Kaerri
Dannigan's Lady
"Hmm." Bren also looks at Vardadraug. "The trick may be in convincing them to follow, rather than just shoot a couple arrows and give up when he's out of sight."
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Chapter Four: Enlightenment and the Daughters of Summertime
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Purr
Kaerri's Man. =)
I am! Vardadraug steps forward eagerly. His tail wags rapidly as a smile seems to beam across that happy puppy face. How can I do any less when evil stands between us and the helpless?
Wolf Rawrrr
Wolf-Knight
"Exactly." Wolf smiled cunningly. "There's a good chance it will draw not just one, but both of them. All Vardadraug needs to do is walk around near the edge of the forest. The rest of us wait until the minotaurs come as close as possible, then wipe them out in one surprise attack."
Purr
Kaerri's Man. =)
I must do what is right. I am off. Vardadraug declares this with a happy smile that seems older and wiser than one with such little puppy features.
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He very cautiously performs the 30 foot climb down the drop into the clearing where the cavern lies. To a human or an elf, 30 feet might seem no small distance, but when your body is the size of a wolf pup's, the distance is enormous and the fall all-the-more dangerous.
Vardradraug climbs down and down, watching his steps carefully, for one slip and off he goes to the rocks below. Vardadraug's cautious approach pays off at the cost of his stamina and when his descent is finished, he takes a moment to regain his strength.
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Then the little fellow goes to work...
The pair of Bloodland Minotaurs stand at the cavern mouth, their powerful, armored bodies crowned with massive horns standing on cloven hooves. These are creatures born from generations of warriors and bred for two things: evil and battle. They glare about with wicked expressions, ears flickering, waiting for any hint of hidden enemies. Their vigilance is soon rewarded.
"Hey, check out that doggie over there! Yeah, that little fool. Hey, puppy! How about I put an arrow in your ass?"
"Man, what did I just tell you about wasting arrows?"
"Fine, fine," the minotaur replaces his bow. "Oh, you're gonna growl at me now?"
"That's some growl. Look at the way he is staring at you."
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"You know, I think that's doggie-speak for 'Fuck you.'"
"Little motherfucker thinks he's bad! Maybe he wants my axe in his ass?" The minotaur draws his axe.
"Man, don't you leave this post."
"What? Look at him! Staring and growling at me! He don't know who he's fucking with! Bitch doesn't understand - no one disrespects a Bloodland Minotaur!"
"I think he heard you."
"Yeah?"
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"Oh, you did not just turn your ass on me! Like I wanna see your ass!" The minotaur grunts angrily, drops his horns, low and makes charging motions with his hooves.
"I can't believe this."
"Fuck him and his little puppy self! I'ma kick him in his ass so hard he's going to fly over Summerset and land in that damned elfie forest! Nobody disrespects me!"
"Have you lost your mind? It's a dog!"
"I don't give a fuck! Nobody- Hey... Hey! What's he doing lifting... his leg... you... OH HELLLLL NO! YOU ARE NOT LOOKING AT ME AND PISSING!"
"He sure is!"
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"We are so going to get fired for this..."
"GRAAAAH! That's it, you little motherfucker! I'm coming over there and kicking your-"
"Hey! Hey! Leave the horn if you-"
"Fuck you! It's my horn!"
"It's your ass, too! Come back with that horn!"
"RAAAAHH! Piss at me?! You are dead meat!!"
You watch as the first axe-wielding minotaur curses and wildly charges Vardadraug, horns-first. His brethren chases after him. Vardadraug turns tail and bolts right back under the ledge you're standing on and disappears into the brush. The minotaurs are now 30 feet below you, one looking for a tiny-sized creature, the other is about to reach the first. Both are therefore completely unaware of your presence.
The moment is yours.
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He very cautiously performs the 30 foot climb down the drop into the clearing where the cavern lies. To a human or an elf, 30 feet might seem no small distance, but when your body is the size of a wolf pup's, the distance is enormous and the fall all-the-more dangerous.
