The Broken Age (Inactive)

Game Master Vinsomner

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M Half-Orc Brawler 6 (Shield Champion) / HP(43/94) / AC 22 T14 FF 18 / Saves F+11 R+11 W+5/ CMB +12 (grapple +14) CMD 26/ Init +4

When Bree came by and helped him, Tsakua had grunted his thanks. As she walked away though, it seemed like something was bothering her. Not sure what to do, he called after her "My thanks, little lass!"

Tying the sack of food to a long stick he had found, Tsakua looked around to see if there was more to carry. He didn't like wearing the armor of the king that had sentenced him and his companions to slavery, but every little bit would help.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Suddenly, Tsakua notices the stillness in the air. He couldn't explain it, but something felt...off. Seeing Octavian, Jietin and Iraldia, react to the stillness only confirmed this feeling. Looking around, he saw that Bree had gone back to the potions and seemed focused on them. Moving to where he could see the others, Tsakua moves over to the barracks doorway and leans against it.

By the way, Tsakua has mentioned limited food to everyone. We only have about 1 days worth, maybe enough for 2 if we stretch it.


Female Human Cleric <Fire, Good> - [ L01 (HP: 9/9) | AC: 12 / FF: 10 / T: 12 | Fort: +3, Ref: +2, Will: +6 | Init: +2 | Perception: +7 ]

"Uh, thank you," Marra quickly mutters before the gnome wanders off to assist others. Such a strange one. She flexes her arm, testing the limb. The pain still stung, but it felt at least somewhat better.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

She turns to find a few things to pack when she notices Octavian's gesture to Jietin, as well as Tsakua at the doorway, and only now does she notice the strange silence surrounding them. She walks toward the orcish man and lingers near the warrior, listening intently. All seemed silent outside of the barracks, before her eyes widen at the sudden snap of a twig. What was it that the wizard said...

"I think I hear something. Damned luck, we have company," she mutters to Tsakua, her fists clenched.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Which way? I don't hear a thing," Luca asks, moving in closer, almost by instinct.


Male Goblin Shaman 2 HP: 0/20 | AC:17 T:17 FF: 11 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +6 | Will: +7 | Perception: +11 Initiative: +6

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Zorgg notices the others acting like they noticed something. Not quit sure of what, he stops to listen.


Female Human Cleric <Fire, Good> - [ L01 (HP: 9/9) | AC: 12 / FF: 10 / T: 12 | Fort: +3, Ref: +2, Will: +6 | Init: +2 | Perception: +7 ]

Marra, hearing the dwarf's voice, tenses momentarily - though after a moment she nods her head in the direction of the doorway. "Unsure. But it's definitely outside," she says in a quiet voice.


Male Ilidari Transmuter Wizard (Archmage) 6(1) HP: 40/51 | AC:22 T: 14 FF: 22 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +4 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5 Initiative: +2, Darkvision 60 ft.

Just want to remind evryone, DM warned us about really short posts. Let's not tempt fate.


Game Master

A blue scaled head meekly poked out from behind one of the blasting barrels, his reptilian eyes gleaming like blue fire, though his stature is wary and unsure of the situation.

"Me be sent to you..." it said in a gravely voice, "Queen says to speak to you. Tells me to tell you that she will be seeing you soon." He was attempting to uses the blasting barrels as cover, the poor thing didn't even know what they were.

"I don't trust you intruders. You same as smelly humans. Built fort here. Steal mines. Take our ore." He hissed out as he lowered himself behind the barrel, just enough so only his eyes would peek out over the top. "She tell me to say she mean not to leave you without knowledge." He seemed to scoff at that, "You no worthy of queen! She is god and you not worthy!" It hissed again but then his eyes darted to the new opening in the fort. "You stupid things. No worthy, should be eaten!" He seemed to be lively.

"Queen says to leave fort soon, you in danger..." It snapped its teeth and seemed to take glee in that, "I hope you die, rot here, with humans!"


Male Ilidari Transmuter Wizard (Archmage) 6(1) HP: 40/51 | AC:22 T: 14 FF: 22 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +4 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5 Initiative: +2, Darkvision 60 ft.

"You are brave small one. We hear your warning, we respect your Queen. We slaves of humans until we kill them. Lots of bodies of humans, there for you to eat if want." Octavian said in hissing draconic. "We hates most humans, they disrespect us like they disrespect your Queen."

