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Group 2 - Ch2 - The Right Path
![]() Year 1165 - Springrise (early spring season) - Morning Quarter, Day Two Weather: Clear
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UTC +10. Had some RL distractions... but getting back into it!
GM: Rise of the Redscales - Fraillie Farm - Forbidden Lands PLAYER: D&D - Ebonclad - Tales from Elystar - The Yondering Lands Last edited by 97mg; Feb 7th, 2023 at 09:58 PM. |
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![]() Walking the mountains was what one did. Like draw breath or snore while you slept. At least that is what he had always thought. Apparently, this was a truth only for his people. He didn’t know who was worse, the human or the half-elf. One refused to stay on the trail he was setting while the other wanted to stop and rest at every turn. So, Ravgor stood waiting for them to take another drink and catch their breath. Again. He tried not to get angry. After all , it wasn’t their fault they had the misfortune to be born as something other than a dwarf. It was not easy though, as evident by his huffing into his mustache as he worked to say calm. “You asked about a dwarven settlement last night Grey. Then you got distracted by whatever that lass brought to the table and we never finished our talk.” He stood up, grabbed his pack and began to walk higher into the mountain as he spoke hoping to get them moving without complaints this time. “This rock under our feet. What better place to build yourself a fort or an outpost that you could retreat to if needed? Where better to raise a temple or build your defenses? The Blood Mists kept Straya isolated but what about before they came? Back when the foundation stones were first set. If there were hordes beyond the mountains it would make sense for a chain of settlements or defenses to have been built.” Just talking through this had him excited about the opportunities that waited for him beyond the mountains. Turning back to his companions to…..oh crap! Where the hell did they go?! He had forgotten how slow they were and caught in the telling of the tale he had climbed at his instinctually, fast pace. Backtracking, he came across them looking like lost ewes without a ram to follow. “Come on! We’ve got a long way to go before our arses are turned to the sun.” Last edited by Palliven; Feb 8th, 2023 at 09:34 PM. |
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Last edited by smeowlin; Feb 9th, 2023 at 12:36 AM. |
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![]() He stopped walking, his shoulders slumping as he had to deal with another delay. “No. There is no soft, grassy path that we can take. You see those?” he says pointing to a series of large boulders ahead and to the side of the path. “Those are rocks. This is a mountain.” For all her complaining, and there was a lot, the slight half elf was not falling too far behind. Whether she could make it the rest of the day without collapsing or not remained to be seen. Grey seemed to still have some spring in his step but less than when they started. At least he wasn’t complaining with every step. Last edited by Palliven; Feb 11th, 2023 at 03:39 PM. |
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Last edited by Aegis; Feb 17th, 2023 at 01:53 PM. |
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UTC +10. Had some RL distractions... but getting back into it!
GM: Rise of the Redscales - Fraillie Farm - Forbidden Lands PLAYER: D&D - Ebonclad - Tales from Elystar - The Yondering Lands Last edited by 97mg; Feb 18th, 2023 at 04:36 AM. |
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![]() Clambering over the massive scree pile, scrapes and scratches appearing on his hands and forearms as reward for his effort to find a safe path, Ravgor couldn’t help but feel this was a trap. He should have known better. Rockslides were not uncommon and the half-elf and human kept saying all was clear. Their job was to stay alert for danger and he had trusted them. A mistake but he had to vet their worth somehow. Besides, he was more annoyed with himself at letting that bard’s tune distract him from the task at hand. Now he stood at the pile’s summit watching these scrawny feathered females circle and screech like magpies. They definitely looked like they were in need of a meal, but they would have to look elsewhere today. Putting his palm up to his trailing companions he motioned for them to hold, hoping they would not panic at the sight of these creatures and make things worse. Like any good dwarf, he had heard tales of the creatures that made the mountains their home but not any of things such as this. Still, they looked to be dull of wit and simple of desire. “Hail ladies, you seek fun, do you?” he shouted as they circled above, picking up on the interest in the shiny lute they screeched. “That is good for sick we are, all three, which is why we have left town. Too much mushroom stew has left our flesh with the taste of boiled vegetables and our bones little more than lumpy oats. Even our skin is not worth the time it will take to pick from between your teeth.” Very casually setting a gnarled and scratched hand on the head of his axe which hung from his belt Rolled three 6s and a 1 for Manipulation Rollin case his words did not take hold with these things, he pressed on. “But my friend’s songs will sustain you where our bodies would not. Listening to his tune, you will feel like you are soaring the greatest heights. Let him play you a song and we will be on our way.” Turning to Greyland and Aelys he smiled, the way a man getting ready to throw the bones does when he feels lucky. “Here’s your chance to save our lives and hear some of my story Grey.” Last edited by Palliven; Feb 18th, 2023 at 11:39 AM. |
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Last edited by Aegis; Feb 21st, 2023 at 02:11 PM. |
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![]() Hearing the warbling note followed by the complete absence of music led Ravgor to puff out his mustaches again. Ah, hells below us. The grip he had on the axe head was with his thick thumb bracing against its outer edge and his index finger laid against the side. If the time came, this hold would let him pull it free from the leather belt loop then take hold of the haft in one smooth motion. He let his hand go loose and let go of the axe. If these things were intent on eating one of them, he wasn’t sure they would be able to stop them. “Might be keeping my secrets a bit longer Grey.” His tone was flat but without anger. “Maybe Aelys can think of something to keep these birds from wanting to tear us apart. Won’t get me to share a story but it would earn her best spot in the tent come nightfall.” As he spoke, he moved his hand to the inside of his tunic and put his hand around the flute he had bought in Straya. If these bird wenches did decide to come at them he’d make sure they had to work for it. He’d play a few notes to convince the mountain to kick up some of its dust and earth, giving them a way to leave the lady birds behind.
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Last edited by smeowlin; Feb 21st, 2023 at 06:26 PM. |
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UTC +10. Had some RL distractions... but getting back into it!
GM: Rise of the Redscales - Fraillie Farm - Forbidden Lands PLAYER: D&D - Ebonclad - Tales from Elystar - The Yondering Lands Last edited by 97mg; Feb 21st, 2023 at 07:49 PM. |
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![]() “The warmest spot in the tent is yours girl!" he said to Aelys as her song settled down the horrid creatures they faced. "They be asking you so best you answer them.” Ravgor removed his hand from his tunic, deciding he would not need the flute as the lady birds’ aggressive posturing subsided. “I can guide us off the mountain but don’t know what else may call these ways their hunting grounds. Maybe asking for the safest way down the mountain then?” He spared a look for Greyland as the man fiddled with his lute. The dark eyes that looked out from under bushy auburn eyebrows had a mix of disappointment and frustration to them. Tune your lute minstrel and let’s hope that was all it was for I won’t be carrying dead weight into the Forbidden Lands. Last edited by Palliven; Feb 22nd, 2023 at 06:43 PM. |
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UTC +10. Had some RL distractions... but getting back into it!
GM: Rise of the Redscales - Fraillie Farm - Forbidden Lands PLAYER: D&D - Ebonclad - Tales from Elystar - The Yondering Lands |
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