Olgar Shiverstone
Legend
Hmmm, Valgrim as a spy for the evil cult. Hadn't considered that before, thanks!
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Banewarrens d20 (Angelsboi's party)
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diaglo
Adventurer
It's payback time
This night at the Watchtower was just as lighthearted as the party's last visit. Jehovah witnessed a different side to the party. Alya entertained the troops.
The next morning found the party on the trail once again in good spirits. No sign of the bandits. So they settled on a trip to the Barrows. The normal watch routine was established that night. They hadn't gone far on their second day out of the tower, when they saw several figures on the road, 5 to be exact and very familiar. The party dismounted a little a way from the orcs. Three of the orcs stood in the road, 2 others had bows ready off to the side. Sully and Erin covered themselves in magic.
"So you have returned," the head Orc spoke. She, but who could tell, was unarmored. "You must pay the same toll as before."
"I don't think so," Vlad replied.
Sully quickly backed up the warrior with a flash of color. The lady orc lost her vision. And one of the guards fell over. Alya sang out. She touched Fiddle and he vanished from sight. Darian lowered his shield and charged one of the guards. The orc flew back 5 feet. Erin covered the ground to the bowmen. Richter charged the female. His spikes bit into flesh, but he couldn't wrap his arms around her in time. The female orc stumbled blindly away. Darian's angry orc attacked. The two near Erin threw down their bows and pulled out axes. One struck Erin. Vlad fired an arrow into the leader's back. He put away his bow and drew his rapier as he headed in Erin's direction. Fiddle ran as fast as he legs could carry him after the female. Richter heard but didn't see him run by.
Sully fired two streaks of magic into the leader. She collapsed. Alya fired an arrow into one of the orcs fighting Erin. Darian stepped out of melee and summoned Lathander's mace. It struck his opponent down. Erin punched out at his attackers. Richter brought his sword across the side of the stunned guard. The orc died. Erin was attacked again. Vlad closed and stabbed the wounded one killing it. That left only one on Erin. Lightning Strike burst thru the gut of the orc.
"Hiya," Fiddle appeared from behind the collapsed corpse.
The sound of hooves drowned out any response.
This night at the Watchtower was just as lighthearted as the party's last visit. Jehovah witnessed a different side to the party. Alya entertained the troops.
The next morning found the party on the trail once again in good spirits. No sign of the bandits. So they settled on a trip to the Barrows. The normal watch routine was established that night. They hadn't gone far on their second day out of the tower, when they saw several figures on the road, 5 to be exact and very familiar. The party dismounted a little a way from the orcs. Three of the orcs stood in the road, 2 others had bows ready off to the side. Sully and Erin covered themselves in magic.
"So you have returned," the head Orc spoke. She, but who could tell, was unarmored. "You must pay the same toll as before."
"I don't think so," Vlad replied.
Sully quickly backed up the warrior with a flash of color. The lady orc lost her vision. And one of the guards fell over. Alya sang out. She touched Fiddle and he vanished from sight. Darian lowered his shield and charged one of the guards. The orc flew back 5 feet. Erin covered the ground to the bowmen. Richter charged the female. His spikes bit into flesh, but he couldn't wrap his arms around her in time. The female orc stumbled blindly away. Darian's angry orc attacked. The two near Erin threw down their bows and pulled out axes. One struck Erin. Vlad fired an arrow into the leader's back. He put away his bow and drew his rapier as he headed in Erin's direction. Fiddle ran as fast as he legs could carry him after the female. Richter heard but didn't see him run by.
Sully fired two streaks of magic into the leader. She collapsed. Alya fired an arrow into one of the orcs fighting Erin. Darian stepped out of melee and summoned Lathander's mace. It struck his opponent down. Erin punched out at his attackers. Richter brought his sword across the side of the stunned guard. The orc died. Erin was attacked again. Vlad closed and stabbed the wounded one killing it. That left only one on Erin. Lightning Strike burst thru the gut of the orc.
"Hiya," Fiddle appeared from behind the collapsed corpse.
The sound of hooves drowned out any response.
diaglo
Adventurer
Charge of the Light Brigade
Sully mumbled a few words. His form changed. He sprouted angelic wings and was soon aloft. Alya hesitated. She looked for the right moment to sing out. Darian called on Lathander's aid. His armor improved with the magic. Erin moved to Darian's aid. Richter prepared for the worst. From out of the trees a group of mounted orcs charged. Alya sang her song of grease. The riders didn't slow. Vlad fired his bow. He hit the lead orc, but did little to stop the horde or even that one rider. Fiddle waited for the riders to close. He then released his dagger. A glancing blow, not enough to unseat the fellow. Rats.
