SkittleBrew
Veteran XV
I am fine with this. Do you mind if I post my modifiers along with my decisions?
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I am fine with this. Do you mind if I post my modifiers along with my decisions?
"They were going crazy in the penny seats, shouting for Grog, but he wouldn't go on. There was an evil animist druid in a tower up the lane that might have the cookies in his chest, so me and Jimmy Page and the drummer set off."
Constable Gladenstone said:Deacon Dead Ben. I'm sorry to disturb you this evening, but I need your assistance. Men have been killed on the road to Harrowdale. Some may be wounded or dying. It is possible that the creatures that did this murder may have hauled survivors off to where ever it is that these savages live. I am assembling a posse to ride out to uncover the details of this atrocity. Will you join us? There is a mount waiting outside. We need to be on our way very shortly.
Dead Ben
You cross the temple and reach the antechamber where Constable Gladenstone is speaking quietly with a Novice.
The Novice, standing tensely by, waits for your response and for any orders you might have.
What do you do?
Constable Gladenstone said:The attack was on a merchant wagon by an unknown number of goblins. A guard who had survived the encounter and rode hard to bring us the news, is the only way we know anything at all about what happened.
The attack happened about ten miles up the road toward Harrowdale. depending on how far we have to track these savages, we may be gone longer than a day.
Constable Gladenstone said:Come along, others should be waiting for us at the gate by now.
Havax
Days pass by. Nights come and go. You've found you've fallen into a routine existence.
Each morning, before dawn, you trek out into the surrounding forests and hillsides to check and collect the snares you set the night before. Frequently, your efforts are rewarded with a rabbit or an occasional pheasant which make for a satisfying supper, as opposed to a meal of dried meat, hard cheese and stale bread.
After morning meals, when all of your companions have collected their belongings and bundled away their bedrolls and shelter halves, you have your daily meetings with Lord Shitwizard, the other dwarves and Aldren. With a map spread out on the ground, you point out a land mark or topographical feature that lies in the northerly direction the party will be traveling and then point to it's location where it can be seen on the horizon.
Once you're confident that they know where they are going, you set out. Preferring to keep a mile or two ahead of the dwarves, with the slow measure of their supply burdened pack mules, you're able to keep a leisurely pace, allowing you plenty of time to occasionally dismount and inspect the tracks on a game trail, or to scramble up a hill to see what's on the other side before silhouetting yourself, and your mount, to who or whatever may be lurking on the other side. (I think this is officially the longest sentence I've ever written) (edit: 74 words, 402 characters)
Reaching the way points you establish with the dwarves, you're given opportunities to scout out the surrounding areas. When they arrive, you move on to the next land mark. This process is repeated again and again until a couple of hours before sunset.
When dusk approaches, the dwarves use the last of the remaining daylight to set up camp, collect firewood, and if you're lucky, prepare a meal of rabbit or pheasant. As the sun is reaching the horizon, you hike out to, once again, set your snares before returning to your meal and bedroll.
When night settles in, a rotating watch is established: each member of the party takes a 1 hour turn tending the fire and keeping their ears open and their eyes peeled for any sign of danger. This allows everyone a minimum of 8 hours for sleep, if they choose.
As dawn arrives, the whole of the last day's events are repeated.
players: this is pretty much the description of all of the typical day to day events that happen while you are traveling. If you want to take a specific actions during these travels then please describe what you would like to do. For example: whittle away at a stick while you ride
To be continued...
As you contemplate the wonders of the heavens, out of the corner of your eye, you notice something strange on the side of the mountain, roughly two and a half miles distant. The glowing of a camp fire, then another and finally a third have sprung up.
What do you guys do?
Constable Gladenstone said:You, elf, you look like the ranger type or have I missed my mark? Unless we risk falling victim to the same ambush that befell the merchant, I would have you scout ahead on the road. See if you can detect any sign of those creatures before they have a chance to get into position to attack us as a whole.
Everyone else, be on constant alert. Lets move out!
Aldren Silverthorn said:Fuck me! If we can see their fires, they've probably seen ours!