I will.
I just overextended. I am GMing a 15th level game on another board and it is taxing to say the least.
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Guys, I am having trouble picking back up with the game. The games I am GMing are getting into the 2nd and 3rd book so are taking more time. In real life my job is busy and we we are planning a 2nd kid. I do not want to half ass a game on you guys which is what I feel I am doing. I think Ryenalt will need to bow out. His knees hurt anyway so less walking would probably be good.
As Declan first approaches Ryenalt looks at Decans hand and shrugs but does not reach to grab it. "Well I am certainly not in charge but I am sure you manged to figure that out. Please talk to the others not some old man." When the goblin finally chimes in he chuckles to himself wishing he had prepared prestidigitation that morning. Always great to mess with someone so... officious.
"Well now it seems there are more of us. My addled old bring really is not sure what we are meant to be doing at this point, must have had a few too many cups of wine." He looks at the others assuming his memory will get jogged.
Well hello there folks. I didn't notice the posts until today. Reynalt is till hanging around trying to keep active.
There is no reason for your to be sorry. Please, take the time with your girlfriend and do what you need to do to keep sane. My thoughts and prayers will be with you guys.
"Hmmmm, well their plan is not the worst I have heard. They would not be the first to live on the edges of society by providing a service others do not want to do. In many cases people like us are the same. We look rough and generally are not well loved but we provide a service for society though our adventures." He sighs and looks up a little wistfully. "Of course there is a way to be loved but I have never taken those sorts of adventures."
"Well now, that is a good plan. Making yourself useful and therefor liked is never a bad plan. Why it is kind of how I have lived mylife." He chuckles. "Still, as you say, armies on the boarder or bad and should be held in check. Armies bring war which only later are interesting. During them, not so interesting. I don't think any of use have much influence though I would be happy to help."
"Well I saw no need for them to be so aggressive. You clearly were not causing them harm it is a shame that they did not stay to talk things though a bit but such is the folly of youth, all bluster and no thought."
Yes, happy new year to you all. I am one of the lucky few who gets to work this evening.
Do what you need to do because IRL is more important as always. Let her know we are all thinking of her. Happy Holidays to everyone.
Clearing his throat and blusting a little before speaking. "Now lets all calm down shall we. I am old enough to know that escalating a situation is not going to end well. You, blue fellows, come over here so I can see you better and you folks calm down, clearly I know what I am doing."
"Ahh. Dispiles of Iomedae. What *chough* what is the problem tonight? Some blue fellows?"
Spluttering a bit. "Well I.. where are you going? I was just enjoying myself." Stuffing one more bit into his mouth he follows the goblin muttering with his mouth full. "Throw a bone at an old man.. When he gets a view he will pause. "Well now what is all this about people?"
"Now just hang on.. everyone calm down what is the problem."
As the others head off Ryenalt glances up and shrugs, mumbling to himself. "Ahh.. nature calls it would seem" he glances at the goblin and nods. At least some of us know how to enjoy a meal.
"Yes, yes. Quite the place even the food is passable."
Having navigated the door man Reynalt makes sure his limp is more exaggerated then it had been. "Ahh stew, that sounds quite lovely now dosn't it." HE scans the room for anyone sounding like who they are looking for
but realizes his eyes are not what they once were.
If there is a door person or someone enfocing the policy. "I like your policy but my 'weapon' is a simple stick. It also helps keep me upright which is my preferable method of existence. I am sure you will not take an old mans staff. It is not even magical I am sad to say." If his staff is deemed a weapon he will make a point of lurching from chair to chair attempting to looks pitiful.
Once he hits the boat he does his best to hide behind the mast in case someone is silly enough to start shooting arrows form either side. "I suggest we come back to this problem later folks."
Ryenalt makes haste to get back to the boat once the trumpets blare. "Well now running is not something I had hoped for. Please don't leave me behind, my old knees don't have quite the spring they use to."
Ryenalt chuckles as there smallest party member comes back at speed heading for the boat. "It doesn't look like he is going to stop now does it? Maybe this is a signal for us to head to the boat."