He holds a hand up to Jietin to hold back the berserker for the moment. "We leave soon, take fire barrels and use them kill more humans."


Female Kitsune Hunter 3/Rog1/Guard1| AC 16/T13/FF13| HP 35/41 | F4/R8/W3| Init+3| Per +9
Stats:
Atks: M +1/ R +4; Skills: Acro+5,Clb+7,DisD+9,HandA+9,Heal+7,Know(G)+8,Stlth+10,Surv+9,Swm+6

Iraldia watched the exchange passively. Her attention was on other matters. This kobold wouldn't have the presence to silence nature. What am I missing? She darted up the ramparts to survey the area. Her violet eyes scanned the road leading in, the horizon, and surrounding forest searching for signs of trouble. She pulled her bow off her shoulder and nocked an arrow, preparing for any trouble. She gave a sniff to the air and her ears twitched as they searched for sound.

Perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17


M Half-Orc Brawler 6 (Shield Champion) / HP(43/94) / AC 22 T14 FF 18 / Saves F+11 R+11 W+5/ CMB +12 (grapple +14) CMD 26/ Init +4

Tsakua half-listens to the conversation, something still not sitting well with him. Looking inside, he see's Bree finishing up packing the potions.

"Bree," he calls in a low voice. "When yer done, come over here. We may need to leave quickly." Turning back to the conversation, Tsakua scans the remains of the ruined fort, looking for any indication of trouble. Holding the stick the sack of food is tied to in one hand, he stands up straight from the doorway he was leaning on, ready for any trouble that may come.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20


Male Goblin Shaman 2 HP: 0/20 | AC:17 T:17 FF: 11 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +6 | Will: +7 | Perception: +11 Initiative: +6

Zorgg approaches the blue scalled creature. Me Zorgg. Me Goblin. Me hate humans too. I shall kill the humans. You will see that I am worthy even if they are not. Humans steal from my people, kill my people, and steal zorgg to make slave. We will be leaving soon.


Game Master

The kobold bristled when Octavian talked to it in its native tongue. It hissed as its lips pulled back in a snarl, "You no speak my tongue! You no worthy! No worthy!" His growl came out fierce and his eyes blazed with anger before he settled back, hissing with pure hatred. "Me no care bout dead humans, me no eat them, they stringy and lacking." The kobolds eyes glance to the opening in the outpost once more, suddenly becoming nervous. "Humans angered something ancient in area. Humans don't care bout anything." It clicked its tongue nervously, its eyes not moving from the opening.

While this happened and Iraldia climbed up the ramparts, she could see some underbrushes rustle slightly, though there was no breeze that would cause the disturbance. Something was here, watching the group for sure, but it seemed to be waiting for something, whatever it is.

Tsakua could swear he could feel something crawling up his spine as he stood guard, watching the courtyard with a hawks gaze. He could hear another twig snap and again, no source of movement to attribute it to. The twig snapping made the kobold jump and hiss at the general direction.

When the goblin approached the kobold, it hissed and snapped its jaws at the goblin, its hackles rising to a whole new level as it jumped up on top of the barrel, it had a crude sword in hand as it glowered down at the goblin. "Me hate goblin! Goblin take everything too! Goblin kill and eat us! It cackles rose even more, its body becoming incredibly tense, as if it was contemplating on attacking Zorgg, it would in all rights, but something stayed its scaled hand.

"Me cant kill you. Queen say so. Me wanted to kill you but you say you kill humans, kill humans good, maybe golbin not like other goblins. Maybe you clan not so bad. Human killers can be friends." It snorted as another twig snapping seemed to make it jump again. "Must leave, bad things out there. Watching." This creature seemed to be very flippant about its opinions.


Male Goblin Shaman 2 HP: 0/20 | AC:17 T:17 FF: 11 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +6 | Will: +7 | Perception: +11 Initiative: +6

Zorgg takes a step back, looking surprised by the creatures reactions.

Goblins eat many things. We like all food. I have never encountered your kind before, so I have no eaten your kind. Maybe you taste good, I do not know. Zorgg will not eat you today.

With that Zorgg takes another couple steps back and watches the creature. Waiting to see what he is going to do next.

sense motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Maybe we should go now everyone.


