@LadyRunic I would most definitely rather hold off. Sorry to hear you are not feeling well. I hope you get better.
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@LadyRunic Cool thanks for that. from what I am reading, Arn is as old or older that some of these figures so would it be wrong to assume almost everyone in the village knows him or of him? I mean he does come every other winter or so depending on the success of his catches right? Also, should I wait for your reply or should I go ahead and post?
Fer gave a slight smirk. Despite the impending hard fight that was sure to befall the party, he could not help but be tickled by Auriel's maternal and firm direction to action. He did a mock salute. Despite this, he was also excited to see her in actual combat. She had been their coach and advisor all this time. She had kept to the sidelines to try and let the Heroes develop on their own. This time however, he was sure that she would be front and center dealing death and mayhem. No matter what one's beliefs and moral compass, death was death and weapons knew nothing of mercy or control. A gaping would would be the same weather it was delivered by a saint or by a demon. Some primordial sense inside Fer wanted to see the usually calm in controlled Auriel in the heat of battle. His cheeks reddened a little.
He made his way to the outside listening to Cole's veiled concern for him. He patted the sword on the shoulder. "Hey man, I am confident of what I am able to do. but even if I am not, you worry about the fight. Once we are in it, keeping tabs on everybody will be really hard." He knew from first hand experience how harrowing and chaotic battles where. There was a saying no plan survives first contact.
He gave Ariel a wink and set about trying to fashion whatever trap he could that would not require very much time and would be simple enough. He ended up able to make only three which where on the doorways between fences. As the door was opened, a branch under tension would be released and strike anybody about thigh or groin level. This would at the very least cause the bandits to move slowly which would give Fer some time.
He was finishing up the last one when he heard Cole call out a warning of approaching enemies. Fer made his way towards the edge of the barn and peeked around. He saw the horse and picked up a few decent size stones. If he hit the horse at the back, it might run wild and hurt some of the closer. The distance was too great however and instead he picked another target, something closer, like a bandit who sported no helmet.
He hoped that his arm was still in good order. He aimed carefully and let the rock fly. The man's eye would be the target. The force would be enough to seriously wound the man. The battle had begun....
He made his way to the outside listening to Cole's veiled concern for him. He patted the sword on the shoulder. "Hey man, I am confident of what I am able to do. but even if I am not, you worry about the fight. Once we are in it, keeping tabs on everybody will be really hard." He knew from first hand experience how harrowing and chaotic battles where. There was a saying no plan survives first contact.
He gave Ariel a wink and set about trying to fashion whatever trap he could that would not require very much time and would be simple enough. He ended up able to make only three which where on the doorways between fences. As the door was opened, a branch under tension would be released and strike anybody about thigh or groin level. This would at the very least cause the bandits to move slowly which would give Fer some time.
He was finishing up the last one when he heard Cole call out a warning of approaching enemies. Fer made his way towards the edge of the barn and peeked around. He saw the horse and picked up a few decent size stones. If he hit the horse at the back, it might run wild and hurt some of the closer. The distance was too great however and instead he picked another target, something closer, like a bandit who sported no helmet.
He hoped that his arm was still in good order. He aimed carefully and let the rock fly. The man's eye would be the target. The force would be enough to seriously wound the man. The battle had begun....
@Whoami be safe. you got lots of catching up to do lol. I expect a solid 1600 word essay with bibliography
@LadyRunic no pressure, I just assumed it would make the interactions and the descriptions better but I can play blind too.
sorry for the late post. I honestly thought I had posted but it was drafted only.
Fer had not been present for the summoning of the bow so he had no reference to what Cole was referring to. However, he shared his misgivings. A bow would definitely provide the firepower to even out any handicap that his lack of offensive capability brought to the table. He also wished the Spear would be present. It would perhaps be a better paring than Cole due to the reach. Either way, it was just the two of them and he was sure that they would not let any one get hurt and that thanks to their magical weapons, would be able to emerge at the end. Not unscratched perhaps but emerge at the very least.
