The Four Lands - The Great North
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Dracomeander
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Finnian
Finnian hangs on to the tent as he tries to see if any of the groups foes remain nearby. He contemplates remaining until Jaroth completes whatever ritual he is doing but returns inside the tent as a gust nearly removes him from his hold.
Vorian will see a young man maybe into his mid-twenties in rather sodden but well cut traveling clothes when Finnian comes back inside to join the others. His auburn hair is plastered to his head and a bright rapier is still in his hand dripping water and blood. He shows no apparent notice of the weather although it is obvious with the wet clothes clinging to him that he is not dressed for this climate. He pulls out a rag to wipe down the blade before sheathing it while speaking. The lilt of the southern realms can be heard in his voice.
"Greetings Vorian. I did not think you were accusing us of being with the dark. I was merely curious why you would think even an enlarged Bertrand here would be an ogier.
"I am Finnian Douglas, world traveler and minstrel, and curiosity just gets the better of me sometimes. You say there are more companies of horsemen around. How many and what did they look like? Did they appear to have a set destination? Unfortunately, I believe we are stuck here until this storm blows itself out. Oh, and where is Oldoak?"
Finnian hangs on to the tent as he tries to see if any of the groups foes remain nearby. He contemplates remaining until Jaroth completes whatever ritual he is doing but returns inside the tent as a gust nearly removes him from his hold.
Vorian will see a young man maybe into his mid-twenties in rather sodden but well cut traveling clothes when Finnian comes back inside to join the others. His auburn hair is plastered to his head and a bright rapier is still in his hand dripping water and blood. He shows no apparent notice of the weather although it is obvious with the wet clothes clinging to him that he is not dressed for this climate. He pulls out a rag to wipe down the blade before sheathing it while speaking. The lilt of the southern realms can be heard in his voice.
"Greetings Vorian. I did not think you were accusing us of being with the dark. I was merely curious why you would think even an enlarged Bertrand here would be an ogier.
"I am Finnian Douglas, world traveler and minstrel, and curiosity just gets the better of me sometimes. You say there are more companies of horsemen around. How many and what did they look like? Did they appear to have a set destination? Unfortunately, I believe we are stuck here until this storm blows itself out. Oh, and where is Oldoak?"
J. Alexander
First Post
The Cove
As the party converses inside the tent, the wind continues to blow and howl about the tent.
For Vadric
[sblock]Going to ground, Vadric manages to get out of the path of the windstorm that still seems to be blowing.[/sblock]
For Jaroth
[sblock]What was the unmodified roll please[/sblock]
As the party converses inside the tent, the wind continues to blow and howl about the tent.
For Vadric
[sblock]Going to ground, Vadric manages to get out of the path of the windstorm that still seems to be blowing.[/sblock]
For Jaroth
[sblock]What was the unmodified roll please[/sblock]
J. Alexander
First Post
The Cove
For Jaroth
[sblock]As the party enters the shelter of the tent, Jaroth engages in a test of wills with and elder god. Extending his sense and arcane power, Jaroth fouces it on the storm and begins bedning them to his will. The stuggle goes on for what seems ages when in his mind he hears the voice of Zephey say "You wish the wind and rain, then you shall have them youngling" Having completed his sentece, Zepher reales his control and the storm surges against Jaroth overwhelimg his senses. Just managing a quick thougt, Jaroth crumples to the ground..."What is your quick though?[/sblock]
For Jaroth
[sblock]As the party enters the shelter of the tent, Jaroth engages in a test of wills with and elder god. Extending his sense and arcane power, Jaroth fouces it on the storm and begins bedning them to his will. The stuggle goes on for what seems ages when in his mind he hears the voice of Zephey say "You wish the wind and rain, then you shall have them youngling" Having completed his sentece, Zepher reales his control and the storm surges against Jaroth overwhelimg his senses. Just managing a quick thougt, Jaroth crumples to the ground..."What is your quick though?[/sblock]
Rath Lorien
First Post
Anniston addresses Finnian and Bertrand, "I saw Vadric swept away in the storm. He was taken east. There was nothing I could do. I think I saw Jaroth as well. He was out, over the sea. I'm not sure if he was in control of the storm or if it was controlling him. There seemed to be another figure there. Do you all hear that booming voice? Perhaps they were fighting, I could not tell. At least the lightning is pounding the hill where the wizards are congregated. It cannot be going well for them. Unfortunately with this storm I'm not sure what else we can do."
