Angus Lockheart's page

Kinda looks that way, last post I can find was to their RoTRL game on 10/23. Hope they are ok.

Survival 1d6 ⇒ 6 Wild 1d6 ⇒ 5 Ace 1d6 ⇒ 3 9

"yeah.... something definitely off." Angus approaches closer to the tree warily (like 10 yards closer), bastard sword in hand.

Angus matches stride with Fliss. When they are a bit away from the trap, he says "I can tell you have a kind heart, Fliss, and I admire that. The people of Falcon's Hollow don't have the advantage of plentiful fields or vast herds. Many have to make due with what they can hunt, trap, or forage." He frowns. "There are also those who trap for furs to keep warm through the winter months. Trapping is probably one of the least kind ways of making a living, but for some it is all their skills can manage. Hopefully the animal's suffering is not prolonged. At least the trapper was nearby, not letting it languish for days."

You know nothing, Angus Lockheart.

"Fair enough." Angus shrugs, lowering his bow. "Fliss, the hunter is here for their prize. Kindly step away and let them collect it."

"Everybody calm down. Is your interest in the fox, the trap, both, or in us? We won't be lowering our weapons just yet. And I think you'll find us harder targets than you think." Angus calls out, looking for the source of the voice or any others in the treeline.

To Ezren in a loud voice "Grandfather, be careful, he says there are men out there with weapons." back towards the woods "He means no harm, he's just a bit hard of hearing at his age."

Persuasion 1d4 ⇒ 4 wild 1d6 ⇒ 3 explode 1d4 ⇒ 1 5

As I am playing into Angus' loyalty to Falcon's Hollow heh (Driven and Loyal Flaws).

"I'm more the type who ends such an animal's suffering. Or at least removes the locking pin before trying to open the trap." He notices the movement and raises his bow in that direction. "Heads up Fliss we have company!"

Angus, realizing Fliss is once again charging head-first into the unknown, follows wearily. As he approaches, he sees Fliss trying to release the trapped creature.

"What's the plan, Fliss? How are you going to heal it? Are you going to leave something for the trapper who probably relies on these to make their living?" Angus asks the questions in a softened tone. "Story books will tell you it will be grateful, but reality is often uglier. Do you care enough about this animal's life to jeopardize the lives of our fellow Hollowers by delaying our quest to care for it until it is healthy enough to move on its own?"

Thanks everyone.

"What one would expect at the best watering hole in these parts. Lots of traffic. Be on the lookout for Saingrist's crawlers and snakes, but we should be safe enough." Angus answers Ezren's question before heading to the waterfront.

To Fliss: "Hear what?" He caps his waterskin and slings it, drawing his bow and looking around.

"There are, of course, dangers to the lake... large snakes" he gives Fliss an apologetic look [b]"..."Giant turtle or frogs, the occasional lake monster, stuff like that, and of course predators coming down to take a drink or eat some prey doing the same. At least if we stick close to the shore, we should have pretty good sight lines. Maybe even spot something for lunch if we're quiet enough." Angus offers, breaking the strange quiet he fell into during the conversation with the undead kobold.

Angus looks to see if there are tracks of any animals or others in the vicinity.

Survival 1d6 ⇒ 4 Wild 1d6 ⇒ 4 4, success

Hey all, thanks for the well-wishes and things. I have issues with my eyes that will hopefully be fixed with surgery on Oct 13th. In the meanwhile the problem with my left eye has corrected itself and I can rejoin the game as long as I am welcome to.

The eye issues were compounded by getting Covid and a delay in my surgery, and then being in a car crash didn't help (fortunately no one was injured.) Very unfortunate time lately but I'm hoping all that will be in the past very soon.

I am having health issues that will prevent me from logging in and participating over at least then next 2 weeks.

"Damn, it's undead." Angus says, letting an arrow fly towards the undead creature and drawing his sword.

Shooting 1d6 ⇒ 4 Wild 1d6 ⇒ 3 4

Damage 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

Angus glides in at an angle off from Fliss's path, trying to get into a position off to the side with a good line of sight to the stirges and the child-thing in the clearing without being grouped up.

Angus takes out his gear to see what he has to field dress the snake, since he had planned on doing some foraging as part of his meal planning for the trip.

Survival 1d6 ⇒ 3 Wild 1d6 ⇒ 1

Unfortunately, he forgot to pack a proper knife, and between that and wanting to scrape off any bodily fluids (or solids) Fliis may have left behind, he does a poor butchering job.

