Well, sorry to see you go Luc. You had a cool character and it was fun interacting with you and seeing how you worked with everyone.Good luck to you in your new job. Cheers. :)
To the rest of you, that leaves us down a player. As our replacement for Josh hasn't been introduced yet, that leaves us in a bit of a pickle.
It is certainly possible that you get through this encounter with out a fight, but...
So, it has been suggested that someone bot Lucian till we can get someone else to fill his shoes. I'm going to put up a recruitment asking someone to take over his character and change it up a little to suit themselves, but keep the core of his barbarianess and background.
Back to the meantime though...would either Lydia or Phillip like to run Lucian until we get a replacement/possibility of imminent combat is over?
Cool, looks like we've got a plan. I'll have a tactical map up tomorrow, and you guys can tell me what route you want to take, how close you'll all be to eachother and whatnot.
Josh seem excited, absently making low swishes across top of the underbrush. Like he often did, he was already playing out the scene is his head. The light falling on the group just so, and the background music soft yet ominous. He looked out at the scene, and for a moment, it was almost if he made that box with his fingers...you know the one where directors are lining everything up? He put on a half serious look and locked eyes with Lucian.
"Yeah, man. What's the plan? We going Ghost Recon on them? Pincer manuver? Order 66?...wait, no that's if we have someone on the inside. Anyway, you've got the knowhow, right, man? What's the call, how do we do this?"
Josh had just crept from back around from the south, and had a nervous smile on his face.
"Wow. Goblins. You cant see as well from here, but that place is littered with dead birds and rats. Filthy. Don't really see a way to flank them though. Seems pretty straightforward. Though I'm no tactician." he gave a muffled chuckle.
He seemed a bit offput by Adam's apparent ruthlessness, but answered Miya directly;
"Sounds like a plan to me...They mostly seem to have small blades and spears, I think we could probably get a good chunk of them and get away with not too much problem."
Paul flits down to Miya at the mention of her name, hovering inches from the girl's face. She purses her lips and raises a tiny eyebrow.
"Well, I guess I could look. Kinda wanna know myself...have an idea..."
and before finishing her thought, shoots down into the clearing, straight above the pit, and then like a rock, drops straight into it.
Minutes later, she comes back, lighting down on Phillip's shoulder.
"Lotsa junk in there, some shineys, and I didn't go far in, but was snoring...pretty loud. Think there's a big fella in there."
Phillip; at this distance and angle, it's impossible to see inside the pit. Unless you enter the clearing below, you'll only be able to see (at best) about a foot into it.
Here's that rough map I mentioned. Sorry if it's not very clear, I had to use my non-smartphone to take a picture of it, cuz scanner isn't working yet: Map
seems to me like this is the grouping, though not necessarily splitting up: Miya and Lydia are point, with Lucian not to far behind and Adam and Philip in the back, while Josh tries to get a separate point position. Correct me if I'm wrong. I'll draw up and scan a rough map for you guys tomorrow.
Lydia, I'm going to need a stealth roll for you too.
Paul nods heavily, and with much enthusiasm as the group comes to a decision. "Off we go, after the gobbies!" she says with a wide grin.
At first it seems difficult to keep up with the small creature, as she zips away with considerable speed, but before anyone can call out, she is back and fluttering through the air. She leads you into the forest as the sun is just beginning to go down down.
Just a ways further in than Paul was originally found, the forest thickens, the trees almost never further apart than 3 feet or so. The roots coil around the surface, mostly obscuring the dirt ground, and often there are dark thorny bushes as well. The keen eyed (Per:18) see the same slashes in trees every so often, but after a while, even those stop showing up. The innate sounds of the forest also seem to dim, till almost the only sounds are your breath ans a soft chirping of what must be crickets or locusts is the only noise at all.
After about two hours of pushing through, the groups comes to a rather shallow creek, only about 6 inches deep of shockingly clear water. Paul dips in for a moment, shooting out of the water and spinning like a top, fine sprinkles going out in all directions. There are a number of pinkie sized mushrooms that grow just at the edge of the creek, and although Paul tells you "Them's tasty", Adam shakes his head in silent warning.
