The Dead Mountains.   Posted by GM.Group: 0
GM
 GM, 24 posts
Fri 16 May 2014
at 23:41
The Dead Mountains
The Dead Mountains are a hostile and deadly place. Rough terrain, horrible weather, and deadly monsters, only the strong venture here.
Gorim Goldhorn
 player, 2 posts
Tue 20 May 2014
at 00:57
Re: The Dead Mountains
Gorim knelt down, sliding his hand gently across the dirt path of the mountain he was on currently. He was a few paces away from the merchant and his group he was assisting, their attempt to smuggle illicit goods out of Zedia into Todmorden; poweful poisons, stolen jewelry, Zedian fineries, and Gorim could smell some weird kind of cheese.  Gorim never bothered to understand such fancies, but he supposed not everyone can make coin leading people through dangerous mountain paths. When the group caught up, Gorim could see the sweat dripping down, and it was not uncommon. Few could travel for so long and not be exhausted, they had been travelling for a few hours now, and Gorim himself was slowing becoming restless in his armor.

They needed to hurry and get closer to the base however, the longer they were in the mountains, the higher the chance bandits or wild beasts could appear. It was still light out, as they started their travels at sunrise, but he knew better to stay too long in the wild. "We only have a few more miles till we reach the base of the mountain, Then we will split ways." He could hear the whimpered sighs of disdain, but Gorim didn't care. He didn't like being near people for too long, so he wanted to be rid of this burden as soon as possible. He had his own errands to run, as it was his supply run day, and he wanted to get it done with. He rose to his feet, his platemail and tower shield weighing on him, but not enough to stagger him and continued on his way down the path.
GM
 GM, 96 posts
 My word is law.
 But I'm a cool guy :3
Tue 20 May 2014
at 04:43
Re: The Dead Mountains
The air was stale, the temperature only rose as they descended, and the ground was hard and rocky. It was probably one of the best days to do anything in the mountains. Of course, this probably also meant that this caravan was not the only thing stirring about today, any number of bandits, beasts, or other dangers could be lurking around every rock and boulder. One of the more tired merchants spoke up to their Minotaur guide.

"So, ye say ye come this way often? Is this a safe route? Should we be expecting anything coming our way but rocks and fatigue?"
Gorim Goldhorn
 player, 3 posts
Wed 21 May 2014
at 01:26
Re: The Dead Mountains
"Though the day is good for hunts and raids, I would take a guess most beasts and small groups tend to avoid a 9 foot tall heavily equipped Minotaur." He pondered for a bit before taking a whiff of the air around him, the scent was calming. "However..." he continued with a bit of dread, as was common on trips through these mountains "..we should still be wary of desperates. Larger bandit groups tend to be near the border, but those beasts and men who haven't fed in days will likely still test their luck."

He did not tense up at his own warning. It was natural for him to be ready on a moments notice, so becoming paranoid would only hinder him. How the merchants and their escorts felt was of no concern to him. He reiterated his tower shield, repositioning it just to possibly give them some comfort. Should they be lucky, they'll get through this with no harm, and should their luck turn south, they'll probably dead faster than they have time to regret it.
GM
 GM, 122 posts
 My word is law.
 But I'm a cool guy :3
Thu 22 May 2014
at 00:51
Re: The Dead Mountains


As the caravan continued a faint screech could be heard from up the mountain a little ways away, it almost sounded like....then it suddenly hit Gorim. Blood Beaks. Nasty beasts, landed somewhere in between bird and lizard. They usually stuck to the mountains, and they hatched during the summer, but they weren't normally on this road. A nest must have been made some time while Gorim was absent. The good news is that they weren't the most deadly thing in these mountains by a long shot, but the bad news was that they were probably some of the most hostile, and if the nest had hatch lings, the parents would be looking for food...

A shadow passed over the caravan, and some of the men began to get fidgety looking in the air for whatever caused it.
Gorim Goldhorn
 player, 4 posts
Thu 22 May 2014
at 02:55
Re: The Dead Mountains
Gorim wasted no time in hefting his shield and sword into his grip, looking into the sky. As was his ways he roared into the sky at his opponent, much to the chagrin of his escorts, and turned toward the group. "Stay close!" He began moving forward as the merchants hurdled close, their escort guards. Gnarly beasts Blood Beaks, though only slightly longer than humans, they had razor sharp beaks and talons on their feet and on the joints of their wings. Though they were mostly airborne their lives, they could walk on all fours, and most underestimated their speed while this way. Their heads were rounded at the top, with almost decomposing like leathery skin, which gave off an equal like smell. His mission was to get them off the mountain, but that wouldn't matter much as the beasts were quick and deadly. The most annoying part he thought was that it'd probably be up to him to clear out the nest later, though if they ran into it, then 2 birds with one stone.

