"...Perhaps if we move quietly we won't disturb them..."Altai looks at the looming shapes of Claw and Gjetost. "Uh-huh."
Elgan smirks gleefully. "Wah'll misteh Altee, dere's allus' a firs' tiahme fur evvert'ing!"
And a last,.....MWAHAHAHAHAAA!!!
J/K
"Think I been here a'fore..." Dok is checking out the scenery, looking for anything sights, sounds, or smells that might jar his memory further.
Pip looks about
"Nice place. I might have to buy a summer house out this way"
"I think I would prefer to live somewhere with more color. Not so muted as this."
"Yeh. Iz nut jes' deh color, iz the smells tew. Everthin' iz jes' so,... dull."
"Considering the appearance of the things that took Beldan, I'd say this place is plenty interesting. Just not out here." Altai looks at the the weird patterns formed by the birds. "A little dullness is OK right now."
"Fair enough. Not that I'm totally against visiting a place such as this." She looks around and shudders, "But I'm not keen on waking up to it every day."
"Yeh, I kin appurciate it jes' fine. I'd jes' perfur teh do it frum a distance." Elgan echoes the sentiment.
"Ah don' mine visitin', Ah jes' don' wanna liv heah!"
You hear a bell, high pitched, twinkling. On the other side of the ridge where a herd of something is bleating away.
"Think I been here a'fore..." Dok is checking out the scenery, looking for anything sights, sounds, or smells that might jar his memory further.
You're very, very young. You're being carried Yoda style on somebody's back in a papoose rig. He's old and sweaty, and it's cold. It's raining, drizzling, and lightning thrashes in the dark.
On a hill, a shadowed rider appears.
He who was carrying you reaches up a greenish gnarled hand, to draw the backsword slung next to your papoose bag.
The blade slowly slips forth, next to your eye, or so it seems to you;
this....this blade being drawn......it has an effect on the rest of your life; you fear the horrid thing, and so you make the blade yours.
This vision, memory,.....impacts your childhood, and lies the path of your life out for you......a life by the blade. Rushing about in the wilderness.
The horseman canters down toward who or whatever is carrying you.
And you feel your heart racing like mad.
That's what kinda occurs to you, as you look at the ridge, where on the other side you hear the bleating herd.
AND, I don't spoiler this; everybody else sees this vision as well, in their mind's eye. From the papoose's pov; the papoose that will one day grow into Dok the half orc ranger.
. "A little dullness is OK right now."
NWAHAHAHAAAA!!!
(got the ap volume by Richard Pett ordered up; the one with Leng in it; I should have it in a few days......_
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"Most interesting. Master Dok, I feel there is a strong connection between this realm and your past. Or your future."
Hello,
um,.....work today has left me a totally neurotic mess, and I'm useless for frolicking in the steppes of Leng.
Sorry for my lack of presence.
"Most interesting. Master Dok, I feel there is a strong connection between this realm and your past. Or your future."
heh heh.....
perception rolls
Perception:
On the hill crest above, you see at least one figure; crawling low; slinking about the big boulders; trying to look inconspicuous.
About 100 feet away from you.
Huzzzah!
Perception:
Eyeing the creeper, Dok says "Be ready. Got a prowler."
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"Got him." Gjetost shifts the preposterously heavy bag he lugs around. "Should I put a couple of rocks in him?"
Frowning as she scans the area indicated by the ranger, the kensai reaches for her bow. "Do they appear hostile? How far away?"
You got time, Emrael.
Nobody else sees much more than Pip; Em can't see anything, but Dok sees the creeper too.
Humanoidish; human sized 5'8 to 6' maybe; dressed vaguely in a bedouin style i.e. long robes, sandals, head wrappings.
No evidence of massive weaponry; just the skulking and the fact that its face is covered is kinda disconcerting.
A wind blows, a wind flecked with rusty, bloodclot looking snow.
An allusion, an augur portending doom mayhap???.......
"Got him." Gjetost shifts the preposterously heavy bag he lugs around. "Should I put a couple of rocks in him?"
heh heh.....cool avvy.
