The Golden Pegasus

Game Master Sai Ling

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Male Half-orc Expert 1/Inquisitor (Preacher) 2 [ HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 15 | F: +5 R: +1 W: +7 | Init: +5 Perc: +8 | 1st: 3/3 | Judgment: 1/1 ]

Tomag watches the goings-on with interest. When Vallen asks for more volunteers, the half-orc raises his voice in support. "I can assure you," he begins, "that our newfound friends will welcome and protect any volunteers as well, if not better, than we would." He takes a deep breath, his less-vibrant-than-normal grin still clear on his face. "I have not been here long, but I have seen how you folk persevere in this environment. And I am struck with your vigor and passion! And I know, deep in my heart, that you all wish for what is best for Newspring," he pauses again, letting the statement sink in.

"The Dawnflower saw that I would reach this place, unharmed, so that I might join you. And now her light has shown us new allies, and an opportunity for the both of us to benefit from that relationship. I would ask, once more, that any who would volunteer, please step forward. It is not a sacrifice you are making, but a chance for a brighter tomorrow!"

Diplomacy to aid Vallen: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24


Indubitably Never 3d6

Elisa Kralish gives Vallen a strange look, and then nods her head, as if she's reached a decision.

"I will go," she says, and then turns to Melilla. "You will be well. Edmund and Sandra will make sure of it. You keep the dagger, I do not think I will be asked to fight."

"Who will come with me?" she says, and a few sheepish faces show that people are shamed.

"All right, then," a new voice says. It's a man named Gil, who has been working on the walls mostly. He steps forward and nods, a bit nervously. "If nobody else is willing, I'll go, though I don't know why the rabbit isn't going if she wants to."

"The mosquito wants her to stay," Ingwe says, laughing his deep, cruel laugh. "You should have chosen your relatives more carefully. She speaks of the power of words, but she stands before you all, speaking in our tongue to conceal her meaning from you all. Once, she was glad enough to leave her sister behind in chains, though now she makes chains of words to keep her sister here. Twice Cueta Guiding Star has left Newspring, since she returned with Melilla."

"No." Gwenci interrupts, Blaidd whispering in his ear. "At cave, say hobgoblin say one, not hobgoblin say one. Say no." He points to Melilla. Then he points to Gil and Lady Kralish. He closes his eyes for a moment, and then shakes his head. "Say ... not no."


Male Half-orc Expert 1/Inquisitor (Preacher) 2 [ HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 15 | F: +5 R: +1 W: +7 | Init: +5 Perc: +8 | 1st: 3/3 | Judgment: 1/1 ]

In a very rare display, Tomag shoots Ingwe a look, his smile fading completely. His sharp glare is a very clearly-worded dissertation on why he would do well to shut his arrogant face, and to keep it shut.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15 Curse you, dice! I need to be more intimidating!


Indubitably Never 3d6

+12??????? ust promise me you won't take Skill focus or something.


N female Human (Ulfen) Cavalier (Castellen/Courtly Knight) 1 / Magus (Hexblade/Bladebound) 5 | HP 41/41 | AC 2618 (13 Tch, 16 Ff) | CMB +7, CMD 19 | F+8 R+4 W+5 | Init +4 | Perc +6 (+2 when holding Eitleán), SM +10 (+2 when holding Eitleán) | Speed 30 ft | Arcane Pool: 7/7 Rhimeblade Pool: 2/2 Fly: 3/5| Active conditions: ioun stone +2 perception, shield 10/10, total defense

As Cueta speaks, Sorala takes note of Gwenci apparently making sense of some of what is said. A little too soon, the historian thinks, and makes her way over to the goblins. "Rydym yn siarad am y penderfyniadau yma. Mae llawer o ddadlau, hyd nes ein bod i gyd yn cytuno. Neu llawer ohonom, beth bynnag. Sut ydych chi'n penderfynu ar Broken Valley Penglog?"

NWG:
"We talk for decisions here. Much arguing, until we all agree. Or many of us, anyway. How do you decide at Broken Skull Valley?"

Wincing as Cueta insults Ingwe, and then again as the Mwangi tells the crowd that the goblins don't need warriors, Sorala keeps quiet and tries to listen to what the goblins are saying. Once Gwenci speaks, Sorala smiles a small, tight smile. "Gwenci, byddwch yn dysgu'n gyflym. Rwy'n gwneud argraff fawr. Felly, yr ydym i gyd yn deall, Blaidd am i'r fenyw hŷn a dyn i fynd Broken Valley Penglog?"

NWG:
"Gwenci, you quick learner. I'm very impressed. So we all understand, Blaidd wants older woman and man go to Broken Skull Valley?"

perception on goblins talking: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

Cueta's fists clench as the half-Mwangi starts laughing. When Ingwe speaks of her sister, Cueta's voice comes out a low, clipped growl. "I. was. a. child." Clenching her fist again, Cueta has a powerful - and happy - fantasy of her fist crashing into Ingwe's nose, blood immediately soaking the ground as he tumbles to it. Breathing deeply, and focusing on that happy thought, Cueta speaks again, loud and forceful, more a yell than an oration, flowery words gone.

"Yes. I left my sister, and yes, I want her to stay. I've said no different. Those words were spoken in my tongue for my sister. Not you, Ingwe-agwọ-na-na-na-ata. Not anyone else until you made it Newspring's business."

Cueta closes her eyes and sighs, deeply, and turns to Melilla, her voice more measured. "Though twice today I have been called a master, and so like all devils Ingwe-agwọ-na-na-na-ata spits half-truths with his forked tongue. Sister, I do not wish to keep you chained, against your will. Know that I ask you to stay, and accept that you won't."

diplomacy if needed: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

Vallen looks on with concern as the scene unfolds, his face darkening as Ingwe questions the motivations of Cueta. He says nothing, however, as Gwenci's interruption stuns him for a moment. Him instantly picking up on old world goblin was a surprise, but this? Gwenci has never heard Taldan until two days ago... but he is always listening, always watching. Incredible. I see why they sent him and Sharpeyes.

