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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: O_o
O_o Oh my.
Do we have any idea how many people are waiting for us in the camp? 'Cause if we don't then I think waiting another day for kobold reconnaissance would be necessary to avoid life-challenging situations and severe out-numbering. We could also use the time to set up traps at a distance around the camp if we want, or take out scouts/guards, if we think they might not be missed.
Posted on 2012-01-14 at 18:14:53.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: We cannot forget our first task
(Back-post)
Ortlieb was concerned, at first, that he had overstepped his boundaries, in offering his brothership. But Sylvia's hesitation seemed to resolve itself and she accepted with a shaking voice. Any doubts her quavering voice might have signified were completely banished as she gave him a bear hug, an unusual sight indeed, given the respective sizes of the participants.
The druid was less startled this time, as he had started to get used to Sylvia's abrupt, physical displays of emotion. He gently wrapped a brawny arm around her in a return hug, patting her softly on the back. "I am glad. And I hope you are feeling better." Ortlieb paused, knowing Sylvia might be resistant to returning to the fort so soon. But they did not know what awaited them on the dawn of a new day, and it would be best to know where everyone was for the night. "You probably do not want to return so quickly, but it will grow dark soon, and the trading post is safest with everyone together. Regardless of circumstances."
(And unless you want to continue this little tender moment (or post a short reaction or something), xD, I'm happy to end here, with the assumption they returned home safely.)
(Current)
The tracking of the escapees had gone well so far. Ortlieb believed they had made decent time, and might even be catching up, if the horses were going slow to accommodate the wounded. All signs pointed that the small party had entered the forest, and their own group followed.
They were not too long in the forest before a small, reptilian creature appeared before them. The druid could not but chide himself for being so negligent. He should have realized they were being tracked themselves. It was only good fortune that the small creature seemed to be alone, and friendly. As the creature, Achauk, spoke further, Ortlieb felt only slightly better, as it seemed the kobold was well versed in the ways of the wild, and knew well how to conceal itself and other surprises.
He surmised that the creature had been following them for some time, as it knew enough to know their names. Either that or it wasn't being as honest as it claimed. But Ortlieb was inclined to believe him, if only because he wasn't offering something for nothing, according to Sylvia's translation. In agreeing to his help, Achauk asked that they in turn help him free his fellows from this curse. The druid did not find anything particularly dissatisfying about the offer, but it needed to be made clear they had other responsibilities as well.
"I do not want to refuse, Achuak," Ortlieb took care to pronounce the name as well as he could, given his unfamiliarity with the unusual combination of sounds. "But it must be made clear - we do not only want to hunt down the three on horses you have seen. We have promised to help the Levetons with their problem, which means taking care of the camp as well." He spoke to the entire group as well now, "We cannot let the bandits retaliate, especially if we are not there to defend the trading post. I have no issue with helping Achuak with his problem in return for his services, but it must wait until the bandits, all of them, are firmly dealt with."
Posted on 2011-12-24 at 03:49:48.
Edited on 2011-12-24 at 03:51:33 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Facepalm
I can't believe both of you posted again while I was writing mine. *sigh* I really hope I won't have to revise it more than once.
EDIT: Ha, alright, that was easy - add one sentence to indicate Sylvia's translating. xD
Posted on 2011-12-24 at 03:43:26.
Edited on 2011-12-24 at 03:51:09 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Marching forth
I vote for forced march (unless we somehow happen to catch up with them before the 8 hours) simply because we won't have the movement penalty ('cause Ortlieb is good like that xD). And I think (so would Ortlieb) that 'twould be better if we made sure we caught up to them before they reached the camp, instead of just sorta hoping and guessing.
S'cool that Lloyd's a bastard. It's his character for one, and you are right, it provides some incentive to be off, rather than debating endlessly about how to approach the situation, which might have happened (again...) xD
(Also, I won't be posting until after 3 or 4 tomorrow probs, because of work (and I'm tired right now). No big deal, but if people are anxious to start chasing after people then we can probably just go ahead with my tracking them, if that's what people want (opposed to running in a general direction to cut them off)).