Game Master

Zorgg Sense Motive:
The kobold was very erratic, it was hard to get a read on it but you eventually do. It doesn't seem to be hiding anything from the group and is very genuine in its actions and words. It is incredibly nervous and almost fearful for whatever seems to be out there. Though it was not going to attack you or anyone unless it was provoked though it did genuinely disliked goblins for some reason, most likely a clan of goblins had warred with this creatures clan.


Male Goblin Shaman 2 HP: 0/20 | AC:17 T:17 FF: 11 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +6 | Will: +7 | Perception: +11 Initiative: +6

Zorgg turns to the others, with a nervous look on his face.

We really should get going. This little guy makes Zorgg nervous. Please can we get going now.


Female Kitsune Hunter 3/Rog1/Guard1| AC 16/T13/FF13| HP 35/41 | F4/R8/W3| Init+3| Per +9
Stats:
Atks: M +1/ R +4; Skills: Acro+5,Clb+7,DisD+9,HandA+9,Heal+7,Know(G)+8,Stlth+10,Surv+9,Swm+6

Iraldia sees the rustle. A unknown fear grips her. Whatever it was, it was hunting them, waiting in silence. Which way do we go...think like the hunter She closed her eyes, trying to glean some insight as to how they should proceed and avoid the danger.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

...No immediate ideas come to mind. But pointing out the rustle would only indicate their awareness of the predator, possibly urging to action. She leaped down from the battlements. "Forget the kobold. We need to leave now...Something is hunting us." her face was grave and her tone urgent.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

"Aye, I think we're all agreed on leaving," Luca says, having kept quiet while the kobold had spoken, "Our stronger tougher members on the flanks and rear with someone with good eyes up front. That'd give all of us the best chance of survival."

The dwarf looks to the kobold and gives him a smile, the kind that chills blood.

"Yer welcome to stay or run off on yer own if you wish, but I think you'd have better chances with us. Even if we don't smell much better than a pack o' humans," Luca looks over her shoulder to Marra, "No offense, ye understand."


Male Goblin Shaman 2 HP: 0/20 | AC:17 T:17 FF: 11 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +6 | Will: +7 | Perception: +11 Initiative: +6

Zorgg pushes his way into the middle of the group, and then looks up at everyone. Well come on then.
Zorgg might be chieftain of this group yet. None of them seem to be able to make a decision. Not like Zorgg. Zorgg talked down that dragon, and now I talked down that normal sized scaled creature. They are very lucky to have me with them.


M Half-Orc Brawler 6 (Shield Champion) / HP(43/94) / AC 22 T14 FF 18 / Saves F+11 R+11 W+5/ CMB +12 (grapple +14) CMD 26/ Init +4

Seeing the kobold jump confirmed Tsakua's suspicions. Where had it looked? Was that where the source of the noise was?

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Still not sure where those noises were coming from, Tsakua felt antsy, the way a slave felt when they were waiting for their master's to decide to let them live or die. Without taking his eyes off the courtyard, he calls out again to Bree. "Lass, we're needin' ye to come with us." What could be out there? Every instinct told Tsakua that they were in danger, but where would it come from?

Can i propose that we have myself in the rear, Jietin and Luca on the flanks, Iraldia and Octavian leading, and Zorgg, Bree, and Marra in the middle? Also, my vote is to head to the ruins, if we want to say we've talked about it already. Doesn't look like we'll have time to actually RP that out :)


Game Master

The kobold watches the development wearily. It almost seemed repulsed by the idea of traveling with them, though it took a moment to contemplate the issue at hand. Did his disgust of them really over ride his safety? His mouth opens more then once as if he was about to say something but then closes it with a frustrated look. It seemed as if it almost was true.

"Name is Izhak, I... follow..." his words sounded forced, he really didn't want to be with them, but he also didn't want to die! He valued his life of course.

The blue and white kobold jumped down from its barrel, it scurrying into the middle of the group nervously, though it may not like the goblin much, he was sure he wasn't going to be on the outside. He will use them like meat shields he will! Though they were pretty nice for letting him follow. Izhak was conflicted about the entire thing.


Game Master

I cleaned the current map up, once marching order is decided upon, place your tokens appropriately, thanks!


Male Ilidari Transmuter Wizard (Archmage) 6(1) HP: 40/51 | AC:22 T: 14 FF: 22 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +4 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5 Initiative: +2, Darkvision 60 ft.

