Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]

[ferretguy]

Opening his mouth, about to say that they were sent by gods unknown here, Julian quickly changes to I am Julian, an monk of humble skills and unfortunatly I also do not remember this one you speak of. Although this could be do to the suddeness of my being, being taken from my world and into this one...anyway, how we arrived here doen't matter, it would seem that my friends and I could be of aid to you, as you for us.It is as my old masters would say 'A friend unknown to you is also unknown to your enemies.' .He smiles as friendly as he can hoping to defuse a potentually bad situation.

OOC: possible diplomacy check Roll 17 +5 (skill) 22 total.

 

[Ashy]

Isror cocks a furry brow and chews on his bottom lip for a moment. He looks the group over and then speaks. "It seems as if something is diff'rent wit' ya seeds...but it is somethin' tha' I'd like ta know more about. Bring yar animals in here and once you make 'em comfortable, please join us through there-", the ram man points to the dark hole that Qyt'tyl entered into and exited from earlier. He grins slightly, hearing Baja's stomach growling. "It seems tha' we're in need of an excuse to answer some of yar questions, and I think a meal would sit rightly wit' all of us."

Isror turns, leaving his axe in its place, and helps his "missus" up, saying, "Come, Yana, m'love", and giving Yarish a nudge with his right hoof, "Com'on, lovebird. Let's go get dinner ta pipin'." He then turns to look at Qyt'tyl. "Once 'ey get their mounts in, close up and give 'em some time in private."

Again, he looks at the group, "See ya soon. Don't take too long, 'r else th' food'll get cold..."

 

[Ferrix]

Taken slightly aback by the bold halfling, Kiera will let a laugh that sounds far more like a young girl than most amongst her companions have ever heard. However it is soon followed by the seriousness of a leader. She gets to her feet, smiling at Yarish, walking past her companions with a uncustomary lilt to her step and goes to retrieve her mule.

 

[deadestdai]

Baja, seeing that his new host seemed to trust the party well enough that he had not taken his axe, also decides to leave his club in the room as he enthusiastically follows through for this proposed meal.

 

[Ashy]

The tunnel leading from the main cave is fairly small; there are more than a few times that Baja thinks that he is not going to be able to make it. However, he finally manages to squeeze through (it is likely that the thought of food drives him onward with zeal) and he (as well as the others) eventually emerge into a similiarly structured, but smaller cave.

Whereas the first cave was oblong, this one is more cylindrical; its primary feature are the dark holes that riddle the walls and it is decorated one one end with bedrolls and personal effects and at the other with the tools and implements of daily life. In the center of the chamber is a small, well-tended firepit overwhich hang several pots on a cleverly constructed metal spit-like apparatus. However, this device seems to have been made for the express purpose of being able to cook over an open flame, as it has a mesh grill suspended from a sturdy A-frame - this grill makes the perfect cooking platform.

Circling the fire-pit are some large folded blankets, upon which Isror, Yana, and Yarish are sitting. They motion for you to join them (Yarish motions excitedly for Kiera to sit next to him, patting the blanket like a giddy school-boy) and as you do, Qyt'tyl joins you, nodding and chittering quickly to Isror. "Ah", Isror nods, and then tells the party, "Qyt'tyl has asked me t'tell ya that yar mounts have been tended to for th' night, food'n'water has been given ta 'em, and there's an unseen servant 'at'll see 'at they're properly brushed an' whatnot."

The ram-man then speaks with a very serious tone, looking to the party slowly, one at a time. "We're all friends here. We-" he motions to his companions, "mean ya no ill will. We have no love of th' Warlords and only fools love th' Flock. Set yar minds t'ease here. There're not many places on th' Forge where such a conversation as this'n can take place safely, but it seems 'at yar lord, this Pee-lor, 'as blessed ya by bringin' ya here. Now, please, start from th' beginning, an' we'll try our best ta answer all of yar questions 'at we can..."

Isror nods to Qyt'tyl and suddenly a flame sparks amid the tinder in the firepit. The ram-man and his wife begin to cook as they all listen...

 

[Vendetta]

"You are most gracious, sir." Xerxes says as he sits and looks to Kiera.

 

[Voadam]

Thank you. I would know more of the Flock. From what you have said I gather they are the ones who bring in others from other worlds, they bring in seeds? You mentioned they are also slaves. Slaves to who or what?

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan nods to their hosts as he takes a place by the fire, shedding his pack, and placing it against a wall so Raak doesn't fall off. He clanks slightly as he seats himself. He watches the others converse for a moment, and having nothing else to contribute, he prepares himself to answer Isror's question when the time becomes right. He takes one finger, and carves the other army's symbol into the dirt next to him.

 

[Voadam]

Also I would know if they send things out from this world as well as pull them in.

 

[Ferrix]

Kiera will sit next to the halfling, perhaps to appease his boyishness or something else, otherwise she'll watch her companions. For now, she is feeling a good meal is what is needed to get her going again.