(Hey I'm still here. I have trouble interpreting T3hDarkness' orders some reason so this time I decided not to fudge up)
Deslyon watched intently as Cysma attempted to bring the man back. But moments later they both knew the result as the guards thoughts and pain faded from this world.
"Unbelievable. It must have been a trap," he thought. "That old man led us into a nearly abandoned cave so that these savages could unleash a massive force on these poor folk."
"I'm not leaving until we find that bastard!! I'll tear his limbs apart!" Deslyon shouted over the fallen guard.
He looked at the two scouting elves ahead but couldn't help refrain from giving them a miserable face.
"Those damn elves. Just because it wasn't their own people they won't take into account the damage that was done."
He grimly walked towards the center square of the town, noticing the footprints engraved upon the ground.
"And that man... I'll be sure I'm the one who will rip his head apart to relieve the weight off his brittle shoulders."
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[QUOTE=t3hDarkness](goblets of whine?
(Lol, oops. I so can't spell somedays. Went back and fixed it.)
Edit: (I will not be available Sat/Sun as my IRL game for BESM is Sat. And I work for the next three days or so...Bleh. Next formal Storyline post will be Friday night possibly, but at the absolute latest, Mon after work. Feel free to RP conversation, formate plans, investigate the town further. I do give exp for good RP as well, so chatting among yourselves is encouraged.)
(Lol, oops. I so can't spell somedays. Went back and fixed it.)
Edit: (I will not be available Sat/Sun as my IRL game for BESM is Sat. And I work for the next three days or so...Bleh. Next formal Storyline post will be Friday night possibly, but at the absolute latest, Mon after work. Feel free to RP conversation, formate plans, investigate the town further. I do give exp for good RP as well, so chatting among yourselves is encouraged.)
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Cysma turned toward the elf as he stood back up.
"I am Cysma Winheim, a journeying crusader..."
He paused to survey the destruction before him.
"...and this is the kind of thing I crusade for. To avenge the wronged. I will gladly come along with your group if you will also avenge this village."
The long-dead guard caught his eye as he noticed him clutching something in one hand.
"What might this be?" He stooped down to pry out the object.
"I am Cysma Winheim, a journeying crusader..."
He paused to survey the destruction before him.
"...and this is the kind of thing I crusade for. To avenge the wronged. I will gladly come along with your group if you will also avenge this village."
The long-dead guard caught his eye as he noticed him clutching something in one hand.
"What might this be?" He stooped down to pry out the object.
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(I'll try not to give too many orders, just trying to give directions to the people that may have not played D&D before)
"Then welcome, too bad we had not met under brighter circumstances."
"Hmm, have you found something?" *Waiting to find out what said item is*
*Whistles to Elliot and Zerra to regroup*
"Elliot, I believe your assumption is correct. These simple goblins were most likely manipulated by a human and then poisoned."
*Pauses to check over the group*
"We should continue after the culprit immediately."
*Starts in the direction of the footprints*
"I have reason to believe we may run into traps along the way, so watch yourself."
"Then welcome, too bad we had not met under brighter circumstances."
"Hmm, have you found something?" *Waiting to find out what said item is*
*Whistles to Elliot and Zerra to regroup*
"Elliot, I believe your assumption is correct. These simple goblins were most likely manipulated by a human and then poisoned."
*Pauses to check over the group*
"We should continue after the culprit immediately."
*Starts in the direction of the footprints*
"I have reason to believe we may run into traps along the way, so watch yourself."
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((Running BESM this weekend... more storyline stuff on Monday I think?))
((Short reply to string people along for a moment...))
Cysma prys away the dead guardsman's fingers, revealing a small trinket. A single silver coin. Turning it over in his hands, he notices the etched silver design. It was very similar to imagery commonly seen on theatre masks. One contorted frowning face, and one gleeful (and maybe just slightly insane...) smile.
The party, led by Elliot and Tala, begin to follow the tracks through the town and ultimately out the gate residing on the other side of the village.
From the looks of the prints, The subject was lightly built and had humanoid sized feet. A small human? An elf? A large gnome? Something else?
At this point Zerra speaks up with a practical suggestion. "Before we leave the town, does anyone wish to gather equipment or rations from the rubble? And what about the dead, shall we bury them?"
((Loot now or forever hold your peace. Pretty much anything you could find or buy in a small farming village is fair game. If you're looking for something specific or weird speak up. Not likely to find magic items or spellbooks though.. The goblins weaponry and armour is also fair game, but consists mostly of clubs, poorly made knives, rusty swords, dented axes and the like. Anyone looking for money is likely to scrape up a few coins, but that's about it.))
((Short reply to string people along for a moment...))
