Devilish Implications - Alenea Hanali - 10/06/2020
Jun 11, 2020 19:59:28 GMT
Grimes, Jamie J, and 1 more like this
Post by Alenea Hanali on Jun 11, 2020 19:59:28 GMT
27th of Mirtul, Mid Morning
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Alenea looks up from her book as a knock on her door pulls her away from her work. A morning spent battling through the noise from the Ettin's bar below has left her frustrated and she takes it out on her desk as she slaps her desk drawer closed. She cracks open the door, standing as tall as she can to obscure the room from prying eyes.
"What?"
A short man in a city guard's uniform stands in front of her. His uniform is neat but doesn't quite match up to the regular guards patrolling the town. He clutches his clipboard to his chest and coughs into his hand before beginning, "Hello! The city watch is looking for able-bodied adventurers to patrol the area and support Daring Heights during these trying times. We were hoping you could come to the town's aid."
She pauses for a second and looks back over her shoulder into the room. A week spent scribing scrolls and pouring over her notes has left her desperate for a distraction. She turns back and shrugs, "Alright, but only if I'm compensated for lost time."
“Oh, of course. Very good, well, please report to the watch as soon as possible," he makes a mark on his clipboard before turning away and trotting away.
----
Slinking into the watch, collar turned up and hands in her pockets, Alenea looks around for whoever else the guard has recruited. As the story of the finest art gallery in all of Kantas drifts across the room, she perks up, "Haimish!" beside him stands Camwyna Corellip Beren Loopmitten Feyhaired Nedross Puck Warryn Zook, boots caked in Mud, "and Cam! Hey!"
Above them towers a Goliath, a wreath of flowers draped around her head, grapes entwined amongst her hair. Alenea looks up at her, "Oh hello, I'm Alenea."
"My name is Maena," she says nodding.
Below is a wood elf adorned in priestly garb, "and I'm Erevan."
To the side stands a human, his nose buried in a book, "Veridian Pentaghast" he says with a slight wave of his hand not looking up.
Satisfied that the group has finally arrived Grimes slaps his hands onto his thighs and leans forwards. "Right then! I need you all to patrol between here and a quarter day's ride to New Hillsborough. Keep an eye out for anything going on and keep the peace. We'll pay you for any proof of work related to the defence of the town, alright?" He folds his arms and frowns as the small crowd starts to chatter, questioning the exact definition of proof.
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One trip to the Heights Apothecary later, the party sallies out from the town gates loaded down with healing supplies. As they head through the nearby farmland a man approaches, out of breath and waving his hat. "Help! You must help! The frogmen are attacking!"
"Frogmen? Do you mean... Bullywugs?" says Cam frowning.
"Yes yes, the Bullywugs, come on!" the farmer responds, turning round and jogging towards a rising ploom of black smoke.
A short while later the group crests a hill and looks down at a knot of Bullywugs stoking the flames of a burning barn. Drawing her daggers Alenea angles herself behind Maena, who unhooks her glaive from her back and begins to brandish it towards the Bullywugs.
As they approach the frog-people turn from the blaze and bobble over to them, spears raised and croaking at the interlopers. The closest of the frog-people stands silent, a hat filled with eyes on its head. A glimmer of recognition passes through Alenea's mind, a late night spent studying Hags and Bog-folk coming back to her. As she peers at the Bullywugs, Haimish swoops his hat from his head and reaches in, his hand emerging moments later clutching a small frog. At the sight of their captured breathren the ribbets from the Bullywugs intensifies and they rush forwards. Haimish's face hardens as the frog plops to the floor and hops into the bushes.
Startled by the sudden assault Alenea waves her hand in front of her, a wave of blue magic flowing towards the Bullywugs. Two of them fall, a croak thumping out of them as they collide with the floor. Stepping forwards Maena swings her glaive and slaps the flat of the blade against the head of the adorned frog, knocking it unconscious. A second later a fireball flies over their heads from the hill behind them and strikes one of the still standing Bullywugs. It shrieks as its skin begins to crackle. From the same direction a crossbow bolt buries itself in the leg of the other.
"Alright that's it, rage time," groans Haimish as he begins to grow and fur sprouts from his skin, roaring as he falls to all fours and turns into a bear. Reaching up it swipes at the burning frog, throwing it to the floor dead. The remaining Bullywug looks up at the bear as its jaw opens. It softly ribbets before the jaws clamp closed and Haimish turns, spitting a head onto the floor.
