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[quote="Piell" post="490587370"] Karl Wounds: 12/12 --- Fortune: 4/4 --- Resolve: 2/2 --- Advantage 7 Attacking beastman on me, phone posting at work so will update later @Piell: 1d100 (WS42 +15 Melee:Basic + 50 Advantage for effective 107) against beastmen I'm engaged with = (45) = 45 I forgot the spell bonus so its actually 7 DoS aimed at the head, for 11 damage (SB 3 + 7 DoS +1) @Piell: 1d100 (Endurance 41 + 60 advantage) Opposed Endurance checks to pummel, assuming my attack hit = (29) = 29 7 DoS here as well, if I win the beastman is stunned. Assuming I won both opposed checks that puts me at 7 advantage, since I gained one for my defense
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Shadows over the Reikland - Reikwald Wilderness Terrible cries and braying calls fill the morning air as the Reikwald resonates with the din of battle and bloodshed, crimson spatters joining the gleam of dew as life and limb are hewn. Swiftly executing the Ungor laid low beneath him, Friedrich then hastens to the next nearest grotesquerie in time to join Erika in battle—his arrival proving a fortuitous distraction as the busker’s brandished axehead buries deep in the beastman’s chest with a visceral crunch of collapsing ribs and shattering sternum. Pivoting, Karl delivers a sharp, lofty blow to the nearby Gor’s skull with a resounding thud from the beast’s thick head—goat eyes wild with anger and hatred at the man as the hulking creature shakes off the strike’s lingering effects. Not far from that gruesome demise, the Gor is beset by Dietmar as the brute wrenches its mired weapon free and swings a wide, clumsy hack; Dietmar ducks the blow deftly before lashing out at the hideous brute, the zealot’s flail cracking a sharp, decisive blow against the monster’s right leg with a sickening crack as the beastman howls in anger and pain. Sister Thekla bellows a battlefield sermon, Ulric’s priestess stoking flames in the hearts of her fellows in the field. Nearby, Elise turns her attentions to Conrad with a wild notion of entering the melee by proxy—and as she delivers her offer to the shackled bandit he gives her a look like she might be mad; despite this, he blinks once at her even as the pair can hear another crunch and cry from the melee beyond. From the foliage and undergrowth near the scholar and her charge, a bloodied ungor erupts with a guttural goat-wail flecking spittle and drool, brandishing a cruel hook at the bound man and his attendant before a woodsman’s axe sprouts from its skull between its stubby horns, eyes rolling back as Wolfgang appears. “Whole lot more of these wretches still coming.” The big man grunts at her. “We’re getting split up.” He gestures back whence he came. Further shouts and bellows carry through the gloom of the Reikwald beyond the open copse and blood-slicked grasses sway in the morning breeze. Circling round, the remaining bandits brace off and work to disengage from the ambushing escort and beastmen alike, bloodied with casualties in the din and chaos. Volkhard trudges through the dense wilds, blade brandished as he bellows out “Get the prisoner and withdraw, we’ll regroup!” Fixing Rosamunde with a fierce look, the scarred bandit woman draws cautiously away from the duelist alongside her fellows as further brays and the distant deep blare of another horn sounds out through the forest. Friedrich dispatches the downed Ungor tidily, joining Erika before Erika manages 8 degrees of success to the ungor’s negative 4 degrees of success. Needless to say, it is slain pretty much instantly. Karl clobbered the Gor as uncapped runaway advantage continues going bananas against an effect 117 target; the Gor managed to roll a 4 for the opposed Endurance check on the Stun, however, automatically succeeding against it and avoiding the Stunned condition. Technically, Beastmen resolve before Dietmar, but it doesn’t make a big difference here: the Gor had a running penalty from the prior round to begin with and rolled poorly on his attack. Afterward, Dietmar scored 4 degrees of success and in another fine performance, the Gor rolled a full-on 100, critically fumbling his defense in response and taking a negative 4 degrees of success as well. Dietmar deals 13 minus 4 toughness minus 1 tough hide for 8 net wounds. Alright, all that being laid out: As those following along likely gathered, we did an impressive train wreck stumbling into how 4th edition handles advantage and more than two-way engagements; in the interests of getting this train moving again, we’re going to expedite the remainder of this particular encounter into a fighting retreat and assuage how we want to deal with advantage and whatnot afterwards. Unless anyone has a great reluctance to do so, I am treating this as an across-board disengagement from the battle (the engaged ungors have been brutalized enough and the Gors bamboozled enough with advantage that I am content to call it a successful withdraw on the party’s side, coming out ahead in the grand scheme of things.) I’ll also afford the gang some spoils from felled opponents in our follow-up. Everyone gains 125 XP, though, in the meantime.