Vardradraug climbs down and down, watching his steps carefully, for one slip and off he goes to the rocks below. Vardadraug's cautious approach pays off at the cost of his stamina and when his descent is finished, he takes a moment to regain his strength.
(Image credit: raleighncs.blogspot.com)
Then the little fellow goes to work...
The pair of Bloodland Minotaurs stand at the cavern mouth, their powerful, armored bodies crowned with massive horns standing on cloven hooves. These are creatures born from generations of warriors and bred for two things: evil and battle. They glare about with wicked expressions, ears flickering, waiting for any hint of hidden enemies. Their vigilance is soon rewarded.
"Hey, check out that doggie over there! Yeah, that little fool. Hey, puppy! How about I put an arrow in your ass?"
"Man, what did I just tell you about wasting arrows?"
"Fine, fine," the minotaur replaces his bow. "Oh, you're gonna growl at me now?"
"That's some growl. Look at the way he is staring at you."
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"You know, I think that's doggie-speak for 'Fuck you.'"
"Little motherfucker thinks he's bad! Maybe he wants my axe in his ass?" The minotaur draws his axe.
"Man, don't you leave this post."
"What? Look at him! Staring and growling at me! He don't know who he's fucking with! Bitch doesn't understand - no one disrespects a Bloodland Minotaur!"
"I think he heard you."
"Yeah?"
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"Oh, you did not just turn your ass on me! Like I wanna see your ass!" The minotaur grunts angrily, drops his horns, low and makes charging motions with his hooves.
"I can't believe this."
"Fuck him and his little puppy self! I'ma kick him in his ass so hard he's going to fly over Summerset and land in that damned elfie forest! Nobody disrespects me!"
"Have you lost your mind? It's a dog!"
"I don't give a fuck! Nobody- Hey... Hey! What's he doing lifting... his leg... you... OH HELLLLL NO! YOU ARE NOT LOOKING AT ME AND PISSING!"
"He sure is!"
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"We are so going to get fired for this..."
"GRAAAAH! That's it, you little motherfucker! I'm coming over there and kicking your-"
"Hey! Hey! Leave the horn if you-"
"Fuck you! It's my horn!"
"It's your ass, too! Come back with that horn!"
"RAAAAHH! Piss at me?! You are dead meat!!"
You watch as the first axe-wielding minotaur curses and wildly charges Vardadraug, horns-first. His brethren chases after him. Vardadraug turns tail and bolts right back under the ledge you're standing on and disappears into the brush. The minotaurs are now 30 feet below you, one looking for a tiny-sized creature, the other is about to reach the first. Both are therefore completely unaware of your presence.
The moment is yours.
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Luna watches intently, doing her best to remain silent and unseen. Slowly, oh so slowly, she raises up her crossbow and aims at the minotaur with the signal horn. She motions to the others to show which one she is aiming at, and counts down with her free hand. 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . and now! With the signal given, she pulls the trigger on her target. EDIT I forgot to add the +2 of the weapon, so my total is actually a modified 18 to hit.
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Wolf Rawrrr
Wolf-Knight
Nothing like a plan gone as planned, the ranger thinks to himself as he musters all his skill to quickly take out the targets. He aims for the horn-bearer, naturally.
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Kaerri
Dannigan's Lady
At Vardadraug taking off, Bren looks at Powerpaw and nods firmly. "Time to get ready!" With some care, he quickly makes his way down to the clearing and finds a good spot to lurk while waiting for the ambush.[dice]4949[/dice]
Unable to see Luna from his current position, and (like her) noting that one is holding a means of signaling the rest of the foes, Bren likewise chooses the horn-bearing minotaur as his target - and bursts into the clearing in a charge.
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Unable to see Luna from his current position, and (like her) noting that one is holding a means of signaling the rest of the foes, Bren likewise chooses the horn-bearing minotaur as his target - and bursts into the clearing in a charge.
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Purr
Kaerri's Man. =)
Bria, having no intention whatsoever of doing anything any harm, uses the moment of surprise to brush her hands three times down her robes. Her Ko fighting robes become the colors of earth and tree, making her a little harder to find. Once the change is complete to her satisfaction, she peers over a rock, watches the battle, and stays hidden.
