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PRP: Hunting Party

2014-01-27T01:10:08Z

Findrago:

This was a spontaneous PrP that arose from a conversation in the Fernwood Pub - the first part of this log shows that conversation, with the actual PrP starting a little later on.

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The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy
because of the high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form
a lattice overhead, supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of
the double-door entry is a spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and
overlooks the main area. Large windows at this level grant an excellent view of the river
to the west and colorful market stalls to the north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged
by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana lanterns hang at intervals from
the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated ivy and ferns that
grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.
The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables
are set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself.
A few are deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are
meant for human-sized individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before
a semi-circular stage situated against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon
the wall and running up past the balcony and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe
organ made to look like the one lost when the Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah
Siege.
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Duroc A wide, sturdy looking dwarf wearing a heavy cloak ov 4m 1h
Findrago A young gypsy man with a neatly trimmed black beard. 0s 48m
Vuk The Avatar Priest that is Jibbom! 5m 1d
Ferawyn Short, red haired sylvan elf 1m 2h
Aurala Giantborn lass, Shiny Breastplate, and a Greatsword 6m 1h
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Vuk doesn't carry his customary rifle in polite company, then again, he's wondering if most people consistute as polite company. ESPECIALLY Elves thanks to Sandy shoving him into pocket dimensions. The Innkeeper waits till Vuk sits down and doesn't appear to be about to do his antics before delivering his meal, which Vuk uses a small pen knife to cut into and eat heartily. "Here's to the return of spring, when ever Dana blesses us with it!" He says in a cheerful tone and raises his tankard to take a long sip!

Aurala shrugs, "Spring, winter, Summer, Fall, All is good, one learns to resist the cold and heat, and so one doesn't mind as time passes." she chuckles and then shrugs a bit.

Findrago wanders into the pub. "Well met, one and all!" he calls jovially, plopping down into a chair near the familiar faces. "And how is everyone this fine, foggy day?"

Duroc nods, "And who is your friend? Sorry for being rude, my name is Duroc." He leaves it at that, but does not raise his cup to the gobber's toast, but he does nod to Aurala, "Aye, no sense complaining when it changes little, best to just prepare and weather the storms."

Ferawyn sips at her tea as Duroc asks his question. "It isn't here right now, but my friend's name is Oakheart, or that's the one it gave me." She then smiles. "Ferawyn, Hunter of Gilead. A pleasure to meet you Duroc."

Vuk just -assumes- Duroc needs a proper introduction from his self, so he stands on the bench of the table, doffs his Top hat at the dwarf and then gives an exagerated bow. "Vuk Aleksy! Adventurer Extradionare! Slayer of the Undead! Defender of paths better left untrodden! Dispeller of animated objects! Scout esquire and camp steward! At your service good sir!" He says with another bow and doffing of his hat. Then he decides as he almost steps off the bench to sit down in a moment of being wise.

Findrago kicks his feet up onto a nearby chair. "And he's humble, too," he says with a grin and a nod of his head in Vuk's direction.

Aurala smiles a little adn then stretches, "Nice too meet all, if you need someone strong, or someone to smash, keep me in mind. Work has been slow lately."

"I see," Duroc says and mumbles something about gobbers as he chews on a piece of beef, "Well, that isn't good. Work would be most welcome, but I'll take what I can find."

Ferawyn says, "Well, the adventurer's guild offers odd jobs whenever things come up." However, she then tilts her head. "What is it you do though, Duroc?""

Vuk isn't sure if Findrago is poking fun at him or not so he gives one of his cheerful naive smiles at the man. "Of Course Good Sir Findrago!" His Sir comes out more like Sah, because Gobber speak or some such, but he's tearing into his sausages now. Spicy blood and pork sausages!

Findrago waves for the barkeep to bring over a mug of ale. "I mean that in the truest sense," he says. "I'm sure how you describe yourself barely begins to cover your exploits, Vuk." He turns to Duroc. "Name's Findrago Garibaldi - pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Duroc hunches over his food a little, almost out of instinct, "I hunt, I make arrows, and I get by. Bit of a treasure hunter, but trouble usually accompanies treasure so I haven't done too much of that. But I'll take a look o'er at the guild to see what I can do for them. The coin will be welcome."

Aurala has gotten a bit quiet as she eats and then just watches as she has finishes the food.

Vuk is thinking Findrago is teasing him, and for about half a second, he might even look less then cheerful, but then he is right back to it with a broad grin. "I dare say I aspire to be worthy of even Lady Sandiel's respect!" He says and raises his tankard again, taking polite sips, for he's a proper Gentleman.

Ferawyn tilts her head to Duroc. 'Comfortable in the woods, Duroc?" She says giving a longer look to Duroc, as if she was trying to see how truthful he was, and how comfortable he was in the woods. Bows and arrows were normally an elf thing, not a dwarf.

"Aye, I can work in the woods, under the mountains, in the fields. Wherever I am sent, I will go," Duroc's voice gives little away, "I can use a bow fairly well, but like yonder lady," he gestures to Aurala, "I prefer to smash my opponents."

Ferawyn says, "Ah, so you are a hunter as well?""

Findrago raises his mug back to Vuk. "And you are most worthy," he says, then takes a long sip of his drink and looks to Duroc. "Adaptive. Quite impressive," he muses. "Not many that I know who can both smash and shoot."

Aurala nods, and stretches, "I have learned to harness my rage and it serves me pretty well," she says and then shakes her head a bit. She takes a drink from the tankard she has.

"Aye, I can hunt. No sense going out and about if you can't feed yourself," Duroc nods and leans back, having finished his beef, "Enough things out there need a killin' and I am here to oblige." His tone is actually rather neutral, "It is the way the world works."

Oh By the Gods, someone did it, they mentioned hunting, and it has Vuk soon on top of the table and animated. "Why! I love a good spot of hunting! Nothing quite like it! Rather thrilling when you've cornered your game and take the shot! Then you get to prepare the most succulent of dishes!" He says whilst aiming an invisible rifle and firing. "Jolly good show it is! We should bring Zippo hunting!"

Ferawyn finally looks up at the gobber and scowls. "I don't see how you could ever go hunting. You can't be quiet long enough for an animal to wander by. You're louder than a mountain dwarf who doesn't like the woods." She then looks to Duroc and sighs. “Apologies, Duroc. If you are, indeed, a hunter like you say, then we could probably work together in the woods."

<OOC> Findrago would be happy to run a hunting scene PrP, if people are up for it. :)

"You talk too much, gobber," Duroc says without a smile. He sips on his ale and waves towards Ferawyn, "Meh, none taken. Should the opportunity arise, I will go, nothing better to do as of right now, and the practice would be welcome."

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EVENTS: Hunting Trip has been created for Sun Jan 26 14:25:00 2014. You can check the signup list for your event with +event/view #. When enough people have signed up, close the event with +event/close #, and confirm the list of characters you've chosen for the plot with +event/view <player1> <player2> ... .

Takiyah has arrived.

EVENTS: Hunting Trip is scheduled to start RIGHT NOW!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Going to keep us in the Fernwood Pub for starters, go from there. Give a good chance for the newcomers to join in before we hit the forest."

Vuk pages: I foresee this going to hell with non hunters XD

The party continues talking about hunting over their drinks - who can, who can't, and who would most likely make a lot of noise trudging through the woods. A few people at nearby tables can't help but be seen eavesdropping on the conversation, and one man actually turns his chair around completely to face the group. "If it's hunting yer lookin' for," he says, no small amount of rotgut evident on his breath, "then *hic* about a half day to the north... there's yer spot." He waves his tankard at the door, sloshing his drink all over the place. "Was there not three days ago, an' it's a hunter's dream."

Ferawyn raises her eyebrows. "really? What exactly is there?"

Vuk was declining on speaking of his abilities, the elf and dwarf didn't think he could be of use, and it has him -candidly- hurt. He prided him self on his ability to disappear into the woods and snow. But they were insulting him about it, so he wasn't going to be of much interest in them. He can hunt on his own! He's done it for a living! He provided an Inn with meat for a long time!

Duroc raises a brow, wiping the ale from his beard, "Aye, what is out there? I like to know what /can/ be hunted before I go out, surprises are seldom welcome on a hunt."

Takiyah had been quietly drinking off to the side, but the talk of hunting caught her attention.
"Might be willing to lend a hand," she remarked as she walks over to the group. "There's a project I'm working on, and the right materials could help wrap it up."

The man looks at his drink as if to question how the liquid keeps escaping as he waves the mug around, then wisely places it down on the table in a rare moment of clarity. "The usual stuff, but lots of it. Deer. Bears. I think I saw a moose. Big uns, too. Antlers the size of /this/!" he says, spreading his arms as far wide as he could... which nearly causes him to tip off his chair. "We're talkin' trophy stuff."

Ferawyn gives the man a level look. "If I'm going to hunt, it's because it's a menace to the surrounding area, or for food, not for trophies. besides, I don't keep trophies anyways." She then sighs a bit. "at least I got the smell off of me from the nest. Ugh."

"Eh, a large moose means a large amount of meat, and I doubt it is a boon to the farmers. I'll go for it, antlers will simply be a welcome prize, as well as any hides or pelts we can get," Duroc says bluntly, sipping from his tankard again.

Ferawyn says, "Mm....good point. Though I'm sure a few of the people around can use the meat. Of course, you get first call on the meat, Duroc...as long as you eat it." She then smiles a bit. "I'm going to guess my friend will have to come along too."

The man shrugs to Ferawyn. "If'n you don't want a trophy, ya' don't need to take one. I've found decent coin in 'em, though, and I'm sure others might as well. But the meat..." He kisses his fingers for emphasis. "Pretty much falls off the bone. Tender as all get out."

Duroc nods, "Aye, we had best get going then, no sense wasting any time." The dwarf looks at Vuk, and points, "You, if ye can keep your mouth shut, come with us. Maybe you will prove useful."

Ferawyn snerks at the man. "Not worried about trophies. Meat can be good at times. The hide might be useful though." She says as she gets up. "We'll meet Oakheart on the way, Duroc." She says as she starts her way on out.

Vuk is already disappearing into the crowd, see? Granted, he's -short- which helps, but he doesn't need their permission to hunt! It's just moose, and it's not like he has to worry about dire rats or something..or a Genie..

Duroc nods, "Very well." He grabs his own things next to him and makes his way to the door.

Ssylrath is outside brushing his large bear. He is festooned with trinkets and trophies on leather thongs, each a claw, tooth or feather of some sort. He is taking quietly to the shaggy beast in Draconic.

"Happy huntin'!" calls the drunk, staggering to the door to see the party off. "When ya' bring home the catch o' yer lives, don't forget to thank..." His voice trails off as he spies Ssylrath's bear outside. "Well, if that ain't the damnedest thing," he breathes, then looks into his mug and realizes it's empty. "Gonna need another drink."

And with that, he stumbles back into the tavern.

Vuk was going to his wolf, which because of silly laws couldn't sit inside and get free scraps of food, it also has most of his kit on it, so you know, there's that, and he's messing with its ears as he whispers quietly to it, apparently he talks to wolves.

Ferawyn waves back to the drunk and chuckles. 'Now lets see if this little tale he tells is true." She says as she heads for the gate and heads north. She seems to relax a LOT more visibly as she leaves the city.

After a quick side trip to grab the last of her gear, Takiyah catches up with the rest of the group as they head out from the city.

Ssylrath nods to Vuk as he appears. "I thought that mussst be your friend there, not many wolves in the city most of the time." His voice is harsh and sibilant. "How is your nessst keeping?"

Duroc slings his pack and earthbreaker onto his back and picks up his bow. He keeps on appearing rather gruff and cross, whether he is in a city or in the wild. The presence of a trinket-covered bear catches his attention, causing him to blink and turn to Farawyn, "A bear?"

Vuk will give a doff of his top hat to Ssyl. "That it is! That it is! Wonderful companion!" He says and moves to pull him self up right onto it. He doesn't even need a saddle, Gobbers are rather known for riding wolves after all.

Ferawyn looks to Ssylrath and his bear, then smiles. "yeah. A bear. Seems someone keeps rather good care of it too." She says before looking to Ssylrath. "Join us for a hunt? We'll make sure your friends have food after it's over."

The guards at the North Gate seem more than happy to let the ragtag group of goblins, lizardfolk, bears, wolves, and everything else out of the city, waving incredulously as they set out upon the road. The traffic into and out of the city has kept the way relatively clear of snow, although either side of the road is still blanketed in white.

Ssylrath grins toothily, his long tongue licking over his snout. "I'm always up for a hunt if Muddy here is hungry, and Muddy is always hungry." He emphasizes by slapping the bear on the shoulder then pulling himself into the saddle. "Meat is good, hunting honour the Green if done properly." He kicks Muddy into movement, riding easily along.

Looking down at the arrival of another gobber, Duroc comments, "Gobbers are everywhere it seems." He doesn't seem the most pleased, but he keeps on walking. Keeping an eye out for what may come.

Vuk bobs his head at Ssylrath's words. "Hunting in moderation helps keep the wilds in balance. Dana allows us to hunt so we may have food, but does not wish us to cull to many, for it would hurt the balance."

Once out of the city and near the forest, Ferawyn seems to say something in a strange language, to no one in particular....or so it seems. A few seconds later, a tree moves, tearing up a bit of ground as it lifts its roots out of the ground and begins to walk in the woods, along with them. "Seems Oakheart wants to come too..."

Takiyah looks at the various companions, then at her Reos-colored garments. "I certainly feel like the odd one out," she quietly remarks with a chuckle.

Ssylrath stretches in the saddle, unarmored save for his scales. "I am glad that it is less cold than it hasss been. Snow is not my friend." He looks around. "What are we hunting, then? Sssmall prey or large?" He fiddles with the straps of a sling at his belt, and then at the handle of his long wooden lance.

The travel is relatively easy, and after a few hours the woods thicken around the road. Dark copses of snow-covered trees stand where open plain once was a few miles back, and in the distance the space between those groves becomes smaller and smaller until it becomes one large forest.

Even at the edge of the wooded area, signs of animal life are all around - droppings, broken underbrush, and other telltale indicators of creature life.

Vuk tends to range out from the party on his wolf, riding with his long gun cradled in his arms, the hammer cocked part way back, ready to fire at a moment's notice. His wolf manages to kill a few field mice every so often by diving into the snow, and Vuk doesn't seem inclined to stop it yet, it's allowed to hunt, it's not going to go after any thing dangerous, but once they get closer, Vuk will stop it, and no longer allow it to hunt on it's own. He needs to examine the tracks and take to ground.

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note, folks, I normally don't ask for skill checks. If you feel you have a skill that may be applicable to a particular situation, just OOC what you're rolling and why, and I'll let you know what the results are in private page."

<OOC> Vuk says, "hide and survival for tracking and hiding :D"

"We've about half a day ahead of us before we get there, but a large moose is our objective, though some bear and deer can be found there as well." Duroc says. He pulls up the hood of his brownish-grey cloak. Looking down at the various tracks, he kneels and examines the signs.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like Survival and/or Perception to find things to hunt. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Survival to track"

Ferawyn says, "Seems there's a large moose in the area. While I don't mind hunting it, I would like to make sure we use all of it's meat in food, instead of letting some of it rot." She says softly as they travel. Now she was in her element, which is very dangerous to anyone opposing her. The woods were her element and home, more so than any ranger..."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls survival: (7)+9: 16

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (4)+9: 13

GAME: Duroc rolls survival+1: (7)+7+1: 15

You paged Ssylrath with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

You paged Duroc with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

Ssylrath grins widely at Ferawyn. "There are those who hunt without need, they are an affront to the Green. If we find prey I can find a use for any parts that are not otherwise needed." He looks around at the surrounding trees. "You appear to be correct. I have seen these 'moose', but I have never hunted one before."

GAME: Vuk rolls stealth: (4)+22: 26

GAME: Vuk rolls survival+2: (8)+10+2: 20

<OOC> Vuk says, "Stealth is for tracking :)"

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers. Also, while you don't /see/ anything in the immediate area, you do catch a /smell/ of something... bad. Almost like rotten meat.'

Vuk spend a few minutes observing on foot before slipping back to his wolf and pulling himself onto its back, slowly pulling the hammer back on his long gun and moving to follow the freshest signs of the large animals. "It smells wrong." He says quietly to his wolf, like it's talking back to him, or confirming its behavior.

Duroc looks up at the trees, "Yep, made its mark in the trees, and if these are anything to go by, it's a big 'un." He pulls an arrow from his quiver and holds it in his free hand, "Best that we drop it quick, they are mean when angered."

Ferawyn turns her head towards Ssylrath and smiles a bit. "Keep the green word close to your heart." She then looks to Vuk. "Smells wrong?" She says looks to Duroc and nods. "all right." She then looks up towards the trees. "hear that Oakheart?" a loud creak and a wooden groan can be heard before a 'thump' 'thump' out ahead can be heard. "Let's keep our eyes open, in case Oakheart doesn't see it."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Perception check for me?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "well, for me and Oakheart."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "me first."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (7)+14: 21

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+2: (6)+2: 8

Ssylrath guides Muddy the bear with his knees, pulling out his well-worn sling and socketing a stone. "Wrong? Wrong how?"

GAME: Ferawyn refreshes spells.

You paged Ferawyn with 'Oakheart doesn't notice anything, but you catch it - the wind shifts for just a moment, and for that briefest of time you get the whiff of something rotten. Like spoiled meat.'

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "can I roll knowledge/nature or survival to figure out what sort?"

<OOC> Vuk will make a Perception check too Findrago, more ICly concerned with the evilthing. :)

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (10)+12: 22

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely rotten meat, with a hint of urine. Icky.'

GAME: Ferawyn rolls knowledge/nature: (13)+11: 24

GAME: Ferawyn rolls survival: (18)+14: 32

You paged Ferawyn with 'The meat smells definitely spoiled - definitely has a hint of horsemeat to it - and is acocmpanied by a fragrant bouquet of urine and general unwashed nastiness.'

Ferawyn pages: the loveliness of being a druid.

Takiyah does her best to stay out of the way of those more skilled at forestcraft, her hands resting on her weapons.

The wind shifts for a second, and carried upon it is a staccato, cackling noise. The noise is echoed again and again, reverberating off the trees and rocks, the snow doing little to dull it.

Vuk instinctively ducks lower and keeps his long gun close. "Decay." He says quietly, see? Now there's odd noises -and- bad things. "We should reconsider the nature of this hunt. I smell decay and something is hunting out here." Why did he ever think this would be easy?

Ferawyn sniffs at the air. "There was a horse up here.....it's been dead for a while, and something else has marked it. And it sounds like we're not alone." She then takes a deep breath. "Oakheart, stay close." She then looks to Takiyah. "Stay back with me. I imagine we're both the kind of person that stays out of the fighting." She says softly before looking to Ssylrath and Duroc. "Oakheart is a treant. If either of you know what it is, then it'll help us. Don't shoot at it."

Duroc frowns, "Could it be a carrion-eater?" He nods to Farawyn, "All right." Nocking the arrow, but not pulling back the string, he mutters quietly to himself in Dwarvish.

Ssylrath tucks his sling away again and readies his lance instead. "Walking tree. I know them." He scans the forest around with care. "If it killed a horssse it is unlikely to flee, that makes hunting much easier, but the rewards lessss. It may be bad meat." He makes a few hand-gestures with his free hand, apparently signals of some sort.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Oh, everyone has a +2 Morale versus fear and a +1 Morale on charge attacks while you can see me. I am all inspiring and stuff. Continuous effect."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Since this is the forest, I have an 18 AC."

Amidst the cackling, another sound rises - a low, plaintive moan, which only sets off another wave of cackles. From the sound of it, it's emanating a little ways to the east of the trail, over a small hill.

Ferawyn says, "Sounds like it's from that way." She says pointing east. Not only for the group, but for Oakheart, who follows. The steps of the treant aren't quite as thunderous this time."

Vuk is used to generally being coerced to investigate first, but this was dangerous, he was more at home here, and he just fades away soundlessly to circle wide to find a vantage point to observe over the hill. Stupid dwarf, stupid elf. Thinking he can't be quiet, maybe he'll just go home!

Takiyah draws her dragonspitter. "Not sure what's making those noises, but it can't be good," she mutters.

<OOC> Ferawyn makes a perception check.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (20)+14: 34

Ssylrath rides forward, directly towards the sound. "I will invessstigate, Muddy and I can take care of ourselves if necessary, for a time. Our claws are sharp."

"Well, we had best find it then," Duroc says gruffly, "I do not like this, not one bit."

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Findrago has dropped a TIMESTOP!
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GAME: Ssylrath rolls initiative: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 19

GAME: Takiyah rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 13

You paged Ferawyn with 'The low sounds is very moose-like. And pain-like. Like a moose in pain.'

Ferawyn pages: uh oh.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls initiative: Roll: 14 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 17

GAME: Duroc rolls initiative: Roll: 4 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 6

<OOC> Vuk says, "How do I roll +init with my FTerrain modifier?"

<OOC> Ferawyn only does one init, since my treant will move on the same init as me.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Roll it, and I'll modify. +2?"

GAME: Vuk rolls initiative: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 5 = Total: 17

<OOC> Vuk says, "Yep :) +2"

GAME: Vuk's initiative total changed to 19.

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The group makes their way quietly toward the location of the sounds, slowly cresting the hill to spy the source of it. Quickly, it becomes evident that something is going horribly wrong on the other side.

A /giant/ moose is fallen in the center of a small clearing, notable for its shards of bone that protrude from its skin. Its legs are obviously in bad shape, as crude, rusted jaw-traps are clamped onto two of them, and a net woven with razors is thrown over the top of it. Two spears stick out from its flank, and at least three arrows also are in its hide.

More disturbing, however, are the creatures that surround it. Five tall humanoids wrapped in filthy furs and wielding shortswords covered in dried gore circle the fallen animal, and they take turns cruelly cutting the beast and cackling at its thrashing.

Gnolls.

<OOC> Vuk HISS!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's my line, Vuk."

<OOC> Vuk pays Ssyl to hiss at Gnolls for me!

<OOC> Ssylrath hisses impressively.

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GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 1: Roll: 2 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 2

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 2: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 17

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 3 : Roll: 20 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 20

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 4 : Roll: 3 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 3

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 5 : Roll: 1 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 1

===================== Current Initiative Order - Round 1 =====================
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20 Gnoll 3
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19 Vuk Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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17 Gnoll 2
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17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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3 Gnoll 4
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2 Gnoll 1
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1 Gnoll 5
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GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 20.
It is now gnoll 3 's turn! Vuk is next!

Vuk pages: Psst, remember. I'm hidden as fark due to my roll :)

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (2)+2: 4

The gnolls continue slicing away at the helpless moose, and one pulls off a long strip of flesh and gobbles it down in the most awful way. He is completely oblivious to the party.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Vuk ended.

<OOC> Vuk says, "I'm going to mercy kill the moose."

<OOC> Vuk says, "want me to even roll for the shot or?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nah, it's essentially helpless. Just pose it."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ssylrath ended.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "How far away am I? I did go ahead."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Probably top of the hill, so I'd say 30 feet or so."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like to charge the nearest one then. I'll go for nonlethal, basically I'll be clotheslining it and riding by to a total of 60' move."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I have Ride-By Attack."

<OOC> Findrago says, "That'll be Gnoll #5. Go for it!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee +1 +4 -4: (2)+9+1+4+-4: 12

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss. :("

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "It should be flat-footed if that helps..."

Vuk ..was annoyed, even from a hundred steps distant from the gnolls and their trapped pray, he could was taking the shot. His long gun comes up, and it snaps in the cold air, the slug snarling past a gnoll, even clipping a few hairs off it, to explode through the moose's skull, blowing shards of bones, and it's brains out across the sickly snow. Whilst he loads another cartridge, his wolf is tearing off again, relocating by the gentle pressure of his heel. Where he was once cresting the hill, is now an empty spot as he moves to a vantage point to the left, behind a copse of young trees.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now gnoll 2's turn! Ferawyn is next!

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+3: (1)+3: 4 (Gnoll 2 throws a spear)

Ssylrath urges Muddy into action, riding right past the creatures with his lance out to the side. He pulls up on the far side and calls out to them. "Torturing animals is below a follower of the Green. Do you wish to withdraw or fight?"

One of the gnolls is covered in the result of Vuk's gunshot, although to be honest it was already pretty gore-covered. It leaps back as Ssylrath charges past, picking up a spear from the ground and hurling it at the bear-rider. It must have blood in its eye or something, because its throw is widely off-mark, and buries itself in a tree harmlessly.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ferawyn ended.

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close is the gnoll that tore off the chunk of the moose?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "40 feet. 30 from the top of the hill, plus he's on the far side of the dire moose."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "so he's in range. not of me....the treant."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Indeed."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he closes in and attacks, but I cast bull's strength on it."

GAME: Ferawyn casts Bull's Strength. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

<OOC> Findrago says, "Sounds good to me. Tree-whomp away."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he's also using power attack"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (15)+10: 25

<OOC> Findrago says, "hit!"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (2)+12: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Wow. gnoll #3 drops like a bad habit."

GAME: 'Gnoll 3' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 13.
It is now Takiyah's turn! Duroc is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Takiyah ended.

<OOC> Takiyah says, "Move to where I can affect most of the party and cast Bless."

"Great hunter. These gnolls are torturing this moose instead of killing it." Ferawyn exhales quietly and grazes her hand on Oakheart. "Oakheart, teach them to not torture the animals." A groan comes from the treant and it thumps it's way forward. rearing one branch back, it brings its branch down like a fist and hammer.....and crushes the gnoll with one blow.

GAME: Takiyah casts Bless. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15

<OOC> Findrago says, "Everyone, please keep in mind you are all now at +1 to hit and +1 to saves vs. fear."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 6.
It is now Duroc's turn! Gnoll 4 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Duroc ended.

Takiyah steps forward, drawing her hammer. "Reos, forge our determination into greatness!" she prays.

<OOC> Duroc says, "Going to attack the nearest living gnoll, then."

GAME: Duroc rolls attack+1: (19)+0+1: 20

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nice roll! What weapon do you have? is that a threat?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Nah, longbow. Surprised it didn't take my BAB or DEX into account."

<OOC> Findrago says, "it's +roll ranged, not +roll attack. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Duly noted"

GAME: Duroc rolls 1d8+4: (4)+4: 8

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, I gotta ask. What's the +4 from?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Mighty 4"

<OOC> Findrago says, "And you've got the +4 for Str?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Yep"

<OOC> Findrago says, "You're the man. Pose the damage."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 3.
It is now gnoll 4 's turn! Gnoll 1 is next!

Duroc looses an arrow at the nearest gnoll and gives a dark grin when the arrow strikes it in the leg.

<OOC> Findrago says, "There's an "arrow to the knee" joke in there somewhere. ;)"

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (15)+2: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Duroc, AC?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "18"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Swing and a miss. Stupid power attack. ;)"

As an arrow firmly embeds itself into his compatriot's thigh, another gnoll grabs his spear and charges headlong at the source of the attack with a mad laugh. The point of the weapon glances harmlessly off the dwarf's armor, instead burying itself in the ground.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 2.
It is now gnoll 1's turn! Gnoll 5 is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ssylrath, this one's charging you... AoO if you want."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1: (4)+9+1: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss on the AoO. and no, it's running around the other side of the moose."

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss anyway. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Even with the charge AC penalty?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ooh, you're right. Roll damage."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d8+6: (7)+6: 13

<OOC> Findrago says, "He kind of skewers himself. o.O"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's the idea. :)"

One of the other gnolls charges madly at Ssylrath, however he seems to miss the point of his lance. That is, until it's buried in his chest and protruding from his back.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 1.
It is now gnoll 5 's turn! Vuk is next!

GAME: 'gnoll 1' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

The gnoll that was just Duroc's target also charges at him, but the pain in its leg means its attack is also way off mark.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Quick recap: Gnolls 4 and 5 are on Duroc, and Gnoll 2 is on Ssylrath, who is definitely male."

<OOC> Vuk says, "Roger Roger. I'll shoot 4."

GAME: Vuk rolls ranged-5: (3)+11+-5: 9

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss!"

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "One is attacking me in melee?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "One chucked a spear at you."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, I'll charge him. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Heck, I'll challenge him first. :)"

<OOC> Findrago ooOOooOOoo.

Vuk was trying to shoot into a melee, and he was also trying to not shoot the rather insulting dwarf, it causes his shot to go wide, furrowing into a tree beyond the fight. "This hunt is not very... hunty." He isn't sure how to not yell 'There's gnolls trying to eat us.' without sounding like a coward. Which he is.

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1+1+1+4: (1)+9+1+1+1+4: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit!"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "My dice suck. That was a 1."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss! :D"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, with Ride-by Muddy will be charging too, and bite."

<OOC> Findrago says, "OK"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d20+8-1+2 (bite with power attack): (14)+8+-1+2 (bite with power attack): 23

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit! For realz!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 2d6+6+3 (bite damage): (5)+6+3 (bite damage): 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "The bear bites him in half. Probably gags on the taste."

GAME: 'gnoll 2' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close are the other two gnolls to my treant?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "They moved to fight Duroc. 20 feet or so."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "So he gets one attack. okay. and I'm casting call lightning."

Ssylrath levels his lance at the gnoll who threw a spear. "You will pay for what you have done to this animal!" He charges, the lance going slightly wide but the bear burying it in an avalanche of claws and teeth. Blood goes everywhere.

<OOC> Ferawyn has the treant attack first.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (16)+10: 26

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (7)+12: 19

<OOC> Findrago says, "which one was this on, 4, or the already-damaged 5?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "4."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Dead"

GAME: Ferawyn casts Call Lightning. Caster Level: 5 DC: 17

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "which I use on 5."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Reflex save?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "for half."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 3d6: (16): 16

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20: (9): 9

<OOC> Findrago nope nope nope. Crispy gnoll.

Ferawyn is still standing at the top of the hill as her companions try to fight off the gnolls. Oakheart, the sapling treant, turns it's fury upon one of the gnolls attacking duroc and in one swing and SMASH, the gnoll goes from laughing to non-existant. The other one, with the arrow in it's knee, gets a look from Ferawyn after she finishes chanting, electricity from the sky. "You should not have angered gilead by torturing an animal." She says.....and LOUDly snaps her fingers. The crack of her finger snap turns into a BOOM from a lightning strike.....right into the arrow from Duroc. The smoking gnolls falls dead next to the moose, and Oakheart looks to make sure all is now safe, especially since Oakheart is a LOT taller than the rest of them.

GAME: Findrago removes the timestop.

Timestop by Findrago has left.

GAME: You remove the timestop.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, we're out of rounds now because y'all are just too damn efficient and deadly. :)"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Also, can I get a quick perception check from everyone."

GAME: Duroc rolls perception: (5)+7: 12

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (10)+9: 19

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (4)+12: 16

Vuk waits till the gnolls are truly dead, and then moves in towards the carnage, his wolf growls about it, it reeks here. "We should burn the remains."

GAME: Takiyah rolls Perception: (1)+6: 7

Ssylrath speaks up. "No, even carrion-eaters are good meat if you are careful. Killing without need makes us as bad as them." He swings out of the saddle and pokes one with his clawed foot. "I will deal with them if you do not wish to."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (5)+14: 19

As Duroc was getting ready to deal with the two gnolls that attempted to skewer him when a treant kills one and a bolt of lightning stikes the other. A few blinks later and the confusion dissipates he says, "Oi!" He grumbles, "I ain't eating no gnoll, ye can have them if you want."

You paged (Ferawyn, Ssylrath) with 'As you're regrouping fromthe battle, you notice that one of the gnoll bodies is missing... the first one that the treant mauled to death. There are marks in the snow indicating that it was likely dragged intot he nearby underbrush, and in the distance you think you can see a larger humanoid figure striding through the woods with something over its shoulder... then disappear into the woodline.'

Takiyah carefully looks around, but her attention is drawn to the giant moose. "That... is a big moose. If I pattern the mana-pistons off of its muscles, I might be able to get better lifting strength on those belts," she muses.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, folks, feel free to RP amongst yourselves if you'd like... I've got the log running, but I need to step away for a bit, so I'm going to call the "adventure" part of the PrP finished here."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Don't forget to +nom your buddies for RP. And thanks for bearing with me - this was actually my first PrP. :)"

Vuk is -not- eating gnolls. "If you wish to try and butcher the moose, by all means. I meant we should burn the gnolls and perhaps look for their lair. They surely would have had one close to here." He points out... "Perhaps they even carried gems on their persons." He makes no move to search them.

Ferawyn quietly walks down from the hill and smiles to Takiyah. "Thank you for your help." She says softly before she looks to the others. "Put the carcasses together. They'll bring the carrion eaters to take care of the scraps." She then sighs a bit and pats Oakheart on the leg, noticing that one of the gnoll bodies is missing. "Hmm.....we may have more trouble later from these guys." She says softly. "I think we should head back. I'm sure we can find a few rabbits to eat on the way."

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note... the "horsemeat" smell some people got is because the gnolls have strips of horsemeat under their cloaks to use for rations. The cloaks are also the things that smell like pee. Gnolls are frighteningly unhygenic. :)"

Ssylrath crouches down and searches the gnolls quickly, pulling out anything of value and then starting on any garments they had on. "Muddy and I will bring honor to these creatures that they did not have in life." He seems undisturbed by the smell, perhaps because his nostrils seem to have closed up completely.

Ferawyn places a hand upon Duroc and Ssylrath. "As for you two, if I may seak with you both on the way back. If you both follow the ways of nature as i do, and wish to protect it, I may have a loose group of people you may wish to meet that have the same ideals. Interested?"

"We can talk, we can talk." Duroc says as he readies himself to depart. He begins making his way back to town to speak with the others.

Vuk is all for finding -not- corrupted filthy game, and he sure isn't eating any gnolls. "Yes yes, I will keep my ears open for further reports, hopefully they were not part of a larger band. I do not wish to think of the effects of many upon the local wild life.."

Ssylrath pulls out a skinning knife. "I'll deal with these, I understand if nobody else wants to join me."

Duroc takes a seat, and tries to tend to his equipment, and maybe try to even catch his breath, it happens when you have lightning flash in front of you and see a treant whallop a gnoll to death.

Ssylrath finishes butchering the gnolls and makes sure the moose is similarly dealt with. He packs up everyone of any use into his saddlebags.

<< Note: I was away for a bit and the log cut out here. There was still RP after this. >>

- Findrago!

[[Category:Logs]]

PRP: Hunting Party

2014-01-27T01:08:56Z

Findrago:

This was a spontaneous PrP that arose from a conversation in the Fernwood Pub - the first part of this log shows that conversation, with the actual PrP starting a little later on.

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The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy
because of the high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form
a lattice overhead, supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of
the double-door entry is a spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and
overlooks the main area. Large windows at this level grant an excellent view of the river
to the west and colorful market stalls to the north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged
by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana lanterns hang at intervals from
the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated ivy and ferns that
grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.
The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables
are set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself.
A few are deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are
meant for human-sized individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before
a semi-circular stage situated against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon
the wall and running up past the balcony and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe
organ made to look like the one lost when the Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah
Siege.
EXTRAS: +view
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Duroc A wide, sturdy looking dwarf wearing a heavy cloak ov 4m 1h
Findrago A young gypsy man with a neatly trimmed black beard. 0s 48m
Vuk The Avatar Priest that is Jibbom! 5m 1d
Ferawyn Short, red haired sylvan elf 1m 2h
Aurala Giantborn lass, Shiny Breastplate, and a Greatsword 6m 1h
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An Artifice-driven Boggle Board
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Out <O>
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Vuk doesn't carry his customary rifle in polite company, then again, he's wondering if most people consistute as polite company. ESPECIALLY Elves thanks to Sandy shoving him into pocket dimensions. The Innkeeper waits till Vuk sits down and doesn't appear to be about to do his antics before delivering his meal, which Vuk uses a small pen knife to cut into and eat heartily. "Here's to the return of spring, when ever Dana blesses us with it!" He says in a cheerful tone and raises his tankard to take a long sip!

Aurala shrugs, "Spring, winter, Summer, Fall, All is good, one learns to resist the cold and heat, and so one doesn't mind as time passes." she chuckles and then shrugs a bit.

Findrago wanders into the pub. "Well met, one and all!" he calls jovially, plopping down into a chair near the familiar faces. "And how is everyone this fine, foggy day?"

Duroc nods, "And who is your friend? Sorry for being rude, my name is Duroc." He leaves it at that, but does not raise his cup to the gobber's toast, but he does nod to Aurala, "Aye, no sense complaining when it changes little, best to just prepare and weather the storms."

Ferawyn sips at her tea as Duroc asks his question. "It isn't here right now, but my friend's name is Oakheart, or that's the one it gave me." She then smiles. "Ferawyn, Hunter of Gilead. A pleasure to meet you Duroc."

Vuk just -assumes- Duroc needs a proper introduction from his self, so he stands on the bench of the table, doffs his Top hat at the dwarf and then gives an exagerated bow. "Vuk Aleksy! Adventurer Extradionare! Slayer of the Undead! Defender of paths better left untrodden! Dispeller of animated objects! Scout esquire and camp steward! At your service good sir!" He says with another bow and doffing of his hat. Then he decides as he almost steps off the bench to sit down in a moment of being wise.