Posted on 2011-12-23 at 03:58:34.
Edited on 2011-12-23 at 04:02:48 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: To seek what treasures lie within.
(Back-post)
Syliva responded quietly, like a broken child. Ortlieb could not but help thinking of one time when he and Ramathu had freed the captive animals from a zoo-like travelling band. They poor creatures had barely enough will to run from their captors, so beaten were their spirits. Some small anger rose in the half-orc, who'd so often been treated as such an animal himself, but he reminded himself he was not an animal, and therefore had control over himself and his actions. And he would help this girl find the strength to overcome what had been done to her in the past.
"It is an honour to meet you, Fang," Ortlieb addressed the snake with dignity, offering a slight bow. "I am glad you have someone, as I have Ramathu, to help you in your journeys. So long as our paths remain connected, I would also offer my brotherhood." He spoke quietly, but firmly, wishing to make clear there was no doubt in his decision and intentions.
(Current)
Junn was impatient. Ortlieb could understand this, and felt the urge leave upon him as well, but he knew it would be foolish to rush headlong into things. And although a horse would help them catch up, it could only carry one person. The druid was also unsure if Claptrap was up to hard riding. Still, he nodded at Junn, "Gather what things you want, I don't know when we'll be back. But I am unsure if leaving the Levetons without a quick means of sending messages would be advisable."
He turned back to the table and the trunk that sat on it. "I also want to find out what's inside of this thing." He glanced briefly at Sylvia. "Ten." The half-orc hefted his club, swinging it strongly, and brought it to bear on the lock of the trunk.
Posted on 2011-12-22 at 17:29:33.
Edited on 2011-12-22 at 17:31:17 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Smashies?
(Back-post)
Ortlieb listened attentively as the elf related her reasons for her care-free attitude. Travelling with players was certain to have been a more peaceful way to encounter new places and people. Ortlieb had never himself encountered any performers of the type Aria spoke about, but in his mind he had an image of silly men making fun of pompous men. He could see how such a group of people would have had a relaxing effect on the woman.
The smile she gave him startled him less because of her tale. With a troupe of players, he supposed, you would get to encounter all sorts of oddities. Perhaps the lands of Brevoy really were as tolerant as they claimed. But Ortlieb would continue to keep his back up, and his skin thick. Trust must be earned and from what he had experienced of people, humans in particular, that trust must difficult to win, lest disaster strike.
He bent closer to the ground as his thoughts were caught by the signs that lay for his experienced eyes to see. (Survival check - take 10) Straightening he directed Aria to a more specific area of trees and began to follow Sylvia's tracks. "She went this way. It doesn't look like she tried to cover her tracks at all." The trail was easy enough to follow and the two soon found the distinctive blue-hair of their comrade.
Ortlieb approached slowly, but not trying to be silent. He assumed the sorceress had seen them approach, but he didn't wish to startle her if she hadn't. "Sylvia? Are you alright?"
((Did I do that right? The skill check thinger? o_o I have no clue and Sib had to go to work so I couldn't ask, but I still wanted to post.))
(Current)
Everyone seemed to be less than pleased with Lloyd's decision, although Ortlieb couldn't help but be a little relieved. Trying to keep their group together and functioning was something that would be much more easily accomplished without the abrasive and temperamental doctor.
While waiting for Sylvia to finish her interrogation, the half-orc went and fetched Lloyd's trunk. It was not particularly heavy and sounded like it contained various metallic things. It could be merely coins or, knowing Lloyd (or not knowing him at all), it could be any range of obscure tools or equipment the man had thought necessary to bring with him. Although, not, it seemed, important enough to take with him in his escape.
"Does anyone have experience with locks? It would be quicker to pick it than break it open, although that remains an option." The large half-orc fingered his club as he spoke.