An hour more, and Paul slows considerably, staying closer to the group.
***Those camping trips tell you that there is only a few hours left of light, probably giving you just enough time to get back before dark.***
It's then that you seem to come to a very thick copse of trees indeed. Several of them grown so close that they wind around each other. Paul gestures excitedly and zips past.
When you climb around this particular group of foliage you see a small valley below, about 100 feet away. Dark twisty vines line both sides of it, and creep almost to the bottom. There is another area about 100 foot radius mostly cleared of the thick vines, and dotted about are several large stones, some man sized, some twice that, but all of them carved into crude depictions of people, all hugging themselves with a pained expression. Dotting the rest of the cleared area are small firepits, each only about a foot wide,thin lines of smoke winding up from them. At first count there seems to be about a dozen goblins scattered about all sleeping heavily. In the very center of the area there is a rock lined pit, deeper than you can see, about 15 feet across.
If you would like further descriptions, by all means ask away.
A few moments later, the light braying of sheep can be heard as Robin leads the animals back into their fenced area. He nods at the group, and pauses only for a moment at the sight of the small female faery.
"I see we have some company. Well, I'll go get a thimble of ale for your guest." He smiles and nods, entering the house. Derrick cocks his head to the side in that knowing way and slumps down in the doorway, a furry footmat.
Paul looks over to Lucian, taking a few skips towards him, leaving the stone for Phillip to take. She stands on his shoe and looks up into his eyes.
"Well, some things aren't sposed to be big, no? Throw the shot, and make something big, that'll sure suprize them gobbies. Whatever you like, throw it at and FOOM! bigger!"
Doing an aerial backflip, she flutters into the sky spiraling up, till she hovers in the center of the group, about seven feet off the ground.
"and Aye, they should still be sleepin', them gobbies. Can't hurt to go have a peek first, but ole Paul is only gonna take you there once."
***
Josh seems to bring himself back a bit, now that things are beginning to be more tactical. He never really had a knack at that sort of thing, but it had always interested him. He had poured over many stories of historical battles, and loved RTS games.
"I can be pretty sneaky too. I could come around from a flanking position and get a look from a different angle. Maybe just circle the area and see what I see."
He seemed to be excited to get into the thick of things, embracing the situation more and more.
Adam merely nodded, sitting hunched by the embers. He scratched at his cheek. "Whatever you guys think is best." Although he put on a smile, his friends knew it was just for show. There was something else on his mind, but he wasn't ready to speak.
Paul cocked her head quixically, almost comically at Phillip's question.
"Not seen sompin' like dat." she said, tapping her finger to her tiny forhead, as dhe tried to recall anthing useful. "I seen one big pool that glows at the base of that there moountain, but you done' wanna go there. SCARY place, that. Got nasty spirits there. Old ones. " and she pointed at a peak that could be seen just beyond the forest.
Turning to Miya, with a smile, pleased,
"In, out,and back again. That's how many times. The shot is just one and poof, though. Throw and let go, then things grow!" she clapped her hands, giggling.
"Miss Faery ... What is your name, by the way?" Miya paused so the small creature could answer her first before continuing.
The small creature paused with an odd look on her face, as if she had never been asked the question before.
"I never. Had never had name before. Not the same as biggins. Would like a name though. You have an extra? I give another shot for it." she said with a smile.
Lucian Harrow wrote:
"They should be mostly asleep, and Miss Faery has a gift that should help us, right?" - he then turns to the beautiful winged creature - "May we know what is the gift you intend to provide in our assistance? It will go a long way in helping us make a decision" - he requests.
She turned to the larger fellow, the grin still on her from a second ago, stronger than ever. She was obviously very excited as she made little skips on the dirt, flicking her wings quickly.
"Yes, strong one. I gaves you shot. It's a good gift. Very...growy." she giggled.