The shield followed the gaze of the farmer as he saw the silo near the house. Like Cole, he knew that height was an advantage but it could also be a downside. He shrugged his shoulders at Cole’s suggestion. He had no problem being the focus of an attack. After all, that was literally his entire reason for being in the party.
“I have no issue drawing them in as you fall from the heavens like righteous punishment for their deeds.” The sarcasm was obvious in his voice but it was not meant to be a hidden snipe against Cole. “Auriel could flank them if necessary which would stir the pot and cause even more confusion on their ranks.”
He cracked his neck. “Also, I may not be able to use weapons but I don’t think that the shield will have any trouble if I set up traps. I used to be a hunter and trapper in my own world and we would not need much. It would create even more confusion and perhaps incapacitate few.”
He started looking around for any tools or stuff he could use. He turned to the farmer. “I will replace any damages that happen to your farm. Now where do you keep your tools, rope, a shovel and we are going to need a few sticks or small branches that can be sharpened .” His mind started to run trough possible scenarios and traps in his repertoire that might be useful.
The shield followed the gaze of the farmer as he saw the silo near the house. Like Cole, he knew that height was an advantage but it could also be a downside. He shrugged his shoulders at Cole’s suggestion. He had no problem being the focus of an attack. After all, that was literally his entire reason for being in the party.
“I have no issue drawing them in as you fall from the heavens like righteous punishment for their deeds.” The sarcasm was obvious in his voice but it was not meant to be a hidden snipe against Cole. “Auriel could flank them if necessary which would stir the pot and cause even more confusion on their ranks.”
He cracked his neck. “Also, I may not be able to use weapons but I don’t think that the shield will have any trouble if I set up traps. I used to be a hunter and trapper in my own world and we would not need much. It would create even more confusion and perhaps incapacitate few.”
He started looking around for any tools or stuff he could use. He turned to the farmer. “I will replace any damages that happen to your farm. Now where do you keep your tools, rope, a shovel and we are going to need a few sticks or small branches that can be sharpened .” His mind started to run trough possible scenarios and traps in his repertoire that might be useful.
@LadyRunic Since Arn has been here a few times before and @Cyrania basically lives in Norn, could we have some sort of lay out and common folks we would encounter? Not an all inclusive list just perhaps a general idea so we can craft the posts. I think the only one who may not have much knowledge of the place would be @Blizz
Arn stopped just in front of the sentry. The wild looking man just barely discernable from beneath his layer of furs. He straightened up to his full height trying to loosen and stretch the sore muscles that had been employed in dragging his goods for days. He groaned as his knotted muscles relieved their tension. It had been a few days since he had started his journey. It was a good thing he knew how to smoke and salt the meat or it would have spoiled. The villagers preferred the meat fresh but the last buck he had taken down would have been much too heavy to pull in just a few days time.
He knew the young man that was in front of him. The lad must be his junior by about eight or so years. He grunted at the young fellow’s appraisal of the contents of his makeshift sled. The lad had a good eye. He made a decent hunter. Unfortunately, he had an idiot of a father who was more for drinking than for the skill of tracking and hunting. There had even been a time when the oaf had claimed that Arn had been stealing from the traps he and his boy…Bauld must be the name…had set. Out of spite, Arn had delivered many a hare and fowl to the very door of the man’s hut with the useless traps properly arranged and baited as if to say “this is how you do it you fool”.
The lad’s mom however, was a kind soul. Reminded Arn of his own. A stern and heavy handed woman but whose eyes could not hide the goodness and gentleness of her heart. He had always reserved the best furs for her. Even though she paid what she could and he could have gotten more somewhere else, he never objected. He had even let some go for a bowl of stew or some cooked fowl. The taste reminded him of home. Perhaps, in some way it was Arn’s only way to feel he was still human, still part of a family.
