Xantalos and Jbg7XantalosAfter handing the remainder of Fyrbirth’s equipment to Rex he asked you rather briskly “Where is the body?”
“It’s over that way.”
“It’s deeper into the forest. We’re heading that way anyway. I wish to see the body.”
“Very well…”
After a while you both came upon the deceased body of Fyrbirth which Rex immediately began to butcher. You watched with mild disgust. The man HAD died helping you. Although, you mused, he didn’t really need the meat anymore. However as soon as Rex had began carving INTO the chest cavity your curiosity peaked.
“What are you doing?”
“The man had a lot of heart. Now it’s ours.” However finding the heart didn’t seem to appease Rex.
“Bah… What a waste.”
As he reached for the organ however a flit of surprise spread across his face. Turning to you he asked if hearts ever stayed alive in spirit after the passing of a man’s life.
“Well maybe… Still we should keep traveling.”
Despite a day of travel you hadn’t really made any progress. Still the question Rex had asked seemed familiar. Almost as if you had heard of some sort of power emanating from the hearts of great beings. Still you couldn’t quite remember the full story.
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
Equipped: Apprentice Robes,
Equipment: 13 rations, 1 stick
Spells: Minor Wind Manipulation, Moderate Wind Manipulation
After being given what remained of Squire Fyrbirth’s equipment you broached a subject that you felt would be of grave importance with Finkus “Where is the body?”
“It’s over that way.”
“It’s deeper into the forest. We’re heading that way anyway. I wish to see the body.”
“Very well…”
After a small time of travel you finally saw the deceased manly body of the manly Squire Fyrbirth “Excellent.” Deciding to use your newly acquired Longsword you hacked apart the body with a careful precision. “These will do nicely.” Packing three meals worth of the squire into your pack you began carving at his chest.
“What are you doing?”
“The man had a lot of heart. Now it’s ours.” However upon removing the heart you were annoyed to find it just like any other organ though this one more oriented towards blood than others.
“Bah… What a waste.” Reaching in anyways as you had taken the trouble of hacking apart the man for it you were surprised to feel a dull resonance within the organ. Almost as if a powerful presence had once resided within. Bringing the idea up with Finkus he was at a bit of a loss.
“Well maybe… Still we should keep traveling.”
Despite your original idea to eat the thing you began to think that may you could get more manliness from it if you nurtured it with more manly essence. The only question with that would be where to find essence for the heart. Then again that sounded like an actual quest and you did have the heart here and now… You reconsidered eating it that night after you settled down.
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
Equipped: Shoddy Iron Mace, Hard Leather Armor, Shoddy Wooden Shield
Equipment: Hard Leather Armor, Shoddy Iron Bastard Sword, Shoddy Wooden Shield, Average Torch, 2 Poor Traps, 2 Sharp Sticks, 1 rations, 3 foul rations, 1 Heart of Depleted Power
MesorTry as you might today simply didn’t seem to provide as much luck as the night before last. You traveled for several hours searching for a suitable hill but it appeared that the area around Sharktooth was primarily flat. What was worse there was a distinct lack of vine or rock as you traveled. “This is annoying… After last night I was sure I’d find plenty of stuff… I guess I just got lucky.” You mumbled to yourself as you went along.
“Where’s Axel anyway?” You wondered to yourself almost absently. The disappearance of your comrade had weighed heavily on your mind today for reasons you couldn’t quite place. “Probably out hunting for food with his spear. Hm… Speaking of hunting…” You mused to yourself to break the monotony of travel “I suppose I’ll try my hand at it a bit.”
Searching around for the remainder of time you were disappointed by a lack of prey. It was a forest… There should be plenty of animals around. Especially being so close to the ocean. Plenty of fish and what-not. Well not necessarily but you didn’t feel like correcting yourself.
That’s about the time you saw the creature responsible for the lack of prey around here. At first glance it appeared to be some form of alligator but as you examined it you realized that the alligator was the prey. The heap of dead leaves atop the beast was the true predator here. You couldn’t quite make out what was holding it together but the leaves all seemed to move in a familiar pattern as they snaked along dragging the large pile more on top of the alligator who, despite its valiant efforts, could simply not escape.
Not wanting to become the dangerous vegitations next meal you crept away from it as quickly as felt safe until you finally reached your original camp on the beach. Setting down your “bounty” of the day you took a bite from your ration as you wondered just what you should do that night.
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
Equipped: Shoddy Wooden Short Bow, Soft Leather Armor, Average Wooden Shield
Equipment: Poor Wooden Spear, Shoddy Wooden Spear, 8 Shoddy Wooden Arrows, 4 planks of wood, 60 logs, 1 Large Rock, 1 Vine, 10 rations
Find Rocks [D10]: 5+
Dice + Forestry I
10+1 = 11 [Success!]
How many [D6]
Dice
1 Large Rock Found
Find Vines [D10]: 5+
Dice + Forestry I
2 + 1 = 3 [Failure]
Find Hill [D10]: 6+
Dice + Forestry I
3 + 1 = Failure!
Hunt Large Prey [D100]: Requires 75-90 and ignore others
Dice
91 = Dangerous Prey Found!!!
Noticed? [D10] D<5 = Found
Dice + Forestry I
8 +1 = 9 = Not Found
GotdamnmiracleArgent had always been to sort of man to awake early in the morning. He used this time to investigate his companions to see if they had brought anything of use other than weapons. As it turned out they did not. With a sigh Argent mused ‘We’re bandits anyway. We’ll get our loot from travelers. Maybe recruit some cannon fodder and use that to capture the War Band back from Jo’Toro.’
