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Baldar watched Benton draw back as the impressive figure of the Wemic came into sight, predictably frightening the horses. Baldar let go of his pouch and pulled his arm out of the folds of his dark green robe for balance as he struggled to control the beast. He relaxed a little as the paladin sheathed his sword, thankful the knight didn't start the quest ignonimously by slicing their guide in two. What the hell was the Wemic thinking with his dramatic entrance anyway?
Bakdar finally brought his horse under control and turned to further contemplate the Wemic, now satisfied his new companion would not be attacked. "So like the rest of his race to enjoy a playful entrance such as that, " he thought, fingering his forked black beard, "likely he has been watching us for some time now. Tracking us perhaps? Typical ranger behavior." Baldar watched as the paladin made his clumsy introduction to the Wemic and decided he could wait no longer to make his acquaintance. "Greetings Ranger," he spoke in a raspy voice, "I am Baldar." |
"So this is a Wemic? Very impressive. This should be fun." The dwarf returned his war axe to it's place across his back and smiled at the Wemic. "I am Soriun, war priest of Clangadin. I must say that I've never laid eyes on one of your kind, but Clangdin says that we must accept all races...unless they give one a reason not to."
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Benton looks a Mavirr, smiles at the Bard's expression and turns to Kevan and says, "It appears your presence has left our good Bard speachless." With a long pause Benton adds "And that is definately appreciated."
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Despite their advancing age, Puli had long ago trained his ears to see for him. On many occasions since he had left Cross-Kir they had done just that, hearing sounds that forewarned him of things his eyes would not have caught until perhaps too late. Seeing the reaction of Lord Pelspin’s captain had thus prompted Puli to attune his senses to the grove…seeing, listening, smelling, and feeling the elements. He was thus not surprised whatsoever when the Wemic ranger emerged to greet them.
He had never seen such a creature before, though he’d heard tell of them and Lord Pelspin had made reference to him being a part of the quest. His first impulse was to label it a “beast” but the old monk quickly tossed that mentally aside. Clearly this was more than mere beast. With a humble dip of his head he acknowledged the latest addition to their group. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ As the wemic emerged Vasheliave visibly relaxed. He sent a small wave toward the newcomer as if welcoming a familiar face, and then moved toward the pack horses and began unbuckling some of their cargo. |
Benton looked around at the members of the party and says, "Now that we are all together I believe we need to discuss our options. There are numerous things that need to be considered, and not the least of which is the path we shall take. It may not be in our best interest to take the easiest path, especially in light of the fact an ambush is a distinct possiblity. We should also plan our attack strategies so we don't trip over each other trying to get into the fight."
Benton then looks to Vasheliave, "Is this unpacking a sign that we are to camp here tonight, or are you preparing to return to the comfort of your bed?" |
Firestorm cooly regards the paladin for a moment before greeting him with a curt nod. "The Warrior-Priest Benton Gale, I presume? Well met."
With that, Kevan turned to the old man and bow, "Greetings, old father. I welcome the opportunity to learn from you in our journey." Turning to the mage, Kevan fought to maintain his usual impassive look. Up close, Baldar seemed more . . . aware than he had thought previously. 'I shall have to keep an eye on this one,' Kevan thinks to himself before responding. "Greetings to you, Mage. I am Kevan Firestorm." With a slight smile, Kevan returned the Dwarven priest' greetings. "I would have to say that the teaching of the Wyrmslayer is indeed very wise. Well met, Soriun War-Priest." Noticing the silence from the previously chatty last member of the group, Kevan greeted him with a simple nod. With the wordy introduction out of the way, Kevan turned to Vasheliave. "Greetings, Captain. Did any of the items I requested present a problem? Good." The ranger dutifully inspects and puts the items he received from the old soldier away while the group observe him. |
Turning toward the paladin, Kevan responded, "No, we have a long journey ahead of us and, with the late start, we have no time to waste." Extending his hand out to Vasheliave, "Please thank Lord Pelspin for the supplies. Is there no way to convince you to join us on this journey, Captain?"
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Benton looks to Kevan and smiles,"Already tried that Kevan. Vasheliave mentioned he had an appointment with his bed. Can't say as I blame him, he has been quite busy preparing the items for our journey. Plus he'll be working hard to determine the perpetrator of the scroll theft."
Benton's smile quickly disappears at the mention of the work theft. He shakes his head slowly and continues. "You may not be aware, and maybe Puli can fill you in better than I, but a copy of the scroll map we are using was stolen. Obviously, whomever took the map is forming their own group to find the candles, and in my opinion they are at a decided advantage. We have no idea who took the map and where they will be journeying from, but they absolutely know our group comes from Lord Pepsin's residence." "I'm afraid that even if we are able to acquire the item we seek, we'll be ambushed for it, probably right after a difficult battle with orcs, goblins or some other undesirable creature. Our only chance to avoid an ambush in my opinion is to look for an alternate route. The rival party will undoubtedly take the easy path, they will be on the lookout for our camp fires, and they will probably not be in any particular hurry, hoping to allow us to pass and handle all the difficult fighting. If we can find a different path, even if it's more difficult, we may be better served. The tricky part is the path we choose can't be circuitous, or the other party will beat us to the spot and then all is lost. I'm no Ranger, so I'll leave the route we take to Kevan, I only offer this as food for thought." |
"Wise words, Benton. But could it be that our enemies would expect us to try an alternate route, and so by taking the most direct route, we not only catch them unaware, but also slow them down? I'd gladly take on all the beasts of hell if it meant fighting a stand-up battle. All this sneaking around gives me a headache."
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Puli’s gaze traveled across the massive lion-body of the wemic. This was a fascinating creature indeed, and one that the monk was content to have fighting on his side rather than as an enemy.
“I believe we can learn from each other, Master Wemic. Forgive my staring…my native land of Cross-Kir has many exotic species, but none like yours that I’m aware. I am anxious to learn more about your kind.” The monk’s eyes flickered toward the ranger. “With regard to the stolen scroll copy, I cannot help but feel a sense of guilt that I have somehow contributed to the peril that follows – or perhaps precedes – our quest.” Vasheliave shook his head in response. “From what I know of the circumstance, your role in the foul play was only as an innocent carrier of the original scroll, my good monk. The drama that unfolded came after the scroll’s arrival here in Prytia.” He made a clucking sound with his tongue, as if distracted by the unsolved mystery, then re-focused his attention on the matters at hand. “Nevertheless, I’m afraid my escort task is done, and I must return to the city. The supplies you requested are stowed upon the two extra horses. May the gods watch over your quest, my friends. And be sure to take your portion of the evening meal before Kevan does…” With that he winked toward the wemic, climbed upon his horse, and trotted back toward the way they had come. |
Baldar regarded the Wemic closely during his introduction. "Interesting that he didn't seem suspicious of the 'foul mage' in his presence. Either he is more tolerant than I would have expected or more adept at hiding his feelings..."