Turning to Vorian, "In answer to your question, we are shipwrecked. You speak of a company of horsemen headed this way. Do you know them? Are they allied with the darkness?"
Turning to Vorian, "In answer to your question, we are shipwrecked. You speak of a company of horsemen headed this way. Do you know them? Are they allied with the darkness?"
Rhun
First Post
[sblock=J. Alexander]
Reaching the ground, Vadric seeks out shelter on the leeward side of the largest, thickest tree he can find. Sheathing Warsong and wrapping his thick cloak about him, he huddles in the recesses of the tree's trunk, and waits for the winds to pass. Finding refuge, the cleric prays to the Light to heal some of the wounds that he has suffered during the battle.
Spontaneously cast Cure SeriousWounds, healing 25 points of damage. Dropping one Dispel Magic.
[sblock=stats & spells]
Vadric Current Stats
AC 30, Fort +11, Ref +6, Wil +14
Str 14 (+2), BAB +8, HP 65/87
Warsong +17/+12 (1d8+7+1d6 fire/17-20)
Spells in Effect:
Wind Walk, duration 9 hours
Magic Vestment, duration 10 hours
Magic Circle against Evil, duration 49 minutes
Bless, duration 99 rounds
Shield of Faith, duration 100 rounds
Divine Favor, duration 11 rounds
Obscuring Mist, duration 11 minutes
[sblock=Spells Prepared]
- 0-Level (6): Detect Magic x 2, Create Water, Light x 2,
- 1st Level (7+1): Bless, Command, Remove Fear,Divine Favor, Shield of Faith, Obscuring Mist, Doom + Magic Weapon
- 2nd Level (5+1): Consecrate, Hold Person x 2, Lesser Restoration, Silence + Spiritual Weapon
- 3rd Level (5+1): Invisibility Purge,Magic Circle vrs. Evil, Searing Light, Dispel Magic x 2 + Magic Vestment
- 4th Level (4+1):Freedom of Movement, Neutralize Poison, Divine Power x 2 + Holy Smite
- 5th Level (3+1):Greater Command, Righteous Might, True Seeing + Flame Strike
- 6th Level (1+1):Blade Barrier + Wind Walk
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Reaching the ground, Vadric seeks out shelter on the leeward side of the largest, thickest tree he can find. Sheathing Warsong and wrapping his thick cloak about him, he huddles in the recesses of the tree's trunk, and waits for the winds to pass. Finding refuge, the cleric prays to the Light to heal some of the wounds that he has suffered during the battle.
Spontaneously cast Cure SeriousWounds, healing 25 points of damage. Dropping one Dispel Magic.
[sblock=stats & spells]
Vadric Current Stats
AC 30, Fort +11, Ref +6, Wil +14
Str 14 (+2), BAB +8, HP 65/87
Warsong +17/+12 (1d8+7+1d6 fire/17-20)
Spells in Effect:
Wind Walk, duration 9 hours
Magic Vestment, duration 10 hours
Magic Circle against Evil, duration 49 minutes
Bless, duration 99 rounds
Shield of Faith, duration 100 rounds
Divine Favor, duration 11 rounds
[sblock=Spells Prepared]
- 0-Level (6): Detect Magic x 2, Create Water, Light x 2,
- 1st Level (7+1): Bless, Command, Remove Fear,
- 2nd Level (5+1): Consecrate, Hold Person x 2, Lesser Restoration, Silence + Spiritual Weapon
- 3rd Level (5+1): Invisibility Purge,
- 4th Level (4+1):
- 5th Level (3+1):
- 6th Level (1+1):
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Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Vorian
Waving away concerns about ogiers..."Don't worry about ogiers. It's part of the reason I'm here, I saw big siluethe, it was just my history with them that caused the illusion." Vorian scowls and pauses for a second lost in recollection.
