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So I wanted to apologize for my lack of activity. I've been working lots of 12 hour days and I haven't had a day off in two weeks. I think I'll be able to get things settled down soon, but for now, please bot me as needed. I will try to post as I can.
The big dragonborn frowns at the dark entrance, shaking his head. "We are disadvantaged in darkness. It is better to have light for the inevitable fight than risk having to fight in the dark." Kra'el pulls out a sunrod and lights it, threading it into the strap on his shield arm. "I will follow some distance behind. If there is trouble, come to my light."
Kra'el nods stoically at the healing magic and speaks quietly. "Thank you." As the others are setting up camp, the dragonborn takes some time to meticulously clean the blood from his blade and armor, though his dark armor hides it well enough in the first place. His voice is gentle, almost apologetic. A very uncommon tone for him to take. "This has been a difficult day for us all. Tomorrow will not likely be easier. Get what rest you need. I will watch." He sounds sad, perhaps resigned. The quiet, introspective look he takes on during his watch shows a contrast to the confident resolve that has been more typical of the dragonborn. They kill us and we kill them. Is there good in this? Is it truly necessary?
Do I need to make a roll for this or can we assume Kra'el can run it through easily enough?
Kra'el looks levelly at Ingra and Zalindra and responds in a grim tone. "I am not conflicted. This creature is a danger to us and to others. It will die here." The dragonborn seems more resigned and realistic rather than having any real desire to kill the thing.
Still holding the creature off the ground in one hand, Kra'el wrinkles his nose in distaste. "I believe we have gotten all we need from this... thing. And yes... rest would be valuable." His other hand still holds his bloody blade which shifts ominously.
The big dragonborn scowls at the wound in his leg but otherwise ignores it as he kneels down ominously in front of the goblin. Grabbing the goblins upraised hands in one large fist, Kra'el lifts the creature so its face is level with his. In an angry rumble, his acid-tinged breath flowing heavily over the creature's face, Kra'el speaks. "Бізде бірнеше сұрақ бар. Сіз оларға жауап бересіз. Одан бастаңыз." Goblin:
"We have some questions. You will answer them. Start with hers." The big dragonborn gestures slightly with his head toward Zalindra. Most of the goblin's vision is filled with the big, heavy-breathing maw of an angry black dragonborn.
Kra'el snarls and jabs his sword through thr offending goblin.
Kra'el's AC is 20. A 17 should not confirm a crit.
Krael moves up beside Ingra and swings his longsword at the goblin.
The dragonborn takes another swing at the red goblin.
With a snarl, the dragonborn continues swinging, though he's clearly unused to fighting from horseback. Kra'el dismounts the horse and pushes it behind him, shield up.
Krael scowls at the goblin attacking his horse and takes a swing, missing again.
Kra'el quickly drops the sunrod in the grass, where its light won't be obstructed by his battle movements and guides his horse right up to the hobgoblin, drawing his sword on the way. His swing goes wide.
Despite his darkvision, the darkness is a definite advantage for the goblins. Krael reaches back to his pack and pulls out a golden-tipped rod and strikes it on his armor. The thing glows swiftly and brightly, clearly illuminating the area.
The dragonborn takes his position at the head of the group, solemn determination on his face. Whether we succeed or not, this is the beginning of something bigger. Nothing will be the same.
"Even with night-vision, they will hear us before we see them. We should be ready for ambush. We should find the trail using the light. I will take the lead once we have it." With that, the big dragonborn astride his powerful mount moves across the bridge.
The magic of description: The dwarf mutters angrily in her native tongue:
Spoiler: "Why are spoilers so danged confusing?"
You can put spoilers inside other spoilers as long as they aren't labeled. Only the top spoiler can have a label.
The Hunt for Sertanian: Astride the large horse provided, Kra'el manages to look somehow more imposing in his shining armor. With stoic determination, the dragonborn looks out into the distance away from the city. With the barest of movements, he flicks his eyes toward Dayana, missing her subtle teasing entirely. "Either we will die or we will not. It will not matter who you blame."
I'm good to move the scene toward getting the others and getting on the trail. Been a bit busy but I can get a post in tomorrow sometime.