He heard the paladin and Wemic discussing something, but Baldar's eyes were drawn towards a series of mid-sized trees with short branches and narrow, slightly thick leaves. "Excellent," he thought. He knew of some uses for Crantas trees. He pulled out his carving knife and began cutting away some of one tree's bark. After obtaining a suitable amount in one pouch, he pulled out a second one and moved to the branches to gather a number of leaves. Pleased with himself, he moved back to the group to find the paladin prattling on about taking a longer route to get to their destination. This would never do. If the thieves were Cranstonian or Saturnian, they would not miss the significance of any useful magical objects to be found and the party could arrive to find the whole area looted of useful items...Baldar's desired texts among them of course. Thankfully the dwarf brought up this very point so he would not have to reveal his interest in the matter. Meanwhile, he had something he needed to discuss with the group that the paladin brought up earlier. "My fellow companions," Baldar said, with a hint of a sneer, "I must speak with you regarding an important matter. None of you have fought by my side previously. Realize this; all of my combat spells contain a verbal component. That means when you hear my voice raise above the tone I am using now, if you do not wish to experience...unpleasant effects...move somewhere other than between myself and the enemy. I will be able to aid in some other matters of divination as well as in other ways I will reveal only when it is necessary." Gritting his teeth a bit, he added, “I suggest the paladin lead our group. We will be far more organized taking orders from one than six people acting on their own and he is the natural choice as a chivalrous human knight.” So long as Gale’s orders coincided with Baldar’s interests of couse… “Wemic,” Baldar stated, turning to the ranger, “I must know of the path we will take to reach our destination. Will we travel wilderness or through populated areas? What of the lay of the land? I can not prepare myself properly without knowing these things.” |
Soriun did nothing to hide the shock in his eyes. In his land, the priest was the warband leader. There was no discussion. For a moment, he considered pointing out this fact. Just as suddenly as it came, his anger subsided.
I am a stranger in this land, he thought. They know nothing of my customs, and I am here to improve relations. Nothing can be gained by making a stand here. Besides, the paladin is a promising soldier. He will do well. "Yes, I second the notion. Benton Gale should lead us." Soriun could feel himself tense up for the row that could follow. Some of his companions might take issue with being led by a holy warrior. Under his breath, he muttered..."This could turn out to be a very long day." |
Benton smiled at the trust being shown him by his compatriots, though he could tell that both Baldar and Sourin were less than enthusiastic about their recommendation. Especially Baldar, but Wizards aren’t much for relinquishing authority, so his obvious distaste for his own words suggesting Benton lead was to be expected. Benton rolled over the thought in his mind. Comfortable in his ability to lead, Benton wanted to accept, but currently his leadership would probably last until the first disagreement erupted.
“I appreciate the nominations to lead, and I’ll gladly assume the mantle. However, currently I think that we are in Kevan’s arena. He is more familiar with the territory, the potential evils that await us and the pace we should set. So as far as travel, I believe Kevan should be in charge of those decisions.” “With regards to other issues, Puli’s experience is unquestionably superior to mine. I would hesitate to assume leadership over a group with one as smart and wise as our venerable Monk. In addition, it is Puli who obtained the scroll we’re using for our map originally. He has a huge vested interest in this matter. I’ll gladly act as arbitrator in disputes, make decisions when there are conflicting opinions and general look out for the best interest of the group, but I’ll not act as leader without the approval of all present, and not unless the good Monk blesses the decision.” With that Benton standing tall, looked around at each of the travelers, stopping when his gaze reached Puli. Benton started a small smile, letting Puli know, this was no show, but an honest assessment of the situation. |
Sorian spat. Apparently the boy needs some confidence, he thought. Disappointed, the dwarf turned his gaze away from the paladin and watched the horizon.
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With the practiced eye of many years, Puli observed his companions and their respective reactions to one another. The odd blend of races and professions, as always, concocted a curious mixture, at times languid like a peacefully flowing river, at others turgid like the frothy breakers of the sea.
“I am far from my native land, and we are heading into a dangerous wilderness home to dangers unknown. It would be unwise to have a divided sense of purpose when such dangers come knocking. I will fight be your sides – each of you – and when asked I will offer what wisdom I can. But it is not my place to lead, nor do I have any ambitions for such a role. With no spite intended to our dwarven war-priest, or to the Prytian mage or bard, I too would yield leadership to the wemic ranger, or to the Prytian paladin. I think it best given that they are more closely attuned to Lord Pelspin’s desires in this matter.” Puli’s eyes narrowed to slits, and he turned his attention to the wooded grove beyond where Baldar had scraped the bark from the tree. Striking a more martial pose, he clutched his quarterstaff a bit tighter. “Something approaches noisily through the underbrush…” |
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Baldar ground his teeth and clenched his fists in frustration. Gale's damnable nobility was going to make him a difficult leader to deal with. Besides, the journey would likely demand bold decisive decisions for success. In truth, Baldar would never have willingly chosen any of these companions for a leadership role in this quest. The bard required no explanation. The monk unsurprisingly aimed for a typical advisor role. Such sugary words from that one as well, though he grudgingly admitted to himself there was a certain wisdom behind the words. The ranger would be too busy acting as a guide to be an effective leader...besides the question of his race. The dwarf was a foreigner of uncertain motivation. "And myself," Baldar thought with a mocking laugh. His companions would likely give him a steel kiss by sunset of his first day of leadership, he had no illusions about that. The paladin was the only choice, despite Baldar's misgivings. He could at least be trusted to...
Baldar's thoughts broke off as he heard Puli's warning. He quickly moved on foot diagonally behind the monk. "Noisily, the monk says. I don't hear anything." Baldar quickly ran over the words to a few spells in his mind, muttering them without actually speaking as he followed the monk's gaze towards the underbrush. |
Benton quickly draws his sword and rushes to a strategic position which will allow him to jump in front of anything bearing down on the party.
Benton then asks Mavirr, in a tone which indicated it was more of an order, "Good Bard, if you have any ranged weapons at your disposal, get them ready now!" Benton, who has trained himself to hear danger approaching, notices a faint sound of russling in the bush, but defering to the Monk's obviously razor keen senses asks Puli, "Can you tell how many?" |
Mavirr had been uncharacteristically quiet for the last few minutes, or what was really more like half and hour to an hour. He had been taking in the sights, one of which was the massive wemic. Mavirr had never adventured with one such as him, and has never even seen one before. He made a mental note to chat with Kevan when the time was right.
Mavirr had heard the discussion about appointing a guide and a leader, and about which path to take. He had no interest in leading any of the other heroes through the journey, and although his knowledge of these parts was quite formidable, Mavirr didn't want to take on some official role. He would provide information when the time was right, such as right now: "Fellow friends! I think the sound is coming from that of a feral pig." Mavirr stopped, listened again, and continued to talk: "I'm not quite sure, but it could even be two or three! Be on guard, as these pigs are known to attack ferociously." He heard what Benton had ordered him to do, and replied: "Opps, silly me! I must have forgotten my repeating crossbow of increased attack back at home." Mavirr grinned at Benton. "If you have a ranged weapon that I can use, preferably not a bow, then I will be happy to use it." Mavirr grinned again, and slid a rapier out from his pants, which was hidden by the side of his pant-leg. "I will do whatever I can to help win this glorious battle! I must be good, after all, since I have survived quite a few adventures." Mavirr grinned for a third time at Benton, and focused his attention to the feral pigs approaching. At least, Mairr thought they were feral pigs... |
Benton rolls his eyes at Mavirr. And thinks to himself. We might want to determine who has ranged weapons so we can determine the best way to attack foes.
