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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.
Rucks (ICC)
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The Empire
Explorer
South in to the Old Wing forest
The party travels south with out the ranger Patvin. The forest is thick and difficult to move threw. Towards dusk you stumble on to a small clearing with a camp in it there is a Halfling woman cooking. There is also a pony and a mule. Spot check DC 20 for any thing else. Prestige and Emral know her she is there cousin Sasha. A fugitive in the Halfling Empire forbidden from returning home for not paying guild dues.
The party travels south with out the ranger Patvin. The forest is thick and difficult to move threw. Towards dusk you stumble on to a small clearing with a camp in it there is a Halfling woman cooking. There is also a pony and a mule. Spot check DC 20 for any thing else. Prestige and Emral know her she is there cousin Sasha. A fugitive in the Halfling Empire forbidden from returning home for not paying guild dues.
The Empire
Explorer
As gets up and walks towards the two Halflings. Sasha says “Prestige, Emral how are you two? Why are you here? Are you fallowing me?.... Who are your friends? They are your friend’s rite or should I get rid of them for you? Well at lest let me shoo away the elf you can’t trust them unless there the dark ones then I wont trust them treaty barkers. Waite I don’t work for the guild any more so I suppose I can trust if he is trustable. Kind-u short or is that north man troll size?"
Sasha motions for all to sit around the fire.
Sasha motions for all to sit around the fire.
HolyGrenadeFrenzy
Explorer
A halfling in dark cloths and a cloak steps toward the dwarf addressing him in a cheerful tone ,"Greeting! I am Prestige Featherfoot and we are all fellows here...Unless you are a STRAAANGER ?" astonished and giving the dwarf a concerned look. Then without a breath,pointing at the axe," Are you going for more firewood? We will need plenty for the feast I should cook now we are all together.... "Eh, Sha?", turning toward Shasha with a gesture of familiarity. Then with a pensive look of waiting at the dwarf.Woody06 said:
It becomes obvious to all that the halfling is unsure because he has never met anyone he could consider a stranger in his entire life, almost as if a stranger is something of stories and myth only. The dramatic pause seems long after, although it is just a second or so before his blinking and oddly fixed look is too much for others too contain without laughing.
After the laughter and quite immidiately.
"Uh, yeah, these are friends and getting rid of them won't be neccisary....right now, anyway." As if it is the polite thing to say and not a threat of violence at all but more of a "shall I get their horses?" sort of question Shasha had asked yet it is difficult to tell exactly.
Then from the Dark Elf and the Northman toward the halfling female with a sweeping hand gesture,"Everybody Shasha."
"Shasha, Lars Raska of the North and member of the 13th Tower", toward the Large Northman.
"And Glyrell Nujennis the Soft Spoken", signalling again toward the Dark Elf. (Whom may be surprised to discover he has aquired a title of sorts if not a desciptor with introduction.) Spoken as if everyone should know everyone by reputation already.
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The Empire
Explorer
Sasha “this is my cousin Prestige and Emral and as Prestige introduced the rest of these fine young gentleman.”
HolyGrenadeFrenzy
Explorer
"We are just following our good friend Dorst whom is on a quest and may find something useful for us to do and other than that we are doing the usual....Meaning, whatever comes up and we fancy as our company business and such." Smiling broadly, "It is often a surprise! Just like this one! Meeting up with the two of you, I mean."
Then toward Shasha in a pleasant tone,"No cousin, we are not following you...Should we be?"
Prestige opens his shouldered bag and starts removing what appears to be cooking equipment....This continues for several minutes and the assembly of what looks like a fancy cooking table complete with racks. The amount of material in front of him is larger than the bag by far. After the assemblage back into another pouch to product several utensils and a cuttlery block and cutting board.......He had a small kitchen bagged in there. Talking to others Prestige seems serious and concentrated on getting the table and cooking pit ready with a sturdy cooking rack right beside the previous one radially around the camp fire. After the set up is ready he cocks his head to the side from the cooks area and addresses Oam, again.
"Dwarf?...Oam is it? Truely, the honor is ours. Would you like coffee? Ale?" Then with a smile,"Wine perhaps? Crag Ines is far way is it not?" Looking around toward the rest of the present company,"Would anyone else, like something? Or would you prefer water while you wait for your meal?"
The strange little halfling bends down to the base of the camp fire and into the fire pit, putting his face nearly into the fire and suddenly their is a rush of flames stoking the fire hot and abruptly high. The fire then returns to a more modarate yet larger and hotter fire than before he put his little head near it. This halfling "cook" appears oblivious to the fact that this is a reknown area of danger and the racket, large amounts of smoke and light from the fire may attract the wrong kind of attention. He begins humming to himself while pulling potatoes, carrots, onions and several small other vegatables bag which contains a large variety of fruits and vegetables and another with cured meat which he immidiately starts preparing food from with abit of zest in his composer.
Turning toward the halfling female,"Lady Shasha," he chimes,"Will there be any more expected guests for dinner or should I prepare for the usual posible additions."
Then toward Shasha in a pleasant tone,"No cousin, we are not following you...Should we be?"
Prestige opens his shouldered bag and starts removing what appears to be cooking equipment....This continues for several minutes and the assembly of what looks like a fancy cooking table complete with racks. The amount of material in front of him is larger than the bag by far. After the assemblage back into another pouch to product several utensils and a cuttlery block and cutting board.......He had a small kitchen bagged in there. Talking to others Prestige seems serious and concentrated on getting the table and cooking pit ready with a sturdy cooking rack right beside the previous one radially around the camp fire. After the set up is ready he cocks his head to the side from the cooks area and addresses Oam, again.
"Dwarf?...Oam is it? Truely, the honor is ours. Would you like coffee? Ale?" Then with a smile,"Wine perhaps? Crag Ines is far way is it not?" Looking around toward the rest of the present company,"Would anyone else, like something? Or would you prefer water while you wait for your meal?"
The strange little halfling bends down to the base of the camp fire and into the fire pit, putting his face nearly into the fire and suddenly their is a rush of flames stoking the fire hot and abruptly high. The fire then returns to a more modarate yet larger and hotter fire than before he put his little head near it. This halfling "cook" appears oblivious to the fact that this is a reknown area of danger and the racket, large amounts of smoke and light from the fire may attract the wrong kind of attention. He begins humming to himself while pulling potatoes, carrots, onions and several small other vegatables bag which contains a large variety of fruits and vegetables and another with cured meat which he immidiately starts preparing food from with abit of zest in his composer.
Turning toward the halfling female,"Lady Shasha," he chimes,"Will there be any more expected guests for dinner or should I prepare for the usual posible additions."
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