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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject: Friend or Foe?
We don't know what this group travelling down the road consists of. A group of friendly travellers, or maybe even travelling bards and minstrels (they were singing, after all). Or, on a more sinister note, they could be dark soldiers, remnants of the Horned One's army. So we need to proceed cautiously.
I propose we stick together-safety in numbers-and let them approach, trying to stay on the smoothest ground we can find (Nomad said that the ground was strewn with rocks, bushes and slopes and it gets worse further on). So stay near the building.
To answer your question, Nomad, Thaöran is near the entrance to the building, practically in the opening. Being an elf, he doesn't do well inside stone structures like dwarves and humans do. He prefers being outside with nature.
Posted on 2020-08-16 at 16:44:26.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject:
Are johnny cabs a type of taxi?
Posted on 2020-08-16 at 16:27:38.
Edited on 2020-08-16 at 16:28:16 by dragon-soul92
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: @CameToPlay
Thanks! It was a fun collab! I can see Guardian and Cypher becoming friends (hopefully). 
Posted on 2020-08-15 at 07:15:49.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge
Subject: A Random Thought...
Thäoran was listening closely to what the Sheriff had to say about the mysterious missing wagon and a random though flashed into his mind. At first, he dismissed it as ridiculous and almost let it go unmentioned, but then he reasoned 'no harm in suggesting, I suppose.'
So, he spoke up:
'If I may interrupt? I hope this doesn't come across as folly, but I have just had a thought. If there is no trace of the wagon on the road-neither hoof prints or wagon wheel tracks-then could there be any underground passageways? Any tunnels and such? The wagon could not have just vanished so if it didn't travel on the surface, then the only other place I can think of is that it went underground. Unless the horse pulling the wagon sprouted wings and flew.' He added with a small chuckle.
Posted on 2020-08-10 at 08:00:58.
Edited on 2020-08-10 at 08:02:45 by dragon-soul92
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject:
Hope you can rejoin us in the future, Mischief!
So who agrees with checking out the buildings?
Posted on 2020-08-10 at 07:47:49.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject:
Oh, and I vote for examining those stone buildings alongside the river. They may look abandoned from a distance, but could be perfect temporary shelters for travelling goblins to take refuge. I think it's worth checking them out. Never know what you might find.
Posted on 2020-08-08 at 06:34:38.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject:
Thäoran has nightvision because he's an elf, so he can take the watch after Dok, if that's okay with everyone?
Posted on 2020-08-08 at 06:30:34.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Reunion With an Old Friend and Meeting Some New Ones, Too
David, more commonly known as Guardian, emitted a small sigh as the guy sitting next to him on the bus was taking up far more room than necessary and Guardian was resigned to being sandwiched between the large man and window next to him. He may have been willing to take public transport to meet his old friend Blossom and the new girl Cipher, but that didn't mean he had to like it. It was just faster, that's all. Still, an exciting and potentially rewarding opportunity lay before him so he was willing to endure a minor annoyance until he arrived at his destination. It would be worth it, he was sure. He gazed out of the window, but wasn't looking at anything in particular, his mind swimming with all the possibilities that could be awaiting him on this new venture.
I hope my medical skills can be put to good use, he thought. That's all I want to do. Save people, the way my parents did before...
His mind trailed off as he unwillingly cast it back to that fateful day when he was just a boy and he received the devastating news that would shape the rest of his life. He exhaled another small sigh and pulled out his headphones, putting on Megadeth's Countdown to Extinction album to pass the time.
Eventually, his stop approached and he rose, preparing to disembark. Luckily, his beefy travel partner had gotten off a couple of stops earlier so he didn't have to awkwardly force himself between the guy's legs and the chair in front. Guardian stepped off the bus, inhaling deeply and welcoming the cool air on his face after the thick, stuffy atmostphere of the rather cramped bus. Around him came the excited and cheerful chatter of people making their way to Desnai Amusement Park and a small, nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of Guardian's lips as he remembered fondly the days when his parents used to take him to the amusement park in the school holidays or sometimes on weekends. He would wonder around eating copious amounts of sugar (more than what his mother approved of, but his father always grinned and argued 'let the kid have his fun. He won't be a kid forever') and his dad won him prizes on the carnival games. He still had the large stuffed tiger in his bedroom at home with a chewed ear after his childhood dog, Buddy, had snatched it from his room.
