FYI I am headed out of town for the week, wont be able to post until Monday after next.
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Bryce helps Morrigan to her feet, "Glad to see you are well." Once he is sure everyone is unharmed, he suggest they press on keeping alert to the dangers of the wild. After the short trek along the trail, he stops to study the dead crows, "A foul omen for sure, this is." He takes a moment so examine the fetishes and the surrounding area, with his pistol drawn and loaded in one hand and his mace in the other.
Sorry for the delay, I had misread something and in my mind was waiting for Baz to post. My bad, I will watch to see what they do this round and will then post for next round.
Bryce attempts to whack the fleeing wyrm with his mace, but only finds snow.
Bryce rushes over to where Morrigan is wrestling the creature and tries to help wretch it off of her.
Waiting to see what Baz does...also my lap top has bit the dust and I am sharing with the kids until I get something figured out. Might slow down my posting a tad until then. If needed go ahead and DM PC me. I should still be able to get on once a day so I hope it won't affect the thread to much.
Seeing the creature savagely attack Morrigan, Bryce leaps into action. With torch in one and pistol in the other he takes a step out of line and fires at the scaled monster.
Still here, take your time. Real life always trumps fantasy message board games :) Thanks for keeping us posted. Accepting the Call to server as foster parents is an amazing gift, I pray your situation will settle down soon for everyone involved.
Shivering in the chill, Bryce lights a torch to hold close and help fight off the cold. Pressing on he will offer up consistent prayers to Pharasma to protect and guide her servant on this quest that fate has layed before him.
Bryce checks to load of his pistol and draws it to keep it at the ready. "Yes, let us proceed with extreme caution." He scans the along both sides of the trail as the group moves on.
"There may not be any magic, but someone has taken the time to rig this as a trap so they are expecting followers. Do any of you have an idea on how we can safely disarm it? I would hate for someone else to come along and be injured, and inside there maybe clues as to who we are up against."
With Morrigan's declaration that the is not under the effects of magic, Bryce will kneel down in the snow and investigate the chest for any clues.
"All right then folks, I think we need to press on. We have done our duty here, now we must pursue whoever took Lady Argentea."
Once the corpses are burning, Bryce invites any who desire to join him at the head of the pryer. He offers up prayers commending the souls to the heavens and into the care of Pharasma, his Lady of the Graves. After a moment of silence for the fallen, he will rejoin the group as a whole. "Thank you friends for taking the time to care for these poor souls, Pharasma will be pleased. We may have changed our Fate this day. Now on to this investigation, this jewelry and trinkets appear to be valuable, perhaps they belong to Lady Argentea. We should bring them along to return to her. This captain died in honor, his armor and sword should be returned to his family. Are we ready to follow the trail? "
"But Mister Bazikian, their souls did not leave this world for the next, otherwise their bodies would not have risen up to attack us. My Lady demands they be ushered fully to the next world, and it will not take long to gather the necessary wood to fuel a funeral pyre. We shall assemble it so that it will burn down properly unattended, that way we can be after Lady Argentea's captors without much delay." Bryce will then started to gather wood using the remnants of the wagons to form a pyre, that can be ringed with stones.
"These men were once part of the company, sadly the curse of unlife has kept their souls from being ushered on to my Lady. We must tend to them before we follow their attackers trail. I suggest we make a pyre to care for the mortal remains, at such time we can offer up a moment of prayer for their souls."
Bryce stows his weapons and then kneels down to look at the body of the now dead creature.
With everyone clear of the zombie, Bryce will watch it close. If it keeps moving towards the group he will take a shot at it with his pistol.
"Step out of the way big fella, and I will be able to blast that one. Then we can just wait for it to fall out of the wagon like this one did."
Seeing the others cluster around the zombie, Bryce grips his mace tightly and moves up next to the giant and attempts to bash the thing on it's head.
Bryce cringes, just from hearing the reaction of the two gnomes lets him know something alive yet not is inside the carriage. Taking a deep breath he steadies himself and aims his pistol at the back of the carriage waiting until one of the creatures exits before taking a shot.
I am driving back to Louisville over the next two days. I will try to check in from my hotel tonight and then again when I get home Monday evening/night.
Hearing that the gnomes have possibly found a survivor, Bryce pulls his pistol and moves to cover the doors as the giant of a man pulls them open.
"Everyone be careful." Bryce yanks his mace from his belt and starts to pick his way through the wreckage looking for the deceased and any clues that can tell him more what happened. "We should properly send these poor souls to meet the Lady of the Graves, it is the decent thing to do. If we work together we can quickly build a pyre and cremate their bodies."
