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Myth Drannor - New Beginnings.

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DM
GM, 2958 posts
Mon 10 Aug 2020
at 18:28
  • msg #1

Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Group

After an early morningfeast, you assemble for your raid on the hobgoblins. Sirenya cloaks Krackor in invisibility, then summons a bubble of invisibility to hide the rest of the attacking team. She then makes herself invisible as well and moves out onto the roof to cover the front door with an illusion and keep watch.

Myth Drannor is silent as a grave, heavy mist flowing down the street and between the buildings like ghostly fingers. Something roars once, way off in the west. The silence weighs heavier afterward.

Kitheras completes his scouting, keeping to the shadows with the help of his cloak, and returns to brief the group in whispers. Krackor casts a few spells over himself and the rest of the group, then makes his way towards the kitchen entrance. His plate mail clanks a little in the misty air, but doesn't seem to attract any attention.

The front group waits for Krackor, holding until he begins his attack and becomes visible. Krackor carefully and quietly covers the kitchen's entrance with silence and his anti-vermin ward, then summons a swarm of insects. His invisibility drops as the swarm of bees sweeps into the kitchen, surrounding one of the hobgoblin sentries in a stinging mass.

Kitheras leads the charge into the taproom. His team doesn't have magical silence, but they make up for it in numbers and Kitheras's detailed plan. The four hobgoblin sentries are cut down before they have a chance to scream.

Kitheras stops for a moment to survey the room. Karilla doesn't. She keeps right on moving, kicking down the door that once led further into the inn. Two surprised hobgoblins are on the other side. She cuts one down with her obsidian long sword; the other swings his mace at her face. Karilla doesn't even try to block, and the mace stops abruptly as it touches her skin. With her backswing, she decapitates the hobgoblin and presses forward. The other elves belatedly start to follow.

At the rear of the former inn, the hobgoblin being attacked by the swarm turns and flees deeper inside. The other two drop behind the ruined counters and start shooting arrows at Krackor with their longbows. One arrow manages to find a seam in Krackor's armor, ruining his next spell, so he charges in and kills both of them with his axe.

Front and back, the two forces push forward into Curiosities Cold and Clear, clearing rooms that used to be used for meeting, dining, and running the inn. They meet up near the middle, where a wide set of stairs lead down to a second, fully subterranean level. Karilla runs down the stairs, hunched almost double against the low ceiling, and the rest of the group follows.

Qasida and Euin

Your visit to Myth Drannor hasn't gone at all the way you'd planned.

For Qasida, it's been a long, long ride from Athkatla, made more enjoyable by the wide variety of songs the tuneservants sang as you rode, and around the campfires and in the inns each night. For Euin, the group's guide since Tilverton, it's been a chance to walk deeper into Cormanthor than your usual duties permit, a chance to see the city your father and grandfather so cared for.

The voices of the tuneservants are silent now. The ruins of Myth Drannor hadn't seemed so dangerous for the first bell you explored them. Now you wonder if that had just been to lure you in. First a group of tanar'ri attacked you, great ape-like fiends six feet tall that tore into the group with suicidal abandon. You managed to kill them, but not before they slew Harmonian Adarra Voundsarr, the group's leader, and badly injured many of the other tuneservants.

The noise attracted more monsters who attacked you as you tried to retreat out of the ruins to regroup. This time it was a pack of giant, flying eels twenty feet long, swirling through the air like giant corkscrews. Most of the rest of the tuneservants were killed, and Qasida's noble steed was slain saving her life.

Badly wounded, the two of you and a sole remaining tuneservant fled for the edge of the city. You were so busy looking back and up, you didn't notice the hobgoblin ambush until they were on top of you. Kas and Euin were clubbed unconscious, and when you awoke you found yourselves tied up in a dirt cellar. Your armor and weapons had been taken from you, but crude dressings had been put on your wounds.

That was about a day ago, you think. A large hobgoblin has come in several times to shout at you, but so far they haven't done anything worse.

You've gotten a bit of rest and have been quietly trying to plot an escape before hunger and thirst, or hobgoblin viciousness, become debilitating. You're close to getting yourselves out of the ropes when you hear shouting in the hall outside. Heavy footfalls go running from left to right, and there's a choked gurgle.