He looked up as Sylvia came into hearing, yelling incomprehensibly. She eventually calmed down enough to switch to common, although Ortlieb really hadn't needed a translator to assume she'd been ranting about Lloyd and his eventual demise by her capable hands. Everyone listened quietly as Sylvia explained her views, fairly calmly, Ortlieb thought, considering. He found he did not disagree with them. Although he had no particular vengeance to settle against any of the three, other than Lloyd's betrayal, which the druid found not extremely distressing, the men had had a chance at fair trial and made their choice. Sylvia was right that they no longer had any useful information and he had no qualms about hunting down prey. It was the way of life.
"I agree with Sylvia. I will take no pleasure in their deaths, but unless they can be securely kept, unlikely with our traitor, I see no other option. A swift death might be more merciful than what awaits the two bandits, after their leader finds out they freely gave us information."
Posted on 2011-12-21 at 22:35:49.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: And they took the horses!
(Back-post)
Ortlieb walked alongside Aria as they left the fort behind. "Last time she ran off I found her by the trees. I would suggest looking by the forest first." He directed himself slightly more east, where the tree line could be seen.
As they walked Ortlieb considered the elf. She had maintained a fairly neutral attitude throughout their time at the post. Even during the argument over lunch on the first day, the woman had stated her position, but had not taken any particular emotional stance either way. Her whole demeanour seemed very lackadaisical. The druid wondered if it was because of some religious views she held. He'd heard of orders that had a 'take life as it comes' position; they often had very relaxed manners. Druids themselves, those other few he'd encountered in his travels, too, often were less eager to force their ways upon the world.
Curious if the elf had those tendencies, or if such people had influenced her, Ortlieb broke his accustomed silence. "I do not want to be intrusive, but most adventurers have a more...." Ortlieb tried to find a suitable word, "Directed sense of life. How is it that you are so very free of the common worries that infest the heads of civilized creatures?"
(Reralae - I just started us on the search, but if you have objections or stuff you wanted to add before, I can change it up.)
(Back to speed)
Ortlieb awoke quickly, as was his wont. Neither his body or his mind was inclined to let itself laze about, particularly when danger could be near, what had so often been the case in his life. Sleeping within a contained fort did not change his ingrained habits. But something was nudging his attention. The sun was too high. Lloyd had not awakened him for his shift on watch and the man was not in his bed.
It was possible the doctor had forgotten, but given his order-regulated demeanour, Ortlieb immediately rejected this possibility, and if something had attacked in the night they would not have slept until the morning. The only remaining solution did not sit well in the half-orc's mind. Rushing out into the yard and seeing nothing, Ortlieb ducked into the stables. A quick glance and he confirmed that only Claptrap, the Leveton's horse, remained of the animals they'd claimed from the bandits the day before.
The door to the storage shed was still locked when he checked, but that meant nothing when they were dealing with bandits and an adventurer with who-knew-what experience. The half-orc fetched Oleg from the main house, rousing the man from sleep. They unlocked the shed and found of the four prisoners, only two remained. Oleg's shouts of anger quickly roused the rest of the group and before long they could only assume that Lloyd thrown his lot in with the bandits, although Ortlieb noted that he'd left his trunk. Why two remained behind was a question that remained to be answered.
As Oleg and Sylvia questioned the prisoners, Ortlieb spoke to the others. "We cannot let Lloyd make it back to the camp. He has information about us that would eliminate almost any advantage we might have had against them. I suggest we leave immediately. They have the horses and will be moving quickly. It will be hard enough to catch up with them as it is, and I don't think these two present any danger to the Levetons in their current state." He gestured to the still injured bandits.
He was prepared to leave right then and there, but Ramathu knuckling towards him from the guest house reminded him about Lloyd's trunk. It would be unwise to rush into this without knowing more about their strange former companion. "I believe the doctor left his trunk behind, though. We should perhaps find out what is inside before leaving. We never really found out what 'skills' he has, and I don't want to run into this blindly."