Powerpaw's approach is far different. He prowls up to the edge of the bluff like the big hunting cats of old. He peers down, maul in hand, and hops off the ledge, claws extended in a ferocious pounce aimed at the would-be horn-blower. Down he goes as gravity takes him, hurtling silently and exuberantly, maul high, fur flying, and quietly mouthing the words, "INNNNN DAAAAAA FAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!"
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Captain Hesperus
Harbinger of the End Times and Apostle of Ghan
- Otiorin held back, watching how the ambush unfolded. It seemed all his comrades were focussing on the horn-bearing Minotaur and leaving his fellow unmolested. While the tactic was sound, it still meant that perhaps a slight degree of overkill was in play. It was almost certain between Bren, Wolf, Powerpaw and Luna's concentrated wrath, the beast was, if not dead, then at Death's very door. However, his fellow was still in the position of being able to pick his fight. Or worse, retreat and gather allies.
With a sigh, Otiorin sprang from the overhang, his body describing an elegant backflip even as Moonlit Edge seemed to materialize in his hand. He plummeted down, his cloak billowing out like a raven's wings, and landed on the unengaged Minotaur's shoulders. His left hand caught hold of one of the beast's horns while his right smoothly drove his enchanted blade down between clavicle and shoulder blade, his target being the Minotaur's massive right lung.
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Purr
Kaerri's Man. =)
Otiorin jumps wrong off the ledge and he knows it. His fall will not land him on the minotaur, but instead, the grassy (possibly rock-hiding) earth beside him. Being a rogue, Otiorin knows the value of Acrobatics training, especially during a bad-looking fall.
Powerpaw looks at his bloodied maul and then to his fellow Wanderers with an expression full of surprise and wonder. Though excited, he tries to keep his voice low. "Holy moar! Did you guys see dat?! Dwarfie-guy wuz right about how ta smack!"
Otorin hits the ground and rolls, doing his best to absorb the impact of the fall. His skill and timing save him from some pain. He rises in time to see the bloody, horn-carrying minotaur fall from a series of horrible wounds.
His fellow sees you all appear as if by magic all around him. He grunts incredulously at the horn-carrier. "You dumb motherfucker! You got us both killed!"
"Fuck you," come the horn-carrier's last words. "Wasn't my fault."
The remaining minotaur does only what a Bloodland Minotaur knows to do - he begins to drop his bow and reach for his axe. His lungs fill with air as he prepares to shout at his very loudest.
With a practiced ease you have not seen before, Bria focuses upon Otiorin. Her sweet voice fills the air with a single word, though she casts as quietly as she can. "Asteallo!" Immediately, Otiorin's ankle and knee feel as soothed as if someone had just massaged the pain out of them. Bria, from her safe spot above, smiles down at him.
Powerpaw shifts his grip on his terrible maul, hisses at the minotaur, and lashes out with cat-like ferocity. Despite his easily-summoned penchant for violence, he is attacking as quietly as he can. He mouths the word, "Moooooooar!"
His first blow strikes home, sending the minotaur reeling with a mouthful of blood. His second, less-accurate blow, strikes his opponent's chest, but the flat-hooved minotaur is caught off-guard. His armor fails to absorb the impact and the Wanderer's crushing blow nearly doubles the big warrior over.
Powerpaw looks at his bloodied maul and then to his fellow Wanderers with an expression full of surprise and wonder. Though excited, he tries to keep his voice low. "Holy moar! Did you guys see dat?! Dwarfie-guy wuz right about how ta smack!"
Kaerri
Dannigan's Lady
- Bren gives Powerpaw a fighter-to-fighter grin. "Well done, friend!" His voice turns rather threatening as he turns to the remaining minotaur. "Now for you." He checks [with the GM] for flanking options and smiles to realize that between them, he, Powerpaw, and Otiorin already have the minotaur flanked. With grim determination, he swings the battleaxe left, cutting deeply, then right in a clear miss - and uses his position at the end of that second swing for a straight-in shield bash.