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Friedrich "Honest Freddy" Wounds: 11/11 --- Fortune: 0/4 --- Resolve: 2/2 --- Coin: 2S 31B No one has to tell Friedrich twice to get out of this ongoing disaster. Beastmen, bandits, he didn't want to think about anything else lest he tempt fate. And as everyone knew, fate was a spiteful, petty bitch of a thing. It just sits there waiting to happen, it has nothing else to do but wait for fools to tempt it. When they eventually stop to catch their breath he slumps back against the tree, trying to wipe the ichor off his hands onto some moss. "Well this went loving north all sorts of ways. I've never seen beastmen in these woods. Not like that, anyway."
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Karl Wounds: 12/12 --- Fortune: 4/4 --- Resolve: 2/2 --- Advantage "Well, that was exciting! I ain't never been in a real fight with people before, or beastmen neither, but I don't reckon I did half bad!" Karl says brightly. "I think Lefty bit a guy somewhere in there too!" the blood dripping from the dog's mouth seems to support this conclusion. Holding onto XP for now since I'm not sure what I'm doing yet. Piell fucked around with this message at 02:01 on Jan 10, 2019 |
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Erika Laut, Busker Wounds: 12/12 | Fortune: 1/3 | Resolve: 3/3 Erika breathes heavily, the axe suddenly heavy in her arms. Gods, she'd hacked that beastman near apart. Maybe she'd be able to parlay that feat into some sort of upwards mobility. Guards didn't seem to do much, but from all the coin they seemed to spend when she was performing... hm. She resolves to float the concept by the Graf's man when they all get their well-earned rewards. She also grabs what she can from the fallen bandits before the group takes off. Keeping my 190 for the moment, likely to swap over to Guard during downtime/narratively as part of the reward from the Graf.
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 Elise Gottfield "Had a feeling you'd say that," muttered Elise, she muttered before grabbing the chains that held his hands behind his back. She took out her dagger and walked with him, a surprisingly muscular arm wrapping around his armpit to put him in something approaching a half nelson. She marched down the hill towards her allies and the sound of battle which- seemed to be fading. "Non'uv you fuckers move, or I'll ruin your boy's nice shirt an-" She looked around the clearing and saw the sight before her. The retreating bandits, the Gor. She paused and her grip on him slackened. "Well. gently caress this then, eh? Everyone alright?"
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Shadows over the Reikland - Reikwald Trail Though much of the procession is scattered as the headlong rush of fighting retreat sprawls in the reikwald’s reaches—a short while later, bruised and weary bodies begin to gather and regroup. Wolfgang seems to have survived the melee only moderately welted—though in the din and chaos several individuals seem too as of yet remain scarce. Gesturing to Elise and her prisoner, the big woodsman nods. “Still got that one, eh?” After taking a swig from a weighty waterskin, the brawny fellow offers a pull to the scholar. “Where’s the rest of the lot?” With Friedrich, Rosamunde, Karl and Erika reaching the others in kind, Siegward and Volkhard still seem to be missing—at least at the present juncture—as morning light filters down through the gloom-wreathed canopy above. Taking stock of what fleeting figures had seized from felled foes, the looted lot seems to include smatterings of arsenal and armor generously described as ‘used’—what with the blood and all on various articles. This somewhat ironically serves as a decent enough explanation for some player absences sustained at present as well, all things considered. Spoils: 2 axe hand weapons 1 short sword hand weapon 1 great axe 1 shield 2 daggers 1 flail 1 sling 1 throwing knife 1 leather jack 1 leather jerkin 2 leather leggings 1 leather skullcap 1 mail coif 1 sling bag 2 waterskins 1 pair of fine boots
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Thekla Thekla's retreat involves a lot of chopping at anything in her way, and when she arrives, it is with a splash of blood over her facepaint - not her own. She is smiling broadly as she emerges from the chaotic woods, having finally caught up to everyone else. "Ulric was with us, eh? Pity about the beasts getting riled, though - I'd have loved to take their heads." She looks down at the armor. "And there is Ulric's gift, yeah? Lovely armor, just a bit of blood."