Seeing as everyone was setting up to leave Octavian gathered all of the rope and chains and lashed 3 of the barrels of blasting powder together and started to drag them behind him. He tugged on the heavy load a couple of times and nodded with a satisfied expression. "Hmm not too bad. So where to, ruins or ambush location? If the humans arrive tomorrow and find this place empty there is no guarantee they will stick around. Ambushing them on the road might be the only to take them unless you want to stick around nearby tonight. If we take them we will have enough materials to set up an ideal location anywhere we choose as well as enough food to last us for weeks."


Female Gnome Oracle 6 / Heirophant 1 HP: 45/60 | AC:22 T: 13 FF: 21 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +5 | Will: +9 | Perception: +7 Initiative: +3

Breewyn was about halfway through gathering potions, when Tsakua called out for her. It was almost like a faint buzzing at the edge of her mind and she paid it little mind. She had to try and focus on the task at hand, to keep... 'it' away. She didn't want to hear it again, always telling her terrible, awful things. She grabbed a couple more of the potions when again she heard Tsakua call out. Once is no matter, but twice? That's very interesting. She bit her lip, trying to carefully and quickly gather up the rest of the potions. She hefted the sack, Oooof! That's got some weight to it. She struggled, doing her best to bring the potions out to one of her larger companions. She stepped outside, seeing tension everywhere. "What? What's going on?" She saw the small reptilian creature and blinked.

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Kobold? She had never seen a live one, but it was a very unique creature. She reached up to poke Tsakua in his side, trying to raise the sack of potions more. "Tsakua, can you take this please?"

After a couple moments she could still feel a tension from everyone, cause her to crane her head and try to listen.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

She could hear no noises beyond the outpost. No chirps or rustles or any other animal-like sounds. Nothing. This unnerved her greatly and gave her goosebumps. "Are we going? Something is wrong here... She felt unnerved by the stillness, and wanted to leave far from here.


Female Human Cleric <Fire, Good> - [ L01 (HP: 9/9) | AC: 12 / FF: 10 / T: 12 | Fort: +3, Ref: +2, Will: +6 | Init: +2 | Perception: +7 ]

Just making sure, was the kobold speaking the Common language? If not then disregard...

Upon what seemed to be a mutual agreement to leave, Marra turns to gather what remained of the bandages (seven remaining, I believe) from a nearby table, taking care not to move her bandaged shoulder too much. She was ready to depart as soon as she could - to go back home and simply mull over her life. And the suspense in the air was definitely helping.

Stepping to the entryway of the barracks, she takes a brief look at her surroundings, and a glance at the blue-white... reptile... thing that had spoken to them. If his warnings were indeed right, there was a new world of trouble awaiting the group. She was unsettled, and most of all, tired. Perhaps I should have just died earlier. "Is there... a sack where I can stash these?" she asks to nobody in particular, before she looks down at the bandages in her arms.


Female Gnome Oracle 6 / Heirophant 1 HP: 45/60 | AC:22 T: 13 FF: 21 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +5 | Will: +9 | Perception: +7 Initiative: +3

Breewyn turns to Marra, looking up at her, and then sees the bandages she is gesturing towards as she commented. "Oh! I think those can go in the sack with the potions." She points over to Tsakua, "I gave them to him to carry." She then turns back to Marra and smiles, but it doesn't seem as warm as it usually is. She still feels extremely uncomfortable with the stillness and really wishes they would move from this place very soon.


Female Kitsune Hunter 3/Rog1/Guard1| AC 16/T13/FF13| HP 35/41 | F4/R8/W3| Init+3| Per +9
Stats:
Atks: M +1/ R +4; Skills: Acro+5,Clb+7,DisD+9,HandA+9,Heal+7,Know(G)+8,Stlth+10,Surv+9,Swm+6

"Heading into the woods might not be the best idea. Whatever is there may catch us. Lets head to the plateau. We'll travel on the main road for a couple miles then swing south. It'll be a bit a climb up to the plateau."The kitsune started east toward the main gate, "I'll keep an eye out for patrols. We may run into one up there so be sharp." She moved ahead of the group, scouting their trail ahead.


M Half-Orc Brawler 6 (Shield Champion) / HP(43/94) / AC 22 T14 FF 18 / Saves F+11 R+11 W+5/ CMB +12 (grapple +14) CMD 26/ Init +4

Hefting the sack from Bree had given him, Tsakua wordlessly accepts the bandages and tosses them inside it as well before tying it on next to the food. Standing, he stretches his arms, still not able to shake the feeling he had earlier. Waiting to bring up the rear of the group, he keeps his eyes peeled, looking for something Iraldia may have missed. Outfox that huntress? Tsakua thinks. Not likely, but still, better safe than sorry. Adjusting his stick, he heaves a slight sigh of relief. "At least we're away from this blasted place," he mutters.


