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While Lodric looked like a harmless rich boy, apparently Venessa looked more like someone who kept people like Lodric safe.
Doing his best to look confident and...dangerous? Yes, dangerous, Lodric said
”I can see we are not welcome here. Come, let us go. Nobody stand in our way.”
Lodric went over to Rolen and ordered a glass of wine. As he did so, he attempted to enter into some friendly pleasantries before steering the conversation towards the priests of the living god. Asking questions such as whether they have shown any divine powers, who is in charge of them, and whether they have any local patrons.
Back from training! Still exhausted. Funny thing. In uniform I can walk and run around all day. Come home, and big open sores on the bottom of my feet makes me feel like I can't move at all. I'm sure someone smarter than me can comment on the psychology of that.
Broken glasses sucks. GL! On my end I have national guard annual training. 28 days, will not have phone for about a week, maybe week and a half. Will post as much as I can.
Lodric stayed quiet. He had never even been in a fight before, let alone killed someone. The thought made him feel queasy. And yet Rankev was talking about it as if though even having a doubt was shameful. He looked around at his family and companions and realized that all of them had killed. This wasn't new to any of them. He felt very alone.
”While it doesn’t sit right with me to choose to harm someone, these priests are preying on the people when they should be praying. I will do my part in this.”
Just checking...Lodric is with the group here, right?
Lodric stayed discreetly away from the group. The last thing he wanted was for the priests to notice a large group of strangers gathering together and then investigating them. He leaned against a wall and nonchalantly took out a small book to ‘read.’ In reality he was using his amulet to cast message.
Message Rankev:
Lodric quickly explains what happened with him and the noble. He advises waiting for nightfall to regroup and suggests an inn to meet at With that done he walked away to get a bite to eat. Hoping that Hansyn wouldn’t get in too much trouble.
Cool shirt club:
Lodric flashed a smile, full of confidence and belonging. ”Exactly so! The blood runs thin without power. And what father doesn’t know won’t hurt him, eh? You have any idea of how they choose? It would be good to know before we show. I’m Lodric, by the way. House Uldan.*” * Uldan is a noble house that migrated instead of transitioning.
Sorry to hear about the health problems. I’m here!
Ah, the joys of having a High Int low Wis party :)
All we need is a donkey, explosives and a loaded crossbow. The rest is self explanatory.
”I hate to say it, but you are right. This isn’t a religion, it’s a shakedown. But if we attack them, they will certainly retaliate. They couldn’t scare these people so without enforcers watching.”
Thank you, I’ll strive not to disappoint
Lodric smiled and gave Rankev an exaggerated bow. "Whatever would I do without you?" With whomever would go with him, Lodric walked confidently into the temple and looked around for an acolyte or priest to speak with.
With nobody doing anything, Lodric strode forward. He was dressed like a wealthy merchant. Or the son thereof. His hair was impeccable, of that he was sure. His outfit completely clean, one would never have guessed that he had been on the road. His fingernails? Not a hint of dirt. Just as he liked it. "Come on then. Time to become initiates to a cult. If anyone doesn't want to join, the cue that I need help will be me screaming."
”Sounds good. Uhm...remind me what we are looking for in there again?”
Quietly Lodric went to his room. He didn’t look forward to sleeping. There would be dreams, and if was sometimes hard to tell whether they were real or not. But misgivings aside, rest was needed. He resolved to be a more useful member of the group. Come the morning, of course.
Lodric blinked, slowly. He hadn’t spoken in some time. He had been moving as if though in a daze. Ever since returning from the woods. It felt like so long ago. He had been listening to the voices. They had promised him so much. Even the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. It was 42. It had made complete sense when listening, but now? With Aldelenna talkinf? It was so dream like. Quietly he said, with a soar throat that screamed for water (he hadn’t realized how thirsty he was), ”A good question.”
So would it be too hard to write Lodric back in? Would it be preferable for me to make a new character?
