It was not to bad just a lot of driving, just great to get away from work for a couple of weeks lol.

As per Page 1 Mömhal is a Shaman.

Just back from holiday

The hell hound HP is 15: (1/2 Mömhals max HP)

'I assume these creatures are the Orcs talked about by the King? It was never meantioned they where this close, we need to help these men for information'. Mömhal questioned.

'I believe the same, and this close to the city, is a bad oman, there maybe a nest of them closer than the King knows'. Astarth replied.

'Come One of the Sky and One of Iron, we are on a mission to that involves killing these things lets see what we are up against.' Astraths deep voice rumbled.

Dismounting from her horse Mömhal, makes her way to the tree line beyond, the low rumble of a predertory cat building in her throat.

Upon reaching the tree line Mömhal reaches into a pouch at her waist and pulls out a small figurine of a hound made up of interwound vines and braken, and blows orange dust into its empty eye sockets.

'Come to me spirit of the hunt, once again stalk this world and feed upon the flesh of your victims'.

As she places the figurine upon the ground it begins to grow in size until it stands as tall as a large dog, smoke pours from its nose and mouth and a glowing fire can be seen enimating from its empty eyes. Mömhal raises her hand and points a single long delicate finger towards the Orcs and hisses a single word.

'Devour'

Without hesitation the Hell Hound brakes into a frenzied charge, smoke and embers billowing from its body as it rushes towards the Orcs. Mömhal picks up her spear and starts to make her way behind her creation reaching into another pouch reading her next move.

Dragon: Dont worry about what you have done so far we will all grow into this.

Aslo all those numbers, they also made zero sense to me and I dont have all that stuff worked out.

Mömhal is going to dismount then make her way to the tree line,  

(Move Action) dismount then make her way to the tree line,  

(Bonus Action) Animate a Hell Hound.

Also I have book a last minute holiday with the family so shall be away for the next two weeks. Apologies for the short notice.

@Nomad Mömhal is in the same mind - the more Orcs we can 'defeat' in small groups the less will be in the fortress.

My question is we are only a few hours out from the city and a small band of Orcs are attacking a caravan in daylight .... this fortress may be closer than the King realises. 

I feel we must help and either follow the survivers or at least gain what information the traders has - how was it a direct ambush or have they been running form the group? 

Whilst Rílgari was explaining and demonstrating Mömhal watch on eagerly, she didn’t understand anything that was being said but the movements of his hands, the motions needed to transform the plants into usable forms held her mesmerised.

As always Astrath translated silently to her mind, adding his own thoughts on proceedings. Upon reaching the end of the lesson, she took the jars handed to her a deposited them within her pouches ready for use.

As they re-joined the King and the others, the last of the equipment and horses were being delivered by the Paige.

Mömhal inspected the newly arrived equipment, not a single piece was known to her. She let out a low whistle.

What am I to do with all this? And this beast are we to eat it?

Astrath let out a deep laugh causing the horses to worry before going on,

“King Valorian, thank you for your generosity with making all this information and gear available to us. Unfortunately my Ward, is inexperienced in such things and cannot ride. Would you One of Sky and One of Steel be able to instruct us in thier use while we travel?

Apologies works been hell.

Quick question the kings name? You have called him both King Vangar and King Valorian in the same post.

Auto save Word docs for the win.

Im easy either way - If you had planned to just go straight in to th emain stroy then so be it. I dodn t think much would be gained from RPing it.

Sort of stuff I would like to find out :

Healing herbs

Locataions they can be found

Storage of them

Preperation of them

Also map of the route/ area we are travelling through, maybe location of guard posts, highway patrols.

Astrath is the great predator spirit bound to Mömhals headgear. It has been meantioned a few times throughout all my posts.

Its part of my magical items list in my character bio.

As Astrath translated the Kings words his manner became sterner, finally adding his own thoughts on proceedings.

