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[Tiruin]

((I take it you are all for regrouping and nothing else?))

[Caellath]

((Yes, regroup.))

[Digital Hellhound]

((Yah, nothing special.))

[Tiruin]

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Spoiler: Actions (click to show/hide)

{Regroup [5]}

Spoiler: Standing Modifiers (click to show/hide)

Night
Spot Chances [-1 to those without a current light source ; +1 to others wielding a light source ; -1 to Ranged Accuracy Defense]

-Turn 11: The Enemy of my Enemy...-

You hear the footsteps of the bowmen slowly fade into silence as you make your way to Shella's position, confident in your purpose. You have gotten this far without any major mistakes, and you won't be giving it up now. Looking at your cargo, they seem compliant in staying in their inert state, uncomplaining and seemingly, defeated.

Your horses flank Shella as you gaze at the sight you had witnessed earlier, the very details she pointed out, yet now in clear view emphasized by the lighting around you.

{1 > 1}

As you decide on the plan of attack, the center-most pavilion of the camp lights up in a garish blue for a few seconds, lighting the whole camp and its surrounding perimeter until the skyline, stretching farther and farther until your position, stopped only by the thick veil of trees. Its brightness illuminates the area before fading to the faint azure of the skies above. You can make out seven faint silhouettes by the shadows cast against the canvas walls, seemingly arrayed in a concentric pattern judging by the distance. Faint images of what seem to be pagan runes or at least some kind of writing system flash in the corners of your vision as an afterimage as the light recedes.

If there was any commotion or natural reaction by the inhabitants of the camp or the surrounding areas, none were sighted or seen except for the indistinct scent of candlewax and herbal fragrances now pervading the atmosphere.

The sound of a falling body in the hard mud alerts those with keen hearing, and you discover that one of your captives has fallen, his bound face relaxed and staring into the skies above.

You can hear the muffled cries of the others in their restraints, intoning a feeling of fear or shock. However, you also sense a certain tension...within the camp, and feel your strength wane for a moment before returning.

Spoiler: Captives (click to show/hide)

Bandit Axeman 3: 0/18 - Dead
Bandit Spearman 5: 10/16 - Disarmed; Knocked Out
Bandit Swordsman "Dweonir": 11/20 - Disarmed ; Demoralized
Bandit Swordsman "Gerrick": 13/15 - Disarmed ; Demoralized

> Loot is being carried by Eisen...

Bandit Spearman 1: 0/18 - Dead ; Looted
Bandit Bowman 2: 0/18 - Dead ; Looted
Bandit 4: 0/16 - Dead ; Looted

> By the road.

Spoiler: Loot Gathered (click to show/hide)

1x Iron Spear - Having no discernible sign of ownership, this mundane weapon is plainly described as a stick with a pointy, leaf-shaped tip. A rudimentary tool used both in peace and war, it is nonetheless useful in most events and even in battle, where a trained soldier can utilize its simple concept to its full advantage.

1x Iron Stiletto - Knives, Small Blades, Daggers. Whatever carries the fancy of the common tongue, this sharp blade has been honed and edged to be able to easily cut through armor, ending in a needle-like point. This 'dagger' is specialized in forms of thrusting and stabbing, other than cutting or slashing.

2x Iron Broadsword - Featuring a basket-hilt, this sword has a heavier blade and a crossguard for the wielder's protection. It is commonly used by the militant factions of the land, as compared to the civilian rapier.

Spoiler: NPCs//Ranges (click to show/hide)

Syra: 9/10     
Rhea: 5/5 - Unarmed     

> Everyone is in Melee Range of each other.

Spoiler: Sal'savira; IronyOwl (click to show/hide)

Gender: Female
Age: 19
Class: Seeker
Race: Malkaven

Health: 24/30

Skills:
Perserverance
Agile

Physical Description:
- Appearance: Sal'sivira looks fairly normal for a Malkaven- a crow-woman with large, blank white eyes that reflect light, a long, serrated beak, great wings coming off her back, oversized, taloned hands, and even more oversized, larger-taloned feet.

