Agree 100% with Alainn on what they said. Do what you gotta do. See ya around the boards!
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”If you wish to deal with the humans, that is your decision,” Trai’eltharian replies. ”but know that it will only lead to trouble. Humans follow coin like a snake tracking the scent of a field mouse. So long as I get to take that bastards head, my hatred for their kind can be tempered.”
Trai'el rummages through the bandits' belongings a bit before shaking his head. "I figure the potion could come in handy, but the rest I have no use for. But I agree with you on the route. Let us stick to the Narlmarches. I am more at home here, and we can use that to our advantage against the bastard."
”Maybe. But with proper guidance, the wilds themselves will rise up and oust this murderer,” Trai’eltharian says as he moves body to body, searching them for any further clues or items of use.
Trai'el nods. He then attempts to sneak up on the woman and plant a well placed blade slice across the back of her neck...
Trai’el, tired of missing, pauses and takes careful aim at the bandit nearest him, hoping to plant an arrow between his eyes. Meanwhile, seeing the men around him fall as if they were dead, the wolf snarls and charges the remaining prey still up!
The wolf lashed out at he man standinup, then at the one who moved behind him. Meanwhile, Trai’eltharian steps forward from the tree he was using for cover and let’s an arrow fly at the bandit crossing the river as he too advanced and moves towards the main fighting.
Trai’eltharian looks to the gathering murderers before cloak his eyes and whispering a prayer to nature. Then the trees, bushes, grasses, and other plant life begins whipping about tryinto snare the humans!
Trai’el fires a return shot at the bandit in the stand nearest them, then moves behind a tree for cover. He whistles a sharp whistle at the wolf, urging him to attack.
Trai'eltharian kneels down and picks up the heavy bow, testing it's draw. He nods appreciatively and slips it onto his pack. He then sets to trying to track the bandit camp using their claimed directions.
Trai'eltharian slams the man down and glares at him. He then whistles out to his wolf, who snarls for but a moment before leaping onto the man and beginning to savage him! All the while, Trai'eltharian stands and makes sure he is unable to get up or escape the wolf's attack.
Trai'el catches his breath, then heads over to the man and listens to Álainn's threat. Trai'eltharian leans down and lifts the man up with both hands by his shirt front and says through gritted teeth, "No. You are going to die. But it can either be slow, painful, and involve all sorts of natures darker aspects...or it can be merciful. Something your kind doesn't deserve after the lives it has already claimed! If you would prefer the quick death, you will answer the questions. NOW!'
Trai’eltharian let’s out some calming clicks as he calms himself and catches his breath.
Trai’el and the wolf take off after the man, their speed easily able to keep pace. The wolf nips at the man’s heels as Trai’el lunges forward with his blade. ”You and your kind cannot escape nature’s justice!”
Trai’eltharian continues to swing wildly and powerfully at the bandit captain, trying to fell him!
The wolf turns and rushes the remaining man still standing, trying to rip him down to the ground.
Trai’eltharian roars, sounding almost beastial, and rushes the leader! As he moves, he draws his curve blade, and his muscles seem to bulge and grow to almost twice their original size! He leaps into the air and brings the sword down at the man with animalistic fervor!
The wolf snarls and surges forward, attempting to rip the nearest man to the ground to savage him!
”No!” Trai’el grunts through the pain as he breaks the shaft off of the arrow in his chest, ”Probably one of his captains. He’ll die just the same!”
Trai’el sneers at the creature from the safety of distance and cover. ”A shambling mound. It is a foul beast that will take more than our band to bring down. Leave it to its meal, we shall have to hunt it down another time.”
Trai'el looks flatly at Álainn. "I could have let them continue their work, let you soften them up further at the risk of your own life before I intervened. Glad to see how my efforts at saving your life are appreciated." "Nevertheless," he adds as he looks to the southeast, "we can and indeed should take a pair of them captive if possible. But only long enough to get what information we can from them. Then...then their lives are mine."
Trai'eltharian scowls as the crimes of this Stag Lord continue to mount up. He wasn't too upset over the loss of a pair of humans, despite the praise of their character by these fey. The slaughter of a unicorn, however, was a tragedy unable to be tolerated. His hand tightens on his bow and his body nearly shakes in anger. "Just more for them to pay for, when the time comes. They also slaughtered my kin. If you can track their movements, we would appreciate any updates on them you can offer. For now...I think we should move on this camp. Eradicate it before it can grow and fester on this region like an unclean wound," Trai'el replies. He looks back to the fey and bows, "Thank you, my friends, for your information. It has proven very helpful."