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Purr
Kaerri's Man. =)
"Moth- Motherfuckers..." The falling minotaur groans as Bren ends his life. Combat ends as quickly as it begins.
Powerpaw looks up to Luna and gives her a thumbs-up. Then he sets his maul on his back and reaches up high, showing his true height. He beckons with his claws to Luna. Wanderers up on the ledge can now make it safely and silently to the bottom of the clearing due to the ease of the ledge and Powerpaw's large size.
Sparkle becomes visible. The old dragoness looks down on the pair of corpses and remarks, "That is as coordinated as I have ever seen the lot of you. What now, Luna?"
Powerpaw leans over to Bren and says, "Axe an' shield smacker, huh? You haz good form."
Pecker then takes the opportunity to fly down and angrily peck on the minotaur corpses with his sharp beak. In the language of animals, he is screeching, "Shoot at me? No shoot at me! See? That what you get!"
Vardadraug emerges from the brush, looks at Pecker and sends one word to the bird which all can receive: Caution! Immediately Pecker quiets and looks about for more enemies. Vardadraug scampers up beside Pecker, his eyes and ears seeking any signs of life in the clearing.
An ambush worthy of an entire party of rangers, but be vigilant, Wanderers! This cave once belonged to the Druids of Ember's Wood. I remember their stories of it. Across this wood there are burial grounds much like this one. The druids believed that by coming to die here, their positive energy would be stored by the earth and nurtured by nature. They were correct. Given the time and love they invested here, this holy cairn... has become a wellspring.
A wellspring! This word has special meaning to rangers, druids, and all forest-friends - a wellspring is typically a sacred place of power where creatures of the wild can come and rest safely. Each wellspring has a purpose. Some you turn to for future-seeing, and should you sleep there, it is said your dreams will be the kind that can guide you to victory. Other wellsprings are sought after to prepare for battle, for using combat skills and reciting the glories of conflicts past can help ensure greater prowess against the forest's enemies for a time. Yet others bring solace. To enter there is to find the kind of quiet and inner peace not found in the outside world, and with such solace brings clarity of mind and spirit.
Which this is, none can say. But wellsprings can be corrupted to darker purposes, too. To do this is to unhallow a part of the wood in such an evil way that it cannot be used by creatures good and innocent. Instead, these hell-scars provide only to make the foulest of creatures all the more foul.
This place, Vardadraug continues, is not yet tainted. But I do remember its purpose - change! This is the only Wellspring of Change in all Ember's Wood, and it required many minor wellsprings to make it come to be. Would that there were more rangers and druids alive to protect these places... I am glad that here among us are at least two!
Powerpaw looks up to Luna and gives her a thumbs-up. Then he sets his maul on his back and reaches up high, showing his true height. He beckons with his claws to Luna. Wanderers up on the ledge can now make it safely and silently to the bottom of the clearing due to the ease of the ledge and Powerpaw's large size.
Sparkle becomes visible. The old dragoness looks down on the pair of corpses and remarks, "That is as coordinated as I have ever seen the lot of you. What now, Luna?"
Powerpaw leans over to Bren and says, "Axe an' shield smacker, huh? You haz good form."
Pecker then takes the opportunity to fly down and angrily peck on the minotaur corpses with his sharp beak. In the language of animals, he is screeching, "Shoot at me? No shoot at me! See? That what you get!"
Vardadraug emerges from the brush, looks at Pecker and sends one word to the bird which all can receive: Caution! Immediately Pecker quiets and looks about for more enemies. Vardadraug scampers up beside Pecker, his eyes and ears seeking any signs of life in the clearing.
An ambush worthy of an entire party of rangers, but be vigilant, Wanderers! This cave once belonged to the Druids of Ember's Wood. I remember their stories of it. Across this wood there are burial grounds much like this one. The druids believed that by coming to die here, their positive energy would be stored by the earth and nurtured by nature. They were correct. Given the time and love they invested here, this holy cairn... has become a wellspring.
