The Harbinger of Ferocity

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The ferocious greatsword that laid in Brannor's grasp moved slightly as but one part of a greater motion that manifest itself. The moment of conflict had already been met again after some pause in between where the dragon and its fires were mostly silent, yet it wasn't in the way the man could have hoped; not in the least, in fact. The elven huntress had been leading as she was, the beast of a warrior not far behind her but more keen to keep watch on what it was he was charged with - his wounded ally and the family of common folk - but that changed now... and with startling speed. There wasn't time to think, just to act again.

The shouting was all the man needed in that it was no longer that foreign a tongue; at least not now in the ashes that were Greenest, scorched by the dragon and its minions. Spurred to action by this initiation of conflict, he hurried as he could from his cover and broke concealment to rush forth - darting from one ruin to another across the street and charging the rest with the clatter of his hide and chain armor providing rhythm to his motion. Setting his body without slowing, he slid to a halt across the debris beside Trear and to her back a few feet, using the building as protection.

Brannor wasn't about to be pelted with arrows and stones if he didn't need to, at least not yet.

Rolls

Rolled a 21 for Initiative.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@VKAllen, you are summoned - we are awaiting your response. We cannot allow this topic to slow as it has.

Waeldeshore: The Wars Beyond [DISCONTINUED]

The manner in which the monster of a woman mended the door was not without noteworthiness, for the same nails, rusted and aging as they were, found themselves employed yet again; whereas Diagorides' immense strength and precision ripped them clean from the wood they had been struck into some time ago, Sakaala's own pushed them back. From outside in the dark evening, ducking under the overhang, she settled the door and its stripped frame back into itself, taking each nail from it first. Satisfied with it being sufficient enough, she wedged each of the small metal spikes into the few slots that had not been mounted before, driving each rough nail firm into the wood with but only her immense palm. The force, strength and concentration needed to perform the feat was no issue for a creature such as her, but the intensity she did it with - the dedication in its application - spoke greatly as to her current frustrations.

It was not long after she returned herself to the interior of the building, one arm as limp as ever and the other's huge palm and digits flexing ever so slightly as she relaxed herself, content that the door would hold. Not a carpenter in any regard, her closest knowledge being basic woodwork and bowing, she was sure however that unless the inn was burst into once more, it would hold against the elements and patrons to come for some time. Walking to the corner not far from the fire, the leonine figure removed a bed roll from the side of her pack that Regina seemed to keep herself to.

The disfigured warrior shook it out once, water skittering into the flames and dispersing before she rolled it once more - this time the inside out. Cleverly, she bundled it together and set it to the back of her neck as she reclined, eyes watching the bar and its patrons; her sizable sword, by the standards of men, rested against her lap to which her hands fold over with the lame arm beneath the other. It was the sort of posture that threatened, even while asleep. One that clearly presented itself not to be disturbed and moreover, not trifled with...

She slept as light as ever and awoke periodically throughout the night as the instinct in her wished to keep a watchful eye about. It came and went with the few hours that passed, but the old ranger turned sorcerer never let on she was anymore awake or asleep than she really was. It struck her a bit odd however, as dawn drew nearer, that the first to return from their rest was this would-be assassin, but this was no greater concern; she feigned sleep as she had before, left to think to herself and concentrate upon the events of the day prior and what all was to come based upon the so little they knew.

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D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Who is to post next? We have been a few days as it is.

Waeldeshore: The Wars Beyond [DISCONTINUED]

I will be posting something this coming evening, just to elaborate more than anything I suppose.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The approaching sound of Parum coming not long after the two kobolds so swiftly made their exit, Brannor's jaw clenched tighter. On a deeper level he wished to hunt the two small, craven agents of this draconic invader, but that was not what it was he was here to do. As much as not knowing what the prize they so valued above their life was, it was better to press on and make for the keep - other lives, not just their own, were at stake and time was certainly of the essence. Second arrow drawn forth from the quiver, the man knocked it and glanced to the elven woman with a smile that spoke of how impressed he was with her shot, but it faded as the woman behind questioned them... and worse yet, their motives.

"Who are those two? Did... Did you just kill them?"

Looking back to the halfling, then forward again, peering around the corner of his concealment and the nearby cover, his eyes swept the street. They returned to her in their primal glory as he stood, having surveyed their following cadre of survivors and the orcish warrior accompanying them.

