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Getting to town Wren has small tidbits of conversation with a coup of the locals. Gracefully he dissipates his horse and sets out to find Defender Halgra and the deaf elf Silvermane.

Jorgan takes after Wren, grasping the pair of maprocks to ask Wren what map he even saw and speak about possible tactics.

Meanwhile Kraygan heaves one of the heavy barrels of Snakebite from the back of the yaks and wheels it into the Ramblehouse where he spends the evening recalling harrowing tales of their journey to kill the Giant b##~!.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren sits and waits for the Defenders of Trunau to hear his report. He seems startled when Jorgan approaches him.

Jorgan Steelkeg wrote:
"So this valley where the Storm Tyrant is... he could be anywhere? How're we supposed to find him before he finds us? I can track as well as any dwarf but likely he'll have scouts and sentries guarding his position, right? Or do we just wander about until we stumble on him? I don't quite know how these stone things work or how that's gonna help us."

Wren shakes his head as he rubs his aching left knee, wishing his youth upon him once again.

"I don't know that I'll be able to find it or him or anything. I'm not even sure that *I* want to. I've done what I said I was going to do," Wren grouses with the weeks of travel wear upon his body, weeks of dwarfdom wearing upon his patience.

He looks at Jorgan.

"I'm going to report to Halgra and Silvermane if they will hear me. I'll tell them what happened and what we learned, not unlike what I did at Fort Iomedae. They can decide what they want to do."

Wren nods, already understanding Jorgan's next question.

"Yes, my vision. The vision that you scorn. The one of the fiery beard of lightning of doom that you pretend doesn't mean what it means. I know it comes here. And so I can either go find it and have it kill me away from my home, or I can wait to have it come kill me here. I still ponder upon which is preferable."

Wren pats a spot next to him on the bench.

"Now sit, Dwarf. We will hear what the great and wise Silvermane thinks."

Wren begins to massage his other knee.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Jorgan sits next to Wren uncomfortably. "Well I think the dwarves all have it in their mind to go find this fiery beard of lightning of doom that you're going on about. So if you wait here I think we might have the task over and done with while you're still playing with your leathers. Besides, I thought your vision was that Trunau was already in danger and they seem quite fine to me...." Jorgan rolls his eyes a bit, clearly still quite skeptical of this vision and completely oblivious that not five days ago he was making the suggestion that a wild ram was sent to him by Gozreh himself-certainly an equally absurd assertion.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Torgan enters back into the Ramblehouse, finding his breth(W)ren. "I see that some of you have not followed my advice!" he says disdainfully. "I have spread the word of the Fiery Beard for the last few days in town and many people have heeded my call!"

Torgan turns to Wren. "You should join me on my work. You have seen the Beard. You are as much a prophet as I!" he says, imploring Wren to address the town.

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After a few hours a guard opens the door and beckons Wren, Jorgan and Torgan inside.

Chief Defender Halgra of the Blackened Blades will see you now.

Inside on a long table you see Halgra going over countless blueprints of Trunau's defenses as the deaf elf Silvermane sits in the corner watching intently sipping at a warm beverage. He clears his throat as Wren and the two dwarves enter.

Halgra looks up with shock and surprise which quickly turns to ecitement and elation. She claps. You're back! I trust all went as planned?


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Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Meanwhile, over at the Ramblehouse...

Kraygan treats Umlo to a night of hard drinking he won't soon forget.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

To Silvermane (with some translation, hopefully), Wren will explain about the 'Vault' and how easily its defenses where compromised by every fey with two wings to rub together. He will explain about the curse giant, and the hag, the wisps, and the insides. Everything he can recount. This was the druid's home, after all.

To Halgra, Wren will give a full account of the forces they faced at the Fort, what they killed, the death of Sobbing Girl and her giant allies. He will explain about the manticores, even pointing out their loyalty, which surprised him. He will explain about the ogres and ogrekin, the multitudes of giantkind arrayed against them. He will detail how they were defeated (leaving out the part about the wooden yak lest he not be taken seriously), and how many. He will tell it all. He will mention his discussions with the Knights of Fort Blixxine.

