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WhomstHasSummonedTom
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Legion nodded, making sure the orc stood still while it was being tied up. As they were leaving he gave the creature one last look: "Remember: if you're close enough that I can see you, you're already dead."

 

(Since we took its weapons did it have any arrows?)



Posted on 2022-10-20 at 15:21:29.

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Campfires and Stars

The party, having succeeded in rescuing the traders and acquiring the information they needed from the cowardly orc, decided to set up camp for the night as the sun was swiftly descending below the horizon, the final lingering rays providing just enough illumination for the warforged Legion to see by without the darkvision his companion Azax possessed. They found a stand of tall rocks arranged in a rough circle and, while Legion stood sentinal-like at the edge of the ring, alert for any danger, Azax cautiously left to gather wood for the fire, his predatory senses attuned to his surroundings, large owl eyes absorbing the the last flecks of dissipating sunlight. Thankfully, the gathering of the wood went without incident, though at one point he thought he discerned a shadow dashing between the cover of the rocks and trees. Had the orc they'd restrained already escaped his bonds? Or was it something...else? A more sinister foe, tracking the party before waiting for the right moment to strike? The Owlin stood, statue-like, eyes fixed on the place he'd last seen the figure, but whatever, whoever, it was seemed to have vanished. He narrowed his eyes, slightly perturbed, then made his way back to the site they'd chosen to make camp where he informed his companion Legion about the mysterious shadow. The warforged agreed that they must remain vigilant, lest they be caught off guard and slain before they even made it to Wyverling Woods, let alone the orc stronghold itself.

((OOC: Sorry if Azax doesn't hunt. He's half owl, so I assume he does. If not, tell me and I'll edit it)) Azax ventured out again, this time to secure his evening meal. He silently took to the air like a spectral ghost, alighting upon the gnarled, weather-worn branch of a sturdy tree. Focussing on the foliage beneath him, he patiently waited for what he sought. There! The plants below gave the familliar tell-tale shake that revealed the presence of his quarry. The Owlin unfurled his broad wings, swooping swiftly and expertly, his curved talons outstretched to snatch up his prey, a large, plump coney. He brought it back to the camp, where Legion had already ignited the fire. After cleaning his kill ((OOC: or do Owlin eat it whole, fur and all, like a real owl?)), Azax speared it on a stray stick and roasted the meat over the gently crackling flames. After he'd had his repast, he unrolled his bedding and settled down for the night.

The morning sun beamed down in greeting, its rays casting a pleasant warmth on the land and its inhabitants as Azax and Legion prepared to leave and continue on with their urgent quest. The songbirds trilled in the trees, as if wishing them good morning. It all appeared so peaceful as if nothing was amiss. But the party knew different. The all too frequent orc raids and what the cowardly orc had told them heralded the dawning of a new age of darkness. Azax shook his feathered head slightly. Perhaps he was overthinking. Perhaps the orcs were just getting too cocky and it had nothing to do with a great evil approaching. After all, it was just a few orcs running amok. How was that a prequel to a great calamity? But he couldn't shake this forboding feeling that the world was out of balance.

Legion, meanwhile, was focussed on the task at hand with a steely determination that pushed him ever onward, never wavering from his orders. He had a princess to save, orcs to slay, and potion to secure and he would pursue that goal with all he had.

The party mounted their steeds and rode towards the edge of the Wyverling Woods. They encountered no other travellers upon the road so they made good progress. They halted their mounts once the rocky ground gave way to the foliage of the woods. The trees stood close together like sentinals watching over their domain. Despite the gleaming sun high overhead, the woods remained shrouded in a perpetual gloom, the ominous blanket offering the party no welcome as they urged their horses forwards. The animals snorted nervously, eyes rolling in their heads which they tossed in their unease. Azax could sense it, too. This place was a far cry from the brightly lit woods of his home, where wildflowers carpeted the ground in a rainbow mosaic and the entire area was bursting with life. No. Wyverling Woods had none of the cheer of his homeland. He couldn't even hear any birds in the branches above him, nor animals scurrying in the foliage before him. It was as though this place repelled life instead of embracing it. All senses alert, they pressed onwards.

