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Post by DM Zach on Feb 7, 2016 12:21:45 GMT -4
The last few days have been, difficult, to say the least. However, nearly every life in the village of Ironhaven was saved, and the vault of Amas has been cleared for now. Walking in the direction of Orewood from the vault, you can see what is left of Ironhaven to your left. It is nothing more than a smoking pile of rubble. The orcs, left as quickly as they came in, dispersing into the mountains and back into the forest. The better part of a day goes by before you lay eyes on Orewood for the first time. The first thing you notice, is a battalion of Wyrmguard in formation on the road that leads to, what was Ironhaven. Upon reaching Orewood, you hear a loud booming voice order someone to open the gates. Amarthon greets you on the other side. "HA HA, BY BAHAMUT HIMSELF YOU LIVE!!!!! BY ALL THE GODS YOU ARE ALIVE! I knew there was something about you lot! I KNEW IT!" He comes and embraces each one of you, lifting you off the ground. "And you even managed to save an entire town! You are each, truly remarkable individuals! COME!" He waved his black scaled hand, beckoning you to follow. "Let's get everyone a meal, you look like you've been through the nine hells! Let us eat, and you can tell me all about what you have done!" Upon entering the city you can immediately see that it is much different from Ironhaven. The buildings are constructed in a much more modern fashion, rather than kind of being slapped together. The city feels as if it were designed, rather than just haphazardly built. The dirt roads of Ironhaven turn to cobblestone in Orewood. You pass by a multitude of shops and vendors. You can hear craftsmen hard at work, probably busier than they sually are due to recent events. The familiars smells of wood and iron still hang in the air, and the Ironhaven refugees seem to welcome it. Amarthon leads you all to what you assume is normally a marketplace. Villagers are seen moving carts down into alleys, breaking down stands, and making room for tables and chairs. Food is being wheeled to this square and Amarthon bellows. "Come come, take a seat, grab a meal." He takes a loaf of bread and tosses it to Keylen, who then breaks it into pieces, handing it out to those around her.
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Post by Mod Everstache on Feb 7, 2016 17:29:13 GMT -4
Taking a seat and some food mod joins the others "so do you have a map of the town or could you simply give us the layout? We are all happy to have made it to orewood safely but there is still and orc threat. We must ready ourselves with armor, weapons, and supplies as soon as possible. I also need to find the shire here or local clergy, can you help me with that?"
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 7, 2016 20:30:36 GMT -4
Just as it had been for the others. the trek to Orewood was particularly trying for Layella, though perhaps for different reasons. She did not move in one steady position in their procession, but rather fluidly up and down the line of refugees, seeing where she could lend aid or be of use to those forced to leave their homes and uproot their lives, offering apologies and condolences. Though the Ranger was doing her best to stay positive and grateful for the outcome of the absolutely unforeseen turn of events, there were several things that weighed heavily upon her. Firstly, she could not unsee the faces of those not fortunate enough to make it out of Ironhaven. Overall, the evacuation's rate of success was almost unbelievably high, yet still she could not accept the loss of innocent lives as any dismissable write-off. Could things have been different, she wondered, if she had only been stronger? If she had made wiser choices? Would they still live...? Layella was also incredibly bitter and ruminating on their encounter in the Vault of Amas. Already she felt so lost, having access to only fragments of herself, her memories and her past. Someone else having control of her mind, her very being, was worse; an event she deemed unacceptable and shameful that she even let it befall her. She felt the weight of the Driftglobe in her satchel, considering it a tool for use in hopes that she would one day find that creature and assure no one should have their will so twisted against them again. Finally, there was the issue of Nott. This woman, one who offered such insight and depth into Layella's past as well as a friendship and connection to her present, had still not returned. Layella had put the safety of the people above the search for her friend, and she couldn't help but wonder if she had condemned her, in doing so. She hoped that this other Ranger truly had the skill that Layella expected she did, and might meet them in Orewood, unharmed. Perhaps she was already there, she tried to tell herself... Still, she was very wary from the traumatic events that had unfolded, and walked with one hand resting just over the hilt of her blade, the other ready to grab for her bow, the entire way.
