 3 days head start to locate the natives and learn if they will allow safe passage of the wagon train through to Bryn Baraz. Whether the group returns or not, the caravan will continue the march north when the 3 days are up. A crude map with only the barest of details is handed over. "Best that could be done on short notice," Garth admits. "If some'at happens," he adds, "make yer way to the settlement." Before they leave, Lollena hands Alexi a roll of soft white cloth. The fighter realizes the banner isn't some farmer's wife's rough stuff, but rather fine white silk. The woman lowers her dark lashes in order not to meet the fighter's gaze, but Spot DC 10 Highlight to display spoiler: { it looks like she might have been crying. For the loss of the wedding dress or concern over the Alexi and the other adventurer's is impossible to tell/}
The wagon master provides a few last words of caution and encouragement, and then the group is off. Beren and Caelnen tracking the footprints, and Fatine sending Col off into the air.
*Cure Light Wounds
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+5=24 ; d20+9=25 ; d20+9=29 ; Tuesday September 16th, 2008 9:18:59 AM
Beren's senses are at a heightened state as he leads off with Caelnin. To him the trail seems almost like a beacon pointing the direction they need to go. He rides with his bow in hand, and arrows loose in his quiver. His cloak is wrapped around his body loosely to hide his exact size and shape from potential archers, with the hood up and his mask in place.
Jet d20+3=22 ; d20+3=5 ; Tuesday September 16th, 2008 10:53:14 AM
Jet in his ceremoniol manner ties the banner to the tip of a spear and rests the butt of it on his leg as he steers Bantom with his left hand and an occassional knee.
Alexi is not happy to leave so soon. He would have preferred that the clerics had more time to prepare, but when Lolenna hands him his white 'flag', he has no words to express himself. All choked up, he tries to stammer that it was unecessary to make such a sacrifice. It is obvious to the fighter that the seamstress made the sacrifice of diamonds for their success.
"I'll bear this with honor and pray that I can return it safely," is all he manages to say, a tear starting to swell in his eye. In the world of knights, when a lady gives a knight a personal token, such as an embroidered handkerchief (or part of a weeding dress), the knight becomes her champion. And Alexi rode away with the group, white silken flag fluttering in the breeze attached to his lance, her devoted champion, until she releases him of that duty, or he dies.
Keela d20+2=21 ; Tuesday September 16th, 2008 1:15:38 PM
Keela has little to do in the way of preparations, merely making sure that her wands are in her belt and her hair is reasonably tidy. She mounts Daisy, settles her skirts, and moves off with the others.
She sees the quality of the "banner" they carry [Spot 21], and privately thinks it a foolish extravagance. She says nothing, however, realizing that Lollena meant well by it.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Tuesday September 16th, 2008 3:31:49 PM
Once the group is off, Fatine moves her mount close by Keela and hands the wizardess a few small items. Leaning over, she whispers, (DM and Keela) Highlight to display spoiler: {"Dake dese, sister. If'n one of dose men gets in trouble, try'n help dem out, see?" She hands over two of the vials from Tarketh. "But don' let 'em know jus' yet. . . . makes us look more doughtful later," she adds with a smile.}
Caelnin d20+7=16 ; d20+8=14 ; Tuesday September 16th, 2008 4:47:14 PM
Caelnin tags along with Beren, hoping that he could learn something. His father tried to train his skills in tracking people down, but he never got the hang of it when he was older. He does however keep an eye and an ear out on the path that they are taking.
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Listen: 16 Spot: 14
Mikal AC18 HP 23/23 Tuesday September 16th, 2008 10:08:27 PM
Mikal keeps a keen watch over the wagons as they wait for the parley results to return.
DM Bob and Carla Tuesday September 16th, 2008 11:19:35 PM
The party follows the tracks of the mysterious watchers along the valley bottom. Beren leads the way and easily finds the small trail leading through the rock formation. Jet follows, the banner flying from his lance. The path begins climbing, turning back on itself several times as it ascends the valley wall. The way is steep and narrow, and not well suited to riding, but the horses might be led on foot...Despite their vigilance, the adventurers see nothing of note as they climb. At what Beren assumes to be the halfway point, the trail offers a near perfect view of the valley below. The wagontrain can be seen in the distance, waiting for the prescribed time of departure.
The top of the Mesa is still approximately 50' above, but the narrow winding trail that leads there is at least 200' or more in length and must be negotiated carefully, especially when leading a pack of horses.
[Please identify a marching order (I assume Beren is leading as he is doing the tracking), and please identify who is leading the horses]
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) d20+3=18 ; d20+7=11 ; d20+7=16 ; Tuesday September 16th, 2008 11:58:12 PM
"The trail seems treacherous for the horses. I would recommend some of us scouting out the area first before bring the horses any further.", Anrete remarks as he stops before the narrow winding path.
"In fact, it is a bad idea to bring our horses up, for are we going to abandon them if we need to beat a hasty retreat? I say, leave them here and advance on foot."
With that, the warrior scans the horizon, his jaudiced eyes searching for observers beyond the trail. Dismounting from Copper, Anrete carefully picks his way up the trail, using the occasional outcrops and shadows as cover from any would-be observers.
His well-trained pony eyes her master for a moment before proceeding to munch on some wild plants.
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+5=18 ; d20+9=13 ; d20+9=10 ; Wednesday September 17th, 2008 9:41:23 AM
Beren has eyes for the trail alone, but he sees no reason to walk.
"The trail is wide enough to ride, but the led horses will need to take extra care. We are almost to the top. Be wary of attack in this narrow section."
track 18 spot 13 listen 10
Jet d20+3=11 ; d20+3=6 ; d20+5=24 ; Wednesday September 17th, 2008 11:44:12 AM
Jet unsure if he needs to lead his horse will get off and walk Bantom if the large animal begins to act strange with the small trails width.
Listen: 11 Spot: 6 Handle Animal: 24
[ooc: We are working on the party order oh mighty DM's. If we don't have one by tomorrow, please feel free to randomly place us where you want to continue the plot line.]
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Wednesday September 17th, 2008 4:31:31 PM
Fatine plods along the path, offering to lead one of the men's horses, "so dey can go fight bedder." Between the horses and her nearby dogs, she makes for quiet a zoo traveling along the path. Every so often she curses quietly as one of the horses does its business to close to her.
Keela Wednesday September 17th, 2008 4:32:39 PM
As the trail becomes more difficult, Keela readily dismounts. She is no horsewoman, and is perfectly happy to lead Daisy over the tricky parts.
When the talk turns to leaving the horses altogther, though, Keela objects. "I'm not sure it's a good idea to leave them unattended. There's things out here that would eat them if they could."
As the party moves forward, she and Daisy fall into place somewhere in the middle.
Caelnin Wednesday September 17th, 2008 4:52:54 PM
as Caelnin is not as good as he would've hoped he could of have been at this moment, he takes it safe and dismounts to walk Hue over.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Wednesday September 17th, 2008 6:17:48 PM
Eyeing the trail from the bottom up, Alexi frowns, but won't leave Lobo behind. He dismounts, though, and leads Lobo. He's no fool. Lobo is carrying a lot of weight, one slip and he could catch himself, but not with Alexi's added weight.
Alexi suggests, for the purpose of the trail, each member take the lead rope of a spare horse with the last two in line an extra horse each (that should be 10 horses). This way, only the last two will be dealing with more than two horses, and if one of them should fall, you can just let go of the lead rope.
Once on the plateau, this order can be re-arranged to free up the hands of the fighters.
DM Bob and Carla Wednesday September 17th, 2008 11:56:03 PM Mikal watches from the safety of the wagon train, as the group strikes out. "You sure you don't want to go with your mates?" the wagon master enquires. Garth watches as the reconnaissance party strikes out in search of the natives they believe inhabit the uncharted lands. Seven mounted adventurers, with 10 gift horses and a few other items intended for the people they hope to meet, and possibly negotiate safe passage across the land.
As the trackers lead the group from the valley floor along the trail moving up through the rock formations, travelling by horseback becomes trickier though not entirely impossible. No one will actually be required to climb, but in general the consensus it that it would be better to dismount than to try to negotiate the narrow path from horseback. Beren decides to keep his seat. Caelnen is one of the first to slip from the back ot his horse, to lead his new grey mare along the path. Anrete suggests the possibility of leaving the horses behind, but that is not necessary. Alexi asks that each member of the party take responsibility for one of the extra horses the group is taking with them, with the extra horses nearer the end.
Under the guidance of Jet, the party starts to space out single file with an adventurer out front leading his own horse, and another with a long line attached to its bridle, then a second adventurer, two horses, a third adventurer and two horses, and so on. Though it isn't without risk, there is the opportunity to jockey around until all are satisfied with their position in the line. Trackers and scouts out front, Keela and Fatine somewhere near the middle, and the fighter's where they think they will best serve their companions.
Anrete and Beren are able to follow the trail, and the masked ranger is able to confirm that the tracks were likely made early in the day, rather than recently. Those keeping a lookout don't see anything untoward. There certainly aren't any watchers. The huffing and puffing of the party and their mounts, along with the creaking of leather, and the shuffle of hooves and feet along the trail are the only sounds. Col hasn't returned, but then the raven hasn't been gone all that long.
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+5=9 ; d20+9=15 ; d20+9=10 ; Thursday September 18th, 2008 9:47:52 AM
Beren keeps an eye on the trail. If it begins to narrow to much, he too will dismount and lead Red. The elven ranger keeps hhis eyes and ears open for any signs of ambush or trouble. He is concerned that the trail itself--being so narrow--could be rigged to collapse with the group. The distraction of all the movements causes him to disturb the tracks, but there is really only one direction those they are following could have gone.
track 9 spot 15 listen 10
Jet Thursday September 18th, 2008 2:14:16 PM
Jet continues to follow the others bringing up the rear, incase we are set upon from behind.
Party order single file.
Beren Caelnin Anrete Alexi Fatine Mikal (Mikal is or is not coming? What's up with that?) Keela Jet
Keela d20+2=17 ; d20+2=19 ; Thursday September 18th, 2008 4:02:51 PM
Keela concentrates on keeping up and not being a bother to anyone. She tries, too, to keep her eyes and ears open, though she knows her senses aren't as honed as some of the others'.
[Spot 17; Listen 19]
Today's Spells: 0 - Detect Magic 0 - Light 0 - Message 0 - Prestidigitation 1 - Color Spray 1 - Ray of Enfeeblement 1 - Sleep 2 - Scorching Ray 2 - Web
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] d20+11=22 ; Thursday September 18th, 2008 5:07:50 PM
Taking a moment, Fatine taps herself with a wand, then puts it back into her belt. After that, she follows the men, leading some of the horses and talking quietly to herself. Scanning the sky, she tries to catch a glimpse of her crow anywhere nearby.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) d20+1=13 ; d20+1=10 ; Thursday September 18th, 2008 6:18:13 PM
Alexi moves along, concentrating on the path, not looking off the side, but ahead. Keeping some ten feet from the horse in front, he glances back at his train to make sure all is allright. Not good to have a couple of horses agitated at each other. He prays that it won't happen as he plods along.
Spot d20+1=13, Listen d20+1=10
Caelnin d20+8=16 ; d20+7=21 ; Thursday September 18th, 2008 7:44:47 PM
NOt wanting to keep his guard down, Caelnin tries his best to keep track of everything around him, not wanting to let us anyone or anything to get hurt.
Spot: 16, Listen: 21
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) d20+3=16 ; d20+3=23 ; Thursday September 18th, 2008 9:16:01 PM
Just right behind Caelnin, Anrete proceeds carefully.
============================= Spot 16 Listen 23
DM Bob and Carla d4=2 ; Thursday September 18th, 2008 11:31:10 PM
The party moves single file along the narrow path, gradually ascending the hilly terrain above the valley. The circled wagons can still be seen in the rocky valley below, the settlers like ants moving about as they go about the business of making camp. Occasionally a rock is dislodged, and goes bouncing down the hillside; however the path is not so narrow that careful treading by man and beast ensure a measure of safety for all.
All eyes are trained on the path and the environs, as quietly the group ascends the steep slope. The quiet calmness of the adventurers has the effect of keeping the beasts at ease, and none of the horses show any anxiety. Even Fatine's dogs tread quietly along the line, foregoing any explorations to remain close to their mistress.
The sun beats down from above, for there are no trees, only the narrow dusty path bordered by scrubby, hardy bushes, and tufts of grass interspersed with light rubble. The hike and the heat begin to take their toll. (Fortitude Check DC 15, or else take 2 pts. nonlethal damage).
Beren finds no signs of ambush or trap, and though the tracks seem to fade from view momentarily, there really is no other way for anyone to travel than along the path. On gaining the top, the adventurers see the valley below and to the west, bordered by a hillside similar to the one the party just climbed. The valley stretches north and south, with the top a kind of flat plain stretching out along the same direction. Watchers could ride along the edge, keeping a lookout for anyone or anything coming up the valley. To the east stretches a flat plain of shrubby bushes and grasses punctuated by more rubble and some larger stones or rocks. In the distance, the dark shapes of hills, against the purple-blue haze of taller mountains.
