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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
Gran March Adventure
- Thread starter Trollbabe
- Start date
industrygothica
Adventurer
"I think that leaving the caravan here in the forest may not be the best idea, especially while we leave it short-handed to carry out a side-task--seems it would leave it nothing more than a target while we were away. I think we should make hast to Fort endurance, then begin our rescue mission. After all, we do have a promise to keep."
Trollbabe
First Post
-- Inside the Cottage --
The taskmaster groans and rolls over. "I think we can make Fort Endurance with out ya. We will hustle it. If you can find two willing volunteers, you can take them as well. I'm not going to make anyone follow you on this mission though." He sighs a bit. "If it were not for my injuries I might even tag along myself."
"That settles it then we can leave at first light!" Draydo pipes up!
Helidyn shakes his head, "You don't even know where your going."
-- Outside in the Camp --
The rain has stoped and fires light the ever darkening camp. The last few graves are being finished and the teamsters seem much more relaxed now. Laravier rests but notices that Mallie is standing just out of reach of the captured goblin which has been lashed to a tree. She seems to be scolding the creature for its previous actions, although he can't over hear what she is saying.
The taskmaster groans and rolls over. "I think we can make Fort Endurance with out ya. We will hustle it. If you can find two willing volunteers, you can take them as well. I'm not going to make anyone follow you on this mission though." He sighs a bit. "If it were not for my injuries I might even tag along myself."
"That settles it then we can leave at first light!" Draydo pipes up!
Helidyn shakes his head, "You don't even know where your going."
-- Outside in the Camp --
The rain has stoped and fires light the ever darkening camp. The last few graves are being finished and the teamsters seem much more relaxed now. Laravier rests but notices that Mallie is standing just out of reach of the captured goblin which has been lashed to a tree. She seems to be scolding the creature for its previous actions, although he can't over hear what she is saying.
industrygothica
Adventurer
Rowan closes the evening with her twilight rituals and takes a sheltered spot to rest. Tiki stays close, providing both warmth and protection.
Zoycitenega
First Post
Verran pipes up, Well, Taskmaster, we'll bring ye back a goblin spear!
Trollbabe
First Post
You rest yourselves and soon dawn arrives. The Dim Forest is not so gloomy in the daylight. Although there are still many shadows cast by the forest's canopy. Teamsters have already begun to load the wagons as camp is slowly disassembled. The taskmaster seems in better spirits today he does not seem so weak. He gathers the hired guards in the center of the camp.
"We have word that some gentle folk have fallen prey to the goblin ambushes. They are being held captive and I am looking for two strong shieldbearers to help with their rescue. I can't make you go so this is strictly volunteer work. I don't have to tell you how miserable it would be to be a goblin slave. Are there any among you who would go?" The tired guardsmen do not seem very eager as they look to one another. The small crowd whispers to itself obviously believing such a mission to be a death sentence.
Helidyn makes haste preparing his horse not wanting to be left behind the caravan. Draydo packs light and appears determined to free his brother. Mallie tugs at Laravier's armour. "Are you going after the goblins? Will I be alone for the remainder of the trip?"
Still lashed to the tree the captive goblin watches and listens. He hisses as he hears the plans to free the captives from the goblin raiders. His hiss soon turns to laughter and he shakes his head vigorously as he giggles.
[sblock=OOC]Wounded may heal themselves for one nights worth of rest.[/sblock]
"We have word that some gentle folk have fallen prey to the goblin ambushes. They are being held captive and I am looking for two strong shieldbearers to help with their rescue. I can't make you go so this is strictly volunteer work. I don't have to tell you how miserable it would be to be a goblin slave. Are there any among you who would go?" The tired guardsmen do not seem very eager as they look to one another. The small crowd whispers to itself obviously believing such a mission to be a death sentence.
Helidyn makes haste preparing his horse not wanting to be left behind the caravan. Draydo packs light and appears determined to free his brother. Mallie tugs at Laravier's armour. "Are you going after the goblins? Will I be alone for the remainder of the trip?"
Still lashed to the tree the captive goblin watches and listens. He hisses as he hears the plans to free the captives from the goblin raiders. His hiss soon turns to laughter and he shakes his head vigorously as he giggles.
[sblock=OOC]Wounded may heal themselves for one nights worth of rest.[/sblock]
Thalmarose finishes his morning studies as the goblin starts cackling to itself, and with a cocked eyebrow meanders toward it after packing his things for the excursion. Grabbing a scrap piece of dingy cloth as he approaches, then unceremoniously shoves it in the goblin's mouth. "Now then, you foul excuse for thieving life, you will tell us where the goblin encampment is or I will be forced to start skinning you alive" in goblin, as he unsheathes a small knife and lightly draws it across the goblin's forehead and around it's cheek, stopping just under the eye without the barest hint of elven emotion. Thick green blood starts to well in the shallow path behind the blade, a testament to it's razor sharp edge. "The punishment for thievery is the removal of your right hand...filth, but maybe I should take your eye instead?"
s@squ@tch
First Post
Laravier McDonnell, Fighter 1, Hp: 10/12
"Aye, Lassie, I am to go after the source of the goblins." Laravier says to the small girl.
"Ye should be safer with the caravan, tho, for I cannot guarantee yer safety if ye come wit' us. But ye would be welcome to if ye wants." The gruff woodsman has taken a shine to the little girl in the few days.
"Aye, Lassie, I am to go after the source of the goblins." Laravier says to the small girl.
"Ye should be safer with the caravan, tho, for I cannot guarantee yer safety if ye come wit' us. But ye would be welcome to if ye wants." The gruff woodsman has taken a shine to the little girl in the few days.
Trollbabe
First Post
The goblin becomes very silent. Even though he is bound very tightly Thalmarose notices the creature is trembling slightly. After a pause he mumbles something but the cloth makes the goblin's words unrecognizable.
Mallie frowns at Laravier "It won't do no good! There are too many!" She kicks the dirt and stomps off to one of the wagons.
Two young men step forward to the taskmaster and Thrang who now stand beside one another. "My name is Jerol, this is my cousin Galen. We will go with the goblin hunters. Although we have little experience we have no love for the greenskins either." The two men wear light armour and carry battered wooden shields. Each has a shortsword at their side, but these blades have seen little action.
Mallie frowns at Laravier "It won't do no good! There are too many!" She kicks the dirt and stomps off to one of the wagons.
Two young men step forward to the taskmaster and Thrang who now stand beside one another. "My name is Jerol, this is my cousin Galen. We will go with the goblin hunters. Although we have little experience we have no love for the greenskins either." The two men wear light armour and carry battered wooden shields. Each has a shortsword at their side, but these blades have seen little action.
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