- Clothing: She wears a ragged-looking but well-made black tunic with a belt and thin leather strap running diagonally around it for hanging things from. She also carries a large, wide-brimmed hat and pair of tinted goggles, both for when it's too sunny out.

Inventory:

Black Spear/ This spear is a standard Malkaven weapon- ragged and ancient looking, but sturdy and well-kept nonetheless.

Silverscale Armor/ This shiny silver armor appears to be composed of a series of pointy oval or rounded diamond scales or plates, and is indeed made from the hide of a Silverscale, a type of fish larger than a horse. Its scales are protective and very durable, which causes the Malkaven to overlook their preference for ragged black and use it fairly routinely.

Bandit Cloak and Armor/ A mix-up of hardened leather patches along with several small belts for tightening, you wear the outer clothing of the common brigand. It covers most of your face except for the eyes and ears, the body and arms and thighs excluding the hands and legs. Any distinguishable marks or tattoos are easily hidden by these loose garments. Sadly, they afford little protection against the tools of war, made more for mobility and survival and even then fare as well as commoner clothing.

Vae's Knucklebones/ Made from the literal knuckles of the first two fingers of the right hand of a novice elven necromancer, these four strangely shaped "dice" have the power to tell the future and discern the secrets of the dead. The results are usually cryptic and of limited accuracy and power, owing to both Sal'sivira's lack of divination skill and Vae's lack of power, but can sometimes be useful nonetheless.

Elemental Amulet/ A communication device widely used by the more unconventional militant forces of the land, this amulet is naught but a simple trinket attached to a chain with an opalescent gemstone in it's middle. It transmits whichever sound or sight the wearer holds to others who wear the same, similarly to a vivid vision in the mind's eye of the scene in question. It is highly attuned to the magical forces.

Potion of Skill/ A concoction of unknown origins, this bottle contains a liquid that shines like the day, however non-luminescent and tasting like honey. It is said to amplify the imbiber's kinesthetic senses, giving him or her the ability to make pinpoint strikes with any weapon chosen. Sadly, it's concentrated form is volatile, thus leading to the product you see now - a small drought contained within a flask.

Spoiler: Shella Gavuatu; Dwarmin (click to show/hide)

Gender: Female
Age: 23
Class: Hunter
Race: Orc

Health: 17/20

Skills:
Deadeye
Vindication

Physical Description:
- Appearance: Shella is a 5.3 Orc female with a well muscled build, a tight stomach and an impressive body. She possesses tough and smooth dark green skin, and long, coal black fine hair that descends almost to her waist in a swaying sheaf. Her eyes are a calming shade of the ocean, deep blue-large and emotive-topped by a pair of arcing black eyebrows. She has two short tusks jutting from her mouth on side, each adorned with a stylized ring of obsidian-her teeth resemble fangs, though not large enough to be threatening normally. Her legs and hips are well toned and strong, giving her a very animalistic look. The mark of ecid is on her left wrist.

- Clothing: Shella is wearing a full body undersuit of light, non reflective black chainmail and thick leather mixed and matched, leaving little to the imagination-heavy, ironshod leather boots adorn her feet, combined with chainmail studded into leather pants, and mismatched plate pieces over both her knees. Half leather and chain protect her chest and arms, and and while her left hand is Ecid marked, she's wearing a fingerless green cloth glove on her right hand. She's wearing two bracers made of some sort of spiked chitine material. Around her waist is a heavy belt with at least 6 large storage slots and many smaller compartments She's wearing a heavy body length cloak and fancy three cornered hat of the same color as her skin.

Inventory:

Gavuatan Orcish Slurbow/ A crossbow like weapon Shella favors, with a distinctive wooden hood over the top of the stock. There is a gap between this shroud and the stock that allows the string to travel unimpeded, firing either traditional bolts for common enemies, or rounded lead shot against foes like the undead. She can reload it with a single hand, using her thumb to cock it back, but requires both to fire accurately.

Clan Armor/ Handcrafted from pieces she has taken over the years from worthy enemies, Shellas armor is sturdy and light-giving her full range of movement and protecting her from errant blows. she feels more comfortable in the armor, than out.