He shakes himself out of it, but lets Sorala handle the situation while eying up Cueta during her admittedly justified outburst against the shaman. The dwarf gives Sorala a nod of confirmation, supporting her question about Lady Kralish and Gil.


Indubitably Never 3d6

Blaidd chuckles and pats Gwenci on the back, then speaks to Sorala.

"Rydym yn penderfynu pethau'n wahanol. Yr wyf yn ein siaradwr. Hamgen yw ein cyffredinol. Bragwr yw ein gwneuthurwr." He speaks slowly, but offers no further explanation. When asked about the "guests," he sighs and shrugs. "Byddwn yn cymryd y tri ohonynt, gan ein bod yn gadael tri o ni, ond dau yn yr hyn yr oeddem yn cytuno ar. Os ydym am gymryd dim ond dau y byddwn yn gadael yr un tywyll. Mae hi'n beryglus."

NWG:
We decide things differently. I am our speaker. Hamgen is our general. Bragwr is our maker.

I would take the three of them, as we are leaving three of ours, but two is what we agreed on. If we are to take only two we will leave the dark one. She is dangerous.

"Cueta eduhie-eduhie-kpakpando, you speak of the power of words." Ingwe says, and laughs, patting his huge stomach. "I hope I am not a snake crawling on my belly in the morning. You called for volunteers, and now Gil goes to his fate because of your words. We have only your word for what awaits him, but we know what you think of Elisa. I think it right that people know why you would stop your sister from volunteering. If that makes me a snake...." He shrugs and then hisses in a most snakelike way.

Gil looks decidedly nervous.

polyglot:
misleading star


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

Vallen listens to Blaidd intensely, a question wandering into his mind. Who is Bragwr? What does he make? He is not a smith, or they would not have sent Sharpeyes on her mission. A leatherworker or bowcrafter?

Taking a breath, the priest speaks to Blaidd. "Elisa a Gil da. Dysgodd Elisa fenyw, ond caledi a welwyd. Ddal gan siarc-dannedd, eu cam-drin ... Rydym yn achub. Gweithiwr Gil, cefn cryf. Mae'r ddau yn dda." He does not look at Melilla as he speaks, staying focused on Blaidd. "Mae'r ... AH, un tywyll. Perygl, ie ... gweld ... gormod o ... meddwl yn cael creithiau dwfn. Cadwch yma am ddiogel."

NWG:
"Elisa and Gil good. Elisa learned woman, but seen hardship. Captured by shark-teeth, abused... We rescue. Gil worker, strong back. Both good.

The... ah, dark one. Danger, yes... seen... too much... mind have deep scars. Keep here for safe."[/b]

He turns to Cueta, frowning at her fuming. Approaching her, he lays a hand on her forearm. "Cueta. They wish to take Gil and Elisa." He says softly, looking over to Ingwe. "Ingwe. It is not Cueta's word alone, but mine, Gair's, Zoriya's, Kal'tos', and Tomag's. We have kept no information from any of you-" He sweeps his arm to the rest of the crowd. "we have only spoken the truth."

He turns to Gil and Elisa, palms facing upwards, before enveloping a fist in the palm of his other hand, elbows at 90 degrees, in front of his chest in a traditional dwarven oath-swearing stance. "With Torag as my witness I swear by these hands which craft in his name that Blaidd is an honorable soul and will look after you both."

He then bows his head to the two of them, beard stuck in place by his namesake silver clasps as he maintains the stance and looks them in the eyes. "I swear. Please secure your belongings and prepare to leave with Blaidd when he is ready to embark. Thank you, from all of us."

Torag, let these two learn much, and let the rest of Newspring see what they do for the greater good.


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

Cueta smiles as Ingwe mentions Elisa Kralish. Lady, I learned much from you and your polite company, to be called a snake by a snake. When the witch doctor hisses, Cueta laughs, a long and low chuckle tinged with menace. "Mr. Obuti, how can everyone know what I think of the Lady Kralish when I don't know what I think of her?" Turning to Elisa, Cueta stares at the woman, surprised at how small and frail her former master looks. "M'lady, it is true that for many years I hated you. But I am happy that this past month my sister had you for support, and you her." Suddenly aware of Vallen's hand on her forearm, Cueta absentmindedly, pats the priest's hand. "Thank you, Vallen. I apologize for getting drawn into Ingwe's games." She spends the rest of the moot ignoring Ingwe, but alternately looking to the half-orc and Melilla, trying to read their mannerisms.

sense motive Melilla: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
sense motive Ingwe: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16


Indubitably Never 3d6

"Do you think nothing happens here when you are in the forest, sister?" Melilla says to Cueta. "We know what you think of her because you spoke of killing her. I went to the shaman, seeking the protection of the spirits for her."

"I believe that I will be as safe with the hobgoblins as I am anywhere," Kralish says to Vallen, with a sad smile. Then she looks at Cueta. She looks long and hard, and then gives her a thin smile. "You saved me from those horrors. I thank you for that. I hope you don't regret it, and I hope that you will take the time to understand Melilla. She saved me more times than I can count."

"So Lady Elisa and Gil will go to the hobgoblins," Edmund Thayer says. "We thank you for your courage, and I promise that if any harm befalls you because of this, it will be answered." It is clear he's not entirely happy with the situation.

Blaidd and the other warrior pick up their packs, and Blaidd speaks to Vallen. "Rhaid iddyn nhw ddweud eu ffarwel i gwrdd â ni gan y stondin cegid yng nghornel ogledd-orllewinol y gwersyll wrth iddi nosi. Mae'n fwy diogel i deithio yn y nos."

