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Trying not to be completely surrounded by these horrid beasts, Gavin gives up his advantageous position against the creature heat beef been fighting by shifting slightly to the side.
Gavin shrieks slightly, "Okay, so I could REALLY use some help!!!" Trusting in his luck... and his cold iron mace, he swings at the creature he has already struck twice.
Reeling in pain from the demon's attack, Gavin draws back his mace once and again and swings at the horrid beast.
Gavin's smile at the feel of impact turns to a look of horror as the worm maw opens before him, "Guys, I don't think it liked that! A little help perhaps?"
Gavin casts half an eye back toward Kleth. "Cold iron you say?!" Switching his short sword to his offhand, he draws his mace. While rarely used, it seems the perfect item for this occasion.
Closing in carefully, Gavin circles around the creature fighting Oryx, allowing an advantageous approach against the foe. Trusting in his innate luck, Gavin lounges forward with a slash of his blade.
Cursing that the divine blessings have found no hold on the body of Malachi, Gavin jumps to his feet and rushes off to join battle alongside his comrades. Drawing his blades, he lets out a cry for blood!
Gavin dives down toward the paladin's side, his eyes wide with shock. "Damnit man, I know I gave you hell for being an uptight, stodgy nuisance, but that doesn't mean you get to go and die on us!" Gavin grabs for his wand, and trusting in whatever god may have blessed it with power, unleashes its holy might, hoping that it might just save their noble friend.
Gavin had been busy drowning the pain of his wounds in a rather large pint of ale when they were asked about their encounters with hobgoblins, and so he had given the wagon master's question little consideration. He was just starting to approach that point where the ale dulls the sharp ache when the horrid scream pierced the night air. Jumping to his feet, he darted for the door, ready for whatever horror the night sky might present...
As the caravan comes to a stop, Gavin slowly climbs down from the seat he had taken on the back of the rear wagon, his pony tied on to trail behind. He walked with a definite limp and gingerly tested him recovering leg. "Aye, a watch makes sense. Given there are six of us, I would think three watches of two people each. Agreed?"
Pulling a spare piece of cloth from his pack, Gavin ties it tightly around the hard wound in his leg. Even with his allies healing effects, Gavin can barely walk and hobbles back to the wagon. He graciously reaches out for one of the Curative potions. "Much obliged sir, seems I've earned my keep with a bit of blood. And yes, their arms, while not of great quality, should still fetch a few crowns."
As the potion slips down his throat, Gavin feels it's restorative blessing pulse through his body. "nectar of the Gods, that was a potent mix. I'll still be sore tomorrow, but Brandaboris be blessed, I'll be no worse for wear."
Gavin screams in pain as the hobgoblin's vicious attack nearly cuts his leg in half. Summoning whatever strength he has left, Gavin stabs back with his small blade
Gavin's face goes a little pale as the mighty paladin falls beneath the hobgoblin's blade. Luckily, the brutal warrior Menrozzar charges in, and though his attack goes wide, it allows Gavin to shift into a flanking position.
Frustrated by his poor aim, Gavin drops his bow and moves up behind one of the hobgoblin's attacking Malachi, drawing his small blade as he does.
With Gavin's initial target now dead, he turns his aim at one of the two surrounding Malachi.
Unfortunately, with his care to avoid his ally, Gavin aims too far wide and misses his target.
Taking aim again at the hobgoblin on the branch, Gavin let's his luck guide his shot.
Drawing another arrow, Gavin takes aim at the lone hobgoblin still standing in the branches and looses his shot.
Excitedly awaiting the hobgoblins actions so I can kill more greenskins!
As Menrozzar draws his bow, Gavin follows suit. "Might as well say hello. This could get a little interesting." Drawing an arrow, Gavin touches into a bit of the luck that guides him.
Gavin continues to eat an apple as Menrozzar draws the others attention to the would-be assailants. "Oh, just a band of brigands, orcs, cultists, or what have you... Hiding in a tree, intent on waylaying us and taking our goods for themselves. Perhaps we should greet them... with an arrow or two?"
Gavin serves out the roasted rothe sausage, scrambled eggs, and polenta to his companions then quickly splashes some water into the piping hot cast iron skillet. He pulls out an oblong wooden instrument then scrapes the skillet clean before stowing it in his gear. Picking up his plate to eat, he smiles, "Well then, not just a handful of cultists, but likely a whole sect of the Church of the Idiot Madman. Perfect! I would agree, good sir Lem, that our pay might need a little padding. For the moment, everyone eat up, then we can be back to the road!"
Gavin continues working on the meal as he responds to Lem, "Someone has to see to the well-being of you all. I mean, what, had you actually expected to live off simple rations? Umm, no. We Hin are multi-talented, and believe you me, my talents around the hearth fire, while not legendary, are quite capable. Now, Kleth, what are these concerns about the silks? We know some crazed cultists want them, what else need we deduce?" Tasting the intended meal, Gavin notes, "Hmm, needs a hint more salt."
