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02-25-2012, 09:32 AM
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I'm as tactically helpful as Gog right now. He grumbled to himself. When a plan would not come, one could only do what needed to be done. He thought of the blind master alchemist from his apprenticeship; his patience. If there was no vision of the future, one could only act in the present. The present yet contained wounded men who no doubt would need to fight again soon. The trading post they held was still no more than that, and no proper fort. There was much yet to be done in that area. Provisions would need to be secured. The horses of the cavalry needed to be cared for, and the fighting men, elves, dwarfs and indeed hobgoblin needed shelter. A tactical retreat was not a withdrawl from the field of battle. The night might hold more dangers than did the day... Togyet gathered his friends (that's you guys) and bid them to speak a moment with him at the Muskrat Inn. He voiced his concerns to his companions, translating for them in whatever language was right. Short and simple for Gog, elven for Loam and Dextel (right?), dwarven for Doben and even hobgoblin to keep it straight in his mind (ooc-Anybody up for Hobgoblin 101?). "We're still up a tree with a bear on our @$$," Togyet was pleased to open with an idiom that translated very easily in all the languages. "Miru is no castle, it is a trading post. What meager fortifications we have will not keep them from burning this place to the ground. It will not hold for long, even with our fine and worthy reinforcements. (Settle down Gog, I know you can smash them all...) We can only dig in long enough to regroup and refit, then we must eventually drive them away. There is no chance that they will let us sleep this night. I for one, have no idea where my bedroll is anyway." Togyet made a glance around as an ill-fated attempt at humor, and continued. "First, we've got to block up any holes in our perimeter. (Fix walls, so no bad outlander mans get in.) Second, find a good place to take the wounded who are unable to fight. Third, we've got to tend to the animals and keep a close watch, they'll be a prime target. Lastly, we've got to consider provisions for this mass of mouths to feed. I fear that too will be a wicked target. I suggest we all move quickly to help. I stole these from a trinket seller's cart, I fear he'll never trade again." Togyet produced five signal whistles made from fired clay shaped as small turtles. There were several holes in the turtle's "shell" that allowed for a variety of tones. Each was painted in bright colors depicting patterns familiar to anyone who lived in the Dethic Domains. Togyet handed one to each of the companions. "We should do whatever duties our talents allow, and keep a keen ear and sharp eye. (Strong bath will blow whistle to tell all he is killing bad outlander mans. All will hear he is strong bath warrior!) Take these and give the signal if you spot an attack. I'm going to look for the largest building to house the wounded that cannot fight and maybe beg Antigone for a scroll or two for my spellbook. Once I clear out some space and move the wounded, with some help I hope, I'll assist in fortifying the pallisade and patching any holes. Be vigilant, my friends, as I said. I fear none will sleep in Miru tonight." ooc- Well shucks, gang. I think we're boned. This place won't hold against an extended seige. The walls aren't stone. We've got to drive these guys away, so we've got to find out what's driving them torward us and get rid of it. I think we need some more intel... 
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#17
02-25-2012, 04:13 PM
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Doban Orcsplitter
Scowling and grumbling deeply during the entire discussion about the drow, Doban added, "I hurried on da way, so I never had da chance ta check out dat tunnel. Since we're dealin wid a known entity from da underworld, an' given da hounds were summoned in dat very spot, we might discover more if'n we search it."
__________________Draining his mug and slamming it on the table, he stood and strode to the door, "I'm gonna check it now, be back by midnight fer rest, unless..." He left the rest hanging as he looked at those who had elevated themselves as heroes on his way out. Marching purposefully to the shed where the tunnel exited, he intended to search the tunnel carefully for any sign of passage or hidden passages or doors.
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#18
03-14-2012, 10:21 AM
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Gog holds the signal whistle offered to him in his fist for awhile and regards is oddly, "Gog's battle cry not loud enough for ugly outlander mans?"
__________________Regardless of any response offered to the large man, he stuffs the instrument into his filthy sack after a slight shrug. When Doban emptied and slammed his mug onto the table, the Gwaryl warrior blinked and looked for a way to respond. He yanked a mug from some unlucky nearby man's hands who offered little resistance in his shock and desire to remain in one piece. "Gog go discover tunnel too!" he said as he raised the drink. Gog then drank everything in the mug in no more than two gulping swallows, allowing long dribbles of liquid to flow out the corners of his mouth and down his chin. The massive man belched and similarly slammed the stolen mug on the table, cracking it in half. "Wait for Gog short outlander man!" the human declared as he wielded his heavy club and trudged after the dwarf. -Grave
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03-25-2012, 09:53 AM
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"Hey!" the man from whom Gog stole the mug said as it was ripped from him. But after looking and smelling the barbarian, he decided to object no further.
__________________It was decided to take the wounded to the shrine (as seen on the map by the South gate). There was some objection to this because of it's proximity to the gate that faced the enemy. But the resident cleric of Platinus would not be moved. So the decision was made to convert the shrine into a field hospital and reinforced to withstand bombardment. Togyet helps with what he can until he is satisfied with the conditions and moves on to look after the animals. The stables, (which I neglected to put on the map but should be in the Southeast corner) were already damaged. So all horses and livestock were moved to the warehouse. The building is bigger and more secure. The Valley Elves insist on taking care of their griffons themselves. And Togyet moves on....
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03-25-2012, 10:15 AM
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Gog follows Doban to the shed where the tunnel let's out.It is there that they are met by Duva the smithy. He holds a lantern and is cautiously looking into the tunnel.
