[WFRP2e] Men Among Gods

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Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa
During the journey, Ilsa did her best to eat as little as she could. Shallya taught her followers to not put their own needs before those of others, and the food they had was nothing if not scarce. She knew it wouldn't make much of a difference, but it was all she could do. After a while, it started to show on her. Ilsa spent most of her time in the hold praying, usually in silence. It didn't come as a surprise that she wasn't the only one in the hold praying to the Goddess of Mercy, and a couple of times she regretted not being allowed to lead services almost as much as she regretted not being able to help in a more concrete way. Perhaps faith in the Bleeding Heart could have helped some of the others cope with their shared misery like her faith helped her, and the two dozen people chained to the ship's hold would certainly have made a captive audience.

When the ship crashes into something, Ilsa is thrown down and narrowly avoids hitting her head on a beam. She looks at the hole in the hull and wonders whether any of the crew are still alive or if they're doomed to die chained to a shipwreck. Sitting up, she dismisses the thoughts of their impeding death as useless and looks at the others. "Is everyone alive?" The thought occurs to her that since a piece of the ship's hull was gone, someone shackle's might have come free from the ship.

Toughness test: 97 vs 37. 6 degrees of failure.
Strength test: 49 vs 19. 3 degrees of failure. Toughness bonus is jut enough to soak that.

Were any of our fellow slaves chains attached to the part of the hull that got torn away?

pre:

Name: Ilsa
Career: Initiate of Shallya
Previous: None

Current skill profile
Main Profile
WS   BS   S   T   Ag  Int   WP   Fel
26   22   25  42  30  50    41   45 
         
Secondary Profile
A  W   SB   TB   M   Mag   IP   FP    
1  12  2    4    4   0     0    3

Career Advance scheme
Main Profile
WS   BS   S   T   Ag  Int   WP   Fel
+5   +5       +5      +10   +10  +10
         
Secondary Profile
A  W   SB   TB   M   Mag   IP   FP    
   +2

Skills:
Gossip
Common Knowledge (Empire)
Academic Knowledge (History, Theology)
Charm
Heal +10
Perception
Read/Write
Speak Language (Classical, Reikspiel)

Talents:
Hardy
Sturdy
Lightning Reflexes
Public Speaking
Suave
Savvy

Trappings:
Not much

Advances: 
Savvy
+5 Intelligence
+5 Toughness
+5 Willpower

Waci fucked around with this message at 17:55 on Oct 23, 2014

# ¿ Mar 1, 2014 12:56

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# ¿ Apr 29, 2024 17:38

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Ilsa notices that one of the elves had managed to break free. Excellent, it meant not all hope was lost for her fellow slaves and her. A mercy, and if the Norscan was right, not a just small one. "How many are alive and injured? Can anyone make informed guesses as to where we are?"

# ¿ Mar 5, 2014 22:32

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Fully aware that there's little she can do to help before being released, Ilsa sits down and waits. She tries looking for a splinter with which the elf could pick the lock on her chains, but doesn't really know what to look for. Weren't lockpics supposed to be thin metal bendy things? They never really covered picking locks with pieces of wood in the temple's school.

Finding a splinter. 61 vs 60. Failed by 1.

# ¿ Mar 9, 2014 03:56

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Unable to find a suitable splinter for the elf to pick the lock on her chains with, and noticing that people have simply started making group efforts to yank their chains free of the wood, Ilsa looks to Kragg for help. The two try yanking her chains off the wooden beam, but the chains prove more firmly attached than some of her peers.

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4432245/ 74 vs 25. I don't think Kragg's help is enough to fix that.

# ¿ Mar 14, 2014 19:44

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

When she sees people rushing out of the hold Ilsa starts to worry, but she keeps telling herself they would be back with the keys the elf had mentioned. Speaking half to herself, she looks at Otto. "They'll be back for us when they find the keys, right?"

# ¿ Mar 17, 2014 05:08

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Drowning out the thoughts of imminent drowning by focusing on Otto, Ilsa keeps yanking her chains, but if anything they somehow feel even more sturdily attached than they did before. "Travelled on the wrong highway on the wrong day."

Reroll: 81. You lot better come back and rescue us.

# ¿ Mar 26, 2014 09:25

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

When Angran comes back to free them, Ilsa sighs with relief and then mentally scolds herself for being surprised and thanks him. The trip might have been hard on her, but that wasn't a reason to expect the same kind of wanton cruelty from her fellow captives. Then she hears that Growt is still alive. A surprise, very much so, but a pleasant one. Clearly the others had some of Shallya's mercy in them. As she follows Angran out of the hold, she wonders whether she'd been strong enough be as merciful.

