S@squ@tch's Against the Giants - Team Gold

[Graf]

Still staggering a little, a now much healthier looking Darv rejoins the party. "A pleasure to meet you, Master Hudder. And if you can use that axe half as well as you sell, I'll be even more delighted to know you. It's been a rather rough few days."

Likewise! Hudder greets Darv with stout clap on the shoulder. I wager, Yeh'll have plenty o' chances to judge me axe-work for yourself. Hudder grins broadly.

Dunna mean tah jump tah conclusions but yeh look like a scholar! After a good guide, there's nothing more valuable in Xen'dric. Out here ignorance I'll kill yah here quick'n jump'n the Gap. So yeh be tha most important person here laddie!

You notice anything you wanna check or look over, or you think we need tah be careful 'bout sum'n you yell it out!

[edit: Hudder blinks as Darv's healing spell washes over them. An' a priest ta' boot! Tha's a rare combination indeed!]

"Welcome aboord ta ya then. Keep up and keep yer eyes peeled. We're startin' to get inta the Scorpion Claw clans territerry, so if'n yer gittin' da feelin' yer bein' watched, ye probably are."

"Right, now, lits git back on da trail fer the Titan Teeth."

He looks up to the sky to get his bearings, then draws his kukri and heads out. Using his blade as a machete on any of the jungle plants and vines that get in his way.

Hudder taps his helmet in acknowledgement of Ganyon's instructions and falls in beside Darv. "Speak'n o' not-so-academic type research'n stuff... you know any'ting about these funny looking animals tha jump'd me tha other day? Never seen tha like before...

 

[EvolutionKB]

Morph

Morph takes his place in the middle of the party. He speaks to Ganyon, "How far away are we from our destination? What are the scorpion claws?"

 

[s@squ@tch]

Ganyon

"Da Claws are a mean buncha drow. They've bin known tah sacrifice their own to there god, and have no issues doin' ta same to outsiders. They're also known fer workin' wit da damn scorrow -- mor'n any udder drow tribe."

He spits on the ground while continuing to cut a path through the thick vegetation.

"If'n ya git a scorrow on yer tail, you won't know it until the wurst possible time, den dey strike atcha. Damn gud hunters dey be."

As if on queue, the path that Ganyon cuts opens up into a small clearing, where several mounds of scorpions can be seen. None of them larger than a humans hand, they appear not to pose a threat.

"Damn bugs." Ganyon says as he skirts the open area to get to the other side.

"As fer how far we are away from the 'Teeth, I'd say dat da Traveller has been gud tah us so far, so I'd say another day or so."

 

[EvolutionKB]

Morph

Morph looks into the clearing before raising his hand towards the scorpions, palm outward. A small ball of fire erupts around the insects burning them and scorching the ground. "If it be only a day to our destination we should be more aware of those that would be spying upon us."
[sblock=S@s]The scrying sensor still watching us (if we can tell)[/sblock]

 

[Graf]

Hudder is enthusiastically continuing to tell the story about one of his more ribald cousins, a story which is, according him "tha' reason I became the fine explorer yah see before yah taday".

"So anyway me cousin, says ta Baroness d'Sivis..."

"Da Claws are a mean buncha drow. They've bin known tah sacrifice their own to there god, and have no issues doin' ta same to outsiders. They're also known fer workin' wit da damn scorrow -- mor'n any udder drow tribe."

Hudder frowns at the scorpion covered mounds and casually swings his shield and ax off his back.

Best'ta finish tha' story annuder time.

[sblock=OOC positioning]If Dreadnought is in the back then Hudder is in the middle of the party; if Dreadnought is near the middle or front he'll move to the back (so he can move quickly to intercept anything that comes in).

The goal is to have one heavily armored person (AKA tank) in the middle of the group and one in the back. [/sblock]

"If it be only a day to our destination we should be more aware of those that would be spying upon us."

I can protect yah 'gainst magical scrying 'n tha like, but I've got 'nothing particularly useful against someone follow'n quiet like.

Unless someone else speaks to him Hudder becomes silent, or at least silent for Hudder; which involves periodically muttering under his breath to himself.

 

[Shayuri]

Dreadnought takes his position near the front of the group unless told otherwise. When Hudder mentions protecting against scrying he pauses and looks back at the dwarf.

"Protection against magical scrying would be most useful," he rumbles. "Proceed."

 

[Rolzup]

An' a priest ta' boot! Tha's a rare combination indeed!

"Just a scholar," Darv assures him. "I hold no holy offices. I lack the proper temperment, I fear.

And if you can do something about our eastwhile watcher, please -- do not hesitate! I've not been able to have much effect upon his scrying."

 

[Rolzup]

(The server doesn't like me today -- double post.)

 

[s@squ@tch]

[sblock=Morph] Morph still can see the invisible distortion around the goliath. [/sblock]

 

[Graf]

Dreadnought takes his position near the front of the group unless told otherwise. When Hudder mentions protecting against scrying he pauses and looks back at the dwarf.

"Protection against magical scrying would be most useful," he rumbles. "Proceed."

What?

No' tha ah be mind'n o' course. But Dorn's left knuckle, who'n yah be thinking be scry'n us? Scry'n's a one-tah-one type thing. Tah properly block a scryer ah need to plug their target.

I'canna do everyone. Even' a heir o' Kundarak's got their limits.

"Just a scholar," Darv assures him. "I hold no holy offices. I lack the proper temperment, I fear.

Ha! And humble too!
If tha' gods be blessing us when you make yer mumblings and wave yer hands then you got all tha offices tha' matta tah my way o' thinking.
In mah experience hold'n an' office isn' proof o' devotion. Not anymore anyway.

And if you can do something about our eastwhile watcher, please -- do not hesitate! I've not been able to have much effect upon his scrying."

OK. I'm sure yah know, even wit' a fair sized mark s'not guaranteed thing. I'll give'er a go 'n see if we can shake 'em.

[sblock=OOC]Assuming Morph lets him know that the golaith is currently being scried. Hudder "casts" nondetection on the goliath.
CL 14 so it should last for 14 hours; attempts to scry the goliath will need to make a caster level check DC 25[/sblock]
Hol' still there big fella. Hudder reaches out to touch the massive warrior's forearm. A subtle blue glow shimmers from his cheek for a minute.

[sblock=Dragonmarks]

Dragonmarked (CL 14)
Least alarm 1/day firetrap 1/day misdirection 1/day
Lesser glyph of warding 1/day nondetection 1/day
Greater greater glyph of warding 1/day​

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