Suddenly the door slams open, kicked in by a moon elven woman whose face is mostly covered in sun-bleached cloth. Her cold eyes sweep over you, judging you quickly, then turn away. A hobgoblin rushes her from further down the hall, screaming. She parries his blade with a jet black long sword and slams the palm of her hand into his chest. The hobgoblin flies backward, his body bursting apart like a bladder of goat's blood.

Silence falls once again.

((ooc: While it's not a perfect match for the upper floor layout, have a map of Bag End to get a general feel for the layout of this former inn and tavern. The upper floor had the taproom, kitchen, and most of the guest rooms. The lower level, which you've just finished clearing, was mostly food and supply storage, but also had a couple of stone-lined rooms decorated to gnomish sensibilities. It's in one of those that you've found Kas and Euin. Karilla is in the door, the rest of the group is in the hall outside unless you say otherwise.

And welcome to the game, Euin and Qasida))



Krackor Steelfist
player, 1280 posts
Lord Protector Steelfist
AC: -5/-3/-4. HP: 54/48
Mon 10 Aug 2020
at 19:34
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Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

As he arrived at one end of the corridor and heard the gurgle a the last of it's air escaped the Hobgoblin, Krackor saw his companions, so he waves and gave a big grin from his open faced helmet.

Not being quiet, in case he was able to attract some more enemies:  You left any more for me?  He looked around hopeful that one heard him and came out.  He wanted to offer it peace, peace via the hard end of his Battleaxe.
Qasida
player, 4 posts
AC: -1 [AC: 0 w/o Shield]
HP: 67 / 67
Mon 10 Aug 2020
at 21:45
  • msg #3

Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Qasida spared a hopeful glance at Euin as the robed woman darkened their doorway and made short work of the guards.  This was just the chance that they had desperately needed.

"Euin!"  She exclaimed in an accented common, straining against the last of her bonds.  "We've been delivered by pearl."

The calishite woman was a slim thing.  Petite.  It stood out as odd perhaps, given the amount of ropes the hobgoblins had felt it necessary to use.  Her robes were of pale linen, dusty and dirty from sleeping rough in the storeroom.  Like her would-be rescuer, she too was wearing a kufiyya, but the cloth wrapping had long since fallen out of place, left to pile around her shoulders.  This left her long dark brown tresses to tumble free in a chaotic mess that was more than a few days' removed from any comb.  Her skin was a dusky and rich shade of almond brown; it told of generations spent under an unforgiving sun.

But her eyes ... there was something striking in them.

They had the look of a woman unruffled by her current predicament.  Pleased, to be sure, at the turn of events ... but there were no tear-stains upon her dusty face.  This was not a woman who had been idling hopelessly away, dreading that the worst was going to happen to her and bemoaning her fate.  Rather, she had been expecting it.  Took it as certain.  Filled with a steely resolve ... had preparing for it, even.
Qasida
player, 5 posts
AC: -1 [AC: 0 w/o Shield]
HP: 67 / 67
Mon 10 Aug 2020
at 21:48
  • msg #4

Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

"Thank the powers."  Kas continued, shifting on the floor so that she could address the mystery woman.  She held out her bound wrists, her skin raw and chafed where the rough cords had cut into her flesh.

"Would you free us?"
Euin Hawkhand
player, 5 posts
Harper
Mon 10 Aug 2020
at 23:10
  • msg #5

Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

In reply to Qasida (msg # 3):

As the door slamed open, Euin who had been silently brooding over their predicament, looked up. He was tall, lean, and muscular. He was neither human nor elf, but a combination of the two. His sun blonde hair lay matted and sweaty against his head. His traveling leathers had seen their better days.

That it was a Moon Elf at the door, the Harper thought things were definitely looking up. Yet, as Kas shouted their deliverance, Euin was not as sure. He had seen many things on the road and in service to the Harpers. This could easily be a trick of some kind. Then again, Euin had left word in Ashabenford where he was going so maybe... just maybe... no! No way they could have found him this quick. Unless someone had tracked his pin... doubtful!