Anyone can see a trail runs north and south about 50 ft back from the edge. Wilderness Lore or Search DC 10, or Track feat Highlight to display spoiler: { to see that the ground has been greatly disturbed. The footprints disappear, however there are many prints made by horses, and they appear to follow the path in a northerly direction.}.
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) d20+6=18 ; d20+7=10 ; Friday September 19th, 2008 2:28:03 AM
Indure to the extreme conditions from his pitfighting days, Anrete easily shrugs off the effects of the heat as they scaled the trail. He pauses occasionally to help those who had lagged behind. Upon reaching the top, he searches the ground before glancing at the valley to the north.
"I think they went north." Anrete remarks before taking a sip from his waterskin.
======================= Fort 18 Search 10
Beren(AC 18, HP -2 non lethal ,23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+5=15 ; d20+9=24 ; d20+9=14 ; d20+3=6 ; Friday September 19th, 2008 9:00:56 AM
As the group tops the summit of the trail onto the mesa, Beren regains the tracks of those he is following.(track 15)
"They have horses now, and they went off that direction."
He indicates the direction that they went. He relaizes now that he should not have put his cloak on, as the sun is shining down much hotter than he thought she would today. (Fail fortitude check 6) He removes his claok and takes a drink of water, fanning himself a little to cool down, and splashing a little water on his face.
spot 24 listen 14
Jet d20+8=25 ; d20+3=10 ; d20+3=5 ; d20=2 ; Friday September 19th, 2008 10:13:15 AM
Jet in his steel armor doesn't even notice the heat, nor does he notice others may be suffering.
He can not determine heads nor tails of any trail.
Fortitude save: 25
Listen: 10 Spot: 5 Untrained Wilderness Lore: 2
Keela d20+2=21 ; d20+3=16 ; Friday September 19th, 2008 10:53:34 AM
Scrawny wizard she may be, but Keela grew up on a farm and knows what it is to toil long hours in the sun. She is tired when she reaches the top of the hill, but not significantly depleted. [Fort 21]
She sees the tracks of horses heading northward [Search 16], and points them out to the others. "There seem to be a lot of them," she says uncertainly. "If they prove unfriendly, we could be in trouble."
Finally reaching the top, Alexi heaves a sigh. The climb and heat wore him out more than he would have expected. Must have been the excitement of meeting these strangers. Taking a breather he followed Beren in taking a good gulp of water as he inspected the ground and saw what the others saw.
"Glad we kept the horses?" he asks no one in particular.
OOC: subtr 2hps
Caelnin d20+1=15 ; d20+7=10 ; d20+8=28 ; d20+7=27 ; Friday September 19th, 2008 6:52:22 PM
Caelnin starts to feel the burn in his muscles and it doesn't help him much that it's really hot as well, however he pushes through, trying not to complain about anything. (Fort: 15)
He is too focused on trying to stay upright that he misses out on some of the clues (search 10)but listens to everyone else. He takes the time in which some people are resting to look around.
Spot: 28, Listen 27 (Wooo for 1/400 chance....)
Jet Saturday September 20th, 2008 1:15:09 PM
When Jet hear's Keelas words that they might be in trouble he laughs out loud, "You are just now realizing that? Why do you think I said only one of us should have come? No time to dwell on it now, today we will live or die together and if it is the latter, we will take as many of them with us as we can."
FYI- I didn't really expect Jet to go alone. I was just trying to recreate the scene from Outlaw Josie Wales where he faced down the native americans by himself and secured the ability for them to stay on their land.
Mikal AC18 HP 23/23 d20+3=21 ; d20+3=22 ; Sunday September 21st, 2008 10:26:13 AM
Mikal marches up the path behind everyone. Keeping an eye out for potential danger.
Fatine chuckles as well. "We been in danger e'er since we started dis crazy expedition. No sense worryin' 'bout it dis late in dee game."
Looking at the ground, she comments, "Even ol' Fatine can see dey ridin' deir horses nort. If'n I can figure dat out, dey not be tryin' much to hide deir path. Either dey don' tink we be enemies, or dey no tink we can hurt dem. I no sure which be more worse." Shrugging, Fatine steadies her horse and pulls herself agilely into the saddle.
"Now . . . where be dat silly bird. He shoulda come an' see me by now. If'n he be eatin' worms, I show him a ting or two bout followin' orders, dat featerbrained . . . sorry," she adds sheepishly when she realizes she's rambling.
Putting fingers to lips, she whistles loudly, looking around the sky for the raven.
DM Bob and Carla d6=6 ; d6=3 ; d4=2 ; d4=4 ; Sunday September 21st, 2008 11:20:45 PM
Glad to be finished their climb out of the valley, the group surveys the scene. They are on a plateau of sorts, with a path heading north and south, following the direction of the valley. The group demonstrates persistence in the face of adversity, however for some it is at a cost, though a small one. Beren, Alexi, and Fatine find the heat a bit of a strain. (Mikal-still need a Fortitude roll vs 15)
The path taken by those who left the gory talisman is studied, and the combined observations confirm that though the initial group had been on foot when in the valley, they were now on horseback, and headed north. Having determined that no effort was made to hide their tracks, it is speculated that those who made them appear to have no fear of the caravan or the settlers.
Anrete sets a good example in keeping hydrated, while Keela worries about the actual number of those the party are tracking.
Fatine searches the clear sky worried about Col, for the bird is nowhere to be seen. But then, the only real vantage point is from the sky, there being only shrubs and tufts of grass amongst the rubble.
The sun bears down on the dry land, causing the air to shimmer. Here and there a puff of wind raises a little whirl of dust dust that dances lightly for a space, and then dies out. Jet is unable to see past the shimmering effect, however Caelnin, Beren, and Mikal spot a small funnel shaped cloud north, north west. It doesn't die out like the others and is bearing down almost directly on the group! There is almost no time to react to the small whirlwind as it whips up dust, sand, and other debris.
(Reflex Save (1 roll):
if 12 (or greater) take half non lethal damage from irritating particles, otherwise 6 pts. non-lethal damage. if 15 (or greater) avoid being slammed to the ground, and take 3 pts (regular) damage and 18 (or greater) for small characters* to avoid being blown away, 20 ft, 8 pts non lethal damage)
*I don't think we have any small characters, but Fatine's two dogs might have some trouble...
Caelnin AC:16 HP:18/21 (6 NL) d20+6=8 ; Monday September 22nd, 2008 2:52:05 AM
As Caelnin tries to dodge the main burst of the small whirlwind, Caelnin gets twisted in Huetheria's leading rope and forgets to shield his eyes and other things vulnerable to the strong winds and small particles, basically being blinded throughout the ordeal. (Reflex 8... Woo for a 2)
After the winds die down, Caelnin blinks for a bit, getting rid of things that had flown into his eyes and says "Nature has it's ups and downs.... However, that was not fun at all..."
Beren(AC 18, HP -5 non lethal ,23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+7=26 ; d20+9=22 ; d20+9=15 ; Monday September 22nd, 2008 9:30:08 AM
OOC--Not sure I understand the saves and what damage I might take. I hope I 'm not the only one confused. :o) Reflex save 26 I think I end up with only 3 points non-lethal.
Beren sees the whirlwind coming, and it does not look natural to him. It seems to be a sending--maybe a warning. He avoids the storm easily, but is concerned about the rest of the party. He circles behind the storm to see if it is cover for another attack.
spot 22 listen 15
Jet d20+1=13 ; d20+7=23 ; Monday September 22nd, 2008 11:08:12 AM
OOC: I'm not exactly certain about the Reflex saves myself.
Jet trudges forward through the heat and he can see the large dust devil coming toward the party. The fighter priest closes his helms visor and recieves the blast of particles flying through the air as well as possible. (3 points non lethal?)
Jet wonders at the storm, if it is natural or not. Survival skill check 23
"Between the heat and the dust devils, we might not need to worry about the natives. Lets stop and clean up awhile." Jet suggests, but his alterior motives include checking his comrades and casting some healing spells if necessary."
Keela d20+2=16 ; Monday September 22nd, 2008 4:10:02 PM
Keela glances up, and has time only to murmur, "Oh dear" before the funnel hits.
Her luck holds, however [Reflex 16], and she comes out of it with nothing more than bumps and bruises.
Her hair-knot, however, is a total loss.
"Is everyone all right?" she asks, looking about her for hair-pins.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] d20+2=13 ; d20+5=22 ; d20+5=25 ; Monday September 22nd, 2008 7:41:36 PM
Fatine reflex: 13 {I am unclear what this means. 3 regular damage? Only the nonlethal?} Dog 1: 22 Dog 2: 25 [dogs are medium creatures; they are riding dogs, not regular dogs - regular would be small]
Fatine grabs ahold of each dog's mane and holds on as the wind passes over them. Once gone, she stands and straightens her ruffled skirts. Shaking some dirt off of herself, she reaches into a belt pouch and withdraws a few sewing needles.
"Need some o' dese, sister?" she asks Keela. "Not as good, but maybe dey do dee trick for now, eh?"
Once everyone has settled, she says, "Let's be on dee way. Dee faster we get dere, dee better, no?"
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:(26)/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) d20+6=13 ; Monday September 22nd, 2008 10:03:37 PM
OOC: I'm confused too. I thought the higher the roll, the better. But it doesn't look like that here. It seems 12 and 15 got switched.
Ref save d20+2 (+4 Endurance save vs non-leath dmg) = 13 or 9 OOC: I'll let DMs figure out what roll I got and how much of what dmg I took.
Sputtering a bit, Alexi tries to re-orient himself. The sweat he generated was now mud and he felt sticky all over. He takes a couple more swallows of water to wash the dust down.
"Glad that 'thing' didn't hit us on the cliff side," is all he's in the mood to say.
Mikal AC18 HP 23/23 d20+2=12 ; Monday September 22nd, 2008 10:23:27 PM
OOC: Yeah, quite confused myself. If they are flipped, I'll just assume for now, then this is my correct response.
Mikal steadies himself and barely stays upright, taking a load of sand to the eyes.
"Gah! Curse this wind!"
OOC: If they are right, he closes his visor in time? Who knows.
DM Bob and Carla (Explanation or You're Not in Kansas Anymore!)) Monday September 22nd, 2008 10:57:31 PM
I tried to explain in my DM post, but I will be frank and admit that this is a tricky (but fun!) one based on DMG Wind Effects and MM Elementals.
Try to visualize the dust devil...a mini 'twister' as it weaves towards you. On the periphery small bits of debris are picked up and spun about, whereas the core of the event is the strength of the thing. Fast reflexes (DC 15 or better) would allow you to dodge the main event, but still get pelted by the periphery debris (the non-lethal dmg.). Even closing your eyes, or averting you head (a DC 12, 13, or 14) would allow you some respite from the periphery activity (non-lethal), though you wouldn't be able to avoid the 'slam' of the core (the regular damage). Of course, if you were small and light, you could get carried away...
DM Bob and Carla Monday September 22nd, 2008 10:58:32 PM 'Between the heat and the dust devils, we might not need to worry about the natives'-Jet, The Uncharted Lands
The party is learning some newfound respect for this uncharted land they are venturing into. There are other hazards in the Wold, they learn, than those posed by enemies from the higher races.
As the small whirlwind whips up dust and debris, some dodge out of the way, while others are unable to avoid the natural effect.
Careful manoeuvring allows Beren and Keela to avoid all but a light pelting from dry twigs, leaves, and grit as the edge of the whirlwind catches them. (Reflex of 26 and 16 mean they beat all but half non-lethal dmg.) Alexi closes his eyes, while Mikal andJet manage to snap their visors down therby protecting eyes and mouths, but any bare skin feels the sting of debris before the fighters and the cleric are knocked to the ground (Reflex of 12 and13 means half dmg. from flying debris, but 3 pts dmg. from being knocked to the ground). Though he spotted the event in time to warn the others, Caelnen's concern for his mount slows his reaction, and he takes the full brunt of the natural event and is tossed to the ground. (Reflex 8, 6 pts non-lethal and 3 points regular damage.)
Fatine reaches for her dogs for extra support as the mini-twister bears down on her. All three feel the sting of flying grit. Averting their gazes, and bracing themselves with all four feet, Shadow and Cloud resist the storm, however their mistress is not so fortunate as she is swept off her feet by the dust devil. (Reflex of 22 and 25 mean the dogs beat all but 3 pts. non lethal. Fatine's Reflex of 13 means half dmg. from flying debris, but 3 pts dmg. from being knocked to the ground.)
(OOC: Still need Mikal's Fort Save, and Anrete's Reflex Save)
Just as suddenly as it appeared, the whirlwind collapses into nothingness, leaving a little pile of leaves, broken twigs, and small pebbles. Jet is pretty sure the thing was a natural phenomena, a common enough manifestation in dry regions as it were, and Beren finds no hidden enemy.
Though Fatine is anxious to be on the way, Jet suggests a brief respite in order to check on how his comrades are handling the trip. Keela uses the opportunity to fix her hair.