Alenea darts forwards and roots around in her bag, pulling out a handful of manacles and slaps them on the wrists of the sleeping Bullywugs. "I swear I had more than two of these", she says as she digs around in her bag, looking for more.
Giving up she pulls out a length of rope and ties up the remaining prisoner. The three frogmen secured she turns to the dead Bullywugs and starts scooping up the evidence of their work and depositing it in a sack whilst the rest of the party rushes over to the barn to put out the fire. A few minutes later they return as she pops the eyes out of a dead Bullywug and throws them in the bag.
Kneeling down beside her Cam takes the hat off the Bullywug's head and stands up, turning it over to inspect it. As she does a large central eye swivels around and stares at her. She yelps and cries out, "The eye! It moved!" As the party turns to look, it turns, locking its gaze on each of them one by one.
"Can it see us? What is it?!" Cam says, holding the hat at arms length.
"I don't know! Put it in the bag!" Alenea cries back, holding open the bag.
Camwyna thrusts it in and the groups attention turns to the stirring Bullywugs as sleepy ribbets begin to fill the air.
"I think I can talk to them," says Veridian as he draws a circle in the dirt below him and sits in the centre, "I know just the spell for this."
----
A short time later Pentaghast sits on the floor, translating the Bullywug's speech to the group, miming at the frogs and carefully enunciating every word. The conversation is difficult and stilted.
"Your hat! Is this your hat!" he says, pointing a finger at the bag
The Bullywug in the middle begins to croak and ribbet as Veridian mentions the hat.
"Ask them about the hags, they're working with the hags." Cam says.
"Where is your master? Is your master a hag?" The ribbeting increases in volume again and Pentaghast scratches his head, "They are speaking about a hag... but also some sort of master? Though not like they're the same person."
The croaking from the central Bullywug stops and a harsh alien tongue replaces it. The group looks at each other as Pentaghast translates:
*The master comes. We are here to pave the way to bring order to the chaos.*
As the Bullywugs return to their ribbeting Veridian's eyes glaze over, "There are more, my owl sees more approaching. Over there. Fiends." His eyes clear and he points across the farm.
Haimish, still patrolling the area as a bear immediately turns and charges out in the direction the wizard is pointing. Veridian hangs back as the group begins to leave, "I think this is above my pay-grade, I'm staying here."
"If we stick together we can all look after each other," says Cam, waving him towards her. He relents and follows at a safe distance.
Alenea stands over the Bullywugs, looking back and forth between them and the party as it leaves. She stands weighing the benefits of kicking the frogs back into the bog versus killing them to be safe. A taste of bile comes to her mouth at the prospect of killing them.
A few moments later the farmer trots back over, pitchfork in hand, "I'll look after these, get going!" She sighs, relieved, and heads into the trees.
---
Coming out of the other side she runs into the group as Veridian slings a shard of ice into the heart of a charging imp and stops it dead in its tracks. Alenea sprints over, spinning as she reaches the closest imp, her blades singing as she slices it in half. The group tears into the remaining imps, dropping the fiends one by one.
"I think there may be more," Maena says, a divine aura flowing from her as she looks around, "There." She points into the bog.
---
The group enters the bog and uncovers a pack of green hellish creatures that were stalking the imps as they approached the farm. The party make short work of them and pack their bodies into the bag.
"Quisits," Alenea says, holding one up by its leg before depositing it in the sack, "Fiends and Demons fighting in the open. What is going on around here?"
---
Back in town the group reports to Sergeant Grimes, relaying what happened during their time on patrol. In the corner a small crowd of Bullywugs sit croaking to each other.
As they pull out the eye from the bag to show to him it swivels towards him then begins looking from person to person. Alenea cries out as it moves in her hand, drawing the attention of the room. "Does anyone have an eyepatch for this thing?"
"I have these!" Cam says as she unspools bandages from her pack and begins to wrap them around the eye.
Alenea holds up the bandaged eye to the group, "We have to take this thing to someone. I think Aurelia and the others are doing something in Portal Square. We should take it to her... or Jenna maybe."
"Aye, maybe so, but I'm off t' the pub," says Haimish as he slides the pile of gold coins Grimes has counted out for him into his pouch, "It's nearly four in the afternoon and I've not had a beer in 'ours."