"And you gives me gift. Tis very...ticky." that seemed to make her laugh even more, and she pulled to a stop with a high quick squeak.
She continued skipping around, making tight circles around the legs of the group.
*****
Adam was quiet, but responded to Miya.
"I can make it to town. Don't...worry...about me." he scratched at his neck while looking at the strange bird sitting on the fence. "The...faery. Doesn't seem to be in a rush. We should consider..every. Everything." the last bit trailed of into a low growl.
*****
Josh's attention still seemed to be on the faery, but he threw in his opinion, albeit with less enthusiasm than normal. He was no longer animated, clearly rapt by the current situation. He was considering something, by the look on his face.
"We need all the help we can get."he said softly, as much to himself as anyone else.
"Well miss faery," a nervous smile crept across his lips. He gulped, and began speaking quickly lest he change his mind. "I have an extra name. Never much liked my middle one, so you can have it. How would you like to be called Paul?"
The creature stopped in her tracks. Squeaked, and fly/leapt onto his pantleg, hugging his ankle.
"Paul! Paaaaallll. P p p poaul!" she said the name over and over again.
"I love my name. It's the most beautiful name ever!"
She danced for a while then came to a stillness, composing herself for the group, more serious.
"I was going to give you more shot, but I think...Paul gives big gifts for big things." She grinned. "There's hidey hole I was saving. It can take you to to any place in the realm from there. To a castle... to a river... what you like. It's a good gift. Use when you want too."
She looked around on the ground, passing over several stones until she found a teardropped shaped one. She heft it up, tapping it several times.
"Just make a mark like a passage on a tree and you can pass through to anywhere in the realm." She held up the stone. "Tis a good gift, yes? Paul gives good gifts."
The idea that Phillip had was a sound one, but could the plan be carried out? They had all found each other through just that sort of movie, and whatever talents else they had, they knew most of those movies very very well.
The end of the day was rapidly approaching, and although the group found some comfort in the relative safety and warmth of Robin's small abode, it was becoming more and more apparent how real their situation was.
They had gone through small troubles together but nothing so vast as this.
There was alot indeed to consider.
As the sun began to dip, Robin could be seen on the horizon, a long blade of sourgrass between his teeth.
Just as he began walking down the hill, a dull musical sound could be heard from the opposite direction, slowly rising in volume until it was a chime, distinct, yet still not loud. Zipping out of the sky from overhead was that same faery, pulling herself in a tight arrow as she impacted the ground and float jumped several times till she was at rest at Lydia's feet.
She looked up at the young woman and smiled a large grin, from ear to ear.
"hello."
Almost immediately, she turned on her heel and made her way towards Miya and Lucian, who she seemed to regard as the elders of the group.
"The gobbs are sleepy time now, and my present tick tick ticks." she giggled and sat down on a small rock, pretending to look at something in her hand, and looking to her audience.
"I take you to them?"
Josh seemed stunned by the appearance of the faery, and his mouth dropped slightly,
"Is that a..Wow!"
He sat down and rested the sword across his knees. It was sinking in.
The faery seemed to want the attention, so she stood qucikly, flying over to the fence to get a better vantage of the group.
"I take you later if you like. But best when gobbies sleep. Easier to find. Them can be rilly sneaky ones. Forest good for hiding."
Josh spoke up.
"Maybe we should try to go to town first, see if we can get that trader to work with us. Get some better gear....or at least more...er less... anachronistic. Are we really ready to fight goblins?...an...ogre?"
It has come to my attention that maybe I'm playing a bit to loosely...too sandboxy and giving you too many options. I realize that sometimes too many choices can lead to indecision, and you guys maybe be stuck with what to do next. I'm going to try to be better about that and give you more hooks.
It is a sandbox game, and I want it to be lead by you guys, but I'll throw out more breadcrumbs.
Josh looked back at the others from his standing position. In a mock challenge against a non-existent foe, the thrust the shortsword into the air. He swept it across the air in front of him in a horizontal pattern, then up and down, as if some kind of salute.