"Perhaps Kas." Euin said softly, his light blue eyes looking over there would be rescuer. "I am Euin and this is Kas. If you are here to rescue us, I'd suggest you be quick. You know this place holds worse dangers than Hob's. Aye much worse!"

Those same blue eyes drifted to his dusky Calishite companion, and his heart sank a bit. It was his fault they were here in the first place. Euin swallowed hard and faced the Moon Elf once more.

"See? We've done you a service. Almost freed ourselves, right Kas? We can not offer you reward, save if you free us and restore our gear, I swear to fight by your side on the sword of my father, Aramil Of The Free Folk. That is when I have my sword of course." For the first time Euin smiled and gave the Moon Elf a wink.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:23, Mon 10 Aug 2020.
Karilla Silveroak
player, 302 posts
HP 51/51
AC 2 (0 w/SWpnS)
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 02:46
  • msg #6

Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Karilla stared critically at the prisoners and heard their pleas. She doubted that the half-elf and human were aligned with the hobgoblins but she had not survived this long on assumptions.

"Almost freed yourselves... She roughly chuckled at the statement."I know well the dangers of this place. How did you two manage to get captured by creatures that were a step above mewling kittens? On one hand, you could have been sided with them and then they do what hobgoblins do and captured you for food or torture. Or, you two are so ridiculously egotistical in your abilities that you believed yourself prepared for this deathtrap. Which one is it?"
This message was last edited by the player at 02:49, Tue 11 Aug 2020.
Kitheras Sunblade
player, 276 posts
AC: -1 THAC0: 15
HP: 41 / 41
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 03:20
  • msg #7

Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Kitheras touched Karilla on the shoulder to gain passage into the room.

Kitheras is dressed like a woodsman or one given to long journeys, but his clothing and armor are of a clean and noble cut--not the rustic and oft patched garb of a mere forester. His bearing and accouterments make clear that it isn't he that belongs to the woods--the woods belong to him.  At six feet he is a staggeringly tall elf, and of an odd coloration for Moon Elves. Chestnut hair and green eyes, much like a wood elf.  No wood elf ever displayed himself so composed.  Blood spatters the backs of his gauntlets--the remnants of the quick work he put his dual short swords to recently.  This closer level of investigation reveals that while he had previously seemed unarmored, in fact he was wearing his suit of mail beneath his clothing--elven mail!  Behind the small of his back he also wears a leather pouch concealing pipes within.

"Karilla, I don't mean to infringe upon your interrogation, but perhaps we'd best let them introduce themselves first. If we suspect them we have the means to learn their truths by reading their minds." His easy smile made it seem simultaneously a joke, but also well within their capability.

"I am Kitheras Sunblade.  Welcome to hell. May I presume to liberate you from your bonds?"
Corym Ildroun
player, 2125 posts
28/28 HP
AC 0
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 03:23
  • msg #8

Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Corym listened to the growing dialogue--fools.

He quickly stole back through the rooms they had cleared and searched for the lost lore and treasures of Myth Drannor.

OOC: Using my looting proficiency to make quick work of the rooms: 22:22,

 Today: Corym Ildroun rolled 121 using 10d20 with rolls of 18,7,15,4,10,12,13,3,20,19.  Looting.

Euin Hawkhand
player, 6 posts
Harper
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 04:09
  • msg #9

Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

In reply to Karilla Silveroak (msg # 6):

Euin's smile remained as he snorted at the Moon Elf's reply. Hobgoblins may not be the worthiest of opponents, but all those that followed the Harp knew it was only Tymora's blessings that kept them from death, rather than good steel. Most times it was the case. Euin shook his head slowly, who was being egotistical now? Yet, before he could answer her for truth, another elf entered the room.

His grace and the way he carried himself reminded Euin of his father. The Haper's pale blue eyes followed him as he closed the distance between Kas and he. Those keen eyes noted both the blood splatted gauntlets and the faint outline of mail beneath his clothing. Euin knew it well for he now wore his father's mail which was not unlike this other elf's. Though the noble elf's words were less offensive, there remained a hammer beneath the silk of that voice.

As he introduced himself, Euin gave him a half bow as best he could. The captive's current position preventing a courtly one. Master Sunblade naming this place hell was not far off the mark. The elf's offer of freedom was met with a nod.