Game Master

Okay so the group is heading to the plateau then?

Fate: 1d100 ⇒ 66

The group finally heads out with Ishak following in the midst of the group. The day was beginning to grow late as they traveled along the road. The wild life was still mysteriously silent, as if it was watching them as they moved. Ishak was unnerved most of the time as they traveled though he seemed to be relaxing a little more with every step.

By the time the group reached the plateau, the sounds of the night were alive with chirping crickets. The plateau was more then perfect for an ambushing location as the land juts out perfectly from the mountain range. Further left of the plateau there was an outcropping, perfect for hiding tents or any sort of camp set up from view of the road.

On the plateau the party had a nice few over the tree tops, spanning all the way towards the far mountains north and to the west and east, though outpost could not be seen here due to the bend of the mountains and a hill between. The road the caravan would be travel sits just north of their current location, nestled almost right next to the plateau cliffs. It was at least a thirty to forty foot drop from the top of the plateau to the road below, perfect for ranged weapons.

The path down the road was slightly long and unruly, it would take a good amount of time for anyone to charge up or down the path, though it is the only path down from the plateau that wouldn't involve any sort of climbing.

Ishak scurried over to the ledge of the plateau and looked down into the forest, his eyes scanning it quickly before turning to the group. "Danger seems gone. Ishak still stay."

By now it was near dusk, the sun was settling over the mountain range, casting the world in a warm orange glow.


Female Kitsune Hunter 3/Rog1/Guard1| AC 16/T13/FF13| HP 35/41 | F4/R8/W3| Init+3| Per +9
Stats:
Atks: M +1/ R +4; Skills: Acro+5,Clb+7,DisD+9,HandA+9,Heal+7,Know(G)+8,Stlth+10,Surv+9,Swm+6

Iraldia crests the plateau and surveys the way behind. In a slow circle, she turns, wary of any signs of humans or the thing that bid its time. She pointed out the area best for sleep, "If we keep the camp to that area, we wont be spotted easily. Keep the fire small and they wont even know we were here until it's too late." She was weary and needed to rest. Her body ached and it was hard to focus. The kitsune began to unbuckle the battered armor she wore, freeing herself from its constraints. As she pulled the chest piece away, she took a deep breath of air and savored the cool air in her lungs. Finding a small grassy spot, she coaxed the edge of the forest brush into a comfortable bed.


Male Tiefling Barbarian 5 | AC 19, Touch 13, FF 16 | HP 65/86 | F +7, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Jietin breathes in the fresh wilderness air. Freedom. He closes his eyes and takes it all in. No longer will I have to do what I'm told. It's time to make my own way. He opens his eyes and pushes forward.

He inspects the plateau, grunting in approval. A good ambush location. "We make a low fire, off the plateau and behind it. I'm going to go find some real food."

Take 10 on survival for an 18. That will supply food and water for five people. Not sure what wild animals/edible plants are in the area.


Game Master

You will find some wild deer, rabbits, mostly small game. There will also some wild berries and grapes spread out and are quite abundant in the area.


Male Tiefling Barbarian 5 | AC 19, Touch 13, FF 16 | HP 65/86 | F +7, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Jietin comes back into the camp as the sun is completely below the horizon. Over his shoulder is a small deer and on his other is a string of rabbits and quail. He unloads these as well as some various colored berries, eating a handful of them as he looks around. "Let's get that fire going."

Between Zorgg and Jietin we should be able to feed everybody with survival checks no problem.


Male Goblin Shaman 2 HP: 0/20 | AC:17 T:17 FF: 11 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +6 | Will: +7 | Perception: +11 Initiative: +6

Zorgg looks at the amount of food that Jietin brings in with a concerned look on his face.

Giant friend. You did not brink enough food. We will starve in a day. Zorgg go back and find more. Zorgg good at finding food.

With that Zorgg heads out in another direction.

survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21


Game Master

You generally find the same types of food, but you also manage to find a couple apple trees that are prime for picking.

Also, once everyone is agreement for the rest everyone will officially ding to level 2, then I will adjust the time and make beginning day post.

