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Hello, everyone! This message is being posted in all my tables. Friendly reminder that I will take two weeks off soon. I will be away from July 3rd up to July 18th, and I am unsure of my ability to make posts within that period. I will try, but no promises. However, even if I can get online, I will probably put the tables I GM on hold, save for possible short posts. Thanks for understanding. I will try to include a bot-me section in my PC profiles just in case.
"Head on where, though?" Yorah chimes in. "We follow the river?" "There's also the man upstairs. We should deal with them too. Toss them over Noemy's horse and have him trialed back in town?"
"I don't see it." Yorah shakes her head. "Anyway - there are two problems in the lodge. One is unconscious, the other seems bent on leaving very soon. Any ideas?"
Hey all. Note I will be travelling over the weekend, so short posts only from my end. We're gonna toss some dice, smear our skin with fox blood, and dance naked in the light of a full moon.
Yorah looks at the hole in the ice. "Think it fell down?"
Only now realising Lilyana is gone, Yorah curses under her breath. She gestures to the blueblood to wait, and heads out to find the markswoman. "You can't go alone like this, woman! You'll get yourself impaled on a spike or something."
Yorah tilts her head. "So what you are saying is that you don't want the furs?" she points at the winter clothing Argentea put on earlier. "What do you consider appropriate in this situation?"
"I honestly don't think bandits are your biggest problem, lady." Yorah states coldly as she is strapping down her backpack again. "Speaking of which..." she turns back to the party. "What of this Izoze person? Want to deal with that now? Try to, at least? Because if we try, I think you" she points to Argentea "probably shouldn't be a part of that. I mean, if you feel like going, you do you."
Yorah climbs down the ladder. She gives the woman a friendly wave and scans her for a moment. She comes closer to the woman, snaps her a quick "Hi." and tosses her bag on the floor while Lilyana is doing her own spiel. She pulls out her waterskin, some rations, and her extra set of winter clothes. She offers all of it to the woman in the basement, but waits before closing the backpack.
Yorah watches the bandits for a while, making sure they actually leave before descending the stairs to follow Lilyana.
"I don't know about you guys, but I think we have bigger problems than a handful of ill highwaymen. I don't care about these guys, as long as they leave us alone. We have the boss up top." Yorah doesn't try to be quiet as she says that. She speaks her mind loudly, and shrugs.
Yorah hears the conversation from the stairway. She descends further. "Well..." undeterred by the bows, she sighs and gestures to the archers to go on with it. "Talk? We're wasting precious time here."
Shaking her head, flabbergasted at the outburst of emotions from the Kelish man, Yorah is quiet for a few moments. She looks at Rhokar, and back at Vhekk. Leaning towards Rhokar, she addresses him with a cold voice. "We'll talk later. and she smacks him across the head, hoping to take him out.
She turns to Vhekk. "One - Cheese has nothing to do with anything. Holes do. Two - I am not assuming this is a war of conquest. Those are your words. Three..." and she walks up to Vhekk at this point and whispers. "If you feel like having an argument, your timing is great." she nods her head towards Rhokar on the floor and steps back out of Vhekk's space. Kneeling down, she ties up the unconscious man and gets ready to move downstairs.
"Now you are just assuming. If you want to conquer land, you conquer something -not- across the continent. If you want to conquer -fertile- land, because your land is covered in snow, for example, your first move in the war is to cover the territory in snow? There are holes in this cheese."
Yorah puts the symbol in her pocket and tilts her head curiously. "Okay. Why? Why change this place to become like another?"
Yorah deadpan extends her hand towards the man, palm up. "Two things. One, I saw that. Hand it over." she waits until he hands over whatever that thing was. "Two, sweet of you you think you get to keep any clothes at all. If you want to hide something on your person, it better be on the inside."
Yorah stands up from the now-conscious man. She eyes him menacingly. "Strip while you answer that." she reaches for her rope, realising hers is still on the roof. "We should make our friend less mobile. Tie him up?"
Dice fall how they fall. Farewell, lodge leader.
Yorah tries to keep the man from bleeding out. She tears off his clothes to make some tourniquets, hoping to make use of him later.
Yorah walks over to the downed lodge commander and puts her ear to his mouth to check for breathing. "We might need this person later. For information, if nothing else."
The party's entrance was, interestingly enoguh, a little wild for Yorah, but she catches up and swipes her nails at the air to send slicing winds at the people in the room .
"Little pigs, little pigs..." Yorah whispers under her breath. "Top to bottom or other way around? We have the rope here." she points towards the center of the roof.
"Don't think they'll come out. Most of them were covered in blankets, shaking with a fever." Yorah joins in.
Yorah walks up to the side of the roof to get a visual and slashes at the air in front of her twice, sending sharp waves of air to cut up the bandits.
Yorah continues to make knots every two feet on her own rope, then buts both her own and Lilyana's rope into her backpack. "Give me a few minutes." Again, she shifts her form into one of a gray squirrel and runs towards the lodge, using various little indentations to get to the roof. She pushes herself against the chimney and switches back to her humanoid form again. Looking around, the druid ties one end of the rope around the chimney, and tosses the rest off the roof. The rope lands in the snow, and waits.
"Alright." Yorah continues to make knots on her rope. "One more rope, just in case? Anyone an volunteer theirs?"
"It's one or the other, guys. Make a pick." Yorah starts making knots on her own rope.