"Thank you, that is very helpful Mr. Meander." Bryce waits for the the barkeeper to walk away and leaves a gold coin on the counter. This should be enough to cover everyones morning meal and last nights drinks. Bryce then joins the others, "Off to fetch his spear you say? Well, if everyone is ready then let us waste no more time. We can meet up with Ragnar, is that how you say it? We can meet up with him on the way. I just want to thank each of you for volunteering to investigate these strange events, it speaks to the kind souls you are. This will be dangerous, but if we work together we should be okay. If anyone of you wishes to reconsider, now it the time to do it, no one will fault you for deciding this is not your calling." Bryce then turns to leave hopeful that each of them is coming with him and sets out to locate the smith and find the giant man. I hope his character is a strong as that of these few brave souls.
Sorry for the sudden absence, as you may know my wife and kids live in Nebraska now and I am in Louisville, KY finishing my degree. Yesterday they admitted my wife to the hospital so I drove all night to be here for her and the kids. She is home now and doing well, I will try to catch up on the thread tomorrow after I have gotten caught up on my sleep.
Bryce awakens early and spends some time in prayer and reflection before the smell of cooking bacon draws him out of his meditations. He heads to the table, noticing Ragnar has since slipped out and Gnosh is extremely excited to be awake and having breakfast. "A good morning to you Mr. Gnosh, I see you are eager to be on our way this morning? Did you see the big fellow leave?" Concerned, but trusting the council women's judgment, he refrains from chasing off after the giant to see what trouble he could be making for the town. After the warm meal breaks his fast, he strolls over to the bar away from the others and gets Meander's attention. After he tries to pay for his drink, the stay, and the meal, and is politely refused Bryce says, "Well thank you indeed Mr. Meander, your hospitality is incomparable. There is one other thing I wish to ask of you. Just some information you may hold that would help me with a personal matter. There was a farmer around these parts known a Eivan Jorgeson. Do you remember him, and can you tell how to find his landholding?"
Yep, read to move on.
I am really enjoying the start of this game! Just an FYI this weekend I will be going back home for a weekend of RPG's with my old table group. Its a last fling before I move away from the local area in a few weeks, so I probably won't be posting on the boards much if at all from Friday afternoon until Monday morning when I am back on campus. We will probably stay up late swapping manly stories, though I doubt I will get any waffles. :(
Once Baz is done, Bryce carefully picks up the sword of cold iron and brings it over to Yuln so that both of them can grasp the hilt. "Thank you friend, for your information and your gift. I pledge to bring it back to you along with the Lady Argentea should the fate of Pharasma be so kind. Tell me where do we start?" With a gracious smile, Bryce straps the blade to his pack as he listens to Yuln describe the location just a short ways from the village. When Yuln is done, Bryce thanks him and then stands and approaches the village leader. "Madam councilor, I am at your service and will put all my skill and effort in to recovering the Lady and learn the truth behind the strange events occurring here. I suspect the journey will not be an easy one, so I am going to retire and get some rest before the morrow. I have arranged the the tavern owner to sleep there tonight should you need me for anything." Bryce then prepares to return to the tavern and says to the others, "I suggest we get some rest and prepare for the task we have now agreed to. We can leave at first light." He heads to walk out and stops at the door turning back he says, "Thank you for your willingness to head straight at danger and Evil with out regard for your own selves. May Pharasma bless each of you this night, to this task." With a curt nod, Bryce leaves and heads towards the tavern. Witches! Cold fey agents of Evil, serving Witches! Fate has certainty lead me here at this time for a purpose. Lady of the Graves be my guide. Bryce ponders the events, the adventures, and the goal of his new found quest as he retires by the hearth preparing his heart and mind for the task at hand.
The fate of Pharasma is at work, the gnomes have agreed to come. Miss Morrigan will you be joining us? Would one of you ask our large friend if he is inclined to help, I think it would be wise to keep him close and under close scrutiny." Turning to the councilor he asks, "Is there none in the village who possesses the divine touch of healing, can not someone help this man? If we could heal him, he could guide us to where Lady Argenta last was." Looking at the soldier, "And you can use your own sword to serve your Lady."
Madam councilor I would be amiss in my oaths if I refused your request, I will gladly go and seek Lady Argentea. Gods willing she shall be brought home safe." Bryce moves to sit near the bandaged man, "If I am to confront this evil, you must tell me everything you know. What weapons did your attackers use, did they wield the power of magic, did they rely on the blessings of their gods? You speak of the cold fey, I must know all that you know of them. I must also know in detail where you were attacked, and though it may be difficult, you must relate to me exactly what happened to the others and your Lady."
Mr. Bazikan, I am not suggesting he is evil, or that his size and language are a reason to think him less than any other man. However, we should be cautious. He may, or may not, be up to no good, but regardless there is something not right happening in Heldren and he is mixed up in it. Perhaps we all are.
Sorry for the slower going folks. It's been crazy at work. We'll pick up next week! I think we are moving along just fine, the story is the best part and getting a feel for who everyone is so far has been great.
