The Harbinger of Ferocity

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I represent the druid or ranger in most settings, even being considered the go-to in fantasy and reality alike for related matters among the company I keep. I admit though, I am quite partial to the shaman or green-knight as well, which are far more rare traditionally in their representation. The general array of talents affixed build themselves around the hub of natural forces, as well as those supernatural, but are not limited to knowledge or wisdom, spirituality or magic, combat or hunting, or skill and talent. I am apparently least like the wizard or arcanists at large, which I would need agree with, and am most certainly not any form of generalist.

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I admit, I recall the SyFy channel back when it was named SciFi. I never paid it all too much mind, but I did pay it enough to remember being displeased with all the changes it underwent. Traditionally I avoided the made for television movies and stayed to the airing of the older films.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Dropping upon the points of his elbows and soon shuffling across the dirt and tall grass, the hunter crept along by crawling up to the edge of the tent he had been freed from not long before. The guards had their attention rightfully elsewhere given the hysteria that had erupted over the fire, seeming to almost feed their dark hearts with the sufferings of their own faction. Despite the glow of the aforementioned flames and the apparent success he had in what it was he had done, the man had no interest in dawdling and wasting his opportunity. He crawled across the expanse back again under the rickety tent's outstretched tarp, returning to the prisoners. Not pausing to dust himself off, he rose only to one knee and came to a point of brief rest before them.

Taking a breath, he thought for a moment, eyes searching both the people and the emptiness of the tent. What to be said? What to be done? The most direct one was the one he had time for. There was no opportunity to explain, no safety to do so. The fires, the guards, and the kobolds were not eternal in their activity. The man's golden stare settled and he spoke softly at last, hushed but enough for them to hear the address.

"If you wish to save yourselves, I will set you free," The words carried, addressing them all, though well aware the enfeebled, broken people of them would not escape, could not escape, "But you all must run, following the road back to your home. Do not stop or go alone or they might find you."

One of his leather and steel clad hands reached down to the knife settled upon his belt, drawing it. Brannor then motioned for whoever wished to escape their bindings first, to be set free again upon the world. It would be no easy thing, no small task asked of them. They would need flee like an animal hunted, far and wide from here with nothing but themselves and the others beside them to rely upon. The outlander did not expect these people to survive or even succeed, yet he was going to afford them their chance; it was part of the plan after all and something they much needed.

Once he would free them all, those he could, he would usher them out the way he had left and came again, urging them to then split into small groups and sneak away as fast as they could manage.

@Hekazu@Gordian Nought@Ryonara@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

That it would be, @Gordian Nought, though I am curious as to what the others have to think or say, if anything. Otherwise I will be posting soon enough I suppose.

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I have at least nine lives, a few of which I have scratched.

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I have the opposite experience, in that every day begins before even the birds are awake at the exact same time. This repetition is secondary at this point, although I am still far more fond of the hours of night. Less people to deal with or confront.

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I conduct almost monthly self testing, namely to rate myself against previous tests. These range from personality inventories to whimsical things like attempting to judge my own ability scores using roleplaying game logic and rules. Surprisingly, these results prove useful more often than one thinks and have a great amount of overlap in terms of applicability to one another. While nothing serious generally, they do make for interesting points of reflection and I am always attempting to expand them.

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I am always saddened by the fact that roleplays suffer from drought then often death. I would like to, some day, find another long ongoing one that does not collapse due to the inactivity of a few, namely because I would like to portray a character or even add one to the particularly closed roster I maintain. Thus it always irks me, to varying extent of course, when people disappear from topics and the rest of all the work invested goes to waste due to their whims. It is more than just etiquette for me, deeper seated than just that superficiality alone as there is just something unfortunate in seeing work go to waste, at least in my eyes.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The time spent laboring away in the camp by the towering man was not wasted, on the contrary now as he found himself free of his bonds and able to bear his weapons again so covertly amid the camp. Slinking from tent to tent, awaiting patrols and wanderers to dawdle by, the man soon returned to the slave tent, the same which had been his temporary home not even a half an hour earlier. What had changed in his absence however, was that the pungent, equally sweet and foul smell of the smoke that had tipped him off to a threat only now hung ever so slightly in the air; the man to blame having vanished and in his place, two regulars. Whoever they were was irrelevant, but they posed a threat the warrior of the wilds could not regularly overcome - blood of the moon or not.

It was unquestionably what drove him to his next act, that where he scanned the rest of the camp for opportunity. There was no killing the men both without someone calling out for help, even with a dying breath, assuming all had even gone that well to begin with. What was needed was a distraction, something that even if it did not call them away, afforded the others ample opportunity and time to do whatever it was they needed to with the lost monk. Brannor's eyes, attuned to the darkness, scanned aggressively for one such solution in the form of fire. Fire was a tool of fear and a potent weapon, something that could well incite chaos. Unfortunately, the only source of glimmering flame was far enough away that there would be no happenstance of its lick coming to befall the slave tent.

Instead a stack of them and tinderboxes laid crudely tossed about among other goods, but the other source?

The tiny, scaly, horrible little things had no shortage of them in any haphazard number among their side of the camp. For some reason, one that struck the hunter as odd, the small lizard-men - absolute shadows of their supposed draconic ancestors - were all away on their own in one ramshackle den of tents. It was dirtier, if one could even describe the already pathetic living conditions this "army of the dragon" had, and strewn with torches that were precariously close to too many structures. Though this did come at a price, which was well that the enemy was in great number here, traveling in roving bands.

There was no other option the knight-ranger had, so he gambled his life on it. Slinking in not far from any of the closest cover, at times skulking here and there, Brannor neared one of the roaring flames upon a staff. All too close to a tent was it, that with a firm push it collapsed on to the flammable surface. Not one to watch his work, the threat would soon spread. The next business, rather the attempt to, would be to get the slaves to flee if they would or could. How many, if any, would escape did not bother him or inform his decision in the slightest, not as he crept low to the tall grass.

All he was obligated to do was to try.

Effects

Brannor succeeds in finding unattended and vulnerable torches, which he opts of his choices to use the ones least likely to raise an alarm other than a distraction, leaving the enemy's attention elsewhere. He tips over one to set some of the kobold tents and their camp aflame, then sneaks back to his hiding place near the slave tent, hoping the guards will be distracted.

@Norschtalen@Hekazu@Lucius Cypher@Ryonara@Gordian Nought

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Thus is good news indeed, @Hekazu. I will have the results of all of this together on the evening to come. Let us hope this gives the distraction needed to free the slaves and keep the camp busy.