"Pigs eh! Maybe will have Ham tonight." Benton smiles. |
"If the ham doesn't have us first!" With a laugh, Soriun raised his huge axe in one hand and prepared to charge. He began to chant holy words asking Clangadin to bless him and his entire party.
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Kevan's passive manner belies his exasperation at the wasting of valuable time while these city people banter. The thought of rolling his eyes crosses his mind but that would be a terribly un-Wemic thing to do and so he busies himself with putting away the things that the Captain has brought and attempting to calm the pack horses. Finally, he can take no more. "Look, Lord Pelspin asked me to guide this group across these land and that I shall. What you choose to do beyond that will be up to . . . "
Kevan stops suddenly as he hears the rustling noises, hearing Puli's warnings just as he turns to observe. The scents and sounds reminds him of those times he has had to deal with the feral pigs of these forest. Unfortunately, with all these talking, it is tough to determine the exact number of the charging beasts. 'Pity I will not be able to test out the things that Vash has brought.' Firestorm takes a quick glance at the group's readiness. "Benton Gale, you and I shall flank the Dwarf." Turning toward Puli, "Old Father, you and the chatty one keep an eye on our flanks and give the Mage some time." With a solemn look, he turns to Baldar, "and we shall see if he is as good as he claims." As Kevan checks to make sure his throwing axe will be drawn quickly if needed, he remembers to say, "Please do not attack or make any sudden moves until I say so. If there is only one or two, I may be able to calm them and we can hopefully avoid any unnecessary bloodshed and injuries. Anymore, however, and the pack mentality will not allow them to calm." With that, Kevan readies his quarterstaff. Hopefully, unnecessarily. Once they enter the clearing, if there are only one or two of the beasts, Kevan shall attempt Animal Empathy. If there are more, he knows of a few recipes he can use for dinner. And preserved meat will be good for the trip. |
Baldar ignored the verbal jab of the Wemic and moved into the suggested position, keeping a clear line-of-sight in case his magic was required. He was actually pleased to see someone take tactical charge of the situation. At first he figured the bard had made a jest about the approaching sounds, but the Wemic seemed to agree and had knowledge of the surrounding area. Baldar had little knowledge of the pigs, but assumed they were aggressive and dangerous based on the Wemic's tone and words.
He contemplated two different spells; one if there was only a single pig and the Wemic was unable to control the situation and one if there were too many for the ranger to handle. Baldar decided there was a good chance he would need to act, as he did not want to risk injury or worse to befall his companions and slow progress on their journey. If the ranger failed to control the situation, Baldar would need to step in immediately. He grabbed at the earlier pouch of fine sand in his robe and drew it out. The other spell would be quicker to cast, but would be of minimal use against a multitude of opponents... |
Benton slides over next to Sourin.
Benton begins to think, 'The Wemic's abilities in the wilderness allow him to see and react to things quickly - his taking charge at this time is probably appropriate and illustrates exactly what I was expressing just moments before. He's familiar with the beasts we'll be encountering, knows the best way to attack them, and can sense their presence quickly enough to position the party in the best possible places. If Kevan is to lead the path to the goal, then he should probably also act as the party leader. Though I've lead numerous quests, and prefer to lead, there is no since in asking a Paladin to head-up a wilderness adventure when a Ranger is present, especially a Wemic Ranger, who's innate abilities make him impossing in this setting.' |
The dwarf’s magical blessing washed over the group, an odd but indeed encouraging sensation. Puli, who was not used to such things, gasped a bit in spite of himself. Things were happening quickly…the wemic and the paladin moving forward in support of the mounted dwarf, the wizard striding behind them with a look of concentrated purpose, and the bard chatting away. As was his custom, the monk began to twirl the quarterstaff from hand to hand, and noted somewhat absently that the massive ranger carried one as well.
Calm them? Puli repeated the wemic’s words to himself. Whatever was moving towards them sounded very urgent in its movements… Through the low brush, a flash of brown marked the presence of one beast. If it was indeed a feral pig, Puli thought, it was much larger than the eastern variety he was familiar with – this animal was at least the size of a Draxonian ram or even a small bull. Its impressive tusks flashed ivory in the sunlight, and as it caught wind of the group’s presence, it emitted a fearsome high-pitched shriek. Kevan stepped slightly forward and began his efforts to calm the beast. However, despite his skills in such methods, it was soon clear that the feral pig would have none of it. With two violent tosses of its head and rampant snorting, the animal prepared to charge, as another smaller pig – perhaps an adolescent – appeared behind the first… |
With a bellowing cry, Soriun spurred his mount into a charge, heading straight for the smaller pig.
I'd have to look up the charge rules, but I believe I have some bonus or a feat of some sort I can use. I'm charging the smaller one to avoid running down Kevan. :) |
Pig, thought Baldar sardonically, that's a bloody huge boar! He shifted nervously on his feet as he watched the Wemic try to sooth the beast. The face on the creature was that out of a nightmare, twisted in rage and sporting two tusks that each looked at least forearm length. He heard the creature bellow in fury and realized that the Wemic would not be able to control the beast. There was no time to waste. Baldar dropped the pouch and raised his arms above his head. He brought his hands together, palms facing outward, as he intoned the words to his spell: "Printakus mal kel hatta!" He felt the tingle of magic infuse his body from head to toe as a bright pulsing light emerged from his palms and he aimed it as best he could towards the boar's eyes. As the spell power left his body, he felt slightly weak and disoriented as he always did following the loss of magic within him, so he only had minimal time to realize he may have erred with his choice of spell when he saw the second boar emerge from the brush...
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Assuming the second beast Baldur is refering to is the baby pig, (not another large pig that wasn't seen until this point), Benton does the following:
Benton watches the dwarf charge the smaller pig, then he hears the wizard cast his spell. Taking Baldar's instructions to heart, Benton stayed firmly planted in place until the bolt of energy passed his shoulder. Benton, knew from working with wizards in the past that Baldar would need a short period of recovery, so he moves in on the pig on a line that possitions his body between the animal and the wizard. |
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It's fine, I'd just hate to move in on the big pig and leave your character exposed. I never know when Coug is going to drop a hint to someone through PM.
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As his companions sprang into action, Puli took in the situation as emotionlessly as he could. Though he knew he could deal the huge pig some stunning blows, he realized that others in the group were better suited to engaging it directly. He thus moved tentatively forward in the wake of the charging dwarf upon his war pony, ready to assist.