Gavin sighs, "I'd be willing to take the last watch, that way I can get in my rest, then be working on a bit of something to eat when you all awake. Got to keep up the reputation of my people, after all. As for now then, I best get some rest." Gavin bundles up in his blankets, nuzzled against his pony for comfort.
Gavin listens intently the remains silent for a while. Finally, he bursts into a resounding laugh. "oh, this will be good fun! A cult priest, with a personal vendetta against our employers, is hunting us. Well, we did anticipate some entertainment, it simply appears now that it will be a bit more organized... But only a bit.'
Gavin smiles at the man, "Amn, no, my humble journeys have not taken me anywhere so far. The Sea of Fallen Stars has been the setting of my wild and varied adventures. Though I do recall some... merchants... coming into the under markets of Westgate, and indeed, they said everything was available for a price. Specifically, they traded in flesh, though I am sure they have even darker counterparts who trade in the souls of men. We must keep a wary eye amidst the splendor and excitement we encounter." With a smile, he pulls a small baguette and a chunk of gouda from his pack. "Take for a snack, wouldn't you say? Might as well keep ourselves prepared, and a full belly lends to a fast mind!" Despite his carefree behavior, Gavin keeps a look out around the caravan. Our party divided, now would be the perfect time for an ambush... He ponders to himself as he takes a bite of the cheese.
Watching the humans rush to get on the road following their tardy arrival, Gavin chuckles. "Ah, so now we make haste! Well then, to the road we go!" Noting that most of his companions climb into the wagons, Gavin considers lashing his pony to the last wagon and going for a ride, but instead opts to stay mounted on his lass. Will allow me to take a look about if anything comes up... he thinks to himself. Comfortably riding alongside, he begins to hum a little tune to get the voyage going.
Gavin sits calmly atop his pony near the gate with his companions, expectantly awaiting the arrival of you the caravan master and his two guards. Taking a bite out of an apple, he sighs, "It sure does take a human an awful long time to procure a single horse. What is taking them so long?"
Gavin smiles up at the big man. "Menrozzar, we shall see you in but a few moments. Everyone else, shall we be off toward the gates?" Hoisting his pack he asks the barkeep to have his pony retrieved from the stable, preparing for the journey ahead.
Gavin smirks as he shakes his head. "Ah, humans, always so quick to use brute force to accomplish their aims. Perhaps a bit of finesse, and a few well-spoken words would do you well. Though I understand if you are loathe to let a Hin speak for you in such matters. If so, I will happily meet you at the Western Gates." Turning toward the serving girl, "Perhaps one more plate of eggs and bacon before we depart? Don't know when I am going to enjoy such a finely made meal next!"
His first plate of the day securely in his stomach and now well into his second, Gavin pauses at the young man's words. "A few last minute issues? So, our journey begins already plagued by trouble? Perhaps you'd like a hand addressing the matters. After all, you have hired a group of diversely skilled and uniquely capable individuals. It would be a shame to waste such resources..."
"Lem, ah yes, of course!" Gavin shouts as he makes his way down the final steps. The halfling has his pack slung over his shoulder, though he looks a little worse for wear. Approaching the table, he adjusts his garments, as he looks about his friends. "My apologies, good companions. But after you all abandoned me for Selune's restful grasp, I became embroiled in a deep theological discussion with a one-eyed dwarf and a merchant from Mulhorandi. It was truly intriguing, though the last bit I remember was the three of us sharing a swig of the dwarf's gutbuster... Hmm, perhaps not the best choice. But it was amusing. Anyway, where is everyone else?" Flashing a smile to the serving maid passing by, "Pardon me, kind lass, but the long road calls to my legs. Would you be a dear and rustle me up a meal worthy of starting a grand adventure? And a mug of ale, of course."
Gavin smiles before finishing off his tankard of Ale. "Excellent, it would seem we have an accord... And you have caravan guards for your shipment. Now, good sir Silvershield, when would you like to depart?"
Gavin smiles appreciatively as the barmaid carries over the next round of ale. Hoisting his new mug, he turns to their would-be employer. "Much obliged, good sir." Taking a big gulp, Gavin trusts in his innate sense of good fortune as he continues. "While I trust you know who we are, I find us lacking a significant piece of information - you, and your partner's, names. Of course beyond that, given that it is no short distance between here and Tethyr, and either route traveled is known to have many risks, I think perhaps a little fuller rate of pay may be necessary. One hundred and fifty crowns per head, perhaps?"
A heads up to those who have not hopped in yet - the Gameplay thread is live! GAME ON! We have a pretty potent group. Three melee bruisers, two primary casters, and a skill monkey. Oh, and given all the in game talk of food thus far, I propose our first party name: Gavin and the Rumble-Bellies!! j/k
His meal already safely packed away in his stomach, the halfling lifts his mug to his lips and takes a long drink of his ale... that comes up short. Damn, already finished my ale. These can't be proper pints. Looking up at the nobleman, Gavin smiles. "Well, if your planning to offer us work, perhaps you'd be kind enough to start us with a fresh round of ale? After all, we wouldn't want our throats to go dry while we negotiate terms of employment." A big smile across his face, Gavin lifts his empty mug then turns it upside down for effect.