Findrago kicks his feet up onto a nearby chair. "And he's humble, too," he says with a grin and a nod of his head in Vuk's direction.

Aurala smiles a little adn then stretches, "Nice too meet all, if you need someone strong, or someone to smash, keep me in mind. Work has been slow lately."

"I see," Duroc says and mumbles something about gobbers as he chews on a piece of beef, "Well, that isn't good. Work would be most welcome, but I'll take what I can find."

Ferawyn says, "Well, the adventurer's guild offers odd jobs whenever things come up." However, she then tilts her head. "What is it you do though, Duroc?""

Vuk isn't sure if Findrago is poking fun at him or not so he gives one of his cheerful naive smiles at the man. "Of Course Good Sir Findrago!" His Sir comes out more like Sah, because Gobber speak or some such, but he's tearing into his sausages now. Spicy blood and pork sausages!

Findrago waves for the barkeep to bring over a mug of ale. "I mean that in the truest sense," he says. "I'm sure how you describe yourself barely begins to cover your exploits, Vuk." He turns to Duroc. "Name's Findrago Garibaldi - pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Duroc hunches over his food a little, almost out of instinct, "I hunt, I make arrows, and I get by. Bit of a treasure hunter, but trouble usually accompanies treasure so I haven't done too much of that. But I'll take a look o'er at the guild to see what I can do for them. The coin will be welcome."

Aurala has gotten a bit quiet as she eats and then just watches as she has finishes the food.

Vuk is thinking Findrago is teasing him, and for about half a second, he might even look less then cheerful, but then he is right back to it with a broad grin. "I dare say I aspire to be worthy of even Lady Sandiel's respect!" He says and raises his tankard again, taking polite sips, for he's a proper Gentleman.

Ferawyn tilts her head to Duroc. 'Comfortable in the woods, Duroc?" She says giving a longer look to Duroc, as if she was trying to see how truthful he was, and how comfortable he was in the woods. Bows and arrows were normally an elf thing, not a dwarf.

"Aye, I can work in the woods, under the mountains, in the fields. Wherever I am sent, I will go," Duroc's voice gives little away, "I can use a bow fairly well, but like yonder lady," he gestures to Aurala, "I prefer to smash my opponents."

Ferawyn says, "Ah, so you are a hunter as well?""

Findrago raises his mug back to Vuk. "And you are most worthy," he says, then takes a long sip of his drink and looks to Duroc. "Adaptive. Quite impressive," he muses. "Not many that I know who can both smash and shoot."

Aurala nods, and stretches, "I have learned to harness my rage and it serves me pretty well," she says and then shakes her head a bit. She takes a drink from the tankard she has.

"Aye, I can hunt. No sense going out and about if you can't feed yourself," Duroc nods and leans back, having finished his beef, "Enough things out there need a killin' and I am here to oblige." His tone is actually rather neutral, "It is the way the world works."

Oh By the Gods, someone did it, they mentioned hunting, and it has Vuk soon on top of the table and animated. "Why! I love a good spot of hunting! Nothing quite like it! Rather thrilling when you've cornered your game and take the shot! Then you get to prepare the most succulent of dishes!" He says whilst aiming an invisible rifle and firing. "Jolly good show it is! We should bring Zippo hunting!"

Ferawyn finally looks up at the gobber and scowls. "I don't see how you could ever go hunting. You can't be quiet long enough for an animal to wander by. You're louder than a mountain dwarf who doesn't like the woods." She then looks to Duroc and sighs. “Apologies, Duroc. If you are, indeed, a hunter like you say, then we could probably work together in the woods."

<OOC> Findrago would be happy to run a hunting scene PrP, if people are up for it. :)

"You talk too much, gobber," Duroc says without a smile. He sips on his ale and waves towards Ferawyn, "Meh, none taken. Should the opportunity arise, I will go, nothing better to do as of right now, and the practice would be welcome."

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EVENTS: Hunting Trip has been created for Sun Jan 26 14:25:00 2014. You can check the signup list for your event with +event/view #. When enough people have signed up, close the event with +event/close #, and confirm the list of characters you've chosen for the plot with +event/view <player1> <player2> ... .

Takiyah has arrived.

EVENTS: Hunting Trip is scheduled to start RIGHT NOW!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Going to keep us in the Fernwood Pub for starters, go from there. Give a good chance for the newcomers to join in before we hit the forest."

Vuk pages: I foresee this going to hell with non hunters XD

The party continues talking about hunting over their drinks - who can, who can't, and who would most likely make a lot of noise trudging through the woods. A few people at nearby tables can't help but be seen eavesdropping on the conversation, and one man actually turns his chair around completely to face the group. "If it's hunting yer lookin' for," he says, no small amount of rotgut evident on his breath, "then *hic* about a half day to the north... there's yer spot." He waves his tankard at the door, sloshing his drink all over the place. "Was there not three days ago, an' it's a hunter's dream."

Ferawyn raises her eyebrows. "really? What exactly is there?"

Vuk was declining on speaking of his abilities, the elf and dwarf didn't think he could be of use, and it has him -candidly- hurt. He prided him self on his ability to disappear into the woods and snow. But they were insulting him about it, so he wasn't going to be of much interest in them. He can hunt on his own! He's done it for a living! He provided an Inn with meat for a long time!

Duroc raises a brow, wiping the ale from his beard, "Aye, what is out there? I like to know what /can/ be hunted before I go out, surprises are seldom welcome on a hunt."

Takiyah had been quietly drinking off to the side, but the talk of hunting caught her attention.
"Might be willing to lend a hand," she remarked as she walks over to the group. "There's a project I'm working on, and the right materials could help wrap it up."

The man looks at his drink as if to question how the liquid keeps escaping as he waves the mug around, then wisely places it down on the table in a rare moment of clarity. "The usual stuff, but lots of it. Deer. Bears. I think I saw a moose. Big uns, too. Antlers the size of /this/!" he says, spreading his arms as far wide as he could... which nearly causes him to tip off his chair. "We're talkin' trophy stuff."

Ferawyn gives the man a level look. "If I'm going to hunt, it's because it's a menace to the surrounding area, or for food, not for trophies. besides, I don't keep trophies anyways." She then sighs a bit. "at least I got the smell off of me from the nest. Ugh."

"Eh, a large moose means a large amount of meat, and I doubt it is a boon to the farmers. I'll go for it, antlers will simply be a welcome prize, as well as any hides or pelts we can get," Duroc says bluntly, sipping from his tankard again.

Ferawyn says, "Mm....good point. Though I'm sure a few of the people around can use the meat. Of course, you get first call on the meat, Duroc...as long as you eat it." She then smiles a bit. "I'm going to guess my friend will have to come along too."

The man shrugs to Ferawyn. "If'n you don't want a trophy, ya' don't need to take one. I've found decent coin in 'em, though, and I'm sure others might as well. But the meat..." He kisses his fingers for emphasis. "Pretty much falls off the bone. Tender as all get out."

Duroc nods, "Aye, we had best get going then, no sense wasting any time." The dwarf looks at Vuk, and points, "You, if ye can keep your mouth shut, come with us. Maybe you will prove useful."

Ferawyn snerks at the man. "Not worried about trophies. Meat can be good at times. The hide might be useful though." She says as she gets up. "We'll meet Oakheart on the way, Duroc." She says as she starts her way on out.

Vuk is already disappearing into the crowd, see? Granted, he's -short- which helps, but he doesn't need their permission to hunt! It's just moose, and it's not like he has to worry about dire rats or something..or a Genie..

Duroc nods, "Very well." He grabs his own things next to him and makes his way to the door.

Ssylrath is outside brushing his large bear. He is festooned with trinkets and trophies on leather thongs, each a claw, tooth or feather of some sort. He is taking quietly to the shaggy beast in Draconic.

"Happy huntin'!" calls the drunk, staggering to the door to see the party off. "When ya' bring home the catch o' yer lives, don't forget to thank..." His voice trails off as he spies Ssylrath's bear outside. "Well, if that ain't the damnedest thing," he breathes, then looks into his mug and realizes it's empty. "Gonna need another drink."

And with that, he stumbles back into the tavern.

Vuk was going to his wolf, which because of silly laws couldn't sit inside and get free scraps of food, it also has most of his kit on it, so you know, there's that, and he's messing with its ears as he whispers quietly to it, apparently he talks to wolves.

Ferawyn waves back to the drunk and chuckles. 'Now lets see if this little tale he tells is true." She says as she heads for the gate and heads north. She seems to relax a LOT more visibly as she leaves the city.

After a quick side trip to grab the last of her gear, Takiyah catches up with the rest of the group as they head out from the city.

Ssylrath nods to Vuk as he appears. "I thought that mussst be your friend there, not many wolves in the city most of the time." His voice is harsh and sibilant. "How is your nessst keeping?"

Duroc slings his pack and earthbreaker onto his back and picks up his bow. He keeps on appearing rather gruff and cross, whether he is in a city or in the wild. The presence of a trinket-covered bear catches his attention, causing him to blink and turn to Farawyn, "A bear?"

Vuk will give a doff of his top hat to Ssyl. "That it is! That it is! Wonderful companion!" He says and moves to pull him self up right onto it. He doesn't even need a saddle, Gobbers are rather known for riding wolves after all.

Ferawyn looks to Ssylrath and his bear, then smiles. "yeah. A bear. Seems someone keeps rather good care of it too." She says before looking to Ssylrath. "Join us for a hunt? We'll make sure your friends have food after it's over."

The guards at the North Gate seem more than happy to let the ragtag group of goblins, lizardfolk, bears, wolves, and everything else out of the city, waving incredulously as they set out upon the road. The traffic into and out of the city has kept the way relatively clear of snow, although either side of the road is still blanketed in white.

Ssylrath grins toothily, his long tongue licking over his snout. "I'm always up for a hunt if Muddy here is hungry, and Muddy is always hungry." He emphasizes by slapping the bear on the shoulder then pulling himself into the saddle. "Meat is good, hunting honour the Green if done properly." He kicks Muddy into movement, riding easily along.

Looking down at the arrival of another gobber, Duroc comments, "Gobbers are everywhere it seems." He doesn't seem the most pleased, but he keeps on walking. Keeping an eye out for what may come.

Vuk bobs his head at Ssylrath's words. "Hunting in moderation helps keep the wilds in balance. Dana allows us to hunt so we may have food, but does not wish us to cull to many, for it would hurt the balance."

Once out of the city and near the forest, Ferawyn seems to say something in a strange language, to no one in particular....or so it seems. A few seconds later, a tree moves, tearing up a bit of ground as it lifts its roots out of the ground and begins to walk in the woods, along with them. "Seems Oakheart wants to come too..."

Takiyah looks at the various companions, then at her Reos-colored garments. "I certainly feel like the odd one out," she quietly remarks with a chuckle.

Ssylrath stretches in the saddle, unarmored save for his scales. "I am glad that it is less cold than it hasss been. Snow is not my friend." He looks around. "What are we hunting, then? Sssmall prey or large?" He fiddles with the straps of a sling at his belt, and then at the handle of his long wooden lance.

The travel is relatively easy, and after a few hours the woods thicken around the road. Dark copses of snow-covered trees stand where open plain once was a few miles back, and in the distance the space between those groves becomes smaller and smaller until it becomes one large forest.

Even at the edge of the wooded area, signs of animal life are all around - droppings, broken underbrush, and other telltale indicators of creature life.

Vuk tends to range out from the party on his wolf, riding with his long gun cradled in his arms, the hammer cocked part way back, ready to fire at a moment's notice. His wolf manages to kill a few field mice every so often by diving into the snow, and Vuk doesn't seem inclined to stop it yet, it's allowed to hunt, it's not going to go after any thing dangerous, but once they get closer, Vuk will stop it, and no longer allow it to hunt on it's own. He needs to examine the tracks and take to ground.

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note, folks, I normally don't ask for skill checks. If you feel you have a skill that may be applicable to a particular situation, just OOC what you're rolling and why, and I'll let you know what the results are in private page."

<OOC> Vuk says, "hide and survival for tracking and hiding :D"

"We've about half a day ahead of us before we get there, but a large moose is our objective, though some bear and deer can be found there as well." Duroc says. He pulls up the hood of his brownish-grey cloak. Looking down at the various tracks, he kneels and examines the signs.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like Survival and/or Perception to find things to hunt. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Survival to track"

Ferawyn says, "Seems there's a large moose in the area. While I don't mind hunting it, I would like to make sure we use all of it's meat in food, instead of letting some of it rot." She says softly as they travel. Now she was in her element, which is very dangerous to anyone opposing her. The woods were her element and home, more so than any ranger..."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls survival: (7)+9: 16

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (4)+9: 13

GAME: Duroc rolls survival+1: (7)+7+1: 15

You paged Ssylrath with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

You paged Duroc with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

Ssylrath grins widely at Ferawyn. "There are those who hunt without need, they are an affront to the Green. If we find prey I can find a use for any parts that are not otherwise needed." He looks around at the surrounding trees. "You appear to be correct. I have seen these 'moose', but I have never hunted one before."

GAME: Vuk rolls stealth: (4)+22: 26

GAME: Vuk rolls survival+2: (8)+10+2: 20

<OOC> Vuk says, "Stealth is for tracking :)"

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers. Also, while you don't /see/ anything in the immediate area, you do catch a /smell/ of something... bad. Almost like rotten meat.'

Vuk spend a few minutes observing on foot before slipping back to his wolf and pulling himself onto its back, slowly pulling the hammer back on his long gun and moving to follow the freshest signs of the large animals. "It smells wrong." He says quietly to his wolf, like it's talking back to him, or confirming its behavior.

Duroc looks up at the trees, "Yep, made its mark in the trees, and if these are anything to go by, it's a big 'un." He pulls an arrow from his quiver and holds it in his free hand, "Best that we drop it quick, they are mean when angered."

Ferawyn turns her head towards Ssylrath and smiles a bit. "Keep the green word close to your heart." She then looks to Vuk. "Smells wrong?" She says looks to Duroc and nods. "all right." She then looks up towards the trees. "hear that Oakheart?" a loud creak and a wooden groan can be heard before a 'thump' 'thump' out ahead can be heard. "Let's keep our eyes open, in case Oakheart doesn't see it."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Perception check for me?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "well, for me and Oakheart."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "me first."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (7)+14: 21

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+2: (6)+2: 8

Ssylrath guides Muddy the bear with his knees, pulling out his well-worn sling and socketing a stone. "Wrong? Wrong how?"

GAME: Ferawyn refreshes spells.

You paged Ferawyn with 'Oakheart doesn't notice anything, but you catch it - the wind shifts for just a moment, and for that briefest of time you get the whiff of something rotten. Like spoiled meat.'

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "can I roll knowledge/nature or survival to figure out what sort?"

<OOC> Vuk will make a Perception check too Findrago, more ICly concerned with the evilthing. :)

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (10)+12: 22

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely rotten meat, with a hint of urine. Icky.'

GAME: Ferawyn rolls knowledge/nature: (13)+11: 24

GAME: Ferawyn rolls survival: (18)+14: 32

You paged Ferawyn with 'The meat smells definitely spoiled - definitely has a hint of horsemeat to it - and is acocmpanied by a fragrant bouquet of urine and general unwashed nastiness.'

Ferawyn pages: the loveliness of being a druid.

Takiyah does her best to stay out of the way of those more skilled at forestcraft, her hands resting on her weapons.

The wind shifts for a second, and carried upon it is a staccato, cackling noise. The noise is echoed again and again, reverberating off the trees and rocks, the snow doing little to dull it.

Vuk instinctively ducks lower and keeps his long gun close. "Decay." He says quietly, see? Now there's odd noises -and- bad things. "We should reconsider the nature of this hunt. I smell decay and something is hunting out here." Why did he ever think this would be easy?

Ferawyn sniffs at the air. "There was a horse up here.....it's been dead for a while, and something else has marked it. And it sounds like we're not alone." She then takes a deep breath. "Oakheart, stay close." She then looks to Takiyah. "Stay back with me. I imagine we're both the kind of person that stays out of the fighting." She says softly before looking to Ssylrath and Duroc. "Oakheart is a treant. If either of you know what it is, then it'll help us. Don't shoot at it."

Duroc frowns, "Could it be a carrion-eater?" He nods to Farawyn, "All right." Nocking the arrow, but not pulling back the string, he mutters quietly to himself in Dwarvish.

Ssylrath tucks his sling away again and readies his lance instead. "Walking tree. I know them." He scans the forest around with care. "If it killed a horssse it is unlikely to flee, that makes hunting much easier, but the rewards lessss. It may be bad meat." He makes a few hand-gestures with his free hand, apparently signals of some sort.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Oh, everyone has a +2 Morale versus fear and a +1 Morale on charge attacks while you can see me. I am all inspiring and stuff. Continuous effect."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Since this is the forest, I have an 18 AC."

Amidst the cackling, another sound rises - a low, plaintive moan, which only sets off another wave of cackles. From the sound of it, it's emanating a little ways to the east of the trail, over a small hill.

Ferawyn says, "Sounds like it's from that way." She says pointing east. Not only for the group, but for Oakheart, who follows. The steps of the treant aren't quite as thunderous this time."

Vuk is used to generally being coerced to investigate first, but this was dangerous, he was more at home here, and he just fades away soundlessly to circle wide to find a vantage point to observe over the hill. Stupid dwarf, stupid elf. Thinking he can't be quiet, maybe he'll just go home!

Takiyah draws her dragonspitter. "Not sure what's making those noises, but it can't be good," she mutters.

<OOC> Ferawyn makes a perception check.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (20)+14: 34

Ssylrath rides forward, directly towards the sound. "I will invessstigate, Muddy and I can take care of ourselves if necessary, for a time. Our claws are sharp."

"Well, we had best find it then," Duroc says gruffly, "I do not like this, not one bit."

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Findrago has dropped a TIMESTOP!
Please +init, then cease all roleplay and actions immediately and wait for
Findrago to instruct you further.
For additional in-combat commands, please type: +thelp.
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GAME: Ssylrath rolls initiative: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 19

GAME: Takiyah rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 13

You paged Ferawyn with 'The low sounds is very moose-like. And pain-like. Like a moose in pain.'

Ferawyn pages: uh oh.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls initiative: Roll: 14 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 17

GAME: Duroc rolls initiative: Roll: 4 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 6

<OOC> Vuk says, "How do I roll +init with my FTerrain modifier?"

<OOC> Ferawyn only does one init, since my treant will move on the same init as me.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Roll it, and I'll modify. +2?"

GAME: Vuk rolls initiative: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 5 = Total: 17

<OOC> Vuk says, "Yep :) +2"

GAME: Vuk's initiative total changed to 19.

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19 Vuk Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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The group makes their way quietly toward the location of the sounds, slowly cresting the hill to spy the source of it. Quickly, it becomes evident that something is going horribly wrong on the other side.

A /giant/ moose is fallen in the center of a small clearing, notable for its shards of bone that protrude from its skin. Its legs are obviously in bad shape, as crude, rusted jaw-traps are clamped onto two of them, and a net woven with razors is thrown over the top of it. Two spears stick out from its flank, and at least three arrows also are in its hide.

More disturbing, however, are the creatures that surround it. Five tall humanoids wrapped in filthy furs and wielding shortswords covered in dried gore circle the fallen animal, and they take turns cruelly cutting the beast and cackling at its thrashing.

Gnolls.

<OOC> Vuk HISS!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's my line, Vuk."

<OOC> Vuk pays Ssyl to hiss at Gnolls for me!

<OOC> Ssylrath hisses impressively.

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GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 1: Roll: 2 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 2

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 2: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 17

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 3 : Roll: 20 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 20

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 4 : Roll: 3 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 3

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 5 : Roll: 1 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 1

===================== Current Initiative Order - Round 1 =====================
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20 Gnoll 3
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19 Vuk Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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17 Gnoll 2
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17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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3 Gnoll 4
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2 Gnoll 1
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1 Gnoll 5
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GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 20.
It is now gnoll 3 's turn! Vuk is next!

Vuk pages: Psst, remember. I'm hidden as fark due to my roll :)

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (2)+2: 4

The gnolls continue slicing away at the helpless moose, and one pulls off a long strip of flesh and gobbles it down in the most awful way. He is completely oblivious to the party.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Vuk ended.

<OOC> Vuk says, "I'm going to mercy kill the moose."

<OOC> Vuk says, "want me to even roll for the shot or?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nah, it's essentially helpless. Just pose it."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ssylrath ended.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "How far away am I? I did go ahead."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Probably top of the hill, so I'd say 30 feet or so."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like to charge the nearest one then. I'll go for nonlethal, basically I'll be clotheslining it and riding by to a total of 60' move."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I have Ride-By Attack."

<OOC> Findrago says, "That'll be Gnoll #5. Go for it!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee +1 +4 -4: (2)+9+1+4+-4: 12

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss. :("

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "It should be flat-footed if that helps..."

Vuk ..was annoyed, even from a hundred steps distant from the gnolls and their trapped pray, he could was taking the shot. His long gun comes up, and it snaps in the cold air, the slug snarling past a gnoll, even clipping a few hairs off it, to explode through the moose's skull, blowing shards of bones, and it's brains out across the sickly snow. Whilst he loads another cartridge, his wolf is tearing off again, relocating by the gentle pressure of his heel. Where he was once cresting the hill, is now an empty spot as he moves to a vantage point to the left, behind a copse of young trees.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now gnoll 2's turn! Ferawyn is next!

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+3: (1)+3: 4 (Gnoll 2 throws a spear)

Ssylrath urges Muddy into action, riding right past the creatures with his lance out to the side. He pulls up on the far side and calls out to them. "Torturing animals is below a follower of the Green. Do you wish to withdraw or fight?"

One of the gnolls is covered in the result of Vuk's gunshot, although to be honest it was already pretty gore-covered. It leaps back as Ssylrath charges past, picking up a spear from the ground and hurling it at the bear-rider. It must have blood in its eye or something, because its throw is widely off-mark, and buries itself in a tree harmlessly.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ferawyn ended.

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close is the gnoll that tore off the chunk of the moose?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "40 feet. 30 from the top of the hill, plus he's on the far side of the dire moose."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "so he's in range. not of me....the treant."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Indeed."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he closes in and attacks, but I cast bull's strength on it."

GAME: Ferawyn casts Bull's Strength. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

<OOC> Findrago says, "Sounds good to me. Tree-whomp away."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he's also using power attack"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (15)+10: 25

<OOC> Findrago says, "hit!"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (2)+12: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Wow. gnoll #3 drops like a bad habit."

GAME: 'Gnoll 3' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 13.
It is now Takiyah's turn! Duroc is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Takiyah ended.

<OOC> Takiyah says, "Move to where I can affect most of the party and cast Bless."

"Great hunter. These gnolls are torturing this moose instead of killing it." Ferawyn exhales quietly and grazes her hand on Oakheart. "Oakheart, teach them to not torture the animals." A groan comes from the treant and it thumps it's way forward. rearing one branch back, it brings its branch down like a fist and hammer.....and crushes the gnoll with one blow.

GAME: Takiyah casts Bless. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15

<OOC> Findrago says, "Everyone, please keep in mind you are all now at +1 to hit and +1 to saves vs. fear."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 6.
It is now Duroc's turn! Gnoll 4 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Duroc ended.

Takiyah steps forward, drawing her hammer. "Reos, forge our determination into greatness!" she prays.

<OOC> Duroc says, "Going to attack the nearest living gnoll, then."

GAME: Duroc rolls attack+1: (19)+0+1: 20

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nice roll! What weapon do you have? is that a threat?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Nah, longbow. Surprised it didn't take my BAB or DEX into account."

<OOC> Findrago says, "it's +roll ranged, not +roll attack. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Duly noted"

GAME: Duroc rolls 1d8+4: (4)+4: 8

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, I gotta ask. What's the +4 from?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Mighty 4"

<OOC> Findrago says, "And you've got the +4 for Str?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Yep"

<OOC> Findrago says, "You're the man. Pose the damage."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 3.
It is now gnoll 4 's turn! Gnoll 1 is next!

Duroc looses an arrow at the nearest gnoll and gives a dark grin when the arrow strikes it in the leg.

<OOC> Findrago says, "There's an "arrow to the knee" joke in there somewhere. ;)"

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (15)+2: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Duroc, AC?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "18"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Swing and a miss. Stupid power attack. ;)"

As an arrow firmly embeds itself into his compatriot's thigh, another gnoll grabs his spear and charges headlong at the source of the attack with a mad laugh. The point of the weapon glances harmlessly off the dwarf's armor, instead burying itself in the ground.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 2.
It is now gnoll 1's turn! Gnoll 5 is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ssylrath, this one's charging you... AoO if you want."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1: (4)+9+1: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss on the AoO. and no, it's running around the other side of the moose."

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss anyway. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Even with the charge AC penalty?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ooh, you're right. Roll damage."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d8+6: (7)+6: 13

<OOC> Findrago says, "He kind of skewers himself. o.O"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's the idea. :)"

One of the other gnolls charges madly at Ssylrath, however he seems to miss the point of his lance. That is, until it's buried in his chest and protruding from his back.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 1.
It is now gnoll 5 's turn! Vuk is next!

GAME: 'gnoll 1' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

The gnoll that was just Duroc's target also charges at him, but the pain in its leg means its attack is also way off mark.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Quick recap: Gnolls 4 and 5 are on Duroc, and Gnoll 2 is on Ssylrath, who is definitely male."

<OOC> Vuk says, "Roger Roger. I'll shoot 4."

GAME: Vuk rolls ranged-5: (3)+11+-5: 9

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss!"

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "One is attacking me in melee?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "One chucked a spear at you."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, I'll charge him. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Heck, I'll challenge him first. :)"

<OOC> Findrago ooOOooOOoo.

Vuk was trying to shoot into a melee, and he was also trying to not shoot the rather insulting dwarf, it causes his shot to go wide, furrowing into a tree beyond the fight. "This hunt is not very... hunty." He isn't sure how to not yell 'There's gnolls trying to eat us.' without sounding like a coward. Which he is.

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1+1+1+4: (1)+9+1+1+1+4: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit!"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "My dice suck. That was a 1."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss! :D"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, with Ride-by Muddy will be charging too, and bite."

<OOC> Findrago says, "OK"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d20+8-1+2 (bite with power attack): (14)+8+-1+2 (bite with power attack): 23

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit! For realz!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 2d6+6+3 (bite damage): (5)+6+3 (bite damage): 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "The bear bites him in half. Probably gags on the taste."

GAME: 'gnoll 2' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close are the other two gnolls to my treant?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "They moved to fight Duroc. 20 feet or so."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "So he gets one attack. okay. and I'm casting call lightning."

Ssylrath levels his lance at the gnoll who threw a spear. "You will pay for what you have done to this animal!" He charges, the lance going slightly wide but the bear burying it in an avalanche of claws and teeth. Blood goes everywhere.

<OOC> Ferawyn has the treant attack first.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (16)+10: 26

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (7)+12: 19

<OOC> Findrago says, "which one was this on, 4, or the already-damaged 5?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "4."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Dead"

GAME: Ferawyn casts Call Lightning. Caster Level: 5 DC: 17

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "which I use on 5."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Reflex save?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "for half."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 3d6: (16): 16

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20: (9): 9

<OOC> Findrago nope nope nope. Crispy gnoll.

Ferawyn is still standing at the top of the hill as her companions try to fight off the gnolls. Oakheart, the sapling treant, turns it's fury upon one of the gnolls attacking duroc and in one swing and SMASH, the gnoll goes from laughing to non-existant. The other one, with the arrow in it's knee, gets a look from Ferawyn after she finishes chanting, electricity from the sky. "You should not have angered gilead by torturing an animal." She says.....and LOUDly snaps her fingers. The crack of her finger snap turns into a BOOM from a lightning strike.....right into the arrow from Duroc. The smoking gnolls falls dead next to the moose, and Oakheart looks to make sure all is now safe, especially since Oakheart is a LOT taller than the rest of them.

GAME: Findrago removes the timestop.

Timestop by Findrago has left.

GAME: You remove the timestop.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, we're out of rounds now because y'all are just too damn efficient and deadly. :)"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Also, can I get a quick perception check from everyone."

GAME: Duroc rolls perception: (5)+7: 12

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (10)+9: 19

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (4)+12: 16

Vuk waits till the gnolls are truly dead, and then moves in towards the carnage, his wolf growls about it, it reeks here. "We should burn the remains."

GAME: Takiyah rolls Perception: (1)+6: 7

Ssylrath speaks up. "No, even carrion-eaters are good meat if you are careful. Killing without need makes us as bad as them." He swings out of the saddle and pokes one with his clawed foot. "I will deal with them if you do not wish to."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (5)+14: 19

As Duroc was getting ready to deal with the two gnolls that attempted to skewer him when a treant kills one and a bolt of lightning stikes the other. A few blinks later and the confusion dissipates he says, "Oi!" He grumbles, "I ain't eating no gnoll, ye can have them if you want."

You paged (Ferawyn, Ssylrath) with 'As you're regrouping fromthe battle, you notice that one of the gnoll bodies is missing... the first one that the treant mauled to death. There are marks in the snow indicating that it was likely dragged intot he nearby underbrush, and in the distance you think you can see a larger humanoid figure striding through the woods with something over its shoulder... then disappear into the woodline.'

Takiyah carefully looks around, but her attention is drawn to the giant moose. "That... is a big moose. If I pattern the mana-pistons off of its muscles, I might be able to get better lifting strength on those belts," she muses.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, folks, feel free to RP amongst yourselves if you'd like... I've got the log running, but I need to step away for a bit, so I'm going to call the "adventure" part of the PrP finished here."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Don't forget to +nom your buddies for RP. And thanks for bearing with me - this was actually my first PrP. :)"

Vuk is -not- eating gnolls. "If you wish to try and butcher the moose, by all means. I meant we should burn the gnolls and perhaps look for their lair. They surely would have had one close to here." He points out... "Perhaps they even carried gems on their persons." He makes no move to search them.

Ferawyn quietly walks down from the hill and smiles to Takiyah. "Thank you for your help." She says softly before she looks to the others. "Put the carcasses together. They'll bring the carrion eaters to take care of the scraps." She then sighs a bit and pats Oakheart on the leg, noticing that one of the gnoll bodies is missing. "Hmm.....we may have more trouble later from these guys." She says softly. "I think we should head back. I'm sure we can find a few rabbits to eat on the way."

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note... the "horsemeat" smell some people got is because the gnolls have strips of horsemeat under their cloaks to use for rations. The cloaks are also the things that smell like pee. Gnolls are frighteningly unhygenic. :)"

Ssylrath crouches down and searches the gnolls quickly, pulling out anything of value and then starting on any garments they had on. "Muddy and I will bring honor to these creatures that they did not have in life." He seems undisturbed by the smell, perhaps because his nostrils seem to have closed up completely.

Ferawyn places a hand upon Duroc and Ssylrath. "As for you two, if I may seak with you both on the way back. If you both follow the ways of nature as i do, and wish to protect it, I may have a loose group of people you may wish to meet that have the same ideals. Interested?"

"We can talk, we can talk." Duroc says as he readies himself to depart. He begins making his way back to town to speak with the others.

Vuk is all for finding -not- corrupted filthy game, and he sure isn't eating any gnolls. "Yes yes, I will keep my ears open for further reports, hopefully they were not part of a larger band. I do not wish to think of the effects of many upon the local wild life.."

Ssylrath pulls out a skinning knife. "I'll deal with these, I understand if nobody else wants to join me."

Duroc takes a seat, and tries to tend to his equipment, and maybe try to even catch his breath, it happens when you have lightning flash in front of you and see a treant whallop a gnoll to death.

Ssylrath finishes butchering the gnolls and makes sure the moose is similarly dealt with. He packs up everyone of any use into his saddlebags.

<< Note: I was away for a bit and the log cut out here. There was still RP after this. >>

- Findrago!

[[Category:Logs]]

PRP: Hunting Party

2014-01-27T01:08:30Z

Findrago:

This was a spontaneous PrP that arose from a conversation in the Fernwood Pub - the first part of this log shows that conversation, with the actual PrP starting a little later on.

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The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy
because of the high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form
a lattice overhead, supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of
the double-door entry is a spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and
overlooks the main area. Large windows at this level grant an excellent view of the river
to the west and colorful market stalls to the north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged
by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana lanterns hang at intervals from
the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated ivy and ferns that
grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.
The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables
are set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself.
A few are deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are
meant for human-sized individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before
a semi-circular stage situated against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon
the wall and running up past the balcony and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe
organ made to look like the one lost when the Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah
Siege.
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Duroc A wide, sturdy looking dwarf wearing a heavy cloak ov 4m 1h
Findrago A young gypsy man with a neatly trimmed black beard. 0s 48m
Vuk The Avatar Priest that is Jibbom! 5m 1d
Ferawyn Short, red haired sylvan elf 1m 2h
Aurala Giantborn lass, Shiny Breastplate, and a Greatsword 6m 1h
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Vuk doesn't carry his customary rifle in polite company, then again, he's wondering if most people consistute as polite company. ESPECIALLY Elves thanks to Sandy shoving him into pocket dimensions. The Innkeeper waits till Vuk sits down and doesn't appear to be about to do his antics before delivering his meal, which Vuk uses a small pen knife to cut into and eat heartily. "Here's to the return of spring, when ever Dana blesses us with it!" He says in a cheerful tone and raises his tankard to take a long sip!

Aurala shrugs, "Spring, winter, Summer, Fall, All is good, one learns to resist the cold and heat, and so one doesn't mind as time passes." she chuckles and then shrugs a bit.

Findrago wanders into the pub. "Well met, one and all!" he calls jovially, plopping down into a chair near the familiar faces. "And how is everyone this fine, foggy day?"

Duroc nods, "And who is your friend? Sorry for being rude, my name is Duroc." He leaves it at that, but does not raise his cup to the gobber's toast, but he does nod to Aurala, "Aye, no sense complaining when it changes little, best to just prepare and weather the storms."

Ferawyn sips at her tea as Duroc asks his question. "It isn't here right now, but my friend's name is Oakheart, or that's the one it gave me." She then smiles. "Ferawyn, Hunter of Gilead. A pleasure to meet you Duroc."

Vuk just -assumes- Duroc needs a proper introduction from his self, so he stands on the bench of the table, doffs his Top hat at the dwarf and then gives an exagerated bow. "Vuk Aleksy! Adventurer Extradionare! Slayer of the Undead! Defender of paths better left untrodden! Dispeller of animated objects! Scout esquire and camp steward! At your service good sir!" He says with another bow and doffing of his hat. Then he decides as he almost steps off the bench to sit down in a moment of being wise.

Findrago kicks his feet up onto a nearby chair. "And he's humble, too," he says with a grin and a nod of his head in Vuk's direction.

Aurala smiles a little adn then stretches, "Nice too meet all, if you need someone strong, or someone to smash, keep me in mind. Work has been slow lately."

"I see," Duroc says and mumbles something about gobbers as he chews on a piece of beef, "Well, that isn't good. Work would be most welcome, but I'll take what I can find."

Ferawyn says, "Well, the adventurer's guild offers odd jobs whenever things come up." However, she then tilts her head. "What is it you do though, Duroc?""

Vuk isn't sure if Findrago is poking fun at him or not so he gives one of his cheerful naive smiles at the man. "Of Course Good Sir Findrago!" His Sir comes out more like Sah, because Gobber speak or some such, but he's tearing into his sausages now. Spicy blood and pork sausages!

Findrago waves for the barkeep to bring over a mug of ale. "I mean that in the truest sense," he says. "I'm sure how you describe yourself barely begins to cover your exploits, Vuk." He turns to Duroc. "Name's Findrago Garibaldi - pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Duroc hunches over his food a little, almost out of instinct, "I hunt, I make arrows, and I get by. Bit of a treasure hunter, but trouble usually accompanies treasure so I haven't done too much of that. But I'll take a look o'er at the guild to see what I can do for them. The coin will be welcome."

Aurala has gotten a bit quiet as she eats and then just watches as she has finishes the food.

Vuk is thinking Findrago is teasing him, and for about half a second, he might even look less then cheerful, but then he is right back to it with a broad grin. "I dare say I aspire to be worthy of even Lady Sandiel's respect!" He says and raises his tankard again, taking polite sips, for he's a proper Gentleman.

Ferawyn tilts her head to Duroc. 'Comfortable in the woods, Duroc?" She says giving a longer look to Duroc, as if she was trying to see how truthful he was, and how comfortable he was in the woods. Bows and arrows were normally an elf thing, not a dwarf.

"Aye, I can work in the woods, under the mountains, in the fields. Wherever I am sent, I will go," Duroc's voice gives little away, "I can use a bow fairly well, but like yonder lady," he gestures to Aurala, "I prefer to smash my opponents."

Ferawyn says, "Ah, so you are a hunter as well?""

Findrago raises his mug back to Vuk. "And you are most worthy," he says, then takes a long sip of his drink and looks to Duroc. "Adaptive. Quite impressive," he muses. "Not many that I know who can both smash and shoot."

Aurala nods, and stretches, "I have learned to harness my rage and it serves me pretty well," she says and then shakes her head a bit. She takes a drink from the tankard she has.

