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Do we know which campaign we are playing first?
I will be mixing and matching modules and parts of campaigns.
So as you move adventure to adventure it will specifically be chosen to match with various characters strengths and others weaknesses.
So basically you guys are forming the reason why you are all together adventuring.
The examples I used in the initial post were a mercenary outfit (or as level ones part of an outfit) or you are all coming together to right some injustice (in which case you would decide that and tell me and I would take that as the overarching theme)
A thin young man with foppish hair and robes approaches Thorin with a glint in his eye once he spots the candy. Y-y-you are giving that to us for free? After hearing an answer, Mavis hurriedly grabs a piece from Thorin's outstretched hand before returning to his log-seat next to the fire.
Mavis takes a small bite before setting aside the multi-hued thing, and picking up a mug that he had previously set down. I agree with you on sticking together. The rest of you are welcome to share my fire and my coffee. he says to the small group of people that has approached. I've been told that there's bandits out here, but I haven't seen any yet... Mavis looks up slowly, You aren't bandits, yes?...
There are bandits. Faltor says, as he steps into the firelight.Count yourself lucky that you haven't encountered them yet. I have been fighting a few of them here and there, trying to keep them off the road, preventing them from attacking travelers like yourself.
Don't let me stop the banter, please let that keep going as much as you like. I am happy to let you all RP your way to the core of the story. But just remember the only queston I have is who are you guys, why are you working together.
Once I have that skeleton I will get us moving in GP
It is NOT a rush. Take your time and arrive there how you will
Then I count myself lucky to not have encountered any yet. I myself have heard of a great library in the next town that I would like to peruse. Would you mind... Sharing the road with a scholar such as myself? And, would you tell me what brings you this way?
Sounds fine to me. That's what brings me here anyway, I guard travelers walking the roads around here, so what happen to me doesn't happen to anyone else. Plus, i just like to travel. Faltor pulls out his holy symbol of desna. If anyone asks what happend to him, he simply says, Orcs.
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Unable to keep himself from overhearing the discussion at the next table, Galen hears an opportunity to get his career of to the right foot, so he joins in.
"Bandits are blight on civilization, taking goods that don't belong to them and threatening commerce. Rather than just protecting the scholar there, perhaps we should take the fight to those miscreants. I for one, would pledge my steel to that venture, then the confectioner and the scholar could travel safely as they pleased."
The dark-haired youth has a purposeful gleam in his eyes as he stands and joins the others, helping himself to one of the proffered sweets.
While chewing, the asks the Desnan "Do you know where these villains congregate? If we knock a few heads, perhaps the others will flee. It is known that brigands have no honor."
"Perhaps your fellow Desnan would join us as well -- what say you priestess? Care to wander for a purpose? A noble purpose even?" he indicates the priestess he had traded a jibe with earlier.
Alexandra smiles. Purpose is not what pulls me to join you. Rather, the thought of exploration enthralls me, similar to the way our scribe seeks knowledge. Bashing heads is, of course, an inevitability - although I find that sometimes the word is mightier than the sword.
She grabs a piece of candy.
It is not the best I have ever tasted.
I do know where these bandits are. They set up a camp in an abandoned fortress north of here. I haven't been able to get close alone. He then turns and nods to Alexandra. I agree with you there. Exploration is enjoyable to me as well, and in many situations words are far superior to violence. But these bandits... He sighs. They have been terrorizing this area for months. I have seen a few die to them. Some people simply cannot be reasoned with.
He tries a piece of candy as well.
It's ok I guess.
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Galen's face breaks into a big grin. "Outstanding, man, outstanding. We can save our reasoning for sages and scholars," he nods at Mavis as he speaks. "A taste of steel will straighten this whole affair out nicely. Bring one or two to justice and the rest will scatter like some many leaves in the wind."
The big man thrusts his massive hand at Faltor, preparing to shake on it. "I am Galen. Galen Goodfellow. It is pleasing to meet those who would do good and provide security for those less fortunate."
After shaking with the man, Galen offers a polite bow to Alexandra. "Lady, it would be my honor to join you in this venture. May your gods and mine smile on our meeting!"
To Mavis and Thorin, the youth says, in all seriousness, "Fear not fellows. My companions and I will make the road safe for your travel afore long. I pledge this on my father's good name."
Stirring his drink with his finger absentmindedly, the Mage considers his options. The boy talking must have some kind of death-wish if he wanted to fight all the bandits of the region. Still, his courage was admirable, and he would make to be a loyal companion If a bit slow to reason.