NWG:
Have them say their goodbyes and meet us by the hemlock stand at the northwest corner of the camp at dusk. It is safer to travel at night."

Cueta:
Melilla is close to losing it. Hard to know what shape that will take, but she's practically shaking as she looks at Lady Kralish.
Ingwe seems to have lost interest.


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

Vallen bows his head again to Lady Kralish, before turning and listening to Blaidd with a questioning look. He wouldn't reveal what makes their lands unsafe before... I doubt he will now.

He then speaks to Gil and Elisa. "Blaidd requests you meet him and his warriors by the hemlock stand at dusk to begin your journey to Broken Skull Valley. They prefer to travel at night. It is only a six hour walk, or so. And... thank you. From all of us."


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

As the Lady Kralish addresses her, Cueta shifts under her gaze and uncomfortably and looks to the ground, all too easily falling back into the subservient posture of her youth. "Aye, Lady, there is nothing more in this life I wish than to understand my sister." Looking to Melilla, Cueta notes with alarm the all to common reactions her own body has to anger and stress - clenched fists, slight shaking, a grim set jaw. Avoiding her sister's line of sight as Melilla stares at Elisa, Cueta moves towards her, making sure along the way to firmly grab the arms of her three closest compatriots - Vallen, Tomag and Kal'Tos - and then squeezing, forcefully and making a brief but hard stare into each set of eyes as she moves.

Approaching her sister, Cueta adopts a low, calming tone to her voice, while looking to see if her sister's dagger is visible. "Sister, I am glad you went to the shaman. Know that it worked - I have no desire to hurt the Lady. How can I help you sister? I see that you are hurting."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24


Indubitably Never 3d6

"I've become accustomed to hurting," Melilla says to Cueta, bitterness flaring in her voice, but the anger fades as quickly as it rises, and as it fades, she seems to sink into herself. She wears the dagger at her waist, the three rubies in the hilt glistening.

"You wanted me to stay, so I've stayed. I know how it feels to be abandoned by my sister, and I would not wish that on you." She speaks in a dull monotone, her eyes staring at some distant point in space, her face blank.

"What shall I do?" she says.

Meanwhile, the meeting is breaking up. People are returning to their tasks, their faces showing the strain of the night's events. Both Lady Kralish and Sandra Thayer linger, not so close that they can hear the conversations, but close enough that they can see. They speak softly to one another.

Gil, meanwhile, is asking anyone who will listen a thousand questions about the hobgoblins.


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

Vallen casts a glance at Melilla and Cueta before he is distracted by Gil badgering anyone he can find with questions.

With a sigh, the priest intercepts him, and attempts to answer as many questions as he can. While he's at it, the priest teaches him a few words in their tongue.

"Ie means yes. Dim means no. Bwyd is food. Dŵr is water. Uh... Ble mae'r geudy means Where is the latrine?" Taking on the demeanor of a teacher to a student, the priest crosses his arms over his beard. "Now, Gil, repeat them back to me..."


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

Istiel moves away from the meeting as it starts to break up, turning her attention towards Manari as they walk away. "তারা মানুষের সাথে দরকষাকষি ... আমি হতাশা আরও যায় আশা করি."

Elven:
They bargain with people... I hope the desperation goes no further.


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

Cueta stands, hands clasped in front of herself, not sure what to say to her sister's question. Is it rhetorical? Does she mean tomorrow? Does she mean with her life? Eventually, Cueta offers her opinion, in a small, soft voice. "There is much to be done here, Melilla. Tomorrow, I may go fishing, or help with the building around here. I also have been thinking of training some birds, so that we may communicate with our friends up north. If you'd like to try your hand at fishing, building, or bird catching, I'd love the help."

Of course, Melilla's training Vada too.


N female Human (Ulfen) Cavalier (Castellen/Courtly Knight) 1 / Magus (Hexblade/Bladebound) 5 | HP 41/41 | AC 2618 (13 Tch, 16 Ff) | CMB +7, CMD 19 | F+8 R+4 W+5 | Init +4 | Perc +6 (+2 when holding Eitleán), SM +10 (+2 when holding Eitleán) | Speed 30 ft | Arcane Pool: 7/7 Rhimeblade Pool: 2/2 Fly: 3/5| Active conditions: ioun stone +2 perception, shield 10/10, total defense

Sorala approaches Gil and Vallen, and standing off to the side, waits for Vallen's tutoring to be done. "There is one more thing, Gil. The hobgoblins have some way that they are keeping Broken Skull Valley safe. They have been hesitant to tell us. Don't put yourself in any danger, and don't risk upsetting the goblins, but if you can observe what they are doing, it could help Newspring as well. You are doing everyone a great service."


Indubitably Never 3d6

"হতাশা সবে মাত্র একটি শতাব্দী বেঁচে থাকতে যে প্রাকৃতিক অবস্থা," Manari sighs to Istiel, and then goes back to working on her scrolls.

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Gil engages with Vallen gratefully, and shows a grasp of languages that would rival any completely ordinary, half-starved farm-hand. "What was food again? Bwyd? It sounds like a moron asking for bread. What do they eat, anyway? Is it safe? Do they really eat soup made from bird's nests?" ad nauseum.

He nods with great seriousness when Sorala asks him to spy. "I'll keep a close eye out, Miss Tharn."

