Xantalos, Jbg7, and GreatwyrmgoldXantalosLooking at what remained of your ration you sighed as you looked towards Squire Fyrbirth “So… I need food. Want to help me hunt later? The crazy one seems to be able to fend for himself and appears… busy.”
Yawning the squire replied “Sure, just let me take a quick nap first alright? Don’t wanna be too bad off tomorrow.”
Nodding you watched as he fell asleep. Deciding to get a head start on the hunt you sent tendrils of wind through the forest searching for the nearest source of food. Eventually something tripped your search. It felt somewhat large but nothing the two of you together couldn’t handle.
Shaking the sleeping human awake you stated excitedly “I found something. Should be easy. It’s moving slowly about… twenty minutes that way. If we hurry we could get it before sun-up.”
The two of you snuck through the forest, careful not to alert wild-life to your presence, until you finally saw the creature in question. It was a beautiful creature from what you could see in the darkness of light. Well beautiful for what it was anyway. It’s sleek dark brown fur was truly something to envy. Still this bear was the only thing you could really find to eat in this forsaken woods so you pointed it out to Fyrbirth.
“A bear?” He asked shocked at the revelation “Surely something less… large would be better to hunt?”
“Oh come on, it’s practically asleep. Once it’s out just go over and lop it’s head off. I’ll split the food with ya. I’ll even let you have more.”
“It is tempting. Still…”
“I’m a mage. Would a bear really be able to stop both a mage AND a warrior attacking in tandem?”
“True… Alright, we’ll attack as soon as it’s asleep deal?”
And with that the two of you began to wait for the bear to slumber, which occurred much sooner than you had predicted. “Alright, you go in and I’ll cover you from here okay?”
“Alright.”
You watched with high interest as the young squire snuck steadily towards the slumbering bear. Rising his sword high above his head he brought it down with a heavy thud. Unfortunately the bear had moved during it’s slumber causing it to lose its front left paw instead of its head. With a mighty roar of pain the beast woke and batted the much smaller creature from its sight.
Almost too quickly for Fyrbirth to react the bear once again made a movement towards the creature who had caused it such pain. Swinging his bastard sword towards the creatures head Fyrbirth managed to cause heavy bleeding. This also caused the beast to topple over onto the squire.
“Fyrbirth!” You shouted as you dashed forward to help “Are you okay!?” With an almost fervent haste you managed to roll the corpse off of your friend.”
“Bloody lot of good your magic did.” Wheezed the broken form of Fyrbirth “Though…” Hacking up some blood he continued “I suppose I should have expected this. Ah well… Help me up.” Not two seconds after that did all light leave his eyes. Squire Fyrbirth was no more.
“Goodbye my friend…” Fighting back a small tear you did what was only normal for these sort of things. You stripped the corpse of all valuables and butchered what you could from the bear. Slowly walking towards camp you debated how to inform Rex of Fyrbirth’s death.
Name: Finkus
Class: Wind Mage
Race: Bogeyman
Description: A short, fat creature. It has wrinkly, droopy skin that is somewhat leathery and assymetrical, blue-and-purple eyes. It has 6 1/5 horns on its head. It has a pair of stumps where butterfly wings used to grow.
Location: Outskirts of Goldenroot Forest
HP: 5/5
MP: 5/10
Hunger: 10/10
Wounds: Sleep Deprived [Must sleep the next night]
Skills: Scholar I
Equipment: Apprentice Robes, Hard Leather Armor [Not Worn], Shoddy Iron Bastard Sword, Shoddy Wooden Shield, 4 rations, 1 stick
Spells: Minor Wind Manipulation, Moderate Wind Manipulation
Search for Animals [D10]: Requires 5+
Dice + Forest – Dark + Spell: Minor Wind Man.+Assisted [Fyrbirth]
3+2-2+3+1= 7 [Success!]
Size of Prey [D100]:
1-40=Small 41-70=Medium 71-90=Large 91-99=Dangerous 100=???
Dice
77 = Large Prey Found
‘We need manly traps. Not those wimpy snares. No, it must kill!’ You decide to yourself as you hear vague whispers from the others. ‘They are jealous of my talent.’
You swiftly set about crafting traps that would inspire fear in the heart of even demons! Though… when you finish you think that perhaps they could use poison of some sort… or maybe something more metally… As it stands they are poor traps that are less manly than you had hoped by quite a bit.
