Forest of Doom - IC Thread

[Cor Azer]

"Chera, I truly hope your family is well." Paaq smiles softly, knowing little of the plains barbarians' ways, but hoping his smile imparts some hope to the freed woman. "Anvil is a few days north of this forest I believe, but we have little idea how deep into it we are, so I don't know how long it would take to get there."

He looks to Keena, then Jonath, and finally Kip.

"I cannot speak for the rest of you, and I know we're currently on another mission, but I cannot complete that quest without trying to return Chera home first. You are welcome to come, but I understand if you wish to complete our current quest instead."

OOC: I have no intention of splitting your group, S'mon, so I'm okay if I'm writing Paaq out of the game.

 

[AlphaSheWolf]

GM OOC: This isn't mentioned in Keena's background, the entirety of which is:

--Background: Keena was born in the Darkwood to a Human Ranger (cousin to Lirael on her mother's side) and an Elvin Druid. Her father was the youngest and knew any chance of achieving power in the family was slim to none, so risking disinheritance, he took off to find his own way. It wasn't long before he fell in love with the wilderness and Keena's mother. Keena followed her father's footsteps as a Ranger.

That doesn't tally with what she's telling the other PCs. Of course you're entitled to lie but we'd need to know for Bluff checks.

OOC: Who is to say she wasn't told stories of such things as a child and they incorporated into her memories. Such has happened. I have things in my memories that feel like i experienced them, that my mother has told me even tho' i wasn't born yet or way to young to remember them

 

[Patryn of Elvenshae]

Jonath Cailan:

"You are welcome to come, but I understand if you wish to complete our current quest instead."

Jonath shrugs. "You know, Paaq, the fastest way to get to Anvil from here is through the forest, and it's far safer in numbers. Should we reach the forest's northern boundary, I'll help you return the lass to her home. But until then, I think we should all hang together."

 

[AlphaSheWolf]

Jonath Cailan:



Jonath shrugs. "You know, Paaq, the fastest way to get to Anvil from here is through the forest, and it's far safer in numbers. Should we reach the forest's northern boundary, I'll help you return the lass to her home. But until then, I think we should all hang together."

OOC: Great minds do think alike. I was about to suggest the same, but had to answer a phone call from my daughter. You took the words right out of my mouth lol

Keena nodded in agreement with Jonath. "I was about to suggest the same. You, Paaq and I are responsible for her, but to wander off alone in these woods could condemn her and even us. Should harm come to her, it defeats the reason for freeing her."

 

[S'mon]

OOC: Who is to say she wasn't told stories of such things as a child and they incorporated into her memories. Such has happened. I have things in my memories that feel like i experienced them, that my mother has told me even tho' i wasn't born yet or way to young to remember them

GM OOC: It sounded from her words that she'd experienced it personally.

 

[S'mon]

OOC: Great minds do think alike. I was about to suggest the same, but had to answer a phone call from my daughter. You took the words right out of my mouth lol

Keena nodded in agreement with Jonath. "I was about to suggest the same. You, Paaq and I are responsible for her, but to wander off alone in these woods could condemn her and even us. Should harm come to her, it defeats the reason for freeing her."

GM: I'll say you're all in the hut now, and it's about 4.15pm.

Chera looks thoughtful; she rises and goes to the dead man's bed looking for a sheet to wrap around her, but the bedding is just furs. She kneels and starts searching through a backpack.

"He said he bought me a dress to wear in Mirewater..."

Eventually she finds a rather skimpy slip, and slips it over her head. When she speaks again, it is more confidence:

Chera:
"We are not far from the western forest verge (OOC: As Lirael said)... Beyond lie the plains, and the territory of the Mirewater dwarves. Quinn who bought me was well known to the Mirewater dwarves, if they see me... It is best we do not go there. North through the forest would be best, though I hear it is dangerous."

GM OOC: You have a bit under 2 hours before dusk. You know that the Forest is said to be extremely dangerous after dark, when monsters awake to hunt. Are you staying here for the night? If so, are you burying Quinn's body? Is anyone taking his potion of levitation & the 7gp?

