Ok, so Im gonna be busy until next Monday. Im headed down to San Diego Comic-Con. So,please forgive me if my posts are a bit short as I will only be able to post from my phone.
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STATUS: Blarg. I'm here again.. cause well I just can't seem to stay away. I crave the days where I would write everyday. I miss it badly. 3 mos ago
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Blarg. I'm here again.. cause well I just can't seem to stay away. I crave the days where I would write everyday. I miss it badly.
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Dumb that accounts cannot be deleted. Any way I will not be logging on anymore. Bye!
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I have returned, but I am not super active. Mostly because I am not seeing too many interesting threads. Will only play in small group as big groups get messy real quick.
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Gonna have to step away from playing for a while. Its a bummer but I just dont have the focus.
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Thinking of starting a new Advanced small group adventure after the new year.....
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I am an almost 40 year old from California who enjoys all Nerdy things. I prefer a small group over 1x1. Into into any genre, but I prefer Fantasy or Urban Fantasy.
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“Such tactics would be unwise, Lady Laila” Zin commented calmly. “Suitable time is needed to obtain such poisons and uncertainty in whether it will actually work. Neither of which can be afforded.” Zin left out the fact he believed that such tactics were cowardly and dishonorable. It would leave them no better than the bandits themselves.
Zin grew sick at thought of fighting an opponent he knew was handicapped. He glanced over to Captain Kayden to see his reaction and hoped the man had the same sense of honor. Zin only assumed Captain Kayden knew something of his actions and that was why Zin had been asked to this gathering.
Idly he ran one of his hands over the hilt of his Kukri. It was a nervous habit that he had picked up not long after his banishment. Constantly his eyes darted across the unfamiliar place and he strained to hear any more unexpected surprises. The horrors of his failure had increased his paranoia of the unknown.
Zin grew sick at thought of fighting an opponent he knew was handicapped. He glanced over to Captain Kayden to see his reaction and hoped the man had the same sense of honor. Zin only assumed Captain Kayden knew something of his actions and that was why Zin had been asked to this gathering.
Idly he ran one of his hands over the hilt of his Kukri. It was a nervous habit that he had picked up not long after his banishment. Constantly his eyes darted across the unfamiliar place and he strained to hear any more unexpected surprises. The horrors of his failure had increased his paranoia of the unknown.
Zin will follow any plan that involves saving the Lords life.... If that means attacking outright or spliting the team.
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He's a Great Clan Elf, although I do see how a Dwarf would get confused about that. :)
Indeed... However, he looks surpringly human. Only one REALLY looking would see the ears. *wink*
Zin entered the abandoned and falling apart guard tower with a casual stride. His hands sat lazily on the hilts of his kukri. He was ready to grip them at a moment’s notice. His eyes darted across the fire lit room taking in the appearance and measure of each individual inside. The room was mostly dominated by humans, though that seemed to be a normal occurrence in these parts. There were a few interesting fellows who’s kind Zin had never met before. However, the wood Elf had been a small surprise as he did not meet many of his cousins this far out.
“Greetings,” Zin nodded in greeting but did not take a seat at the table. Instead, he found a section of wall that appeared to be stable and leaned up against it.
A few more humans would arrive shortly and take their seats. It was then that the man near the back of the room would stand. He introduced himself as Kayden and possibly this gatherings new Captain. The Dwarf from outside then entered the room and strode up to Kayden.
"Before we begin, there are a couple of things. First I'll speak about what is on everyone's mind. Loot." Kayden continued on and several people murmured their approval. "You get the bounty for what you kill yourself, but if we find loot somewhere, we save it, put it in a pile, and distribute it evenly... ”
Though it would shock many here, Zin really had no interest in the getting of loot. Yes, he took bounties and turned them in, but never so much that it would fill his coin purse. More often than not, Zin took the bounties that no one else thought worthy of their time.
“Well Met...” Kayden’s Dwarf companion, Morek, said.
Zin’s ears twitched moments too late as a large creature landed behind the so-called Captain. In reaction, Zin pushed himself upright off the wall. His hands firmly gripped around the hilts of his kukri. If it were not for the unsurprised Kayden Zin might have launched himself to protect the man. Kayden didn't turn around, but glanced backwards and gave a pleased smile. "Meet fail-safe number two. His name is Jex."
Zin relaxed his grip on his weapons and leaned back onto the wall, albeit still slightly agitated. It was then that Kayden actually explained the reason for their rather unusual gathering. He wanted them to take on a band of 50 men, who had wronged Jex. Zin thought it a suicide mission. Even with their numbers they had little chance of taking out that many opponents, especially if they had the advantage of the Keep.
“...However, there is something we must speak of first."
Morek turned and strode over to a shadowed corner of the tower only to reveal a giant treasure chest. Morek then set it behind Kayden and bashed the lock apart with his axe. The captain turned around and nodded to Morek. The Dwarf opened up the chest, to reveal not treasure, but a man with tousled hair bound and gagged. Zin raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"This is one of the bandits…." Kayden explained hastily. The information they had gathered said that tomorrow a group of 30 of the bandits would be ambushing a Lord on his travels. "If you're not with me, leave now...”
Up until this last bit of information, Zin was of the mind to do just that. However, with innocent life so clearly in danger, he could not leave them to that fate.