"Dragons, huh. Yeah, cool." He had a silly grin on his face, but he could see the concern and uncertainty in the faces of his friends.
"You can count on me guys, till we find a way out of here. But until we do, don't you think we should try to make the best of it. Try to make it enjoyable even?"
He looked over to Philip.
"A brewery. What do you think it's like? Do you think the town is all run down and sullen with dirty people, like in the documentaries?" He looked over to where Robin might be, off in the distance.
"I just wonder how much like the movies it is out there. I mean, here's this whole new place...and what do we have to compare it with? TV shows, movies and stories, man. I mean...wow. We're gonna go fight an Ogre? Just. Wow."
Hello Jessalyn and welcome. I like your character idea, it looks quite well thought out. At first glance, the character looks correct, so I don't think they'll be a need to change it.
As far as I'm concerned, you're in!
I just need to figure a way to work you in.Shouldn't be too hard though.
So I guess, welcome, and do you have any questions?
Robin leans forward on his chair in the doorway as the group comes back from the forest. He smiles and nods.
"Can't say I know any faeries, but I have been here long enough. I'm sure they know I'm here. The poke fun now and again. Rearranging things or teasing old Derrick, but never actually talked to one."
He gets up an stretches.
"Well, I suppose I should take the sheep out for some feed. Been lazing around too much. Thank you again for your help. I don't know if I'll ever be able to thank you properly, put thanks all the same. You're welcome to stay here until that faery comes. I have a few more blankets stuffed under my bed if you'd like to rest. I won't be too long."
and with that, Robin grabs the crook by the door and goes to the fence with Derrick, slowly herding the several sheep he has left out of their enclosure and up the hill to feed.
Robin nods at Phillip with a wide grin as he begins chewing on a long thick green blade of grass. He leans back in his chair and looks up at the midday sky.
"Aye. That they do. Used to be, there was a tavern down there with the prettiest little lass. Golden hair and boy what a chest! She could make the most delicious dark mead. Just a hint of honey in it, not too sweet, and it tasted like.. well. It tasted like summer."
Crossing his arms in front of him, he got a whistful look about him, remembering a time long ago when he was young.
"Never forget her name. Helena. I wonder if she's still down there. I hadn't thought of her in some time. Funny that."
Meanwhile, Neville has hopped even closer to Lydia as she tends the fire.
He caws once and pecks at the top of the fence with his beak. Derrick, now laying at Robin's feet has settled in for a nap, one paw resting on his wet nose.
Miya's sharp eyes guide the small group back to the cabin with no incident. Noone appears to be following them, although the sounds of small creatures can be heard all around. Birds occasionally flap away from their perches and rabbits scurry through a bush to a burrow. Under other circumstances, the place would perhaps be a very nice place to camp. Fresh air and green all around, color and life.
Adam speaks very little on the way back, only now and then slapping his arm or scratching his back and muttering to himself. Normally in a situation such as this, you would expect him to be overtaken with fascination. Noting different insects and animals, flora and fauna, but he seems distracted. His eyes even seem a bit different his features more stressed.
Robin looks back and forth to Phillip and Josh as they ponder their options out loud. He purses his lips in thought and scratches his head.
"Well, they may have a few swords and shields in town, but they'd be owned by the guard, so I'm not so sure they'd give them up. Folk there are kind enough to traders and travelers, but they may be more concerned about their own safety. Couldn't hurt to ask, I suppose."
He pulls the stool from the table to the doorway and sits down to talk with them as they work.
"They have a smith down there too, just starting out, from what I hear. He maybe could be convinced to help if you made it worth his while. Telsayne was his name, I think."
Meanwhile, Neville the crow gets more bold and hops back down onto the fence, eyeing Lydia with it's head cocked to the side. Derrick raises and ear in response, wondering what the bird is up to, but is content to sit beside Robin as the older man scratches behind his ear.
The small creature's eyes widen as Lucian holds out the watch. Buzzing slightly, she darts back and forth from either side of his outstretched hand, then over and under, getting cooing as she does so.