"Aye, I can hunt. No sense going out and about if you can't feed yourself," Duroc nods and leans back, having finished his beef, "Enough things out there need a killin' and I am here to oblige." His tone is actually rather neutral, "It is the way the world works."

Oh By the Gods, someone did it, they mentioned hunting, and it has Vuk soon on top of the table and animated. "Why! I love a good spot of hunting! Nothing quite like it! Rather thrilling when you've cornered your game and take the shot! Then you get to prepare the most succulent of dishes!" He says whilst aiming an invisible rifle and firing. "Jolly good show it is! We should bring Zippo hunting!"

Ferawyn finally looks up at the gobber and scowls. "I don't see how you could ever go hunting. You can't be quiet long enough for an animal to wander by. You're louder than a mountain dwarf who doesn't like the woods." She then looks to Duroc and sighs. “Apologies, Duroc. If you are, indeed, a hunter like you say, then we could probably work together in the woods."

<OOC> Findrago would be happy to run a hunting scene PrP, if people are up for it. :)

"You talk too much, gobber," Duroc says without a smile. He sips on his ale and waves towards Ferawyn, "Meh, none taken. Should the opportunity arise, I will go, nothing better to do as of right now, and the practice would be welcome."

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This can be anything from an emitted scene of a bar room brawl to a dungeon crawl. The system is set up in a way to encourage spontaneous plots as well as pre-planned scenarios with minimal fuss with the staff. In short, if you have an itch to run a player run plot, for the most part you're allowed to do so. That is, plots tend to not require pre-approval from staff. Visit the website at Roleplay > Player Run Plots for details and awards.

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EVENTS: Hunting Trip has been created for Sun Jan 26 14:25:00 2014. You can check the signup list for your event with +event/view #. When enough people have signed up, close the event with +event/close #, and confirm the list of characters you've chosen for the plot with +event/view <player1> <player2> ... .

Takiyah has arrived.

EVENTS: Hunting Trip is scheduled to start RIGHT NOW!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Going to keep us in the Fernwood Pub for starters, go from there. Give a good chance for the newcomers to join in before we hit the forest."

Vuk pages: I foresee this going to hell with non hunters XD

The party continues talking about hunting over their drinks - who can, who can't, and who would most likely make a lot of noise trudging through the woods. A few people at nearby tables can't help but be seen eavesdropping on the conversation, and one man actually turns his chair around completely to face the group. "If it's hunting yer lookin' for," he says, no small amount of rotgut evident on his breath, "then *hic* about a half day to the north... there's yer spot." He waves his tankard at the door, sloshing his drink all over the place. "Was there not three days ago, an' it's a hunter's dream."

Ferawyn raises her eyebrows. "really? What exactly is there?"

Vuk was declining on speaking of his abilities, the elf and dwarf didn't think he could be of use, and it has him -candidly- hurt. He prided him self on his ability to disappear into the woods and snow. But they were insulting him about it, so he wasn't going to be of much interest in them. He can hunt on his own! He's done it for a living! He provided an Inn with meat for a long time!

Duroc raises a brow, wiping the ale from his beard, "Aye, what is out there? I like to know what /can/ be hunted before I go out, surprises are seldom welcome on a hunt."

Takiyah had been quietly drinking off to the side, but the talk of hunting caught her attention.
"Might be willing to lend a hand," she remarked as she walks over to the group. "There's a project I'm working on, and the right materials could help wrap it up."

The man looks at his drink as if to question how the liquid keeps escaping as he waves the mug around, then wisely places it down on the table in a rare moment of clarity. "The usual stuff, but lots of it. Deer. Bears. I think I saw a moose. Big uns, too. Antlers the size of /this/!" he says, spreading his arms as far wide as he could... which nearly causes him to tip off his chair. "We're talkin' trophy stuff."

Ferawyn gives the man a level look. "If I'm going to hunt, it's because it's a menace to the surrounding area, or for food, not for trophies. besides, I don't keep trophies anyways." She then sighs a bit. "at least I got the smell off of me from the nest. Ugh."

"Eh, a large moose means a large amount of meat, and I doubt it is a boon to the farmers. I'll go for it, antlers will simply be a welcome prize, as well as any hides or pelts we can get," Duroc says bluntly, sipping from his tankard again.

Ferawyn says, "Mm....good point. Though I'm sure a few of the people around can use the meat. Of course, you get first call on the meat, Duroc...as long as you eat it." She then smiles a bit. "I'm going to guess my friend will have to come along too."

The man shrugs to Ferawyn. "If'n you don't want a trophy, ya' don't need to take one. I've found decent coin in 'em, though, and I'm sure others might as well. But the meat..." He kisses his fingers for emphasis. "Pretty much falls off the bone. Tender as all get out."

Duroc nods, "Aye, we had best get going then, no sense wasting any time." The dwarf looks at Vuk, and points, "You, if ye can keep your mouth shut, come with us. Maybe you will prove useful."

Ferawyn snerks at the man. "Not worried about trophies. Meat can be good at times. The hide might be useful though." She says as she gets up. "We'll meet Oakheart on the way, Duroc." She says as she starts her way on out.

Vuk is already disappearing into the crowd, see? Granted, he's -short- which helps, but he doesn't need their permission to hunt! It's just moose, and it's not like he has to worry about dire rats or something..or a Genie..

Duroc nods, "Very well." He grabs his own things next to him and makes his way to the door.

Ssylrath is outside brushing his large bear. He is festooned with trinkets and trophies on leather thongs, each a claw, tooth or feather of some sort. He is taking quietly to the shaggy beast in Draconic.

"Happy huntin'!" calls the drunk, staggering to the door to see the party off. "When ya' bring home the catch o' yer lives, don't forget to thank..." His voice trails off as he spies Ssylrath's bear outside. "Well, if that ain't the damnedest thing," he breathes, then looks into his mug and realizes it's empty. "Gonna need another drink."

And with that, he stumbles back into the tavern.

Vuk was going to his wolf, which because of silly laws couldn't sit inside and get free scraps of food, it also has most of his kit on it, so you know, there's that, and he's messing with its ears as he whispers quietly to it, apparently he talks to wolves.

Ferawyn waves back to the drunk and chuckles. 'Now lets see if this little tale he tells is true." She says as she heads for the gate and heads north. She seems to relax a LOT more visibly as she leaves the city.

After a quick side trip to grab the last of her gear, Takiyah catches up with the rest of the group as they head out from the city.

Ssylrath nods to Vuk as he appears. "I thought that mussst be your friend there, not many wolves in the city most of the time." His voice is harsh and sibilant. "How is your nessst keeping?"

Duroc slings his pack and earthbreaker onto his back and picks up his bow. He keeps on appearing rather gruff and cross, whether he is in a city or in the wild. The presence of a trinket-covered bear catches his attention, causing him to blink and turn to Farawyn, "A bear?"

Vuk will give a doff of his top hat to Ssyl. "That it is! That it is! Wonderful companion!" He says and moves to pull him self up right onto it. He doesn't even need a saddle, Gobbers are rather known for riding wolves after all.

Ferawyn looks to Ssylrath and his bear, then smiles. "yeah. A bear. Seems someone keeps rather good care of it too." She says before looking to Ssylrath. "Join us for a hunt? We'll make sure your friends have food after it's over."

The guards at the North Gate seem more than happy to let the ragtag group of goblins, lizardfolk, bears, wolves, and everything else out of the city, waving incredulously as they set out upon the road. The traffic into and out of the city has kept the way relatively clear of snow, although either side of the road is still blanketed in white.

Ssylrath grins toothily, his long tongue licking over his snout. "I'm always up for a hunt if Muddy here is hungry, and Muddy is always hungry." He emphasizes by slapping the bear on the shoulder then pulling himself into the saddle. "Meat is good, hunting honour the Green if done properly." He kicks Muddy into movement, riding easily along.

Looking down at the arrival of another gobber, Duroc comments, "Gobbers are everywhere it seems." He doesn't seem the most pleased, but he keeps on walking. Keeping an eye out for what may come.

Vuk bobs his head at Ssylrath's words. "Hunting in moderation helps keep the wilds in balance. Dana allows us to hunt so we may have food, but does not wish us to cull to many, for it would hurt the balance."

Once out of the city and near the forest, Ferawyn seems to say something in a strange language, to no one in particular....or so it seems. A few seconds later, a tree moves, tearing up a bit of ground as it lifts its roots out of the ground and begins to walk in the woods, along with them. "Seems Oakheart wants to come too..."

Takiyah looks at the various companions, then at her Reos-colored garments. "I certainly feel like the odd one out," she quietly remarks with a chuckle.

Ssylrath stretches in the saddle, unarmored save for his scales. "I am glad that it is less cold than it hasss been. Snow is not my friend." He looks around. "What are we hunting, then? Sssmall prey or large?" He fiddles with the straps of a sling at his belt, and then at the handle of his long wooden lance.

The travel is relatively easy, and after a few hours the woods thicken around the road. Dark copses of snow-covered trees stand where open plain once was a few miles back, and in the distance the space between those groves becomes smaller and smaller until it becomes one large forest.

Even at the edge of the wooded area, signs of animal life are all around - droppings, broken underbrush, and other telltale indicators of creature life.

Vuk tends to range out from the party on his wolf, riding with his long gun cradled in his arms, the hammer cocked part way back, ready to fire at a moment's notice. His wolf manages to kill a few field mice every so often by diving into the snow, and Vuk doesn't seem inclined to stop it yet, it's allowed to hunt, it's not going to go after any thing dangerous, but once they get closer, Vuk will stop it, and no longer allow it to hunt on it's own. He needs to examine the tracks and take to ground.

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note, folks, I normally don't ask for skill checks. If you feel you have a skill that may be applicable to a particular situation, just OOC what you're rolling and why, and I'll let you know what the results are in private page."

<OOC> Vuk says, "hide and survival for tracking and hiding :D"

"We've about half a day ahead of us before we get there, but a large moose is our objective, though some bear and deer can be found there as well." Duroc says. He pulls up the hood of his brownish-grey cloak. Looking down at the various tracks, he kneels and examines the signs.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like Survival and/or Perception to find things to hunt. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Survival to track"

Ferawyn says, "Seems there's a large moose in the area. While I don't mind hunting it, I would like to make sure we use all of it's meat in food, instead of letting some of it rot." She says softly as they travel. Now she was in her element, which is very dangerous to anyone opposing her. The woods were her element and home, more so than any ranger..."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls survival: (7)+9: 16

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (4)+9: 13

GAME: Duroc rolls survival+1: (7)+7+1: 15

You paged Ssylrath with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

You paged Duroc with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

Ssylrath grins widely at Ferawyn. "There are those who hunt without need, they are an affront to the Green. If we find prey I can find a use for any parts that are not otherwise needed." He looks around at the surrounding trees. "You appear to be correct. I have seen these 'moose', but I have never hunted one before."

GAME: Vuk rolls stealth: (4)+22: 26

GAME: Vuk rolls survival+2: (8)+10+2: 20

<OOC> Vuk says, "Stealth is for tracking :)"

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers. Also, while you don't /see/ anything in the immediate area, you do catch a /smell/ of something... bad. Almost like rotten meat.'

Vuk spend a few minutes observing on foot before slipping back to his wolf and pulling himself onto its back, slowly pulling the hammer back on his long gun and moving to follow the freshest signs of the large animals. "It smells wrong." He says quietly to his wolf, like it's talking back to him, or confirming its behavior.

Duroc looks up at the trees, "Yep, made its mark in the trees, and if these are anything to go by, it's a big 'un." He pulls an arrow from his quiver and holds it in his free hand, "Best that we drop it quick, they are mean when angered."

Ferawyn turns her head towards Ssylrath and smiles a bit. "Keep the green word close to your heart." She then looks to Vuk. "Smells wrong?" She says looks to Duroc and nods. "all right." She then looks up towards the trees. "hear that Oakheart?" a loud creak and a wooden groan can be heard before a 'thump' 'thump' out ahead can be heard. "Let's keep our eyes open, in case Oakheart doesn't see it."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Perception check for me?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "well, for me and Oakheart."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "me first."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (7)+14: 21

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+2: (6)+2: 8

Ssylrath guides Muddy the bear with his knees, pulling out his well-worn sling and socketing a stone. "Wrong? Wrong how?"

GAME: Ferawyn refreshes spells.

You paged Ferawyn with 'Oakheart doesn't notice anything, but you catch it - the wind shifts for just a moment, and for that briefest of time you get the whiff of something rotten. Like spoiled meat.'

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "can I roll knowledge/nature or survival to figure out what sort?"

<OOC> Vuk will make a Perception check too Findrago, more ICly concerned with the evilthing. :)

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (10)+12: 22

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely rotten meat, with a hint of urine. Icky.'

GAME: Ferawyn rolls knowledge/nature: (13)+11: 24

GAME: Ferawyn rolls survival: (18)+14: 32

You paged Ferawyn with 'The meat smells definitely spoiled - definitely has a hint of horsemeat to it - and is acocmpanied by a fragrant bouquet of urine and general unwashed nastiness.'

Ferawyn pages: the loveliness of being a druid.

Takiyah does her best to stay out of the way of those more skilled at forestcraft, her hands resting on her weapons.

The wind shifts for a second, and carried upon it is a staccato, cackling noise. The noise is echoed again and again, reverberating off the trees and rocks, the snow doing little to dull it.

Vuk instinctively ducks lower and keeps his long gun close. "Decay." He says quietly, see? Now there's odd noises -and- bad things. "We should reconsider the nature of this hunt. I smell decay and something is hunting out here." Why did he ever think this would be easy?

Ferawyn sniffs at the air. "There was a horse up here.....it's been dead for a while, and something else has marked it. And it sounds like we're not alone." She then takes a deep breath. "Oakheart, stay close." She then looks to Takiyah. "Stay back with me. I imagine we're both the kind of person that stays out of the fighting." She says softly before looking to Ssylrath and Duroc. "Oakheart is a treant. If either of you know what it is, then it'll help us. Don't shoot at it."

Duroc frowns, "Could it be a carrion-eater?" He nods to Farawyn, "All right." Nocking the arrow, but not pulling back the string, he mutters quietly to himself in Dwarvish.

Ssylrath tucks his sling away again and readies his lance instead. "Walking tree. I know them." He scans the forest around with care. "If it killed a horssse it is unlikely to flee, that makes hunting much easier, but the rewards lessss. It may be bad meat." He makes a few hand-gestures with his free hand, apparently signals of some sort.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Oh, everyone has a +2 Morale versus fear and a +1 Morale on charge attacks while you can see me. I am all inspiring and stuff. Continuous effect."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Since this is the forest, I have an 18 AC."

Amidst the cackling, another sound rises - a low, plaintive moan, which only sets off another wave of cackles. From the sound of it, it's emanating a little ways to the east of the trail, over a small hill.

Ferawyn says, "Sounds like it's from that way." She says pointing east. Not only for the group, but for Oakheart, who follows. The steps of the treant aren't quite as thunderous this time."

Vuk is used to generally being coerced to investigate first, but this was dangerous, he was more at home here, and he just fades away soundlessly to circle wide to find a vantage point to observe over the hill. Stupid dwarf, stupid elf. Thinking he can't be quiet, maybe he'll just go home!

Takiyah draws her dragonspitter. "Not sure what's making those noises, but it can't be good," she mutters.

<OOC> Ferawyn makes a perception check.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (20)+14: 34

Ssylrath rides forward, directly towards the sound. "I will invessstigate, Muddy and I can take care of ourselves if necessary, for a time. Our claws are sharp."

"Well, we had best find it then," Duroc says gruffly, "I do not like this, not one bit."

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Findrago has dropped a TIMESTOP!
Please +init, then cease all roleplay and actions immediately and wait for
Findrago to instruct you further.
For additional in-combat commands, please type: +thelp.
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GAME: Ssylrath rolls initiative: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 19

GAME: Takiyah rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 13

You paged Ferawyn with 'The low sounds is very moose-like. And pain-like. Like a moose in pain.'

Ferawyn pages: uh oh.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls initiative: Roll: 14 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 17

GAME: Duroc rolls initiative: Roll: 4 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 6

<OOC> Vuk says, "How do I roll +init with my FTerrain modifier?"

<OOC> Ferawyn only does one init, since my treant will move on the same init as me.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Roll it, and I'll modify. +2?"

GAME: Vuk rolls initiative: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 5 = Total: 17

<OOC> Vuk says, "Yep :) +2"

GAME: Vuk's initiative total changed to 19.

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19 Vuk Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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The group makes their way quietly toward the location of the sounds, slowly cresting the hill to spy the source of it. Quickly, it becomes evident that something is going horribly wrong on the other side.

A /giant/ moose is fallen in the center of a small clearing, notable for its shards of bone that protrude from its skin. Its legs are obviously in bad shape, as crude, rusted jaw-traps are clamped onto two of them, and a net woven with razors is thrown over the top of it. Two spears stick out from its flank, and at least three arrows also are in its hide.

More disturbing, however, are the creatures that surround it. Five tall humanoids wrapped in filthy furs and wielding shortswords covered in dried gore circle the fallen animal, and they take turns cruelly cutting the beast and cackling at its thrashing.

Gnolls.

<OOC> Vuk HISS!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's my line, Vuk."

<OOC> Vuk pays Ssyl to hiss at Gnolls for me!

<OOC> Ssylrath hisses impressively.

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GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 1: Roll: 2 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 2

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 2: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 17

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 3 : Roll: 20 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 20

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 4 : Roll: 3 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 3

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 5 : Roll: 1 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 1

===================== Current Initiative Order - Round 1 =====================
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20 Gnoll 3
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19 Vuk Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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17 Gnoll 2
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17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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3 Gnoll 4
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2 Gnoll 1
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1 Gnoll 5
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GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 20.
It is now gnoll 3 's turn! Vuk is next!

Vuk pages: Psst, remember. I'm hidden as fark due to my roll :)

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (2)+2: 4

The gnolls continue slicing away at the helpless moose, and one pulls off a long strip of flesh and gobbles it down in the most awful way. He is completely oblivious to the party.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Vuk ended.

<OOC> Vuk says, "I'm going to mercy kill the moose."

<OOC> Vuk says, "want me to even roll for the shot or?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nah, it's essentially helpless. Just pose it."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ssylrath ended.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "How far away am I? I did go ahead."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Probably top of the hill, so I'd say 30 feet or so."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like to charge the nearest one then. I'll go for nonlethal, basically I'll be clotheslining it and riding by to a total of 60' move."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I have Ride-By Attack."

<OOC> Findrago says, "That'll be Gnoll #5. Go for it!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee +1 +4 -4: (2)+9+1+4+-4: 12

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss. :("

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "It should be flat-footed if that helps..."

Vuk ..was annoyed, even from a hundred steps distant from the gnolls and their trapped pray, he could was taking the shot. His long gun comes up, and it snaps in the cold air, the slug snarling past a gnoll, even clipping a few hairs off it, to explode through the moose's skull, blowing shards of bones, and it's brains out across the sickly snow. Whilst he loads another cartridge, his wolf is tearing off again, relocating by the gentle pressure of his heel. Where he was once cresting the hill, is now an empty spot as he moves to a vantage point to the left, behind a copse of young trees.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now gnoll 2's turn! Ferawyn is next!

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+3: (1)+3: 4 (Gnoll 2 throws a spear)

Ssylrath urges Muddy into action, riding right past the creatures with his lance out to the side. He pulls up on the far side and calls out to them. "Torturing animals is below a follower of the Green. Do you wish to withdraw or fight?"

One of the gnolls is covered in the result of Vuk's gunshot, although to be honest it was already pretty gore-covered. It leaps back as Ssylrath charges past, picking up a spear from the ground and hurling it at the bear-rider. It must have blood in its eye or something, because its throw is widely off-mark, and buries itself in a tree harmlessly.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ferawyn ended.

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close is the gnoll that tore off the chunk of the moose?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "40 feet. 30 from the top of the hill, plus he's on the far side of the dire moose."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "so he's in range. not of me....the treant."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Indeed."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he closes in and attacks, but I cast bull's strength on it."

GAME: Ferawyn casts Bull's Strength. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

<OOC> Findrago says, "Sounds good to me. Tree-whomp away."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he's also using power attack"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (15)+10: 25

<OOC> Findrago says, "hit!"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (2)+12: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Wow. gnoll #3 drops like a bad habit."

GAME: 'Gnoll 3' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 13.
It is now Takiyah's turn! Duroc is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Takiyah ended.

<OOC> Takiyah says, "Move to where I can affect most of the party and cast Bless."

"Great hunter. These gnolls are torturing this moose instead of killing it." Ferawyn exhales quietly and grazes her hand on Oakheart. "Oakheart, teach them to not torture the animals." A groan comes from the treant and it thumps it's way forward. rearing one branch back, it brings its branch down like a fist and hammer.....and crushes the gnoll with one blow.

GAME: Takiyah casts Bless. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15

<OOC> Findrago says, "Everyone, please keep in mind you are all now at +1 to hit and +1 to saves vs. fear."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 6.
It is now Duroc's turn! Gnoll 4 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Duroc ended.

Takiyah steps forward, drawing her hammer. "Reos, forge our determination into greatness!" she prays.

<OOC> Duroc says, "Going to attack the nearest living gnoll, then."

GAME: Duroc rolls attack+1: (19)+0+1: 20

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nice roll! What weapon do you have? is that a threat?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Nah, longbow. Surprised it didn't take my BAB or DEX into account."

<OOC> Findrago says, "it's +roll ranged, not +roll attack. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Duly noted"

GAME: Duroc rolls 1d8+4: (4)+4: 8

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, I gotta ask. What's the +4 from?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Mighty 4"

<OOC> Findrago says, "And you've got the +4 for Str?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Yep"

<OOC> Findrago says, "You're the man. Pose the damage."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 3.
It is now gnoll 4 's turn! Gnoll 1 is next!

Duroc looses an arrow at the nearest gnoll and gives a dark grin when the arrow strikes it in the leg.

<OOC> Findrago says, "There's an "arrow to the knee" joke in there somewhere. ;)"

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (15)+2: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Duroc, AC?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "18"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Swing and a miss. Stupid power attack. ;)"

As an arrow firmly embeds itself into his compatriot's thigh, another gnoll grabs his spear and charges headlong at the source of the attack with a mad laugh. The point of the weapon glances harmlessly off the dwarf's armor, instead burying itself in the ground.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 2.
It is now gnoll 1's turn! Gnoll 5 is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ssylrath, this one's charging you... AoO if you want."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1: (4)+9+1: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss on the AoO. and no, it's running around the other side of the moose."

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss anyway. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Even with the charge AC penalty?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ooh, you're right. Roll damage."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d8+6: (7)+6: 13

<OOC> Findrago says, "He kind of skewers himself. o.O"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's the idea. :)"

One of the other gnolls charges madly at Ssylrath, however he seems to miss the point of his lance. That is, until it's buried in his chest and protruding from his back.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 1.
It is now gnoll 5 's turn! Vuk is next!

GAME: 'gnoll 1' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

The gnoll that was just Duroc's target also charges at him, but the pain in its leg means its attack is also way off mark.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Quick recap: Gnolls 4 and 5 are on Duroc, and Gnoll 2 is on Ssylrath, who is definitely male."

<OOC> Vuk says, "Roger Roger. I'll shoot 4."

GAME: Vuk rolls ranged-5: (3)+11+-5: 9

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss!"

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "One is attacking me in melee?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "One chucked a spear at you."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, I'll charge him. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Heck, I'll challenge him first. :)"

<OOC> Findrago ooOOooOOoo.

Vuk was trying to shoot into a melee, and he was also trying to not shoot the rather insulting dwarf, it causes his shot to go wide, furrowing into a tree beyond the fight. "This hunt is not very... hunty." He isn't sure how to not yell 'There's gnolls trying to eat us.' without sounding like a coward. Which he is.

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1+1+1+4: (1)+9+1+1+1+4: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit!"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "My dice suck. That was a 1."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss! :D"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, with Ride-by Muddy will be charging too, and bite."

<OOC> Findrago says, "OK"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d20+8-1+2 (bite with power attack): (14)+8+-1+2 (bite with power attack): 23

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit! For realz!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 2d6+6+3 (bite damage): (5)+6+3 (bite damage): 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "The bear bites him in half. Probably gags on the taste."

GAME: 'gnoll 2' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close are the other two gnolls to my treant?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "They moved to fight Duroc. 20 feet or so."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "So he gets one attack. okay. and I'm casting call lightning."

Ssylrath levels his lance at the gnoll who threw a spear. "You will pay for what you have done to this animal!" He charges, the lance going slightly wide but the bear burying it in an avalanche of claws and teeth. Blood goes everywhere.

<OOC> Ferawyn has the treant attack first.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (16)+10: 26

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (7)+12: 19

<OOC> Findrago says, "which one was this on, 4, or the already-damaged 5?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "4."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Dead"

GAME: Ferawyn casts Call Lightning. Caster Level: 5 DC: 17

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "which I use on 5."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Reflex save?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "for half."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 3d6: (16): 16

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20: (9): 9

<OOC> Findrago nope nope nope. Crispy gnoll.

Ferawyn is still standing at the top of the hill as her companions try to fight off the gnolls. Oakheart, the sapling treant, turns it's fury upon one of the gnolls attacking duroc and in one swing and SMASH, the gnoll goes from laughing to non-existant. The other one, with the arrow in it's knee, gets a look from Ferawyn after she finishes chanting, electricity from the sky. "You should not have angered gilead by torturing an animal." She says.....and LOUDly snaps her fingers. The crack of her finger snap turns into a BOOM from a lightning strike.....right into the arrow from Duroc. The smoking gnolls falls dead next to the moose, and Oakheart looks to make sure all is now safe, especially since Oakheart is a LOT taller than the rest of them.

GAME: Findrago removes the timestop.

Timestop by Findrago has left.

GAME: You remove the timestop.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, we're out of rounds now because y'all are just too damn efficient and deadly. :)"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Also, can I get a quick perception check from everyone."

GAME: Duroc rolls perception: (5)+7: 12

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (10)+9: 19

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (4)+12: 16

Vuk waits till the gnolls are truly dead, and then moves in towards the carnage, his wolf growls about it, it reeks here. "We should burn the remains."

GAME: Takiyah rolls Perception: (1)+6: 7

Ssylrath speaks up. "No, even carrion-eaters are good meat if you are careful. Killing without need makes us as bad as them." He swings out of the saddle and pokes one with his clawed foot. "I will deal with them if you do not wish to."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (5)+14: 19

As Duroc was getting ready to deal with the two gnolls that attempted to skewer him when a treant kills one and a bolt of lightning stikes the other. A few blinks later and the confusion dissipates he says, "Oi!" He grumbles, "I ain't eating no gnoll, ye can have them if you want."

You paged (Ferawyn, Ssylrath) with 'As you're regrouping fromthe battle, you notice that one of the gnoll bodies is missing... the first one that the treant mauled to death. There are marks in the snow indicating that it was likely dragged intot he nearby underbrush, and in the distance you think you can see a larger humanoid figure striding through the woods with something over its shoulder... then disappear into the woodline.'

Takiyah carefully looks around, but her attention is drawn to the giant moose. "That... is a big moose. If I pattern the mana-pistons off of its muscles, I might be able to get better lifting strength on those belts," she muses.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, folks, feel free to RP amongst yourselves if you'd like... I've got the log running, but I need to step away for a bit, so I'm going to call the "adventure" part of the PrP finished here."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Don't forget to +nom your buddies for RP. And thanks for bearing with me - this was actually my first PrP. :)"

Vuk is -not- eating gnolls. "If you wish to try and butcher the moose, by all means. I meant we should burn the gnolls and perhaps look for their lair. They surely would have had one close to here." He points out... "Perhaps they even carried gems on their persons." He makes no move to search them.

Ferawyn quietly walks down from the hill and smiles to Takiyah. "Thank you for your help." She says softly before she looks to the others. "Put the carcasses together. They'll bring the carrion eaters to take care of the scraps." She then sighs a bit and pats Oakheart on the leg, noticing that one of the gnoll bodies is missing. "Hmm.....we may have more trouble later from these guys." She says softly. "I think we should head back. I'm sure we can find a few rabbits to eat on the way."

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note... the "horsemeat" smell some people got is because the gnolls have strips of horsemeat under their cloaks to use for rations. The cloaks are also the things that smell like pee. Gnolls are frighteningly unhygenic. :)"

Ssylrath crouches down and searches the gnolls quickly, pulling out anything of value and then starting on any garments they had on. "Muddy and I will bring honor to these creatures that they did not have in life." He seems undisturbed by the smell, perhaps because his nostrils seem to have closed up completely.

Ferawyn places a hand upon Duroc and Ssylrath. "As for you two, if I may seak with you both on the way back. If you both follow the ways of nature as i do, and wish to protect it, I may have a loose group of people you may wish to meet that have the same ideals. Interested?"

"We can talk, we can talk." Duroc says as he readies himself to depart. He begins making his way back to town to speak with the others.

Vuk is all for finding -not- corrupted filthy game, and he sure isn't eating any gnolls. "Yes yes, I will keep my ears open for further reports, hopefully they were not part of a larger band. I do not wish to think of the effects of many upon the local wild life.."

Ssylrath pulls out a skinning knife. "I'll deal with these, I understand if nobody else wants to join me."

Duroc takes a seat, and tries to tend to his equipment, and maybe try to even catch his breath, it happens when you have lightning flash in front of you and see a treant whallop a gnoll to death.

Ssylrath finishes butchering the gnolls and makes sure the moose is similarly dealt with. He packs up everyone of any use into his saddlebags.

<< Note: I was away for a bit and the log cut out here. There was still RP after this. >>

- Findrago!

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PRP: Hunting Party

2014-01-27T01:04:02Z

Findrago:

This was a spontaneous PrP that arose from a conversation in the Fernwood Pub - the first part of this log shows that conversation, with the actual PrP starting a little later on.

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The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy because of the high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form a lattice overhead, supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of the double-door entry is a spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and overlooks the main area. Large windows at this level grant an excellent view of the river to the west and colorful market stalls to the north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana lanterns hang at intervals from the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated ivy and ferns that grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.
The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables are set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself. A few are deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are meant for human-sized individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before a semi-circular stage situated against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon the wall and running up past the balcony and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe organ made to look like the one lost when the Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah Siege.
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Duroc A wide, sturdy looking dwarf wearing a heavy cloak ov 4m 1h
Findrago A young gypsy man with a neatly trimmed black beard. 0s 48m
Vuk The Avatar Priest that is Jibbom! 5m 1d
Ferawyn Short, red haired sylvan elf 1m 2h
Aurala Giantborn lass, Shiny Breastplate, and a Greatsword 6m 1h
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Vuk doesn't carry his customary rifle in polite company, then again, he's wondering if most people consistute as polite company. ESPECIALLY Elves thanks to Sandy shoving him into pocket dimensions. The Innkeeper waits till Vuk sits down and doesn't appear to be about to do his antics before delivering his meal, which Vuk uses a small pen knife to cut into and eat heartily. "Here's to the return of spring, when ever Dana blesses us with it!" He says in a cheerful tone and raises his tankard to take a long sip!

Aurala shrugs, "Spring, winter, Summer, Fall, All is good, one learns to resist the cold and heat, and so one doesn't mind as time passes." she chuckles and then shrugs a bit.

Findrago wanders into the pub. "Well met, one and all!" he calls jovially, plopping down into a chair near the familiar faces. "And how is everyone this fine, foggy day?"

Duroc nods, "And who is your friend? Sorry for being rude, my name is Duroc." He leaves it at that, but does not raise his cup to the gobber's toast, but he does nod to Aurala, "Aye, no sense complaining when it changes little, best to just prepare and weather the storms."

Ferawyn sips at her tea as Duroc asks his question. "It isn't here right now, but my friend's name is Oakheart, or that's the one it gave me." She then smiles. "Ferawyn, Hunter of Gilead. A pleasure to meet you Duroc."

Vuk just -assumes- Duroc needs a proper introduction from his self, so he stands on the bench of the table, doffs his Top hat at the dwarf and then gives an exagerated bow. "Vuk Aleksy! Adventurer Extradionare! Slayer of the Undead! Defender of paths better left untrodden! Dispeller of animated objects! Scout esquire and camp steward! At your service good sir!" He says with another bow and doffing of his hat. Then he decides as he almost steps off the bench to sit down in a moment of being wise.

Findrago kicks his feet up onto a nearby chair. "And he's humble, too," he says with a grin and a nod of his head in Vuk's direction.

Aurala smiles a little adn then stretches, "Nice too meet all, if you need someone strong, or someone to smash, keep me in mind. Work has been slow lately."

"I see," Duroc says and mumbles something about gobbers as he chews on a piece of beef, "Well, that isn't good. Work would be most welcome, but I'll take what I can find."

Ferawyn says, "Well, the adventurer's guild offers odd jobs whenever things come up." However, she then tilts her head. "What is it you do though, Duroc?""

Vuk isn't sure if Findrago is poking fun at him or not so he gives one of his cheerful naive smiles at the man. "Of Course Good Sir Findrago!" His Sir comes out more like Sah, because Gobber speak or some such, but he's tearing into his sausages now. Spicy blood and pork sausages!

Findrago waves for the barkeep to bring over a mug of ale. "I mean that in the truest sense," he says. "I'm sure how you describe yourself barely begins to cover your exploits, Vuk." He turns to Duroc. "Name's Findrago Garibaldi - pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Duroc hunches over his food a little, almost out of instinct, "I hunt, I make arrows, and I get by. Bit of a treasure hunter, but trouble usually accompanies treasure so I haven't done too much of that. But I'll take a look o'er at the guild to see what I can do for them. The coin will be welcome."

Aurala has gotten a bit quiet as she eats and then just watches as she has finishes the food.

Vuk is thinking Findrago is teasing him, and for about half a second, he might even look less then cheerful, but then he is right back to it with a broad grin. "I dare say I aspire to be worthy of even Lady Sandiel's respect!" He says and raises his tankard again, taking polite sips, for he's a proper Gentleman.

Ferawyn tilts her head to Duroc. 'Comfortable in the woods, Duroc?" She says giving a longer look to Duroc, as if she was trying to see how truthful he was, and how comfortable he was in the woods. Bows and arrows were normally an elf thing, not a dwarf.

"Aye, I can work in the woods, under the mountains, in the fields. Wherever I am sent, I will go," Duroc's voice gives little away, "I can use a bow fairly well, but like yonder lady," he gestures to Aurala, "I prefer to smash my opponents."

Ferawyn says, "Ah, so you are a hunter as well?""

Findrago raises his mug back to Vuk. "And you are most worthy," he says, then takes a long sip of his drink and looks to Duroc. "Adaptive. Quite impressive," he muses. "Not many that I know who can both smash and shoot."

Aurala nods, and stretches, "I have learned to harness my rage and it serves me pretty well," she says and then shakes her head a bit. She takes a drink from the tankard she has.

"Aye, I can hunt. No sense going out and about if you can't feed yourself," Duroc nods and leans back, having finished his beef, "Enough things out there need a killin' and I am here to oblige." His tone is actually rather neutral, "It is the way the world works."

Oh By the Gods, someone did it, they mentioned hunting, and it has Vuk soon on top of the table and animated. "Why! I love a good spot of hunting! Nothing quite like it! Rather thrilling when you've cornered your game and take the shot! Then you get to prepare the most succulent of dishes!" He says whilst aiming an invisible rifle and firing. "Jolly good show it is! We should bring Zippo hunting!"

Ferawyn finally looks up at the gobber and scowls. "I don't see how you could ever go hunting. You can't be quiet long enough for an animal to wander by. You're louder than a mountain dwarf who doesn't like the woods." She then looks to Duroc and sighs. “Apologies, Duroc. If you are, indeed, a hunter like you say, then we could probably work together in the woods."

<OOC> Findrago would be happy to run a hunting scene PrP, if people are up for it. :)

"You talk too much, gobber," Duroc says without a smile. He sips on his ale and waves towards Ferawyn, "Meh, none taken. Should the opportunity arise, I will go, nothing better to do as of right now, and the practice would be welcome."

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EVENTS: Hunting Trip has been created for Sun Jan 26 14:25:00 2014. You can check the signup list for your event with +event/view #. When enough people have signed up, close the event with +event/close #, and confirm the list of characters you've chosen for the plot with +event/view <player1> <player2> ... .

Takiyah has arrived.

EVENTS: Hunting Trip is scheduled to start RIGHT NOW!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Going to keep us in the Fernwood Pub for starters, go from there. Give a good chance for the newcomers to join in before we hit the forest."

Vuk pages: I foresee this going to hell with non hunters XD

The party continues talking about hunting over their drinks - who can, who can't, and who would most likely make a lot of noise trudging through the woods. A few people at nearby tables can't help but be seen eavesdropping on the conversation, and one man actually turns his chair around completely to face the group. "If it's hunting yer lookin' for," he says, no small amount of rotgut evident on his breath, "then *hic* about a half day to the north... there's yer spot." He waves his tankard at the door, sloshing his drink all over the place. "Was there not three days ago, an' it's a hunter's dream."

Ferawyn raises her eyebrows. "really? What exactly is there?"