Tindertwig, hats off to you on that one. Love the simple "Nopes" as you run off.
Very sorry to hear and keeping her in my thoughts. Clearly IRL comes first, we will all be here when she recovers and when you just need a distraction.
"There is a brave one. Maybe we can do some good here if nothing more then by learning a bit of what is going on. Now, how would you like to signal us if there is a problem my friend?"
"The dwarf does seem to have an excellent plan. Again we are lucky to have such a diverse party, I am sure covering Grimlak with dirt would not be nearly so effective now would it."
Ryenalt only grumbled here and there during the walk and most of it was not serious only making the noises of an old man being forced to go hiking. "Well now what do we have here now. A long walk to a fort of some sort?" He doesn't give it much of a look assuming there is nothing of the arcane in this. "So, we are off mission already, do we raid an unknown fort or visit the tavern we were sent to? Both have there appeals so I am content to let you young folks make that choice."
Ryenalt looks at the boat one last time hoping that it will wait for them, mumbling to himself. "Shouldn't have moved the boats quite yet, could be a long walk." He will fall in line behind the others with a shrug as they move out.
"Ahh the exuberance of youth. Well my new friends what shall we do? Move on and let the less enlightened goblins do this again to other people or hunt them? Move on with our journey?" Ryenalt pauses as if waiting for a decision but quickly shouts back to the boat. "Captain, if we deal with these scoundrels can the boat wait for us or would be we walking? I don't want to be stuck walking."
"Well, I am not the best climber but that was not so bad." He watches the others work keeping a watch on the area, in case the goblins loop back around, as best he can.
"Yes, yes. Always good to see what the enemy may have left, assuming they were our enemies and not just opportunists. Some of you more spry folks should lead the way I think." Ryenalt moves to the side of the boat to follow the others if they head off.
Straining his eyes Ryenalt removes his glasses and moves them in and out in-front of his eyes, trying to get a better focus. "Hmmm, it would appear the blockage has not been here long. What else? Someone may have filled in some dirt too though it might be moving. My eyes may not be what they once were."
Looking at the wagons and the reaction of the crew Ryenalt comments, mostly to himself. "Clearly an ambush, not sure if it is for us or another, but you don't get to be my age just stumbling blindly into this sort of thing. Best to be on guard" He calls force a small ball of acid, ready to launch it at an attacker as he watches the port (left) side of the boat.
Once again Ryenalt drifts into someone else's conversation, he is far past the age of being polite after all. "Oh an expert swordsmen you say. I have always wanted to learn Bonetti’s Defense and Capa Ferro but not if you know Thibault.... unless you know Agrippa that is. Well I am sure you will show me how effective these things are."
Hearing the conversation and the poor goblins reaction Ryenalt considers comment on how tiresome the religious can but notices the kobold paladin and thinks better of it. Best not to antagonize two of them I guess. They look the more militant type of worshiper anyway.
"The Waterserpent, now that is a charming name. I do not belive I have seen a fresh water Waterserpent though in the ocean they are quite impressive. I wonder if it will live up to its namesake." Ryenalt may or may not keep talking as he starts walking towards the dock. Honestly if he is I am sure no one would listen for long.
Mumbling to himself as they exit. "I guess it is good I did not prepare fire spells. The dwarf seems to not want things to burn." As he walks he chuckles to himself.
"Well now a most fascinating slate. Perhaps I could be its custodian for a bit, I do have a thing for magic and, well I am not run to get in front of a swinging mace so it should be safe. Why this staff I carry here it has been with me for over a decade and barely a scratch on it. Got it from... well not a tale for now." "Thank you for the horses, not so good on the long walks before the adventure event starts."
So I assume that means we do not need to keep a running total of the stuff we will not actively use? Happy to keep a master list but even more happy if no one needs to. :)
"Well now in the past I have had some goblin companions. Even had a kobolt at one point who always took the point in a fight, sadly he took someone else point and that finished him." "The goblin, what was his name, Something-shank if I remember right. I am sure you don't now him. Well he was a sneaky little bugger, could get in and our of an area quietly and quick as a dickens. One time, I was hiding in the trees you see, I watched him take a leg of beef out of an orc camp. The dang orcs were looking right at it and it was just gone. Astounding really." He pauses and looks around. "Hmm, what was I talking about anyway? Well never mind were going to a tavern."