Posted on 2011-12-20 at 22:43:36.
Edited on 2011-12-20 at 22:45:21 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Confirmations of stuff
Alright, thinking we need to be off immediately, 'cause if Lloyd reaches the camp, he has all that handy info about our group to give to the bandits. o_o
Also, I'm assuming Ortlieb and Aria went and got Sylvia alright. Can do some back-posting to that effect, since we evidently need to be on the current events.
(And I'm pretty sure Ortlieb can heal us up, I just need to check his spells. EDIT: I have cure light wounds. >.> That doesn't seem like enough, but unless someone else has healing abilities?)
Oh, and did the escapees take horses? Are we down to three plus Claptrap?
Posted on 2011-12-20 at 19:14:41.
Edited on 2011-12-20 at 20:03:46 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Two posts in one day? I feel so prolific. xD
Aria passed the collected papers to Ortlieb and he glanced through them, taking in the information about the location of the bandits' camp in particular. He passed them onto Sordin. "Indeed."
"Thank you. Extra eyes are always welcome." Ortlieb replied to Aria's offer, despite having survived by himself with Ramathu in the wilderness long before he came here. He was not particularly familiar with this type of terrain and it could not hurt to have a companion if he encountered something. He doubted Sylvia would object when they found her, as it was Lloyd that she was angry at.
"Ramathu will be fine remaining here. I don't think our new guests are in any mood to rebel, but you are right that his presence will help prevent any thought of it. We should head out quickly though. I do not know how far Sylvia may have run in her anger. And it would be better to be back here before nightfall."
Posted on 2011-12-19 at 23:09:15.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Understandable
True, true. I can see that druids, or at least Ortlieb, can more easily reconcile different opinions because of the order of nature, etc.
I can also see it happening without the official designation, although I'm sure Lloyd would be more satisfied if someone was chosen, if only so he can have someone specific to rage at when things don't go like he hoped. xD
Posted on 2011-12-19 at 19:27:23.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Oh dear, not again.
(Bit of back post to fit everything in)
Ortlieb was relieved his powers had done some good in preventing the fire from spreading, and although he could still hear Claptrap whinnying in a bit of a panic, he saw Oleg rush to the stables to deal with it and the remains of the fire. As he looked around him he saw that the fight was mostly over. The bandits had been subdued, extremely effectively in terms of heavy wounds in some cases. He could not blame Ramathu for being so violent. When given free-reign the young ape would often draw upon the anger and pain that humans had brought to him and his family early in his life. As often as people could not reconcile their emotions with current situations, Ramathu was no different and reverted to physical communication of that rage only because his voice was not capable of such articulation.
Ortlieb went to his companion and made sure he was uninjured. Merely excited from the fight, Ramathu was calmed with a little difficulty and led to sit off to the side. Ortlieb did not think it was a good idea for the gorilla to accompany him while he helped to attend to the wounded. The smell of human blood might only rouse him again, and left to his own devices, Ramathu presented no danger to himself or others.
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Having watched over the bandits and their injuries, Ortlieb now waited, Ramathu not far away, while Sylvia conducted her interrogations. She'd seemed extremely pleased to perform the service and the half-orc wondered if it was more than just helpfulness. Regardless, the prisoners came out in the same shape they went in, so he knew the woman was keeping her temper in check if the bandits became less than cooperative. Not that seemed inclined to be after the fight. Mostly they sat or laid down, moaning quietly over their wounds.
Sylvia exited the room finally, shuffling through a stack of papers. She hadn't gotten very far when Lloyd strode up and began to scream at her. Ortlieb's eyes widened in surprise. He knew Lloyd wasn't a pleasant individual, and the druid had noticed his almost constant grumbling when treating the wounds of the bandits, but he hadn't thought the man would be so forthright with his anger. As the tirade seemed to taper off a little, Ortlieb was again surprised as the man turned on him. He was fully prepared to calmly accept the irrational frustration that would be directed at him because of his heritage, and therefore was utterly thrown off his guard when Lloyd's words were probably the closest to a compliment the man could get. Ortlieb was further astonished by the token humility that Lloyd considered the "orc of the wilds" a better choice than himself as leader. It seemed the human could moderate his opinions and feelings when he felt it necessary. Ortlieb only wished the doctor thought it was necessary when speaking to Sylvia.