A couple of miles in, they heard the sharp snap of a twig on their right. The party spun around and out emerged a lizardfolk, his weapon, a slender spear, poised to throw. Another slowly approached them, a low, mencing hiss wormed its way through the thick, cloying air as it bared its needle-like fangs. It carried a shield on its left arm and a short sword in its right hand. A third came out from between the trees, long tail lashing from side to side like an angry snake. A fourth and final lizardfolk joined its brethren, a short handled axe in its right hand. It had no shield. The creatures surrounded the party and the one that had emerged first spoke in a thin voice underlined with a sharp hiss.
'Who goessss there?' It demanded, raising its spear a little higher over its angular, snake-like head. 'Who daressss tressspass on our domain? Speak, or we shall run you through. Sssstate your businesss here.'

Azax and Legion prepared for conflict, but hoped this situation could be resolved without bloodshed. However, that was exactly what happened as the lizardfolk, displeased with their replies, swiftly bore down on them.

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Okay, overview of the terrain:
*Thick foliage, but not enough to hamper your progress and speed (so you move normally). Same applies to the lizardfolk.

*Many trees surround you, standing very close together so you that may inhibit and restrict manuverability when fighting. Same applies to the lizardfolk.

*Hidden rocks underneath the foliage. You can't see them. So you might stumble and/or trip. Same goes for the lizardfolk.

*As for light, it's dark, but not dark dark. Azax can see fine of course because he has darkvision. Legion may struggle a bit. Lizardfolk don't have darkvision, so they may struggle a bit, too.


Posted on 2022-11-06 at 06:02:12.
Edited on 2022-11-06 at 07:10:16 by dragon-soul92

WhomstHasSummonedTom
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"We're just passing through to-", Legion started, but couldn't finish his sentence before battle started. Thinking that the darkness would make him to merely lose his arrows, the warforged drew his swords and prepared to confront the first enemy to get close: "I'd rather not fight you people. Reptiles are not my intended target."



Posted on 2022-11-12 at 11:13:48.

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Peaceful . . . ah crap

Azax looked at the lizardfolk and groaned a bit inwardly.  Lizardmen were not necessarily evil, but they lived by their own rules which generally seemed to amount to "whatever is good for lizardfolk is good and whatever gets in their way is bad."  He understood it as a species directive but as a non-lizardfolk it did make getting along difficult.  

His first move was to take to the air and put distance between him and the lizardfolk.  He quiickly moved upwards 30' (Assuming this is possible inthe trees.) As he moved up he started of attempting peaceful neogtiations.  "We mean you no harm . . . oh, damn."  When the lizardy kind attacked he responded in kind.  In quick succession he sent two arrows down at his enemies, all while still saying "We don't have to fight!"  

Two arrows:  targets are determined as follows 1.  Any that have ranged weapons.  2.  Those in the front and closest to Legion.  



Posted on 2022-11-12 at 12:38:20.

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A Quick Scuffle And...An Unexpected Turn of Events

The Lizardfolk hissed menacingly. The third reptile that emerged drew its bow and aimed at the winged warrior Azax who had soared into the trees as soon as the battle commenced. Despite the semi-darkness that clung to their surroundings like a shroud, the arrowhead scraped the Owlin's left shoulder, leaving a fine gash but didn't bleed too heavily (-5 HP. No bleeding damage on this turn or future turns because it's not deep). The Owlin emitted a soft hiss of pain and returned the favour, striking the lizardfolk in the calf. The shaft buried itself deeply due to the thick reptillian skin being thinner their, thus not providing much protection. The creature gave out a hiss of his own and collapsed onto his knee.

Azax's second arrow swiftly followed the first. One of their enemies was quickly advancing on Legion, axe held level with the top of the lizardfolk's scaly head, ready to deliver a glancing blow. Azax let his arrow fly and it embedded itself in the reptile's side, just beneath the ribs. A roar cut through the dusk and he glared up at the Owlin furiously.

Legion, seeing that the lizardfolk with the axe was distracted, took advantage and was about to strike his enemy down-when a new voice rang out from nearby.

