World of Low'verok

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Abdul nods to the group, then calls to a pair of riders in the Bedine tongue. They nod to him and ride off into the desert.

"They go to tell our tribe why we are delayed. Come, follow us. It should take a week to reach Benshay. Perhaps you can tell me more of this creature you fought, and of any dreams or portents you may have had. Dreams are of great importance, and may reveal some of the nature of the corrupt ones. It is a dangerous knowledge, but it can assist in learning their weaknesses," Abdul says as they ride along.

OOC - Any special precautions or whatnot you want to take while riding? Bows out or something like that?

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Brigitte will follow along, keeping pace with the Bedine. She listens withn interest to the conversation, but will maintain a tight-lipped silence about her own dreams. Occasionally, she would scan the landscape, searching for more of those egg-like stones. Normal rocks or not, they still made her nervous.

“What is the “heart of corruption” of which you speak?” she asked at last.

OOC: Nothing in particular. Just keeping swords at hand.

 

[Ashy]

Pottofer follows along, re-slinging his aspergillum, and talks non-stop. If the Bedines bring up a topic, he rambles on about that as long as the conversation holds its own momentum. If nothing else, he witnesses to the Bedines, telling them of the wonder and glory in serving the Mistress of Peace...

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Elexia

Elexia follows he rest keeping to herself. *Laylyn? What do you think of all of this?* she thinks to her magical dove.

ooc: Elexia keeps her crook out as a walking stick/lance. with Laylyn on her shoulder or perched on her saddle horn.

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

Shar follows quietly. When it becomes her turn to speak of her dream, she will say only, "I was standing on the edge of a cliff much like that one," she gestures back the way they came, "With a foul-smelling smoke rising into my face, and whispers of 'join us' about me." She rubs her neck. "I did not care for the way it ended."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Brigitte will follow along, keeping pace with the Bedine. She listens withn interest to the conversation, but will maintain a tight-lipped silence about her own dreams. Occasionally, she would scan the landscape, searching for more of those egg-like stones. Normal rocks or not, they still made her nervous.

“What is the “heart of corruption” of which you speak?” she asked at last.

Abdul has much to say on the subject, as the Bedine have apparently lived at the edge of the Forbidden Lands for centuries. "It is said that long ago a terrible cataclysm created the Forbidden Lands, and brought with it a corrupting force. The things that come out of it are... twisted and warped. Long arms, many eyes, wide jaws, skin that seems more metal than flesh, bodies even fused together, two creatures as one, and even stranger things. The heart of it seems to be the terrible nightmares. The closer one is to the Forbidden Lands, the worse nightmares can become. They're like a beacon for the creatures. Some women that have been with child and had the nightmares have given birth to monstrosities.

"We do our best to keep the corrupted ones at bay. Magic does not always work against them either, so one must be cautious. There are those that live in Benshay that have developed ways of healing and improvement that do not rely on magic. Some of these 'improved ones' join us in our fight against the corrupted ones. It is a terrible business, but it is our sacred duty to keep it from infecting Low'veork. But as you know, sometimes the creatures manage to slip past our borders," Abdul tells you as you ride along.

Pottofer follows along, re-slinging his aspergillum, and talks non-stop. If the Bedines bring up a topic, he rambles on about that as long as the conversation holds its own momentum. If nothing else, he witnesses to the Bedines, telling them of the wonder and glory in serving the Mistress of Peace...

It's clear that battle is a way of life for the Bedine, as they consider their sacred task to kill the corrupted creatures from the Forbidden Lands. However, they listen attentively and politely, and often remark wistfully of how wonderful it would be if they were able to live in peace, instead of constantly fighting.

Elexia follows he rest keeping to herself. *Laylyn? What do you think of all of this?* she thinks to her magical dove.

It's scary. I don't like the sky here, or the wind. There's something rotton on the wind...

Shar follows quietly. When it becomes her turn to speak of her dream, she will say only, "I was standing on the edge of a cliff much like that one," she gestures back the way they came, "With a foul-smelling smoke rising into my face, and whispers of 'join us' about me." She rubs her neck. "I did not care for the way it ended."

Abdul looks at her with concern as she tells of her dream. "Many young or foolish come to brave the Forbidden Lands for glory or treasure. None return. The heart of corruption seeks others to swell its ranks, and it seems to desire those born with power, such as you planetouched," he says, his brow furrowed.

The party travels a while more, then rests while the sun it at its height, snoozing in shifts while others guard. When the sun begins to go down, everyone is roused and travel begins again. Charity seems a bit annoyed at all the sand, and shakes her hooves free of it whenever she can. All seesm to be going smoothly until one of the scouts points into the moonlit sky. Three dark shapes can be seen about a hundred feet away, two small, one large. "Monstrosities! Prepare yourselves!" Abdul calls as he unslings his bow.

 

[Graywolf-ELM]

Draxiksus male Lizardfolk Ranger lvl2

Drax, listening and keeping an eye out as he traveled along, takes out his bow as well. He begins shooting arrows, at double his normal range, in the hopes of weakening the enemy some before they get close.

[OOC: MW Composite Longbow (+5, 1d8 damage, Threat 20/x3, Range 110' +3 to hit at the second range increment up to 220')]

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Brigitte frowned thoughtfully at Abdul’s words concerning the planetouched, but tried not to let her concern show on her face. The warning draws her eyes upward. Upon seeing the dark shapes in the sky, she moves to retrieve Willow, her lips moving in a silent prayer to whatever deity might be listening.

(Willow: MW Longbow, Attack bonus +6)

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

Shar listens with a faint look of concern as Abdul speaks, then nods and travels in silence, lost in thought.

At Abdul's call, Shar looks up, already reaching for her crossbow. Her hand slaps her hip, and she curses under her breath, recalling that she no longer has it. She smoothly draws her rapier Starlight, and with a twist of her wrist, a dagger appears in her offhand. She watches as the dark shapes draw nearer, preparing to launch her steel dagger once they are within twenty or thirty feet.

(Starlight, +1 rapier, Attack: +7, Critical: 18-20/x2, Damage 1d6+2)
(Dagger, Attack: +6, Range 10ft, Critcal 19-20/x2, Damage 1d4+1)

 

[Ashy]

Pottofer quickly calls upon the aid of his patron, "Divine Muther, Lady O' Peace, yer 'umble servant asks fer som' aid ag'nst dese abominati'ns. Please grant yer blessin' 'pon us: steel our minds an' hearts, strengthen our arms an' gird our loins!"

OOC: Cast aid. Also, if there is time, Pottofer will ready an action to cast entrall as soon as the creatures are in range.