No, unfortunately not heard from Borum in a while. But, we are having a lovely summer with all the rain and mediocre weather.
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Good idea. Hope everything is going alright with everyone :) With the Jubillee & Olympics everything is shiny in Old Blighty.
I find pfsrd.com has some items of use; generally @ our level that rapier is about correct.
Going to a gaming convention, in a couple of hours. I'll probably have no internet, but I'll be back Sunday evening (GMT). Feel free to continue without me.
Marc smiles, a gleam in his eye. Never really one to put too much stock in material things, as the very poor realise the transitory nature of them. Marc slowly dawns on him that these items and companions may achieve some form of glory (or ignomy) with these being the foci or their achievements. He nods to Serena, and looks to the pair; "They are mighty fine weapons you have."
Yep. I'm still here.
Marc looks on as Arjhann produces the hook-ended axe, amazed at the workmanship of the weapon and it's cruel beauty. He smiles as the scaled hero nods at his new weapon rather than the heavy proferred mace; "Certainly that blade is more beautiful; more deadly and in your hands more deadly still I am sure. Is it some sort of ancient ancestral blade." as soon as he says it Marc winces remembering the fighters disconnect from his race. He turns to Serena; "What do you think? Seen any thing like it?" With a look to the woods; "So Bors you're coming with us. We will to your leader and see what happens then. Athel, Arjhann anyone seen steel manacles around? These bandits I am sure will have taken prisoner or slaves." he spits the last word.
"True my dear lady, we have to careful, fleet of foot and sure of purpose. Of course, for someone as graceful as thee..." flowery prose slips from his tongue. He moves over to the cache that Arjhann had cleverly uncovered. His hands moving through the dirt and rubble; he uncovers a dark silken bundle. "A priest accoutrement's?" He says bowing his head in respect whilst still carefully undoing the bundle. "I hope that it was not taken in blood." he looks archly at Bor's. He slowly unwraps the bundle, revealing a glistening chain shirt, heavy mace, wand and bandages. "So the priest must have been, able to use healing magicks for if my eyes don't mistake me this is a healing wand! I saw one used by the seconds in a duel one, mighty powerful. This should help with our wounds, and I am sure the previous owner would have wanted to help people." He holds up the shirt it glimmers in the light, the craftsmanship is superb. "Athel would you like this, it is impressive and our scaled friend wears something of a heavier garb. I already have a similar shirt from Karl Heffens' defeat." With a flick of his wrist, Marc unfurls the silk to reveal a dashing cloak. The sun catches it and it flashes a vivid cerulean, but holds a deep colour. Catching his breath Marc whispers; "That is... stunning" he turns to his fellows flicking it around his shoulders. "So what do you think, it becomes me? Can I? Keep it?" with a little smile and a soft laugh. "At least it will keep the damp out and the heat in." Lifting the heavy and plain mace with a slight grunt, Marc nearly drops it on his foot. He comically hops away; "Whats do I spy here with my eye?" he looks down in the hole at a fine rapier with falcon carved basket hilt.
"It seems there is definitely more to this than meets the eye." his voice carries on worried by this change in the mission. "We need to find out what the 'Black Fox' said to Gregor to change him so. And this letter makes it sound as if another orc band will invade. This time in greater numbers than the past." He shakes his head sorrowfully; "Maybe he isn't the incorrigible rogue and vagabond that he was made out to be. But we must find out." Marc moves over and takes a short-bow from amongst the pile. "At least with these maps we know where we are and have proof of banditry. Do we go onto the camp, we need consensus?"
Marc winces at the bandits words, the thorn of truth skewering him; 'I know we aren't ready for it, but their banditry...' he hides his worry behind a scowl directed at the large man. "Aye, he could take us in a second. So what you worried about." Marc walks gingerly around the crushed tent, then gets to work picking through the ruins; he finds the letter showing it to Serena just as Arjhann shouts. The young man stands nervously and moves towards the Drakon's voice. "Very well, done. Good spot." Marc congratulates him on the discovery. "I think we need to travel light, leave most of the weaponry except that we can use. Take some supplies, most of the portable valuables. We should say some words over Bors less fortunate friends." Marc says grimly. "But Athel, Arjhann read this as well. Politics...." Marc concludes.
Carefully looking around the camp, he notes the carnage and the scale of their actions sets in. Trying to avert his thoughts from that he calls out to the others. "Arjhann, could you make sure Bors is secure and stays there?" with a brief laugh he corrects himself. "Of course you could friend, but will you? Athel, please if you could check around the camp for tracks and trails. Where they might of come from and going. And whilst you are at it, check for pits, where they might have hidden their stolen booty. Just be careful for the dunny pit." he winks and wafts his hand in front of his nose. "Serena, can you detect magic aura's? We should check the tents for their ill gotten gains; especially the mystic items and any plans, orders, maps or other instructions." he asks the wizard. Moving gingerly to the main tent; "We can return the items to their original owners, and need proof of what the bandits are doing." Holding the flap of tent open for Serena, he gives a quick shake of his head. 'What am I doing? Ordering people about, is it just to get in a tent with a pretty girl.' he joking chides himself in his thoughts.