On the other hand, he could just continue to his destination; it currently seemed likely that he would be able to convince at least the guard to travel with him that far.
"I would like to practice my magic on living targets that deserve it though. Bandits would deserve it, and I can't learn everything by reading," Mavis thinks wryly. The chicken he had targeted the day previous had made quite a disconcerting squawk before it had fallen asleep, and it had made him feel a bit guilty even if the exercise had been informative.
Having made his decision, Mavis realizes that they could talk all they wanted, but if they didn't know where to look or were without a plan, it would be a waste of time to tromp around in the woods. Mavis takes a quick sip to whet his throat before speaking, Do you know where we might find this supposed nest of vagabonds?
Faltor stares blankly at mavis. Yes, i know where they are, i just said that. However, it would be practically suicide to invade their fortress without drawing some of them out first. There must be at least 30 total in that fortress, we wouldn't stand a chance against that many at once. He extends his hand to Galen. Faltor Kelthan. Pleased to make your acquaintance, all of you. He turns to address mavis for a moment. I would like to make for the next town as well at some point. The library interests me to an extent, but i have heard there is a temple to Desna there. It has been too long since I have offered her my prayer.
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He couldnt help but notice the rather bland looks on the samples... the sour orc balls werent his best attempt.. too much sour not enough flavor. It was a work in progress.
"Ive some skill in dealing with bandits, my foster father used to let me travel with him and taught me how to defend my wares if need be. And peddling in cities is... dangerous in other ways, theives and the like.
His cart was outside with his mule but he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small leather sack and pulled out a half dozen dark brown circle shaped candies.
"Here try the chocodrops... there is real candied blueberries inside you know"
He added with a bright smile, giving a slight wink to the preistess.
Faltor reaches out to try one.
Not bad. as he says this, he thinks of something. Hey, do you have any caramel? He says hopefully. I love caramel.
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"Caramel? Why indeed I do, though its out in the cart. Do you prefer your caramel salted or unsalted, plain or with nuts? I have a small sampling of Caramal apple bites... but its a bit harder than i would like.
He began excited his whole body language perking up. He pulled out a journal and flipped through it until he found the page he was looking for... then he smiled.
Mavis smiles, and waves away the proffered candy, nothing the words,, "no thankyou." He turns back to Faltor. Forgive me, sir. My mind was wandering... Mavis stops for a moment after catching a glimpse of round two of the candy. The chocolate drizzled over the top was a nice touch. Abandoning his thoughts on the previous candy, Mavis puts the entire thing in his mouth....
and promptly regrets it. Mavis tries to swallow the thing, but it is both exceptionally thick and he hasn't chewed much of it yet. He trys to take a breath, but is unable. His face gets red and he begins to hack it up. Mavis smiles and nods to make it seem as though he's enjoying the candy. He's not trying to hurt feelings
The gob of ejects from his mouth, and luckily it ends up going into his mug and out of sight. Looking about, Mavis see's that it doesn't seem as though anybody noticed.
Mavis wipes his mouth and turns to Faltor. I would be willing to accompany you to eradicate this infestation. I would agree that it would be prudent to not take it upon ourselves to undertake a frontal assault, but I am sorry to say that I am not as well-versed in how the fortifications that the bandits will have erected as you likely are. I would have to say that I think it would be best if we got closer to their hideaway before we made a solid plan. How far away is their fort would you say?
Caramel apple bites sound great. Otherwise, salted with nuts. He turns to speak to mavis. About half a day. The problem is location. Its surrounded by plains and hills on 3 sides and mountains in the back. There are not many places to get there without being seen, except at night. There are rocks as cover, but they are too far apart for use during the day. You can get as close as 60 feet without being seen during the night, however.
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Galen helps himself to another sample of the sweet treats, even if they weren't the best, it was better than the fare he was used to in training.
The young warrior casts a skeptical eye at Mavis and Thorin, especially as the former seems to choke on his confection. "Well I guess a few more wouldn't hurt against such a sizable force. What skills do you bring to the company; clearly you are not soldiers like Faltor and myself. Not everyone is skilled with blade or bow, but Abadar says 'all have their gifts to offer to the greater good'. "
Galen listens intently as Faltor describes the hideout of the brigands, silently calculating how many he could take down in a direct frontal mounted charge.
Faltor scans the two, and seems to realize something. He mutters a few words. Roth, kiral o niraki.
