Sep 15, 2016 8:39 pm
Owen squints his eyes, trying to remember if he has seen the symbol before.
Rolls
History - (1d20+1)
(6) + 1 = 7
Gameplay 2 - Deranged Poisoner
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Sep 15, 2016 9:18 pm
"Forgive me if I'm wary," begins the knight of Fey's Winter, "Humans hunting at night? That needs a little more explanation."
Armourless, the dragonborn's silvery scales glint in the dappled pre-dawn starlight. He looks around at the new arrivals, assessing each in turn. "I and my fellows brought your quarry to death's door in mere seconds. What occurred to delay the culmination of your chase for hours, as you say. And from whence do you hail? Where are you going?"
Armourless, the dragonborn's silvery scales glint in the dappled pre-dawn starlight. He looks around at the new arrivals, assessing each in turn. "I and my fellows brought your quarry to death's door in mere seconds. What occurred to delay the culmination of your chase for hours, as you say. And from whence do you hail? Where are you going?"
Rolls
insight to check motives and intentions of the hunters - (1d20)
(4) = 4
Sep 15, 2016 11:00 pm
Cyrind'ae will also attempt an History check as she spots the emblems.
Rolls
History - (1d20+3)
(6) + 3 = 9
Sep 15, 2016 11:51 pm
Owen: While the emblem seems fancy enough to place, your knowledge draws a blank.
Cyrind'ae:The emblem seems fancy enough to place, and your knowledge doesn't give you much. You think that they are an adventuring party - The Vermillion Hawks, maybe? - of some success. You've heard them mentioned in a tavern one time, but no real details.
Nar: The ogre grunts back at you: "Bad people kill friends. Want kill Hig, take Hig's wife."
Jhishma: The mumbling man replies in a weary voice. "A pack of ogres attacked a village nearby. This one ran." He huffs. "They're fast on those long legs."
Cyrind'ae:The emblem seems fancy enough to place, and your knowledge doesn't give you much. You think that they are an adventuring party - The Vermillion Hawks, maybe? - of some success. You've heard them mentioned in a tavern one time, but no real details.
Nar: The ogre grunts back at you: "Bad people kill friends. Want kill Hig, take Hig's wife."
Jhishma: The mumbling man replies in a weary voice. "A pack of ogres attacked a village nearby. This one ran." He huffs. "They're fast on those long legs."
Sep 16, 2016 12:29 am
Nar carefully considers the ogres words against what he heard from the hawk people.
Whispering in Giant, "Where did they attack you? Why do they want to take your wife, Hig?"
Whispering in Giant, "Where did they attack you? Why do they want to take your wife, Hig?"
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the dice are not our friends out of combat!Last edited September 16, 2016 12:30 am
Rolls
Insight - (1d20+4)
(5) + 4 = 9
Sep 16, 2016 1:41 am
Owen keeps his crossbow raised, watching to see how the situation plays out. He is calm, the adrenaline from the abrupt entrance of the ogre wearing off.
He addresses the men in a suspicious tone, "And what village would that be?"
He addresses the men in a suspicious tone, "And what village would that be?"
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Ill do a similar insight check to OmenstarLast edited September 16, 2016 1:41 am
Rolls
Insight for people's deamenor - (1d20+2)
(4) + 2 = 6
Sep 16, 2016 6:47 am
In the absence of a clear reply, Grok looks to his gut feeling.
Rolls
Insight - (1d20+2)
(12) + 2 = 14
Sep 16, 2016 12:42 pm
Kelvin is a legendarily bad judge of character, and he knows it. He keeps a wary eye on the armed men but defer's to his companions to speak with them.
Sep 16, 2016 2:25 pm
Grok: is confused. The ogre fight is over, but his companions are ready for a fight with the newcomers.
Nar: (in giant in reply) "They take cookpot. Kill Hig during supper. Much bad men."
Owen: The woman steps forward. Her beauty lights the night, overwhelming reason, commanding awe (if only metaphorically speaking). "What is the meaning of this? Are you protecting this ogre? Declare yourselves servant of the light or face justice, evildoers!"
Nar: (in giant in reply) "They take cookpot. Kill Hig during supper. Much bad men."
Owen: The woman steps forward. Her beauty lights the night, overwhelming reason, commanding awe (if only metaphorically speaking). "What is the meaning of this? Are you protecting this ogre? Declare yourselves servant of the light or face justice, evildoers!"
Sep 16, 2016 3:46 pm
Nar stands to face the newcomers.
In a measured voice, empty of malice (for now), says, with a short but respectful bow, "My lady, we are emissaries to the king, and I serve justice and truth. Things are not always as they seem, but with reason and some measure of patience, I have learned that the truth will come to light."
Glancing down at the ogre, "This beast is no longer a threat. However, there appear to be conflicting accounts, requiring further reasoned discussion. The ogre talks of an attack on their camp, much killing, theft, and the taking of one of their females."
He looks back up at the hawk people, "I trust you see the delima. While it's certainly likely that an ogre has not led a life completely without wrongdoing, there is much evil afoot in the region, and we have personally witnessed that things are not always as they seem on the surface. This is at the heart of our mission to the king. So, I invite you to share your story -- who are you, what is your purpose here, under what authority do you take up arms within the kingdom, and what 'nearby' village are you chasing this ogre from, who has clearly been desperately running for its life for many hours?"
In a measured voice, empty of malice (for now), says, with a short but respectful bow, "My lady, we are emissaries to the king, and I serve justice and truth. Things are not always as they seem, but with reason and some measure of patience, I have learned that the truth will come to light."
Glancing down at the ogre, "This beast is no longer a threat. However, there appear to be conflicting accounts, requiring further reasoned discussion. The ogre talks of an attack on their camp, much killing, theft, and the taking of one of their females."
