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I am leaving the game. Thanks to all and best of luck in the game and on the boards. :) rorek55: Thanks for having me in your game, but I'm cutting back on my extracurricular activities at the moment. Can you please inactive Kenna from the game? :)
With the Easter long weekend and my niece's wedding, my posting will be very scarce. My apologies.
Feel better, Rory. Take care of you.
Kenna watched as the men performed their inspections/examinations upon the items before them. It seemed the lock would not budge beneath Dylan's exertions... There was naught she could do to help as it was not her area of expertise. "Can you try to break the lock?" she asked the men. Looking across to the half-orc, Ragnar, "What about you, big fella? Give it a whack with one of your mighty weapons and see what happens."
At Dylan and Bannock's statements, Kenna's eyes strayed first to the instrument and then onto the trunk beneath it. Kenna moved a little closer to Bannock, but not too close lest the trunk was indeed trapped and he set it off inadvertently. However, she wanted to be of some use, so she asked the priest, "Need any help, Ban?"
Looking back at the captured bandit, she added, "You heard the priest. We need a map, quickly. And don't try to fool us. We have ways of seeing through such schemes. You lie, you die." Her topaz-blue eyes stayed on him, unwaveringly.
Kenna turned her eyes to Bannock once more. "What say you, Ban? Do we have him draw us a map to this base camp and then let him hide and live his life far from here, or, would you kill him now?"
"Peace!" Kenna's eyes looked upon the head near to her and the Mayor. The Half-Orc cleaning took it off ... her style was not one of pure might or brutality, yet she admired a seasoned fighter. The bandits had been given a chance and they had persisted. Their fate was of their own making. "No disrespect, Mayor Rory. We cannot allow them to reinforce, so granting even but one of them their freedom, or, showing mercy, is not the best option." Turning her gem-coloured eyes upon the heaving Bannock, she admired the man's burning passion, but he seemed somewhat touched at present. "Bannock, it would not hurt to keep one alive so we may question him. You can always kill him afterward if he proves unwilling to talk. Your Lady will have her allotment come next battle, to be sure."
"Not if I kill you first, cur!" There was a smile on her face and a promise in her blue-topaz eyes, even though she had been wounded by one of the truer arrows. She loaded a new bolt into her crossbow and aimed and fired at the ranged bandit who had shot and hit her moment's before.
But her pointed banter with the leader had made her careless.
Welcome, Ragnar and Dylan! Will say hi to Charles once he's joined up. :)
So far from the recruitment applicants, I like the travelling merc concept: half-orc expert/barbarian (invulnerable rager/urban rager) who has no name currently and Dylan Tate - Town Drunk - adept/bard
I'm fine with Charles the Ogre joining us.
I'd like to see the interest translated into actual concepts (there seemed to be quite a bit of interest, but only a handful put forward a character concept).
Excellent that your comp's been fixed, rorek55! And okay with the pause for recruiting purposes.
Any other of PCs interested in the GM reopening recruitment?
I would say to re-opening recruitment.
Congrats, Rory. Your son will be born a few days before my bday (if he is on time). :)
Kenna doesn't say a word at the bandit leader's ridiculous effort to scare them into handing over their coin.
Keenly noting the hidden bandit in the brush between the two archers, she loads a bolt into her light crossbow with no preamble and swiftly fires at the hidden man.
Thanks, rorek55. :) I'll update Kenna's sheet.
Rorek55: The light crossbow Kenna had borrowed and used against the attack to Valen, did she have to give it back (to the guard) or is it hers to keep and use?
Upon the Mayor's words, Kenna nodded her head assuredly, with an easy retort, "As you instruct, Mayor Rory. We meetin' back here at Bannock's or by the tavern?" She looked about the room, at the other faces, hoping someone would speak up so she could get on her way. Once she got her answer, Kenna made her way back to the tavern and her room above the establishment to prepare for their trek. She did not have much coin in her pocket, so she would have to be clever when it came to haggling with them city merchants. Luckily for her, she already had thick winter clothes in her possession and she could save her coin for other gear and equipment.
"There's that fancy city I bought my cold gear from last winter. The freedom city by the river? It's a few days trek from town and off the route to the peaks, but they're willing to sell to any folk with coin and there's more stock there than in here in Valen. What say you? It's best we're prepared for whatever comes our way up on them peaks."
Kenna looked out the window where Charles stood. It was mighty strange to be speaking with an Ogre. She heard Bannock add to her point about the cold mountains. "I have apporpraite clothing, but, aye, we will need gear to climb with."
Bannock and Rory, are your friends interested in joining? Just checking in with you guys.
She looked at the tapestry and its notation by the map, Mist Iron Peaks. She heard the mayor mention something about frost giants and a bandit king. "Those peaks would be freezing...If we mean to travel there, we should pack warm clothing and appropriate gear."
If Bannock and Rory have people they would like to bring in, I have no issue with that.
Nope, not boring. I suppose we're just doing a roll call of sorts to see who is still with us, rorek55.
Hey Aetherbert, you still around and wanting to play? :) Old Eral, how about you?
Bannock, we also have the Half-Elf, Aetherbert (Bert) Weathersley.