The Hunt: The dragonborn nods to the Lord Warden and his anger fades, but his intensity does not. With quiet purpose, Kra'el steps over to Jathal and Aelion "If you can find the trail, we should go tonight. Can you?" The trust he is showing for the pair of relative strangers is surprising, even to the dragonborn, but if the Red Hand is truly returned, there is no time to lose.
Man, I love this character. XD Hopefully he doesn't get us kicked out of town or something.
The Hunt: Kra'el's eyes smolder dangerously back at the Lord, his response a quiet storm. "I'll not argue with you regarding Zalindra. She is too close to this to act rationally, friendship or not." The dragonborn scans the rest of the council present with a seething anger. The quiet calm of his voice belies the angry storm beneath. "Surely you have plans in place for wartime. It hasn't been so long since Brindol was under siege. If you have to vote to make a decision, you will lose... and your people... will... die."
With narrowed eyes, Kra'el steps up to the Lord Warden and speaks loudly enough for all to hear. "Send "freelancers" or send the Golden Lions. But do nothing and you fail your people."
Well she wasn't there when I walked up lol
lol when did Dayana show up?
The Hunt for Sertanian: The big dragonborn stomps up to the arguing council and manages not to scowl at the tiefling Lady too bad, interrupting their conversation boldly, his voice like an angry storm. "I have fought numerous goblins and an ogre. The creatures claim the Red Hand is back. They have kidnapped Sertanian and stolen several relics. They fled by boat. What are YOU doing about this?" His piercing gaze smolders toward Eshan and Ariane, mostly. Kra'el's disenchantment with the council and its practices is clearly driving him here. Whether he's projecting his own failure onto them as well, it's possible.
I forgot about the bridge. Kra'el will go there.
The Hunt: With a sad, rumbling sigh, almost like a groan, the dragonborn stands from his prayer, a look of frustration on his face. With a shake of his head, Kra'el steps over to the others and examines the situation on the pier. "We were too late. We will have to see what the morning brings. In the daylight, we may find more evidence. Let us secure the city and find some rest. I intend to continue with the dawn."
Do we imagine ourselves to be so callous during times of peace? No. Crisis reveals the truth. The dragonborn turns and begins moving back toward the gatehouse where they left the rest, though he pauses for the others to catch up.
That sounds like a painful condition. You should get that looked at.
The funny thing is that if you look at your post history, those posts don't even exist O.o
It seems like it probably at most/all posts that were made within a certain time window yesterday. I'm seeing this across several games.
The Hunt for Sertanian (Kra'el): As the companions are slowed by the loss of the trail, Kra'el watches briefly, peering back and forth between the two elves as they ponder the area. Before long, though, he speaks, his voice the whisper of sliding gravel. "Tell me when you have found the trail." There is no doubt. Only certainty.
The dragonborn draws his longsword and holds it in both hands, point down in front of himself. Kra'el kneels and bows his head to the pommel of the sword. Lord of Justice, grant me the wisdom to find my foes, that I may vanquish them and protect the innocent. Bahamut doesn't care much for words, but the dragonborn would only get in the way of the elves here.
I'm not going to read any spoilers for the other groups so be sure to share your experiences if relevant later! Yeah this game is awesome so far! I'm glad Cecilia came along. I half expected Zalindra to force herself along as well. We'll make it work. Kra'el still has some tricks he can employ if we get into a tough spot.
Yeah, I forgot about them having to slow down to track.
The big dragonborn frowns at Zalindra's reaction, but makes no move toward her. She will be angry until I return with him, perhaps. But it is the right thing. Kra'el pulls the goblin bundle off his belt and drops it on the ground near Din. His voice is the rumble of distant thunder, not urgent or close, but certain. "I protect myself, though Bahamut is with me. Which one of us took wounds this day? It is understandable that you are afraid to find more goblins." Without waiting for a response, the dragonborn moves quickly after Aelion, breaking into a sprint to keep up.