There is more to this I feel. The increased attacks on caravan traffic, almost if they were guided to look for something and then a mocking note left with a single survivor and they already know the value of the potion and that’s the King needs it to save his daughter, how would these Orcs come by this information?  If some shady dealings have not been involved? I would not be surprised if word of the Kings decree is already finding its way to them.

She understood very little of what was being said, being unfamiliar with the lands this far north but she could see a pattern life follows death follows life this was just all to neat. She waited until the other that had come to aid this King had spoken before she trilled her thoughts her voice drooping to the low rumble of a predatory beast as she spoke about things most foul.

“Bluntly speaking, this is too neat, a pattern of events follows a course much like a winding river. The source - A daughter poisoned, a potion from afar stolen by those many leagues from here, how do they know about the Kings plight? how did they know of the daughter? How did they know of the position and its value to this King? Why do they care enough to send a note? This speaks of plots most foul from within these borders, a plot to undermine the leadership. I am without doubt word of this decree is already fleet of foot towards these Orcs and they will be preparing for us. King I suggest a less open approach to these events to try and draw out these conspiracists. Though beware while the river may run a known course, it is not always safe to swim as below the surface many unseen forces are always in motion.”

“I thank you for the access to the knowledge I seek, It should not take long. Also I shall take advice from the winged one with regards to provisions as they seem to by more local then I and better suited to plan the needs of the roads ahead."

Dont wait on me - post away 

No worries or rush as I may think of more questions to ask  

Cool cheers 

Sorry whilst not directly spelt out - its implied that their final destination will be the courtyard to see the Kings decree as that is what is required for the story.

Do yo need to to be more direct with my writing?

Mömhal listened, her brow a criss-cross of confused concentration, the voices were scattered and chaotic, rushing sounds racing though her mind at break neck paces not allowing a single thought or idea to settle for long before changing and reforming again and again. In all her years she had never experienced them in such a wild state, in such agitation. 

 She broke the connection to the voices and looked deep into the fire, replaying over and over again the messages given to her. A image of giant stone trees, with strange creatures dwelling within, a young creature laying ill, others gathered around sadness and grief perminating her mind, a trail of tears to coursing down her cheeks then the image changed more stone trees this time inhabited by large brutish creatures protecting something valuable, something to help the young creature from before. She had no idea who or what all these creatures were, but she did know the voices wanted her to go to them to help. Climbing into the giant broughs of her treetop home, breaking through the canopy cover Mömhal looked over the dark forest into the moonlit sky and faced North, she didn't know how far North she needed to go but go she must. 

 Climbing down back into her home she started to pack a travelling back with all the dust, powders and herbs she felt she would need lamenting on not being able to take everything, she then donned her armour of stiffened hide and bones finally she turned to the altar standing proud against the back wall of her home, the simple stone dias with a few bone and bark bowls and utensils placed carefully upon it vastly downplaying the power and importance it had in her life. Her gaze rose to the skull of the large hunting predator that hung on the wall above the dias, the skull had been loving preserved and decorated with pigments and feathers from flying animals of the jungle, the jaw bones and been sewing together using jungle vines to keep them intact she raised her a hand and placed it onto the lower jaw of the skull and with the other gentle blew some orange dust upon it.

 'Come Astrath awakens your soul to my command' slowly a dim red light flicked within the empty eye sockets of the skull and a deep voice filled the air.

 'So it is our time again young one' this was not a question, he was only woken in times of dire need.

 'Yes, we travel North to where the trees are made of stone'

 'North, beyond our sea of trees a real adventure this time' 

 Mömhal reached up and gently took the skull off the wall and placed it over her head, looking through the empty eyes, feeling the presence of the giant predator's spirit next to her.

 'Yes' was her only response and she picked up her spear and left her treetop home for what would be the last time with this flesh.

**Many months of travelling later**

As she made her way towards the towering pillars of stone she had learned they were called 'cities' and they were the home of other peoples who were nothing like her. Drawing closer she found more and more of these 'people' also travelling along these 'roads' to and from the stone cities.

'Ants' she mused, 'Travelling along spider webs, so many people going about so many lives.'