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 Dietmar Riehl Wounds: 9/12 Dietmar straggles in on the tail of everyone else, his injured leg stained a rusty brown and bloody footprints left in his wake. His eyes stand wide open, pupils shrunk to a dot as he stares around in a daze, mumbling about monsters and hating them all. Even as the others divide up the loot, the flagellant stands off to the side of the group, twitching at every little sound the forest makes. Dietmar will take anything offered to him, but won't claim anything on his own.
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Rosamunde Echstein Wounds 11/11 --Armor 1 (Head, Arms, Body) -- Fortune 3/3 -- Resolve 3/3 "Not really how I hoped this would go, but most of us are still alive. I hate to sound cold, but I'm not volunteering to go looking for those two. They both looked like they could take care of themselves, especially the witch hunter." Rosamunde surveys the battered and bloody equipment, then the others, and shrugs. "I'm already better armed and armored than anyone here. Take what you like and I might scavenge anything left untouched." I'm already pretty armored so I'll take a pair of leggings and the mail coif only if literally nobody else takes them. Everything else can go in the sell pile for all I care.
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Erika Laut, Busker Wounds: 12/12 | Fortune: 1/3 | Resolve: 3/3 Erika tosses her gore-spattered axe into the pile, quickly retrieving the shield and short sword. She says, "I'll take these, I think. Buff the rust off, a little oil... yeah, these'd fit a Graf's guard for sure." Shield and trading Hand Weapon (Axe) for Hand Weapon (Short Sword) for me, feel free to go ham on the armor.
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Karl Wounds: 12/12 --- Fortune: 4/4 --- Resolve: 2/2 --- Advantage Karl grabs the leather jack and a pair of leggings, putting them on over his clothes. "I ain't in a hurry to get stabbed." Taking the leather jack and a pair of leggings Piell fucked around with this message at 17:54 on Jan 17, 2019 |
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Friedrich "Honest Freddy" Wounds: 11/11 --- Fortune: 0/4 --- Resolve: 2/2 --- Coin: 2S 31B Friedrich looked down at his dagger, thinking back to the fight. Maybe there is something to this. It had felt, natural. Just running in to try and take down those beasts. Perhaps he had missed his calling? He reaches down to the pile of loot and takes a look at the boots. He compares them to his feet before trading out his tattered footwear for these rather fine boots. A good fit as well, bit of cloth and might even be able to keep his feet dry in the muck. Luxury. He will also try to claim one of the axes. Handy things to have around, those. Would serve him better than his trusty dagger in those sorts of scraps anyway. He will also claim the throwing dagger if no one else does. "So what do we do now? Make for the main road, try to outrun whatever is going on here?"
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Thekla Thekla takes the jerkin and one of the spare axes, to wield beside the one she already had. She nods. "Seems our best plan - we still have a job to do." Grabbing the jerkin, and also have spent enough XP to finish tier 1 of Priest.
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Erika Laut, Busker Wounds: 12/12 | Fortune: 1/3 | Resolve: 3/3 Erika nods, "I figure we make a break for it as quickly and quietly as we can, hope the stragglers find us. If the beastmen are running wild tonight, I think these bandits are going to have more pressing problems then their captured boss."