Pulling himself from the tide of memories that always seemed to flood his mind whenever he was in this part of the city, Guardian pulled out his agent and looked at the screen, confirming the location of where to meet his associate. He eventually found Cipher and his first impression of her was how pretty she was. Well, Blossom had always been that way (he'd had a secret crush on her since he'd first met her, but he'd never taken it any further than that and to this day he didn't know if his feelings were reciprocated), but Cipher was at least equal to Blossom's beauty.
He said to Cipher:
'I'm David Olsen, but you can call me Guardian. I'm your new medtech. But you probably know that already.' He broke off with a somewhat sheepish chuckle. 'So, you must be Cipher? What is it you do? What do you like? Maybe we can find something in common?' He grinned and winked.
Posted on 2020-08-07 at 14:30:48.
Edited on 2020-08-07 at 18:18:39 by dragon-soul92
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Guardian is Here!
Thanks to Brom (cheers, mate!) for helping me with Guardian. he is now ready to fix all your bumps and scrapes (and those more severe ouchies lol)!
Looking forward to gaming with you guys!
How do I introduce him to the group in game?
Posted on 2020-08-02 at 23:16:31.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge
Subject: A Question or Two For Erhardt
((OOC: Sorry that I'm late posting questions, Nomad!))
Thäoran listened intently as the sheriff relayed news that didn't sound too encouraging. The elf's mind was a blur as thoughts and suspicions chased each other around, unwilling to give Thäoran a moment's peace until he solved this mystery and discovered what had befallen his father.
The description of the caravan raid and how those who had been taken had just seemingly vanished into thin air like their kidnappers, leaving little to no evidence as to where they had gone, was suspiciously reminiscent of how the elf's father was taken that Thäoran couldn't dismiss the possibility of there being some kind of connection between his father's abduction and the disappearance of the merchants. With this in mind, the elf cleared his throat a little before speaking up.
'Sheriff Erhardt, could you please spare another moment of your time?' Thäoran bowed his head politely. 'I know you must be extremely busy and I am very grateful for all the time you have already given us.' ((OOC: I'm assuming Erhardt agrees to answer Thäoran's questions)). 'Much obliged, my friend,' the elf smiled, inclining his head again. 'The way you described what had occured at the caravan raid is very similar, if not the same, as how my father disappeared while he was with a troop of fellow elven knights slaying the goblins around our lands. He too was taken and try as they might, the other soldiers could find nary a trace of him. Nothing, that is, except his sword,' here, Thäoran placed a slender hand gently upon the sheath of his father's falchion that hung from Thäoran's waist. 'You said that the twins that were taken were just your normal everyday farmers, young, strong and hardy boys. I wonder if they were taken as slaves? They seemed to be no strangers to hard work and would therefore be perfect candidates to be taken and enslaved by the enemy to work for them. Though for what purpose, I know not. Have you, perchance, heard tell of any whisperings of an elf other than I around these parts? Any sightings or evidence at all of a male elf with long silver-blonde hair?'
Thäoran held his pent up breath as a spark of hope kindled his weary heart.
Posted on 2020-07-31 at 16:29:24.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject: @Nomad
The site of the caravan raid sounds very similar to the site where Thäoran's father was taken. In both cases, the people who were kidnapped were just gone with no clear evidence just like Thäoran's father. Could there be a connection?
Posted on 2020-07-31 at 16:01:14.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject: Thäoran agrees with...
Dok's decision to go back to Botkinberg to report, get some rest, then set off for our next destination the following day. It's not a good idea to set off on foot late in the day as night time isn't far off and travelling in the dark on foot can be dangerous, especially with the goblins lurking about. Goblins have good night vision because they spend so much time in the dark so their eyes have adapted so encountering one at night may prove to be our disadvantage.
Posted on 2020-07-27 at 06:57:42.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject: @Nimu
Thäoran has mage hand, too.
Posted on 2020-07-27 at 06:52:32.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject: No Unwelcome Surprises...
Thäoran has the Mage Hand spell, so he can be the one to open any chests and doors from a distance to avoid any potentially nasty surprises.
Better safe than sorry!
Posted on 2020-07-22 at 18:24:55.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject: If You Go Down To The Woods Today...
Yep, let's head into the woods to locate the missing twins. Thäoran hopes to find clues as to what happened to his father and where he might be.
Posted on 2020-07-20 at 07:21:47.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: @Espatier
Thank you, Espatier!