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Somebody call Daedelus and tell him that his Wemic is about to miss the fun.
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As per instructions, Mavirr stood beside Baldar, although it seemed apparent that no other boars would attack from the sides.
"What a story to tell! I am in charge of guarding a wizard's life. This is indeed one for the stories! Baldar, fear not. I will guard against attacks while you recover!" Mavirr gave a quick nod to Baldar, and got in a crouched position. He looked from side-to-side, in case any other boars did come out from the sides. |
Just letting you guys know that normally I would not be able to post at this time... I am taking a full course-load of summer courses, and am at university during this time usually. Something to keep in mind, in case you guys have to wait on me in the morning/afternoon. :)
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Gentlemen, just a note. I'll be out of town this weekend. I'm going to send Coug instructions on how to manuver Benton in the battle.
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Aw...come on - Where is you since of adventure? :D
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Disappointed that there would be bloodshed today, Kevan knew he had no time to waste. After a brief prayer to Lord Firemane for his protection in the upcoming battle, the Wemic rushes out to meet the beast, hoping to get to stop the charge before it can begin. With a roar, Kevan attacks with his quarterstaff and his two front claws.
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Since it's been three days, I just want to make sure I'm not the only one waiting for the boar's next action?
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It's a very slow flash of light headed for the boar's eyes. :) Don't worry, I'm sure Coug will get to it when he gets a chance...although in case he didn't notice that you and daedalus had already conveyed your actions, this will either be his notice or a reminder that we're all dying to find out that we're hopefully not dying. :)
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As the agitated boar snarled with fury and the wemic moved in to attack, Baldar’s magical flare burst directly in front of the beast’s face. The creature reeled a bit, and Kevan pressed in with his initial attack, bring the quarterstaff in a powerful downward swipe. But the boar shifted suddenly, and the blow missed, as did the wemic’s slashing attacks with its forepaws. As the dazzled beast prepared to attack its adversary, in charged Benton Gale, wielding his longsword. Sweeping in on the wemic’s right, the paladin landed a slashing hit on the beast’s hide. The boar screamed in pain, and then lunged at Kevan with its tusks, missing him narrowly.
Farther to the right, Soriun charged toward the lesser boar upon his war pony, swinging his axe. Unfortunately, the animal evaded the blow, yet there was Puli, whirling his quarterstaff in a blur of motion. Striking with the added intent to stun, the old Kir monk hammered the neck of the beast, but despite the blow the animal shook it off with only minor damage. A second backward swing missed entirely. The boar then swiped in retaliation without effect. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kevan and Benton are side by side engaging the big boar, Soriun (mounted) and Puli the lesser boar. Baldar and Mavirr are around 10 paces back from the action. Both boars have been hit but are only slightly wounded. |
Satisfied that he has stopped the boar's initial charge, Kevan digs in and strikes with his quarterstaff again.
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Benton was surprised when the Boar focused his rage on the Wemic Ranger, however the surprise didn't slow the seasoned Paladin's attack. Benton, taking advantage of the distraction quickly swung again at the beast.
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"Get away from me you idiot! Help the Wemic," Baldar snarled at the Bard with as much force as he could muster. Baldar could think of nothing more humiliating than anyone thinking that troubadour was needed to protect him. He breathed in deeply trying to concentrate on his surroundings. The smaller boar didn't appear very hurt, but he felt sure the monk and dwarf could handle it. The larger one, despite the slow trickle of blood from its side, was still a major danger even with the Wemic and paladin engaging it...in fact, it could be even more dangerous enraged from the attack Add to that that the Wemic was the most vital member of the party (outside of himself, of course) and it was clear Baldar needed to take aim at the larger boar. He dismissed his original idea of the Sleep spell, as the rest of the party was too deeply engaged in fighting the boars and he couldn’t risk getting them caught in its area of effect. Going with his alternate plan, he stepped a little closer to the larger boar, still keeping his distance but trying to circle around to get more of a clear shot.
“Gale, Wemic, move to the boar’s flanks! Quickly!” He stopped, having attempted to move into position as best as he could while still acting with as much alacrity as his weakened state would allow. He extended his robed arm to point as best he could at the boar and chanted “Logasha mertuse, nogashi gret lalameintaka!” Baldar trembled in ecstasy as he felt the familiar rush of energy infuse his body and watched as bluish-white projectiles flew forth from his outstretched finger towards the boar. Baldar casts Magic Missle at the large boar (hopefully :) ). |
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"At what?" "At the darkness!" *Geeks laughing* Sorry. Soriun quickly turns his pony, checks for allies that may be in his path, and seeing none, charges to boar again. |
Mavirr eyed Baldar after he ordered him to help Kevan.
"Aye-aye captain! If this is what you want, then I will do so. But if a boar attacks from the sides or back, or a bee flies at you during a spell, don't blame me!" Mavirr grined and winked at Baldar, who was too busy casting a spell to notice his comments. With Mavirr being 10 paces back, he quickly ran towards the larger boar, closing the gap between the two. As he ran towards the boar, Mavirr pulled out a trumpet from the back of his pants and blasted an energetic tune, which made the other heroes look even more heroic... Mavirr uses Perform to Inspire the Courage of the other heroes. Mavirr also uses the feat "Dodge" on the larger boar. |
Hey, isn't that baseball game over yet?
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Short ribs? I thought you went after the big pig...:)
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Maneuvering in the face of the lesser boar, Puli took measure of the scene. The dwarf, Soriun, had charged past the beast and was negotiating his war pony through the thick underbrush and turning for another attack. The boar seemed concerned at its flanks being threatened, and the monk took advantage, dancing in swiftly with a whirl of his quarterstaff. His initial swipe just missed, but the return swing smacked the beast solidly in the shoulder. The creature retaliated with a flailing lunge which the monk easily avoided. Soriun then struck from behind with his waraxe, a driving blow that knocked the beast to the ground and opened a gaping wound in its back. If not a mortal blow, it had certainly incapacitated the lesser boar.
On the left, Benton Gale heard the wizard call out, and stepping slightly to the side, drove his sword again at the larger beast with good effect. Just as he felt the weapon bite into the thick hide of the boar, he heard Baldar chanting, and braced himself again for the magic that was sure to follow. The chanting ceased, replaced by two bluish bolts of energy that raced from the wizard’s fingers, snaked past the paladin and wemic, and impacted upon the broad form of the boar with an audible thumping. The animal screeched its distress - SKA-REEEEEEEEEE! – yet rallied immediately with renewed ferocity! Now here was the bard Mavirr, tooting a compelling tune on his trumpet and sliding in between the wemic and the paladin, his rapier at hand. The beast was thrashing about, enraged at the magical wounds it had just received, and Mavirr’s rapier thrusts failed to land. Kevan the wemic plunged in with his quarterstaff, but again the animal evaded any significant hits. Then it struck back. Initially, it appeared as if the wemic was again to be its target, but with its forelegs planted it brought its tusks suddenly across to the side, and right through Benton’s shield arm. The bright white of the tusks as they penetrated was sharply contrasted with the red of the paladin’s blood as they were withdrawn; eyes wide with surprise and then pain, the big Prytian warrior staggered under the telling blow, his arm ripped open and an ample gore-wound in his side. A triumphant snarl from the great boar carried across the grove. |
Soriun leaps from the back of his mount, hefting his war axe and preparing to finish off the small boar.