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For a few minutes, the elf just watches the adventurers as they pick through the belongings of their fallen foes, tapping his fang and claw covered staff against his chin in thought. They'd just rerouted the ungor hide he'd been trailing, albeit with the unexpected interference of the local bandits. Certainly they'd fared better than he had with his tricks. After a moment of thought the elf pushes through the undergrowth with a loud rustling, standing stern and tall at the edge of the clearing. He is clad in leather and fur, with talismans of claws and fangs dangling from his neck and staff; his face is scarred and he covers most of his head with a dingy looking bandanna, with a long trail of dirty brown hair down the back and sides of his head. His one visible eye is golden in color, and he moves across the clearing with purpose and a distinct lack of grace or sophistication. "Nice work with the beastmen. I'm definitely impressed. So, pray answer me a simple question." The elf leans against his staff, eyeing the group before him. "Just what in the gently caress are a bunch of Imperials doing in this part of the forest, anyways? Are you mad? Suicidal? Stupid? Distinct mixtures of the three? The woods are FULL of those accursed beasts and here you all are, bumbling through like inbred children, right into a battle with the idiot creatures, and yet you somehow bested them." He shakes his head. "Truly, I am gobsmacked. Kurnous must favor you lot for some unfathomable reason, else you'd be a snack for the carrion feeders."  Grayleaf Name: Grayleaf Age: ELF Height: 6'4" Eyes: Amber Hair: Brown Race: Wood Elf Career: Wizard Class: Wizard XP: 425 WS 40 (30+10) BS 34 (30+4) S 30 (20+10) T 26 (20+6) Init 50 (40+10) Ag 48 (30+18) Dex 40 (30+10) Int 40 (30+10) WP 38 (20+18) Fel 24 (20+4) Wounds: 12/12 Fate: 1 Resilience: 1 Skills: Athletics Climb +3 Endurance +3 Entertain (Sing) Intimidate +3 Language (Eltharin) Melee (Basic) +5 Outdoor Survival +5 Perception +5 Ranged (Bow) Stealth (Rural) +5 Track +5 Chanelling (Amber) +5 Dodge +5 Intuituion +5 Language (Magick) +5 Lore (Magic) +5 Melee (Polearm) +5 Talents: Acute Sense (Sight), Night Vision, Read/Write, Rover, Second Sight, Aethyric Attunement, Petty Magic Gear: Clothing, Dagger, Pouch, Sling Bag containing Writing Kit and 4 sheets of Parchment, Grimoire, Staff, Magical License Stat Rolls: 10#2d10 6 11 10 9 8 10 14 13 13 10 +425 from game currently 0/425 Petty Magic - 100 XP Career Up - 200 XP Arcane Magic (Amber) - 100 XP
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 Karl Wounds: 19/19 --- Fortune: 2/2 --- Resolve: 3/3 --- Advantage For a moment, Karl seems shorter than he was previously, but that feeling soon passes. He was always that height, wasn't he? "On second that, that axe looks pretty nice," Karl says as he picks it up and puts it through a few practice swings. He is surprised for a moment by the sudden appearance of the elf, but quickly recovers. "Well, they didn't seem all that tough, I guess? Who knew fightin' folks was so much fun!" Gaist has graciously allowed me to rebuild Karl as a dwarf. During his transformation, he learned how great fighting was and decided Pit Fighter was what he actually was. Backstory remains mostly the same, Rat Catcher was just demoted from Career to career. Piell fucked around with this message at 02:09 on Feb 7, 2019 |
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Elise Gottfield There was a pretty slippery patch of ground; that was the closest thing to being in any real danger Elise had managed to be in for the last few minutes. She marched with Conrad down the slope towards the rest of her travelling party before looking around, mostly at Karl. "Fecksake, stunty," she muttered. "Rosa, love, c'mere a mo." She moved on over to Dietmar. "Stay still, ya ugly bastard... Can't grump about th' Gods if ye'r dead now, can ye?" She tore some cloth off her hood and wrapped it around a cut on the man. Spending 100xp to move to Physician. Taking the Heal skill at +3. Rolling heal on Dietmar. Getting an assist for +10 from Rosamunde. literally_a_ghostToday at 11:47 PM /roll 1d100 #vs ( Ini 34 + 3 skill + 10 assist ) Healing Dietmar SidekickBOTToday at 11:47 PM @literally_a_ghost: 1d100 vs ( Ini 34 + 3 skill + 10 assist ) Healing Dietmar = (38) = 38 Intelligence bonus = 3 wounds back. She pulled back and looked him over briefly before nodding. "Don't turn sharply and you'll be right as rain," she said, quietly, looking over at the elf. A roll of her eyes. An elf. Just what they needed. I'd go for the boots and any armor left over... Sion fucked around with this message at 01:00 on Jan 20, 2019 |
