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Super excited for this campaign!
Looking forward to it as well!
Here we go!
Can't wait!
Okay,Let' get this started! Everyone, it is early morning, an hour or so before dawn. where is everyone?
As the light begin to brighten and the smell of dew hits my nose I am tracking a fox that I had seen running from town. I am looking for their nest to see if they have been stealing food or simply just living near the town.
As the light begin to brighten and the smell of dew hits my nose I am tracking a fox that I had seen running from town. I am looking for their nest to see if they have been stealing food or simply just living near the town.
[dice=Wisdom]2d6+1
You find its nest fairly easily, a hidden alcove filled with scraps of cloth and fur. The Parent (probably mother, by the size) assumes a threatening stance as you approach. three Kits lay behind her, chewing on a severed, human arm. What do you do?
I'm headed from the hayloft I've been staying in to the town square, where I'll be trying to find some work for the day. I hope there's something better today... I appreciate the tavernkeep letting me help in the kitchen, but shale, it's boring.
After saying my morning prayers, I don my armor and load up my gear, ready to face a new day. Excuse me, bartender, do you know where I would be able to find work around here? , I ask politely.
Rigwald has spent the night outside the town's walls sleeping under the stars. Having woken up he gathers his meager possessions (a pack containing his traveling gear and his massive greatsword sheathed in a modest leather and wood scabbard) and starts making his way back towards town. He figures he'll be inside the walls around dawn.
Ron is in his market stall in the square, delicately setting out a variety of arms and armor. The stall is open despite the early hour, though the market is nearly empty. On the wall behind him an old spear and shield are displayed in a position of reverence next to an outdated set of armor.
Despite her height, the dwarf stands out in the sparse crowds as she enters the market. Unusual in these parts. But they know their weapons.
When she nears his part of the market, Ron calls out in common. Aye lass, over here! Are ye new to town? He beckons her with a broad smile on his grizzled face.
I'm headed from the hayloft I've been staying in to the town square, where I'll be trying to find some work for the day. I hope there's something better today... I appreciate the tavernkeep letting me help in the kitchen, but shale, it's boring.
The night before, you have heard that Willeon wanted a few strong workers to help cut and haul in trees for his lumber mill. This task would let you explore more of the forest, and maybe find a clue about where your kinfolk went. As you are passing through the deserted market (the gates don't even open until dawn), when the vendor of the only stall there (a weapon shop) calls out to you.
After saying my morning prayers, I don my armor and load up my gear, ready to face a new day. Excuse me, bartender, do you know where I would be able to find work around here?, I ask politely.
"well, you could probably find work with Willeon, at the mill, or Helmaer the carpenter, if you don't mind backbreaking labour, or perhaps with the guard, if you are more martially inclined" He nods to your sword."or maybe you could track down that Farmer, lexand. he might pay ya to get them wargs off his property. He and 'is family is in the common house, near the east side.". What do you do?
Rigwald has spent the night outside the town's walls sleeping under the stars. Having woken up he gathers his meager possessions (a pack containing his traveling gear and his massive greatsword sheathed in a modest leather and wood scabbard) and starts making his way back towards town. He figures he'll be inside the walls around dawn.
On your walk back, you notice tracks, a medium sized group moving swiftly west, toward Norwhich. These are fresh, less than an hour old. what do you do?
Ron is in his market stall in the square, delicately setting out a variety of arms and armor. The stall is open despite the early hour, though the market is nearly empty. On the wall behind him an old spear and shield are displayed in a position of reverence next to an outdated set of armor.
Despite her height, the dwarf stands out in the sparse crowds as she enters the market. Unusual in these parts. But they know their weapons.
When she nears his part of the market, Ron calls out in common. Aye [b]lass, over here! Are ye new to town?[/n] He beckons her with a broad smile on his grizzled face.
After saying my morning prayers, I don my armor and load up my gear, ready to face a new day. Excuse me, bartender, do you know where I would be able to find work around here?, I ask politely.
"well, you could probably find work with Willeon, at the mill, or Helmaer the carpenter, if you don't mind backbreaking labour, or perhaps with the guard, if you are more martially inclined" He nods to your sword."or maybe you could track down that Farmer, lexand. he might pay ya to get them wargs off his property. He and 'is family is in the common house, near the east side.". What do you do?
Wargs? Hm. This sounds like a pressing matter. I think I will pay this Lexand a visit. Thank you kindly.
I exit the bar and take a stroll to the common house, taking in my surroundings as I walk down the street. Perhaps it is the interest in seeing my parents again that drives me forward. If there are wargs on one farm...no. It would be impossible. I'll visit my family afterwards. Duty first, Brother Caldwell always said.
