Backstory
"I can't think of any semi-believable lie, so here it is. When you were knocked out, that big arsed ogre was on me like a fat boy on a buffet. He got two good swings on me before I could do anything. The only thing I could do was try to disarm him. Didn't work, but I knocked him into ol' Brumy my mule who started bucking setting off the dynamite I had packed. That's the last thing I remember."
Sorry ‘bout your mule and stuff though. Good thing your horse bolted with your other weapons and valuables that you keep with you. They got him back. I bet there’s a bonus in this for you if you don’t let on that you were packing dangerous fire sticks on a caravan! Ja! "
They have to repair the last lift and clear all the zombie bodies before proceeding. Time enough to recover. You wonder where all those strange places are that Plutoq mentioned, and those invaders. You may be leaving home for a bit.
"No time to rest for you! How’s your rear? You’re in charge of the rear, Ja! Get your revivified self up. We have to go secure the rear, folk hero."
"Okay, okay, I'm coming".
I slowly get up, stretching the stiffness out. I look around as we secure everything. I see all my gear was destroyed, but maybe something from the ogre may have survived.
"I think you're right Weed, let the others' imaginations run wild about what happened."
I stop him before we continue on, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you for reviving me, I mean that. I hate to think it, but it probably won't be the last time."
We mount up, ready to be done with this trip.
As we get moving again, I'm not sure how to bring it up, so I decide to be bluntly honest, just like any self-respecting dwarf would do.
"Hey Weed, I don't suppose you've ever heard of the Oracle of Nulu by any chance, have you?"
Nula is the goddess of all living plants. I know her well being an Herbalist. She doesn't have a face or eyes, so I can't imagine her being an oracle, but there are so many strange things in this world and out of it. Though my art deals the path of the dead[, I do believe the wisdom of the great Kopak trees has some divination abilities.. The Yahca tree is the One Tree that grows from foundation to the Great Skyhome. All knowledge is known by the trees. They just won't talk. Perhaps this oracle is different. Sorry, I'm just rambling. I really don't know anything, Firewood Butt.
You ride your horse back behind the caravan a ways in the treeline. Imsh skirmishes around bushes and searches for herbs as he makes a "straight" path to follow you. You see a wisp of smoke coming from an area a few dozen trees ahead of you.
Also, the a couple other back stories have figured out how to use the dice roll function here. Hit "Advanced" below the quick reply text box and hit "Add" and fill out the info. It rolls the dice when you submit. That way when you try to do a skill, you can go ahead and roll with your appropriate skill modifier. It works really in role play as I then KNOW I have something to adjust my story. I'll be using the tool from now on on saves and such, well, everything I want to roll on the table (see rule #3)
Rolls
My performance at explaining things - (1d20)
(19) = 19
Cool
Rolls
Dex save throw - (1d20)
(2) = 2
"Hello, the camp. Don't mean to startle. May I approach."
Rolls
Stealth - (1d20+1)
(17) + 1 = 18