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"I do not know how to do those things," Melilla says. "I know how to serve and dress a noblewoman, but I don't imagine you'd like that. I will help the dwarves with armor. I can't work metal, but I can sew. And I will train with the other warriors, if there is any here who would spar with me." She looks around, dubiously.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager) 1
Normal:
[ HP: 15/17 | AC: 13 T: 10 FF: 13 | F: +4 R: +0 W: +2 | Init: +2 Perc: +8 | Rage: 5/5 ]
Raging:
[ HP: 17/19 | AC: 11 T: 8 FF: 11 | F: +6 R: +0 W: +4 | Init: +2 Perc: +8 | Rage: 5/5 ]

Vada notices Melilla speaking with her sister, and approaches the two women. "Hi," he greets them, seeming a bit at a loss for words. "I heard you were really something last night," he addresses Melilla, "taking out a bunch of those things with just a dagger is mighty impressive. Is there any chance you could teach me how to fight like that? I spent most of the time hidin' behind that half-orc fella, but he isn't always gonna be here if bad stuff happens." The Chelaxian scratches the back of his head, looking a little embarassed.

Obviously, the concept of being trained by a woman of Melilla's stature seems to make Mateo a tad uncomfortable, but more for his need to be protected than any other reason.


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

Lol. Oh Gil. I love you Nerk.

Vallen's eyebrows slowly raise as he can see they are not sending their best diplomat for the job. Lady Kralish will do a much better job, I think.

"Uh... Yes, the goblin tongue is strange to those unaccustomed to the undercommon languages, but you will learn quickly when immersed in the language. No, no they eat a lot of grains and meat. Their food tastes strange but it's very filling."

The dwarf strokes his beard as Sorala speaks to the farm hand, sighing softly. "I do not like this, but... We know they have sent Gwenci and Sharpeyes to spy on us, in a way. I'll be teaching Sharpeyes to smith, afterall. Kind of... sanctioned spying, really..."


N female Human (Ulfen) Cavalier (Castellen/Courtly Knight) 1 / Magus (Hexblade/Bladebound) 5 | HP 41/41 | AC 2618 (13 Tch, 16 Ff) | CMB +7, CMD 19 | F+8 R+4 W+5 | Init +4 | Perc +6 (+2 when holding Eitleán), SM +10 (+2 when holding Eitleán) | Speed 30 ft | Arcane Pool: 7/7 Rhimeblade Pool: 2/2 Fly: 3/5| Active conditions: ioun stone +2 perception, shield 10/10, total defense

Haha awesome - Cueta would like this Gil guy - they both have an appreciation for food.

Sorala shoots Vallen a sharp look. "Well, I'd say don't think of what I'm asking as spying, per se. Think of it simply as learning from another culture what they do that can be of use to our culture. There is nothing underhanded about anthropology. And, Gil, let me repeat this - don't go out of your way or put yourself in any danger. I just want you to know that this is something to keep an eye out for."

Taking leave of Vallen and Gil, Sorala makes her way over to the Lady Kralish and makes the same request.


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

Cueta scowls as Vada interrupts her and Melilla's conversation. "Very well, sister. If you would like to learn, I will be available for you. And... thank you for staying. I will make everything up to you. Everything." Turning to Vada, Cueta eyes him suspiciously. [/b]"And you, farmer. If you hurt my sister..."[/b]

The Mwangi leaves the rest unsaid and turns to go about her day.


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

Vallen gives his head a shake at Sorala. "Whatever you want to call it. I learned from Sharpeyes last night that the elves left behind a forge and smithing equipment when they left the Broken Skull Valley. A time will come when Sharpeyes is a journeyman smith and will want a forge of her own. When I go to help her set it up, I intend on asking many questions of their matriarchs, if I do not find answers from Sharpeyes herself."

The priest leaves to put the finishing touches on the forge and ensure the charcoal burning is proceeding smoothly.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager) 1
Normal:
[ HP: 15/17 | AC: 13 T: 10 FF: 13 | F: +4 R: +0 W: +2 | Init: +2 Perc: +8 | Rage: 5/5 ]
Raging:
[ HP: 17/19 | AC: 11 T: 8 FF: 11 | F: +6 R: +0 W: +4 | Init: +2 Perc: +8 | Rage: 5/5 ]

Vada holds his hands up in a placating gesture, saying, "I'm not so sure I could, even assumin' I wanted to, miss!" The look on his face shows that his words are genuine. "That's why I'm askin', after all."


Indubitably Never 3d6

When Vada asks Melilla's help, she looks at him in shock, and is shaking her head when Cueta intervenes.

"D'you really think anything he can do will hurt me?" she says, and looks back at Vada, her eyes suddenly full of fury. For a moment, it looks like she might start carving him up, but then she shakes her head and givse him a sad smile. "I don't know why you'd want to fight like me, when there are so many skilled warriors here. Before the ghouls, I'd never been in a fight in my life, and with them.... I just didn't care if I lived or died. I only cared about killing them." She shrugs. "You got a temper?"

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Meanwhile, Gil is looking at Sorala as if she was speaking a different language. He looks at his hands, and then holds them over his head. At last he gives Vallen a nervous look and clears his throat.

"I do't know much about spying and persays, but if.... if I've done something to ... er ... anthropologize for, maam, I sure didn't mean it. I really liked Mister Garrett and ... well, I'm truly sorry." He scratches his ear, hopefully.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager) 1
Normal:
[ HP: 15/17 | AC: 13 T: 10 FF: 13 | F: +4 R: +0 W: +2 | Init: +2 Perc: +8 | Rage: 5/5 ]
Raging:
[ HP: 17/19 | AC: 11 T: 8 FF: 11 | F: +6 R: +0 W: +4 | Init: +2 Perc: +8 | Rage: 5/5 ]

Vada looks a little worried. "Not more than most folk, I think. But sure, I get mad. I've been fit to be tied with this whole damn situation we're stuck in for weeks now, but all we can do is try to make ourselves a home here," he sighs, slumping a little. "And if I gotta get madder to make sure we got a home to come home to, then I'll spit fire out me ears." He stands to his full height and looks resolute, determination heavy on his brow. "And I think you're just the person to teach me that, miss Melilla."


