Im good to go but I think Tangle is waiting to see if the other players would explain why they are in Norn. If nothing else, just waiting for them to give the go signal to leave.
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I am Searat
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.
My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)
As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.
Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.
My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)
As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.
Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.
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After the tiefling bard produced his magic and applied it to his somewhat injured leg, Morgan applied a little more of his weight on the leg and smirked at the lack of pain. He was still rather cold but at the very least, the swelling and pain from his knee was no longer a problem. "I am in your debt, Luciel." The older man offered the bard a respectful bow before walking to where Jeets had mentioned. To the hill where his tent was located; but was surprised that when he looked at the hill again once more, the tent had disappeared and left nary a trace of it's existence. The halfling then trotted down the hill with a bag that Morgan recognized from his years of adventuring; a bag of holding. It was an uncommon thing to be seen on adventurers but an extremely convenient and useful item when carrying heavier loads than one can carry. He explained to the group that they would have to traverse a cave to reach the mainland. Morgan frowned slightly at the mention of caves. Caves were more often than not more trouble that it was worth as he remembered how easy it is to set up ambushes and traps within them but, if Jeets said it was the best way to reach the mainland, he was in no position to argue otherwise.
Jeets would then offer them a vial each of a healing potion. "Many thanks, Jeets. Your generosity and kindness will not go unrewarded." Morgan told him before putting the potion in the outer pouch on the other side of his knapsack. During this small moment of respite, the human pulls out his notebook and begins taking notes. Morgan needn't look at his notebook to check the legibility and consistency of the notes he took down as years of performing the act had made it a second nature. He would only look to the small leather notebook to sketch images as that was something he needed to pay close attention to so he could capture the details his eyes saw. His scribbling was only stopped when he heard Jeets suddenly stop talking. Looking forward he would see two robed figures, one armed with a scepter which was undoubtedly an arcane focus of sorts and the other was armed with a shield and a rather mean looking mace. They attempted to 'convince' them but the fact that both Jeets and Sev readied for combat. Nonchalantly, the author put away his notebook and spoke to the duo in front of them. "I do apologize but I agree with Sev, we have no interest in following you and would like to politely decline your invitation." While putting away the notebook, Morgan deftly hid away the small switch blade from his bag to the palm of his hand. "Please, do move aside." He could see Sev give the mace wielding one a death glare, Morgan would in turn keep an eye on the one in the black robe, ready to throw the knife at the robed figure's hand holding the scepter.
Ed kept a steady pace in following Asteria through the grasslands but soon raised an eyebrow when his sharpened sense of smell picked up the bitter scent of something burning. Cautioning a glance behind him he saw a black column of smoke rising from some point in the field. His face contorted into a grimace. He already knew that the goblins were responsible for this turn of events. Who else but the goblins? They were the only ones he knew were capable of harnessing fire this effectively, assuming that Crispy wasn't killed outright in the duel he witnessed a few hours earlier. As well as a lack of foresight, or to be more accurate, a dangerous impulsiveness that puts aside any consequence for the sake of satisfying said impulse. Truly, the remnants of Rattleskull's tribe was a consistent thorn in his side no matter the day.
Ed quickened his pace through the tall grass to catch up with Asteria. He was no professional camper, far from it, but at the very least he knew that a wildfire was about to be born and all it needed was a strong gust of wind. And if the grasslands would catch fire, it could cause a chain of events that would likely consume the woodlands surrounding it. "Stupid goddamn goblins!" he muttered angrily to himself before speaking to Asteria as he briskly walked past her. "Not trying to cause a panic or anything but, if we don't start picking up the pace, I'm pretty sure a wildfire is gonna break out and burn everything to cinders as soon as a strong wind comes."
They were a good distance away now when an unknown shadow was cast upon the trio. Mother rat just squeaked and dove into the grass to hide from something. Looking up, Ed saw the underside of a massive pure white bird. Ed was frozen in awe for a brief moment before he realized that it might have seen them and decided that they would make a fine meal. Falling prone on to the grass his heart hammered against his rib cage as he awaited any sign or evidence of the great white bird approaching. Primarily using [Beast Sense II] to enhance his hearing so that he could pick up the slightest difference in the surrounding sounds. And that he did. Ed could hear the wing beats of the bird moving further and further away from them. Glancing upwards one last time, he let out a sigh of relief upon seeing the great bird moving further and further away from them and approaching the growing pillar of black smoke. "That...was quite scary. But at least it wasn't looking for a meal." Standing back up and readjusting the ant's weight on his shoulders before restarting his quick walking pace.