She is a magic user of some form, him, I do not know.
"Hi, my name is Luriel. You hired me along to keep your equipment in tiptop shape, remember? I'm a fair hand with a bow, but I'd rather not engage in melee combat." A tall, delicate elf steps into the firelight. Politely she takes a bit of candy, then answers. "A bit too sweet for my taste. Among my people we have a saying that bitter medicine cures sickness."
"I do not see well at night, unless the moon is up. If we are to assault a bandit camp - perhaps, it might be possible to send some to sleep."
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"I'm a fair shot with a crossbow, and I can be pretty good about moving around unseen."
He began sounding well, defensive. He moved to the table he had a few things set upon and untied a well made canvas case pulling out an exquisate looking heavy crossbow. It glistened in the low light.
"This was one of my gifts from my foster father when i went out on my own to build my own trading empire. He began moving closer so they could better take a look at it.
Yes, I remember. Hello Luriel. He brings out his own bow. This was a gift from my father before he was killed.
"I have my own." Luriel takes out her non magical bow. "It's certainly not as fancy as yours, but it has its uses."
Yes, yes it does. You are a spellcaster too, are you not?
"Yes, and you should know magic is finite. I definitely cannot be channeling magic energy all day long." Luriel thinks about it for a moment. "I could make you bigger, if you want, but it makes you a bigger target too."
"Honestly, why all the talk about fighting? I mean I could help scribe scrolls, make alchemical goodies..." Luriel offers.
Anyhow, we should all get some rest and prepare to head out in the morning, if everyone is in agreement. We can see if there is anyone else who wishes to join us in the morning.
[ooc] +6000 for shock i believe. You can be a +1 with fun materials or whatnot
Faltor scans the two, and seems to realize something. He mutters a few words. Roth, kiral o niraki.
** spoiler omitted **
She is a magic user of some form, him, I do not know.
Mavis narrows his eyes in exasperation at the man before replying to him in celestial. ها، ۽ ان جو ڇا؟ تون پنهنجو پاڻ کي سان گڏو گڏ آهن
Faltor smiles. هیچ چیز، فقط علاقه مند. آن را خوب به دیدار با دیگران که این زبان را می دانم. مرد پرسید چه چیزی شما را مجبور به ارائه.
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While the discuss in some flowery language that he doesn't understand, Galen examines the fine crossbow and lets out a low whistle. "That is fine weapon, sir. Hopefully, you do it justice with your marksmanship. It will be fine to know you have my back when I am toe to toe with the miscreants." He slaps the candy-maker on the back warmly.
As Luriel steps from the shadows, Galen gives an involuntary shudder. The elfin woman had an eldritch quality about her that made him uncomfortable. He tried not to look her in the eyes as he shifted his feet nervously.
"Yes, well, as Faltor suggests, I am off to bed and tomorrow we shall see if any others care to join us. I can't wait to hear the clash of arms again. Until tomorrow, friends."
The cavalier nods farewell to each in turn, hesitating with Luriel for an noticeably uncomfortable moment before stalking off upstairs to rest for the trials of tomorrow.
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Turning to regard Galen, Mavis calls out to him and reveals a small smirk. Some would say that the pen is mighter than the sword. Would you not? Mavis pulls his amulet/holy symbol from his shirt and exposes it to Galen and the firelight. She Would
Alexandra looks confused by the strange words bouncing around the room.
Words are useless when no one reads them she says to the scribe/wizard.
Ok looks like you are all bonded if slaying of bandits
A fortress of weak sauce bandits
Under my name there is a link to "unnamed" that is where the battle map will be, when/if we ever need one. Feel free to go there and upload an image of the character that you would like to use.
Seeing that the lad did not hear him or is simply ignoring him, Mavis turns to regard the woman seated across the fire from him. The only person that Mavis has really been able to debate topics with had been Edna, and she hadn't really had that different of views, so seeing the incoming diatribe, Mavis starts to jitter slightly with excitement. If a masterf-f-fully made blade was hidden underground without any to use it, would it be-b-be any less fantastic? The principle is that knowledge is the greatest power y-y-ou could ever find... The only problem is knowing where to look...
At his statement's close, Mavis trys to look dramatic by finishing off his drink, but he had forgotten about the little prize he had hidden in the now very dark liquid of the cup. He nearly spills the contents of the cup over himself, but is able to spit what he nearly swallowed back into his cup.
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