Vuk was declining on speaking of his abilities, the elf and dwarf didn't think he could be of use, and it has him -candidly- hurt. He prided him self on his ability to disappear into the woods and snow. But they were insulting him about it, so he wasn't going to be of much interest in them. He can hunt on his own! He's done it for a living! He provided an Inn with meat for a long time!

Duroc raises a brow, wiping the ale from his beard, "Aye, what is out there? I like to know what /can/ be hunted before I go out, surprises are seldom welcome on a hunt."

Takiyah had been quietly drinking off to the side, but the talk of hunting caught her attention.
"Might be willing to lend a hand," she remarked as she walks over to the group. "There's a project I'm working on, and the right materials could help wrap it up."

The man looks at his drink as if to question how the liquid keeps escaping as he waves the mug around, then wisely places it down on the table in a rare moment of clarity. "The usual stuff, but lots of it. Deer. Bears. I think I saw a moose. Big uns, too. Antlers the size of /this/!" he says, spreading his arms as far wide as he could... which nearly causes him to tip off his chair. "We're talkin' trophy stuff."

Ferawyn gives the man a level look. "If I'm going to hunt, it's because it's a menace to the surrounding area, or for food, not for trophies. besides, I don't keep trophies anyways." She then sighs a bit. "at least I got the smell off of me from the nest. Ugh."

"Eh, a large moose means a large amount of meat, and I doubt it is a boon to the farmers. I'll go for it, antlers will simply be a welcome prize, as well as any hides or pelts we can get," Duroc says bluntly, sipping from his tankard again.

Ferawyn says, "Mm....good point. Though I'm sure a few of the people around can use the meat. Of course, you get first call on the meat, Duroc...as long as you eat it." She then smiles a bit. "I'm going to guess my friend will have to come along too."

The man shrugs to Ferawyn. "If'n you don't want a trophy, ya' don't need to take one. I've found decent coin in 'em, though, and I'm sure others might as well. But the meat..." He kisses his fingers for emphasis. "Pretty much falls off the bone. Tender as all get out."

Duroc nods, "Aye, we had best get going then, no sense wasting any time." The dwarf looks at Vuk, and points, "You, if ye can keep your mouth shut, come with us. Maybe you will prove useful."

Ferawyn snerks at the man. "Not worried about trophies. Meat can be good at times. The hide might be useful though." She says as she gets up. "We'll meet Oakheart on the way, Duroc." She says as she starts her way on out.

Vuk is already disappearing into the crowd, see? Granted, he's -short- which helps, but he doesn't need their permission to hunt! It's just moose, and it's not like he has to worry about dire rats or something..or a Genie..

Duroc nods, "Very well." He grabs his own things next to him and makes his way to the door.

Ssylrath is outside brushing his large bear. He is festooned with trinkets and trophies on leather thongs, each a claw, tooth or feather of some sort. He is taking quietly to the shaggy beast in Draconic.

"Happy huntin'!" calls the drunk, staggering to the door to see the party off. "When ya' bring home the catch o' yer lives, don't forget to thank..." His voice trails off as he spies Ssylrath's bear outside. "Well, if that ain't the damnedest thing," he breathes, then looks into his mug and realizes it's empty. "Gonna need another drink."

And with that, he stumbles back into the tavern.

Vuk was going to his wolf, which because of silly laws couldn't sit inside and get free scraps of food, it also has most of his kit on it, so you know, there's that, and he's messing with its ears as he whispers quietly to it, apparently he talks to wolves.

Ferawyn waves back to the drunk and chuckles. 'Now lets see if this little tale he tells is true." She says as she heads for the gate and heads north. She seems to relax a LOT more visibly as she leaves the city.

After a quick side trip to grab the last of her gear, Takiyah catches up with the rest of the group as they head out from the city.

Ssylrath nods to Vuk as he appears. "I thought that mussst be your friend there, not many wolves in the city most of the time." His voice is harsh and sibilant. "How is your nessst keeping?"

Duroc slings his pack and earthbreaker onto his back and picks up his bow. He keeps on appearing rather gruff and cross, whether he is in a city or in the wild. The presence of a trinket-covered bear catches his attention, causing him to blink and turn to Farawyn, "A bear?"

Vuk will give a doff of his top hat to Ssyl. "That it is! That it is! Wonderful companion!" He says and moves to pull him self up right onto it. He doesn't even need a saddle, Gobbers are rather known for riding wolves after all.

Ferawyn looks to Ssylrath and his bear, then smiles. "yeah. A bear. Seems someone keeps rather good care of it too." She says before looking to Ssylrath. "Join us for a hunt? We'll make sure your friends have food after it's over."

The guards at the North Gate seem more than happy to let the ragtag group of goblins, lizardfolk, bears, wolves, and everything else out of the city, waving incredulously as they set out upon the road. The traffic into and out of the city has kept the way relatively clear of snow, although either side of the road is still blanketed in white.

Ssylrath grins toothily, his long tongue licking over his snout. "I'm always up for a hunt if Muddy here is hungry, and Muddy is always hungry." He emphasizes by slapping the bear on the shoulder then pulling himself into the saddle. "Meat is good, hunting honour the Green if done properly." He kicks Muddy into movement, riding easily along.

Looking down at the arrival of another gobber, Duroc comments, "Gobbers are everywhere it seems." He doesn't seem the most pleased, but he keeps on walking. Keeping an eye out for what may come.

Vuk bobs his head at Ssylrath's words. "Hunting in moderation helps keep the wilds in balance. Dana allows us to hunt so we may have food, but does not wish us to cull to many, for it would hurt the balance."

Once out of the city and near the forest, Ferawyn seems to say something in a strange language, to no one in particular....or so it seems. A few seconds later, a tree moves, tearing up a bit of ground as it lifts its roots out of the ground and begins to walk in the woods, along with them. "Seems Oakheart wants to come too..."

Takiyah looks at the various companions, then at her Reos-colored garments. "I certainly feel like the odd one out," she quietly remarks with a chuckle.

Ssylrath stretches in the saddle, unarmored save for his scales. "I am glad that it is less cold than it hasss been. Snow is not my friend." He looks around. "What are we hunting, then? Sssmall prey or large?" He fiddles with the straps of a sling at his belt, and then at the handle of his long wooden lance.

The travel is relatively easy, and after a few hours the woods thicken around the road. Dark copses of snow-covered trees stand where open plain once was a few miles back, and in the distance the space between those groves becomes smaller and smaller until it becomes one large forest.

Even at the edge of the wooded area, signs of animal life are all around - droppings, broken underbrush, and other telltale indicators of creature life.

Vuk tends to range out from the party on his wolf, riding with his long gun cradled in his arms, the hammer cocked part way back, ready to fire at a moment's notice. His wolf manages to kill a few field mice every so often by diving into the snow, and Vuk doesn't seem inclined to stop it yet, it's allowed to hunt, it's not going to go after any thing dangerous, but once they get closer, Vuk will stop it, and no longer allow it to hunt on it's own. He needs to examine the tracks and take to ground.

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note, folks, I normally don't ask for skill checks. If you feel you have a skill that may be applicable to a particular situation, just OOC what you're rolling and why, and I'll let you know what the results are in private page."

<OOC> Vuk says, "hide and survival for tracking and hiding :D"

"We've about half a day ahead of us before we get there, but a large moose is our objective, though some bear and deer can be found there as well." Duroc says. He pulls up the hood of his brownish-grey cloak. Looking down at the various tracks, he kneels and examines the signs.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like Survival and/or Perception to find things to hunt. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Survival to track"

Ferawyn says, "Seems there's a large moose in the area. While I don't mind hunting it, I would like to make sure we use all of it's meat in food, instead of letting some of it rot." She says softly as they travel. Now she was in her element, which is very dangerous to anyone opposing her. The woods were her element and home, more so than any ranger..."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls survival: (7)+9: 16

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (4)+9: 13

GAME: Duroc rolls survival+1: (7)+7+1: 15

You paged Ssylrath with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

You paged Duroc with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

Ssylrath grins widely at Ferawyn. "There are those who hunt without need, they are an affront to the Green. If we find prey I can find a use for any parts that are not otherwise needed." He looks around at the surrounding trees. "You appear to be correct. I have seen these 'moose', but I have never hunted one before."

GAME: Vuk rolls stealth: (4)+22: 26

GAME: Vuk rolls survival+2: (8)+10+2: 20

<OOC> Vuk says, "Stealth is for tracking :)"

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers. Also, while you don't /see/ anything in the immediate area, you do catch a /smell/ of something... bad. Almost like rotten meat.'

Vuk spend a few minutes observing on foot before slipping back to his wolf and pulling himself onto its back, slowly pulling the hammer back on his long gun and moving to follow the freshest signs of the large animals. "It smells wrong." He says quietly to his wolf, like it's talking back to him, or confirming its behavior.

Duroc looks up at the trees, "Yep, made its mark in the trees, and if these are anything to go by, it's a big 'un." He pulls an arrow from his quiver and holds it in his free hand, "Best that we drop it quick, they are mean when angered."

Ferawyn turns her head towards Ssylrath and smiles a bit. "Keep the green word close to your heart." She then looks to Vuk. "Smells wrong?" She says looks to Duroc and nods. "all right." She then looks up towards the trees. "hear that Oakheart?" a loud creak and a wooden groan can be heard before a 'thump' 'thump' out ahead can be heard. "Let's keep our eyes open, in case Oakheart doesn't see it."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Perception check for me?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "well, for me and Oakheart."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "me first."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (7)+14: 21

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+2: (6)+2: 8

Ssylrath guides Muddy the bear with his knees, pulling out his well-worn sling and socketing a stone. "Wrong? Wrong how?"

GAME: Ferawyn refreshes spells.

You paged Ferawyn with 'Oakheart doesn't notice anything, but you catch it - the wind shifts for just a moment, and for that briefest of time you get the whiff of something rotten. Like spoiled meat.'

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "can I roll knowledge/nature or survival to figure out what sort?"

<OOC> Vuk will make a Perception check too Findrago, more ICly concerned with the evilthing. :)

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (10)+12: 22

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely rotten meat, with a hint of urine. Icky.'

GAME: Ferawyn rolls knowledge/nature: (13)+11: 24

GAME: Ferawyn rolls survival: (18)+14: 32

You paged Ferawyn with 'The meat smells definitely spoiled - definitely has a hint of horsemeat to it - and is acocmpanied by a fragrant bouquet of urine and general unwashed nastiness.'

Ferawyn pages: the loveliness of being a druid.

Takiyah does her best to stay out of the way of those more skilled at forestcraft, her hands resting on her weapons.

The wind shifts for a second, and carried upon it is a staccato, cackling noise. The noise is echoed again and again, reverberating off the trees and rocks, the snow doing little to dull it.

Vuk instinctively ducks lower and keeps his long gun close. "Decay." He says quietly, see? Now there's odd noises -and- bad things. "We should reconsider the nature of this hunt. I smell decay and something is hunting out here." Why did he ever think this would be easy?

Ferawyn sniffs at the air. "There was a horse up here.....it's been dead for a while, and something else has marked it. And it sounds like we're not alone." She then takes a deep breath. "Oakheart, stay close." She then looks to Takiyah. "Stay back with me. I imagine we're both the kind of person that stays out of the fighting." She says softly before looking to Ssylrath and Duroc. "Oakheart is a treant. If either of you know what it is, then it'll help us. Don't shoot at it."

Duroc frowns, "Could it be a carrion-eater?" He nods to Farawyn, "All right." Nocking the arrow, but not pulling back the string, he mutters quietly to himself in Dwarvish.

Ssylrath tucks his sling away again and readies his lance instead. "Walking tree. I know them." He scans the forest around with care. "If it killed a horssse it is unlikely to flee, that makes hunting much easier, but the rewards lessss. It may be bad meat." He makes a few hand-gestures with his free hand, apparently signals of some sort.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Oh, everyone has a +2 Morale versus fear and a +1 Morale on charge attacks while you can see me. I am all inspiring and stuff. Continuous effect."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Since this is the forest, I have an 18 AC."

Amidst the cackling, another sound rises - a low, plaintive moan, which only sets off another wave of cackles. From the sound of it, it's emanating a little ways to the east of the trail, over a small hill.

Ferawyn says, "Sounds like it's from that way." She says pointing east. Not only for the group, but for Oakheart, who follows. The steps of the treant aren't quite as thunderous this time."

Vuk is used to generally being coerced to investigate first, but this was dangerous, he was more at home here, and he just fades away soundlessly to circle wide to find a vantage point to observe over the hill. Stupid dwarf, stupid elf. Thinking he can't be quiet, maybe he'll just go home!

Takiyah draws her dragonspitter. "Not sure what's making those noises, but it can't be good," she mutters.

<OOC> Ferawyn makes a perception check.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (20)+14: 34

Ssylrath rides forward, directly towards the sound. "I will invessstigate, Muddy and I can take care of ourselves if necessary, for a time. Our claws are sharp."

"Well, we had best find it then," Duroc says gruffly, "I do not like this, not one bit."

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GAME: Ssylrath rolls initiative: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 19

GAME: Takiyah rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 13

You paged Ferawyn with 'The low sounds is very moose-like. And pain-like. Like a moose in pain.'

Ferawyn pages: uh oh.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls initiative: Roll: 14 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 17

GAME: Duroc rolls initiative: Roll: 4 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 6

<OOC> Vuk says, "How do I roll +init with my FTerrain modifier?"

<OOC> Ferawyn only does one init, since my treant will move on the same init as me.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Roll it, and I'll modify. +2?"

GAME: Vuk rolls initiative: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 5 = Total: 17

<OOC> Vuk says, "Yep :) +2"

GAME: Vuk's initiative total changed to 19.

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17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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The group makes their way quietly toward the location of the sounds, slowly cresting the hill to spy the source of it. Quickly, it becomes evident that something is going horribly wrong on the other side.

A /giant/ moose is fallen in the center of a small clearing, notable for its shards of bone that protrude from its skin. Its legs are obviously in bad shape, as crude, rusted jaw-traps are clamped onto two of them, and a net woven with razors is thrown over the top of it. Two spears stick out from its flank, and at least three arrows also are in its hide.

More disturbing, however, are the creatures that surround it. Five tall humanoids wrapped in filthy furs and wielding shortswords covered in dried gore circle the fallen animal, and they take turns cruelly cutting the beast and cackling at its thrashing.

Gnolls.

<OOC> Vuk HISS!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's my line, Vuk."

<OOC> Vuk pays Ssyl to hiss at Gnolls for me!

<OOC> Ssylrath hisses impressively.

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GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 1: Roll: 2 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 2

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 2: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 17

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 3 : Roll: 20 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 20

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 4 : Roll: 3 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 3

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 5 : Roll: 1 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 1

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20 Gnoll 3
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19 Vuk Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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17 Gnoll 2
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17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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3 Gnoll 4
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2 Gnoll 1
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1 Gnoll 5
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GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 20.
It is now gnoll 3 's turn! Vuk is next!

Vuk pages: Psst, remember. I'm hidden as fark due to my roll :)

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (2)+2: 4

The gnolls continue slicing away at the helpless moose, and one pulls off a long strip of flesh and gobbles it down in the most awful way. He is completely oblivious to the party.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Vuk ended.

<OOC> Vuk says, "I'm going to mercy kill the moose."

<OOC> Vuk says, "want me to even roll for the shot or?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nah, it's essentially helpless. Just pose it."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ssylrath ended.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "How far away am I? I did go ahead."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Probably top of the hill, so I'd say 30 feet or so."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like to charge the nearest one then. I'll go for nonlethal, basically I'll be clotheslining it and riding by to a total of 60' move."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I have Ride-By Attack."

<OOC> Findrago says, "That'll be Gnoll #5. Go for it!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee +1 +4 -4: (2)+9+1+4+-4: 12

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss. :("

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "It should be flat-footed if that helps..."

Vuk ..was annoyed, even from a hundred steps distant from the gnolls and their trapped pray, he could was taking the shot. His long gun comes up, and it snaps in the cold air, the slug snarling past a gnoll, even clipping a few hairs off it, to explode through the moose's skull, blowing shards of bones, and it's brains out across the sickly snow. Whilst he loads another cartridge, his wolf is tearing off again, relocating by the gentle pressure of his heel. Where he was once cresting the hill, is now an empty spot as he moves to a vantage point to the left, behind a copse of young trees.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now gnoll 2's turn! Ferawyn is next!

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+3: (1)+3: 4 (Gnoll 2 throws a spear)

Ssylrath urges Muddy into action, riding right past the creatures with his lance out to the side. He pulls up on the far side and calls out to them. "Torturing animals is below a follower of the Green. Do you wish to withdraw or fight?"

One of the gnolls is covered in the result of Vuk's gunshot, although to be honest it was already pretty gore-covered. It leaps back as Ssylrath charges past, picking up a spear from the ground and hurling it at the bear-rider. It must have blood in its eye or something, because its throw is widely off-mark, and buries itself in a tree harmlessly.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ferawyn ended.

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close is the gnoll that tore off the chunk of the moose?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "40 feet. 30 from the top of the hill, plus he's on the far side of the dire moose."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "so he's in range. not of me....the treant."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Indeed."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he closes in and attacks, but I cast bull's strength on it."

GAME: Ferawyn casts Bull's Strength. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

<OOC> Findrago says, "Sounds good to me. Tree-whomp away."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he's also using power attack"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (15)+10: 25

<OOC> Findrago says, "hit!"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (2)+12: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Wow. gnoll #3 drops like a bad habit."

GAME: 'Gnoll 3' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 13.
It is now Takiyah's turn! Duroc is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Takiyah ended.

<OOC> Takiyah says, "Move to where I can affect most of the party and cast Bless."

"Great hunter. These gnolls are torturing this moose instead of killing it." Ferawyn exhales quietly and grazes her hand on Oakheart. "Oakheart, teach them to not torture the animals." A groan comes from the treant and it thumps it's way forward. rearing one branch back, it brings its branch down like a fist and hammer.....and crushes the gnoll with one blow.

GAME: Takiyah casts Bless. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15

<OOC> Findrago says, "Everyone, please keep in mind you are all now at +1 to hit and +1 to saves vs. fear."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 6.
It is now Duroc's turn! Gnoll 4 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Duroc ended.

Takiyah steps forward, drawing her hammer. "Reos, forge our determination into greatness!" she prays.

<OOC> Duroc says, "Going to attack the nearest living gnoll, then."

GAME: Duroc rolls attack+1: (19)+0+1: 20

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nice roll! What weapon do you have? is that a threat?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Nah, longbow. Surprised it didn't take my BAB or DEX into account."

<OOC> Findrago says, "it's +roll ranged, not +roll attack. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Duly noted"

GAME: Duroc rolls 1d8+4: (4)+4: 8

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, I gotta ask. What's the +4 from?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Mighty 4"

<OOC> Findrago says, "And you've got the +4 for Str?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Yep"

<OOC> Findrago says, "You're the man. Pose the damage."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 3.
It is now gnoll 4 's turn! Gnoll 1 is next!

Duroc looses an arrow at the nearest gnoll and gives a dark grin when the arrow strikes it in the leg.

<OOC> Findrago says, "There's an "arrow to the knee" joke in there somewhere. ;)"

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (15)+2: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Duroc, AC?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "18"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Swing and a miss. Stupid power attack. ;)"

As an arrow firmly embeds itself into his compatriot's thigh, another gnoll grabs his spear and charges headlong at the source of the attack with a mad laugh. The point of the weapon glances harmlessly off the dwarf's armor, instead burying itself in the ground.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 2.
It is now gnoll 1's turn! Gnoll 5 is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ssylrath, this one's charging you... AoO if you want."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1: (4)+9+1: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss on the AoO. and no, it's running around the other side of the moose."

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss anyway. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Even with the charge AC penalty?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ooh, you're right. Roll damage."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d8+6: (7)+6: 13

<OOC> Findrago says, "He kind of skewers himself. o.O"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's the idea. :)"

One of the other gnolls charges madly at Ssylrath, however he seems to miss the point of his lance. That is, until it's buried in his chest and protruding from his back.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 1.
It is now gnoll 5 's turn! Vuk is next!

GAME: 'gnoll 1' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

The gnoll that was just Duroc's target also charges at him, but the pain in its leg means its attack is also way off mark.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Quick recap: Gnolls 4 and 5 are on Duroc, and Gnoll 2 is on Ssylrath, who is definitely male."

<OOC> Vuk says, "Roger Roger. I'll shoot 4."

GAME: Vuk rolls ranged-5: (3)+11+-5: 9

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss!"

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "One is attacking me in melee?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "One chucked a spear at you."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, I'll charge him. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Heck, I'll challenge him first. :)"

<OOC> Findrago ooOOooOOoo.

Vuk was trying to shoot into a melee, and he was also trying to not shoot the rather insulting dwarf, it causes his shot to go wide, furrowing into a tree beyond the fight. "This hunt is not very... hunty." He isn't sure how to not yell 'There's gnolls trying to eat us.' without sounding like a coward. Which he is.

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1+1+1+4: (1)+9+1+1+1+4: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit!"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "My dice suck. That was a 1."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss! :D"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, with Ride-by Muddy will be charging too, and bite."

<OOC> Findrago says, "OK"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d20+8-1+2 (bite with power attack): (14)+8+-1+2 (bite with power attack): 23

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit! For realz!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 2d6+6+3 (bite damage): (5)+6+3 (bite damage): 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "The bear bites him in half. Probably gags on the taste."

GAME: 'gnoll 2' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close are the other two gnolls to my treant?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "They moved to fight Duroc. 20 feet or so."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "So he gets one attack. okay. and I'm casting call lightning."

Ssylrath levels his lance at the gnoll who threw a spear. "You will pay for what you have done to this animal!" He charges, the lance going slightly wide but the bear burying it in an avalanche of claws and teeth. Blood goes everywhere.

<OOC> Ferawyn has the treant attack first.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (16)+10: 26

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (7)+12: 19

<OOC> Findrago says, "which one was this on, 4, or the already-damaged 5?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "4."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Dead"

GAME: Ferawyn casts Call Lightning. Caster Level: 5 DC: 17

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "which I use on 5."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Reflex save?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "for half."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 3d6: (16): 16

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20: (9): 9

<OOC> Findrago nope nope nope. Crispy gnoll.

Ferawyn is still standing at the top of the hill as her companions try to fight off the gnolls. Oakheart, the sapling treant, turns it's fury upon one of the gnolls attacking duroc and in one swing and SMASH, the gnoll goes from laughing to non-existant. The other one, with the arrow in it's knee, gets a look from Ferawyn after she finishes chanting, electricity from the sky. "You should not have angered gilead by torturing an animal." She says.....and LOUDly snaps her fingers. The crack of her finger snap turns into a BOOM from a lightning strike.....right into the arrow from Duroc. The smoking gnolls falls dead next to the moose, and Oakheart looks to make sure all is now safe, especially since Oakheart is a LOT taller than the rest of them.

GAME: Findrago removes the timestop.

Timestop by Findrago has left.

GAME: You remove the timestop.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, we're out of rounds now because y'all are just too damn efficient and deadly. :)"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Also, can I get a quick perception check from everyone."

GAME: Duroc rolls perception: (5)+7: 12

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (10)+9: 19

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (4)+12: 16

Vuk waits till the gnolls are truly dead, and then moves in towards the carnage, his wolf growls about it, it reeks here. "We should burn the remains."

GAME: Takiyah rolls Perception: (1)+6: 7

Ssylrath speaks up. "No, even carrion-eaters are good meat if you are careful. Killing without need makes us as bad as them." He swings out of the saddle and pokes one with his clawed foot. "I will deal with them if you do not wish to."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (5)+14: 19

As Duroc was getting ready to deal with the two gnolls that attempted to skewer him when a treant kills one and a bolt of lightning stikes the other. A few blinks later and the confusion dissipates he says, "Oi!" He grumbles, "I ain't eating no gnoll, ye can have them if you want."

You paged (Ferawyn, Ssylrath) with 'As you're regrouping fromthe battle, you notice that one of the gnoll bodies is missing... the first one that the treant mauled to death. There are marks in the snow indicating that it was likely dragged intot he nearby underbrush, and in the distance you think you can see a larger humanoid figure striding through the woods with something over its shoulder... then disappear into the woodline.'

Takiyah carefully looks around, but her attention is drawn to the giant moose. "That... is a big moose. If I pattern the mana-pistons off of its muscles, I might be able to get better lifting strength on those belts," she muses.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, folks, feel free to RP amongst yourselves if you'd like... I've got the log running, but I need to step away for a bit, so I'm going to call the "adventure" part of the PrP finished here."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Don't forget to +nom your buddies for RP. And thanks for bearing with me - this was actually my first PrP. :)"

Vuk is -not- eating gnolls. "If you wish to try and butcher the moose, by all means. I meant we should burn the gnolls and perhaps look for their lair. They surely would have had one close to here." He points out... "Perhaps they even carried gems on their persons." He makes no move to search them.

Ferawyn quietly walks down from the hill and smiles to Takiyah. "Thank you for your help." She says softly before she looks to the others. "Put the carcasses together. They'll bring the carrion eaters to take care of the scraps." She then sighs a bit and pats Oakheart on the leg, noticing that one of the gnoll bodies is missing. "Hmm.....we may have more trouble later from these guys." She says softly. "I think we should head back. I'm sure we can find a few rabbits to eat on the way."

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note... the "horsemeat" smell some people got is because the gnolls have strips of horsemeat under their cloaks to use for rations. The cloaks are also the things that smell like pee. Gnolls are frighteningly unhygenic. :)"

Ssylrath crouches down and searches the gnolls quickly, pulling out anything of value and then starting on any garments they had on. "Muddy and I will bring honor to these creatures that they did not have in life." He seems undisturbed by the smell, perhaps because his nostrils seem to have closed up completely.

Ferawyn places a hand upon Duroc and Ssylrath. "As for you two, if I may seak with you both on the way back. If you both follow the ways of nature as i do, and wish to protect it, I may have a loose group of people you may wish to meet that have the same ideals. Interested?"

"We can talk, we can talk." Duroc says as he readies himself to depart. He begins making his way back to town to speak with the others.

Vuk is all for finding -not- corrupted filthy game, and he sure isn't eating any gnolls. "Yes yes, I will keep my ears open for further reports, hopefully they were not part of a larger band. I do not wish to think of the effects of many upon the local wild life.."

Ssylrath pulls out a skinning knife. "I'll deal with these, I understand if nobody else wants to join me."

Duroc takes a seat, and tries to tend to his equipment, and maybe try to even catch his breath, it happens when you have lightning flash in front of you and see a treant whallop a gnoll to death.

Ssylrath finishes butchering the gnolls and makes sure the moose is similarly dealt with. He packs up everyone of any use into his saddlebags.

<< Note: I was away for a bit and the log cut out here. There was still RP after this. >>

- Findrago!

[[Category:Logs]]

PRP: Hunting Party

2014-01-27T00:43:26Z

Findrago:

This was a spontaneous PrP that arose from a conversation in the Fernwood Pub - the first part of

this log shows that conversation, with the actual PrP starting a little later on.

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-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-<* A07: Fernwood Pub *>--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy because of the

high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form a lattice overhead,

supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of the double-door entry is a

spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and overlooks the main area. Large windows

at this level grant an excellent view of the river to the west and colorful market stalls to the

north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana

lanterns hang at intervals from the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated

ivy and ferns that grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.
The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables are

set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself. A few are

deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are meant for human-sized

individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before a semi-circular stage situated

against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon the wall and running up past the balcony

and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe organ made to look like the one lost when the

Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah Siege.
EXTRAS: +view
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Duroc A wide, sturdy looking dwarf wearing a heavy cloak ov 4m 1h
Findrago A young gypsy man with a neatly trimmed black beard. 0s 48m
Vuk The Avatar Priest that is Jibbom! 5m 1d
Ferawyn Short, red haired sylvan elf 1m 2h
Aurala Giantborn lass, Shiny Breastplate, and a Greatsword 6m 1h
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An Artifice-driven Boggle Board
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= Exits -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
Out <O>
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Vuk doesn't carry his customary rifle in polite company, then again, he's wondering if most people

consistute as polite company. ESPECIALLY Elves thanks to Sandy shoving him into pocket dimensions.

The Innkeeper waits till Vuk sits down and doesn't appear to be about to do his antics before

delivering his meal, which Vuk uses a small pen knife to cut into and eat heartily. "Here's to the

return of spring, when ever Dana blesses us with it!" He says in a cheerful tone and raises his

tankard to take a long sip!

Aurala shrugs, "Spring, winter, Summer, Fall, All is good, one learns to resist the cold and heat,

and so one doesn't mind as time passes." she chuckles and then shrugs a bit.

Findrago wanders into the pub. "Well met, one and all!" he calls jovially, plopping down into a chair

near the familiar faces. "And how is everyone this fine, foggy day?"

Duroc nods, "And who is your friend? Sorry for being rude, my name is Duroc." He leaves it at that,

but does not raise his cup to the gobber's toast, but he does nod to Aurala, "Aye, no sense

complaining when it changes little, best to just prepare and weather the storms."

Ferawyn sips at her tea as Duroc asks his question. "It isn't here right now, but my friend's name is

Oakheart, or that's the one it gave me." She then smiles. "Ferawyn, Hunter of Gilead. A pleasure to

meet you Duroc."

Vuk just -assumes- Duroc needs a proper introduction from his self, so he stands on the bench of the

table, doffs his Top hat at the dwarf and then gives an exagerated bow. "Vuk Aleksy! Adventurer

Extradionare! Slayer of the Undead! Defender of paths better left untrodden! Dispeller of animated

objects! Scout esquire and camp steward! At your service good sir!" He says with another bow and

doffing of his hat. Then he decides as he almost steps off the bench to sit down in am oment of being

wise.

Findrago kicks his feet up onto a nearby chair. "And he's humble, too," he says with a grin and a nod

of his head in Vuk's direction.

Aurala smiles a little adn then stretches, "Nice too meet all, if you need someone strong, or someone

to smash, keep me in mind. Work has been slow lately."

"I see," Duroc says and mumbles something about gobbers as he chews on a piece of beef, "Well, that

isn't good. Work would be most welcome, but I'll take what I can find."

Ferawyn says, "Well, the adventurer's guild offers odd jobs whenever things come up." However, she

then tilts her head. "What is it you do though, Duroc?""

Vuk isn't sure if Findrago is poking fun at him or not so he gives one of his cheerful naive smiles

at the man. "Of Course Good Sir Findrago!" His Sir comes out more like Sah, because Gobber speak or

some such, but he's tearing into his sausages now. Spicy blood and pork sausages!

Findrago waves for the barkeep to bring over a mug of ale. "I mean that in the truest sense," he

says. "I'm sure how you describe yourself barely begins to cover your exploits, Vuk." He turns to

Duroc. "Name's Findrago Garibaldi - pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Duroc hunches over his food a little, almost out of instinct, "I hunt, I make arrows, and I get by.

Bit of a treasure hunter, but trouble usually accompanies treasure so I haven't done too much of

that. But I'll take a look o'er at the guild to see what I can do for them. The coin will be

welcome."

Aurala has gotten a bit quiet as she eats and then just watches as she has finishes the food.
Vuk is thinking Findrago is teasing him, and for about half a second, he might even look less then

cheerful, but then he is right back to it with a broad grin. "I dare say I aspire to be worthy of

even Lady Sandiel's respect!" He says and raises his tankard again, taking polite sips, for he's a

proper Gentleman.

Ferawyn tilts her head to Duroc. 'Comfortable in the woods, Duroc?" She says giving a longer look to

Duroc, as if she was trying to see how truthful he was, and how comfortable he was in the woods. Bows

and arrows were normally an elf thing, not a dwarf.

"Aye, I can work in the woods, under the mountains, in the fields. Wherever I am sent, I will go,"

Duroc's voice gives little away, "I can use a bow fairly well, but like yonder lady," he gestures to

Aurala, "I prefer to smash my opponents."

Ferawyn says, "Ah, so you are a hunter as well?""

Findrago raises his mug back to Vuk. "And you are most worthy," he says, then takes a long sip of his

drink and looks to Duroc. "Adaptive. Quite impressive," he muses. "Not many that I know who can both

smash and shoot."

Aurala nods, and stretches, "I have learned to harness my rage and it serves me pretty well." she

says and then shakes her head a bit. She takes a drink from the tankard she has.

"Aye, I can hunt. No sense going out and about if you can't feed yourself," Duroc nods and leans

back, having finished his beef, "Enough things out there need a killin' and I am here to oblige." His

tone is actually rather neutral, "It is the way the world works."

Oh By the Gods, some one did it, they mentioned hunting, and it has Vuk soon on top of the table and

animated. "Why! I love a good spot of hunting! Nothing quite like it! Rather thrilling when you've

cornered your game and take the shot! Then you get to prepare the most succulent of dishes!" He says

whilst aiming an invisible rifle and firing. "Jolly good show it is! We should bring Zippo hunting!"

Ferawyn finally looks up at the gobber and scowls. "I don't see how you could ever go hunting. You

can't be quiet long enough for an animal to wander by. You're louder than a mountain dwarf who

doesn't like the woods." She then looks to Duroc and sighs. 'Apologies, Duroc. If you are, indeed, a

hunter like you say, then we could probably work together in the woods."

<OOC> Findrago would be happy to run a hunting scene PrP, if people are up for it. :)

"You talk too much, gobber," Duroc says without a smile. He sips on his ale and waves towards

Ferawyn, "Meh, none taken. Should the opportunity arise, I will go, nothing better to do as of right

now, and the practice would be welcome."

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EVENTS: Hunting Trip has been created for Sun Jan 26 14:25:00 2014. You can check the signup list for

your event with +event/view #. When enough people have signed up, close the event with +event/close

#, and confirm the list of characters you've chosen for the plot with +event/view <player1> <player2>

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Takiyah has arrived.

EVENTS: Hunting Trip is scheduled to start RIGHT NOW!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Going to keep us in the Fernwood Pub for starters, go from there. Give a good

chance for the newcomers to join in before we hit the forest."

Vuk pages: I foresee this going to hell with non hunters XD

The party continues talking about hunting over their drinks - who can, who can't, and who would most

likely make a lot of noise trudging through the woods. A few people at nearby tables can't help but

be seen eavesdropping on the conversation, and one man actually turns his chair around completely to

face the group. "If it's hunting yer lookin' for," he says, no small amount of rotgut evident on his

breath, "then *hic* about a half day to the north... there's yer spot." He waves his tankard at the

door, sloshing his drink all over the place. "Was there not three days ago, an' it's a hunter's

dream."

Ferawyn raises her eyebrows. "really? What exactly is there?"

Vuk was declining on speaking of his abilities, the elf and dwarf didn't think he could be of use,

and it has him -candidly- hurt. He prided him self on his ability to disappear into the woods and

snow. But they were insulting him about it, so he wasn't going to be of much interest in them. He can

hunt on his own! He's done it for a living! He provided an Inn with meat for a long time!

Duroc raises a brow, wiping the ale from his beard, "Aye, what is out there? I like to know what

/can/ be hunted before I go out, surprises are seldom welcome on a hunt."

Takiyah had been quietly drinking off to the side, but the talk of hunting caught her attention.

"Might be willing to lend a hand," she remarked as she walks over to the group. "There's a project

I'm working on, and the right materials could help wrap it up."

The man looks at his drink as if to question how the liquid keeps escaping as he waves the mug

around, then wisely places it down on the table in a rare moment of clarity. "The usual stuff, but

lots of it. Deer. Bears. I think I saw a moose. Big uns, too. Antlers the size of /this/!" he says,

spreading his arms as far wide as he could... which nearly causes him to tip off his chair. "We're

talkin' trophy stuff."

Ferawyn gives the man a level look. "If I'm going to hunt, it's because it's a menace to the

surrounding area, or for food, not for trophies. besides, I don't keep trophies anyways." She then

sighs a bit. "at least I got the smell off of me from the nest. ugh."

"Eh, a large moose means a large amount of meat, and I doubt it is a boon to the farmers. I'll go for

it, antlers will simply be a welcome prize, as well as any hides or pelts we can get," Duroc says

bluntly, sipping from his tankard again.

Ferawyn says, "Mm....good point. Though I'm sure a few of the people around can use the meat. Of

course, you get first call on the meat, Duroc...as long as you eat it." She then smiles a bit. "I'm

going to guess my friend will have to come along too.""

The man shrugs to Ferawyn. "If'n you don't want a trophy, ya' don't need to take one. I've found

decent coin in 'em, though, and I'm sure others might as well. But the meat..." He kisses his fingers

for emhpasis. "Pretty much falls off the bone. Tender as all get out."

Duroc nods, "Aye, we had best get going then, no sense wasting any time." The dwarf looks at Vuk, and

points, "You, if ye can keep your mouth shut, come with us. Maybe you will prove useful."

Ferawyn snerks at the man. "Not worried about trophies. Meat can be good at times. The hide might be

useful though." She says as she gets up. "We'll meet Oakheart on the way, Duroc." She says as she

starts her way on out.

Vuk is already disappearing into the crowd, see? Granted, he's -short- which helps, but he doesn't

need their permission to hunt! It's just moose, and it's not like he has to worry about dire rats or

some thing..or a Genie..

Duroc nods, "Very well." He grabs his own things next to him and makes his way to the door.

