D&D 5E EB's ToEE and RttToEE Campaign - IC

[Binder Fred]

OOC: Amended post #111 to read "something young girls liked"

From stillness, Rana’s fingers eventually resumed their grooming, “Danger’s not so bad, child... As long as you turn it towards the right people.” Her voice sharp with the rough edge of personal convictions.

As for the rest.... Pressure on her shoulder turned her around so they could see each other “You know yourself better than anyone here.” There was no pity in her wrinkled eyes; just a frightening amount of trust... “Chose.”


When it comes time to look at the gnoll bodies: “These have come from the Fens,” informed Rana with the troubled voice of someone seeing the unexpected. “Miles and miles from here.”

 

[Neurotic]

When it comes time to look at the gnoll bodies: “These have come from the Fens,” informed Rana with the troubled voice of someone seeing the unexpected. “Miles and miles from here.”

"So? They are fast and intelligent creatures. They know about the road and good, easy pickings going through it." Zanword looks at the merchant predatorily and licks his lips as a dog might lick his chops for food.
"Yum." he grins momentarily, but grows serious in a moment

"What are Ferns, Rana? Do we have a problem? And will we have to wade through some staid water again?"

 

[Charwoman Gene]

"I don't think it's coincidence these creatures bear that symbol from long ago. I think these are more than simple raiders," muses Gwylla.

 

[Binder Fred]

"What are Ferns, Rana? Do we have a problem? And will we have to wade through some staid water again?"

She frowned, not looking his way... “Yes. Yes. And ‘fens’, FENS!” If he’d been near enough his leg would've gotten a taste of her cane. Instead she started pacing back and forth, muttering and prying at the innocent ground when she changed directions. “There are roads closer to there... And it’s no place for meat-eaters to live. No food. No *running*... The damp, the glorious damp.”

The invisible buzzing around her seemed more intense, beating in time with her puzzled frustration...

She stopped when Rebekah and then Silent Women - Gwylla? - spoke up.... then:

A sound escaped Rana’s throat. It *might* have been a choked-off cackle, or it might not.

“Isn’t it fun,” she asked with the pleased expression of the pessimists when things go horribly, horribly wrong. “I think the other side might have gotten a prophecy as well.”

 

[Neurotic]

"Sigh."
Zanword shakes his head.
"It is moving through the swamp. I knew it. The moment you lot started spouting the knowledge and especially now with ancient evil mentioned, we're going." The sailor makes the sad face and speaks resignedly. But only for sentence or two.
"Once we get there, the evil gets an earful of how to properly behave or else there will be a cane to reckon with." he deftly dodges expected swing from the said cane, but misses small vine that stretches behind his legs. He windmills his hands and manages (barely) not to fall. Not that it would make him any more muddy after the grave digging.

He sighs again.
"Kingdom for the clean beach with clean water."

 

[River Song]

Rebekah eyed the old crone suspiciously over her teacup, her knife was nestled nicely against her forearm again and people were taking care of the business of tidying up. Several items could render some small profit and she was acutely aware of her own dwindling funds.

"My dear lady," she began in a frosty tone that gave no indication of holding anyone "dear" or considering them a "lady". "You surely are not suggesting we lower ourselves to fight these creatures in the muck! When dealing with a snake one does not get onto ones belly to fight it, you step on it. It is beyond all decency to expect a lady of quality to go traipsing through lord know what and... and I have nothing to wear!" her outrage was an act and she was merely buying time to get to her real point.

"What is to be gained from it?" she hid her smile behind the cup.

 

[Binder Fred]

The old witch turned, her every move now filled with nervous energy. “My dear girl, I’m not suggesting you do anything at all. In fact, I would prefer you didn’t.” She nodded understanding, her hooded eyes somehow, darkly... satisfied: “You’re quite right: bandit hideaways stuffed with stolen goods; dark altars piled high with offerings... Nothing there to attract a lady of quality. Even if some of us ‘peasants’ were to go in, for some obscure reason, and maybe even succeed, the adoration of the masses, the... appreciation of local potentates... That gets tiresome so quickly, doesn’t it?”

 

[River Song]

Rebekah smiled inwardly, "You are most correct madam. It is the duty of the nobility to care for the plight of the average person, whilst I myself am not combative by nature, your words serve as a stark reminder that even a lady such as myself must do what she can to aid the common folk. I stand contrite and thank you for your words of wisdom on the matter; I will render what assistance I can."

Putting down the tea absently, "Now, Master Javin; where do we stand on the matter of this wheel of yours?"

 

[hero4hire]

Templeton watched the exchange of the others while happily slurping his tea. "I rather like swamps..." he put in absently.

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[Neurotic]

Zanword approches Hexiros.

"I can heal some of the wounds, if you'll allow me."
If he is given permission, he lays on hands which glow sea blue and wave of coolness rushes through the dragonborn (3hp [MENTION=23298]industrygothica[/MENTION], not much, but will help with that HD)

He repeats the procedure with Emmyr. (2hp [MENTION=6801311]KahlessNestor[/MENTION])