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Hi folks. I'm sorry I took so long to post this, and I can only really blame procrastination. I'm not really having fun in this game any more, so I'm going to drop out. I imagine Sheoll will just wander off in the night, as he was nomadic before.
Sheoll looked around at the party. It was good that they had found someone who could make potions. That would come in very handy in the days to come. To the group:
"As for where to go next? If the woods are not too far from, maybe we should use that as a kind of focus point. We could check the area from here to the woods, and then head back a bit further south. How does that sound?" He said, folding his arms.
Sheoll hovered about the table, pacing back and forth in the space of the same few steps. "No trouble, eh? Odd." the old man was either lying or was more than just a maker of poulices.
attempting to make small-talk; "Your brother seems a cruel one to beat your mother and disfigure you. It's likely he'll face some kind of justice. Especially if he's holed up somewhere in these lands. We're...a new kind of law in this place. Or at least we intend to bring some order to these wilds.
Sheoll entered the hut with the others but preferred to stand, looking at the place, examining it for signs of attack. His brow furrowed slightly. He could not hear the voice a the moment, but there was a nagging pain behind his eye, as if someone had grabbed it and was holding it firmly. "As Tassira and Rowena have said, we've just come from Oleg's, and are exploring the area. You wouldn't have had any trouble with bandits or...kobolds, would you?" He wondered if their fortune could have pointed the to a wise man, someone who could truly assist them. He trusted Rowena's insight, as well as her connection to the divine, but he felt as if they were directionless even though the had the beginnings of a plan.
Doh, sorry KK. That's cool with me too.
Sorry for my vanishing last week. Brain wasn't working right or something. I'll try my best to not have it happen again.
Sheoll dismounts his horse, warily approaching the hut. There seemed to be all manner of mysteries in this land. Things he had not considered. It occured to him there must be something special about this place. Had it been exploited by the bandits as well? And if not, surely it must be protected somehow... The warrior stepped up to stand by Alex's side.
He looked back to the two woman, reaching back for his sword, but not pulling it. He hoped they would understand the signal to be ready.
Sheoll nods to party. "Well, It's settled then. We'll explore about and hope we find some clues to the Kobold's whereabouts. Rowena, your tracking skills will come in especially handy. I expect kobolds make a discernible footprint." Again he looks to the group. "What direction shall we start in then?"
"Aye" Sheoll adds, at a bit of a loss. He scratches his head. He had been unused to planning...when he was with his tribe, they just wandered, and when he was with the brigands, they went along trade routes, so again he was out of his element. But he was willing to learn. "Perhaps," he said, looking from Rowena to Alex to Tassira, "Yes. Alexander's idea has merit. If we move several miles to the east or west and then move back a bit more southerly and continue on..." He pursed his lips in thought. "I am no mapmaker though, what techniques do they employ, does anyone know?"
As the magus approached Rowena and Sheoll standing at the notice board, the warrior crossed his arms, almost unconsciously puffing out his chest. He cought himself after a few seconds and tried to relax his posture. I can't let jealousy cloud my mind. This is a good man, if a bit confused. "Yes, Alexander. We were just discussing what the group should do best." he pointed at one parchment in particular, jabbing it with his finger.
I won't be posting much either till after the holiday as I'm going out of town for a few days.
Sheoll squints a bit as he looks over the notices once more before answering Rowena's question. "Well, I looks to me like the best two options are either here," he says pointing at the Kobold problem,
The sudden pounding on the breakfast table, along with Alex & Rowena's departure, snaps Tassira out of her distracted state. She looks over at Sheoll, rubbing an eye. "Er... Sheoll? Is something wrong?" Sheoll just looked up at the sorceress, fixing his face as plainly as possible and putting on a smile. "Just...nothing that needs tending to now."****************** Seeing the others questioning the newcomers, Sheoll took notice of the board with several notices. He hadn't seen it before, but then again they were quite preoccupied with this bandit problem, so he wasn't overly surprised. He looked over the papers carefully. The each seemed to have some merit to them, and he also remembered hearing the new priest, Jhod, mention something about an immense bear.