 

[Artur Hawkwing]

OOC: I believe two of us already were working on burying Quinn's body, though not knowing his name.

Kip stays apart from the others, working on the agreed upon grave for the slain man. Once that is completed he will use the time looking for suitable rocks to make cover for the grave after the dirt is returned over the body. Once that is done, Kip will keep his distance, checking the chicken coop for chickens and/or eggs and will seek out a good spot to sleep in the shed.

 

[Patryn of Elvenshae]

Jonath Cailan:

OOC: Yep, after chatting with Paaq, Jonath's burying the man.

Before heading out of the hut, Jonath scrounges through his pack and pulls out his spare shirt, trousers, and light cloak. They're big, but he's got a needle and some thread, as well. "Chera, if you know sewin', you can trim these down to fit you. That ... heh ... dress won't last if you go trampin' through these woods. Set it aside; sell it if you want, later. I don't have a spare pair of boots that'll fit you, and I don't have the equipment to resize mine, but maybe you can find a pair here - or wrap your feet in the furs and tie them up, if we can't find anythin' else." He turns to leave, then pauses. He reaches down to his right boot, then pauses, and pulls a slim knife and its sheath from his left boot, instead. "I always carry a few extra, just in case. It's not much, but it's better than being unarmed." He presents a spare dagger to her across his palm, sheathed. "Yeh ever learn how to string and fire a bow? If not, yeh might want to learn soon - but first, I'll leave you to get some real clothes on."

Jonath leaves the hut, and, with Kip's help, begins to bury the former occupant.

OOC: Jonath's down his spare set of clothes (Traveler's Outfit, minus the boots which he's keeping) and [one of ... ] his spare daggers. Traveler's Outfit: boots, wool breeches, a sturdy belt, a shirt (perhaps with a vest or jacket), and an ample cloak with a hood

 

[S'mon]

OOC: I believe two of us already were working on burying Quinn's body, though not knowing his name.

Kip stays apart from the others, working on the agreed upon grave for the slain man. Once that is completed he will use the time looking for suitable rocks to make cover for the grave after the dirt is returned over the body. Once that is done, Kip will keep his distance, checking the chicken coop for chickens and/or eggs and will seek out a good spot to sleep in the shed.

GM: You bury Quinn and put rocks on the grave. There are several chickens scratching around in the dirt, searching the coop you scatter the hens and find 2 fresh eggs. The wood shed is an open 3-sided structure half full of wood laid out to dry. The roof gives shelter from the rain, but there is no protection from the monsters said to stalk the forest after dark.

 

[S'mon]

Jonath Cailan:

Before heading out of the hut, Jonath scrounges through his pack and pulls out his spare shirt, trousers, and light cloak. They're big, but he's got a needle and some thread, as well. "Chera, if you know sewin', you can trim these down to fit you. That ... heh ... dress won't last if you go trampin' through these woods. Set it aside; sell it if you want, later. I don't have a spare pair of boots that'll fit you, and I don't have the equipment to resize mine, but maybe you can find a pair here - or wrap your feet in the furs and tie them up, if we can't find anythin' else." He turns to leave, then pauses. He reaches down to his right boot, then pauses, and pulls a slim knife and its sheath from his left boot, instead. "I always carry a few extra, just in case. It's not much, but it's better than being unarmed." He presents a spare dagger to her across his palm, sheathed. "Yeh ever learn how to string and fire a bow? If not, yeh might want to learn soon - but first, I'll leave you to get some real clothes on."

Jonath leaves the hut, and, with Kip's help, begins to bury the former occupant.

Chera nods.

"Thank you for the clothes, sir."

She puts them on, over the slip - they're big, but she's fairly tall for a woman.

"I can walk in my bare feet... I walked here from Mirewater, and the forest floor is quite soft."

OOC: If my 4-year-old son can walk for miles across Richmond Park in his bare feet, I reckon denizens of medieval fantasy worlds can manage it.

She looks doubtfully though at the dagger.

"I... I'm not a warrior. I don't want to fight."