I’m back! Until about October-ish. So ready for an intro. :)
Merry Xmas! Also some news. I am accepting a commission in the US Army Jag Corp. I haven’t been posting much or making too many commitments while I was waiting for the news. While I could rejoin...by October I’d be dropping out again. And I’d feel bad being reintroduced just to disrupt once more without giving advance warning.
I truly am sorry for my absence. I must have done something because I didn’t see any updates on these threads. I thought this campaign another dead one and didn’t think anything of it...I’m really sorry. If you’d have me I would rejoin
Once again, Lodric woke to the realization that he wished that he had not. Seeing a naked Kellid making breakfast was not high on his list of things to see early in the morning. He walked over to the man's pants and used his magic to both dry and clean them. "I thank you for your diligence in preparing breakfast. Let me pay back your kindness with a touch of magic."
What he didn't mention was that his real motivation was to just not have the man's dangly-bits flapping around in the open. It just wasn't proper.
"As always captain, it is a pleasure to see you. It certainly is refreshing for this to happen outside of my father's dusty old study." He smiled as the dwarven captain's tone changed so quickly when in the presence of the fairer sex. A small part of him said that he should keep that in mind when haggling over lumber prices. A larger part of him told that small part to shut it. "I will go now and stow my belongings. I am sure that my companions here are all dying to meet their new captain, so I will leave you all to it."
Lodric nodded. He remembered the dwarf, vaguely. His father had hosted more than a few over the years while doing business. ”It is good to see you again. I will be sure to tell father of your hospitality when I see him next. I trust business is well for you and your clan? Oh, and I have learned something of the magical arts since I saw you last. Basic healing, mending, that sort of thing. If there is anything I can do to help on the ship, please say so.” Pleasantries. He thought to himself. He knew that this would certainly come up when father had to haggle next. He threw in the part about magic mostly because he wanted it brought up to father. If he could show it’s worth, then maybe the old man would change his mind? Or at the very least it would embarrass him, which was a close consolation.
"What would I do? Well...I..." He looked sheepish, talking to Finlogan. The half-elf ranger was quite obviously the larger of the two. Lodric was not strong, nor was he tough. He wasn't even particularly fast. To any who saw the two, it was obvious on which one was the warrior. It was obvious on which one had the most experience. "I would use my magic. I haven't had to do it before, but I can create a bolt of light. I've practiced with it, and it has...quite an effect." He then pulled out his book. It was a small, unassuming thing. "And with my...err...spellbook, here. I can adapt my magic to the task at hand. Be it a fireball, or ice. Though, I'm not very good at using those. The light comes much more naturally to me. But if that does not work, I do have options." Then, with a small smile, he said "But that is only if it was far enough away for me to blast it apart. If it was close to me and trying to kill me? I'd probably just make myself invisible, and then fight it on my own terms. Does that answer suffice? What would...I mean, what have you done? You look like you have had to answer this question for yourself before."
Learning magic is for losers. Just sell your soul to an extraplaner being whose name you can’t pronounce and who tells you to burn things from time to time. It’s SO much easier.
Then she says to all of her traveling companions, old and new, "Come by the Silvers tonight, if you can, we can break bread, and get to know one another a bit better before we set sail on the morrow." Lodric nodded at this. "I would like that." It was the first thing he had said since the group had entered the tower. His mind was still swimming with the information. Just hearing about the masked "god" caused something within him to react with anger. He assumed it was the voice, and the sacrilege that the charlatan propagated. He could feel the calling, demanding that he continue on this path, even though logically he knew that he had every right to return home. "It would indeed be best to know you all as something besides just the Heroes of this town." He said with a smile.
If you could be so kind as to please mark this campaign as complete, I would appreciate it.
I have returned! My apologies for the continued absence. Could the last campaign be marked as complete so it leaves my active campaign tab?
Sorry for posting that in gameplay...meant for it to be here. And thank you!
I have found that I have to go to some national guard mandatory fun in June. From the 3rd to the 23rd I’ll have limited internet connectivity. While I’ll finally learn how to use an m249 light machine gun...it’ll limit my posting. My apologies in advance.