"It's pretty. We hear it tick. It has a pretty tick, and shiny too!" she says clapping her hands.
With no further delay, she swipes the thing from Lucian's grasp before he can rethink the offer
"Deal!" she says excitedly, zipping back up into the tree, and hanging it on a nearby branch.
She looks her new prize over once more before giving and exaggerated nod and a wide grin. Then, zipping about the tree, she gathers what appear to be 3 acorns, and awkwardly flies back to the group.
"As we promised, here is some Shot." and she drops them into Lucian's hand.
Still shying away somewhat from Adam, she flies over to Miya, hovering less than two inches from her face.
"We will take you over to the gobbies when they sleep. They hides good when their eyes is open, but we can find them when they sleep. You stay at the old ones, we'll find you there!"
Then, darting back to the tree, and landing only long enough to grab the watch once more, she darts high and deep into the forest.
Hi there fellow gamers. With a small number of exceptions, there have been few posts on the game, and I'd like to fix that. I know a lot of the blame can be placed on me, as I've been lax myself, both on posting and "pushing" so I'm going to institute some new rules in hopes that we can salvage this and get back on track.
1st is this: If you go more than one day without posting you will be botted/npced. Obviously there will be things that come up, but just let me know and I'll do a (hopefully close) post for you in your character's voice.
2nd: I'm instituting the baseball rule. If you are botted more than 3 times without some warning to the rest of us, you're (unfortunately) out and I'll try to find a replacement.
This could be considered harsh to some, but I think it's maybe the kick in the pants that we need (myself included).
Also, in the interest of keeping the story flowing; there's no need to ask about minutiae. If you think it's reasonable for your character to have something, go ahead and move forward. I will let you know if it's not ok. So be creative, just use your judgement.
I thank you for your continued interest, and hope we can work together to make this game fun.
Lucian, since people still have their phones (even though there's no reception) we can probably assume you still have your watch. Go ahead and play out offering it.
Sorry for taking so long to answer, Josh. I see no reason why you couldn't change your stats. Honestly, I saw your Char as more of dexterous adventury type than a thinker too.
As Lydia and Phillip work on preparing their staves and Josh get himself more amped and familiar with his weapon, the crow "Neville" as Lydia has named it, seems to hang around. Never too far away, it always seems to be looking at Lydia, though strangely enough it has a coyness about it, and quickly "pretends" to be involved with something else should he be looked in the eye.
At the same time, Robin and Derrick move back and forth from the house, the old man talking as you goes through some of his daily chores. He moves to the back of the house, where you later find he has a small garden, growing carrots, onions and herbs of several kinds noone seems to recognize. He tells anyone who will listen about his adventuring days; it seems he was an "expert trapsmith" in his own group, with a keen eye for danger and a quick hand. He tells of a time he went with his group following an underground river, and the eyeless creatures they fought off to retrieve an enchanted key for the daughter of a neighboring lord. He tells the story with equal parts nostalgia, and frustration, the secon]seemingly directed a the archer he traveled with, Faldwell, a "Blue Elf".
The fairy stands up quickly, shaking herself. She nods down at Miya.
With a kick off of the branch, she is in the air, twirling around, wings beating almost too fast to see.
"Goblins? Goblins goblins goblins... nasty ones, them." she says in a singsong voice.
"Goblins been by here, not too long ago, they have. You followin' em, eh?"
She flutters down next to Lucian and Adam, pausing for a moment in front of the latter, and lingers for a moment, cocking her head to the side.
"Hm..."
Then over to Lucian,
"You're a big one," she says with a giggle. "You lookin' for the goblins too?"
Darting back over to Miya,
"I could take you to em...I coooould. But Not For Free." She turns upsidedown mid-air and hovers that way for several seconds.
"Whadda ya got ta trade?"
"Lucian is on to something I think," Adam remarks, rubbing his arm.
About twenty feet or so further into the forest, Lucian does indeed spot another mark, this one a bit lighter and besides that, he also spots what appears to be a dropped waterskin, smaller than he would expect, but perhaps just the right size for one of the goblins.