Sully gained more height. He unrolled a new scroll. A bead of fire launched into the midst of the riders. BOooM. Half the riders and their horses went up in flames. Darian asked for more of Lathander's favor. It would ward evil out of reach. Lathander's mace struck out at a closing rider. Erin attacked one of the horseless orcs. Smoke got in his eyes. Richter lashed out with his whip. He caught one of the horses, but had to let the beast go before it dragged him. Alya began to sing. She downed a potion. The orcs charged. A spear pierced thru Darian's shield, his armor, his magic armor, his mobility, and stopped short of drawing blood due to the ward. Erin wasn't so lucky. The horseless orc had an axe and a temper. Erin went down. Fiddle also took two stabs from the riders. Luckily he had moved into a position so they couldn't bring their spears to full bear. Two more riders passed near Vlad. Vlad sank another arrow into a rider. This one fell off his high horse. But not fatally. Fiddle leapt up between the two riders he faced. He stabbed out with his dagger at one and Lightning Strike at the other. His sword bit deep. Both were now very wounded.
Sully flew closer to Fiddle and Vlad. He fired off a missle at each of the wounded orcs around Fiddle. Both fell over dead. Darian directed his gaze on the orc most likely to be the leader. He called on Lathander. The orc had a change of heart. Erin's blood stopped flowing. He used his powers of mind to prevent his loss of life. He was still out of the fight and consciousness. Richter picked a new foe. He moved to Vlad's aid. Alya moved to Erin. She sang a healing melody. Erin woke. Darian and the leader talked, while the last two orcs made preparation to attack Vlad. One dismounted and the other stood. Vlad stabbed the wounded one in the neck with his rapier. Fiddle moved in behind the last one. Lightning Strike caught a vital organ.
Darian continued to talk to the leader. Sully and Fiddle looked at one another. Fiddle nodded. He pulled out his bow and moved into position.
"Peace be with you," Darian said.
The orc mounted. He turned his back on the party. Thump, thump...plop. Fiddle placed 2 arrows into the left and right lung from behind. The orc was dead long before he hit the ground.
Sully mumbled a few words. His form changed. He sprouted angelic wings and was soon aloft. Alya hesitated. She looked for the right moment to sing out. Darian called on Lathander's aid. His armor improved with the magic. Erin moved to Darian's aid. Richter prepared for the worst. From out of the trees a group of mounted orcs charged. Alya sang her song of grease. The riders didn't slow. Vlad fired his bow. He hit the lead orc, but did little to stop the horde or even that one rider. Fiddle waited for the riders to close. He then released his dagger. A glancing blow, not enough to unseat the fellow. Rats.
Sully gained more height. He unrolled a new scroll. A bead of fire launched into the midst of the riders. BOooM. Half the riders and their horses went up in flames. Darian asked for more of Lathander's favor. It would ward evil out of reach. Lathander's mace struck out at a closing rider. Erin attacked one of the horseless orcs. Smoke got in his eyes. Richter lashed out with his whip. He caught one of the horses, but had to let the beast go before it dragged him. Alya began to sing. She downed a potion. The orcs charged. A spear pierced thru Darian's shield, his armor, his magic armor, his mobility, and stopped short of drawing blood due to the ward. Erin wasn't so lucky. The horseless orc had an axe and a temper. Erin went down. Fiddle also took two stabs from the riders. Luckily he had moved into a position so they couldn't bring their spears to full bear. Two more riders passed near Vlad. Vlad sank another arrow into a rider. This one fell off his high horse. But not fatally. Fiddle leapt up between the two riders he faced. He stabbed out with his dagger at one and Lightning Strike at the other. His sword bit deep. Both were now very wounded.
Sully flew closer to Fiddle and Vlad. He fired off a missle at each of the wounded orcs around Fiddle. Both fell over dead. Darian directed his gaze on the orc most likely to be the leader. He called on Lathander. The orc had a change of heart. Erin's blood stopped flowing. He used his powers of mind to prevent his loss of life. He was still out of the fight and consciousness. Richter picked a new foe. He moved to Vlad's aid. Alya moved to Erin. She sang a healing melody. Erin woke. Darian and the leader talked, while the last two orcs made preparation to attack Vlad. One dismounted and the other stood. Vlad stabbed the wounded one in the neck with his rapier. Fiddle moved in behind the last one. Lightning Strike caught a vital organ.
Darian continued to talk to the leader. Sully and Fiddle looked at one another. Fiddle nodded. He pulled out his bow and moved into position.
"Peace be with you," Darian said.
The orc mounted. He turned his back on the party. Thump, thump...plop. Fiddle placed 2 arrows into the left and right lung from behind. The orc was dead long before he hit the ground.
JoeBlank
Explorer
Talking with Red
Talking with Red
As Ozlo Sullygrub has recently joined the group, he has not yet found anyone in whom he can confide. Instead, he talks things over occasionally with Red, his fox familiar. Although Red is not yet able to speak with his master on his own, Sully can speak with burrowing animals for one minute per day. This conversation takes place on the evening of the fight with the orcs.