Jietin and Zorgg manage to find quite enough food to last a couple days, on top of the trail rations that were packed. The wildlife seems to be plentiful around in the area along with a surprising amount of fruit bearing trees. The soil in this valley seems to be quite rich and fertile. It wouldn't be hard for anyone to settle this area, which what the humans had seemed to have in mind.

The night was creeping in as the sun was nearly set at this time. More dangerous type of wild life wont pose a risk to the groups current location so it would be safe enough that everyone can sleep without posting a guard.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

After everyone has had a chance to eat and rest their feet, Luca turns to Jietin and Zorgg.

"Thank you both for finding some food to fill our bellies with. We may have more people to care for soon, and we'll need both of you more than ever," the dwarf says earnestly as she rummages in the pack she'd filled with documents.

"From what I've found here, the caravan likely has a lot of supplies, tools, and people they've enslaved. It seems those in the fort wanted more backs to break their lashes on," she says with a low growl, "I won't demand your help, but I would be grateful for it. Beyond freeing slaves, we should also try to capture the leaders of this caravan alive. They may know where the dragon's clutch is, and having some information to begin with is better than none at all. Unless," Lucas sapphire eyes fall on Ishak, "our friend here would like to help his queen by helping us find her clutch so we can return it to her."

The dwarven woman looks around the group, her eye bright for the first chem since the fall of Dovan-Dur.

"It's likely a fool's errand. Death will harry our heels with every step, but this is what the legends and songs of old are made of. Who's with me?"


Male Goblin Shaman 2 HP: 0/20 | AC:17 T:17 FF: 11 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +6 | Will: +7 | Perception: +11 Initiative: +6

Wow this guy is intense.

Zorgg will help you strange one. Zorgg good at finding food. Zorgg loves to eat. You stick with me and you won't go hungry.

Zorgg nods at Luca as if in agreeance.

These people really need me.


Male Tiefling Barbarian 5 | AC 19, Touch 13, FF 16 | HP 65/86 | F +7, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Jietin just grunts and shrugs. Might as well give you some food. This land is bountiful enough.

He swallows a large chunk of deer and spits. "Aye, I'll help free the slaves, but that dragon can go eat its own tail. I'm not going to become another kind of slave after finally touching freedom. Especially to an evil bastard like that. If I find her eggs, I'm going to break and eat them."


Male Ilidari Transmuter Wizard (Archmage) 6(1) HP: 40/51 | AC:22 T: 14 FF: 22 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +4 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5 Initiative: +2, Darkvision 60 ft.

Octavian is silent as he eats his own haunch of deer and is almost in ecstasy over the simple but fresh and hot meal. He washes the meal down with fresh and cold water that he summoned for everyone and even that simple fluid was another step towards the divine. Cleaning his hands and chin with water he finally participates in the conversation. "And then what Luca? What do we do with the prisoners once we're done with them? Do we put them in a prison we don't have? Do we lower ourselves to their level and put chains on them and let them work the mine? With the universal hatred all of the soldier's seem to have, do you really want to gamble any of our lives in the attempt to capture one alive?"

He reaches in his bag and takes out the guard's journal and rips out the first two pages before tossing them into the small fire. He begins to write into the book in a strange language while continuing to speak.

"No I hate to say it but the dragon chose the wrong group to ask for help. We have our own problems here and now and the fact is those soldier's are simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. We're not going to negotiate with them, we're going to take from them. They will protest, we will kill them. We must do what is necessary to take that caravan and survive. Right now survival is all that matters."


Male Tiefling Barbarian 5 | AC 19, Touch 13, FF 16 | HP 65/86 | F +7, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Jietin casually rips off another chunk of meat. "Capture one alive if we can, kill them if we can't. All it takes is a blow to the head instead of a stab to the guts. And once we're done asking questions we'll kill them too." He swallows his chunk and takes another bite, shrugging off the talk of cold-blooded killing like it's nothing.