You find its nest fairly easily, a hidden alcove filled with scraps of cloth and fur. The Parent (probably mother, by the size) assumes a threatening stance as you approach. three Kits lay behind her, chewing on a severed, human arm. What do you do?
Just another momma protecting her kids I think once I see the nest. Best to just stay away....... wait.... what is that? I start moving slowly away from the nest, pull out Floyd and whisper Find Death. We begin checking the nearby area for a body while keeping an eye to not go to close to the nest and see what "mom" does.
You find its nest fairly easily, a hidden alcove filled with scraps of cloth and fur. The Parent (probably mother, by the size) assumes a threatening stance as you approach. three Kits lay behind her, chewing on a severed, human arm. What do you do?Just another momma protecting her kids I think once I see the nest. Best to just stay away....... wait.... what is that? I start moving slowly away from the nest, pull out Floyd and whisper Find Death. We begin checking the nearby area for a body while keeping an eye to not go to close to the nest and see what "mom" does.
Thadeus
[ooc]could I get you to roll to discern realities for that. take your companion bonus.
What should I be on the lookout for?
What happened here recently?
What here is useful or valuable to me?
When she nears his part of the market, Ron calls out in common. Aye lass, over here! Are ye new to town? He beckons her with a broad smile on his grizzled face.
Turning, Belym alters her path over to the weapons stall. "Been here a week or two. My name's Belym, a pleasure to meet you. Any chance you've seen any of my kin recently? Or, for that matter, know of any better work offers than Willeon's gang?"
As she glances at the stall's contents, she adds, " That's a fine spear. As old as it is, it looks like it'd still be fine against a vole-boar!"
Belym, pleasure's mine. They call me Ron Bucanero, or Ron. Can't say I seen many of yer kind in years, I'm sorry to say. Willeon's a good sort, mind ye, though the work is tough. Same with Helmaer.
An old hand at sizing up a potential opponent, Ron is quick to notice that this is an imposing woman indeed. If ye up for it, ol' Lexand's been complaining about wargs on his farm. Dreadful beasts. I'd like to help him meself, but the guard won't authorize me militia to act.
He looks around the empty market, and at his wares. If ye'd be willing to help poor Lexand, I'd be happy to join you. It'd be madness to go alone.
When Belym comments on the spear, the old man stands even straighter. A keen eye indeed! That be Remorse. Served me well for years. An odd look crosses his face before he focuses back on Belym.
I can open late today, if yer up to see to Lexand's farm. What say ye?
What happened here recently?
There is nothing in the area, so one of the foxes must have taken the arm here. the arm wasn't chewed off either, the cut is too clean. More than likely it was severed by a blade (recently too, the blood coming from the wound hasn't congealed yet). Someone was attacked earlier this night
What should I be on the lookout for?
The foxes are harmless, as you approach them, they scatter off, yipping. the arm is clearly human. More importantly, on its third finger, you find a ring bearing the signet of Braxos. it's either a soldier, or a noble.
What here is useful or valuable to me?
The ring is likely valuable, and Norwhich would likely appreciate this news. Also, in your search you find some useful medicinal herbs.
What do you do?
On your walk back, you notice tracks, a medium sized group moving swiftly west, toward Norwhich. These are fresh, less than an hour old. what do you do?
Rigwald is aware of a bandit problem around town and doesn't think a medium sized group of respectable people would be sneaking around outside the town's walls in the darkness before dawn. When Fate gives you a chance you don't let it pass.
Rigwald loosens his greatsword in it's sheathe and decides to follow the tracks and take a closer look. If they're friendly they'll have a chat and be on their respective ways, but some deep animal instinct tells him that these people might be quite hostile indeed.
I can open late today, if yer up to see to Lexand's farm. What say ye?
"Wargs, huh? That at least sounds interesting, I've never seen one before. Lead the way. "
On your walk back, you notice tracks, a medium sized group moving swiftly west, toward Norwhich. These are fresh, less than an hour old. what do you do?
Rigwald is aware of a bandit problem around town and doesn't think a medium sized group of respectable people would be sneaking around outside the town's walls in the darkness before dawn. When Fate gives you a chance you don't let it pass.
Rigwald loosens his greatsword in it's sheathe and decides to follow the tracks and take a closer look. If they're friendly they'll have a chat and be on their respective ways, but some deep animal instinct tells him that these people might be quite hostile indeed.
You can follow these prints very easily, but they have quite the head start on you, if you run, you would likely overtake them near Norwhich, or you may follow at your own pace, and overtake them some time later.
