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Topic: When the Silence Breaks...
Subject: Still watching (but silently)
Members of the traveling band had interjected themselves in different ways, but all, it seemed, with the intent of either stopping or lessening the damage to the extablishment that appeared about to take place. Then Motolov explained the gist of his exchange with the Krosan It seemed to be a matter of the diminutive warrior defending his honor, or the honor of his clan. Well, then, another bit of information about the race was shown to be true.
At that brief explanation, all the others, save Motolov, backed off for their own various reasons or justifications. Reuben and Gunther began to move furniture out of the way to prevent damage that would eventually cost the innkeeper. Motolov gained a table-top and announced that he would "referee" the encounter in the name of his temple and diety, explaining that the Krosan would accept only that much, and no more, and only from his own kind.
Frantically low-voicing his interpretation of the ensuing event, Lorin was surprised at both the brevity and the ferocity of the Krosan's skills as a warrior. It was almost anti-climactic -- almost. But the short skirmish did have a series of after-effects.
Motolov invited the Krosan, whose name was still an unknown, to camp with him outside the Inn, for reasons unfathomable to Lorin, as yet. The Krosan agreed to meet with him outside the town's boundary. Lorin would have loved to be a bug on a rock listening to that meeting! Howver, Lorin wass not fool enough to believe that his presence would be allowed or accepted.
Then the innkeeper ordered the rest of the party out of his inn, and seemed not to heed any claims to be innocent stander-bys just arriving as the altercation began. Lorin was taken a bit aback when the innkeeper called Gunther by name and mentioned past association. Lorin knew they hadn't stayed here on the trip into Veythor, so this mention was from some previous interaction between the two.
Lorin also noted that Gunther, as yet, had not defended his own innocence or that of the rest of the traveling companions, although some of them attempted to do so. Internally, Lorin warred with the desire to persuade the innkeeper to allow them to say, and the realization that his knowledge and expertise in this matters of this kind were severly lacking. He opted for the wiser of the available choices and kept silent -- at least for this portion of their evening ...
But the impending loss of a night's rest in a comfortable bed loomed heavy in his thoughts.
Posted on 2008-10-19 at 10:39:53.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Another focusing on leaders ...
Intella reached the closing gate in time to place herself into a corner position of a "box" formation, second row and to the right. She was able to, briefly, glance toward Xaris just as he lobbed something into the sea of goblins ahead. When it hit, a booming roar of sound reached her. A smile of satisfaction lit her face. Good move! The creatures affected by the blast were knocked senseless and immobile or writhing in pain and useless in battle, but others swarmed in to take their place as the pain-distracted ones fell either to the deafening blast of sound or from arrows or steely blades.
She quickly glanced at the others and noted directions of movement and choice of weapons, and again draws her two siangham from their sheaths
Intella noted that Xaris followed his own throw into the mass of goblins, striking the smaller creatures almost as an afterthought, seeming to hunt for more challenging prey. Intella broke away from her position in the "box", taking Xaris' lead. Yondalla had taught her a lesson in the last few brief encounters before arriving here. Darting, dodging, weaving through the onslaught of lesser challenges, she also sought the leaders, if any were visible and accessible. She had no compunction about wading through "fodder" to get to one of the leaders, but would no longer focus on them as worthy opponents. She would defend herself against attacks from the goblins, but not waste her energy on them otherwise unless directly threatened by a group of the green-skinned abominations attacking in unison, in concert. Not likely with goblins, but possible as coincidence.
[ Esesentially, she's looking for gnolls or orcs, i.e. larger-framed leaders of groups, as a greather threat and therefore a greater challenge. And also to demoralize the led groups, as with Xaris' tactic, but in a different direction to avoid a dupication of effort in the same area. Until she is in close-melee with a leader, she will employ TwoWeapon Fighting/Defense tactics, unless and until a serious wound indicates a lack of smarts, and a need for more focused attack(s) .. ]
Posted on 2008-10-19 at 09:53:54.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: C'est le guerre?
No, no! That's not my problem.