N female Human (Ulfen) Cavalier (Castellen/Courtly Knight) 1 / Magus (Hexblade/Bladebound) 5 | HP 41/41 | AC 2618 (13 Tch, 16 Ff) | CMB +7, CMD 19 | F+8 R+4 W+5 | Init +4 | Perc +6 (+2 when holding Eitleán), SM +10 (+2 when holding Eitleán) | Speed 30 ft | Arcane Pool: 7/7 Rhimeblade Pool: 2/2 Fly: 3/5| Active conditions: ioun stone +2 perception, shield 10/10, total defense

Sorala cocks and eyebrow at Vallen, a smirk crossing her lips. "Don't worry about it, Gil. You've got nothing to anthropologize for. Just remember, don't put yourself in harm's way, and be thankful to your hosts."

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As the funeral breaks up, Sorala goes and finds Cueta as the Mwangi prepares her boat for fishing. Holding Garrack up to get the warrior's attention, Sorala waves the statue over her head as she approaches."Cueta, I need your assistance. I have a length of tiger oak back at Newspring. I need the larger end turned so that it fits into the base of Garrack here, where Gaross Stonejaw carved this hole." Turning the statue so that the base faces Cueta, Sorala runs her finger along the hole in the base of the statue, the hole being about an inch in diameter, and bored into the limestone two inches deep. "You can see the threads are uniform. Gaross did a fine job."

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Later in the evening, Sorala makes her way to Kal'Tos. "I'm going to spend some time out at my tiger oak tree tomorrow, and I don't know when I shall return. I learned something from the goblins last night, something the council should know. I'll leave it up to you all whether or not to tell Newspring in my absence. The goblins think that the ghouls and ogre were sent by the elves, which have sailing ships. The birds have given them the knowledge of necromancy, and thus it was them that raised the Harpy's sailors. The goblins think the elves were testing our reactions, and will return - it is not a matter of if but when. The ogre, the goblins say, have weak minds and are easily broken. This suggests to me that there is no alliance between the giants and the elves."

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Sorala then makes her way to the other council members and gives them the same news.


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

Cueta smiles and winks at her sister. "N'ezie o nwere ike ghara imerụ gị, nwanne. Ma, ọ maghị na. Best bụghị na Chel ọ bụla echiche. I go fishing now."

Polyglot:
"Of course he can't hurt you, sister. But he doesn't know that. Best not that the Chel gets any ideas. I go fishing now."

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Cueta holds her hand out for the statue, noting Sorala's hesitance as she hands "Garrack" over. "You're right - Gaross did fine work. I'd be happy to help you out - you were kind enough to teach me Taldane history, after all." Which I should really take advantage of. "Leave Garrack with me - and yes, I'll treat him safely. Leave the tiger oak branch at my sleeping area. I'll do it when I get back."

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Even though the fish don't bite today, and the mist prevents much of a view, Cueta enjoys being back out on the water. Smiling, she tumbles the ogre parts into Lillend Bay.

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Setting a long building plank across a couple of tree stumps, the tiger oak branch on top of it, Cueta hacks a rough cut with her hatchet off the top of the tiger oak, leaving a stub about one inch in diameter and two inches long. Measuring off a more precise measurement with a carpenter's pencil and ruler, Cueta then assembles her pedal lathe, and wraps the lathe belt around the branch. Slowly at first, Cueta pumps the foot pedal, setting the tiger oak into a spin, at a faster and faster pace, until the Mwangi sets her chisel to it, slowly peeling off a spiral cut of wood, working her way up the stub as the oak branch spins. Finished, she stops pedaling and blows the dust off the branch, and then screws the statue onto the stub, a perfect fit. Almost as good as fishing. Smiling, Cueta goes to give the staff to Sorala.


male Dwarf barbarian 3

Kal'Tos thanks Sorala for bringing this to his attention and seeks out Vallen.

"Alas my friend I believe I must depart Newspring again sooner than hoped. If this elvish threat is what the goblins say it is we must gather information, perhaps they have a weakness we can exploit or other enemies we can work with."


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

Vallen is going to be soooo pissed about Sorala putting the statue on a stick, way more than having a hole drilled in it. :p Also it amuses me it's "her' tiger oak even though Vallen found it/also uses it. Not that he's had time to "relax" lately. Relax in quotes because he carves dead people out of limestone to unwind...

The blonde dwarf chuckles at Gil as he walks away, just shrugging at Sorala.

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Vallen is on his back, inside of the forge, carefully carving an outlet on the small-scale crucible he intends to use for smelting small batches of iron ore.

He crawls out of it once Kal'tos calls him, wiping the dust off of his beard. Sighing at the news and beginning to pace, Vallen shakes his head after a long moment of silence.

"Kal'tos, brother... This is grave news. Another potential ally... twisted by the foul influences of chaos. Necromancy on top of it all! ... I cannot go with you, though. Once the forge is complete, my place is here, doing Torag's work. I must seek his blessings for us all- make tools, weapons, and armor for the people here so we can prosper and defend ourselves. There is also the matter of the hobgoblin contract, and I have an apprentice now... Yes, I must stay here now. There is too much work for me to do, I cannot leave." He seems adamant, and clearly has no desire to leave Newspring or his forge unless forced by circumstance.


male Dwarf barbarian 3

"I understand Vallen, I expected as much but felt I should let you know that I will be leaving in the next few days. If it was solely up to me, I would lead a group out in the morning."


Indubitably Never 3d6

Melilla seems to size Vada up, and then nods her head. "You're a farmer? Let's go and you can show me how to ... farm things, and I'll teach you everything I know about fighting."

As the day goes on, Vada starts to see that what Melilla knows about fighting is exactly what she said. They work, and from time to time, they put down their work to spar. If it really is sparring. The girl simply rushes at him headlong with everything she's got, kicking and punching and even biting once, and hardly seems to notice his efforts to fight back. Though he is much taller than she, and nearly twice her weight, her ferocity overpowers him again and again, until at the end of the day, something clicks, and he meets her fury with his own.