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"Definitely something odd about it. I say cautious with ranged weapons at the ready." he responds to Ezren's query, taking his bow out and knocking an arrow.

"Sure, sure, we're not bandits. We're out here looking for a cure, just like Laurel told you." Angus smiles. "This is Ezren the Younger and Gustav. Oh, (ahem) and I'm Angus, Angus Lockheart."

Angus looks over to Ezren "Anything you can do about that goo covering her?" he asks.

Hes skin flushes a but when he realizes he's still in his bedclothes.

Angus looks out into the darkness, squinting and listening for sounds of any movement. Snakes, especially giant ones, tended to hunt alone, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Tangentially he side-eyed Gustav's work with the snake's belly.

Angus rushes over to Gustav's side, striking at the snake now Gustav's strike has pointed it out.

Sword 1d6 + 1d10 ⇒ (1) + (8) = 9 8 Hit

Damage 2d8 ⇒ (6, 3) = 9 9 Damage

Angus slices into the giant snake, spraying blood across the forest floor, and he barks "Get out of here, you legless lizard!"

Not my wedding, but rather the wedding I'm going to. My daughter's best friend from high school and one of my best role-playing mates is getting married. She says she looks at me like a father and wanted me to go, so here we go all the way across the country.

I'm honored she sees me that way and my daughter is unlikely ever to get married herself (or at least unlikely to make a big deal of it if she does.)

Was tied up yesterday with the funeral of my favorite uncle, so there's some bitter with the sweet these days; I'll take all the sweet I can get :)

Angus wakes to start "Wassat? Snake?? Where?" he grabs his sword and looks around. He steps over to Ezren' ready to strike at the snake if it approached the elderly man.

Angus wasn't the only one sleeping on watch over the weekend, sorry I didn't post.

Your summer camp overlaps my wedding in Oregon (Aug 5-10) during which I will be likely incommunicado as well.

1d6 + 1d10 ⇒ (5) + (8) = 13 8 hit with a raise
Damage 2d8 ⇒ (4, 8) = 12 explode 1d8 ⇒ 3 plus bonus 1d6 ⇒ 1 16

Angus isn't so forgiving, although perhaps it is himself he's having trouble forgiving. He bashes the retreating bug out of the sky. "Doesn't mean they might not be tempted to return while we sleep. The less of them out here the better, by my way of thinking."

He looks at Ezren, concern furrowing his brows. "Glad you're gonna live, Old Younger. Let's find that water."

Angus draws his heavy mace and tries a whack at the mosquito trying to bite him.

1d6 + 1d10 ⇒ (1) + (2) = 3 2
He misses terribly.
All this training and you're shaking like a child in your first real combat. Shake it off, you fool! Lives are in the balance. Angus's brow furrows as he looks at Ezren in deep concern.

Angus brings his sword back around...

1d6 + 1d10 ⇒ (1) + (1) = 2 Critical Failure!!

Just wow, every martial I play has to roll poorly lol

.... and something terrible happens.

As we are in a forest and that is my favored terrain please be sure to draw two action cards to determine my initiative (I happen to be fine going last this first round) I would also like to point out Angus has First Strike, so he gets a free action strike against the first mosquito to approach him.

1d6 + 1d10 - 1 ⇒ (2) + (8) - 1 = 9 7 Hit; Damage 2d8 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5 sad roll but still beats their toughness.

I'm good for heading out.

"Thanks for that, and you can put me to work until sunset anyway, I know every resource is precious and I'll pay for what we'll take of that tonight with sweat, like the old days." Angus offers, rolling up his sleeves.

"I'm well, sir. Dad has taken ill, though that's only part of why I'm looking to help out Laurel." he shakes Rhoddam's hand, nodding and smiling at a couple of others he recognizes in the camp. [b]"How've things been around here? Can't be easy being short folk due to this blackscour."

He pauses, giving the man to answer and for Ezren and Gustav to say their pieces.

Does Angus think they could make it to the closest place well before nightfall, or does he consider it better to start fresh in the morning?

I too enjoy roleplaying with pbp. You get to get your thoughts down and develop a voice/style for your character, and explore more fully the relationships between characters.

Especially with a shorter module like this.

Angus lets out a snorting laugh "I expect those men would rather see your blood spilled than ours. Out there working while you sit around in the office." He smirks "Surely it need not come to that, though. We're on a quest for Laurel, trying to find ingredients for a brew she can help folks with the blackscour. We're looking for Rhoddam. I'm Angus, Benjin Lockheart's son."