Kenna was bustling about, serving food and drink to the usual patrons in the tavern. The voice in her dream came unbidden and she wondered who it belonged to and what powerful magic was wrought to send such a message into her thoughts. She heard Bannock and Rory talking outside the double front doors and set down her tray and cleaning cloth and walked out to them. Kenna greeted both men and looked keenly upon Bannock who yesterday seemed overtaken by some malady when he claimed the shield after the battle. His eyes appeared clearer this day. "If we are to put down this dark knight, then count me in. The basterd tried to kill all the townsfolk ... and he will return to finish the job, to be sure!" Kenna turned bright blue-topaz eyes upon Bannock. "If you know more on this, then speak up so we may be better prepared. Perilous quests and dark knights seem to go hand in hand. I just want to know what we will walking into!"
Kenna had returned to the Mayor's side after releasing the townsfolk from the church and listened to his impassioned speech. Mayor Rory was an enthusiastic speaker! Turning her blue topaz gaze upon the ogre named Charles and his declaration to being a wizard, she watched keenly and silently as he opened his book and performed his magic. Her eyes moved about her surrounds, noting that things were being righted as she watched. Still, the tavern lass was not a trusting sort, and she scanned her eyes for anything out of the ordinary or suspicious.
Kenna heard the Mayor give order for the townsfolk hiding in the church to be summoned outside now the threat was over. "I'll go get them, Mayor Rory." With one last look at the seated and wounded ogre, Kenna ran back to the new church door and knocked on the solid wood, calling out to the people inside -- telling them it was safe to leave. Kenna moved away from the front step to give them room to file out. "Don't rush, please. Be careful as you move into the courtyard", the waitress was heard to say as she tried to keep them calm and safe.
Kenna stared at the ogre as he began explaining, her bolt protruding from his chest.
She couldn't figure out if the ogre was attempting to fool them or was being earnest. "You were attacking our town and people. I only shot you with my crossbow to stop you from doing more harm." Kenna only slightly lowered her crossbow as she waited on the Mayor's order. "What say you, Mayor Rory? Lay our arms down and check on the wounded or continue fighting the ogre?" Her blue crystalline eyes remained firm on the talkative ogre.
Still here and ready. Just posted.
Kenna was not entirely sure what had happened, but was pleased by the turn of events for she had felt the life draining from her at the touch of the black dust when the light appeared, resembling a shield. Thank the gods! she mused. Seeing the ogre seemingly distracted and addled, Kenna confidently loaded a new bolt into her crossbow, and, ensuring she had a clear shot, fired at the ogre, even as Mayor Rory attempted to scare it away.
Kenna steps 5 ft to the left to get out from behind Bannock. Now that her line of sight is clear, she takes aim at the ominous rider, and, when he is within 80 ft of her, fires her loaded crossbow at him.
If this table doesn't start, will those who have been accepted and have shown interest be able to join our table, rorek55?
Kenna took a defensive stance by the others nearest to the gate. She wished she had more in way of weapons, but there was no time to go and search for daggers and alike. Addressing the shield wielding Bannock before her, Kenna asked in serious manner, "What strategy will we employ? If the gate is breached, what would you have us do, Bannock? Mayor Bronson?", turning her gaze briefly toward the Mayor standing to the side of her.
I haven't. But I will do so, now. (Addendum: PM sent.)
Rorek55, are you around? The game's been very quiet, so I thought to check in.
Hearing the Mayor's command, Kenna knew her strength lay in fighting at range and so she moved back and stood before the group, a new bolt loaded in her crossbow, ready to defend.
Happy Festive Season to all! :D
With the Mayor's hand on her and his reassuring words, Kenna nodded, a smile lighting her face, her confidence buoyed by Rory Bronson's encouragement.
Kenna loaded a bolt into the borrowed crossbow and looked to find the nearest ghoul. When one was within range (80ft), and with clear view, she attempted to shoot it.
Alas, the sounds and disturbances around her affected Kenna's concentration/aim and the bolt went astray. Kenna's chagrin at missing her target was obvious on her expressive face.
Upon the Captain's request for more men and women to help fight, Kenna rushed forward, with the other volunteers, toward the north palisade. With only a starknife on her (she wished she had more weapons on her this day), and the Captain's instruction on how to proceed with the enemy, Kenna moved carefully to the cache to find a ranged weapon with which to fight with - either crossbow or shortbow (and a quiver of bolts or arrows) - whatever the good Captain had to spare.
@Rone: If the rest of your group don't show up on your table 2 discussion thread, then perhaps rorek55 can combine the three of you that have (you, Niston and Videhsi) with our group?
Being in the centre of the assembly, the cries and bustle of the frightened crowd, as well as the bells, proved just a little too loud for Kenna to hear any other warning. She had, however, heard Mayor Bronson declare the presence of ghouls and give instruction to move into the new church. Using her most assured, steady voice, Kenna called over the screams, "Try to keep calm and watch for each other!" She started ushering people into the church, as best as she could, her eyes moving back to see how the guard were faring against the ghoulish intruders. She wondered what could be done to hold back or defeat the ghouls and she could not think of a single thing. She should have spent more time on book learning or listening to religious sermons and alike.
She stood in the courtyard, as the townsfolk filed into the church, her starknife now in hand, waiting.
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