Astrath snorted 'Glad to see you are enjoying this, but this is no place for the likes of us' he added quiterly

‘Maybe that's why the spirits have guided us here because we are outsiders. Now let's finally see what's inside, I wish to see how they live like this.’

As Mömhal approached the gates, a pair of sentries took notice of her and started to wave and call out to her.

‘What are they saying?’

‘Nothing of interest, you're just not normal folk. They have made a wager as to what you are and now wish to find out who is right.’ 

 With her interest aroused she made her way towards the waving sentries, as she got close they started to talk, but she couldn't understand them, she shook her head and raised her hand.’

‘Astrath you have gone quiet, please what are they saying?’ 

The predatory spirit laughed ‘Just look at them now they realise you can't communicate to them, I feel this way is just more fun.’ 

Mömhal sighed, and seeing the confused faces of the sentries, motioned beyond them hoping to gain access. With a shrug the first sentry moved to allow her past and whilst doing so pointed across the way towards a large billboard.

‘What does that say, is it important?’ 

‘Well, well, well it seems the King is in need of brave adventures. Meeting to be held in the castle at 3:30pm. There is a big reward.’ Astrath translated.

‘King? Castle? 3:30pm? What are all these things, spirit?

‘Ah yes, the young flesh, the unknowing mind, I had forgotten how much fun I can have once you're back in your young flesh.’ The spirit laughed, ‘Come we have much to learn before we can see a King.’

‘See? It's a living thing then. Flesh and blood?’ Mömhal asked 

Beside her the great spirit just laughed.

@dragon-soul

Do I need to re do my character bio? As she would have no motivaton to go to the city for any reason other than the spirits have tld her too go?

Or you happy to use my first post but just make it vague 

Ah ok I will just go and roll some stats - as I said I didnt create a ture D&D characters just fleshed out a class I like.

Will get on that.

I see you have created some magic items. What where th eparameters you used for the number/ potensy of them?

I noticed that Nomad has rolled up so stats - do we all need to do this or will th egame work without them?

Apologies, I was writing my bio 'In game' from my characters views.

No drama though I shall get the raw stats uploaded sooonest.

I have posted a quick starter blurb for my character will add more defining as i get time.

Mömhal

Hero Forge link: www.heroforge.com/load_config%3D503618409/

Race: Elf (Jungle Sub varient)

Class: Shaman

Tradition: Voodoo

Armour: Hide and Bone (AC 14)

HP: 30

Weapons: Spear and dagger

Stats:

Str 8 (-1)

Dex 14 (2)

Con 13 (1)

Int 8 (-1)

Wis 16 (3)

Cha 15 (2)

Equipment: Spell components in pouches, Explorers pack pack, Herb Kit, Fetish creation kit, pouch of Shrunken fetishes.

Shaman Spell List:

Shaman Auras: 

 Celerity:       The Shaman and any allies within the aura's effect gain advantage on Initiative rolls, as well as a +10 foot bonus to their base movement

Vengeance: Foes that inflict damage on the Shaman or any allies within the aura's effect take 1d8 fire damage, Dexterity save for half damage. Each foe can only be affected once. This damage increases by 1d8 each level to a maximum of 5d8.

Soothing:    The Shaman and any allies within the aura's effect may expend hit dice as though taking a short rest

Shrunken Fetishes: Voodoo priests are able to imbue fetish dolls and hell hound fetish with animating spirits, giving th edolls life and power to protect and aid the Shaman in combat.

Bio:

As the fifth daughter of the tribes chief, she had no prospects or expectations with her life and it had come as no small relief, when as she matured into adulthood the mystic powers manifested within her, and she was able to join the other women of her tribe who had the gift. Under their tutilige she learned about the cultivating and using of herbs, healing, soothsaying, animal husbandry and the way of gift and how it flowed through the world. 

Wow this is really open and free form...

Are there any limits at all ....... are there any lists of races in this setting anything thats a taboo, is not availble?