He looks back up at the hawk people, "I trust you see the delima. While it's certainly likely that an ogre has not led a life completely without wrongdoing, there is much evil afoot in the region, and we have personally witnessed that things are not always as they seem on the surface. This is at the heart of our mission to the king. So, I invite you to share your story -- who are you, what is your purpose here, under what authority do you take up arms within the kingdom, and what 'nearby' village are you chasing this ogre from, who has clearly been desperately running for its life for many hours?"
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Sep 16, 2016 3:56 pm
"Oh thank the gods, a reasonable one. We're entering your camp. Press don't shoot us and we'll sort this out."
The four hawk-ers move towards your camp. Their weapons are lowered but not withdrawn. Given the tension, do any of you try to threaten or intimidate them?
The four hawk-ers move towards your camp. Their weapons are lowered but not withdrawn. Given the tension, do any of you try to threaten or intimidate them?
Sep 16, 2016 4:55 pm
Shimmering frostily with the Armour of Agathys coating his silver scales, Jhishma turns to face the newcomers, drawing himself up to his full height so as to be prepared to reveal the frightening countenance of his patron at the first sign of trouble.
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Ready Action: Fey PresenceSep 16, 2016 5:16 pm
Nar considered standing guard over the ogre, but something about Jhishma suddenly reminded him of his dreams of the previous night. Freaked out just a little bit, he dedecides to leave guard duty to him and moves to escort the lady hawker and her companions to the fire, making a wide berth around their hog-tied guest.
"Come, sit by our fire and rest. We were just about to break our fast."
He suddenly remembers something, and seeks out Tren, gauging his reaction to an ogre in the camp.
"Come, sit by our fire and rest. We were just about to break our fast."
He suddenly remembers something, and seeks out Tren, gauging his reaction to an ogre in the camp.
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i am SO getting a sword in the back...Sep 16, 2016 5:45 pm
The four individuals walk into the campfire. At a gesture from the woman, the fire suddenly rises high from the coals, shedding light all around.
The three men approach behind her, and seeing the ogre tied up, they sheath their swords as one. The man with the shield nods at Nar and at Jhishma. "I am Gorant, servant of Tyr. This is the lady Verilliana, and we are her hawks." He gestures to the other two, who bear a striking resemblance to each other. "Harrol and Chalst, cousins."
Verilliana sits by the fire she summoned with a grace that bespeaks royalty, and pulls out an embroidered cloth, using it wipe her brow. "We're here not on behalf of your king, but were passing through. We heard screams..." She gaze turns inwards, and the faces of the three men harden, as if warding off pain.
The three men approach behind her, and seeing the ogre tied up, they sheath their swords as one. The man with the shield nods at Nar and at Jhishma. "I am Gorant, servant of Tyr. This is the lady Verilliana, and we are her hawks." He gestures to the other two, who bear a striking resemblance to each other. "Harrol and Chalst, cousins."
Verilliana sits by the fire she summoned with a grace that bespeaks royalty, and pulls out an embroidered cloth, using it wipe her brow. "We're here not on behalf of your king, but were passing through. We heard screams..." She gaze turns inwards, and the faces of the three men harden, as if warding off pain.
Sep 16, 2016 6:33 pm
Seeing weapons being sheathed, Jhishma relaxes. He remains within easy striking distance of the ogre, gathers his armour and begins to don it, while listening to the story of their new guests. "Go on," he says invitingly to Verilliana, "sounds troubling, but we need to hear it. I have a feeling that the telling will end with my axe delivering a well-deserved execution to this ogre."
Sep 16, 2016 6:33 pm
Listening intently Kelvin will try and identify the type of spell that allowed her to manipulate the flame so casually.
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....and nevermindLast edited September 16, 2016 6:34 pm
Rolls
Arcana check - (1d20+5)
(1) + 5 = 6
Sep 16, 2016 7:01 pm
The story told....
The Verilliana's Hawks are an adventuring party from another land. They have been together for years, but speak little of their past. Yesterday they came across smoke. By the time that they arrived at the village, all were dead or dying in cookpots. A fight ensued, and they slaughtered the ogres. They were able to save only a few; the wounds of the survivors were horrific. The chased the only survivor.
"Lady, we should return as soon as we can. Tyr will grant me more healing magic in the morning. The children..." Gorant doesn't finish the sentence.
She sighs and stands. The two cousins also stand and retake up their backpacks.
Chalst speaks for the first time, gesturing at the ogre. "We trust you know what to do with that. If you feel like doing some more good, the village is two hours run that way."
The Verilliana's Hawks are an adventuring party from another land. They have been together for years, but speak little of their past. Yesterday they came across smoke. By the time that they arrived at the village, all were dead or dying in cookpots. A fight ensued, and they slaughtered the ogres. They were able to save only a few; the wounds of the survivors were horrific. The chased the only survivor.
"Lady, we should return as soon as we can. Tyr will grant me more healing magic in the morning. The children..." Gorant doesn't finish the sentence.
She sighs and stands. The two cousins also stand and retake up their backpacks.
Chalst speaks for the first time, gesturing at the ogre. "We trust you know what to do with that. If you feel like doing some more good, the village is two hours run that way."
Sep 16, 2016 7:08 pm
"As I expected," says the dragonborn.
After donning his armour the Winter Knight summarily executes the ogre, without ceremony.
After donning his armour the Winter Knight summarily executes the ogre, without ceremony.
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let me know if any rolls are needed, or if it reignites combatSep 16, 2016 7:32 pm
Verilliana's Hawks disappear into the woods, back the way they came. Jhishma executes the ogre in the middle of your camp, rendering your nightly rest over.
What do you do?
What do you do?
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