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The silver arcs an eyebrow at the commanders bellow before looking at you once more. "You need not thank me, had I know such evil was occurring I would have joined your crusade against them. Alas I failed to notice their doings, a failure I shant repeat if possible. But you didn't call me here for pleasantries or idle banter. What is it that you need Wallace?"
The male tielfing laughs as he spreads his arms wide. "That is good! I was going to be disappointed if you were a sort of figurehead!"
Yugiri withdraws her hand, clearly bored with you as she spies Rhavenna. "Interesting as the lizard there mayhap but that one piques my interest more brother. We've yet to fight a centaur nor have I seen one with such markings..."
His sisters words made the armored tiefling turn and look, he gave an appreciative whistle before settling a hand on his sword pommel. "The fight would be great with one such as her."
"It would brother." Yugiri closes her visor, turning away from Mai and heading towards Rhavenna in a purposeful way.
Her brother stands with his arms crossed and nods towards Yugiri as he says aloud. "This will be good."
The new recruits appear to be a mixture of experienced and fresh faces. A pair of tieflings with horses nearly a head taller then the rest of the Calvary notice you and start heading your way. Emblazoned on their armor are symbols of Gorum. Their warhorses follow closely behind, eyeing you warily and flaring their nostrils after taking a deep breath in your direction.
They jostle with each other, seeming to be in a perpetual state of struggle and from their laughter they seem to enjoy it. They speak in an unnerving tongue as they approach, surprisingly one of them reveals a pair of battered feathered wings from beneath their cloak. They close the last of the distance, and the winged one extends their left hand. Using their right to lift their visor, revealing that the one who's upward pointing horns was a woman with pircing red eyes, lips as red as blood and skin as black as pitch. Her voice was low and seductive but with the way she was looking at you it was like you were walking into a trap. "Yugiri and who are you handsome?"
The other tiefling slugs the woman in the shoulder speaking in common as well. "You always go after the interesting ones sister. But can he fight?" The voice was masculine but unlike his sister he did not raise his visor.
Answer to your first questions Wallace. Yes, the dragon descended from far above but in a manner that was easily seen. He was riding a cloud after all, which a cloud descending rapidly would be odd to any viewer. Your other questions I will work to get some time tomorrow to give you a detailed list of what was brought back.
The dragons tail whip's irritably as you remind it of its injuries. [b]"Your concern is noted but save your magics as your shouts have roused them again. However it was not I that did battle with the Harpies. They angered something when they called down that storm, something that taught them a lesson of humility and that they are not the masters of the skies as they so falsely believed. It was a dragon, unlike any I had ever witnessed. It breathed both fire and lightning. But I was caught in the midst of the struggle and had little choice to not act in my own interest."
It is the work of a few hours but eventually Wallace's shouts bear fruit. The silver descends from the skies, riding on the back of a cloud and driving the white wispy mass until it is level with Wallaces tower. Aradacemorn appeared battered, his scales scrapped and missing in multiple places across his body. Along with what appeared to be several broken arrow shafts in his back and one between his neck and shoulders. Despite his injuries, his eyes bore a ferociousness that wasn't there before. "What do you want? Do you not realize the trouble you may be bringing down upon thyselves?"
He looks about after he speaks and visibly takes note of the increased number of men around the ruin. "Feh, Teiflings..." He looks back to Wallace then. "You plan to challenge the Maw then?"
These creatures don't have any markings on them that would indicate a dissimilar separation of kind or origin.
Rhavenna's assessment of their injuries along with Wallace's explanation as to who, what and where these harpies came from elicits a curse from Bharrog. "Bugger me, can't we get a break from dis s+$!te... Alright! Listen up boys!" He barks out orders to the entire band that until hawk returned they were to remain within the ruins where they had cover, the sentries were to be doubled and everyone was to move in pairs. This he aimed more at Tadis than anyone else. Tadis nodded in response but otherwise was very quiet since last night.
The bodies are cleared and dumped a ways away lest they attract predators, any chosen for further examination are begrudgingly brought inside only under Bharrog's direct orders.
The work you performed over the days that Hawk departed wasn't wasted, even the storm that kept most awake from cold and fear of the unknown hardly phased you and even with the disruption Bharrog gave his assistance as well. Over the time you started the dragon bones are all but exhausted. You were able to create enough to equip several archers or an elite band upto 4 with at least 45 in each quiver. (180 Dragon Bone Arrows, they deal an additional +1 cold damage and are masterwork with a 50% discount on cold enchantments later on.)
She produces a pair of beautiful composite dragonbows and Rhavenna's proves to be so hard to draw that regular men couldn't hardly pull back on it let alone fire it accurately... (Both Composite bows Created, No issues, 50% discount on any cold effects added to them later on)
The weapons took more time and with this Bharrog was more intune with how to help you out with them. Together you lit the forge within the ruins and got to heating and crafting away. PLease add you own descriptions for the items created of course.
Each weapon is masterwork with the added benefit of +1 cold damage upon striking, any cold related enchantments are more easily add to these weapons and come at a 50% discount. Please note it on your sheets for later.
Remember Rhavenna has a decent lance already but at their own leisure they can still accept a second lance, dragon bone lance made of the tail vertebrae of their former opponent would look rather wicked... Polearms or other reach weapon types may suit her as well, upto you Rhavenna.