No need to roll it out, and his bruises and whatnot have no in game effect, other than one day of retraining towards barbarian.

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Gil nods his head to Sorala. "Alright then, maam. I can manage that."


Indubitably Never 3d6

After the morning's meeting, the rest of the day passes uneventfully. Ingwe seems to be busy with his shrine to the spirits, and though he hardly seems to eat, his huge girth is in no way diminished.

The Thayers have been working hard and pushing hard to complete their palisade and longhouse, and work on the farms and gardens proceeds as well.

Horn'Tos and Gaross have been busy with the skins of animals the hunters have brought in, and have produced 2 hide armors and 2 hide shirts (which, if unclaimed, will go to random guards).

The night is cold, but clear, and the people of Newspring gather to say goodbye to Gil and Elisa Kralish. The hobgoblins stand by awkwardly and the three that are staying hardly seem to acknowledge those who are leaving, and vice versa.

Unless anyone wants to say/do anything...

27 Gozran

The next day morning is cold, near to freezing, but out of the shadows of the trees, it warms quickly. Many people find reason to work near the beach this morning.

A few faces are nowhere to be seen, however, and when curiosity and concern take hold, it is discovered that several of Newspring's residents have been stricken with a kind of fever that has weakened them so they can barely stand.

Sadly, the affected include Gair, Hassan, Paaie and Zoriya.

"They were standing near the pyre when the ghouls were burned, weren't they?" Gloria Wall says, an Andoran woman, one of the few whose family had survived the journey intact.


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

No wonder Ingwe isn't losing weight. I bet he's pulling the same abstemiousness trick Vallen is using, AND eating his half-rations. There are bigger fish to fry than gluttony though.

27 Gozran

Vallen wakes in the night as it gets cold, and throws a blanket over himself to try and keep out the chill...

When first light dawns he wipes the dew off of his beard and face, stretching and staring off into the distance where the forge is located. Torag... just a few more days, and I will once again my anvil will make music that praises your name.

The priest meets with the hobgoblins at the forge, checking up on them and giving them their allotment of abstemiousness nuts for the day.

Daily linguistics roll: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 Nope. One day.

He is about to find Sorala and inquire on when she would begin the Hob's lessons in Taldan when he learns of Gair, Hassan, Paaie and Zoriya and others falling ill. Stricken with dread that they have contracted ghoul fever from the battle, he rushes to where the sick are being kept and attempts to confirm his suspicions, looking over the patients with concern.

I have never heard of ghoul fever being transmitted by inhalation. Could it be something different...? More hidden dangers of this new land?

The dwarf touches his iron holy symbol as he kneels next to Gair first, touching the mighty warrior's face to check if he is conscious. "Bolka... grant me your divine sight to see this disease for what it is, and how to relieve the suffering of our hearthmates."

Vallen casts Guidance for a +1 to heal

Heal to identify disease, aid from Tomag and Kal'tos: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 20


male Dwarf barbarian 3

Kal'Tos goes with Vallen and renders what assistance he can in determining the disease.

Heal to aid Vallen 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12


Male Half-orc Expert 1/Inquisitor (Preacher) 2 [ HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 15 | F: +5 R: +1 W: +7 | Init: +5 Perc: +8 | 1st: 3/3 | Judgment: 1/1 ]

27 Gozran

Tomag's grin drops away completely when he hears about the fever affecting some of Newspring's villagers. He joins Vallen and Kal'Tos in checking on the sick, assisting the dwarves wherever he is able.

Aid Another (Heal): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12


Male Human Incanter 3

Seeing the other healers already there, Septimus does what he can to assist.

Aid vallen's heal 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

Gozran 27

Istiel is up before dawn, trying not to shiver as she sits in a tree near the beach on guard duty.

When the suns rays begin to bring warmth back to the land, she climbs down from the tree , taking a moment to stop and listen to the sounds of nature awaking from its slumber. Animals had slowly started to return to the land after it had been ravaged by the hungry mouths of Newspring, the sounds of songbirds and a rummaging squirrel complimenting the soft drone of insects.

The elf walks through the village like a cat on the prowl, seeking out the dwarf Kal'tos. When she finds him, her large brown pupils and face are impassive as she speaks. "Kal'tos. You are in favor of scouting the land. Let us gather..." She stops speaking when she notices the array of sick, a brief look of shock crossing her face as she sees Gair among them. "What happened..?"


male Dwarf barbarian 3

"Istiel, I may require an hour or two to help Vallen stabilize the sick, but he and Septimus should be able to care for them once that has happened. I will find you when I am ready to leave, perhaps you can see who else is willing to come in the mean time? "


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

The elf's lips are tighter than before as she listens to Kal'tos. She simply gives him a terse nod, briefly looking back at the arranged sick before attempting to find the Mwangi.

The elf approaches the woman, arms crossed over her chest and a slightly more sour expression on her face than usual. "Cueta. Myself, Kal'tos, and Tomag wish to scout the east. We leave in a few hours."


N female Human (Ulfen) Cavalier (Castellen/Courtly Knight) 1 / Magus (Hexblade/Bladebound) 5 | HP 41/41 | AC 2618 (13 Tch, 16 Ff) | CMB +7, CMD 19 | F+8 R+4 W+5 | Init +4 | Perc +6 (+2 when holding Eitleán), SM +10 (+2 when holding Eitleán) | Speed 30 ft | Arcane Pool: 7/7 Rhimeblade Pool: 2/2 Fly: 3/5| Active conditions: ioun stone +2 perception, shield 10/10, total defense

The migraine comes on strong and sudden, waking Sorala from her fitful sleep. Sighing, the woman grabs the Garrack staff and her quill and parchment, and makes her way to the tiger oak, where in the past she her headaches have subsided. The half-elf digs the staff into the ground by the tree, and then sits facing it, staring at Garrack's likeness, and regulating her breathing like the true elves do, trying to force the pounding from her head, which it does as the night gets colder and Sorala's breath comes out in measured, cloudy bursts.

