I am going to bow out. I simply have lost the drive for this game, not because of you, but it is to large for me. I have discovered that I am more comfortable with smaller games with 4 or 5 players. Thanks for the good times.
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While the laws you are suggesting Wyssal are compelling I don't feel my character would support them. He sees them as to lenient. We have just completed a segment where "common robbery" was sentenced to dead or indentured service in the military as I recall.
I am a bit lost as to the groups are we going with the ones Fhârn suggested?
Also checking back in. I have lost the big picture in all these posts I have to catch up upon. Could one give me a few bullet points?
Does that mean that I can attempt to reduce unrest now or is thta in the next kingdom phase a month from now?
"Besiege?" Vors half asks half contemplates as Bej urges him one. "Splendid idea, I'll meet you by the stables," he replies and quickly goes to gather weapons and armour, before heading to the stable and saddling his horse. As Bej gallops of Vors follows the large man as soon as he is ready. Once they are in the trees he dismounts, ties his horse and slowly approach the edge of the trees to get a better view. Crouching besides Bej he asks: "Do we know any thing about the enemy? Who and how many?"
When should we perform our functions in the kingdom to preserve the bonuses?
I for one wouldn't have much to do during dwon time and would be happy to join a group for further exploring during what down time others may need.
"We do have some unfinished business," Vors remarks as Anastacia is done with the burial and the worgs. Once back in the safety of Olegs Vors relaxes and enjoys a healthy helping of food and ale. He isn't terrible pleased with the fight and spends some time contemplating how to improve, but ends up doing weapon and strength drills.
"Won't those beast be back?" Vors asks. "Not that we should hunt them now, we'll never catch them, but later, he continues. As they set up camp he walk to Dareon and says: "I am not sure what happened, but I think you saved me, I just can't shake that feeling."
Just as he begins to try and scale the stone wall it disappears and Vors finds himself on ground level. With blood still flow from his numerous wounds, he immediately draws his blade looking for the next threat. He growls threatening and walks towards his the others blade raised ready to strike. As Anastacia hurries towards him he struggles and manages to pierce the red gaze before dropping his blade and sinking to the ground. Looking tired at Anastacia from his place on the ground he smiles and replies: "Not any more thanks to you and your god, but I could do with a good nights rest. How are the rest of you faring?"
Standing at the bottom of the pit without any opponent Vors looks around at the walls for handholds, root, anything to start his climb. Frustrated he roars, grabs a stone and toss it at the wall.
So how the beast raging within Vors recognises Dareon's voice and heeds the call. As the ground opens he is prepared and his aching body does its best to migrate the fall. Landing in the bottom of the pit he smiles wickedly at the worg which was unfortunately enough to join him. Then his inner fire won't let he wait any more and he gleefully swings his blade over and over again.
With blood now flowing from several wounds most of Vors still stands tall amongst his three attackers. The relentless attacks on stroke his inner bonfire. Pulling his blade free of the ground he yells his challenge at the worgs, the red haze of the berserker now clouds his vision and he sweeps his blade at the moving shadows.
The continued bleeding is draining his power and while the rage does its best to support him, a damaged left arm causes his overhead blow to miss the intended worg and bury itself in the ground. His vision becomes blurry as the rage releases even more adrenaline. Pouring fuel on the blaze.
Suddenly finding himself on the ground with multiple bleeding wounds only fuels Vors' anger. Growling threatening, he jumps to his feet avoiding most of the snapping jaws around him. The one that closes around his let arm is rewarded with a pommel bashed into its skull. Then it releases its hold.
The rage once again takes hold of him and Vors regress to a primal self. His field of vision shrinks to a tunnel and at the end of this are the Worgs in front of him. He challenges them but all that comes forth is a howl. Then he runs, as fast as his feet are willing to carry him, his blade ready to slice like a dragons talon.
"I see them," Vors replies, then dismounts and lets the reigns go so the horse is free to run. He draws his claymore. "I think sadly you're mistanking, this is our land," Vors challenges the one which spoke.
Barbarian level 6
Forcing a smile Vors replies: "i would rather we didn't meet it, if it's the same to you."
Vors stand his ground as the bear approach, allowing the creature free roam of the food, keeping an eye of for the safety of the others. As they begin to wake up, Vors makes sure that the bear doesn't changes its preference in regards to food source. After inital feasting he gently ushers the bear away from the more important parts of their supplies.