Kaelyn, I'm confused again (still?) ...
When I had my last bout with confusion, I was using the wrong map, which had no northern gate. I was corrected and shown the map with a gate on the north wall. I assumed that we were attacking (and entering) through this northern portal, and that Atharam and Co., Ltd., were entering through the eastern gate.
In the second paragraph of your last post, you mention that our group (some mentioned by name) are/were at the eastern gate, rather than the northern one.
I have a post ready, but before I let fly, where are we?
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 07:48:06.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: I haven't forgotten again
Really, I haven't!
Life just got to me -- again ...
Working on post now ...
Posted on 2008-10-13 at 11:42:07.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Easy?
Maybe for your character.
In the last skirmish, Intella got seriously ginsued, slice-and-diced, and julienned ...
All in one hit. 
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 15:32:11.
Edited on 2008-10-06 at 15:33:34 by Dwibius
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Topic: When the Silence Breaks...
Subject: The watcher
The yelling by the dwarf -- no, Krosan -- was evidently retaliation for some perceived slight by the humans approaching him. While Lorin had no personal knowledge of the Krosans, he knew of them. They prided themselves on their abilities as warriors, perhaps even more so than the Khordaldrums like Motolov. But he also knew they were considered to be lovers of isolation and privacy, sometimes to the extent of rudeness and insults. It was also written that some were "race-intolerant", accepting the company of their own kind, but vocally disdaining the company or help of any other race, for any reason, often to the point of abuse.
At least a part of what he knew was evidenced by the Krosan's conversation with Motolov. While Lorin didn't understand that exchange, the tone from the Krosan seemed almost relieved that he was not alone here. But Lorin understood what the hammer-wielding Krosan directed at Liriel, and the tone the Krosan used toward her almost dripped poison, and was further puncuated by him spitting in her direction.
Lorin wondered what exactly had been said or done that had set the Krosan off, or if it were just a case of an explosion of bad temper. Regardless, what was unfolding here could prove to be interesting. Lorin stepped ot one side of the door and placed his back against the wall, softly reciting to himself a vocal description of what he was viewing to commit it to memory. Even as he spoke, he leaned the staff against his shoulder and folded his arms around it, seemingly at ease since he was outside the immediate area of the conflict..
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 06:39:20.
Edited on 2008-10-06 at 06:46:24 by Dwibius
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Intella ... (Catch-up post)
Far Backpost:
Her stealth had netted her a firt target, but as she rose to put that target down, her foot caught a root and twisted her attack off-balance, causing one of her weapons to miss. The other did not strike a vital point, as planned, and her quarry let out a shriek of pain and fear at the surprise attack.
The result was that Intella found herself in dire straights. As had happened earlier in the night, her avoidance of the goblins' attacks left her vulnerable to that of their leader. The ax was so well-timed that Intella could not avoid, or even minimize the contact. As such, the blow opened her skull, her breast, shoulder, and upper arm. Intella could naught but scream from the intense pain! She almost dropped, but could not, in all good conscience, leave this one for someone else to defeat for her.
Evan as she turned to take on this new threat, she saw Artanis cleave the head of one of the goblins clear of it's body in a single blow, making it seem almost easy -- and almost enjoyable, from the look on her faice.
Focusing, cross-stepping inside the reach of the gnoll, surprising it, she lashed up and up into the throat of the creature with a Stunning Decisive Strike, intended to stop the creature dead,-- or at least long enough for her to finish it off. Her forcible contortion to make the reach to the taller creature'e throat caused so much more pain that she felt sure she would black out from the effort. She didn't, and when she looked, the gnoll was in it's death throes, clutching it's throat with a look of surprised horror on it's face. Her glance showed that Artanis had already finished off the other goblin and was looking for more targets. The new silence indicated there were none in the vicinity, so Intella limped back to get to Mossan.