A wellspring! This word has special meaning to rangers, druids, and all forest-friends - a wellspring is typically a sacred place of power where creatures of the wild can come and rest safely. Each wellspring has a purpose. Some you turn to for future-seeing, and should you sleep there, it is said your dreams will be the kind that can guide you to victory. Other wellsprings are sought after to prepare for battle, for using combat skills and reciting the glories of conflicts past can help ensure greater prowess against the forest's enemies for a time. Yet others bring solace. To enter there is to find the kind of quiet and inner peace not found in the outside world, and with such solace brings clarity of mind and spirit.
Which this is, none can say. But wellsprings can be corrupted to darker purposes, too. To do this is to unhallow a part of the wood in such an evil way that it cannot be used by creatures good and innocent. Instead, these hell-scars provide only to make the foulest of creatures all the more foul.
This place, Vardadraug continues, is not yet tainted. But I do remember its purpose - change! This is the only Wellspring of Change in all Ember's Wood, and it required many minor wellsprings to make it come to be. Would that there were more rangers and druids alive to protect these places... I am glad that here among us are at least two!
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Luna drops down from her perch in the tree and nods in satisfaction at the two fallen minotaurs. "Well done, everyone. Especially you, Vardadraug. Now, to rescue the girls. Once we get inside, I want Bren and Powerpaw to take point with Wolf right behind. That way, he can shoot arrows past the two of you. I have eight Force Missiles that have the advantage of not being able to miss their target, so I can fire into melee without risking hitting any friendlies. Does anyone have a problem with that? Speak up now."
Kaerri
Dannigan's Lady
Bren grins at Powerpaw. "Thank you! You're quite impressive yourself, with that maul of yours." He wipes the axe blade clean and turns to listen to Vardadraug. "A wellspring? Forest-mother! Our fighting, here and within, will do it no harm, I hope?"
Adjusting the fit of his shield, he nods in acknowledgment as Luna outlines her plan. "I suggest Wolf walk behind me, and Otiorin behind Powerpaw. I'm rather easier to see around, eh? And Otiorin can take advantage of Powerpaw's size to remain unnoticed - unless he'd rather be in the far back? I'm happier when the mages are far from melee, but I've also learned to leave a good guard to the rear, just in case."
Adjusting the fit of his shield, he nods in acknowledgment as Luna outlines her plan. "I suggest Wolf walk behind me, and Otiorin behind Powerpaw. I'm rather easier to see around, eh? And Otiorin can take advantage of Powerpaw's size to remain unnoticed - unless he'd rather be in the far back? I'm happier when the mages are far from melee, but I've also learned to leave a good guard to the rear, just in case."
Purr
Kaerri's Man. =)
Vardadraug is quick to reply to Bren. Here? No. Inside? Possibly. Where it is strongest is also where it is weakest. Each wellspring is a place; destroy the realm that makes it up, you destroy the wellspring.
To your plan, Vardadraug adds, I volunteer to watch your backs. I know how to get your attention if I see danger coming. Would you like that?
Powerpaw kneels down to the corpses. "I iz all fer gettin' dere quicks, but we kin haz a minute ta loot these guys? Moar loot means moar gear!" Powerpaw opens up his huge enchanted bag of holding and looks ready to just throw things in there.
"If we loot, remember not to throw anything sharp in there!" Bria advises with outstretched hands. She turns to Otiorin. "Are you all right? That fall..."
To your plan, Vardadraug adds, I volunteer to watch your backs. I know how to get your attention if I see danger coming. Would you like that?
Powerpaw kneels down to the corpses. "I iz all fer gettin' dere quicks, but we kin haz a minute ta loot these guys? Moar loot means moar gear!" Powerpaw opens up his huge enchanted bag of holding and looks ready to just throw things in there.
"If we loot, remember not to throw anything sharp in there!" Bria advises with outstretched hands. She turns to Otiorin. "Are you all right? That fall..."
Captain Hesperus
Harbinger of the End Times and Apostle of Ghan
Earlier
Otiorin landed hard on the ground. Though it looked grassy, it was an illusion of that hardy type of grass that could sprout think shoots in even a handful of dirt scattered over solid rock. He felt the flare of pain in his feet, ankles and knees, but as suddenly as the pain struck him, it passed. He looked instinctively at Bria and smiled back at her. Even as he returned his attention back to the fight, the two Minotaur expired.