Huzzah!
"Got him." Gjetost shifts the preposterously heavy bag he lugs around. "Should I put a couple of rocks in him?"
"Perhaps we should talk first," the old monk demurs. "Even here, surely not everyone will be an enemy?"
The lurker continues lurking. Out of sight now; behind a boulder.
You got time, Emrael.
Nobody else sees much more than Pip; Em can't see anything, but Dok sees the creeper too.
"Perhaps we should talk first," the old monk demurs. "Even here, surely not everyone will be an enemy?"
"I agree, sorta. Let head up there and chat up our new friend." Altai hasn't seen anyone. "Did you see anyone?" he hisses to Elgan, squinting towards the general area Satari and Gjetost seem to be discussing.
You got time, Emrael.
Nobody else sees much more than Pip; Em can't see anything, but Dok sees the creeper too.
Yeah; Gjetost sees em.
Woah; Elgan's got mad perception.
He saw all three of them.
They're all in the same general area; up amongst the boulders.
Within.....fireball's burst radius.
Altai feels creepy about himself, for thinking in those terms.
(I don't though).
"Maybe the best thing would be to get him down here. Just in case he has buddies in ambush position up among the rocks."
"How you gonna do that?"
"Yew meen dem dere tree fellers raght oveh dar?" Elgan asks Altai, pointing exactly to where the moving one hid.
"Yah, dey not bad ah s'pose, but dey ain't nuttin un mah cuzins. Dey kin hide lahk deys a polah bars inna snowsturm! At lests ah tinks dey kin. Ah neveh rally seen a polah bar. Ur a snowsturm fer dat matteh."
You see an image of a polar bear in your head; it's chilling. It seems wrong somehow, though.
Everybody sees it; the wind starts to moan, and the bloody gobs of snow seem to assault any and all exposed skin.
"This place is so alien; the place is wet, but not the least bit warm."
"How you gonna do that?"
"Like this."
"HEY YOU!! GET DOWN HERE OR EAT GIANT ROCK!!!"
"Gjetost, put one about two yards to his right. That ought to get a reaction."
One of them speaks back in Greyhawk common.
"No fight? Parley?.....Trade goods?"
One of their number starts walking down to you.
He's human sized, face totally hidden by veils and wrappings; he looks like a shepherd.
An extremely skilled at sneaking shepherd.
He has a shepherd's crook.
And a ruby jeweled shamsir slung over his back.
Perception or sense motive rolls if you like;
he kinda seems to walk a little different than your standard human.
Hard to explain; it just feels wrong.
"I am Hokemesheb;" his voice seems garbled, like he's talking through a water bong.
"No need for giant rock; we trade goods, yes?"
He addresses Gjetost;
"these people be your trade goods? I have many, many rubies for them."
Perception:
Sense Motive:
"You... Buy people?" Dok asks, trying to keep any malice from his voice.
"Only if for sale, good orcblood. Are you the lord of these folk?"
He's got hooves. Not feet. Cloven hooves.
And,.....he's trying to hide the fact that he's.......not entirely human.
As to why?........it's anyone's guess.
Everybody feel free to say stuff/parley/accuse him of wanton douchebaggery/whatever floats your boat.
This is a little "welcome to Leng" montage; everybody feel free to interact with this weird place and gather your bearings; you need bearings in order to be taken away from the right path into madness.
It's conducive to immersion............
The wind dies down; the snow stops snowing so much.
The strange man that has hooves, named Hokemesheb if he is to be believed;......whispers something.
Perception dc 30:
Knowledge Planes roll if you like, if somebody inevitably hears his mouthing.
I'll mediate/describe some time later; there's no hurry.
"That one;" he points to Satari, whilst addressing Gjetost;
"too old, and too tough and grizzled. He wouldn't do for much.
He's too skinny as well."
"That one;" he points at Pip.
He addresses Gjetost.
"Is he a Ziggy? He has a Ziggy implement, slung at his back."
Huzzzah!!!
and,.....back in a few hours.