'Stop!' It commanded, the underlying hiss announcing him as another lizardfolk. Sure enough, a fith creature stepped into view. His countennance and attire were different from his brethren, however. Where the others only wore simple armour (mostly leather with a simple steel breastplate), this one had donned fine chain-mail armour, the breastplate carved with the crest of unknown meaning. Azax and Legion assumed it must have some significance to the creature. A polished bronze helmet covered his head and most of his face, moulded to fit over the creature's muzzle. He also bore a rapier, though it was sheathed and he didn't seem eager to use it.

'Please, cease this conflict. I mean you no harm and I beg you to wish us no harm in return. I emplore you to sheath your weapons so we may converse in a civilised manner. My brethren,' he continued, turning to his fellow lizardfolk. 'Please stand down.'

There were hisses and glares from them, but with reluctance they lowered their weapons and stood back. Those that were injured clutched their wounds in an attempt to stem the worst of the bleeding. The others went to their aid.

'Now, I must apologise for the rash behaviour of my fellow tribesmen,' the new lizardfolk nodded. 'These are trying times, frought with peril and they have made us most wary and eager to defend our homes from unknown intruders. Not that I'm saying you tresspasses knowingly, of course,' he quickly added. 'But you must understand why my friends acted as swiftly as they did.' He paused, then a small smile stretched his lips. 'Pardon me, where are my manners? I am Sithrandor, at your service.' He gave a slight bow. 'And who might you be, fellow warriors?'

((OOC: Just to move things along, I'll assume you give him your names))

'Well met,' he nodded again. 'You appear to be capable fighters. It's a good job I arrived when I did, hmmm? Otherwise, there could have been enough of you perished to roast on a spit.' He chuckled humourously. 'Now, may I ask what brings you here? If your quest is noble and you are not on your journey for malicious means, we may be able to assist you. If my friends can find it in their hearts to forgive you for skewering them,' he added, laughing again. 'Also, if you wish to ask me any questions in return, I will do my best to answer them. Ask what you will and what help you require.'

((OOC: Again, decide what questions, if any, you wish to ask in the Q&A thread. Or post them straight as a roleplay post. Up to you. And what help you'd like the lizardfolk to give you.))


Posted on 2022-11-19 at 12:06:10.

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"We are on a mission for His Majesty", Legion explained in his monotonous tone, "He has asked us to retrieve something from the orc stronghold... Speaking of which, would you happen to know of a quick and easy way to get there? Or of any weaknesses in the fort or of the orcs within? If I may be so bold and ask of course."



Posted on 2022-11-22 at 13:25:27.

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A Welcome Ally

Azax and Legion were relieved the fighting had come to to an abrupt end, for they could waste no time with unnecessary conflicts as time was a precious thing on their quest and it was steadily running out for the princess.

Sithrandor paused as he listened to the two companions' explanations and questions about their journey and when they had finished, he scratched his scaly chin thoughtfully.

'So, King Valoran is going through a dark time. It is well known that his daughter, Princess Avira, is very precious to him. Perhaps that is why she has been targeted by those loathesome orcs.' The chief emitted a wary sigh. 'Alas, we have remained within the confines of these woods for too long. The time has come, I believe, for us to linger no more the shadows and step into the light. To assist where we can for the betterment of our tribe and all that is good in this fair kingdom. To answer you questions, my friends, all we know about the orcs' increased activity is that they appear to be excited as if anticipating something. What that may be, I know not, but whatever bodes well for those beasts, bodes ill for the rest of us. Dark times are on the horizon, I fear. Thus, we must band together if we are to stand a chance to ward off this evil.' The lizardfolk uttered a strange cry that was a mix between a roar and a yodel with sharp hiss to finish it off. In response, another of his kin approached with long, loping strides. His piercing emerald eyes were hooded by a thickly ridged brow, his mouth set in a grim line and curved fangs protruding from both hhs upper and lower jaws like a crocodile's, giving him a brutish appearance. He wore armour of hardened leather. A bow with runes etched into the wood was slung on his back and a short sword was sheathed in decorated sheath at his side, the sheath painted green with vines around the mouth. 'In pursuit of that goal, may I present Erundak, one of my finest warriors. If you will permit him, he will assist you in your endeavors and accompany you on your adventures. What say you?'