Looking forward to joining this campaign if Brom will have me.
I'd rather wait until he gives me the go ahead before I do anything though haha.
Posted on 2020-07-10 at 13:22:47.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge
Subject: A New Friend and Ally
As the news, or rather lack thereof, fell on the elf's ears that there had been no hint of his father around Botkinburg, the earlier feeling of dispair once again cast a shadow over Thäoran's distraught heart. A hint of discouragement also crept into his soul that he would never locate his father, but, with an effort, he cast the negative feeling aside, lest it completely conquer him and put an end to his quest.
Nay, he thought, willing himself not to fall under the weight of grief. I must press on, no matter how dire things become. Father never gave in when things seemed grim, and neither will I.
Squaring his slender shoulders, he politely thanked the barkeep for his time and made his way outside to rest under the stars.
[TIME SKIP]
The gruff voice of the stout dwarf cut through the calm evening air as he replied enthusiatically to Thäoran's enquirey.
'Friend Thor!' Dok beamed, mashing the elf's name with his thick, Dwarvish accent which Thäoran found somewhat amusing.
I wonder if I greatly mispronounce words when I speak in the dwarven tongue? I might sound comical to them, too. A small smile tugged at his thin, sculptured lips as he thought this.
Upon receiving the invitation to join Dok by his side, Thäoran settled on the grass next to his companion. There, elf and dwarf communed, with Dok informing Thäoran what he had learned while seeking any information that may aid them on their quest. The disappearance of the twins sounded earily (apologies for my bad spelling haha!) familiar to the manner in which his father was abducted. No sign of struggle, just...gone. Could the disappearance of his father and the twins have any connection? Perhaps he would discover this if and when they located the twins. To do so, it seemed they would have to venture into the nearby woods, which emboldened the elf. He had been born and raised surrounded by trees and foliage and felt his familiarity with nature may assist them with spotting any clues that may help them.
The dwarf then proceeded to reveal to the elf his tragic past. A past that involved the poor dwarven child losing both his parents, thereby orphaning him. Thäoran hoped that he, too, would not end the same way and that his father, wherever he was, was still alive. Dok told the elf that he was a Priest of the Helm of Light, and was an experienced healer ((sorry if I got this wrong!)).
That is reassuring, Thäoran thought with a mental nod. One skilled in the art of healing is always a welcome companion on the road.
When Dok reached the prophecy which the elder Dok had recounted to the younger Dok, Thäoran's pointed elf ears pricked up slightly as he became ever more attentive.
Interesting..., he pondered, I do not know wether I believe in such fortellings, but it would be folly of me to dismiss them without care. I do not know all thr ways of the world so I cannot cast something aside as silly merely because I do not understand it. And if this prophecy helps us to become stronger and closer allies and friends, then I welcome it.
When the dwarf had completed his tale of woe, Thäoran finally spoke, sounding his words with care and delicacy as he was communicating in a tongue that was not his own. His mind flashed back to his earlier thought about him sounding amusing to the dwarf the same way Dok sounded amusing to him.
'I am deeply sorrowful for your loss,' the elf consoled him, the words he uttered rather slow and a little clumsy (for which he silently berated himself for. Perhaps Dok could help to strengthen his Dwarvish? If so, Thäoran would respond in kind, teaching him more of his elvish tongue). 'I hope that one day, we can avenge the deaths of your parents.
When Dok enquired as to why Thäoran had embarked upon this quest and what troubles ailed him, the elf's weary mind was instantly cast back to everything that had befallen him.
Again, he said his words slowly, but this time it was not soley because he wasn't very familiar with the language in which he spoke. He was attempting to gather his scattered thoughts and build them into a cohesive whole.
'My mother,' he started, frowning a little, 'was tasked with serving the house of a noble elf family in another elven town. We do keep in touch via hawk mail ((OOC: similar to carrier pigeon)), but we have not for some time. I can only pray that she is safe and well. My father raised me on his own, and with his wise and fair guidance, he instructed me in the ways of honor, of justice and of equality. He also bade me to assist those that could not help themselves and he inspired me to become a soldier in the elven army. Under the watchful and experienced eye of both my commander and my father, my skill with the bow and blade increased and so did my station. I rose through the ranks until I became an officer.
