Kabal had been leaning against a chunk of wall but sat straight up upon Mercus's admission.
No kidding? Bah! Aint no big thing boy. I was just a bit older than you my first time.
Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
You wont, we'll get you a woman next time we're near a town or some such.
Haha, nice catch Bree. I could see an elven princess trying to be hip like that.
Kabal waited for Winter to reply to Silsavar. The elf owed the Brevian no apology as far as he saw it but he had slighted Winter. If the priest accepted then Kabal would shake hands with him and it would be done with.
Kabal could have kicked himself for forgetting that the main reason they came here was to find out about Bree's brother. So he figured he'd just take it out on the helpless dark elf.
If I were you drow; I'd tell the lady where these slaves are or I'll have my priest friend patch you up just enough that I can break you again. If that don't work then we'll keep on doing it over and over and over. Savvy?
...Damn kid's gotta filthy f*!+in mouth...where did he learn that crap from anyways...probably Bree...
Kabal looked at Mercus incredulously.
Ruled by their women? Huh? You're daft boy! Where did you hear that?
The Brevian kept making his way towards their friends that were closing in on the drow.
What? Kabal is trying to turn him into a psychopath! jk.
Kabal nodded at the youth's recognition of life's cold, hard reality.
That's the damn truth there son. You're doing good. Stay alert. I'd bet Corvax's hidden chest of gold...now where did he say that was again?...bah! had to have been another bold, faced lie...like how he spotted that mermaid....damn fool... that it's about to get real busy soon.
The defunct War Leader began searching the drow for anything worthwhile while they waited on Bree, Winter and Sable.
Kabal watched calmly when Cat laid out the drows fingers and threatened to cut them off. He figured the dorw was actually lucking out...he'd have already lost fingers if Bree was runnning this show...and probably a lot more...he's still going to die...but still... and he cracked a rare smile when the fool spilled the plans. He stayed out the...woman's work... as he was beginning to think of it but stayed close to cut the bastard down when the time came for it.
Kabal nodded at Bree but he didnt really understand what she was talking about. The Brevian still hadnt bought into this whole time warp theory yet but mostly because he no idea what a time shift was. But he was clear on one thing.
Oh, I dont plan on being inside this place when that thing hits. If everyone is ready lets move out.
The hulking brute threw open the door with shield raised and made sure the there were no drow waiting.
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
I had forgotten about the trample! Kabal was strong and admittedly lucky enough to withstand any damage from that.
HP = 40/58
Kabal felt the cool and familiar rush of healing energy wash over him and ease the pain of most of his wounds.
Thanks indeed Winter. Aint this a mess?
Whats this? Twilightrose has doubled the number of campaigns she's in in the last week? Very cool! Congrats!
Winter's remark had Kabal thinking of the last time he'd thougth he'd died and that horrid drow judge that he had to stand in front of...and beg for my life...and wasnt Corvax there?..just like that lout to miss out on the world ending...I swear Im gonna wring his neck the next time I see him...wether we're in Hell or not!...
You all giving up? Shiite! We can be a half a mile from here before it hits...but which way to run?...I still dont understand where the damn spider kissing drow went to. Were we duped?
Kabal was more confused than ever...it was supposed to be such a simple day...march on the city, slay the drow, rescue Brandon and then celebrate with drinking and rutting...well these elven woman are pretty enough but theyre just skin and bones... I like a thicker woman with curves...Bah! Youre last minute on this friggin rock and you're thinking like a damn pig man!...snap out of it already...
Well? We gonna run or what?
Kabal sighed...and at first seemed resigned to fate...Bah!..the gods can suck it...I aint one for being some omnipotent's plaything...and I damn sure aint going to go out cuz they dropped some big ass rock from their precious sky...I'll make my destiny even if it means I have to cut my way through some of you high and mighty bastards...you can count on that...but first the big ass rock...Son of a milkless goat! We need to get... He had no idea how to escape such a thing and went with his gut. He turned to the lieutenant... underground man! We all need to get underground pronto, savvy?
