I'm glad to see people getting into the game so quickly, hopefully you'll be off and conquering the land again soon :P.
Just wanted to say thanks again to everyone, I've had a lot of fun. And maybe if there's a spot open when I get back I'll drop a message and Rupert can wander back in somewhere. I hope you all stick with the campaign (especially you, Treshiell, you're the last original character!), I'll be excited to read up on it when I get the chance in my travels.
Thanks for the well wishes and fun times, see you all around. I'll try to squeeze in an in-game exit post in the next few days, but I'm probably too busy packing and seeing family to really participate.
Hi motteditor, I am letting you know that I'll be dropping all of my PbP's in about a week. I'm graduating from college and as a graduation present going to travel in and around Europe for six months without reliable internet access - I don't want to try to hold onto any of the games in case I just can't do it.
This campaign was my first PbP campaign ever, and I've played in about 10-12 since then. This one has gone the longest (I'm in 1 other one I joined a few days after this one which is still going, too) and I really enjoyed your GMing. You're a great storyteller, and I like your laid-back style of playing. I went afk from time to time, but it was never out of boredom :P I just have a sporadically very busy life from time to time.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I'd be looking for a good place to dip out in the story. I was hoping Rupert would become King someday, but I guess that will be pretty hard now, haha. I'll check back in six months or so when I get back and maybe, if there's a spot, I'll revive him.
It was great playing with you, I hope you keep it up and I'll see you on here again some day! I'll make a public post about it eventually, probably when I get closer to it, but I wanted to give you advance time to plan for it, or maybe find a replacement.
"Hold up, look at that!" Rupert says, pointing at the mirror and walking over to get a better look. He puts his ear close to the mirror to see if he can hear the cry any better. "Someone needs help in there, or somethin'."
"What d'you s'pose that mirror does, anyway, Treshiell?"
Rupert accompanies Agnar, removing his hat somberly as they check on the unconscious horse. "Think she'll pull through, Agnar?" he asks when they get a better look.
Any takers on the dagger? I'll take it, but don't really need it.
Rupert wakes up at the commotion and sits up in the darkness, reaching for his sword. His eyes follow Treshiell's lights, searching for whatever had stumbled upon their camp in the night.
"Ah' do love findin' treasure," Rupert says, as they inspect the cache of items. "Seems like he might've been some sort of nomad, a loner out here in the forest. Not somewhere you'd expect to find a wizard."
"Well, ah' didn't bring a pen," Rupert says, looking around for sign-making material. "Ah' suppose we could write a message in blood - that might deter folks even more than some ominous warning!"
"Maybe somebody out here will know a thing or two about this place; we could ask Bokken, or Stevic, or even the Sootscales - see if we can figger anythin' else out about this place."
"What's happened?" Rupert calls from outside the dome, poking his head inside curiously and then growing more somber when he notices something isn't quite right. "You all look like yeh' just saw a ghost!" he says.
"Nah, lass, it's just a discussion," Rupert says. He grins awkwardly, trying to soothe over any unpleasantness of the conversation. He spends an hour or so pacing the grounds of the fort in thought, then goes to bed early, happy to have a set of walls around him.
Rupert grins at Orin, thankful he broached such an awkward but necessary subject. "Yeah, buddy. I know you're name's Kesten, but yeh can't seem t'remember any of our names: Rupert, Orin, Agnar," he says, pointing at each of his companions while he does it.
"Nobody's doubting your abilities, yeh' wouldn't have made it here if you weren't competent. But, yeh' also won't make it much further if you can't even be trusted to hold a couple o'simple names to memory! Things might get pretty big out here, and we gotta be prepared for whatever the future holds for us."
"Edrukk's taken up with the native Kobold tribe," Rupert says, "He's goin' to be keepin' an eye on them for us in case things get out of hand, but if'n all goes well they shouldn't be a problem for us ever again. They might even be of some use in the future."