4d100 ⇒ (95, 11, 21, 67) = 194
The masterwork dragonskin haramaki armor was a masterpiece upon completion. Livain knew the subject far better than most and not only did it turn out well. It fit so snugly that it was like a second skin. The white scales were no longer sickly looking and shined like freshly fallen snow in the midst of a blizzard. The scales were interlocking and absorbed blows for better than other armors of this type could ever hope too. Upon completion Bharrog was quite impressed, he gave it a nod of approval before shaking his head and adding gruffly. "The only way it could be better is if it were made of mithral lass. Yours is a lucky one to get something like this. At least that s!+$te dragon went to good use."
This armor is unique, unlike standard haramaki this armor comes out with an additional +2 to its AC bonus, due to the dragons thicker hide. Like the weapons, it also has a discounted ability for enchantments to resist cold effects. 50% and note that in the character description for future reference.
With so many items created the bones are exhausted but there is enough hide left to either equip Licain and Wallace in light armor or possible equip Rhavenna in light armor barding or enough for a single suit of medium armor for Wallace or Livain. The choices were rough but some of the hide had gone into the creation of the bows and though it was a gamble so far it had paid off splendidly.
Though future creations may not turn out as tough as the one you just created...
Two days later
If you have plans we can back track but this is a decent filler post so we can keep moving forward.
Hawk returned, though at the head of over 2 score of mercs, astride horses and armed for full on warfare. Hawk though looked haggard, as though he had been put through the ringer in his time away from the mercenary band. Upon questioning he waved off the newcomers as recruits, eager to join the blades in the endeavors in Iobaria.
Some were old and scarred, some looked like cannon fodder. To obvious in their lack of confidence and inexperienced as young adults. Standing out among them are those of mixed heritages, a pair of tieflings in particular who bear horns. One akin to the beasts of the plains of the mwangi upward point and wavy like a chelish greatblade. The other sported a pair o rams horns and both wore heavy armor with the symbol of Gorum emblazoned on the front. Their horses were heavy horses of warhorse quality, standing a head taller than even the current mounts among the regulars in the company. However upon seeing Rhavenna the two become quite excited, punching one another roughly in the shoulder as they spoke in a language that wasn't common...
Along with the Mercs came more wagons brimming with supplies, equipment and other goods for the long trek ahead. He entered the common area of the ruin with a rather disapproving look on his face before Bharrog breiefed him on the goings of a fed days past. He grunts as his disapproving look fades.
"We were caught in that bloody mess as well. Had a full hundred at our back but over two score decided that this was some sign to turn back and so they bloody did. Cowards the lot of them. Though we saw no sign of harpies only the shadow of a beast in the sky, it swooped around us like it were checking us out but it didn't bother to do more than that."
He sits and enjoys a hot cup of Klah, fresh from the supplies they brought as he discusses openly with Bharrog the plans for tomorrow. He glances at Tadis first though, asking bluntly. "Ya debt repaid yet or are you comin' with us to Iobaria? Your Lord may not approve." When Tadis shook his head in response Hawk sighed. "Suit your bloody self than, Bharrog we march on the morrow for the Maw of Karth. I plan to punch through it in a day and a half. I'm sure the storm has kicked up a number of problems for us but we can't delay any longer." He holds up a missive and hands it to the dwarf who curses and tosses the thing into the open flame of the ruins well stoked hearth.
"Damn that little s&te of a prince i'll box his bloody ears if he thinks he can treat us this way! Rules a moldering ruin in the middle of a diseased land and tinks were his servants? He can piss off with th-"
Hawk held up his hand and still the dwarfs rantings as he spoke. "We accepted the work, had I succeeded in Restov I could have secured some ships from the Issiens but they backed out due to changing weather up north as well. So the Maw is are only shot. If the storm hits before we get through we won't make it and our charter stands on the line this time."
Bharrog waved his hand in annoyance, like he was swatting away a fly. "Feh I get it, we all do and we're not done yet. Not by a long shot. Besides perhaps there is opportunity in that sick land to do something better for ourselves..." He brightens though upon seeing Livain and brings the lass forward to show off her creations. "We've been busy since ya went on about enjoying finer company. Look at dis here bow she made. Ain't it somethin'?"
Hawk looked it over while it was on Livains back and noticed that some had weapons crafted from the dragon they had defeated. He nodded firmly in approval as he looked to Livain. "You've come a long way. Though I hope your new bow fires as well as its looks. Hopefully you've not forgotten your training in lieu of working with the old forge belly here."
Bharrog scoffed as Hawk laughed. "Please, everyone relax a bit before we get to training and readying for tomorrow's move. We will break at sunrise and march hard into the 'Rimes."
Was there anything in particular yo were ordering or was it just a filler to refill your supplies in character?
I Guess Cid and Kieran are MIA atm continuing on!
Round 1 wrap up.
The Mogrelmen's weapons came up short as they tried to attack the diplomatic Jen'Dalash. However the groups swift reply left one mongrelmen down and another wounded.
Ethyra's crossbow, despite the cover given by the barrier punched through the mongrelmens thick fur and left him slumping to the stone floor unconscious as Jaegers dagger caught another in the shoulder.
The Mongrelfolk hold their positions, howling maddly as they unleash another volley of Javelins at their exposed attackers.