__________________"I.... I heard sumthin' down there," he says. "Like sumthins eating. Maybe we should block up the entrance."He looks at Doban and Gog, hoping that they don't want to investigate. He clutches his short sword with his other hand. EDIT: Hmm, looking through my old PMs idilippy, it looks like my reply never was sent. If not, then... I said that you may do whatever you wish. I'm just happy to have active players. You may tweek Loam or create a new character and we will work him in. Last edited by Antigone; 03-25-2012 at 10:20 AM.
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#21
03-29-2012, 01:14 PM
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Dextel listens as the other discuss their actions for the evening, 'It is foolish not to take this opportunity to gather ones strength. There are others who have been assigned to seeing after the wounded and fortifying the perimeter. You must understand your place, the place of others, in the natural order. You must do what you are intended to do and spread yourself too thin, for then you invite imbalance. If you upset the balance then you risk retribution.' He shrugs his shoulders, 'But, each should make their own decision.'
__________________Dextel exits the inn with the others, watching Gog and Doban head over to the tunnel and Togyet make his way to the church. Dextel makes his way up to the lookout tower, scanning the area for any signs of activity. After a few moments, he crouches down and closes his eyes. Suddenly, his form shrinks and turns black as night. In the blink of an eye, where Dextel once stood now sits a black feathered raven. The bird ruffles its feathers and then, with a few quick flaps of its wings, it shoots up into the night sky. The raven circles above the trading post, looking over the activity below, as men and animals move about securing the area and tending to the most pressing needs. Dextel then heads off to the thick tree line of the forest. He swoops through the trees, diving between branches, all the while watching for any suspicious activity. Eventually, Dextel finds a secluded spots with dense cover, perfect for some time in meditation. Dextel, in his raven form, descends back down to the forest floor. As soon as he touches down, his form shifts back to his human body. He cranes his neck and shutters slightly, and then looks around. He finds a thick bed of leaves and undergrowth near the base of a tall tree. Dextel sits with his back against the tree and looks out over the forest, his sight filled with the wonders of nature even in the dark of night. He breathes a deep breath, slowly exhaling as he allows his body to relax. He slips off into a meditative sleep as his mind refocuses on the power of nature and his place in it.
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04-12-2012, 08:42 PM
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Togyet went unseen in the camp for several hours that night. He tucked himself away in a cramped hayloft and contemplated the events of late. He poored over his spellbooks new and old, and examined the scrolls carefully securing each on his person so that they could be at hand in a moments notice. Thus he prepared for the battle that they all knew would surely come.
__________________ OOC-Ok it could have been a lot better. I'm just waiting for the action now. I'm ready!
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#23
05-25-2012, 03:17 PM
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Doban Orcsplitter
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Doban readied his shield and fingered his axe, "Well Gog, maybe dar be more hounds o'hell, or worse. But whatever's inside likely doesna belong here, an' we're gonna see to it dey leave." Pulling out his axe, the priest of war turned to the smithy and said sternly, "Duva stay here, if'n ye hear fightin' run ta tell dem what happened." He winked at Gog and entered the tunnel.
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05-26-2012, 07:47 AM
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As Doban and Gog enter the tunnel, Duva immediately scrambles out of the shed. The two men cautiously make their way down the tunnel and it is not long before they hear the sound of something eating. With his infravision Doban sees a really large, warm....bear shaped creature. It appears to be chomping on the corpses of those who got crispied in the tunnel earlier. In his meditative sleep, Dextel's mind barely registers the sound of a human yelling nonsense. Duva comes clattering out of the shed, trying to get any good warrior's attention. He is babbling on about Doban, Gog, tunnel, monster. A few around the trading post look alarmed and grabbed their gear, others sigh with a "What now?" type of look. Last edited by Antigone; 05-26-2012 at 07:47 AM.
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06-01-2012, 10:51 AM
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From his loft where he was studying the new scrolls he acquired, Togyet couldn't help but hear the fuss happening about the creepy cave. If Gog and Doban were investigating there would surely be trouble. The hobgoblin hedge wizard crept slowly toward the fruckus after deftly securing his treasures about his person. He followed behind his companions just as they were reaching the site. He held his magic short staff at the ready and prepared for whatever mess they were about to stir up.
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06-01-2012, 12:44 PM
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Doban Orcsplitter
Doban chuckled softly as he entered the tunnel. Always doubting the courage of humans in general, he expected such cowardice until individuals proved their bravery. Still, he had fought his initial urge to flee until now, showing some loyalty and concern, and the dwarf rarely held such in light regard.
__________________Though not exactly quiet while tromping along a tunnel in armor, the dwarf was not as noisy as one might expect. Due mostly to slow progress and the presence of his companion, his sight underground proved out the wisdom of leading the way. When he spotted the feeding form ahead he held up a hand to signal Gog to wait. Thinking it not that odd for a creature to be found here, the dwarf was cautious in his approach. Stopping every few steps to gaze at the form, he took up sufficient space in the tunnel to keep Gog from charging past while trying to determine what it was they had discovered.
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06-30-2012, 08:55 AM
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It doesn't take long before before the dwarf recognizes the form and smell of the dreaded owlbear!! The creature was snacking on the leftovers of the earlier battle of the tunnel, but since fresh meat has just arrived......... Togyet arrives in the tunnel just as some disturbing, low, gutteral screech is let out and the owlbear bounds toward the morsel of a dwarf. Last edited by Antigone; 06-30-2012 at 08:58 AM.
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06-30-2012, 02:05 PM
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Doban Orcsplitter
The shielded and armored dwarf growled, the sound joining that of the owlbear as he moved in to attack without further delay. Though others may consider themselves outmatched in such a fight, Doban viewed it as a worthy challenge to his combat prowess.
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