See, I told you I'd see you again, love... Garrack's voice comes, unbidden, into her head. That was foolish of you, to attack a ghoul on the beach like that. You're no warrior, remember that...

Staring at the statue, the moonlight seems to glint off its eyes, perhaps due to a shift in the clouds, or the swaying of a branch overhead. "It was foolish, Garrack, I agree," Sorala says, breathing into her hands for warmth. "But what could I do? There seemed no other options. Istiel was going toe-to-toe with one of those creatures and losing. I hoped, if nothing else, to distract it enough that the warrior could land a telling blow."

There are always options, love. Did I not speak with you many, many times about the new land around you? What we would find? What we would use for our New World? There are always options. Listen to what the world is saying...

And so Sorala listens through the night, to the sound of the wind in the trees, the nighttime bugs, and as dawn breaks, the sounds of birds coming to wakefulness in the slowly replenishing land around them...

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Until the young woman wakes with a start near dawn, at some point having fallen asleep at the tiger oak. What are you trying to tell me, Garrack? Leaving the staff, Sorala jogs to the camp, where she runs first to Cueta. "Sanding paper. I need some."

Then it is off to the halflings, for an iron pot, two tin cups and some marsh plants. To the spring, to fill the pot, and then a long slog, dragging the full pot, taxing the woman's strength, back to the tiger oak. Sorala barely notices some sort of commotion going on at the camp, and quickly pushes it out of her mind. Last, the woman finds a bush, sprouting some red berries, probably poisonous, given that the foragers have left them well alone.

Ripping a branch from the brush, Sorala mashes the berries with a stick in one of the tin cups. She builds a fire and adding the marsh plants to the springwater, brings the pot to steep, making a bitter tea. Taking the sanding paper, Sorala sets to work removing the bark from the branch, and then in the afternoon, the woman drinks her tea and listens to the land around her, trying to find the lessons in Garrack's teaching.


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

Istiel finds Cueta at the beach, where Cueta is instructing three Newspringers in the fine art of spearfishing. "..they're everywhere. All you need is patience. We'll be building nets soon too, I'm sure there's rigging back at camp. So, anyways, you wade into the shallows and wait for them to come to y-"

Turning with surprise, the Mwangi is instantly on alert to see the elf standing there, that pinched, pained expression on Istiel's face a little more pronounced than usual. Relaxing when Istiel explains the purpose for her visit, Cueta hands her teaching javelin to the nearest recruit. "If that was an invitation, I'll come. If not, I'm coming anyway." Turning to the fisherpeople, Cueta says, "Walton or Sai can finish your lessons. Believe me, you'll catch much more food in the bay, river and marsh than you will running around the woods."

Starting fisherpeople team.


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

Istiel continues to stand with her arms crossed, giving Cueta a curt nod. She turns, speaking as she walks away. "Good. Meet us at the old sycamore."

The elf considers finding Bern as well, but visits Manari first to inform her of their plans. "বোন, আমি কয়েক ঘন্টার মধ্যে পূর্ব বন ক্যানভাস অন্যান্য 'সঙ্গে যাব করা হবে না. আমরা কয়েক দিনের বেশী চলে না করা উচিত." She looks to the east, frowning and setting a palm on the sword hilt at her belt. "আমি মনে করি আমরা স্থানীয় পরী সম্মুখীন হলে কি হতে পারে উদ্বিগ্ন. আমি দাস এমনকি .... আমি তারা প্রথম আক্রমণ করার আগে আমার সাথে কথা বলতে চাই আশা করি, তারা এই কালো পাখি প্রাণী এবং তাদের নিলামীতে না ভয়."

Elven:
Sister, I will be leaving with the other scouts to canvas the eastern forest in a few hours. We shouldn't be gone more than a few days.

I am concerned what may happen if we encounter native elves. I fear they are the thralls of these black bird creatures and do their bidding, slaves even.... I hope they would speak to me first before attacking.


N female Human (Ulfen) Cavalier (Castellen/Courtly Knight) 1 / Magus (Hexblade/Bladebound) 5 | HP 41/41 | AC 2618 (13 Tch, 16 Ff) | CMB +7, CMD 19 | F+8 R+4 W+5 | Init +4 | Perc +6 (+2 when holding Eitleán), SM +10 (+2 when holding Eitleán) | Speed 30 ft | Arcane Pool: 7/7 Rhimeblade Pool: 2/2 Fly: 3/5| Active conditions: ioun stone +2 perception, shield 10/10, total defense

As the day grows long, Sorala takes the crushed berries and rubs the sanded-down staff, staining the wood a reddish-brown, the stripes of the tiger wood showing boldly with the color.

The shadows turning long, Sorala pours herself another cup of tea and settles into her meditative pose, concentrating on Garrack, and before long, he visits her again. Everything you need is around you, love. Listen to it. It will tell you. This New World will tell you. Talk to it. Command it. Use it for your will. But respect it...

And so it goes, late into the night, Sorala talks to the New World, and to Garrack, and learns and listens, until at some point she drifts off to sleep, where the historian talks and listens to the New World, and learns from it.

Training 1/3 days


Indubitably Never 3d6

The various healers discover that the sick are afflicted with no-post fever, a condition that can only be cured by the players showing up, and can be fatal.

Manari nods as Istiel reports, and then says softly, "আপনি আপনার রায় ব্যবহার করা আবশ্যক. আমরা এই পরী জানেন, আমরা শত্রুদের থেকে শিখেছি মনে রাখবেন. সতর্কতা অবলম্বন করা আবশ্যক. এই জমি বিশ্বাসঘাতক হয়."

elvish:
You must use your judgement. Remember that all we know of these elves, we learned from hobgoblins. Be careful. This land is treacherous.

