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Old 04-10-2019, 10:18 AM
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Danny cried into Reds clothes while Pavel looked on glad that the boy was wiser than his years. Hiding in the tunnels during the dragon attack was the safest place for him to be. Danny had know way of knowing about the approaching Yuan-Ti army, so it was still a good hiding place. Getting most of the battle events from Danny filled in the blanks that Red had figured out during her exploration of the base. Brandon had fought well but was clearly out matched, it would have been smarter if the entire base had hid in the tunnels. There was no point in chastising the dead.

Helping Danny out of the tunnels Pavel made sure to keep Danny from looking at the grisly ice statues. When he came back Pavel would make sure to give them a proper burial. The approaching Yuan-Ti army proved to be an excellent distraction, still too far away to engage Pavel could only hope that their scouts didn't decide to hunt them down. He was sure that would change when the Yuan-Ti saw what had happened to the alter.

Leaving the fortress was a bitter victory but still a victory in Pavels mind. The Yuan-Ti were getting Rythey but not the alter that they had been seeking. Rythey would have fallen with only four soldiers and a child manning the defenses. He smiled a little knowing that they kept the enemy from getting what they were looking for.

Arriving near Hamlett, the old Millet farmer passed by in a drunken stupor. His body looked mangled and his comment gave the reason why. Pavel felt a little guilty, knowing that they bypassed the ogier encampment on purpose. Pulling out his last healing potion Pavel approached the farm hand. "Hear drink this." Pavel offered the healing potion to the farm hand. "Are the ogier still around here or have the moved on?"
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Old 04-11-2019, 10:00 AM
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Alahk remained slightly apart from the group once they had rejoined with Danny. There was something about humans, especially the young ones that unnerved him. They seemed so... breakable, like they'd come out of the egg too early.

As they traveled, he grew more accustomed to the child, even answering a few questions about the birdfolk when the curious child approached him. He dared not take wing too long, even to make sure there were no yuan-ti following them. There was still a white wyrm out there, and he didn't want to appear a tasty morsel flitting around its territory. The damage it could do to he and his friends couldn't be overstated.

At night, he would seek out a private spot away from the rest of the group. Somewhere quiet where he could feel the wind ruffling his feathers. It was then that he donned the mask, pilfered from Plzen's frozen hand. He wasn't sure exactly how he would go about understanding the mask. It was a sacred relic, passed down from generation to generation of village elder.

Always before, the next in line would spend countless hours learning about the mask's potential, guided by the current elder. Alahk had none of that. He closed his eyes, tried to feel the wind around him, feel the presence of his ancestors. They hadn't come to him deep beneath the earth where they shattered the temple, but maybe here amongst the stars they would be clearer...

The day they approached Hamlett, Alahk stayed out of the way. He held his axe at the ready should a threat arise, but otherwise remained silent and out of the way. This man appeared very sick, like Alahk's clansman when they had drunk the foul human liquid stolen from Rythey. Better to let those of his own kind deal with him.


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Old 04-14-2019, 10:37 AM
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Much of Red's time on the road is spent looking after Danny, as the child has largely attached himself to her from the moment they reunited in the tunnels below Rythey. She finds herself impressed by the boy's high spirits, despite the horrific attack on the fortress and the loss of his grandparents. Of course, those same spirits clash with the boring and arduous nature of traveling, and it becomes a challenge to find methods of keeping Danny entertained. Although her upbringing by nobility might see her ill-experienced in the art of managing children, her clandestine society with the Beauvilliers servants and their own youngsters actually proves very insightful. Improvised traveling games are interspersed with fun songs, as well as delightful tricks of simple magic, the latter of which Danny attempts to replicate, though without success. During breaks, of course, card games are played. Navigating the rules is a little tricky for Red, given the cards that are now missing from her deck; but Danny is quick to create new rules around these deficiencies to keep the games enjoyable—although she eventually catches on that most of these seem to be created for her own benefit.

"You know, I never thought I wanted to be a mother," she mentions offhandedly to Pavel at one point, as Danny chases a butterfly around, "but, he makes me wonder if I should reconsider. I think I might be able to pull it off after all."

Thankfully, the journey is tiresome for so young a child, and the evenings see Danny asleep so early that Red is able to find some time yet for herself. In addition to Brandon's shield, she helped herself to one of chain shirts from Rythey's armory, which she hides under the rest of her clothes. Nights previously occupied with her nose buried in her spellbook are now spent trying to adjust to the more awkward distribution of weight in her efforts to protect herself. Brom proves to be a suitable teacher in this endeavor, and she soon picks up the basic motions. However, she quickly finds that magic becomes nearly inaccessible with her normally free hand now gripping her shield; and as she is still relying on her rapier to deflect blows, attempting to juggle the three might waste precious time in an actual fight.