# ¿ Apr 13, 2014 19:52

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Tired from the less-than-pleasant journey, Ilsa tries to climb up to the main deck of the ship, but, having never been particularly agile or athletic to begin with, can't make it even close to being able to reach the deck. Trusting that the others would have the sense to take anything useful from the ship, she instead heads off to see what kind of place they had crashed in. She climbs the rocks on the shore, heading inland, but taking care to not go out of earshot of the others.

# ¿ Apr 22, 2014 04:22

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Returning form her short scouting trip, Ilsa sees the others getting off the sinking ship. Decent timing, then. "Come, this way. There's nothing much up there, but at least it's drier." She motions to the way up the rocks onto the island proper. Looking at the ragged group, she realises just how little of pretty much everything they have. "Nobody would have happened to find anything resembling medical supplies, or at least something that would pass for bandages, would they?"

# ¿ May 4, 2014 08:06

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa
Ilsa nods to Mathuviel, takes the bandages from the chest, and starts attending to the elf's wrists. She cleans the wounds the best as she can before bandaging them, but it's clear the elf's wrists would take some time to heal properly. She explains as much to her. "Try to keep them clean. We don't really have the resources to deal with an infection if one takes place, and who knows how far the nearest temple of Shallya is."

Finished with one of her elven patients, Ilsa realises she doesn't actually know what to call them. She'd really have to learn their names. Keeping track of who was who in her mind was one thing, but actually talking to people might require names rather than her mental categorisations. But that could be done later. For now, she moves over from the elf with pretty hands to the elf with the big nose. Angran looks battered, like all of them, but at least most of them didn't have blood seeping through their shirts. "Mind if I take a look at your chest? Think you were thrown quite badly when the ship crashed."

Mathuviel treated successfully, heals 1 wound. :welp:
Will also treat Otto and Angran if Epicurius and dichloroisocyanuric want me to. Feel free to act (and roll) on my behalf for those unless you want some sort of actual interaction.

Waci fucked around with this message at 19:36 on May 10, 2014

# ¿ May 10, 2014 19:34

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Huh, that's odd. "Anyone else hear drumming?"

# ¿ May 21, 2014 12:04

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

While the others attack the greenskins, Ilsa rushes down after the big burly types to check on the injured human lying on the ground. Her training wasn't really applicable to fighting while it was still going on, having always focused much more on dealing with the inevitable results, but the old man had appealed to the goddess for help, and that she could at least try to do.

Getting down to the old guy to see how I can help.

# ¿ Jun 5, 2014 13:27

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

When the old man pleads for help, Ilsa answers him in classical. "We'll do what we can to help." She crouches next to him and starts to undo his bonds, nut quickly notices that the knots are far too intricate for her to untie with no knowledge of knots, and looks around the battlefield for something sharp.

Looking for a knife or something to cut his bonds with.

Waci fucked around with this message at 07:55 on Jun 6, 2014

# ¿ Jun 6, 2014 07:50

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Having got her hands on the knife, Ilsa pauses for a second. What now? She could try to cut the old man free, like she'd intended to, but if she did, the ork would probably go for her again. The alternative was to try and help fight the shaman, but she had absolutely no experience or training with combat, and in any case, stabbing things wasn't really something Shallya wanted from her followers. Sure, it being a greenskin and trying to kill her and her friends probably went a long way to excusing it, but still, it felt like the wrong sort of thing to be doing. She rushes back to the old man and starts trying to cut the ropes binding him. Trying to slip the knife under the tightly bound ropes to saw on them in a direction that would have the sharp part of the knife not moving towards the man's skin, she accidentally nicks the old man. She mutters an embarrassed apology in classical and keeps sawing at the ropes with the crude knife, making progress at what could at best be described as a painfully slow rate.

Rolls here. Original roll to cut him free fails, as does the fate point reroll, but not by enough to actually injure him worse than being captured by orks has.

# ¿ Jun 10, 2014 11:59

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Ilsa blushes as she hears the old man's choice of swear, but though such ideas were not uncommon among some of the patients treated at Shallya's temples, she assumed that in this case the old man didn't mean it literally, and in any case the situation didn't exactly allow for her to hand him off to an elderly nun. She continues sawing through the ropes, and after a few seconds the knife slips through the rope and the old man's bonds suddenly loosen and slip off his wrists.

Roll: 18 vs 25.