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Rosamunde Echstein Wounds 11/11 --Armor 3 (Partial Head) 1 (All) -- Fortune 3/3 -- Resolve 3/3 John Dyne posted:"Nice work with the beastmen. I'm definitely impressed. So, pray answer me a simple question." The elf leans against his staff, eyeing the group before him. "Just what in the gently caress are a bunch of Imperials doing in this part of the forest, anyways? Are you mad? Suicidal? Stupid? Distinct mixtures of the three? The woods are FULL of those accursed beasts and here you all are, bumbling through like inbred children, right into a battle with the idiot creatures, and yet you somehow bested them." Rosamunde's initial surprise at the elf's arrival and his ragged appearance is replaced with a spike of misplaced anger. Her ego was already bruised enough without some knife-ear implying she was an idiot. "I don't know who you are or what you want, elf, but if you always make a habit of introducing yourself by insulting large groups of armed strangers then I very much doubt we're the idiots. We're transporting a dangerous criminal and we'd hoped to avoid his compatriots. How they tracked us down off the beaten path, I don't know."
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Grayleaf "I make it a habit to AVOID others, but you lot stampeding through here like a herd of fat children towards a bakery made it difficult to NOT come across you." He brushes his furs down, scowling at the woman. "I will have you know that, along with being a WOOD elf, I wield the winds of magic, madam, in particular the Amber wind of Ghur, so I am not particularly concerned with whether or not you are armed." He gestures towards whatever weapon Rosamunde actually has with the end of his staff as he speaks. Grayleaf glances the woman over before looking to her compatriots, scoffing once she explains the why of her group's presence. "Yes, how COULD bandits, who have prowled these woods and make them their home and safehaven for years, have POSSIBLY found a group of tourists from Altdorf who simply crash their way through the underbrush while singing tales of their valor, particularly while hauling their companion whom CERTAINLY hasn't been communicating with them in secret in some way unfamiliar to you, the heroes of this tale who are aware of all that occurs 'round them." The elf's face betrays no emotion or sarcasm as he speaks, and he simply stares at Rosamunde levelly once he is done. "You lot are making my research, and in turn my life, difficult, and it would be in the best interest of all parties-" He pauses, looking towards the shackled Conrad. "-in the best interest of MOST parties if I were to assist you through the forest and see your task done."
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Erika Laut, Busker Wounds: 12/12 | Fortune: 1/3 | Resolve: 3/3 Erika is nothing if not used to hecklers. Admittedly, usually the sort that are about to drown themselves in their latest cup of swill, but from her brief experiences with this elvish vagabond... well. Despite all the elvishness in the world, drunk assholes remain drunk assholes. She says, "Well, I'm not sure about the rest of you lot, but if it means getting out of the woods sooner than not... lead on, sir elf."
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Thekla “Sounds to me like other people avoid you because you’re too drat smug, elf.” She bares her teeth in what might be a smile. “You’ve a funny way of offering a favor, with so many insults. Are you so sure of yourself that you want to insult the honor of a winter wolf?” She wiped the blood from her face, flicking her fingers to splash it on the elf. “Or do you not remember what happens to your vaunted woods in winter?”