To them both, he will explain about the Ghost Blix and the sordid tale told of the end of days and fall of the Fort. He will describe the ghost in detail. More importantly, he will describe the skull and the ogres, and the demonic vampiric god that grew out of them. He will explain about cleansing the fort of the woe, within. He will spend some detail about the visions he had in the chapel, and ask what the Iomedaen thought of them.

In the end, he will hand over the books and maps and stones to them for study and reflection.

"What do you wish to add, Jorgan?"


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Jorgan shrugs. "Only that these two-" he waves his hand at Wren and Torgan "-were the only ones to see this so-called vision and while I'll always support my brother and have grown to respect Wren, despite his elven ears, I'm still not convinced beards are evil. But I do agree with them that something should be done... probably we should go looking for this Storm Tyrant fella before he finds us or we'll be looking at another attack on Trunau and I'm not sure she can withstand that right now. Now I'm sure my brother wants to warn you a bit more about this fiery beard."

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As Kraygan, Umlo and Ingrahild tear the day and evening up at the Ramblehouse, telling stories of grandeur and heroic battles, the remainder of the group spnds the next hour telling the true side of the story to the Chief Defender.

Halgra crosses her arms as she leans back in the chair. Silvermane begins to sign to here in fast motions that only she understands. After a moment she nods her head and signs back. You are right my friend.

Silvermane here believes that your dream could be a vision of what may soon come. I hate to ask more of you but I think that Jorgan may be correct. We need to find this Storm Tyrant and fast or he could very well sweep across all of Avistan. If he in fact is somehow gathering thousands of giants in the Mindspin Mountains.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
Torgan Steelkeg wrote:
Torgan turns to Wren. "You should join me on my work. You have seen the Beard. You are as much a prophet as I!"

Wren slowly brings his hand to his forehead, rubbing it with more pain than he could imagine.

"Prophet? No. I am not that. I have seen and will change what I can. I will explain to those I can, but I am no prophet," Wren says slowly, clearly

"I have done what I can do in explaining the nature of the Beard to the leadership. They will do what is right. If they are wise, they will institute a no beards policy in Trunau. They will insist that no purchase be given to the Fire Beard of Lightning. They should not let the symbol of impending doom gain purchase here. However, as they are in charge...and they can do what they wish."

Wren shakes his head.

"The Beards will destroy me. And it cannot happen soon enough."

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
GM Tyranius wrote:
Silvermane here believes that your dream could be a vision of what may soon come. I hate to ask more of you but I think that Jorgan may be correct. We need to find this Storm Tyrant and fast or he could very well sweep across all of Avistan. If he in fact is somehow gathering thousands of giants in the Mindspin Mountains.

Wren nods wearily, getting up to go.

"That's what I think too. I hope whomever you send can handle them giants," Wren says. "I'm going to see if my old apartment is available. I have work to do on the morn."


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Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

"You mean you're not coming?" Jorgan asks, exasperated. "First of all, you'll not be going around shaving any beards if I have anything to say about it. Second of all, you're coming with the dwarfhorde to find this Storm Tyrant fella whether you like it or not, elfie boy. If you have another vision or whatever it was, I'd like to hear it, even if it does end up being a bunch of honky."

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I was hoping you might go and stop this Storm Tyrant Wren. Well, you and the Steelkeg Clan. If this Tyrant is not stopped he will surely come here as he destroys all in his path. We need to strike now while he is unaware and still gathering his forces.

Halgra holds her hands above her head as she thinks aloud. So many Giants working together... Is it even possible?

Her thoughts are interrupted by Jorgan as he begins to bellow at Wren.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

"See Wren! They're already counting on your bony butt to go along. You're stuck with us! Harhar! Well, thank you but I think we'd better go and alert the other dwarves that we should be on the road as soon as possible."

Jorgan then lets himself out after a deep bow to the others and heads back to the Ramblehouse to dunk the other dwarves' heads in buckets of cold water. "C'mon! Enough partying, Wren and Torg have got sticks up their butts about this Beard of Ultimate Destruction or what-have-you so we're gonna go track down the Storm Tyrant. Be ready as soon as you get a good night's sleep and sober up tomorrow. I'll be with Spirit for the night."