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Melilla thumps Vada awake before dawn, and they go to the beach, where most of the community's warriors spar under Edmund Thayer's tutelage. He welcomes the newcomers, and teaches them a few simple moves, to give a certain amount of skill to the raw savagery of the mwangi girl's lessons.

She proves herself able to hold her own against Eli when she is focused on Thayer's lessons, but then she loses her temper. It takes Bern Hearthseeker and Thayer to pull her off the young man before causing permanent damage.

Vada can be considered to have martial weapon proficiency now.

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The group assembles at midmorning, fewer in number now that Gair and Zoriya have been taken sick.


male Dwarf barbarian 3

With the sick people somewhat stabilized, Kal'Tos gathers his gear and informs his brother that he must leave again, the elf threat is too dangerous not to have more information.

He then heads to the meeting location.

[Ooc] is Bern coming with us? [/dice]


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

Vallen looks over the sick with a grave expression, sitting next to the sick. I have never seen an illness like this before. The fever is so strong, it's all we can do to keep them hydrated...

Having done all he can to make the sick comfortable, Vallen leaves them in the care of Septimus for the moment. The forge will be complete tomorrow, and and the dwarf has many preparations to make.

------

But first, he goes to find Sorala, who should be teaching the hobgoblins common by now. Yet, he can't find her anywhere. She is not at her stand, or dwelling... Exasperated, Vallen asks around until someone notes she was last seen by a tree near the stream, and he heads off to find her.

Grey robes fluttering, the priest hikes to the oak tree he is familiar with, and sure enough finds Sorala under it, surrounded by various alchemical items as far as he can tell. "Sorala!" He calls out, stomping towards her. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be teaching Sharpeyes and Gwenci Taldan. I have to work on the..." As he gets closer, he notes that.. she doesn't seem entirely conscious.

Vallen lays a hand on her shoulder and gives her a shake, a concerned look crossing his face as she starts murmuring out loud... about a mushroom? To a mushroom? He stares at her in disbelief.

He glances down at her hands and sees her staff, shod with the statuette of Garrack. The priest gasps in offense, his hands reaching up to grab his head in disbelief. "What did you do to my statue?! You cut a hole in the base and put it on a stick?! I... I... why..." He begins to look entirely defeated as she doesn't respond, eyebrows drooping and face sagging.

In one last burst of effort, he vigorously shakes her. "SORALA! WAKE UP! BY DROSKAR'S FOUL NAVEL WE CAN'T BE RELAXING RIGHT NOW!" When this has no effect Vallen slumps in defeat, and runs a hand through his hair with a sigh. "Torag... just let me make it through this day. Tomorrow my anvil will sing your praises, and everything will be fine..." He mutters his prayer and walks away, leaving Sorala to... whatever it is she's doing.

------

Vallen returns to the forge to find the hobgoblins, giving some instructions to Gaross and Horn'tos as they begin testing their makeshift equipment and burning charcoal to ensure the plume Vallen carved has adequate air flow.

Speaking to the hobgoblins, Vallen seems a bit exasperated. "Sorala fod i ddysgu ein hiaith. Dod o hyd iddi o dan goeden yn lle hynny, yn yfed pethau rhyfedd dwi'n meddwl. A fydd yn dysgu heddiw yn lle hynny. Llygaid miniog. Yfory yn dechrau prentis. Yn dysgu ffordd o efail ôl bendithiaf efail. Gwenci, Rhyfelwr. Pa sgiliau gael? Beth am ei wneud yn Newspring?"

NWG:
Sorala supposed to teach our tongue. Find her under tree instead, drink strange things I think. Will teach today instead. Sharp eyes. Tomorrow begin apprentice. Learn way of forge after I bless forge. Weasel, Rhyfelwr. What skills have? What want to do in Newspring?

Linguistics roll to help hobgoblins learn basic Taldan.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

I don't think that's helping anyone.


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

Istiel pauses a moment before responding, then nods her head. She gently places a hand on Manari's shoulder. "আপনি, বোন অধিকার. আমি এই পরী সম্পর্কে মন খোলা রাখা হবে. আমি আশা ভাল খবর .. নিরাপদ থাকুন, শীঘ্রই ফিরে আসতে হবে."

Elven:
You are right, sister. I will keep an open mind about these elves. I will return soon, hopefully with good news.. Be safe.

The warrior leaves and collects some food for their journey, only three day's worth, and waits near the old sycamore for the rest of the group. She decides not to ask Hearthseeker's son to join them, as he will likely want to be with his father due to the illness.

Her large brown eyes stare off into the distance, her body motionless.


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

Cueta grabs her scouting gear and heads to the sycamore as Istiel instructed, stopping off on the way to see the sick ones. This is a grave thing, to lose our best warrior, our general, and the mage to this fever. And the little one, she would make a good sailor in the times to come. Cueta turns to Septimus, and if she feels sadness, she doesn't show it. "If they die while we're gone, they should be burned downwind, and once the fire's set, everyone should get away."

Turning to go, another thought occurs to Cueta, and the Mwangi addresses Septimus again. "I've noticed you are good at staying in the background, unseen and observant. Keep an eye toward that one," Cueta says, nodding her head towards Ingwe's shrine. "He's a snake in the thicket."

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Stopping once more to get three days of rations, once att the sycamore, Cueta nods to the others and shoulders her pack, ready to set off for the north and east.

Cueta, while hunting or scouting, is carrying away from camp: cuirass (8#), bill (11#), shortbow (3#), 20 arrows (3#), backpack (2#), flint & steel (-), waterskin (4#), bedroll (5#), traveller's outfit (5#), throwing axes (2# each, 4# total), javelin (2# each, 4# total), 3 days rations (3#) for a total of 52#

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