He winced as the argument erupted. People were so difficult. They could never let things lie. It was true that animals also had vicious fights, but after something had been settled, that was it. Things were not dredged up from the past to make the current issue worse. And they always knew what the issue at hand was. There was never misunderstandings due to communication. He sighed quietly to himself as Sylvia ran off, leaving the fort. He could understand her reasons, and obviously she had had horrible experiences with similar treatment, but if she had not misinterpreted Lloyd's words, perhaps her reaction might not have been quite as explosive. As it was, her actions only made Lloyd's next warning seem more reasonable, despite its inaccuracy. Sylvia had shown herself to be more than capable, if a bit intense in her actions.
He kept his silence as both Aria and Sordin spoke their parts. While he did not particularly agree with Aria, he understood that because of her attitude she would rarely present difficulties with other members of the group. Sordin presented a more similar view to his own. It was often that a group of like creatures (if their group could be considered such) selected a leader, if only to provide order for the rest. Amongst those of the wild it was usually decided by strength, and although Ortlieb believed he might be the physically strongest, he did not consider himself to be the most powerful of their group.
"I agree that we will need a leader, if we continue to travel together. If only for those situations where someone needs to make a quick decision that everyone will respect. But I do not like your suggestion. I am not a leader and do not want to take that responsibility. I am not suited in any definition of it, by neither the ways of the wild nor by the wilds of civilization." No, Ortlieb thought, he was most definitely not suited to deceptive and tortuous ways of cities and those that inhabited them.
"I will go look for Sylvia though, if you have nothing more to add. I am not sure she will speak to anyone else in her current state." Ortlieb then waited to see if there was further discussion.
Posted on 2011-12-19 at 19:17:19.
Edited on 2011-12-19 at 19:20:41 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: o_o
Well now....stuff happening. Lots of stuff.
Sooo, Ortlieb is would probably suggest going after the bandits first, particularly once he finds out that Happs thinks Kressle will put her back up quickly/attack us. But he'll also feel the need to go find Sylvia and sort things out with her, since they seem to share a common bond.
Also, as to the leadership suggestions: Ortlieb understands and probably agrees with the need of an unofficial leader anyway, or at least someone who everyone will listen to in a tight spot. He will be less enthused about being that leader, but he might be persuaded with difficulty or simply by necessity, if the group is breaking down and he's the only one people are going to listen to. (Though I don't really know why...o_o).
Posted on 2011-12-19 at 17:38:13.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Shiny RP becomes shinier
Sweet. I...may join...>.>
Do you have any other people interested that you know of yet?
Posted on 2011-12-05 at 04:46:04.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Shiny new RPs are dangerous to exam marks
I have questions regarding the above. Not that I should be asking, because I have finals to study for, but nevertheless - is your RP thing a simpler version of this? Or is it more like a regular RP? In other words, would I have to calculate DEX,STR,CMD,BAB,etc.(insert other confounding acronyms)?
Posted on 2011-12-04 at 22:25:00.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: More back-posting
(Back Post)
Ortlieb was taken-aback. Everyone knew of orcs, if only as stories and not fact because they'd never seen one. But stories abounded with all the gruesome details never left out. Half-orcs were not the most common, but the possibility still existed. That this young woman had never before encountered any such creatures in pursuing an adventuring lifestyle seemed incredible. Perhaps she'd not being doing this long.