"Well met Master Sunblade. I am Euin Hawkhand. If you may, please liberate the young lady first." he finished with a nod toward Kas. "May I ask if you serve the lords of The Elven Court? If so, I am known to some as was my father."
This message was lightly edited by the player at 04:32, Tue 11 Aug 2020.
Krackor Steelfist
player, 1281 posts
Lord Protector Steelfist
AC: -5/-3/-4. HP: 54/48
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 10:27
  • msg #10

Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

In reply to Euin Hawkhand (msg # 9):

The Dwarven Guardian Priest was taken aback when no answer came but both Karilla and Kitheras turned into a room and muffled words were said. He guessed they had found something that Moon Elves found interesting. He continued looking for enemies, these two had turned their backs on the corridor before all rooms had been cleared or checked - Fools but he knew they could handle themselves.

Raising his voice without shouting Are all rooms checked or are we focusing on a single room? Corym, Captain, you cleared your half yet?

Krackor had already quickly checked his half of the complex, he was ready to relax but knew as always, he couldn't, not until his roll was done, he had a job to protect these others and that was what he was going to do.

The tall Dwarf clanked passed the room where the conversation was taken place and checked the room across from them, this time taking his time in case he was needed, his companions may have been charmed in some way as he had received no response. He rushed passed the room to ensure he too was not ensorcelled.
Corym Ildroun
player, 2126 posts
28/28 HP
AC 0
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 12:00
  • msg #11

Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Krackor Steelfist:
As he arrived at one end of the corridor and heard the gurgle a the last of it's air escaped the Hobgoblin, Krackor saw his companions, so he waves and gave a big grin from his open faced helmet.

Not being quiet, in case he was able to attract some more enemies:  You left any more for me?  He looked around hopeful that one heard him and came out.  He wanted to offer it peace, peace via the hard end of his Battleaxe.


Corym looked up from his task--"All clear" he gives the silent hand signal, and seems to cringe when Kitheras and Karilla break operational silence.  He further gestures to indicate that he's going to start breaking down each room.

If you should watch while he does so, you will notice that his method--at least here--seems to have altered considerably.

In Bhepel Tower Corym moved with the hesitancy and thoroughness of an apprentice performing before the watchful gaze of a cruel master.  Now you can see his eyes attack a room with experience, his mental powers determining probabilities, and then insightfully making choices in lieu of his normal blanket coverage.

((I took the Looting proficiency, which should help me turn these rooms over faster, and finally worked out with the DM how it should function.))
Kitheras Sunblade
player, 277 posts
AC: -1 THAC0: 15
HP: 41 / 41
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 12:08
  • msg #12

Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Euin Hawkhand:
As he introduced himself, Euin gave him a half bow as best he could. The captive's current position preventing a courtly one. Master Sunblade naming this place hell was not far off the mark. The elf's offer of freedom was met with a nod.

"Well met Master Sunblade. I am Euin Hawkhand. If you may, please liberate the young lady first." he finished with a nod toward Kas. "May I ask if you serve the lords of The Elven Court? If so, I am known to some as was my father."


Kitheras smiled warmly, produced a knife competent to the work, and began cutting the bonds of the captives. "Serve them?  It was my understanding that they had abandoned these shores.  We have met with the elders at Bristar, but they seem to have lost their vigor.  They neither compel nor desire our service I think, though they did not impede it."  The work quickly done, Kitheras produced a water skin and offered it up, and then backed away knowing the claustrophobia that being held captive may induce. "Please, refresh yourselves.  All of the People that are in are company are born of Evereska--it is the hill elders we serve. Corym's family, though, immigrated from Myth Drannor after the fall.  I shall allow our Captain to make his own introduction when you are prepared."
Karilla Silveroak
player, 303 posts
HP 51/51
AC 2 (0 w/SWpnS)
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 13:58
  • msg #13

Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Karilla noticeably flinched at being touched on the shoulder by Kitheras. She tried to remind herself that he was allied with her brother and so he couldn't be all bad. It was a mental battle with herself to not instinctually throw him into the wall. Memories flooded her mind. Punishments for breaking the rules. Panic started to set in.