Ssylrath is outside brushing his large bear. He is festooned with trinkets and trophies on leather

thongs, each a claw, tooth or feather of some sort. He is taking quietly to the shaggy beast in

Draconic.

"Happy huntin'!" calls the drunk, staggering to the door to see the party off. "When ya' bring home

the catch o' yer lives, don't forget to thank..." His voice trails off as he spies Ssylrath's bear

outside. "Well, if that ain't the damnedest thing," he breathes, then looks into his mug and realizes

it's empty. "Gonna need another drink."

And with that, he stumbles back into the tavern.

Vuk was going to his wolf, which because of silly laws couldn't sit inside and get free scraps of

food, it also has most of his kit on it, so you know, there's that, and he's messing with it's ears

as he whispers quietly to it, apparently he talks to wolves.

Ferawyn waves back to the drunk and chuckles. 'Now lets see if this little tale he tells is true."

She says as she heads for the gate and heads north. She seems to relax a LOT more visibly as she

leaves the city.

After a quick side trip to grab the last of her gear, Takiyah catches up with the rest of the group

as they head out from the city.

Ssylrath nods to Vuk as he appears. "I thought that mussst be your friend there, not many wolves in

the city most of the time." His voice is harsh and sibilant. "How is your nessst keeping?"

Duroc slings his pack and earthbreaker onto his back and picks up his bow. He keeps on appearing

rather gruff and cross, whether he is in a city or in the wild. The presence of a trinket-covered

bear catches his attention, causing him to blink and turn to Farawyn, "A bear?"

Vuk will give a doff of his top hat to Ssyl. "That it is! That it is! Wonderful companion!" He says

and moves to pull him self up right onto it. He doesn't even need a saddle, Gobbers are rather known

for riding wolves after all.

Ferawyn looks to Ssylrath and his bear, then smiles. "yeah. A bear. Seems someone keeps rather good

care of it too." She says before looking to Ssylrath. "Join us for a hunt? We'll make sure your

friends have food after it's over."

The guards at the North Gate seem more than happy to let the ragtag group of goblins, lizardfolk,

bears, wolves, and everything else out of the city, waving incredulously as they set out upon the

road. The traffic into and out of the city has kept the way relatively clear of snow, although either

side of the road is still blanketed in white.

Ssylrath grins toothily, his long tongue licking over his snout. "I'm always up for a hunt if Muddy

here is hungry, and Muddy is always hungry." He emphasizes by slapping the bear on the shoulder then

pulling himself into the saddle. "Meat is good, hunting honour the Green if done properly." He kicks

Muddy into movement, riding easily along.

Looking down at the arrival of another gobber, Duroc comments, "Gobbers are everywhere it seems." He

doesn't seem the most pleased, but he keeps on walking. Keeping an eye out for what may come.

Vuk bobs his head at Ssylrath's words. "Hunting in moderation helps keep the wilds in balance. Dana

allows us to hunt so we may have food, but does not wish us to cull to many, for it would hurt the

balance."

Once out of the city and near the forest, Ferawyn seems to say something in a strange language, to no

one in particular....or so it seems. A few seconds later, a tree moves, tearing up a bit of ground as

it lifts it's roots out of the ground and begins to walk in the woods, along with them. "Seems

Oakheart wants to come to......"

Takiyah looks at the various companions, then at her Reos-colored garments. "I certainly feel like

the odd one out," she quietly remarks with a chuckle.

Ssylrath stretches in the saddle, unarmored save for his scales. "I am glad that it is less cold than

it hasss been. Snow is not my friend." He looks around. "What are we hunting, then? Sssmall prey or

large?" He fiddles with the straps of a sling at his belt, and then at the handle of his long wooden

lance.

The travel is relatively easy, and after a few hours the woods thicken around the road. Dark copses

of snow-covered trees stand where open plain once was a few miles back, and in the distance the space

between those groves becomes smaller and smaller until it becomes one large forest.

Even at the edge of the wooded area, signs of animal life are all around - droppings, broken

underbrush, and other telltale indicators of creature life.

Vuk tends to range out from the party on his wolf, riding with his long gun cradled in his arms, the

hammer cocked part way back, ready to fire at a moment's notice. His wolf manages to kill a few field

mice every so often by diving into the snow, and Vuk doesn't seem inclined to stop it yet, it's

allowed to hunt, it's not going to go after any thing dangerous, but once they get closer, Vuk will

stop it, and no longer allow it to hunt on it's own. He needs to examine the tracks and take to

ground.

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note, folks, I normally don't ask for skill checks. If you feel you

have a skill that may be applicable to a particular situation, just OOC what you're rolling and why,

and I'll let you know what the results are in private page."

<OOC> Vuk says, "hide and survival for tracking and hiding :D"

"We've about half a day ahead of us before we get there, but a large moose is our objective, though

some bear and deer can be found there as well." Duroc says. He pulls up the hood of his brownish-grey

cloak. Looking down at the various tracks, he kneels and examines the signs.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like Survival and/or Perception to find things to hunt. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Survival to track"

Ferawyn says, "Seems there's a large moose in the area. While I don't mind hunting it, I would like

to make sure we use all of it's meat in food, instead of letting some of it rot." She says softly as

they travel. Now she was in her element, which is very dangerous to anyone opposing her. The woods

were her element and home, more so than any ranger....."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls survival: (7)+9: 16

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (4)+9: 13

GAME: Duroc rolls survival+1: (7)+7+1: 15

You paged Ssylrath with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark

off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

You paged Duroc with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off

the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

Ssylrath grins widely at Ferawyn. "There are those who hunt without need, they are an affront to the

Green. If we find prey I can find a use for any parts that are not otherwise needed." He looks around

at the surrounding trees. "You appear to be correct. I have seen these 'moose', but I have never

hunted one before."

GAME: Vuk rolls stealth: (4)+22: 26

GAME: Vuk rolls survival+2: (8)+10+2: 20

<OOC> Vuk says, "Stealth is for tracking :)"

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the

trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers. Also, while you don't

/see/ anything in the immediate area, you do catch a /smell/ of something... bad. Almost like rotten

meat.'

Vuk spend a few minutes observing on foot before slipping back to his wolf and pulling him self onto

it's back, slowly pulling the hammer back on his long gun and moving to follow the freshest signs of

the large animals. "It smells wrong." He says quietly to his wolf, like it's talking back to him, or

confirming it's behavior.

Duroc looks up at the trees, "Yep, made its mark in the trees, and if these are anything to go by,

it's a big 'un." He pulls an arrow from his quiver and holds it in his free hand, "Best that we drop

it quick, they are mean when angered."

Ferawyn turns her head towards Ssylrath and smiles a bit. "keep the green word close to your heart."

She then looks to Vuk. "Smells wrong?" She says looks to Duroc and nods. "all right." She then looks

up towards the trees. "hear that Oakheart?" a loud creak and a wooden groan can be heard before a

'thump' 'thump' out ahead can be heard. "Let's keep our eyes open, in case Oakheart doesn't see it."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Perception check for me?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "well, for me and Oakheart."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "me first."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (7)+14: 21

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+2: (6)+2: 8

Ssylrath guides Muddy the bear with his knees, pulling out his well-worn sling and socketing a stone.

"Wrong? Wrong how?"

GAME: Ferawyn refreshes spells.

You paged Ferawyn with 'Oakheart doesn't notice anything, but you catch it - the wind shifts for just

a moment, and for that briefest of time you get the whiff of something rotten. Like spoiled meat.'

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "can I roll knowledge/nature or survival to figure out what sort?"

<OOC> Vuk will make a Perception check too Findrago, more ICly concerned with the evilthing. :)

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (10)+12: 22

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely rotten meat, with a hint of urine. Icky.'

GAME: Ferawyn rolls knowledge/nature: (13)+11: 24

GAME: Ferawyn rolls survival: (18)+14: 32

You paged Ferawyn with 'The meat smells definitely spoiled - definitely has a hint of horsemeat to it

- and is acocmpanied by a fragrant bouquet of urine and general unwashed nastiness.'

Ferawyn pages: the loveliness of being a druid.

Takiyah does her best to stay out of the way of those more skilled at forestcraft, her hands resting

on her weapons.

The wind shifts for a second, and carried upon it is a staccato, cackling noise. The noise is echoed

again and again, reverberating off the trees and rocks, the snow doing little to dull it.

Vuk instinctively ducks lower and keeps his long gun close. "Decay." He says quietly, see? Now

there's odd noises -and- bad things. "We should reconsider the nature of this hunt. I smell decay and

some thing is hunting out here." Why did he ever think this would be easy?

Ferawyn sniffs at the air. "There was a horse up here.....it's been dead for a while, and something

else has marked it. And it sounds like we're not alone." She then takes a deep breath. "Oakheart,

stay close." She then looks to Takiyah. "Stay back with me. I imagine we're both the kind of person

that stays out of the fighting." She says softly before looking to Ssylrath and Duroc. "Oakheart is a

treant. If either of you know what it is, then it'll help us. DOn't shoot at it."

Duroc frowns, "Could it be a carrion-eater?" He nods to Farawyn, "All right." Nocking the arrow, but

not pulling back the string, he mutters quietly to himself in Dwarvish.

Ssylrath tucks his sling away again and readies his lance instead. "Walking tree. I know them." He

scans the forest around with care. "If it killed a horssse it is unlikely to flee, that makes hunting

much easier, but the rewards lessss. It may be bad meat." He makes a few hand-gestures with his free

hand, apparently signals of some sort.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Oh, everyone has a +2 Morale versus fear and a +1 Morale on charge attacks

while you can see me. I am all inspiring and stuff. Continuous effect."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Since this is the forest, I have an 18 AC."

Amidst the cackling, another sound rises - a low, plaintive moan, which only sets off another wave of

cackles. From the sound of it, it's emanating a little ways to the east of the trail, over a small

hill.

Ferawyn says, "Sounds like it's from that way." She says pointing east. Not only for the group, but

for Oakheart, who follows. The steps of the treant aren't quite as thunderous this time."

Vuk is used to generally being coerced to investigate first, but this was dangerous, he was more at

home here, and he just fades away soundlessly to circle wide to find a vantage point to observe over

the hill. Stupid dwarf, stupid elf. Thinking he can't be quiet, maybe he'll just go home!

Takiyah draws her dragonspitter. "Not sure what's making those noises, but it can't be good," she

mutters.

<OOC> Ferawyn makes a perception check.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (20)+14: 34

Ssylrath rides forward, directly towards the sound. "I will invessstigate, Muddy and I can take care

of ourselves if necessary, for a time. Our claws are sharp."

"Well, we had best find it then," Duroc says gruffly, "I do not like this, not one bit."

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Findrago has dropped a TIMESTOP!
Please +init, then cease all roleplay and actions immediately and wait for
Findrago to instruct you further.
For additional in-combat commands, please type: +thelp.
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GAME: Ssylrath rolls initiative: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 19

GAME: Takiyah rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 13

You paged Ferawyn with 'The low sounds is very moose-like. And pain-like. Like a moose in pain.'

Ferawyn pages: uh oh.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls initiative: Roll: 14 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 17

GAME: Duroc rolls initiative: Roll: 4 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 6

<OOC> Vuk says, "How do I roll +init with my FTerrain modifier?"

<OOC> Ferawyn only does one init, since my treant will move on the same init as me.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Roll it, and I'll modify. +2?"

GAME: Vuk rolls initiative: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 5 = Total: 17

<OOC> Vuk says, "Yep :) +2"

GAME: Vuk's initiative total changed to 19.

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19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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The group makes their way quietly toward the location of the sounds, slowly cresting the hill to spy

the source of it. Quickly, it becomes evident that something is going horribly wrong on the other

side.

A /giant/ moose is fallen in the center of a small clearing, notable for its shards of bone that

protrude from its skin. Its legs are obviously in bad shape, as crude, rusted jaw-traps are clamped

onto two of them, and a net woven with razors is thrown over the top of it. Two spears stick out from

its flank, and at least three arrows also are in its hide.

More disturbing, however, are the creatures that surround it. Five tall humanoids wrapped in filthy

furs and wielding shortswords covered in dried gore circle the fallen animal, and they take turns

cruelly cutting the beast and cackling at its thrashing.

Gnolls.

<OOC> Vuk HISS!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's my line, Vuk."

<OOC> Vuk pays Ssyl to hiss at Gnolls for me!

<OOC> Ssylrath hisses impressively.

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GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 1: Roll: 2 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 2

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 2: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 17

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 3 : Roll: 20 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 20

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 4 : Roll: 3 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 3

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 5 : Roll: 1 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 1

===================== Current Initiative Order - Round 1 =====================
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20 Gnoll 3
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19 Vuk Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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17 Gnoll 2
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17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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3 Gnoll 4
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2 Gnoll 1
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1 Gnoll 5
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GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 20.
It is now gnoll 3 's turn! Vuk is next!

Vuk pages: Psst, remember. I'm hidden as fark due to my roll :)

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (2)+2: 4

The gnolls continue slicing away at the helpless moose, and one pulls off a long strip of flesh and

gobbles it down in the most awful way. He is completely oblivious to the party.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Vuk ended.

<OOC> Vuk says, "I'm going to mercy kill the moose."

<OOC> Vuk says, "want me to even roll for the shot or?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nah, it's essentially helpless. Just pose it."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ssylrath ended.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "How far away am I? I did go ahead."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Probably top of the hill, so I'd say 30 feet or so."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like to charge the nearest one then. I'll go for nonlethal, basically I'll

be clotheslining it and riding by to a total of 60' move."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I have Ride-By Attack."

<OOC> Findrago says, "That'll be Gnoll #5. Go for it!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee +1 +4 -4: (2)+9+1+4+-4: 12

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss. :("

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "It should be flat-footed if that helps..."

Vuk ..was annoyed, even from a hundred steps distant from the gnolls and their trapped pray, he could

was taking the shot. His long gun comes up, and it snaps in the cold air, the slug snarling past a

gnoll, even clipping a few hairs off it, to explode through the moose's skull, blowing shards of

bones, and it's brains out across the sickly snow. Whilst he loads another cartridge, his wolf is

tearing off again, relocating by the gentle pressure of his heel. Where he was once cresting the

hill, is now an empty spot as he moves to a vantage point to the left, behind a copse of young trees.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now gnoll 2's turn! Ferawyn is next!

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+3: (1)+3: 4 (Gnoll 2 throws a spear)

Ssylrath urges Muddy into action, riding right past the creatures with his lance out to the side. He

pulls up on the far side and calls out to them. "Torturing animals is below a follower of the Green.

Do you wish to withdraw or fight?"

One of the gnolls is covered in the result of Vuk's gunshot, although to be honest it was already

pretty gore-covered. It leaps back as Ssylrath charges past, picking up a spear from the ground and

hurling it at the bear-rider. It must have blood in its eye or something, because its throw is widely

off-mark, and buries itself in a tree harmlessly.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ferawyn ended.

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close is the gnoll that tore off the chunk of the moose?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "40 feet. 30 from the top of the hill, plus he's on the far side of the dire

moose."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "so he's in range. not of me....the treant."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Indeed."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he closes in and attacks, but I cast bull's strength on it."

GAME: Ferawyn casts Bull's Strength. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

<OOC> Findrago says, "Sounds good to me. Tree-whomp away."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he's also using power attack"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (15)+10: 25

<OOC> Findrago says, "hit!"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (2)+12: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Wow. gnoll #3 drops like a bad habit."

GAME: 'Gnoll 3' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 13.
It is now Takiyah's turn! Duroc is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Takiyah ended.

<OOC> Takiyah says, "Move to where I can affect most of the party and cast Bless."

"Great hunter. These gnolls are torturing this moose instead of killing it." Ferawyn exhales quietly

and grazes her hand on Oakheart. "Oakheart, teach them to not torture the animals." A groan comes

from the treant and it thumps it's way forward. rearing one branch back, it brings it's branch down

like a fist and hammer.....and crushes the gnoll with one blow.

GAME: Takiyah casts Bless. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15

<OOC> Findrago says, "Everyone, please keep in mind you are all at +1 to hit and +1 to saves vs.

fear."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 6.
It is now Duroc's turn! Gnoll 4 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Duroc ended.

Takiyah steps forward, drawing her hammer. "Reos, forge our determination into greatness!" she prays.

<OOC> Duroc says, "Going to attack the nearest living gnoll, then."

GAME: Duroc rolls attack+1: (19)+0+1: 20

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nice roll! What weapon do you have? is that a threat?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Nah, longbow. Surprised it didn't take my BAB or DEX into account."

<OOC> Findrago says, "it's +roll ranged, not +roll attack. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Duly noted"

GAME: Duroc rolls 1d8+4: (4)+4: 8

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, I gotta ask. What's the +4 from?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Mighty 4"

<OOC> Findrago says, "And you've got the +4 for Str?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Yep"

<OOC> Findrago says, "You're the man. Pose the damage."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 3.
It is now gnoll 4 's turn! Gnoll 1 is next!

Duroc looses an arrow at the nearest gnoll and gives a dark grin when the arrow strikes it in the

leg.

<OOC> Findrago says, "There's an "arrow to the knee" joke in thee somewhere. ;)"

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (15)+2: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Duroc, AC?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "18"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Swing and a miss. Stupid power attack. ;)"

As an arrow firmly embeds itself into his compatriot's thigh, another gnoll grabs his spear and

charges headlong at the source of the attack with a mad laugh. The point of the weapon glances

harmlessly off the dwarf's armor, instead burying itself in the ground.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 2.
It is now gnoll 1's turn! Gnoll 5 is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ssylrath, this one's charging you... AoO if you want."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1: (4)+9+1: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss on the AoO. and no, it's running around the other side of the moose."

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss anyway. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Even with the charge AC penalty?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ooh, you're right. Roll damage."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d8+6: (7)+6: 13

<OOC> Findrago says, "He kind of skewers himself. o.O"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's the idea. :)"

One of the other gnolls charges madly at Ssylrath, however he seems to miss the point of his lance.

That is, until it's buried in his chest and protruding from his back.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 1.
It is now gnoll 5 's turn! Vuk is next!

GAME: 'gnoll 1' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

The gnoll that was just Duroc's target also charges at him, but the pain in its leg means its attack

is also way off mark.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Quick recap: Gnolls 4 and 5 are on Duroc, and Gnoll 2 is on Ssylrath, who is

definitely male."

<OOC> Vuk says, "Roger Roger. I'll shoot 4."

GAME: Vuk rolls ranged-5: (3)+11+-5: 9

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss!"

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "One is attacking me in melee?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "One chucked a spear at you."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, I'll charge him. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Heck, I'll challenge him first. :)"

<OOC> Findrago ooOOooOOoo.

Vuk was trying to shoot into a melee, and he was also trying to not shoot the rather insulting dwarf,

it causes his shot to go wide, furrowing into a tree beyond the fight. "This hunt is not

very..hunty." He isn't sure how to not yell 'There's gnolls trying to eat us.' with out sounding like

a coward. Which he is.

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1+1+1+4: (1)+9+1+1+1+4: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit!"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "My dice suck. That was a 1."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss! :D"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, with Ride-by Muddy will be charging too, and bite."

<OOC> Findrago says, "OK"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d20+8-1+2 (bite with power attack): (14)+8+-1+2 (bite with power attack): 23

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit! For realz!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 2d6+6+3 (bite damage): (5)+6+3 (bite damage): 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "The bear bites him in half. Probably gags on the taste."

GAME: 'gnoll 2' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close are the other two gnolls to my treant?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "They moved to fight Duroc. 20 feet or so."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "So he gets one attack. okay. and I'm casting call lightning."

Ssylrath levels his lance at the gnoll who threw a spear. "You will pay for what you have done to

this animal!" He charges, the lance going slightly wide but the bear burying it in an avalance of

claws and teeth. Blood goes everywhere.

<OOC> Ferawyn has the treant attack first.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (16)+10: 26

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (7)+12: 19

<OOC> Findrago says, "which one was this on, 4, or the already-damaged 5?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "4."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Dead"

GAME: Ferawyn casts Call Lightning. Caster Level: 5 DC: 17

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "which I use on 5."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Reflex save?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "for half."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 3d6: (16): 16

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20: (9): 9

<OOC> Findrago nope nope nope. Crispy gnoll.

Ferawyn is still standing at the top of the hill as her companions try to fight off the gnolls.

Oakheart, the sapling treant, turns it's fury upon one of the gnolls attacking duroc and in one swing

and SMASH, the gnoll goes from laughing to non-existant. The other one, with the arrow in it's knee,

gets a look from Ferawyn after she finishes chanting, electricity from the sky. "you should not have

angered gilead by torturing an animal." She says.....and LOUDly snaps her fingers. The crack of her

finger snap turns into a BOOM from a lightning strike.....right into the arrow from Duroc. The

smoking gnolls falls dead next to the moose, and Oakheart looks to make sure all is now safe.

especially since Oakheart is a LOT taller than the rest of them.

GAME: Findrago removes the timestop.

Timestop by Findrago has left.

GAME: You remove the timestop.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, we're out of rounds now because y'all are just too damn efficient and

deadly. :)"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Also, can I get a quick perception check from everyone."

GAME: Duroc rolls perception: (5)+7: 12

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (10)+9: 19

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (4)+12: 16

Vuk waits till the gnolls are truly dead, and then moves in towards the carnage, his wolf growls

about it, it reeks here. "We should burn the remains."

GAME: Takiyah rolls Perception: (1)+6: 7

Ssylrath speaks up. "No, even carrion-eaters are good meat if you are careful. Killing without need

makes us as bad as them." He swings out of the saddle and pokes one with his clawed foot. "I will

deal with them if you do not wish to."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (5)+14: 19

As Duroc was getting ready to deal with the two gnolls that attempted to skewer him when a treant

kills one and a bolt of lightning stikes the other. A few blinks later and the confusion dissipates

he says, "Oi!" He grumbles, "I ain't eating no gnoll, ye can have them if you want."

You paged (Ferawyn, Ssylrath) with 'As you're regrouping fromthe battle, you notice that one of the

gnoll bodies is missing... the first one that the treant mauled to death. There are marks in the snow

indicating that it was likely dragged intot he nearby underbrush, and in the distance you think you

can see a larger humanoid figure striding through the woods with something over its shoulder... then

disappear into the woodline.'

Takiyah carefully looks around, but her attention is drawn to the giant moose. "That... is a big

moose. If I pattern the mana-pistons off of its muscles, I might be able to get better lifting

strength on those belts," she muses.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, folks, feel free to RP amongst yourselves if you'd like... I've got the

log running, but I need to step away for a bit, so I'm going to call the "adventure" part of the PrP

finished here."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Don't forget to +nom your buddies for RP. And thanks for bearing with me - this

was actually my first PrP. :)"

Vuk is -not- eating gnolls. "If you wish to try and butcher the moose, by all means. I meant we

should burn the gnolls and perhaps look for their lair. They surely would have had one close to

here." He points out.."Perhaps they even carried gems on their persons." He makes no move to search

them.

Ferawyn quietly walks down from the hill and smiles to Takiyah. "Thank you for your help." She says

softly before she looks to the others. "Put the carcasses together. They'll bring the carrion eaters

to take care of the scraps." She then sighs a bit and pats Oakheart on the leg, noticing that one of

the gnoll bodies is missing. "Hmm.....we may have more trouble later from these guys." She says

softly. "I think we should head back. I'm sure we can find a few rabbits to eat on the way."

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note... the "horsemeat" smell some people got is because the gnolls

have strips of horsemeat under their cloaks to use for rations. The cloaks are also the things that

smell like pee. Gnolls are frighteningly unhygenic. :)"

Ssylrath crouches down and searches the gnolls quickly, pulling out anything of value and then

starting on any garments they had on. "Muddy and I will bring honor to these creatures that they did

not have in life." He seems undisturbed by the smell, perhaps because his nostrils seem to have

closed up completely.

Ferawyn places a hand upon Duroc and Ssylrath. "As for you two, if I may seak with you both on the

way back. If you both follow the ways of nature as i do, and wish to protect it, I may have a loose

group of people you may wish to meet that have the same ideals. Interested?"

"We can talk, we can talk." Duroc says as he readies himself to depart. He begins making his way back

to town to speak with the others.

Vuk is all for finding -not- corrupted filthy game, and he sure isn't eating any gnolls. "Yes yes, I

will keep my ears open for further reports, hopefully they were not part of a larger band. I do not

wish to think of the effects of many upon the local wild life.."

Ssylrath pulls out a skinning knife. "I'll deal with these, I understand if nobody else wants to join

me."

Duroc takes a seat, and tries to tend to his equipment, and maybe try to even catch his breath, it

happens when you have lightning flash in front of you and see a treant whallop a gnoll to death.

Ssylrath finishes butchering the gnolls and makes sure the moose is similarly dealt with. He packs up

everyone of any use into his saddlebags.

<< Note: I was away for a bit and the log cut out here. There was still RP after this. >>

- Findrago!

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The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy because of the

high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form a lattice overhead,

supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of the double-door entry is a

spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and overlooks the main area. Large windows

at this level grant an excellent view of the river to the west and colorful market stalls to the

north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana

lanterns hang at intervals from the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated

ivy and ferns that grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.
The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables are

set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself. A few are

deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are meant for human-sized

individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before a semi-circular stage situated

against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon the wall and running up past the balcony

and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe organ made to look like the one lost when the

Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah Siege.
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Findrago A young gypsy man with a neatly trimmed black beard. 0s 48m
Vuk The Avatar Priest that is Jibbom! 5m 1d
Ferawyn Short, red haired sylvan elf 1m 2h
Aurala Giantborn lass, Shiny Breastplate, and a Greatsword 6m 1h
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Vuk doesn't carry his customary rifle in polite company, then again, he's wondering if most people

consistute as polite company. ESPECIALLY Elves thanks to Sandy shoving him into pocket dimensions.

The Innkeeper waits till Vuk sits down and doesn't appear to be about to do his antics before

delivering his meal, which Vuk uses a small pen knife to cut into and eat heartily. "Here's to the

return of spring, when ever Dana blesses us with it!" He says in a cheerful tone and raises his

tankard to take a long sip!

Aurala shrugs, "Spring, winter, Summer, Fall, All is good, one learns to resist the cold and heat,

and so one doesn't mind as time passes." she chuckles and then shrugs a bit.

Findrago wanders into the pub. "Well met, one and all!" he calls jovially, plopping down into a chair

near the familiar faces. "And how is everyone this fine, foggy day?"

Duroc nods, "And who is your friend? Sorry for being rude, my name is Duroc." He leaves it at that,

but does not raise his cup to the gobber's toast, but he does nod to Aurala, "Aye, no sense

complaining when it changes little, best to just prepare and weather the storms."

Ferawyn sips at her tea as Duroc asks his question. "It isn't here right now, but my friend's name is

Oakheart, or that's the one it gave me." She then smiles. "Ferawyn, Hunter of Gilead. A pleasure to

meet you Duroc."

Vuk just -assumes- Duroc needs a proper introduction from his self, so he stands on the bench of the

table, doffs his Top hat at the dwarf and then gives an exagerated bow. "Vuk Aleksy! Adventurer

Extradionare! Slayer of the Undead! Defender of paths better left untrodden! Dispeller of animated

objects! Scout esquire and camp steward! At your service good sir!" He says with another bow and

doffing of his hat. Then he decides as he almost steps off the bench to sit down in am oment of being

wise.

Findrago kicks his feet up onto a nearby chair. "And he's humble, too," he says with a grin and a nod

of his head in Vuk's direction.

Aurala smiles a little adn then stretches, "Nice too meet all, if you need someone strong, or someone

to smash, keep me in mind. Work has been slow lately."

"I see," Duroc says and mumbles something about gobbers as he chews on a piece of beef, "Well, that

isn't good. Work would be most welcome, but I'll take what I can find."

Ferawyn says, "Well, the adventurer's guild offers odd jobs whenever things come up." However, she

then tilts her head. "What is it you do though, Duroc?""

Vuk isn't sure if Findrago is poking fun at him or not so he gives one of his cheerful naive smiles

at the man. "Of Course Good Sir Findrago!" His Sir comes out more like Sah, because Gobber speak or

some such, but he's tearing into his sausages now. Spicy blood and pork sausages!

Findrago waves for the barkeep to bring over a mug of ale. "I mean that in the truest sense," he

says. "I'm sure how you describe yourself barely begins to cover your exploits, Vuk." He turns to

Duroc. "Name's Findrago Garibaldi - pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Duroc hunches over his food a little, almost out of instinct, "I hunt, I make arrows, and I get by.

Bit of a treasure hunter, but trouble usually accompanies treasure so I haven't done too much of

that. But I'll take a look o'er at the guild to see what I can do for them. The coin will be

welcome."

Aurala has gotten a bit quiet as she eats and then just watches as she has finishes the food.
Vuk is thinking Findrago is teasing him, and for about half a second, he might even look less then

cheerful, but then he is right back to it with a broad grin. "I dare say I aspire to be worthy of

even Lady Sandiel's respect!" He says and raises his tankard again, taking polite sips, for he's a

proper Gentleman.

Ferawyn tilts her head to Duroc. 'Comfortable in the woods, Duroc?" She says giving a longer look to

Duroc, as if she was trying to see how truthful he was, and how comfortable he was in the woods. Bows

and arrows were normally an elf thing, not a dwarf.

"Aye, I can work in the woods, under the mountains, in the fields. Wherever I am sent, I will go,"

Duroc's voice gives little away, "I can use a bow fairly well, but like yonder lady," he gestures to

Aurala, "I prefer to smash my opponents."

Ferawyn says, "Ah, so you are a hunter as well?""

Findrago raises his mug back to Vuk. "And you are most worthy," he says, then takes a long sip of his

drink and looks to Duroc. "Adaptive. Quite impressive," he muses. "Not many that I know who can both

smash and shoot."

Aurala nods, and stretches, "I have learned to harness my rage and it serves me pretty well." she

says and then shakes her head a bit. She takes a drink from the tankard she has.

"Aye, I can hunt. No sense going out and about if you can't feed yourself," Duroc nods and leans

back, having finished his beef, "Enough things out there need a killin' and I am here to oblige." His

tone is actually rather neutral, "It is the way the world works."

Oh By the Gods, some one did it, they mentioned hunting, and it has Vuk soon on top of the table and

animated. "Why! I love a good spot of hunting! Nothing quite like it! Rather thrilling when you've

cornered your game and take the shot! Then you get to prepare the most succulent of dishes!" He says

whilst aiming an invisible rifle and firing. "Jolly good show it is! We should bring Zippo hunting!"

Ferawyn finally looks up at the gobber and scowls. "I don't see how you could ever go hunting. You

can't be quiet long enough for an animal to wander by. You're louder than a mountain dwarf who

doesn't like the woods." She then looks to Duroc and sighs. 'Apologies, Duroc. If you are, indeed, a

hunter like you say, then we could probably work together in the woods."

<OOC> Findrago would be happy to run a hunting scene PrP, if people are up for it. :)

"You talk too much, gobber," Duroc says without a smile. He sips on his ale and waves towards

Ferawyn, "Meh, none taken. Should the opportunity arise, I will go, nothing better to do as of right

now, and the practice would be welcome."

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any location. Player Run Plots are a welcome and desired series of events on this MUSH. When we speak

of Player Run Plots we're speaking of any adventure or IC event that involves at least two or more

players in addition to the one running the scene.

This can be anything from an emitted scene of a bar room brawl to a dungeon crawl. The

system is set up in a way to encourage spontaneous plots as well as pre-planned scenarios with

minimal fuss with the staff. In short, if you have an itch to run a player run plot, for the most

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EVENTS: Hunting Trip has been created for Sun Jan 26 14:25:00 2014. You can check the signup list for

your event with +event/view #. When enough people have signed up, close the event with +event/close

#, and confirm the list of characters you've chosen for the plot with +event/view <player1> <player2>

... .

Takiyah has arrived.

EVENTS: Hunting Trip is scheduled to start RIGHT NOW!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Going to keep us in the Fernwood Pub for starters, go from there. Give a good

chance for the newcomers to join in before we hit the forest."

Vuk pages: I foresee this going to hell with non hunters XD

The party continues talking about hunting over their drinks - who can, who can't, and who would most

likely make a lot of noise trudging through the woods. A few people at nearby tables can't help but

be seen eavesdropping on the conversation, and one man actually turns his chair around completely to

face the group. "If it's hunting yer lookin' for," he says, no small amount of rotgut evident on his

breath, "then *hic* about a half day to the north... there's yer spot." He waves his tankard at the

door, sloshing his drink all over the place. "Was there not three days ago, an' it's a hunter's

dream."

Ferawyn raises her eyebrows. "really? What exactly is there?"

Vuk was declining on speaking of his abilities, the elf and dwarf didn't think he could be of use,

and it has him -candidly- hurt. He prided him self on his ability to disappear into the woods and

snow. But they were insulting him about it, so he wasn't going to be of much interest in them. He can

hunt on his own! He's done it for a living! He provided an Inn with meat for a long time!

Duroc raises a brow, wiping the ale from his beard, "Aye, what is out there? I like to know what

/can/ be hunted before I go out, surprises are seldom welcome on a hunt."

Takiyah had been quietly drinking off to the side, but the talk of hunting caught her attention.

"Might be willing to lend a hand," she remarked as she walks over to the group. "There's a project

I'm working on, and the right materials could help wrap it up."

The man looks at his drink as if to question how the liquid keeps escaping as he waves the mug

around, then wisely places it down on the table in a rare moment of clarity. "The usual stuff, but

lots of it. Deer. Bears. I think I saw a moose. Big uns, too. Antlers the size of /this/!" he says,

spreading his arms as far wide as he could... which nearly causes him to tip off his chair. "We're

talkin' trophy stuff."

Ferawyn gives the man a level look. "If I'm going to hunt, it's because it's a menace to the

surrounding area, or for food, not for trophies. besides, I don't keep trophies anyways." She then

sighs a bit. "at least I got the smell off of me from the nest. ugh."

"Eh, a large moose means a large amount of meat, and I doubt it is a boon to the farmers. I'll go for

it, antlers will simply be a welcome prize, as well as any hides or pelts we can get," Duroc says

bluntly, sipping from his tankard again.

Ferawyn says, "Mm....good point. Though I'm sure a few of the people around can use the meat. Of

course, you get first call on the meat, Duroc...as long as you eat it." She then smiles a bit. "I'm

going to guess my friend will have to come along too.""

The man shrugs to Ferawyn. "If'n you don't want a trophy, ya' don't need to take one. I've found

decent coin in 'em, though, and I'm sure others might as well. But the meat..." He kisses his fingers

for emhpasis. "Pretty much falls off the bone. Tender as all get out."

Duroc nods, "Aye, we had best get going then, no sense wasting any time." The dwarf looks at Vuk, and

points, "You, if ye can keep your mouth shut, come with us. Maybe you will prove useful."

Ferawyn snerks at the man. "Not worried about trophies. Meat can be good at times. The hide might be

useful though." She says as she gets up. "We'll meet Oakheart on the way, Duroc." She says as she

starts her way on out.

Vuk is already disappearing into the crowd, see? Granted, he's -short- which helps, but he doesn't

need their permission to hunt! It's just moose, and it's not like he has to worry about dire rats or

some thing..or a Genie..

Duroc nods, "Very well." He grabs his own things next to him and makes his way to the door.

Ssylrath is outside brushing his large bear. He is festooned with trinkets and trophies on leather

thongs, each a claw, tooth or feather of some sort. He is taking quietly to the shaggy beast in

Draconic.

"Happy huntin'!" calls the drunk, staggering to the door to see the party off. "When ya' bring home

the catch o' yer lives, don't forget to thank..." His voice trails off as he spies Ssylrath's bear

outside. "Well, if that ain't the damnedest thing," he breathes, then looks into his mug and realizes

it's empty. "Gonna need another drink."

And with that, he stumbles back into the tavern.

Vuk was going to his wolf, which because of silly laws couldn't sit inside and get free scraps of

food, it also has most of his kit on it, so you know, there's that, and he's messing with it's ears

as he whispers quietly to it, apparently he talks to wolves.

Ferawyn waves back to the drunk and chuckles. 'Now lets see if this little tale he tells is true."

She says as she heads for the gate and heads north. She seems to relax a LOT more visibly as she

leaves the city.

After a quick side trip to grab the last of her gear, Takiyah catches up with the rest of the group

as they head out from the city.

Ssylrath nods to Vuk as he appears. "I thought that mussst be your friend there, not many wolves in

the city most of the time." His voice is harsh and sibilant. "How is your nessst keeping?"

Duroc slings his pack and earthbreaker onto his back and picks up his bow. He keeps on appearing

rather gruff and cross, whether he is in a city or in the wild. The presence of a trinket-covered

bear catches his attention, causing him to blink and turn to Farawyn, "A bear?"

Vuk will give a doff of his top hat to Ssyl. "That it is! That it is! Wonderful companion!" He says

and moves to pull him self up right onto it. He doesn't even need a saddle, Gobbers are rather known

for riding wolves after all.

Ferawyn looks to Ssylrath and his bear, then smiles. "yeah. A bear. Seems someone keeps rather good

care of it too." She says before looking to Ssylrath. "Join us for a hunt? We'll make sure your

friends have food after it's over."