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Frustrated by his futility thus far, Kevan lets out a roar then rears up and attacks with his two front claws.
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This boar sure is one mean mother...I'll be back after I contemplate what the heck to do...
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Sure! make a joke about ribs and end up getting your own skewered. :(
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Benton was still regaining his balance from the blow he landed and he was forced to hold his ground as Baldar's enery bolts ripped by his shoulder, leaving the paladin in the unenvable possition to simply watch wide eyed as the boar rolled his head, bringing his tusks around in a wide arc that was bound to catch his arm. It was as if time was moving slowly - the sudden shift and attack that took only a spit second seemed like minutes to the paladin, who had resigned himself to the fact the blow was coming. When the tusks ripped into his arm, Benton grunted in pain, then clinched his teeth and cursed himself for not having his shield (the curse was more a subconcious reaction to the pain, because Benton didn't expect the attack, and certainly couldn't have left his party members in danger while he took the time to retrieve it from his horse). Knowing the blow had incapacitated him, and any further efforts on his part would be futile, Benton moves away from the boar as quickly as he can manage, on an angle that will place him behind the bard. When he turns to retreat, he realizes the blow also caught him in the side, the pain in his arm was so intense he hadn't relized the tusk had inexplicably found a seam in his plate armor until he turned. Benton stops about 10 feet from the boar, approximately the same distance from the action as Baldar. He stabs his longsword into the soft earth. He winces in pain as he forces the hand of the wounded arm to touch on the injury in his side, then winces again as the arm injury burns when he places the hand from the good arm on the open wound. Benton closes his eyes and mumbles what appears to be a prayer. His hands begin to turn red, as if blood was to rushing into them. The redness increased in intensity as if the hands themselves were about to burst into flame. Then as quickly as it started the redness disappears. Benton uses his Paladin - "Lay Hands On" ability |
You guys act like you've never seen blood before. Stop standing around and kill the boars. ;)
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Mavirr danced around as he continued his attack, and swung again at the large boar.
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Baldar looked at the giant boar in amazement as his body slumped. How much punishment could this beast withstand? He swore under his breath at his poor preparation for facing such a monstrous enemy. He still had a few remaining spells which could aid in the offensive effort, but they would be highly dangerous under the present circumstances. He looked over at the smaller boar briefly and noted that the monk and dwarf had hurt it badly. At least that's one less of these damned creatures to handle, he thought.
"Dwarf! Monk! We...we..." Baldar broke off briefly, gasping for breath. "We need help!" There was little else he could do. He had a dagger hidden in the folds of his robe, but to approach that beast without armor and in his weakened condition would be foolish in the extreme. He kept his eye on the boar, sucking in each breath carefully, waiting to see if he could be of use in covering a possible retreat. |
With a full-arc swing of his war axe, Soriun plunged a death blow into the lesser boar. The gruesome “chunk” sound accompanied the axe as it buried into the creature’s skull, and it was finished.
Quickly surmising that the lesser beast was done for, Puli pivoted over to the rear flank of the bigger one, and with a fluid motion reminiscent of a graceful dance leveled a full, sweeping hit of his quarterstaff against the back of the boar’s hind leg – a crippling blow that caught the target unaware. Snarling with even greater fury, it swung around to challenge the new threat, but just then Mavirr’s rapier pierced in from the original side. A weaker squeal sounded, as if some farmer’s lost pig had stepped in a gopher hole. Savage, stupid, and blinded with rage, did the creature finally sense its forthcoming demise? It mattered little, for the pent up frustration of the wemic descended upon it now with full force, the claws from his two massive paws slashing open the side of the boar’s neck and throat. With a final bellow of defiance, the great boar flung itself aside once – then again – until it finally crashed to the ground in a spray of blood and gore. The fiery eyes of the beast settled, in peculiar fashion, upon the bent form of the paladin - flared with one final, agonizing death gasp - and then glazed over as life left them. The battle was over. |
Benton, weak from his wounds and the use of his Laying Hands ability sighed at the sight of the giant beasts last breath. He looked around at his comrades and nodded his approval.
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Soriun took a moment to clear his head. He began to focus on the events outside of his field of vision, and he quickly took stock of his comrads.
Upon seeing Benton Gale holding a wound in his side and noting that all of the other part members seemed none the worse for wear, he moved over to the paladin and began to chant a prayer of Healing. "Benton, relax. I'll have you battle ready in moments." The dwarf closed his eyes and knelt by the paladin's side, still praying, until the spirit of Clangadin filled him. His eyes snapped open, and he put his hands on Benton's wound, which instantly began to close. Soriun will use Heal spells until Benton is back to full health. If I missed anyone who needs healing, please let me know. |
Baldar felt relief sweep over his body as the boars, bloody and defeated, lifelessly fell to the earth. His relief was short-lived as he gathered up the pouch he had dropped during combat and thought abut the danger of their current situation. They had to get moving and fast, as every moment they waited was another moment lost in their journey, but he had a task to do before they went.
Baldar slowly crept up to the larger boar, making sure the animal had completed its death throes. It was an impressive figure even in death, and Baldar had to hold back a shudder as he closed in on the beast. The tusks of the boar were still fully intact and neither his carving knife nor his dagger, which was more for stabbing than slicing, would be up to the task. “Paladin,“ he called out in his usual low voice, which seemed quite loud in contrast to the grim silence that had fallen over the clearing, “I need you to cut loose these tusks for me. They are a valuable component for a potion I can brew.” Turning to face the rest of the party, he spoke with urgency “We must leave this area with all due haste. Any creature with half a brain would’ve heard the sounds of battle,” (a dark thought at the Wemic’s roars, which could likely be heard up to a league away) “and could come looking to investigate. Perhaps our ‘esteemed ranger’ could impart some information before our next meeting with wild animals or worse?” |
Mavirr put his rapier and trumpet away, and returned to sit on his horse.
"Good show! We showed those boars who's boss! This battle wasn't just quick strikes, or stealthy action. We had brute force going against each other in the front, and magic being casted in the back. This is a story I can tell to other heroes. I think I will call it: 'How I aided in the slaying of two boars.' Sounds catchy, don't you think? Mavirr stopped talking for a brief second, then continued: "Do you think we should spare some meat from these boars for our journey? Or even cook some right now...?" He licked his lips as he said this. "It seems like Baldar is in a hurry to get moving, eh Baldar?" He winked at Baldar. "But I see no reason why we can't just take some of the meat. Someone here has to know how to preserve meat so we can eat it later tonight?" Mavirr looked around at the other heroes, and noticed that Benton was wounded. "Well, if Soriun can't heal Benton to a decent-enough level of health, maybe we should rest here a bit. We don't want a wounded team member encoutering any other battles, do we?" As Mavirr said this, he eyed the large dead boar and made a smacking noise with his mouth. |
Kevan starts over to help the injured Benton as a matter of habit before he realizes that his skill as a healer would be no match for the blessings of Clangeddin.