"In time they might come closer as more land is settled," Vors remarks waiting for a reaction.
Dareon's question peaks Vors' attention. He looks interested at their host for his response. The noble hadn't consideret that. Sure they had asked the fairies but not the human.
"I take it you haven't found him then and lost track?" Vors inquires looking around the room. "Have you considered the security of a town?"
"And I would be a bad guest to refuse," Vors says as he dismounts. "I am sure we can spare the time?" he asks Anastacia. Following his host, he inquires: "Tell me more about this brother of yours."
Vors smiles at the man's misunderstanding. You are half right, my name is Vors Garess, Lord Orlovsky might ride by another time. Who are you and what do you do in this lonesome place?"
Vors enjoys the night drinking and eating under a real roof and as the shadows turns long he finds a bed and sleeps soundly. The next morning before heading out he inquires about his blade with Oleg.
Grinning as they approach the outpost Vors turn to the others. "Now it is time for good ale and a bed under a roof." Once benched in the common room with a pint of ale he looks to the others there. "Now it is time for stories, you must have some. We certainly do," he bellows.
"A good idea Anastacia," Vors says moving away from the conversation towards the horses.
"Are there any trees that move around?" Vors asks.
The last statement puzzles Vors, how can someone be friend with trees? These are indeed strange lands.
Is there somewhere I can read more about kingdom construction buildings etc? I am thinking either Bonus tactics - Dirty fighters or Relentless Brutality. Another opton could be Merciless
Vors can't help himself smiling at the struggle between the two for the last berry as the creature speaks he pauses, not sure what to expect, but certainly not this.
"Clever little bastards," Vors mumbles to himself as he puts two and two together realising the ruse. Allowing Anastacia to speak Vors keep an eye on the pseudodragon in the trees.
"Where is the silver tongue, when you need her," Vors remarks and ask: "Rowan would you try?"
As they begin their journey that day Vors happily claps his belly. "nothing brings joy like a healthy meal," he say and continues: "It was a feast fit for kings yesterday." When Rowan comments on their new companions Vors asks: "Are there any danger?"
"I hope the meat is all the more tastier," Vors says grinning as Bej and Rowan cuts the meat.
Feeling the hand on his shoulder and the rush of energy flowing through it he looks up with a tired smile. "I can't help it, it is a family thing," he says. Standing up he continues: "I like the way you think, a shelter from the wind and a good roast. I am afraid I am not very good with the finer cuts."
Delighted by their victory Vors turns his head towards the sky and gives voice to his joy, startling a nearby flock of small birds that takes to the air. With this howl however ends his rage and he slumps to his knees dropping his weapon trying to regain his breath.
Barely sensing Bej's touch, Vors primal instincts welcomes the strength it brings and with renewed vigor he launches himself at the boar swinging his blade downwards at boar's skull.
Invigorataed by his succes Vors howls at the beast bleeding before him, slashing a second time. The angle of the blade is however wrong and glances of the boar's hide.
What ever response Vors might have had to Bej's words are lost as the ungodly large boar destroys every bush or branch in its way. The adrenaline pulses through his veins and suddenly he is a primal, as furious as the boar. His primitive challenge echoes trough the forest as he charges the beast.
"The forest seems like a reasonable place to seek shelter." Vors remarks following the inclination of the group. Turning to Bej, he smiles and says: "I should be reasonable protected, but thanks for your concern."
When the giant boar breaks cover Vors quickly dismounts, drawing his sword. "Erastil just couldn't restrain himself with this one," he says while reading his strike when the beast comes within in range.
Shaking his head in disbelieve Vors states: "That is certainly one way to do it. Is the pony all-right?"
Gently taking a step away from the bushes and Bej Vors asks: "Are the berries worth the hassle?" He is a bit surprised by how dangerous the nature is down here in the green belt.
I am good on weapons, have a mw cold iron waiting for me at Oleg's hopefully
As they begin their journey back in a somewhat smaller group Vors enjoys the rays of the sun and the somewhat quieter times. The rolling hills makes him reminisce the joys of home. Noticing at the berries he smiles. "Any one else fancy a little sweet?" he asks. He dismounts and approaches slowly. The silk puzzles him and He stops cautiously looking for signs of what spiders may inhabit the web.
@Dante - I'll take the amulet then, and you can have the belt fair? |