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As I mentioned, I've DM'd the DM but have not heard back from him yet. In the note, I offered to take over the DMing responsibilities if he's no longer able to. Would that be something that people are interested in? Also, does anyone know if we were following the plot of a published adventure?
Just checking in. Are all the players still around? I've DM'd the DM but haven't heard back as of yet. Anyone know what happened?
1-2 days seems to have turned into two weeks. You still there, DM?
"By the love of all things arrggghhh!" Herrick screams as he whips his sword from its sheathe and swings it desperately at the blackness. ,
Herrick winces as the acrid smoke burns his eyes and nostrils, but he has been in harrowing circumstances before. Not knowing how best to aid Jak, he turns the lad on his side so that he can hopefully breath more easily and tried to clear the black substance from his mouth and nose.
"A man's life is worth more than a few coins. We will pay whatever is required." Herrick seems particularly annoyed that the man is haggling with them at a time like this, especially after all they have gone through to bring him all the way here.
Totally. Just want to be carried around. Like Bernie Bernie was dead, Jak, he had not more "wants". :)
Herrick gives a quick rendition of what has happened to them in the last week, filling in what Gilhaut seems to miss. "It's a serious curse, Mr. Darkness. Can you help our man?"
Herrick yells at the others as he continues moving Jak toward their appointed target. "Keep killing those black things, it seems to help Jak!"
Herrick continues to try and move the unconscious Jak as quickly as possible in the direction they were instructed. Seeing the town guards, he shouts: "Hey guards, help the tiefling kill that thing!"
Apologies for my absence. Our current shared home internment is not great for my psychological well-being, and one way I tend to manifest is to withdraw, which is not fair to all of you. I'll try my best to fight that urge.
"Try to stay calm, boy!" Herrick grumbles as he tries to move the lad with all possible speed.
Herrick ignores his stowed weapons and grabs Jak, flinging him bodily onto the mule's back. Before Gutmark has a chance to run off, he calls out to him. "Where is the Dark? How do we get there?"
Herrick is glad that the impasse with the ferryman has been resolved. Before they board the raft, he takes a bag and creates in improvised hood for the mule. He takes out a few bites of his pemmican and feeds it to the animal as he leads it off of dry land. "Better if the mule doesn't see where we're going. Being on the water might spook him and I don't feel like rescuing both it an Jak from drowing. Speaking of which ..." The soldier then strips off his metal armor and secures it, his shield, and his weapons to the deck before they depart.
Herrick grimaces at the price gouging, but seems to indicate that the group doesn't have much of a choice (unless they want to just kill the ferryman). "What's the Dark?" he says when the man drops the term.
Herrick turns when he hears Jak mumble and points at him. "Hey, someone check on Field and make sure he's not swallowing his tongue or something."
Herrick seems annoyed that they can't seem to find their way through the forest any better, but is glad when they arrive at the ferry. He steps forward sounds the horn to call the ferryman.
Fun fact: DM Aumakua, Nesserin, and I all know each other in real life, and I actually met DM Aumakua in person through these forums. He works about two blocks from me. Small world! Small world indeed!
DM Aumakua, do you know the Glen and Friends Youtube channel? He's one of my favorite cooking-related Youtube channels and he's from Toronto as well.
Thanks to everyone who has shared so far. I find that reaching out to others is very important when many of us are so isolated. I can all get a bit overwhelming.
Just moved my inlaws into a residence this weekend. We weren't done on Sunday, but the province closed the facility not letting in any visitors, so I had to bring stuff of theirs to my garage. Had difficulties getting the keys to the house out to give to the new owners of their house. Wild times. Yikes, that's scary. I'm worried about my elderly parents as well, especially my mom who is on her way back from South America at the moment.
We missed the shopping craziness, so we're down to our last 3 full rolls of toilet paper. Any chance of getting more? I could send you a few rolls (and I'm absolutely serious about that).