Hearing Baldar's comment, Kevan turns toward the mage, "I agree with you on taking the tusks. But whether they will be yours will be the group's decision when we have more time to discuss it." "Even with the Wyrmslayer's blessing, Benton Gale will still need to recover. So we might as well take that time to make use of these boars. Not to mention that we will need the Priest rested to make any progress. That said, in these woods, we would do well get those blood off of him now. Old Father, Mage. Please help Benton Gale to the riverbed down the ways once he is able to walk." Eyeing the less than happy Baldar, Kevan adds, "unless, of course, you would prefer to stay and help with the boars?" Softly tossing one of his handaxe to the Bard, Kevan says, "Good music, Bard. Let us add 'How I aided to the carving of two boars' to your selection." Turning toward the seemingly tired Soriun, Kevan starts, "Would you be up to helping us with these boars, Priest? I know you are tired from helping Benton Gale, but we could surely use another pair of hands." Kevan will be skinning the boars and saving those hide - if the Bards could hum the 'Rawhide' theme song, would he get a bonus? - for later use, as well as removing the tusks. The meat will be carved up and cook so that they are transportable. Unless Lord Pelspin included the Tupperware[tm] of Keeping +2 in the care package, I am guessing the party will be enjoying a lot of wild boars in the next few days. Once done and cleaned up, Kevan intends to get into the barding he received, put away the quarterstaff and equip both long swords - strapped to either shoulders - instead, with the bow readied on his hip, along with the arrows. The handaxes will still be on, in the ready to be drawn positions. Kevan is all for taking as long as it takes before continuing, unless another party member speaks up against it. |
Benton Gale’s own restorative touch had handled the greater part of the wounds already, and the dwarf’s Healing quickly settled the matter. With a deep exhaled breath, the paladin was as good as new.
Puli stood to the side of the others, a stoic expression on his face. He glanced down almost sadly at the greater of the two boars. Well-fought, massive one. You’ve done your spirit proud…go in peace upon your next path. The old monk cast his gaze upward at the sky. It was still early, not even midday. A look around the grove yielded no obvious threats to the healed paladin, but Puli moved to assist him as the wemic had suggested nevertheless. He could not resist commenting on the other suggestion, however. “Perhaps a tusk for each of you would be judicious, Kevan and Baldar. As for the meat…perhaps we could prepare and pack the smaller of the two boars and be on our way? To skin, butcher, cook, and prepare them both will take the better part of the day, I would think. And we’ve ample food already. These are my thoughts, but I would yield to the ranger’s wishes in this.” He bowed his head slightly to the wemic. |
I knew I forgot something, left that darn Tupperwear +2 with my Ginsu Knives +3...:)
Baldar smoldered at the bard and Wemics' comments. He idly thought how enjoyable it would be to see each burnt to a crisp where they stood, then put the tempting but unsuitable thought out of his head. He bit off his reply as the monk spoke then struggled not to smile. At least there was another member of the party with a brain. He reminded himself to have a word with the monk in the near future. He did not try to keep the sarcasm from his voice as he spoke to the ranger, "Certainly I do not REQUIRE the boar tusks Wemic. I had foolishly thought that making potions allowing the fighters of the party to battle with the ferocity of the boar would be useful. And by all means, we should sit around all day and tell ghost stories 'round the campfire. I had simply forgotten that Lord Pelspin had organized a nature excursion for us, not an urgent quest. But of course, dear Wemic. Do as you wish." He gave a deep mocking bow to the Wemic, in poor imitation of the monk's subtle gesture. |
What kind of self-respecting chef leaves home without his Ginsu +3? :D
Kevan follows Puli's gaze. Bowing to the old Monk, "Wise words, Old Father. Let me finish with the boar and we can leave. If those two are ready." "As for the tusk," continues Kevan, "I have no need for them. But choice should be up to the whole party and not to who claims them the fastest." Seemingly oblivious to the intent behind Baldar's comment, Kevan replies, "Do not be so hard on yourself, Mage. It is not foolish at all. Quite commendable, in fact. Regardless, it is still party possession and not for whoever spoke for it the quickest." Kevan replies to the Baldar's deep bow with a slight one of his own, "I do not know of any ghost story. I would listen to yours if you would share them, however." |
Guys, this is a small thing, but please use these correct spellings for the character names:
Puli Baldar Kevan Firestorm Benton Gale Mavirr Soriun Thanks! |
Benton leaves with Puli to wash the blood from his armor, thinking to himself, 'There's no need attract hungry preditors with the smell of blood.'
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Mavirr slowly cuts at the big boar with Kevan's axe. As he was doing so, he whistled an uplifting tune. After a few minutes of cutting, the only piece in Mavirr's hands is some thin hair, which he threw up into the air.
"It seems as though the majority wants to keep on moving. As long as we get to eat this delicious meat later on, I'm fine with that." He pawed at the large boar some more. "How much longer 'till we get to wherever we're going, anyway? Will we get there by nightfall, or will we have to make camp out in the wilderness tonight?" Mavirr stopped playing around with the dead boar, and looked up into the sunny sky. |
Benton returns from washing up, thanks Soriun for his help with the healing process and then looks at Mavirr, elbows deep in pig flesh.
"I agree with Puli's assessment, we really should be on our way. Let's get the small boar packed up and move on. Since Mavirr has already made significant progress on the larger boar, let's take what we can quickly cut off. Kevan, why don't you determine which cuts to make on the large boar to maximize the return on Mavirr's work, before moving to the smaller boar?" |
Kevan nods at the Paladin's comment, "well said, Benton Gale."
Except I don't understand why this dead boar has mohawk haircut all of a sudden . . . :D |
OK, I'm assuming we've decided to go with just the small boar, plus some choice cuts that Mavirr has already procured. Since I'm not acting as a butcher here, could someone else wrap up the meat cutting and preserving (remember be careful, Trichinosis is a bitch - I'd hate to get the quest done only to have my innards explode :)) so we can move forward.
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Sorry for the delay, folks. I am stuck at work at the moment. If I cannot respond during lunch break, I will reply this evening. :)
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Kevan acceded to the wish of the majority and wrapped up the butchering and preserving of the meat after approximately an hour. In his opinion, that gave Benton Gale and the priest Soriun sufficient time to rest, eat the fruits he picked while Mavirr had started on the larger boar and recover some strength. After packing the booties away on the extra horses, Kevan urged the party to get their gears ready and prepare to travel while he and Mavirr wash away the blood and clean his axes at the stream and fill some of the extra waterskins.