"Deception and lies are the tools of Evil, he may be an agent of some greater power, a victim, or even an unwilling accomplice. Whatever its nature we would be wise to use caution until we are sure of the source of this, gods, magic, Evil, or fate. It is good that you fear the unknown for that might just keep you safe."
After hearing Morrigan's explanation of the conversation Bryce is worried, "This is indeed a dangerous man, be wary of what he says. This could be an elaborate hoax to lure you into his confidence. From another time? Only some great Evil could do what you are suggesting, more likely he is hiding something and hopes his story will distract you from the truth of his arrival here in Heldren."
Bryce listens, not understanding the elvish conversation but notices the large man's face as he seems to come to some kind of revelation, he is either going to pass out or attack from sheer fear. "All right easy now friend, we do not need you swing those arms about." Bryce figures the giant of a man won't be able to understand the words but hopes his soothing tone will keep the giant from doing something dangerous towards the gathering.
"Yes councilor, whether these occurrences are the acts of Qadir agents or some other Evil my heart tells me the personal journey that has lead me here, has done so at the most opportune time. I am at your service."
Thanks, that is very cool. If Bryce every speaks in Skald I will use Norwegian too.
you got me, greek looked close enough and it was different than anyone else's so I went with it. Is one of the others german? I've studied Biblical Greek so it was easy to recognize, I think it makes a good choice for elven. I am guessing one is German, maybe Dutch? I'd just like to use the same one to help make "our" Golarian more real and consistent.
My last post was eaten, didn't notice. Check in and realize, nosh has been quite for waaaay to long. That happened to me too, I had one the post I DM vanish too, but one of the players saw it and responded to it before it vanished. ODD Way to go with the language translators. I recognize the Greek for elves, but Morrigan what did you chose for the northern languages, and Ragnar which are you using for the ancient tongue? I speak Skald and would like to follow suit and use the same one as you. For the DM, I gave Bryce the title Circuitor it is the name of an office used in some monastic orders. The Circitor is the brother in charge of discipline. I thought it would be cool to use it as a title like priest or abbot to represent his a part of an order of the church, but not a priest.
As they enter Bryce is sure to thank the elf, "Well met this night Miss Willowbark, thank you for welcoming us into your shop and home." Once gathered around invalids, Bryce skirts around the group as they surround the giant of a man and approaches the Council woman. "Greetings to you Miss Teppen, and apologies for intruding on your efforts her. I am Bryce Eivenson, Circuitor of Pharasma's Church in Zimar and have just arrived here in Heldern this very evening. The rumors of the weather and strangers are, of course, the main chatter of the folks in the tavern. I was planning on seeking you out in the morning, to offer you my services, when your man came to summon Miss Morrigan here tonight. Seeing that fate and destiny may be playing a role in the events that are transpiring here I felt delaying until the morrow might have been unwise. If these men are agents of Qadir, I am sure I can discover the truth." Bryce's ears tingle when he hears the northern tongue of his father, odd indeed this far away from there.
"You are very kind Miss Morrigan, it seems you have a sizable entourage." Turning to the tavern owner, "Thank you for the excellent meal, and I indeed will take you up on the offer for a place by the hearth. Would you like me to settle of the cost of dinner now, or wait until after I break my fast in the morning."
Bryce gives the woman at the bar a knowing look, "It seems you are better connected then you let on Miss Morrrigan. With your permission I would like to come and assist, I can be a persuasive interrogator if need be."
"Well there is indeed something strange going on in these parts, whether the Qadirian's or something else is behind it. If there is some Evil at work here it must be rooted out and dealt with. Heldern is a small town, the folks here might get a bit suspicious of a group of strangers arriving in town poking into things they trust their leaders to take care of, particularly when some of the strangeness is strangers showing up in town. In the morning I shall go speak those in charge and offer my services as Circuitor, if you are interested in volunteering I suggest you come with me Miss Morrigan, Mr. Nosh. and Mr. Bazikian. This is indeed a curious coincidence or a intervention of divine fate, I shall have to pray and reflect this evening on the possible meaning of six strangers showing up in the same place while all this is going on. Pharasma may have some insight. Barkeep, I did not catch your name, can you suggest a place I can board this night and who I should seek out in the morning?"
"You make a good point miss, are you the local constable? If you are going to be interrogating the strangers might I offer my services. I am Bryce Eivanson, Circuitor of Pharasma's Church of Zamir at your service."
Bryce listens as the bar keep says, "Well, apparently Jarvis knows for certain," Menander says with a playful smile. "Unfortunately, our little problem hasn't grown worrisome enough yet to trouble the powers-that-be in Zimar," he says with a shrug. "What about the people in charge here? I serve the Church of Pharasma in Zamir and could send word back to my superiors, who should I speak with regarding these strange occurrences in the official capacity?"
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