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Grayleaf The elf glances down at the blood flicked at him and snorts a laugh. "The forest becomes harsher and deadlier in winter, and so do its denizens. Do you know what a single wolf does?" He gestures towards the recently looted dead with his staff. "It becomes difficult for it to hunt, so it scavenges from carrion killed by other, stronger creatures. This proves difficult to sustain itself and in time, it simply dies, unless it falls in line with a new pack." Grayleaf chuckles dryly, rolling his neck to one side to pop it. "Perhaps you weren't aware, but the Amber wind is the wind of animalism and bestial power, so I am well aware of what a wolf is capable of. I take it from your predilection for the lupine you are either a follower of Ulric or a follower of Taal?" Grayleaf wipes the blood from his clothing absentmindedly, now studying Thekla with a curious gaze. "I would put gold on you being a follower of Ulric, simply for the fact you haven't lost your mind for how your fellows move through the forest." He sighs, moving his bandana to the side to brush hair away from the scarred mess that is his covered eye. "If it would make things simpler, allow me to apologize, and properly introduce myself. I am Grayleaf, and I have made this forest my home so I may study Ghur and better myself at my art. I would prefer to be sketching birds, but the beastmen are on the move, and for it everything else is on the move, and so I must do what I can to bring a few minutes of peace so I can continue my studies."
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Thekla For a moment, Thekla just stands there, her eyes narrowing. She tilts her head slightly, not unlike a mildly confused dog. “You say a lone wolf. It seems the vaunted wisdom of the elves is all myth, and the knowledge of wizards is nothing but talk. Or for all your magic, can you not see when a pack of wolves stand together? Ulric’s chosen are never alone.” As she speaks, her fist flies for Grayleaf’s jaw. “If you would have peace, remember that when you apologize, you should mean it.” Mors Rattus fucked around with this message at 07:54 on Jan 20, 2019 |
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Grayleaf Just as he opens his mouth for another smart retort, the elf feels the full force of an insulted follower of Ulric's fury straight into his mouth. All in the span of a second he blinks, eye widening in surprise as his head jolts backwards and his teeth clatter in his skull. Grayleaf loses grip of his staff as he reels, his hand going to his face and his eye watering in pain. He takes a moment to recover, gingerly touching his newly busted lip and bringing the bloodied fingers to where he can look at them. After the shock on his face fades he laughs, shaking his head. "Damnation, if someone had taken that bet I'd be a gold crown richer, for all the good it does me out here." He grins, his teeth pink from the blood in his mouth. "Definitely one of the wolf god's. I suppose I deserved that, but do understand that in this situation, we are ALL the lone wolf. Unless I am mistake, you are Ulric's only worshiper in this field today, as his warriors are typically uncommon. Your friends fight as individuals rather than a pack, and are currently stripping the pants from a man who can no longer benefit from them. And myself? I am a stranger among strangers, pursuing a prey I cannot hope to defeat alone." He bends down to pick up his staff, sighing as he does. "My apology was sincere, even for my lack of practice speaking with other sapient beings. Much of my discussions of late have been with wildlife, who care little for concepts like philosophy or honor. They are very human things. I pray this puts us on a better path, one involving fewer busted lips and bruised egos."
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Friedrich "Honest Freddy" Wounds: 11/11 --- Fortune: 0/4 --- Resolve: 2/2 --- Coin: 2S 31B "I appreciate an elvish fop getting punched in the face as much as the next fella, but I'm just going to go out on a limb and say we continue this conversation anywhere else but here. We're well off the tracks I know and seems there's a bit of a beastman problem that way now. So'z elf, you know a way to get to the other side of this fuckin' forest? Preferably without running into any more goats, if'n ya please." professor_curly fucked around with this message at 17:12 on Jan 20, 2019 |
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Shadows over the Reikland - Reikwald Wilderness Wolfgang regards the new arrival warily, watching the interplay between the elf and Sister Thekla—before the brawny woodsman looses a hearty laugh as the man receives a more firsthand introduction to Ulric’s blessings. Gathering up his axe, Wolfgang stands as he nods to Friedrich in kind, shouldering the weapon as he turns to address Grayleaf. “We’ve been run astray, but best not to remain lost in the Reikwald with beastmen about.” Scratching at his beard, the big man casts a look off into the wilderness. “Just hope the others made it through.”