Her attention was drawn, along with that of the others, to the sky above the keep. Fureworks? A celebration? But no, the sparks and lignts from the red explosions congealed into an orcish-ogrish face that called its "minions" to retreat and re-group. Bolikar's name was mentioned, and someone named Gruumsh. It spoke of the end of the time for humans, of six clans, and of pouring out of the keep to eliminate anyone in their way like insects.
Near Backpost:
Intella just happened to stagger out into the path next to Aelistae. The look the drow-femme gave Intella as she stumbled into view told Intella that her wound was worse than she wanted to imagine. The priestess sheathed her sword and called forth a healing power to use on Intella, causing the warmth and a relieving lessening of the pain the halfling felt. So effective was the healing that the wounds completely closed, leaving only fresh scar tissue, a dull ache, and stiffness in it's wake. The scars would remain, but the ache and stiffness could be "worked out" with the correct amount and type of exercise, Intella knew.
“Don’t be afraid to come to me if you’re hurt like that again. I don’t know what you’re reasons are for being here, but you’re one of us now,” the priestess whispered.
"I am learning this. All too suddenly, it seems." Intella says with a disarming smile. " I am also wondering when my own turn will come to aid one of your -- our! -- number."
To Aelistae:
I agree with your assessment of battle with the army of Bolikar. I also agree that we should find the source of the horn but, if I remember correctly, it's source would be on the opposite side of the keep from us. Which direction should we go? Around the north or the south side of the keep?"
To Talus:
"Unfortunately, Talus, I know nothing at all of these lands. Yondally has been guiding me to new places for some time now. I have visited many places, but none like any other before it. So I do not have even a bit of knowledge of similar terrain, much less this area. I am sorry."
Catching up ... :
Intella remained mounted on Mossan as Aelistae spoke of attacking the keep through the breach in its wall. she made it sound simple enough, but getting in without alerting the goblins inside? She wondered at that ...
Linnix nodded in response to Aelistae's statement, "I agree. There's really no alternative, at least that I can think of. Does anyone else have any ideas?"
Intella didn't hesitate. "As a matter of fact, I do. Aelistae mentioned that we can't fight this Bolikar's army alone, and I concur with that statement. Why not ride to the east and come south on that side to see what has them all riled up -- beesides us. A horn sounded that was not the crude horn of the orcs. We may have more allies there that could aid us, as we could aid them. After all, Yondalla led me to you, and you to me. Is this step toward forming our own army so farfetched?"
Then she saw the fireball, as did the others, and the damage in the aftermath of it was terrible, After that there was a flury of activity and the gates began to close. The thought that they would be shut out and have to scale the walls to end this startled her into motion, even as she heard Aelistae speak.
“We have no more time, we have to go now if we are to make what we have been through mean something. May the Lady watch over you all this night, usst’abbilen*.” The tone of the dark priestess was as dour as her visage, a resigned look of sadness, for some reason. She drew her sword and began to run toward the keep's norther gate.
Intella slid off Mossan and sighed as she bent to draw her siangham from their sheaths -- again. Without a word she also began to sprint toward the closing gates, trying to judge her speed so that she would not be winded when she arrived, but would still arrive at the gate soon enough to be able to enter well before it closed -- if she would be allowed to enter at all ...
In time to her footsteps, she had time to muse that to wish for no harm from battle was frivolous. So the rhythm of her footfalls became the timing for a silent chanting prayer to Yondalla to protect her and her hew friends from death.
Posted on 2008-10-02 at 19:51:57.
Edited on 2008-10-02 at 19:56:42 by Dwibius
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Ooooops! My bad!
I have that map, but was looking at the area map (with all the goblin camps). That one shows no northern gate.
Okay, then, I can have a back- and catch-up-post in a short time.
Oh, and with Intella's Monk Fast Movement, she is considered to have a move of 30 herself, so she can be at the gate with the rest, or at least not far behind ...
Posted on 2008-10-02 at 19:28:12.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: A question of gates ...
Kaelyn, in your last post you mention that anyone looking int he norther or eastern gate could see the ruckus that was taking place with Fate.
1) ... On my map, I don't see a northern gate.