The guards at the North Gate seem more than happy to let the ragtag group of goblins, lizardfolk,

bears, wolves, and everything else out of the city, waving incredulously as they set out upon the

road. The traffic into and out of the city has kept the way relatively clear of snow, although either

side of the road is still blanketed in white.

Ssylrath grins toothily, his long tongue licking over his snout. "I'm always up for a hunt if Muddy

here is hungry, and Muddy is always hungry." He emphasizes by slapping the bear on the shoulder then

pulling himself into the saddle. "Meat is good, hunting honour the Green if done properly." He kicks

Muddy into movement, riding easily along.

Looking down at the arrival of another gobber, Duroc comments, "Gobbers are everywhere it seems." He

doesn't seem the most pleased, but he keeps on walking. Keeping an eye out for what may come.

Vuk bobs his head at Ssylrath's words. "Hunting in moderation helps keep the wilds in balance. Dana

allows us to hunt so we may have food, but does not wish us to cull to many, for it would hurt the

balance."

Once out of the city and near the forest, Ferawyn seems to say something in a strange language, to no

one in particular....or so it seems. A few seconds later, a tree moves, tearing up a bit of ground as

it lifts it's roots out of the ground and begins to walk in the woods, along with them. "Seems

Oakheart wants to come to......"

Takiyah looks at the various companions, then at her Reos-colored garments. "I certainly feel like

the odd one out," she quietly remarks with a chuckle.

Ssylrath stretches in the saddle, unarmored save for his scales. "I am glad that it is less cold than

it hasss been. Snow is not my friend." He looks around. "What are we hunting, then? Sssmall prey or

large?" He fiddles with the straps of a sling at his belt, and then at the handle of his long wooden

lance.

The travel is relatively easy, and after a few hours the woods thicken around the road. Dark copses

of snow-covered trees stand where open plain once was a few miles back, and in the distance the space

between those groves becomes smaller and smaller until it becomes one large forest.

Even at the edge of the wooded area, signs of animal life are all around - droppings, broken

underbrush, and other telltale indicators of creature life.

Vuk tends to range out from the party on his wolf, riding with his long gun cradled in his arms, the

hammer cocked part way back, ready to fire at a moment's notice. His wolf manages to kill a few field

mice every so often by diving into the snow, and Vuk doesn't seem inclined to stop it yet, it's

allowed to hunt, it's not going to go after any thing dangerous, but once they get closer, Vuk will

stop it, and no longer allow it to hunt on it's own. He needs to examine the tracks and take to

ground.

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note, folks, I normally don't ask for skill checks. If you feel you

have a skill that may be applicable to a particular situation, just OOC what you're rolling and why,

and I'll let you know what the results are in private page."

<OOC> Vuk says, "hide and survival for tracking and hiding :D"

"We've about half a day ahead of us before we get there, but a large moose is our objective, though

some bear and deer can be found there as well." Duroc says. He pulls up the hood of his brownish-grey

cloak. Looking down at the various tracks, he kneels and examines the signs.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like Survival and/or Perception to find things to hunt. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Survival to track"

Ferawyn says, "Seems there's a large moose in the area. While I don't mind hunting it, I would like

to make sure we use all of it's meat in food, instead of letting some of it rot." She says softly as

they travel. Now she was in her element, which is very dangerous to anyone opposing her. The woods

were her element and home, more so than any ranger....."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls survival: (7)+9: 16

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (4)+9: 13

GAME: Duroc rolls survival+1: (7)+7+1: 15

You paged Ssylrath with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark

off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

You paged Duroc with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off

the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.'

Ssylrath grins widely at Ferawyn. "There are those who hunt without need, they are an affront to the

Green. If we find prey I can find a use for any parts that are not otherwise needed." He looks around

at the surrounding trees. "You appear to be correct. I have seen these 'moose', but I have never

hunted one before."

GAME: Vuk rolls stealth: (4)+22: 26

GAME: Vuk rolls survival+2: (8)+10+2: 20

<OOC> Vuk says, "Stealth is for tracking :)"

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the

trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers. Also, while you don't

/see/ anything in the immediate area, you do catch a /smell/ of something... bad. Almost like rotten

meat.'

Vuk spend a few minutes observing on foot before slipping back to his wolf and pulling him self onto

it's back, slowly pulling the hammer back on his long gun and moving to follow the freshest signs of

the large animals. "It smells wrong." He says quietly to his wolf, like it's talking back to him, or

confirming it's behavior.

Duroc looks up at the trees, "Yep, made its mark in the trees, and if these are anything to go by,

it's a big 'un." He pulls an arrow from his quiver and holds it in his free hand, "Best that we drop

it quick, they are mean when angered."

Ferawyn turns her head towards Ssylrath and smiles a bit. "keep the green word close to your heart."

She then looks to Vuk. "Smells wrong?" She says looks to Duroc and nods. "all right." She then looks

up towards the trees. "hear that Oakheart?" a loud creak and a wooden groan can be heard before a

'thump' 'thump' out ahead can be heard. "Let's keep our eyes open, in case Oakheart doesn't see it."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Perception check for me?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "well, for me and Oakheart."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "me first."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (7)+14: 21

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+2: (6)+2: 8

Ssylrath guides Muddy the bear with his knees, pulling out his well-worn sling and socketing a stone.

"Wrong? Wrong how?"

GAME: Ferawyn refreshes spells.

You paged Ferawyn with 'Oakheart doesn't notice anything, but you catch it - the wind shifts for just

a moment, and for that briefest of time you get the whiff of something rotten. Like spoiled meat.'

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "can I roll knowledge/nature or survival to figure out what sort?"

<OOC> Vuk will make a Perception check too Findrago, more ICly concerned with the evilthing. :)

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (10)+12: 22

You paged Vuk with 'Definitely rotten meat, with a hint of urine. Icky.'

GAME: Ferawyn rolls knowledge/nature: (13)+11: 24

GAME: Ferawyn rolls survival: (18)+14: 32

You paged Ferawyn with 'The meat smells definitely spoiled - definitely has a hint of horsemeat to it

- and is acocmpanied by a fragrant bouquet of urine and general unwashed nastiness.'

Ferawyn pages: the loveliness of being a druid.

Takiyah does her best to stay out of the way of those more skilled at forestcraft, her hands resting

on her weapons.

The wind shifts for a second, and carried upon it is a staccato, cackling noise. The noise is echoed

again and again, reverberating off the trees and rocks, the snow doing little to dull it.

Vuk instinctively ducks lower and keeps his long gun close. "Decay." He says quietly, see? Now

there's odd noises -and- bad things. "We should reconsider the nature of this hunt. I smell decay and

some thing is hunting out here." Why did he ever think this would be easy?

Ferawyn sniffs at the air. "There was a horse up here.....it's been dead for a while, and something

else has marked it. And it sounds like we're not alone." She then takes a deep breath. "Oakheart,

stay close." She then looks to Takiyah. "Stay back with me. I imagine we're both the kind of person

that stays out of the fighting." She says softly before looking to Ssylrath and Duroc. "Oakheart is a

treant. If either of you know what it is, then it'll help us. DOn't shoot at it."

Duroc frowns, "Could it be a carrion-eater?" He nods to Farawyn, "All right." Nocking the arrow, but

not pulling back the string, he mutters quietly to himself in Dwarvish.

Ssylrath tucks his sling away again and readies his lance instead. "Walking tree. I know them." He

scans the forest around with care. "If it killed a horssse it is unlikely to flee, that makes hunting

much easier, but the rewards lessss. It may be bad meat." He makes a few hand-gestures with his free

hand, apparently signals of some sort.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Oh, everyone has a +2 Morale versus fear and a +1 Morale on charge attacks

while you can see me. I am all inspiring and stuff. Continuous effect."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "Since this is the forest, I have an 18 AC."

Amidst the cackling, another sound rises - a low, plaintive moan, which only sets off another wave of

cackles. From the sound of it, it's emanating a little ways to the east of the trail, over a small

hill.

Ferawyn says, "Sounds like it's from that way." She says pointing east. Not only for the group, but

for Oakheart, who follows. The steps of the treant aren't quite as thunderous this time."

Vuk is used to generally being coerced to investigate first, but this was dangerous, he was more at

home here, and he just fades away soundlessly to circle wide to find a vantage point to observe over

the hill. Stupid dwarf, stupid elf. Thinking he can't be quiet, maybe he'll just go home!

Takiyah draws her dragonspitter. "Not sure what's making those noises, but it can't be good," she

mutters.

<OOC> Ferawyn makes a perception check.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (20)+14: 34

Ssylrath rides forward, directly towards the sound. "I will invessstigate, Muddy and I can take care

of ourselves if necessary, for a time. Our claws are sharp."

"Well, we had best find it then," Duroc says gruffly, "I do not like this, not one bit."

=================================ATTENTION!!=================================

Findrago has dropped a TIMESTOP!
Please +init, then cease all roleplay and actions immediately and wait for
Findrago to instruct you further.
For additional in-combat commands, please type: +thelp.
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GAME: Ssylrath rolls initiative: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 19

GAME: Takiyah rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 13

You paged Ferawyn with 'The low sounds is very moose-like. And pain-like. Like a moose in pain.'

Ferawyn pages: uh oh.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls initiative: Roll: 14 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 17

GAME: Duroc rolls initiative: Roll: 4 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 6

<OOC> Vuk says, "How do I roll +init with my FTerrain modifier?"

<OOC> Ferawyn only does one init, since my treant will move on the same init as me.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Roll it, and I'll modify. +2?"

GAME: Vuk rolls initiative: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 5 = Total: 17

<OOC> Vuk says, "Yep :) +2"

GAME: Vuk's initiative total changed to 19.

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===================== Current Initiative Order - Round 1 =====================
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19 Vuk Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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The group makes their way quietly toward the location of the sounds, slowly cresting the hill to spy

the source of it. Quickly, it becomes evident that something is going horribly wrong on the other

side.

A /giant/ moose is fallen in the center of a small clearing, notable for its shards of bone that

protrude from its skin. Its legs are obviously in bad shape, as crude, rusted jaw-traps are clamped

onto two of them, and a net woven with razors is thrown over the top of it. Two spears stick out from

its flank, and at least three arrows also are in its hide.

More disturbing, however, are the creatures that surround it. Five tall humanoids wrapped in filthy

furs and wielding shortswords covered in dried gore circle the fallen animal, and they take turns

cruelly cutting the beast and cackling at its thrashing.

Gnolls.

<OOC> Vuk HISS!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's my line, Vuk."

<OOC> Vuk pays Ssyl to hiss at Gnolls for me!

<OOC> Ssylrath hisses impressively.

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GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 1: Roll: 2 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 2

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 2: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 17

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 3 : Roll: 20 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 20

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 4 : Roll: 3 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 3

GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 5 : Roll: 1 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 1

===================== Current Initiative Order - Round 1 =====================
---Init--Name----------------Notes--------------------------------------------
20 Gnoll 3
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19 Vuk Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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17 Gnoll 2
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17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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3 Gnoll 4
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2 Gnoll 1
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1 Gnoll 5
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GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 20.
It is now gnoll 3 's turn! Vuk is next!

Vuk pages: Psst, remember. I'm hidden as fark due to my roll :)

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (2)+2: 4

The gnolls continue slicing away at the helpless moose, and one pulls off a long strip of flesh and

gobbles it down in the most awful way. He is completely oblivious to the party.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Vuk ended.

<OOC> Vuk says, "I'm going to mercy kill the moose."

<OOC> Vuk says, "want me to even roll for the shot or?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nah, it's essentially helpless. Just pose it."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ssylrath ended.

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "How far away am I? I did go ahead."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Probably top of the hill, so I'd say 30 feet or so."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like to charge the nearest one then. I'll go for nonlethal, basically I'll

be clotheslining it and riding by to a total of 60' move."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "I have Ride-By Attack."

<OOC> Findrago says, "That'll be Gnoll #5. Go for it!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee +1 +4 -4: (2)+9+1+4+-4: 12

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss. :("

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "It should be flat-footed if that helps..."

Vuk ..was annoyed, even from a hundred steps distant from the gnolls and their trapped pray, he could

was taking the shot. His long gun comes up, and it snaps in the cold air, the slug snarling past a

gnoll, even clipping a few hairs off it, to explode through the moose's skull, blowing shards of

bones, and it's brains out across the sickly snow. Whilst he loads another cartridge, his wolf is

tearing off again, relocating by the gentle pressure of his heel. Where he was once cresting the

hill, is now an empty spot as he moves to a vantage point to the left, behind a copse of young trees.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now gnoll 2's turn! Ferawyn is next!

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+3: (1)+3: 4 (Gnoll 2 throws a spear)

Ssylrath urges Muddy into action, riding right past the creatures with his lance out to the side. He

pulls up on the far side and calls out to them. "Torturing animals is below a follower of the Green.

Do you wish to withdraw or fight?"

One of the gnolls is covered in the result of Vuk's gunshot, although to be honest it was already

pretty gore-covered. It leaps back as Ssylrath charges past, picking up a spear from the ground and

hurling it at the bear-rider. It must have blood in its eye or something, because its throw is widely

off-mark, and buries itself in a tree harmlessly.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ferawyn ended.

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close is the gnoll that tore off the chunk of the moose?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "40 feet. 30 from the top of the hill, plus he's on the far side of the dire

moose."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "so he's in range. not of me....the treant."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Indeed."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he closes in and attacks, but I cast bull's strength on it."

GAME: Ferawyn casts Bull's Strength. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

<OOC> Findrago says, "Sounds good to me. Tree-whomp away."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "he's also using power attack"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (15)+10: 25

<OOC> Findrago says, "hit!"

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (2)+12: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Wow. gnoll #3 drops like a bad habit."

GAME: 'Gnoll 3' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 13.
It is now Takiyah's turn! Duroc is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Takiyah ended.

<OOC> Takiyah says, "Move to where I can affect most of the party and cast Bless."

"Great hunter. These gnolls are torturing this moose instead of killing it." Ferawyn exhales quietly

and grazes her hand on Oakheart. "Oakheart, teach them to not torture the animals." A groan comes

from the treant and it thumps it's way forward. rearing one branch back, it brings it's branch down

like a fist and hammer.....and crushes the gnoll with one blow.

GAME: Takiyah casts Bless. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15

<OOC> Findrago says, "Everyone, please keep in mind you are all at +1 to hit and +1 to saves vs.

fear."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 6.
It is now Duroc's turn! Gnoll 4 is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Duroc ended.

Takiyah steps forward, drawing her hammer. "Reos, forge our determination into greatness!" she prays.

<OOC> Duroc says, "Going to attack the nearest living gnoll, then."

GAME: Duroc rolls attack+1: (19)+0+1: 20

<OOC> Findrago says, "Nice roll! What weapon do you have? is that a threat?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Nah, longbow. Surprised it didn't take my BAB or DEX into account."

<OOC> Findrago says, "it's +roll ranged, not +roll attack. :)"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Duly noted"

GAME: Duroc rolls 1d8+4: (4)+4: 8

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, I gotta ask. What's the +4 from?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Mighty 4"

<OOC> Findrago says, "And you've got the +4 for Str?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "Yep"

<OOC> Findrago says, "You're the man. Pose the damage."

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 3.
It is now gnoll 4 's turn! Gnoll 1 is next!

Duroc looses an arrow at the nearest gnoll and gives a dark grin when the arrow strikes it in the

leg.

<OOC> Findrago says, "There's an "arrow to the knee" joke in thee somewhere. ;)"

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (15)+2: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Duroc, AC?"

<OOC> Duroc says, "18"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Swing and a miss. Stupid power attack. ;)"

As an arrow firmly embeds itself into his compatriot's thigh, another gnoll grabs his spear and

charges headlong at the source of the attack with a mad laugh. The point of the weapon glances

harmlessly off the dwarf's armor, instead burying itself in the ground.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 2.
It is now gnoll 1's turn! Gnoll 5 is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ssylrath, this one's charging you... AoO if you want."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1: (4)+9+1: 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss on the AoO. and no, it's running around the other side of the moose."

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss anyway. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Even with the charge AC penalty?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Ooh, you're right. Roll damage."

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d8+6: (7)+6: 13

<OOC> Findrago says, "He kind of skewers himself. o.O"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's the idea. :)"

One of the other gnolls charges madly at Ssylrath, however he seems to miss the point of his lance.

That is, until it's buried in his chest and protruding from his back.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 1.
It is now gnoll 5 's turn! Vuk is next!

GAME: 'gnoll 1' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10

The gnoll that was just Duroc's target also charges at him, but the pain in its leg means its attack

is also way off mark.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next!

<OOC> Findrago says, "Quick recap: Gnolls 4 and 5 are on Duroc, and Gnoll 2 is on Ssylrath, who is

definitely male."

<OOC> Vuk says, "Roger Roger. I'll shoot 4."

GAME: Vuk rolls ranged-5: (3)+11+-5: 9

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss!"

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next!

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "One is attacking me in melee?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "One chucked a spear at you."

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, I'll charge him. :)"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Heck, I'll challenge him first. :)"

<OOC> Findrago ooOOooOOoo.

Vuk was trying to shoot into a melee, and he was also trying to not shoot the rather insulting dwarf,

it causes his shot to go wide, furrowing into a tree beyond the fight. "This hunt is not

very..hunty." He isn't sure how to not yell 'There's gnolls trying to eat us.' with out sounding like

a coward. Which he is.

GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1+1+1+4: (1)+9+1+1+1+4: 17

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit!"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "My dice suck. That was a 1."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Miss! :D"

<OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, with Ride-by Muddy will be charging too, and bite."

<OOC> Findrago says, "OK"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d20+8-1+2 (bite with power attack): (14)+8+-1+2 (bite with power attack): 23

<OOC> Findrago says, "Hit! For realz!"

GAME: Ssylrath rolls 2d6+6+3 (bite damage): (5)+6+3 (bite damage): 14

<OOC> Findrago says, "The bear bites him in half. Probably gags on the taste."

GAME: 'gnoll 2' removed from initiative list.

GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 17.
It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next!

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close are the other two gnolls to my treant?"

<OOC> Findrago says, "They moved to fight Duroc. 20 feet or so."

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "So he gets one attack. okay. and I'm casting call lightning."

Ssylrath levels his lance at the gnoll who threw a spear. "You will pay for what you have done to

this animal!" He charges, the lance going slightly wide but the bear burying it in an avalance of

claws and teeth. Blood goes everywhere.

<OOC> Ferawyn has the treant attack first.

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (16)+10: 26

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (7)+12: 19

<OOC> Findrago says, "which one was this on, 4, or the already-damaged 5?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "4."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Dead"

GAME: Ferawyn casts Call Lightning. Caster Level: 5 DC: 17

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "which I use on 5."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Reflex save?"

<OOC> Ferawyn says, "for half."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls 3d6: (16): 16

GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20: (9): 9

<OOC> Findrago nope nope nope. Crispy gnoll.

Ferawyn is still standing at the top of the hill as her companions try to fight off the gnolls.

Oakheart, the sapling treant, turns it's fury upon one of the gnolls attacking duroc and in one swing

and SMASH, the gnoll goes from laughing to non-existant. The other one, with the arrow in it's knee,

gets a look from Ferawyn after she finishes chanting, electricity from the sky. "you should not have

angered gilead by torturing an animal." She says.....and LOUDly snaps her fingers. The crack of her

finger snap turns into a BOOM from a lightning strike.....right into the arrow from Duroc. The

smoking gnolls falls dead next to the moose, and Oakheart looks to make sure all is now safe.

especially since Oakheart is a LOT taller than the rest of them.

GAME: Findrago removes the timestop.

Timestop by Findrago has left.

GAME: You remove the timestop.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, we're out of rounds now because y'all are just too damn efficient and

deadly. :)"

<OOC> Findrago says, "Also, can I get a quick perception check from everyone."

GAME: Duroc rolls perception: (5)+7: 12

GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (10)+9: 19

GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (4)+12: 16

Vuk waits till the gnolls are truly dead, and then moves in towards the carnage, his wolf growls

about it, it reeks here. "We should burn the remains."

GAME: Takiyah rolls Perception: (1)+6: 7

Ssylrath speaks up. "No, even carrion-eaters are good meat if you are careful. Killing without need

makes us as bad as them." He swings out of the saddle and pokes one with his clawed foot. "I will

deal with them if you do not wish to."

GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (5)+14: 19

As Duroc was getting ready to deal with the two gnolls that attempted to skewer him when a treant

kills one and a bolt of lightning stikes the other. A few blinks later and the confusion dissipates

he says, "Oi!" He grumbles, "I ain't eating no gnoll, ye can have them if you want."

You paged (Ferawyn, Ssylrath) with 'As you're regrouping fromthe battle, you notice that one of the

gnoll bodies is missing... the first one that the treant mauled to death. There are marks in the snow

indicating that it was likely dragged intot he nearby underbrush, and in the distance you think you

can see a larger humanoid figure striding through the woods with something over its shoulder... then

disappear into the woodline.'

Takiyah carefully looks around, but her attention is drawn to the giant moose. "That... is a big

moose. If I pattern the mana-pistons off of its muscles, I might be able to get better lifting

strength on those belts," she muses.

<OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, folks, feel free to RP amongst yourselves if you'd like... I've got the

log running, but I need to step away for a bit, so I'm going to call the "adventure" part of the PrP

finished here."

<OOC> Findrago says, "Don't forget to +nom your buddies for RP. And thanks for bearing with me - this

was actually my first PrP. :)"

Vuk is -not- eating gnolls. "If you wish to try and butcher the moose, by all means. I meant we

should burn the gnolls and perhaps look for their lair. They surely would have had one close to

here." He points out.."Perhaps they even carried gems on their persons." He makes no move to search

them.

Ferawyn quietly walks down from the hill and smiles to Takiyah. "Thank you for your help." She says

softly before she looks to the others. "Put the carcasses together. They'll bring the carrion eaters

to take care of the scraps." She then sighs a bit and pats Oakheart on the leg, noticing that one of

the gnoll bodies is missing. "Hmm.....we may have more trouble later from these guys." She says

softly. "I think we should head back. I'm sure we can find a few rabbits to eat on the way."

<OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note... the "horsemeat" smell some people got is because the gnolls

have strips of horsemeat under their cloaks to use for rations. The cloaks are also the things that

smell like pee. Gnolls are frighteningly unhygenic. :)"

Ssylrath crouches down and searches the gnolls quickly, pulling out anything of value and then

starting on any garments they had on. "Muddy and I will bring honor to these creatures that they did

not have in life." He seems undisturbed by the smell, perhaps because his nostrils seem to have

closed up completely.

Ferawyn places a hand upon Duroc and Ssylrath. "As for you two, if I may seak with you both on the

way back. If you both follow the ways of nature as i do, and wish to protect it, I may have a loose

group of people you may wish to meet that have the same ideals. Interested?"

"We can talk, we can talk." Duroc says as he readies himself to depart. He begins making his way back

to town to speak with the others.

Vuk is all for finding -not- corrupted filthy game, and he sure isn't eating any gnolls. "Yes yes, I

will keep my ears open for further reports, hopefully they were not part of a larger band. I do not

wish to think of the effects of many upon the local wild life.."

Ssylrath pulls out a skinning knife. "I'll deal with these, I understand if nobody else wants to join

me."

Duroc takes a seat, and tries to tend to his equipment, and maybe try to even catch his breath, it

happens when you have lightning flash in front of you and see a treant whallop a gnoll to death.

Ssylrath finishes butchering the gnolls and makes sure the moose is similarly dealt with. He packs up

everyone of any use into his saddlebags.

<< Note: I was away for a bit and the log cut out here. There was still RP after this. >>

- Findrago!

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2014-01-27T00:39:05Z

Findrago:

[[Category:Logs]]
Roleplay is central to Tenebrae, and consists of a mix of scenes, grid, and PrPs. Here you may read some of the logs our players have posted, or wanted to share. This page may also be used to post logs for PrPs, to share an item for staff review, or to tell players about a great scene. Remember too, if you're RPing in a public area, a log may end up on this site. Most recent logs are at the '''bottom.'''

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==Our Logs==
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|People
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|August 22th, 2013
|[[PrP: Goblintown Sewers]]
|[[Thora]], [[Albain]], [[Elessa]], [[Randek]], [[Gwendolyn]]
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|August 24th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Duty of Shadows]]
|[[Tatyannah]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Laoise]], [[Schneider]], [[Solace]]
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|August 28th, 2013
|[[Munch's Workshop]]
|[[Solace]], [[Munch]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|September 10th, 2013
|[[PrP: General Bloodeyes Appears]]
|[[Ferawyn]], [[Mikilos]], [[Oates]], [[Nadara]], [[Arik]]
|-
|September 16th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Wild Hunt]]
|[[Jibbom]], [[Jareth]], [[Oates]], [[Teppus]], [[Munch]]
|-
|September 17th, 2013
|[[Wild Inn]]
|[[Arik]], [[Kira]], [[Mikilos]], [[Valadhiel]], [[Zaxx]], [[Kravar]], [[Kranya]]
|-
|September 23rd, 2013
|[[Steel Festival]]
|[[Jibbom]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]]
|-
|September 24th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Galena Lode - Part 1]]
|[[Jensine]], [[Jonan]], [[Mel]], [[Zippo]]
|-
|September 26th, 2013
|[[Meat Market]]
|[[Jame]], [[Mikilos]], [[Garak]], [[Boshter]], [[Ol' Mags]], [[Constantin]]
|-
|September 29th, 2013
|[[Lizard Lunch at the Ox]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Mel]], [[Zalara]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]]
|-
|October 11th, 2013
|[[Feegot]]
|[[Dinala]], [[Boshter]], [[Schneider]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|October 12th, 2013
|[[Rescue Party]]
|[[Benthus]], [[Eligar]], [[Schneider]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]]
|-
|October 12th, 2013
|[[Gunpowder Whisky]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|October 14th, 2013
|[[Dire Consequences]]
|[[Benthus]], [[Garak]], [[Jame]], [[Kiroth]], [[Styrner]]
|-
|October 16th, 2013
|[[Hanging Out]]
|[[Boshter]], [[Mikilos]], [[Alexander]], [[Jibbom]], [[Elessa]], [[Jessa]], [[Kiroth]], [[Sonja]]
|-
|October 19th, 2013
|[[Bennet's Arrival]]
|[[Bennet]], [[Kerbasy]]
|-
|October 25th, 2013
|[[Way Down in the Hole]]
|[[Munch]], [[Fishbelly]], [[Kravar]], [[Elessa]], [[Kojot]]
|-
|October 25th, 2013
|[[Race]]
|[[Azog]], [[Boshter]], [[Munch]], [[Renfrey]]
|-
|October 27th, 2013
|[[Day After]]
|[[Munch]], [[Benthus]], [[Vennan]], [[Jessa]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|November 14th, 2013
|[[Pies]]
|[[Bennet]], [[Svarshan]], [[Renfrey]], [[Sandy]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|November 15th, 2013
|[[Rubble]]
|[[Munch]], [[Svarshan]], [[Sandy]], [[Garak]]
|-
|November 16, 2013
|[[Redemption]]
|[[Fishbelly]], [[Kira]], [[Kiroth]], [[Mel]]
|-
|November 22nd, 2013
|[[Apple Pie]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Elycia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Bennet]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|November 24, 2013
|[[End of the Queen]]
|Lots
|-
|November 25th, 2013
|[[Clean up]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Cesran]], [[Verna]], [[Mikilos]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|November 27th, 2013
|[[Market Recovery]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Arngrim]], [[Myrana]], [[Rhodes]], [[Argos]], [[Benthus]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 3, 2013
|[[Bureaucracy]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Renfrey]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|December 6, 2013
|[[PRP: Mine over Matter]]
|[[Corra]], [[Duncan]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Takiyah]], [[Zippo]]
|-
|December 7th, 2013
|[[Circle Sweat]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Vuk]], [[Kiroth]]
|-
|December 8, 2013
|[[PRP: Freezing Caravan Duty]]
|[[Zaxx]], [[Bennet]], [[Kiroth]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|December 9, 2013
|[[PRP: Strange Sightings]]
|[[Oates]], [[Kravar]], [[Tak]], [[Aurala]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|December 9th, 2013
|[[Board Plaza]]
|[[Selia]], [[Kiroth]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|Decembter 10th, 2013
|[[PRP: Ants!]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Takiyah]], [[Kirranelion]]
|-
|December 11th, 2013
|[[PRP: The Retrieval Job]]
|[[Abrahil]], [[Jibbom]], [[Halani]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Teppus]]
|-
|December 16th, 2013
|[[PRP: Escapee]]
|[[Vuk]], [[Rhar]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Kiroth]], [[Larron]], [[Renfrey]]
|-
|December 17th, 2013
|[[Time in the Tavern]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Vuk]], [[Mikilos]], [[Kiroth]], [[Larron]], [[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|December 19th, 2013
|[[Jessa's Lions]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Jessa]]
|-
|December 21st, 2013
|[[PRP: Finding some Dirty Rats]]
|[[Vuk]], [[Bennet]], [[Kade]], [[Zippo]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]], [[Takiyah]]
|-
|December 23rd, 2013
|[[Cleaning Up]]
|[[Vuk]], [[Zaxx]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Corra]], [[Larron]], [[Takiyah]], [[Zippo]]
|-
|December 19th & 26th, 2013
|[[PRP: Storming the Monastery]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Teppus]], [[Tak]], [[Kravar]], [[Aurala]], [[Jibbom]]
|-
|January 1st, 2014
|[[Nobel Snow]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Renfrey]], [[Mikilos]]
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|January 5th, 2014
|[[Stone Carving]]
|[[Munch]], [[Fazahd]], [[Azog]], [[Cesran]], [[Elycia]], [[Aurala]], [[Findrago]]
|-
|January 5th, 2014
|[[House Punching]]
|[[Selia]], [[Boshter]], [[Fazahd]], [[Whysper]], [[Renfrey]]
|-
|January 6th, 2014
|[[Chest Opening]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Oates]], [[Vennan]], [[Elessa]], [[Zalara]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Findrago]], [[Renfrey]], [[Dragomir]], [[Selia]], [[Aenyn]]
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|January 12, 2014
|[[Forward to the Past]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Jareth]], [[Svarshan]], [[Karelin]]
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|January 13, 2014
|[[Bump in the Night]]
|[[Findrago]], [[Stirling]], [[Conjan]], [[Verna]]
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|January 14, 2014
|[[Fernwood Fluff]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Rhodes]], [[Corra]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Cesran]]
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|January 15, 2014
|[[Over the Moon]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 17, 2014
|[[Trouble at the Farm]]
|[[Caris]], [[Kilian]], [[Rayne]], [[Rhodes]],[[Vuk]]
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|January 18, 2014
|[[Hugging, Chili, and Demon Fish]]
|[[Azog]], [[Bennet]], [[Findrago]], [[Rayne]], [[Vuk]]
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|January 21, 2014
|[[Jibbom-s-]]
|[[Vuk]], [[Jibbom]], [[Ormarr]], [[Mikilos]], [[Leisel]], [[Zaxx]]
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|January 25, 2014
|[[Cold Bones]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Vuk]], [[Schneider]], [[Bennet]], [[Rhodes]], [[Brom]]
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|January 26, 2014
|[[PRP: Hunting Party]]
|[[Duroc]], [[Ferawyn]], [[Takiyah]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Vuk]]

|}

Hugging, Chili, and Demon Fish

2014-01-18T19:28:11Z

Findrago:

<pre>
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-<* A07: Fernwood Pub *>--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy because of the high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form a lattice overhead, supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of the double-door entry is a spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and overlooks the main area. Large windows at this level grant an excellent view of the river to the west and colorful market stalls to the north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana lanterns hang at intervals from the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated ivy and ferns that grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.

The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables are set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself. A few are deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are meant for human-sized individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before a semi-circular stage situated against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon the wall and running up past the balcony and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe organ made to look like the one lost when the Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah Siege.

EXTRAS: +view

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Azog A huge male orc with long black hair in a topknot. 1m 2h
Findrago A young gypsy man with a neatly trimmed black beard. 0s 45s
Bennet Tall cowboy, starting towards grey. 1m 55m
Rayne Short half-elf, with a dragon tattoo on her neck. 12m 2h
Vuk Gobber Gentry in fine exotic hide clothing and Top ha 5m 3d
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An Artifice-driven Boggle Board
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Out <O>
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</pre>

Rayne smiles a bit, "you mis-understood." she says to Bennet, "well perhaps I mis spoke." she taps her fingers on the table and she looks over vuk "well I am not a pirate anymore." she says as if that were obvious. "Ive come a fair way into land to leave that life..." she looks then to Bennet "just Boatmaker and mapmaker now yes?"

Azog nods at what Vuk says. "Though it matters whether you are a maker of boats for pirates, or a maker of boats who operates outside the law and doesn't pay taxes." He grunts to Bennet, but doesn't actually seem to have an issue either way, though he says, "Actual piracy is dealt with severely." He nods gravely as Rayne corrects herself. "That is good."

Vuk moves to sip his cup of tea..it's a mug, and half Brandy. It's still partially tea, and thus respectable. "She seems to think I saved her life by bringing fell undead to... what ever. Knees." Undead Anatomy and death is a bit puzzling. "Damned fine showing of steel and fire it was though. Damned fine." He says and excludes how he was infact, hell and far away from the undead.

Findrago wanders into the pub, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes and trying to coax the effects of last night's drinking from his head. "Morning, everyone!" he calls as he passes through the door, signaling to the bartender that the hair of the dog is in order. He plops down into a chair, kicks his feet up on another one, and waits for his booze... er, breakfast to arrive.

Bennet frowns mildly, but shrugs. "Can't say as approve of priracy, but can't speak too harsh. Most folks got stuff in their past that wern't the best idea. What sorta boats ya make?" He galnces to Findrago with a raised brow.

Azog seems satisfied, himself, about the lack of currrent piracy. He eyes Vuk, and says, "If you have fought and defeated undead, then that is good." He offers a shout of greeting to Findrago, who he recalls from the previous evening. Apparently Azog is a morning person.

Vuk has to sort of look at Bennet for guidance, it isn't often any one shows like, honest appreciation to Bennet. "Dancing?" He asks and gives a wary look at Rayne. The only sort of dancing he saw was in unsavoury places, with a lack of clothing, and a rather angry gent throwing people out.

Findrago waves back to Azog, then nods politely to the barmaid as his drink arrives - whatever it is, it's pale and light brown and fizzing slightly. "Who's dancing?" he asks before taking a sip of the concoction. "And why is someone dancing while fighting undead?"

Multiple conversations are not his strong point this early in the morning. Especially before breakfast.

Bennet shrugs back to the goblin. He's a cowboy and a priest, neither one exactly known for their insight to the minds of the female species. Turning back to the example in question, he shrugs. "Can't say as have a current need. But iffen that changes, reckon I know who ta talk to." Glancing to Findrago, he shrugs. "Swordsman, I reckon. One of them 'Dance of the Blades' sorta things. Or maybe it's 'Dance of Death'? Remember some bard singing 'bout it once, can't say as recall the details."

Rayne nods her head to what Bennet says and she takes a small spoon of soup to her lips. Her eyes flicker and she looks over the new arrival, quieting for a moment as she chews on her bread. The bard just listens to the conversations at hand.

Azog ehs about a dance of blades? "Really? Why would you dance with a blade? Blades are for fighting!" He shrugs to Findrago and says, "I don't think anyone's dancing now." He looks around, just in case. "This isn't that sort of place." He eyes Rayne again. "So, you are a Skald?" A tribal thing, but, approximately a bard.

Vuk doesn't look less confused, so he looks towards Findrago. "No one is Dancing!" He says to agree with Azog and then looks at Rayne when Azog asks her a question. "She was playing drums." He offers.

Findrago takes another sip of his drink. "A shame," he says simply. "Nothing in the world wrong with dancing. Quite fond of it myself."

Bennet shakes his heads a moment to Azog. "Is a dancing sort of fight. Or maybe a fighting sort of dance... seen couple of those... but think mostly is one of them... metaphor things. Fellas so skilled in fightin, makes it look like a dance. Ain't quite the same, but neither way do ya wanna mess up yer footwork."

Rayne nods her head to Azog "aye Skald." her eyes move to Findrago and she laughs "I was offering a performance for Vuk, as he saved me from a nasty encounter with the undead." she says softly. Before she listens to Bennet "I would love to learn a fighting dance." she says quietly.

Aurala has arrived.

Azog squints at Bennet, but finally nods when footwork is mentioned. "Ah, yes. Keeping your feet in a good position for balance and shifting your weight to use your power against your enemy is important in fighting. I did not know it was important in dancing also." He nods sagely to Rayne, having worked that part out finally. "So you tell the stories of heroes? That is good."

Vuk is still rather puzzled by being given a dance for saving people. Naive Gobber is Naive? "My good Lady! It is both my calling and chosen duty to aid those in need! Besides, I'm an Adventurer Extradionare." He says and again doffs his tophat, but no smacking into Azog this time. Brekkie is finished, and he pushes his empty plate to the middle of the table and leans over to ask Azog in a confiding tone. 'What type of dance does she mean?'

Findrago peers at Vuk. "My friend," he says. "My good, good friend. When a lady offers to thank you for saving her, it may be seen as exceptionally rude to deny her that. I'm sure your chivalry is noted, but for her sake and yours, /let/ /her/ /thank/ /you/."