'Then, one fateful day, tragedy struck. The Commander of the group of soldiers my father was with on his mission informed me that my father had vanished. The Commander said he and the rest of the soldiers had searched the area thoroughly, but no trace of him was to be found. Nothing, except this.' Here, Thäoran unsheathed his father's slender blade, the rapier that had been by his father's side until the day he disappeared. Thäoran caressed the sword as he would a newborn baby, his eyes fixed on the gleaming elf-steel becoming misty, his throat tightening. 'That is why I have undertaken this quest,' he informed the dwarf, 'in the hopes of finally rescuing and being reunited with my father, or, if the unthinkable happens, deliver swift justice on those responsible for his demise.' The elf blinked his sapphire cat-like eyes a few times in rapid succession in order to clear his blurry vision before casting his gaze up at Dok. 'That is why I understand how you must be feeling having lost both your parents, but with you having lost both I think your grief could be even more profound than mine.' He replaced the precious blade back in is elaborate sheath then gently placed a slender hand on the dwarf's thickly muscled shoulder. 'And that is why I will assist as well as I can with your quest for justice, if that is what you seek. And if you will permit me in aiding you on this journey.' The elf smiled warmly, albeit a little sadly, at his companion.
Posted on 2020-07-10 at 13:09:11.
Edited on 2020-07-10 at 13:19:21 by dragon-soul92
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject: A Question of Gods
Nomad, do the elves in your world have gods? Or can I make some up? Thought I'd ask before I respond to Hammer.
Posted on 2020-07-09 at 17:55:44.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Hey!
Hey all!
I was invited to join this campaign by Tann (thanks for the invite, mate!). I hope there's a spot still open if you'll have me. I'm happy to play as whatever you need.
Hope to hear from you soon.
Edit: Tann said that you need a medtech?
Posted on 2020-07-09 at 09:29:48.
Edited on 2020-07-09 at 09:31:31 by dragon-soul92
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject:
I wonder what a hellhound puppy looks like?
I'm curious now haha.
Posted on 2020-07-08 at 20:12:28.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject: And It Appears!
Nevermind, I can see it now! It's on the list!
Posted on 2020-07-08 at 19:50:41.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject: Can't See It, Nomad
Yeah, Blscktooth Ridge isn't showing up on the 'Latest Updated' list on my Inn, either. Weird. Maybe talk to Olan?
Posted on 2020-07-08 at 19:49:08.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject: @Hammer
Oops!
I overlooked the potential language barrier that could arise from elf and dwarf! Haha. Glad that Dok can speak elvish. I do have the spell 'Comprehend Languages' though, so Thäoran can understand any language spoken to him (think that's what it does). But looks like I don't need it with Dok.
And Thäoran will ask about Dok's past as well and ask why he is on this quest (if there is a personal reason).
Looking forward to Thäoran and Dok interacting.
Posted on 2020-07-06 at 16:27:18.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge Q&A
Subject: @Hammer
Thank you.
I've decided to make Thäoran interact with Dok in my opening post, if that's alright.
Posted on 2020-07-06 at 15:02:42.
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Topic: Blacktooth Ridge
Subject: I'm Coming, Father...
Thäoran narrowed his sapphire catlike eyes against the sparse rays of sun that succeeded in filtering their way through the forests' thick and dense canopy. The elf knew that he must focus on the task at hand and be on constant alert for any potential danger that may threaten those he had been hired to protect, but he could not stop his troubled mind from wandering despite any attempts to rein it in.
Father...what has become of you? Where are you now? And what is the meaning of your abrupt disappearance? How do I find you?
He swallowed hard, trying in vain to dispel the lump that had become wedged in his throat as the concern for his father's fate smothered his thoughts like a thick, shadowy blanket that threatened to snuff out all hope of ever being reunited with his father. The elf inhaled sharply and shook his head slightly, casting his gaze to left side of him at the caravan of humans ((OOC: are they all humans?)) that he was tasked with guarding in an attempt to distract himself from his current turmoil.
The humans appeared to be a friendly lot, but Thäoran was still not at ease around them. True, he had encountered their kind before on the various quests his king and commander had sent him on, but there was still something about humans that caused him to fail to be completely comfortable around them. And distrust them. Perhaps it was because of all the tales he had heard being recountered by his fellow elves of men being easily manipulated and corrupted, especially if gold was the prize. Thäoran shook his head slightly again. Maybe he was just being cynical and perhaps humans were not as weak minded as he was lead to believe. Still, it was best to be wary and cautious, lest his lack of awareness cause his untimely demise at those he thought were his allies.
