Nov 30, 2016 4:31 pm
Skeinkaldr huffs and looks around for the other occupant of this cavern, even going so far as to check under his boot.
Rolls
Perception - (1d20+2)
(3) + 2 = 5
Chapter 1: Meeting the Cuckold Moose
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Dec 2, 2016 9:02 pm
"Stepped on something, have you?" I continue striding over towards the likely source of the voice, or from where I believe it is emanating.
Dec 5, 2016 4:17 am
OOC:
Sorry for the slow reply.It took a moment, but the two new comers spot a large floating eye. They point it out to the Dragonborn to guide the light. "I want to taste the warmth of their blood.... if not theirs then pretty blue one's will do." The creature was exposed in the red light and was refering to the Gensai.
Dec 5, 2016 4:35 am
Ryunir places his hand on his bow, ready to draw then awaits for his company to talk.
Moving Hunter's Mark onto it.
Moving Hunter's Mark onto it.
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Dec 5, 2016 4:54 am
Malethor holds up his hand to stay his companions' attacks. "I sense powerful emanations of evil from this one. Let us see if it proves to be a boon to us."
"Well, what say you, creature? Are these Redbrands your servants? Or would you rather feast on their flesh?"
"Well, what say you, creature? Are these Redbrands your servants? Or would you rather feast on their flesh?"
Dec 5, 2016 5:27 am
The creature moves himself onto a peaked rock, "Éamon... I am Éamon." His voice hissed. He looks at the Revenant, his large eye showed his own thoughts have became confusing. "Nothic... I need my flesh, rot walker." The Nothic's claws were jittery against the rock he stood upon, the scratched the surface with a nervous twitch. "I WAS PROMISED MY MEAL, I GROW HUNGRY!" Éamon's eye widened and glowed a sharp red for a moment before radiating an strange aura. The murmurs scattered the brain's of the group, though the Goliath could still be thinking about his boot. A sound pierced the minds of Malethor and the marksman, blinding their focus.
OOC:
Ryunir and Malethor roll a Charisma (Deception) for me please.Rolls
Nothic Roll
Dec 5, 2016 6:19 am
"Join us and you will have your flesh, Eamon. Are you with us or against us?" Malethor points at the eye with his sword.
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Rolls
Deception - (1d20+5)
(5) + 5 = 10
Intimidation - (1d20+5)
(2) + 5 = 7
Dec 5, 2016 6:41 am
The Nothic smiles his dagger teeth maliciously as he sits upon his rock. "I wait to feast... wait to become stronger." His eye is difficult to look at without the murmurs over powering your thoughts.
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Dec 5, 2016 12:01 pm
Ryunir stands there restlessly in a magical daze. He begins to mumble words, twitching slightly as if moving in a dream. The Nothic cackles in amusement."Hehehe, the weak crave more than just flesh..." Éamon's eye glows softly, transmitting the memory Ryunir was reliving in his mind. Besides Malethor and Ryunir, the party could move freely though they all can feel and hear the vulnerability the marksman showed.
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Ryunir comes to his vision is of a familiar room, a room he is happy to see, a warm room. "Ryunir." he hears call out from a connecting room "Come get your breakfast." Ryunir follows the voice and the smell of fresh fruit and bread. Stepping into the main room, his sight focuses on an elvish women, looking not much older than him. "Come, eat, before it gets cold." her soft voice echoes through his mind. A smile crosses Ryunir's face, happy to see her, he sits and enjoys his meal. The soft voice echoes through his mind again "Come on Ryunir, I have something to show you." the soft hand takes his leading him out the door and throughout the city, coming to a large open field, where they settle underneath a large tree. She pulls out a large book and opens it, revealing blank pages. A moment of confusion washes over Ryunir before the soft voice speaks "You told me you wished to learn my tongue, we shall start your lessons today. Pick up your pen and get ready to write." she smiles "Ready? Your first words are 'Ni mel tye." Ryunir begins to write it down, finishing he looks up and smiles, ready to learn. The soft voice echoes "It means 'I love you'." The words stun Ryunir causing his hand to shake and his eyes to swell. His voice quivers, much rougher but almost just as quiet "Ni mel tye, Ellethwen." A smile forms and Ryunir stands and embraces the elf in a warm hug before it fades to black.OOC:
Thank you for that, I enjoyed some more character backstory
Dec 5, 2016 12:13 pm
Zephyr is suddenly on edge as the creature calls out a desire for her blood. In a flash, she has her bow out, an arrow nocked, and pulled tight to her cheek. It's only the memory transmission that gives her pause.
I can't very well shoot this thing while it has the other archer in thrall like this. What would happen? Relax Zeph, the time for blood will come. You need these folks to trust you enough to get you to your quarry. Use and lose. You know the routine. she thinks as as slowly lets tension out of the bowstring and brings the arrow down to a loose ready.
I can't very well shoot this thing while it has the other archer in thrall like this. What would happen? Relax Zeph, the time for blood will come. You need these folks to trust you enough to get you to your quarry. Use and lose. You know the routine. she thinks as as slowly lets tension out of the bowstring and brings the arrow down to a loose ready.
Dec 5, 2016 4:36 pm
"Get it yerself," says Skeinkaldr, pointing back the way the party arrived. "There's a couple fresh ones down that way."
Dec 5, 2016 11:44 pm
The Nothic cackles as he hops down to pick a rotting corpse with his sharp claws and serrated teeth. "Haha... I will feed myself, Nithe." His large eye glowed vibrantly again.
"Is Mama going to be alright, Papa? Is she going to get well? Sara asks. Her tiny hand is the most fragile, beautiful thing in the world right this moment. I cradle it in my big, dumb, rough bands and bring it to my cheek as I kiss my daughter's brow. "Yes, my little flower. And so will you. You'll see. Then we'll all go to your favorite spot and pick berries and we'll catch some fish and have ourselves a grand time. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She nods her beautiful little head and I can't hold back my tears. I wipe them away as I dab a wet cloth to her head. I hear Molly moaning softly in a fever dream and I go tend to her. I whisper a silent prayer to the god, "Sweet, merciful Lathander, please spare my wife and child. I've served you all my life, I'll serve you the rest of my days. Please, please...The group could feel the pain that Malethor experienced in his past, the failure of his former god.
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"Is Mama going to be alright, Papa? Is she going to get well? Sara asks. Her tiny hand is the most fragile, beautiful thing in the world right this moment. I cradle it in my big, dumb, rough bands and bring it to my cheek as I kiss my daughter's brow. "Yes, my little flower. And so will you. You'll see. Then we'll all go to your favorite spot and pick berries and we'll catch some fish and have ourselves a grand time. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She nods her beautiful little head and I can't hold back my tears. I wipe them away as I dab a wet cloth to her head. I hear Molly moaning softly in a fever dream and I go tend to her. I whisper a silent prayer to the god, "Sweet, merciful Lathander, please spare my wife and child. I've served you all my life, I'll serve you the rest of my days. Please, please...
OOC:
Yes sorry, concentration spells for Malethor and Ryunir are interrupted. Also, the intimidation failed so he ignored it. Rolls
Nothic Roll - Initiative - (1d20+3)
(15) + 3 = 18
Dec 6, 2016 6:45 am
Ryunir draws his bow, his grip tight with anger "You intrude on thoughts that are not yours. If you desire food, retrieve it yourself, we are not your servants, you little one-eyed cretin."
OOC:
Just to make sure, one last time, Hunter's Mark is still on him correct?Rolls
Initiative - (1d20+4)
(1) + 4 = 5
Intimidation Adv. - (1d20+4)
(20) + 4 = 24
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