Loki- Garith looks at you with a sullen sorrowful glance,
"Odin declared you be cast out until you repented for your crimes against Asgard. He decreed that you aided and abetted the Ice Giants and helped them break into the Reliquary, and allowed them to steal an artifact. I know not which one, only that the All-father was heart-sick that you would do such a thing." Garith sips some water from his waterskin, and looks out toward the town,
"He made his commands to us after that. I... we, didn't listen. I tried to explain to the townsfolk that it was in your nature to conceal your true motives from everyone, despite the actions taken; but they would not hear me." Garith, licking his chapped lips, finishes all the water in his skin in some hefty gulps.
"Forgive me, I hadn't noticed how thirsty I was. Would you like some water?" He offers another waterskin to you.
"One question, though. Why would you ask me about what happened? You were there, and had first hand experience in the events."
Red Knight- Surprising the ogres with your stealthiness, the nearest ogre to you doesn't even notice you. You remember your training saying that ogres were none too bright, nor perceptive. Only now do you notice a natural camouflage pattern of leaves, twigs, and grasses on your armor. Aurelia must have stealthy helped you hide better while waiting in the thicket.
GM: | If you wish to initiate combat, the ogre is still sitting on the ground, doesn't see you, nor does it have a weapon in hand. The closest ogre to it is 15 feet away turning a spit on the camp fire, and you notice they are roasting a person. | |
Merlin- Though protected by the magic of your skullcap, you feel the maddening whispers begin to rise in volume. Feel, not hear. As if the voices were only in your mind. It is incoherent, maddening babble. You are being mentally assaulted by this evil presence.
GM: | Please roll a Will saving throw, no set DC, the higher your roll the better. | |
Helm- The ugly old woman screams and cries as you raise your sword for a killing blow, holding her hands out expecting the worst to come.
GM: | You may Coup De Grace your target | |