Further and further away they moved from the fire in the grassy fields. Far enough to the point that at least Ed could no longer smell the bitter smell of the fire. "I think we're far enough from the fire to not worry about it...well for a while at least." Ed set down the ant and gave his sore back a stretch. Crouching for prolonged periods of time was not very comfortable to say the least. Though as a third of his body popped out of the tall grass as he let out a content breath of relief. Something in the distance caught his eye though. Upon realizing what it was, his eyes widened with surprise. Crouching back down and hiding himself from any outside observers, he spoke to Asteria. "Asteria I saw a village further south. It's a few miles away at least, but I'm sure they are bound to take notice of the pillar of smoke in the grasslands. It's very likely that they would do something to counteract the fire..." Ed paused and thought about what would happen if the villagers saw them and frowned as the most plausible result of that encounter would be that they would be attacked on sight. "s-sorry I spaced out for a bit. Nonetheless I think we are a good distance away from town and we ought to keep it that way. Our next problem is finding a place we can set up camp where we won't attract attention from anyone, or anything for that matter." Ed sharpened his senses yet again, though this time his sight was drastically improved, in search of a place that fit the description of a hidden and inconspicuous place. Though considering that they were on a wide flat land, that would be a rather difficult task.
Ed quickened his pace through the tall grass to catch up with Asteria. He was no professional camper, far from it, but at the very least he knew that a wildfire was about to be born and all it needed was a strong gust of wind. And if the grasslands would catch fire, it could cause a chain of events that would likely consume the woodlands surrounding it. "Stupid goddamn goblins!" he muttered angrily to himself before speaking to Asteria as he briskly walked past her. "Not trying to cause a panic or anything but, if we don't start picking up the pace, I'm pretty sure a wildfire is gonna break out and burn everything to cinders as soon as a strong wind comes."
They were a good distance away now when an unknown shadow was cast upon the trio. Mother rat just squeaked and dove into the grass to hide from something. Looking up, Ed saw the underside of a massive pure white bird. Ed was frozen in awe for a brief moment before he realized that it might have seen them and decided that they would make a fine meal. Falling prone on to the grass his heart hammered against his rib cage as he awaited any sign or evidence of the great white bird approaching. Primarily using [Beast Sense II] to enhance his hearing so that he could pick up the slightest difference in the surrounding sounds. And that he did. Ed could hear the wing beats of the bird moving further and further away from them. Glancing upwards one last time, he let out a sigh of relief upon seeing the great bird moving further and further away from them and approaching the growing pillar of black smoke. "That...was quite scary. But at least it wasn't looking for a meal." Standing back up and readjusting the ant's weight on his shoulders before restarting his quick walking pace.
Further and further away they moved from the fire in the grassy fields. Far enough to the point that at least Ed could no longer smell the bitter smell of the fire. "I think we're far enough from the fire to not worry about it...well for a while at least." Ed set down the ant and gave his sore back a stretch. Crouching for prolonged periods of time was not very comfortable to say the least. Though as a third of his body popped out of the tall grass as he let out a content breath of relief. Something in the distance caught his eye though. Upon realizing what it was, his eyes widened with surprise. Crouching back down and hiding himself from any outside observers, he spoke to Asteria. "Asteria I saw a village further south. It's a few miles away at least, but I'm sure they are bound to take notice of the pillar of smoke in the grasslands. It's very likely that they would do something to counteract the fire..." Ed paused and thought about what would happen if the villagers saw them and frowned as the most plausible result of that encounter would be that they would be attacked on sight. "s-sorry I spaced out for a bit. Nonetheless I think we are a good distance away from town and we ought to keep it that way. Our next problem is finding a place we can set up camp where we won't attract attention from anyone, or anything for that matter." Ed sharpened his senses yet again, though this time his sight was drastically improved, in search of a place that fit the description of a hidden and inconspicuous place. Though considering that they were on a wide flat land, that would be a rather difficult task.