^ I Have faith in Analisa!
Cairn Stern's level up - Ranger 6
HP: 70 + 1d10 + 2 ⇒ 70 + (10) + 2 = 82
Skill points - 6 class + 1 Int + 1 human + 1 favored = 9
1 Local, 2 Nature, 1 Perception, 1 Ride, 2 Sense Motive, 2 Survival
8th level ability ~ +1 to Dexterity -> 16/+3
+ Ranger/Combat Style Feat - Quick Draw
Winter had remained silent for a long time but this seemed like the perfect time for a sermon...and to calm any fears brewing as well...
The tall man stood resolute with hands spread out before him.
Be easy friends. Kabal has the right of it. Erastil teaches us that it is folly to reap our crops before they are ripe for the picking lest the harvest be less abundant than it could've been. Many a farmer and hunter has forgotten this and came home empty handed when their meager haul fails to sell at market or their prey bolts because a hasty shot was taken. Patience is a virtue to be applied in all aspects of life...war included. Ease your worries and have faith in your fellows. Good will prevail this day.
^ Ive only experienced the exact opposite Bilbo. Where some people think no description of what they are doing is necessary and only post a skill/action check. And this is their typical once or twice a week post. I find this way more boring than reading something someone took the time to compose...but at least its over quicker I suppose.
Winter's cheeks showed just a hint of embarrasment at such a public display and he looked around to make sure it wasnt shared while he waited on his Wasp Queen.
The stoic priest almost guffawed at her very brazen display but kept his shock hidden.
This way Evianna. I believe the War Leader is readying your people.
With his host ready and still waiting on word from Winter and Evianna; Kabal stepped out to inspect the troops. He'd been a mercenary long enough to know better than to berate them into discipline at the first day.
The War Leader had a terrible memory so he asked Sebastian - Will you walk with me and write in your book the names of all these elves? Most wont make it but they should all be remembered.
He was sure the bard would jump at the chance so the two walked around and Kabal looked each and every elf in the eye, shook their hands and learned their names.
That done he stood before them and kept it brief.
You all know whats at stake this day...and your place in it.
He spotted his friend and the Queen and grinned mischeviously even as he raised his voice.
and your queen sets forth with us! Lets move out!
I hope I do him justice here ^_^
Winter smiled at Evianna's deference to his council. He had shared a wondrous evening with the Wasp Queen. He would cherish those memories for a long time to come but for now he must also shoulder the responsibility of her safety. He didnt quite trust Silsavar's sudden desire to put her in harm's way but the sentinel was trying to reclaim his city and most men would be willing to go to great lengths for such a thing.
I would never dare to speak for a lady or lay claim over the right to decide for her part in the plan to win back her beloved city. It's her life and she should be the only one to choose which path she takes. Nor will I allow anyone to make choose for her. I pray that I am clear on this.
Winter's stern gaze found Kabal and Silsavar and his tone left no doubt that he would stand in defense of her decision no matter which way she chose. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table and continued as was his way.
The Inheritor teaches us to not put all of our eggs in one basket lest that basket get tipped and we lose all of our bounty. So to risk Evianna in a gamble, as Cat indicated; would be fool hardy and I strongly advise against it. Yet, I find myself in full support of Kabal and his decisions as War Leader. It would be a most unexpected maneuver and just the sort of thing the crafty drow would never see coming. They are planners and plotters and expect that everyone is just like them. They will probably expect feint after feint after feint. To make one bold assault with a small group will be inconceivable and therefore overlooked as an option. Then again they are intelligent and highly dangerous and we best no forget that.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
THe newly named War Leader listened intently to Silsavar's whisper and as usual Kabal missed the subtle aspects of the conversation. Even the ones not so subtle as well. He didnt understand why the elf didnt voice the request out loud but there was nothing keeping him from doing it.
Well Winter, Evianna wishes to know if you approve of using her as bait to lure the drow into the ambush?
