D&D 5E Ironfang Invasion (IC)

[eayres33]

Aubrin leads the group an hour or so into the thick woods of Fangwood. Where she stops there are 20 or so survivors of the Phaendar massacre. Several tents and make too lean-tos are in the area.

Aubrin stops and takes a deep breath, “The army will be held up by your destruction of the bridge, and some of you and most of these people are at the end to their rope. I suggest we camp here for the night, we can discuss further plans in the morning.”

GM: Everyone take a long rest and level yourself up to level two, that was a long hard fought night.

 

[SunGold]

Corsa drops her pack on the ground and starts fumbling around in it, looking for one of the bottles of rum. When she finds one, she takes a long swig, and then looks around at her surroundings in dismay. This was bad--somehow even worse than the circumstances she was running from.

She drinks for a few more minutes, until she's had enough to pull Vin aside and ask the question she already knows the answer to. "You're going to stay and be a hero, aren't you? You don't have to, you know. We could leave right now--go to Tamran, maybe. Sit on the piers in that bog and learn to play the banjo...or whatever they do there," she finishes dismissively.

She takes another pull of rum. "On second thought, maybe not Tamran. But anywhere you want, handsome. What say you?" She looks at him with eyebrows raised as if in hopeful expectation, but there's no actual hope in her eyes.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Loosh found a log and sat down heavily. He watched Vin and Corsa from afar and was uplifted by their interaction. Even in times such as these, love finds a way.

He removed his armour and gear and stretched, checking his wound for the first time. It was shallow, and not at all life-threatening, but still it was painful. He wondered if he had done a good job of appearing heroic.

When he had cleaned and dressed his wound, he got up and went to check on the woman and the children he had helped to rescue, and to find a corner of a tent to lay his bedroll.

OOC: What's the weather like?

 

[River Song]

Vin looked at Corsa's hopeful face and he had to turn away a moment to compose himself. He could still see smoke rising from the town and looking about the fearful faces of those they had managed to save. It wasn't enough, he thought to himself.

"Aye, we could go," he agreed. "We could indeed lovely, but how could we live with ourselves?"

The situation was dire and if the assault on the town was any indication of the organisation and power of these foes, they would likely die. He smiled at Corsa, could he stand to loose her? "We need to alert someone in authority as to what has happened?" he asked hopefully, maybe she would take the offering, maybe she wouldn't. A part of him desperately wanted her to go and be safe, but another part wanted her by his side.

 

[Greenmtn]

Harb Half-Elf Paladin

Harb travels around the encampment, checking with each person that seems to be injured and doing what he can to bind there wounds before sitting down next to Lal to tend his own while staring at the cloud of smoke over the village.

Thoughts racing through his head "The sun has set for many. But, we made sure these few will see at least one more."

 

[eayres33]

GM: It's a clear night, and mild temp wise. After the long rest, benefits you get from your first night of sleep, we are going to switch to a short rest being overnight and long rest being a week for the next section of this adventure. This should work better for balance and pacing reasons. I'll give everyone another day, or more if needed to wrap up any conversations you may have in character, then Aubrin will call a meeting in the morning.

 

[SunGold]

Corsa returns Vin's smile with a resigned one of her own. "Yeah, I knew you'd say that, but you can't blame a girl for trying." She sighs, and her small smile turns into a grin. "Right then, heroes it is."

"Guess I'd better get settled in," she says, glancing back at the makeshift camp. "Join me for a drink when you're ready? I hear marvelous things about the rum they serve in this fine woodland establishment," she says to the bladesinger, holding up her bottle of rum with a chuckle.

As she wanders back toward the camp, she spots Loosh tending to his wound. Ah, dammit, she thinks when she sees it. She makes a decision and heads toward him, fishing out her second bottle of rum when she reaches him. She holds it out in offering, nodding toward his wound. "I know you got that so I wouldn't. You could've taken cover back at the shrine, but you left it for me. I owe you this, at least." She grins a little. "And I like your weapon, by the way." She doesn't elaborate.

 

[JustinCase]

Flint seems grumpier than before. Little chopping axes appear around his head as the dwarf scurries about, appearing busy gathering wood for the fire but actually lingering. Quite a few times he takes a look in the direction of Corsa and Vin.

When Corsa eventually walks away, the magic around Flint fades away and he walks over to Vin.

"Nice work back there," the dwarf begins hesitantly. "Where will you go now?"

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Loosh gratefully takes the rum, and drinks as if it had once been his life's blood, but he's no longer used to it. An old friend he hasn't seen in a long time. He's friendly and charming, but slightly awkward, as if he is out of practice in basic socialisation.

"Don't worry about it, I've had worse." he says to Corsa, referring to the wound, and then of the boarding pike, "She's the last of a set of thirty-two. The others were lost when the Red-Tailed Swallow foundered in the south seas."

He opens his mouth as if he is about to continue the tale, but catches himself and has a drink instead.

"Have you known Vin long?"

 

[River Song]

When Corsa eventually walks away, the magic around Flint fades away and he walks over to Vin.

"Nice work back there," the dwarf begins hesitantly. "Where will you go now?"

Vin smiles as Corsa leaves, she was looking for a reason to stay; even it was only to look after his sorry backside.

"Thanks Flint, you were pretty impressive yourself, a dwarven arcanist?" Vin asks.

He looks about sadly, ​"I think we need to get these people to safety. Where would be the next largest town? Will they be under attack?"