Bandit Cloak and Armor/ A mix-up of hardened leather patches along with several small belts for tightening, you wear the outer clothing of the common brigand. It covers most of your face except for the eyes and ears, the body and arms and thighs excluding the hands and legs. Any distinguishable marks or tattoos are easily hidden by these loose garments. Sadly, they afford little protection against the tools of war, made more for mobility and survival and even then fare as well as commoner clothing.

Obsidian Oath Rings/ An Orcish Tusk-mark that denotes one who has taken a vow of revenge-she's wearing two, which indicates two separate vows. They cannot be removed by any Earthly force until these tasks are completed, or is rendered invalid by fate-being magically bonded, as long as the target of these Vows remain alive, they will remain bonded. As such, Shella knows her sister-and the traitor-both still live.

Elemental Amulet/ A communication device widely used by the more unconventional militant forces of the land, this amulet is naught but a simple trinket attached to a chain with an opalescent gemstone in it's middle. It transmits whichever sound or sight the wearer holds to others who wear the same, similarly to a vivid vision in the mind's eye of the scene in question. It is highly attuned to the magical forces.

Potion of Skill/ A concoction of unknown origins, this bottle contains a liquid that shines like the day, however non-luminescent and tasting like honey. It is said to amplify the imbiber's kinesthetic senses, giving him or her the ability to make pinpoint strikes with any weapon chosen. Sadly, it's concentrated form is volatile, thus leading to the product you see now - a small drought contained within a flask.

Iron Hand Axe/ A small, light axe designed for use in one hand for general intermediate chopping. For simpler uses than its larger brethren, this axe can be thrown or used as a quick weapon in enclosed places.

Spoiler: Eisen Narthale; Caellath (click to show/hide)

Gender: Male
Age: 16
Class: Attunement Knight
Race: Foxfolk

Health: 25/30

Skills:
Perseverance
Riding Aptitude

Physical Description:
- Appearance: Eisen has eyes of a very bright blue and a beige-colored hair, his hair usually messy, with the occasional uncut locks falling around and framing a young, curious face. Any fur on his person also follows the same beige color pattern. His Ecid's mark is located at the back of his head, under the line of hair growth.

- Clothing: He wears a green cloth coat with a very large hood usually seen in different positions, to hide his face more or less depending on the occasion. The cloth itself is fairly resilient and reinforced against weather, the coat sporting what seems like downy or white fur near the collar area, a golden trim and long sleeves, allowing the wearer to completely hide his hands whenever desired - his forearms and most of his hands hidden by a fingerless leather protection. His pants are also colored green, with part of their length tucked into sturdy and carefully tied brown leather boots which sport metal reinforcements and a discreet pin attachment for stability and maintaing a grip at surfaces in cases of emergency. His long-sleeved shirt is green as well and is mostly covered by the chestpiece of a well-crafted brown leather armor with hidden steel reinforcements which fits perfectly over the body of the owner.


Inventory:
Yonsun-Nobi/ A Composite longbow standing taller than Eisen; it is an elegant and well-made piece of ranged weaponry, made with the utmost care by Eisen himself under the guidance of his parents; it ended up as part of his experiments on sounds to call upon animals.

Hardened Leather-and-Steel Armor/ Made from good-quality leather and with a backing of sheets of steel, the armor has a few pieces protecting key parts of his body, although some parts are simply hidden under a layer of clothing.

Bandit Cloak and Armor/ A mix-up of hardened leather patches along with several small belts for tightening, you wear the outer clothing of the common brigand. It covers most of your face except for the eyes and ears, the body and arms and thighs excluding the hands and legs. Any distinguishable marks or tattoos are easily hidden by these loose garments. Sadly, they afford little protection against the tools of war, made more for mobility and survival and even then fare as well as commoner clothing.

Flute/ Made from polished stone, steel and the finest wood Eisen could find in the woods, his flute is a faithful companion, always available for him to play and subject to his experiments on sounds capable of attracting the animals that reminded him so much of home.

