devadasi
5th Level Troll
maiden voyager
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Post by devadasi on Jul 15, 2012 14:20:21 GMT -5
Did he say that?
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Post by doctorx on Jul 15, 2012 14:38:12 GMT -5
Ah, but there's out-of-reach to a mere mortal and out-of-reach to an obsessed leprechaun!  The dawn will no doubt reveal more... (possibly more than he'd like in de Morsac's case...  ) At length Ruby passes the watch to Master Ho, who takes up his duties without complaint, eager for the opportunity to commune with the spirits of night and starlight. By the time he relinquishes watch duties to Nebless, the night is more than half-gone and on its way towards dawn... |
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Post by nebless on Jul 15, 2012 21:19:09 GMT -5
Nebless will take over from Master Ho when awakened. After ensuring the fire is ready if needed; he'll relieve himself off in the bushes and then start to making his rounds holding his spear, always keeping his eyes out away from the fire. If nothing happens he'll awaken Flick at the end of his watch, then roll back up in his blanket for a couple more hours of sleep. Attachments:
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Post by doctorx on Jul 16, 2012 9:59:20 GMT -5
Nebless stumps idly round the camp as the minutes of his watch pass...
A sudden piercing shriek rings out of the night on the landsward side, causing the seabirds roosting on the cliffs to raise their voices in alarm and the dwarf to clap both hands round the shaft of his spear, ears and eyes straining to percieve any further movement or sound out in the darkness beyond, but there is nothing, and the birds on the cliffs eventually fall silent. The cry of a night-bird, perhaps? But if it was, it was of a kind Nebless has never heard before.
He passes the rest of the hour in a state of uneasy alertness before rousing Flick. The dwarf then returns to his blanket, the strange shriek still echoing uneasily in his mind...
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Post by grrraall on Jul 16, 2012 15:27:48 GMT -5
De Morsac is having a nightmare involving a shrieking leprechaun trying to take off his pants.
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devadasi
5th Level Troll
maiden voyager
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Post by devadasi on Jul 16, 2012 18:29:15 GMT -5
Ruby is having a really great dream wherein she is taking off your pants.
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Post by doctorx on Jul 17, 2012 14:39:52 GMT -5
Nebless surrenders the watch to Flick, who passes his hour enjoying the starlight and the sounds of a beautiful if chilly night. He is almost reluctant to yield the last watch to Finnegan, who seems equally reluctant to take it on.
Nonetheless, the hobbit eventually stands to, and passes an uneventful hour until a grey dawn begins to creep across the sky.
The wind has dropped and a mist has crept in off the sea. The sea birds have begun their cacophonous morning chorus as, one by one, the company roll from their blankets and set about breakfast.
Ruby is feeling particularly peckish, lacking trail rations as she does, but she tucks into her rapidly-diminishing supply of cherries and raspberries with gusto...
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Post by nebless on Jul 17, 2012 16:41:19 GMT -5
After getting up, I'll stretch the kinks out. As I eat the other half of my trail ration, I'll tell everyone about the strange sound I heard on my watch. Once finished eating I'll make a check of the area outside our bushes and be ready to continue our march to the fort. Attachments:
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danhem
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Post by danhem on Jul 17, 2012 21:42:21 GMT -5
"Good thing we had this shelter," Banoc says as Nebless recounts his experience on watch. "Maybe there was something on the hunt last night?"
Banoc eats next to the smoldering remains of the fire then checks over his gear. Once satisfied that everything is in order collects his weapons, keeping spear and buckler in hand.
"To the ruins?" he asks.
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Post by doctorx on Jul 18, 2012 16:48:29 GMT -5
Nebless makes a circle of the campsite while chomping down on his breakfast, looking for any signs of anything unusual...
L1LKSR. Dice roll: 3 + 2 + LK 13 = 18. Failure! Ap gained: 5.
... but finds nothing.
The rest of the company are now up, breakfasted and ready to continue. If there's nothing anyone else wishes to do, we'll move on...
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Post by doctorx on Jul 19, 2012 14:57:12 GMT -5
Will everyone please mark off a day’s trail rations.
The journey East along the cliff-tops continues. After an hour or so the mist burns away and the wind rises. The panoramic views out across the sea are as stunning as ever, sea birds crying and wheeling over the glittering waves towards the many jutting outcrops of rock and small islands that dot the ocean beyond. On one occasion the sharper-eyed among you think you see a white sail sculling far out on the horizon – a fishing boat out from Kendor you speculate. You also note that clouds are building out over the Southern horizon.