If we are going the way of nostalgia, perhaps the most classic, our characters all answered a call for heroes to deal with the aforementioned rat plague and we simply ended up paired together? As for party name, perhaps something will come to us over time. After all, we are only 2nd level at this point.
I am very excited to be invited into this nostalgic journey into the Realms. My early days of gaming began back in the 2nd edition era. We spent endless hours exploring the dungeon beneath Shadowdale, facing off against the Red Wizards of Thay, and getting caught up in countless escapades in the City of Splendors. The Forgotten Realms shaped my early experiences so definitively that, when I took over as the DM for my group at the dawn of 3rd edition, it was in Faerun that the next decade of gaming would take place. While I enjoy both playing and GMing in Golarion, there will always be something special about the world that Ed Greenwood created. So...! What am I looking for? Heroic adventures, challenging scenarios that require both might and wit, memorable and unique villains, and stalwart companions to share the story with! To Arms!
His Keen eyes easily finding the Orcs, Gavin quietly draws his bow and begin to knock his Arrow when the bumbling cleric lights up his holy symbol and calls out his battle-cry. "Priests, stuff your piety. You ever heard of stealth?"
Gavin comes stumbling out of the inn's kitchen, hastily buttoning up his vest and tossing on his hat as he does. A half-drunk grin stretches across his face as he searches for his companions. When he spots the duo talking to the brothers Dimm, he speaks up. "Ye know, I leave ye lads fer but a moment, an' ye go blatherin' all o'er this lil town, tellin' these gents, who may very well be spies for that half-cocked circus maestro, about our comin's an' goin's. Now, how is that s'pposed to help us?" He shoots an evil eye at the brothers, which is especially amusing given his clearly dissheveled state.
Storms have taken down internet in my area, posting a hi from my cell phone now that 4g is up. Hopefully will have stable internet back soon
whoops I posted as one of my other avatars, Ancient Chronicler is me. Been a little crazy at work opening a new restaurant, but I am still on board.
Keeping a careful eye for any signs of the traveling circus troupe as they hit the Great Trade Road, Gavin cannot help but think that the wizard and his compatriot played out their hand a bit too grandly... too early. Turning to the others, "Don't you think it is strange, a bold, open, yet fake attack that seemed to give away all their plans? Having now created a roar of fear in these parts, people will scatter to the winds, spreading word of the "attack". As mounting fear builds, will others join with this bitter man's cause? Or will the crown react aggressively, clamping down on personal freedoms? We must be ready for a variety of outcomes."
Gavin looks at the others as they saddle up their mounts. After a moment's searching he finds a lonely, shaggy looking pony, that has probably seen use for little more than pulling a supply cart around town. Despite its haggard appearance, Gavin finds in it a kindred spirit, and offering it an apple he rubs its snout before beginning to saddle it up.
Gavin pulls off his hat, runs his fingers through his hair, then puts it back on. "I don't like it, something does not add up. But we need to warn the capital. Okay, Joram, lead on to those horses... and a pony... perhaps?"
As the illusory destruction fades, Gavin takes stock of the distant duo, the departing circus, and the panicked townsfolk. "Before we do anything, we must help Joram calm the hysterical masses. Then, what of it? Is he actually going to burn the royal family, or is he going to play with illusions again? Why come here to make a big false reveal, allowing us the chance to spread word of his potential terror? I feel like we are being played, and us rushing to the capital is exactly what he wants..."
As the man rants and raves, Gavin chuckles a little, "This guy's a raving arse. Let the crowd tear him-" He stops abruptly as the robed man joins the other on the hilltop. When they suddenly launch into the air, Gavin's stomach drops. As the meteors begin crashing into the town, he turns to his new acquaintances, "Get the people away from here! We have to flee!" Gavin runs toward the nearest group of panicking townsfolk and tries to usher them away from both the burning city and the enraged wizard.
Gavin looks over and up to Miles, "You saw it too then? Strange, wasn't it? Did you happen to visit the fortune teller today at all?"
Gavin looks around the crowd and realizes that, despite the many people who have shuffled out to the edge of town, he is once again standing with his companions from the carnival tent. That is... interesting? "WHAT?! Weird Feeling?! Nooooo.... I mean, it's not like any of you had some strange vision... or... received a cryptic fortune.... right?"
Totally enthralled by the excitement of the show and the effects of his wine, Gavin is caught entirely unawares as the light explodes before his eyes and he is mentally drawn into the other realm.... Coming back to his own reality, he looks about the tent, seeing the rest of the patrons still enjoying the grand show.... except those few seated adjacent to him. By all the gods, this has been quite the evening. The fortune, this vision, what next.... As the masked man directs him and several others to meet at the Hare's Shanty after the show, he finds himself willing to comply. But first, he must shuffle outside to see the finale...
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