Attack@ Jen: 1d20 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (12) - 4 + 1 = 9
Javelins deflect off the walls and scatter across the floor but one punches through the air like a lightning bolt. Slamming into Jaeger with incredible force...
However he was still on his feet, a javelin in his side.
Two of the mongrelfolk held their positions behind the twin barriers while the one that had wounded Jaeger emerged from behind them. A brutal club in its hands as it advanced.
Party is up!
Attack @ Jeager: 1d20 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (20) - 4 + 1 = 17
Attack @ Ethyra: 1d20 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (11) - 4 + 1 = 8
Probably, drama comes to me a lot. But its my first time as a parent dealing with Krup or however its spelled. Sorry about that guys ^^;. Though growing up as an asthmatic I am always concerned over anything that disrupts easy breathing. :/
Been trying to have a couple quiet months but now we have two major fires near my home. Granted I am back at work but its seems life continues to be problematic.
I am wondering if they will activate me as a backup firefighter. I am a trained volunteer and my knowledge of heavy equipment helps with creating fire breaks. So far they haven't, not that I am afraid to go it just means it'll be a rough month financially.
The long night passes, the storm eventually subsides and in the morning you are shocked at the sight of a number of corpses littering the grounds. Their forms were scorched and they were completely encased in the sleet that had fallen nearly all night. Nearly all of their equipment was destroyed, their arrows crushed on impact with the earth and out of all of them only a single bow survived. Its make was nothing like the civilised kingdoms and appeared far larger than a standard Longbow...
The creatures had tattered wings and taloned feet, though in life they would have resembled a feral winged woman with a wild look about her. Their lifeless eyes were wide upon death, some looked afraid and only one died with its face twisted into a snarling growl, revealing pointed teeth. Their feathers were purely white across most of their bodies, while their bellies were a mix of grey feathers and pale skin. Their taloned feet appeared quite dexterous upon inspection and their quivers were made to allow the arrows to hang low without falling out. A sort of Mesh inside the quiver held them in place.
Other than burn wounds the creatures sported a number of other wounds. A mixture of obvious claw and bite wounds covered parts of their body...
Heal DC 18:
Intermixed with the claw and bite wounds are less obvious injuries of a far narrow sort of weapon. One used to pierce no more than once on a number of the corpses.
There were also less than obvious sword wounds as well, intermixed where bite marks were. Whatever these creatures had faced was far more vicious than they were...
K-Geography, History or Local DC 15:
These creatures bear the likeness of a tribe of abnormal harpies thought to have gone extinct long ago. They are the few of their kind that utilize weapons and live in the high altitudes of teh mountains. Often swooping down from on high and raiding merchant caravans and or villages of their supplies and menfolk.
They were far more vicious then most of their kind. Once they were done with the men they had kidnapped they would carry them back and return them by dropping them from several hunderd feet up...
K-Geography, History or Local DC 20:
They were wiped out by a band of soldiers that hailed from Rostland and Iobaria. The skull of the Harpy Queen is on display in Rostland's graveyard.
They were known for being extremely resistant to the cold. Which was very abnormal compared to their marsh bound cousins.
So my son woke up at about 2 am with a really hoarse cough and unable to talk. After a quick ER visit found out he has Croup and got him a steroid. So far so good, now I have to worry about the 2 year old having it as well.
So its not 5 am and old daddy hasn't had any sleep (was just about out at 2 am when he started coughing strangely.) so posts may be missing today as not only do I need to get sleep but I have a Hazmat test to go do. Woo!
Also on that note for everyone. Always ALWAYS make sure you have a handy supply of vitamins to keep your immune system up, along with other essentials. A spare inhaler is not a bad idea either for quick airway clearing. Especially for those that live alone. Being an asthmatic I can't take the chance as an attack has the potential to kill me. Unlike my kids they don't appear to have my conditions. For which I am thankful!
Anyhow. Good night! XD See you all most likely tomorrow.
The storm continues to rage for some time, whipping the ruins with an ever increasing amount of freezing rain that builds on the openings and slowly creating ice mounds which make traversing outside on foot hazardous at best. After several minutes the spectres return, looking no worse for wear but surprisingly they looked shocked about something. They were conversing amongst themselves as they made their way back into their room of origin.
If you listen in:
"... numbers increased this much?"
"Milord didn't we wipe out the nest?"
"Of course we did. Or at least every last one that was there at the time."
"So it's possible we missed one?"
"One would be enough regrettably..."
"Why would they leave the Peaks?"
"Better hunting grounds, revenge... Blast! Too many possibilities to narrow to a mere one."
"So who will fight them now?"
"We will of course, so long as they come close enough we can still face them. Other than that Iobaria needs to deal with them. Gods damn whoever created the Ice Wraiths..."
Sleep was hard to come by as the storm raged outside, granted the thunder and lightning abated greatly. Still the howl of the wind through the drafty ruin made it not only cool but wet in some places.
Your fears faded, as whatever was coming appeared to have vanished completely. This mixed with your lack of sleep left you feeling a bit thickheaded over what it could have been but you felt something distinct midway through the night. Something familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on what was familiar.
Go ahead and make some armor and weapon rolls, we are going to continue forward with your project. Make as many as appropriate for what you are making everyone. Since their was little interest in armor you can make a single roll on that, adding in a +4 aid check to each roll as well.