None the less, I ought to roll my hit dice for the short rest.
Hp regained: 15
Hp regained: 15
The sound of a quill scribbling upon a page of a notebook is the only sound that fills the private cabin Morgan had paid for himself...well sans the sound of the wind blowing outside that is. He was in the process of taking down notes of his experiences as well as sketching a number of sights he saw on this journey to Stormreach. Admittedly this was a fine voyage, but to his years of adventuring and writing this was a rather bland start to the adventure. With a quiet sigh, Morgan finishes up his notes and decides to wander about the ship in the meantime. After putting out and cleaning his smoking pipe, he then hides away his writing material. Making one final check of his belongings, Morgan put on his backpack and grabbed his walking stick before leaving his cabin.
Life was bustling in the lower deck of the massive ship. Dozens upon dozens of travelers were present and in various states of motion. Some were relaxing and appreciating the placidity of the flight while others were wandering around the ship, curious of the marvel of an airship they were on. Wandering further in the hold, he observed a bard entertaining a group of children with a miniature stage play. Morgan smiled at the sight before continuing his way through the ship. He didn't get too far before a massive blast of wind caused the ship to tip and causing a number of the passengers to stagger. Morgan managed to keep his footing but the suddenness of the gale of wind was extremely strange. "What in the nine hells was that?" He asked more confused tone than irate.
He did not have to wait for an answer as a blast of frozen air slammed into the side of the ship and caused massive damage to the flying vessel; sending it plummeting down like a bird that had it's wing torn off. It was chaos in the lower deck, screams of both young and old filled the air along with the sound of air rushing by at breakneck speeds. Morgan stuck his walking cane in between a guard rail and the wall held tightly onto it for dear life. For a few short moments, it seemed like that it would hold out, but it was all for naught as the vacuum caused by the differing air pressures was too great and tore off the already damaged wall of the plummeting ship. Bringing Morgan along, guardrail and all, into the chilly waters of the sea bellow. The impact knocked the man out completely.
Morgan came to with a surge of pain filling his entire body as well as an extreme chill causing he soaked author to shiver like a leaf in the wind. With shaky hands he lifts himself up from the unnaturally cold sands and see the aftermath of the accident. Some were still alive, but a vast majority of the passengers were lying lifeless on the beach or quietly floating in the waves behind him. With a slight limp, he walks over to the small group of survivors and sees a somewhat familiar face of the bard. He along with two others were present. One was a halfling man and the other was what seemed to be a surviving crew member of the ship. The halfling man then explains the situation of the island as well as the situation regarding the ship and the passengers. "What a senseless waste of life..." Morgan muttered quietly to himself and offered a quiet but sincere prayer to the gods that the souls of the dead may find peace. The halfling then told them that if they were ready, they should meet up in his tent on the nearby hill so he could treat their wounds. It was then the bard and the sailor introduced themselves. "Ah, apologies for my rudeness. My name is Morgan Sterling Whitaker. Feel free to call me Morgan."
Ed couldn't find a proper line of thought, or a coherent one at that, in the sluggish manner his mind processed information. It felt as if his mind was attempting to wade through a sea of thick, viscous liquid just to keep him barely aware of his body's actions. 'What...what's happening..?' His own thought echoed throughout his head a number of times before fading. He could feel something hard on his feet and his hands and snout had a slight and throbbing pain. Ed didn't know why his snout and hands hurt. They just did. Something was wrong and he needed to find out what was wrong.
Ed's consciousness then attempted to search where the pain came from and why it was happening. But the source refused to be found. This annoyed him greatly. He focused harder as he slowly trudged his way through the figurative sea of thick and viscous liquid until he could feel more and more of his physical senses, but the feeling was limited and dulled. It was not enough. He could feel an invisible force trying it's damnedest to push Ed back into that sea. But he relented against the force with all he had; He could only describe the feeling as pushing against a cart full of cinder blocks uphill in the mud and rain. But after what had felt like countless hours of going against the force, Ed finally managed to regain full control and sense of his body after pushing back the madness...but he could still feel it gnawing at the back of his mind. Just waiting for him to make a mistake. 'System, deactivate [Rabid Fit I] now!'
