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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]
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Taking a dep breath and making sure his club was easy to bring to bear if needed, Baja ducks into the opening and pauses for a bit to get used to the lighting and to take in his surroundings.
Kiera follows her companions up the path into the cave, the radiance from her armor pouring outwards like a sun.
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Ashy
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OOC: I'm assuming that everyone follows Kiera up to the cave, if not, please post your actions.
The cave in the spire is small, and the crack in the rock is even smaller. Baja has a tough time squuezing through even when turned sideways. His warrior's instinct shudders when he thinks about trying to fight his way inside... The space inside is smooth, amber colored stone, the walls and ceiling worn away by eons of water, wind, or both. The entire cave is no more than twenty feet across and not quite half that distance wide and pockmarked by unusual-looking holes that lead off into darkness. The holes range in size from no larger than an ink quill to larger than Baja's head and they give the cave the appearance of a haphazardly arranged honeycomb; several rods, each capped with a continual light stone, cast light that, once reflected from the walls, gives off a warm, honeyed glow. It appears that at the end of the cave, to your left, a tunnel winds down and into the body of the spire itself, vanishing quickly into darkness.
There are four individuals within the cave, and only two are standing. Before you is what appears to be a large, heavily muscled and scarred humanoid ram. It looks at you with golden eyes and a stern look on its features - a large, ornate battle axe (that looks as if it has seen just as much battle as its owner) sits propped against the cave wall within easy reach; a bow and a quiver nearly spent of arrows lies nearby. The creature wears no clothing or armor, but does sport an intricate leather harness that is covered with pouches, loops, and fastners of various types; eight golden bands, three on each horn, and one on each bicep, each with a detailed inscription adorn its body.
The other creature that stands before you is strikingly odd. It looks like nothing so much as a human-sized insect (strikingly similiar to a praying mantis), with four "arms", and two "legs". Each of these appendages appears exactly the same as the others with massive, serrated and barbed carapaces; however, this creature also sports at least twelve (the exact number is hard to tell) whipping and undulating tentacles. These tentacles are never still and they grow out of the carapace on the thing's back and sides. This creature looks at you with unfeeling, black, and multi-faceted eyes; it clacks its mandibles at you and emits a humming-buzz.
In the far left corner of the cave, near the the tunnel, lies (upon a makeshift bed of clothing and blankets) a halfling in light-colored robes. The tiny, blond-headed fellow sports several wounds, all of which have been bandaged with obvious care and skill; his eyes are closed, but you cannot tell if he still breathes or not.
At his side, with a worried look upon its feature, squats another ram-creature. This one seems slightly smaller than the other, and its golden-green eyes flit from you to the back of the other, larger ram creature. It is obvious that this ram-creature has been tending the wounds of the halfling, as an opened medical kit (much depleted) sits on the ground before it.
The standing ram-creature speaks, "Welcome, seeds. Qyt'tyl here says 'Welcome to refuge'... It ain't much, but it'll keep tha cold outta yar bones."
The cave in the spire is small, and the crack in the rock is even smaller. Baja has a tough time squuezing through even when turned sideways. His warrior's instinct shudders when he thinks about trying to fight his way inside... The space inside is smooth, amber colored stone, the walls and ceiling worn away by eons of water, wind, or both. The entire cave is no more than twenty feet across and not quite half that distance wide and pockmarked by unusual-looking holes that lead off into darkness. The holes range in size from no larger than an ink quill to larger than Baja's head and they give the cave the appearance of a haphazardly arranged honeycomb; several rods, each capped with a continual light stone, cast light that, once reflected from the walls, gives off a warm, honeyed glow. It appears that at the end of the cave, to your left, a tunnel winds down and into the body of the spire itself, vanishing quickly into darkness.
There are four individuals within the cave, and only two are standing. Before you is what appears to be a large, heavily muscled and scarred humanoid ram. It looks at you with golden eyes and a stern look on its features - a large, ornate battle axe (that looks as if it has seen just as much battle as its owner) sits propped against the cave wall within easy reach; a bow and a quiver nearly spent of arrows lies nearby. The creature wears no clothing or armor, but does sport an intricate leather harness that is covered with pouches, loops, and fastners of various types; eight golden bands, three on each horn, and one on each bicep, each with a detailed inscription adorn its body.