He then stomps off to the stables to check on the animals before finding his own spot in the straw.

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Is everyone back?


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

I'm here, lol! Stats midterm over and last week of my bs ethics course so now I've got much more time!


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I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Torgan scowls at Wren. "You will be a prophet of the Flaming Beard, whether you wish to or not! Your visions only seek to further our awareness and the Beard's presence grows in your abstinence!" yells Torgan as he huffs from the inn.

He seeks out any who will listen in the square. "THE BEARD COMES NEAR! IT SEEKS ALL WHO WORSHIP IT! DWARVES, WOODSMEN, POST-PUBESCENTS ALIKE!" yells Torgan to the nighttime shoppers. "We must prepare ourselves for the onslaught!" he remarks, almost silently compared to his previous speech.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
GM Tyranius wrote:
Is everyone back?

I am here too, but was slow-playing, waiting. I hope to get contributions from all, pushing from all, & RP from all. We have Jorgan now in glorious full force, but Vandy, Kraygan, & Torgan (up until 10 minutes ago) have been less around.

* * *

Jorgan Steelkeg wrote:
"See Wren! They're already counting on your bony butt to go along. You're stuck with us! Harhar! Well, thank you but I think we'd better go and alert the other dwarves that we should be on the road as soon as possible."

"My bony butt is going to bed, Jorgan. I see that you still have the passion for this, but my knees have only the desire for no more walking, and my eyes want quiet. Leave an old elf to the few comforts he can find: solace, won't you?

Wren rises and goes to find a quiet hovel in which to think.

* * *

Torgan Steelkeg wrote:
Torgan scowls at Wren. "You will be a prophet of the Flaming Beard, whether you wish to or not! Your visions only seek to further our awareness and the Beard's presence grows in your abstinence!"

Wren suffers the yelling and barrage with ill humor, but takes it in stride as he goes to find a hermitage of his own.

"I know the Beard comes, dwarf. But if these humans do not wish to hear my warning, I'll not break my chance for quiet over it. The Beard comes whether they wish it or not. I'll be here to greet it. I will."

Wren is going for grouse and relax for a bit. He needs time to recover.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

"Don't you give me excuses! You saw the Beard the same as I!" rails Torgan against the false prophet. "Either you aid our cause or you subject us to the Beard!" yells Torgan.


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Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Drinking a lot leads to a lot of trips to the privy. Struggling to button up his trousers after one such trip, Kraygan hears the ranting shouts of his cousin coming from the street. "Balls. Izzit this flamin beard stuff again?" He gives himself an elven facepalm, then grimaces at his hand. "Gah! Piddled on m'self!"

Shaking his hand dry a thought occurs to him. A drunken, wicked, foolish thought.

***

As Torgan continues his tirade, thumping steps herald the arrival of a giant shape suddenly looming in the shadow beside the inn.

"Ware the wrath o' th' GIANTSLAYER! All tremble and FEAR the BEARD!!"

Taking a swig of hard spirits better used for cleaning then drinking, but cheap at twice the price it goes for at the Ramblehouse, Kraygan holds out a torch and breaths out a fireball!

Perform - Firebreathing: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6
Kraygan Steelkeg wrote:
"Balls. Izzit this flamin beard stuff again?"

Jorgan looks at the ground and nods his head slowly, sharing in Kray's sentiment.

Kraygan Steelkeg wrote:
"Ware the wrath o' th' GIANTSLAYER! All tremble and FEAR the BEARD!!"

Confused at first what Kraygan is doing, Jorgan soon catches on and sniggers to himself off to the side. That'll do it! Turn their visions against them, all right! He smiles and winks at Kray and then goes to get the animals ready for the journey.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Sorry for the delay in posting. I'll be pushing when I get time....in about 4 hours.

Wren finds a place to sleep and laze until the morn when he rises to deal with that dang frayed horse harness.

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Great Defender Halgra grabs a medium back of coins and sets it in front of Jorgan. Before you go here is your payment as promised.

3000 GP

We were able to gather a bit more than expected. I hope that it will help convince you to deal with this Storm Tyrant before he sets out to destroy the world. She shrugs You all know more about hims than anyone else at this point.

