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Dino-Farran lets out a mighty roar as the deadly energy washes over him. He shakes himself and then steps forward and bites the undead monster.
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Round 1 As a giant reptile now, Farran moves forward and chomps at the demon. Bite:
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Farran takes a step forward and touches the shimmering blade to the ward.
"Well we might as well start with the ward here in the judgement chamber and work our way out?" Farran removes the sword hilt and attempts to, well...make it do ... something? Unsure of how it works, he will attempt to will it's blade into existence. "Ok...we got the sword...now what?"
Farran continues to listen to the judgements and arguments while keeping an eye on the undead. As each of the accused is released, he motions them over to where he stands, keeping the group together in case it comes down to combat.
Farran asks Ewan the Badger to stay outside and listen for his call should he be needed. During this kangaroo-court, Farran stays silent, knowing his public speaking abilities would most likely not help the accused, but he does keep alert to anything going on that might affect the trial outcome.
Farran had been quiet during the trip to this camp. He was very concerned that these creatures were in his forest. The odd sword hilt seems to be much more than just a simple hilt, as well. "Well I suppose we should go and see what's in there. I hope we are in time to save those kids
Good thing Farran can use them
Hearing Allie's question about the tracks, Farren quickly searches the tracks for any sign of the missing people. Survival:
Once the dead are dealt with, Farran goes over to the horses and, speaking softly, gathers them up and checks them for any wounds or other damage.
Farran will carry the artifact if no one else is willing to. With his giant badger watching the woods for any possible ambush, Farran searches the bodies and then examines the tracks. He helps to drag all the dead off to the side of the road, checking each for any sign of the artifacts or anything else which might help them. Survival:
Farran places a hand gently on Allie's shoulder. "It's ok young one. No one is going to harm you here." History: Allie's story also prompts Farran to remember what he has heard of these Knights and their Barrows. "The barrows are the resting place of an order called the Dawnfire Knights, named after their leader’s holy sword. Their leader was a paladin named Alisandra Solina. The Dawnfire Knights were tasked with destroying and capturing sinister magic items left by evil empires such as Narfell, Nardusk, and Netheril. The order was destroyed in a terrible battle with a frost giant death shaman named Vornjolnir. Not long after the fateful battle with the giant, the temple fortress of the Dawnfire Knights known as Bright Crown Citadel was razed. The temple also served as a vault that housed the dangerous items the order couldn’t destroy." Farran glares at the Zhent merchant while relating this information to the others.
Farran and Ewan stand beside the Wood Elven explorer as he speaks to the Zhent.
Farran stops and listens to Corso talk. Before he can say anything, Ed adds in his comment about both of them going to search the tracks. Nodding he says, "Well there you are...not alone after all, not that I would have been anyway!"
Once they return to the rest of the group, Farren explains what they found. "So I guess you have a choice. Keep with this caravan or try and discover where these monsters came from. I will be following the tracks."
Edlethron: "Greetings and well-met. I am Farran. My tribe live in the forests here abouts. We are charged with watching over these trails and helping out anyone in distress. We should maybe head back to the others and tell them what we have discovered...this was no chance encounter!"
Farran joins Edlethron in searching out the tracks of the undead. Survival:
Farran moves forward and fires at the wraith. Attack:
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I will move the attack to R2 if I can...moving to get the best angle on the creature
Farran continues to fire at the Revenant hoping to overcome its ability to heal with many arrows.
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Continuing his rain of arrows, Farran sends three more shafts towards his enemy. Attack:
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Farran swiftly fires at the creature once again. He hopes that if he keeps firing at the creature it will fall! Attack:
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Farran watches the creature before them heal itself. Still experiencing the world moving in slow motion, Farran fires more arrows at the undead creature (R1). Attack:
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After firing his arrows, Farran feels a slight tingle travel throughout his body and suddenly everything around him seems to be moving slowly. He sees his 2 arrows flying towards the enemy, and reaching back draws and fires a third arrow with seeming ease. Attack:
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Taking a moment to murmur a few mystical words over his bow (bonus action-cast Hunter's Mark), Farran aims at the creature which spoke to them, marking him as a special enemy of nature. Attack:
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Farran looks down at the Half-elf and nods. Taking up his bow again, he fires at the same creature. Attack:
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Following the group from the bluff above, Farran sees the caravan and the creatures attacking it. He quickly moves forward with Ewan firing from his longbow at the dark-cloaked figures. Stealth: Attack:
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Farran hears the laughter float across the open fields to where he was hidden. He smiles at the well-dressed man's explanation and looks down at his own worn, but clean clothing. He has been following this group since they crossed the bridge at the Nala River Station. He could not understand why people would pay to cross a river when you could just trave a bit north to the ford and cross there, but there was a lot about 'civilization' he did not understand. Standing close to 8 feet tall and just over 300 pounds, Farran was a typical firbolg. With brown hair, green eyes and large, slightly floppy ears tufted with fur, he resembled most of his kin. The only difference was the wispy beard that he sported. Most of his tribe could not grow facial hair, so this abnormality allowed him to 'show off' his difference to the others and stand out in the tribe. Which was how he got this job of watching the tradeway for any bandits and creatures harassing the merchants. The elves of the Cormanthyr had asked his tribe to take on the mantle of protectors of this stretch of the road and picked him specifically for this honour. He was sure that it was his 'beard' that caught their attention. His daydreaming was brought to an end by a sharp pain on his leg.
Hunkered down beside him was his friend and companion, Ewan, a badger of gigantic proportions. Ewan snuffed and swung his head to and frow as if trying to pass on some information. "Aye, I see them moving along...I was not sleeping ya hairy pig!", Farran says with a smile as he scratches behind the titanic badger's ear. "Ok, let's move an and keep them near at hand then.", he says as he stealthily gets up and follows the travellers onward.
Sorry been busy but will get proper character sheet done tomorrow (day off) and be all ready to go!!
Here is the basics of my character so far. Will update and finish getting equipment if he is accepted as OK. Also here are my rolls for items:
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