Now
As Bria's feet touched the ground, her light body carried gently by Powerpaw's massive arms, she asked him, "Are you all right? That fall..."
He felt another blush stirring in his cheeks, but he covered it with a beaming smile, "Well yes, I mangled my ankles pretty badly, but not as badly had I not adjusted my fall. Seems I have a talented angel ready to salve my wounds whenever and wherever.", he bowed, "You have my deepest thanks, again."
He then turned to the others as they discussed strategy, "I'd like to ask, how well do you all see in the dark? I know we Wanderers have an abundance of methods to light our way, but if that is to be the case, why do we not just,", he lifted the horn from his belt, "give those within a toot of this if we're to announce our arrival? I'm willing to scout ahead, my Elf eyes are only slightly impaired by pitch darkness and I have the advantage that I can go and return swiftly and silently. What say you?"
Otiorin landed hard on the ground. Though it looked grassy, it was an illusion of that hardy type of grass that could sprout think shoots in even a handful of dirt scattered over solid rock. He felt the flare of pain in his feet, ankles and knees, but as suddenly as the pain struck him, it passed. He looked instinctively at Bria and smiled back at her. Even as he returned his attention back to the fight, the two Minotaur expired.
Now
As Bria's feet touched the ground, her light body carried gently by Powerpaw's massive arms, she asked him, "Are you all right? That fall..."
He felt another blush stirring in his cheeks, but he covered it with a beaming smile, "Well yes, I mangled my ankles pretty badly, but not as badly had I not adjusted my fall. Seems I have a talented angel ready to salve my wounds whenever and wherever.", he bowed, "You have my deepest thanks, again."
He then turned to the others as they discussed strategy, "I'd like to ask, how well do you all see in the dark? I know we Wanderers have an abundance of methods to light our way, but if that is to be the case, why do we not just,", he lifted the horn from his belt, "give those within a toot of this if we're to announce our arrival? I'm willing to scout ahead, my Elf eyes are only slightly impaired by pitch darkness and I have the advantage that I can go and return swiftly and silently. What say you?"
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Luna looks dubious. "I cannot see in the dark, so I would either have to use a light, or completely depend upon someone else to get close to a battle before turning one on. From what I remember of my minotaur lore, those beasties can see in the dark, but whatever species this sorcerer is that they serve may not, so it is possible that there are light sources inside so our lamps and magics won't stand out. I hesitate to sound the horn, because while it will most certainly attract attention of those inside, they may use the time to kill their prisoners." She shakes her head. "No, I believe that stealth is called for. I do like your idea of scouting ahead, though. As everyone moves forward, you can ghost back and forth and warn us when we are approaching a foe in the dark, and we can then douse our lights until the last moment for the rest of us."
Wolf Rawrrr
Wolf-Knight
Wolf walks up to Luna, glancing over at the minotaur corpses with a satisfied expression. On his way over he says to Pecker with a grin: "That's what they get."
He beholds the cave mouth with a contemplative expression and nods at what Luna and Otiorion said. "A valid concern. While there will most likely be some sort of illumination inside, I think we should proceed in darkness if at all possible, relying on Otiorin to guide us. I will stay behind Bren." he nods at the man in agreement. "Our priority must be to locate these maidens. We can't have a surprise attack risk their health. Other than that, there's one other thing."
He turns to the sorceress then, asking: "Luna, if they've a wizard is it possible he or she could have placed some magical traps on the way? It's going to be hard enough looking out for normal ones in the dark."
He beholds the cave mouth with a contemplative expression and nods at what Luna and Otiorion said. "A valid concern. While there will most likely be some sort of illumination inside, I think we should proceed in darkness if at all possible, relying on Otiorin to guide us. I will stay behind Bren." he nods at the man in agreement. "Our priority must be to locate these maidens. We can't have a surprise attack risk their health. Other than that, there's one other thing."