Upon arriving, Layella embraced Amarthon with enthusiasm, so thankful to see him and the protection and safety he could give to these refugees. She looks around as they make their way through the city, noting the locations of shops, vendors and craftsmen for later visits. When the tables and chairs are set, Layella is reluctant to take a seat, still feeling far from able to relaxed. She inquires about there being enough to feed the new arrivals, making sure her assistance is not needed in doing so. Finally, she allows herself to sit and breathe, racking her mind for where to possibly begin explaining events to Amarthon, or what questions to ask first.
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 7, 2016 20:42:38 GMT -4
Taking a seat and some food mod joins the others "so do you have a map of the town or could you simply give us the layout? We are all happy to have made it to orewood safely but there is still and orc threat. We must ready ourselves with armor, weapons, and supplies as soon as possible. I also need to find the shire here or local clergy, can you help me with that?" "I will have a map of the town to you as soon as I can." Amarthon bellows "The town contains many crafters of all sorts, most of which received their supplies from Ironhaven...." He pauses for a moment, letting the realization sink in. "As for the orc threat I believe the Drakken Scale outside will serve that purpose for now. Within the center of the town you will find a temple to Bahamut, and several other shrines situated throughout the town."
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 7, 2016 20:48:20 GMT -4
Just as it had been for the others. the trek to Orewood was particularly trying for Layella, though perhaps for different reasons. She did not move in one steady position in their procession, but rather fluidly up and down the line of refugees, seeing where she could lend aid or be of use to those forced to leave their homes and uproot their lives, offering apologies and condolences. Though the Ranger was doing her best to stay positive and grateful for the outcome of the absolutely unforeseen turn of events, there were several things that weighed heavily upon her. Firstly, she could not unsee the faces of those not fortunate enough to make it out of Ironhaven. Overall, the evacuation's rate of success was almost unbelievably high, yet still she could not accept the loss of innocent lives as any dismissable write-off. Could things have been different, she wondered, if she had only been stronger? If she had made wiser choices? Would they still live...? Layella was also incredibly bitter and ruminating on their encounter in the Vault of Amas. Already she felt so lost, having access to only fragments of herself, her memories and her past. Someone else having control of her mind, her very being, was worse; an event she deemed unacceptable and shameful that she even let it befall her. She felt the weight of the Driftglobe in her satchel, considering it a tool for use in hopes that she would one day find that creature and assure no one should have their will so twisted against them again. Finally, there was the issue of Nott. This woman, one who offered such insight and depth into Layella's past as well as a friendship and connection to her present, had still not returned. Layella had put the safety of the people above the search for her friend, and she couldn't help but wonder if she had condemned her, in doing so. She hoped that this other Ranger truly had the skill that Layella expected she did, and might meet them in Orewood, unharmed. Perhaps she was already there, she tried to tell herself... Still, she was very wary from the traumatic events that had unfolded, and walked with one hand resting just over the hilt of her blade, the other ready to grab for her bow, the entire way.
Upon arriving, Layella embraced Amarthon with enthusiasm, so thankful to see him and the protection and safety he could give to these refugees. She looks around as they make their way through the city, noting the locations of shops, vendors and craftsmen for later visits. When the tables and chairs are set, Layella is reluctant to take a seat, still feeling far from able to relaxed. She inquires about there being enough to feed the new arrivals, making sure her assistance is not needed in doing so. Finally, she allows herself to sit and breathe, racking her mind for where to possibly begin explaining events to Amarthon, or what questions to ask first.