Shaking your head you decide that they are still more manly than snares and you set about to sleep for the night.
When you wake up in the morning you are greeted with awful news by Finkus. Fyrbirth fought a bear. ‘Man’s work left to a squire. No wonder he was lost. Still… That is pretty manly. Yet I only made traps. Not even manly traps…’
Name: Rex Furor
Class: Warrior
Race: Human
Description:Tall, Brown haired, light skinned, odd look in his eye, bit twitchy.
Location: Outskirts of Goldenroot Forest
HP: 7/7
MP: 1/1
Hunger: 10/10
Wounds: None
Skills: Martial Prowess I
Equipment: Hard Leather Armor, Shoddy Iron Mace, Shoddy Wooden Shield, Average Torch, 2 Poor Traps, 2 Sharp Sticks, 2 rations
Build Trap [D10]: 4+
Dice – No Skill
5 – 1 = 4 [Success!] – 3 Sticks
6 – 1 = 5 [Success!] – 3 Sticks
Quality [D100]
Dice – No Skill
41 – 10 = 31 [Poor Trap]
55 – 10 = 45 [Poor Trap]
Are they Manly? [D100]
D> 50 = Manly
Dice
4 = Not Quite So Manly as One Would Hope
“So… I need food. Want to help me hunt later? The crazy one seems to be able to fend for himself and appears… busy.” Finkus stated as you set up a small section of camp in which to sleep.
Yawning you replied “Sure, just let me take a quick nap first alright? Don’t wanna be too bad off tomorrow.” Which was true. You’d seen what Sleep Deprivation had done to Rex.
It felt like only a few minutes later, though it was likely over a few hours, when you were shaken awake by the Bogeyman. “I found something. Should be easy. It’s moving slowly about… twenty minutes that way. If we hurry we could get it before sun-up.”
The two of you snuck through the forest, careful not to alert wild-life to your presence, until Finkus finally pointed out what it was he wanted you to help him kill.
“A bear?” You asked shocked “Surely something less… large would be better to hunt?”
“Oh come on, it’s practically asleep. Once it’s out just go over and lop it’s head off. I’ll split the food with ya. I’ll even let you have more.”
“It is tempting. Still…”
“I’m a mage. Would a bear really be able to stop both a mage AND a warrior attacking in tandem?”
“True… Alright, we’ll attack as soon as it’s asleep deal?”
And with that the two of you began to wait for the bear to slumber, which occurred much sooner than you had predicted. “Alright, you go in and I’ll cover you from here okay?”
“Alright.”
Sneaking towards the creature slowly you observed its beautiful fur as you approached its head. Lifting your sword high above your head you took aim and brought it down with all your might. However the beast moved in its slumber just prior to your sword connecting with its neck. Instead you sliced cleanly through its paw. With a roar of pain the creature struck you in the chest with its remaining paw and knocking your shield from your hand.
Fighting off unconsciousness and the pain in your chest you nearly panicked when the beast began a straight dash for you. Raising up for another blow it roared once more. On pure instinct you swung your sword at the beast to ward it off. Succesfully slicing through its throat the beasts attack stopped, though its descent didn’t.
Searing pain was all you could feel as the mountain of flesh lay atop you. Vaguely you heard someone calling your name in panic.
Finally the beast’s corpse was rolled off you to reveal the shocked face of Finkus
“Bloody lot of good your magic did.” You wheezed in an attempt at a joke. It really was painful but you felt like you might pull through it. A broken bone or two sure but other than that… “Though…” You started to say after coughing up some blood you considered that maybe you weren’t alright “I suppose I should have expected this. Ah well… Help me up.”
You knew you’d need a bit of support to make it back to camp. Still… You hadn’t finished your nap and you were tired. ’Meh… Finkus owes me. The least he can do is carry me.’ with that you closed your eyes and were no more.
Quick Nap – Avoid Sleep Deprivation [D10]: 6+
Dice – Hunting
9 – 3= 6 [Success!]
Search for Animals [D10]: Requires 5+
Dice + Forest – Dark +Assisted [Fyrbirth]
1+2-2+6= 7 [Success!]
Size of Prey [D100]: [Same as Xantalos’ roll]
1-40=Small 41-70=Medium 71-90=Large 91-99=Dangerous 100=???