A quiet snort could not be stopped when Sylvia asked if he'd been treated badly because of his heritage. The poor girl really didn't know about orcs, nor, apparently, about their reputation. But he held his tongue as she recounted a brief tale of her own unusual background. It seemed she was a sorcerer of some type. Ortlieb had some small knowledge of their kind. His mentor, who'd taught him the ways of the druids, had from time to time mentioned other users of magic and how they and their methods differed from the druidic. Sylvia's cerulean hair and fangs made more sense when combined with the magical blood of a sorcerous line.
He understood her anger through, as raw as it was in her voice. Ortlieb had not known his father had no particular desire to, but the lack of a family was something he regretted. His mentor had long since passed and Ramathu was all that remained. He'd believed he'd grown into a sort of acceptance of his lot in life, thanks to his teacher, who'd regarded him as a person and not an abnormality. If doing so created order in the world, a more balanced nature in a person, Ortlieb believed it was something he should further. He would do the same.
"I do not think less of someone because of their origins. I have met with such hatred too many times myself and would not force it on others. You are not a freak, but merely a variation on one of Nature's many forms." He paused to gather his thoughts and looked kindly upon the small woman standing before him. "I thank you for your honesty and your honour. I would be glad to be defended by you." Ortlieb could not help but be reminded of the beginning of their conversation, when he had lowered himself to her and been raised as an equal. He did the same now, clasping her hands between his, enveloping them.
"It is getting late. It might be a good idea if we returned to the fort now, if you are feeling calmer," he spoke, referring both to her earlier upset at the discussion, as well as her evident discomfort from their current topic.
Posted on 2011-11-29 at 06:07:59.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Restful
Yeah, I'm surprised too, although pleasantly, since school's been disgusting lately. I'm gonna try and get a back post up for Zeakol later tonight, if I'm not too tired.
EDIT: I realize this did not happen. I will attempt again tonight.
Posted on 2011-11-28 at 02:32:09.
Edited on 2011-11-29 at 01:30:45 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Two extremes of the spectrum here.
(Back post)
Ortlieb had been expecting perhaps a bit of coldness on the part of Sylvia, if not outright disdain. He had not been expecting physical contact whatsoever, as most preferred to maintain a fair distance from him, but a kiss... He'd started slightly as he realized what she was doing, lifting him from his posture with delicate fingers. Surprised by even that much, he was completely taken aback when he saw her stretch up and felt the soft pressure of her lips upon his face.
He was so astonished that he didn't hear the first she said after that, but he took control of himself again to hear her questions regarding Ramathu. She stated the obvious in recognizing him as different, but it was perhaps better acknowledged than avoided.
He cleared his throat, so as not to embarrass himself with a shaking voice and replied: "We were both a little rough-mannered, then. It is forgotten. My companion is called Ramathu. He is a young ape, a gorilla, from the Mwangi jungles. He is like my brother and we have journeyed far together. You can meet him when we return if you want. He likes to meet new people." Ortlieb paused as his mind came to her next question. He was accustomed to people asking what Ramathu was, but they rarely bothered to inquire after him, except perhaps in attempts to distinguish how much disgust they should be expressing.
"I am a half-orc," he said simply. The word itself contained enough associations that he felt he did not need to explain further. His curiosity was aroused, however, and given they were exchanging information he dared himself to ask, "You are not so usual either. May I ask how you have such brightly coloured hair?"
(Present time)
Ortlieb, standing ready before the man that Ramathu had attacked, heard the sharp shatter of glass and smelled both the chemicals released and the quick aggressive scent that arises from flames and straw when placed together. Swiftly came after the scream of Sylvia, whom he knew had been hidden in the stables. Concern for both the woman and the horse housed in the structure rose in him and directed his actions. Letting Ramathu continue to barrage the bandit, Ortlieb turned his attention. The fire could not be allowed to spread, not with the poor creature trapped inside, and not with the bandits trying to escape. He only hoped he could do enough.
