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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.
(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust
- Thread starter Guilt Puppy
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Festy_Dog
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Hmm, doesn't quite make sense, and yet it does. Bah! If only if I could share what I know! Not long now though, should be able to tell the others soon, soon enough?
Nurthk's feeling of frustration is definitely not portrayed well by his face, which has been frozen in its expression of bewilderment for some time.
[will save: result 19]
[ooc:It's no bother, this is just a good game, and I'm glad to be in it.
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Nurthk's feeling of frustration is definitely not portrayed well by his face, which has been frozen in its expression of bewilderment for some time.
[will save: result 19]
guiltpuppy said:
[ooc:It's no bother, this is just a good game, and I'm glad to be in it.
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Guilt Puppy
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You path through the crossroads without any trouble... You do all get an odd sense about the area, but if anything it's almost a comforting one -- almost a familiarity, if that makes any sense. Still, nothing strange for such a late night...
It is indeed a short time before the trees clear out and you can see the station of Fharlangn down the road -- a modest, functional building, with an empty stable off to the side... It has begun to rain, rather suddenly: Up to this point the night has been fairly clear, especially once you put some distance between you and the mists of the river.
When you reach the station, a knock at the door brings immediately an elderly fellow -- probably no more than fifty, you gather by the sound of his voice, but fifty years of labor and struggle, to be certain. His nightgown is visible, underneath a heavy and wholly un-clerical road.
His attention travels almost immediately to Nurthk -- once he's heard the story of his ailment, he is quick to cast a remove disease, and that does the trick well enough... He's feeling a little weakened (-2 Con at this point), but it's nothing Fendric or even plain old rest won't be able to take care of.
Once Nurthk is back on his feet, he gets around to introducing himself.
"I am called Yattro, when I am called." He wears a broad grin on that last remark; you get the sense, now that more pressing duties have been taken care of, that he's the sort of fellow who has no good end to his sense of humor. "Tell me, what brings such a motley assortment of faces here? And come in! Come out of the rain! Please!"
He leads you inside, to a small room with only a small bed, four chairs and a table not large enough for them to gather around, with an old wood stove burning in the corner to keep it all warm...
It is indeed a short time before the trees clear out and you can see the station of Fharlangn down the road -- a modest, functional building, with an empty stable off to the side... It has begun to rain, rather suddenly: Up to this point the night has been fairly clear, especially once you put some distance between you and the mists of the river.
When you reach the station, a knock at the door brings immediately an elderly fellow -- probably no more than fifty, you gather by the sound of his voice, but fifty years of labor and struggle, to be certain. His nightgown is visible, underneath a heavy and wholly un-clerical road.
His attention travels almost immediately to Nurthk -- once he's heard the story of his ailment, he is quick to cast a remove disease, and that does the trick well enough... He's feeling a little weakened (-2 Con at this point), but it's nothing Fendric or even plain old rest won't be able to take care of.
Once Nurthk is back on his feet, he gets around to introducing himself.
"I am called Yattro, when I am called." He wears a broad grin on that last remark; you get the sense, now that more pressing duties have been taken care of, that he's the sort of fellow who has no good end to his sense of humor. "Tell me, what brings such a motley assortment of faces here? And come in! Come out of the rain! Please!"
He leads you inside, to a small room with only a small bed, four chairs and a table not large enough for them to gather around, with an old wood stove burning in the corner to keep it all warm...
doghead
thotd
Xiao introduces himself with a slight bow.
"I am Xiao. From the east."
Having not yet really accustomed himself to chairs, he is happy to find himself a clear space near the wall. After making a mat of his "robe", he sits on the floor.
Tucked into his belt, and so concealed by the robe up til now, are two odd daggars - the blades are more like long spikes and the hilts curl away from the grip like the horns of a bull. But other than these, it appear that he carrys no more in the way of weapons than what you have see so far - the stout staff and the ornate heavy crossbow.
"I am Xiao. From the east."
Having not yet really accustomed himself to chairs, he is happy to find himself a clear space near the wall. After making a mat of his "robe", he sits on the floor.
Tucked into his belt, and so concealed by the robe up til now, are two odd daggars - the blades are more like long spikes and the hilts curl away from the grip like the horns of a bull. But other than these, it appear that he carrys no more in the way of weapons than what you have see so far - the stout staff and the ornate heavy crossbow.
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dpdx
Explorer
Fendric introduces himself to Yattro at the beginning, but then expresses his gratitude to the veteran cleric after seeing Nurthk on his feet. "The God of Journeys is fortunate indeed to have such an excellent cleric on His behalf, Father Yattro. Is there anything I can do to repay your kindness? I fear we're somewhat poor at this stage of our journey, but perhaps I can lend aid to anyone else that needs it here."
He then turns to Nurthk. "And you, my friend, have been at less than full strength FAR too long for my liking, may the Gods Bless You."
Fendric then produces his silver Sun medallion and casts a Lesser Restoration. [Lesser Restoration: +4 pts CON to Nurthk, which should bring him back to full.]
Returning to Father Yattro, he produces the scroll of Lesser Restoration he made back in the halfling village. "This is a scroll of the spell I just cast, Father Yattro. I'd like you to have it. If anything, it might allow the Road God greater flexibility in granting you spells for a day, may it please Him.
So now, who's up for some leftover chicken?"
He then turns to Nurthk. "And you, my friend, have been at less than full strength FAR too long for my liking, may the Gods Bless You."
Fendric then produces his silver Sun medallion and casts a Lesser Restoration. [Lesser Restoration: +4 pts CON to Nurthk, which should bring him back to full.]
Returning to Father Yattro, he produces the scroll of Lesser Restoration he made back in the halfling village. "This is a scroll of the spell I just cast, Father Yattro. I'd like you to have it. If anything, it might allow the Road God greater flexibility in granting you spells for a day, may it please Him.
So now, who's up for some leftover chicken?"
Festy_Dog
First Post
Nurthk gets to his feet after being healed of his affliction, stretching, yawning, and moving his jaw about to loosen his muscles after being still for so long.\
"You too my friend," Nurthk replies, slightly slurred but recovering fast, "And you too Father Yattro, you have helped me greatly this evening, I am in your debt but I'm afraid I may not have time to return such a favour in the near future."
Nurthk looks better as Fendric restores the last of the harm the disease did to him.
"My name is Nurthk by the way, follower of St.Cuthbert," he introduces himself with.
dpdx said:
"You too my friend," Nurthk replies, slightly slurred but recovering fast, "And you too Father Yattro, you have helped me greatly this evening, I am in your debt but I'm afraid I may not have time to return such a favour in the near future."
Nurthk looks better as Fendric restores the last of the harm the disease did to him.
"My name is Nurthk by the way, follower of St.Cuthbert," he introduces himself with.
doghead
thotd
Introductions done and now settled, Xiao has time to notice how large Nurthk is. The giant warrior is not paying any attention to him at the moment, but his words come back to Xiao. In time, perhaps ...
Xiao realises that Nurthk has noticed Xiao staring (for that is what he was doing while lost in his thoughts) at him. Xaio nods to Nurthk.
Xiao realises that Nurthk has noticed Xiao staring (for that is what he was doing while lost in his thoughts) at him. Xaio nods to Nurthk.