After inquiring about the food Amarthon slaps you on the back. "Of course there is enough to feed all these fine people." Sounding louder than normal, as if to be sure everyone can hear him, but then leans in and whispers to you. "Enjoy yourself for now, but there is something I'd like to discuss with you and your companions later." Returning to his normal boisterous personality, he turns to everyone. "Please tell me how you managed to save an entire town! I'd be happy to answer any of your questions as well." He slams himself into a chair and begins to pick at his meal.
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Post by Mod Everstache on Feb 7, 2016 22:59:29 GMT -4
Mod finished is meal and thanked amarthon for the information. He explains that he is off to see if he can find a shire to ilmater or at least get some supplies from the clergy in the town. Puting his arm on toms shoulder and speaking to the group, "is there a place we should meet up like an inn of some kind?". After finding out where to meet up with the group again mod sets out to the shires. Hopefully they might be able to give him more knowledge of the town and he might be able to help them with preparing to heal the injured. Knowing that he need silver powder on his journey he keeps an eye out for a gem shop or jewelry maker.
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 8, 2016 4:37:17 GMT -4
Finding it difficult to detach herself from all that has transpired, Layella does her best to reflect the relieved and mostly joyous spirit of her companions as they dine and drink with Amarthon. She nourishes herself -thankful to be outside, as they are- but politely declines any drink. She takes part in the telling of their tale, filling in details where she sees necessary, though just as often she finds herself drifting off into observations of the crowd around her, scanning faces familiar and new, and trying to get a feel for everything. When enough time has passed for the consumption of a great deal of food and drink and those feasting seem adequately distracted and content, Layella leans in closely to Amarthon and addresses him in a hushed tone: "Amarthon, I am beyond thankful for the relief and welcome you've shown us since we've arrived; forgive me if I don't seem completely at ease... You mentioned wanting to speak to myself and the others, are these words that can be exchanged now, or could we move elsewhere to do so? I can't deny that I am anxious to hear what you have to ask."
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Feb 9, 2016 1:00:24 GMT -4
Horgrim climbed into a chair and slumped against the back rest, exhausted from the toll the journey to Orewood had taken on him. The entire trip was spent tinkering and crafting small mechanical toys for the young and disheartened children who had just lost their homes to the vicious raid of the orc horde. The gnome seemed entirely encompassed by his work, only looking up to apologize to parents and the older and wiser, wishing there was something more he could do. As well as small toys he attempted to use what bits of energy he had left to provide medicinal aid to those who needed it. He also caught a glimpse of Layella doing the same, however looking pressingly troubled by something that had to be eating at her. He made a note of that for later when all the townsfolk were settled and tended to. When Orewood peeked over the crest of a hill the gnome nearly screamed with joy. Seeing Amarthon greeting them into the town was a wonderful feeling, knowing a friend was ushering them into a safe haven. The strong scaly embrace was met with as best as a small body could manage, and Horgrim waited until each villager made their way inside. Now, eating and drinking with a fervored gusto that he had seldom seen in himself before, he chided in with smaller details of the story Layella was telling. Adding bits about magical moving suits of armor, commands from beings beyond the grave to take leave of their dwelling, and the lone succubus that managed to escape. And oddly boasted having touched every magical item that he came into contact with, even a staff that could command the creatures of the deep. Once filled with food and drink, Horgrim looked to Mod who was engaged in conversation with Tom. And then to Amarthon, who was also speaking with Layella. But the two were talking in hushed tones to each other and Horgrim couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Layella looked as if she was inquiring something of Amarthon, and the gnome could not contain his curiosity. So he did a little hop off of his chair, feeling much better with a full stomach, and headed over to meet with his elven and dragobborn friends.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Feb 9, 2016 3:23:51 GMT -4