2) ... If you're referring to the northern breach, then we don't have to worry about them closing that, which gives us a slight advantage if we move fast enough ...
I mention this because I am currently writing a, sadly, long-overdue post, and need the clarified information to finish what I would like Intella to say and do ...
Posted on 2008-10-01 at 05:55:19.
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Topic: When the Silence Breaks...
Subject: The Book of Lorin
A little bit of back post ...
When Lorin heard of Gunther's quest as a representative, of sorts, of the Zantrical, he recognized a rare opportunity to learn and at the same time be involved in the rescue of his boyhood hero, Jaques le Vert. Lorin didn't miss the humor in Gunther's face when he asked to be included. He had seen it many times before. He just didn't have the look of the experienced adventurer, not in the least. His bright red hair, pale skin, and freckles made him look more like a student-in-training than the man with accomplished skills that he was. So he ignored the humor and asked again, never losing his seriousness, to be included. He was elated when Gunther hesitated only briefly before allowing a nod of approval and advice on what to gather for the trip he intended to take! He thought again of the knowledge he could gain from a venture such as this! Now that was sometihing of worth to Lorin. And to his Order. To be known as one of those who rescued and returned the famed explorer to the world would certainly be no detriment to the reputation Lorin intended to build for himself.
Lorin had decided to find out, if he could, more about the star-fall. He wondered what could cause an event such as that, and what effects that an event such as that could cause. Most of his close family were followers of St Manquo, and though Lorin was no holy-man in service to the diety, the tenets of that faith had shaped his life and desire for knowledge. Lorin may have been slightly different than most of his clan-brethren, though, in that he had decided to take his thirst for knowledge outside his clanhome and the neighboring towns. This was looked upon with disfavor, but not outright contempt. His Brothers-in-Books were concerned abut losing such a one as Lorin, who had skills in finding knowledge locally that some had missed for years. To take that skill outside the clan was to lose it, maybe briefly, maybe permanently, and they were reluctant to lose it at all. But it was the way of the clan, and of the Brotherhood, to gather knowledge and disseminate it, so it would not be lost. Lorin's desire to find something elsewhere was to be allowed, albeit with trepidation.
Lorin had to first speak to Three Bear Silent Ash, the tribe shaman, to get released from his duties as an understudy for the holy man. There, he ran into more reluctance than he had expected, but the man, begrudgingly, did finally release Lorin to accompany Gunther, with the promise from Lorin to return, whole and in good health, to his place.
For Lorin, it was all about finding out more about his world. Learning knowledge that he could take back to his clan. Knowledge that some of his kinsmen and -women may or may not have. And leVert, his boyhood hero, missing? Possibly as a result of the event that so interested Lorin? Too much the coincidence, in Lorin's eyes! Losing such a person as the famed explorer was a loss for the world, for the name "Jaques le Vert" was known by nearly everyone who had ears and eyes. Le Vert had even stopped in Lorin's village once, when Lorin was just a wee lad. When he was reported to be in the village, a crowd quickly gathered in the village square to hear le Vert regale them with stories of his travels. Lorin had no doubt that le Vert ate well that night, for each and every person in the whole village would have fed him a hearty meal and drinks for the news he had brought of the world.
As was customary, conversation was sparse and sporadic on the trip to Veythor and their final destination of Sankirst. It usually consisted of observances of weather, animals, talk of food and instructions from Gunther on cooking over an open fire in the out-of-doors, something which Lorin had never before done, but enjoyed eating immensely! The fresh air gave any preparation a decidedly different, fresher, more pleasing taste. As the pair neared Sankirst, Gunther asked Lorin if he would aid him in recruiting others, as extension and an aid to his cause. Lorin accepted it as a challenge and set to memory the details that Gunther gave him concerning the Zantrical contract. In Lorin's presence, Gunther had mentioned once -- only once -- his desire to regain the favor of the elders and ancestors through this quest, but no more detail than that. And Lorin respected the man's personal "space" enough to leave the curious reference alone.
On the road (again) ...