Fatine Highlight to display spoiler: { Having been directed to 'fly high, and fly far' Col indeed flys high, sailing along the updrafts created by the mixing of contrasting temperatures from plateau and valley. The tiny magical beast follows the path of least resistance and wings gently northward looking to 'find dose people what live 'round here'. There isn't much to see other than the occaisinal tiny mammal scurrying from one stunted shrub to another as the shadow of the raven darkens it's path. The bird's natural curiosity, equal to that of it's mistress, leads it to fly onward, and northward as it scans plateau and valley. }
Beren(AC 18, HP -5 non lethal ,23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+5=16 ; d20+9=13 ; d20+9=16 ; Tuesday September 23rd, 2008 9:22:45 AM
Beren is slightly distracted by the whirlwind, but is still able to follow the trail of those who left the body. The whirlwind has wiped some of the tracks, but not all.
"If everyone is okay, let's continue."
Spot 13 listen 16 track 16
Jet d20+3=14 ; d20+3=7 ; Tuesday September 23rd, 2008 10:06:13 AM
OOC So I guess Jet takes 3 pts non lethal damage?
Seeing that injuries are light, he unstraps the barding to Bantom and shakes it out, removing the debris that could cause sores to his beautiful war horse, he then cinches the straps and checks the other horses. He takes some time to water all the mounts as well as himself and asks those with more knowledge then him, "Anyone have an idea how long we will need to travel to find these people? At this rate, we could be to Bryn Baraz before they knew we went through their land."
In the hot sun, Jet continues to attempt to look past the mirages of the heat in a vain attempt to not be surprised.
Listen: 14 Spot: 7
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP29(3)/32), Copper (AC17, HP19(3)/22) d20+5=21 ; d20+4=23 ; d20+3=23 ; Tuesday September 23rd, 2008 11:37:52 AM
Being experienced travelers, the nimble fighter and his mare easily sidestep the dust devil and avoided serious injuries. Having recovered easily from the mini-storm, Anrete glances around for his companions before lending his hand to the fallen elvish archer. After that helping Caelnin to his feet, the wiry human strides over to the tiny lady and offered his help.
"Need a hand, milady?"
======================================= Anrete Ref 21 Copper Ref 23 Survial 23 to find out more on the dust devil
PS: I assume we recieve 3 non-lethal dmg?
Keela Tuesday September 23rd, 2008 2:48:13 PM
Keela flushes a little as she scans the ground for hairpins, holding her hair back out of her face with one hand.
"I--no, that's all right, Fatine. I can just braid it. I should have just braided it. It's just--the hairpins are steel, so they're kind of valuable." Giving up, she straightens with a sigh. "Senna will scold when I tell her."
With deft fingers, she braids her hair to keep it out of her face. She carefully pockets any hairpins she managed to salvage, and reaches for Daisy's reins. She doesn't want to slow the group any. Or, any more.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Tuesday September 23rd, 2008 3:21:07 PM
Fatine gives a snort. "Senna . . . . You be up here riskin' life fer dose peoples, while she be back tendin' to her wagon. Dose people back dere," she jerks a thumb in the general direction of the wagon train, "don' get ta scold people like us."
Turning to one of the dogs, she says, "No! Dat not be right, either. She no need to hear 'bout dat silly stuff."
Looking back at Keela, she smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, sister. Sometime he be a bit pushy. Jus' ignore him."
"We movin' yet?" she calls toward the front of the line.
Caelnin AC:16 HP:18/21 (6 NL) Tuesday September 23rd, 2008 4:46:08 PM
"Thank you Anrete," Caelnin says as Anrete helps him up as he dusts himself off. "I should've been able to see that coming... I should be fine for a bit. Shall we now continue?"
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Anrete: Yeah, you just take the 3 non-lethal damage
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 25/28 -3 nld) d20+1=11 ; d8+1=8 ; d8+1=3 ; Tuesday September 23rd, 2008 8:14:33 PM
Jet can see, Beren is in rough shape, so he sacrifices his Shield of Faith spell for Cure Light Wounds. "This should help you feel better." He looks also to the others and if necessary sacrifices Magic Weapon for Cure Light Wounds to help them also. If anyone else is four or more down in hit points, this is for you. We should be as close to full as possible when we engage them.
Actions: Cast Cure Light Wounds on Beren of 8 damage, bringing him to full again. Cast Cure Light Wounds on ______ of 3 damage.
Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Resistance
+Shield of Faith, Protection from Evil, +Magic Weapon
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:25(23)/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Tuesday September 23rd, 2008 9:57:59 PM
OOC: ok, if I interpret it correctly, this is how I see the dust devil. Alexi has Endurance that gives him a +4 against non-lethal dmg. He rolls a 9 for his Ref save. This means that for the Non-lethal damage part, he makes it, taking 3pts of non-lethal dmg. But for the other part, he fails and falls to the ground taking 3 pts of real damage. Does that make any sense?
Amending previous post with new post: Alexi saw the dust devil coming but instead of ducking, he took hold of several of the spare horses reins to keep them from bolting away. Unable to avoid the dust whirlwind, he's knocked down, partly by the wind, partly by the horses jostling, but keeps his grip on the reins.
Alexi picks himself up from the dust sputtering a bit, and tries to re-orient himself. The sweat he generated was now mud and he felt sticky all over. He takes a couple more swallows of water to wash the dust down.
"Glad that 'thing' didn't hit us on the cliff side," is all he's in the mood to say.
He takes his helmet off and shakes his head and empties some dirt from it. He then helps Jet water the horses and check the saddles.
When jet offers some healing, Alexi gratiously declines. "I'm fine for now, but I hope we don't get any more of these."
OOC: Caelnin can use the 3hps. Also, there was no mention of the horses having to make a save, but I figured that it was because they are large and four-legged, thus heavier and more stable.
Mikal AC18 HP 20/23 d20+4=11 ; Tuesday September 23rd, 2008 10:24:41 PM
OOC: Nice twist on the rolls DM's, I guess us players aren't used to creative uses of saves haha. Fort save: 11 not sure what I need to beat.
Mikal makes a loud sound as he crashes to the ground. Clamoring back up onto his horse he gets his bearings and attempts to regain his composure.
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 25/28 -3 nld) Third post d20+4=11 ; Tuesday September 23rd, 2008 10:32:42 PM
A simple heal check tells Jet, Alexi is down more then he cares to admit.
"You more then us all need to stay near full my friend. If we encounter them and need to do battle, we will depend on you to be up front in the melee."
Jet stresses his point, but does not force the issue if he still declines.
ADM Josh - Subbing for DMs Wednesday September 24th, 2008 2:25:25 AM
Once Jet finished his clerical duties, and the while some of the group come to take a quick break as they were more affected, the group goes on their way to their destination; Fatine and Beren more enthusiastic than the others to move on.
The day moves slowly for the group, with nothing much to see except a few very small shrubs and the hot air shimmering in the daylight. While the group has walked a few miles, a slight feeling of lightheadedness washes over Mikal as the heat starts to get to him. (Take 2 points of non-lethal damage as per prior post)
With the landscape barren, there is no-where to hide, or even take a nice break from the harshness of the desert sun.
Survival DC 15 Highlight to display spoiler: {You can feel the temperature decreasing a few degrees as you move on}
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+5=25 ; d20+5=18 ; d20+9=22 ; d20+9=21 ; Wednesday September 24th, 2008 9:28:55 AM
OOC--I didn't think Beren was that bad off with only-5 non lethal, but thanks anyway Jet!
Beren nods to jet in acknowledgement of the healing, but the ranger does not say anything.
He checks to make sure they are still on the correct trail. The tracks of those the group are following stand out clearly to is practiced eye. (track 25)
He then notices that the temperature is actually beginning to drop. He has heard that high deserts can get quite cold at night. (survival 18)
"I know it is hot now, but we should prepare for a cool evening.
He remains alert watching for signs of trouble.
spot 22 listen 21
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 25/28 -3 nld) Third post d20+7=12 ; Wednesday September 24th, 2008 12:30:06 PM
"Non lethal damage can still bring you down in battle and we need to stay on our toes the best we can."
The fighter/priest plods along behind all the others, occassionally having Bantom step to the left or right to avoid the waste of the animals in front of him. He has no idea about what others may know, but he takes the wilderness knowledgable ranger at his words with a nod of acknowledgement.
"Maybe we should start gathering some wood on this journey. Shrubs won't burn long, but we have pack horses to carry what we gather for the nights, we will be dealing with at least two of them, if we don't get back to the train in time, there may be many more, or none at all."
Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Resistance +Shield of Faith, Protection from Evil, +Magic Weapon
Keela Wednesday September 24th, 2008 12:45:45 PM
Keela doesn't know anything about the desert, but trusts to the wisdom of those who do. She helps look for firewood as they travel, and generally tries to stay out of the way and not be a bother.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 11/14(2nonlethal)] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Wednesday September 24th, 2008 2:13:03 PM
trying to fix header to properly show HP.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 11/14(2nonlethal)] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Wednesday September 24th, 2008 2:15:45 PM
Fatine, likewise, stays out of the way for the most part, riding her horse along the path. If asked, she helps gather wood when needed.
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 (6 NL) d20+8=13 ; d20+7=24 ; Wednesday September 24th, 2008 5:33:26 PM
"Thanks for the healing.... I needed that" Caelnin says to Jet once they have moved off.
Once Beren says the temperature is dropping and it might be a good idea to look for some fire wood, Caelnin looks around for anything that might be of use.
Spot: 13 Listen: 24
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:25(23)/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) d20+1=7 ; d20+1=15 ; d20+4=6 ; d20+5=23 ; Wednesday September 24th, 2008 7:11:23 PM
OOC: HP dmg ratio, I figured Caelnin was worse off than Alexi, and the non-lethal dmg is recovered 1hp per hour, which we should be able to recover over night, if it doesn't snow, or pelt us with hail. :)
IC: Alexi is not too proud to accept healing when he needs it, but getting knocked to the ground by a whirlwind didn't quite fit his idea of needing the healing just yet.
"I understand, Jet. Perhaps if I start feeling dizzy from the heat I'll take you up on it, but I think Caelnin has fared as bad as I at least. I'll be fine, just as long as I remember to drink plenty of water. I've been through this type of hazard many times, it's just that I've been lazying around for a few months," he adds with a grin.
The few degrees of temperature change is not perceived by the fighter, but the words of the ranger encourages him a bit. "Not a bad idea, to keep warm, but let's make it as small as we dare." Alexi alternates looking for firewood and dangers as they move along.
Alexi Spot d20+1=7 (so much for finding firewood), Listen d20+1=15 (at least he can hear the firewood if it moves)
Lobo Spot d20+4=6 (lobo doesn't see any firewood either), Listen d20+5=23 (just wait until one pesky firewood dares to move, he'll hear it!)
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP29(3)/32), Copper (AC17, HP19(3)/22) d20+3=6 ; Thursday September 25th, 2008 1:06:58 AM
Indured to the extreme climate, Anrete did not notice the temperature change and continue pressing on. But taking note of Beren's suggestion, the human warrior kept an look out for potential firewoods.
ADM Josh - Subbing for DMs Thursday September 25th, 2008 8:29:06 AM
(OOC: Sorry for the late-ish reply.... Kinda had to graduate from high school.... and go to the ceremony...)
As Beren notices the temperature dropping, the rest of the group try to find some firewood for the cold desert night. As Caelnin looks around, he notices down the valley is a clear path that the whoever and whatever wanted to go down there could easily.
Having covered several miles, the caravan has long ago left behind. The sun sinks, as per Beren's prediction, sinking slowly into the purple mountains. Slowly but surely, the sun disappears, making it difficult for some of the members to the group to see in the dim light.
Mikal AC18 HP 18/23 2pts non-lethal d20+5=22 ; Thursday September 25th, 2008 8:29:28 AM
Mikal take off his helmet in an attempt to cool himself off a bit.
"This heat is prety bad. Looks like it's cooling down though. Hopefully we won't have to walk much further'
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=28 ; d3=3 ; d20+9=25 ; d20+5=10 ; Thursday September 25th, 2008 9:39:48 AM
Beren looks for a suitable camping spot, and suggests that they make camp quickly. He offers to take the midle night shift on watch, and then goes about making a sparse camp with just a handful size fire, enough to warm some water, but with wood ready to bring the blaze up higher if needed for light or heat.
spot 28 listen 25
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 25/28 -3 nld) d20+3=9 ; d3=2 ; d20+3=18 ; Thursday September 25th, 2008 2:49:13 PM
Jet really isn't ready to stop, but he can see the exhaustion from the heat that didn't effect him, has others, so he reluctantly stops when beren finds a camp spot. he helps set up camp and prepares his own bedroll, pulling his chain shirt out for when he is ready for sleep.
"Well, if we don't get a visit from them while we camp, I might just be tempted to open this keg of ale I brought for them, in the morning."
Jet prepares for first watch.
Listen: 9 Spot: 18
Keela Thursday September 25th, 2008 4:01:55 PM
Keela doesn't know much about camping out in the rough like this, but she has willing hands and is good at following directions. She helps as best she can, and stays out of the way when she can't help.
She volunteers for first or last watch, wherever she is needed.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 11/14(2nonlethal)] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Thursday September 25th, 2008 5:28:30 PM
Once the group stops, Fatine makes a sparse meal for her dogs, then paces back and forth, searching the sky for Col. She whistles for the bird a few times, hoping he can hear her. Otherwise, she munches on a bit of hard tack, and makes sure her dogs are comfortable.