Ryenalt leans on his staff as the halfling addresses them. Once the instructions are given he nods. "So for our first mission we go to a tavern. It seems I was right to get back into some field work if we are going to taverns. Little blue friends could be a few things and some of those could even be good." After Zardu speaks he ponders his idea. "Yes, maybe something that Kerse would know that others would not would help in keeping us on the path. I am not so worried about magic confusing me senses but there are other ways to be false."
It seems the old man had dozzed off in the corner for a bit but his eyes suddenly snap open. "What now?" He looks around a little blurry eyed for a second and then smiles. "So many people in this place and all looking for adventure." He says to no one in particular. Well too many people to strike up a conversation I think. Maybe best just to size up the room.
Ryenalt quietly drinks his wine for a bit looking at the variety in the room. He watches the goblin for a bit smiling and if he comes close will address him in goblin. Goblin:
"My green friend. Nice to see you here to fight the good fight. I have traveled with some of your race in the past and found them both fun and steadfast. Who is your little friend? A must hansom toad."
"Greetings Tush. Nice to see someone just done with training. You can probably guess that I had finished that some time ago. Where do you hale form if I may ask?"
The old man nods. “Well the world certainly plays out that logic. Everyone knows of the dirty elves and clean dwarves.” The old man chuckles to himself. “Oh I remember now. There was this ‘mage’ in the town who had managed to use some meager talents to lock up most of the town in barn. I mean he fed them so basically they were just there waiting for something to happen. You know how it is. Lots of victims, few people who can deal with the world like our dwarf friend here.” Looking at the embodiment of fire he smiles. "Well they may or may not need me but I will find a use again I am sure. It seems there are a lot of us who commune with the dirty arcane it seems."
“Well young lady if you’re really intreated in a tale of an old adventurer. Lets see what I can remember.” The old man settles himself onto a bench, leans his staff against the table and things. “Well the desert I mentioned was about, well it must be 50 years ago but it was back when I was more of a traveler over near Tian, kind of. Around here a better story would be the time I was brought in to help with a small undead issue in a small hamlet, the name escapes me. You see I was pretty good with dead things….. He pauses for a second “Well I probably still will be when I get back in practice. SO the thing was when we got there, I had a few friends with me you see. Gareth, he was good with his ax but man did he stink. Who else, ah yes the little fellow… Cletus? Septus? Well something or other ending in us. He was a sneaky little bugger but an upstanding guy and some priest who I cannot even picture. Well, we got there and the town just seemed to be empty which was a might strange to say the least. Clafus, or whatever, he goes on ahead and about a ten minutes later, off in the distance, we see a little skeleton coming towards us, not real fast, so we wait. And we wait. When it gets close enough I stand up and get a spell ready to take control of the little thing but the spell doesn’t do anything, like it’s not even there. About that time the things start to shake a little and we hear, of all things, a giggle. It’s the blasted little halfling, he stuck the front of a dwarf skull on his head and had tucked a few bones into his clothing. Well we all had a good laugh at that one. Wait? Where was I going with this?” He stops for a second. “Well we solved the mystery at some point. Don’t remember what the problem was anymore.
“So you can guess I have dabbled with magic. What about you all?”
The old man walks in, using his stick as a third leg. After clearing his throat "Well now is this where the new recruits are meant to be gathering? Been a long time but being a recruit might be just what is needed. He eyes the gathering in the room and a smile starts in his eyes before gathering in the rest of his affable face. "Well not it has been some time in deed since I have been around such folks. You all look... capiable to say the least. Why it reminds me of a time when we were crossing the dessert, I had been hired as a caravan guard you see, and you could just see a storm on the horizon.... well that is neither here or there I guess. Names Ryenalt." |