In Character: Toward Treona's Tower.   Posted by Dungeon Engine.Group: archive 0
Dungeon Engine
 GM, 14 posts
Sun 15 Jul 2018
at 21:57
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
You set out on your borrowed horses, heading northwest on the King's Road. The soft roar of the famous waterfall of the city of Ardev fades away behind you. Ahead of you, the road runs with remarkable straightness through the region of Breland known as the Nentir Vale. Over the horizon, still a few days away, are the Greywall Mountains.

Your destination is just short of those, in the foothills often called, unsettlingly, the Ogrefist Hills. You seek a tower some distance off the road according to the maps you were sent, home of one Treaona, a ritual magic user of some notable skill, or so you gather. There you are to meet Kiris Alkirk, who sent your invitations, and who is the scion of a family that once ruled the city of Kiris Dahn. "Once," because in the latter days of the Last War, a force of goblins swept suddenly into the town from the land to the west, known as Droaam, which is populated with monsters of all sorts. Those who could feel did so, leaving the city to the goblins and other such creatures. In the time since the War, and the establishment of Droaam as an actual country, rather than just a wildland of nightmarish monsters, there's been little enough motivation to restore the town, which is now on a recognized border. But Kiris Alkirk wants you to go in to the town for him. You can guess that he's interested in the legend of the "slaying stones" of Kiris Dahn, though supposedly those were all destroyed. But it's a job and a chance for some experience and some of you have your own reasons to want to go there as well.
Moya of Argaian
 Hexblade, 6 posts
 AC 16 F/R/W 14/12/16
 HP 26 Surges 8/8
Sun 15 Jul 2018
at 23:13
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
In reply to Dungeon Engine (msg # 1):

Moya casts a withering sneer at the robed Prester before turning her gaze to regard the others responding to Kiris' invitation. Her appraising glance lingers on the young woodsman a moment before she considers the oddly-dressed and -proportioned bald man curiously, shivers while regarding the other intense male, and peers carefully at the armored woman.

In the silence on the road she loudly clears her throat. "Right. Guess I'm doing this first. Okay, then, my name's Moya and I just have to ask, how come only us ladies are wearing the armor? I hope you don't expect me to, like, keep you guys safe or whatever. I'm a duelist, that whole 'hold the line' is so not me. And Prester can cook, so don't look at me when you get hungry. Ugh! Aaanyway, I sincerely hope that we can maintain a positive working relationship or whatever, so let's all be, like, best buds and stuff! Yay, right? Go team!"

This message was last edited by the player at 23:14, Sun 15 July 2018.

Tumanako
 Half-dwarf Invoker, 8 posts
Sun 15 Jul 2018
at 23:40
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
The "oddly-dressed and -proportioned bald man"  is a man with unusually thick, strong legs that taper into a thinner, wiry upper body. The two seem oddly joined, as if someone cut two people in two and slapped them together in the middle. He turns his bald head toward Moya and she realizes that he also lacks eyebrows--save his eyelashes, his head is hairless. His eyes are such a deep shade of grey that they seem almost black.

He turns to Moya, smirking in amusement at her comment. He pulls the sleeve of his robe back a bit and reveals a chainmail arm. "Perhaps you spoke too soon, Moya the duelist. I am, sadly, also not a "hold the line" person, though I will do my best to keep enemies from reaching and harming us. I do hope you all have more of an understanding of the politics of this particular situation; I have little grounding in such matters."
Moya of Argaian
 Hexblade, 7 posts
 AC 16 F/R/W 14/12/16
 HP 26 Surges 8/8
Sun 15 Jul 2018
at 23:52
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
In reply to Tumanako (msg # 3):

Moya shrugs. "Sorry, guy, I'm in this for the cash. Don't know and couldn't care less about politics. But, um, hey, us non-line-holders got to ironically stick together, right?" she says with a rueful smile.
Prester
 Human Wizard, 9 posts
 AC 15 F13 R15 W15
 24/24 Surge 8/8
Mon 16 Jul 2018
at 01:40
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
The aforementioned Prester shudders as he gets volunteered for kitchen duty from here until eternity.

He's a rough-and-tumble looking man in his mid-forties, still vigorous and hale but going just a little gray at his temples.  Surprisingly adept on the horse, the man keeps a spare hand on the simple hardwood staff stuffed into the saddle bag.

"I'm half-inclined to throw on some armor just to be in the other group." he groused, "Call me Prester.  I've been out in these parts for ten years or so.  Won't say I've got it down like a regular mountain man, but I can get pretty close.  In a fight I'm the godsdamned Wizard, which means I make the rules of reality cry in a corner, and send the other guys crying after them.  Which also makes me your new best friend."

He spares a glance toward the self-proclaimed "duelist"...

"Well...most of you anyway."
Tom Darkstorm
 Human Scout, 4 posts
 AC 16 HP 22
 FOR 14 REF 16 WILL 13
Mon 16 Jul 2018
at 02:13
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
Tom was the consummate professional, serious and no nonsense most of the time. Generally he did not indulge in idle chatter, concentrating on the road ahead and behind, looking both sides for any trouble or potential danger.  Scouting was his business and ensuring the safety of fellow travelers was his primary concern.

I am a ranger scout, ambush expert and two axe swinging fighter that likes to dance around the battlefield from time to time., he says with a slight, genuinely friendly grin indicating that while serious and no nonsense, he was no stick in the mud martinet. He simply was dedicated to his job.

OOC: 22:09, Today: Tom Darkstorm rolled 22 using 1d20+7.  Perception Check.

This message was last edited by the player at 02:15, Mon 16 July 2018.