Once camp is set and dinner is through she takes out her small cauldron and sets some water to brewing. She next makes a rather obvious show of setting out and lighting some candles and muttering something or other over the cauldron. If anyone asks, she explains quietly, "If dey be 'savages,' like dat wagonmaster say, dey prolly know my magic. Maybe dey be more willing to meet if'n dey see we be more like dem. Or, maybe dey wonder what be goin' on, an' tink twice 'bout attackin' us tonight."
She casts prestidigitation, and causes a few minor effects about her cauldron, such as flashes of light and a bit of billowing smoke. A few times, she reaches into the cauldron to produce a small trinket or other created by the spell, examines it, then lays it near the edge of the camp.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:25(23)/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) d20+1=21 ; d20+1=12 ; Thursday September 25th, 2008 6:08:38 PM
OOC: So how far did we really go? We were all horseback. 'Several miles' doesn't seem all that far on horseback. I was under the impression we hit the top of the mesa around mid morning or around noon. So we traveled horseback some 6 hours or more. Is that somewhere in the ball park?
IC: Alexi is glad to finally reach a point to stop and camp. While a small fire is being prepared, he takes the spare horses and hobbles them, finding rocks big enough to tie the ropes to. Once the spare ones are taken care of, he takes care of the party's horses in the same manner.
"Let's keep a special vigilant eye on the horses. These people probably highly value horses. And I don't want to walk back."
He throws his bedroll out near the horses, close to Lobo.
Alexi takes the second watch and patrols around the horses, paying close attention to their movements and behavior.
Spot d20+1=21, Listen d20+1=12
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 25/28 -3 nld) Second Post d20+5=18 ; Thursday September 25th, 2008 7:27:09 PM
Jet tells Alexi, "Good point." and gives Bantom the command "Defend!"
He now is secure, if someone attempted to make off with that mighty steed, they will be dealing with a demon on four legs, which will hopefully wake the rest of the group up.
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 (6 NL) d20+7=26 ; d20+8=22 ; Thursday September 25th, 2008 9:29:48 PM
OOC: Okay, it's more than 'several' miles. But yeah, Alexi is right.
Caelnin watches the proceedings, intrigued by what Fatine is doing. "Cool..." is all that comes out as he gets ready for one of the watches.
Listen: 28 Spot: 22
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP29(3)/32), Copper (AC17, HP19(3)/22) d20+3=19 ; d20+3=14 ; d20+7=23 ; Thursday September 25th, 2008 10:06:36 PM
Taking out his collection of pots and pans, spices and herbs from Copper's saddlebag, Anrete soon has a tasty looking stew with bits of leftover meat steaming in the cold evening air.
"Dinner's ready!"
The pale faced barbarian chef announces as he dares anyone to approach with his wicked-looking ladle.
ADM Josh - Subbing for DMs Friday September 26th, 2008 3:35:23 AM
Everyone over conscious of what might happen if the other side attack, they do the best they can to protect or bluff the natives of the lands.
While Chef Anrete cooks, Fatine tries to bluff the natives if there were anyone watching with some tricks up her sleeve. Caelnin watches in amazement as she plays around with the water and produces a small object once in a while.
Jet and Alexi start to protect the bargaining tools, the horses and most of all, the horses that the adventurers are using themselves.
Keela not quite sure how to handle this groups camp standard stays back and watches, helping Beren fix some stuff up when she is asked to do so.
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The night is uneventful and everyone wakes up refreshed and happy. As the group moves off further into the desert...
DC 25 Listen to be able to Highlight to display spoiler: {hear the drone of drums coming from the distance.}
Fatine to Highlight to display spoiler: {You can feel a big sense of excitement coming from the direction that you are headed.}
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 25/28 -3 nld) Second Post d20+3=11 ; d20+3=14 ; Friday September 26th, 2008 9:40:14 AM
Jey wakes up and toasts the god that day, preparing his spells, then gets the horses ready for another day in the heat.
He is unaware of what might be happening, that might be seen or heard by others.
Listen: 11 Spot: 14
Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Resistance Shield of Faith, Protection from Evil, Enlarge Person
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=10 ; d20+9=28 ; d20+5=12 ; Friday September 26th, 2008 10:25:34 AM
Beren hears the slight sound of drumming coming from the distance. It seemed to come to him almost through the ground as he slept. When he rises in the morning, he tells the others of this new occurrence.
He finds the tracks the next morning, in spite of the fact that winds and weather have made them more difficult to see.
"It sounds like they are expecting company. Let's not disappoint them.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] d20+5=22 ; d20+11=14 ; d20+11=24 ; Friday September 26th, 2008 5:00:37 PM
DM Highlight to display spoiler: { "Excitement" meaning a positive or negative feeling? That seems like it could be excitement like, "this looks interesting," or excitement like, "Crap, they're going to eat me." Or can't Fatine tell?}
As the group begins to make to make way, Fatine comments, "Dat silly bird o' mine be all skittery 'bout someting. I don' know if'n he be scared, or happy. But ol' Fatine bets dis day be more fun dan yesterday." She chuckles loudly, then grabs her wand and taps herself with it. Frowning, she repeats the process, then puts the wand away satisfied.
Action: use wand of mage armor
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 d20+7=17 ; Friday September 26th, 2008 7:05:51 PM
Caelnin doesn't hear the drums, but believes Beren and gets ready for the day by sharpening his longsword, preparing his bow. and making sure that Huetheira is having a good time as well.
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Fatine Highlight to display spoiler: {It's a happy excitement}
DM Bob and Carla (addendum) Friday September 26th, 2008 10:36:48 PM Thanks, Josh, for filling in while we were gone....
Recap...:
The valley had provided some degree of protection from the more severe elements of nature in this new land. Now, having ventured beyond the shelter provided by the steep walls, the group is exposed to some of the natural hazards of the rgion.
In order to follow the tracks made by the natives who left a grizzly warning in an attempt to scare the settlers, the party climbs a narrow and steep path. The higher they climb, the hotter it gets, until they emerge onto a dry, rocky, sun-baked plateau where only scrubby shrubs, and dry grasses have found purchase. While the party examines the tracks made by the natives, who appear to now be on horseback, they experience aweather effect or 'dust devil'.
Having experienced what nature can dole out, the party decides to follow the tracks to the north. Anxious that all are at their fighting best, Jet tends to the cuts and bruises of those slightly wounded by nature's little devil.
As the group plods north along the path made by those who went before them, the heat makes the air shimmer, and there are occasional whirls of dust, but no further challenges for the party. Many miles are covered, and the caravan is far behind, safely camped in the valley below. The sun starts to descend, sinking slowly behind the purple mountains. The only shadows are those of scrubby shrubs and the occaisional large rock or bolder. There really isn't anything to hide behind. However, the core branches of some of the bushes might yeild enough fuel for a camp fire.
....and adjustment (rewind)
After a time, the dim light makes visibility a bit of a challenge. If the group conitnues, it will eventually beome dark and there will be the chance of getting lost in the dark.
With maybe 1 hour before it will be too dark to see without a light, Beren locates a spot where a small cluster of rocks might provide a little shelter for a camp site. Jet isn't quite ready to settle in for the night, but his thoughts turn to the keg of ale he is transporting. Anrete volunteers to cook up a meal, while Keela volunteers to do whatever needs doing. Fatine looks for the raven, absent for so very long, and is able to spot a dark shape flying in swooping circles against the deepening sky. Highlight to display spoiler: {(Fatine shares a sense of excitement through the empathic link with the small magical beast. The creature is definitely excited, in a positive way, about something. The witch also senses that Col is torn between staying where he is, and returning to his mistress!)}
Beren's acute elvish ears pick up a deep reverberating sound. He alerts his companions and points northward, in the direction of the drumming, speculating that they might be expected. (Spot vs DC 10 Highlight to display spoiler: Highlight to display spoiler: { to see a light or lights maybe a mile ahead.)}
With about 1 hour before it will be too dark to see without a source of light, does the party make camp or press on?
(OOC: Next DM Post will be Monday p.m. to provide a fair opportunity for a mutually agreeable decision.-DM Carla)
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) d20+1=13 ; d20+5=19 ; Friday September 26th, 2008 11:33:09 PM
OOC: I do believe we recover all our non-lethal as well as real damage with an overnight's rest.
DC25 listen d20+1=13, Lobo d20+5=19 (I'm checking for Lobo 'cause Alexi might see his reaction to unusual noise)
IC: Alexi awakens somewhat refreshed, although he would have liked to have had time to thoroughly clean his gear from the dirt and dust.
He checks his gear for any unwanted criters before putting stuff away and then ckecks on the horses before breakfast. When Beren mentions about drums, Alexi first thinks he's hearing Keela's heart beat in anxiety, or Fatine's in excitement. He laughs quietly about that, knowing that it could be hoofbeats or, as he believes, actual drums.
Either way, he makes sure his white flag is fluttering in the next-to nothing breeze and that the horses are ready to go, saddles all tightened appropriately with no debri under the saddle blankets.
Keela d20+2=5 ; Sunday September 28th, 2008 12:20:54 PM
Keela sees nothing in the distance [Spot 5], and is concerned with the growing dark.
"We should make camp," she says. "There's no telling what we might stumble into in the dark."
[OOC: The way I'm reading the DM post, it is still night; it is not yet morning.]
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:25(23)/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) d20+1=12 ; Sunday September 28th, 2008 4:43:25 PM
OOC: I just noticed that the DM's posted simul with mine. I'll repost.
Spot DC10 d20+1=12 IC: Alexi is glad to finally reach a point to stop and camp. Seing the light in the distance, it's just as well they camped. "Looks like we are getting close, or they are getting close. Either way, I'd rather meet them in the light, keep from mis-understanding anything. Let's camp here."
While a small fire is being prepared, he takes the spare horses and hobbles them, finding rocks big enough to tie the ropes to. Once the spare ones are taken care of, he takes care of the party's horses in the same manner.
"Let's keep a special vigilant eye on the horses. These people probably highly value horses. And I don't want to walk back."
He throws his bedroll out near the horses, close to Lobo.
Alexi takes the second watch and patrols around the horses, paying close attention to their movements and behavior.
Alexi sugests settle down for camp, making as little light as possible.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 11/14, 3 nonlethal] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] d20+4=8 ; Sunday September 28th, 2008 10:50:18 PM
"Dat silly bird o' mine be happy 'bout someting. He don' wanna come back to me," grumbles Fatine. "He not feel far away. I say we move on a little. If'n I need to use my magic to bring him back, it gonna hurt me bad, put me out for most o' dee next day it will. Why not we try to find dese people? Col seems happy to be near dem. I don' get a sense dere be any danger."
[spot 8]
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP29(3)/32), Copper (AC17, HP19(3)/22) d20+3=11 ; Monday September 29th, 2008 5:06:15 AM
Noticing the fires, Anrete remarks, "It isn't really wise to approach a camp in the night, particularly if they might treat us as hostile. But perhaps, a couple of us can approach stealthly and observe if the camp is hostile or otherwise, before making a decision?"
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 25/28 -3 nld) Monday September 29th, 2008 6:16:53 AM
Jet lets the others talk about what it is they want to do. "We stay together! You were all Hades bent on making sure no one came alone, and that's how it's going to stay. If Mikal could cast an Augury or something to determine if it's a wise course, that would be great but no sneaking around what could be possible allies and ruining what chance we have of that with suspicion."
(ooc: Mikal. you capable of such?)
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=13 ; d20+9=19 ; Monday September 29th, 2008 9:25:54 AM
Beren nods inagreement as the others talk of waiting until morning, and shakes his head in a negative to the suggestion of spying on this group.
"Set our watches, two to a watch, with one by the horses. It would be better to encounter strangers in the light of day."
spot 13 listen 19
Fatine [AC 16, HP 11/14, 3 nonlethal] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Monday September 29th, 2008 5:54:35 PM
Fatine sighs. "We no need to sneak. We just walk up and say hi. You men always make tings more hard dan dey need ta be!"
Holding out a hand, she starts ticking off points as she raises fingers. "We hear dem close by." A finger goes up. "We see fires up dee way." A second finger. "Col be real happy 'bout someting, an' he don' get happy when dere be danger about." A third finger.
"Now, we either headin' off ta die, or gonna walk into a nice party. Whatever one it be, why no get it over wit' now and stop dawdling?"
DM Bob and Carla Monday September 29th, 2008 9:58:55 PM Jet listens as each member of the party voices their opinion on whether to proceed into the night or make camp. Not too keen on stumbling around in the dark, Keela likes the idea of making camp. Though he spotted what appear to be campfires up ahead, Alexi is of the opinion that it would be better manners to call on the strangers during the day. Anrete agrees, but suggests that maybe they might learn something from a little 'sneak and peek'. Beren endorses the idea of making camp, but negates the idea of a night time mission.
Only Fatine grumbles at missing the party, but she is outnumbered, unless you count Col. The raven returns to his mistress, though, the witch can sense ambivalence from the bird. Fatine notices Highlight to display spoiler: { the bird shows no interest in any food being prepared at the camp site.}.