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Wren heads back to his home for the evening. It had been a few weeks since he had been here, yet nothing has moved, though it all has gained a good amount of dust about everything with all of the construction going on.

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Seeing a prime opportunity to jest with the new prophet Kraygan attempts to blow fire from his mouth and very nearly catches his own beard on fire to the amazement of all around.

Haha- that is great Kraygan!


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

"I care not for coins and trinkets in the face of the Inscrutable Beard! We shall only be free from it once we have shorn the mighty of their whiskers!" bellows Torgan when Halgra offers more money to deal with the Storm Tyrant.

"We shall make sure that this giant's beard is shaved whether from his living face while he lay in chains or from his corpse after my mighty Agrimmosh, destroyer of the bearded, caves in his skull!" Torgan loudly proclaims.

"Tell me of his location, Mighty Beardless Halgra!"

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Torgan Steelkeg wrote:

"I care not for coins and trinkets in the face of the Inscrutable Beard! We shall only be free from it once we have shorn the mighty of their whiskers!" bellows Torgan when Halgra offers more money to deal with the Storm Tyrant.

"We shall make sure that this giant's beard is shaved whether from his living face while he lay in chains or from his corpse after my mighty Agrimmosh, destroyer of the bearded, caves in his skull!" Torgan loudly proclaims.

In his bed, Wren turns over having nightmares for no reason at all. His sleepy hand comes and slaps his forehead...and Wren dreams on.

* * *

Wren wakes the morning and eats a brief and lonely breaking of his night's fast. He chews over his breakfast alone, reading his dilettante's book, pausing to enunciate a key phrase or practice a arcane gesture that would have made no sense to him a year ago.

In the back of Wren's mind, the foolishness of the past few weeks echoes within. He ignores it, because dwarves and yaks, giants and ogres, more yaks and manticores. Madness and walking. Nothing to do with leather.

Wren prepares to leave his hovel, his quiet hovel of solitude and quiet to prepare for the day's work. First he goes to his old shoppe, hoping to find his old tools, or tools to make do until he can replace them.

He goes to the tanner, seeking new, whole hides, hoping that the quality of his work will add to the betterment of Trunau again. He hopes to slowly replace the business he lost. Taking his trusty dagger, he begins to cut strips of leather in different sizes for different needs. Such is the work of a leatherman.

* * *

"Just a snapped harness, eh?" Wren asks, holding up the broken device. "Yeah, sure, just a few minutes, I'll replace...one sec..."

Wren retreats to a table, pulling out his tools to re-cut a strap to replace the broken one. He cuts and strains, his old muscles tiring to apply enough force to cut the old hide.

He snorks, holding up the broken pieces. He shrugs, and begins to chant arcane words of power. Mending.

He laughs as the pieces grow whole again, using the tricks of magic. He shakes his old head.

Magic. Magic makes this job easy now.

He carries the whole harness out to the man, asking for no payment for it. He laughs too hard to request payment.

He goes in search of other work, other things to fill his day.

More tomorrow.


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Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

As Wren works at the bench in his hovel, suddenly there is a SLAM! as the front door not just flies open, but nearly shatters inward. Turning, Wren sees a pair of large horns studded with spikes and the large bowling-ball eye of Spirit staring in at him from the opening. The ram's head slowly backs out of the door and is replaced by Jorgan. "Heh heh. You like the new trick I taught him?"

Jorgan looks around and puts his hands on his hip. "C'mon, Wren! What are you doing here playing with leathers? Aren't you ready for our trip? C'mon, the dwarves are gathering." As Jorgan exits the building, he raps his knuckles on the shattered remains of the door, which begins to regrow itself. wood shape


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Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Kraygan woke in the stables beside his faithful yak, Haggis, awash in unpleasant smells, tastes, and aches, and a hangover pounding in his head like war drums.

He smiled.

It was a small price to pay for a really great night.

Things Kraygan remembers:
-Celebrating at the Ramblehouse by naming drinks after The Axes of Trunau.
Kraygan's Dwarven Catapult. A dry dwarven stout, bombed with a shot of whiskey mixed with yak milk.
Jorgan's Trunau Yak. A full keg of Steelkeg's current brew.
Vanderhoff's Tall Lady. A Lastwall blonde ale in a tall glass.
Wren's Piddlespot. Red wine vinegar (or any old wine) in a shot glass.
Torgan's Beardslayer. Ether, set on fire.
-Nearly burning his beard off with a Beardslayer.