Between the man's dream mumbles you ascertain the only reason he escaped further injury was due tot he quick intervention of the Spectres. Your ministrations however ensured that he wouldn't suffer from infection before one of the extra healers could treat his injuries.
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27
Early morning everyone is shocked at the return of the lightly armored ranger Tadis. He has his cloack pulled in tight and appears to be no worse for wear due to the storm. Although, like you he stumbles in, numb and tired after fighting his way through the storm. He nods to each of you in turn before curling up near a fire and quickly passing out on the stone florr.
You force your stiuff muscles to move and follow the pair of spectres off in an obscured direction, however after a mere six paces the old swordsmen stops just in front of you. Just as he does lightning arcs in the skies above and illuminates the slurry that was still pelting you. Momentarily you thought you saw figures cavorting in the skies above, but before you could focus on it the old ghost waves you forward more hurriedly. "Time to move. Lets go! Go! GO!" His voice wasn't the only thing quickened as him and Ianerus both seemed to be speeding up, although they however didn't leave you completely behind. As you cross a muddy ash pile you realize you are over half way across the grounds when something comes barreling out of the dark...
DC 18 Reflex needed -4 from cold exposure: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 9 - 4 = 19
The burnt and halfway frozen body of a winged creature narrowly misses you, along with its heavy compliment of arrows and its charred bow. It slams into the ground next to your left flank with a bone crushing force, it was obvious that it had fallen a great distance before hitting the ground...
Before you could ponder much more thunder roared up above bringing your eyes skyward once more just as lightning arced across the sky. The figures were not moving about at random, their was some sort of struggle occurring in the skies above you. You couldn't make out much between the wind, slurry and stinging cold in your eyes and were forced to continue forward. Following the ghosts with your head down and your legs pounding the freezing soil with everything you were worth.
It wasn't until you burst into a lighted area that you sudden;y realized you were within the ruined fortresses Common Area. The gaping hole in its front area a welcomed sight behind you as the sudden warmth brought you to shivering once more. The Spectres appeared relieved at getting you inside and as your eyes fell on a wounded man you realized why. The wounded man lay with his neck and shoulder bandaged, his longsword lay in pieces near his side and he still held the broken hilt, whatever had struck him broke the blade completely off at the base...
The spectres didn't linger long, both disappeared back out into the storm...
Rhavenna burst into the temple proper in pure Centaur fashion, bulling herway through men to slow to scramble out of the way as she brought in buckets of dripping water and an ice covered back. She was the last sentry that had arrived and thankfully all of them were accounted for. The one sentry that had all your attention was wounded at his neck and shoulder which were now bandaged, but when he stumbled in. Led by the spectres it looked like he had been raked by a massive birds talons. His weapon had fared far worse though, his sturdy longsword lay in scattered pieces near his side and he still held the broken hilt, whatever had struck him broke the blade completely off at the base...
The Spectres that had returned with Rhavenna didn't linger long and disappeared back out into the storm...
Bharrog, seeing one man injured marshalled the mercs into getting out longspears and crossbows as they took the newly aquired tables and set them on edge and created a barricade around the opening. Temporarily dispelling the cold sweeping into the ruin as Wallace struggled to make the fire high enough to dispel the draft...
Jen's statement sets the Mongrelfolk into a hollering frenzy, the two dragging the Deathguards to the Barricade abandon them where they are and look to be about to run for cover. The other two appear to be shouting and going for something just out of sight behind the barricade...
Mongrelfolk Warriors...: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
The Hollering Mongrelfolk warriors heft Javelins as predicted and lob them at Jen, however their aim wasn't as strong as their yowling and their attack come off wide and short. Clattering off the stone walls as theirother two companions duck behind the barricades...
The three downed Deathgaurds remain where they are...
Post away :D
Only the sounds of the storm filled your ears, leaving you deaf to all else as you begin to shiver. There qas no sign of Tadis or anyone else over the roar of the storm and just as the shivering started to worsen someone emerged from the storm.
You recognize Ianerus as soon as she came within a few feet of you. She wasn't alone as the other spectre appeared. His sword appeared to be warding off the snow, creating a large circle of warmth that washed over you as he came close. "Thats all of them save for this centauress. Best you return now, your smith bellows for your return, standing here won't do you any... good." His eye move upward momentarily before he points behind you. " Follow us this way and quickly ."
Fort save please :)
Despite the darkness you stood firm, the storm only made you wary up until a bolt struck down somewhere behind you. You wheeled to see how close it was but the sleet and sideways blowing wind made it all but impossible to get your bearings.
Rhavenna's perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
You couldn't hear anything more than the storm and the howling of the winds. This was by far the fiercest storm you had ever experienced in Brevoy before and perhaps ever would again. For what seemed an eternity you stood there alone until a lone shout rose over the howling winds and just as swiftly as you heard it it ceased.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Again the storm obscured all direction, the cry seemed to ring out from all around, garbling whatever it was they had shouted...
No call to muster had been made yet, nothing to indicate it was time to pull back and Tadis hadn't return from his latest run either.
Please roll a perception check this time yourself, I am starting to think the Dice roller hates me/you lol
What you decide from her is up to you. You can roleplay how she choose to stand initially and whathaveyou. You were part of a sprad out watch, trying to cover several points with minimal resoruces. However the storm overtook you swiftly. Imagine it going from clear and windy to absolutely obscured and gale force wind in under 20 mins.