---
In attendance:
Alenea Hanali: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/25166978
Camwyna Corellip Beren Loopmitten Feyhaired Nedross Puck Warryn Zook: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/14056257/OQnbx4
Maena: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/29472818
Veridian Pentaghast: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/29644452/VQpiBz
Wee Mad Haimish: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/21441853/hu4hwN
Erevan Nailo: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/28098301/dYPLfu
Rumour: thekantasexpanse.boards.net/thread/1368/online-devilish-implications-bf-levels
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Alenea looks up from her book as a knock on her door pulls her away from her work. A morning spent battling through the noise from the Ettin's bar below has left her frustrated and she takes it out on her desk as she slaps her desk drawer closed. She cracks open the door, standing as tall as she can to obscure the room from prying eyes.
"What?"
A short man in a city guard's uniform stands in front of her. His uniform is neat but doesn't quite match up to the regular guards patrolling the town. He clutches his clipboard to his chest and coughs into his hand before beginning, "Hello! The city watch is looking for able-bodied adventurers to patrol the area and support Daring Heights during these trying times. We were hoping you could come to the town's aid."
She pauses for a second and looks back over her shoulder into the room. A week spent scribing scrolls and pouring over her notes has left her desperate for a distraction. She turns back and shrugs, "Alright, but only if I'm compensated for lost time."
“Oh, of course. Very good, well, please report to the watch as soon as possible," he makes a mark on his clipboard before turning away and trotting away.
----
Slinking into the watch, collar turned up and hands in her pockets, Alenea looks around for whoever else the guard has recruited. As the story of the finest art gallery in all of Kantas drifts across the room, she perks up, "Haimish!" beside him stands Camwyna Corellip Beren Loopmitten Feyhaired Nedross Puck Warryn Zook, boots caked in Mud, "and Cam! Hey!"
Above them towers a Goliath, a wreath of flowers draped around her head, grapes entwined amongst her hair. Alenea looks up at her, "Oh hello, I'm Alenea."
"My name is Maena," she says nodding.
Below is a wood elf adorned in priestly garb, "and I'm Erevan."
To the side stands a human, his nose buried in a book, "Veridian Pentaghast" he says with a slight wave of his hand not looking up.
Satisfied that the group has finally arrived Grimes slaps his hands onto his thighs and leans forwards. "Right then! I need you all to patrol between here and a quarter day's ride to New Hillsborough. Keep an eye out for anything going on and keep the peace. We'll pay you for any proof of work related to the defence of the town, alright?" He folds his arms and frowns as the small crowd starts to chatter, questioning the exact definition of proof.
---
One trip to the Heights Apothecary later, the party sallies out from the town gates loaded down with healing supplies. As they head through the nearby farmland a man approaches, out of breath and waving his hat. "Help! You must help! The frogmen are attacking!"
"Frogmen? Do you mean... Bullywugs?" says Cam frowning.
"Yes yes, the Bullywugs, come on!" the farmer responds, turning round and jogging towards a rising ploom of black smoke.
A short while later the group crests a hill and looks down at a knot of Bullywugs stoking the flames of a burning barn. Drawing her daggers Alenea angles herself behind Maena, who unhooks her glaive from her back and begins to brandish it towards the Bullywugs.
As they approach the frog-people turn from the blaze and bobble over to them, spears raised and croaking at the interlopers. The closest of the frog-people stands silent, a hat filled with eyes on its head. A glimmer of recognition passes through Alenea's mind, a late night spent studying Hags and Bog-folk coming back to her. As she peers at the Bullywugs, Haimish swoops his hat from his head and reaches in, his hand emerging moments later clutching a small frog. At the sight of their captured breathren the ribbets from the Bullywugs intensifies and they rush forwards. Haimish's face hardens as the frog plops to the floor and hops into the bushes.
Startled by the sudden assault Alenea waves her hand in front of her, a wave of blue magic flowing towards the Bullywugs. Two of them fall, a croak thumping out of them as they collide with the floor. Stepping forwards Maena swings her glaive and slaps the flat of the blade against the head of the adorned frog, knocking it unconscious. A second later a fireball flies over their heads from the hill behind them and strikes one of the still standing Bullywugs. It shrieks as its skin begins to crackle. From the same direction a crossbow bolt buries itself in the leg of the other.
"Alright that's it, rage time," groans Haimish as he begins to grow and fur sprouts from his skin, roaring as he falls to all fours and turns into a bear. Reaching up it swipes at the burning frog, throwing it to the floor dead. The remaining Bullywug looks up at the bear as its jaw opens. It softly ribbets before the jaws clamp closed and Haimish turns, spitting a head onto the floor.
Alenea darts forwards and roots around in her bag, pulling out a handful of manacles and slaps them on the wrists of the sleeping Bullywugs. "I swear I had more than two of these", she says as she digs around in her bag, looking for more.