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Elise Gottfield "Dietmar, get your mitts on somethin' nice from the pile. I'm sure that Sigmar protects, but he won't tie your shoelaces..." Elise looked left, and then right and then left again. She looked over at Greyleaf and Freddy and settled on Wolfgang. "Canny," she said. She grabbed Conrad again and started to walk with him. "Sorry 'bout that. You ken't I'd never actually shank ye," she muttered. Grabbing the Fine Boots, a Dagger and a waterskin. Updated loot list following everyone that's posted so far: 2 axe hand weapons 1 dagger 1 flail 1 sling 1 throwing knife 1 leather skullcap 1 sling bag 1 waterskins Sion fucked around with this message at 20:55 on Jan 29, 2019 |
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Rosamunde Echstein Wounds 11/11 --Armor 3 (Partial Head) 1 (All) -- Fortune 3/3 -- Resolve 3/3 Rosamunde's retort towards the elf dies into a smile as Thekla takes care of the problem. Her honor technically satisfied, she moves her hand away from her blade and nods at Friedrich and Wolfgang. "Let's move along before the beastmen reorganize, if indeed they can be called organized to begin with. I'm in no hurry to find out how many more live here."
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Shadows over the Reikland - Größtenloch Approach Joined by grandiose elven company, the remaining escort rouses from their brief bout of respite before taking once more to the road to Eisenstadt. A gray shroud hangs over the treetops of the Reikwald as the sun hides away, wispy winds carrying with them a chill that lingers overlong. With wary glances cast about the encroaching wilds, haggard and weary travelers walk the dusty road, some with aches still clinging from the frenzied melee. While no further foulness springs forth from the gloom at their backs, cresting a sloped rise in the road offers a vantage of what lies ahead: Größtenloch, set along the road to Eisenstadt with its disheveled wooden palisade surrounding. Among broad puddles remnant from the rains, its squat structures and steads ring about the path through its would-be walls and out the other side. A column of black smoke unfurls from some great bonfire in the village square with a congregation of muddy folk glimpsed in its vicinity. Some among the gathering bear cloaked garb, while others seem to have eschewed garments almost entirely. A potent scent of burnt pork carries downwind past the procession. You have traveled about three miles without incident; the village of Größtenloch lies ahead. The locals appear to be having a curious party. GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at 16:38 on Feb 1, 2019 |
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Feb 1, 2019 16:36
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Rosamunde Echstein Wounds 11/11 --Armor 3 (Partial Head) 1 (All) -- Fortune 3/3 -- Resolve 3/3 Rosamunde looks uneasily between the forest behind them and the village full of half-naked peasants ahead of them, suddenly unsure of which is worse. "Sister Thekla, you're more likely to know than anyone: does that look... right? Religiously? I know Taal and Rhya are associated with that sort of thing, but you never know with these backwater types..."
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Feb 5, 2019 02:48
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Erika Laut, Busker Wounds: 12/12 | Fortune: 1/3 | Resolve: 3/3 Erika shrugs, "It seems a typical village festival to me. I've no doubt my particular set of skills would be welcome, so if you want me to head down and get a better idea as to what, exactly, they're celebrating..." The pork smells absolutely delightful and, in her estimation, there's no comparing the delights of a festival and the horrors of the woods. She could use a drink. She could use several drinks.