What Kraygan somewhat remembers:
-Employing a bar bench propped on a barrel, aided by two big orc patrons as a counterweight to reenact his famous flight over the wall in the Battle of Trunau.
-Mistaking a neighbor's shed for the Ramblehouse privy.
-Chasing Ingrahild around the Ramblehouse with the threat of a kiss.

What Kraygan doesn't remember:
-Mistaking a neighbor's shed for the Ramblehouse privy twice.
-Chasing Umlo around the Ramblehouse with the threat of a kiss.

***

When Jorgan enters the stable and begins readying Spirit for departure Kraygan drags himself from the straw and dumps himself a few times in the water trough. He then puts on a somewhat fresh arming coat, straps on Uskroth's armor and Gorum's Thorn, saddles Haggis, then loads him up with weapons, ale, and other supplies. With the exception of the trough bath, the process had become routine after the last few weeks on the road and he did it without really thinking.

***

He chuckles when Spirit opens Wren's door, but his mind finally catches up as Jorgan officially declares his intent to leave town again so soon.

"Wait, we're leavin'?"

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
Jorgan Steelkeg wrote:
"C'mon, Wren! What are you doing here playing with leathers? Aren't you ready for our trip? C'mon, the dwarves are gathering." As Jorgan exits the building, he raps his knuckles on the shattered remains of the door, which begins to regrow itself. wood shape

Wren startles, then sags as his only solace has been invaded by dwarf and ram. And shattered wood to go with Wren's shattered dreams.

"Jorgan. My door," Wren says, stiffly trying not to cry as the dwarf begins to repair the damage. "I had hoped for time to reflect and think. Even that is denied to me."

Kraygan Steelkeg wrote:
"Wait, we're leavin'?"

Wren looks at Kraygan, surprised to see the dwarf. Then he looks at Jorgan. He slowly elfpalms the bridge of his nose, shaking his head slowly.

"Are we? I suppose you're going to bother me daily until we can get underway, eh?" Wren takes a deep breath, trying to keep a grip on his elven demeanor.

He looks to the heavens, as if they would answer him.

Why me?
You know what you did. What happened. You know why.

Wren's shoulder sag, his head droops. He does know why. He does.

Death will come quicker if you ride to meet it.

Wren nods to himself, trying to summon the strength and will to continue on.

"Fine. I'll go. But I'll need a few days to prepare. Two days. Be ready...and get out of my hovel!" Wren hisses, readying to fireball them all into cinders if the dwarves don't hie.

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Over the next few days Wren takes the time to mentally prepare himself for the trip. Outside he can hear the dwarves pacing and murmured voices in the streets speaking of giants massing in the hills.

Jorgan impatiently paces by Wren's door each day while Kraygan funds to keep the Ramblehouse open each night with Umlo and Ingrahild. The night before leaving Umlo reveals to Kraygan that himself and his sister would accompany the dwarves to their Grandfather's tomb but no further. They almost lost each other once already and Umlo has convinced her to settle down somewhere nice. Perhaps return to Trunau when it is over.

Outside of Wren's house Torgan stands upon a crate and preaches the words of his vision of fire and destruction. He speaks of the raging beard storm. Within the day most of the town seems to look rather worried as they whisper among themselves. The whispers quickly escalate to speculated stories and rumors. Over the course of the two days Torgan manages to gather a small group of followers.

As Jorgan leaves the stables to wait for Wren he sees roughly six and a half villagers (five men and a pregnant woman) surrounded around Torgan, listening intently to his drunken voice of doom. The villagers have multiple small cuts on their faces from trying to shave what they can from their faces, including the woman.


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I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

"Glorious followers of the Shorn Whiskers! We shall not back down and the Great and Fiery Beard shall not take our home!" yells Torgan to the crowd.

"My kin and the elfen prophet shall bring the battle to their doorstep to shave their beards and prevent catastrophe from raining down on Trunau!" he continues, becoming caught up in his own fervor.