Waiting exactly one extra hour for his comrades to awake he gave Goblarry a light kick in the ribs causing the goblin to leap awake swinging his dagger “I’ll gut ya ya… Oh, it is you your lordship.”
“Indeed. Wake up Broto and Croto.”
“As your lordship requests.”
A mere twenty seconds later and the dialogue began “So we need supplies and cannon fodder to take out Jo’Toro. I figure we need to head towards the nearest city and survey the land from there. Croto, do you know where the nearest city is?”
“Hm… I’m afraid not. I’m not particularly familiar with Darkwood. I do know the Silverline road isn’t far from here. Perhaps we could travel along it? Surely a city would be nearby.”
“Hm… Very well. Let us travel.”
Though by the time night fell your group had JUST made it to Silverline. It would appear that Croto’s famous lack of sense of scale was still present. Sitting down near the road, though not close enough to be seen if one were to ride by, you considered what to do for the night and, more importantly, the next day.
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: Silverline Road in Darkwood Forest
HP: 7/9
MP: 2/2
Hunger: 10/10
Wounds: None currently.
Skills: Martial Prowess I, Forestry I
Equipped: Shoddy Iron Long Sword, Hard Leather Armor, Shoddy Wooden Shield,
Equipment: 5 rations
Go to Nearest City [D10]: 9+
Dice
7 = Failure
Go to Nearest Road [D10]: 2+
Dice
3 = Success!
Sharpkris, Scapheap, and zacen299Suddenly it all became very clear. You don’t know what it was… You probably would never fully understand what happened but you felt a deep power within yourself burst forth as you again tried to cast the spell under Claire’s watchful eyes. With a large smile you witnessed the light appear as beautifully as the mid-day sun though on a smaller scale.
“Hey ya did it!” Clarie shouted ecstatically
“Yeah!” With a large laugh you extinguished the light through force of will. The power within you seemed to die down a small amount but you knew you could access it easily.
“Alright.” Claire said after a few moments “I suppose we should head towards that village. We don’t want that thing to catch up to us right?”
With a quick nod in affirmation the both of you walked briskly towards the village. By night-fall, as you had stopped to rest after you had nearly fallen onto your sharp rock, you approached the man standing near the gate. He didn’t say anything as you approached but merely watched you wearily. From the looks of him he was part wolf. What do you say?
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
Equipped: 1 Shoddy Sharp Rock, Peasant Clothes
Equipment:1 large rock, 1 Ration
Spells: Provide Light
Learn Spell: Provide Light [D10]: 8+
Dice + Personal Teacher
Natural 10 = Success!
Watching Ashur attempt to perform the spell had begun to lose its charm. Still, you watched with a slight eagerness. If you could teach Ashur to provide light than maybe you could teach him to heal. If you could teach him to heal than maybe this village would become more accepting of your demonic heritage than the last one you had entered. Suddenly it happened, Ashur preformed the spell. With a large smile you witnessed the light appear as beautifully as the mid-day sun though on a smaller scale.
“Hey ya did it!” You shouted ecstatically knowing that your plan could possibly come to fruition!
“Yeah!” Ashur replied with a laugh as he extinguished the light.
“Alright.” Pausing a few moments to allow Ashur to bask in his victory you finally brought up the pressing issue of the village “I suppose we should head towards that village. We don’t want that thing to catch up to us right?”
With a quick nod in affirmation the both of you walked briskly towards the village. By night-fall, as you had stopped to rest after Ashur had nearly fallen onto his sharp rock, you approached the man standing near the gate. He didn’t say anything as you approached but merely watched you wearily. From the looks of him he was part wolf. What do you say?
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
Equipped: Cleric Robes
Equipment: None
Spells: Light Heal, Provide Light
It wasn’t your job to guard the gates but people just seemed to think it was. Perhaps the wolf-portions of you made them think of a watchdog? You didn’t know and you didn’t care. You were compensated in food and this gig sure as hell beat what you actually did around here so you just played up the gate-guard until the actual one returned. You were relatively familiar with his schedule so you always disappeared back to your regular life before he returned. Gate guarding was obviously an easy job. Absolutely no one would be traveling through the barren tundra. This is what made the village so endearing. Solace. Yep… No one would ever travel here. Especially not two someones. Especially not two someones in raggedy clothes. Especially not two someones in raggedy clothes who looked like they had portions of demon in them. Especially not the two someones currently heading towards you… Damn… Well now it’s time to put on a show. What do you say to these two someones who travelled one of the least hospitable climates in nothing but rags and a priests robe?
Name: Aran Tamer
Class: Warrior
Race: Werewolf
Description: A human of average height with a slim but wiry build. His hair and eyes share the same dark brown colour. His ears rest atop his head fashioned after a wolves. Where a standard humanoids ears are there exists nothing. At the end of his spine there exists a wolf tail with dark brown fur. Between each of his knuckles there exists small claw like protrusions. He possesses four sharp canine teeth.
Location: The Far Plains
HP: 9/9
MP: 1/1
Hunger: 10/10
Wounds: No wounds currently.
Skills: Martial Prowess I
Equiped: Shoddy Iron Mace, Hard Leather Armor, Shoddy Wooden Shield
Equipment: 3 rations
No rolls required for this spawn.
Please submit actions for the Night 4Sorry about the delay folks.
Has anyone heard from Wyrm? I was under the impression that he’d be making a new character.
Also if you guys want to rename any of the NPC’s or Villages I introduce feel free. Just put it in some EYE_CATCHING font or something.
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