Female Gnome Oracle 6 / Heirophant 1 HP: 45/60 | AC:22 T: 13 FF: 21 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +5 | Will: +9 | Perception: +7 Initiative: +3

Breewyn looks back and forth between Luca, Jietin and Octavian as they made plans about the caravan. She was just happy to have found a soft spot of grass to rest on after their long trek away from the slave outpost. It had been an exhaustive journey and it was taking a lot of her willpower just to fight from falling asleep on the spot. She did nod off a couple times, only to have angry bickering once more wake her. Her eyes looked even more tired than they usually did, and she sighed some as she listened to more plans. Kill them, don't kill them. Capture them, don't capture them. I wish we could agree on something. She thought bitterly, and then she stared up into the sky as the light from the sun started to fade, and the sky was slowly giving way to stars. The stars always did bring her peace, and she smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

"And what if they surrender," Luca counters.

This was madness, Luca thinks to herself, The dragon wouldn't care what they thought. In her eyes, they were bound to find and return her clutch, and then these two were talking about killing everyone.

The light in her eyes fades, and her eyes turn as dark as the midnight sky.

"To hells with it. You don't care what I think," she mutters before getting up and going to the edge of the firelight.


Male Tiefling Barbarian 5 | AC 19, Touch 13, FF 16 | HP 65/86 | F +7, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perc +10

"Then we don't have to waste any effort in killing them. I'm not going to cry over those who have been in charge of my imprisonment." He glances up as she storms off, then shrugs and goes back to his meat. Not really. I bow to no person, even another ex-slave. He belches and grabs a rabbit leg. That dragon was a fool to think a bunch of newly freed slaves could help find her eggs.


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Ishak had just settled down near the edge of the fire light, watching the group and just listening. The beast was just silent as the bickering picked up, or well it wasn't much of bickering but discussion. The kobold just watched. It hadn't really responded to any of the inquiries made before it. Though once Luca had stormed off from the group he stood up and silently followed her, moving to stand to her right and in front, it looked up, its reptilian eyes catching the firelight.

"Queen is grateful," it said, its voice holding a slightly different tone. "If clutch not found, if heirs not saved, you will be saved." He snorted before moving up to the edge of the plateau, its small silhouette almost blending in to the night sky. "Queen will visit group again. Queen sees potential, Queen not stupid." It turned its head back to look at Luca. A devilish grin formed on its lips. "Blood will be spilled, it will rain with blood" A small cackle rose from it. It pointed a finger at the entire group, its eyes flashing with a white light, "No matter, fate will catch. Fate will decide."


Female Kitsune Hunter 3/Rog1/Guard1| AC 16/T13/FF13| HP 35/41 | F4/R8/W3| Init+3| Per +9
Stats:
Atks: M +1/ R +4; Skills: Acro+5,Clb+7,DisD+9,HandA+9,Heal+7,Know(G)+8,Stlth+10,Surv+9,Swm+6

Iraldia broods at the edge of the camp, listening to the new but similar arguments. Her thoughts swarmed like bees around inside her skull, making it hard to focus on just one. Her thoughts turned to the caravan. Why would they kill the prisoners and then take on more? Lack of room? She reached over and scratched a sleeping Gommie behind the ear.

This business with the dragon was dangerous indeed and she certainly never wanted to deal with one. But that choice wasn't hers any more. The kobold was right. The dragon would be back, tracking them down if need be. They would die if they didn't find the clutch.

"Fate is nothing to choice. Fate may be powerful and drop a dragon in your lap. But it cannot decide the choices that we must make. We choose how to respond and react to the challenges before us. We choose our actions. Our actions direct our fate. Fate will not have hold on us if we make that choice. Fate has thrown us together as a group and we must choose our path collectively or separately. And that's what I don't see right now. Decisive action. We must come to an agreement on the path before us or it will tear us apart, both figuratively and quite literally." The kitsune found herself standing close to the group now. She took a deep breath to calm her flaring passion. She swept the circle with her eyes, meeting each one in turn, save the human who she wasn't quite comfortable with yet, "We must decide where our values lie and then we act accordingly. I value you all and I will not abandon you except in the face of extreme foolishness."


M Half-Orc Brawler 6 (Shield Champion) / HP(43/94) / AC 22 T14 FF 18 / Saves F+11 R+11 W+5/ CMB +12 (grapple +14) CMD 26/ Init +4

Tsakua had remained silent for most of the day, thinking and enjoying the breeze and sunshine, but this discussion wasn't as pleasant.

Turning to Octavian and Jietin, he posed a simple question: "Did you lads ever have a family?"