Once the group starts moving, Kevan notices the members fall into a natural order. Benton Gale and the priest Soriun up front just, behind him, with their religious discussions. Mavirr holding the two extra horses just behind them, taking in all the sights. While the the two quiet members of the party, Baldar and Puli, bring up the rear. Kevan skinned the boars and removed the tusks as quickly as he could, without doing much work on them since he can do wrap them up and do that at the next camp. As much of the meat were cooked and/or preserved as could be done within that hour. Next trip, we ask for a carriage with a barbecue on top and a fridge inside. For now, we stick with Baldar casting a cone of cold to freeze and a fireball to cook the meat. :D As an aside, I went ahead and set up party order, taking a bit of liberty with some of the characters' actions. I don't know if that is a problem for anybody. If so, my apologies and please move and change them. |
Daedalus - the order looks good to me - No problems on this front.
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Benton, refreshed from the short rest, the nutrition of Kevan's fruits and the healing provided by his own and Soriun's spells, rides on next to the dwarf. He turns to the Priest and says, "I'm glad to have you along on the journey. It's always good to have Clerics around on an adventure. Your healing me, brought back quite a few memories. My father and brother are both high ranking Clerics in Prytia, and often healed me when I did something dumb as a youngster."
Just filling out some of the conversation Daed described in his post. |
Baldar released his concentration from his spellbook as he realized the party was ready to leave, having finally finished butchering the animal. He tucked it back into his robe...it wasn't the most comfortable item to carry, but he would never dream of leaving it somewhere other than his person...and prepared his horse for travel.
He was unsurprised when the Wemic sent him to the back of the party. Baldear knew he would likely be safer in the rear, but noted it was unlikely a coincidence that the back of the party was also the furthest away from the Wemic. Considering their recent exchanges, the situation suited Baldar just fine. As the boredom from the riding grew, he decided his mind needed an outlet. His gaze kept going to Puli, riding quietly beside him. "Old One," he said, "I would like to know more about you. I know little of your native land or its history, or how you have come to be so far from home. Perhaps you could indulge my curiosity and speak of your origins." |
The dwarf shifted in his saddle and kept his eyes on the trail. "No need to thank me, Benton Gale. It was the grace of Clangadin that healed your wounds. I am only his humble servant, as you are of your god."
He turned to look at the paladin. "Thankfully for us, our gods will allow their grace to be dispensed to those who follow a different path. Otherwise, we might have had to skin and grab all of your useful parts back there, also. But I think it's better to have you up and around. You handle yourself well in a fight. Well, maybe a little slow on the defense, but your offense is the stuff of legends." Soriun flashed the paladin a furry smile. |
Puli acceded to the directions he was given without comment. The test of the boars had been passed, and perhaps the members of the quest would bond a bit closer because of it.
As they moved off away from the grove and the place of battle, the monk took in the surrounding terrain once again. Rough and relatively barren, awash in shades of brown and gray and with few trees, the lands that bordered Prytia were distinctly different from the familiar lands of the East. These thoughts dissipated when the wizard addressed his comments to him, although Puli could not help but note the coincidence regarding his homeland. “We come from vastly diverse places, Baldar,” said the old monk, his gaze traversing the wide open expanse around them. “I hail from Cross-Kir, a distant eastern realm of thickly-forested hills, rock-strewn ridges, and deep gorges. Our people are not perpetually linked as one, such as Prytia, but rather exist as members of distinct clans. As Kir we are all brothers at heart, but too long have we struggled with one another for dominance. The war-clans refuse to join together under one united banner. I am content that my own clan, the Maple, has led the most recent efforts to cease the senseless feuding and draw together as one people.” Pausing to await the wizard’s response, Puli reflected on his remarks for a moment, then continued. “Rarely do the Kir wander the lands of the world, and rarer still is it to venture forth this far west. But I will say that the paths of my life have taken me to many new and strange lands, and to encounter such a thing as the Candle Mage scroll was motivation enough to bring me here, for I know that the ancient Javadan spirit dwells the purest now in Prytia.” |
Mavirr looked around the surrounding wilderness as the heroes continued on their way.
"This place isn't exciting at all. No big trees or massive boars. I hope we get to our destination soon, since I don't know how much longer I can handle this boring landscape." Mavirr looked around at the heroes, and noticed that only Kevan wasn't engaged in conversation, so he began to yell at him. "Hey, Kevan! How much longer 'till we get there? Or how much longer 'till we can eat that boar!" He then stopped and licked his lips before he continued. "You look like one that appreciates good humour. Have you heard this one yet?" Mavirr paused to breathe, and then continued to yell. "Two wemics are sitting in an inn, when one of them sees a shiny object on the ground. He picks it up, and looks at it. The wemic holding the shiny object tells the other wemic: 'This guy looks familiar. I should track him down using my wilderness skills and give him this picture back.' The other wemic clobbers the first wemic acorss the back of the head, who now drops the shiny object onto the floor, breaking it into two. 'You idiot, that's me! You were holding a shard of the sword I just broke.'" Mavirr's mouth widened with a smile as he finished the joke: "Then the wemic that was holding the shard responds by saying: 'Oh... well... at least I don't have 7 years of bad luck now, unlike you! Hahaha!' Then the other wemic rolls his eyes and answers: 'You idiot! That was a sword, not a mirror!'" Mavirr could not contain himself as he laughed at his own joke. "Pretty good, eh wemic? I got that one from one of the bards I met on my other adventures." Mavirr stopped laughing and then looked around once again. "So, are we almost there?" |
Soriun shakes his head.
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Benton laughs (but at Soriun's expression - not the joke).
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This thing progresses well when there is combat, but the roleplay is dragging.
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Doing his best to ignore the peculiar jest of the bard, Puli raised his voice to reach the front line of riders.
“Good dwarf,” he called to Soriun. “Your conduct in battle was notable. I am not familiar with manner of dwarves in combat, but I must admit my surprise that you fought mounted upon the pony. Is that common among your people? Is such a style of fighting pleasing to your god? Can you speak on it?” As he awaited the dwarf’s response, Puli’s gaze went skyward to trace the circling flight of a buzzard overhead. There would be a feast in the grove that day. |
Benton whispers to Soriun, "I think this bard of our has a few screws loose. Nice fighter, but his stories are a bit lacking, and he's beginning to remind me of journeying with a 4 year old. You know 'Are we there yet? Did he think the quest would be across town?"
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Benton speeds up and pulls next to Kevan
"Good Kevan, what is the schedule for the day? How far do we hope to get before making camp?" |
Soriun nods to Benton gale and chuckles. Under his breath, he whispers back, "I think he'll be more amusing once he get's used to his companions. At least I hope."
Turning to Puli, he clears his throat. "No, dwarves are not noted for the mounted combat skills. Dwarves excel in close combat, especially in tunnels where out short stature can be used to our advantage." He reached down and gave his pony a friendly pat on the neck. "However, the skills of mounted combat are not unknown to us. Certain warbands are trained to fight from horseback. When patrolling the lands surrounding our halls, we find that a mount puts us on a more even footing when facing enemies that we might meet in the open. Ogres are at a disadvantage in our tunnels, but in the open, they are deadly. When faced with a company of mounted dwarves charging on armored ponies, they are considerably less deadly. I am trained as a war priest for my clan's mounted forces, and so have been trained extensively in the art of mounted combat. Perhaps that is why my clan chose me to represent them in the journey to this land?" Soriun gave his pony another affectionate pat. "This pony and I have faced some dangerous enemies together. I trust him with my life." |
The travelers fell into silence as they progressed through the midday heat. Secure in his surroundings, the wemic led them confidently through the broken terrain, though the course varied this way and that as he traced familiar landmarks.