He ran for the stables, drawing his concentration together upon the building as he feet pounded on the dirt. He felt the ground strong beneath him and even in these lands, dryer than the jungles he grew up in, he could feel the moisture pervading the earth. Using it to help draw up the spell he needed, Ortlieb stopped by the door of the stables, seeing the beginnings of the flames starting to spread. Intoning the words with a voice deep with both power and anger, Ortlieb drew forth a surge of water and directed it toward the source of danger.
Posted on 2011-11-23 at 06:29:01.
Edited on 2011-11-23 at 06:29:18 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Alchemical?
Yeah, I'll have to think about that then.
Thanks for the info about the italics.
Regarding the fight, this is presumably a question for Sib - Does alchemical fire count as regular fire, or would it be considered magical?
(Also, does running closer to something count as an action in and of itself? As in, would use up my "turn" so to speak?)
Posted on 2011-11-22 at 17:27:18.
Edited on 2011-11-22 at 17:31:19 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: I feel like an incomplete FAQ with so many questions. o_o
Kay, I need an honest answer(s) - Does Ortlieb's speech seem off? I originally tried to tone it down, because he's a half-orc and and all, but he just seems to want to talk like a rigidly polite butler or something. Does this seem disparate given his character? Or does it fit with how I've described/played him so far?
Also, unrelated, is it possible to do italics and such in posts? I vaguely recall someone using them, but standard "[i][/i]" code did not work, which is the only way I have any clue how to do it. >.>
Posted on 2011-11-22 at 04:53:10.
Edited on 2011-11-22 at 04:56:51 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Playing with dirt - what else would a druid do?
(Back-posting)
Ortlieb scuffed his feet in the dirt along the road, feeling the ground connect to him. Although it was nothing like the soft yielding loam of jungle that he was used to, he felt it to be sturdy beneath him, a solid platform upon which to build something. He ground his bare foot into the packed earth, enjoying the pressure beneath it. He felt it could support him as a giant could support a gnat, so easily that it was unthinkable that anything could disrupt the solidarity under him.
Ortlieb looked up from his lower appendages when he sensed a movement. Quickly he ascertained it was Sylvia by the cerulean bob of her head. She seemed to be lost in thought while slowly winding her way back to the main road. Ortlieb moved out to meet her and heard her softly humming. He almost hesitated, not wishing to disturb her when she was obviously enjoying her time alone in the peace of undisturbed nature. His brain steered him rationally though, and he realized it would be ridiculous to leave her alone since they were obviously in sight of each other now. It might even be regarded as intentional avoidance if he turned around, an idea that was opposite to Ortlieb's original intention. Instead he straightened himself from his uncertain slouch and called out:
"Sylvia, you said?" He came to a distance from which he would not have to shout. "I, I wish to tell you I'm sorry." The half-orc lowered his body in a gesture of mild contriteness. "I didn't mean to ignore you at the inn. I just wanted to hear the discussion regarding the bandits. That does not excuse my actions and I hope you won't let it darken your thoughts of me." His apology attempted, Ortlieb concluded with the fulfillment of his neglected duties. "I am Ortlieb Vrinak. I am gratified to meet with such friendliness as you showed me."
Posted on 2011-11-22 at 04:45:09.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Terribly sorry
Kay, I'm sorry for having to hold you guys up, but I won't be able to post at all until at least Mon, as I have work and a midterm to study for. School is just so annoying. xp
Posted on 2011-11-20 at 01:53:00.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Trying to sum up
Ortlieb listened attentively as the Levetons explained further what their situation was. It seemed promising that the bandits had become fewer in number, although that meant there would be more waiting somewhere for the goods to be brought back. He drifted into thought, trying to apply what he knew of human actions and of nature in general to the possibilities that could arise.
He was slightly roused when the blue-haired woman, Sylvia, appeared beside him, tapping him on the shoulder so lightly he barely felt it through his toughened hide. She asked to be brought up to speed on what she'd missed while searching out Junn, the male elf and offered her hand and an introduction. Ortlieb was unused to such open candour and friendliness from others, and so hesitated before starting to reply. However, the paladin's voice cut over the table, addressing Oleg, and the half-orc held his voice. He did not wish to miss anything that people offered as suggestions if he were to make his own and not merely repeat other views.