He turns to the sorceress then, asking: "Luna, if they've a wizard is it possible he or she could have placed some magical traps on the way? It's going to be hard enough looking out for normal ones in the dark."
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
"There is no way to know. The wards you are talking about take time, and it depends on how long they have been here. If it has been a short time, it is much less likely to run in to any. I'm sorry that I can't be more specific."
"Um, Powerpaw, lets leave the loot for now. We will either win and be able to come back for it, or we'll be dead and having an extra set of armor in your bag of holding won't make any difference. Personally, I'm planning on coming out of this in one piece."
"Um, Powerpaw, lets leave the loot for now. We will either win and be able to come back for it, or we'll be dead and having an extra set of armor in your bag of holding won't make any difference. Personally, I'm planning on coming out of this in one piece."
Purr
Kaerri's Man. =)
"Oh!" Bria smiles at opportunity. In reply to Otiorin's bow, and instead of the Ko monk bow-of-the-waist, she performs a perfect curtsy for him, one worthy of civilized people of class and decency anywhere. "As long as I have the means to bring you health and happiness, I will. Besides," she giggles, "how are you to dashingly charm your way into the hearts of the three girls on injured ankles? We can't have that!"
"Okies. Loot waits." Powerpaw closes up his enchanted bag. But then Luna's words echo in his mind. "Right!" Powerpaw stares down at grisly pair of corpses at your feet. He pats his trusty maul, crouches low on all fours, and stares at the cave mouth. "Rest in hells, bull-faces," he says to the corpses. "Yer friends iz next."
"Okies. Loot waits." Powerpaw closes up his enchanted bag. But then Luna's words echo in his mind. "Right!" Powerpaw stares down at grisly pair of corpses at your feet. He pats his trusty maul, crouches low on all fours, and stares at the cave mouth. "Rest in hells, bull-faces," he says to the corpses. "Yer friends iz next."
Wolf Rawrrr
Wolf-Knight
Wolf found himself briefly distracted by the interaction between Bria and Otiorin. They have been getting along awfully well, but... Suddenly he snapped out of such thoughts and looked back to Luna, hopefully in time before the duo managed to catch him staring. But his thoughts were much slower to depart. Wait, why are you twitching like that? So what if they see you looking? Nothing suspicious about fellow traveler's glaring at each other, right? Even when it's a one sided glare...
"I understand. So we give it our all and hope for the best." the ranger replies to Luna. "Business as usual, then. I'm ready as can be."
"I understand. So we give it our all and hope for the best." the ranger replies to Luna. "Business as usual, then. I'm ready as can be."
Kaerri
Dannigan's Lady
Bren looks at Otiorin curiously when the half-elf mentions being able to see in pitch-blackness. "That a rogue trick? All the elves I know need at least a bit of light to get by - as do, by the way, the rest of us, or we'll be tripping too often to stay quiet. If someone's got a sunrod, or can cast light on an object that we can stow away at need, that would be better than a flame. Perhaps Luna or Bria can carry it; that will cut down on the light that projects ahead of the party, and thus the chance that our foes will see signs of our approach."
Purr
Kaerri's Man. =)
Sparkle turns from Bren and narrows her eyes at the cavern mouth, studying it carefully. Then she addresses Otiorin and Luna. "I can go with you..." she flicks a tongue at Otiorin, "... for I possess darkvision, natural camouflaging ability, stealth skills, a cool head, and the innate ability to soundlessly communicate with Pyri, er, Luna. However, I go only only on your promise that you won't do anything lackadaisical!" The old dragoness glares and frowns, thinking back to all of the times she has seen the truly-gifted Otiorin be just that.
Some distance away...
Outside in the fair afternoon, under a gleaming, gentle sun, Bronze finds himself standing on the wide curving steps leading up to the front door of the Adventurers' Wagon. He is listening to a wise person who is seated on the wide double-chair usually meant for the wagon driver. That wise person speaks clearly with an upraised finger with words of learned confidence.
"So, I say to you with the utmost certainty," says Schermitt, "prismalcum, also known as..."
"Hold still," Stewart warns, his sharp edge in hand.