Waiting to see if he had everyone's attention, Tsakua continues, almost sheepishly: "'ve never had one. Don't know m'parents, and m'first memories are in chains. Back when I were searching the barracks fer supplies, I found letters from th' soldiers, letters to their loved ones." Eyes flashing, he stares into the flames. "Slavery is death, ain't no other way about it. Slaves are ripped from their families and sent to hells they couldn't've dreamed of. Are we that much like them as would rule us? I'm not sure I'm fer rescuin' dragon's eggs, but tis a purpose at least, more'n just sowing death and destruction." Standing, Tsakua turns from the fire.

Retreating into the darkness, Tsakua's thoughts are raging. Should've kept m'mouth shut. Alone, he begins exercising, frustration and doubt pushing him to find a way to strengthen himself.


Male Tiefling Barbarian 5 | AC 19, Touch 13, FF 16 | HP 65/86 | F +7, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Jietin nods sympathetically. "My story is the same as yours. But that doesn't mean I'm blinded by it." He leans forward, putting down his rabbit leg. "Rescuing dragon eggs for an evil dragon is sowing death and destruction. If we rescue those eggs, every evil thing they do is our fault. I'd rather face down that big b%@~& myself than let that happen."


Male Ilidari Transmuter Wizard (Archmage) 6(1) HP: 40/51 | AC:22 T: 14 FF: 22 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +4 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5 Initiative: +2, Darkvision 60 ft.

"I wouldn't say that she was evil. Evil would have killed us because we dared look at her. Evil would have used magic to enslave our very souls. She did neither. She appealed to our morality albeit in an extremely arrogant and demanding way. She is after all a dragon. Pride and arrogance go hand in hand with such creatures. Despite all of her ferocity and power, she acted very much like a mother desperate to find her children." Octavian said. He flipped back a page to check something and nodded with a satisfied expression before returning to writing.

"I do not refuse the dragon's request because of her actions but because of our situation. Right now we cannot afford to look for her eggs. We have little food and the clothes on our back and the booty from our fight are our only possessions. Simply put, bad timing."


Female Gnome Oracle 6 / Heirophant 1 HP: 45/60 | AC:22 T: 13 FF: 21 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +5 | Will: +9 | Perception: +7 Initiative: +3

Breewyn was tracing the constellations in her mind, all the different star patterns. It brought her a bit of joy as she stared up at those twinkling lights, trying to see if she could drawn new ones from already known ones. She had almost wished she grabbed something for which she could draw them with. When she hears Tsakua speak about families and loved ones, she suddenly felt a pang in her chest. A single tear formed as she thought about Uncle Urgle, and how he had always been like a father to her. He was the only family that she could remember, try as she might, and even the humans had taken him from her. She was still heartbroken that she never did find his hat among all the found possessions of the slave encampment. She breathed slowly, trying to bring her emotions back under control, as she watched him walk away again. She wiped the tear from her face, and listened as Jietin made his boast. She thought him a bit mad, for thinking he could take on that fearsome creature, the same matron who Ishak called queen. Octavian had countered his boast with his own observations. She smiled some, before feeling her stomach rumble some. She scooted closer to the fire, taking some of the berries they brought back and small portion of meat to nibble on.


Male Tiefling Barbarian 5 | AC 19, Touch 13, FF 16 | HP 65/86 | F +7, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Jietin snorts. "No, all she said was "obey me or die". Not evil at all. You're confusing evil with mindless violence and cruelty. The worst kind of evil is the kind that is subtle, because not everybody recognized it for what it is." He leans back. "I'll help free slaves, but if any of you go after the eggs, I'm gone."


Male Ilidari Transmuter Wizard (Archmage) 6(1) HP: 40/51 | AC:22 T: 14 FF: 22 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +4 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5 Initiative: +2, Darkvision 60 ft.

"How do you expect her to just out and ask for help? From us? Mere two legged mortals who were cowering in fear from her? I'm not saying she was right, simply that I believe her motivations were not evil. Perhaps tomorrow if we are victorious over the slave caravan we can revisit the possibility of her request. Tonight however I believe it in everyone's best interest to get a good night's sleep. I will take first watch." Octavian says. He snaps his book closed and tucks it away wedged into his belt at the hip.

He takes his spear in hand and stands up with a slightly pleased groan of tired muscles with a full stomach. He stands there for a moment scratching his chin and looking around the group. His eyes land on Luca and a moment later he steps over next to her and begins to quietly speak in dwarven. "I feel I should apologize for my...threats earlier today. They were spoken in a moment of stress and I want to assure I have no intention of following through on them."

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