When Lorin approached the north gate with Gunther and the mules, he saw a Syln, a Duskarn, and two elves waiting as if for stragglers. The other syln that was with the group was a warrior clad in metal armor of such a type that Lorin winced at the mere thought of the weight the man carried. A holy man, no doubt, for his symbol of faith was prominently displayed and proudly worn. There was a Dur'amani female dressed for wildland travel, and armed accordingly. Lorin guessed she might be a protector of those wildlands. There was another female whose racial name escaped Lorin at the moment. She seemed to have the looks and manner of of an antertainer, but carried a blade and bow, so she was obviously a person of various talents. The dark-and-dour Duskan was armored and axe-armed as well, but his symbol was one that Lorin recognized as that of Atlam, a diety worshiped by a clan currently at war with his own. But this one was not Gano, so there was no threat from him because of his faith. Lorin knew of the sturdiness and hardiness of the Duskans, a matter of pride among some of them. Overall it seemed a goodly mix of skills.
Lorin himself was a little under six feet tall and very slender. His shoulder-length, bright red hair contrasted sharply with the dull dark brown of his leathers and the dark grey of his woolen cloak and cap. From those dark colors, his complexion was also in extreme contrast, for the fair skin and noticeable field of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks made him look more like a mere boy, with not near enough years to be on a quest such as this one. He carried a quarterstaff which, at first sight of him, seemed to be a mere walking stick. As he approached the group, the staff could be seen to have marks of combat against a bladed weapon of some sort, for there were cuts and gouges along it's length.
Lorin was unable to recruit a single person to aid in Gunther's quest, hence the reference at the gate. Lorin accepted the mention as he accepted his failure to gather others as his friend had; it was a reference to a lesson learned, nothing more.
Gunthers comment about "always winter to outsiders" elicited a smile and a short of barely-contained laughter from Lorin. In truth, though, the seasons in Dascau were simply varying degrees of cold. For those who lived their lives there, it was just that -- life. Gunther's mention animals to be encountered in Dascau was of interest to Lorin, so Lorin would softly repeat every word the big man spoke, as if mimicking the man. It was the way Lorin had of committing the spoken word to memory when he could not write it down, as preferred. His mention of the Darm, Howling Master, caused Lorin to nod, even as he softly repeated Gunther's words.
After Gunther's descriptions, a little more than an hour of silent travel ensued, then a halt was called to rest, refresh and eat. Of necessity, and because the stop was meant to be brief, it was a "cold" camp with no fire, so only fruit, bread, and water were the fare. What warmth the sun was able to provide made the stop that much more pleasant. Lorin deigned to speak after a short silence. As he apoke, he bent his arms at the elbows with palms upward for all to view. Tattooed on the palm of each hand is the symbol of the open Libram of Saint Manquo, the Eternal Librarian.
"No warrior, I, nor protector of faith or land or creatures. I am however a keeper of faith, in a way, as a follower of Saint Manquo. I am a seeker of knowledge that has some small skill in the Divining Arts of Magic. I have offered those skills, as well as a few others to this cause, for the loss of Jaques le Vert is a loss for all of the world. He is a hero of mine for his accomplishments, and I will do what I can to help restore him to the world."
Not long after that, as they sat and mused or chatted, Gunther made mention of a town ahead, Evis Nollan. They would not make it before nightfall, and Gunther asked the group if they would rather strike for the town and ride part of the way in the cold dark for a sheltered rest, or if they would prefer to make a sheltered campsite when the sun went down, before reaching the town.
Here, Lorin spoke aloud for the first time other than his "repetitious speaking". "I, for one would favor a warm bed in town. As Gunther mentioned, as a Gano, I am used to the cold. But a warm bed is always preferable to me, when a choice can be made."
Lorin subsides calmly, but with an almost embarrassed look on his face.
Posted on 2008-09-26 at 15:56:20.
Edited on 2008-10-01 at 03:08:03 by Dwibius
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Oh. I understand.
She did state her dismount as a move action, which Intella did not. So it's all in the wording of the post, the player stating specific phases of movement(s)/action(s).
