Any chance this is starting up again? I was just thinking about this campaign the other day.
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I think Pathfinder RPG deserves it's own fantasy film. Just saying. :) So are we going to be on hiatus for a while?
You must be busy with a movie.
White Deer: "Yes," the shaman nodded in sage agreement, "but I do not know of it. Do you Satinder?"
** spoiler omitted ** [spoiler=White Deer]
White Deer: "I learned your language from Doctor Brooke Madrigal. She was studying my people's history. That's the name she called them. Tell me your thoughts on the boy found dead on the ship."
White Deer OOC:
White Deer: "Your language calls that creature a Rhagodessa," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You explains, "There was a body of a young man found dead on the ship. His heart had been punctured and lines carved on his head."
White Deer: "What disturbs me greatly is the young man found dead on the boat. Who killed him and why? The solifugid may have been but an innocent pawn smuggled in a box and then set loose to distract from the murder and possibly this Egg as well. Perhaps finding the truth of one mystery will lead to the truth of the other."
White Deer: "No, the spirit made me realize something important was missed," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You said, "I decided to go back and found this there. I assumed it was this Egg so took it after I realized that I could not stop the fire."
White Deer: "Yes. A little bird spirit told me." Watches-Shadow-Behind-You, said. Shadow, hidden in the folds of his shirt, moved a little. You are laughing at us, aren't you? He thought.
White Deer: "No, I had no idea it was there. I only knew that I missed something."
White Deer: "An Egg-of-the-Mist," the small shaman said as he pulled out the object from his shirt, "Your people call them 'Kyber Crystals.'"
White Deer: "Oh! That was because I missed something on the boat."
White Deer: "It was. I walked down to the wooden flat table built over the water by the boat. Then a boatman yelled 'Hey! Stop! Thief!' and a human boy with hair the color of summer grass ran past me. Then the 'crane' machine dropped the crates over a tall angry man in clothes the color of night and the patience of child."
White Deer: "While on the ship, I had a dream. I sat under an overhang of tightly wrapped brier, my hands resting on my knees, my eyes closed, my breathing slow. The wind caressed me with memories. I saw the land before me, my homeland; the Talenta Plains. The landscape is made of lines, like clay drawings on the caves of my mothers, near Wayambeh. They move with all colors and lengths to follow different paths. They are like writhing snakes. Then the land breaths. I sat at the fire, smoke curling up to the Wandjina (the gods of the dream in the sky). Then my Lath speaks up. I do not know this Lath, but as his calling is Lath, he tells me where to go. 'You seek Little shadow,' he said, 'Though the sun falls hard, you will not see her until you find your dinosaur family. Seek the curious Deinonychus. He wears a sleek coat, yet is covered in hand paintings not unlike our peoples. You must help him find his own memories at the roots of his tree, or loose all memories. The wounded skeleton of the Gorgosaurus, looses his anger upon the land, but it is not his land. He flees the true Tyrannosaur, and fears it. You must end their hunt. The fastidious Triceritops, his three horns glowing bright from the light from his mind, greater than all of the Lath's of our spoken history. He stands next to others just like him, that look nothing like him. You must dream with him. They travel with the Brontomerus, a broken slave collar still around his neck. He cannot read, yet eats only books. Though he is small, he leaves tracks as large as any sauropod. Read to him. Above them, believing he is separate, flies the Quetzalcoatlus, with its sharp mind, a silent, and deadly hunter, yet frightful when angered. You must find out what he needs. Your Little shadow is gone, but if you join your Shadow with theirs, your dreams will become as one, as your families. And whatever you do, do not, I repeat, do not -' Then the dream ended when one of the crew knocked on the door."
White Deer: Watches-Shadow-Behind-You motions for his companions to sit next to him. "About a full moon ago, my son and granddaughter did not return from bird-catching in the meadows. Despite the Chief saying I should wait, I left to join them instead. While I did not find them, I found their tracks which I followed. They led me to more tracks, some horses, some men. I saw evidence of a battle and then a march to The Metal-Beast-That-Runs-On-Spears, what your people call the "Lightning Rail." From there, I asked the people I encountered and followed clues to where many large boats wait to sail the seas. I was told that they sailed towards this camp, so I boarded the large boat and rode it."