“So what do you think, Red, an odd bunch aren’t they?”
“You odd too, Odzie.”
“I suppose. Still, I’m used to my own eccentricities. Theirs might take some time. Darian I can respect, although he is a bit too devout for my tastes. Nothing wrong with the sunrise though, maybe I’ll get up one morning and watch it with him. Richter is a bit too gloomy. At least Darian seems happy. Richter could use a little fun. There’s one guy I bet can’t take a practical joke.”
“Try it.”
“Bad idea, Red. I don’t want to get on the wrong side of these ‘Stormslayers’, as we might stay with them a while. Are you comfortable?”
“Red okay. Weasel fun, when monk lets him.”
“Yes, Erin too is a bit solemn. Keep working on the weasel and maybe we can get Erin to lighten up. Some his clever sayings are pretty funny, but I can’t tell whether he realizes that. When you add in ‘Vlad the Quiet’ this group sounds like a bunch of brooders and devouts. Good thing we have Fiddle and Alya.”
“Fiddle takes stuff.”
“Yes, I know. Darian warned me. Seems like he just does it for fun though. At least I don’t know of him taking anything too valuable. It’s just stuff, but let’s keep an eye on him nonetheless .”
“Alya smart.”
“Yes, minstrels tend to know things, they pick up on a lot. I was a bit wary of her at first. Elves seem too close to the Fey for my liking. But then, humans often feel the same way about gnomes. I guess it’s all a matter of perspective. You know, while you played outside in Tilverton, Alya took me to visit a wise woman. Alya’s purpose, mostly, was to ask about buying more things, magic stuff, or about where to go to get more magic put into weapons. That’s where she bought that fireball scroll I used on those orcs.”
“Fire pretty.”
“It is, isn’t it? But that’s not my point. The wise woman was the first person I’ve met since leaving the Vale who has actually heard of the Blood of Time. Like others back in the Vale, she referred to it as the Kiss of Death. She’s going to research it for me. Can you imagine anything more boring than reading through a stack of old books and papers? She’s doing some research for Alya too. If she can point us in the right direction, we might be on track towards finding the elixir Auntie Pello needs to be mortal again. But even if she can find the information, she wants us to pay her with a wyvern’s stinger. All the more reason to stay with this group, I don’t think we could kill a wyvern ourselves. And they did kill that dragon. Which reminds me, silly names are fun, but it makes me snicker every time I say ‘Stormslayers’, you know?”
“Mmmrrrm.”
“Sorry, I forget that little spell doesn’t last long. Well then, we’ll talk more on the morrow. Going into the barrows to fight undead does not sound like fun, and I am not looking forward to it.”
Talking with Red
As Ozlo Sullygrub has recently joined the group, he has not yet found anyone in whom he can confide. Instead, he talks things over occasionally with Red, his fox familiar. Although Red is not yet able to speak with his master on his own, Sully can speak with burrowing animals for one minute per day. This conversation takes place on the evening of the fight with the orcs.
“So what do you think, Red, an odd bunch aren’t they?”
“You odd too, Odzie.”
“I suppose. Still, I’m used to my own eccentricities. Theirs might take some time. Darian I can respect, although he is a bit too devout for my tastes. Nothing wrong with the sunrise though, maybe I’ll get up one morning and watch it with him. Richter is a bit too gloomy. At least Darian seems happy. Richter could use a little fun. There’s one guy I bet can’t take a practical joke.”
“Try it.”
“Bad idea, Red. I don’t want to get on the wrong side of these ‘Stormslayers’, as we might stay with them a while. Are you comfortable?”
“Red okay. Weasel fun, when monk lets him.”
“Yes, Erin too is a bit solemn. Keep working on the weasel and maybe we can get Erin to lighten up. Some his clever sayings are pretty funny, but I can’t tell whether he realizes that. When you add in ‘Vlad the Quiet’ this group sounds like a bunch of brooders and devouts. Good thing we have Fiddle and Alya.”
“Fiddle takes stuff.”
“Yes, I know. Darian warned me. Seems like he just does it for fun though. At least I don’t know of him taking anything too valuable. It’s just stuff, but let’s keep an eye on him nonetheless .”
“Alya smart.”
“Yes, minstrels tend to know things, they pick up on a lot. I was a bit wary of her at first. Elves seem too close to the Fey for my liking. But then, humans often feel the same way about gnomes. I guess it’s all a matter of perspective. You know, while you played outside in Tilverton, Alya took me to visit a wise woman. Alya’s purpose, mostly, was to ask about buying more things, magic stuff, or about where to go to get more magic put into weapons. That’s where she bought that fireball scroll I used on those orcs.”