Looking up, he catches a glimpse of something even more peculiar. At the top of this particular tree, he see what could only be a fairy. No bigger than the palm of his hand, dressed in a leaf pulled about it with a blade of grass, it looks down at him, swinging its feet. It then looks over to the others and waves its hand in an overexcited greeting.
Saplings are easy enough to find, and sticking together, the party finds a small group of the young trees several feet inside the forest.
As they take turns with the borrowed machete, Lydia notices a large black bird above them. It caws once, and cocks its head to the side.
Both Josh and Phillip can feel the hair on the backs of their necks when the creature crows, but Lydia feels no such discomfort.
Back at the cottage, outside where they begin to work the wood in to staves, the bird is seen again circling the area. Finally, it lands on the fence, caws once again, and then is silent.
Apparently hearing the bird outside, Derrick rushes out the door, barking, but as he sees the bird, he stops and simply sits next to Lydia. He licks her hand once, and returns inside to Robin.
"Aye...although I can't say for sure, I'd say he's got about a dozen of em, though he sends em off on all manner of tasks I'd imagine. From what I've heard from their chatter, they're holed up in the ruins of an old temple. Grox himself sleeps away the day in the basement most days, drunk on whatever spirits the little buggers pilfer for him."
he scratches his chin.
"As for traps, don't think them gobs got enough brains in em to make anything more complicated than a snare."
Standing up and stretching, he responds to Phillips question about the axe.
"Fraid the only axe I've got was the one your strong friend over there is holding. For cutting down branches and whatnot, I do use this here sling, though." He points to a rather crude looking and worn machete leaning against the head of his bed.
"You're welcome to borrow it, by all means."
Robin seems puzzled when Miya mentions the binoculars.
"Well, sailors use something similar, though I've heard em call it a spyglass. But no, I don't have one of those. You might find a merchant that deals in that type of thing, but your best bet is in town."
He turns to Lydia.
"As for where you can get good bits of wood, just off in the forest is full of it." He says with a smile. "Every bit of wood I used on this stead came from the lumber I cut down with my own hands, and from that very forest." the last be he said with more than a bit of pride.
"I don't go to far into the woods these days though, on account of them goblins. Not to bad if you catch one of them, but in a group the can get pretty brazen...leastways when it's just an old man and his dog." he sighs.
He catches a bit of Josh's antics trough the open door, and a smile comes over his face, as well as a wistful look. Remembering the days of his own youth, no doubt, when he was more fit for adventures.
As you lift the armor to examine it, you seems much lighter than it should be. Almost like a heavy sweater, rather than the steel it seems to be made of, it seems almost as supple. Examine it further, Miya slides her arm into the sleeve to test it, and finds that rather subtly, the armor extends to cover her arm in full!
Robin nods to the group.
"Aye, those items have served me well in my day. I could tell you a story or two. Heh." He scratches his head absently. "But that's for another time. You folk have a look in your eyes. Like you are born to heroes' work. I was at the game in my youth, so I think I can say with confidence. Whatever you get into...it's bound to be something worth writing down."
As the group talks, Robin finally recalls where he put the key.
Carefully reaching under the stove, he come back with the desired object, and giving a hearty grin to all, unlocks the chest with a loud click.
A coppery smell immediately enters the room, quickly to fade, and within are a number of items. Robin takes them out carefully and places them side by side. First is a shortsword with a wide blade, having the appearance much like a gladius, the handle sports a wooden pommel carved into the likeness of a wolf's head. Secondly, we takes out a hand axe, the blade almost silver, but a thin layer of dust barely hiding the shine. Lastly he pulls out a chain shirt sown over a thin suit of leather armor, and a finely made light crossbow carved of black wood.
"These should help you I think, they're not as much use to me any more," he says holding up his fingers. You can see his knuckles have been broken several times, and although now healed, he shows the telltale signs of arthritis and a slight tremor.