Cysma prys away the dead guardsman's fingers, revealing a small trinket. A single silver coin. Turning it over in his hands, he notices the etched silver design. It was very similar to imagery commonly seen on theatre masks. One contorted frowning face, and one gleeful (and maybe just slightly insane...) smile.
The party, led by Elliot and Tala, begin to follow the tracks through the town and ultimately out the gate residing on the other side of the village.
From the looks of the prints, The subject was lightly built and had humanoid sized feet. A small human? An elf? A large gnome? Something else?
At this point Zerra speaks up with a practical suggestion. "Before we leave the town, does anyone wish to gather equipment or rations from the rubble? And what about the dead, shall we bury them?"
((Loot now or forever hold your peace. Pretty much anything you could find or buy in a small farming village is fair game. If you're looking for something specific or weird speak up. Not likely to find magic items or spellbooks though.. The goblins weaponry and armour is also fair game, but consists mostly of clubs, poorly made knives, rusty swords, dented axes and the like. Anyone looking for money is likely to scrape up a few coins, but that's about it.))
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Deslyon headed towards the inn the group had stayed in a couple of nights ago. He kicked the door wide open and entered the lobby. Inside, he found tables and chairs strewn about. Deep in his mind, he pictured the goblins rushing into town; the people fleeing out of the inn, knocking tables and chairs down to make a dash for the door and escape for their own sake. He looked outside and saw some of the mutilated. Many of them he knew were killed as soon as they stepped outside the inn.
He kicked some tables down and threw a few chairs across the room in anger as he searched for any signs of life, particularly the old man. He jumped behind the old oak front desk and snatched a pair of keys to the room the man was once in.
Walking down the hall, he approached the room and stopped briefly in front of the door. His heart began to tremble for a brief second as he froze. He reassured himself that everything would be fine as he softly opened the door and peered inside.
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He kicked some tables down and threw a few chairs across the room in anger as he searched for any signs of life, particularly the old man. He jumped behind the old oak front desk and snatched a pair of keys to the room the man was once in.
Walking down the hall, he approached the room and stopped briefly in front of the door. His heart began to tremble for a brief second as he froze. He reassured himself that everything would be fine as he softly opened the door and peered inside.
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"If we wait too long, the killer will escape, take what you need, and just burn the bodies."
*Tala paces for a moment, thinking*
"This whole town needs to be cleansed, we should burn it all and let the winds sweep it away."
"In the meanwhile, we will need food and supplies, I am going to check and see what is left of the merchant shops, there may be something of use."
(Looking for money and gems foremost and then any preserved food still tucked away in cellars and closets, no food from out in the open and nothing the goblins touched.)
*Tala paces for a moment, thinking*
"This whole town needs to be cleansed, we should burn it all and let the winds sweep it away."
"In the meanwhile, we will need food and supplies, I am going to check and see what is left of the merchant shops, there may be something of use."
(Looking for money and gems foremost and then any preserved food still tucked away in cellars and closets, no food from out in the open and nothing the goblins touched.)
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"Burn away the remains of the village?" Cysma snapped. "This may have been a small town full of humble peasants, but their hearts were in the right place. Even they deserve a proper burial."
He began to search the ruins for a shovel.
"By the way, don't worry about the culprit escaping. If he gets out of our grasp, I may be able to help find him. The guilty party is most likely evil, and I can detect evil as well as we can detect hot and cold air."
He began to search the ruins for a shovel.
"By the way, don't worry about the culprit escaping. If he gets out of our grasp, I may be able to help find him. The guilty party is most likely evil, and I can detect evil as well as we can detect hot and cold air."
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Tala heads to the nearest shop where he is able to find untouched rations for the next few days(4). He also finds one large green gem stashed away in the back of one display shelf. The stone seemed magical in nature, but was not an item that Tala himself had encountered before. On the floor he finds the remains of the merchant, in a similar condition to the rest of the villagers, but his coin pouch still intact.
(You find: 25gp, 10sp. The value of the gem is unknown, unless you have appraisal?.)
He returns outside where Cysma has already burried a few of the townsfolk. Zerra assists with the shoveling and tossing. "I can't help but wonder why someone would do this...." They begin rummaging up torches from around the town, preparing to set it ablaze.
While this is going on: Elliot searches the bodies of the poisoned goblins. Stowed away in a backpack he is able to uncover a weathered, tattered old map of the area.
The map indicates there is one major road ahead of them. Within the next twenty miles however, it forks around (what you can only fathom is a goblin-drawn picture of: )a massive swamp. The town to the east is labled "Orthos" and the town to the west is labled "Ankroth." Ultimately, the main road forks around the swamp only to re-connect on the other side, making Ankroth and Orthos and into a loop of sorts. Smaller roads can be sighted nearer to those two cities.