Kabal would never understand how a night learning about "Elven philosophy and religious belief" could cause such enjoyment but he nodded none the less.
Oh, aye I've got ideas alright and sounds like Sebastian might as well whenever he wakes up. But we need to know more about those damned drow and how they move about in Celwynian. In short we need to scout it out and maybe see how they react to a small incursion. If Korax can give Sable a bird's creepy eyed view during our stint than even better.
The big man stretched and spun the map around towards the priest.
And we have to find where in this forsaken place this astrolab is. Whatever the feck that is. According to Clegg it is the key to Bree finding her brother.
DM Bacon wrote:
The Arcane Strike is a good choice and would make a solid additional feat per your house rules. It would have come in real handy in my last game actually. Thanks for the heads up on that.
I can definitely get down with a 2-5/week posting rate. Quality over quantity. Plus there's still plenty of opportunity for more posting between players. I also suffer from migraines from time to time so I understand where you're coming from on that.
Kabal flashed a rare smile and ate the rest of Bree's meal while he mulled over the options.
Yah, we're all staking our lives on ole Clegg and some half mad oracle...but I've done far crazier things for far less reward at the end. If he's still in there we'll get him out.
Never a fast thinker except in anger; Kabal took a minute to make some decisions that were now 'his responsibility'.
An equal share will go to all who join the war band. If they dont survive their next of kin will recieve their share. But there will be no looting until every drow lies in a pool of its own wretched blood. Anything that belonged to the elves of Crying Leaf are to be returned to their rightful owners before the spoils are split.
The Brevian was a man ruled by passion and as much as he desired to kill every last drow on his forsaken rock he knew the only reason they were here was to rescue Brandon...and the other captives I reckon... Still as the new leader of this raid he couldnt let the elves know that...doesnt matter. This next order is as easily understood through practicality and strictly tactical in nature...
The captives have to be the first priority. Else they will use them as leverage against us. Silsavar, do you have maps of the battlefield? And we'll need recent scouting reports as well.
Kabal disagreed with Winter's assessment of Silsavar's trophies...a man willing to take that from his enemy's corpse is a man willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done...he'll do just fine...
Impressive. Well met Silsavar.
The Brevian will grasp the elf's forearm in the way of kindred warriors. He'll wait to hear Winter's questions answered. While not seeing the priest as leader per say he still greatly respected the man's judgement as well as all of his friends' and would take as much counsel as he could get.
As Bree let go Kabal realized that she had somehow calmed him down. He raised an eyebrow and listened to the proposal and at first he thought Winter might be toying with him. He dismissed that notion handily as he didnt think the priest would kid around in such a situation. He threw up his hands in a sign of defeat.
Fine. I'll do it but only if this lot can assure me that theyre committed. Once blood starts spilling we dont stop spilling it until all of those dark hearted bastards are sent to the Nine Hells to rot. We finish them for good. Savvy?
Kabal was surprised at Bree's reaction and more so by her arm through his and stifled the warning growl that threatened to rumble in his chest. He let her lead him away knowing he'd only look like a bigger fool if he resisted.
Kabal stood against the wall with his arms crossed. He wasnt sure why he wasnt introduced but... Sable's god's damned bird was... but it had him fuming...and then this b+%&% assumes Winter's our leader?...Bah! Ive half a mind to make a few decisions against the grain just to prove it aint so... He spit to the floor and butted into the conversation.
What the feck are you talking about? Taking over as leader of your military? Bah! We're only here so you can point the way to Cledwyndon or whatever the feck its called so we can save Bree's brother.
Kabal arose and stretched into the fog and began buckling on his armor. He barked a laugh at Cat's question and added to it.
Yeah Winter. You probably owe these faithful hounds a sermon before we head out huh?
Sensing no ill will, Kabal eased up.
Well theres been a misunderstanding then. Father Winter travels with his squire and a flock...Hah! Winter and Sable should both enjoy that one... Your vigilance is much appreciated though and feel free to speak with the priest yourself if necessary. But put your steel away first and dont draw it again unless provoked. Savvy?
