Dungeons deep, caverns old (Greenwich venue, 14th March)
Apr 3, 2019 0:24:33 GMT
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Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar, Daisy, and 2 more like this
Post by ScottWolfgang on Apr 3, 2019 0:24:33 GMT
It was Gineads first time in Daring Heights and he bloody loved it.
He giving a shoulder ride to a chirpy yet forceful gnome lady, he was seeing the sights, very fancy taverns (fancy compared to Port Ffirst) and why look, a genuine burned out temple damaged by an actual terrorist attack!
Big city lights, eh.
His group were being arranged by Paw the tabaxi, to go and pay some debt. Ginead beamed happily as the exact details passed him by like birds on the wing.
He was here to help someone. It was dangerous. That was all he needed.
Presently they were picking up a steely faced warrior called Varis, from a training ground that reminded Ginead of the exact one he had left, months ago. Looking around at all the martial intensity and inevitable heirarchal anxieties going on between the squires and cadets, he was glad of his decision.
A journey into the Kantas wilderness followed(a wilderness Ginead was starting to love), with the indomitable halforc Kalta (with whom Ginead had fought with before and could be depended on in her stoicity), the enigmatic blue tiefling Serpentine, the aforementioned plucky gnomette shoulder rider Xeena, the razor faced Varis and finally joined by the cheery ranger Keriss, huffing and puffing as he caught up with the group. A few of them had met before and exchanged some words of respect and friendship. Ginead felt a brief surge of pride in being included with such figures of reknown. These are Darite adventurers.
Paw took them all to a gnoll village, much to their surprise. The lithe and venerable tabaxi seemed to strike a deal with them in private, while Ginead and the rest of the Darites returned the suspicious gazes of the jackal-faced humanoids. All except Serpentine, that is, who seemed to be lost in a spell of some sort. All Ginead was lost in was the stench of gnoll.
Paw and a gnoll guide took them to a large pothole, with ropes descending into the darkness. After some kerfuffle with the rope, Ginead expertly demonstrated the proper way to descend such a vastness, by eschewing the rope altogether and dropping to the floor below. Apparantly there had been a fight with some bats, and Ginead was assured by an already exhausted looking Paw that he had taken one out in his descent.
Ginead joked robustly. Varis cursed him robustly. What japes and larks!
Further into the darkness, the Darites began to piece together the story of some threat that had forced the gnolls to leave their dank abodes, a threat that was taking members of their tribe and applying them to some nefarious task. They saw the evidence for that in the lumbering, mindless shapes looming out of the dark. Something was being mined down here, and using reappropriated gnolls to do so. They all took turns intimidating the story out of a pair of hapless goblins attempting to loot the corpses.
Creeping past into the tunnels, the group were finally set upon by the miners, or rather shuffled upon - the gnolls were walking corpses! Ginead led a brave solo rearguard against the shambling masses as he could hear the crackle of spellfire up ahead. His fellows were engaged with an enemy of some fortitude, as a howling echoed out of the darkness beyond Gineads armoured shoulders. Finally putting down his rotting adversary, he rejoined the others, only to see a lot of re-dead corpses at the feet of Keriss, Kalta and Serpentine, and that prickly warrior Varis apparantly struggling with some angry looking winged thing.
Shrugging, Ginead tossed one of his training javelins at it and it went down like a sack of potatoes.
Patting the furious looking Varis on the shoulder merrily and insisting he didn't need thanking (odd fellow, that Varis) Ginead looked around for the main threat, and, upon not seeing any, lit his pipe and began the ascent back to the surface with the rest of the Darites. Apparantly the thing he killed was an "Arin-yes" or something and it was a big deal, forcing the gnolls out of their homes and taking their people to be its slaves.
Ginead joked that now it was an "arin-no". Varis glowered at him darkly. Such banter and merriness!
Paw was sure that the debt had been repaid; the gnolls could return to their homes and be less trouble to people. Ginead was pleased. He liked Paw. And he did so like to help people.
He giving a shoulder ride to a chirpy yet forceful gnome lady, he was seeing the sights, very fancy taverns (fancy compared to Port Ffirst) and why look, a genuine burned out temple damaged by an actual terrorist attack!
Big city lights, eh.
His group were being arranged by Paw the tabaxi, to go and pay some debt. Ginead beamed happily as the exact details passed him by like birds on the wing.
He was here to help someone. It was dangerous. That was all he needed.
Presently they were picking up a steely faced warrior called Varis, from a training ground that reminded Ginead of the exact one he had left, months ago. Looking around at all the martial intensity and inevitable heirarchal anxieties going on between the squires and cadets, he was glad of his decision.
A journey into the Kantas wilderness followed(a wilderness Ginead was starting to love), with the indomitable halforc Kalta (with whom Ginead had fought with before and could be depended on in her stoicity), the enigmatic blue tiefling Serpentine, the aforementioned plucky gnomette shoulder rider Xeena, the razor faced Varis and finally joined by the cheery ranger Keriss, huffing and puffing as he caught up with the group. A few of them had met before and exchanged some words of respect and friendship. Ginead felt a brief surge of pride in being included with such figures of reknown. These are Darite adventurers.
Paw took them all to a gnoll village, much to their surprise. The lithe and venerable tabaxi seemed to strike a deal with them in private, while Ginead and the rest of the Darites returned the suspicious gazes of the jackal-faced humanoids. All except Serpentine, that is, who seemed to be lost in a spell of some sort. All Ginead was lost in was the stench of gnoll.
Paw and a gnoll guide took them to a large pothole, with ropes descending into the darkness. After some kerfuffle with the rope, Ginead expertly demonstrated the proper way to descend such a vastness, by eschewing the rope altogether and dropping to the floor below. Apparantly there had been a fight with some bats, and Ginead was assured by an already exhausted looking Paw that he had taken one out in his descent.
Ginead joked robustly. Varis cursed him robustly. What japes and larks!
Further into the darkness, the Darites began to piece together the story of some threat that had forced the gnolls to leave their dank abodes, a threat that was taking members of their tribe and applying them to some nefarious task. They saw the evidence for that in the lumbering, mindless shapes looming out of the dark. Something was being mined down here, and using reappropriated gnolls to do so. They all took turns intimidating the story out of a pair of hapless goblins attempting to loot the corpses.
Creeping past into the tunnels, the group were finally set upon by the miners, or rather shuffled upon - the gnolls were walking corpses! Ginead led a brave solo rearguard against the shambling masses as he could hear the crackle of spellfire up ahead. His fellows were engaged with an enemy of some fortitude, as a howling echoed out of the darkness beyond Gineads armoured shoulders. Finally putting down his rotting adversary, he rejoined the others, only to see a lot of re-dead corpses at the feet of Keriss, Kalta and Serpentine, and that prickly warrior Varis apparantly struggling with some angry looking winged thing.
Shrugging, Ginead tossed one of his training javelins at it and it went down like a sack of potatoes.
Patting the furious looking Varis on the shoulder merrily and insisting he didn't need thanking (odd fellow, that Varis) Ginead looked around for the main threat, and, upon not seeing any, lit his pipe and began the ascent back to the surface with the rest of the Darites. Apparantly the thing he killed was an "Arin-yes" or something and it was a big deal, forcing the gnolls out of their homes and taking their people to be its slaves.
Ginead joked that now it was an "arin-no". Varis glowered at him darkly. Such banter and merriness!
Paw was sure that the debt had been repaid; the gnolls could return to their homes and be less trouble to people. Ginead was pleased. He liked Paw. And he did so like to help people.
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