The morning wears on. After another hour or so’s travel the path branches, one fork continuing to follow the cliffs, the other heading inland toward a sumptuous green vale where a small river lies gleaming in the morning sun, surrounded by a wide expanse of ploughed fields, wooded copses and spaces of open meadow where sheep and cattle are visible, guarded by the bark of dogs and the eyes of watchful shepherds. At the heart of this rural idyll lies a cluster of farms and cottages that must be the village of Mirane, perhaps a half-hour’s walk distant.
Do you wish to take the path to the village or continue to follow the cliff path?
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Post by nebless on Jul 19, 2012 16:09:33 GMT -5
"If we follow the cliff path, it should lead us to the fort"; says Nebless, "and unless we really need to go there, I vote for heading inland to the village." "We're more likely to find out the latest gossip there." Attachments:
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danhem
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Post by danhem on Jul 19, 2012 21:41:46 GMT -5
"The ruins we seek lie along the cliff path according the warrior we spoke to at the Eye," offers Banoc. "I for one would like to have a look before heading to town."
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Post by ProfGremlin on Jul 19, 2012 22:07:29 GMT -5
The Blackthorn Copse...Flick decides to stay awake and watch the sun rise rather than return to his bedroll for the last hour of the watch. As light slowly bleeds into the sky the air becomes still and a damp mist rolls in across the cliff. In part, this is what Flick had been waiting for. Aside of the emotional aesthetic of a misty morn promising magic in the most mundane of experiences he had wanted the fresh taste of dew in his water skin. The faerie walks among the branches of the blackthorns, careful to keep his wings safe from the thorns, and slowly siphons off the dew as it collects and drips from the points of the leaves. Unable to resist, and not really caring to do so, the little wizard slakes his thirst with the flavor of clean, wild and unfettered possibility imparted by his harvest. Remembering the blackthorn thorns he had procured the night previous, Flick takes a few moments to imbue one of them as a wizards staff. He closes his eyes and reaches out into the All That Is and asks the Mother for her blessing upon the instrument of his will. Feeling something, though not quite sure what, the faerie smiles and bows his head in respect. Before Flick returns to the central fire and breakfast, he picks as many blackthorn berries as he can stuff in his small pack to snack on throughout the day. Their tart, astringent flavor will be welcome later in the heat of the day. While the others discuss Nebless' experience over their morning repast, Flick indulges in his herbalist's whims and scouts the area in daylight. He hopes to find a few plants that may be beneficial to he and his new companions. At the very least, something that would add flavor to their meals. Before they leave he points out the bounty of the blackthorn berries to his companions in case any wish to snack on the little fruits. "To the ruins?" Banoc asks. Flick nods and zips on ahead to scout the way. Fork in the Road..."If we follow the cliff path, it should lead us to the fort"; says Nebless, "and unless we really need to go there, I vote for heading inland to the village. We're more likely to find out the latest gossip there." Flick looks out off the cliff and over the ocean. The dark storm on the southern horizon weighs in on his opinion. Flick looks up the trail towards the green valley - river and small wooded copses or miltary fort? Somehow it just didn't seem like that hard of a choice. Better to weather the storm in an inn or a stable than a military fort... Especially if the Accords aren't held with favor..."The ruins we seek lie along the cliff path according the warrior we spoke to at the Eye," offers Banoc. "I for one would like to have a look before heading to town.""I'd forgotten about that," Flick offers with a wistful look up the green river valley, "With that storm on the horizon I'd rather be in an inn than at the mercy of the human military - if we can even get inside the fort." The faerie looks back up the green valley trail, "Even a sheltered copse would be better though if we can make it to the ruins before nightfall we may beat the storm. If we can find shelter there it might work out fine. If you like I can scout ahead."[Actions] Fills waterskin with morning dew. Collects blackthorn berries to snack on. Enchants makeshift staff. Scouts for useful plants. [OOC] For those who have cast spells, how much of their respective spell point pool has replenished? Does Flick discover any useful plants in the blackthorn copse or along the cliff trail? 
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[Fairy Wizard Lvl: 1 Att: 2d+11 / +23 Def: 6 ST: 3 IQ: 7 LK: 17 CN: 3 DX: 24 CH: 20/32]
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Post by nebless on Jul 20, 2012 10:56:07 GMT -5
The Blackthorn Copse...Before Flick returns to the central fire and breakfast, he picks as many blackthorn berries as he can stuff in his small pack to snack on throughout the day. Their tart, astringent flavor will be welcome later in the heat of the day. Before they leave he points out the bounty of the blackthorn berries to his companions in case any wish to snack on the little fruits. Nebless will try a couple of the berries. If they taste alright to him he'll pick a couple of handful's to much on. Attachments:
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The dawn will no doubt reveal more... (possibly more than he'd like in de Morsac's case... 
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