Deslyon takes a deep breath, putting his head up against the door as he convinces himself to enter the room. As his ear presses against the siding he can hear a strange sound coming from the next room. Metal creaking...? He cautiously peers around the doorway in the tavern. His eyes widen for a moment at what he sees.
The killer has out done himself this time. Hanging from six hooks and chain, is what remains of their previous employer. His skin shredded from his body like all the others. His eyes have been torn out, his tongue cut out, and his internal organs dangle from the ceiling. The tavern room is soaked in blood. His posessions have been dumped out across the floor, his spellbook shredded, as well as his clothing. Of all the corpses in town, the goblins had spent the most time and attention on this guy.
((Sorry short post...gotta clean house because its being shown again. blarg.)
Exp: 50 for everyone for RPing and story stuff...))
(You find: 25gp, 10sp. The value of the gem is unknown, unless you have appraisal?.)
He returns outside where Cysma has already burried a few of the townsfolk. Zerra assists with the shoveling and tossing. "I can't help but wonder why someone would do this...." They begin rummaging up torches from around the town, preparing to set it ablaze.
While this is going on: Elliot searches the bodies of the poisoned goblins. Stowed away in a backpack he is able to uncover a weathered, tattered old map of the area.
The map indicates there is one major road ahead of them. Within the next twenty miles however, it forks around (what you can only fathom is a goblin-drawn picture of: )a massive swamp. The town to the east is labled "Orthos" and the town to the west is labled "Ankroth." Ultimately, the main road forks around the swamp only to re-connect on the other side, making Ankroth and Orthos and into a loop of sorts. Smaller roads can be sighted nearer to those two cities.
Deslyon takes a deep breath, putting his head up against the door as he convinces himself to enter the room. As his ear presses against the siding he can hear a strange sound coming from the next room. Metal creaking...? He cautiously peers around the doorway in the tavern. His eyes widen for a moment at what he sees.
The killer has out done himself this time. Hanging from six hooks and chain, is what remains of their previous employer. His skin shredded from his body like all the others. His eyes have been torn out, his tongue cut out, and his internal organs dangle from the ceiling. The tavern room is soaked in blood. His posessions have been dumped out across the floor, his spellbook shredded, as well as his clothing. Of all the corpses in town, the goblins had spent the most time and attention on this guy.
((Sorry short post...gotta clean house because its being shown again. blarg.)
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Deslyon froze in his footsteps at the horrific sighting.
"My god..."
The sight was terrible. He immediately felt nausea overcome his body and vomited in the hallway. He quickly slammed the door shut and stood in the hallway to regain himself. He shivered while he reviewed exactly what he saw. For once, he began to feel sympathy towards the seemingly miserable man.
"Is there anything I can do for this poor man's sake?" he wondered.
He glanced down the hallway thinking of anything, anything that he could possibly do but came up with nothing.
He slowly traced his steps back towards the main lobby trying to assess the situation of the town.
"Someone was responsible for all of this. I was wrong to accuse the one and only person that could lead me to my fame. Fame, I'm here for the wrong reasons. This isn't why I should be here." His thinking patterns began to become disrupted with the sight of the tortured man etched in the back of his mind.
"Loot? There is nothing here but death. We need to leave, NOW. And stop this. We can't wait any longer."
Before leaving, he noticed an envelope, a blank piece of paper, and a pen that were laying out on the front desk. He took the items and pushed open the inn door and walked out. Peering back at the once furbished inn, he now saw exactly what toll the town had taken and what its residents went through. It was a rampage.
He paced away, hearing his own footprints hit the sand in the eerie silence that now plagued the village to return to his group.
"Tala is right. These corpses need to be burned as well as the entire town. The only way to cleanse this blighted town is to raze it. There is absolutely no need for anyone else to experience the terror we've seen here."
"My god..."
The sight was terrible. He immediately felt nausea overcome his body and vomited in the hallway. He quickly slammed the door shut and stood in the hallway to regain himself. He shivered while he reviewed exactly what he saw. For once, he began to feel sympathy towards the seemingly miserable man.
"Is there anything I can do for this poor man's sake?" he wondered.
He glanced down the hallway thinking of anything, anything that he could possibly do but came up with nothing.
He slowly traced his steps back towards the main lobby trying to assess the situation of the town.
"Someone was responsible for all of this. I was wrong to accuse the one and only person that could lead me to my fame. Fame, I'm here for the wrong reasons. This isn't why I should be here." His thinking patterns began to become disrupted with the sight of the tortured man etched in the back of his mind.
"Loot? There is nothing here but death. We need to leave, NOW. And stop this. We can't wait any longer."
Before leaving, he noticed an envelope, a blank piece of paper, and a pen that were laying out on the front desk. He took the items and pushed open the inn door and walked out. Peering back at the once furbished inn, he now saw exactly what toll the town had taken and what its residents went through. It was a rampage.