...Which might not be as avoidable as she would prefer, if ogres are indeed causing problems for the town of Hamlett. The farm hand from Millet seems to think that to be the case. In hindsight, an ogre presence might explain a missing cow... and now that it comes to it, the question of how many ogres had they seen camped in the woods on the way to the Black Gold Mines is becoming very relevant.

But they also don't have time for this, not with the advance of the yuan-ti. Maybe the ogres have moved on already. It could be likely if the farm hand was here, both alive and drunk.
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Old 04-16-2019, 07:49 AM
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The group finished their task down at the altar and made their way back to Danny and the talking ape. Brom wasn't sure what kind of response they would get from the young boy, I'd be terrified of my own shadow... but he needn't have worried. Danny was ecstatic to see the group and didn't even stop when he saw a short dwarven stranger and a bird creature. "Aye, my name is Bromkhum Dunfal, nice to meet you Danny." The child immediately took to Red and was by her side most of the days spent travelling.

Brom himself was not used to children as he never had an opportunity to pursue a family. He had spent his childhood helping his parents with their shop of dwarven goods in Hayfield, found his calling in Muamman and then turned to the adventuring life. It wasn't a situation that most young women were fond of. Brom was happy that the woman occupied the child's time as he found it odd answering the questions the young human posed, "Why do the dragons attack us? What did the village do to deserve this? What happened to my grandparents when they died?" Brom answered them quickly, "They be evil. Nothing but exist lad. They are in a better place." He most appreciated the young human's short legs as it meant that the group's pace was slower, slow enough that Brom's own short legs didn't need to get worn out to keep up with Pavel, Red and Alahk.

The dwarven cleric did enjoy the banter with his newfound friends. Nights were spent showing Red the ways of the sword, something Brom's own father had done with him many times. This caused Brom to think back to how foolish he was to believe that his father and mother were simple store merchants. They knew more than they should have... and pop was way too good with that sword. He spent time with Pavel discussing the ancient deities and the sacred text of Muamman. Brom himself was a recent follower but he enjoyed the banter and discussion. The dwarf even took a liking to aarakocra and his unique take on things. Alahk spent many nights by himself staring into the sky. One night Brom caught him inspecting a mask of sorts and inquired about the relic. The cleric offered up his knowledge of sacred items in his teachings. He even explained to Alahk the different meanings behind every one of the indentations on the cleric's holy symbol.

Brom was enjoying the travels with his companions and was a bit sad to see Hamlett come into view on the horizon. The days had now passed and this was a time that Brom knew he would look back on many times in the future. It was now part of his life story.

The group encountered a drunken soldier as they neared Hamlett. The many facets of the real world were once again at their doorstep. Pavel offered a potion to help the young man with his wounds but Brom placed an arm out and stated, "Please do not spend the potion on this man. I will call upon Muamman to grant him some peace and comfort." Brom continued to speak with the man and Cure wounds 1st level spellplaced his hand on the wounded areas to help him. When the pain had eased to an acceptable level for the man to be comfortable Brom asked "What befell you to receive such wounds?"


 

 
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Old 04-19-2019, 05:47 PM
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On the road PriorDuring the travels to Hamlett, Alahk took the time to study the mask that had been the greatest artifact of his people. He found that while wearing it, his eyesight was improved. He could also invoke its powers to turn into an eagle or use them to spy off a great distance. He became aware now, how it was that their shaman always had such great insight on what was happening in the village, and surrounding territory. It was in part because of their wisdom, but now he learned, they were also well informed.
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The farmhand looked crosseyed at he vial Pavel was handing to him. He considered it, then held up his hand to refuse. "Mighty kind of ya sir, but, *hickup*, I know when I've had enough. And, I've had enough, don't you think?" Luckily, Brom stepped in and used some of his magic to rectify the situation, before the need to force-feed the man came up. "Well, thank you sir!" the farmhand said, bowing to Brom. "You dwarves always were the helpful ones. Too bad Ol' Grunagar now is probably about as flat as my leg was. Yup, them Ogers are there now. They just came in, squashed everyone tried to stop em from taking over the town. And, they brought them nasty stinky little goblins with em! Those are the worst! I mean, and ogre will at you for breakfast, but at least you can see him coming. With them goblins, you only notice the smell when it's too late. So, that is why I left town, headed for Hayfield. Yes sir, ain't no distraction gonna stop me from getting there and getting help. So, if you kind folk don't mind, I got to be getting back on my trails." With his leg no longer hampering him the way it had before Brom's healing, the farmhand could now walk even faster in the wrong direction to get to Hayfield.
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"...Grunagar's dead?" Red exclaims, shooting a look of worry at Pavel. Was it their fate to leave a trail of destruction in their wake?