"Aye we need to get away from here soon. Bors' if you take us to Gregors' camp without trying to escape of notifying them of our presence, I promise 2 things: Firstly, that I won't kill or maim you and try to stop my companions from doing so. Secondly, that we will try and talk to him and figure out what is 'The Black Fox'." His voice is serious as he looks at the downed brutal bandit. He turns to the others; "Let us see what is in their camp. Maybe there might be passwords, maps or orders. If he (Bors) takes us to the camp we can get there before any word of our attack. Of course, a bandit would be brave to report of their defeat."
Marc looks at him a grim look upon his face; "Would you give your oath, not to carry on your banditry? To turn back from the darkness and help people, like when you were a guardsman? Protecting people who need it, rather than preying on them?" His words are low and grim for although it would hurt him to kill the man, he would to protect the people. "Can we trust your oath?"
:) I do like me some over-blown theatrics occasionally. The leg thing is just keeping it realistic (& in case of becoming an oracle) trying to emulate Sharpe.
Looking to the mountain man, as he binds the seeping wound in his thigh, Marc nods his thanks despite his visage being grim pondering the future. Finally he stands and leaning upon a tree to take his weight; "Now we are faced with a choice; now is the time we see what we are made of. If we return the couple of days to the town and try to collect our thoughts trying to avoid the Imperial politics. Or we can venture on into the bandits camp, flitting through the forest like shadows. There we will find out the truth... the truth of The Black Fox. Though it will involve us in the politics of Maraz, we act not out of concern for that but the innocent people who will be injured and die as this Army of Bandits fall upon the capital. Do we act for ourselves or selflessly for the truth and good of the people of Hedon." He says in a loud voice, then he sort of deflates grasping at the tree branch o almost hold himself up. A wry self-deprecating smile draws itself upon his face. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me. Taking Bors back to town poses a pair of problems; Firstly we give the Fox more time to prepare and he will send out more patrols and barriers to our entry. Secondly the town, they may have bandit spies or they might think we have lost our nerve." Looking to the bandit Bors; "What to do with him? I was always against capital punishment, preferring the servitude to society helping put right what they have caused. Anyway do we take him to the town or punish him here?"
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Actually the more I see it the more it grows on me. She looks ready for a cutting remark, and the hair is nice.
I like it, the number of decent avatar's is always increasing. But that one looks interesting, maybe a bit less happy and slightly more pensive than I imagined Serena. However it works well.
Marc pulls the leather belt tight around his thigh wound and grit's his teeth.
Marc waits for Serena to return to him, he turns his head and asks the Highlander and the Drakenman, "So we let him go? I am starting to smell politics." he spits the word out like a sour venom.
Marc nods at him a grim smile upon his face; 'I hope we have not to kill him.' He moves slowly towards a tree, leaning against the thick fir a twinge of pain shoots up his leg. With each moment as the twinges pass up his leg, Marcs' mood darkens. However, he feels sympathy for the captured man.
"Anyone can die bravely, as I am sure you have seen. It's those that live bravely, who stick to their beliefs and morals. They are the ones that are praised and remembered. So Bors what is it to be live free and strong or die in igmony?" His voice keen pitched to the man's sense of self and pride. Marc shakes his head at Bors' words; "We have been sent by the over-stuffed and over-paid government. Their wishes are simple, mostly the wishes of honest folk - to live unhindred by bandits and cutthroats. Our plans is to find the truth, the land is plagued by the Northern raiders and not the Black Fox gathers forces. The cloaked elves seek him out, why?" he asks, there is slight contempt in his voice for the government, such that Bors could sympathise, but a respect for the rights of the people.
Marc smiles grimly; 'I know the advantage to appearing cruel, even when you have to steel you heart.' A sneer slides across his face, "Kill you, aye, maybe, can you imagine the feeling of a noose around you neck? Constricting your throat until even the last breath burns in your lungs."
"We know about his elven allies, what do they want? Where is he moving? To the Capital? You will tell us... A poor headsman can bungle an execution." he says nastily, despite hating himself for the cruel words.
Marc hobbles back to where the Roc is sat upon the ground, he gently puts his hands on the side of the beast. Xlarion calls out sharply and Marc shushes him which starts another soft song. In harmony with the reasonance of the universe he calls forth the healing energies. A slight tingling sensations develops into a warm glow as the feathered creatures' wounds knit together.
Marc retrieves his rapier, then moves towards the downed and struggling Bors; "None of your lip. We are Marshalls from the town, what are you doing out here for the Black Fox? Speak or we'll have your tongue from your head." Marc snarls uncharacteristically.
Character done, losing the Well-Versed ability was interesting. Took Timely Respite, so someone can get a re-roll to saves. List of potential Items:
A few queries:
Spell Options: what do players think?
I'll check the pfsrd. Marc will be Bard/2; the Oracle of Life (curse:lame) idea would help with healing but it would be too big of a change to take it at this level, if at all. Although it could be interesting.
