Dawnforge - The True Kings
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Widowmaker
First Post
"The idea of the attack happening at dawn is a good idea and the ability to signal a earlier attack is also a good idea." Sir Aravir will state.
"But what about as the attack is on going - Where are the rain headed? What is the escape route? How do we make it to the elven territory?" Sir Aravir will mention.
"But what about as the attack is on going - Where are the rain headed? What is the escape route? How do we make it to the elven territory?" Sir Aravir will mention.
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Jillian, female wood elf rogue
At the mention of her name by the general she nods and listens. So, she is to be with the Andlemere archers. She nods once more as the assignments of the Thunder are at last complete. Then she waits for the meeting to end.
At the mention of her name by the general she nods and listens. So, she is to be with the Andlemere archers. She nods once more as the assignments of the Thunder are at last complete. Then she waits for the meeting to end.
The group takes a further look at the maps of the area and determines a few routes they can use to meet in the foothills of the Highlands once they get Darvekis. Thusly prepared, the rain and thunder part company.
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The members of the rain are met by Kingsmarch scouts about two hours before dawn. They carefully lead the group around and then back, wanting to help them approach the Dominion camp from the rear, as if they had come from the main camp. “We sometimes use this route to stall reinforcements or sneak in to sabotage supplies, but we can’t use it very often, or they’ll figure out where we’re coming from. Good luck, this is where we leave you,” they say, and then slip back into the night. Haedyn is dressed in the dark red, heavily embroidered uniform of the Dominion, and takes his place next to Hiitar in a protecting position. Ssiran and Ebony simply contrive to look like hangers-on, tagging along with Hiitar as the leader.
The group travels fairly openly, as this plan relies on brass as much as stealth. While they don’t carry torches or advertise their presence, they don’t attempt to look like skulking thieves either. Upon due course, a group of tiefling guards halts them, looking them over carefully. “Announce yourselves! What legion sends you?” the leader asks, his eyes darting amongst the group.
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Sir Aravir finds himself surrounded by other Kingsmarch knights, including a small group of the elite Knights Adamant, those devoted to the goddess Alharra. One of them, a massively-muscled woman with the look of a Talorian about her, asks Sir Aravir to sit at her fire. “I’m Sir Terra of the Knights Adamant, Sir Aravir. We’ll be leading the assault in the dawn, and wanted your opinion as to tactics,” she asks of him, gesturing to the other knights at their own fires.
Jillian is lead to the Andlemere archers, a group of mixed lowland and trueborn men and women, along with a tiny number of dawn elves. All of them are engaged in frantic fletching, building up a supply of arrows for the dawn’s assault. One of the elves waves Jillian to her side, and a human man wearing a commander’s sigil gives her a small nod. “We’re glad to have you. I’m Commander Locke, and that’s Elmerea, ambassador, if you will, of her people. What are you looking to put your arrows into, come dawn? Tiefling commanders, the towers, the rank-and-file, or those wretched fiends?”
Galan is guided to the warmages’ camp, and lead to a curious tent. It looked no larger or finer than any other soldier’s, but once inside, it was nearly as large as a small house, and lit up as brightly as day. It was a truly cunning illusion, he realized. The warmages’ subcommander proved to be an elegant Riestan man with a fall of platinum-blonde hair. For all that he looked like a dandy in his rich robes of blue and silver, he fairly crackled with arcane energy. “ Galanorthrim Evanyrdor, a pleasure to meet you,” he says with an elaborate court bow. “Come, tell me what kinds of magical brilliance you intend to unleash on these naughty little devil-men.”
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The members of the rain are met by Kingsmarch scouts about two hours before dawn. They carefully lead the group around and then back, wanting to help them approach the Dominion camp from the rear, as if they had come from the main camp. “We sometimes use this route to stall reinforcements or sneak in to sabotage supplies, but we can’t use it very often, or they’ll figure out where we’re coming from. Good luck, this is where we leave you,” they say, and then slip back into the night. Haedyn is dressed in the dark red, heavily embroidered uniform of the Dominion, and takes his place next to Hiitar in a protecting position. Ssiran and Ebony simply contrive to look like hangers-on, tagging along with Hiitar as the leader.
The group travels fairly openly, as this plan relies on brass as much as stealth. While they don’t carry torches or advertise their presence, they don’t attempt to look like skulking thieves either. Upon due course, a group of tiefling guards halts them, looking them over carefully. “Announce yourselves! What legion sends you?” the leader asks, his eyes darting amongst the group.