Tadis nods in agreement before finishing another heavy bite and rising to his feet again. "Need to scout out and around us befor ethe storm hits, ensure the area is clear." He waits for a response before heading off at a steady clip back into the forest and heading west...
Tadis hadn't returned before before the sun began to set in the west. Its rays lighting up the sky a dark red as the mercs began to brace for the rising winds...
The setting sun illuminated the massive storm front that rolled out of the Icerime mountains. Endless grey rolling clouds heavy and nearly black in color with how swollen they were with rain, the cold front brought with itt freezing rain, sleet and a fierce wind that grew stronger with every minute. Bharrog ordered the men to collapse the tents and get what they could inside the ruins while he secured the dragon hide himself. Rhavenna and the other sentries held their wide perimeter despite the intensity of the wind and the extremely poor visibility the sideways sleet was flying rapidly before their eyes.
As the sun finally began to set The swirling and vortexing ice storm made it nearly impossible to see further than ten feet in any direction and soon Rhavenna lost sight of her fellow sentries. Even with her darkvision her vision was obscurred and the wind made it hard to tell if anything was coming towards her over the din of mercs scrambling for cover in the ruins.
Minutes stretched into hours as her equestrial legs shook in the deepening cold, her breath misting before her face as she stood, lance in hand. A bow wasn't much use with such little visibility. Just as the sound of her fellows fleeing for cover died down the crackle of thunder boomed up above
Those not on watch
Mai's chest felt almost tight at the feeling of whatever it was was coming closer. So much so that wehen the thunder struck he gripped his blade as if expecting something to suddenly emerge and attack them...
Even deep in the basement of the ruined manor Wallace can't help but take note of the dropping temperature and frost starting to cover the cooler liquid vials.
Livain and Bharrog worked to get the hide somewhere warm and set it near the ruined mantle so it could stay dry despite the draft wafting through the ruins. Once it was secure Bharrog left her to keep it that way and headed out into the storm.
Bharrog and several others moved the equipment from outside into the ruin's common area and stacked and shifted things as quick as possible. Bharrog's long beard and hairy shoulders began to take on the shape of a rough ice armor as the freezing rain clung to the nearly bare chested dwarf. However he was visibly shivering as they got the last of the mercenaries gear inside. Horses and even a cart were brought inside, they placed the horses in the inner stables and worked hard to calm them as the thunder rolled above.
Once everything was secure Bharrog went to the entrance of the Ruin and belloed into the storm filled darkness. "Abandon yar posts and get ya arses inside! The lot of ya!" After a few seconds and no one emerged from the darkness he stepped out into the dark and roared again. "Can ya bastards hear me! Move yar ars-!"
Lightning strikes in the center of the field, interrupting Bharrog's shout and eliciting a curse from the dwarf as he waves for everyone with metal to get further inside.
At the sudden commotion the pair of spectres appear and much to everyone's surprise they vanish into the storm, separating without a word and much to Bharrog's displeasure...
The heat in the room was on the rise again, like walking near a bonfire and causing a steamy haze to drift inside the chamber. The sword was flaring with renewed might on its ghostly wielders back as Wallace stepped into the room.
Ianerus gives wallace a deep look of confusion before looking to her Lord and back. Almost growing flustered at the question. Finally the man spoke up. "No, she has remained here. As we both were discussing before your arrival we were idle here up until the doorway opened and your lot were standing outside of it."
Ianerus, looking a bit relieved, turns to regard Wallace and quietly asks. "What did this one look like?" At the description she looks even more confused. "These hobgoblins are quite vague... If it was one of my own they wouldn't be so foolish as to attack alone. Unless they had no herd..." She looks nervous and forlorn as she continues. "Outcasts lose their sense over time. If they were an Outcast I could understand why they attack when they should run..."
Mis-calc, Survival DC 15 My bad :(
the tattered journal of the hobgoblin alchemist is filled with interesting observations. Live experimentation and dissection of captives was an ongoing process. Recycling their organs into regeants and other useable materials and feeding the scraps to their hounds. They were quite efficient, aside from being extremely brutal.
Linguistics check DC 15, Automatic pass if goblin is known language.
If successful open this:
The journal contains recent notations on events within Iobaria, nothing major by the looks of it but the Hobgoblins are very aware of which places are inhabited, their possible strength and even some patrol routes are roughly marked out. Several of the forests have great big circles around them or symbols of bear heads, wolf heads and even hooves in other areas. Its apparent that the hobgoblins have had a relatively hard time at whatever it is they are trying to do.
A several legable entries reads as followed...
We cross the plains and avoid the tower where death takes flight. We lost a few that strayed to close last night. Fools. Good riddance, their weakness won't be tolerated. Perhaps some motivation is in order...
We came upon the human village at night, not a one of these half-wits notice our approach until too late. We descended on them before they could call alarm or light their torches. Their sentries were sleeping at their posts, they were weak and craven things. They will be the first to grace my table along with the rest of their wretched kind.
The rest of the weak were gathered like beasts for slaughter, they weeped pitifully and begged but we would give them release when I was through with them. The Master requires us to move swiftly. We need to gather the samples he asked for or suffer the consequences. I think I will start with the children...