Marc rubs his face, the tears lost on the back of his soft leather gloves. 'He deserves better than tears.' His voice calm with only a hint of emotion he replies to the Drakenborn; "Don't worry friend. It was my fault that you were put in a position of such danger, we should have stuck together. As (and if) we live we learn." Marc puts his hand out to the man and winces at his strong grip.
****, so Arjhann is on -1 :(
His eyes too wide at the scene of the carnage and his breathing ragged. He falls to both knees in the viscera, his rapier gently falling from his faltering grasp. With a hand he pushes himself to his feet slowly, a gasp elicting from his lips as his wounded leg cannot hold his weight completely. The curses held on his lips, mainly for concern for his compatriots. With a slow movement he looks to the large Roc; "You alright? A noble friend, thank you." Marc's words fall softly from his lips to the once vicious creature and his saviour. He looks to the woods where Athel lies; "You can help him? I see to Axe." the words hopefully carry by magic to the Highlander. A long walk over a short distance; each step sending a shooting pain up his leg and Marc reaches the downed dragonman. He kneels beside him, clearing his throat he starts to sing. The crisp clear lyrics resonating with the woods, drawing the healing powers and spirits from the genus loci and into the brave warrior. ♫ ♪'Not one corner of a foreign field
His voice hoarse, Marc releases the energy into the glorious warrior.
Well, my friend didn't manage to complete the PC creation and her fiance has leave for the next week. And he's coming over for their nuptuals therefore it'll be the 19th before she could offer up a PC for your perusal. Personally I am fine with however we wish to proceed.
No complications just trying to find what we might be useful and therefore acceptable. A real hero doesn't bleed and die for the money but the cause. Of course a bit of gold is always good. ☺
The Hero points is just a suggestion, as I have played a few systems with similar rules. One problem I found is the frequency of usage sometimes, people will hoard whereas others will spend frivelously (sp). What sort of roles do we need, as I am talking to her later? Arcane
I'll talk to my friend, she's a lovely lady and fun. Hopefully we're going to im up a PC. Her primary concept atm is a fighter/ranger. A ranger-type could be interesting and fit in quite well considering where we are; of course I would want her to step on your toes Athel. Yeah, our tactics weren't the greatest, partially I think because it was our first big fight and because of the pbp nature. I agree on not open calls.
Just wondering if maybe Hero Points, could be an idea to try an ofset the dice.
Marc screams in rage and vows to finish off the bandit; "Flee like your friends or suffer the same fate as Karl..." he says as he takes a step forward upon his bad leg it buckles under his weight and he half falls to the ground.
Marc swears lowly as his feint and lunge fails to connect with the bandit.
Enraged by the attak on his feathered companion and the bandit ignoring him Marc snarls; "Chicken, take flight if you have to attack the Roc. You will be my (bird of) prey. You are stuck between a Roc and A Hard Place." His rapier lunges out at the man's exposed neck between the cuirass and his wispy beard.
I know that's for 4th Edition, I will check for PF (especially considering how important it is). The longsword, well, I have weapon focus in rapier and was looking to the final in the dazzling display feat chain, so I don't think so. Although thinking about it, I should be doing some more flashy swashbuckling stuff. Capes/ cloaks and the like :) RE: The extra person , I would be fine with it. I do have a friend who is in California at the moment and I was going to start a pbp just for her; it might be nice if she could join? Although I will have to make sure that she would be reliable enough.
I need new damage dice, of course shouldn't complain I seem to be hitting; but Marc powder-puff's then to death. Well done Arjhann! Stable, yeah. Now to hope ,y Cure's are enough to actually get you back to consciousness - if we live...
Marc flicks a quick grimace as her moves into high guard, the rapier held above his head ready to strike down upon his foes; "Watch out for my dazzling display." The sunlight just pierces the clouds and catches the blade reflecting upon the face of the bandit the bird didn't attack. The instants hesitation and he flicks his blade into the cheek of the other bandit, used to how his hero stuck Marc doesn't put his full force into the blows and instead relies upon finesse. "Aye, eye, it's time to face the music for your crimes. Bors will do and unless you wish to be tied from a tree by you neck like him flee or surrender." Marc quips as he dances away with a shuffle step preparing to flick the next attack away. 'Damn it, fools. Arjhann is laying bleeding... I have not time to deal with you - although this display is quite impressive.'
Fury boils through his veins as he realises that his friend has fallen, he must succeed else both will be lost. Barely registering the painful thrust of the bandit Marc pushes his attack, slashing at the face of the bandit that sliced his leg. As he lunges his leg buckles slightly and he takes a step back.
Marc whispers a whilst pointing with a flourish in Arjhann's direction. "Friend are you alright?" He turns his blade upon the triumverate of bandits rushing towards him, hoping that his display will break their morale.
Marc slashes out at the bandit as he attempts to flee, his blade describing a beautiful arc of death. As the man flees Marc flourishes his rapier with Serena backing him up the picture of Marc is a horrific vista of potential death and destruction.
+1 to hit & damage when you can see Marc 'performing' his dance. Whoops meant to be 'Inspire Courage' - damned SWd20
Initiative Athel Loran
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