Giving up she pulls out a length of rope and ties up the remaining prisoner. The three frogmen secured she turns to the dead Bullywugs and starts scooping up the evidence of their work and depositing it in a sack whilst the rest of the party rushes over to the barn to put out the fire. A few minutes later they return as she pops the eyes out of a dead Bullywug and throws them in the bag.
Kneeling down beside her Cam takes the hat off the Bullywug's head and stands up, turning it over to inspect it. As she does a large central eye swivels around and stares at her. She yelps and cries out, "The eye! It moved!" As the party turns to look, it turns, locking its gaze on each of them one by one.
"Can it see us? What is it?!" Cam says, holding the hat at arms length.
"I don't know! Put it in the bag!" Alenea cries back, holding open the bag.
Camwyna thrusts it in and the groups attention turns to the stirring Bullywugs as sleepy ribbets begin to fill the air.
"I think I can talk to them," says Veridian as he draws a circle in the dirt below him and sits in the centre, "I know just the spell for this."
----
A short time later Pentaghast sits on the floor, translating the Bullywug's speech to the group, miming at the frogs and carefully enunciating every word. The conversation is difficult and stilted.
"Your hat! Is this your hat!" he says, pointing a finger at the bag
The Bullywug in the middle begins to croak and ribbet as Veridian mentions the hat.
"Ask them about the hags, they're working with the hags." Cam says.
"Where is your master? Is your master a hag?" The ribbeting increases in volume again and Pentaghast scratches his head, "They are speaking about a hag... but also some sort of master? Though not like they're the same person."
The croaking from the central Bullywug stops and a harsh alien tongue replaces it. The group looks at each other as Pentaghast translates:
*The master comes. We are here to pave the way to bring order to the chaos.*
As the Bullywugs return to their ribbeting Veridian's eyes glaze over, "There are more, my owl sees more approaching. Over there. Fiends." His eyes clear and he points across the farm.
Haimish, still patrolling the area as a bear immediately turns and charges out in the direction the wizard is pointing. Veridian hangs back as the group begins to leave, "I think this is above my pay-grade, I'm staying here."
"If we stick together we can all look after each other," says Cam, waving him towards her. He relents and follows at a safe distance.
Alenea stands over the Bullywugs, looking back and forth between them and the party as it leaves. She stands weighing the benefits of kicking the frogs back into the bog versus killing them to be safe. A taste of bile comes to her mouth at the prospect of killing them.
A few moments later the farmer trots back over, pitchfork in hand, "I'll look after these, get going!" She sighs, relieved, and heads into the trees.
---
Coming out of the other side she runs into the group as Veridian slings a shard of ice into the heart of a charging imp and stops it dead in its tracks. Alenea sprints over, spinning as she reaches the closest imp, her blades singing as she slices it in half. The group tears into the remaining imps, dropping the fiends one by one.
"I think there may be more," Maena says, a divine aura flowing from her as she looks around, "There." She points into the bog.
---
The group enters the bog and uncovers a pack of green hellish creatures that were stalking the imps as they approached the farm. The party make short work of them and pack their bodies into the bag.
"Quisits," Alenea says, holding one up by its leg before depositing it in the sack, "Fiends and Demons fighting in the open. What is going on around here?"
---
Back in town the group reports to Sergeant Grimes, relaying what happened during their time on patrol. In the corner a small crowd of Bullywugs sit croaking to each other.
As they pull out the eye from the bag to show to him it swivels towards him then begins looking from person to person. Alenea cries out as it moves in her hand, drawing the attention of the room. "Does anyone have an eyepatch for this thing?"
"I have these!" Cam says as she unspools bandages from her pack and begins to wrap them around the eye.
Alenea holds up the bandaged eye to the group, "We have to take this thing to someone. I think Aurelia and the others are doing something in Portal Square. We should take it to her... or Jenna maybe."
"Aye, maybe so, but I'm off t' the pub," says Haimish as he slides the pile of gold coins Grimes has counted out for him into his pouch, "It's nearly four in the afternoon and I've not had a beer in 'ours."
---
In attendance:
Alenea Hanali: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/25166978
Camwyna Corellip Beren Loopmitten Feyhaired Nedross Puck Warryn Zook: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/14056257/OQnbx4
Maena: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/29472818
Veridian Pentaghast: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/29644452/VQpiBz
Wee Mad Haimish: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/21441853/hu4hwN
Erevan Nailo: www.dndbeyond.com/characters/28098301/dYPLfu
Rumour: thekantasexpanse.boards.net/thread/1368/online-devilish-implications-bf-levels