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Feb 5, 2019 18:44
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Greyleaf The wizard had become a fair bit more amicable after catching a cross to the chin, and had reigned in his foul attitude as best as he could, particularly around the Ulrician. Most of his commentary focused on the animals of the region, and what information (little as it was) he had gleaned from them during his time out in the forest. Atop the hill above Größtenloch, Greyleaf scowls and shakes his head. "It may be a surprise to you all but this is a town of inbred morons. I've attempted trade with them once or twice, but they have little interest in the goods of the forest, and I had a run in with one of their merchants when the idiot tried to put a spear through my chest while boar hunting. I'm sure they're celebrating one of your human deities of the hunt, since I believe only the druchii have any sort of god to loving your own sister." The elf spits in disgust at having to speak the name of the dark elves, and he pauses a moment to scratch his back with his staff. "I can't say I know for sure what they're doing, though. I kept to myself as much as I could, and I never much saw a need to learn about the people living out here." "That pork smells absolutely terrible, though; woodland bumpkin cooking at its finest, I suppose. Not to my tastes, but to each their own. Though I am amazed any of those morons could actually KILL a boar. I've watched a few of them try to hunt in the past and, prior experiences with that near sighted merchant excluded, it was truly comical." He snorts, scratching his nose as he squints at the town. "Man is terribly good at learning, I suppose."
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 Thekla Before Thekla stares at Grayleaf for several minutes after he picks up his staff...then nods, smiling. "Aye - maintain this and we'll be fine friends, elf. You've at least more of the winter's bite than the soft dandies of your kind I've seen in cities." Now Thekla's nostrils flare. Pork? Pork would be good...but this festival is odd. Rhya? Taal? She shakes her head. Not her style. This isn't Ulrican, that much she knows. "It's certainly not the Winter Wolf. Could be Taal, but if so, not one I've ever seen." 'Druchii' sounds like an insult, but not one Thekla understands. "That said, Taalites would know how to down a boar. So would Ulricans, for that matter. So if they're as awful at hunting as you say, who knows?"
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Dietmar Riehl "I don't know either. But Ma raised me to be polite and do what everyone else is doing, if I'm not sure what is going on. She said it's safer to not stand out. So I'm going to go down and ask if I can join in, see if I can get a bite to eat and warm up after all this..." The newly won skull cap, sized for someone with a far larger head than the small zealot, bounces around on Dietmars head as he begins a swift shuffle into the village. 3 DoF on a lore (sigmar) test, so Dietmar doesn't know anything. But he's tired, hungry and not thinking particularly well after the fight. Also, he took the remaining skull cap since nobody else wanted it. Still holding off on spending XP until downtime.
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Friedrich "Honest Freddy" Wounds: 11/11 --- Fortune: 0/4 --- Resolve: 2/2 --- Coin: 2S 31B "Food and lodgings seem to be in order. Someone safe to store the rear end in a top hat that his bandit friends can't easily spring him from. If we put our feet up here I expect they'll catch up before long... But I think it would be prudent to try and let things dry out a bit. Perhaps pick up some local news, wait to see if the goats come screaming. If they do I'd rather be on that side of the wall than this one." Friedrich starts marching down into the village, trying to find an inn or some family with spare rooms that could be rented. Mostly ignoring the... whatever that was, for now.
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Shadows over the Reikland - Größtenloch Treading down the winding slope of the approach the procession approaches Größtenloch's gate--the wooden rise laid open for the comings and goings of mid-day; despite the wickedness afoot in the Reikwald, the common folk of this mud-streaked community appear none the wiser. Dietmar moves swiftly, joined by the others on the way through the muddy road into the village. Friedrich takes to the fore among the first to enter, garnering glances from men and women at the periphery of the peculiar festivities while he spies a larger congregation circled about low stalls where fragrant cooked pork appears to be readily available. Nearby, several large barrels of ale have been brought out into the commons beside which an enormously stout woman wearing an impressive rack of antlers brandishes a branch in broadly swept blessings of some sort. A long, squat building with a somewhat disheveled roof proves to be likely lodging for Friedrich's inquiry for modest pennies--but with the current festivities, it's rather crowded for accommodations, saying little of the powerful odors emanating from within. Across the crowded commons Sister Thekla spies a thickset man with a considerable beard wearing the pelt of a gray wolf about his shoulders; the man's expression is a sour one as he listens to a foppish looking fellow whose fine garments have accumulated mud they are ill-suited to bear. Everyone can have another 25 XP.
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