Of the two score we collected only three had what we needed. One turned out to be interesting. THey bore the blood of the beastborn and when their sister went screaming to my table their inner nature broke free. Its rage wrecked the cage we had them in and allowed several to escape whilst we were laying him low. Despite it killing near half a score of our warriors he proved little challenge compared to full beastborn. However, his sister was among those that escaped... Pity. I was looking forward to cutting out her eyes for the jars.
We crossed the teeth of Karth and visited with our brethren shortly before the mountain beasts descended. Good riddance to their broken beliefs and when we return we will claim Karth as our prize.[/u]
[i]These lands are warm and the food is plentiful, our hunters gather quickly and we eat until we are fat. Much better than our cold lands. Our scouts report their are small human villages nearby and wish to know how I want to proceed. Start *illegible* children *illegible*.
We've captured many, this lands warriors are weaker than ours! We have plenty to continue our quest...
We are hunted. A Centuar stalks us. A beastly one at that. It tore apart our sentries with blade and bow, but we drove it off...
Again we are attacked, this lone creature stalks not only at night but during the day. It ran our hunters to ground and left us without their skill in this new land. DAMNED WEAKLINGS! We will use their ruins and hide ourselves amongst their fair lands and reap the benefits of their weakness!
This time we've injured the beast! We ambushed it and tore at is flanks! It killed a few but we drove it off again, this time it had a spear in its horses ass for good measure!
Again it returns! DAMNABLE CENTAURS! It killed my servants and destroyed some of our samples. Why does it target us so! What does it want! It doesn't speak, it just attacks like a beast. It broke a warriors back with its bear hands today. Than proceeded to break their neck and beat us back witht he corpse as its shield and weapon. What drives this creature!
We continue to capture many despite its annoying attacks. Our Master gave us longspears to deal with the centaur creature. And deal with it we have, it charged us several times this day and each time it left more wounded than last. We sent scouts to find its resting place and when we do we will capture the creature. For surely it must have prime specimens for examination. The Master will most certainly agree...
It appears the humans have notice us, they sent a bumbling scout into our camp. Too bad for this male, he'll be joining the others on my table soon enough...
Tests continue as planned, resistance is as expected however the scout proves more difficult. There's some fight left in them after all! Good, very good, he will make a fine choice for dissection. However more pressing is the matter that our riders reported seeing a force approaching, many warriors and it appears they humans have chose ton fight us. However with Dresskel we cannot possibly lose!
We've captured several Birdpeople! They are USELESS AND DRESSKEL FEED for all I care DAMNED FOOLS! WE need soft skins not feathered skins! I work with fools! Although their females are still worth a nights amusement. I wonder what color they bleed...
The force is here! So they have come, I mut pack away my things and prepare to leave this place! WE've dealt with these ones before! Deathblades they are. Goldsoldiers one and all! If only I had tim----------------
Ink is spilled across the page, as well as a bloodied handprint. That apparently was his last entry...
Aside from the journal entries there are several pages with all sorts o hobgoblin gibberish, measurements of some sort and a category system that you couldn't quite understand. What were they looking for? Whatever it was they have so far found eleven items of note. Crossing off some sort of list with around 9 items left to go...
Currently Ethyra and Kieran cannot see whats going on. Jen and Mai are in the lead with Cid taking the rear guard and Lasciel in the middle. If the marching order is not right please feel free to change it up. Kieran is standing behind Ethyra, who is using Lasciel as support to find there way int he dark.
Apologies for wait again, work has been hectic and schedule has been messed up something bad. PLaying catch up.
MOG nods to Tyrn as she withdraws the offer. "Feel free to return, though I doubt we will be much help until we've regained full function and my priests finish surveying this island to ascertain its current events. If you feel the need to explore their is a city hereabouts, though a good distance from this mountaintop... Or at least there was. It was known as Weesari'Kolat once upon a time. Many of her brethren lived there, those that chose to embrace our civilisation in its entirety."
She gets grim look as she looks to Mir and frowns even more. "I can only hope they have lasted this long, if the Cryxian's have come. Its only a matter of time before they throw the land into chaos and unlike the Old World Tyrn. There is no central governments or powerful armies the like you've seen. This is a world that still embraces its origins and few have turned away from that. Wessari'Kolat is an exception. Those on this massive isle were more open and had few enemies at the time. They were more peaceable and it was a pleasure to mentor them. Some even joined our priesthood. So many were lost before the war ended..."
Mai Perception check DC 12:
Something tugs on you, a feeling of familiarity and dread for some reason. You can't help but continue looking to the north east and at the peaks of the Icerimes but you can feel deep down that whatever you sense is far far away. However your unable to shake the feeling that its coming closer...
Mai's scales rankled at the cool wind that was beginning to rise, being a creature that much preferred warmer places over colder...
However he wasn't restricted in his ability to see and despite the peculiar weather nothing else seemed amiss. However an uncomfortable feeling had settled avcross his shoulders, making him restless...
Bharrog nods to you as the hide coninues to dry nicely. He has started applying the material that will help it cure, utilizing the cooked brainmatter from Dresskel and applying it evenly across the hide. "If'n your little friends there don't want anything from this hide you could always make a more intricate armor out of it. Quite a bit of hide survived luckily, the black marks appear to be coming out as well as it cures. Appears the bastard suffered from something rotting it from within..."