Then he snaps out of it turning back to the party.
I'n not sure if they are allied with these spellcasters, but they certainly weren't shipwrecked with magical armaments, good horses and in such large group. There were abou 30 of them that split three ways as I said before. I ran in front of this group because of all the commotion you people did.
Oldoak is about 2000 miles from here, small border-hugging keep at the edge of Great Forest.
OOC: DM, if any of them would know more details please provide (I'd like to know too
)
It's nice to speak language of Light again if even for the short while. It brings memories of home.
Now, who are you again, how did you come to be shipwrecked so far out of anything civilized and who are, or rather were, those spellcasters? Quickly, we don't have much time.
Changing for Northern Gaulic: IF this language makes it easier for you, I'm fluent in it too. I'm here in the north for more then a few years.
[sblock=For DM]
I wanted to be open about the riders. You didn't answer before if I know where they could be heading. If I've forgotten something obvious please fill in, I'm in a pinch this week and cannot re-read posts from before. Thanks.
OOC
art of the reason Vorian is here is to find his mentor's killer and body snatcher, mapping is just duty. (see history)
[/sblock]
Waving away concerns about ogiers..."Don't worry about ogiers. It's part of the reason I'm here, I saw big siluethe, it was just my history with them that caused the illusion." Vorian scowls and pauses for a second lost in recollection.
Then he snaps out of it turning back to the party.
I'n not sure if they are allied with these spellcasters, but they certainly weren't shipwrecked with magical armaments, good horses and in such large group. There were abou 30 of them that split three ways as I said before. I ran in front of this group because of all the commotion you people did.
Oldoak is about 2000 miles from here, small border-hugging keep at the edge of Great Forest.
OOC: DM, if any of them would know more details please provide (I'd like to know too
)It's nice to speak language of Light again if even for the short while. It brings memories of home.
Now, who are you again, how did you come to be shipwrecked so far out of anything civilized and who are, or rather were, those spellcasters? Quickly, we don't have much time.
Changing for Northern Gaulic: IF this language makes it easier for you, I'm fluent in it too. I'm here in the north for more then a few years.
[sblock=For DM]
I wanted to be open about the riders. You didn't answer before if I know where they could be heading. If I've forgotten something obvious please fill in, I'm in a pinch this week and cannot re-read posts from before. Thanks.
OOC
art of the reason Vorian is here is to find his mentor's killer and body snatcher, mapping is just duty. (see history)[/sblock]
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Dracomeander
First Post
To Anniston, "Considering how you arrived here, I believe Vadric is the one most capable of rejoining us after the storm abates. Provided of course that he doesn't run afoul of more of those Drakar.
"As for why we are here, it is as Anniston says. We were passengers on the Western Star ship 'Retribution' when it was hit by a storm and tossed apart. Since we seemed to be the most capable after getting the bulk of the survivors organized, we came this way searching for far flung survivors. Obviously the survivor we found here has some rather extensive resources to have camping gear like this," gesturing around the 'tent.'
"Those spellcasters are from something called the Order of Drakar according to another of our number who is still outside. What the Drakar are, I'm not quite clear on yet. They are definitely powerful in the arcane arts and allied with fiends from the lower realms. Apparently they want something the survivor here has."
"As for why we are here, it is as Anniston says. We were passengers on the Western Star ship 'Retribution' when it was hit by a storm and tossed apart. Since we seemed to be the most capable after getting the bulk of the survivors organized, we came this way searching for far flung survivors. Obviously the survivor we found here has some rather extensive resources to have camping gear like this," gesturing around the 'tent.'
"Those spellcasters are from something called the Order of Drakar according to another of our number who is still outside. What the Drakar are, I'm not quite clear on yet. They are definitely powerful in the arcane arts and allied with fiends from the lower realms. Apparently they want something the survivor here has."