~~~
Sir Aravir finds himself surrounded by other Kingsmarch knights, including a small group of the elite Knights Adamant, those devoted to the goddess Alharra. One of them, a massively-muscled woman with the look of a Talorian about her, asks Sir Aravir to sit at her fire. “I’m Sir Terra of the Knights Adamant, Sir Aravir. We’ll be leading the assault in the dawn, and wanted your opinion as to tactics,” she asks of him, gesturing to the other knights at their own fires.
Jillian is lead to the Andlemere archers, a group of mixed lowland and trueborn men and women, along with a tiny number of dawn elves. All of them are engaged in frantic fletching, building up a supply of arrows for the dawn’s assault. One of the elves waves Jillian to her side, and a human man wearing a commander’s sigil gives her a small nod. “We’re glad to have you. I’m Commander Locke, and that’s Elmerea, ambassador, if you will, of her people. What are you looking to put your arrows into, come dawn? Tiefling commanders, the towers, the rank-and-file, or those wretched fiends?”
Galan is guided to the warmages’ camp, and lead to a curious tent. It looked no larger or finer than any other soldier’s, but once inside, it was nearly as large as a small house, and lit up as brightly as day. It was a truly cunning illusion, he realized. The warmages’ subcommander proved to be an elegant Riestan man with a fall of platinum-blonde hair. For all that he looked like a dandy in his rich robes of blue and silver, he fairly crackled with arcane energy. “ Galanorthrim Evanyrdor, a pleasure to meet you,” he says with an elaborate court bow. “Come, tell me what kinds of magical brilliance you intend to unleash on these naughty little devil-men.”
Rystil Arden
First Post
*Before they part ways, Ssiran connects himself with a Mindlink to the General, Hiitar, and Galan, and perhaps others who wish to be involved. This will allow them all to communicate for nearly an hour at any distance.*
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*If Hiitar doesn't know an appropriate legion name to answer the questioner, Ssiran suggests that the tiefling telepathically query the general, who is sure to know the names of the Valhedar legions.*
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*If Hiitar doesn't know an appropriate legion name to answer the questioner, Ssiran suggests that the tiefling telepathically query the general, who is sure to know the names of the Valhedar legions.*
unleashed
First Post
*Haedyn takes special note of the routes they can use to retreat into the highlands, but does little else during the preparations...apart from trying to squeeze into a Dominion uniform.*
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*Haedyn appears to relax a little as the tiefling guards appear, allowing his axe to rest against his shoulder and falling half a step behind Hiitar.*
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*Haedyn appears to relax a little as the tiefling guards appear, allowing his axe to rest against his shoulder and falling half a step behind Hiitar.*
Starman
Adventurer
Galen nods in appreciation of the magical environ he finds himself in. Quietly he says, "Well, I would still consider myself an amateur arcanist and say that I'm not sure how much of a difference I can make. Transformative magics are my specialty. I know few flashy attack spells, however, I can enhance the size and strength of some warriors. I can also summon a few creatures to assist in the fighting. I can cast fly or stinking cloud, either of which could be useful. What do you think, sir?"
doghead
thotd
Hiitar Vain, male teifling Soldier
Hiitar draws to a halt in front of the guard. Hiitar makes a small bow, just enough to acknowledge the guards authority.
"I am with no legion. I am here on a private matter. I wish to speak to the commander of the pits.
"My name is Winter AnniDarkkris."
- ooc -
Its funny the things that you forget to cover despite several pages of planning. I am assuming that Hiitar's real name, having defected and servered with the Kingsmarch for several years would be too risky to use. I am also assuming that not all tiefling are with legions. If asked about Haedyn, Hiitar can always say the local commander attached him to the party for security reasons.
Hiitar draws to a halt in front of the guard. Hiitar makes a small bow, just enough to acknowledge the guards authority.
"I am with no legion. I am here on a private matter. I wish to speak to the commander of the pits.
"My name is Winter AnniDarkkris."
- ooc -
Its funny the things that you forget to cover despite several pages of planning. I am assuming that Hiitar's real name, having defected and servered with the Kingsmarch for several years would be too risky to use. I am also assuming that not all tiefling are with legions. If asked about Haedyn, Hiitar can always say the local commander attached him to the party for security reasons.