The door opens abruptly, almost slamming, though not really the intention of the giant woman that makes her way into the pub. The giantborn lass tries to be careful with the door as she turns to close it and then turn back to the room. She shifts her earthbreaker back over her shoulder as she glances around the room.

Rayne smiles to Findrago "it is ok, he said he dose not want a thank you.." she shrugs and then takes another spoonful of her soup. The Bard is quiet as she looks amongst the others at her table.

Azog replies to Vuk, "I am not sure exactly how the dancing part works. Skalds will sing of battles and deeds of heroes, so if she will skald for you, it may be that she will create a tribute for your battle? Movement may be done to emphasize the action of the moment, perhaps?" He looks up as Aurala arrives, and calls out a greeting, "Hello!" and invites her over to join the crowd with a sweeping gesture.

Findrago shrugs his shoulders and takes a long drink of his breakfast. "His loss, I suppose," he says. "My Aunt Esmeralda thanked my Uncle Pietro for saving her once, and he graciously accepted it. She cooked him his favorite meal for a week. Poor man died of food poisoning a few days later, rest his weary soul." He rubs his chin, his contradiction dawning on him. "Okay, perhaps in some situations it's wiser to turn it down. But I'm sure you're a far better dancer than Aunt Esmeralda was a cook."

Vuk gives a wide eyed star at Findrago as he tells a story of dying thanks to being thanked. Findrago is doing nothing to improve Vuk's beliefs about dancing, but Azog's theory sounds better. "Well! Perhaps I will accept a dance some time later!" Then the door is almost taken away and he joins Azog in greetings..except he stands on the bench and jumps up and down and waves both his hands. "Greetings! Well Met! Merry Tidings!"

Findrago waves at Aurala as well. "Now, there's a woman who knows how to make an entrance," he says, raising his glass in salute to her.

Rayne smiles then as the conversation at the table dies down and she stands with her empty bowl, she tucks her bread into her backpack and she looks to Vuk, turning the bard hugs him.. "Thank you again." she says before letting him loose and turning for the door.

Azog nods gravely as Vuk chooses to consider the bard's tribute. His eyes widen as the tribute seems to be a hug, which he at first mistakes for a wrestling advance. But it seems not to be that. He looks perplexed. So, situation: normal.

Gak! Vuk hadn't expected that either..not unless the hug turns into some one trying to hug him! "Ahem Yes Ahem..well.." Stammering, Vuk's cheerful nature just suffered an overload!

A rakish grin spreads across Findrago's face. "Remind me to save her one day."

Azog gives Findrago a puzzled look, but he shrugs. He eats his breakfast quietly while Vuk recovers.
Vuk only seems to recover when the Elf is well and gone and coughs a bit. "Well! I'm sure it was..that's normal, correct?" He asks Findrago and Azog.

Findrago nods. "Oh, completely normal. Sometimes a kiss is involved, too. Nothing to worry about."

Azog can only offer a shrug as to the normality. "I think some people are starved for affection, so they give it out more freely than normal in hopes that it is returned. I do not know why or what to do about it. When this is done by women, no one seems to complain, but men who do this are put in prison."

Vuk looks oddly at Azog when he says prison. "Most peculiar! If women can do it, then men should be able to! Perhaps we can ask Mikilos about this! He's a wise elf." Blame Elves.

Findrago kicks his feet off the chair, and leans forward. "Now, let me tell you two..." he says, lowering his voice conspiratorily. "They /should/. But there's a difference." He looks back and forth to see if anyone was eavesdropping. "And I have no idea at all what it is. I just know there is one."

Azog nods slowly to Vuk about asking Mikilos. "That may be for the best. I do not understand this city very much at all." He nods to Findrago, "There is a difference, yes. Perhaps it is one of the fundamental differences between men and women and we must just accept it?"

Vuk has to wonder if Findrago sort of misses how women look different or not, but he won't voice it. "I thought the difference was rather obvious." He points out helpfully and readjusts his top hat.

Findrago laughs. "Oh, it is very obvious. But the kissing thing - that's one of the not-so-obvious differences. There are lots of those."

Azog agrees. "There are many differences. We must live with them. Or strike them down. But striking down is frowned on in this city, so..."

Vuk narrows his eyes a bit at Azog when he talks about just hitting people! "We don't need to around striking down the peasentry! Rather unbecoming!"

Findrago shakes his head. "Nonono. No striking down the peasantry. That's just so... wrong. I believe he means striking down, or removing, the rules that govern these differences."

Azog shrugs to Vuk and eyes Findrago. "I will do that also. But I meant that I will strike down those who challenge me. But, I am finding here in the city it is only suitable to match an offense with like, rather than to match offense with arms. If someone makes chili at me, I am required to make chili back at him rather than cut him down as he deserves." Azog has issues with chili.

Vuk has to squeeze his eyes shut and open them again. "I do not believe chili is commonly considered an offense..it's a rather wonderful meal. Full of meat and spicy peppers, wonderful for winter I do say!" Vuk loves cooking!

"Chili?" Findrago wonders how this conversation steered itself from kissing to social norms to chili. "Is... is chili considered an offense in your eyes?" He thinks for a moment. "Then again, it /is/ what did in Uncle Pietro..."

Azog shakes his head to Vuk, "I like chili also. But, for you to speak so, you have not had some of the chili they make here. It burns the mouth, and has no flavor, only pain and malice. It is a thing of the Dragon of Death," he refers to Thul, perhaps alluding to heat in his breath. He nods to Findrago about his uncle. "You see now."

Vuk cocks his head a bit, he has not had chili like that. "Well! Perhaps it is a style of another region and we need to adopt it." he says and rubs his hands together a bit. "A spot of molasses and brown sugar wouldn't go amiss!"

Findrago makes a warding sign. "Poor Uncle Pietro..." he breathes. "I never knew it was such a horrible way to go."

Azog says to Vuk, "It is a style of Alexandria, and you would need a bucket of sugar to dilute the burn of what orcs and dwarves make to fight each other." He gives Findrago a sympathetic grimace. "He must have made her very angry."

Vuk isn't sure how chilli is lethal yet, but Findrago is a crazy Gypsy. Mighta been a curse. "I will have to attempt to discern this for my self." Vuk surprisingly, can cook, actually cook!

Findrago shakes his head. "He made her very happy. She made him bad chili."

Azog can only shrug to Findrago. "Perhaps it was an error, then? Perhaps it is a thing that is easy to do wrong. I have heard that there is a fish in the Jade Islands that is prepared, and if done incorrectly, will kill you. Perhaps this is the same."

Vuk isn't really sure where the Jade Islands are, but toxic fish? Not all that unusual, there's frogs that can kill you, and the three step snake! "You know, thats what we should all do. Lets go dig a hole in the ice, do a spot of ice fishing? Find Zippo, he can burn the hole for us."

Findrago says, "I thought ice fishing involved /not/ melting the thing you'd be standing on."

Azog shakes his head to Findrago, "If the ice is solid enough, a fire on top of it won't have a significant effect. But it's generally proper to cut the hole with an awl so as not to crack the mass of ice you're standing on." Then he thinks about Zippo. "Maybe ice fishing is a bad idea."

See Vuk thinks Zippo would be good for ice fishing, because he thinks some one who can probably blow up giant fish is a good plan. "Well! He could help us either way! I'm sure he has a device to cut the hole, and if we get cold he can just start a fire!"

Findrago drains the last of his drink. "See, I've worked with Zippo before. He's talented in the ways of death rays and fire, but fishing might involve his science causing pain and ice and unidentifiable chunks of fish over a large area. We might have to fish the traditional way, were we to do that."

Azog nods to Findrago. He only knows traditional ways in any event. "That is one of the things I do in winter here when not much is going on, or when I am weary of the city."

Vuk lightly strokes his chin, this is truthful words. "I suppose we could take away his gizmos and see if he'd enjoy fishing in a normal fashion.."

Findrago laughs. "I think he'd invent new ones halfway through the trip."

Azog considers Vuk's suggestion, but says, "I do not think he will like that. He is ... yes, like that."

Vuk has exclusively found Zippo to be amusing when he's yelling science and then fiery death. "Well! I say -you- two can do normal fishing, me and Zippo will employ goblin ingenuity in the form of explosives."

Findrago says, "And I shall be happy to watch that from a suitably safe distance." He thinks for a second. "Or just have one of the survivors tell me how it went."

Azog winces at Vuk, but says, "That is well and good as long as I'm not standing on the ice that he's fireballing." He nods to Findrago about a suitably safe distance. "Perhaps a quarter mile." He shakes his head. "If there are survivors."

Vuk waves a hand dismissively at the two of them. "It is a perfectly safe plan. We push Zippo out on the ice with a stick, immediately begin running the other way."

Findrago shakes his head. "I can already see him swearing about the demon fish being resistant to science."

Azog is about to reply to Vuk, but finally relents. "That may be effective."

Vuk snickers quietly and adjusts his monocole. "Yes, I have to admit he would. Then again, with how things seem to go when ever Zippo is involved, there's probably a true demon fish."

Findrago stares wistfully at the bottom of his glass. "Hrm. Empty. And yes, he most likely would. But I have full confidence in his ability to try and incinerate it regardless."

Azog says sincerely, "If there is a demon fish, then I am willing to fight it. I have fought underwater before. It is difficult, but with the right magic, it may be done. It may be better to fight it on land, though." Fiendish dire sharks? "Hrm. What if it is resistant to fire?"

Vuk coughs a bit when Azog mentions it being resistant to fire. "Zippo will just yell science and try it again." he suggests.

Findrago points to Vuk. "Exactly. Eventually, I believe he'd actually get it right."

Azog thinks about this. "Yes, but doing it again isn't aways effective. Sometimes it is."

Vuk shakes his head a bit at them both. "Well, this requires an experiment. Shall we find a demon fish to see how Zippo handles it?"

Findrago chuckles. "Not quite sure there's a shop around that just sells such things. 'Why yes, I'd like a loaf of bread, three apples, and oh yes, that demon fish over there looks quite nice.'"

Azog says to Vuk, "If there is such a thing, I am willing to fight it, myself. But ..." he pauses, eyes Findrago. "Perhaps this is what they put in the chili?"

Vuk isn't going to comment on finding one, because some how, Sandy tying him to a rope and dunking him into dire shark infested water comes to mind. "I'll make a note to ask Mikilos!" As for the Chilli he shrugs a bit. "Fish isn't what you use for chilli..dire boar.."

Findrago seems to be getting more and more perturbed that Aunt Esmeralda may have actually poisoned Uncle Pietro with demon-fish infused chili. "Right, you use boar, sometimes beef. Fish chili? Maybe only if you have no access to boars or cows and live in a fishing village. And are starving."

Azog shakes his head to Vuk and Finidrago. "In this city, they'll put anything in chili. Fiendish dire shark is probably too tame for them here. I am sure they use horrible things never meant to be eaten." Though jalapenos would be in that category, if Azog knew what they were.

Vuk shakes his head, he's with Findrago on this one. "Fish don't go in chili, they go into chowders, along with lovely niblets of corn, and cream. Oh, and butter." Vuk probably dumps bacon cracklings in too if he had a say.

Findrago's stomach growls. "All this talk of food is making me hungry for something that isn't chili," he says, glancing down at his offending gut. "Ooh. Venison is actually quite nice in it, though. Especially the lean kind." He looks to Vuk. "In chili, not chowder. Venison chowder sounds weird."

Azog seems to think anything awful is appropriate for chili. "We shall see. If I hear of a demon shark, I will let everyone know, and we will kill it, and see how much pain it can cause." He seems to think that is the main point of chili. He had a bad experience with his first Alexandrian chili. "Though, I should go now and be about my tasks."

Vuk will doff his hat at the two of them, he suspects he should make him self scarce before he ends up in a maze and falling out of the ceiling. See, Sandy sense is tingling, she's some where in the city. "Well! Let us hope we get a good spot of hunting on a dire shark then! We'll make it into a grand chowder and compare it with Venison Chilli!"

Findrago stands up and tosses a few copper onto the table. "I look forward to it, gentlemen. Until then," he says, sweeping into a bow, then waving and heading out the door.

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Hugging, Chili, and Demon Fish

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The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy because of the high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form a lattice overhead, supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of the double-door entry is a spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and overlooks the main area. Large windows at this level grant an excellent view of the river to the west and colorful market stalls to the north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana lanterns hang at intervals from the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated ivy and ferns that grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.

The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables are set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself. A few are deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are meant for human-sized individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before a semi-circular stage situated against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon the wall and running up past the balcony and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe organ made to look like the one lost when the Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah Siege.

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Bennet Tall cowboy, starting towards grey. 1m 55m
Rayne Short half-elf, with a dragon tattoo on her neck. 12m 2h
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Rayne smiles a bit, "you mis-understood." she says to Bennet, "well perhaps I mis spoke." she taps her fingers on the table and she looks over vuk "well I am not a pirate anymore." she says as if that were obvious. "Ive come a fair way into land to leave that life..." she looks then to Bennet "just Boatmaker and mapmaker now yes?"

Azog nods at what Vuk says. "Though it matters whether you are a maker of boats for pirates, or a maker of boats who operates outside the law and doesn't pay taxes." He grunts to Bennet, but doesn't actually seem to have an issue either way, though he says, "Actual piracy is dealt with severely." He nods gravely as Rayne corrects herself. "That is good."

Vuk moves to sip his cup of tea..it's a mug, and half Brandy. It's still partially tea, and thus respectable. "She seems to think I saved her life by bringing fell undead to... what ever. Knees." Undead Anatomy and death is a bit puzzling. "Damned fine showing of steel and fire it was though. Damned fine." He says and excludes how he was infact, hell and far away from the undead.

Findrago wanders into the pub, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes and trying to coax the effects of last night's drinking from his head. "Morning, everyone!" he calls as he passes through the door, signaling to the bartender that the hair of the dog is in order. He plops down into a chair, kicks his feet up on another one, and waits for his booze... er, breakfast to arrive.

Bennet frowns mildly, but shrugs. "Can't say as approve of priracy, but can't speak too harsh. Most folks got stuff in their past that wern't the best idea. What sorta boats ya make?" He galnces to Findrago with a raised brow.

Azog seems satisfied, himself, about the lack of currrent piracy. He eyes Vuk, and says, "If you have fought and defeated undead, then that is good." He offers a shout of greeting to Findrago, who he recalls from the previous evening. Apparently Azog is a morning person.

Vuk has to sort of look at Bennet for guidance, it isn't often any one shows like, honest appreciation to Bennet. "Dancing?" He asks and gives a wary look at Rayne. The only sort of dancing he saw was in unsavoury places, with a lack of clothing, and a rather angry gent throwing people out.

Findrago waves back to Azog, then nods politely to the barmaid as his drink arrives - whatever it is, it's pale and light brown and fizzing slightly. "Who's dancing?" he asks before taking a sip of the concoction. "And why is someone dancing while fighting undead?"

Multiple conversations are not his strong point this early in the morning. Especially before breakfast.

Bennet shrugs back to the goblin. He's a cowboy and a priest, neither one exactly known for their insight to the minds of the female species. Turning back to the example in question, he shrugs. "Can't say as have a current need. But iffen that changes, reckon I know who ta talk to." Glancing to Findrago, he shrugs. "Swordsman, I reckon. One of them 'Dance of the Blades' sorta things. Or maybe it's 'Dance of Death'? Remember some bard singing 'bout it once, can't say as recall the details."

Rayne nods her head to what Bennet says and she takes a small spoon of soup to her lips. Her eyes flicker and she looks over the new arrival, quieting for a moment as she chews on her bread. The bard just listens to the conversations at hand.

Azog ehs about a dance of blades? "Really? Why would you dance with a blade? Blades are for fighting!" He shrugs to Findrago and says, "I don't think anyone's dancing now." He looks around, just in case. "This isn't that sort of place." He eyes Rayne again. "So, you are a Skald?" A tribal thing, but, approximately a bard.

Vuk doesn't look less confused, so he looks towards Findrago. "No one is Dancing!" He says to agree with Azog and then looks at Rayne when Azog asks her a question. "She was playing drums." He offers.

Findrago takes another sip of his drink. "A shame," he says simply. "Nothing in the world wrong with dancing. Quite fond of it myself."

Bennet shakes his heads a moment to Azog. "Is a dancing sort of fight. Or maybe a fighting sort of dance... seen couple of those... but think mostly is one of them... metaphor things. Fellas so skilled in fightin, makes it look like a dance. Ain't quite the same, but neither way do ya wanna mess up yer footwork."

Rayne nods her head to Azog "aye Skald." her eyes move to Findrago and she laughs "I was offering a performance for Vuk, as he saved me from a nasty encounter with the undead." she says softly. Before she listens to Bennet "I would love to learn a fighting dance." she says quietly.

Aurala has arrived.

Azog squints at Bennet, but finally nods when footwork is mentioned. "Ah, yes. Keeping your feet in a good position for balance and shifting your weight to use your power against your enemy is important in fighting. I did not know it was important in dancing also." He nods sagely to Rayne, having worked that part out finally. "So you tell the stories of heroes? That is good."

Vuk is still rather puzzled by being given a dance for saving people. Naive Gobber is Naive? "My good Lady! It is both my calling and chosen duty to aid those in need! Besides, I'm an Adventurer Extradionare." He says and again doffs his tophat, but no smacking into Azog this time. Brekkie is finished, and he pushes his empty plate to the middle of the table and leans over to ask Azog in a confiding tone. 'What type of dance does she mean?'

Findrago peers at Vuk. "My friend," he says. "My good, good friend. When a lady offers to thank you for saving her, it may be seen as exceptionally rude to deny her that. I'm sure your chivalry is noted, but for her sake and yours, /let/ /her/ /thank/ /you/."

The door opens abruptly, almost slamming, though not really the intention of the giant woman that makes her way into the pub. The giantborn lass tries to be careful with the door as she turns to close it and then turn back to the room. She shifts her earthbreaker back over her shoulder as she glances around the room.

Rayne smiles to Findrago "it is ok, he said he dose not want a thank you.." she shrugs and then takes another spoonful of her soup. The Bard is quiet as she looks amongst the others at her table.

Azog replies to Vuk, "I am not sure exactly how the dancing part works. Skalds will sing of battles and deeds of heroes, so if she will skald for you, it may be that she will create a tribute for your battle? Movement may be done to emphasize the action of the moment, perhaps?" He looks up as Aurala arrives, and calls out a greeting, "Hello!" and invites her over to join the crowd with a sweeping gesture.

Findrago shrugs his shoulders and takes a long drink of his breakfast. "His loss, I suppose," he says. "My Aunt Esmeralda thanked my Uncle Pietro for saving her once, and he graciously accepted it. She cooked him his favorite meal for a week. Poor man died of food poisoning a few days later, rest his weary soul." He rubs his chin, his contradiction dawning on him. "Okay, perhaps in some situations it's wiser to turn it down. But I'm sure you're a far better dancer than Aunt Esmeralda was a cook."

Vuk gives a wide eyed star at Findrago as he tells a story of dying thanks to being thanked. Findrago is doing nothing to improve Vuk's beliefs about dancing, but Azog's theory sounds better. "Well! Perhaps I will accept a dance some time later!" Then the door is almost taken away and he joins Azog in greetings..except he stands on the bench and jumps up and down and waves both his hands. "Greetings! Well Met! Merry Tidings!"

Findrago waves at Aurala as well. "Now, there's a woman who knows how to make an entrance," he says, raising his glass in salute to her.

Rayne smiles then as the conversation at the table dies down and she stands with her empty bowl, she tucks her bread into her backpack and she looks to Vuk, turning the bard hugs him.. "Thank you again." she says before letting him loose and turning for the door.

Azog nods gravely as Vuk chooses to consider the bard's tribute. His eyes widen as the tribute seems to be a hug, which he at first mistakes for a wrestling advance. But it seems not to be that. He looks perplexed. So, situation: normal.

Gak! Vuk hadn't expected that either..not unless the hug turns into some one trying to hug him! "Ahem Yes Ahem..well.." Stammering, Vuk's cheerful nature just suffered an overload!

A rakish grin spreads across Findrago's face. "Remind me to save her one day."

Azog gives Findrago a puzzled look, but he shrugs. He eats his breakfast quietly while Vuk recovers.
Vuk only seems to recover when the Elf is well and gone and coughs a bit. "Well! I'm sure it was..that's normal, correct?" He asks Findrago and Azog.

Findrago nods. "Oh, completely normal. Sometimes a kiss is involved, too. Nothing to worry about."

Azog can only offer a shrug as to the normality. "I think some people are starved for affection, so they give it out more freely than normal in hopes that it is returned. I do not know why or what to do about it. When this is done by women, no one seems to complain, but men who do this are put in prison."

Vuk looks oddly at Azog when he says prison. "Most peculiar! If women can do it, then men should be able to! Perhaps we can ask Mikilos about this! He's a wise elf." Blame Elves.

Findrago kicks his feet off the chair, and leans forward. "Now, let me tell you two..." he says, lowering his voice conspiratorily. "They /should/. But there's a difference." He looks back and forth to see if anyone was eavesdropping. "And I have no idea at all what it is. I just know there is one."

Azog nods slowly to Vuk about asking Mikilos. "That may be for the best. I do not understand this city very much at all." He nods to Findrago, "There is a difference, yes. Perhaps it is one of the fundamental differences between men and women and we must just accept it?"

Vuk has to wonder if Findrago sort of misses how women look different or not, but he won't voice it. "I thought the difference was rather obvious." He points out helpfully and readjusts his top hat.

Findrago laughs. "Oh, it is very obvious. But the kissing thing - that's one of the not-so-obvious differences. There are lots of those."

Azog agrees. "There are many differences. We must live with them. Or strike them down. But striking down is frowned on in this city, so..."

Vuk narrows his eyes a bit at Azog when he talks about just hitting people! "We don't need to around striking down the peasentry! Rather unbecoming!"

Findrago shakes his head. "Nonono. No striking down the peasantry. That's just so... wrong. I believe he means striking down, or removing, the rules that govern these differences."

Azog shrugs to Vuk and eyes Findrago. "I will do that also. But I meant that I will strike down those who challenge me. But, I am finding here in the city it is only suitable to match an offense with like, rather than to match offense with arms. If someone makes chili at me, I am required to make chili back at him rather than cut him down as he deserves." Azog has issues with chili.

Vuk has to squeeze his eyes shut and open them again. "I do not believe chili is commonly considered an offense..it's a rather wonderful meal. Full of meat and spicy peppers, wonderful for winter I do say!" Vuk loves cooking!

"Chili?" Findrago wonders how this conversation steered itself from kissing to social norms to chili. "Is... is chili considered an offense in your eyes?" He thinks for a moment. "Then again, it /is/ what did in Uncle Pietro..."

Azog shakes his head to Vuk, "I like chili also. But, for you to speak so, you have not had some of the chili they make here. It burns the mouth, and has no flavor, only pain and malice. It is a thing of the Dragon of Death," he refers to Thul, perhaps alluding to heat in his breath. He nods to Findrago about his uncle. "You see now."

Vuk cocks his head a bit, he has not had chili like that. "Well! Perhaps it is a style of another region and we need to adopt it." he says and rubs his hands together a bit. "A spot of molasses and brown sugar wouldn't go amiss!"

Findrago makes a warding sign. "Poor Uncle Pietro..." he breathes. "I never knew it was such a horrible way to go."

Azog says to Vuk, "It is a style of Alexandria, and you would need a bucket of sugar to dilute the burn of what orcs and dwarves make to fight each other." He gives Findrago a sympathetic grimace. "He must have made her very angry."

Vuk isn't sure how chilli is lethal yet, but Findrago is a crazy Gypsy. Mighta been a curse. "I will have to attempt to discern this for my self." Vuk surprisingly, can cook, actually cook!

Findrago shakes his head. "He made her very happy. She made him bad chili."

Azog can only shrug to Findrago. "Perhaps it was an error, then? Perhaps it is a thing that is easy to do wrong. I have heard that there is a fish in the Jade Islands that is prepared, and if done incorrectly, will kill you. Perhaps this is the same."

Vuk isn't really sure where the Jade Islands are, but toxic fish? Not all that unusual, there's frogs that can kill you, and the three step snake! "You know, thats what we should all do. Lets go dig a hole in the ice, do a spot of ice fishing? Find Zippo, he can burn the hole for us."

Findrago says, "I thought ice fishing involved /not/ melting the thing you'd be standing on."

Azog shakes his head to Findrago, "If the ice is solid enough, a fire on top of it won't have a significant effect. But it's generally proper to cut the hole with an awl so as not to crack the mass of ice you're standing on." Then he thinks about Zippo. "Maybe ice fishing is a bad idea."

See Vuk thinks Zippo would be good for ice fishing, because he thinks some one who can probably blow up giant fish is a good plan. "Well! He could help us either way! I'm sure he has a device to cut the hole, and if we get cold he can just start a fire!"

Findrago drains the last of his drink. "See, I've worked with Zippo before. He's talented in the ways of death rays and fire, but fishing might involve his science causing pain and ice and unidentifiable chunks of fish over a large area. We might have to fish the traditional way, were we to do that."

Azog nods to Findrago. He only knows traditional ways in any event. "That is one of the things I do in winter here when not much is going on, or when I am weary of the city."

Vuk lightly strokes his chin, this is truthful words. "I suppose we could take away his gizmos and see if he'd enjoy fishing in a normal fashion.."

Findrago laughs. "I think he'd invent new ones halfway through the trip."

Azog considers Vuk's suggestion, but says, "I do not think he will like that. He is ... yes, like that."

Vuk has exclusively found Zippo to be amusing when he's yelling science and then fiery death. "Well! I say -you- two can do normal fishing, me and Zippo will employ goblin ingenuity in the form of explosives."

Findrago says, "And I shall be happy to watch that from a suitably safe distance." He thinks for a second. "Or just have one of the survivors tell me how it went."

Azog winces at Vuk, but says, "That is well and good as long as I'm not standing on the ice that he's fireballing." He nods to Findrago about a suitably safe distance. "Perhaps a quarter mile." He shakes his head. "If there are survivors."

Vuk waves a hand dismissively at the two of them. "It is a perfectly safe plan. We push Zippo out on the ice with a stick, immediately begin running the other way."

Findrago shakes his head. "I can already see him swearing about the demon fish being resistant to science."

Azog is about to reply to Vuk, but finally relents. "That may be effective."

Vuk snickers quietly and adjusts his monocole. "Yes, I have to admit he would. Then again, with how things seem to go when ever Zippo is involved, there's probably a true demon fish."

Findrago stares wistfully at the bottom of his glass. "Hrm. Empty. And yes, he most likely would. But I have full confidence in his ability to try and incinerate it regardless."

Azog says sincerely, "If there is a demon fish, then I am willing to fight it. I have fought underwater before. It is difficult, but with the right magic, it may be done. It may be better to fight it on land, though." Fiendish dire sharks? "Hrm. What if it is resistant to fire?"

Vuk coughs a bit when Azog mentions it being resistant to fire. "Zippo will just yell science and try it again." he suggests.

Findrago points to Vuk. "Exactly. Eventually, I believe he'd actually get it right."

Azog thinks about this. "Yes, but doing it again isn't aways effective. Sometimes it is."

Vuk shakes his head a bit at them both. "Well, this requires an experiment. Shall we find a demon fish to see how Zippo handles it?"

Findrago chuckles. "Not quite sure there's a shop around that just sells such things. 'Why yes, I'd like a loaf of bread, three apples, and oh yes, that demon fish over there looks quite nice.'"

Azog says to Vuk, "If there is such a thing, I am willing to fight it, myself. But ..." he pauses, eyes Findrago. "Perhaps this is what they put in the chili?"

Vuk isn't going to comment on finding one, because some how, Sandy tying him to a rope and dunking him into dire shark infested water comes to mind. "I'll make a note to ask Mikilos!" As for the Chilli he shrugs a bit. "Fish isn't what you use for chilli..dire boar.."

Findrago seems to be getting more and more perturbed that Aunt Esmeralda may have actually poisoned Uncle Pietro with demon-fish infused chili. "Right, you use boar, sometimes beef. Fish chili? Maybe only if you have no access to boars or cows and live in a fishing village. And are starving."

Azog shakes his head to Vuk and Finidrago. "In this city, they'll put anything in chili. Fiendish dire shark is probably too tame for them here. I am sure they use horrible things never meant to be eaten." Though jalapenos would be in that category, if Azog knew what they were.

Vuk shakes his head, he's with Findrago on this one. "Fish don't go in chili, they go into chowders, along with lovely niblets of corn, and cream. Oh, and butter." Vuk probably dumps bacon cracklings in too if he had a say.

Findrago's stomach growls. "All this talk of food is making me hungry for something that isn't chili," he says, glancing down at his offending gut. "Ooh. Venison is actually quite nice in it, though. Especially the lean kind." He looks to Vuk. "In chili, not chowder. Venison chowder sounds weird."

Azog seems to think anything awful is appropriate for chili. "We shall see. If I hear of a demon shark, I will let everyone know, and we will kill it, and see how much pain it can cause." He seems to think that is the main point of chili. He had a bad experience with his first Alexandrian chili. "Though, I should go now and be about my tasks."

Vuk will doff his hat at the two of them, he suspects he should make him self scarce before he ends up in a maze and falling out of the ceiling. See, Sandy sense is tingling, she's some where in the city. "Well! Let us hope we get a good spot of hunting on a dire shark then! We'll make it into a grand chowder and compare it with Venison Chilli!"

Findrago stands up and tosses a few copper onto the table. "I look forward to it, gentlemen. Until then," he says, sweeping into a bow, then waving and heading out the door.

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|August 22th, 2013
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|August 24th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Duty of Shadows]]
|[[Tatyannah]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Laoise]], [[Schneider]], [[Solace]]
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|August 28th, 2013
|[[Munch's Workshop]]
|[[Solace]], [[Munch]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]]
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|September 10th, 2013
|[[PrP: General Bloodeyes Appears]]
|[[Ferawyn]], [[Mikilos]], [[Oates]], [[Nadara]], [[Arik]]
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|September 16th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Wild Hunt]]
|[[Jibbom]], [[Jareth]], [[Oates]], [[Teppus]], [[Munch]]
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|September 17th, 2013
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|[[Arik]], [[Kira]], [[Mikilos]], [[Valadhiel]], [[Zaxx]], [[Kravar]], [[Kranya]]
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|September 23rd, 2013
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|[[Jibbom]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]]
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|September 24th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Galena Lode - Part 1]]
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|September 26th, 2013
|[[Meat Market]]
|[[Jame]], [[Mikilos]], [[Garak]], [[Boshter]], [[Ol' Mags]], [[Constantin]]
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|September 29th, 2013
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|[[Dinala]], [[Boshter]], [[Schneider]], [[Mikilos]]
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|October 12th, 2013
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|October 12th, 2013
|[[Gunpowder Whisky]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Mikilos]]
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|October 14th, 2013
|[[Dire Consequences]]
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|October 16th, 2013
|[[Hanging Out]]
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|October 19th, 2013
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|October 25th, 2013
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|October 27th, 2013
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|November 14th, 2013
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|November 15th, 2013
|[[Rubble]]
|[[Munch]], [[Svarshan]], [[Sandy]], [[Garak]]
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|November 16, 2013
|[[Redemption]]
|[[Fishbelly]], [[Kira]], [[Kiroth]], [[Mel]]
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|November 22nd, 2013
|[[Apple Pie]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Elycia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Bennet]], [[Benthus]]
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|November 24, 2013
|[[End of the Queen]]
|Lots
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|November 25th, 2013
|[[Clean up]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Cesran]], [[Verna]], [[Mikilos]], [[Benthus]]
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|November 27th, 2013
|[[Market Recovery]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Arngrim]], [[Myrana]], [[Rhodes]], [[Argos]], [[Benthus]], [[Verna]]
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|December 3, 2013
|[[Bureaucracy]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Renfrey]], [[Mikilos]]
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|December 6, 2013
|[[PRP: Mine over Matter]]
|[[Corra]], [[Duncan]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Takiyah]], [[Zippo]]
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|December 7th, 2013
|[[Circle Sweat]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Vuk]], [[Kiroth]]
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|December 8, 2013
|[[PRP: Freezing Caravan Duty]]
|[[Zaxx]], [[Bennet]], [[Kiroth]], [[Benthus]]
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|December 9, 2013
|[[PRP: Strange Sightings]]
|[[Oates]], [[Kravar]], [[Tak]], [[Aurala]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Cesran]]
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|December 9th, 2013
|[[Board Plaza]]
|[[Selia]], [[Kiroth]], [[Benthus]]
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|Decembter 10th, 2013
|[[PRP: Ants!]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Takiyah]], [[Kirranelion]]
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|December 11th, 2013
|[[PRP: The Retrieval Job]]
|[[Abrahil]], [[Jibbom]], [[Halani]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Teppus]]
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|December 16th, 2013
|[[PRP: Escapee]]
|[[Vuk]], [[Rhar]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Kiroth]], [[Larron]], [[Renfrey]]
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|December 17th, 2013
|[[Time in the Tavern]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Vuk]], [[Mikilos]], [[Kiroth]], [[Larron]], [[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]]
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|December 19th, 2013
|[[Jessa's Lions]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Jessa]]
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|December 21st, 2013
|[[PRP: Finding some Dirty Rats]]
|[[Vuk]], [[Bennet]], [[Kade]], [[Zippo]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]], [[Takiyah]]
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|December 23rd, 2013
|[[Cleaning Up]]
|[[Vuk]], [[Zaxx]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Corra]], [[Larron]], [[Takiyah]], [[Zippo]]
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|December 19th & 26th, 2013
|[[PRP: Storming the Monastery]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Teppus]], [[Tak]], [[Kravar]], [[Aurala]], [[Jibbom]]
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|January 1st, 2014
|[[Nobel Snow]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Renfrey]], [[Mikilos]]
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|January 5th, 2014
|[[Stone Carving]]
|[[Munch]], [[Fazahd]], [[Azog]], [[Cesran]], [[Elycia]], [[Aurala]], [[Findrago]]
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|January 5th, 2014
|[[House Punching]]
|[[Selia]], [[Boshter]], [[Fazahd]], [[Whysper]], [[Renfrey]]
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|January 6th, 2014
|[[Chest Opening]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Oates]], [[Vennan]], [[Elessa]], [[Zalara]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Findrago]], [[Renfrey]], [[Dragomir]], [[Selia]], [[Aenyn]]
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|January 12, 2014
|[[Forward to the Past]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Jareth]], [[Svarshan]], [[Karelin]]
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|January 13, 2014
|[[Bump in the Night]]
|[[Findrago]], [[Stirling]], [[Conjan]], [[Verna]]
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|January 17, 2014
|[[Trouble at the Farm]]
|[[Caris]], [[Kilian]], [[Rayne]], [[Rhodes]],[[Vuk]]
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|January 18, 2014
|[[Hugging, Chili, and Demon Fish]]
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Bump in the Night

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There has been a house down in the Lower District that hasn't had the best of reputations. It's always been gloomy, mostly empty, only strange people live there, and it's always been like that, for as long as urban legends have been circling around the city. In recent months though, a family has moved in and tried to liven the place up. New paint, new curtains, airing it out to make it not so frightening to people. However, it seems the history of the house is coming back to bother the current residents.

"We don't know what is going on," the wife cries while in her sitting room. "I swear, I put something in one location, I come back a moment later and it's either across the room, on the floor, or in another part of the house completely. I am at my wit's ends." The husband is next to her, comforting her the best he can, but he looks a bit frazzled himself.

Findrago rubs his chin, pacing back and forth as he listens to the tale. "Do you have any children?" he asks, his voice making it clear he's being serious. "Some pranksters, perhaps? Have you run afoul of the church of Tarien? Any of these could be perfectly reasonable explanations for this." He stops, and smiles slightly. "Then, of course, there are the /unreasonable/ explanations..."

The broad Hobgoblin called Stirling chews the end of a cigar in contemplation "Sounds like an infestion of Dragonier anti-weasels." he comments quite seriously. "However I believe with research and care we may affect a purge."

"There is just our boy," the husband answers the question. "He's about eight, and he's currently upstairs playing. He's rather quiet like that. And pranksters would mean someone sneaking into our house!" He somewhat pales at the thought of that, or the church of Tarien. "And no, nothing about the church. I've seen things sir, things floating about that shouldn't be. I had a pillow thrown at the back of my head once. Next time it was a book, that I saw and managed to dodge."

Findrago whistles appreciatively. "Nice reflexes," he comments. "Has your son noticed any of this? Does it frighten the young man?"

Stirling hrms "Are there any signs of the previous owners by chance?" the broad Hob asks. "Perhaps this is a simple haunting."

Conjan has arrived.

"This is the--ahem, ahem." A khazad enters the house, checking a piece of paper as he does so. He's dressed in crisp, clean robes of an impractical sort. They're 1. White, and 2. Have been ironed. His beard is braided in a numeric set of flat plaits, with a series of decorative, flat discs set to them. "Did I--hem, hem. I am sorry I'm late," he says then.

"We don't know," the wife, "as my husband said, he is rather quiet. If he has seen anything, he hasn't told us. Oh... and there's the laughter, oh the laughter upstairs. It's like children playing, but... twisted, darker."