Ed lurched forward as he breathed haggardly. His eyes were bloodshot and his ears rang incessantly. From what he could remember it had been at least thirty seconds since his outburst, but to him it might as well have been an eternity. His gaze wandered to his blood soaked and gore caked hands and he noticed that he had numerous cuts and from what similar pain he could feel on his snout, he could deduce that his snout had similar lacerations. Beneath him was an excessively brutalized giant ant. 'Ah, shit not again...' Ed knew what happened. It had been like that incident with the free-for-all on his first day. He let the animalistic side of him gain the upper hand while he berserked. He heard Asteria calmly ask him what had happened. "I know. I messed up. I thought I could keep in control but...yeah. I made a mistake and fucked up big time." Ed admitted his fault. But feeling sorry for it does not make it right, he needed to be better.
Ed then heard Mother Rat squeak at the hole where the ant had emerged. Ants used pheromones to communicate with each other. Even at moment death it would release a distress pheromone to alert other ants. That's why that if you kill one ant, it's buddies are bound to be coming soon after. Ed was about to alert but she already had the idea that more would coming their way in what scant minutes they had. "Yeah, we better go before any others come out of the ground." Ed then got off the dead ant and looked for the gnarled stick he had dropped in his crazed state. Once he had found the stick, he would keep it held in his mouth before going back to the ant corpse and carry it over his shoulders as one would a goat. Once secure on his shoulders, Ed would follow Asteria's lead and keep heading southward.
Ed's consciousness then attempted to search where the pain came from and why it was happening. But the source refused to be found. This annoyed him greatly. He focused harder as he slowly trudged his way through the figurative sea of thick and viscous liquid until he could feel more and more of his physical senses, but the feeling was limited and dulled. It was not enough. He could feel an invisible force trying it's damnedest to push Ed back into that sea. But he relented against the force with all he had; He could only describe the feeling as pushing against a cart full of cinder blocks uphill in the mud and rain. But after what had felt like countless hours of going against the force, Ed finally managed to regain full control and sense of his body after pushing back the madness...but he could still feel it gnawing at the back of his mind. Just waiting for him to make a mistake. 'System, deactivate [Rabid Fit I] now!'
Skill: [Rabid Fit I] Deactivated...
Stamina is no longer being drained.
Ed lurched forward as he breathed haggardly. His eyes were bloodshot and his ears rang incessantly. From what he could remember it had been at least thirty seconds since his outburst, but to him it might as well have been an eternity. His gaze wandered to his blood soaked and gore caked hands and he noticed that he had numerous cuts and from what similar pain he could feel on his snout, he could deduce that his snout had similar lacerations. Beneath him was an excessively brutalized giant ant. 'Ah, shit not again...' Ed knew what happened. It had been like that incident with the free-for-all on his first day. He let the animalistic side of him gain the upper hand while he berserked. He heard Asteria calmly ask him what had happened. "I know. I messed up. I thought I could keep in control but...yeah. I made a mistake and fucked up big time." Ed admitted his fault. But feeling sorry for it does not make it right, he needed to be better.
Ed then heard Mother Rat squeak at the hole where the ant had emerged. Ants used pheromones to communicate with each other. Even at moment death it would release a distress pheromone to alert other ants. That's why that if you kill one ant, it's buddies are bound to be coming soon after. Ed was about to alert but she already had the idea that more would coming their way in what scant minutes they had. "Yeah, we better go before any others come out of the ground." Ed then got off the dead ant and looked for the gnarled stick he had dropped in his crazed state. Once he had found the stick, he would keep it held in his mouth before going back to the ant corpse and carry it over his shoulders as one would a goat. Once secure on his shoulders, Ed would follow Asteria's lead and keep heading southward.
If this RP is neither alive nor dead, would that make it undead?
Seems like most of the tales and rumors Roy has heard are pretty grim and bleak. Though I suppose now we have a rough geography of the place as well as points of interest in each general area.
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