"Did you see this? Not sure how long these have been up. But perhaps we should take on one of these...quests?" he said with a slight smirk.
Sheoll had indeed been quiet on the ride back. He thought about the experiences of the past few days, and about his new companions. There was something to them, and though he wasn't sure, he hoped they could all become friends. The seemed to be working better together. It was his experience that pain and loss often brought people together faster than otherwise. He had even experienced it a small amount with the brigands he had traveled with in the past. He watched, trying not to be too...intrusive, as the other's traveled. Tassira was quiet, obviously reflecting as well. She probably hadn't seen near the amount of violence as the others, and would have to get used to it fast. Alex was strangely close to Rowena, and for a reason he couldn't quite pin down, that bothered Sheoll. He would have to try to find a way to ask her about it later. There was so much he didn't understand about "civilized" people. ************************************ Later, back at Oleg's, he took on a quite posture as Rowena spoke with the keeper of the outpost. He nodded an affirmation at how the battle went and the loss of Cadell. She had moved quickly to return things to a sense of normalcy and order, and Sheoll admired that. After breakfast, he noted that Alex and Rowena wandered off. He stared at his place, down at an empty plate and an almost empty mug. Before he knew it, he found himself slamming his fist onto the table angrily. This time the voice was whispering...the same deep sinister echo, but bothersome even more-so because he couldn't make out the words.
He nodded to the new arrivals, the seargent, Kesten Garess, in particular. It was a short look, but one that he hoped would convey, I'm glad you're here to help the Levetons. He wondered how closely he was related to Cadell, or if that last name was common. Afterwards, he checked his gear over. He pat his horse and scratched it behind the ear, waiting for the group to reconvene and plan their next move.
Sorry for the lack of posting today. I'll have something up tomorrow.
Level Up Summary +12 HP +5 Skill ranks, as follows:
+1 BAB, +1 CMB and CMD +1 Fort Saves Special: +2 bloodrage rounds per day, uncanny dodge
The night previous:
When the others had settled, and Sheoll was beginning his watch, he reflected back on the fight from the day before and the leader of this particular group of bandits. Kressel had been relentless, perhaps foolish, but she had strength to her. Ferocity for sure, and Sheoll decided to honor her in some way.
He remembered that, unlike the people of this land, who buried or burned their dead, his nomadic people left the bodies in the open. Part of this was practical, but a deeper reason (he remembered his mother explaining) was that, open to the sky, their spirits could be guided by Star Sister into the beyond. Sheoll lifted the Kressel's corpse, and with some care, lay it on it's back near the stream. Making sure her eyes were open, he pulled her right hand across her chest (presumably her favored one, he didn't know for sure) and dipped her fingers in the stream. He wasn't sure if this last part of the ritual was invented or remembered, but it seemed appropriate. The weak current would wash away her bitterness and evil, so that she was clear for the journey ahead. Sheoll then returned to his post for the rest of the night, keeping an eye on the body, that any curious animals didn't disturb his sleeping companions, but if a hungry creature dragged it off, that was acceptable. Before the end of his watch, if the body was still there, we would take it to where they disposed of the other bandits, before waking the next person and returning to sleep for a short while.
The next morning, Sheoll woke in a sweat as he often did. Going to the stream up a bit from the battle-site, he palmed some of the fresh water and doused his face. At least my head is a bit more quiet this morning. Perhaps I'll have a bit of respite. He took in a breath of the morning air, and gathered the axes from the warrior Kressel and the sling Alex had made for him. "I'll see if I can fetch us all some breakfast, hopefully I'll be back before you wake the others." He tell Tassira as he rouses her.
A short time later, he came back with a single rabbit, barely enough for one person. A look of disappointment shown on his furrowed brow, but he shrugged and lay the small corpse near the fire-pit for any to take. Then, after a short while he packs up with everyone else and heads back to Oleg's, a contemplative look forming on his countenance.