Lodric watched quietly. These weren’t his people, they had made that abundant clear. Still, his job was done. So he politely watched, sipped a drink, and waited to see what would happen.
”A celebration will do the people good.” Lodric said to no one in particular. Perhaps to himself? The air felt off, like something was wrong. He didn’t know quite what it was, but he had a feeling that merriment and joy would not last.
Lodric shifted from foot to foot nervously. This was awkward, to say the least. He couldn’t wait until this was over.
Lodric sighed as he followed behind. Just his luck. His father sends him out to catch a cold in the wilderness, and for what? To listen to other people argue over nothing. He was sure there was a lesson in this somewhere. Was this father trying to teach him humility? No...he remembered his father once remarking that humility was humiliating. Maybe he was trying to scare his son straight? To get him to quietly return to his ledges and numbers, by showing him what his life would be like without guidance? Yes, that was probably it. But at the same time, there was the voice. It was so...insistent. And it felt right. As if though every word it spoke was infused a sense of righteousness that made Lodric want to weep. He just wished that the voice didn't tell him to kill people. He was more than happy when the voice told him that someone was in need of help, such as an injured man needed healing. But...well...that was a problem for another day. He walked behind, lost in his own thoughts.
Lodric walked over, brushed off his pants, and sat down to take a look. ”A very recently minted coin out of Tamran, the capital. Was it front the bandits you mentioned? Between them and the undead? Sounds like you had quite the adventure
”Me? Easy enough. My family works for Vetnar’s Woodcutters guild. I’ve spent many a year learning how to keep proper ledgers. Now that I know some of the mystical art, it was decided that I could test it out by accompanying you heroes back.”
”Like I said Lodric held his hands up you are the chosen and we have been sent to escort you home.”
Seeing the everflame, Lodric let out a sigh of relief. Striding confidently into the camp he let the spell fall off of him like a cloak. ”Salutations! I and my companion Hansyn were sent to escort you back.”
LEAVING KASSEN, TOWARD THE GRAY LAKE Lodric nodded. After a moment's thought, he said "I have a...spell, I suppose. Haven't tried this before, but it might be useful. Hold on a second." From within his jacket he pulled out a small book. No larger than the palm of his hand, it had a black, unmarked cover, and was attached an ordinary looking chain. He opened it up, flipped through the pages, and then nodded to himself. "Here it is. I'll go check it out." Invisibility Cast A few mumbled words later, and Lodric had gone invisible.
LEAVING KASSEN, TOWARD THE GRAY LAKE Lodric was wet, he was cold, and he was feeling completely and utterly lost. His companion tried to strike up conversation, but he was feeling far too miserable. It was almost as if father put him here just to...to show him...what he was missing at home. The realization hit him like an ogre. His father knew it would be like this, and wanted to see Lodric come running home. His nerves steeled, he stood up straighter. ”When the rain ends I can dry our clothes. It seems you are better prepared than I. I’m not used to being out in the wild. I have much to learn from-wait. Do you see that? It looks like there is light in the distance.”
LEAVING KASSEN Lodric smiled at Hansyn. "Yes, I am protected well enough. If needs must." He tried his best to keep a brave face as he walked into the wilderness in a direction he had never gone before. With only a thirteen year old at his side, and the warning of "wolves" ringing in his ears. "How about you? Are you like your brothers as well?"
Devas, Angelic Guides and Pacts: As I see it, his angelic guide and celestial warlock patron are one in the same. He receives whispers and dreams as guidance, and has been lent power. Otherwise, it could get confusing. Too many voices in one's head makes you crazy. ;)
Seven Silvers Lodric happily took the bread and fruit. He had never been that partial to meat. Well, in fairness, as a young child he had been. But ever since hearing the voice it had never tasted quite right. ”Thank you. We will certainly be on the lookout for wolves of any type. I thank you for your hospitality, and will look forward to our return.”
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