Bah! Let them come back. I'm done with the hiding in the bushes from the merry men of the forest. If they meant any harm they would've taken down the two without thinking twice.
Kabal was thankful that he had first watch. He couldnt sleep right now even if he wanted to. He had half a mind to go on and march all the way to wherever those dark hearted drow were waiting... and slice the whole damn evil bunch of them into little bloody chunks and then stomp on those chunks til they were a soupy mush...pretty sure Sebastian would paint me as some sort of noble hero in one of his stories after that...
Kabal almost charged the whole group with those blasted trumpets blaring in his thick skull...I feel like an army of one... He had no doubts that he could lay waste to whole damn lot of them single handedly and for a second he wished a more worthy opponent would show itself...like a bloody dragon...Id yank its head down by its damn horn and punch the bastard right in the eye just for looking at me...
He inhaled and slowly let the deep breath out to calm himself. He didnt even try to hide his disappointment when the bandits turned tail and walked away.
Hah! Good one Sebastian. Our priest has quite a way with words...what the hell did you to me anyways? I'm ready to take on whatever rears its ugly face right now...it's exhilirating.
Kabal was still trying shake bree's idea of 'pretending' to be lover's with Cat out of his mind...damn girl is more likely to wrap that whip around my thick neck... when the group of thugs showed up. He huddled in the dark with sword and shield in hand waited as patiently as he could. If things turned sour...and they already look like they will... Winter and Mercus could easily be over run. He clenched his teeth and bunched muscles knowing he would have to pounce hard and fast.
Kabal looked sideways at the Winter and wondered if Bree was rubbing off on the priest.
A sound plan for the most part but I aint much good at hiding. Too damn big I suppose but still; worth a shot.
Kabal thrashed in his sheets mumbling curses and clenching every muscle in his body. He was having that same dream again. The one where he met Corvax and they pleaded before a drow judge of all things for their souls chance at existence. It was surreal and made no sense for he knew that he had met his shield brother in Brevoy after he signed up with the merc company but this was the way of dreams. His vision lurched and next he knew he was slashing his bloody way through a horde of akatas screaming Shantilles! Where in the feckin hell are you?!...Im gonna throttle that insufferable man when I found him...wait...someone is yelling my name!...
He snapped awake in a cold sweat and found his feet with his sword drawn before he fully understood where he was. He felt like a fool standing there in his small clothes.
I'll be out in a minute shorty. Dont eat all the food or else...
Gods damned Corvax...I'll never forgive you for leaving without a word...
He dumped the bowl of tepid water he had filled the night previous over his head and began dressing for what was most likely to be a long day.
Kabal took Bree's pack and slung the light load up onto his shield arm shoulder. He listened to Winter's morning sermon and actually found himself agreeing with it...at least the violent part about 'toiling with steel'... and shook his head. Gaining the gate he frowned at the guards hesitation.
Well? You aint never heard of an early start? Im sure Sable has some quip about birds and worms to make it clear. Otherwise we're trying to be on our way south before the flaming sun shows itself.
Im very happy with both campaigns. Having forrayed into other games with other DM's its a relief knowing that Zyren is commmitted. A day off here and there isnt a big deal at all. Not that he's the only one (big nod to Mark Sweetman aka DM Voice of the Voiceless as well) but Ive gotten involved into enough games that fell apart (some rather quickly) to know how lucky we all are to be in campaigns that are standing the test of time at over a year with no showing of slowing down.
House of Riddles - Kabal is probably my favorite charcater to play and the whole party (highy Epic capable group here) interactions are deep and feel truly personal. Enforced by the fact the we have fans and read alongs ^_^
House of Light - Really digging this campaign so far. Im only 2 months in with a melee character and have only drawn my heat to show it off and yet still have felt entirely productive. Looking forward to getting to know and working the others characters besides Victoria as well as developing Cairn more. Plus its nice to see that even with everyvody kind of doing their own thing its still moving along nicely.