The discussion arose quickly and heatedly all-around. No one seemed to agree on anything. And he'd waited too long to respond to Sylvia. She'd become involved in the overhanging discussion and stormed out after revealing her needle-like fangs. It had surprised him a little, although the constant reminder of her hair made it easy to accept other oddities of her appearance. Nature held many surprises, although everything remained connected, and Ortlieb would not be surprised to find out that her serpent fangs secreted a toxin. Regardless of her revealed animalistic nature, and perhaps even more because of the slight kinship he felt due to it, Ortlieb was disappointed in himself for not addressing her sooner. He would have to go out and apologize, but perhaps he could help solidify a solution to their problem first.
He rose to command the attention of the verbal combatants. "I understand we all have conflicting views due to the various paths our lives have taken, however the Levetons' problem is here and now and we have taken it for our own. As I have heard from your discussion the options seem to be two: either allowing the bandits their spoils and following them back to their camp, hopefully without them realizing it, and deal with them once we have their location, OR, capturing the bandits within the fort and forcing information out of them.
I myself prefer the first possibility, and believe I would be able to track the bandits well enough to stay back without their catching on. However, seeing as the majority of us present, including the Levetons themselves, seem to favour the ambush, I am willing to compromise. We will get nowhere without cooperation and in everything there is pull and push, give and take. In that light, I suggest we attempt the ambush. If it succeeds we may gain more detailed information than from simple observation of their camp, as well as potential leverage with their second-in-command in our grasp. Methods of gaining information can be discussed after we actually have the bandits." Ortlieb paused here and looked in turn at each of the others to impress this point upon them.
"If they refuse to give up their fellows or cannot be restrained without their deaths, there will still remain the possibility of my tracking their way back to the main camp." He was here trying to placate the paladin's reservations on the validity of the ambush plan. "Either way, we should have a few hours before the main group becomes aware something is wrong." He stopped, his voice hoarse not because he had raised his voice or spoken with particular passion, but because he was unused to speaking so many words at once. He'd never really lived around a community that required voiced language before and his tongue felt dry and thick in his mouth. But he could not just leave and go apologize to Sylvia without saying anything more. He tried to clear his throat and spoke more softly.
"I'm going to try and find Sylvia. If you don't agree, then try to figure something out between yourselves so that we can at least do something before the thieves arrive. If you create a plan that involves any of the parts already mentioned, I will accept it and attempt to convince Sylvia as well." He nodded acknowledgement to the group members and thanks for the meal to the Levetons before exiting the building.
Looking around the fort briefly, Ortlieb left the fort. He did not think the blue-haired would have gone far, knowing they had to agree on something before the bandits got there. It was not quite yet nightfall (I'm assuming here o_o) and he wandered a little ways down the road.
Posted on 2011-11-18 at 02:54:45.
Edited on 2011-11-18 at 02:55:34 by Karcitis
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: O_O
Omg, post explosion happened the one or two days I didn't check the site. I'm sorry if people are waiting on me, I'll try to catch up on reading and replying tonight, but I have a test tomorrow too, so we'll see how confident I am of that.
Posted on 2011-11-18 at 01:08:39.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Wunderbar!
Yay, okay, I will use names and professions in future. It will make things much easier and open up room for more description without being redundant. =D
Posted on 2011-11-13 at 16:14:47.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Actual Question
Hey, it's a question for the Q&A, look at that. Ummm, so, in only three posts it's already started to annoy me that I can't refer to other characters by their names. Can we assume they introduced themselves to each other on the ride out, or should the precedent of Junn and Sylvia be followed (introducing within posts) and hopefully have introductions all around soon?
Posted on 2011-11-12 at 06:02:02.
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