GM Euan's Rise of the Runelords (Inactive)

Game Master Euan

As the caravan proceeds apace and various heroes protect it in various ways, Nick and Nichole watch, as do you all. Some of the more perceptive among you see the grass twitch as one or more goblins approach the package, and then scamper back to cover, presumably with their prize. Those close enough, hear Nick chuckle ”It works every time.”

Nichole, without taking her eyes off the ruins within which the goblins are preparing, says, ”It hasn’t worked yet.”

A pair of minutes go by, but it feels like much longer as you all watch for goblins, and prepare for their assault. Suddenly, there’s the sound of broken glass, and a gout of fire appears from behind the rubble. And then another - and another! Those with sharp eyes can even make out burning goblins running every which way.

Nichole visibly relaxes and moves back toward the caravan proper, ”Show’s over folks, everyone can relax. This lot won’t be bothering us today!” More quietly she too grins, saying, ”They just can’t resist breaking glass.” Nick’s horse speeds to a trot as he moves back to the rear of the caravan, smiling and checking that nothing untoward happened to the passengers while they were occupied.
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With her light crossbow now in hand, Verona answered Emerik's question. "Da, I can, but I fear they will not listen to whatever, I say. The goblins of Ustalav were vicious and vile, and nothing has shown me that they are all that different in Varisia, but..." she hesitated not sure if it was even a good idea to potentially antagonize with her words.

Eventually, though, Verona made her decision and belted out a guttural cry in goblin that was hopefully loud enough that even the goblins would here it from afar. "Tso rau peb. Koj yuav pom tsis pom qhov ci iab ntawm no. Tsuas yog kev tuag!"

"P-Please don't tell anyone," she begs.

Too late, you were too careless.

"I-I... I don't want them to hate me," she explains, her vision spangling as she looks down to the toes of her boots.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

"Do you see their leader," she asks Vindur, not able to make out much at this distance.

You've done worse. Much worse.

She shivers as she relives a memory in horribly vivid detail. She could still hear the screams of those she had killed that night on particularly bad nights.

She has a feeling that tonight would be one of those nights.

Thank you, It was my pleasure, I tend to think of gaming here on the boards as a way to fill the boredom. Instead, chatting with you has been the opportunity to meet an interesting person. Which during this stressful time of covid has been very refreshing. Thank you for being willing to share. I agree the rapport has been great but more so, it's been a pleasure meeting you. Hopefully they both, Seamus and Meg can make it into the game. But even if Seamus doesn't I hope Meg does she's a well thought out character that would be fun to read about.

I am glad you had as good a time chatting as me! It has been a pleasure meeting you as well. I always tend to worry that I am oversharing, so it's nice to know when I'm not. I hope you know that the feeling is mutual in that I hope Seamus gets in even if Meg doesn't (but would prefer us both getting in!).

It has been a pleasure getting to know your characters as well, and I would love the chance to play with any of you in the future! Best of luck!

It was a delight watching how Vin shaped into a much deeper character simply through his interactions with you all. Thank you for making this such a great gaming experience!!