She could feel the walls pushing in on her. The room began to shrink and her vision darkened. There was a weight on her chest that would not let her breathe. She had to get out. Without a thought to anything else, she turned and bolted for the exit.
Qasida
player, 6 posts
AC: -1 [AC: 0 w/o Shield]
HP: 67 / 67
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 15:50
  • msg #14

Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Kas nodded her thanks at the tall elf, as she shook her bonds free.  She had some experience with the Tel-quessir, but failed to recognize Kitheras' differences for the story they told.

What she did not fail to notice, however, was the other would-be-rescuer's abrupt exodus.  The woman had been standoffish, almost.  Critical.  Chiding the pair in their moment of need, then wincing at her own comrade's touch before rushing off, finding somewhere else to be.

Concerned, Kas made a mental note, but left it unsaid.

Rising to her feet, she greeted Kitheras.  "Well met, Kitheras Sunblade."  She said, taking a long pull from the offered wineskin.

"I am Qasida yr Deidre al Milil.  Knight-Congregant of the Harmonious Order and beloved of the One True Hand of All-Wise Oghma."  She said in her accented common, the sounds themselves had a lilting, almost lyrical quality.

She raised her left hand and performed the annuv ... a traditional gesture that allowed for titles to be left unsaid between friends.  Fingertips together, palm facing Kitheras, she rotated her hand until her palm faced her heart.

"You may call me Kas."
DM
GM, 2959 posts
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 16:30
  • msg #15

Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Corym

The first thing you discover, in the other gnomishly decorated room one door further down the hall, is an awkward pile of armor, weapons, and other adventuring equipment. All of it is modern and well cared for. You guess it's the gear of the two people the rest of the group has been talking with. Apparently the hobgoblins hadn't yet decided who would get what parts of loot.

The burrow itself is not particularly interesting. The hobgoblins were only the most recent of many occupiers, each one taking everything they could from the place. The walls and floor are mostly bare dirt, with just enough wood along the edges to speak to hardwood flooring and panelling. Furniture is smashed or gone for firewood, linens likewise. One of the cellar pantries has Myth Drannan meat hooks with fresh deer carcasses hanging on them.

But if the rooms themselves are uninteresting, the hobgoblins themselves are the most strangely equipped group of goblinoids you've ever encountered. Hobgoblins, in your experience, tend towards the rigid and controlling, with the result that often their gear takes on a similar look.

Not here. Some of the hobgoblins are dressed in well-made leather clothing, others are dressed in little more than rags. A few have furs or hides, not all of them from creatures you immediately recognize. Two of them have adapted what looks like formal elven court wear (mostly by tearing off the sleeves and ripping the tunics and pants enough to fit). For armor, most of them have boiled leather augmented by scavenged pieces of metal or the odd segments of chain mail, but one of them is wearing an almost-complete set of plate mail with human maker's marks.

The weapons are even more diverse. They range from simple clubs with nails through a variety of swords, hammers, and axes of both human and dwarven design. Most of the weapons look modern, but there's the occasional form or decoration that strikes you as much older. Three hobgoblins were even wielding thinblades, a long sword variant only used in Cormanthor that fell out of fashion three thousand years ago.

Value-wise, the thinblades are probably the most valuable objects the hobgoblins have. They also have about forty coins, mostly silver and gold. They're a mix of modern Cormyrian and Sembian, with some older oblong coins. The oblong silver coins are stamped with crossed axes and the golds are stamped with a pile of scrolls. There's also a single oblong platinum piece stamped with a female elven head in profile. Also, most of the deer carcasses are fresh, if you wanted some additional meat.

((ooc: All of Kas's and Euin's gear is in the room next to them. They can get themselves re-equipped easily once they're free.))
Euin Hawkhand
player, 7 posts
AC 3 (2 w/ Shield 0 w/ R)
HP 55/55
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 16:33
  • msg #16

Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Euin nodded his thanks as Kitheras cut his bonds and rose stiffly, flexing his fingers to restore the blood flow. As the waterskin was offered, he nodded toward Kas, so she may drink first. Before the Calishite Sister of Milil could speak, the door guardian fled. Euin saw the same one flinch at Master Sunblade's touch only heartbeats before.