"While we are away, spread the word of the Shorn Whiskers and keep Trunau safe!" bellows the dwarf with clenched fists raised high on his box in front of Wren's window.

Torgan is ready to leave now! :D

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren will spend a day regretting his decision to go with the dwarves, and the second planning on how to do it best. He finally gives up the leather trade, as he finally understands that it is a mockery of his arcane skills.

He reads, writes, and makes notes. He 'speaks' again with Silvermane, trying to get a better understanding of the weapons from the Vault. He prepares himself mentally and magically, knowing he will have few chances again to do so after he leaves Trunau.

Scribing two scrolls. Details to come in discussion.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

With a few more days left before they set off from Trunau Kraygan spends his time a little more wisely. Limiting his drinking to the evenings, he visits some merchants and magical experts with questions about Uskroth's Armor. As the official Stablemaster for Steelkeg Brewery, he makes an effort to tend the stables, and aid Jorgan with additional training for Spirit. He also develops a special trick for Haggis.

On the morning of the third day, as the group gathers to depart Trunau, he grabs his beard, lifts it high, and calls to Torgan.

"Hey Torg, I'm ready fer a trim!"

But when his cousin approaches with a knife Haggis surges between them and knocks Torgan away!

"HAR!" Kraygan bellows. "I call that defend beard!"


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Jorgan laughs and only shakes his head at Torgan's followers. He says to Kraygan, "If they got that prophecy wrong and we find a great fiery bear descending on Trunau, I'll never let them live it down."

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Just letting you guys RP it out. Just let me know when you are ready to depart. Hope Van is alright. He hasn't posted on the boards for a bit over a week now.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Jorgan is ready to go. I messaged Van last Monday but haven't heard from him yet.

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Giantslayer Book 3: Forge of the Giant God

Once again Wren goes over the stone map in his mind and correlates it to the maps of the Mindspin Mountains giving to him from the commander at Castle Firrine. From what he is able to tell is that Nargrym's Tomb is roughly a weeks journey southwest of Trunau.

The town bands together and gathers supplies and food for the yaks, rams dwarves and elf as they load them all up onto saddles.

Halgra smiles. Can't ave you make it out there and starve now can we. She grasps each of your arms. Come back safe. Stop this Tyrant before he is able to amass his army. If he truly has one at all.

The town suddenly seems eerily quite without the dwarves hollering and mucking about as the group sets out of the front gates once again.

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The week long journey itself is completely uneventful. It seems the days of quite and restful contemplation Wren asked for was answered by the gods themselves.

Following the geode treasure map you soon arrive at the base of Stag's Peak, a slender stone spire in the Mindspin Mountains near the border between Belkzen and Varisia. From Stag's Pike a narrow footpath climbs into the high mountains where the dwarves of Janderhoff built their mining fortresses in past centuries.

Orienting the map Jorgan sees that the map points away from those settlements, instead indicating an overgrown trail that leads to a high and lonely plateau overlooking the source of the Runtash River. While little is left of the path, small, weatherworn stone markers placed every hundred feet or so still mark the route.

Upon reaching the plateau , the trail heads into a wood of secluded pale, silvery aspens with golden leaves swaying slowly in the brisk and chilly mountain breeze. According to the map the tomb of Nargrym Steelhand lies within the wood.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren dismounts his magic steed. Today the beast is brown, trying to blend in with the forest more...as much as one can blend in amongst yaks and rams.

He recalls the map again, and points.

"I think we're close. Maybe over that ridge, or the one after, but we're close. And I think that's Stag's Peak...and this here might be Stag's Pike," Wren walks around, working his legs after sitting in saddle for the week.

"We should be able to follow this path towards the mining fortresses. In theory. But who knows what's going to be there now?"

Wren sighs, looking at the dwarvenkin. Then he looks toward his destination and his likely doom. He screwed up and this was his punishment. He would not survive. He did not deserve to survive.

Wren has been casting Mount daily (14 hours of horse). He will also have extended Mage Armor (14 hours as well) during travel times.

