My apologies, Helix.
Meant to get a post in a few time since your check in...but, no excuses.
Hope you'll reconsider...
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Nuriah follows the brine-knight and Reeve over to the scene of murder, exhibiting none of the other wagoner's revulsion of Death. She advances and crouches before the strangled dwarf, "In these lands, travelling alone is almost a Death sentence," she says over her shoulder to Brunhard and the Reeve .
Nuriah drops the burlap bound package she'd been carrying to the ground, then let her own pack drop as well, gasping with the effort to out run the Gnome. Looking back, she winces at the terrible lows of pain and panic from the ox, but smiles as Brunhard makes his way out of the cloud of dust. She plucks her waterskin from her pack, takes a quick drink , then walks and meets the knight-errant half way, offering him the 'skin, "Not quite ready for My Lord's Embrace this day?" she asks , smiling.
Over her shoulder, Nuriah sees Brunhard manage to free the bandit and her heart soars at his bravery in the face of certain Death. But when both fall to the Gnome's savage attack, it takes all she can to not run back to their aid. They were in the Hooded Man's care now, and she muttered a quiet prayer to guide their passage. Then she called out to the others, exhorting them to re-double their efforts to escape the creature with as much supplies as they can...
Glad she was able to get at least one of the wagons and animals moving away from the thrashing gnome, Nuriah grabs her pack from a nearby abandoned wagon and the fills her arms with whatever else she can carry, looking over her shoulder at the brave knight...
Nuriah spits dust out onto the ground, the looks up and sees Brunhard standing and actually advancing on the thrashing 'Gnome. Shaking her head at the man's bravery or idiocy, she gets to her feet, and hustles to a nearby oxen and grabbing its nose ring, begins to haul it away from the monstrosity. "Help me, grab the other wagons!! We'll need them..." she shouts at any passing wagonners
Flat on her back, Nuriah levered herself up onto her elbows,alarm showing on her face at Kostas' warning. Tales from about the campfire sprung into her mind, Nuriah turned on her side in an attempt to rise onto the shaking ground...
But merely eats another mouthful of dusty earth...
Nuriah ticks her axe back and forth a few times to dislodge it from the Bandit's leg, turning her head to smile thanks to Robbet. Then hearing Hummel's choked off scream, hustles over to deal with his attacker...
Nuriah gasps as the Bandit's axe blade scores a fiery line down her shoulder. She fights off her dismay at her own ineffectual attacks as the desert dweller's axe makes another deadly approach, her own axe handle rising to meet it....
Using the momentum from her adversary's blow, Nuriah allows her axe to disengage, then swing around to threaten the brigand...
Nuriah curses when her swing is easily avoided by the brigand, but his menacing visage brings her back to the moment, allowing the momentum of the axe to assist her in bringing it back around, but this time aiming to poke the man in the forehead with the top of her axe-head..
Whatever the result of her stunt, she brings her axe back and attempts to split the man's skull in the same spot...
Nuriah's eyes widen at the ferocity and quickness of the brigand, but she takes her time to steady herself, waiting for the right moment to swing her axe.
So, 3 AP per turn.
Would it be cheesy for Nuriah to do so, knowing that she can't dodge the critical strike?
Nuriah watches the approach of the raiders for some moments, before pressing her back against one of the wagons, waiting for a particularly ambitious brigand to come past, her axe at the ready.
Nuriah smiles at Hummel, nodding, and closes her eyes for a serene moment, "You do well to honor my Lord. He is with us always, but He stands apart." she says gently, so as to soften any dismay the man may feel that he can find no succor from her God; at least while still alive. With efficient movement, Nuriah ties off a bundle that had been close to falling off a nearby wagon, pulls her ax from her belt and with a final adjustment of her tunic, stands ready for the assault.