He shrugs his broad shoulders as he continues to adjust the hide and work with it. Leaving you much to your own thoughts...
With nothing else the messenger takes the proffered scroll and nods to Wallace. "I will inform him, Master Bharrog has already informed me of the situation here somewhat. Gruffly though it was." He quickly gets back on his mount and returns in the direction whence he came...
Prior to Tadis arrival: Survival DC 15:
There's an almost electric feeling in the air, and the moisture seems to be increasing along with a steady cold chill from a slowly rising wind... A storm is coming... Though it seems to be a bit far off and situated in the Icerime mountains yet...
That night Tadis returns, a bit worse for wear and looking completely wore out. He sat wordlessly and dug into the evening meal, despite it being overcooked by now. Bharrog was working with the dragonhide alongside Livain and didn't pay the man mouch mind at all along with the rest of the Mercs. He was very much your problem to deal with at the moment.
As if on cue the wind picks up, bringing with it a cool wet chill that runs across your skin, passes through your clothes where they are thinnest and leaves you with a quick shiver.
Once he had his fill he took some warmed water away from the fire and nodded to Rhavenna. "A storm appears to coming across the passes leading to the Maw of Karth, hopefully it's short lived. The path ahead appears to be fairly sparse of... well anything really. Not a bird nor sign of a living creature for many miles. Its strange really, but not uncommon with the recent Hobgoblin's hunting these parts."
Please choose a watch order for tonight and one I will use in the future unless you guys change it! :D
WIP - No peaking:
=With nothing else the messenger takes the proffered scroll and nods to Wallace. "I will inform him, Master Bharrog has already informed me of the situation here somewhat. Gruffly though it was." He quickly gets back on his mount and returns in the direction whence he came...
Theres almost an
That night Tadis returns, a bit worse for wear and looking completely wore out. He sat wordlessly and dug into the evening meal, despite it being overcooked by now. Bharrog was working with the dragonhide alongside Livain and
Following the path of the retreating Deathguard's you move through the dark with Kieran relying on those blessed with Darkvision to guide him through the dark. Your about to round a corner...
6d20 ⇒ (6, 18, 3, 1, 10, 7) = 45
Jaeger and Jen halt, Jaeger being in the lead looks around the smooth stone walls and sees what appears to be a pair of barricades haphazardly set across the end of the hall. Behind these barricades appear to be MOongrelfolk, which of whom are dragging the still forms of a pair of the fleeing Deathguards. The Deathguards each have what look almost like the shaft of a javelin protruding from their chest or side.
Its a clear that in their fear addled state the ran straight into another ambush...
The Barricades are roughly 60ft from the corner your hiding behind. So far the four visible defenders haven't spotted you, the act of the dragging the well equipped Deathguards is making a fair amount of noise. Two of these mongrelemn defenders are 20ft away from their barriers and are dragging the still forms towards them at a slow pace...
Posts comin later today, tied up with my old work group an other problems plaguing our work area right now. I will post the river washing out pads and roadways as it literally cut a new channel due to rapid melt off in the mountains its pretty crazy! XD
Ga'Tul reflexively closes her eyes at the touch and when she opens them again their is a fierceness burning in them. "Thank you Upl- Lasciel. I was blind but now I can see. I won't be so foolish."
Seeing you companions shifting further away she nods towards them. "We will speak again. I will see you again." She gives you a toothy grin as she rises shakily to her feet and tends to the shaken Tawn'Garth.
Yeah especially after so many weels of calm. Job may be a little rocky but thats oilfield work. No injuries, stuff blowing up in my face. And now I have a cyber problem lol. COME ON! XD LEAVE ME ALONE XD! lol
Oh well. Posts coming today/tomorrow, just got back to work and worked 14 hours so I am beat. Thanks for your continued patience!
Indeed! Glad to see your both around. Apologies for my lack of posts!
Also since everyone is on this page. I recently noticed some bad activity with my bank account and found someone was creating electronic checks and friggin cashing them for the last few months. So right now not only am I flying to work I am also trying to stop this sort of cyber bs.
So Note of Advice.
If you do not use checks, never plan to or absolutely hate them. Then call your local branch and tell them to disable the service or else you could face the same problem as myself. I just shut it down completely so from now on if someone tries to make one it will be instantly denied.
Granted some businesses do it for a paper trail but in my case that would mean the place I was dealing with was double charging me even though I had an auto pay made up. Just did not make sense. And if they were they have hell to pay as it was charged to my account so what the heck were they taking it for. >.<;;;;
The big reason I say it here is most branches won't dispute anything beyond 60 days. Which means I'm out about 900 bucks at the moment. So check your finances and really scrutinize things. Normally I am more vigilant but this slipped by me. Posts in all games coming tomorrow as that is when this should be resolved. :/
The apparition nods. "Understandable. You have yet to reach your journeys end and I wouldn't wish for your adventurers to end so abruptly either. We were quite the rogues in our day..." He smiles fondly at the thought before looking to Rhavenna. "Despite my urges I will allow you to keep the treasures you've found here. As payment for bringing harm to your companion, besides tis better it goes to use the moldering here in the dark."