Looking up at the ever darkening sky, Sheoll lingers a moment, trying to catch sight of any stars. He wonders a bit what his mother would tell him about the Star Sister. "Rowena is right. The bodies should be disposed of, and we should probably make camp for the night. We don't yet know these lands as well as we like, and probably shouldn't risk and extended journey through the night. They seemed to already have a firepit, so I suggest we make use of it." "I'll begin preparing a spot for Cadell." If noone objects...:
Sheoll then uses one of the handaxes to begin loosening up the dirt near the stream. He knew it was more common for folk to be buried in his land, where his people left the husk open to the sky so that the spirit may reach the stars unhindered. But Cadell was not of his people...so he would respect that.
Working as long as it takes, he begins to digs a hole several feet deep with hand and axe in which to inter the remains of the rogue.
Sheoll took one more look at the group before nodding. "Very well." With that, he walked over to the first of the bandits. Gripping him firmly by the ties, he dragged the man towards a nearby fallen log, and pushed him flat onto his chest over the dead wood. Taking a few steps around, he drew his greatsword from his back. Lifting it high, he looked back at the group. He grit his teeth, and his palms began to sweat slightly in the evening air. DO IT! screamed the voice in his head. Almost with a sigh of relief, he brought the weapon down hard on the man's neck, biting back a scream of...joy?..that came out more like a quick, low grunt. He repeated the motions. Grabbing one of the captives, dragging them to the stump, and bringing steel to neck until the job was done. With each heavy cut he tensed more, and he felt a warm ease moving from behind his eyes, across his face and down his arms. The voice quieted some with each death, and soon it was merely a soft hum...almost comforting.
Just waiting to see if Alexander has an objection to the execution of the new prisoners. :)
Ignoring the bandit's question for the moment, Sheoll makes a second look at the captives, taking his time to make sure they're securely bound. He doesn't doubt Alex's skill, but he's wary of these brigands, having traveled with people like them for some time.
"We can't take them all back. I don't think these are going to honestly repent, and I don't think we can wait to use magic on them."
I'm in Pacific time. Generally I can post after 3pm (after work) on weekdays.
Sheoll frowned at the man's bravado. He had hoped (did he?) that these men would see reason. But as it had been pointed out before, they had been given their chance. It seemed there was not much for it. Turning to his group, he beckoned them and took several steps back from the prisoners.
He shook his head, seeming somewhat unhappy with the idea, but deep in the back of his head, he could feel the voice once again. Killthmetwisttheirneckstastetheirblood
Sheoll nods back at Rowena, clearly approving of her suggestion. They lived by acting as predators, perhaps it's fitting that the die like prey
Walking over towards Alex, had stretched a bit. Nearly dying was an odd experience, and reflecting, a bit of a thrill. He knew he would have to take more caution in the future. There are plenty of goods here...not nearly all of which we can use. Perhaps we bring them back to Oleg and he can sell them in his shop. The gold, I think we can keep for our expenses...although I could make use of those axes, if nooone objects." Then, looking over at the new captives, "As for the fate of these three...Rowena makes a compelling argument."
As three more waves of healing energy wash over Sheoll's body, his wounds diminish more and more, until they are nearly gone. Seconds later, the warrior stirs, then in a start, his body jerks and he scrambles backwards, somewhat unaware of his surroundings. It takes a moment, but looking around at the fallen enemies, and his his companions still standing, he centers himself.
"You truly are a blessing Rowena. You have my thanks." He turns to look at his fallen opponent, a scowl on his face. "She was a fierce warrior, but it seems , like me, she lacked some common sense, knowing when to surrender."
Leaning over to pick up his fallen sword, and retrieve his ax, he looks about the landscape, and nods. The stars have indeed lead me to a good group of folk.
Sheoll's body twitches slightly as the gaping wounds in his chest knit over, thanks to Rowena's godly devotion. It seems his condition had indeed been dire, as even after the priestess's assistance, the warrior continues to lay still, unconscious.
All sounds pretty good to me
good idea...keeps it free for game only stuff, I'm gonna do that too.
Dot also, I looked over your Gm style/Guidelines, and they all look good to me. side question, I don't think we even asked the original Gm this...what track do you use for Xp? I was thinking about tweaking my character a bit, but if that's not doable, it's not a big deal.