Elemental Amulet/ A communication device widely used by the more unconventional militant forces of the land, this amulet is naught but a simple trinket attached to a chain with an opalescent gemstone in it's middle. It transmits whichever sound or sight the wearer holds to others who wear the same, similarly to a vivid vision in the mind's eye of the scene in question. It is highly attuned to the magical forces.

Potion of Skill/ A concoction of unknown origins, this bottle contains a liquid that shines like the day, however non-luminescent and tasting like honey. It is said to amplify the imbiber's kinesthetic senses, giving him or her the ability to make pinpoint strikes with any weapon chosen. Sadly, it's concentrated form is volatile, thus leading to the product you see now - a small drought contained within a flask.

Iron Spear/ Having no discernible sign of ownership, this mundane weapon is plainly described as a long, sturdy stick with a pointy, leaf-shaped tip. A rudimentary tool used both in peace and war, it is nonetheless useful in most events and even in battle, where a trained soldier can utilize its simple concept to its full advantage.

Spoiler: Ecidona sel-Mhrabann; DigitalHellhound (click to show/hide)

Gender: Female
Age: 26
Class: Silent Sister
Race: Wildfolk

Health: 17/20

Skills:
Nimble
Mental Composure

Physical Description:
- Appearance: Ecidona stands at around 150cm, with a slender, small build. Her skin is a dark brown with bark-like colourings and patterns, adorned with a variety of white markings and tattoos on her face and arms. Two curved horns arise from a wild mass of dark hair and tiny fangs peek out from her teeth - relatively few signs of her race on their standards. Her features are sharp and aquiline. Her Mark of Ecid is on her right palm.

- Clothing: Ecidona wears simple and sturdy clothes of leather and thick cloth, adorned with countless little baubles, cheap trinkets and amulets and symbols she thinks are protective or help focus her power, but possess little practical use. Many of them have been crafted by her personally and she carries a heavy carving knife to craft bone or wood with.


Inventory:
 
Heavy Knife

Sturdy Clothes

Bandit Cloak and Armor/ A mix-up of hardened leather patches along with several small belts for tightening, you wear the outer clothing of the common brigand. It covers most of your face except for the eyes and ears, the body and arms and thighs excluding the hands and legs. Any distinguishable marks or tattoos are easily hidden by these loose garments. Sadly, they afford little protection against the tools of war, made more for mobility and survival and even then fare as well as commoner clothing.

Amulets & Baubles/ A bunch of amulets and baubles in different shapes and forms, mostly sentimental collections of Ecidona's stay within the Bastion.

Elemental Amulet/ A communication device widely used by the more unconventional militant forces of the land, this amulet is naught but a simple trinket attached to a chain with an opalescent gemstone in it's middle. It transmits whichever sound or sight the wearer holds to others who wear the same, similarly to a vivid vision in the mind's eye of the scene in question. It is highly attuned to the magical forces.

Potion of Skill/ A concoction of unknown origins, this bottle contains a liquid that shines like the day, however non-luminescent and tasting like honey. It is said to amplify the imbiber's kinesthetic senses, giving him or her the ability to make pinpoint strikes with any weapon chosen. Sadly, it's concentrated form is volatile, thus leading to the product you see now - a small drought contained within a flask.

Spoiler: Gurrath Halsen; Ochita (click to show/hide)

Gender: Male
Age: 26
Class: Flowing spearman
Race: Human

Health: 17/20

Skills:
Quick Senses
Precision Striking


Physical Description: Gurren is 5'11", possessing a body frame that shows that he's been doing labor for some time, along with several scars, from previous encounters with various foes. He has greenish-brown eyes, along with unkempt messy dark brown hair. When he's in a town, socilising, he likes to wear slightly loose robes with an aquatic style to them, with shades of blue and dark green, along with a hood, in a style similar to a monks robe. When he's in armor or in the wilderness, he prefers to wear a set of tan leather clothing, mostly because its practical in the wilderness. His mark is on the back of his neck.

