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I sit and eat good grub with all of you. I feel the needs and estimate the limits that all of us have. I here the words that we have spoken and believe that we already sound like a squabbling family. There is a potential stampede of destructive diversity but only fools let things get that far. We, we are not fools. I can feel a change coming in my life because I have meet each of you. I will become what I must to see we all reach the end of what appears to be a very dangerous cattle drive.
Arousing myself from the dream, I wash my face dress and head down to breakfast through a window the sun, fully risen just above the horizon, quickens my pace so as not to make Jarris wait. Moving into the common room I ponder what I have learned from my dreams and the people that seem to be gathered here in the inn. What purpose... How shall I gain their trust and respect? Time and understanding... are my best gifts to offer a potential friend.
Tag Milos: Both... And I had way too many type o's in my last in game, post dang this can be a lot of work
I not sure how to have my character approach the other characters... This has really made me think about my personal lifestyle choices.
Just an example. I added to what the DM gave me with the Halfling and the information on the map of the common room in Realm Works. To create a Halfling famling of five. I hope to make a point and I think it is true. Correct me if I am wrong. What we are writing is a living book created by all of us. So when we as characters write something down and any of us see how to enhance what is written we are free to elaborate as long as we don't metagame. Jerram: Maybe I should start reading the spoilers. :) Thanks I just saw your clarification post. Is it me or is it hard to fallow everything that is happening?
When I Read a book a blanket statement Like: The goodness that is apparent in most of the guests continues to have a healing influence. This sentence in my last post needs to be fleshed out, meaning I need to see specific examples not just tell you that I see them. I was hoping that as a group we could take statements like this as an open invitation for any of us to describe a world worth saving. ie... you could describe an act of kindness that you see or the joy of people dancing, or start a conversation with me that would be healing like Jerram did back when our characters where in the Mandrake Grove.
Jarras calls to his boys Babee and Gimbr if we hurry to the house I have a new bed time story to tell, taking the smallest ones hand. The older boy is watching where his father is stepping and is trying to place his feet in his father's foot steeps. Following them out his wife rides heard with the little girl looing back over the mother's shoulder. The babies eyes are so large it is as if all that is innocent and good in the universe is encompassed by those eyes as she looks right at me. I take my meal with my back against the wall watching the flow of life in the room. The goodness that is apparent in most of the guests continues to have a healing influence. My desire to be of use in the world continues to grow stronger. Finishing my meal I call for a bath to be made ready. Heat from the water seeps into my bones... awaking as the attendant adds boiling water to my now temped bath I wash quickly and put on a robe having had sent my cloths to be laundered. I pick up my war hammer and head to the small room I had my pack stowed in. My cloths are hanging off the curtain rod to the side of the window drying I slip into my damp small clothes... I awake with the sun light peeking into my room laying there on the bed I can remember getting into, man I must have been existed last night.
Well Jerras, I was just about to approach marry and see what she might have for me seeing that message has draconic in it that I believe I understand. But if you will forward a meal to fill a starving man up I would love to give you a hand.
I start noticing others in the room looking around I begin to see them as beings capable of great good. My mind begins to clear sorrow, hate and bitterness seeps from my body. I begin to see the goodness in Jerram's kindness toward me. I see how Shadara truly cares about him. Then there is the "big boy" I think they call him Mang Fu Ha Saan as solid as the mountain in purpose with his majestic friend perched there beside him towering above him. I realize that the power of hatred has clouded my understanding these past days. I see Milos as he interacts with what must be little more than cattle to him. Even there in that deaths head face is a just intent. I see in these the companionship "the Cat I never got to ride" spoke of and I know my new purpose. I will watch and see their needs and shape myself to fulfill those needs.I drain another water skin.
After looking at the board I glance around and notice the Halfling family. The kindness in the fathers face and tenderness in how the mother cares for her children captivate me and I lose myself in watching there familial interactions.
Scanning the board I find:
The Linder Lost: I give the she elf my most insolent smile. I really don't want to work that hard to be understood! Taking a long good look at the bird I nod to its owner and walk over to the job listings. To see if I can make some money. I am going to need some grub today I better find some way to earn it.
