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"What of the beasts? We still have not found them. "
"What could have drawn him to this place I wonder? Very well lets gather the items for a litter then." Re'Tulan begins to search for mundane items to create a litter, long branches, worn leather/cloth, large leaves..
Re'Tulan will try to reclaim some of his arrows and look all around for clues. Ceiling, ground, walls.
"Die foul beast!"
Re'Tulan continues his firing.
"What horror is this?" Re'Tulan turns to face the foe, his bow already drawn
Hmm, maybe sending in the drunk guy was a bad idea. Re'Tulan thinks to himself as he hears the commotion behind him. He does not turn though trusting his comrades to the task and maintaining overwatch.
"Well if you insist on going in good priest I shall watch the entrance to this cavern in case someone is following us. This is a strange place to end a journey, I doubt anyone would do so willingly. " Re'Tulan will provide overwatch for the group with his bow, watching for anyone approaching the way the party came.
"Wasn't there more to explore the other way? We could clear that first before going relic diving in the pool. " Re'Tulan remarks as he considers alternatives.
"Remember that this water will illuminate anyone that comes in contact with it. I am not sure it is safe to swim in. " Re'Tulan remarks as he places his newly made "tracer" arrows in his quiver.
Re'Tulan coats 5 of his arrow heads with the substance. "Let's clear the rest as Telthes suggests"
Re'Tulan considers the light sources.
Re'Tulan will collect a masterwork longsword and listen at the door.
An armory of some kind, weapons and wooden racks Re'Tulan whispers to his companion via the spell and nods to Celebnen as he searches the room.
Re'Tulan picks up the hairs. He smells them and tastes them to determine how long they have been laying on the ground removed from their host. [dice=Survival]1d20+5 He spits them out and continues to inch forward.
"The same hairs as before, and broken furniture. I will be sure to inform you if I find anything." Re'Tulan whispers back
Re'Tulan picks up the hairs. He smells them and tastes them to determine how long they have been laying on the ground removed from their host. He spits them out and continues to inch forward.
"Very well." Re'Tulan agrees. He enters the ruins cautiously.
Re'Tulan is excited, but concerned about the ruins. Wow, ruins just like in my mother's stories, but I need to be cautious there are bad men out and Sir Richmond is an enigma. Re'Tulan crouches down and finds a decent overwatch position behind some ruined piece of wall and does his best to hide should someone other than Sir Richmond react to the calls.
"Very well, I shall take the lead. I am a well versed tracker and guide." Re'Tulan follows the map and looks for any tracks on the way
"I think I can let me look around a bit more."
Re'Tulan will search the tent thoroughly, looking for any sign of Sir Richmond. "Yes it is strange to see that fur here also. I wonder if this was Sir Richmond's tent. " After searching the tent Re'Tulan will look for tracks leading away from the tent.
Hoping the man will surrender after felling his comrade, and not accustomed to so much violence, Re'Tulan will hold action as he watches events unfold. "Please stop fighting! We don't want to kill you, but we will defend ourselves!" Re'Tulan pleas
It works good for this format
Re'Tulan stays where he was and lets fly against the fat man. "Surrender or this will be your end."
Re'Tulan aims his bow at the individuals as they finish answering questions, ready to let fly at the first sign of aggression.
"What junk are you collecting?" Re'Tulan asks plainly.
As the others are making contact, Re'Tulan will ready his bow in an overwatch position and watches how the introductions play out.
" First, these hairs do not match. One is a wolf or dog, the other a bear? It could be some kind of strange beast or perhaps he was collecting hairs for some reason. " Re'Tulan shows his companions the hairs. Then he pulls out the maps. "These are nearly identical from what I can tell, though this new one has a trail on it. Stroll by the lake anyone?" Re'Tulan asks jokingly.
Re'Tulan will try to identify the hairs his companion has found.
Re'Tulan goes over everything. Touching and smelling his personal effects. "This map again. I wonder why it was on this page." Re'Tulan will read the page that the map was found in. Then he will look again at the two maps and compare them with his mapmaker's eye.
"We should look into the lake. Not to enrich ourselves, but to better the name of our order. " Re'Tulan mentions when he hears of the goings on at the lake. He looks at his companions."To the lake then?"
Re'Tulan remains quiet and lets the others speak. He keeps a watchful eye out for anyone that maybe too interested in their presence or overly curious.
"I have never road in one of these before. Its not a very agreeable form of travel. " Re'Tulan says as he bumps along."I agree Telthes, we should start at the Inn."
Re'Tulan looks through the guest room. Looking at what size boot Sir Richmond might have worn and trying to get an idea of his scent.
"Did Sir Richmond have a room here by chance? Maybe some personal effects. Looking over them will help me track him, if I may."
"What sort of monsters have you heard about my Lady?" Re'Tulan asks the lady as he thinks about what he can remember about the Candle Lake area
"Have you ever seen a dragon before Elrich? I have read about them in my mother's books. Is there anything I should do to prepare? I have never hunted such a beast before."I hope father and mother are not worried about me.. Re'Tulan seems lost in his thoughts for a moment as he speaks to the other members of the Dragonsbane, but quickly refocuses and listens to his comrades.
Re'Tulan is noticeably excited and rejoices "Excellent! We did a good job. Thank you for testing us!" But what will father think? Re'Tulan heads inside and prepares for a meal as instructed.
"I am going to go for their caster now" Re'Tulan communicates to the team as he aims another shot.
"I will try to take out their bowmen"
"Well I am not much for defense so here goes nothin' I will cover your approach with some arrow fire." Re'Tulan fires with his bow over the heads of his comrades.
Re'Tulan is excited and begins to ready himself for this combat. He checks his bow and his sword and his arrows once quickly before rushing down to see the others. He will share his information with anyone who will listen
"Oh, as I mentioned my father is Van'Qi'Tulan. 'We are the Flame' seemings fitting. " Re'Tulan responds when asked and continues to listen and follow orders with excitement and eagerness.
"Tooth and Claw peaks, I have heard of them I believe..."
"I have secretly always wanted to join the Order, but I am afraid of what my father will think. He sent me here to warn them only, not to become a knight! He says I have too much of my mother in me, too human, but I love the stories I read about in my mother's books! My first day in the Order and already I am somewhere new!"
"I would like to join the order, but I know so little about it. Do you have any daily rituals? My father would not tell me of his time working as a guide for the order of Dragonsbane, but it has been my secret wish to join. " Re'Tulan hangs on Lord Tharic Valse's every word.
"What of these men that attacked you Sir Knight of the Dragonsbane? Mere bandits or something more?" Re'Tulan asks as he looks over the slain would be ambushers.
Re'Tulan offers a bow and responds "Fortune be praised, I was sent out to seek you by my father Van'Qi'Tulan. There is something stirring on Mount Kar, I have felt it. I want to join your order and ready myself should the beast return."
"Re'Tulan at your service. I, like my father and all the Tulans before me, am a guide and map maker with considerable knowledge of these lands. My skill with a bow is most note worthy, but I can use a longsword if it is required. It is my desire to join the Order of Dragonsbane and become a knight in its service."
Re'Tulan here seeking the Order of the Dragonsbane
Re'Tulan still seeks out the Order of Dragonsbane. |
