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STATUS: I just came out from watching The Last Act at my local cinema. It was something. It was really something. 17 days ago
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I just came out from watching The Last Act at my local cinema. It was something. It was really something.
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27 years old today. Only three years of my 20s left. Where did all that time go?
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So apparently, if you use a tooth with a filling in it to chew toffee, the toffee can become sicky enough to pull the filling out.
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*Insert adventurous back story of adventure here*
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I'll fix that when I have a moment.
Name: Mapogo
Age: 25
Race: Leonin
Class: Rogue/Fighter/Monk
Subclass: Swashbuckler
Background: Hermit
Mechanical Character Sheet
Backstory: Mapogo was once an ordinary leonin, but then he mysteriously developed a monstrous craving for murder and the consumption of humanoid flesh. After a particularly violent manifestation of these cravings, Mapogo retreated from society and fled into the wilderness to escape those who now wanted him dead and to keep himself from hurting anyone else. He discovered a strange and possibly magical key during his time in isolation, and would later go on to be drawn into the hunt with promises of a way to rid himself of his bloodthirst if he survived.
Age: 25
Race: Leonin
Class: Rogue/Fighter/Monk
Subclass: Swashbuckler
Background: Hermit
Mechanical Character Sheet
Backstory: Mapogo was once an ordinary leonin, but then he mysteriously developed a monstrous craving for murder and the consumption of humanoid flesh. After a particularly violent manifestation of these cravings, Mapogo retreated from society and fled into the wilderness to escape those who now wanted him dead and to keep himself from hurting anyone else. He discovered a strange and possibly magical key during his time in isolation, and would later go on to be drawn into the hunt with promises of a way to rid himself of his bloodthirst if he survived.
Name: Mapogo
Age: 25
Race: Leonin
Class: Rogue/Fighter/Monk
Subclass: Swashbuckler
Background: Hermit
Mechanical Character Sheet
Backstory: Mapogo was once an ordinary leonin, but then he mysteriously developed a monstrous craving for murder and the consumption of humanoid flesh. After a particularly violent manifestation of these cravings, Mapogo retreated from society and fled into the wilderness to escape those who now wanted him dead and to keep himself from hurting anyone else. He discovered a strange and possibly magical key during his time in isolation, and would later go on to be drawn into the hunt with promises of a way to rid himself of his bloodthirst if he survived.
Age: 25
Race: Leonin
Class: Rogue/Fighter/Monk
Subclass: Swashbuckler
Background: Hermit
Mechanical Character Sheet
Backstory: Mapogo was once an ordinary leonin, but then he mysteriously developed a monstrous craving for murder and the consumption of humanoid flesh. After a particularly violent manifestation of these cravings, Mapogo retreated from society and fled into the wilderness to escape those who now wanted him dead and to keep himself from hurting anyone else. He discovered a strange and possibly magical key during his time in isolation, and would later go on to be drawn into the hunt with promises of a way to rid himself of his bloodthirst if he survived.
He does indeed.
The Ysgarder Lodges are groups of chaotic good and chaotic neutral warriors from the Northlands who have dedicated themselves to the pursuit of glorious death in battle against the forces of evil to gain admittance to the Heroic Domains of Ysgard in the afterlife. Their raids are more like the kinds of raids you would find in World of Warcraft, though there are often cases of chaotic neutral Ysgarder raiders sailing into civilized ports, barging into dockside taverns, eating all the food, drinking all the beer, and then leaving without paying. All the while non-lethally fist fighting anyone who tries to stop them.
As for the Cults of Elemental Evil, they are cults dedicated to the Princes of Elemental Evil, the living embodiments of each element's capacity for harm and destruction. Though cults for each of the elements exist in the Northlands, the Cult's of Evil Fire and Evil Ice are the most prominent among them. When they organize raids, they do so to carve paths of destruction wherever they go and to plunder treasure, slaves, and sacrifices from any and all not strong enough to resist them.
The Ysgarder Lodges are groups of chaotic good and chaotic neutral warriors from the Northlands who have dedicated themselves to the pursuit of glorious death in battle against the forces of evil to gain admittance to the Heroic Domains of Ysgard in the afterlife. Their raids are more like the kinds of raids you would find in World of Warcraft, though there are often cases of chaotic neutral Ysgarder raiders sailing into civilized ports, barging into dockside taverns, eating all the food, drinking all the beer, and then leaving without paying. All the while non-lethally fist fighting anyone who tries to stop them.
As for the Cults of Elemental Evil, they are cults dedicated to the Princes of Elemental Evil, the living embodiments of each element's capacity for harm and destruction. Though cults for each of the elements exist in the Northlands, the Cult's of Evil Fire and Evil Ice are the most prominent among them. When they organize raids, they do so to carve paths of destruction wherever they go and to plunder treasure, slaves, and sacrifices from any and all not strong enough to resist them.
"You know, we could always defer to the expert in these sorts of matters..." Cascade chimes in, causing both Gringam and Matches to turn in her direction.
Upon recognizing the water genasi paladin, the gnome gasped in elated surprise. "Cascade!" He exclaimed.
Meanwhile, Matches simply gave a nod and a small smile... possibly. Humanoid facial expressions did not come easy to half-dragons.
"I'm back! And look who's with me!" Cascade said before presenting Jørmund. "Jørmund Hammerfist!"
