[EBERRON] the Extraordinaries, 'A Terror Awakened, the League Reborn'

[Bobitron]

The small, smooth rocks clangs softly off Fury's broad back, drawing his eyes to Neville's waving arm. Noting the areas he points out, Fury squats down and reveals the springbow in his arm. When should I activate the light, he pondered.

 

[Keia]

Azreal, Half-Celestial Paladin/Warmage HP: 46/46 AC: 19

Azreal lay asleep against the tree directly tothe south of the pair of thorn bushes.

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

Marcus lay asleep 10 feet south of the campfire.

 

[Karl Green]

The League members are all quickly awoken by Neville, and the sounds from outside the camp grow a bit louder. Those blessed with the ability to see in the dark or with low-light vision, can make out humanoid figures – lots of humanoid figures – moving towards the camp. A lone figure moving into the light – leaning heavily on a gnarled staff, and limping heavily it struggles slowly toward the group, stopping some 10 feet away from the nearest person. It is covered, head to toe, in ragged filthy rags, and nothing of it’s’ body is visible.

A strange voice, crackling and dry, just barely a whisper, say “Be ye who? Here, why are ye? Seek, what ye do?”

Azreal does not detect any evil from the creature, but all (except Fury) are disgusted by the smell of the figure – like rotten meat left out to long in the sun – it rolls off the figure almost physically, causing eyes to water and noses to repel.

The other figures still in the darkness are similarly clad and bend over as if by great age – there are at least two dozen of them in the night, maybe more! Many are armed with what look to be rusty swords or axes, or large knives and spears

 

[Ferrix]

Gherald (Amon) sits up from his bedroll, ten feet to the west of the campfire, drawing and quietly cocking back his crossbow, his form wavers and he seems to meld into the patchy ground. From his hidden position he manifests a psionically endowed read thoughts, letting his concentration fall over the gathering of newly arrived "guests".

OOC: Hide 1d20 (9) + 11 = 20, Read Thoughts DC 16

 

[taitzu52]

Neville gulps down a large lump in his throat, and quickly looks around to the Extrordinaires for some support.

 

[Keia]

Azreal, Half-Celestial Paladin/Warmage HP: 46/46 AC: 19

Azreal's eyes snapped open upon Neville's waking, a blue glow almost emanated from them. Nodding his understanding, Azreal rose and grabbed his shield. His new weapon came as well, in hand.

“Be ye who? Here, why are ye? Seek, what ye do?”

As Neville glanced at him, Azreal spoke, "My name is Azreal. Myself and my companions are indeed seeking . . . I would know more of you before telling you who or what we are seeking."

OOC: Diplomacy Total of 29. Also, which weapon did I get, the longsword?

 

[Karl Green]

The hood of the ragged cloak turns toward Azreal and all can hear a strange muffled sniffing that seems to come from under the hood “Strangers, ye be… welcome here you are not. Flesh, we do demand… payment it is, to past these lands.” and with a bit more sniffing the figure points its staff towards the Magebreed Mules “Do, they will… payment in full will be”




(occ what longsword? Sorry don't know /occ)

 

[taitzu52]

(OOC-What are the mules carrying, and how many of 'them' can we see?
I think Azreal took the longspear. It was that or a great axe.)

 

[Prof Yeti]

Taran Varnodel d'Phiarlan - Half Dragon Ranger/ Sorcerer

Hearing the others movement within the camp Taran raises in one motion as he grabs and readies an arrow. "This diseased place gets better by the moment" he whispers to himself more than anything." He calls upon the favor of his ancestor spirits for guidance.


OOC - Taran watches the others of the group. He will launch if they do. Targeting one of the same targets.


I though Azreal took the Longspear since he could use it as a staff if necessary. If Keia would have rather the Greataxe no one else claimed it. Also Karl has it been 24 hours since my last use of dragonbreath? I used it in the battle with the Warforged.