My assumption on my (altered) post was that the DM would know, as I did, that she could not do the actions described in one round, and would break it down as necessary, as I have seen in your own posts describing the actions of the entire group.
A mistaken assumption on my part. No problem.
Posted on 2008-09-21 at 13:47:14.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: A confused question
Would not Alistae's dismount require a Ride check, since it is nearly identical to the one (formerly) attempted by Intella?
Posted on 2008-09-21 at 08:14:16.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Since PMs didn't work
Keep your doubts to yourself Ginafae, and let the DM do his job.
Posted on 2008-09-19 at 18:40:26.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: and awaaaay we go!
As Intella rode with the rest, she saw, as they did, the torches of a group approaching them along the pathway. then the torches went out and she momentarily lost sight of their enemy. When her low-light vision detected movement to her right, it was closer than she had thought they would manage to get, and the group was caught in a tactical situation that left much to be desired. But it was what it was, and they were "in the thick of it".
Her initial, brief assessment told her that flight would gain them time, but would not guarantee a delay of the reinforcements, if that was what these creatures were supposed to be. Intella had seen no orcs -- yet. Where were they? And she was expecting wolves again, also, but Mossan wasn't reacting as though they were present. Nervous, yes, but not the fear that she would show if wolves were near.
Then she heard music coming from the direction of the cart, and thought, "What? Why now?" She just as quickly realized the music was meant to be an anthem, a source of inspiration. She was about to draw breath for the Harpies Warble when the realization struck, so she kept silent as she reined Mossan to the right, stopped suddenly, and threw her left leg over to the right and slid from Mossan's back. Then she reached down to pull the siangham from their sheaths at her calves before creeping into the underbrush in an attempt to surprise a few of the opposing number ...
[[ Hide check +6, +4 (race), taking 10. Will attempt to sneak between two of the gobblies closest to her and, if successful, will attack (the closest) from behind. Two-Weapon ighting. If unsuccessful, she'll mix it up with whoever caught her ... ]]
[[ Next round (?): She knows there is (at least) one behind her (or nearby) and will make a 5' move (cross-step to gain momentum) for kick to the gobblies throat using Decisive Strike and Stunning Attack. If the little buggar is still standing, she'll put it out of it's misery next round ... ]]
Posted on 2008-09-18 at 07:52:44.
Edited on 2008-09-19 at 16:23:13 by Dwibius
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: DA, that may not work here.
If they heard the horn, they will already be gearing up to move as we are, but not taking as much time for discussion.
So it's more likely they'll be moving out of the camp, if not already out of it, before we encounter them.
If so, they'll see us before we can surround them in the open ...
But the ride-dismount-strike option could work. If we keep the baddies occupied, they won't be worried too much about the horses ...
Posted on 2008-09-17 at 08:10:11.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Okay ... I goofed.
Intellas suggestion was based on the location of the camps (and bridges) that I had in my "mind's eye" image of the area.
Turns out that image was inaccurate.
BUT if we do as Artanis suggests and ride to intercept the occupants of the northern camp on our side before they can reinforce the northern camp on the OTHER side (or before they can get to the bridges), then we will still only have the one group of bad buys to fight ...
I will amend my post, and I apologize for not having my stuff together before I post ...
Posted on 2008-09-16 at 02:48:11.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A suggestion.
While discussing what to do and how to do it as the drums sounded in the distance, Intella had voiced her willingness to accompany the group in any ploy.
But her eyese widened at the sound of a horn, barely heard over the sound of the throbbing drums. The tone denoted an instrument made of natural material, not one made of metal, and it was a single, long blast. Faint as the sound of the horn was, desperation could be heard in its message. Intella looked at the others to see if they also heard the tone. But it seemed only the dark elven female, Aelistae, had heard, for she was already looking at Intella with the same surprised look on her face.
"Well it's good to know I wasn't imagining it," the dark femme added with a nod.