“Fire pretty.”
“It is, isn’t it? But that’s not my point. The wise woman was the first person I’ve met since leaving the Vale who has actually heard of the Blood of Time. Like others back in the Vale, she referred to it as the Kiss of Death. She’s going to research it for me. Can you imagine anything more boring than reading through a stack of old books and papers? She’s doing some research for Alya too. If she can point us in the right direction, we might be on track towards finding the elixir Auntie Pello needs to be mortal again. But even if she can find the information, she wants us to pay her with a wyvern’s stinger. All the more reason to stay with this group, I don’t think we could kill a wyvern ourselves. And they did kill that dragon. Which reminds me, silly names are fun, but it makes me snicker every time I say ‘Stormslayers’, you know?”
“Mmmrrrm.”
“Sorry, I forget that little spell doesn’t last long. Well then, we’ll talk more on the morrow. Going into the barrows to fight undead does not sound like fun, and I am not looking forward to it.”
Angelsboi
First Post
I would like to point out that im TECHNICALLY not a cleric yet, therefore i dont have to uphold the laws and traditions of Kelemvore. Yet.
Im merely a fighter with a penachet for using a whip and using it well.
I uphold Kelemvores laws because its the RP thing to do (as his family has done it for so many generations).
Im merely a fighter with a penachet for using a whip and using it well.
I uphold Kelemvores laws because its the RP thing to do (as his family has done it for so many generations).
Olgar Shiverstone
Legend
Red has a nice outlook on things. Very concise. I particularly enjoyed the romp around the mulberry nush with Pop. 
So what does Kelemvor say when he hears "I'm TECHNICALLY not a cleric yet, therefore I dont have to uphold the laws and traditions of Kelemvor" from a worshipper? Only clerics have to obey the laws of the church?
It'd be a shame if you had to atone BEFORE taking a level of cleric.
So what does Kelemvor say when he hears "I'm TECHNICALLY not a cleric yet, therefore I dont have to uphold the laws and traditions of Kelemvor" from a worshipper? Only clerics have to obey the laws of the church?
It'd be a shame if you had to atone BEFORE taking a level of cleric.
diaglo
Adventurer
Return to Tilverton, Rinse, Repeat
"Why did you do that?" Darian demanded.
"Although, he was friendly now," Fiddle answered, "in a couple hours he would be fast on our trail with some of his real friends. What did he say about those friends. There are two more patrols."
"Well," Vlad spoke. "Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. Either way he is dead. And the two other patrols of similar orcs are just as likely to meet the same fate if they cross our path."
Darian felt obligated to care for the body of the once charmed orc. The other bodies he left to Richter.
"Now what do we do?" Richter asked. "We are two days out of Tilverton if we push it. And still about seven or so from Peldan's Helm. The Barrows lie 2 or 3 days from here as well. I don't feel like leading a horse caravan to the Barrows."
"Tilverton," Erin surmised, "is our only true option then."
"I need to buy another scroll or two," Sully agreed.
The take from the orcs was mostly in equipment. Though, a few coins and one bone wand with a growling face off of the female made everyone a little happier. The party pushed it to return to the Watchtower before it was too dark. The guards greeted them with a round of cheers. Darian told the War wizard of his conversation with the orc leader.
Early the next morning they set off for Tilverton. Richter sold the spare horses, arms and armor. He quickly passed out the coins. Everyone split up to spend. They met back at the Rose Temple. Valgrim was busy with official business. An acolyte showed them to their beds.
"Why did you do that?" Darian demanded.
"Although, he was friendly now," Fiddle answered, "in a couple hours he would be fast on our trail with some of his real friends. What did he say about those friends. There are two more patrols."
"Well," Vlad spoke. "Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. Either way he is dead. And the two other patrols of similar orcs are just as likely to meet the same fate if they cross our path."
Darian felt obligated to care for the body of the once charmed orc. The other bodies he left to Richter.
"Now what do we do?" Richter asked. "We are two days out of Tilverton if we push it. And still about seven or so from Peldan's Helm. The Barrows lie 2 or 3 days from here as well. I don't feel like leading a horse caravan to the Barrows."
"Tilverton," Erin surmised, "is our only true option then."
"I need to buy another scroll or two," Sully agreed.
The take from the orcs was mostly in equipment. Though, a few coins and one bone wand with a growling face off of the female made everyone a little happier. The party pushed it to return to the Watchtower before it was too dark. The guards greeted them with a round of cheers. Darian told the War wizard of his conversation with the orc leader.
Early the next morning they set off for Tilverton. Richter sold the spare horses, arms and armor. He quickly passed out the coins. Everyone split up to spend. They met back at the Rose Temple. Valgrim was busy with official business. An acolyte showed them to their beds.