As Rigwald is following the tracks he feels a growing feeling of urgency. He considers going slowly and quietly to examine the situation a plan a careful approach, but then dismisses the idea.
They don't sing songs of those that skulk in the shadows, avoiding a good fight! he thinks to himself and breaks into a full run.
Ron's smile broadens as Belym agrees. One moment. He closes up the front of the store. From inside Belym can hear quiet grunts and curses. In a few moments, the old soldier comes out from behind the stall, dressed in the antiquated suit of armor, and carrying the shield and spear. He has a dagger in a forearm sheath on his shield arm.
He suddenly notices that the dwarf doesn't appear to have a shield or weapon. Do you need to borrow some equipment?
The ring is likely valuable, and Norwhich would likely appreciate this news. Also, in your search you find some useful medicinal herbs.
What do you do?
Damn I think, knowing what I need to do but hesitant to head back to town. I ponder for a moment on if to take the arm or not and decide its best not to disturb their home, I toss in a few pieces of meat I had left over from this mornings meal and begin to head to town with the ring stowed in one of my many pouches. Its about time for old Ron to be opening shop, maybe he will know who this belonged to.
As Rigwald is following the tracks he feels a growing feeling of urgency. He considers going slowly and quietly to examine the situation a plan a careful approach, but then dismisses the idea.
They don't sing songs of those that skulk in the shadows, avoiding a good fight! he thinks to himself and breaks into a full run.
[dice=Defying danger with CON]1d6 + 1d8 + 1
Your strides make quick work of the distance, and you arrive at the town a minute or two after the Ravagers*. The eastern gate has been knocked off it's hinges, and a group is already no doubt inside. another group, 4 ravagers and an enormous freak wielding a hammer bigger than you, clash with the remnants of the gates guard
*
Townies (Thaddeus, Beryl, and Ron)
You hear screaming coming from the east, and an orange glow emanates from there. The Town appears to be under attack, What do you do?
Scath
As Rigwald takes in the fighting at the gate a huge smile spreads across his face. He tosses his pack under a tree where he can find it later, removes the sheath from his sword and throws that down as well.
Killing the brute is surely a deed worthy of songs Rigwald thinks to himself. He walks out into the open, greatsword's blade reflecting the light of the fire, and with a laugh calls out in a deep voice "Hey, you massive ugly f~@+! You just earned yourself a place in my legend!"
[dice= "What are you waiting for?" move, +CON]1d6 + 1d8 + 1[/dice]
As I make my way through the woods I remember the guards will be switching when the sun hits the top of the trees and if I want to sneak in during that time I will need to move carefully but quickly to the edge of the woods to get a quick eye on who is on watch before entering town.
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Ron immediately looks to the east, and then quickly reopens the front of his stall.
The wargs will wait. Coming?
He begins jogging towards the screams, hoping the dwarf will follow. As he runs he repeatedly yells, To arms! Militia to arms to the east gates!
Belym follows Ron towards the sounds of screaming, keeping up despite her small stature. " I've got a weapon,", she says, patting the warhammer at her belt, " but you should know I've got some other abilities as well. ". As they run, she traces a small circle in the air, and a fist-sized stone suddenly appears and flies ahead of them, thudding into the side of a nearby building. She watches closely to see Ron's reaction. Not everyone in town has reacted well to that.
Witnessing the commotion, Thaddeus draws his weapon and grabs his shield and rushes forth, toward the East gate.
A rare and useful talent, Belym! Remind me to tell ye of the time the Earl of Davies fielded a contingent of water benders against me legionnaires at the Red River. Ever fought in two feet of mud? Ain't pretty!
Despite his friendly demeanor, Ron is primarily focused on recategorizing his combat assets. Belym, archer equivalent. Priorities: Keep her out of close quarters combat, maintain high ground. Additional abilities: Unknown.
Witnessing the commotion, Thaddeus draws his weapon and grabs his shield and rushes forth, toward the East gate.
As Rigwald takes in the fighting at the gate a huge smile spreads across his face. He tosses his pack under a tree where he can find it later, removes the sheath from his sword and throws that down as well.
Killing the brute is surely a deed worthy of songs Rigwald thinks to himself. He walks out into the open, greatsword's blade reflecting the light of the fire, and with a laugh calls out in a deep voice "Hey, you massive ugly f+&!! You just earned yourself a place in my legend!"
[dice= "What are you waiting for?" move, +CON]1d6 + 1d8 + 1
Your voice booms even over the din of battle. The Ravagers immediately take notice of you. three of them (two normal [if normal can be applied to these beasts] ones and the big one) turn and charge to meet you, leaving two to finish off the guard. They are closing fast, what do you do?