Dice
77 = Large Prey Found
Kill Large Prey [D10]: 8+
Dice + Martial Prowess – Large Animal
9 + 2 – 3 = 8 [Success!]
Injury [D10]:
1-4 No injury, 5-7 Minor, 8 Moderate, 9 Severe, 10 Very severe
Dice –Armor + Large Animal
10– 2 +2 = 10 Very Severe Injury
Severe Injury [D10]
Dice
9 Health Lost
Mesor and FirelordskyMesorTaking a brief stroll by the beach while searching for any form of wood, stone, and vines you can come upon you are pleased greatly to come across several large trees! Using what tools you have at your disposal you are able to worry off several logs, and vow to return in the morning for the rest.
After a good sleep dreaming of your fortune you awake and return to the downed trees. In glee you also note of a single strong vine that would do well as rope of sorts. All and all a good night. Now what to do with your surplus of supplies.
Name : Kalam Harghast.
Class : Ranger.
Race : Seguleh.
Description : Kalam is 5 ft 9 with a very athletic build, his skin is pale blue and nothing is known of his face which is entirely covered by a ceramic mask with a series of strange runes etched onto it that translated means 1000. This symbolizes his place as the 1000th best warrior among his people and the marks will change as his skills develop.
Location: Sharktooth Bay
HP: 4/6
MP: 3/3
Hunger: 10/10
Wounds: None.
Skills: Forestry I, Carpentry I
Equipment: Soft Leather Armor, Poor Wooden Spear, Shoddy Wooden Spear, Shoddy Wooden Short Bow, Average Wooden Shield , 8 Shoddy Wooden Arrows, 4 planks of wood, 60 logs, 1 Vine, 11 rations
Find Wood [D10]: 4+
Dice + Near Forest
9+2 = 11 [Success!]
How much [D6]
Dice
6
Quality [D100]
Dice
Natural 100 = Downed Trees = 10 Logs Each
60 Logs Gained
Find Stone [D10]: 4+
Dice + Beach
1 + 2 = 3 [Failure]
Find Vines [D10]: 6+
Dice + Near Forest
7 + 2 = 9 [Success!]
How many [D6]
Dice
1
Sneaking silently away from the camp Axel muttered to himself “Moron keeps looking for stupid things. I’m heading back to civilization. Come hell or high water. What’s up with all these damned vines?” Looking down at the vines and giving them a mighty kick Axel cursed once more.
Suddenly the vines grew taught around his ankle lifting him high into the sky “What the hell!?” Was all he had time to say before more vines latched onto him with intensity. With a mumbled cry a sickening crunch was heard as the one named Axel ceased to exist. Now to be simple fertilizer for the dreaded strangler vines.
Gotdamnmiracle“Alright boys… Jo’Toro betrayed me and, by extension, all of you. What do you say to banding together and… relieving him of the burden of leadership?”
“Yes.” Muttered Broto as he smiled vacantly.
“I go where he goes.” Croto added after several moments.
“Why not your lordship? You were less a taskmaster.” Was Goblarry’s reply.
“Excellent. On the morrow we march. Until then we make camp here.” Your warband re-established once more you sat near a tree and closed your eyes. Tomorrow would be a bright day for you.
Broto: A human associate of Argent Crissif’s and brother to Croto. A large muscular man whose flowing beard is the envy of many dwarves. His powerful arms are capable of crushing most human opponents to death. Unfortunately his strength of body is mirrored by weakness of thought. Of note is the fact that he is ruthlessly protective of his beard.
Croto: A human associate of Argent Crissif’s and brother to Broto. Whereas his brothers beard is the envy of dwarves Croto is cleanly shaven. Indeed he is the opposite of his brother. Being an accomplished mage has its uses, though he is only slightly skilled with fire and water manipulation. Most other spells outpace his crippled body’s ability to cast.
Goblarry: A goblin associate of Argent Crissif’s. An oddly civilized goblin with a liking for fine clothing. He wields a small iron dagger of shoddy quality. While quick of wit and agile to boot he isn’t always trustworthy and will gladly save himself grief by leaving out important details.
Jo’toro: After disposing of Argent Crissif he is the new leader of The Warband. A cunning man whose skill in combat is hard to match. He is a brutal over-lord and has put a price on the heads of Broto, Croto, Goblarry, and Argent Crissif.
