D1: Ashin's Commission (El Jefe judging)


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The party falls into position, Ironwolf out front with Mikal, Hulgyr towards the rear, and Michael where-ever his horse pleases. The day passes quietly. Mikal leads the party east until they reach a small but swift-flowing river. Its banks are steep and the bed rocky. Mikal heads south for a mile, where he fords the river and turns north east. Its clear he knows the area well.

The day remains overcast.

That night it begins to rain. By morning, everything is dripping wet. Its not too cold, but it is miserable. Around noon a couple of sheep appear in the distance. Then some more. Then a couple of shepherds with two large dogs. They change course to intercept the party.

Mikal slows his horse and turns to look back at the party. "Do you want to stop?" the look says.
 

*Zaeryl doesn't care one way or the other. These seem highly unlikely to be disguised bandits--feeding the sheep and dogs to further the disguise would be a complete waste.*
 

New day makes a new man of Michael

Michael smiles through the rain and ignores the misery. It's a new day and Sela has granted him new powers.
Michael prepares spells:

2nd Level (2+Domain)
Lesser Restoration
Lesser Restoration
Bull's Strength

1st Level (3+domain)
Command
Magic Weapon
Sanctuary
Bless

0 Level (4)
Light
Light
Mending
Purify Food and Drink

He casts the Lesser restoration spells immediately and feels better.
Michael does not push his mount, but he does try to keep behind Mikel.

"I don't think it can hurt anything to stop and say hello. Likely they're more afraid of us than we are of them."
He waves at the oncoming sheperds in a cheerful "Yes, we're glad to see you and are not drawing weapons to ride you down" fashion and slackens his rein while he waits for the others to voice their opinions.
 

Eternity is glad to see Micheal in better shape the next morning. She focuses her mind as she does at the begining of every day.

Later when the shepards are near she says, "This land is relatively populated, I guess we are only a few days from Orussus. I had expected to find a lot less people out in the wilderness."
 

--- THE BAINLUNDER HILLS ---

Seeing that some of the party wish to meet the shepherds, Mikal alters direction.

To Eternity Mikal says, "Orussus is a few days away. But few come here from there. Then again, few of us have been there. But the Bainlunders are all over the hills. Most of us are shepherds. Most of our wool however, ends up in Orussus."

Ten minutes later the two parties have met. The sheep mill around the horses. The shepherds look up at the party with open curiousity. Mikal introduces them as Borlund and Welsh. Each of them is armed with a hand weapon. Borlund carries a longbow. Welsh has a crossbow across his back. The dogs are called Brut and Hep. They are huge. There is a third dog, smaller, that keeps a wary eye on the sheep.

The rain has tailed off to a light drizzle.

- ooc -
ajanders: What's Michael's current str?
RA: How about Zaeryl?
 

I got better!!

(OOC Well, some.
Michael's 2 Lesser Restorations (1d4=3, 1d4=2)
Michael's two lesser restorations have returned 5 points of strength, and ability score damage is generally restored at the rate of one point per day. Thus he has regained 6 points, and as he was drained down to 4 before, he has 10.
Relatively speaking, he feels good.
And he is, after all, a cleric of Sela, the lady of "It's only a flesh decapitation! Walk it off!")

Michael clomps off his horse, introduces himself and the rest of the party, shakes hands with the sheperds, pets the dogs, and admires the sheep. (His family was all goats and cows.)
"Any news from the mountains?"
(Diplomacy roll: Michael's diplomacy roll (1d20+6=23))
 

(OOC: Zaeryl has regained 1 of I believe 2 lost Strength. He'll be fine soon enough, so he doesn't ask for restoration. Just good thing it wasn't a Wraith!)
 

--- THE BAINLUNDER HILLS ---

The Bainlunders are, Michael discovers, much friendlier than the dogs. The Bainlunders seem quite pleased that Michael has taken the trouble to be friendly, despite his obvious lack of knowledge about sheep.

"Things are a little strange around the lake," says Borlund.

"Lots of soldiers stomping around," adds Welsh. "Some nasty stories floating around."
 

Michael gives up on making friends with the dogs and tries making friends with the sheep instead. (Actually, he gives the sheep more credit for brains than the deserve and the dogs less.)

He cocks an eye at the mention of soldiers and nasty stories.
"What sort of nasty stories?"

Michael glances around warily.
"Ogre attacks?"
 

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