@DM Mittean Spoiler:
White Deer: Watches-Shadow-Behind-You seems to listen to the fire for a few seconds. "The Spirits like you, Garrick ir'Kraal," the shaman says when he turns back to him. He sits down cross-legged with his back to the fireplace. Smiling up at the big human, he clasps his hands. "Now tell how we straighten our stories."
White Deer: "There should be no need to straighten the story. The truth is a stick that breaks when twisted, not a rope that can be knotted as needed."
White Deer: Watches-Shadow-Behind-You is leaning on his staff by the fireplace as he looks at the flames dance. He imagines he hears his wife's voice calling to him from the fire. . . He pushes the memory aside. It will not do to live in the past. The present is the time to mend the cloth of the future. "Is now the time we are to speak to the Chief of your tribe?" He asks without turning around.
** spoiler omitted ** White Deer:
White Deer: Watches-Shadow-Behind-You eats some of the grapes. He is not sure he wants to trust the cheese--he heard it is made with mold--but he nibbles on it out of experimentation. He then picks up the object from the ship and examines it intently.
White Deer: Watches-Shadow-Behind-You would rather wash in a river or lake, but he accepts that these indoor ponds are the custom here. He places the food and all of his items by the tub, except for his clothing which he hangs neatly on the nearest hook. He gets into the water and tries to identify the fruit and cheese.
i dunno who the hell Garridan Viskalai is so i didnt say anything. i figured he was from someone else's backstory or something. I don't know who he is either. Am I supposed to?
White Tail: This tribe builds impressively large huts. Watches-Shadow-Behind-You thinks to himself. I wonder how they would pack it up if the tribe had to move? In the custom of his people, Watches-Shadow-Behind-You, his staff resting in his arm, spreads his empty palms towards Garridan and bows his head slightly. "Peace be upon us all," the grandfatherly halfling says, "I am Watches-Shadow-Behind-You. What is your name?"
Are we doing medium speed XP track?
Docks: "I was told to seek Denala of Western Breland Boarding," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You says.
Docks: After checking around and seeing nobody needing further aid, the shaman returned shaking his head.
"It seems everyone else has been helped or has fled," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You announces, "We should find a meal and a fire for our talk." He looked around at the large rigid huts the Breland tribe builds, wondering which one might be the lodge house.
docks: "I will help the injured for now," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You says to Satinder and Garrick, "But later we shall share a meal by a fire and talk of things known, unknown, and discovered." The halfling turns to go find people needing his assistance in healing.
Docks: "Things tend to have flames when they are on fire," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You says mater-of-factually. He dusts himself off.
Demon's Dream: Watches-Shadow-Behind-You stows the strange object in his shirt. He makes for the stairs in a frenzied dash.
Demon's Dream: Watches-Shadow-Behind-You lands on the crate. He quickly opens it, not knowing what he'll find.
Demon's Dream: Watches-Shadow-Behind-You hangs onto the collapsing floor. He was considering trying to make for the stairs until he says Shadow on the crate. With a great deal of effort, his muscles straining in his wiry frame, he jumps for the crate. . .
Can we combine some of these memories or do they all have to be different?
What war are you talking about?
Demon's Dream: Watches-Shadow-Behind-You goes towards the source of the fire. He chants a spell while shaking his walking stick and a miniature raincloud appears, dropping water on top of it.
Demon's Dream: "No, you need to get the help,," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You says reassuringly. "If I do not find the fire first, the help will only find embers."
Demon's Dream: Watches-Shadow-Behind-You flashes a bright toothy smile at Satinder before continuing to search for the source of the smoke.
Demon's Dream: "Smoke," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You sniffs.
He moves toward the source of the smell.
Demon's Dream: "Enlightenment from the spirits. I expect it will be coming any time now."
Demon's Dream: "Where are you?" Watches-Shadow-Behind-You says as he searches for Shadow.
Demon's Dream: "I am here spirit. Show me what I have been missing."
Watches-Shadow-Behind-You, breathing heavily, opens his mind to the senses of the physical and spiritual worlds.
I've been hitting the site all day and I finally got through. :)
Docks: Watches-Shadow-Behind-You runs back into the Demon's Dream. He thinks he may have missed something.
I don't see any value or enjoyment in it. Having both the defender and attacker roll is statistically a waste of time to me. |