Out of a sense of shared community, I'd like to ask some questions if I may. Are you staying at home or still working? How's it going, and where do you live? I'll go first. I live in Oregon and have been home with my son since his school was cancelled. I'm currently unemployed, but my wife is still working. Thankfully it's a very small office so her risk of exposure is low. We've limited out access to others and no longer go to places with large groups of people, but have been taking nice walks on our own or with a friend of my son's. So far so good.
Herrick nods to Gilhaut. "If you must, priest." Despite his gruff demeanor, the taciturn soldier seems happy to have some companionship after the strange encounter with the wolves. When Malthus begins playing, however, his regular personality comes back in droves. "Hey, Beardson, shut your strings. People are trying to sleep."
Herrick is too upset by the latest happenings and volunteers to take the next shift of the watch and let the others sleep.
Herrick turns to Gilhaut. "Now be sensible for once in your life, Gilhaut. This is your life that you're talking about. Why risk it just to make some wolf-wench happy? Who is she and who made her your boss?"
Herrick agrees that traveling to the Ferry to try and find a cure for Jak takes precedent. "We can also just bugger off somewhere else where this lady can't find us. I have no need to be absolved of whatever imaginary wrong she believes we have done. She's not my commander or my lord, so she can just stuff it."
Herrick's eyes grow wide as the wolf transforms into a women, but keeps his stance in front of the squishier party members. He leaves the talking to others but lowers his sword so as not to piss of anyone, especially the wolves.
Herrick grabs his sword and shield as he rushes over to Jak. "Who's watching us, Bub?"
Herrick nods to Jak and helps him off the litter to his feet. "Glad to see you back up and about, lad. Malthus was trying to choke you to dead with his dreadful food while you slept, but we kept you safe."
The older soldier nods at the priest's suggestion. "Carrying him makes sense. I can get on that." Herrick gets up and begins looking for strong branches to make a litter, then asks for some rope to bind them all together.
Hi folks, I'm FINALLY back, sorry for the long delay. I had a combination of a writing deadline, a new house fiasco, and then my wife and I had our car totaled (while we were in it). We're thankfully both fine, but I've been dealing with the insurance stuff, plus trying to find a new car. I could have been more in touch, and I'm sorry for that, but things have calmed down again.
Wow, during my profile stalking, I found that you wrote PFS School of Spirits, Herrick? I loved that scenario, and have run it on the boards right here as PbP. Great fun and nice NPCs - especially the little plant dude. Thanks, Malthus. That's one of the most favorite things I've written, and the little dude is always a lot of fun to play.
Sorry for dropping off the radar for a week, folks. I'm in the middle of finishing work on an unannounced writing project that's due next week, and let's just say that my writing process is less than efficient. I will be back soon, I promise!
Herrick scratches his head as he looks up from sharpening his sword. "Zell Corps? I think that was a mercenary outfit, wasn't it?"
Well, that's not terrible.
Herrick drops into a defensive stance with shield raised high when he hears Gilhaut's call of help. His eyes look at all the exits and barks a short command to the paladin. "Nesserin, head up the rope and see what's going on! You're more spry than I am. I'll stay behind and make sure no one eats the bard."
Herrick carefully lays Malthus against the side of the tunnel and takes out his sword and shield. "I"ll guard the bottom of the pit while the rest of you climb up. I'll tie the bard to the rope and you can pull him up, then I'll climb up myself."
Herrick takes a few moments to collect himself as the fear slowly begins to leave him. Once he has regained his normal laconic composure, he helps Jak destroy the remains of the body, hacking up all the body pieces with his sword until they are in very small pieces. "Lets's get out of here and regroup. I'm worried about Cole and the bard needs some serious help as well."
Wishing everyone a very happy New Year!
Herrick continues hacking at the creature with his sword, fear still coursing through him.
Just a note that I'll be visiting family out-of-town beginning 12/24 until 1/3/20, and my posting speed will therefore slow down. Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas!
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