Camp is made, and only the smallest of fires created. The horses are hobbled, with the plain beasts leashed loosely together and left to graze on the tufts of early grass that dot the area. Those that belong to the party members get a little extra attention from their riders. Inspired, Anrete concocts a tasty meal for his companions, while the order of the watches is settled. Jet nixes the idea of any late night reconnaissance, and makes sure the party stays together. Alexi and Beren ensure the horses in particular are well guarded.
In the morning the last watch points out a spot to the north, where the path seems to swerve farther from the side of the valley, and where the grasses grow a little taller and the shrubs reach the height of a man. A small rise in the land, a step up to another plateau, offers a bit of shelter to a small grouping of dome like structures.
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=28 ; d20+9=18 ; Tuesday September 30th, 2008 9:18:57 AM
"I think we have found our visitors."
Beren points to the huts on the horizon. He prepares himself for whatever may come, trying not to look to overtly hostile, while still being prepared.
spot 28 listen 18
Fatine [AC 16, HP 11/14, 3 nonlethal] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Tuesday September 30th, 2008 1:10:34 PM
Waking up, Fatine looks where Beren points and frowns. "Dey prolly dee ones what fed my bird last night. Silly crow, stuffed hisself full o' someting out dere."
She makes a quick meal for her dogs, tidies up her skirts, and is ready to go.
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 28/28) Tuesday September 30th, 2008 3:01:18 PM
Jet saddles Bantom, and with disappointment resecures the keg of ale he brought, onto the backs of one of the horses, "Let see if they are willing to talk today, or if it's their intention to lead us around in the hot sun again."
Jet seems to be losing his patience with these people and if they continue to avoid those sent to talk with them, then to Hades with their laws."
Keela Tuesday September 30th, 2008 3:52:21 PM
Keela prepares herself and Daisy with special care, since it may be important to make a good impression. She braids her hair into a single neat plait, and braids an extra ribbon or two into Daisy's mane.
She makes sure her clothes are tidy, and carefully blacks the scuffs on her boots so they won't show.
She mounts Daisy and prepares to follow the others, rehearsing in her head the things she might say. If these strangers speak Common, that is.
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 Tuesday September 30th, 2008 8:09:50 PM
"We're nearing the confrontation. Better get ready somehow...." Caelnin says as he gets Huetheria ready for the journey ahead making sure that everything on her is somewhat allowable for an adventurer like him.
He thinks of getting hie bow ready, but the very high likelyhood of them being watched is high and gets he keeps his sling close, just in case.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Tuesday September 30th, 2008 9:39:47 PM
OOC: I do believe we recover all our non-lethal as well as real damage with an overnight's rest. If I'm wrong, let us know.
IC: As the group gathers to observe the dome-like structures, Alexi comments, "Looks like a rather permanent settlement. Must be some good water over there. Got some grass too. However, it may be just a clan, part of a larger group."
Alexi turns away and gets the gift horses ready, then their horses. He makes sure his white silken flag is attached properly. After a bite to eat, and everyone is ready to move on, he says, "Well, let's go make some friends. Mikal, you got a prayer for us before we head out?"
DM Bob and Carla Tuesday September 30th, 2008 10:44:42 PM
The party prepares itself for negotiations or confrontation. Horses are saddled, animals fed, flags of truce raised, and offerings of ale readied. There are no overt signs of any preparations being made in the settlement to the north.
The grasses and shrubs that grow in the dry soil move gently in the light breeze of the early morning. As the adventurers venture north, the odd murmer of voices drifts towards them from the camp, but still there are no signs that their presence atop the mesa has been noticed.
The party is now within a quarter mile of the encampment. The grasses are higher and thicker, brushing the bellies of the horses as they pass. The structures that appeared as domes from a distance are now recognizable as roughly circular tents with vertical walls and a slightly domed top. A few figures can be seen going about what appear to be routine chores. A lone figure with white flowing hair rises and looks southward towards the adventurers.
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP29(3)/32), Copper (AC17, HP19(3)/22) Wednesday October 1st, 2008 1:29:18 AM
Anrete halts. "Perhaps we should stop and show that we are not hostile?" The fighter remarks and he indicates at the distant figure with a slight tilt of his head.
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=27 ; d3=1 ; d20+9=21 ; Wednesday October 1st, 2008 11:59:55 AM
"We bear the white flag of truce. Send it forward slightly with two or three, and wait to be invited in."
Beren sits his horse quietly. His bow lies alongside his leg under his cloak. Two arrows sit in his other hand, also under his cloak. Be peaceful, but be prepared.
spot 27 listen 21
Keela Wednesday October 1st, 2008 3:38:58 PM
Keela studies the person who is looking at the party, wondering if she should raise a hand in greeting. It seems awfully forward. But a nod wouldn't register at this distance.
She glances around at her companions for some kind of clue. If none is forthcoming, she bows from the waist, in the direction of the figure, hoping the gesture doesn't look too foolish on horseback.
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 28/28) d20+3=10 ; d3=2 ; d20+3=20 ; Wednesday October 1st, 2008 3:41:54 PM
Jet isn't one to let others do what should be done, so he begins trotting off toward the figure watching the group. He doesn't give any commands or comments, he figures the others will do what they want to anyway.
As he gets closer he slaps his mailed chest open handed and raises his palm up toward the figure in acknowledgement to his being seen, then waves for some form of parley.
Listen: 10 Spot: 20
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Wednesday October 1st, 2008 5:28:48 PM
While Jet rides forward, Fatine sits on her horse and waits for direction or inspiration.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Wednesday October 1st, 2008 8:26:03 PM
Alexi notices the tall grass and frowns. Perfect ambush stuff, this is, he ponders. The likelyhood of beeing seen before they get too close is a comfort, when it appears someone from the camp stands and looks their direction.
As Alexi nods agreement with Beren, Jet trots off. Alexi follows right behind. White flag fluttering in the breeze. "I hope they have the same notion of what the symbol of the white flag means as we do," he mutters.
He stops alongside of Jet when Jet stops and waves.
"Jet, don't forget to smile, ya hear?" he chuckles as they await a response.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Wednesday October 1st, 2008 8:28:38 PM
P.S. I noticed Anrete is still recording damage for himself and Copper. I think all damage would be healed by the night's rest, right?
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 d20+7=23 ; d20+8=28 ; Wednesday October 1st, 2008 8:31:22 PM
Caelnin stays back, watching what is happening. His unusual features might hinder their progress. He sits back, quietly until something happens.
Listen: 23 Spot: 28
Mikal AC18 HP 18/23 2pts non-lethal d20+3=15 ; d20+3=23 ; Wednesday October 1st, 2008 11:35:33 PM
Mikal keeps an eye out and watches for danger.
OOC: Spot 15, Listen 23
DM Bob and Carla Thursday October 2nd, 2008 12:52:18 AM
The party moves a little closer to the encampment and get a better view of things. The tent-like structures, maybe half a dozen, are large, and well established as are some of the other fixtures of the encampment, giving it a semi-permanent appearance. Regardless, it appears to have been a recently established settlement.
Anrete inclines his head in an attempt to single out the white haired man looking southward in the direction of the party, and reminds his companions to avoid appearing hostile.
Drawing attention to the group's white flag, Beren none the less leaves nothing to chance, keeping two arrows at hand.
Keela attempts a gesture of respect, while Fatine and Caelnin pull up with the rest of the party.
Jet separates himself from the group, with Alexi in attendance. The two fighters ride bravely forward. The fighter/cleric waves an open palm, showing he bears to weapon, while the white silk banner flies from the Fist's lance.
Activity at the camp ceases, as those going about routine chores stop and watch the progress of the foremost two approaching the seemingly unguarded entrance of the encampment. The visible population appears mostly young adults, and mostly male. The white haired male stands out as somewhat aged, and a young female stands close to him. A handful of youngsters scatter, two seeking refuge behind another female tending a cooking fire. The population as a whole are revealed to have brown skin, and long hair that ranges from black to dark brown, with the exception of the elder. Slightly pointed ears, and subtly almond shaped eyes give the appearance of elven blood, though the height and weight reveal the racial traits of humans. The dress is simple animal skin, although there is evidence of woven items of apparel as well.
As the foremost riders draw closer, they see the elder's face is turned up to feel the sun and wind, but it is unclear if he is looking at Jet and Alexi or the group, or at something else.
Mikal, Beren and Caelnin are unable to see anything in the grasses on either side of the party, but they are pretty sure they hear low whispering. The words are hard to make out at first, but as their ears become more attuned to the sounds, the elves make out that the speakers are using a dialect of the elfish language that is rarely heard spoken, and then, only by ancient magikers when casting the old magics. Mikal, Beren and Caelnin, (and anyone who rolls Listen vs DC 20 and understands Elfish Highlight to display spoiler: {(...the code of the ancients....honour....a shaman rides with them!...watch that one, he hides something...)}
Tall and lithe, a man steps from the grasses to stand a few paces in front of Jet and Alexi. His dark hair is tied behind his head and he carries a bow loosely in one hand, his quiver brimming with arrows with quills of many colours. He raises a hand to the foremost riders, palm out and fingers splayed. Mankoi naa lle sinoma, ohtaris?*
*Elvish translation Highlight to display spoiler: {'Why are you here, warriors?'}
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=26 ; d20+9=25 ; Thursday October 2nd, 2008 9:27:05 AM
Beren sits up straighter as he hears the whispered conversations coming from the grass nearby. In one slow fluid motion, trying to show no hostility, he takes off his cloak and hood, not only revealing his elvish heritage, but then replacing the arrows in his hand in the quiver on his back, his bow sliding into the sheath alongside his horse. He then speaks loudly in the elvish dialect that he hears.
"Warriors, we are come in peace to talk."
spot 26 listen 25
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 28/28) d20+1=2 ; d20+3=4 ; d20+3=4 ; Thursday October 2nd, 2008 1:46:07 PM
Jet does not make any aggressive movements with the sudden appearence of the warrior in front of him, but he does not like the fact he is also left out of the conversation, "My name is Jet Stormway, banner bearer for the wagon train heading to an out post named Bryn Baraz. Do you or someone else in your village speak the common tongue?"
He pulls off his wine skin and takes a long gulp before handing it toward the elvish warrior. Not knowing their customs, he's just as ready to pull his sword and start wading through these thinly armored natives if things turn bad for them.
He may as well belch as loud as he can and follow it up with raising a butt cheek from the saddle to release furrther gas.
Keela Thursday October 2nd, 2008 4:32:19 PM
Keela waits where she is, aware that the wrong move at the wrong time could cause trouble.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) d20=9 ; Thursday October 2nd, 2008 6:06:50 PM
Alexi is not surprized by the appearance of the warrior from the grass. He'd just had thoughts of how easy it would be to ambush them from the tall grass. His instincts were correct in thinking they would be watched much closer than one could detect. That, of course was no real consolation.
'Hmmm...', he pondered. 'Must learn to speak orcish AND elven.'
Alexi concentrates on relaxing and letting Jet do the talking, but he thinks they'll more likely need Beren or Caelnin up there. After Jet makes his offer, Alexi bows very low in the saddle and remains that way for a few moments.
OOC: don't know if this will help, but I'll try. Dipl DC10 (Aid Another) d20 = 9. Er, nope. No help there. Sorry.
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 d20+7=10 ; d4=2 ; d20+8=13 ; d20=17 ; Thursday October 2nd, 2008 9:04:32 PM
Noticing that they are of his kind, he tries to step up to the plate, as he hears the what seems like the elder speak his words.
In elfish, Caelnin says "We are here to speak about the future plans between you, the natives of the land, and the upcoming settlement of Bryn Baryaz. We mean no harm and come in peace, but is there any way we can talk in private?"
(If needed... Diplomacy 17)
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) d20+3=7 ; d20+3=14 ; d20+4=17 ; Thursday October 2nd, 2008 11:57:35 PM
Anrete gave an amused look but said nothing, as he observes the nomads.
============================================== Spot 7 Listen 14 Knowledge(Local) 17: Know more about the nomads
DM Bob and Carla Friday October 3rd, 2008 12:10:14 AM
The party becomes aware that their movements are being watched by natives of the area hiding in the tall grass. Though they can not be seen, they can be heard.
Jet and Alexi respond to the young male who has stopped their progress. Not fully understanding what he is saying, they address him plainly in the common language with a message of peace. Sensing he might be of some help to his companions, Caelnin rides forward and addresses the man in elfish, suggesting a private meeting for the group.
Beren carefully brushes his cloak back, and stores his arrows, while Keela and Anrete makes no movement, but study the strangers.
The white haired elder joins the dark haired man at the entrance of the encampment, while the pretty woman stays behind.
In heavily accented Common the dark haired man volunteers, "I am Muata, son of Dasan. My people have low speech. It was the way of the Yaaraerea* to know all manner of tongues, and pass them down to the people." Muata studies the group, then placing his fingers to his mouth; he makes a piercing whistle sound. A dozen warriors step from the grasses to flank the mounted group and their horses. "My men will take the animals. You will enter the camp on foot. We will speak of the Aeir Spangaerea** and this place you call Bryn Baraz."