# ¿ Jun 20, 2014 03:18

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Unsure of how to help finish the battle, Ilsa goes over to the old man and looks at him, looking for visible signs of injury. "Tu vulneratus es?" Sure, languages had never been her forte, but it was probably close enough to make herself understood, and she couldn't assume the old man spoke Reikspiel. She briefly wondered whether what she'd heard of some languages using a plural form of you to be polite to elderly strangers applied to classical, but for the life of her can't remember, and merely ends up regretting not paying more attention in class.

Checking up on old dude to avoid the problem of to fight or not to fight.

# ¿ Jul 3, 2014 23:42

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Ilsa gets out some of the bandages they had recovered from the shipwreck and starts going over Erik's wounds, but it quickly becomes clear that they're too severe for her to treat, and the bests he can do here and now is to stop them from getting worse. When she has done what she can, she looks at the old man. "Scisne ubinam sumus?" She also does her best to stop the bleeding from Growt's leg, muttering something about wasted mercy the whole time as she does so, but by that time the slaver had already lost a lot of blood, and she couldn't exactly scoop it off the ground and put it back in. "He may die anyway. There's not much I can do to to replace the blood he'd already lost."

Failed Healing test terribly, used a fate point, and failed only moderately. Then tried to heal Growt, and failed again.

# ¿ Jul 11, 2014 02:28

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Lets go. As for the charm roll, do we even have a reason to distrust him OOC? Seems like following a probably-Verenan old dude who we saved from orcs would be a safer bet than camping out int he open eating goblins.

# ¿ Jul 14, 2014 04:43

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Ilsa hadn't been frightened by the battle against the orks or its remains. She'd seen plenty of wounds, and had managed to avoid becoming tangled in the actual fighting. However, from the unmaintained state of their surroundings and the old man's words, she gathers that most of the local population had either fled or been killed by chaos. The realisation that they may have crashed into a land occupied primarily by chaos worshippers scared her far more than some blood and a greenskins did. She'd have to ask Keestake what had happened after chaos came, but that could wait until they got some food and rest.

# ¿ Jul 28, 2014 16:10

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Ilsa's nodding off in a corner, pleasantly lacking in slavers and greenskins for the moment, when she's jostled back into alertness by a scream. Against her sense of self-preservation, she rushes off in the direction of the noise, hoping but not believing that it was just one of the others stubbing their toe in the dark or cutting their hand while cooking, rather than orks or chaos marauders.

Doing the dumb thing and running towards the monster and the screaming.

pre:

WS	BS	S	T	Ag	WP 
25	22	25	37	30	34

A	W	M	FP
1     12/12	4	1/3

Weapons and armour:
None

Skills and Talents:
Ahahaha you think I have combat talents

# ¿ Sep 1, 2014 21:10

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Even with no deep understanding of combat, Ilsa still realises that doing it in the dark was not a good way to do it. Remembering that Erik had had a torch at some point, Ilsa rushes back to look for the torch before returning to the scene of battle.

Let there be ~~light~~fear tests!

pre:

WS	BS	S	T	Ag	WP 
25	22	25	37	30	34

A	W	M	FP
1     12/12	4	1/3

Weapons and armour:
None

Skills and Talents:
Ahahaha you think I have combat talents

# ¿ Sep 12, 2014 07:37

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Ilsa returns upstairs with the torch just in time to see the creature die screaming in classical. The realisation that the creature was probably one of the temple's original residents, driven so thoroughly insane by the ravages of the chaos hordes and the greenskins, was horrifying. Wondering how many others had survived at the expense of their sanity and humanity, a brief thought of what might happen to them even if they managed to avoid death by starvation or stabbing crosses her mind. Unsettled by the mental imagery, she has newfound respect for Keestake for having clung on to as much of his sanity as he had. Not wanting to spend any more time pondering the terrors inflicted on the people of this place, she sets off to tend to Kragg's wounds.

Though they lack anything resembling proper medical supplies, she does the best she can with Kragg, wiping his wounds clean of visible bits of dirt and torn fabric with the least dirty bit of cloth she can find amongst the group and tearing a strip of cloth to bind into a makeshift bandage. She doesn't mention it out loud, but while she felt certain her technique was fine, what she could achieve without proper supplies, or at least clean bandages and some alcohol, was mostly nominal. Hoping that she might at least have reduced the risk of Kragg's wounds getting worse than they already are, she sets off to find the food she'd heard the others discussing.

Weary from the sea-journey and the events since then, Ilsa offers Friedrich heartfelt thanks for her portion of the meal and wolfs it down, not knowing or caring what it was or where it had came from. She nods at Otto's suggestions. "Agreed. There's not much else we can do, so might as well go before we starve, or run into more things that want to kill us." If they didn't, they might all end up like Angran.