"The previous owners?" the husband asked. "No, this house was in the charge of the city when we bought it. No evidence of the owners that we found."

Findrago nods a greeting to Conjan, then arches an eyebrow at the wife's comments. "Laughter?" he asks, his interest definitely piqued, as he unconsciously makes a warding sign with his fingers. "That sounds... not that promising, I'll be honest."

Stirling nods, adjusts the seals on his gauntlets "Well why don't we go speak with the child first and examine the house."

The khazad reaches up to scratch his beard. He refers to his notes again for a moment. "You...yes. Yes, the notice said you'd heard..." Then their words strike, and he mumbles through his beard, "...children...I...and your son doesn't. Know anything. Or at least hasn't said." He looks over the paper again, then abruptly holds out his hand to Findrago, then Stirling. "Conjan. Of the...Serenity of Stone."

The father nods, "I will go get him for you. He's just upstairs in his room." He squeezes his wife shoulder and gets up, leaving to go fetch the boy.

Findrago shakes Conjan's hand. "Findrago Garibaldi, and it is a pleasure. Would that we met under better circumstances." He turns to the wife and pats her comfortingly on the shoulder. "Do not fret, my lady. We will do all we can to aid you and your family."

Stirling grunts a greeting but doesn't take the hand, considering his are clad in massive gauntlets. "Stirling Ironheal." he replies with a nod instead.

He returns a few moments later with said boy. He is small, still growing, gangly thing that looks like is father. "Hello," he gives as a quiet greeting to the three men that are there.

Abrupt nod, then an eyeing of Stirling's tusks. "A good name," the khazad says. He sounds as stiff as a wooden board. The way he then turns and nods to the young boy could elicit creaking sounds. "Hello, young sir."

Findrago sweeps into a bow. "Good day, good sir!" he says jovially. "Your parents were kind enough to invite us here to look into... something." He gets down on a knee, to better be at eye level with the child. "Have you noticed any strangeness around here, not of your own making of course?" he adds with a wink.

Stirling allows Findrago to do the talking, instead inspecting what parts of the house he can see. Not breaking anything but even so those massive steel and silver gauntlets illicit some worry.

The boy shakes his head, "No, not really. I just play in my room and in the attic with my friends."

"Honey? What friends?" his mother asks.

Verna has arrived.

Findrago smiles at the mother reassuringly, then looks back to the boy. "And do these friends live around here, young man?" he asks. "You know, you should ask your parents if you can have friends over. It's only polite." The gypsy waggles a finger at him mock-scoldingly.

"Show us." is all Stirling says in his deep rough voice, teeth clenched around the thick cigar.
Conjan frowns, then clenches his hand in his beard. "I...yes," he says underneath his breath. He stands there then, stiffly, and in his ridiculous clothes.

"They live upstairs in the attic. They live here too, so I figured I didn't ask to have friends come over if they're already here..." He looks up at Findrago, eyes wide, looking rather scared.

Verna did not yet have any questions that were not asked. So she has remained quiet and simply observed. It is almost as if she was not present.

Conjan tugs at his beard again. "That's...logical," he says, attempting to assuage the boy's fears. Except he's terrible at it. His response sounds as emotional as a war golem's.

Findrago smiles gently at the boy. "Well, let's just go and meet your..." he starts, then stops suddenly as his eyes stray from the child. "LOOK OUT!" he yells, diving forward toward Stirling and trying to pull him to the ground.

Stirling busies himself checking out the furniture when he is leveled by Findrago's form. Its like combat training back in Char and his instincts kick in. "Point me at them!" he yells as he is taken down, assuming there are foes.

Verna was studying a minor flaw in the recent paint application. Suddenly, there is yelling and tackling. She blinks and quickly pans her hood towards the commotion. "Look out for what?" Some detail would make the warning more efficient.

"HUP!" Conjan's fists come up--except his eyes are squinting and he's staring at nothing. It's Stone Balanced On Mountain, Form Number 354, in perfect execution! ...and likely, completely useless, and likely just scaring the tarnation of parents and child.

The candlestick is still floating there, from where Findrago spotted it, and then it flung itself over to Verna, attempting to strike at her.

The woman screams and runs from the room, the husband after her. The boy shouts. "Don't hurt them!!!" He then ran for the stairs as more things start to float up and fly about the room.

Items continue to fly everywhere, some smacking into various ones. A candlestick hits Verna hard on the shin, a book smacks Findrago in the shoulder, and another gets Stirling in the head.

Stirling stands and lightning cracks from the coil on Stirling's back as plates deploy from his breastplate and gauntlets. A blue light surges down the cables connected to his gauntlets and his fists surge forth, books flying away from his chrome plated wrath.

Findrago stands up from tackling Stirling, only to be met by a book to the head. "What in the Nine Hells..." he breathes, then draws his rapier to defend himself from... whatever it is he's defending himself from. He deftly dodges another book, then spins and skewers the volume with his blade, pinning it to the wall.

The khazad ducks underneath the flying books. They beat him about the head and he tucks his head, thundering on. He runs, you know. Like a khazad. Which is to say he stumps. Somehow though, between the stumping and the swatting, he makes it into the kitchen. All the other room hears is a triumphant, "AHAA!" ...but that just means he found the flour.

"Ow!" Verna is not tall, but not so short that she can duck under an attack to her shin. When she now realizes that bric-a-brac and, worse, books are fluttering about, she focuses her attention and will upon noting the threads of magic in the area. Perhaps it is merely some enchantment or other effect.

As the items continue to fly about, one of the pictures come off and smacks Conjan in the hand, the one holding onto the flour, but not enough to make him lose grip of it.

Stirling sweeps a candlestick away with his right chrome plated paw and smashes at another with his left, catching nothing but air. Steam spews in surges from vents in his gauntlets as the power couplings surge with power. "Brass balls what is this thing causing this?!"

Findrago maintains his grip on his rapier, ensuring that the one book he stabbed isn't going anywhere. "Stop this madness!" he calls, looking around as if trying to spy whatever was, well, causing the madness. "You're frightening the residents of this fine house - if only you can stop long enough to..." His plea is cut off, however, as another (heavier) book whizzes past his head and slams into the wall.

"I have it! I--" the khazad stumbles into the room, a sack of flour underneath one arm. There's a heaving, then drawing in of air from the flour sack--and then the force of the stumble sends a cloud of it into the air. Where it lands on nothing particularly interesting. Embarrassed, the khazad stands there and clears his throat a few times.

Stirling hrmps to himself and tries a new approach, unslinging the riffle-like object he raises it to his shoulder like a rifle. However there are no bullets, instead tendrils of lightning arc from the end and across the empty space of the room.

Flying objects, missing everyone though. There was one thing that appeared, it was skeletal, it looked like a ghost, as a human. It then disappeared a matter of moments after it appeared.

Findrago glances over just in time to see a spectral figure vanish from sight. "Over there!" he yells, then lunges toward the space where the thing just was. Alas, the book is still firmly lodged on the point of his sword, and it just *thuds* uselessly into the wall.

Conjan follows Findrago's gesture. He tosses flour into the air, but nothing shows. Except a lot of white. "..." He looks frustrated, then. "I think," he says, wiping some of it from his face. "That this house is haunted."

All his attacks have been useless against this threat, what can he do against such a threat? Fear grips Stirling and he makes for the door, getting as far away as possible.

Findrago kicks the book off his sword with his boot, then brings the blade up again in an upward slash. His concentration is broken, however, by Stirling suddenly making a break for the exits, and his sword once again finds nothing but air. "Come back!" he calls. "Wait! Come back! We've got them right where they want us!"

The khazad flings the flour across the floor. And then again. He moves methodically from place to place, dusting the floor (and the poor woman's furniture). "Come out, come out...young sir! We seem to have a problem down here! I'm--oh, damnation!" He'd nearly tripped over the chair. And there's probably going to be another book flying at his face. Soon.

Verna frowns as her initial assumption proves false. Now that one is partially visible, she studies it for a moment. "I do not believe it is a spirit." To that end, she pulls a crossbow from her cloak. A bolt is loosed at it, but only embeds itself in a book on the book case. She sighs. More abuse of recorded knowledge.

Stirling stops in the doorway, deathray still held in his hands. "No... I will not be afraid!" he tells himself and turns with the ray at his shoulder, lightning arcs across the space to his the creature.

Findrago is flailing near-blindly now, taking mighty swipes at anything that looks like a vague flour outline. "Someone, get the boy!" he yells, coughing up flour dust. "They seem to like him!"

"Excuse me. Excuse--" and then the khazad moves in for the arm lock. He grasps--well, he grasps something. Flour flies at him as he grabs hold of whatever-it-is and locks it down. But you may as well try to move a mountain as move a khazad.

Stirling really wants to punch these things, to fight them toe to toe instead of just shooting them. He steps up to help his fellow Arvek with his opponent. However his gauntleted hand simply passes through where an enemy should have been standing.

Findrago ducks another flying book, and bolts for the door. "I'll be back!" he calls to his comrades as he dashes through the house to where the parent are. "You must think," he says, gasping for air and covered in flour, possibly somewhat resembling a madman. "Anything about this house. Anything that happened here. You said the city had this house before you moved in... why? You /must/ think, for your child's playmates are indeed malevolent. THINK!"

When it vanishes from his grip, he... Conjan staggers back. Even stone can be shocked. He stares at where-it-had-been for the barest moment, then turns and jogs up the stairwell. "Boy? Boy! Are you okay?"

Verna remains unconvinced that they are malevolent spirits, but yet they are unseen, and there was no sign of magic. Something must be done, and preferably something more constructive than running off into the night. As there are no risks, she performs a simple test of cause and effect in attempt to confirm or deny their nature. Calling upon her knowledge of the negative plane and undead, she releases a burst of carefully-tuned quasi-negative energy.

Stirling looks at his empty hands and shrugs, time to stick to what works. He raises his ray to his shoulder and fires again, lightning traveling across the empty space to strike another phantasm.

The parents are huddled in the corner of another room in the house, the husband holding his wife, her screaming into his shoulder. He shook his head. "There wasn't much. Old house, old family. Died out, house sold to various people, but some never seemed to stay long. Would sell it to the city who would sell it in turn. There isn't much else."

Findrago spins away for the parents, frustrated. His arm lashes out, two fingers pointing toward the spectral sort-of-shapes as a few arcane syllables escape his lips. "Time to leave," he hisses under his breath. "You've done your damage here, time to move on. There's a lovely abandoned mansion up on the hill, just screaming for new residents. It's /perfect/ for you."

His deathray seems to be effective so Stirling keeps on shooting. Lightning continues to arc across the room to his targets.

As Findrago's messages reaches the two poltergiests, most of the items stop flying around. The other take another moment or so before they stop as well. There is no action for a bit, the items just hovering there in midair for a moment or two. The only evidence of change is that all the items drop from where they are. There are suddenly three tracks that went past Stirling, which he felt a gust of wind as it seems the three spirits seem to take Findrago's offer as they leave the premises.

Stirling slings the deathray back over his shoulder and looks back at the others "Did... that just happen?" he says rather puzzled. "It seems... they left?"

Findrago blinks. Twice. Really hard. After a moment, though, he regains his composure. "But of course they did," he said, puffing out his chest slightly. "As my dear Uncle Pietro once told me - gods take his worthy soul - there's always a better deal. With all due respect to the wonderful owners of this house, I just informed them that they've earned an upgrade."

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* [[Oates|Jack Oates]]
* [[Ormarr]]

==P==
* [[Phanuel]]

==Q==
*[[Quint]]

==R==
* [[Remethaer]]
* [[Rhodes]]
* [[Roka]]
* [[Roland]]
* [[Rogun]]
* [[Rayne]]

==S==
* [[Lady Sandiel]]
* [[Sebropert]]
* [[Selia]]
* [[Hailee Serene Tigriil]]
* [[Sharna]]
* [[Shyntae]]
* [[Lady Sienna Meribeth McBane]]
* [[Solace]]
* [[Sophia Lightbringer]]
* [[Spike]]
* [[Ssylrath]]
* [[Shard]]
[[Category:Admin]]

==T==
* [[Tak]]
* [[Thaim]]
* [[Thistle]]
* [[Thyrson]]

==U==
* [[Uisge]]
* [[Ulharilti Wiivai]]

==V==
* [[Vekson]]
* [[Vennan|Vennan Hartose]]
* [[Vidarr|Vidarr Halvdran]]
* [[Vuk]]

==W==

==X==

==Y==
* [[Younger, Bruce The|Bruce the Younger]]
* [[Yerathiel]]

==Z==
* [[Zaxx]]

Recent Logs

2014-01-14T07:35:39Z

Findrago:

[[Category:Logs]]
Roleplay is central to Tenebrae, and consists of a mix of scenes, grid, and PrPs. Here you may read some of the logs our players have posted, or wanted to share. This page may also be used to post logs for PrPs, to share an item for staff review, or to tell players about a great scene. Remember too, if you're RPing in a public area, a log may end up on this site. Most recent logs are at the '''bottom.'''

==How to Post a Log==
{{TableMain}}
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{{T02}}
|I Need Help With...
|Look Here
|-
|Posting a log
|[[How to Post a Log]]
|-
|Wiki formatting
|[[Super Simple Log Posting]], [[Help:Editing#Formatting|Wiki Help]]
|-
|Finding a PrP template
|[[PrP Template]]
|-
|Finding what goes in a PrP log
|[[Player_Run_Plots#Sending_in_a_Finished_PrP|Submitting PrPs]]
|-
|Finding logs from the old website
|[http://emblemofea.pbworks.com/w/page/12036798/Game-Logs The Old Site]
|}

==Our Logs==
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 22th, 2013
|[[PrP: Goblintown Sewers]]
|[[Thora]], [[Albain]], [[Elessa]], [[Randek]], [[Gwendolyn]]
|-
|August 24th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Duty of Shadows]]
|[[Tatyannah]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Laoise]], [[Schneider]], [[Solace]]
|-
|August 28th, 2013
|[[Munch's Workshop]]
|[[Solace]], [[Munch]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|September 10th, 2013
|[[PrP: General Bloodeyes Appears]]
|[[Ferawyn]], [[Mikilos]], [[Oates]], [[Nadara]], [[Arik]]
|-
|September 16th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Wild Hunt]]
|[[Jibbom]], [[Jareth]], [[Oates]], [[Teppus]], [[Munch]]
|-
|September 17th, 2013
|[[Wild Inn]]
|[[Arik]], [[Kira]], [[Mikilos]], [[Valadhiel]], [[Zaxx]], [[Kravar]], [[Kranya]]
|-
|September 23rd, 2013
|[[Steel Festival]]
|[[Jibbom]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]]
|-
|September 24th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Galena Lode - Part 1]]
|[[Jensine]], [[Jonan]], [[Mel]], [[Zippo]]
|-
|September 26th, 2013
|[[Meat Market]]
|[[Jame]], [[Mikilos]], [[Garak]], [[Boshter]], [[Ol' Mags]], [[Constantin]]
|-
|September 29th, 2013
|[[Lizard Lunch at the Ox]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Mel]], [[Zalara]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]]
|-
|October 11th, 2013
|[[Feegot]]
|[[Dinala]], [[Boshter]], [[Schneider]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|October 12th, 2013
|[[Rescue Party]]
|[[Benthus]], [[Eligar]], [[Schneider]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]]
|-
|October 12th, 2013
|[[Gunpowder Whisky]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|October 14th, 2013
|[[Dire Consequences]]
|[[Benthus]], [[Garak]], [[Jame]], [[Kiroth]], [[Styrner]]
|-
|October 16th, 2013
|[[Hanging Out]]
|[[Boshter]], [[Mikilos]], [[Alexander]], [[Jibbom]], [[Elessa]], [[Jessa]], [[Kiroth]], [[Sonja]]
|-
|October 19th, 2013
|[[Bennet's Arrival]]
|[[Bennet]], [[Kerbasy]]
|-
|October 25th, 2013
|[[Way Down in the Hole]]
|[[Munch]], [[Fishbelly]], [[Kravar]], [[Elessa]], [[Kojot]]
|-
|October 25th, 2013
|[[Race]]
|[[Azog]], [[Boshter]], [[Munch]], [[Renfrey]]
|-
|October 27th, 2013
|[[Day After]]
|[[Munch]], [[Benthus]], [[Vennan]], [[Jessa]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|November 14th, 2013
|[[Pies]]
|[[Bennet]], [[Svarshan]], [[Renfrey]], [[Sandy]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|November 15th, 2013
|[[Rubble]]
|[[Munch]], [[Svarshan]], [[Sandy]], [[Garak]]
|-
|November 16, 2013
|[[Redemption]]
|[[Fishbelly]], [[Kira]], [[Kiroth]], [[Mel]]
|-
|November 22nd, 2013
|[[Apple Pie]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Elycia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Bennet]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|November 24, 2013
|[[End of the Queen]]
|Lots
|-
|November 25th, 2013
|[[Clean up]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Cesran]], [[Verna]], [[Mikilos]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|November 27th, 2013
|[[Market Recovery]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Arngrim]], [[Myrana]], [[Rhodes]], [[Argos]], [[Benthus]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 3, 2013
|[[Bureaucracy]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Renfrey]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|December 6, 2013
|[[PRP: Mine over Matter]]
|[[Corra]], [[Duncan]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Takiyah]], [[Zippo]]
|-
|December 7th, 2013
|[[Circle Sweat]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Vuk]], [[Kiroth]]
|-
|December 8, 2013
|[[PRP: Freezing Caravan Duty]]
|[[Zaxx]], [[Bennet]], [[Kiroth]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|December 9, 2013
|[[PRP: Strange Sightings]]
|[[Oates]], [[Kravar]], [[Tak]], [[Aurala]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|December 9th, 2013
|[[Board Plaza]]
|[[Selia]], [[Kiroth]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|Decembter 10th, 2013
|[[PRP: Ants!]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Takiyah]], [[Kirranelion]]
|-
|December 11th, 2013
|[[PRP: The Retrieval Job]]
|[[Abrahil]], [[Jibbom]], [[Halani]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Teppus]]
|-
|December 16th, 2013
|[[PRP: Escapee]]
|[[Vuk]], [[Rhar]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Kiroth]], [[Larron]], [[Renfrey]]
|-
|December 17th, 2013
|[[Time in the Tavern]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Vuk]], [[Mikilos]], [[Kiroth]], [[Larron]], [[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|December 19th, 2013
|[[Jessa's Lions]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Jessa]]
|-
|December 21st, 2013
|[[PRP: Finding some Dirty Rats]]
|[[Vuk]], [[Bennet]], [[Kade]], [[Zippo]], [[Ulharilti Wiivai]], [[Takiyah]]
|-
|December 23rd, 2013
|[[Cleaning Up]]
|[[Vuk]], [[Zaxx]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Corra]], [[Larron]], [[Takiyah]], [[Zippo]]
|-
|December 19th & 26th, 2013
|[[PRP: Storming the Monastery]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Teppus]], [[Tak]], [[Kravar]], [[Aurala]], [[Jibbom]]
|-
|January 1st, 2014
|[[Nobel Snow]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Renfrey]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 5th, 2014
|[[Stone Carving]]
|[[Munch]], [[Fazahd]], [[Azog]], [[Cesran]], [[Elycia]], [[Aurala]], [[Findrago]]
|-
|January 5th, 2014
|[[House Punching]]
|[[Selia]], [[Boshter]], [[Fazahd]], [[Whysper]], [[Renfrey]]
|-
|January 6th, 2014
|[[Chest Opening]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Oates]], [[Vennan]], [[Elessa]], [[Zalara]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Findrago Garibaldi]], [[Renfrey]], [[Dragomir]], [[Selia]], [[Aenyn]]
|-
|January 12, 2014
|[[Forward to the Past]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Jareth]], [[Svarshan]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|January 13, 2014
|[[Bump in the Night]]
|[[Findrago]], [[Stirling]], [[Conjan]], [[Verna]]
|}

Character Pages

2014-01-14T07:33:25Z

Findrago:

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|I'd Like Help On...
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|Logging in so I can edit the wiki
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| [[How to Make a Character Page]]
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| @set me=URL:Your URL Goes Here
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| There are a number of community members who do commissions. You might page: '''[http://jnrajh.tumblr.com/ Myrana]''', '''[http://skiriki.deviantart.com/ Lolth]''', or '''[http://mikewinn.deviantart.com/ Maelstrom]''' ingame. Lash also does sketches, and has done some of the great art on our deity pages! You can see examples of their work on different character pages, below. Active members may page Lahar or leave an @mail to be added to this list.
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{{CompactTOC}}

[[Category:Player]]

==A==
* [[Abrahil]]
* [[Aenyn]]
* [[Aegremar]]
* [[Agril]]
* [[Albain de Corveaux]]
* [[Alteri]]
* [[Amara]]
* [[Amira|Amir'a al'Jarim]]
* [[Arafel Gemlord]]
* [[Arik]]
* [[Azog]]

==B==
* [[Bashkim|Bashkim Sylaj]]
* [[Boshter]]
* [[Brolin]]

==C==
* [[Cinnamon]]
* [[Cesran]]
* [[Colrick Voss]]
* [[Conjan]]
* [[Constantin]]
* [[Craft]]

==D==
* [[Darshan]]
* [[Donk]]
* [[Drok'thar]]

==E==
* [[Edgard|Sir Edgard de Lecadre]]
* [[Edmee|Edmee Sulwen]]
* [[Elessa]]
* [[Eliathitae]]
* [[Emir|Emir Zalaahd]]

==F==
* [[Faiza]]
* [[Findrago Garibaldi]]
* [[Fiona]]
* [[Folkmar]]

==G==
* [[Garak]]
* [[Garrin]]

==H==
* [[Harric]]

==I==
* [[Ionus]]
* [[Ishmael]]

==J==
* [[Jareth]]
* [[Jensine]]
* [[Jessa]]
* [[Jibbom]]
* [[Jinks]]

==K==
* [[Kade Harlow]]
* [[Kaedin]]
* [[Kaiella]]
* [[Kail]]
* [[Kaliara|Kaliara Sein]]
* [[Karelin Andarin]]
* [[Kerbasi]]
* [[Koszhey Urvald Malinovyi]]
* [[Kravar]]
* [[Kyra Smith]]
* [[Kilian]]

==L==
* [[Larron]]
* [[Lash]]
* [[Leisel]]
* [[Lithuin]]

==M==
* [[Mab]]
* [[Maerkkus]]
* [[Marley]]
* [[Matthias Haelker]]
* [[Mikilos]]
* [[Millicent]]
* [[Munch]]
* [[Myrana Jn'Rajh]]

==N==
* [[Nadara]]

==O==
* [[Oates|Jack Oates]]
* [[Ormarr]]

==P==
* [[Phanuel]]

==Q==
*[[Quint]]

==R==
* [[Remethaer]]
* [[Rhodes]]
* [[Roka]]
* [[Roland]]
* [[Rogun]]
* [[Rayne]]

==S==
* [[Lady Sandiel]]
* [[Sebropert]]
* [[Selia]]
* [[Hailee Serene Tigriil]]
* [[Sharna]]
* [[Shyntae]]
* [[Lady Sienna Meribeth McBane]]
* [[Solace]]
* [[Sophia Lightbringer]]
* [[Spike]]
* [[Ssylrath]]
* [[Shard]]
[[Category:Admin]]

==T==
* [[Tak]]
* [[Thaim]]
* [[Thistle]]
* [[Thyrson]]

==U==
* [[Uisge]]
* [[Ulharilti Wiivai]]

==V==
* [[Vekson]]
* [[Vennan|Vennan Hartose]]
* [[Vidarr|Vidarr Halvdran]]
* [[Vuk]]

==W==

==X==

==Y==
* [[Younger, Bruce The|Bruce the Younger]]
* [[Yerathiel]]

==Z==
* [[Zaxx]]

Character Pages

2014-01-14T07:31:57Z

Findrago:

Recent Logs

2014-01-14T07:31:08Z

Findrago:

Findrago Garibaldi

2014-01-11T17:16:00Z

Findrago:

[[File:Findrago.jpg|right|thumb]]

==Appearance==

Findrago Garibaldi is a young Tsuran male, and he looks every bit the part. His skin is tanned and weather-worn, evidence of many days on the open road, and his twinkling grey eyes and wide grin hint at mischief. A mop of relatively unkempt black air sits atop his head, yet a moustache and a thin black beard that frames his jawline are far more meticulously groomed. He stands just shy of six feet in height, and his build is lean, like one who has made a practice of running from the authorities.

His normal attire consists of a pair of black leggings and boots and a white shirt, topped with a black leather vest. Red sleeves are attached to this vest, lending a bit of color to an otherwise monochrome outfit, and no small number of gold chains around his neck and rings on his fingers finish the ensemble. The hilt of a dagger sticks out of the top of his left boot, and a finely made rapier dangles from his belt.

==Character History==

Findrago Garibaldi hails from the Gaibaldi gypsy family, a Tsuran tribe of nomads who make their way from one town to another, performing odd jobs or entertaining the locals for a period of time ranging from weeks to months, then move on once they outstay their welcome. As the youngest of three Garibaldi children, Findrago's job was simple - be cute, be charming, and do what he could to help the family get what they needed. He spent years honing his art, learning to tell bald-faced lies to authority figures or spinning fantastic yarns about that time Uncle Pietro - gods rest his soul - was nearly eaten by a dragon /and/ an owlbear on the same day.

When he was older, Findrago's pride was wounded by a series of unfortunate events in which his older siblings undermined his tales with their shortsightedness and got the lot thrown in jail. Once they were released, Findrago decided he would work best as a solo act, no longer needing to rely on his other family members to ply his trade (or, in his eyes, mess it up). He set off on his own, continuing to use his con act to gain favors and lodging from townsfolk while staying one step ahead of the local authorities.

==RP Hooks==

As the saying goes, Findrago is a lover, not a fighter. He's primarily a social character, and actually has proven himself to be a liability in a fight on more than one occasion. He really shines, though, when he's at the center of attention and trying to win people over... either through stories, diplomacy, or convincing them that the sky is actually a lovely shade of paisley.

[[Category:Player]]

Findrago Garibaldi

2014-01-11T06:10:38Z

Findrago:

[[File:Findrago.jpg|right|thumb]]

==Appearance==

Findrago Garibaldi is a young Tsuran male, and he looks every bit the part. His skin is tanned and weather-worn, evidence of many days on the open road, and his twinkling grey eyes and wide grin hint at mischief. A mop of relatively unkempt black air sits atop his head, yet a moustache and a thin black beard that frames his jawline are far more meticulously groomed. The man stands barely six feet in height, and his lean build is covered in some of the most garish fashions possible - a pale red shirt is topped by a deep purple vest, with a blue sash tied around his waist for good measure. No small number of gold chains around his neck and rings on his fingers finish the ensemble.

==Character History==

Findrago Garibaldi hails from the Gaibaldi gypsy family, a Tsuran tribe of nomads who make their way from one town to another, performing odd jobs or entertaining the locals for a period of time ranging from weeks to months, then move on once they outstay their welcome. As the youngest of three Garibaldi children, Findrago's job was simple - be cute, be charming, and do what he could to help the family get what they needed. He spent years honing his art, learning to tell bald-faced lies to authority figures or spinning fantastic yarns about that time Uncle Pietro - gods rest his soul - was nearly eaten by a dragon /and/ an owlbear on the same day.

When he was older, Findrago's pride was wounded by a series of unfortunate events in which his older siblings undermined his tales with their shortsightedness and got the lot thrown in jail. Once they were released, Findrago decided he would work best as a solo act, no longer needing to rely on his other family members to ply his trade (or, in his eyes, mess it up). He set off on his own, continuing to use his con act to gain favors and lodging from townsfolk while staying one step ahead of the local authorities.

==RP Hooks==

As the saying goes, Findrago is a lover, not a fighter. He's primarily a social character, and actually has proven himself to be a liability in a fight on more than one occasion. He really shines, though, when he's at the center of attention and trying to win people over... either through stories, diplomacy, or convincing them that the sky is actually a lovely shade of paisley.

[[Category:Player]]

Findrago Garibaldi

2014-01-11T06:06:28Z

Findrago: /* Appearance */

[[File:Findrago.jpg|right|thumb]]

==Appearance==
Findrago Garibaldi is a young Tsuran male, and he looks every bit the part. His skin is tanned and weather-worn, evidence of many days on the open road, and his twinkling grey eyes and wide grin hint at mischief. A mop of relatively unkempt black air sits atop his head, yet a moustache and a thin black beard that frames his jawline are far more meticulously groomed. The man stands barely six feet in height, and his lean build is covered in some of the most garish fashions possible - a pale red shirt is topped by a deep purple vest, with a blue sash tied around his waist for good measure. No small number of gold chains around his neck and rings on his fingers finish the ensemble.

==Character History==

Findrago Garibaldi hails from the Gaibaldi gypsy family, a Tsuran tribe of nomads who make their way from one town to another, performing odd jobs or entertaining the locals for a period of time ranging from weeks to months, then move on once they outstay their welcome. As the youngest of three Garibaldi children, Findrago's job was simple - be cute, be charming, and do what he could to help the family get what they needed. He spent years honing his art, learning to tell bald-faced lies to authority figures or spinning fantastic yarns about that time Uncle Pietro - gods rest his soul - was nearly eaten by a dragon /and/ an owlbear on the same day.

When he was older, Findrago's pride was wounded by a series of unfortunate events in which his older siblings undermined his tales with their shortsightedness and got the lot thrown in jail. Once they were released, Findrago decided he would work best as a solo act, no longer needing to rely on his other family members to ply his trade (or, in his eyes, mess it up). He set off on his own, continuing to use his con act to gain favors and lodging from townsfolk while staying one step ahead of the local authorities.

==RP Hooks==

As the saying goes, Findrago is a lover, not a fighter. He's primarily a social character, and actually has proven himself to be a liability in a fight on more than one occasion. He really shines, though, when he's at the center of attention and trying to win people over... either through stories, diplomacy, or convincing them that the sky is actually a lovely shade of paisley.

[[Category:Player]]

Findrago Garibaldi

2014-01-11T04:45:13Z

Findrago:

==Appearance==
[[File:Findrago.jpg|right|thumb]]
Findrago Garibaldi is a young Tsuran male, and he looks every bit the part. His skin is tanned and weather-worn, evidence of many days on the open road, and his twinkling grey eyes and wide grin hint at mischief. A mop of relatively unkempt black air sits atop his head, yet a moustache and a thin black beard that frames his jawline are far more meticulously groomed. The man stands barely six feet in height, and his lean build is covered in some of the most garish fashions possible - a pale red shirt is topped by a deep purple vest, with a blue sash tied around his waist for good measure. No small number of gold chains around his neck and rings on his fingers finish the ensemble.

==Character History==

Findrago Garibaldi hails from the Gaibaldi gypsy family, a Tsuran tribe of nomads who make their way from one town to another, performing odd jobs or entertaining the locals for a period of time ranging from weeks to months, then move on once they outstay their welcome. As the youngest of three Garibaldi children, Findrago's job was simple - be cute, be charming, and do what he could to help the family get what they needed. He spent years honing his art, learning to tell bald-faced lies to authority figures or spinning fantastic yarns about that time Uncle Pietro - gods rest his soul - was nearly eaten by a dragon /and/ an owlbear on the same day.

When he was older, Findrago's pride was wounded by a series of unfortunate events in which his older siblings undermined his tales with their shortsightedness and got the lot thrown in jail. Once they were released, Findrago decided he would work best as a solo act, no longer needing to rely on his other family members to ply his trade (or, in his eyes, mess it up). He set off on his own, continuing to use his con act to gain favors and lodging from townsfolk while staying one step ahead of the local authorities.

==RP Hooks==

As the saying goes, Findrago is a lover, not a fighter. He's primarily a social character, and actually has proven himself to be a liability in a fight on more than one occasion. He really shines, though, when he's at the center of attention and trying to win people over... either through stories, diplomacy, or convincing them that the sky is actually a lovely shade of paisley.

[[Category:Player]]

Findrago Garibaldi

2014-01-11T04:43:39Z

Findrago:

Findrago Garibaldi

2014-01-11T04:40:38Z

Findrago: /* Character History */

Findrago Garibaldi

2014-01-11T04:39:51Z

Findrago:

==Appearance==
[[File:Findrago.jpg|right|thumb]]
Findrago Garibaldi is a young Tsuran male, and he looks every bit the part. His skin is tanned and weather-worn, evidence of many days on the open road, and his twinkling grey eyes and wide grin hint at mischief. A mop of relatively unkempt black air sits atop his head, yet a moustache and a thin black beard that frames his jawline are far more meticulously groomed. The man stands barely six feet in height, and his lean build is covered in some of the most garish fashions possible - a pale red shirt is topped by a deep purple vest, with a blue sash tied around his waist for good measure. No small number of gold chains around his neck and rings on his fingers finish the ensemble.

==Character History==

Findrago Garibaldi hails from the Gaibaldi gypsy family, a Tsuran tribe of nomads who make their way from one town to another, performing odd jobs or entertaining the locals for a period of time ranging from weeks to months, then move on once they outstay their welcome. As the youngest of three Garibaldi children, Findrago's job was simple - be cute, be charming, and do what he could to help the family get what they needed. He spent years honing his art, learning to tell bald-faced lies to authority figures or spinning fantastic yarns about that time Uncle Pietro - gods rest his soul - was nearly eaten by a dragon /and/ an owlbear on the same day.

When he was older, Findrago' pride was wounded by a series of unfortunate events in which his older siblings undermined his tales with their shortsightedness and got the lot thrown in jail. Once they were released, Findrago decided he would work best as a solo act, no longer needing to rely on his other family members to ply his trade (or, in his eyes, mess it up). He set off on his own, continuing to use his con act to gain favors and lodging from townsfolk while staying one step ahead of the local authorities.

==RP Hooks==

In Progress.

[[Category:Player]]

Findrago Garibaldi

2014-01-11T03:15:28Z

Findrago:

==Appearance==
[[File:Findrago.jpg|right|thumb]
Findrago Garibaldi is a young Tsuran male, and he looks every bit the part. His skin is tanned and weather-worn, evidence of many days on the open road, and his twinkling grey eyes and wide grin hint at mischief. A mop of relatively unkempt black air sits atop his head, yet a moustache and a thin black beard that frames his jawline are far more meticulously groomed. The man stands barely six feet in height, and his lean build is covered in some of the most garish fashions possible - a pale red shirt is topped by a deep purple vest, with a blue sash tied around his waist for good measure. No small number of gold chains around his neck and rings on his fingers finish the ensemble.

==Character History==

Findrago Garibaldi hails from the Gaibaldi gypsy family, a Tsuran tribe of nomads who make their way from one town to another, performing odd jobs or entertaining the locals for a period of time ranging from weeks to months, then move on once they outstay their welcome. As the youngest of three Garibaldi children, Findrago's job was simple - be cute, be charming, and do what he could to help the family get what they needed. He spent years honing his art, learning to tell bald-faced lies to authority figures or spinning fantastic yarns about that time Uncle Pietro - gods rest his soul - was nearly eaten by a dragon /and/ an owlbear on the same day.

When he was older, Findrago' pride was wounded by a series of unfortunate events in which his older siblings undermined his tales with their shortsightedness and got the lot thrown in jail. Once they were released, Findrago decided he would work best as a solo act, no longer needing to rely on his other family members to ply his trade (or, in his eyes, mess it up). He set off on his own, continuing to use his con act to gain favors and lodging from townsfolk while staying one step ahead of the local authorities.

==RP Hooks==

In Progress.

[[Category:Player]]

File:Findrago.jpg

2014-01-11T03:14:40Z

Findrago:

Findrago Garibaldi

2014-01-11T02:46:57Z

Findrago:

==Appearance==

Findrago Garibaldi is a young Tsuran male, and he looks every bit the part. His skin is tanned and weather-worn, evidence of many days on the open road, and his twinkling grey eyes and wide grin hint at mischief. A mop of relatively unkempt black air sits atop his head, yet a moustache and a thin black beard that frames his jawline are far more meticulously groomed. The man stands barely six feet in height, and his lean build is covered in some of the most garish fashions possible - a pale red shirt is topped by a deep purple vest, with a blue sash tied around his waist for good measure. No small number of gold chains around his neck and rings on his fingers finish the ensemble.

==Character History==

Findrago Garibaldi hails from the Gaibaldi gypsy family, a Tsuran tribe of nomads who make their way from one town to another, performing odd jobs or entertaining the locals for a period of time ranging from weeks to months, then move on once they outstay their welcome. As the youngest of three Garibaldi children, Findrago's job was simple - be cute, be charming, and do what he could to help the family get what they needed. He spent years honing his art, learning to tell bald-faced lies to authority figures or spinning fantastic yarns about that time Uncle Pietro - gods rest his soul - was nearly eaten by a dragon /and/ an owlbear on the same day.

When he was older, Findrago' pride was wounded by a series of unfortunate events in which his older siblings undermined his tales with their shortsightedness and got the lot thrown in jail. Once they were released, Findrago decided he would work best as a solo act, no longer needing to rely on his other family members to ply his trade (or, in his eyes, mess it up). He set off on his own, continuing to use his con act to gain favors and lodging from townsfolk while staying one step ahead of the local authorities.

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