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Post by DM Zach on Feb 5, 2016 17:47:26 GMT -4
The centaurs have left town, and night begins to fall over Ironhaven. Smoke still rises from the Northeast, birds and other wildlife have occasionally been seen fleeing the area. Amarthon is presumably still in Orewood. Most of the villagers are home, cooking meals and preparing to turn in for the night. A slight chill blows through the town, from the southwest, and it almost seems to carry a soft whisper with it, that you can't quite determine. Looking out into the rolling fields to the south, it is almost tranquil. A perfect scene that compliments this quaint little village. You take a deep breath, enjoying the cool air. Your eye catches movement in the distance. Something peaking over one of the far away hills. You look closely, squinting your eyes and begin to count, what you can now see as, figures rising over the hill. One... Two... Three, four... five, six, seven... eight... nine, ten, eleven twelve... Your heart skips a beat as the thirteenth figure crests the hill. Even from this distance you can see it's glowing white eyes. For a moment you feel panic, you feel as if whatever this thing is, it sees you... (Might want to zoom in on this one)
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ghesh
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Post by ghesh on Feb 5, 2016 17:49:38 GMT -4
I run to alert the guard
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 5, 2016 17:58:41 GMT -4
A nearby Dragonborn guard can be seen patrolling the streets, weapon sheathed and shield on his back. He notices you approach. "Yes brother?"
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ghesh
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Post by ghesh on Feb 5, 2016 18:01:48 GMT -4
Sir, there appear to be a large number of creatures creating the hill making their way towards town.
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Post by Mod Everstache on Feb 5, 2016 18:03:20 GMT -4
Seeing ghesh alerting the guard he wakes the others and dons his armor readying for a fight. He also prepares his healer pack for the possibility of the wounded.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Feb 5, 2016 18:50:02 GMT -4
After being awoken and told what is happening. He gets into his leathers and straps on his many daggers. Taking his cloak and flipping it inside out the many colored patch on the inside concealed by his body with a dark gray that almost seems to blend into the night on the outside. Grabbing his twin swords he strapped then on as well. Before leaving his room he places his harp into a concealed nook under the bed he then rush out into the night reading himself for what's to come.
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 5, 2016 19:22:16 GMT -4
The guard looks for himself. Upon seeing the creatures he takes a small stone from his pouch and crushes it. Seemingly in an instant you hear other guards rushing about, moving toward your location. After a few minutes 7 guards and the red Dragonborn Captain are at your side, each armed and armored, ready for a fight. Other guards can be seen rushing about the city, taking up defensive positions with a decent view. The Captain moves up to the group. "Any idea what they are?" he growls, still adjusting his armor.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Feb 5, 2016 20:03:29 GMT -4
he comes up next the captain while checking his blades" My guess is that is an orc raiding party. Probably more of a scouting force but still deadly none the less" pulling at his mustache" i say we alert then town and have everyone bar their doors and windows if there is a stronghold near by send them there instead. things could get messy other wise"
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 5, 2016 20:51:25 GMT -4
"The guards will do what they can to defend this village. Unfortunately ending them to a stronghold is not an option at this point. It would take a large group nearly a day to reach Orewood to the south, and far longer to reach the Mountain Fortress of Boulderforge.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Feb 5, 2016 21:45:57 GMT -4
"I and my friends will stand by you in this fight and aid in the protection of this town. Besides i have grown fond of this place i cant have it get savaged in front of me with lending a hand" wincing as he stretches" I havent done this much fight in oh ...i think its been 10 years now im all out of practice"
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 6, 2016 3:03:33 GMT -4
Layella sat quietly atop the roof of the tavern, perched steadily with her knees tucked tightly to her. She had climbed up with ease when the others retired for sleep, and spent the hours admiring the brightness of the moon and crispness of the air, and mulling over the events of the day. She twirled an arrow around in her fair hands, noticing the way her skin seemed to almost shine with the moonlight that fell upon it... She kept her gaze facing Northeast, watching for any sign that Nott might be in distress, since she'd headed out on reconnaissance earlier. As her thoughts lingered on her old friend, her mind straining to remember the details of Nott's presence in her life, Layella couldn't shake the feeling that somehow the hazy image of Nott she held in her fragmented memories differed slightly from the woman she saw today... Yet, despite her curiosity, she couldn't discern any real conclusion and ultimately reduced it to wondering if she could trust her barely-present memory at all... As if by instinct to some sudden, unsettling feeling, Layella happened to turn her gaze to the South. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but when she realized what she was looking at, she immediately threw her arrow into her quiver and stood, straining harder to see. These figures -at least thirteen- and one pair of glowing white eyes, dropped her heart to her stomach. Apparently, others took notice of the creatures as well, and stirs of voices could be heard from below. Layella, commanding herself to move, yelled to the others, and forced herself to slip from the room and land gracefully to the ground below. With haste, she slammed open the door to the tavern, calling out the names of her companions. "Warn the guard!!" she told them as she turned and sped away, off into the night. She moved as fast as her legs could carry her, heading South toward the trees along the rising ground. Making steep strides up where the hills rose highest, she slowed as soon she knew she was on peak ground. With practiced agility, she hoisted herself upwards on the largest tree, climbing dexterously from branch to branch. Upwards, upwards she moved until finally her head breached the tops of the surrounding shorter trees and the rolling hills of the distance stretched out before her. She practically held her breath as her wide, cobalt eyes adjusted to take in the scene...
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Feb 6, 2016 10:09:17 GMT -4
Horgrim awoke with a startled grumble, seated again at the table where all of his gizmos and magical items lay about. He had heard Layella's voice call urgently into the tavern and, figuring something was amiss, quickly gathers his things into his satchel and hurries outside to join her. Upon exiting the tavern he notices a group of what seems to be his companions. And just behind them further south the gnome's unhindered dark vision can make out small dark blots peeking their heads up against the hills in the background. Horgrim's back turns cold at their sight and he dashes out to his friends, preparing a spell or two for a foreshadowed battle.
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