As I make my way through the woods I remember the guards will be switching when the sun hits the top of the trees and if I want to sneak in during that time I will need to move carefully but quickly to the edge of the woods to get a quick eye on who is on watch before entering town.
defy danger: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 2) + 2 = 10
You race toward the gates, and arrive at the eastern gate to find it under assault, it looks like some Ravagers got bold. five of them are embattled at the gate, three are about to surround Rigwald, while two more are engaged with the remaining guard. Beyond the gate, the town is burning, What do you do?
Ron immediately looks to the east, and then quickly reopens the front of his stall. The idea is that the town folk may know where to find weapons in an emergency.
The wargs will wait. Coming?
He begins jogging towards the screams, hoping the dwarf will follow. As he runs he repeatedly yells, To arms! Militia to arms to the east gates!
Belym follows Ron towards the sounds of screaming, keeping up despite her small stature. " I've got a weapon,", she says, patting the warhammer at her belt, " but you should know I've got some other abilities as well. ". As they run, she traces a small circle in the air, and a fist-sized stone suddenly appears and flies ahead of them, thudding into the side of a nearby building. She watches closely to see Ron's reaction. Not everyone in town has reacted well to that.
Using the Trickle move, to produce a minor effect.
A rare and useful talent, Belym! Remind me to tell ye of the time the Earl of Davies fielded a contingent of water benders against me legionnaires at the Red River. Ever fought in two feet of mud? Ain't pretty!
Despite his friendly demeanor, Ron is primarily focused on recategorizing his combat assets. Belym, archer equivalent. Priorities: Keep her out of close quarters combat, maintain high ground. Additional abilities: Unknown.
you two arrive at the eastern gate, and find the nearest buildings aflame. the gates guard appears to be overrun, and a group of 7 ravager, 6 normal, and a giant, are rampaging through the streets, chasing down civilians who are trying to flee. The militia will take a few minutes to get armed, armoured, and organized, and in that time, they may level this part of the town. What do you do?
Witnessing the commotion, Thaddeus draws his weapon and grabs his shield and rushes forth, toward the East gate.
You arrive from the north, to find a group of ravagers, three altogether, assaulting a dwelling. By the look of it, the family inside have barricaded the door, but it does not appear to be holding. What do you do?
I approach the savages, my sword pointed at the lot of them, and with my shield at my side, I proclaim, "In the name of the Divine Lady, drop your weapons and surrender, or die like the dogs you are."
[Dice="I am the Law" + CHA]2d6+2[/dice]
I have to save these people. I won't let them get butchered if I can help it. Mersiel give me strength.
You race toward the gates, and arrive at the eastern gate to find it under assault, it looks like some Ravagers got bold. five of them are embattled at the gate, three are about to surround Rigwald, while two more are engaged with the remaining guard. Beyond the gate, the town is burning, What do you do?
This is why we don't come to town Floyd.... I whisper as I kneel behind a tree. It takes no time for me to decide who to help. Looks like Rigwald may have a good fight on his hands with the big boy over there, lets take out one of those smaller goons near him..... let my arrow fly straight and death be true . I take a moment to breath, feeling the wind and aiming at the head of one of the smaller Ravagers approaching Rigwald.
I approach the savages, my sword pointed at the lot of them, and with my shield at my side, I proclaim, "In the name of the Divine Lady, drop your weapons and surrender, or die like the dogs you are."
[Dice="I am the Law" + CHA]2d6+2
I have to save these people. I won't let them get butchered if I can help it. Mersiel give me strength.
Good news: They are no longer battering down those people's door.
Bad news: They are charging you, swords drawn and screaming.Other good news: You take +1 forward against them.
What do you do?
This is why we don't come to town Floyd.... I whisper as I kneel behind a tree. It takes no time for me to decide who to help. Looks like Rigwald may have a good fight on his hands with the big boy over there, lets take out one of those smaller goons near him..... let my arrow fly straight and death be true . I take a moment to breath, feeling the wind and aiming at the head of one of the smaller Ravagers approaching Rigwald.
Called Shot: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 5) + 2 = 9
The Ravager takes a glancing blow from the arrow, and drops it's sword as it holds its head, collapsing in agony.
I approach the savages, my sword pointed at the lot of them, and with my shield at my side, I proclaim, "In the name of the Divine Lady, drop your weapons and surrender, or die like the dogs you are."
[Dice="I am the Law" + CHA]2d6+2
I have to save these people. I won't let them get butchered if I can help it. Mersiel give me strength.
Good news: They are no longer battering down those people's door.
Bad news: They are charging you, swords drawn and screaming.