"It'll be nice for them to be of use to someone, rather than sitting under the house for twenty more years." he chuckles.
So no need to retcon: we'll just edit that Josh had seen something on Nova or Discovery Channel about alternate dimensions (which is more like Bardic Knowledge is supposed to work) and move on from there.
separate aside, I hope this all comes out coherently, please ask me to clarify if it doesn't make sense to you.
Robin seems quite surprised by Josh's appearance, and stares, but only for a moment, as if his looks are odd, but not the oddest he's seen. He does seem like a man that has seen some things, as he basically lives out here on his own.
"Well...if you're a friend of these folk, then you're a friend to me as well. Would you like something to eat? I don't think I have any eggs left, but we still have wine and rolls." he says with a warm smile.
Then he turns to the table for a moment to fetch food for the new guest.
Adam looks upon Josh confused for a second, not recognizing his friend at first. He flinches slightly when Josh touches him, and a look of panic starts to come over his face. The healing is even more of a surprise though.
"Is that...? WTF!"
He looks up after the healing and finally recognizes his friend.
"Hey. Y-you look...different." He says more casually, and reaches over to the wine bottle, immediately taking a hard swig and coughing a bit.
Robin hands a roll to Josh and looks to the group again. Seeing Lydia a bit out of it, he gives her a smile.
"I think Derrick likes you." and then back to the whole group, Lucian in particular.
"Although I've never seen a green ogre, I don't think it would be out of place. They are big and strong though, and mostly mean. Grox has an extra helping of mean, I think. He has a camp of sorts somewhere in the forest, tended by his goblin lackeys. I would almost feel sorry for them if it wasn't them that kept coming to take my sheep."
He sighs and takes a seat on the bed, looking to the group.
"Gods, you're a sight. Let me see if I can give you anything else to help." As he crouches down to carefully remove several floorboards, he whistles a little tune. In a space dug out under the floor is a chest.
"Now where did I put that key?"
Josh read only if you make a perception DC 18 or heal DC 15:
When you feel Adams leg and you feel the tight muscles from his sprain begin to relax and the positive energy flows, under his skin, you can almost feel that there is something different about his anatomy. Like there is an extra bone in his leg?
Not waiting for anything in particular, just my own brains. Sorry for that. My moving is finally over, as I have handed off the old keys and am now in the new place, so there should be no more long pauses like that.
I feel kind dumb for catching this so late (still finishing up moving), and I'm not a big fan of retconning but I'm gonna say it anyway if only to open up discussion.
First: even with a natural 20, and a bit of book knowledge, Josh would still be ages away from even coming up with a theory about dimensional travel...at least one that was anywhere near credible.
Secondly, and it's going to seem like I'm picking on Josh, but I don't intend to: science was supposed to be Phillip's thing. Which is not to say that Josh can't be good at science, (indeed, they both have 18 INT now) but I feel that it's a little bit (and probably involuntary) toe stepping
Please, everyone else feel free to comment, that's what this tab is for after all.
Unaware of how much time has passed, you wake to find yourself breathing deep, the freshest air perhaps you ever have. The sun is bright, and it takes several seconds for your eyes to focus, but you see blue skies and mountains in the distance.
Then, quickly, it comes upon you the precariousness of your situation. You quickly right yourself and grab for nearby support, as you find yourself perched on the rather thick branch at least a dozen feet off the ground in a tree!
You seem to be at the very edge of a forest, as you can see just in front of you, 200 or so feet, a shallow valley that further on opens up in to great grassy hills. A cottage/cabin with a fenced area to the side holds several sheep. Smoke rises from the roof in a thin line fading into the clear sky. You can also see what appears to be a smaller shack attached to what you assume is the back of the cabin, shorter than the rest, with no roof.
More curious though, you hear behind you, several muffled voices speaking in a gibberish like language. It fades away as you assume that group moves further into the forest.
As you take in your surroundings, you confirm that the strange refection of yourself is at least partially true, as you look down at your hands and see the new metallic bronze sheen of your skin.