Name: Argent Crissif
Class: Warrior
Race: Caspian
Description: Covered in muck and thin from lack of food. Tall but not overly so. Dun colored skin. A bad burn covers the right side of his face, it is healing however.
Location: Darkwood Forest
HP: 6/9
MP: 2/2
Hunger: 10/10
Wounds: Badly Burned [Health Regeneration Slowed for [1] more day]
Skills: Martial Prowess I, Forestry I
Equipment: Hard Leather Armor, Shoddy Iron Long Sword, Shoddy Wooden Shield, 5 rations
Sharpkris and ScapheapStill practicing late into the night you lamented to Claire “Y’know… Why would anyone want to settle here? There’s nothing at all to eat and there’s that… whatever it was. What is so interesting about this barren waste that people would settle here?”
“I don’t know but I’m running low on food. Wanna look around for something to eat?”
“Yeah sure…”
And to your vast surprise, unlike with magic, you actually succeeded! After ten minutes of searching you saw a small black bird… thing sliding near some ice. Sneaking upon it slowly you managed to get a decent grip around the creature before you choked it to death. Not really elegant but it worked.
Smiling at Claire you divided up what you could of the young bird “Good thing it didn’t fly off. Still… birds this far north. What a strange land this is.”
Sleeping next to your newly acquired ration you thought fondly of the warmth the village was sure to offer.
Name: Ashur the Unlucky
Class: Enigma
Race: Tiefling.
Description: Average height, with yellow eyes and fur like dark hair with hooves instead of feet his features resemble those of a deamon.
Location: The Far Plains
HP: 1/1
MP: 8/8
Hunger: 6/10
Wounds: No severe injuries... yet.
Skills: None
Equipment: Peasant Clothes, 1 large rock, 1 Shoddy Sharp Rock, 1 Ration
Find Prey [D100]
Search for Animals [D10]: Requires 5+
Dice – Tundra + Assist [Claire]
2-2 + 10= 10 [Success!]
Size of Prey [D100]:
1-40=Small 41-70=Medium 71-90=Large 91-99=Dangerous 100=???
Dice - Tundra
46-10 = Small Prey Found
Kill Prey [D10]: 5+
Dice – Unarmed + Small Prey
5 – 2 + 2 = 5 [Success!]
Learn Spell: Provide Light [D10]: 8+
Dice + Personal Teacher
2 + 2 = 4 [Failure]
Watching Ashur continuously work on his magic was odd. ‘This must be what it was like for the Bishops who taught us.’ You thought to yourself remembering your early life at the monastery.
“Y’know… “ Ashur began “Why would anyone want to settle here? There’s nothing at all to eat and there’s that… whatever it was. What is so interesting about this barren waste that people would settle here?”
“I don’t know but I’m running low on food. Wanna look around for something to eat?”
“Yeah sure…” You could tell that he didn’t really think the two of you would find anything.
And to your vast surprise, and likely Ashur’s, after ten minutes of searching you saw a small black bird… thing sliding near some ice. You vaguely remembered the thing being called a Penguin.
Still, despite how much you both needed the food, it was almost unbearable to watch Ashur strangle the creature to death. Though the meat it provided would be very much appreciated. Splitting the meat between the two of you revealed just how little meat was on the creature. Still some food was better than none. Just prior to falling asleep you wondered what exactly would happen tomorrow.
Name: Claire
Class: Cleric
Race: Succubus
Description: Thin red skinned humanoid with horns growing out of her forehead, small fangs, little bat-like wings and a tail
Location: The Far Plains
HP: 6/6
MP: 5/5
Hunger: 10/10
Wounds: No severe wounds.
Skills: Religion I
Equipment: Cleric Robes, 1 Ration
Spells: Light Heal, Provide Light
Find Prey [D100]
Search for Animals [D10]: Requires 5+
Dice – Tundra + Assist [Claire]
10-2 + 2= 10 [Success!]
Size of Prey [D100]:
1-40=Small 41-70=Medium 71-90=Large 91-99=Dangerous 100=???
Dice - Tundra
46-10 = Small Prey Found
Kill Prey [D10]: Prey already killed
Please submit actions for the Day 4RIP Fyrbirth. Sorry Wyrm.
Also, good luck to Mesor with his Natural 100 quality.
Also Firelord and Wyrm, if you want to re-sign up feel free.
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