I notice an amazing bird sitting on the arm of a good sized fellow. My love of animals compels me to try to introduce myself. As I approach the pair they seem to be on edge. I look around trying to see what has them all pissing fire. I don't notice anything but I can see that they think there is a reason to check your spurs and garb a weapon. I keep my distance relax my body in a state of readiness keeping my hands away from my weapons then call out to them. Hey big boy with the bird, You two look like you have a pack of wolves comin down on you. Are you ok?
Feats and Skills:
Severely Wounded:
I will cling to Buck and trust that he will carry me to safety. War Hammer:
Throwing Axes:
Why When and How I will fight:
If I perceive that there is an injustice on the apart of an aggressor I will use the motion of pulling my war hammer to flow directly into an attack using the weight and momentum of the hammer to its full advantage wasting no time or energy. I will give no quarter because the only fight that is left in me is the one to survive. You put my life or the life of innocents in danger and I will end you or die trying. Lightly Wounded:
I will whistle for my horse. Moderately Wounded:
I will think of the most cutting insult that I can scream at my enemies trying to taunt them into following me as I mount or run to find Buck all the while hurling my throwing axes at them. I will get you the rest latter today.... sorry again for such a slow responce
Thank you every one for covering for me I will try to be more prompted. I am reading the Robert Jordan Books and I wanted the description of the gate guards and of how the streets were lade out and what the people where wearing. I wanted to feel the place around me as I moved from the Mangroves toward the city to watch the landscape change as we moved along our path. Then when we reached the Gate I was hoping to get introduced to some of the people to understand the flavor of those around me. In short I was waiting on see the world through the eyes of Seth. As it is.....
Headed to the city:
In the mangroves: I don't have enough money to buy feed for my horse in the city... I will have to find work or come back out just to feed Buck. I grab my gear and throw the pack saddle on Buck chinch it down and refit the bridle for his head. Check my throwing axes and war hammer, drain a water bottle and grab my pack and I realize that I don't know what's in it... pushing that thought aside I turn to Jerram. We've let half the Morning fade away with talk, lead the way. I pick up my walking stick and notice that I made it form a tamarack tree. ...the best riders I ever put in a fence where made of tamarack... fence posts broke before they did... I better sharpen that ax. You always tell The Truth or the truth as you see it... I mean are you an oracle of somekind or prophet because that would be very gnarly?
In the mangroves:: I don't like getting poked with a stick. And what was so raced up important that you had to wake me in the black of night to tell me? Then you wouldn't quit moving around in the dark so I could get back asleep. It set me off something fierce, so bad it was all I could do not to walk over there and bash your head in while where sleeping. So how in this rotten world do you think that I am going anywhere with you! Never minding all of that I sure as the dimensions of the abyss ain't going to no city.
In the Mangroves: As soon as the cat is gone I feel extremely overwhelmed and exhausted. Arranging my gear I wrap my arms around my pack and fall asleep almost instantly. I awake sometime latter and the monkey man holds what must be the chalk board in front of my face I really couldn't make out what it was let alone read it by starlight. I fall back asleep to the sound of Buck chomping grass.
In the Mangroves: Well mama, I don't know about any arrows, I am a bit disappointed though. I was looking forward to putting a big cat through its paces, then taking it out for a ride... and now to look at you... that might be a bit more difficult that I had anticipated...
In the Mangroves::
While moving around the fire I nudge the chalk board with my foot glancing down at... it dawns on me why my disappearing friend is not answering me... Ok so you act like the fire is a good thing then you hear that cat and now it is not such a good thing. Is that what you would tell me if you could talk? My horse feels like he is on fire... the only friendly monkey person I know has faded into the shadows... There is a Cat out there that sounds big enough to ride... Hmm... I've never rode a cat before this could get interesten. Propping my staff by jamming its base in a cranny between some roots I Move over to Buck's shoulder and undo the cinch dropping the pack saddle on the ground. You are not going to need that and I am going to need this old friend. Turning I reach up and unbuckle his bridle quickly adjusting it to fit a much more rounded head slipping the bit off the bridle I quickly notch a grove around both ends of a piece of firewood about twice the size of my forearm. I insert it into the bridle as a make shift bit. Using buck to track the animals movements we watch the night. Cover me if it catches me off my guard. Buck snorts and tosses his head in reply... With the bridle in one hand, my staff in the other,and my back to the fire it is hard work keeping a smile from splitting my face in two. I hope you like this here clearing old buddy, old pal, because we are going to be here for a while... Here kitty, kitty, kitty, come to papa... Can this animal carry my weight?