Maybe it wasn't true, but it didn't seem likely. Hamlett would have been ill-equipped to handle such a large threat from ogre and goblin alike, though its size should have deterred most attacks. What could have motivated this?

And more importantly, if these were the ogres from the south, were she and Pavel responsible for disregarding the threat after they'd discovered it? Should they be obligated to help now?

Red does have an answer for that final question, but it also happens to be an answer she doesn't like.

Though the group is not, officially, part of the militia any longer, Pavel is probably the only person resembling anything close to a ranking officer in miles. The young man is sure to have some input. "Should we... go and make sure?" she asks tentatively.
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Sneaking through the woods, moving around the camp of ogres, it had been such a smart move. After all they had orders to investigate the Black Gold clan. Those orders didn't include fighting ogier who were harassing hamlet. Pavel was sure that the ogers they killed at the cross roads had been this same group of ogier. Another thing he had been wrong about.

The old Pavel would have felt guilty about this turn of events. He could have done something but chose not to act. He would have felt guilty but probably not enough to risk his neck for this village. "We'll go check on Grunagar Max." The farmhand was looking for help and two soldiers of Rythey showed up in the middle of his path. Fate or coincidence, Pavel didn't know, Bruhaha worked in mysterious ways. "Thanks for the information, we'll keep the ogers occupied while you go get help."

Pavel walked towards the farmhand. "If you are looking for help, Hayfield is that way." Pavel pointed the opposite direction that the farmhand was traveling in. "May Bruhaha guide you."

Once the farmhand was a safe distance away Pavel turned back to Max. "We don't know what would have happened if fought the ogers camp or not. Maybe we would have saved the town but been delayed by a day or two. The Yuan Ti might have taken the fortress and the alter. There is no point in worrying about what we can't change. I know you're thinking about because I am too. We can feel guilty about that latter and try to help the towns people now."

Having been to the town once Pavel had a good idea of the basic layout. He used a stick and drew a rough outline of the town and their current position. "Alhak, can you scout ahead and try to get us an idea of numbers and fortifications. We can sneak into the town and free any prisoners. Once the prisoners are gone the regular militia will be able to liberate the town. The militia won't march on Rythey with a force of goblins and ogers behind them."
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Alahk watched as the drunk wandered off. His pace no longer hampered by the wounded leg, he was free to make his winding way down the road to wards hayfield. The monk's head cocked, curious and birdlike. There were some things he would never understand about humans. For instance, why they did such silly things to themselves.

"Ogres," he observed, clacking his beak and looking over Pavel's rough outline of the hamlet. Alahk crouched down beside the rogue. He had questions. Which buildings could hold prisoners? How many of them would there be? Where would lookouts be? Do they know to keep an eye on the sky? Between the remaining militiamen, they were answered easily. He also asked about the currents of wind above the town, the best and worst places to fly. From their bewildered stares, the monk guessed they didn't know.

Lamenting their lack of understanding of any road that existed more than ten feet off the ground, he strapped on the Mask of the Aarakocra, secured his battleaxe, and took to the sky.


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After the drunk stranger waived off the help of the potion that Pavel was willing to provide Brom laid a hand on the man's leg to ease his pain. In doing so the dwarf could smell the ale on the man's breath from a few feet away. It was obvious that the man was drunk but not quite as obvious was how he obtained this horrible injury. The man talked on and on, "Well, thank you sir! You dwarves always were..."Brom sighed a bit and focused on the work of his hands on the man's leg and whispered to the gods to help the poor human. After finishing his prayer the cleric rolled the man's soiled trousers back down and helped him to stand. "Safe travels now... you humans always seem to find a way to make life more difficult!"

Turning back to the group Brom added, "Not sure who this Grunagar fella is but we can check on his status if needed. I see the look of worry on your face Pavel." Upon talk of scouting the area Brom simply nodded and leaned on his warpick that he was using as a walking staff of sorts.


 

 
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Alahk took to the sky, intent on scouting around Hamlett to see what they would be dealing with. The city center only had a few main buildings, and aided by the mask, he could spot about six ogres, wielding clubs, holding positions around the square, mostly in front of the tavern and court halls. There were several goblins running around, taking orders from the Ogres, and in turn bossing around the few citizens, he could see. It looked like they were bringing in things, animals and supplies, which the goblins were then taking from the townsfolk. Their initial attack must not have been long ago, as debris from smashed fences, and building walls still littered the streets, though there were no visible bodies left on the ground. In fact, Alahk couldn't tell if there had been any casualties, though the damage to some of the structures made it hard to imagine that there were not any.
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