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Hey everyone! I hope that everyone had a great Christmas and New Years! I just wanted to say that I am (finally!) ready to return!! I would be happy to do a live play on Roll20. It is a great tool and works great.
If everyone is okay with it, I would like to come back and revisit the Paladin. I have a lot of posts to read first so I can get caught up, but would like to come home... If all goes according to plan, I should be caught up by the weekend and ready to rejoin.
Wanted to keep rolling with the scene, just didn't want to slow down everyone else.
Nosa nods at the woman Another time perhaps. He turns and heads back to the group, hoping to find them healed. Eager to get to the delivery.
Be wary my son. Tempation will come at you from all directions and in many forms. Evil is not always so obvious as a ghoul. Nosa looks at the woman, and tries to get a sense for what she is about.
Nosa, uncomfortable in the tent city does not want to enter the tent with the others. I will examine this place for a time he says to Karl and the others. I will return shortly and when you are ready we can finish our job
Same here, Crazy busy last several days I'll get something up tonight
I will take the weapon and deliver it for Corg. You who are ill should find your cures. I can complete the delivery.
I would not even attempt a save. I'd just give in...
Nosa howls in pain at the bite on his leg, but takes advantage of the beast being locked onto his leg and attempts to drive his longsword through its skull.
Trajen, at hearing his masters cry of pain lashes out with two powerful hooves.
I absolutely hate this dice roller!
Nosa, seeing Beckett fell the beast who attacked him focuses on the one in front of him. Horse and master becoming one, Trajen positions himself so that Nosa can swing at the beast.
Nosa wakens quickly when the call goes out. He grabs his armor and has one of the caravan members assist him in donning it. He races to where Trajen is, the great warhorse stamping and throwing his head about, clearly aware of the beasts and desperate to get into the battle. He mounts Trajen. Nosa lays his hand on the great beasts neck and pats him gently, he leans close and whispers [i]Come my friend. The Lady calls us to action[/b] Trajen rears back and Nosa is forced to hold tightly to the reigns or lose the saddle. Nosa draws his sword and points in the direction of the beasts. For the Lady and for our friends
Nosa looks at his friend. The first he had made on this journey and probably the first he had made in his life. His heart aches to see his pain. He reaches out his hand. You know that I stand beside you Beckett Foxglove. You know that I have sworn to you that I will aid you in whatever way I can, and that I will help you see this curse broken, and your name restored. Your fathers path is not your path. Nosa glances at each of the companions in turn, seeing the looks on their faces. Look around you my friend. You are not alone. You are not alone.
So I take a break for a while But the dice roller still hates me Grrrr
Time for discussing our blades later! Ending this foul creatures existence comes first!
Nosa turns and races toward the final beast. Come friends. Let us remove this beast from it's life!
Lol Sorry The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind School ends Electrical work begins No rest for the weary But things have mellowed and I'm going to try and jump back in. Got 40 posts to read and catch up on!
Nosa hearing the sounds, fits his helm on and draws his sword and shield. He closes his eyes, mutters a brief prayer to the Lady, and relies on his senses to try and determine whether whatever is out there is of an evil nature.
He mentioned out of character in his post that we should take max hp.
Nosa watches beckett walk away, knowing him well enough now that he should leave him be. He himself looks off in the distance, wondering what will come to them next.
Nosa dismounts of off Trajen. He nuzzles the great horses muzzle in his hands, already acknowledging the bond between man and beast. Trajen returns the affection, knowing he has found his knight. Nosa pats him gently and watches as he slips off to graze. He then turns and heads over to where his friends are questioning the gnoll. He claps Beckett hard on the shoulder with his usual greeting. So my friend. What did I miss?
I'll be back! Hopefully soon. Things are improving here and my life will be mellowing down shortly. Keep my spot warm please :)
A good plan. I am ready to get back on the road.
Nosa wakes early as is his custom and prays. He thanks the goddess for her guidance and her divine calling. He thanks her for the new friends and comrades he has made in his journey, recalling his fears upon setting off from home, expecting his journey to be a long and solitary one. After his prayers are finished he goes about the business of cleansing and polishing his armor. He carefully takes each piece and polishes it to a high sheen, noting the nicks and scrapes that it has taken and remembering each sword thrust or arrow that tried to pierce it. He remembers well Veras telling him how valuable a good set of armor is and this set has served him well, though he is excited about the prospect of donning the dwarfs fine set that he had bargained for. He gently stores each piece and prepares to retire it from his uses.
