Working for the Baron - The Adventure

[Phoenix8008]

Nyra

Nyra wipes the sweat off her brow as she finishes off the last sleeping Orc. Marveling as her torn and damaged flesh miraculously knits itself back together, Nyra sighs in pleasure as her wounds are healed.

"Thank you Zyrial, may your song never end."

Nyra helps any other villagers she can before retiring to the inn to rest. All the while, she will try to gather any information she can on this 'Putrid Flesh tribe' to see what she can find out.

[sblock]Gather Information check: d20 +1[/sblock]

 

[Verbatim]

Walking slowly as his adrenaline was replaced by fatigue, Balin stare was one of frustration as he looked at the tabard wore by the attackers.

~The Putrid Flesh...spawns of the Dark Coin himself...all these dark blooded creatures are...blood and ashes I am too old for this...~

As Zyrial urged him to get some rest, Balin nodded absently, but he knew sleep would not come easy to him. However, the others would need his spells in the morning and while he knew not what dangers they were riding into with the approaching dawn, he knew they would be grave.

~Shal...thank you for watching over us tonight...it seems we shall be apart a little longer, but I will be there with you soon...I promise..~

Leaning heavily on the staff for support, Balin returned to his room and although he did not think it would happen, fell asleep almost instantly.

 

[wgreen]

Hargrim clasps Zyrial's hand in wordless thanks for his care. He walks into the tavern, downs a mug of strong ale, and then helps Nyra learn what there is to learn about this horrid cult. "Then," says the dwarf to the warrior-woman as they walk, "these old bones of mine need to rest. I could sleep for days..."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Zyrial

Zyrial played long after the other had left the area. Such was the way of the clergy that they were there for the sake of the others but they were ever apart from them. He eventually picked up his harp and his wands from where they lay. Trudging to bed his last thoughts are of the love he can never have and strangely he thinks of apples.

 

[Phoenix8008]

Nyra

After checking for any information she can find out about the Orc clan, Nyra will search all the orc bodies. Any money she finds should probably be donated to the families who lost loved ones. Any weapons she finds, she sticks in the ground grouped together so that any townsfolk can claim one for future defense. They will at least be better than farming implements. Any other items of interest, she will gather and bring into the inn for inspection and discussion with the others in the party.

 

[AmorFati]

Most of the villagers have heard of the Putrid Flesh clan. They were a small clan, poseing no threat, living in the mountains to the east. They were assumed to be joining with Rexar's clan, but now the villagers are not so sure.

The orcs all carried battleaxes and chain shirts. Upon closer inspection the orcs look gaunt and underfed. None had anything of any value, and most were wearing only rags as clothes.

What do you do now? Go to bed, or stay up?

[sblock] The village is now in posession of 39 Battleaxes and Chain shirts.[/sblock]

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Zyrial

After saying his goodnights the cleric heads to his room and is in reverie as soon as he lay down?

 

[Phoenix8008]

Nyra

Her father always told her that a warrior sleeps whenever the chance arises because you never know when you will get another chance to do so. With this wisdom in mind, Nyra will sit at a table in the Inn and put her head down to sleep for a while at least knowing that her weapons are close at hand should there be further trouble.

 

[Phoenix8008]

*Bump* ing this thread in hopes that it can get going again. Anybody else still interested here or am I the only one?

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Hi all. I'm posting to le you know I have to leave this game. I started a new job and just don't have the time for all the PbP I am in, Love ya all,

Grimm