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D&D 5E Witcher: Mother of Monsters


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Toppling off of Fergus' blade with a gurgle of black blood as the witcher pushes its head back, the drowner collapses to the earth. With the last of the seven drowners slain, the unseasonal harvest moon still bathes the forest in a ruddy hue, and the voices of bewildered peasants stirring at night are audible in Lower Posada.
 

"Bravo very well done, for a moment I didn't think you would make it and almost stepped in, that trick you did Mr.witcher was amazing you shall have to teach me." A young elf steps out from the tree line brushing his scraggly blond hair from his face revealing his big bright green eyes that are darting around the scene, a big grin crosses his face."I'm Tamaran, you must be the party escorting Odvara. I'm here to help."
As the elf finishes speaking a large black wolf casually strolls from the opposite side of the clearing.[/b]"Oh this is Nanakai"[/b]
 

Talashia whirls to look at the newcomer, sparks of lightning sizzling and popping across her shoulders and arms, and across the swirling tresses of her long red hair. Tamaran smells ozone for moment, feels the hairs on his arms starting to stand up...then the sensation fades as she lowers her hand.

"Excuse me," she says dryly, "I'm a little...on edge at the moment." The sorceress gives the drowner that had been trying to attack her a swift kick. Electrical charge discharges at the contact with a bright flash and a sharp cracking noise.

With a glance at the moon overhead she adds, "We should find better shelter before getting too far into pleasantries, I think."
 

Fergus wipes his blade on the grass. He give the dwarf a look, then the elf. He raises an eyebrow at the elf's comment. He nod in agreement with Talashia. "Back to the inn. You two should come if you are....involved" he finished after a pause.
 

"I don't know, lass - I'll ask 'em," the dwarf growls, glaring at his hammer. Then he turns to look at Fergus and, past him, towards those inside the cottage. "Anyone wounded?" he calls in a basso rumble that is soft but carries well. He bangs his shield against Fergus' shield before stowing his own, then nods up at the warrior. "Well fought, witcher - we make a good team." Barakor tugs a cloth from his pack and is wiping drowner remains off of his hammer when Tamaran appears. Barakor sniffs loudly, then murmurs to his hammer, "Do you smell that, Wulffleda? I smell wet dog, and its been a week or more since we've had fresh meat." An accompanying gurgle from his stomach punctuates the odd, one-sided conversation.

"Now, where's the lady witcher they sent me to find?"
 

Talashia whirls to look at the newcomer, sparks of lightning sizzling and popping across her shoulders and arms, and across the swirling tresses of her long red hair. Tamaran smells ozone for moment, feels the hairs on his arms starting to stand up...then the sensation fades as she lowers her hand.

"Excuse me," she says dryly, "I'm a little...on edge at the moment." The sorceress gives the drowner that had been trying to attack her a swift kick. Electrical charge discharges at the contact with a bright flash and a sharp cracking noise.

With a glance at the moon overhead she adds, "We should find better shelter before getting too far into pleasantries, I think."


The young Source turns her back to the opening the in the door, to the Witcher. There were still little sparks of energy surrounding the sorceress so she proceeded carefully.

Looking frightened and wide eyed she said in a soft voice, "Please don't tell," she nodded her head slightly toward the door, "About the," and wiggled her fingers. "It was my fault. The moon. And the creatures. They come to the moon. I can't always, you know, control it." She looked down at her own fingers and fidgeted. "I'm a little scared of her. That one. So I thought it best for her not to know?"
 

Talashia rubs her jaw and scowls as she shakes her head.

"I wouldn't worry about being overheard. The witchers and warriors are all too busy congratulating each other on how great they were in the fight to hear anything we're saying."

She glares down at the drowner again, remembering perhaps how her call for aid went unheeded.

"Still. Work on control. A surprise like that could end us if it came while we were already in a fight."
 

"I know I have to. I just don't really know... how to. I've been on my own a long time. I mean, my teacher's been gone. I've been with Ferg..."

A sudden flash of recognition crossed her face and she looked a little panicked again. "Oh! I uh, he would have come-..." she said as she rushed out of the crumbling building, slipping on the guts of dead drowner, tripping over some rubble, passing the other Witcher with a bit of a wide berth, giving her an uncomfortable smile as she passes.

"I hope you fared alright in that!"

She continued quickly out and into the night, where Fergus was standing with a strange dwarf. She jumped into his arms. "What HAPPENED to you??? We were calling you!! We could have DIED!!!!"

She slid back out to the ground then punched him in the arm. "I was worried."
 

Tamaran looks at the crackling energy discharging into the air"Perhaps jumping out the bushes just as the last fiend falls wasn't my best move, but I must profess you where all doing so wonderfully and I am I'll equipped to deal with rotters"

Tamaran observes as someone comes running out of the hut in less than graceful fashion screeching as she hurls herself at one of the witchers and he wonderedAre they together how odd?She seemeed just fine defending herself before and she was with Sparky.

Inn, do we have to stay in an inn, there so boring and full of people, I know a wonderful spot under the stars. We could roast nuts round a campfire and swap stories.
 

Into the Woods

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