The party get the general feeling that most of the individuals are indifferent to their presence, or maybe a little curious. There is however a small current of unfriendliness and even hostility amongst the group as a whole.
*elfish for Anciaent Ones *elfish for Short Bearded Ones
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=11 ; d20+9=21 ; Friday October 3rd, 2008 9:14:09 AM
Beren keeps his face shield in place as he dismounts.
"Red, go with these men."
He does take his bow with him, but leaves it at his side, arrows in the quiver. For now, he deems it best that Caelnin, or one of the others speak with the natives. He was shunned by his own people for his disfigurement, as they thought it was a curse from the gods. Who knows what these people would think?
HIs eyes are on the chieftan, but his ears are keyed for what is happening around him.
Spot 9 Listen 21
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) Friday October 3rd, 2008 10:05:19 AM
Giving a nonchalant shrug, Anrete easily leaps off Copper and gave the approaching warriors a word of caution. "My mare is battle trained."
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Friday October 3rd, 2008 4:13:00 PM
When the warriors pop out of the grass, Fatine gives a start, then laughs. "Why you no warn me, silly bird??" she scolds the crow.
She allows her horse to be taken, but commands her dogs to heel.
If the villagefolk protest at the dogs following her, she asks one of her elven-speaking comrades to explain that the dogs won't take kindly to being led by a stranger, but that she will bring them wherever directed and command them to stay there.
Walking with the others, she asks Col, "So, bird. Which o' dese folk fatted you up last night, hmm?"
Keela Friday October 3rd, 2008 5:15:32 PM
With considerably less grace than Anrete, Keela eases out of the saddle and lowers herself to the ground. Daisy is a big horse, so it's a long way.
Once her boots are on the ground, she catches up Daisy's reins and hands them off to one of the waiting villagers. She gives Daisy a farewell pat before moving to follow her companions.
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 28/28) Friday October 3rd, 2008 6:52:23 PM
Jet looks them over. He doesn't like unfriendly people. In fact, nothing pleases him more them smashing an unfreindly person right in the mouth with a large, gnarled fist.
"Muata, son of Dasan, before I hand to your warriors my best friend, I will hear from your lips he will be well treated, fed and watered." Jet will wait until he hears such words before he pats Bantom on the neck. With slow, deliberate movements, he goes to the pack horse carrying what Jet feels is a treasure chest, and with his large shoulders pulls the keg of ale into a position he can carry the brew before he follows the leader. He neither smiles nor growls, this is business and people have died over business. Jet thinks to himself, No time to intimidate or bluff now, I had hoped we could have spoke to someone before we became surrounded.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Friday October 3rd, 2008 9:02:22 PM
As Jet gets the keg, Alexi speaks, articulating as best he can, "We bring various gifts, we hope they are to your liking."
Alexi dismounts and as he hands the reigns over to a warrior, he tells the chief, "Tell your warriors that some of our horses are well trained in battle and don't like strangers. They should be careful." Then to the warrior receiving the reins he says, "This is Lobo. It means 'Wolf' in some languages'. Treat him well, he'll treat you well."
Alexi then awaits Jet's lead and follows him.
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 Friday October 3rd, 2008 9:43:19 PM
"You must promise me to take care of Huetheria. A good friend to me, and should be nice to you." He says to the warriors as he catches up to the group.
Taking his first steps into an elfish community in a long time, Caelnin feels somewhat nervous. After the fight with his father, he has never felt comfortable in a community filled with elves.
He looks over his shoulder to see a father and his son staring at the group of adventurers that have walked into the camp both holding a bow and Caelnin smiles for a moment then quickly turns away. His memories of his father come flooding back and he just keeps on walking, trying to keep those memories from coming. What's in the past is past and never will come back.
DM Bob and Carla Monday October 6th, 2008 1:09:43 AM
The group dismounts under the watchful eyes of the warriors, and the growing number of curious folks from the encampment who crowd behind the white haired elder, and Dasan. As the horses are lead away, Dasan announces, "the animals will be cared for, and returned when you have the need."
The number of warriors is reduced, as several are required to deal with the horses. Those that remain outnumber the party, but not by many. Careful observation reveals the company is mostly male; however there are a few females amongst the group. They, along with their leader, are all young adults, not much older than the members of the party.
As Jet shoulders his barrel, and Alexi makes mention of gifts the remaining warriors form around the visitors. Dasan leads the party across the threshold of the encampment as the elder stands passively by, observing each member of the group. No word is said about the party's weapons or armour, and no one blinks an eye when Fatine's dogs remain at her side. Col turns his head and averts eye contact with his mistress, but as the group troops by the corner of the old man's lips curl up for but a moment as he rasps out a welcome, "nae saian lumme mellon,*" followed by an silent wheeze that could be a laugh.
The encampment is made up of a half dozen dome-like structures. Each appears to have a circular wooden frame carrying a cover of woven fabrics and hide. The frame consists of one or more lattice wall-sections, a door-frame, roof poles and a crown lashed together with leather strips. The structure is kept under compression by the weight of the covers.
Dasan leads the group across the bare central space, and towards what appears to be the largest yurt-like structure. The external covering is decorated with images, symbols, and what appears to be lettering.
*It has been too long, friend.
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 28/28) d20+3=11 ; d20+3=5 ; d20+3=8 ; d20+1=2 ; Monday October 6th, 2008 9:15:35 AM
Jet is not offended at the fact no one takes him up on a drink. That's just more for himself, in his opinion. He attempts to sense the motives of the others also, on if this is a trap or if they plan on taking all the horses as their own, but rather then dwell on it, he looks to Fatine and bows his head as if to say, :You're on".
He gestures to Alexi to keep the white flag as jet removes the banner from the spear and places the weapon with the others in his saddle built for battle. He once again wraps it around his neck allowing it to hang down his back.
He does not sit unless offered one and is sure to allow the elder and spokesperson to seat themselves first, hoping no action is an insult. Looking around, he watches for any other macabre signs of trouble, like skinless orc heads or other trophies that may have been taken from intelligent opponents.
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+9=17 ; d20+9=10 ; Monday October 6th, 2008 9:25:33 AM
Beren is slightly fascinated by the group before him. They have the appearance and language of elves, but live in a manner totally foreign to any elves he has ever met or heard of. He tries to stay to the rear of the party, not really hiding, but also not putting himself forward as a spokesman for the group. If they want to converse in elvish, Caelnin can handle the translation.
He tries to stay observant, but with the new surroundings, and trying to follow all the different conversations, he is slightly distracted.
spot 17 listen 10--natural 1
Mikal AC18 HP 23/23 d20+3=21 ; d20+3=15 ; Monday October 6th, 2008 11:09:47 AM
Mikal takes great care in keeping himself relaxed around the strangers. He figures this time that someone else should do the talking.
Keeping a keen watch, and makes sure no ambush lies in wait.
OOC: Spot 21, Listen 15
Keela Monday October 6th, 2008 12:59:59 PM
Keela stays toward the middle of the group, quiet and self-effacing. She is quite sure that these strangers would be interested by nothing she has to say.
She looks around herself with interest, but says nothing.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) d20+1=11 ; d20=16 ; d20+1=8 ; d20+1=5 ; Monday October 6th, 2008 1:29:35 PM
Steeling his nerves at the proximity of the warriors, Alexi carries the white flag to the main tent, which appears to be a shaman's tent. 'Perhaps Fatine recognizes these symbols?' he wonders. He also wonders what the relationship is between the white-haired man and this Dasan. More likely there is the spiritual leader and the military leader. But which one holds more sway?
When they go into the dwelling, Alexi places his lance with the white flag outside, leaning against the side. He waits to be shown where to sit. During this time, he tries to study the people, for what he's seen, these aren't the type to do the kind of thing done to the person they found tied and skinned. Perhaps he had done them harm? Or perhaps their outward appearance is deceiving?
Sense Motive d20+1= 11 Diplomacy (aid another DC10) d20 = 16 (whoever is doing the diplomatic stuff gets a +2 bonus) Spot d20+1 = 8 Listen d20+1= 5
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 d20+7=12 ; d20+8=10 ; Monday October 6th, 2008 7:36:40 PM
Caelnin stays quiet unless needed with any translations, but keeps content to trying to listen to conversations for any clue to what the group might have to do.
Listen 12; Spot 10
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Monday October 6th, 2008 10:05:22 PM
Fatine looks at the old man quizzically, and begins, "Oh, Fatine no speak -" then realizes that he isn't talking to her! Whipping her head around, she incredulously asks Col, "He be talkin' to you, bird? You my spirit friend. Not deirs!"
She spends the rest of the walk alternating between muttering to herself and glaring at the bird. It seems events have upset her fragile psyche.
DM Bob and Carla Tuesday October 7th, 2008 12:18:26 AM Muata, Son of Dasan, opens a flap of hide that forms the doorway into the great tent. "You may enter, but you must leave your weapons outside", he points to three wooden poles arranged between two rocks. There are a number of spears and a bow already leaning against the makeshift rack. "Your weapons will be safe here, just as you will be safe within these walls, and they will be returned to you when you leave." The warrior's intent appears genuine to Alexi and Jet, and neither Beren nor Caelnin or Keela see anything threatening in the actions of any of the others.
Assuming the party agrees to leave their weapons outside, Muata bids them enter and allows the flap to close behind them. He waves his arm pointing to a series of braided grass mats arranged in a semicircle on the ground. "Sit" he commands them in a soft tone. "Istaqa will speak with you in a moment"
The interior of the tent is dimly lit by a vent in the roof directly above a central fire pit which is lined with rocks the size of large potatoes. The mats are arranged around one side of the fire pit, opposite a single large mat comprised of piled furs. A trace of wood smoke lingers in the air as the last embers of a fire fade in the pit.
Within a few moments Muata re-enters, followed by the white-haired elder and a line of warriors who take their places along the outer edge of the tent. Muata beckons his warriors to take their seats and so they do, curved hunting blades hanging at their sides. "This is Istaqa and he will speak for our people."
Muata takes a seat by the side of the pile of furs. The one called Istaqa steps forward, his white hair flowing over his shoulders and down his back. He carries a wooden staff and leans on it for support. The upper part of the staff is adorned with braided leather and a small leather bag hangs from this handle by a necklace of what appear to be teeth along with a single raven's feather. Istaqa's speech is halting as he struggles with the common tongue and he refers to Muata several times for the translation of a word or phrase.
"I have for many months seen your coming in my dreams and so we have come to this place where the grasses bend. All those who come into our camp freely will leave so, for this is our way. We will talk, and you will be fed, and when the sun rises you will be free to leave here as you came. He smiles reassuringly at his guests. "yes, even you will have your belly filled Thala", he opens his palm to reveal a small strip of dried venison and with a few short clicks calls Fatine's bird to his hand .
"We are the Ahote, the guardians of this land. We alone have survived the great destruction and we alone have been..., he struggles for the correct word before continuing, "have been chosen by Catori to protect this land. Why do you come here and disturb the spirit mother?" Istaqa's voice maintains a soft, even timbre as he asks his question of the group.
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) Tuesday October 7th, 2008 12:49:14 AM
Anrete remains silent.
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20-1=9 ; Tuesday October 7th, 2008 9:28:00 AM
Beren takes one look at the assigned place for the weapons, and then starts to disarm. First his bow and quiver, then a long sword and two daggers join the pile.
"Here let them stand, and let no man touch them."
He then enters the yurt, and listens to all that is said.
He still does not trust to his skills as a spokesman, but he misses nothing that is said.
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 28/28) Tuesday October 7th, 2008 11:36:41 AM
Jet can see, Fatine is to pissed off at the bird and perhaps the person that grew friendly with the bird for her to be doing any talking, so he will throw fate to the wind. Jet removes his weapon and his armor, so as to give the impression he has nothing to fear from these people, especially since his armor spikes are technically weapons. He sits in the central seat of where they were shown and begins prayers to each of the gods of his choice. Perhaps, they will recognize some semblance to their own religion and share a common belief.
As the natives enter and say their peace, it is Jet that will pick up.
"First, please allow us to honor you with peace offerings, in the hope that any trespass that may have occurred will be compensated. Those animals we did not ride ourselves, but tethered behind our own mounts, are now yours. As well, I have brought with me something we call spirits, but not the type from our ancestors, but the drink is used to allow one to be more joyous and happy, be warned though, to much of this drink can lead to a sickness or death. It is my hope we may share in this drink when the talk of that which is serious is over."
"As to a disturbance to the spirit mother, we travel with one that is a true child of the earth mother and he has spoke nothing of either being upset with us. You must be forth coming in how we have caused a disturbance."
"We are settlers heading to a place you are aware of. We call it Bryn Baraz and it is there, that we wish to thrive and live. Yes, we will dig in the earth and live off the land, just as the badger, bear and rabbit does. We will take what we need in order to do so and we have with us those that will govern our progress, so that we will not take more then what the earth mother can provide."
"We saw markings of death at the entrance to the valley we must enter. We took this as a warning from some tribe and it is them that left that marking of death that we seek, to discuss a safe passage to our destination."