As they made their way closer to the base, the screeching got more numerous and closer, meaning that the nest was close as well. He could distinguish at least 3 adults. Just then, the flapping of wings could be heard, too late in time to save the guard at the back as the Blood Beak snatched him up, his death scream alerting the other Blood Beaks toward their location. Of the 3 remaining guards, 2 of them drew their crossbows and shot at the incoming beasts. Effortlessly, they evaded the bolts, but unwittingly one got low enough for the 9 foot minotaur to slash with his sword. He missed bone, but got the leathery wings of the beast, and it crashed to the ground, screeching in agony as oozing dark green blood spilled out. Gorim quickly moved onto the beast and smashed it's skull with his hoof, but was almost as quickly knocked to the ground by a second, presumably the firsts mate. It scuttled across the ground at him in quick succession to its landing, and only barely did Gorim have time to bring up his shield to block it's beak. Even with his plate mail, Blood Beaks could sheer it with the right force.

He batted it aside with his shield, and in a fluid motion got to his feet and headbutted the beast, causing it to reel back, allowing Gorim to twist and smash it with his shield, knocking it on its back. As it squirmed to turn over, he thrust his sword into it's chest and twisted, with one final jolt, it fell dead. Gorim only now was able to focus on the people he was hired to escort, and it would probably make most squeamish. The third Blood Beak had landed and sliced through one of the guards, the other two trying their best at defeating it. Gorim turned a little more and noticed the fourth adult had returned, and attacked one of the merchant that attempted to flee from the chaos, and the other two now went into a flurry of panic as the creature encroached on them. Gorim wasted no effort in charging the one attacking the merchants, throwing his shield at it to attract its attention. It ducked the shield and screeched at him as it charged him as well. He slashed downward on it, but the damned things were smart, and it hand gripped the blade with it's talons on it's wings, and attempted to snap at him. Realizing the sword at the moment was a lost cause, he let go to jump to the side, but not nicked on his triceps, blood sliding down his arm quickly. He ignored the pain, and the though of possible infection from these disease ridden creatures, to grip it's head in his hands. The beasts had surprisingly thick necks, and with a lot of effort, he wrestled it to the ground and snapped it's neck.

He rose to his feet once again, grunting in exhaustion, turning to where the guards were. The final Blood Beak, apparently realizing it was outnumbered, even if it out classed all but himself. It gripped one of the guards that was knocked to the ground, unconscious after knocking his head against a boulder, and flew to the east, screeching in anger from it's fallen family. Gorim waited a few moments before sighing and picking up his sword and shield. One of the surviving merchants stomped towards him. "What did we pay you for?! You got one of us killed! By those beasts! You-" He was cut off as Gorim gripped him by the neck and lifted him up, the fat merchant choking. "You hired me to guide you through the mountains, and you knew the risks coming in." He let go and the merchant dropped, coughing and gasping for air. Gorim stared down at the man, standing tall. "Besides, you care not for his life." He kicked the bag the dead merchant had, his wares still intact, and the merchant he had in his grip moments ago looked at it with relief and then realized he was busted. "At least you don't have to split your ill-gotten profit any more." He let them catch their breaths, the surviving guard still in a panic, and bleeding all over, before continuing. The group encountered little more trouble for the rest of the trip. Todmorden was now only another hour at most away, and Gorim made a mental note to pick up some poultice to get rid of posible disease.
GM
 GM, 150 posts
 My word is law.
 But I'm a cool guy :3
Sun 25 May 2014
at 02:54
Re: The Dead Mountains
As the group reached the base of the mountain things quieted down. The merchants split ways from their Minotaur guide and took a more round about route to the city. Gorim could see the lights of the city from here. The road nearby was safe, a few bandits here and again, but none dumb enough to attack a giant warrior beast covered in green blood. It looked as though Gorim's luck had improved and he would be able to make it to Todmorden much faster than he originally had thought.
Gorim Goldhorn
 player, 21 posts
Wed 4 Jun 2014
at 00:50
Re: The Dead Mountains
Gorim decided to let himself rest for a small time, about 10 minutes, before he decided to make his way towards Todmorden. He still needed to sell his gems to his associate. Hopefully he'd still be there, he wasn't fond of the city much.

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