[FR][PBP] Against the Storm Game Thread

[dead_radish]

Elone looks at the bodies and laughs. "It appears Solonor's wrath has taken its toll - Storm's forces are thinning, and he must bolster them with illusions!"

"And it seems his remaining forces haven't made it so far away from us. Solonor shines upon us." She grins a feral grin, turns with her bow drawn, and lopes off towards the sounds of battle.

 

[garyh]

"When will this shaman show up? I'm eager to get started..."

 

[Donatello]

Everett looks down at his mourning companion, and lays a hand on his shoulder gently.

"C'mon Calain... time to get ourselves out of this pickle. By all accounts this is a dream, right? So that means this may not be happening. Maybe the dreamer is trying to keep us confused so we don't get out of here in one piece... or maybe he's lonely and we're the first playthings he's had in a long time. Either way, we need to skedadle."

Everett pushes gently on Calain to get him moving, but still trying to be as friendly and comforting as possible.

 

[Fenrir]

Calain's eyes stare blankly at the ground, a look of horror on his face as he holds his hands in front of his unblinking gaze. When Everett touches him, he jumps, turning on the bard and pulling a knife. For a moment, he quivers, but then he lets his hand fall and he shakes his head.

"......sorry."

He looks around.

"Alright. Lets go...but to where, I'm uncertain."

 

[reapersaurus]

Ubaar follows the sounds of battle, praying to the Thunderbeast to give him Strength to outlast any foe.

(He cast Endurance)

 

[Donatello]

Everett steps back a little, but keeps the warmth in his eyes, warily looking at the dagger until Calain drops his hand to his side.

"OK.. now that the 'Kill the Bard' part of the dream is over, I think we should progress to the 'escape with our sanity' part.

"Tell me everything about this place... where it is, mainly. I have a theory, and a suspicion..."

Everett sheathes his rapier and waits for Calain's tale.

 

[Paragon Badger]

"Let's follow, it sounds like others may be in need of our aid. Hunt while the hunting is good, as an old friend used to say," Alcars laughs.

Alcar will follow Elone, drawing his composite longbow. Given a shot at an obvious enemy he will attempt to get within 30' and use Zen Archery to attack.

 

[DM_Matt]

Akharos: To my knowledge, he will mery you at Irusyl's.

Forest battle: Elone, Alcar, and Ubaar rush to the scene of the battle to find your fleeing opponents slain, and a wolfish, feral, hairy human running away into the bushes.

You see a heavily armed human female lying unconscious in a patch of grass next to a tree. Distinctive is her long gold rod with draconic sigils and serpents engraved thereon. The ends of the rod are shaped like the heads of a gold dragon.

 

[dead_radish]

Elone takes a few seconds to examine the wounds for an obvious source as she runs up. Do they appear to be magical, weapon-inflicted, or claw/bite to a cursory glance?

 

[garyh]

Akharos: To my knowledge, he will mery you at Irusyl's.

"Lead on, then..."