Keela Tuesday October 7th, 2008 12:01:35 PM
When requested to leave her weapons, Keela readily props her crossbow on the rack. Without being asked, she adds her case of crossbow bolts. She hesitates a little, then carefully places her Wand of Magic Missiles near the crossbow. The Wand of Mage Armor she leaves tucked in her belt; it will harm noone.
She drops a polite curtsey when Istaqa enters the tent, but allows the others to handle the actual conversation.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Tuesday October 7th, 2008 5:48:18 PM
Alexi was wondering when they were going to get around to their weapons. Muata's request was reasonable, as expected in any great chief or king's hall. 'Drat, this will take some time,' he muses and starts unloading his short bow, longsword, flail, hand axe, and dagger, the lance already propped up against the wall next to the entrance.
"Feel a little lighter already," he mutters as he goes in.
He takes a matt next to Jet and waits for what is to come next. When Istaqa comes in, he gets up and bows to him, only sitting again when Istaqa has seated himself. He listens to all being said, nodding in agreement at Jet's words.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Tuesday October 7th, 2008 7:32:32 PM
Fatine removes her daggers, and folds her shawl-net neatly on the ground. Taking a seat on the floor of the tent, she watches with mouth agape as the newcomer addresses Col. "Is dat dee name he tell you?" she asks Istaqa. Turning to the crow, she says, "Why you no tell me dat name, silly bird? Which be it, hmm?" Back to Istaqa, "And if'n I might ask, how d'you know my Spirit Friend? If you got dee urge to keep him, know dat he bound to me spirit an' soul. Until I release him, dat be."
Composing herself, she sighs and rolls her eyes at Col. She opens her mouth to answer Istaqa's questions, but as Jet chimes in, she smiles and sits back, clearly content to avoid controlling her companions' collective fate.
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 Tuesday October 7th, 2008 9:02:41 PM
Caelnin leaves his bow and quiver, sling and his trusty longsword outside like the rest of the adventuring party.
As he listens to every part of the conversation, Caelnin looks around to see if there is any sort of weaponry that he hasn't see before. They are bound to do something different to their weapons here and he still wants to learn.
Mikal AC18 HP 23/23 Tuesday October 7th, 2008 11:06:02 PM
MIkal let's the others do the talking. He prays silently to Alemi that the villagers will not attack them, and that they will let them pass unchallenged.
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) d20+3=18 ; Tuesday October 7th, 2008 11:31:28 PM
The heavily armed barbarian smiles lightly as he casually uncoils his heavy chain spikes from his left arm. Unslinging his elvish bow, arrows, and a couple of javelins, Anrete shrugs before continuing retrieves various weapons from his person: a dull grayish dagger, an orcish tomahawk, and an ornated heavy war axe.
Gesturing with his open hands, Anrete grins as he removes the last of his weapons. However, the blacken armor spikes, and the wicked blades protruding from his armored left arm left little doubts that the former pit fighter is still deadly.
Anrete remains silent and allows Jet to be the spokeman for the party, while observing their host intently.
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DM Bob and Carla Tuesday October 7th, 2008 11:39:42 PM Istaqa laughs out loud at Fatine's line of inquiry. The laugh is hearty and deep, and belies his aged appearance. "'Thala' is our name for all birds of his kind, the black bird that feeds on carrion. This one's hunger was stronger than most." The elder spokesman clicks his tongue and sends the bird back to its mistress. "I have seen the spirit in his eyes",Istaqa explains, "but he is still a bird."
Istaqa listens patiently as Jet explains the presence of the caravan, however, the warriors that line the inside wall of the tent are less controlled. There is much muttering and one of the warriors, steps forward. He is taller than most, his body hardened by life in an unforgiving environment. Several scars cross his chest and shoulder in parallel as if mauled by a large animal. The edges of the scars are still red and angry. He speaks in quick, angry bursts, and in his native language. He corrects himself part way through. "They say they will live here, and take from the land, but this is forbidden! Only the Ahote may live here and only the Ahote may take from the land! This has been our way for generations. The great destruction rid this land of the greed of dwarves and men, we cannot let them return! We care not for your horses, nor your drink. You are not welcome here...Go!" His words are greeted with enthusiasm from many of the Ahote warriors, but Itaqa raises his arms, commanding their silence.
"Tocho speaks the truth" Istaqa tries to reassert control over the gathering. "It is true that the Ahote alone were chosen to survive and protect these places, and that no others have been allowed these many generations... but I have seen things in the shadows, and Catori has spoken to me. She has shown me this Pauwau* and the beasts that follow her...and a man-bear who also speaks with the animals. The dreams are not clear, for there are great troubles ahead and these Qochata** are a part of it, but they are not the cause, and I believe they have a part to play, a part that only Catori knows. We must ask the spirit mother!"
The warrior named Tocho and several others gather around the old spokesman, arguing their cases and listening to Istaqa's counsel.
Muata speaks directly to Jet and the rest of the party. "If you seek those that left the sign in the canyons, then you have found us. We captured this Cha'kwaina*^ after he killed one of our scouts. We believed him to be one of you for he followed your wagons." Muata spits in the fire. "He had no honour; his screams woke the camp and scared away the coyotes".
* witch **outsiders *^whimpering dog
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 28/28) d20+7=20 ; Wednesday October 8th, 2008 12:27:47 AM
Jet s body also, is hardened by life. he has jagged marks from glass bottle being dragged across his sinewy muscles, he scowls at any that approach him in anger and stands ready to defend his comrades and himself.
"All men have the right to live! Who dares forbid me the life I wish to live? By the powers of all the good gods I thrive in order to protect my friends and family. It is the choice of the Ahote if you want to be considered a part of our life. In the face of many, it is easy to perish, but with many standing side by side, there is no man or beast that can defeat those that call each other friends.
You speak of generations, but what has it brought you? One after another, hating people other then your selves. You say you are warriors, but only cowards are not willing to change in the hopes that their children will have a better life then their ancestors.
"The earth mother protects herself and there is no man or beast that can cause her harm, just as the creature that marks your body, may have caused you harm, you lived and it has healed. Not in the way you would have liked, but it is because of that battle you are stronger."
"Do not talk to us about courage and bravery when your own people are afraid of your past and your future. The people I am with have left everything we knew in order to find something better or die trying, when was the last time your people has tried that?"
Jet is really upset right now. His large muscles bulge under his darkened skin and he is ready for someone to attack him so that he can bite their throat out.
Intimidate to prove they are no push overs: 20 (Still a crappy roll, but at least it's not a 1)
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20-1=3 ; Wednesday October 8th, 2008 9:14:57 AM
Beren listens as the fate of the group is discussed. He does not wish to insult anyone by intruding. He too bears scars from an enemy, but he will not show his. He simply stays alert hoping to help if there is trouble. Even weaponless he is not defenseless.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Wednesday October 8th, 2008 2:24:23 PM
Fatine perks up at the mention of someone followed by beasts, and a man-bear. Leaning over to Keela, she asks, "D'ya tink dey mean Darketh?" Waving as Istaqa talks, she chimes in, "I know dee man-bear. I be dee herbalist assistant!" she laughs.
Keela Wednesday October 8th, 2008 3:30:19 PM
From behind lowered lashes, Keela watches the one called Tocho. Even in the presence of so many others, she's a little afraid of him. As he decribes how the raider died, Keela finds herself getting breathless and light-headed. She wishes she could sit down. ...his screams woke the camp...
She swallows hard on a bubble of hysterical laughter. How very odd, to try to torture people to death while the camp was asleep. It hardly seems like good planning. She bites her lip to keep down the giggles. Now is not the time to have hysterics.
Keela winces a little when she hears Jet's reply. She's not sure that more shouting is going to help the situation. But to speak now would be to undermine Jet and make him look weak, so she holds her tongue and hopes for the best.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Wednesday October 8th, 2008 7:08:34 PM
As Jet speaks, Alexi's heart starts pounding! 'What's he doing!' his mind screams. We don't need to be getting our nevers all rattled just as we get started!'
Alexi clears his throat, primarily because it's dry, but also to get attention.
"The Ahote have done their job well in keeping this land. It is a harsh land to live in and it was not your fault that caused this. It is a sign of great dedication of your people to have stayed here when there are greener places to go to. However, we are not here JUST because we wish, though. There were signs from our gods that the time had come to return, in a small way, to this land.
"We do not wish to cause any harm to the land, but cultivate it, make things grow, and live here respecting the land. You respect this land, and we would look to you for the best ways to do so.
"As far as the one you killed, we would have killed him too had we caught him!" This he says with force and shows his anger. "He was part of a bandit group that attacked us some ways back. They killed many of our people, but we killed their leaders and at least half their number! They were hired by agents of evil to destroy the caravan. Perhaps this is what you saw in your dreams. The Man-Bear is one of us. A good man with a big heart for the land and to take care of such things.
"This is the vision that I see, Evil things will come, and your people will need allies. The Evil will be here even if we decide to turn and go back. It would be a sad thing for us all if the Evil were to defeat you and none of us ever know of it. The fact the the Evil tried to stop us from getting here is a pure sign that our swords with yours makes for a strong alliance. But it is for you to seek the voice of your Great Spirits, not for me to speak loudly."
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 Wednesday October 8th, 2008 8:00:19 PM
Caelnin watches as the events unfold ever wary of both individuals that may burst out. He never wanted conflict in this meeting, but it seems that Jet and the Tocho are trying to start one and wishes that this will all end soon.
Mikal AC18 HP 23/23 Wednesday October 8th, 2008 9:39:30 PM
MIkal speaks up to attempt to pursuade the men further.
"I am a cleric of the peaceful Alemi. I wish to bring healing to this land. I did not join this caravan to ravage the nature that surrounds this place. I joined to protect it, to keep it healthy, and to spread peace."
He takes a moment to form his words.
"I believe our people would benefit from an alliance. We are strangers in a strange land, and we will need all the help we can get. I propose this alliance, so that we may benefit from eachother instead of needlessly slaughter over land rights."
He grows silent and waits for an answer.
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) d20+3=8 ; Wednesday October 8th, 2008 10:10:49 PM
Anrete smiles in an elegantly insouciant manner at the upstart. Crossing his arms, the warrior in his pale face paint turns back to the elder, but remains silent.
DM Bob and Carla d20+12=23 ; Muata 's check versus intimidate Wednesday October 8th, 2008 10:30:06 PM
The conversation in the tent becomes heated as first Tocho and then Jet speak their minds. Muata feels compelled to step between the two. "What do you know of my people and our history?" Tocho spits out his words with vehemence. "Did your people awake one day to find the land baked and barren, the animals reduced to bones. Did your people wander the barrens as did the Ahote for years, your children dying each winter with no food in their bellies? This was our life until the spirit mother believed we would protect her."
Muata calms the man and moves him back towards the wall of the tent. He returns to Jet and speaks in an even voice. "Our ways are not yours. You have been asked inside our tent and your safety promised. There will be no blood spilled in here." Muata shows no sign of being intimidated.
Istaqa thumps his staff on the ground, and waits for a moment of silence. "There are many truths here inside these walls" he says.Istaqa looks directly at Alexi as he speaks. The gods of this wolf brother have also seen the same dark dreams, that evil will come and that the paths of the Qochata and the Ahote must cross. His eyes shift to Jet, "The flag bearer also speaks some truth, for the Ahote must change, but he is wrong, the land can be harmed as it was before and the Ahote must protect it."
Istaqa moves about the gathering, from person to person, he stops at each and looks into their eyes. His gaze is intent, as if he is looking into their souls. He stops at Keela. "You find our ways harsh but in his pain the spirit of your enemy was freed. He will not walk in the shadows, never to die."
When Istaqa reaches Fatine and her menagerie he reaches out and examines the jewellery that others find so strange. It bears an uncanny resemblance to the totems that adorn his own robes and the necklace of teeth that decorate his staff, for as Fatine can now easily discern, the teeth are not those of animals, but of enemies. "You know of the man-bear" it is more of a statement than a question. "He rides in the wagons? We must talk of this after." Istaqa is more at ease around Fatine than any of the other Ahote who all keep a respectful distance from her.
Istaqa intones some words in his native language and a small ball of fire appears in his outstretched palm. The flames spin and curl back on themselves in a lazy pattern, licking at the sleeves of his robe. He places it in the fire pit and sets the wood and grasses ablaze. "Sit" he implores them. "We must seek guidance from Catori."
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 28/28) Wednesday October 8th, 2008 11:44:58 PM
"WE came here to learn of your people and history, yet we are met with aggression instead of kindness. We offer you gifts and they are spit upon like some ant upon a hill. We too have our own history, none of which you are aware of and yet you tell us we are ignorant."
Jet attempts to calm down, but he was a warrior in the streets long before he became a man of peace and this side of him is what shows first.
"The earth can be harmed, I did not deny that, but it will still exist when those that walk upon it are all gone. You know nothing of how our own people turn on ourselves for greed and evil and it is that which we fight against or travel from. The fact you would torture someone for killing one of your own is not what bothers me, but to assume he was with us without asking us is your mistake, not ours!"
Jet tries to settle down, but the veins in his arms, neck and face still pound with each pulse of his heart.