Nuriah had adjusted to the routines of the caravan easily, having not too long ago ventured into the Wastes on her family's own doomed caravan of hope. She eyed the nearby Wastes with narrowed eyes, realizing she'd not been so close since she took up with Samn. Nodding, she silently thanked her friend for purposefully keeping her from this place for those years; she'd not been ready to face those memories. As the caravan made its way along the trail, she helped where she could, cooking and helping keep the wagons moving. Only once had she needed to fend of unwelcome advances; a guard ,drunk on grass-wine, had pressed his esteem a bit to far. The large knight, Brunhard, and the elf , even the two lawmen, to her surprise, had helped persuade the man of his error. After that , she became more comfortable around her fellow travellers, even going so far as to occasionally broach her focus in life; the exploration of the nature of death. She knew that that subject often made other uncomfortable, so she often kept her musings to herself. Joining the elf and the lawman, Robbet at the campfire, Nuriah poked at the embers with a stick, lost in her own thoughts, before raising her head at Hummel's warning.
Squinting , she can make out the approaching riders, trying to glean some detail as to who they were. "Riders..." she states, running back towards the wagons to help arrange them defensively.
Nuriah will join the caravan to Xanaste a few caravan stops south of the port of Einsburg. It will be a caravanserai at a crossroads, where the caravan trail splits to go south towards Xanaste or east. Having bid farewell to her friend and mentor Samn, Nuriah now found her self travelling alone. The predatory glances and leering stares from some of the caravan merchants and even some of the guards, led her to realize that she's grown quite used to the imposing presence of her friend. Quickly identifying the most brazen of her 'admirers', she identified both Brunhard and the elf Hedir as ones she might stay close to , even going so far as to introduce herself. Nuriah's Iconic Trapping will be a small leather bound notebook. With are the approximate locations of many shrines dedicated to the many faces of the Hooded One. The most recent detail a abundance of locations in and in the environs of Xanaste. Earlier additions refer to many places that have disappeared into the fog of antiquity, their ink faded and indistinct. Whether she'll have the opportunity to discover any of those shrines....only fortune will tell.
Thanks for the selection , Helix.
Updated background, etc !
Super! I'll tweak the background and clear out anything from the last game from the profile.Thnx
The valet...while I had a couple ideas, they just aren't coming together in a way that I like. Helix, would you mind if I brought in this character from the same game Brunhard came from? I'd keep my characteristic rolls from this thread if you wanted...and tweak the background some...
Yeah, this weeks been killer for me as well. Understand the need to prioritize. For those of you still kicking around, been toying with the idea of converting an old 2nd ed Warhammer campaign to Zweihander...just musing but I'd probably let you guys know first if it happens.
Nuriah watches intently as Frye tends to Mugrim's wound, trying to follow what he seems to do instinctively, too quickly. She looks from the tightly bound injury to the man now snoring on the ground with frustration, then turns and help Murgrim get comfortable, before tending the fire, keeping it burning nice and high. When morning comes, she rises and without complaint, assists the doddering old man with his shirt and robes. To any awake at the time, "Well, yesterday was interesting. But, I'm for continuing on, I have a shrine to visit. And a man to deliver."
Easy either way, whatever fits with what you've got planned, GM.
Sorry about that, had a really bad head cold, could barely think let alone type...
Nuriah stumbles a bit, trying to hold up the solid dwarf, relieved when the warrior takes a knee and drinks deep of his elixir. "We need a rest after that...." she says, gazing flatly at the over-stung kobold. Her mouth opens to ask the obvious question, but she just shakes her head and digs out the tea for the old man, tossing it into his lap. She then moves and pulls a old blanket from her rucksack and puts it over Mugrim's shoulders, murmuring, "Come rest by the fire," he murmurs, gently guiding the study dwarf towards the warming flames.
Round 4 Nuriah faint's hears Brunhard's shout, as she scrambles to pull her axe out of the water. For a moment, she watches as the frog she cut in twain slowly sinks into the water, then her head snaps up to see the kobold she attacked slinking away ,but another running towards her...trying to flee. Her axe somes up , streaming water, as she tries to intercept the fleeing kobold with it's blade....