Intella shook her head. "No, you didn't imagine it. Though it makes for more importance that we move soon, if not now! To cover that distance we need to ride, not run. Whatever is causing this distubance is to our advantage, regardless of who or what it is. The direction is a problem, though. If we take the two bridges to get to the sound, it may take too long."
Then she pauses and her face brightens. "Buuuuut, if we intercept those from the northwestern camp, we can take them on before they reach the bridge, while the northwestern camp, most likely, will go to the sound of the horn. That means we will only have one group to fight, and we can keep those reinforcements from getting to the horn's source." She gives a questioning look to the rest of the group.
[[ Regardless of the plan chosen or the decision made ... ]]
"May Yondalla watch over us!" That said, Intella turns to run to Mossan and mount, waiting for the others to ready themselves
Posted on 2008-09-14 at 05:06:43.
Edited on 2008-09-16 at 02:53:09 by Dwibius
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Okay. I got an idea.
Will submit it in a post, and see if the group agrees. No sweat if they don't. After all, it's only a suggestion ...
Posted on 2008-09-14 at 04:57:01.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Question?
Sorry for the delay. Wow, this game moves fast! I'm liking this ...
Is Atharam working on a patrol or raiding group, or is he taking on one of the camps (if the latter, which one)?
Judging the direction of the horn, Intella may have a suggestion as to direction or splitting into two groups ...  
Posted on 2008-09-13 at 05:33:22.
Edited on 2008-09-13 at 05:34:43 by Dwibius
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Introductions and a plan?
To Aelistae: "Sisters we are in battle and in goal and in deed. My name is Intella. My history, obviously, will have to wait. And I will accompany you, fot it seems to be Yondalla's will that I am here at this time to meet all of you." Her gaze then takes in all of the group present.
To Artanis: "Ah! I thank you, Artanis. My name is Intella of Luiren. This cloak is but the spoils won from the efforts of all of us, not just myself. Therefore, it should go to whomever here wishes it. It's much to large for me." (assumes a ta-da! stance, briefly to illustrate her point).
[[ If any others introduce themselves, she will respond accordingly, but briefly, in all cases, letting each know that more informatin will be available later, for she also senses the need for quick action ]]
When the drums started again, Intella simply sighs. "Somehow I knew that Yondalla's test was not over. I am here -- WE are here -- for a reason. We are not likely to find out that reason if we stand still. I will say that my skills and size are a bane as well as an embarrassment to the orcs. Except for my most recent foe, most have a frustrating time making contact with me. So I have some advantage against those big brutes, for what that information is worth."
"I also agree that we should take the fight to them. But it should be noted that thinking about acting, without action, is like rocking in a rocker-chair; it gives one something to do, but gets one nowhere for the effort. I am ready!" She assumes a challenging stance, fists on hips and feet spread to shoulder width, a smile on her face.
Posted on 2008-09-10 at 21:42:47.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: She shoots, she scores!
[Slight back-post]
Intella was about to turn and go to act as a lookout when she saw the man approach her. He sheathed the thin blade of his rapier as he funbled for something at his side with his other hand. When he pulled out a wand, Intella took a quick step backward, but then realized that the man was even more badly injured than she herself was. He then pointed the wand at himself and spoke a command word -- twice -- to release a small glow of energy into himself. The result was a visible healing -- or partial healing -- of the worst of the wounds he suffered.
"Might I ask what your name is?" the man asks, as he knelt down before her. As she drew breath to answer, he leveled the wand at her own chest and spoke the command word again. The relief of the healing energy of the wand washed over her like a splash of refreshing water from a cool mountain spring. Intella closed her eyes and sighed quietly and deeply, once.
Then she opened her eyes and spoke to him gently, so as to remove any perceived "sting" from her words, "I am known as Intella. Intella Gentrix of Luiren, far to the southeast. I appreciate what you just did. I also understand the why of it. But there might be others in greater need of this power than I. You should seek them out as well, for we must leave here quickly."
Even as she spoke, he pointed the wand at himself again and spoke a command word twice more, infusing himself with what seemed to be well-deserved healing.