Inventory:

Twisting spear/ This weapon was the first weapon that Gurrath was given, that was made for him. It only appears to be twisting alongside the metal shaft, but that's only a trick of the craftsmanship. Its covered with small nicks and slight scratches, yet it is maintained well.

Chainmail/ This armor is what Gurrath uses in battle, as his style of fighting does require some agility.

Bandit Cloak and Armor/ A mix-up of hardened leather patches along with several small belts for tightening, you wear the outer clothing of the common brigand. It covers most of your face except for the eyes and ears, the body and arms and thighs excluding the hands and legs. Any distinguishable marks or tattoos are easily hidden by these loose garments. Sadly, they afford little protection against the tools of war, made more for mobility and survival and even then fare as well as commoner clothing.

Old book/ Given to him by an older mercenary in his old group. It details some basic spear techniques, along with a couple of minor cantrips of the water element. Gurrath keeps it because it helped with the turning point of his life.

Elemental Amulet/ A communication device widely used by the more unconventional militant forces of the land, this amulet is naught but a simple trinket attached to a chain with an opalescent gemstone in it's middle. It transmits whichever sound or sight the wearer holds to others who wear the same, similarly to a vivid vision in the mind's eye of the scene in question. It is highly attuned to the magical forces.

Potion of Skill/ A concoction of unknown origins, this bottle contains a liquid that shines like the day, however non-luminescent and tasting like honey. It is said to amplify the imbiber's kinesthetic senses, giving him or her the ability to make pinpoint strikes with any weapon chosen. Sadly, it's concentrated form is volatile, thus leading to the product you see now - a small drought contained within a flask.

Yew Bow & Quiver/ Yew is known to be a desirable wood for bows, especially for longbows - the tension generated by the pull of the archer is bound to have a recurring effect on the weapon which propels the arrow, that its sturdiness is compromised over time. This bow is unblemished by weather or time, yet it looks like it has seen use in the past years, judging by the nearly invisible notches carved near the handle.

Spoiler: GM Notes - I'm sure nobody reads these anyway. At all. (click to show/hide)

> Reudh {1}

> Sorry for taking so long. RL had its turn.

> Turn progress will be slowed in the coming weeks. Excuse that unproductivity.


Hopefully Fun Face!
> People in the medieval ages, or for times before that did not commonly brand their armor with their personal crest or mark of those they served. This was instead borne on banners, pennons or other material and not on armor.

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Erstwhile...

The night was calm, silent and serene - foggy, but peaceful in Luna's wake. The occasional bang of a window shutter or the creaking of lantern hinges echoed through the empty streets, marking out the only sounds of life. Closed merchant stalls and woodwork containers dotted the sides of the road, casting lurid shadows in the figures of twisted apparitions under the fiery shades of the night lights, creating a moderately 'pleasing' aesthetic view as you convene for the rat hunt.

Hours pass as you wait upon the Seneschal in a shady location directly above and adjacent to a tavern cellar and a catacomb passage in the town surrounding the Bastion. Soon enough, you hear a dog barking in the distance. Along the cobbled road and past the well and tri-junction, a large, dark greyhound approached, closely followed by a tall man in field plate, bearing the symbol of the Bastion on his chestpiece. At his side hanging by a leather baldric, was a sheathed long sword along with a leather-bound tome hanging by a chain to his belt. The duo stop mere feet from the group.

"I believe you're the group I've been sent to organize. Are you all ready to purge these blighters from our land?" he says, getting a lantern from the roadside. "I figure you're all waiting for some action-but also a few lessons to learn.

"You are those he talked about, aye?"

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Your sheets are located on the Waitlist - First Page.))

[Tiruin]

((ALSO, any criticism? What seems missing and all would be a nice help...))

[Digital Hellhound]

Magic. Ecidona could taste it, a cold, metallic tinge in the air. Her gaze was drawn to the center pavilion - she could practically see the residue magical energy in the air. It was time to make herself usel.

'Stay close to me,' Ecidona said, and embraced the Silence.

Use my powers, create a magic-resitant/blanking field around me

[Caellath]

"I suppose you all also felt that. The question is whether they discovered us or if that happened by chance only."