Round 3 Taking a deep breath and keeping her eyes on the kobold, cursing her peripheral vision that keeps the abomination in the pool within her sight, Nuriah charges down the incline,
drawing her ax back behind her right shoulder, clearing her hips as she'd been instructed countless times by Brunhard, the ax whistling through the air towards the kobold's scaly skull.
But, her foot slips on a wet rock and her aim is completely disrupted, the axe head splashing mightily into the water beside the kobold.
Nuriah gives the old man a hard stare ,helping him to tie off the reins, "Now, Uncle, no matter what your hear from over yonder hill, don't be coming over, now. Understood? Good." With that, the girl sprints back up the hill , pausing as she gains the crest....to see the monstrosity emerging from the charnel pool.
"Arawn, preserve us!" she exclaims,before running down towards the pool to help her friends.
Having turned away from the horrible scene, Nuriah gripped the two reins tightly and took a few steps down the hill to safety. Then she stopped...the fear was dissipating as she shook her head at her silliness. They've seen many disturbing things on the road, why was this so different! Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Nuriah could hear the sounds of her comrades taking the action to the cultists. Spying a nearby tree, she trotted the donkey's over and tied them up as tightly as she could, looking sideways at their charge, her shoulders fall in resignation, "I can't leave you alone, can I?"
Yup, I agree
Nuriah scowls as she takes the other donkey's reins from Skeggi, not trusting the doddering scholar to do much with it. She watches the knight and sellsword advance towards the smell of death, then tightening her hold on the two donkeys, moves forward, edging along to the last rise, until she can peek over and see what's going on...
Despite her interest in the varieties of death, the scene over the rise discomfits her greatly, and her knuckles white against the rough leather of the donkey's reins, she pulls the animals back down aways, out of eyesight of the horror over yonder.
Nuriah's nose twitches as the familiar stench of the dead wafts up from the concealed stream. Her first impluse is to surge forward, curious as she always is to look upon the various faces of death. But, the cord in her hand, attached to the donkey, which conveyed their meal-ticket, forstalled her usual reckless foray. She's about to reluctantly agree to return to the old mill, when the scream rends the twilight. "What's that they're saying?" she asks more of herself than the others, then nods to Brunhard's suggestion, holding tighter to the donkey's reins.
On their journey out of town, Nuriah holds onto Gretta the Donkey's reins only, trusting her ability with animals to only encompass the attention of one animal at a time.
"Come along, Gretta....Gretta!! Later, she listens to the old man's rambling , nonsensical answer to her question...
... and merely smiles a smile one gives to the most doddering of the old folk, thinking Oh, I'm sure you'll be in Arawn's embrace soon enough, you old fool Later still, she stands with hands on hips as Brunhard and Murgrim discuss the merits of the place by the stream, taking a good hard look about...
As for the watch allocations, Nuriah shrugs, "That's the one thing he wouldn't dream of....is it, Master Frye?"
Nuriah glances at the number on the signed and offical looking document, but merely shrugs it off as inconsequential. Later, she gathers her meager possessions, making ready for the journey, grabbing a handful of scones, jamming a few into her threadbard pouch. She takes the box from Meg, nodding a smile at the solicitous girl, "Don't worry, I'll hogtie him if I need to." she says, with a warning glance at the surprisingly spry old man. However, she does wait patiently for the scholar to re-mount his donkey, holding the reins as she chats with her friends. Later, she walks the donkey over to where Aurelie and Brunhard discuss the map, leaning in to take a quick look...
... but shrugs, Reingolde's squiggles and childish drawing looking like no proper map she's seen before. Leaving them to it, she looks back at Frye, "Master Frye, tell me what you know of Arawn."
For some reason the old scholar reminds Nuriah of her great uncle Samni, now dead with the rest of her family in the desert. Approaching the old man and the girl chiding him, she says "I'll make sure he get's his tincture." holding her hand out for the recipe and vial. Then, looking down at the man's unshodden feet and scrawny legs, "Is he capable of walking all the way to the Monestary and back? Or do we need to get a donkey?"