"And friends." Aura was quick to add as well. "I wouldn't call us experts but we are here to help. Aura Coolbreeze at your service." She continued in between various bouts of dramatics. "As long as that service doesn't require any heavy lifting I have twigs for arms see."
"I know that struggle well." Gringam commented sympathetically.
"Aura is right in that we are hear to help." Jørmund spoke up then. "I would not call us experts either. With that being said it seems you two are at odds."
"It would seem so because we are, to an extent." Matches explained.
"This sudden cold snap caught us completely off-guard." Gringam continued. "Zephyr has never known cold this severe before. And we think it's only going to get worse. Since it's the middle of summer, preparing for cold weather hasn't exactly been at the forefront of our thinking. We need much more wood than we currently have. And enough furs to at least bundle up the little ones in if possible."
"The cold will quickly become irrelevant once the Northmen arrive." Matches asserted then. "It won't matter how warm or how cold the people are if they aren't well trained enough to stand against the raiders."
"Do you know where the fleet is and how much fire wood do you have in your stores?"
"We've no word on where the fleet is. We know it has departed from the Northlands though." Matches answered the first half of the question. "If the magical shenanigans this sudden cold doubtlessly is is anything to go by, they'll probably be here within the week."
"As for our supply of wood, the current levels of demand leaves us with enough for three days if we carefully measure what we use." Gringam answered the second half of the question.
"What defenses do you have around the harbor?"
"Not enough." Matches stated.
"For generations, we've relied on the patronage of Duchess Kamnimail, a marid from the Elemental Plane of Water, for safety from the dangers of the wider world." Gringam elaborated. "When rumors of danger reached us, all we've ever had to do in the past is contact the Duchess via the Sending spell and she would take care of the rest. But this time, she hasn't responded to our castings. And not even the messenger-priests of Hermes can get word to her."
"Without the Duchess, all we have are the half-finished, poorly maintained defensive structures put up by the early settlers." Matches said. "They're enough to keep wild animals out, but they'll quickly come down if any amount of serious effort is directed at them.
"Do you know who is leading this fleet?"
"All we know for certain is that it is coming." Gringam said.
"We had hoped that the raid had been put together by one of the Ysgarder Lodges." Matches added. "But judging by the aforementioned magical shenanigans, it's more likely we're dealing with a raid organized by the Cults of Elemental Evil. The Cult of Evil Ice being one of the more prominent among the organizers."
Upon recognizing the water genasi paladin, the gnome gasped in elated surprise. "Cascade!" He exclaimed.
Meanwhile, Matches simply gave a nod and a small smile... possibly. Humanoid facial expressions did not come easy to half-dragons.
"I'm back! And look who's with me!" Cascade said before presenting Jørmund. "Jørmund Hammerfist!"
"And friends." Aura was quick to add as well. "I wouldn't call us experts but we are here to help. Aura Coolbreeze at your service." She continued in between various bouts of dramatics. "As long as that service doesn't require any heavy lifting I have twigs for arms see."
"I know that struggle well." Gringam commented sympathetically.
"Aura is right in that we are hear to help." Jørmund spoke up then. "I would not call us experts either. With that being said it seems you two are at odds."
"It would seem so because we are, to an extent." Matches explained.
"This sudden cold snap caught us completely off-guard." Gringam continued. "Zephyr has never known cold this severe before. And we think it's only going to get worse. Since it's the middle of summer, preparing for cold weather hasn't exactly been at the forefront of our thinking. We need much more wood than we currently have. And enough furs to at least bundle up the little ones in if possible."
"The cold will quickly become irrelevant once the Northmen arrive." Matches asserted then. "It won't matter how warm or how cold the people are if they aren't well trained enough to stand against the raiders."
"Do you know where the fleet is and how much fire wood do you have in your stores?"
"We've no word on where the fleet is. We know it has departed from the Northlands though." Matches answered the first half of the question. "If the magical shenanigans this sudden cold doubtlessly is is anything to go by, they'll probably be here within the week."
"As for our supply of wood, the current levels of demand leaves us with enough for three days if we carefully measure what we use." Gringam answered the second half of the question.
"What defenses do you have around the harbor?"
"Not enough." Matches stated.
"For generations, we've relied on the patronage of Duchess Kamnimail, a marid from the Elemental Plane of Water, for safety from the dangers of the wider world." Gringam elaborated. "When rumors of danger reached us, all we've ever had to do in the past is contact the Duchess via the Sending spell and she would take care of the rest. But this time, she hasn't responded to our castings. And not even the messenger-priests of Hermes can get word to her."
"Without the Duchess, all we have are the half-finished, poorly maintained defensive structures put up by the early settlers." Matches said. "They're enough to keep wild animals out, but they'll quickly come down if any amount of serious effort is directed at them.
"Do you know who is leading this fleet?"
"All we know for certain is that it is coming." Gringam said.
"We had hoped that the raid had been put together by one of the Ysgarder Lodges." Matches added. "But judging by the aforementioned magical shenanigans, it's more likely we're dealing with a raid organized by the Cults of Elemental Evil. The Cult of Evil Ice being one of the more prominent among the organizers."
My character should be ready some time tomorrow.
Oh yeah. No worries. I get where you coming from and consider that a perfectly valid way of doing things. 
Would Brutrumukk intensely wishing brutal brutal murder upon the cat ogres give him advantage on his Survival roll as well?
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