"Collaborators and looters, or worse yet, more of the dragon's thralls." The man snarled softly, careful to keep his voice down but certain enough to emphasize the fact he was more than offended she would ask why they would kill someone. "And yes, we did. We will explain later, but we need keep moving - two kobolds fled, with whatever prize they sought no less. I would rather not they have more time to marshal their allies."

@Hekazu@Lucius Cypher@VKAllen@Ryonara

The Hand of Fate

The song the young woman had sung had carried across the land in a phantasmal song - an unseen voice that sang to anything that had been between where the pair had been until now. What a strange thing it would have been for any in between as it would seem the forest itself was singing ever so faintly if but only briefly too. The words, just as so, undoubtedly would have been foreign, with only the animal kind truly understanding them short of the woman herself as elves did not frequent any further than their domain without unimagined need. But the ghostly song came to a halt, not long after the noble animal ceased its manipulation of the places between nature's realm. As quickly as they slowed to reality, so too did the leviathan beast - curious as to why the soothing, gentle song ended.

It stopped as the woman did too, looking upon her from not more than an arm's length away. It lowered its head and listened, ears cupped toward even the most distant sounds of this forested place. It found nothing, at least not at first, but something was off; off enough to beg her to question while she knelt down in the grass, hands caressing the lush natural carpet. She seemed perplexed at first, stomping the earth firmly after she arose.

"Something I have felt and heard..." The low, mighty voice rumbled softly as it drew up its head to look around, scanning the forest about them with a piercing gaze. Nose flaring, it drew in a great breath, but the girl rushed off before it could even begin to assess what it was that had ever so strangely shook air and earth in light.

Running as she was, she made her way to the more open portion of a clearing to come; a place where the grass was thicker, more plentiful. In any case, the mighty animal figure walked silently in spite of its scale among the trees, watching the blind figure hurry off quicker yet. Like the spirit it was, regardless of its fleshy, mortal form, it seemed to vanish amongst the natural camouflage of the woodland, careful to follow the steps Sabriye had left, but not so much as leaving a print of its paws.

It was not long before the figure of the sightless human 'witnessed' a strange creature of stone, its body of obsidian and glowing with unnatural firelight from its burning core. It stood protectively before a far, far smaller body, not close enough yet for either to be hedged out by the magical barrier that now divided the two. The small figure, dusted and clearly fatigued as she was - a young elven girl - seemed mesmerized and startled by being here in this clearing, but only for a moment. The three held a slight delay, long enough for the Lord of the Wild to make itself known from the other side of the clearing. It appeared from the woodland thick, shrouded only faintly now in the forest's folds.

It watched idly, making its shadowed outline known without saying or acting any further.

If there was going to be confrontation, it wanted whoever would be instigating to weight their decisions first. Any animal that size, greater than a martial steed and clearly of predatory keen was not to be trifled with. But it knew better already - the black elemental stood protectively and watchfully over the girl without any obvious harm directed toward her.

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Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

The mapping system is surprisingly accurate, even for regularly devoid locales. There's some using them in the desert here and they still find a fair amount.

The Last Pride

Ask away, @The Grey Dust.

Waeldeshore: The Wars Beyond [DISCONTINUED]

The steady of the two hands met itself to join deep within one of her pockets, clinking ever so gently a few of the small metal discs. They were as cool as ever to the touch, but were warm to one with the knowing how sellswords earned their keep; money from blood. It always perplexed the aging hunter, her expression shifting her attention away briefly as she thought. The vexing notion that in itself it was a worthless thing as one could not fashion a sword of it, could not feed mouths with it, or even use it to perform most any sanctified ritual. But so many died in its pursuit and for what?

She withdrew at last a few pieces of five, their worn surface telling only a fraction of their tale, stepping forward to set them upon the counter with a faint metal clatter. The greatness of her hand and claws rested on them for a moment, her other arm still and lifeless by her side as she looked to the man while he poured the dark drink into a glass and questioned them. Nostrils flaring with a slight exhale, she at last replied.

"No, I have need of nothing more." Sakaala removed her thickly padded palm, sleeve of her torn ebon robe slipping free of the wooden surface. Three aged coins remained where they were, still and cold.

Stepping back, she kept an eye on the man for a moment more, one living and one cold stare all the same. She gauged him, as did she the others here for a moment before turning and walking to the still sundered door; she wasn't about to turn her back without being entirely sure they knew she was just as wary of them as they were of her...

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