You stomach grumbles, and you suddenly feel as if you haven't eaten in days.
Robin looks puzzled for a moment at Lydia, and leans against the cabinet. He takes off his hat and sets it on a nail sticking out of the wall. His forehead is weathered, and his hair, though long, has receded to the back of his head, giving him what you would call a mullet, though he'd doubtful know the term.
"An ogre, yes. Though I've never heard of this 'Shrek.' It's bad enough having one ogre around, gods forbid there could be another."
He takes a sip of the wine himself, smacking his lips afterwards.
"Ahhh. That's the stuff. Well worth the wait."
He looks back at the group, a friendly smile on his face, but there is also desperation and worry in his eyes. He is putting on a brave face, but clearly this old man is near his wits end.
He seems to think of something,
"Oh! Bread, I'll get you some bread too...I think I still have some rolls..."
and he begins looking through the cabinet.
Sorry Josh, I'm still working over some things on your character in my head. I'll have an introduction for you tomorrow probably. (after we go over it again)
I don't think that any criticism was going on. I do welcome other eyes with regards to stats and such though, as I sometimes miss things that could later be important.
I'm still looking at some tweaks to his backstory.
The old man nods to Phillip as he brings the hot pan to the table and begins portioning out food onto the plates.
"Oh, I suppose about five days travel in either direction by foot. I suspect with no proper lord, though, that'll soon be contested."
Pausing as Miya asks her own question, he scratches his head. Then he chuckles.
"Aye, that would be a strange question. But it makes sense now...your strange clothes, your confusion. You must have been faetouched. Usually they come out of the forest and turn Derrick's fur blue or make the sheep think they're chickens for a few nights, but they must of had a go at your group while you were traveling. "
"Turn your pouches inside out for a day and they'll probably leave you alone."
"And to answer your question, dear, it's the 3rd moon of spring in the year of the Chariot."
He grins and walks over to the cabinet again, and pulls out a tall,dark bottle. Bringing it over to the table he struggles with the stopper for a few moments. When it finally comes free with a POP the rich smell of strong, sweet wine fills the morning air of the cabin.
"Have been saving this for just such an occasion," he says, handing it to the nearest and indicating they should take a swig.
"I know you've done so much for me just be happening this way, but I wonder if I might ask you a favor? I haven't much in the way of wealth, but you seem like capable folk. I have a few things left from my own traveling days if you could drive off that blasted ogre."
@Tsiron: You're clearly a competent writer and that goes a long way. I actually had considered what the rest of the world would think happened to the group and that was almost dead on. No others were affected though, no other casualties.
The other change I'd make is that when he got to the other side, the rune that he saw before he came to the pedestal room would also be what he fished out of his basin.
Lastly, I'd probably throw you in the game with a bit of lost time right after the fainting.
as for crunch, it sounds like you want to be an bard(archaeologist) aasimar?
@Rowan:Miya is right, (and thank you, Miya for the summary of roles) the age difference is something I'd rather not have. As far as concepts go, though, I do like your first one the most.
Hi there gamers, We're looking for a skill monkey to round out our party.
The game is centered on a group a friends (all 18-20 yrs old)in junior college who somehow find themselves transported from the real world to a fantasy one.
We're down one party member, so if you like playing trapfinders, bards or rogues, please submit a character idea.
The characters have just arrived in the fantasy world and are still getting their bearings, so now would be a great time to jump in.
Character should be build thusly:
Build stats at 15 pts (min stat 10), and then I'll bump them some.
1st level "modern" commoner[/b]
Class Skills: - Climb, Perception, Swim,
- choose 1 of Craft/Perform/Profession
- Choose 6 others
(Should end with a total of 10 class skills)
Knowledges should be modernized. Just take a look at the titles of college courses for ideas.
Noone may take UMD (for this level)
Skills points per level: 5+Int mod
Characters can take 2 traits, but they will probably need some fine tuning.
2nd level, heroic class level as normal.
Max hp for those 2 levels.
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