Battle-scared most like...

Euin allowed Qasida to introduce herself. The Harper never grew tired of hearing her sweet lilting voice. She had been a good road companion, in battle and outside of it. Again Euin felt a pang of guilt knowing he was responsible for their capture and for the deaths of those he led here.  As the waterskin passed his way, Euin drank of it but sparingly. With the introductions done, Euin returned the waterskin with his thanks.

"Evereska? Fortress Of The People... you are far from home then. Yet, on this day I am truly glad of it. Is your suspicious friend well? Adomhoar*?" Euin said the elven word for unrest with some concern. It could be also used for battle-weary. "I... I was unkind in my manner, my pardon. I thank you for the water... sweet water. Perhaps Kas and I can repay you by assisting your leave of this place? When you find our gear, hopefully I might add, I can prove to you I am a friend and not your foe."
Corym Ildroun
player, 2127 posts
28/28 HP
AC 0
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 16:37
  • msg #17

Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Corym watched as Karilla rushed past and fell in behind her.  She seemed like she was running from danger—which wasn’t an especially characteristic behavior.  He stopped what he was doing and fell in behind her. “Karilla, help me!” he whispered harshly.

He knew that she wouldn’t listen to a rational appeal. Similarly, she would react poorly to trying to restrain her.  Instead he tried to appeal to her heart in order to stop her from rushing out the exit and exposing their existence to the city.

Whatever else was going wrong could be managed as long as their secrecy continued to be preserved.  If broken, there would be no ability to resolve things at all because the whole demon-ridden city would fall on them.
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:52, Tue 11 Aug 2020.
Kitheras Sunblade
player, 278 posts
AC: -1 THAC0: 15
HP: 41 / 41
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 16:47
  • msg #18

Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Kitheras flinched as Karilla fled.  “To be honest, I’ve known her for one sunset longer than I’ve known you two, so I truly have no grasp on her distress.  Having seen her work on the Hobgoblins I think it prudent that we all try to walk softly.”  He looked at his offending fingertips, “And apparently don’t touch.”

To Qasida,

Kitheras’ mind tried to process Qasida’s accent and looked for some guide as to how to interact with her appropriately.  There had been Calishites in the Western Heartlands, but those were not their lands, and they had not been his targets.  Resignedly, he decided to greet the delicate young human with the manners of his own land.

His smile was content and peaceful, as placid as the eternal life he sought to provide for the People of his land. “May the sun and stars shine on our meeting Qasida.” His mouth forms her name awkwardly, but purposefully. Kitheras knew the value of names as well as the value of making an effort to pronounce names.   “Perhaps our songs may find harmony together. The music of many lands fills our hearts with the truth of the common spirit of disparate people.” He repeats her gesture to her as best he can, his natural grace mimicking the movements but likely with an alien flair.
This message was last edited by the player at 17:58, Tue 11 Aug 2020.
Kitheras Sunblade
player, 279 posts
AC: -1 THAC0: 15
HP: 41 / 41
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 18:08
  • msg #19

Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Euin Hawkhand:
"Evereska? Fortress Of The People... you are far from home then. Yet, on this day I am truly glad of it. Is your suspicious friend well? Adomhoar*?" Euin said the elven word for unrest with some concern. It could be also used for battle-weary. "I... I was unkind in my manner, my pardon. I thank you for the water... sweet water. Perhaps Kas and I can repay you by assisting your leave of this place? When you find our gear, hopefully I might add, I can prove to you I am a friend and not your foe."


Kitheras smiled grimly. "You can assist us, but not in leaving.  What we're here for is here.  We've only just arrived and established a fortuitously secure base of operations. I scouted the area yesterday and now we've set about tamping down the security threats.  The hobgoblins seemed uniquely dangerous because of their activity and organization and became our first targets.  There's a building or two nearby we'll undertake as well before venturing farther into the city in search of our objective."

The noble elf smiles more genuinely now, "As for your equipment, I'm sure Corym will have located it by now.  He's a good elf, and thorough."  He pauses a moment, and corrects himself, "Perhaps fixated is a more accurate term. He keeps us on track and is every watchful--but I'd guess that he's tending to our distressed companion."