((OOC: I assume Azax and Legion agree))

'Excellent,' Sithrandor beamed. 'Most excellent.' Turning to Erundak, the chief placed his long, reptillian hands upon his shoulders, his eyes softening, and when he spoke, his voice was but a whisper tinted with sombre tone. 'Be well, my son. You have made your father proud. You are my heir and have proven you are a worthy successor as the next chief. And you will be. But for now a new quest awaits. Be strong and remain forever vigillant and go knowing that your mother and I love you. Farewell, my son. And may we be reunited in good time.'

'Fare thee well, Father,' Erundak replied in a deep bass rumble as he grasped his father's arm. 'I will bring honour and glory to our tribe and help free this land from tyranny.'

'I wish you to have this,' Sithrandor said, unclasping the pendant around his neck and handing it to his son. It held a glittering emerald in a silver setting, shaped like a lizard's eye. 'The Dragon's Eye pendant has been passed from father to son for many generations and now I think it is high time I passed it onto you.'

'I shall wear it with pride, Father,' Erundak nodded, accepting the gift and fastening it around his own neck.

Father and son embraced each other a final time before Erundak went to stand by Azax's side.

'You fought well,' the lizard warrior acknowledged with a curt nod. 'You bore yourselves well. I just hope your skills with the bow and blade will be sufficient enough in the coming trials.'

'Oh, with regards to your other enquirey, Azax,' Sithrandor said, 'there is indeed a shortcut but it requires you to traverse through bandit territory. They are allies of the orcs as they trade with them, so if you still wish to brave that shortcut, I wish you luck. Those bandits will not hesitate to slit your throat while you sleep and pilfer your coin and other belongings. Vile, despicable beings.' He shook his head in disgust. 'Take the shortcut or don't, the choice is yours of course. If you do, it lies in the south-west area of Wyverling Woods. Erundak can guide you.' He smiled and said enthusiastically, 'now go, my friends, and may your quest be fruitful. My son, know that you will always be in our thoughts and hearts. Just make sure you return to us.'

Erundak gave a final nod and raised his hand in farewell. The rest of the lizardfolk tribe gathered around to see the party off, with shouts of good luck and well wishes to them, especially Erundak, their future chief.

The party remounted their steeds ((OOC: Erundak has a horse, too)) and continued along the narrow game trail deeper into the woods.

'Are we heading for the shortcut?' Erundak enquired.

((OOC: I'll assume yes. But if you've changed your mind, please let me know in the Q&A thread))

'Very well, please follow me.' The lizardfolk urged his stallion down the left path once they arrived at a fork. The gloom that had shrouded them seemed to be getting thicker as they went, as did the foliage. Once, a knotted thornbush clawed at Azax's tunic, tearing the fabric before he could extricate himself. He frowned in annoyance. Legion grew concerned. If this darkness grew much more, he would have difficulty seeing, as would Erundak. But surely, having settled in these woods, the lizardfolk would have counter measures for such things? Sure enough, Erundak pulled out a curious object: a lantern, but devoid of flame. Instead, a cloud floated within the confines of the glass walls. It sparkled with surprising brilliance for such a small cloud.

'Pixie dust,' Erundak answered in response to their confused stares. 'A simple spell is tied to the dust cloud and the lantern which allows the bearer to alter the strength of the illumination. With this, we need not fear the dark. A pixie gifted it to me after I had saved her from a pixie trap. Pixies can fetch a good price as their beautiful, glowing forms can be used decoratively by caging them in lanterns to make what they call "fairy lights". A cruel practice.'

They travelled the rest of the day without incident. At least Azax and Legion assumed it was the rest of the day. It was practically impossible to tell with the thick canopy of the woods obscuring the sky and, in addition, the sun and moon.

'We are approaching bandit territory.' Erundak whispered. 'Best be on your guard. Do you wish to make camp here, or continue on?'

((OOC: Answer here or in the Q&A. Up to you. I'll do another DM post once you've answered))


Posted on 2022-11-29 at 07:13:09.
Edited on 2022-11-29 at 08:37:36 by dragon-soul92

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Posted on 2022-11-29 at 07:16:49.
Edited on 2022-11-29 at 07:19:41 by dragon-soul92

   
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