His mind was drifting again. Always a problem of his ever since he were a boy though he had gotten better at keeping his wandering thoughts in check over the years but he was well aware that much more practice was required until he was fully the master of his mind.
Thankfully, his ponderings were brought to an abrupt halt as cherrful shouts of 'Botkinberg!' filled the evening air. The elf straightened his slender frame and walked on the balls of his feet in order to try and get a glimpse of the town from where he was. As their destination crested the hill, he immediately started to study the settlement. It was an earthy place situated next to the gently flowing Hruesen River and surrounded to grassy hills, the tallest one dominated by a keep where Lord Botkin resided, ruling over his people.
As they entered the town proper, Thäoran constantly flicked his sharp eyes from side to side, alert for any dangers that may befall him or his companions. He had always been the cautious sort, which his father approved of as it helped keep his son out of trouble. No threats appeared to be forthcoming, so he allowed his narrow shoulders to relax a little. The caravan lead them to a squat two-storey tavern that also served as an inn that offered them better fare than they had had on the road. As uneasy as was to have to be in a human town for a prolonged stay, he was nevertheless grateful to rest his weary limbs and partake in what was sure to be better food than that he had consumed on the road.
The interior of the tavern appeared rather homey and inviting, although Thäoran disliked the somewhat scruitinizing looks the other patrons directed his way. He frowned slightly in response to their curious gazes, but thankfully and to his relief, the eyes were quickly cast elsewhere as the other customers resumed what they were doing before his and his companions' arrival had briefly interrupted them. It wasn't long until a serving woman approached them with a warm, welcoming smile stretching her plump lips and asked them in a bright voice if she could be of assistance. Thus, they were soon lead to a scrubbed wooden table and seated on stout chairs and while he waited for his food to be served, the elf studied the other patrons more closely. The vast majority appeared to be human as expected, but there were a small group of halflings as well.
After he had consumed his repast and wet his throat with the chilled water-refusing to drink any alcohol for fear of it clouding his mind-, he thought it wise to gather what information he could, his main hope being that he could discover a clue, no matter how small, on the whereabouts of his father.
Among other things, he discovered that the Lord of Brotkinburg was too aged to rule as well as he wished, so he allowed his grandson to carry out his orders in his stead. Could be worth conversing with both the Lord and this grandson of his, Thäoran decided.
Also, the goblin raids were occuring more frequently as of late. Were they just becoming more bold, or was someone-or something-driving them on? An unknown leader, perhaps? Or (and he gave an involuntary slight shudder at this possibility) had the Horned One returned and was gathering his forces once again to wreak a fresh wave of terror on a land that was still recovering from his last horrific regn of tyranny?
The third fact he gleaned from the woman was that two twins had ventured out in an attempt to quell the raids but as of yet failed to return. Two more lost souls I must retrieve, Thäoran thought determinedly. I shall not leave these brave humans to fend for themselves.
After speaking with the woman, he approached the barkeep who was scrubbing clean a tankard but smiled as he saw the elf coming his way. ((OOC: Sorry if I'm not allowed to play as NPCs. Please tell me if I'm not).
'What can I do for you, son?' The man asked roughly, though not unkindly.
'I am seeking someone very dear to me,' Thäoran informed him, lowering his voice, lest any unwelcome ears were present. 'My father abruptly vanished while undertaking a mission to combat a group of what remains of the Horned Ones' forces. Have you, perchance, heard any whisperings of any elves besides I recently? Or any information that may aid me on my quest to locate him? I believe he was taken by the foes he was tasked with slaying, though for what reason I know not.' A quiet sigh caused his shoulders to rise and fall slightly and he awaited the barkeep's response.
((OOC: Nomad, could you give the barkeep's reply in your next DM post, please?))
Afterwards, the elf made his way back to the caravan as he preferred sleeping surrounded by nature and he was still under the employ of the caravan's master to guard them for a final night. As he approached, he saw the stocky dwarf he had travelled with to the town. Dok, if he recalled correctly. The elf softened his footfalls in case the dwarf was asleep.
'So sorry to disturb you,' Thäoran apologised in case Dok was awake. 'I wonder if I may join you?'
If the dwarf was indeed slumbering, he would find another place to rest that night.
Posted on 2020-07-06 at 14:52:00.
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