Tumanako
 Half-dwarf Invoker, 9 posts
Mon 16 Jul 2018
at 02:29
Re: In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
Tumanako looked at Prester seriously. "Having armor does not make one a front-line fighter. Though what little I know of your arts tells me that you are better off without the armor. We will endeavor to keep the enemies from bothering you."
Lady Eryssia ir'Rabdor
 Human Paladin, 6 posts
Mon 16 Jul 2018
at 02:44
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
Someone was arriving fashionably late, that was good that was expected, it was a sign of self importance. At least that was what Eryssia kept telling herself. She arrived dead last, clad in precious and elegant white robes while covered in an equally white cloak.

She was trying her best not to call attention to herself, but  soon as she noticed five people already in the room, and gave up. She entered with a nervous smile and a sorry expression. "Good evening fine gentleman and lady, my name is Lady Eryssia ir'Rabdor fifth member of the junior corps of Her holy highness majesty' guards" she bowed with a reverence, and then, out of the blue, she jumped expressions to a more familiar tone "Hi Master Preston, long time no see"
Tumanako
 Half-dwarf Invoker, 10 posts
Mon 16 Jul 2018
at 02:47
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
Tumanako's face breaks into a smile. He nods to the newcomer and turns to Moya. "And there is our front-liner." He nods appreciatively to her.
Prester
 Human Wizard, 10 posts
 AC 15 F13 R15 W15
 24/24 Surge 8/8
Mon 16 Jul 2018
at 02:50
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
Prester's expression goes slightly pained as he's reminded of a life he thought he put behind him.

"Good evening, Lady ir'Rabdor...just Prester is fine." he says with a sort of resigned politeness.
Ehryk
 Shifter cleric, 4 posts
 AC16, F11-R13-W16
 25/25 - Surge 8/8 (6)
Mon 16 Jul 2018
at 05:50
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
The horses - especially his own - tended to be overly nervous for some reason. They shifted about, shuffling from side to side, ears flickering between alert forward and fearful backward. So as not to disturb the others' mounts, though he'd still struggle with his own large steed, the scruffy-looking man rode well to the rear. Risking setting them all off again, he nudged the muddy-colored animal forward when he saw them gathering for a bit of discussion.

"I-I'm very sorry. I'm not sure what's gotten into them. Perhaps... perhaps it's my cloak, it's said farm stock have a natural wariness of..." he trailed off before clearing his throat.

"The name's Ehryk. I hail from the region," he waved vaguely, "I came up a little short this spring in my hunting endeavors. Long story short, I've got some overdue debts to pay... I suppose I just, uh, just want to get his over with."

Across his back was a longbow and a furred quiver of goosefeather fletched arrows. His hide armor was stained and worn, held together by bits of rawhide and long buttons carved of bone. The rest of his gear was stuffed into a dilapidated rucksack and a worn but heavy blanket was tied up for bedding. Laying across the front of his saddle was a stout, and still rather green, javelin.

"That farmer we met, he said there'd be a long hedgerow up here somewhere. Water for the horses not far from there at a ford." Ehryk turned in his saddle to look back over his should at the road behind them. "Hope he made it where ever he was going..."

This message was last edited by the player at 17:20, Tue 17 July 2018.

Moya of Argaian
 Hexblade, 8 posts
 AC 16 F/R/W 14/12/16
 HP 26 Surges 8/8
Mon 16 Jul 2018
at 07:28
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
In reply to Prester (msg # 10):

Moya glances between Prester and the white woman. "A... Lady? Um, hello! You know each other? My...apologies, Lady ir'Rabdor. We should, like, talk." says Moya with a little grin.

"Nice to get everyone else's names too. Anyone know this Treona or Kiris people we're gonna meet and stuff? I'm not from around here and if I'm gonna help us make a good impression it would help if I knew what we're dealing with. Ehryk? Your input, please?" asks Moya, all sweet politeness.

This message was last edited by the player at 07:31, Mon 16 July 2018.

Dungeon Engine
 GM, 18 posts
Tue 17 Jul 2018
at 02:16
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
You travel onward, and it's pleasant enough going for now. The King's Road is an Orien trade road, built and maintained by members of the dragonmarked House Orien, many of whose members (and precious few others not of that house) bear the Mark of Passage. The natural inclination this gives them toward rituals of movement and travel means that their roads divert for only the most troublesome features of the land, and often not even then. At more than one point, the road goes straight over flowing water - not over a bridge, but over the water itself, some magic keeping your horses' hooves at the surface, and unaffected by the current. Yet once, moments after you pass, a fisherman's boat glides through that same section, unimpeded.

You sense that the road is not even truly as long as the distance you're travelling. At one point, the road comes to a steep ridge and enters a tunnel. Inside, you encounter not stone walls and a close atmosphere, but trees, spaced tightly together, their branches intertwined twenty feet or more above you and fragile-looking lanterns hung from them. The air is warm and there's a slight breeze, and sounds of animals. You catch an occasional glimmer of eyes, though the gaps in the foliage.

And then you're out, on the top of the ridge, dozens of feet higher and further along your direction of travel. At no point did you feel as though you were climbing, and you were only in the tunnel for a few moments.
Prester
 Human Wizard, 11 posts
 AC 15 F13 R15 W15
 24/24 Surge 8/8
Tue 17 Jul 2018
at 03:28
In Character: Toward Treona's Tower
Prester sees all the wonder and magic about him and inevitably begins grumbling, "Oh yes, lovely guys...nice trick with the river.  How hard was that to set up?  Years of magical research, geomantic finagling, all to do something people have done with wood and stone since there's been rivers and the need to cross them..."

He sighs, "It's idiots like that who gave us that big stupid crater where Cyre used to be...trying to solve every damn problem with magic."