Zalindra:
By the end of her little speech, Zalindra is screaming. She then completely loses it and starts sobbing. She walks over to Kra'el. They don't get along in a lot of ways, but they grew up together, and he knows how to get things done. He will at least understand this, she hopes. Kra'el is stern and standoffish at times, but he's not socially inept. When the sobbing young human walks up to him, he wraps her in a big, gentle hug. Her plight, her sadness, her fear is a reflection of the struggle of the people today and while there's a time for stern and uncompromising, this is not it. Kra'el has a moment for comfort now, while the dwarf gives her speech. Stern and uncompromising would be for the goblins later... She is terrified of losing her grandfather. I fear what losing those relics will mean for the people. And he may be the only one who knows what is really going on here. We cannot wait until morning. He may be dead by then. His voice is a like the whisper of a cold breeze. "Ingra is right. We must continue, this night. Zal, I will find him." The dragonborn pushes back from Zalindra and raises his voice slightly. "They kidnapped him for a reason. He is still alive. We will bring him back." If her grandfather is dead, she would be worse for getting her hopes up here, but hope is all they have. He would keep them strong.
The big dragonborn scowls at the guards but doesn't respond as he turns to the elves. "Can you follow the trail further?" No time to waste. Kra'el can't yet admit to himself that they are probably too late.
As the companions traverse the trail along the wall, Kra'el has time to organize his thoughts while the elves pick out their path. This attack was clearly carefully organized and executed. Is the Red Hand truly returned? Bahamut grant me strength, for I do not think I could have been ready for this. But I will fight to oppose the goblins and whoever leads them. I have found surprising allies who have stood together despite the challenges facing us all. Perhaps this is as ready as I could have been. In some ways, for their presence, I am more ready than I thought. There is no time to waste. His confidence somewhat returned, Kra'el takes on an expression of grim determination mixed with raw, unbridled anger. ---- The dragonborn emerges from the darkness like a towering shadow. His voice like cracking thunder, Kra'el ignores the question. "The goblins took a hostage and several relics this way. Tell me what you have seen!" The dragonborn's anger seethes from his eyes and maw both as he towers over the soldiers, ignoring the threat from their polearms.
Kra'el nods at the elf's wisdom and moves to follow quickly. "Go," is all he has to say.
I'm struggling to figure out what Kra'el does here. He feels a deep responsibility to the people. I don't know if he could bear standing at the gate while others go out into danger.
Kra'el follows the elves wordlessly, trusting in their long-lived experience where his had failed. Nothing makes sense about the situation and in many ways, the dragonborn is lost. He would lead later. For now, he needs to learn. He needs to figure out how this could happen and why.
Kra'el frowns at discovering the dead guards. While the others continue to search for tracks, he takes a moment to stoically lay the guards on their backs and close their eyes. No time to bury them yet, but he would be back. He didn't know them well, but they had been contributing to the safety of the people and even Kra'el hadn't been prepared for what happened.
Kra'el steps outside with the others and looks across the town with a frown. "We may be too late." It's not really said with any resignation or sadness. Just calm possibility. The dragonborn follows that up by joining the others in their search for a trail.
"It stands to reason that the relics and Sertanian went to the same place. We should not waste time. Perhaps they are still in the town." While the dragonborn's voice has gained in volume, it comes out as a sad rumble. His typical confidence is dimmed.
Is there anything a local would automatically know about the relics? Cecilia probably knows a lot more than Kra'el here.
Falling behind the young human, Kra'el stomps as quickly as he can behind her, finding the discouraging scene. His voice is quiet, like a low breeze. "They were here for the relics... why?" With a frown and a deep breath, he glances around for the elves while Zalindra conducts her panicked search. Whatever she finds, it is done, one way or another. It's too quiet. Rushing isn't likely to change anything. "Aelion, Jathal, is it possible to track the wielder of that sword?" The dragonborn points at the derelict shortsword.
Kra'el is not as ready as he has been preparing to be. Not by half. His calm and callous demeanor starts to show cracks as he surveys the scene across the town, especially when they reach the Hall of Great Valor. His gait takes on a desperate urgency and the grim set of his jaw speaks volumes. Even his silence says something. He should have been ready. He is clearly not. Bahamut, I have failed. No time for preparation or planning, the big dragonborn bursts through the front door shoulder first, not bothering to pause and open it.
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