Nuriah watches her penny sink into the water of the fountain, then looks about suspiciously, the words she just heard spoken...no one said them. Her eyes a bit wide, she turns away from the fountain, running the words over in her mind, commiting them to memory...you never know. She watches the performance of the old man, with wry smile on her lips, trots to catch up with him and waits for his answer to Brunhard's sensible observation
Nuriah's eyes had narrowed at Murgrim's revelation that he'd seen someone following them. Not a complete surprise, but something to think about. Standing , looking bored, she'd endured the wait for the Captain to show up and take them to find Frye. As they approach the Written Note, she murmurs, "Why is he looking in a musical archive for notes on bees ? " She contemplates the wishing fountain, and after a moment tosses a penny in, sharing a look with her companions as if to say It can't hurt... When the esteemed Frye makes his grumpy appearance, Nuriah turns and waits for his response to Aurelie...
Making herself ready for sleep, Nuriah knelt facing east, where the sun sets. Then, muttering prayers to the God of Death, she ritually drew her dagger and mimed as series of killing blows, a slice of the jugular, a severing of the neck, a disembowelment, etc. Finally, she grew still...one would say still as a corpse, until finally her spiritual ablutions were done, and she rose to slip into her bed and swiftly slip off into sleep. At dawn she rises, limber and fresh, smiling at the new day and her rising companions. She shrugs at the discussion, "Walking's fine with me."
I try to post daily, but as with the others, sometimes I slip. Looking forward to this one! :D
Nuriah winces as the noise from the bards and their fans mix and assault her eardrums. She's relieved when Reingolde guides them back out of the cacophony. As they walk she smiles at how hard it was to get a rise out of Brunhard, looking sideways out of the corner of her eye at her friend. Once seated, she allows her friends to pepper the bar-owner with questions, sipping the fine mead , wondering at the exquisite taste. Finally a lull in the questions allows one of her own, "The Monastery...Will we have access? I for one would seek entrance to pray and commune with St Maisontaal."
"Caterwauling is a compliment.. Nuriah comments, waving her hand in acceptance of both the name and the conditions of incorporation. She does though take a sip of her own thin ale at each toast, for to not do so would serve up insult to those to whom she was now joined to by Bardish legalese, but most importantly through blood and death. Her lips twitch at Brunhard's suggestions, "The 'Camel ? Wouldn't be due to a certain brown-haired serving girl? " she asks teasingly
Nuriah sits close by Brunhard, picking at a crust of bread, bringing little pieces to her mouth from time to time. She was 18-19, with face that might be pretty if she smiled more. Thin, frail-looking, most mothers looking at her thought she needed to eat more. As always, she watched the people come and go , her gaze serious, the grey eyes arresting in their intensity as she wondered how Death would take each of them. As talk returned to matters concerning the Charter, she sighed, that such worldly matters would take her notice away from the ultimate question. "Probably so we're not hung for brigands," she answers Kurdan, "Mercenary fits , Aurelie, or is the closest fit in my opinion." she says, tucking away a stray strand of her reddish-brown hair, "If we want to be able to earn some coin legal we better get this done. " Her words make sense, but the others know she chafes against these strictures to hers and their lives.
Ha, hilarious... no idea why i thought he was a dwarf....like I said, fuzzy brain :) Profile background updated. St Algon is now the Saint of Death By A Thousand Cuts, usually visualized by an agonized soldier bleeding from a multitude of cuts and piercings.
Ok got background done. Let me know if I overstepped on some of the religious stuff. Included you at the end Brunhard, if you don't mind :) Will get a gameplay post up tomorrow, it's a bit late and the brain's getting fuzzy.
@Brunhard: That sound fine, just need to figure out how Nuriah got to Virdistan :) I've got an idea forming, just want to get the details right. GM, does the Nalos originally come from farther South? The Sea of Sand? further? If you could give me a little more info on them? Thanks :)
Nice Profile layout... I'm going to steal it. Thanks :) Theft is the most sincere form of flattery :D Need to clean it up a bit in spots...
OK got a profile done at least, fluff to come. |