With that said he returns to his previous spot, sitting where the dusty bones yet lay and settling back down in the exact same way. Looking towards Wallace and Mai he says. "If you need something, here I shall remain." He sets the tower shield where the battered one still sat, it vanished as he released it and he set the sheathed sword down by his other leg. Ianerus was about to settle in next to him when he waved her off. "You don't have to wait on me hand and foot my dear, especially now." He chuckles. "I think it would be dreadfully boring besides, do as you see fit. And that is not an order it is a suggestion." As his voice fades the room is filled with the gurgling and light fall of water as it transitions from pool to pool before exiting through well placed openings in the wall that most likely fed into the waterway below the vault.
Ianerus watched him momentarily before heading out of the room, her hooves gave the lightest of clacks against stone as she traversed the battered halls of the ruins. Much to the discomfort of the Mercs who were also searching the ruins for anything else of value...
Tadis remains quiet throughout the discussion, the pale expression on his face confirming he hadn't expect nor liked what had occurred. Seeing the ghosts were no longer hostile the color in his face slowly returned.
If there is anything you want to do today please note it as a day before post but here we go.
The next day
Hawk had yet to return, but one of his riders arrived mid afternoon. Bharrog recieved them and than gathered the mercenaries around. "Captain Hawk sends word that negotiations on the items we sacked from these hobbies is transitioning well to the markets. The rider is here to see if requests are to be made. If'n ya want something now is the time to make ya order, ya got one hour before they depart." He givings a knowing nod to Livain before slapping a large parchement against the riders chest. Bharrog growled at the man before trundling off back to the dragon hide once more. "Ya lose dis and I break ya legs."
Tadis departs shortly after to scout around the ruins and further along your supposed route at the request of the surly Bharrog. It takes his most of the day to complete his task.
The fight is a brutal one, you battled your way through throngs of both living and dead pirates and unsurprisingly those that you kill return a short time later as undead. Who are hellbent on your swift and brutal deaths. However with the aid of the Librarian and several other powerful Warcasters, many of whom you instantly recognize based off their power alone, you are able to reach the central chamber of the ship in time to witness a foul ritual.
The King of Cygnus's wife was about to be sacrificed for unknown reasons when you all burst upon the scene.
Please roll 1d100 each, Higher is better, explain what skills you'll use in the fight. Any class skills used will grant additional percentages. Aurora you start off with an innate +20 and yes if you score higher than 100 that is fine :3
Apologies for the long wait but if you guys are interested we will get this going again!
Shining Sea party.
Alright Time for some restarting, prepare to get on the Railroad train!
The Mistress of Gears is good on her word. Among the remaining priests of Cyriss she finds just enough of them, prying most out of stasis chambers, and instructs them into aiding you all as you needed. It's shocking to discover that it only takes a crew of nine to fully man the ship.
You spend the next four days resting and are allowed nearly total freedom within the walls of the battered temple. You find that sections you had passed through before have split and the entire temple appear to have shifted off its base some as the power fluctuations caused all sorts of havoc with its internal stability. However as the Crissian's worked diligently it was only a matter of a two days before power was on throughout the structure.
With Power came the return of basic functions and more marvels that left Mir speechless. Especially when Bera was taken to a room and a few hours later returned with a leg made of metal, it vaguely resembled the one she had lost in the fight but it was just as useable and allowed her full range of movement. Much to Bera's delight.
Ginla is taken somewhere else and placed under observation, which her sisters allow without any sort of defiance. The pair appear almost lost without her now...
Aucturn, the strange female demon creature that had fought the Thoon so valiantly remains in a coma and placed in the same room as Ginla. It's blade appears to eye everyone warily with its bloodshot and singular eye.
The two mechanical priests martial several robotic monstrosities and march them to the final destroyer with several score of Cyrissian priests in full battlegear. They load the last floating Destroyer and depart for places unknown...
During this initial startup the Formian Queen, Sylandra, commanded her followers back into the hive below. Where they set about clearing the debris of the battles past and returned the hive to a semblance of normalcy. Ant was at her side the entire time and by the third day eggs began to appear within the colony below the Tranquil Ley...
On the third day SIL's observation was revealed and Mir was invited as she gave what information she could...
"Based off limited ability to penetrate the Ley Lines flow I conclude that Cassian is on a different plane of existence. Absorption into the Ley Line was caused by the extreme discharge by the core where upon his remains were not destroy but transported entirely into what lay within the Ley Line. Unless he finds a way to return we cannot recreate this event without the possible overload of the central Core. In Conclusion. Cassian is lost to us until another act of god or phenomenon grants him the ability to return."
MOG appeared unsatisfied by this result but SIL silenced her completely with a simple shake of her head, shifting the scores of hoses and assemblies that were attached to her body. "Mistress, no matter how many times you wish me to run logic or reason reports the results will be the same. Cassian is beyond our reach, Cyriss taught us how to tap the Ley Lines. Not how to enter them, to do so would be to discover the beginning. The primordial energy that grants life to everything. All we can do now is start where we left off and continue forward until a time we can touch the Ley Lines without annihilating ourselves."
MOG turned to Mir and nodded to her. "It appears Tyrn Jade will be remaining here with us and you and your fellow chosen are free to leave. The Destroyer is yours and you may do with it as you see fit. A word of caution though, I am unable to spare enough personnel to fully compliment it but as transport it will be far faster than your own two feet, that I can assure you. It runs off the energy of the Ley Lines and so long as it remains on this world it's power is inexhaustible. Now... Is there anything else I can do for you?"