They were moving along a wide, dry riverbed – more like a broad, miniature valley speckled with thorny bushes and rock formations – when Puli noted the presence of a solitary figure tracking them from a substantial distance on the far right flank. The monk had trained himself well in the art of observation, and his spotting skills were outstanding; he doubted that the unknown observer, or for that matter the other members of the party, had noted anything untoward. Rather than instigate a flurry of movement or the flight of the observer, Puli spoke in a soft tone – first to Baldar and then the others. “Gentlemen, do not change your pace or look around, but I have spotted an individual – at least one humanoid – who appears to be following us. It might be wise to prepare ourselves accordingly, although I am uncertain what our proper stance should be in this regard.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ To the varying degrees of your skills and knowledge, you all have knowledge that nomadic tribes frequent the desert, wilderness, and wastelands to the east of Prytia. Your path is skirting that region now, so it is a likely explanation. Soriun and Puli would be less aware of this. |
"Shall we set an ambush for our uninvited guest?" Soriun asked. "I think we should wait for a while, and see how long he follows us. If he is spying on us, we aren't giving him much to report on, but the longer he follows us, the more likely it is that he is a spy. Or the leader of an ambush." With that thought, the dwarf checked the strap on his waraxe, ensureing that it was ready to be drawn in an instant.
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Once Puli and Soriun finished speaking, Mavirr spoke up for the first time in awhile, and it was obvious he was trying to speak softer than usual, but wasn't very good at it.
"So you suspect a petty pilferer is in our midst? Maybe I have met him before in these deserts? I don't think an attack would be the best thing to do. I don't want to make bad company with someone I possibly know." He grinned at Soriun and spoke again. "Well, these are nomadic tribes out here... so maybe I don't know him. But I still don't think an attack would be the best plan of action. Maybe we should all join in a song and show the spy that we're friendly people. I have a trumpet here with me, should I start?" Mavirr took one hand off the reins, and reached for a sack on the side of his horse... |
"Hold off on the song Mavirr. I agree with you that an attack probably isn't a wise move. This observer may be only 1 of a larger group we can't see, and by attacking we might find ourselves significantly outnumbered. However, blowing that horn of yours could attract more curious nomads. I think we should continue our journey, try to stay in open fields so we aren't surprised by hiding attackers, and be prepared for an ambush. These nomads are mostly cutthroats and rouges, that obtain many items they trade with our town by killing travelers and stealing their possessions. An ambush would be just about right for these low lifes. " as Benton finishes his comments, he adjusts his crossbow so it can be quickly loaded and fired.
Benton then asks the group, "Other that Baldar, who obviously attacks from a distance, do any of the rest of you have ranged weapons? It would be nice if we are attacked in an open field, if we can cut down there numbers before they get too close." |
At Puli's comment, Kevan slows down to let the rest of the group catch up and comments, "I agree. Let us not rush into unneeded conflicts." He continues as he starts to string his bow as naturally as possible, "My suggestion for this situation would be for the group to continue forward, while Old Father and I double back on our guest." Turning to Puli, "That is, if you choose to accompany me, Old Father. We will see if we can recognize any identifying marks and see if there are more. If we do not sense threat, we can approach our guest and see what goes on."
Kevan states, "I would ask, however, that you all be ready for whatever may occur. We may be running fast." Turning to the Mage, "I would advise you and Music Man stay between Soriun Priest and Benton Gale and be ready with your spell for they can charge any ill-meaning creature." Uncomfortable with Benton's and Soriun's views, Kevan faced Benton and Soriun, "Do not misjudge the nomadic folks. Though there are thieves out here, not all of the nomadic folks are like them. They may not own much of material but they are fierce and proud. Should we run into conflict, however, do not underestimate their shamans. Take them down and quickly." "Would you care to accompany me, Old Father?" asked Kevan. "You may have to abandon your horse for a bit, however." Suddenly remembering Benton's religious nature, Kevan turns to the Paladin and asks, "By the way, Benton Gale, do you sense any evil emanating from our guest's direction?" |
Benton closes his eyes and mumbles a prayer. As soon as he finishes his skin begins to tingle and his senses are heightened.
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Soriun turns to Benton Gale and says under his breath, "I don't remember accusing our follower of being a thief. What view do you think he is talking about?" With a smile, he turns back to watch the road.
I don't remember if I have a ranged weapon or not. Maybe some hand axes, or a dagger. Coug? |
"Wemic, you wish us to continue on without our guide? That hardly seems wise. The observer may well notice if you turn around and head towards him. The best course of action would be to continue traveling, with Puli keeping an eye on the observer in case he gives some type of prearranged signal to a group of nomads or speeds up to interact with us. If you are insistant on pursuing this foolish course of action, I have a spell which wll allow you or the monk to understand whatever foreign language these noamds may use."
"Know this. If we run into a large group of attackers, you would be wise to hold off from charging blithely into combat. The remaining spells I possess are formidable in deailng with groups, but they are non-discriminatory in their effects. If this comes to combat, allow me time to cast a spell in their midst to demoralize and confuse our opponents." "Nevertheless, I say we press on. If the observer is watching out of curiosity, we lose nothing by continuing ahead. By stopping, we could allow them time to gather forces for an ambush." |
Puli repressed a smile at Kevan’s use of the term “Old Father.” The wemic was not what he’d expected, and in a positive sense he felt a kinship of sorts with him. But, like the wizard, he had reservations about dividing the company.
With a slight nod toward Baldar, he addressed the wemic. “I must concur with Baldar, Kevan Firestorm. I think it unwise to split our numbers to investigate this follower. If we do so, I would suggest that it be done only over a short distance, perhaps in a section of terrain that is conducive to concealment. Perhaps a brief encampment in an easily-defended place? I have some skill in moving silently and masking my presence, and might be able to effectively observe further from a hidden location.” He paused, then added a final comment so as not to offend their guide. “But you are familiar with this region, Kevan, and the ways of these nomads. I will yield to your decision, and will attend you as you wish if that is our decided course of action.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sachmo: Soriun carries several throwing axes. |
"I too will follow the Wemic's lead. After all, we did vote him as the leader of this merry band." Soriun makes sure that his throwing axes are close at hand, all the while trying not to look back and stare at the shape that seems to be following them.
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"Kevan, your assessment of my views on nomads is a bit off. I did not mean to cast such a dispersion on the entire group. My comments were an observation that they can be dangerous, and we shouldn't take this individual lightly. Our follower may yet prove to be deadly, but I sense no evil in him."
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