The Reconquista OOC

Whoever did in the bugbear, it likely wasn't Reivik - he's not exactly a ranged combat kinda guy.

The dwarf did, however, take careful note of the devices of the orc clans, and a description of the orc chieftain - a name would be even better. A less-suicidal opportunity to even accounts would surely present itself in the future...

He also crafted a poem detailing the event, from which he is inclined to chant the occasional line when it seems Anastasia is acting particularly Paladinish and needs reminding of her own mortality...

-Hyp.
 

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Maybe you should also edit the adventure synopsis into the first post of this thread and add links to any other threads (that is RG and later IC). :)

Bye
Thanee
 

Branding Opportunity said:
Please feel free to modify and add to the basic story as you see fit.

One thing, that is not covered yet, and which I think we should somehow include is, how we actually came together as a group then. :)

As far as things go, we didn't know each other before the village yet. Of course, if you just changed "your group" into something like "the remaining warriors" (which is all of them, including the dwarfs and whatnot who were left behind), and then the group as such (us six) only formed after this incident, that would work, too, I think.

Bye
Thanee
 


Thanee said:
As far as things go, we didn't know each other before the village yet. Of course, if you just changed "your group" into something like "the remaining warriors" (which is all of them, including the dwarfs and whatnot who were left behind), and then the group as such (us six) only formed after this incident, that would work, too, I think.

Another possibility - after this incident, we go our separate ways... and then when we happen to all be in the same place on a later occasion, the "Hey, weren't you at Fitela?" effect leads to us banding together...

-Hyp.
 

Situations like this can definitely have a strong effect on long term friendships, though. Life or death situations tend to do that. I hear stories from war veterans to that effect all the time. But yeah. =)
 

Morley would be a logical choice for the mystery archer who downed the Bugbear. Not exactly sporting, but he is very pragmatic. Let's assume he was second level and 16 years old, and thus more of an archer.

Morley had fled from his families lands in Southwestern Sterich at the foothills of the Crystalmists. Carefully taking back trails and little know ways Morley guided his Mother and siblings away from the attacking hoard. They had traveled to the village of Fitela arriving half frozen and nearly starved. He lost a couple of toes and the tip of his least finger to frostbite and his sister was sick with a fever. They had no money and few belongings. Morley was angry and frustrated and joined the band who were fighting. During the battle his own homemade bow had been broken. He took up the bow of a fallen warrior as the duel between Anastasia the Bugbear got underway. The warrior had a huge pile of dead foes around him, but Morley took no notice. He pulled on the warrior's quiver its beautiful elven workmanship obscured by the blood of the fallen. Morley watched the brief dual in stunned silence like all the others. As Anastasia went down his heart grew cold. Thinking he was dead anyway Morley reached back and pulled the final arrow from the quiver. It was marked with arcane runes and fletched with feathers the color of flame, but Morley took no notice. The pull of the bow was huge, but Morley was a strong lad with mucles born of hard labor swinging a forester's axe and pulling logs. He strained to draw the bow back and released the arrow at the bugbear. His aim was true and the arrow caught fire and crackled with energy as it left the bow. It flew directly into the bugbear's eye. Such a shot was devestating and called forth the special magic of the arrow. It burst with flame adding terrible fire to the already horrible wound. Morley was as stunned as any other by what he had done. Men pounded his back and asked his name. Once they realized they were free they began to move away as a group. Morley continued to clutch the amazing bow in his hands as he walked away from this battle. He never learned the name of the fallen warrior who's bow and quiver he would cherrish from that day forward, but every year on the anniversary of the man's death he would light a candle for this lost soldier who's magic had made the simple forester a hero.

Objections? Suggestions?
 


Anastasia and Morley would likely be known for their deeds this day and might well be thrown together because of it. It isn't much, but it could help form the core of a group. When next someone is looking for heroic fools their names should come up. ;)
 

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