Other good news: You take +1 forward against them.
What do you do?I adopt a guarded stance with my shield up and sword at the ready, so I can strike as they come within distance. I didn't think you'd surrender. Dying like dogs it is.
you two arrive at the eastern gate, and find the nearest buildings aflame. the gates guard appears to be overrun, and a group of 7 ravager, 6 normal, and a giant, are rampaging through the streets, chasing down civilians who are trying to flee. The militia will take a few minutes to get armed, armoured, and organized, and in that time, they may level this part of the town. What do you do?
Benders? Is there a word for people who can do what I can? That's good to know. As they round the corner, Belym glances at the flames and says, "A couple of those water benders would be handy right now, looks like."
As they begin to close with the horde of ravagers, Belym traces a rather larger set of circles in the air; a stone rather larger than her head manifests, and with a forward thrust, she sends it flying at the towering one, hoping to knock it off its feet (and maybe into its compatriots).
I adopt a guarded stance with my shield up and sword at the ready, so I can strike as they come within distance. I didn't think you'd surrender. Dying like dogs it is.
Benders? Is there a word for people who can do what I can? That's good to know. As they round the corner, Belym glances at the flames and says, "A couple of those water benders would be handy right now, looks like."I'm really hoping here that Ron's going to be heading at least to Near range as well...
As they begin to close with the horde of ravagers, Belym traces a rather larger set of circles in the air; a stone rather larger than her head manifests, and with a forward thrust, she sends it flying at the towering one, hoping to knock it off its feet (and maybe into its compatriots).
Channel: Giant's Boulder": 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5) + 2 = 11
Giant's Boulder damage": 1d6 ⇒ 4So, that's an attack from Near range, with the Forceful tag.
The boulder strikes true, bloodying the beast and sending it toppling to the ground. Its comrades scurry out of the way, no such luck on a secondary strike. the brute is not dead, however, and is already getting up, as its comrades charge your position, What do you do?
I adopt a guarded stance with my shield up and sword at the ready, so I can strike as they come within distance. I didn't think you'd surrender. Dying like dogs it is.
Also, some environmental notes I realized I have been picturing, but left out. Thaddeus, you are in a wide street in a residential area, most of the civilians are cowering in their homes (can't blame them), but a few are hastily donning armour, and grabbing spears. Belym & Ron, you guys are on a hill overlooking a square (which is where the ravagers are). and you too can see evidence of the militia organizing.Scath & Rigwald, The gate is near the forests, but there is a decent clearing around the city walls. Rigwald,I am picturing you about 7-8 meters away from the gate, roaring your challenge to the enemy, and Scath, I am picturing you just inside the treeline, about 40 meters away from the gate.
Just to help give you guys an idea of the area.
He paces Belym, but it is clear that the two of them will not be able to eliminate seven foes alone. There is no choice but to stand firm until help arrives.
When Belym stops to fire, Belym takes up a defensive position next to her awaiting the charge. He yells to the civilians, Flee to the market square. Militiamen to me!
I adopt a guarded stance with my shield up and sword at the ready, so I can strike as they come within distance. I didn't think you'd surrender. Dying like dogs it is.
, 1 piercingThe first Ravager leaps at you, Impaling himself on your blade to stive at you. it dies, of course, but it's blade draws blood, and it's compatriots are circling,trying to get a strike in.
I keep my guard up, withdrawing my blade from the Ravager's flesh. It's three to one, and I'm still winning. Mersiel might offer a bit of kindness to you lot...in the afterlife.
I rush forward towards another Ravager and swing my blade at him. The blood of his brother arcing off into the air as it comes down.
He paces Belym, but it is clear that the two of them will not be able to eliminate seven foes alone. There is no choice but to stand firm until help arrives.
[dice=Change Tactics to Defensive]2d6+1
When Belym stops to fire, Belym takes up a defensive position next to her awaiting the charge. He yells to the civilians, Flee to the market square. Militiamen to me!
[dice=Defend area]2d6
hold 3 to defend
well, good job, between your shouting, and Belym's attack, they have no doubt who's in charge here. they are charging, and will close in a moment. The militia will still take a minute or so to organize and attack, til then, you're on your own (except for Belym). what do you do?
Should I edit my HP on my character page then? That's 3 damage.
I keep my guard up, withdrawing my blade from the Ravager's flesh. It's three to one, and I'm still winning. Mersiel might offer a bit of kindness to you lot...in the afterlife.
I rush forward towards another Ravager and swing my blade at him. The blood of his brother arcing off into the air as it comes down.
Hack and Slash+STR: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6) + 1 = 13