The other creature that stands before you is strikingly odd. It looks like nothing so much as a human-sized insect (strikingly similiar to a praying mantis), with four "arms", and two "legs". Each of these appendages appears exactly the same as the others with massive, serrated and barbed carapaces; however, this creature also sports at least twelve (the exact number is hard to tell) whipping and undulating tentacles. These tentacles are never still and they grow out of the carapace on the thing's back and sides. This creature looks at you with unfeeling, black, and multi-faceted eyes; it clacks its mandibles at you and emits a humming-buzz.
In the far left corner of the cave, near the the tunnel, lies (upon a makeshift bed of clothing and blankets) a halfling in light-colored robes. The tiny, blond-headed fellow sports several wounds, all of which have been bandaged with obvious care and skill; his eyes are closed, but you cannot tell if he still breathes or not.
At his side, with a worried look upon its feature, squats another ram-creature. This one seems slightly smaller than the other, and its golden-green eyes flit from you to the back of the other, larger ram creature. It is obvious that this ram-creature has been tending the wounds of the halfling, as an opened medical kit (much depleted) sits on the ground before it.
The standing ram-creature speaks, "Welcome, seeds. Qyt'tyl here says 'Welcome to refuge'... It ain't much, but it'll keep tha cold outta yar bones."
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Looking with concern upon the halfling, Kiera says "Thank you for the refuge. Your companion, I can help him," gesturing towards the wounded one. "I am a healer," shedding her shield, she'll hopefully move unimpeded towards the corner where the halfling lies and make a heal check.
[Heal +13]
[Heal +13]
Ashy
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Ferrix said:
The ram-creature cocks a furry brow and comments, "Ya really must be seeds. Shure! 'Fury knows that poor ol' Yarish can use all tha help he can get!" A slight frown crosses his features as his eyes follow Kiera and fall upon the wounded halfling. "Thrice-damned minons of tha Asherake! We'll get 'em for this!"
Qyt'tyl screeches his reply with a gnashing of mandibles, his tentacles whipping frantically...
Kiera:
Heal check: 1d20+13: (2) + 13 = 15 - You surmise that the halfling has sustained several wounds, but none of them overly life-threatening. However, if not healed soon, they will likely result in infection, which could be deadly to the tiny fellow; his will to live is nearly spent. Also, the wound on his leg, if not tended to properly, would without a doubt result in a horrible limp for the halfling.
Ashy
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The ram-man snorts, "Why d'ya think we're holed up in here, scared like rabbits? We bow ta none of 'em, lest til we see that there be one worth bow'n'ta! We once paid homage ta th' Asherake - er, da Grand Asherake, ta hear some poor bastards talk! Ain't nuthin' grand 'bout 'em, if'n ya ask me. A heartless, greedy-grubbin' warlord if ever one walked th' sands, suren!" The fellow takes a breath and tries to regain a bit of his composure.
"We're free here. Scratchin' out a livin' - barely, but at least we're free." The ram-creature extends his hand to Kyron; it looks like a normal human's hand: five fingers, nails and all, with the sole exception that it (like the rest of his body) is covered with a thick layer of fine, wool-like, and dirty-white hair.
"M'name's Isror and this is my missus, Yana-", he indicates the female ram-creature with a slight wave of his other hand. "How long ya been 'ere? Where ya from?"
"We're free here. Scratchin' out a livin' - barely, but at least we're free." The ram-creature extends his hand to Kyron; it looks like a normal human's hand: five fingers, nails and all, with the sole exception that it (like the rest of his body) is covered with a thick layer of fine, wool-like, and dirty-white hair.
"M'name's Isror and this is my missus, Yana-", he indicates the female ram-creature with a slight wave of his other hand. "How long ya been 'ere? Where ya from?"
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