Rupert takes Lando to the stables, then returns to the group. "Anythin' exciting happen while we were out?" he inquires, and then prepares himself for dinner.
"Alright then, sounds like our job here is finished!" Rupert looks anxious to get back on the road. "Thanks for the good times and..." he pauses, thinking and choosing his next words carefully, "...interesting company, our new Kobold friends. Behave yourselves and all that!"
Rupert looks painfully at the greasy stew and wonders aloud, "I wonder what Taerine is fixin' for supper at the fort tonight. Ah' hope tomorrow night it's even better," he says, settling back and shoveling the stew into his mouth.
@Tartuk's Story
"Sure is strange," Rupert says, dumbfounded. "If I die, try not to bring me back as a Kobold, please." He immediately looks around to see if any of their new scaly friends heard him, or even understood him.
"Ah' could stay the night, if they'd be willin' to host us. But ah' don't want to be eatin' garbage an' moon radishes the whole evenin' - ah' don't s'pose they have any real food t'eat?" He looks hopefully to the kobolds for an answer, though he knows they likely didn't understand him.
"Alright, they're all good an' happy, now. Look at 'em, cheerin' like little kids." Rupert smiles at the sight, then says, "Shall we get goin' back to the fort? Ah' could use a good night's sleep or two."
Rupert, keeping his bow drawn, chases after the group as they follow the kobold shaman. "Can't wait 'til we put that little bastard down and can finally get back t'the fort..." he mumbles to himself between breaths.
Waiting patiently, and enjoying the Superstar submissions in place of posting in our thread: a good trade off! Goodluck motteditor, I've enjoyed your work so far.
Rupert, bored with the sleeping squirrels, joins Orin and Agnar in searching for the tracks, trying to learn from the experts as he points out the small things he notices.
"Hmph, yeah that shot would've dropped your typical bird, I'd think." Rupert says as he moves over to poke one of the sleeping squirrels back to consciousness.
I was accompanying Agnar at what I thought was the entrance to the room we met Tartuk in, not the entrance of the cave. Either way, Rupert will go more or less where Agnar goes, since he's not of much use in combat right now except as a punching bag distraction.
Well, if he has any magical gear, it might help ;)
Round 2
Initiative: 20
HP: 13/20
Rupert scoots back away from the scene to join Agnar at the exit, giving Orin the room he needs. His arrow remains notched, ready to fire at any threat that shows its face.
"Surely they're just the nasty lil' creatures we've been seein', nothin' more." Rupert still seems a bit moody about his run in with the mites and their centipedes.
"Ah' guess you'll be rejoinin' your kin later today," Rupert tells the kobolds as they begin moving about the camp. "Ah' certainly hope ya'll appreciate the work we did for yeh' back down in that cave - those mites sure were nasty buggers."
"Ah' guess you'll be rejoinin' your kin later today," Rupert tells the kobolds as they begin moving about the camp. "Ah' certainly hope ya'll appreciate the work we did for yeh' back down in that cave - those mites were nasty buggers."
Rupert wakes up with a yawn and stretches his limbs, then stands up slowly and deliberately. "Bit better, but still sore," he says in reaction to his body's stiffness.
Rupert maintains unusual silence on the trip back to the Kobolds, seemingly focused on placing one foot reliably in front of the other. Being too proud to complain or ask for assistance, he simply continues trudging along determinedly in back of the group.
He looks up to Treshiell at one point when she turns around to face him, but he is only rewarded with the little, mundane statuette suddenly being his burden to bear.
Sorry for the silence, it's partly inspired roleplaying (Rupert's been poisoned and beaten to near death a few times today) but I've also been having to study heavily for a comprehensive exam I'm taking this coming Sunday (it's right before classes start back up again), and it's really messing with my schedule in ways I wasn't expecting.
"Ladies first?" Rupert offers to Treshiell, remembering her earlier comment that he should stay in back. He then waits in back as the others advance up the tunnel, listening to Orin arrive and the others, one by one, as the mites begin to get cleared out.