Bump too, just because. @KenderKin, could you be more specific? What help are you referring to?
Sorry about the lack of posting, folks. I had not been feeling well the last few days. I'm doing better now, though, so I'll be back in it. :)
Not dead, but almost. If someone can get to him in the next round Sheoll will live (assuming we win or drive off the bandits) In other news, I'm going out of town tonight and won't be back till Sunday night. I'm not sure if I'll have internet, so feel free to bot as needed. ...hopefully I'll still have a character when I return. :)
Congratz. :)
Sheoll winced as the axe bit hard into his side. He knew this woman was a threat, and he couldn't stand another blow like that. Taking a deep breath, he surrendered to the voices within.
GM: Sorry, my understanding is that you can't make more than one attack on more than a 5ft step. If that isn't the case I would have taken a different action...no worries now, as it's already happened, but I'd like to know for the future..also I think I forgot to add a range penalty to the axe attack, so not sure if it still hit. Has been edited.
Sheoll watches Alex's blade fell the bandit a split second after Rowena fires her crossbow, crouching low he darts forward to the north several paces, pulling a throwing axe from his side as he moves.
I just realized the bot did three 4s in a row...what are the odds? sigh.
Sheoll eyes the bandit in the tree with some frustration. We can't afford to be flanked with the odds this way Scooping up a rock from his crouched position, he whips the sling at the same foe that Alex threw his dagger, hoping to finally bring him down.
'BLAST!!", he yells out in frustration, his rage barely bottled.
GM, does the stream impair movement? Or in other words, could one charge across it should they choose?
Brandishing the sling Alexander had fashioned for him, Sheoll twirls the weapon around several times before releasing the stone at his enemy in the trees then ducks slightly to be behind the cover of the cart.
Unused to the weapon, his shot goes awry and the rock goes low, striking the tree instead, knocking a chunk of bark away.
Sheoll comes back to focus from his small respite after the new bandit's "warning" "Blast them all...where are they now? he says, taking a good look around.
Sheoll continues on with the rest of the group, keeping an eye out for danger and trying to be as quiet as possible.
Hope you feel better, Alex
Sheoll blinked hard. A boar? this is indeed a strange land if folk fear a pig. He knew that they could often be trouble, but it was a bit surprising that the creature had garnered such a reputation. Still...it was better to be careful, besides, he was suddenly in the mood for some pork.
"I don't see any signs of the creature. I think if this camp-sight has been here for a while, the fire would have discouraged any of the wildlife from coming near."
After taking a quick glance around,
The battle over, Sheoll returns somberly to the group. Nodding at Rowena, "I agree, thought it looks to me like this site has been used before. To keep folk from happening upon their camp, or to waylay travelers, I cannot say." Looking over at their new captives, he then glances over at Hans and Gernon. "Find a sturdy tree and tie those two to it. We'll move on to the camp, and we can't have them with us, for a number of reasons. Gag them as well and we'll return for them later." Turning back to the group, "Unless anyone has objections."
Sheoll is breathing heavy as he looks around the small area of forest. For a moment, he looks back to the cart where Cadell's body lay. Thinking he would have like to have known him better...he would have like to had the opportunity to form a more solid opinion about the man. As he pondered the mortality of his former companion, his form slowly began to shift back to a less fearsome visage, and he found himself slightly out of breath and his cooling blood made his body feel heavy. "Rowena, Alexander, Tassira...do you see anyone else? He had hoped to keep this part of himself hidden for a bit longer, but circumstances did not seem to be in his favor. At least, for now, the voices were quieted. And to his mind, these men were little worth bogging down his conscience. Wiping some of the blood spatter from his face with the back of his arm, he took another look around the area, trying to see if he could determine how long the three bandits had been waiting.
You still with us, GM?
Round 2 Sheoll growls, and dark specks of dark red spittle spewing from his open mouth, and the random maws that have appeared about his skin echo that action. With the same fury, he brings his sword down again on the nearby foe
current status: HP: 13/11 | Rage 2/5 | AC: 16 T: 12 FF: 14 (rage penalty negated by shield of faith)
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