Trai’el just shakes his head and steps to the river, looking it up and down it’s length. ”Perlivash, Tyg, I have a question, if you don’t mind my asking it. Have you encountered anyone who claims to serve a ‘Stag Lord?’”
”Thank you for the offer, but I shall decline, M’Lady. We really should be on our way, scouting the forests for intruders to its sanctity. As my associate here said, humans are expected to be encroaching into these lands more so now than ever before, and if we are to hope to keep the natural essence of this place pure of their defilement, we need to be on our sharpest vigil. If you and Lord Perlivash here would be so kind as to keep us appraised of any intruders, we will do our best to turn them out of our shared home.”
Trai’eltharian stands and looks at the Grig. He bows his head politely to her, and looks about for any others in the vicinity.
Indeed
Trai’eltharian continues to mind his own business, leaning back against the tree and casually stroking the fur of the wolf sitting beside him.
Trai’el looks quizzically to Álainn. ”To some nests? They are objects. They cannot hear you. We should wait patiently for their owners to reveal themselves,” he says as he takes seat on a log near the tree line.
Trai’eltharian kneels and says a prayer over the fallen lord of the wilds as he slices the animal she throat, ending its suffering quickly. He thanks it for its sacrifice and the bounty it will provide to nature as its body perpetuates the Circle of Life. He then skins the animal expertly, as well as cleanly removes the animals antlers. He lays the hide out to dry by the fire as he begins cutting away bits of meat for the wolf and his other two companions. He then leaves the rest to the wilds to let the rest of Nature to join them in the feast. He bundles the antlers within and amongst the animal’s hide, helping to prevent them from rattling and scraping as they travel. When they move into woods, Trai’el seems to become even more in his element. As they move to the edge of the river, he whistles a bird call to his companions then points to the nests above.
”Meat is not palatable to me, but the wolf does need to eat. As do the two of you. If you cannot subsist off of the wilds as I, then I can show this animal a respectful, quick end...”
Naw I’m down with mapping as we go. It if character at least. Hahaha.
Never mind, was able to find my solution to your map woes on the go. It’s a combined map of the region I made from all the Kingmaker books from back when I ran the whole campaign for my RL group. I suggest making a Roll20 account and setting it up there. It makes using it very easy. Can reveal chunks as necessary.
Trai’eltharian looks at the pair incredulously. ”He is a beast of the wilds. He doesn’t need a name. Treat him with respect, and respect is given in turn.”
Trai’eltharian shakes his head at Álainn‘s and Enack’s back and forth. He tests his bowstring some as the talk before strapping his quiver to his hip. He kneels down and rubs his head against his wolf’s. He looks to Oleg and says ”Be cautious. You claim to have a love for nature, at least to some degree. We shall see just how far your respect for the world goes in time. And should you cross any men serving a man called the Stag Lord, get word to me and no one else.”
”Who or what is this Tyg-Tug?”
Trai’eltharian shakes his head. ”Your lives are your own. If you think you can survive out here, so be it. May nature be as kind to you as you to it,” he says as he slings his pack over his shoulder. He then looks to Álainn and the gnome, ”I believe we have things to do, correct?”
Trai’eltharian blinks his eyes as he ends his meditations just before dawn. He looks over and sees the wolf that traveled with him curled up asleep...beside the gnome that had joined them through the night. He shakes his head and moves to study the horizon. He was perturbed by the sight of Oleg and Svetlana making no sign of leaving. He eventually walked over and asked ”Have you not considered my suggestion?”
As the gnome goes to get another helping of aurochs droppings from Álainn, Trai’eltharian begins searching for his missed arrow. Either after he finds it or five minutes pass, he returns to the gathering and says to Álainn ”Your turn. I’m going to meditate.” He then finds himself a comfortable spot and sits cross-legged, his blade lieing across his lap. He places his hands on his knees and closes his eyes as he lets his mind and nature become one.
Frustrated at seeing this creature suffer, he dismissed the magic of entanglement and strides forward himself. He brings his sword down at the aged wolf. He then calls out a command in Elven, and his own wolf leaps to the attack, snapping at the other one with its teeth.
Trai’eltharian flicks the blood from his blade and turns to the next wolf. He prepares for another attack should it manage to free itself and continue to advance.
Trai’el wrings his hands around the hilt of his blade tightly before slashing out with all his might twice.
Trai’eltharian tosses his bow behind him, and draws his Elven blade, bracing for an attack should they close in enough. The wolf at his side waits patiently by his side.
"Good eye," Trai'eltharian replies to Álainn. "In that case, nature is already taking its course on their end. Let us put them to rest so that they do not need to suffer." He fires an arrow, but it doesn't fly straight through the wriggling grasses.
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