"Let's get going. You guys first." Wren mounts again, makes sure his bow is at the ready.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6
Wren. wrote:
"Let's get going. You guys first." Wren mounts again, makes sure his bow is at the ready.

"No problem." Jorgan, perched atop Spirit, takes the lead and tries to keep the company going the right direction. "So what are we hoping to find in here? Giant-killing swords and the like? I'm getting rather used to this new flaming scimitar...."

Survival: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28 +2 to track giants

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Jorgan easily finds the hidden trail as he uses the markers as a guide. Leading the way the group notices as the Aspen leaves rustle gently, glittering like pale, golden embers of a forge fire. The woods seem peaceful, almost quiet.

GM Rolls:

Chance 1: 1d100 ⇒ 77
Chance 2: 1d100 ⇒ 16
Chance 3: 1d100 ⇒ 32
Chance 4: 1d100 ⇒ 28
Chance 5: 1d100 ⇒ 22
Chance 6: 1d100 ⇒ 9
Chance 7: 1d100 ⇒ 33
Chance 8: 1d100 ⇒ 90
Chance 9: 1d100 ⇒ 55
Chance 10: 1d100 ⇒ 45
Jorgan: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27
Torgan: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Kraygan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Vanderhoff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Wren: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Partway through the woods Jorgans keen eye notices something unusual.The entire perimeter of the woods seems to be a series of traps all linked together with web tripwires. The traps are made from bent saplings that are set to hurl wickedly sharp shards of slate coated with a paralytic poison in all directions. He quickly grabs Kraygan who nearly steps right through one of the thick webs.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

"Giant killin swords? If it's a dwarf's tomb, then it'd better be a giant killin axe! Or maybe a goliath sling of giant slayin, or magic beans, or a magic golden yak tha' sh!ts golden turds!" Kraygan rambles on about what might await within a true Giantslayer's tomb. "No offense to Gorum's Thorn here, but it'd better have more to it then that bloody druid vault... Hey! Jorgan, what're ye grabbin at Haggis fer? If he thinks yer goin fer his beard he's libel to knock ye into next week!"

Noticing the traps.

"Oh..."

Looking around, he ponders. "Uh, maybe we should back up and trip these from a safe distance?"


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Torgan rides on his clean-shaven yak, contemplating how best to prepare Trunau for the impending invasion of the Fiery Beard as Kraygan points out the spider webs and he barely is able to duck before almost getting clotheslined off the yak.

"Oi! I ain't no fan o' spiders." he bellows. "An' I don't like traps!" he yells, drawing Agrimmosh from yakback. "Show yerselves!"

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren waits to see if Torgan's words has any effect before dismounting and examining the trap himself.

If he thinks he can set off the trap from afar (with arrow or Mage Hand or sending his Mount in alone) he'll do that from a safe distance. If that's not going to work, and they can go around the trap, they'll do that. And if that fails, he'll use his tools and take 20 to disarm:

Take 20 disable: 32.

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The peaceful woods remain quiet as Jorgan yells about. No response is heard. Wren spends several minutes investigating the trap and feels that he can successfully disarm it if given the time. Little by little Wren moves through the trees and either removes the poisoned slate or he slowly adjusts their position so that if they were to go off they would not harm anyone.

With the extensive trap disarmed Wren signals that it is clear as he remounts his magical horse. The rail continues on for about 100 more feet. The aspen wood thins here, forming a small clearing around a large granite obelisk covered with runes. Pillars flank a small, dark archway leading inside the obelisk. Above the pillars, the symbol of a clenched fist is carved into the stone. A strange structure, resembling a tent of shimmering gray webs woven between logs, surround the obelisk. The obelisk, a pillar stands nearly 100 feet tall.

DC 15 Knowledge Religion:
You recognize the signs as that over a dwarven tomb. That of Nargrym Steelhand, Famed Giantslayer.

The runes written on the oblisk are in Dwarven spelling out a traditional dwarven funerary prayer called "Torag's Epicede." Ingrahild gasps as she places her handover her mouth. Umlo places a shaking hand on her shoulder. This is it. This is our ancestors tomb. Ye found it!