I don't know whether I can actually do anything mechanically useful with the supplies we have, but have a roll anyway just in case. 13, base TN (before inevitable situational modifiers) 50. Even if the lack of supplies prevents actual healing, that shoudl succeed enough to reduce the odds of us having to start messing with the infection and disease tables.

# ¿ Sep 27, 2014 18:22

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Ilsa gives Mathuviel a concerned look. "Do remember we don't actually have anything that would pass for an antivenom, no matter how hard you squinted and hoped."

Are you sure this is a good idea?

# ¿ Oct 15, 2014 02:52

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Waking up, Ilsa sees the rest of the group has recovered well from their trials and travails the day before. In fact, they had recovered miraculously well, and even the most grievously injured seemed to be in good shape. She has to resist an urge to start prodding the others to see whether their injuries were really as thoroughly gone as they seemed to be, but restrains herself to offering a prayer of gratitude to Shallya for having shown mercy to the group. Remembering where they are, she quickly adds in another one to Verena, privately embarrassed of her uncertainty over who was behind the miracle recoveries.

She nods at Keestake and Erik, eager to get moving. "Agreed. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can arrive somewhere else. There's not much here to stay for, and who knows, maybe where ever we're going wont try to kill us." Luck and divine power had favoured them and saved them from near death repeatedly. An opportunity like that wasn't one to waste.

Spending my xp on Savvy, +5 Intelligence, +5 Willpower, and +5 Toughness.

# ¿ Oct 24, 2014 00:12

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Following behind Mathuviel, Ilsa nods in response to the elf's question. They might have better luck here than at the temple, when it came to unexpected fellow occupants, but she wasn't willing to bet on it, and the elf had a better chance than any of the others of noticing someone before being noticed. Maybe nobody would die this time.

Ilsa will go somewhere behind fighty people, for obvious reasons.

Perception: 3 vs 50. Concealment: 50 vs 15.

# ¿ Oct 29, 2014 07:33

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

With a horrified look on her face, Ilsa motions for Kragg to hurry, alternating between beckoning for him to hurry into the manor house and pointing at the ork.

# ¿ Nov 6, 2014 02:18

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

Despite being far out of her comfort zone being chased by greenskins down into a the basement of a derelict mansion, Ilsa can see the writing on the wall. While the rest worry about orks and levers, Ilsa reds the repeating words on the walls and thinks of her lessons at the temple. Rex mortus. Semper vivit rex. The king is dead, long live the king? A memorial roo- no. That would have been... vivat? So this wasn't long live the king, this was... the king lives forever? Written on the entrance to what looked like a tomb, that was somewhat ominous, and raised a few questions. Depending on the answers, the orks might not be that bad after all. She looks at Keestake and asks some of the most urgent questions in a friendly tone. "Quando rex mortuus est? Eius filius semper vivitne?"

I am intentionally not sharing this with the rest of the party. I'm also stretching my grasp of grammar here, sorry about that, but it's more fun this way.

# ¿ Mar 1, 2015 13:24

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

"We're safe from the greenskins. We're in the tomb of a sorcerer-king, please treat everything you see here with the respect that demands." Ilsa looks at Keestake with sadness and concern. "Essemus mortui sine te. Ne laeserimus Eius Ipse gazis. Nos sola volumus brevis accessus apud Ipse uti potuerimus oraverimus confugissemus."

Attempting Charm at TN 45, will spend fortune points or even burn fate if necessary.

Waci fucked around with this message at 04:18 on Mar 15, 2015

# ¿ Mar 15, 2015 04:16

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# ¿ Apr 29, 2024 17:38

Waci: May 30, 2011; A boy and his dog.

Ilsa

"What else could we do? All we have you see, and as you say, there are enemies all about. As for trusting us not to plunder the Sea King's riches? How could we, even if we were compelled to do so? You've seen what we are, we don't have the greenskins numbers or the Reaver's unholy patrons. His power goes beyond life and death, how could we oppose his will even if we tried to?" As she speaks, Ilsa realises how short a time she has known the others for, and that Erik had seemed quite capable in combat. Perhaps the old man had a point? She tries not to let the fear show, and hopes the Norscan will not take the insult too personally. "By the Goddess and all others just or merciful, I swear we intend no harm to Himself, His people, or His property."

Charm, again. Fate point if necessary, again.

# ¿ Mar 15, 2015 07:16

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