Looking to both newcomers, "If you're well, perhaps we can find your arms together while Corym and Elorfindar calm Karilla's stormy winds."
Krackor Steelfist
player, 1283 posts
Lord Protector Steelfist
AC: -5/-3/-4. HP: 54/48
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 19:03
  • msg #20

Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

By the time Karilla has stormed off, Krackor was just finishing checking his room and about to enter the next when Corym exited it to follow Karilla.  He looked into that room, just to be sure, then went back to where Karilla and Kitheras had been standing, just as Kitheras finished giving away details of their plans to.... People.

Krackor now understood what the talking was all about, he had only caught the last sentence but now it made sense to him.  Kitheras, I see you have prisoners, that you have now let free.  I take it you two were prisoners of the Hobgoblins rather than my companion, since he is telling you of our plans, I do hope that this is not a ploy, a plot to trick us!

His normal cheery smile appeared more as a frown, something he so rarely did, that it was almost sinister.  As I am sure my colleague has no doubt already told you  Looking pointedly at Kitheras then back at the two in front of him, We are newly into Myth Drannor searching.  You it seems are why the Lord of the Bronze Mask didn't feel a need to advise me, there were less Hobgoblins that we thought, did you take some of them out before we arrived?

Plans divulged, prisoners freed so easily.  He hoped Kitheras knew what he was doing. Patting him on the back I'm sure you know what you are doing and got this under control.  The tall Dwarf's smile then returned as though all was done and now it was time to continue.  I say we make a move back the way you came, did you have anything with you that the Hobgoblins stripped you of? and if so, do you know where it is?
This message was last edited by the player at 19:05, Tue 11 Aug 2020.
Karilla Silveroak
player, 304 posts
HP 51/51
AC 2 (0 w/SWpnS)
Tue 11 Aug 2020
at 19:20
  • msg #21

Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Karilla could feel her vision tunneling as she was nearly sprinting for the exit. She heard Corym's hushed call to her but she was in no mood to discuss her feelings or to be lectured about how she should behave.

As she neared the exterior door, she focused her mind and she no longer held her previous form as she became one with the objects and images that surrounded her. She completely blended with the background, just like a chameleon.

In her fearful state, she knew of only one place that would make herself feel better. She rushed back to the tower, finding her kank, Elo #158, in the same side mudroom that Karilla had left him before the fight. She went into his saddlebags which were hanging on the wall and grabbed some treats for her arthropod friend. She sat down next to it, with her back pushed up against its' thorax both for physical support and mental comfort. She then spent time absentmindedly feeding her friend while trying to remind herself that she is ok and that it will take time to adjust to this new normal.
Corym Ildroun
player, 2129 posts
28/28 HP
AC 0
Wed 12 Aug 2020
at 00:55
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Re: Myth Drannor - New Beginnings

Corym stood near the exit uncertain whether to cloak and chase or leave her alone. He thought things through.

She's traumatized from being in perpetual danger on a hell world alone for a century.

She was fine with danger before the hellworld, so this is probably more about being alone.

She named 158 bug-horses after her brother, meaning this is probably mostly about being alone.

Being alone out here is dangerous.

A good captain wouldn't leave a teammate alone. Especially when they're hurt.

She seemed hurt.

I should go to her.


Corym touched bases with Krackor--"Karilla left, she's alone, I'm going after her."  Then he noticed the two prisoners in the room and waved awkwardly. Idiot. Say something. "Uh... I'm glad you're not dead." Something else. Gotta go!  Or trying to kill us."  That went well.

He cast an invisibility spell and went out looking for Karilla.  The tower made sense, but maybe the bug-horse.  A stank she called it?

This was all weird.  All wrong.  He always knew what to say when it was about the mission.  Knew what to do when it was about the goal.  What about just dealing, being with people? Somehow that seemed impossible.

When he saw her near her stank, Corym said softly to the air. "I know you don't want to talk, and you don't want me to be here.  Don't worry, because I don't know what to say.  I just couldn't lose you again, or leave you alone again.  Ever since we came here I've been trying to hold us together. Together and alive. So, I'm just going to sit here--invisibly." Awkward pause.  "That seems like a nice stank."
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