"Sorry. ...Cosmic ore is one of Sharseya's best known secrets. For you see, many, many creatures on this world come with inherent defenses that can only be overcome with--"
"I'm warning you, sir. You're risking a cut." Stewart, once again, kneels at Schermitt's feet, looking up into the wise man's face. That face is partially-covered with white creamy substance. In Stewart's practiced fingers is a folding hand razor. With the patience and care that all true stewards possess, Stewart gently continues to remove old Schermitt's beard.
"Move only your mouth, if you please."
"I will, good sir."
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"As I was saying," Schermitt continues, "cosmic ore is perhaps the most valuable find among adventurers because of its-"
"Schermitt!"
Travis and the rest of the trainers stride up to the Adventurers' Wagon. They seem ready to depart, Bronze having fixed up all that he could and, in many ways, making things work better than before. However, the leader of the trainers is openly gawking at Schermitt.
"What in the world?!"
"What seems to be the problem, Travis?"
Travis smiles, slaps his hand against his cheek, and shakes his head. "Do you mean to tell me, after 17 years of hell after hell... All this time your 'speech impediment' is just your beard getting in the way?!"
Schermitt refrains from nodding. "Seems so!"
The dwarf of the party comes rumbling up, his eyes as big as mithril coins as he stares unbelieving at the scene on the wagon. "By the white tops of Morgandir! You have a normal voice after all!"
Schermitt smirks at him with a twinkle in his eye. "Sure do, shorty! Now on with the shave." The old fellow winks at Bronze. "Where were we now?"
Some distance away...
Outside in the fair afternoon, under a gleaming, gentle sun, Bronze finds himself standing on the wide curving steps leading up to the front door of the Adventurers' Wagon. He is listening to a wise person who is seated on the wide double-chair usually meant for the wagon driver. That wise person speaks clearly with an upraised finger with words of learned confidence.
"So, I say to you with the utmost certainty," says Schermitt, "prismalcum, also known as..."
"Hold still," Stewart warns, his sharp edge in hand.
"Sorry. ...Cosmic ore is one of Sharseya's best known secrets. For you see, many, many creatures on this world come with inherent defenses that can only be overcome with--"
"I'm warning you, sir. You're risking a cut." Stewart, once again, kneels at Schermitt's feet, looking up into the wise man's face. That face is partially-covered with white creamy substance. In Stewart's practiced fingers is a folding hand razor. With the patience and care that all true stewards possess, Stewart gently continues to remove old Schermitt's beard.
"Move only your mouth, if you please."
"I will, good sir."
(Image credit: www.growabeardnow.com)
(Image credit: www.oddee.com)
"As I was saying," Schermitt continues, "cosmic ore is perhaps the most valuable find among adventurers because of its-"
"Schermitt!"
Travis and the rest of the trainers stride up to the Adventurers' Wagon. They seem ready to depart, Bronze having fixed up all that he could and, in many ways, making things work better than before. However, the leader of the trainers is openly gawking at Schermitt.
"What in the world?!"
"What seems to be the problem, Travis?"
Travis smiles, slaps his hand against his cheek, and shakes his head. "Do you mean to tell me, after 17 years of hell after hell... All this time your 'speech impediment' is just your beard getting in the way?!"
Schermitt refrains from nodding. "Seems so!"
The dwarf of the party comes rumbling up, his eyes as big as mithril coins as he stares unbelieving at the scene on the wagon. "By the white tops of Morgandir! You have a normal voice after all!"
Schermitt smirks at him with a twinkle in his eye. "Sure do, shorty! Now on with the shave." The old fellow winks at Bronze. "Where were we now?"
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Luna gently reaches up and rubs Sparkle on her favorite neck ridge. "I knew I kept you around for a reason, my friend. Excellent idea, helping Otiorin move through the dark and then being able to quickly communicate with me through our mental link to warn everyone of trouble up ahead. Its up to the two of you if you want to do this, of course."
Purr
Kaerri's Man. =)
Sparkle, in response, peers to Otiorin with a raised eye that seems to say, "Are you up for this?"
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