He paced away, hearing his own footprints hit the sand in the eerie silence that now plagued the village to return to his group.
"Tala is right. These corpses need to be burned as well as the entire town. The only way to cleanse this blighted town is to raze it. There is absolutely no need for anyone else to experience the terror we've seen here."
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As Cysma was returning to meet with the rest of the group, having buried all the dead he could with a day's stamina, he gathered his thoughts on what had happened to the village.
"What was done to this place is unforgiveable!" He announced to the group. "In the name of St. Cuthbert, I shall avenge these poor people!"
"What was done to this place is unforgiveable!" He announced to the group. "In the name of St. Cuthbert, I shall avenge these poor people!"
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After the burrying, looting and finally burning, the rest of the party catches up to Elliot, who has been searching the goblins for anything of use. It is at this time he turns up a weathered, old scroll upon one body. Unrolling it, reveals a crudely drawn map of the area.
From the village is a major road heading north. The road serves as some sort of trade route between the cities of the region. Most likely, stolen from some merchant. The major road continues forward for a good twenty miles before a major fork occurs. On the fork , a region can be identified as "Swamp Lands". The road curves around the swamp leading toward two different cities. The east most city is labled as Orthos and west most, Archron. Once arriving at Orthos or Archron - numerous other roads and paths are clearly labled.
From the village is a major road heading north. The road serves as some sort of trade route between the cities of the region. Most likely, stolen from some merchant. The major road continues forward for a good twenty miles before a major fork occurs. On the fork , a region can be identified as "Swamp Lands". The road curves around the swamp leading toward two different cities. The east most city is labled as Orthos and west most, Archron. Once arriving at Orthos or Archron - numerous other roads and paths are clearly labled.
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(Just wanted to add, Tala uses his spear as a traveler's staff so it is always at the ready.)
"This doesn't sit well with me, for something so small, these tracks shouldn't be so well pronounced from such a small creature. Elliot, would you take a look at this for a minute?"
*Spot/Search for traps*
"All of you, keep your eyes open, this may be a set up."
"This doesn't sit well with me, for something so small, these tracks shouldn't be so well pronounced from such a small creature. Elliot, would you take a look at this for a minute?"
*Spot/Search for traps*
"All of you, keep your eyes open, this may be a set up."
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Looking back at the burning town, Deslyon took out the piece of paper and pen and began writing a letter:
"Dear traveller,
Today, this peaceful town was the victim of a devastating attack. A large pack of ruthless goblins unexpectedly overran the town, slaughtering anyone in their path. In order to discover the truth and motive of this attack, we as a mercenary group are going to investigate this matter and guarantee the culprit will pay his or her dues. Although things may never be the same here again, I genuinely hope that all friends and family alike can recover from this horrendous incident.
- Anonymous"
Deslyon neatly folded the letter inside the envelope and dropped it in front of the town gates. He turned away from the town and ran to catch up with his comrades.
"Dear traveller,
Today, this peaceful town was the victim of a devastating attack. A large pack of ruthless goblins unexpectedly overran the town, slaughtering anyone in their path. In order to discover the truth and motive of this attack, we as a mercenary group are going to investigate this matter and guarantee the culprit will pay his or her dues. Although things may never be the same here again, I genuinely hope that all friends and family alike can recover from this horrendous incident.
- Anonymous"
Deslyon neatly folded the letter inside the envelope and dropped it in front of the town gates. He turned away from the town and ran to catch up with his comrades.
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Behind the party, the city burns thuroughly and peacefully without any trouble.
Elliot continues examining the tracks further, they are indeed from either human boots or something very simliar. The ground in this area has recently been wet, and is still soft.
A thurough examination of outside the town reveals no traps are present. (At least in the area you're moving through.) As you head down the road, the bootprints begin to mesh more with the firmer ground, and you can see from how worn the road is, that many travelers have journeyed up and down the same path as you.
The later afternoon sky begins to turn red as the sun slowly sinks toward the horizon in front of them. In a few short hours it will set completely.
The forest on each side of the road grows dark and quiet, aside from the chittering of squirrels, birds and crunching of leaves under the feet of the party.
Elliot continues examining the tracks further, they are indeed from either human boots or something very simliar. The ground in this area has recently been wet, and is still soft.
A thurough examination of outside the town reveals no traps are present. (At least in the area you're moving through.) As you head down the road, the bootprints begin to mesh more with the firmer ground, and you can see from how worn the road is, that many travelers have journeyed up and down the same path as you.
The later afternoon sky begins to turn red as the sun slowly sinks toward the horizon in front of them. In a few short hours it will set completely.
The forest on each side of the road grows dark and quiet, aside from the chittering of squirrels, birds and crunching of leaves under the feet of the party.
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