His gaze shifts to the bound men, but he shakes his head.

"We could ask our captives about it, but the risk they may start shouting or otherwise attract the enemies' attention is too high. Do you know anything about this, Syra?"

Get off the horse and start to move into the camp through the path of the rocks Shella previously pointed out.

Eisen sighs as he starts to advance to check on matters.
"Although I doubt we should linger much longer here."

[Tiruin]

Syra's ward held onto her guardian, afraid. Syra herself stood close to the group.

"I...really know nothing about any of this. If I did, I'd have led you all into a trap, right? But...this doesn't feel good."

[Harry Baldman]

At the man's approach, Krikt felt a familiar need resurface - the need to exterminate. A great discomfort washes over her insect mind as she fights to repress the urge.

He is near. He does not belong. Why is neither he nor his creature companion dead yet? It would be so simple. Extend jaws, snap. The stranger would perish quickly and his remains would be repurposed for the good of all. So why...

Krikt stops herself from these thoughts. She is not in the hive. She is outside. He is not a threat. The keepers did not teach her to behave like this.

She repeats the mantra of the keepers to keep herself docile.

The self is nothing. The group is all. The group shall deliver.

Follow the group and she shall be delivered. Best remain silent and allow the leaders to act.

Wait for someone of the group to speak up.

[Dwarmin]

As a rule, Shella tended to dislike things she knew nothing about. Too many risks meant eventually your luck run out...There was no time for many questions, though. She had seen the tent during the flash. She was sure that was the right one.

After the questioning, Shella motioned for the others to move forward quietly as she picked a path for them through the traps, alarms and patrols-keeping Ecidona in the center of them. She would need help moving and concentrating on a spell at the same time, one that could hopefully offer them some protection-from whatever they were going to face...

Action: Dismount and lead the group in infiltrating the camp-stay close to Ecidona and make sure she can keep her shield up over the team, while keeping her undetected.
Edit: Wait till Sal'salvira is done with questions to move

[Dwarmin]

((Bump? O_o))

[IronyOwl]

((No real criticism.))

Sal'savira tilted her head. That was not good.

"Captives should know of this; if not, it means something strange has happened.

You," she said, removing one's gag. "What is the meaning of this?"

Degag and interrogate a captive.

[Tiruin]

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Degag and interrogate a captive. {5 > 2}

((All those 5s...))

Turn 11b: Interrogation.

"Did it have to be that tight?" Dweonir said as the Malkaven loosened the cloth. "Well, don't bother asking anyone else here, I was joking!"

"What I know, is that our contractor - don't ask again, yes we were hired by him - some kind of knife-ears merchant with a penchant for exotic deals and a hand at transporting goods over large distances very easily. I'd not want to reiterate what was said: our people are dying and we need mages for aid due to the strange ...strangely the other scouting groups found them, I think. Not sure how...or we'd know, I...guess." he gestured with his eyes at the tents surrounding the center. "I think they're working on a healing spell. As for anything else...I truly have no idea. Those tents surrounding it, hold our wounded, dying and- dead..."

He sighs before gripping the gag with his teeth, looking at you with a sneer. "R'yoo gnna silensh ee' aghen?"

Spoiler: Fun Fact (click to show/hide)

> I misspelled fun 'fact' in the last GM note.

> The word Merchant comes from two origins- the Latin word "mercari" meaning to traffic and the French word "mercis" meaning wares. In the medieval period, most cities or towns, and villages were self-sustaining; so it was the more unusual, exotic or expensive goods that a traveling merchant would generally trade in. General Merchants were called Mercers. The Mercers were later restricted to a dealer in textile fabrics, as silks or woollens.

[Ochita]

Gurrath readies his spear, face settling into a frown. Nodding to the others, he dismounts his horse, and prepares to sneak, saying a small prayer to whatever gods are out there.

Infiltrate the camp with the group, protecting Ecidona

[mesor]

Offer my hand to shake.
"I am one of the group yes, how many of these blighters do I need to kill?"