Age of Worms: Act I - The Whispering Cairn

[Ozmar]

Jorun draws his sword from the body of the godless goblin and cleans it [the sword!] reverently before sheathing it in his scabbard. "Thanks to you, Heironeous, for the strength to serve this day." he prays softly...

He counts the goblin bodies to ensure an accurate report, and then turns to the others.

"And you others? What of you? Who are you and how did you come to be fighting for your lives here against these heathen creatures?"

 

[hippocrachus]

As the battle is brought to a finish, Chryse bends his knee and offers a quick prayer to Apollo.
You have seen me safely through to another victory, Phoebus Apollo!
He comes up from his meditation and looks on the wounded soldier trying to look majestic with so much of his life's blood seeping out from him.
"It is your assistance that we are grateful for, Jorun Trask! I do believe I saw hope fading when last I left our mighty archer," he says in compliment. "Olympus has looked down on us with much favor this night, but you are hurt and need immediate tending," he adds amicably.
Chryse moves to the soldier and begins channeling his deity's power to heal him.
Grant this warrior your blessing, Apollo; he has fought bravely in our defense!

[sblock]Casting Cure Light Wounds in place of Divine Favor. 1d8+2 (Domain).[/sblock]

 

[Verbatim]

Jorun watched as a golden glow surrounded the man's hands and as the stranger touched him, he watched as the glow seemed to be absorbed from the man's hands into his own body.

The Whitecloak could feel the strength in his legs return slightly, but his knee still ached where the dagger strike had nearly crippled him.

OOC:[sblock]The CLW healed five points of damage.[/sblock]

 

[Ozmar]

Chryse moves to the soldier and begins channeling his deity's power to heal him.
Grant this warrior your blessing, Apollo; he has fought bravely in our defense!

"Hmm? Oh, yes, my thanks... Father. I did not know you were a priest. Thanks to you and your gods for the aid." Jorun marvels once again at the power of healing magic, and gives silent thanks to Heironeous and all the good gods for their protection.

OOC: Current HPs = 7.

 

[hippocrachus]

"I am Chryse L'Aura, devout of Kynthios Apollo, and I have no offspring I am aware of," he says with a smile. Knowing full-well a follower of Heironeous when he's seen one, Chryse does not bother enlightening him.
Faith is different in each heart...
"Your wounds have not fully left you, Jorun; if they are still troubling you by the morning, I will offer Apollo's aid once more."

 

[Saterus]

Now that the battle has wound down, and it looks like people will be coming back this way, Samuel darts over to the corner of the first room and hides behind the table and chairs. (OOC: Or whatever is in this room, there has to be something...)

He peaks out to see if anyone has entered the room yet and hears them all making introductions. He sees a shadow of someone come through the doorway, but it stops and continues talking to the people in the other room. Samuel realizes all to late that he tracked mud in through the door, and that even he can tell the tracks are much fresher than what the previous battle left behind...all he can do is hope they pay no attention...

 

[Verbatim]

Samuel:[sblock]Samuel manages to dart across the living room quickly into the dining area and slide behind an overturned table that is in the room.[/sblock]

Edit: Corrected kitchen to say dining.

 

[unleashed]

Orin Heartwood, Male Half-Elf Ranger

Lowering his bow Orin answers Jorun’s question. “I have no idea where these goblins came from...all I can tell you is that they must have taken up residence recently as I was here with my master only a month or two past and there was no sign of them then. As for anything having survived, well there are two very angry badgers in the kitchen from what I could hear, but apart from that I don’t know...we didn’t get around to looking upstairs before you arrived,” he says gesturing toward Shadow.

Orin nods toward the priest at the complement. “Chryse is it? Oh I finished those creatures before tending your wounds and pulling you in from the rain...when young Shadow arrived and helped by finishing that one there,” he says pointing to the one by the door.

“As for who I am, I’m Orin Heartwood...apprentice to Venelle...I was out walking after being excused from my duties for the day. I came to this abandoned office to take shelter from the approaching storm, when I spotted Chryse there being attacked by those weird birds.”

“Found anything interesting Shadow?”

Spotting some movement from the corner of his eye in the main room as he talks, Orin nocks an arrow to his bow and moves to investigate...calling over his shoulder, “I saw something dart through the main room, heading toward the dining area...I’m going to take a look.”

 

[Ozmar]

"I am Chryse L'Aura, devout of Kynthios Apollo, and I have no offspring I am aware of," he says with a smile. Knowing full-well a follower of Heironeous when he's seen one, Chryse does not bother enlightening him.
Faith is different in each heart...
"Your wounds have not fully left you, Jorun; if they are still troubling you by the morning, I will offer Apollo's aid once more."

"My thanks, Master L'Aura. I am afraid I am not familiar with the appropriate title for a leader of your faith."

In response to Orin's comments: "Seems to be a lot of people out walking in the rain today..." Seeing Orin on guard, Jorun again draws his blade and moves up with him to investigate. "What did you see, man? More goblins?"

 

[Verbatim]

Orin:[sblock]Turning to face the dining area again, you see a fresh pair of muddy footprints leading into the room and ending near the overturned table where you had placed the unconscious prophet not long ago. As you approach the table and look over it, you see a wide eyed young man, soaking wet and covered with mud, looking back up at you.[/sblock]