Q'Barra: Into the Emerald Forest - Part II

[doghead]

he has no name, warforged warrior

The nameless warforged holds gaze of the servant of the Silver Flame as she responds. He gaze is unblinking, and his face impassive. He turn to each of the others as they add their piece. He is silent for a moment after Erin's prompt.

"Lets then," he says finally.

The warforged shifts his spear to a carrying position and taps it against his leg to alert the animal to their imminent departure.

 

[Guest 11456]

Eff Flat : Male Warforged Bard 4

Silent for a while, the odd musical warforged steps forward.

"Good! Then we are going to the village? I want to find out more about this, lek'sshareth. It sounds interesting."

He checks his gear, quickly.

"Let's not waste another moment in this place. Let us move toward the village."

 

[Urko]

Pressing forward

The rest of the day is more of the same – an incredibly difficult slog through tangled brush and muddy gullies. Not long before nightfall you get a bit of relief when the rain stops. Dargin even locates a rocky outcropping with a bit of an overhang that makes an excellent campsite.

The night passes uneventfully, but far from peacefully. The nocturnal inhabitants of the jungle are even louder than their daytime counterparts. At one point, while the humans and halfling try to sleep, ‘he has no name’ is certain that he spots, through a gap in the trees, an enormous winged creature briefly silhouetted in front of the purple face of Dravago. Whatever it may have been is gone before he can bring it to Eff Flat’s attention. Both warforged must remain ever vigilant against the ubiquitous chirpers, which seem eager to inspect the contents of the party’s baggage.

The sleepers awaken in the morning feeling barely rested. The group presses on and at mid morning has a bit of luck; Matilda discovers a trail that seems to be going more or less in the direction you were travelling. Progress is much quicker after that; by the time the sun is beginning to dip behind the trees, the western edge of K’lethka Ridge looms above you. The trail curves to the left, perhaps circling around the north side of the ridge, which is unfortunate, since the party must travel along the southern side. As the group is debating the merits of pressing on a bit longer and which direction to go, a motion from the ridge top attracts Erin and Sanae’s attention. Several lizard folk are scrambling down the ridge at high speed, apparently headed in your direction. They are currently about 30 yards away and 20 up, but closing the distance rapidly.

 

[Yeoman]

Matilda spots the lizardfolk bearing down the hill towards them and addresses them in a loud voice. Remember harsh consonants, slightly sibilant vowels. Hope I'm not too rusty. "Brave warriors, we come in peace. We are attempting to meet with the Three Feathers tribe in order to negotiate an agreement to stop the raids against our employer. Also we search for friends lost in a recent raid against Kolbek. Can you assist us?"

And Carla said I'd never use Draconic. I showed her, didn't I.


I forgot to add a diplomacy check. My bad.

Diplomacy Check 19

 

[Pebele]

Sanae quickly took up her battle stance, her greatsword held at the ready.

She looked to Matilda "What are you telling them? Are you certain you speak their language?"

Then she looked to Erin and the others. "Be alert... Anyone else able to communicate with them?"

 

[doghead]

he has no name, warforged warrior.

He has no name glances up at the dusk as they approach, then at his companions around him. If he is not already, the warforged moves into a position where he can place his shield and spear between the dusk and the less martial members of the party should the need arise.

The warforged manifests*, his mind expanding its awareness to detect feelings of aggression and hostility in the minds of those around him. An odd but familiar smell fills the air, triggering a brief recollection of something long thought forgotten, but gone before it can be captured..

ooc: Manifest detect hostile intent (3pp, 30', 40 mins). Display not dispensed with: DC17 vs Concentration (1d20+9=15).

 

[Yeoman]

While still facing the lizardfolk, Matilda addresses the party. "Keep your weapons lowered everyone. I'm trying to convince them that we are peaceful, so weapons are a little...counter productive. And Sanae...I do speak their language, but if you would prefer to try yourself be my guest."

 

[Dayspire]

Erin

Erin glances at Sanae and Matilda.

"If they speak Draconic, then I can speak to them as well." Erin reaches behind her and slides out the Thunder Staff. "Though I do not know what good it will do. They seem to be in quite a hurry to 'meet' with us."


ooc: Erin leans on the Staff as if it's... well... a staff. I assume it doesn't look threatening in and of itself? Erin will let Matilda handle this effort at diplomacy, watching her all the while.

 

[SelcSilverhand]

So this is what a lizardman looks like, Dargin thinks to himself as he watches the shapes descend towards them. Small, yet agile with an unusual scale color pattern that no doubt helps them blend in with their forest home. Will they be friendly or enemy, he wonders. He listens as Matilda hisses and sputters in their strange language wondering what she is saying to them. He nods in approval when she explains she is trying to explain to them that they were not enemy. He pats Malk more to reassure himself than the clawfoot and waits the approach of the lizardfolk.

 

[Pebele]

Sanae lowered her sword to her side, but she kept her eyes on the lizardmen as they approached. She set her jaw and tried to suppress the thought of what the lizardmen had done to Leara. They are not the same. They are not. The dream meant nothing, and we will not fall prey to fear. Never again.

"Do we even know if they are the Three Feathers? Can anyone make out any of what they are saying?"