"The fact is, we are here and we will remain here because we were sent here, just as you have been sent here for whatever reasons your ancestors had. Now we can either get along and become well known for our strengths and weaknessess or we can battle and further diminish the power of our people for whatever evil comes this way to have an easier prey then the two of us together. Either way, I will not tolerate anyone insulting those I have sworn to protect and if it continues further, we will indeed go, where we please and in the manner we choose."
It is only when Istaqa begins to speak directly to Jet that he stills his tongue, staring down any that were not intimidated by his words of action.
He sits back down and asks "Who is this Catori?" The warrior priest listens closely to make sure, they are not speaking about a god of testing.
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20-1=2 ; d20+9=18 ; d20+9=22 ; Thursday October 9th, 2008 9:29:56 AM
Beren meets the gaze of the clan priest without his glance wavering in the least. He does not uncover his face, and he does not speak. He kows too little of what is happening. He is a simple warrior who accepted a job to protect these people, and that he will do. He came here in the hopes of finding some acceptance inspite of his appearance, but he will fight regardless of his accpetance because he has given his word that he would.
When the old man invites everyone to sit down, he chooses a spot nearer the door, but still in the shadows. He hopes that his readiness to fight does not show outwardly and interfere with the negotiations.
spot 18 listen 22
Keela Thursday October 9th, 2008 1:54:31 PM
Keela wasn't raised to answer back to authority. So when Istaqa stops and speaks to her, she lowers her gaze and murmurs "Yes, sir."
She doesn't believe a word of it, though.
She sits when requested, arranging her skirts modestly around her.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] d20+9=15 ; Thursday October 9th, 2008 2:39:07 PM
Fatine gives Istaqa a wide grin. "Aye. I know dee man-bear. His name be Darketh." She admires his trophies as he passes. Pointing to the teeth hanging from her neck, and the ears dangling from her arm, she explains, "I beat dem in combat. Now deir souls help me along dee way, wit' dee next trial down dee road. Dese be ta honor dose I best, not ta brag."
When Istaqa calls forth the fire, Fatine watches intently, attempting to discern exactly how he does so.
Spell craft 15 DM Highlight to display spoiler: {Not trying to figure out the exact spell so much as see if he is using arcane or divine magic, spontaneous or prepared, maybe something like Fatine does with manipulating Ley Lines, etc.}
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 Thursday October 9th, 2008 7:09:51 PM
When it's Caelnin's turn to be gazed at, he tries to keep calm, unknowing what Istaqa is really doing and when he passes him without saying a word, he feels slightly relieved. Caelnin likes to get some attention, but never likes to be in the centre of it.
When asked to sit, he does as he is told and sits quietly, amazed by the dancing lights of the flame in front of him.
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) Thursday October 9th, 2008 9:18:18 PM
Unamused by the entire affair, Anrete sits and prepares for the communion, his strange yellowish eyes gleaming from the reflected lights from the magical flame.
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Thursday October 9th, 2008 11:09:24 PM
Alexi tries to show that he is rather relaxed through Jet's altercation, but it is difficult. At least Istaqa seems to have a good grip on the whole situation. It was of some comfort to hear Istaqa refer to him as wolf brother and Alexi found himself swelling up with pride a little. 'If only my regiment could see me now', he wished.
When Istaqa comes by and looks him in the eyes, he relaxes and ties to look right back, probing the depths of Istaqa's eyes as well. If there was a connection there Alexi was not astute enough to feel it but he hoped anyway. He whispers, "Truth sometimes can be like a puzzle, and it can take two to put the pieces together."
'Where did THAT come from,' Alexi wonders after he'd whispered it. He certainly wasn't known as a bard to be spouting such stuff!
When they all sit down again, Alexi makes a point to sit next to Fatine. He whispers to her, "Looks like we should'a put you up front. Who would'a guessed? We'll treat you as a queen if you can get us out of this with some semblance of order and some mearsure of success." He then smiles at her and winks. "No pressure. No pressure at all. Nope. None at all."
He then focuses on the fire.
Mikal AC18 HP 23/23 Thursday October 9th, 2008 11:19:13 PM
Mikal grows silent, waiting for further dialogue before piping in.
DM Bob and Carla Friday October 10th, 2008 12:14:35 AM Istaqa shakes his head as the altercation between Jet and the warrior Tocho continued unabated. When Jet asks who Catori is, the older spokesmand replies that she is the spirit mother, the living essence of the land. "Catori is our protector and we in turn protect her" he explains.
He listens to Fatine explain her trophies and nods in appreciation. "Those who have died honorably by my hand have strengthened me, and I too do them honor in this fashion. We have much in common Pauwau." Fatine recognizes the magic that created the flame as an evocation, but she does not detect the presence of any ley lines near by. The spell appears to be divine in nature. produce flame
Istaqa nods at Alexi's comments. "Finding peace is much the same. There are always two pieces to the puzzle".
Seeing Beren seated near the door instead of near the fire, Istaqa motions for him to come nearer, and points to a mat next to Muata. "Sit here where Catori can look into your eyes and see who hides beneath the mask". His voice is calm and encouraging.
When all are seated and the fire is crackling, he begins to sing, more of a chant than a song, but the words are unintelligable to even those who speak elvish. Carefully, he leans towards the fire and with a quick movement of his wrist, casts a handful of grass, seeds, bark and other small dried plant parts into the fire. The flames leap up to embrace this new fuel. A cloud of smoke billows forth and encompasses all around the fire. The smell is sweet and pungent, and a mild dizzy sensation begins to overcome those near the fire. [A Will save versus DC 14 will allow any to overcome the effect, or one can simply allow the strange sensation to take hold]
Istaqa and Muata breath in deeply, inhaling the smoke and welcoming it's effect.
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+6=11 ; d20+9=26 ; d20+9=10 ; Friday October 10th, 2008 9:19:19 AM
Beren reluctantly moves closer to the others. When the strange fragrance and smoke begin to issue from the fire, he tries to resist the effects he feels, but is unable to do so. He feels slightly dizzy, and for a moment wonders if this is some sort of attack, until their hosts breath in the fumes and smoke as well. He settles back to see what this brings.
Strangely, his vission seems very acute in spite of the haze, but a slight ringing in his ears still troubles him.
Spot 26 listen 10 will save 11
Keela d20+5=17 ; Friday October 10th, 2008 3:03:16 PM
As the smoke rises, Keela quickly ticks off what the they know of these strange people.
They tortured one of the raiders to death. The warrior-man yelled at Jet...well, at all of us, really. The older man seems wise. They claim to care for the earth, though we haven't really seen what they mean by that.
All in all, Keela decides she doesn't know enough about these people to inhale some strange drug solely on their say-so. She resists the effects, and manages to keep her head clear. [Will 17]
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 28/28) Friday October 10th, 2008 6:17:06 PM
Jet watches the one named Tocho carefully. To him, he is the enemy at this time. If Tocho does not partake of the ritual, neither will Jet, but instead pulls another long gulp from his wine skin, even more upset thinking about how he figured, by now, that beautiful cask of ale, just sitting outside the tent flap door could have been opened and enjoyed instead of this, this, stuff.
Yet, if Tocho joins the ritual, Jet will also not be out done and with his large human lungs will try to breath in twice as much as the others, to prove his fear was left behind the day he earned his manhood, killing a fellow teenager over cheating at dice.
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) d20+1=6 ; Friday October 10th, 2008 9:32:41 PM
Despite his intentions, Anrete soon fell under the hypnotic effects of the flames.
=============================================== Will 6
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Friday October 10th, 2008 9:35:52 PM
Gazing at the fire, Alexi's natural instinct is to resist the dizzyness, however Istaqa has instilled some sense of trust in their hosts. Although concentrating on the fire, he notices that Istaqa and Muata seem to be welcoming the smoke. As he would trust his commander, he relaxes and immitates Istaqa, breathing in the smoke. He wonders if he really will meet a spirit wolf. He'd always felt a strange connection with the wolf. Not the mean tales of childhood everyone heard, but the majestic animal of the wild. The calm and calculating animal. The... he lets his mind wander off.
OOC: no will roll for Alexi, just let the stuff do its stuff. :}
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 Saturday October 11th, 2008 2:39:29 AM
Still being intrigued by the flickering flames of the fire, Caelnin lets the sweet aroma envelop over him as he lets Istaqa and Muata wherever they are taking him.
Mikal AC18 HP 23/23 Saturday October 11th, 2008 10:25:24 AM
Mikal nods to himself and mutters. "Alemi will protect me from evil." Then he takes a deep breath.
OOC: Go with the flow I always say.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Sunday October 12th, 2008 6:32:10 PM
Watching Jet for a moment, then glancing at Tocho, Fatine smiles at the unspoken confrontation between the two. Finally, she leans as close as she can to Jet's ear and whispers, (Jet and DM) Highlight to display spoiler: {"Big Man. I no tink dee folk dat matter here -" she nods toward Istaqa -"be impressed wit' duff guy antics. Be dee Big Man here, and let out dee anger when we alone again, no?" She smiles and squeezes his shoulder, making sure he knows her meddling is meant with good intentions.}
After her brief diversion, she watches the strange smoke for a minute. Seeing Istaqa breath it in, she shrugs, leans forward, and inhales heartily. Sitting back, she closes her eyes momentarily to see what effect the smoke will have.
DM Bob and Carla Sunday October 12th, 2008 11:40:33 PM
As Istaqa and his followers breath in the smoke, so to do the defenders of the caravan of settlers. Only Keela resists the mind altering effects of the smoke. Jet takes in an extra deep lungfull as he matches the actions of Tocho.
At first, the effect of the smoke is mild and relaxing. The party (with the exception of Keela) feel the tension drain from their bodies, to be replaced by a warmth that seems to spring from their very core. The fire crackles and blazes in front of them, it's sound amplified in their mind. Whether it is but a few seconds or a few minutes later is impossible to tell, but the narcotic affects of teh smoke begin to intensify. Jet and his companions can almost feel their own blood coursing through their veins, their vision begins to blur, then darken as if a curtain were being drawn.
The next few minutes are a blur as a hail of images invade their thoughts. A sea of grass bending beneath a gentle breeze...and then something sinister...hidden in the shadows...moving towards the surface...drawing the life force of the grassland into it...lightning...a spark...and then fire...racing across the dried out grass, destroying all that lies before it...people running for shelter...screaming in terror as the fire races forward. Atop a mesa, a cloaked figure cackles in delight as it seemingly controls the beast and the flames it has spawned. The creature in the shadows retreats beneath the ground...it's glowing red eyes close and it sleeps, it's bidding done.
Beren(AC 18, HP 23/23 Red AC 13, HP 25/25) d20+6=15 ; Monday October 13th, 2008 9:21:26 AM
The strange vision confuses and bothers the elven ranger. He works to voerthrow the effects of the drug and leave this strange vision. (will 15) What could this mean? Is their some demonic being possessing these people, or do they think there is one against which they fight? Beren does not know what to think, he only knows he wants this experience to end, and not to repeat it. Let others deal with the supernatural, he is content to fight what he can see.
Whether he actually moves or not, he is not sure, but he attempts to rise and leave the hut and this strange fire.
Jet (AC: 18, HP: 28/28) Monday October 13th, 2008 12:06:52 PM
Jet still watching the image does not understand it's meaning. Fire is not just a destroyer, but provides life as well. The burning grass providing nutrients for future growth of that which feeds it. A dark figure? Oh well, even Jet is known to be dark and sometimes sinister. I am sure that punk that was left to die with his boots cut and a single horse didn't find the trial by Ebyeron all that benevolent. As for sensations, this smoke does really nothing more for him then a shot of fine whiskey and a dark ale chaser couldn't provide.
Come to think of it, they are all on a Mesa, this cloaked figue could well be one of their own. Tocho, Tonto, Roncho, whatever that twirps name is could be the figure or perhaps another with less to say.
Jet waits for the host to speak on whatever this vision may hold before he passes his own judgement.
Keela d20+2=6 ; Monday October 13th, 2008 12:19:14 PM
Keela does not see the vision, but she keeps a surreptitious eye on her friends--and on their hosts. Or at least, she tries to.
[Spot 6]
Alexi (AC: 17, HP:28/28) Lobo (AC: 19, HP:37/37) Monday October 13th, 2008 1:08:00 PM
Alexi tries to pierce through the fog, see the details, see individuals. But it is a blur and shifts too fast. Is this the past? Is this the future? Did these people running from the fire look the same as the Ahote of today? Was the dark evil figure of supernatural origin or of human origin, twisted by evil?
Alexi continues to inhale the smoke and see more of the vision. He thought there'd be a wolf in there somewhere, and he looks for it.
Fatine [AC 16, HP 14/14] Dogs [AC 20, HP 13/13, 13/13] Monday October 13th, 2008 7:36:53 PM
Fatine sits back and lets the vision wash over her, trying to examine and commit to memory every detail she can.
Caelnin AC:16 HP:21/21 Monday October 13th, 2008 7:37:26 PM
"This vision hopefully doesn't suggest that one of the wagon is the one that is going to do this. When was this? A vision in the past.... i'm confused..." Caelnin thinks as the intense images invade his mind.
Anrete Nanoc (AC17, HP32/32), Copper (AC17, HP22/22) Monday October 13th, 2008 9:18:40 PM
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