Umlo falls silent as he notices movement. Two reatures walk out from behind the obelisk. These creatures are hideous purple as they walk upright similar to a man, but it's face is that of a spider. It's hands are sickle shaped claws. The creatures lay down a new log and begin to cover it in thick, sticky webbing.

DC 13 Knowledge Dungeoneering:
This is an Ettercap. Ettercaps are typically 6 feet tall and weigh about 200 pounds. They are solitary creatures and rarely group with others of their kind, even to mate. When they do group, they tend to attract a variety of different spiders, forming a strange collective of ettercaps and arachnids. Ettercaps are known for building cunning traps out of webs and other natural materials, using them to trap prey. They build shelters out of webbing, often high up in the trees away from other ground-based predators, and use monstrous spiders as lookouts and guardians.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33 Know (Religion)

Ayep. We've found the place. Yet another place that I'd rather not go.

"You sure you guys want to raid the tomb of your ancestor?" Wren asks while staring at the strange purple creatures. "Are those your ancestral tomb guardians? They are ugly like you all..."

Wren stays back behind the dwarves on his mount.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Probably shouldn't T20 to disable because technically T20 means rolling a 1 the first round, a 2 the second round, etc, but likely rolling a 1 on DD will trip it. So T20 is fine when there's no consequence for rolling a 1 and you have time, but usually not good for DD. Just for future trap reference.

Jorgan shakes his head at the suggestion of tripping it from a distance. "If it's rigged up to some communication or warning system, they'd know we're coming in. We'd lost the element of surprise. Let Wren take care of it, his little elf fingers are good for things like that... I think."

Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

After making it through the trip-web and finding the obelisk, Jorgan is admittedly at a loss. He doesn't know much about religion, except that he has a secret conviction that Gozreh is looking out for him. He is even more confused by the purple-skineed people, though. "Who are they? Should we introduce ourselves? Not sure I like the look of their faces but they don't seem to be doing anything wrong just yet..."

Face?

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Doh. *facepalm* You are correct. Either way, not going to go back and his next roll was the same thing.

What their faces look like? Is that what you mean?


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

No, I was prompting the "face" of this group to try speaking with them. But "face" is a relative term with this group I guess. I would jump ahead but I don't have time atm.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

"Hmmm... tha' was surprisingly easy..." Torgan says as they find the tomb. "I half expected th' entrance t' be buried under a giant hill o' gravel with a few different fake entrances..." he says, getting a great idea for his own tomb.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, Torgan sees the spider creatures and scowls. "I don't wanna be nice with spiders, but I guess it'd be mean t' jus' smash em up with no 'hullo'." he says, mostly to himself.

"Oi! Spiderlings! We've come fer our kin's tomb. Are ye th' guardians?" he bellows from a safe distance.

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The creatures heads swing around as they drop their logs at the sound of Torgan's call. The mandibles on their mouths twitch and snap shut as a shrill hiss emanates from within. The two creatures skitter along the outside of the building.

Init:
Jorgan: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Torgan: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Kraygan: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Vanderhoff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Wren: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Umlo: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Ingrahild: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Monsters: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

As the spider-like creatures skitter about the green spider-like humanoid spits a sticky substance from it's mouth at Torgan.

You ssstay away from Mother.... The spider hisses.

Web vs Torgan AC FF 17: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

The sticky goop falls short and covers the ground in front of Torgan.

Round 1

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Monsters
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Ingrahild
Torgan
Wren
Kraygan
Umlo
Vanderhoff
Jorgan

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Round 1, Init 7

Wren looks at the yaks and rams around him, realizing something he had not before.

"Your fat asses ride fat yaks. What have you been feeding them? They been drinkin' the same beer you guys have? How have they gained weight while we've been traveling?"

Wren moves back as he unlumbers his bow.

"That entrance looks pretty narrow. Your yakensteins might be waiting outside so you might want to get your stomping about done now."

Wren fires an arrow at the green ugly if and when it shows itself.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 to hit;
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 damage.

Wren Stats:

HP: 43/43
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)

Effects: mage armor

Right: bow
Left:
Acid 0/7 used Acid Dart (1d6+3 acid, 6/day) (Sp) As a standard action, ranged touch deals acid dam vs. foe in 30 ft.

[ dice]1d20+8[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] damage.

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