He extends a hand "And these are Masters Ezren the Younger and Gustav"

Angus frowns "The bosses believe there's always more forest, and look at seed planting as the birds' work, or worse druidic nonsense I'm afraid." He sighs "A bit of planning for the future was never a bad idea in my estimation, but they see things differently."

He follows Ezren towards the smoke.

Angud has an adventurer's kit, which I believe has 1 week's rations?

Angus relays the advice to the others and offer his opinion on the matter. "It's not bad advice, plus we might be able to save some provisions if we camp at the logging camp for the evening."

1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (4) = 5 4 Success

Angus will spend a little time asking around the cutyard to see if anyone can narrow down the location of the eldest tree. If he's heard of it, maybe there's someone there that has actually laid eyes on it.

I rolled d6, my common knowledge is a pathetic d4

Common Knowledge 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (6) + (2) = 8 explode 1d6 ⇒ 1 7, Success
Common Knowledge 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + (1) = 4 3, Failure

"Excellent, and I have a pretty good idea where we'll find that tree as well, about fifteen miles from the labor camp, close to the lake. Old woods there, old enough to make people superstitious about faeries and such." Angus smiles. They might just have a shot, of the dwarf's hunch about the witch was right.

"Laurel, if you think it may actually cure this thing, consider me in." He looks to Ezren "What do you say, Old Younger? We could look for your shards while we search for the herbs. If nothing else, it would eliminate looking in those same places later."

"Ah, we were not forged in the depths of the world like you dwarves, 'tis true." Angus says "And I'll donate to a church that I see doing good among the community with the money instead of filling their halls with gilded chalices and needless statues, or just curing those with coin to spend for that matter."

Lowering his own voice he adds "Nothing that I've heard. Druids are likely busy dancing with faeries or feeding the werewolves or whatever it is they do. Olfden probably doesn't know anything. Not like the Boss to advertise trouble." his lips curl in disgust at the mention of the town's boss.

"Wouldn't want you going into the woods all stiff." Angus smiles, eyes twinkling, "Some eager woodsman is likely to mistake you for a gnarled tree and try their axe on you." He clears his throat, adding with much more humility "Thank you, sir. My father should appreciate you having patience while I do what I can for him."

Angus approaches the line with a wary eye. Seeing Ezren's scarf, he considers it a reasonable precaution, taking a moment to fetch a spare shirt from his pouch to do likewise with. Once the shirt is secured over his lower face, he continues his approach.

"Feeling ok, Old Younger?" he asks Ezren "I was getting things prepared for the foray into the woods, but my father needs medicine first." he offers by way of explaining his presence at the shop.

Angus was raised in Falcon's Hollow and after a few years away in a nearby city training for war, he has returned home to find his father stricken ill with blackscour and his mother forced to work in the cutyards. In an effort to avoid good honest wageslavery, he has decided to be the hero Falcon's Hollow needs, putting his considerable martial training to use on behalf of his fellow townsfolk, even if it ends up meaning he has to bust a few local heads.

Angus has two main goals right now: Heal his dad and get his mother away from the cutyard. He actually sees healing his dad as a means to get his mom out of working for the consortium: If his dad becomes able-bodied again and Angus becomes something of a local hero, he might be able to exert enough pressure to get dad re-hired (by the scruff of his neck if necessary.)

Angus is from Falcon's Hollow, indeed. To say he loves the place would be a vast mis-statement, but he is dedicated to the idea of making it a better place to live. Angus and his twin brother Alden grew up in the clutches of the Consortium. His father, Benjin, was a consortium lumberjack who ended up owing the company more money than he could make working for them, and essentially recruited the boys to help pay off this debt through work at age twelve.

When they were fourteen years old, Alden was killed while the two boys were felling a large tree. Angus blames himself for his brother's death, but only half as much as he blames the consortium and Boss Kreed.

He quit the lumber business age sixteen and left to Augstana, joining the militia. Having served three years, he has returned to Falcon's Hollow with the single purpose of making it a better place to live for his family and families like his, only to discover his father stricken ill with blackscour and laid off by the consortium. His mother has taken a job at the cutyard and is doing the dangerous kind of work Angus fled from three years ago.

I am here. Busy weekend, so sorry for delay.

I have no preference on maps, fine with using the Google Docs the others prefer.

Will be working on backstory write-up soon/tomorrow.