The mention of the strange spirit brought his mind back to the present. His eyes fell on the young lad, appraising and taking in what had been said. Bushy eyebrows furrowed in thought and consternation. There was no reason for the villager to lie. Indeed, even the mention of a spirit was to invite it into being. No sane person would willingly bring that sort of evil into their fold. That being said, the wild man had felt some sort of darkness in the wilds. He could not completely place it but there was small clues. The animals felt uneasy around certain kills. They had been mangled and butchered. No natural animal would eat like that. No natural animal did. The carcass would be left to rot when it would have normally fed scavengers and such.
Involuntarily Arn touched the lucky rabbit’s foot around his neck. He sported other various totems but that had always been extra special to him. The gnarled hands found some sort of comfort in it. He turned his gaze away from the villager breaking the few moments silent pause. There was no reason to worry about this until the time came. That was one of the secrets of animals. They cared about the hear and now. Live day by day.
The news about the southerner was good news. He had dealt with them only once or twice so he knew that they paid more and bartered better than the locals. It was either because they could appreciate the goods better or because they were not as knowledgeable. Either way, it meant that he would not have to do the odd job until spring came if his funds ran out.
He nodded to the sentry as if to request passage and at the same time as an acknowledgement. Even animals provided greetings to their own kinds. Arn would make his way towards the market square after being allowed to enter. He would deliver his meat first. The furs and other goods would be left until the market, two days hence.
He knew the young man that was in front of him. The lad must be his junior by about eight or so years. He grunted at the young fellow’s appraisal of the contents of his makeshift sled. The lad had a good eye. He made a decent hunter. Unfortunately, he had an idiot of a father who was more for drinking than for the skill of tracking and hunting. There had even been a time when the oaf had claimed that Arn had been stealing from the traps he and his boy…Bauld must be the name…had set. Out of spite, Arn had delivered many a hare and fowl to the very door of the man’s hut with the useless traps properly arranged and baited as if to say “this is how you do it you fool”.
The lad’s mom however, was a kind soul. Reminded Arn of his own. A stern and heavy handed woman but whose eyes could not hide the goodness and gentleness of her heart. He had always reserved the best furs for her. Even though she paid what she could and he could have gotten more somewhere else, he never objected. He had even let some go for a bowl of stew or some cooked fowl. The taste reminded him of home. Perhaps, in some way it was Arn’s only way to feel he was still human, still part of a family.
The mention of the strange spirit brought his mind back to the present. His eyes fell on the young lad, appraising and taking in what had been said. Bushy eyebrows furrowed in thought and consternation. There was no reason for the villager to lie. Indeed, even the mention of a spirit was to invite it into being. No sane person would willingly bring that sort of evil into their fold. That being said, the wild man had felt some sort of darkness in the wilds. He could not completely place it but there was small clues. The animals felt uneasy around certain kills. They had been mangled and butchered. No natural animal would eat like that. No natural animal did. The carcass would be left to rot when it would have normally fed scavengers and such.
Involuntarily Arn touched the lucky rabbit’s foot around his neck. He sported other various totems but that had always been extra special to him. The gnarled hands found some sort of comfort in it. He turned his gaze away from the villager breaking the few moments silent pause. There was no reason to worry about this until the time came. That was one of the secrets of animals. They cared about the hear and now. Live day by day.
The news about the southerner was good news. He had dealt with them only once or twice so he knew that they paid more and bartered better than the locals. It was either because they could appreciate the goods better or because they were not as knowledgeable. Either way, it meant that he would not have to do the odd job until spring came if his funds ran out.
He nodded to the sentry as if to request passage and at the same time as an acknowledgement. Even animals provided greetings to their own kinds. Arn would make his way towards the market square after being allowed to enter. He would deliver his meat first. The furs and other goods would be left until the market, two days hence.
How much freedom do we have with the NPC control or world building? I mean can we assume somethings or manipulate the world as long as we don't describe something too crazy?
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