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[Moving forward]
As she heard the others leave the vicinity of the pavilion, she noticed two additions to those she had viewed as allies; a human female and a half-orc youth. They seem to be heading to the south, leaving the camp, so Intella turned to fall in with them.
Suddenly the half-orc youngster looked about him and turned to view the others with horror and pain in his eyes. Then he bolted, crying out something in his native tongue as he ran. She was shocked and dismayed when she heard the thrumm of the bowstring and the sharp, solid impact of the arrow in the back of the youth, even over the noise he was making. The young orc's cry was cut immediately short as he fell heavily into the already-bloody earth.
Along with the others, Intella looked to the archer, and was surprised to see a look of near-innocence on the woman's face. Intella said nothing, for there was nothing to be said. She knew not the reason for the young orc's run, or why it would run after seeming to be willing to accompany the group. But Intella would give the archer woman credit for stopping a possible problem before brought more problems to bear. She fell in with the others as they headed south, stopping briefly at the tent where she left the wolfskin cloak. She placed the 4 beeswax candles in her waist sash, then folded the cloak quickly twice and rolled it into a (relatively) easily-carried bundle to take with her.
At the bridge, she went to retrieve Mossan, but the pony would not let her near while she was holding the wolf skin. Sighing, Intella placed the skin a short distance downstream from the bridge, then returned took the reins of the pony and led it across the bridge to follow the others.
Posted on 2008-09-09 at 02:09:13.
Edited on 2008-09-09 at 02:16:26 by Dwibius
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Looking outward ...
Intella's search of the tent she entered netted her two things of interest to her: a wolf-pelt cloak, and a few beeswax candles. these items she dropped outside the entrance to be picked up as they left, if possible. She knew she couldn't wear the cape, but one of the others miight be interested.
[OOC: That is, she'll be interested in the cloak if it seems to be well-made. If not, she'll leave it and take the candles only.]
As she heads back toward the others, she notices that they are congregating at the larger pavilion tent, so she alters her course to go to the northeastern "corner" of the goblin camp to watch for possible replacements or reinforcements from one of the other camps she knew to be in that general direction. She will stay there until the others head out, then will fall in with them quickly.
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 23:57:54.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Understandable ...
And no problem. I whole-heartedly agree.
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 21:40:11.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Intella the bloody
The drow woman looked briefly at she who saved Intella, and at Intella herself, stating simply, “We should check the orcs, and the tents in which the filthy creatures stayed. They may have something of value, or something to explain what’s leading them. But then we need to leave this place. More goblins or orcs could be on their way.”
Intella blinked, a bit taken aback, and hesitated before nodding acknowledgement in return to the dark elven female. How could they have known she was here? Did they know she was here?
Placing her sianham on the ground on either side of her, she shook her head and took the time to unwind a narrow sash wrapping one knee of her pantaloons to bind her leg wound. Then unwound another one from the other knee to bind he gash on her forehead. Her shoulder would have to wait, for now. Intella looked up at the warrior woman who had skewered the orc so forcefully, then spoke as she bound her wounds, grunting and wincing periodically, "May Yondalla bless you and yours for the aid you provided in protecting one of her -- ah! -- children! We will speak later, for I fear -- mmm! -- no harm from any of you. I intend to come with you but, --ahh'AH! -- for now, -- mmf! -- the dark one is right; speed is the essence of survival."
Picking up her siangham and making sure the sunrods were still in her siangham sheaths, she darted to the south to check the (southeastern) tent for occupants or useful items ...
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 21:29:11.
Edited on 2008-09-03 at 00:29:25 by Dwibius
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Yah. What she said ...
No offense meant, Sibelius E. O. ...
I figured for Intella to take more damage than she did, what with the orc/goblin/wolf trio she ran into. And who in any world would expect Weapon Finess/Focus from an orc? Or maybe her prayers to Yondalla siphoned off a little of your luck (?)
A wild start to what looks to be a very interesting game. What a crew! Way to go, people!
And, yes, that includes the DM ...
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 20:19:03.
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