(IC) Against the Giants PBP Group 2

[Maxperson]

Kaligan waits until he can find Lord Falldur alone and approaches him.

"My Lord, I believe that what you feared has come to pass. I questioned one of the hill giants who said that they had a sky giant ally and directed me to his room. In that room we found bags of sliced blue agate, which sky giants use as money, as well as a sword that spoke to us saying that it was left hidden in that room by the skyejotun Thyffon."

Pausing for a moment, Kaligan reaches into his pack and pulls out the bags of sliced agate to show Lord Falldur.

"I did not see a sky giant personally, but I don't think the hill giants were smart enough to pull off a subterfuge with this amount of detail. Perhaps they would make a false claim of sky giant allies, but the sliced agate and magic sword seem beyond them. They were...........................not smart."

Kaligan sighs and looks down at the floor for a moment. Then he raises his head and awaits Lord Falldur's response.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Lord Falldur's joy at seeing Chief Nosnra's head was soften by his concern about Gimlak's people. It was bolstered by the Colonel's report, and somewhat shattered by Kahru's name-dropping to which he responded, "Snurre Ironbelly is the King of Charring Hall, home of the Fire Giants. I do not know who Arlaky is, but it seems more likely to me that you mean Arnak. Thane Arnak commands the Stone Giants of Howling Craig."

Later, when Kaligan had a moment to give his private report, Lord Falldur sighed and replied, Fire. Stone. Now Cloud Giants. I have heard the name Thyffon. Prince of Castle Volare. A cloud giant, yes. Has a reputation as stern and aloof, but I can't see why he'd involve himself with anyone as low on their Ordening as Nosnra and his thugs. Perhaps Snurre convinced him."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Though the reports were worrying, the physical presence of Nosnra's head had the soliders of the cairn alive with celebration. Despite his reservations, Lord Falldur took the opportunity to share three bottles of wine with the victors and his officers. They were his last, but he could think of no better opportunity to uncork them.

OOC: I assume you take a long rest. Let me know if your character spends much time in celebration or not (I'm not mean enough to punish you for it, but fluff-wise, you may feel it in the morning!)

 

[Steve Gorak]

As a representative of the Dwarves, Gimlak took 1 drink during the early part of the celebration. He however was not in a mood to celebrate. His brethren were held captive, and he retired early to meditate and prepare mentally for the fights tomorrow.

OOC: Not sure if matters, but Gimlak's side quest was to discover the fate of the dwarven party. I believe that has been acheived. Maybe we can level up? ;-)

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Not sure if matters, but Gimlak's side quest was to discover the fate of the dwarven party. I believe that has been acheived. Maybe we can level up? ;-)

OOC: It does matter, but I would say that it is only partly achieved. You have a pretty good idea where they are, but you have yet to confirm it. I would say that you are close to a level-up, yes, but not quite yet.

 

[JustinCase]

Duvrael keeps himself apart from the report and the festivities. The wizard is more concerned with refreshing his spells, preparing those he thinks might be useful considering the circumstances they know of -- and those they do not, but can reasonably expect.

He does not drink a single drop of alcohol, wanting to be as sharp as possible. All it takes to learn this lesson was one spell turned horribly wrong on a hungover morning when he was only just an apprentice; ever since the yuan ti, never a big fan of alcohol in the first place, has not drank more than one glass a month.

Lastly, Duvrael meditates as he has done every morning since learning the secrets of divination, and the magic grants him insight in two moments that will happen during the day. The details are confusing; he knows that only when the precise moment occurs he will recognize it, and not before.

"Ready," he confirms after these ritualized routines.

OOC: Rolling new Portents for today! Portents: 1D20 = [18] = 18 1D20 = [17] = 17 As before, feel free to use one of those rolls in your IC posts!

 

[Steve Gorak]

Gimlak prepares for the day ahead. He summons his companions and bolsters them low grumbling meditative trance

OOC: inspiring leader, everyone gets 13 temp hp, including Donnel if he comes

 

[Kobold Stew]

The Colonel wakes and leaves the enclosure to stand beneath the open sky in the predawn light. He begins his prayers, which are accompanied by some low rumbling, in the ground as the earth shakes. He wants to go back, to finish the examination of the steading. To learn what lies underneath. He returns to the palisade, and stops to chat briefly with the guards. After giving them permission to stand at ease, he notices with some surprise that Donnell is with them as well. He had apparently got up early, too -- a good sign given the drinking he had been partaking in the previous evening.

"We'll be heading back to the Giant's fortress soon. You're coming with us." His voice doesn't make the last sentence a question, though of course Donnell is not formally under the Colonel's orders and is free to stay. "You made a good showing of yourself, lad. Let's keep it up."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

In the morning, Doc was mysteriously missing. No guard had seen him leave the cairn, though one reported that they thought they saw a man in silhouette standing on a nearby ridge. That man had been similar in appearance to Doc, but taller (and his hat was larger and shaped differently). A wind had blown through, and the guard had glanced away for a moment to secure his cloak, and when he looked back, the man was gone.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Donnell was secretly nursing a terrible headache and was perhaps, still a little drunk, but he nodded and told the Colonel, "Yessir!"

And he was ready to go when the time came.