Nosa takes a moment to consider the man, wondering his intentions.
My tone is my own as well as my business. If my friend here chooses to disclose it then so be it. He sees the shift in the big mans stance and recognizes the practiced ease in which he addresses those around him. Nosa does not flinch. He stands firm and resolute.
Nosa, uncomfortable with the look of the man strides up to stand beside Karl. He shrivels his nose in disgust at the appearance of Hittlebriar. The ways of the Knights of Ozem was to train to make their bodies strong and fit. Seeing one such as Hittlebriar, with no apparent regard for his own body as a living temple, causes an anger to rise in Nosa. He stands beside Karl, Our business is our own.
Nosa takes hold of the notebook paper the dwarf hands him. Immediately he is struck by the blacksmiths memory and artistry. On the page is a near perfect representation of the sigil of house Shieldarm. Iomedae's sword graces the center on the sigil with a golden eagle aloft on the hilt. The eagle, nearly as resplendent as the sword has wings spread wide as if to shield the world from any evils that may be behind it. Nosa smiles a broad smile. Memories of the first time he bore the family symbol flood back and he is reminded of his calling. it is perfect master dwarf. It seems there is no end to your artistry. The sigil of house Shieldarm shall look magnificent on your armor. And may all who stand in the way of justice look in them both with dread.
And of course I roll a natural 19 on an appraise check...
You never know when help will come to you, or when you will be sent to help. To be one of our order is to be one who puts aside his own self for the sake of helping others. Yet do not be fooled. There are those who will try and take advantage of this and will use it to bend you to their will. Trust in the Lady that you will know the difference. The sound of a familiar name is enough. Nosa recognizes the province of the Lady. He looks to Beckett and to Marsh then back to Corg. Though I cannot speak for my friends, I accept your offer. I will deliver it for you.
When looking at the weapon, Nosa cannot help but be awed by it's magnificence.
Sigh The dice continue to hate me
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Nosa looks ro his allies, hoping to find in their reactions their thoughts on taking on another job.
Nosa attempts to speak, but words cannot come out. He hopes that one day he can live up to the words that Beckett has just spoken of him.
Okay, I'm really getting tired of all the 1's I'm rolling!
Nosa claps Beckett on the shoulder. This may make the difference one day in my life or death. A knight needs to have fine armor. I find that to be worth the time. Our adventures will still be there. Now good dwarf. Your work here is indeed a wonder. How much is this masterwork set?
Your armor is a valuable asset. It must be cared for and mended whenever possible. If properly maintained, it will save your life more times than you will be able to count. It is always something that you should be seeking to improve. Nosa surveys the shop, glancing this way and that at the items the dwarf has displayed. What do you have that would fit a servant of the Lady good dwarf?
Has anyone had the opportunity to try the game Shadows of Brimstone? I picked this absolute gem up about a month ago and it hasn't left my table yet and I don't see it leaving any time soon. This game is the closest thing to an rpg in a box that I have found (and I've been waiting for a long time for a game to fill that niche). There have been a lot of games that have covered some parts of the genre well, but this one really covers them all.
I will go wherever the group chooses, and wherever the Lady leads. While any of you were out, did you happen to notice a blacksmith or armory? I would like to see about upgrading my armor. The road ahead will be full of danger and I want to be prepared.
Nosa continues to press the attack
With another enemy down, Nosa focus' his attention on Herkel and strides across the room to engage him.
Hearing the sounds of weapons being drawn, Nosa wants to end the foe before him quickly before his other enemies can gain any advantage.
Not wanting to become a human pin cushion, Nosa, shield held high in front of him charges at the crossbowman to Herkel's right.
Nosa howls in rage when he hears his friends cry of pain and attempts, once again, to end the man in front of him so that he may aid Beckett.
With his enemy defeated, he turns and races toward his next foe.
aaaandd the curse of the 1's returns :(
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