Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]

[deadestdai]

Baja watches Tristan intently, awaiting a signal to leap out and aid him in attack/defense, should anything go "wrong".

 

[Voadam]

Kyron readies himself to step forward in support of Kiera and flare his life essence to brilliance as she presumably will step forward to flare her god's power to demonstrate the group's colors and anounce them. Kyron's sword is sheathed, his hand is not near the hilt, his posture relaxed and assured.

 

[Ferrix]

Kiera will step forward, the blazing sun of Pelor on her breast the only colors she knows. Calling up to the rocky crag "Greetings, my name is Kiera and these are my companions." She hopes to get a feeling for their reaction to them from the sound of their voices if possible.

[diplomacy +4, sense motive +6]

 

[Ashy]

An arrow buries itself up to the fletching in the sands in front of Kiera's feet. The same voice from above bellows, "Them purdy lites, but them not ya colors! Show yar colors, declare your alliegances, or draw yar warlord's symbol in da sand or die! We'll not be fooled by yar purdy lites!"

Kiera:

Spoiler

Diplomacy check: 1d20+4: (2) + 4 = 6, Sense Motive check: 1d20+6: (16) + 6 = 22 - You sense brimming anger and fear behind those words, bridled only by hesitation. You have no doubt that they will attack, but you think that they would rather not, if they had their druthers.

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan looks up at the archers in outrage.

"Do not presume to question the veracity of our statements!"

He points at Kiera's symbol.

"Those are our colors. They may not be on a flag, but they are the symbol that we serve under."

He uses his javelin's head to draw the circle and radiating lines of Pelor's symbol in the sand at his feat.

"I declare our allegiance thusly: We all serve the Radiant One, Pelor. He is no warlord, but he is our commander nonetheless. And this IS his symbol!"

Realizing he may have gone to far in berating the archers he falls silent then, but still stares upwards.

 

[deadestdai]

As Kiera and Tristan shout up at the bow wielding peoples, Baja, quite outraged at the arrow being shot at his boss, skirts the spire (back against the wall to minimise being seen) to see if he can find a way up.

 

[Ashy]

Tristan looks up at the archers in outrage.

"Do not presume to question the veracity of our statements!"

He points at Kiera's symbol.

"Those are our colors. They may not be on a flag, but they are the symbol that we serve under."

He uses his javelin's head to draw the circle and radiating lines of Pelor's symbol in the sand at his feat.

"I declare our allegiance thusly: We all serve the Radiant One, Pelor. He is no warlord, but he is our commander nonetheless. And this IS his symbol!"

Realizing he may have gone to far in berating the archers he falls silent then, but still stares upwards.

Again come the sounds of a confused debate - you can make out two or three distinct voices now - but the language is utterly alien. The debate ends quickly, followed again by the voice you have heard twice before. "Ya serve no warlord, eh? Be ya seeds?"

 

[Ashy]

As Kiera and Tristan shout up at the bow wielding peoples, Baja, quite outraged at the arrow being shot at his boss, skirts the spire (back against the wall to minimise being seen) to see if he can find a way up.

Baja has little trouble slipping away while everyone's attention is riveted on the potential dangers above.

Baja:

Spoiler

As you skirt around the west side of the spire's base (everyone else is pretty much due south) you soon find what appears to be a possible path that goes up onto the base itself, following a large ridge of stone that appears to have once been crafted by the flow of water.

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan looks around at his companions and shrugs.

"Seeds?"

[ooc - knowledge(forge) +12, anything aout warlords or seeds?]

 

[Vendetta]

((OOC: Xerxes KS The Forge +14))