narayan
Explorer
Alic, Bax, Kryslogious, Malic, Ordechai, Wrenwil
Alic: Accepts the offered keg back from Kryslogious with hesitation. "Based on that endorsement I'm not sure I'm so thirsty anymore..." He jokes before swallowing a swig and grimacing. "Ugh! Foul! I almost wish I'd drowned in that river to avoid tasting this!" He curses, heaving the keg away from camp with a mighty throw so it cracks open and spills into the ground some distance away.
Malic: Shakes his head at his son.
Ordechai: "Apologies Malic I did not mean to pry into your past..."
Malic: "It almost does not seem fair to pry into yours than does it Ordechai?"
Ordechai: "I've lived this long learning to keep my secrets to myself. It's a matter of survival, not fairness. There's been very little fairness in my life." He mutters.
Malic: "Don't think of your secrets as a burden. They may be key to riding our land of a great evil."
Ordechai: Shrugs. "We shall see..." He says stepping back to his area of the camp to prepare his own cookfire.
Alic: Can't help but notice a couple kegs Ordechai offloaded from his hogs. "Eh Kryslogious, how about you go ask Ordechai for one of those kegs?" He asks pointing at them.
Malic: Shakes his head. "Leave him be son. We are asking enough of him already."
Alic: Looks offended. "I'll pay him fair value for it!"
Malic: "Wait until after our interrogation at least. If he's amenable to the idea than, I won't argue."
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Meanwhile Wrenwil, reading deeper into the tome reveals markings of a strange wicked-looking scrawl. After a moment, you realize you recognize this infernal script from your youth in Chival when you glanced over the shoulder of an elderly priest attempting to translate evil texts from the cult of Herod. This realization frightens you, even though its beyond your ability to translate, because you remember being warned how such text is corrupting to any good soul who lays eyes on it!
[Wrenwil: Make a Will Save, DC 16] If you fail this save, the degree of corruption you'll suffer depends on how much lower your roll was from the difficulty number. A fumble on this saving throw (natural 1) would result in death or extreme madness so be ready to use a Build Point if necessary to avoid that.
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[Kryslogious, Wrenwil: What do you do?]
Alic: Accepts the offered keg back from Kryslogious with hesitation. "Based on that endorsement I'm not sure I'm so thirsty anymore..." He jokes before swallowing a swig and grimacing. "Ugh! Foul! I almost wish I'd drowned in that river to avoid tasting this!" He curses, heaving the keg away from camp with a mighty throw so it cracks open and spills into the ground some distance away.
Malic: Shakes his head at his son.
Ordechai: "Apologies Malic I did not mean to pry into your past..."
Malic: "It almost does not seem fair to pry into yours than does it Ordechai?"
Ordechai: "I've lived this long learning to keep my secrets to myself. It's a matter of survival, not fairness. There's been very little fairness in my life." He mutters.
Malic: "Don't think of your secrets as a burden. They may be key to riding our land of a great evil."
Ordechai: Shrugs. "We shall see..." He says stepping back to his area of the camp to prepare his own cookfire.
Alic: Can't help but notice a couple kegs Ordechai offloaded from his hogs. "Eh Kryslogious, how about you go ask Ordechai for one of those kegs?" He asks pointing at them.
Malic: Shakes his head. "Leave him be son. We are asking enough of him already."
Alic: Looks offended. "I'll pay him fair value for it!"
Malic: "Wait until after our interrogation at least. If he's amenable to the idea than, I won't argue."
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Meanwhile Wrenwil, reading deeper into the tome reveals markings of a strange wicked-looking scrawl. After a moment, you realize you recognize this infernal script from your youth in Chival when you glanced over the shoulder of an elderly priest attempting to translate evil texts from the cult of Herod. This realization frightens you, even though its beyond your ability to translate, because you remember being warned how such text is corrupting to any good soul who lays eyes on it!
[Wrenwil: Make a Will Save, DC 16] If you fail this save, the degree of corruption you'll suffer depends on how much lower your roll was from the difficulty number. A fumble on this saving throw (natural 1) would result in death or extreme madness so be ready to use a Build Point if necessary to avoid that.
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[Kryslogious, Wrenwil: What do you do?]