I like the spoilers I just forgot to use it this time. Thanks for working with me I am really enjoying this..
Well if that didn't sound like grandma Bessy hollering as she clanged the dinner Iron... Reaching over to scratch behind the horses ears... Buck here doesn't seem to concerned Watching what bucks ears do I adjust my sitting positing allowing myself to keep one eye on the direction he is listing and the other on Jerram's hiding place... The way you are hiding over there tells me either you are a cautious fellow or you know something we referring to the horse with a nod of my head... don't about what made that sound? I grab a rather large fairly straight limb and begin trimming the smaller branches off with a throwing ax and toss them into the fire. I finish sharping what now looks like a tapering weavers beam to a point on the small end and stand leaning heavily on the 8 foot walking stick. Walking around the now much incressed perimeter of the fire light finding nooks and crannies that help stabilize the bottom of the staff. So Jerram Wylder what can you tell me about this here world of yours and the trees you used to live in?
Jerram: Well Mr. Jerram Wylder you are welcome to share the fire... If you need one? Noticing the obvious physical strength in his sinewy arms... Used to live in the trees hey, why not just make you a nest up in one of them? Taking in the deeping shadow of the canopy... Wouldn't that be safer?
Feeling my forehead for the first time. I seem to be a bit short on memory. Looking around the camp and surrounding trees. It appears to me that my forgetter is working rather well as of late... For all the dreams and whatnot that is in my mind... I might as well have been born a bit ago when Buck here licked my face awake. Reaching up and petting the horses shoulder. I heard you coming in before I faded out you move like a fish through water in them trees... Picking up a small log and setting it on the fire. What has you out and about this time of the evening?
Never mind about the that... My name is Seth Conmong. And what might your name be?
A bird with a bright blue beak scratches the ground reminding me of a worm I saw earlier when I was gathering fire wood. Walking over to a log that I had broken limbs from, I dig down into the decaying fibers and find a living neon blue gummy worm. It wriggles between my thumb and forefinger. Turning I notice the bird tracking the worm with its head. I lay down on the ground so as to appear as unthreatening as possible holding the squirming worm toward the bird. In an instant the bird swoops in, pulls the worm from my fingers, flips it in the air and devours the entire worm in one gulp. Shooting straight up into the sky the bird does three loop tee loops and plunges down into a cave or small hallow in the ground. Following the bird I craw into the hallow until I can’t see my hands in front of my face. Off to my left, the faint sound of muffled gurgles and deep breathing catch my attention as I am straining to make out what is sleeping over there a pale light slides into the darkness. Looking through my now back lit fingers I see the slimy light is being squeezed from the birds feathery poop hole. I watch in amazement as the luminescent substance shifts and takes on the shape of a miniature landscape complete with trees, hills, small pools of water but no animals. I see the clearing I made camp in and understand that it is a map of the land the bird has flown over in the last few days. Light in the cave increases as the map grows larger showing more and more of the surrounding area. A change in the breathing brings me face to face with a set of sleepy eyes blinking out of a lighter shadow that looks very much like a bear and her nursing cubs… A very intelligent looking monkey is peering intently up into my face. Jerking back and reaching for a throwing ax… kindness burns so brightly in those eyes that it is etched in the face. Pausing in the very act of reaching for a weapon I notice the sign in its hands, “Do you need Help?” The fire has hardly burned down at all and the light has not completely left the sky. Fear soon leaves me completely so I take the chalk board and write, “Do you have any living gummy worms?”
I awake in mist, using only my eyes I look around afraid to move even so much as my head. Afraid to be seen, afraid to be herd, straining to see or hear or even smell a possible warning of impending danger. Nothing but my eyes move in the mist, no smell, no sound, no swirl in what appears to be an endless void broken only by the fact that I exist... Pain blooms like the lighting of the beacon in a light house. Pain blooms again as I am pulled more completely into a more corporal body. Pain becomes my power to act. Real physical pain of one laying too long in one position on sharp rocks. Grit between my teeth and what feels like a sunburn on my face and hands. I roll over on to more rocks and open my eyes blinking back the blurry... What do I see and understand about the world around me?
Hello, I am Arnie Wayman. I am pleased to be a part of your game. May we have a great adventure. Seth |