Yorah looks at the buildings. "Fine. Who's useful on a roof? And if so, hall or stables?"
"Simple plans are best. Least amount of things to go wrong. Someone waits at the door, we make noise with the pots, lure a few out, the heavy hitters smash their heads as they walk out, then we charge in and clean up?"
Yorah squints her eyes, slowly making eye contact with everyone. Her voice is calm but stern. "I feel like, in your heads, you're exaggerating the effects of snow. Snow on the ground does -not- help with stuff that spreads through treetops." "No. Fires."
Yorah drops her jaw. "That's not how fire works. Simple presence of water in the form of either brief mist, flowing water, or ice is not a factor." "There's also the hostage question. What if they're in the stables? I didn't see anyone odd-looking in the building."
"You said that the bandits were eating their horses, yes?" "Uh..." set aback, the herbalist thinks for a second as she looks at the Kelesh man. "Nevermind." she stops herself from talking as the conversation between others moves on. She waits her turn, and jumps in. "Two things on my mind." she whispers to the bunch. "One - we probably want this person on the upper floor restrained, not dead. They might know things?" she shrugs. "Second - I know something about fire. Large fires are visible. Very much so. From long distances. If they are large enough, they are loud as well. Also..." she sighs "Can't believe I have to say this, but - let's not start a fire in the middle of a forest?"
The squirrel returns back to the party, and trns back to a dromaar form in a puff of cold fog. "I saw 12 people. 7 of those seemed down with some sort of illness. I also saw 3 undead. Those were either protecting or keeping an eye on the potential leader on the second floor." "If you all are good climbing, I could drop a rope from the roof, and we could break in from the top, take out the leader and the undead. Then go downstairs and subdue the rest. Most of them are half-out, so... It's an idea."
In her squirrel form, Yorah leaves the others behind while they deal with the trap. She carries onwards to the lodge proper to check out the interior and the number of threats. Squeak, squeak.
"Alright. I should be right back, but if you hear screams, they are in trouble." Yorah nods, and pulls out another berry from her pouch. Again, it turns into a small cloud that envelops her, and dissipates, revealing a pale squirrel. The critter immediately starts heading for the lodge to see what's up, and disappears from sight.
"I can..." Yorah steps in again "try to scout? As something smaller?" she shrugs "A squirrel or something?"
"I suppose the big question is - what are they capable of?" Yorah whispers while kneeling down and hiding behind a tree trunk. "So - plan? One step at a time - cut off the rope bridge?"
After the bandit is out of eyesight, a cloud of smoke surrounds the rabbit. A second later, Yorah walks out of the mist cloud "So we're just a few minutes away from our mark. I can use a similar trick to check the place out. When we get closer. I just need to recenter. Give me a few minutes. If you think another approach is better, put it don't he table." After saying that, she sits down in the snow and muses on something.
Up until now only watching from afar, the white rabbit makes a series of short leaps closer to the crowd and tilts its head curiously.
Hey, all. Sorry for being slow at the moment. Real life stuff is happening and will also be tomorrow. I'll get back on track as soon as possible. Thanks for the patience.
Yorah crouches down as she hears the man. "I'll try to go around the guy so we have him pincered. In case something happens. Give me a moment " She pulls out a seed from her pouch, mumbles something and the seed quietly transforms into a cloud of fog, enveloping the woman. It only takes a moment until the cloud dissipates, but once it's gone, Yorah is nowhere to be seen. Instead, you see a small white rabbit. It sits down, raises its front legs, and you could swear it waves at you. A second later, the rabbit is on the way around the clearing to flank the digging man.
I think only core classes and a few others will get a remaster. The rest will just get an errata. Guns and Gears and Dark Archive classes probably won't get a full remaster. Rage of Elements already has remaster stuff in it.
"Eh." Yorah waves her hand dismissively. "Something will eat them. When they thaw... eventually." She packs up her things, and stands up, waiting for everyone to finish whatever they are up to.
"Yeah, I'll take a look, Maq'la." Yorah walks up to the orc, pulls out her healer tools, and gets to work.
As she does that, she listens to what others have to say. "We should find these hunters. Hopefully, they are still alive." She keeps giving the center of the clearing curious glances every now and then. Once she is done with Maq'la, she asks everyone to step aside from the center. She pulls out a seed from her pouch, and throws it into the snow just below her feet. A plant suddenly sprouts from the ground, grows into a 15 ft tall tree, and suddenly whithers and falls over unto the center of the clearing.
"Well... So much for the White Stag." Yorah takes a breather as she sits in the snow "Everyone okay? Where's Maq'la?" The half blood starts looking around, a bit of worry in her eyes, and suddenly Maq'la grows back to her former size. As she reemerges from the snow, Yorah is set aback, then realises what is happening. "Okay." She lifts her index finger as she finishes catching her breath. "Quick question. What the hell just happened?" "Fairies are setting up traps for the locals? Am I reading this right?"
Oh, sweet. Will get to it tomorrow. Had little time to post today.
Fair enough. Back to full slots it is. It's not easy being green, right Maq'la? Spell prep:
Primal DC 17 (Attack +7)
Cantrips:
Level 1:
Focus Spells
I need a better way to do this. Anyone has suggestions? First time running a prep caster in PbP, really. I could just stick with pathbuilder, I suppose? But I'd rather have something posted here for tracking purposes.
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