He entered the town with the villagers aiding those who need it. On his face was a smile of a good man. Someone there to help and aid everyone. His eyes tho had a hardness to them a stark contrast to his manner. These are the eyes if a man who would kill with no mercy and grim effecincy. After the meal and everyone bedding down he went to stand by amorthan after la yell mover off." I tried. God I tried to save them all but they were too quick and savage. Led by that..that monster. I will avengen them. We will need the aid of this lands army to wipe them out." He makes a disgusted sound and spit" War. Why does everywhere I go lead to war and death. I used to be a tool to help stop wars...maybe I should have stayed that way I could maybe have saved more people that way" looking over at amorthan " I hope your ready for this. Form what I saw it will be a bloody fight"
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Post by Throthgar on Feb 9, 2016 14:55:19 GMT -4
throthgar enters he gets excited when he overhears the group talking about the next fight he sits with them and listens he shouts "ale over here please"
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 9, 2016 22:14:51 GMT -4
Finding it difficult to detach herself from all that has transpired, Layella does her best to reflect the relieved and mostly joyous spirit of her companions as they dine and drink with Amarthon. She nourishes herself -thankful to be outside, as they are- but politely declines any drink. She takes part in the telling of their tale, filling in details where she sees necessary, though just as often she finds herself drifting off into observations of the crowd around her, scanning faces familiar and new, and trying to get a feel for everything. When enough time has passed for the consumption of a great deal of food and drink and those feasting seem adequately distracted and content, Layella leans in closely to Amarthon and addresses him in a hushed tone: "Amarthon, I am beyond thankful for the relief and welcome you've shown us since we've arrived; forgive me if I don't seem completely at ease... You mentioned wanting to speak to myself and the others, are these words that can be exchanged now, or could we move elsewhere to do so? I can't deny that I am anxious to hear what you have to ask."
"Not here." he whispers. He looks around to all the people in the marketplace, eating their meals. "When you and your companions have eaten your fill, come meet me in the barracks." Hogrim, having walked over catches Amarthon saying this. "Excuse me, I have matter to attend to." He bows his head in respect and walks to a group of Wyrmguard, together they disappear into the town.
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 9, 2016 22:21:43 GMT -4
He entered the town with the villagers aiding those who need it. On his face was a smile of a good man. Someone there to help and aid everyone. His eyes tho had a hardness to them a stark contrast to his manner. These are the eyes if a man who would kill with no mercy and grim effecincy. After the meal and everyone bedding down he went to stand by amorthan after la yell mover off." I tried. God I tried to save them all but they were too quick and savage. Led by that..that monster. I will avengen them. We will need the aid of this lands army to wipe them out." He makes a disgusted sound and spit" War. Why does everywhere I go lead to war and death. I used to be a tool to help stop wars...maybe I should have stayed that way I could maybe have saved more people that way" looking over at amorthan " I hope your ready for this. Form what I saw it will be a bloody fight" Later that evening, after find Amarthon in the town, you manage to speak with him. "The scales will take care of the orcs for now. Though they seem to have scattered to the wind just as quickly as they came." He turns to you, a warm look on his face. "You have done your part little rogue" and he smiles. "I, and the people of Ironhaven are eternally grateful to you and your companions."
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Feb 9, 2016 22:44:06 GMT -4
chuckling softly" i see some one has seen through me. well with everything that has been going on im not surprised." the hard look returns" the orcs may have scattered but what i saw was not good. that war chief had something unnatural about him as if he had the blood of a demon propelling him forward. if he is allowed to live he could be a much larger threat. i have seen man like him, men that can ban enemies together with there iron will and bring about a a war the realm rarely sees. i am here at your nations aid if you need my skills"
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 10, 2016 17:08:39 GMT -4
"The time will come when we will strike against them. For now we must recover. We must decide what to do with the Ironhaven refugees. Will we keep them here in Orewood? send them elsewhere? Or should the Empire rebuild Ironhaven?". He becomes lost in though for a moment. "Regardless of what we do with the ruins of Ironhaven, these people must be cared for, and other need our help in the wake of this attack as well."
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Post by Throthgar on Feb 11, 2016 13:54:35 GMT -4
throthgar decides to take a stroll through the town looking for his friends and something todo (he is a little tipsy)
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