“Would we not be better served to attack the keep while their main force is away from their stronghold? Then when the others return, their numbers thinned, laden down with loot, we can mop them up.” The woman who identified herself as Cassilda said.
“perhaps myself and a few of the stealthier of our number could go round up my crew tonight and together we could lie in wait for tomorrow's bandit ambush party and ambush them before they even have a chance to ambush the lord!" the small man named Hobnob added.
“If I might suggest another option, the lord will have fifteen good fighting men with him. Another dozen or so surely would not be remiss, and would help even out the numbers against thirty or so bandits quite handily. A keep storming against twenty men very likely to still be unaware if we move quickly after our initial battle, considering how slow thirty gold-laden men are likely to travel- ought to be fairly simple compared to the same battle against fifty men." The man named Nuva suggested.
“I have come to be known as Zin. I am inclined to agree with Doer,” Was all Zin said.
Zin had reservations about this entire situation. He was unsure of the group’s capabilities and feared the group could be headed to their slaughter. The young Warrior, Kayden seemed enthusiastically ready to lead. But was he? Why was he so eager to lead people to their possible deaths or worse? Zin had never heard of this man before and thus could not accurately judge his ability or motives.
There was only one way to find out.
“Greetings,” Zin nodded in greeting but did not take a seat at the table. Instead, he found a section of wall that appeared to be stable and leaned up against it.
A few more humans would arrive shortly and take their seats. It was then that the man near the back of the room would stand. He introduced himself as Kayden and possibly this gatherings new Captain. The Dwarf from outside then entered the room and strode up to Kayden.
"Before we begin, there are a couple of things. First I'll speak about what is on everyone's mind. Loot." Kayden continued on and several people murmured their approval. "You get the bounty for what you kill yourself, but if we find loot somewhere, we save it, put it in a pile, and distribute it evenly... ”
Though it would shock many here, Zin really had no interest in the getting of loot. Yes, he took bounties and turned them in, but never so much that it would fill his coin purse. More often than not, Zin took the bounties that no one else thought worthy of their time.
“Well Met...” Kayden’s Dwarf companion, Morek, said.
Zin’s ears twitched moments too late as a large creature landed behind the so-called Captain. In reaction, Zin pushed himself upright off the wall. His hands firmly gripped around the hilts of his kukri. If it were not for the unsurprised Kayden Zin might have launched himself to protect the man. Kayden didn't turn around, but glanced backwards and gave a pleased smile. "Meet fail-safe number two. His name is Jex."
Zin relaxed his grip on his weapons and leaned back onto the wall, albeit still slightly agitated. It was then that Kayden actually explained the reason for their rather unusual gathering. He wanted them to take on a band of 50 men, who had wronged Jex. Zin thought it a suicide mission. Even with their numbers they had little chance of taking out that many opponents, especially if they had the advantage of the Keep.
“...However, there is something we must speak of first."
Morek turned and strode over to a shadowed corner of the tower only to reveal a giant treasure chest. Morek then set it behind Kayden and bashed the lock apart with his axe. The captain turned around and nodded to Morek. The Dwarf opened up the chest, to reveal not treasure, but a man with tousled hair bound and gagged. Zin raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"This is one of the bandits…." Kayden explained hastily. The information they had gathered said that tomorrow a group of 30 of the bandits would be ambushing a Lord on his travels. "If you're not with me, leave now...”
Up until this last bit of information, Zin was of the mind to do just that. However, with innocent life so clearly in danger, he could not leave them to that fate.
“Would we not be better served to attack the keep while their main force is away from their stronghold? Then when the others return, their numbers thinned, laden down with loot, we can mop them up.” The woman who identified herself as Cassilda said.
“perhaps myself and a few of the stealthier of our number could go round up my crew tonight and together we could lie in wait for tomorrow's bandit ambush party and ambush them before they even have a chance to ambush the lord!" the small man named Hobnob added.
“If I might suggest another option, the lord will have fifteen good fighting men with him. Another dozen or so surely would not be remiss, and would help even out the numbers against thirty or so bandits quite handily. A keep storming against twenty men very likely to still be unaware if we move quickly after our initial battle, considering how slow thirty gold-laden men are likely to travel- ought to be fairly simple compared to the same battle against fifty men." The man named Nuva suggested.
“I have come to be known as Zin. I am inclined to agree with Doer,” Was all Zin said.
Zin had reservations about this entire situation. He was unsure of the group’s capabilities and feared the group could be headed to their slaughter. The young Warrior, Kayden seemed enthusiastically ready to lead. But was he? Why was he so eager to lead people to their possible deaths or worse? Zin had never heard of this man before and thus could not accurately judge his ability or motives.
There was only one way to find out.
Dastardly door! Be gone I say or I Shall slay ye until ye are but bits upon the ground.
Sorry, I had to cut my post a little shorter than I intended. @POOHEAD189 go ahead and continue on and I can catch up.
Zin crouched low in the thick undergrowth of the forest floor as he peered out into the torch lit village. The sun had long since taken its rest below the horizon and the village had settled into the early hours of sleep. Zin was ready to make the move. He quickly signaled with two fingers to his right indicating he wanted two of his faction to maneuver around the back. The remaining three would know to follow directly behind him. He then pulled a single Kukri from its sheath on his belt, tested its weight in his hand, and went over each step of the plan in his mind. From behind him, he could vaguely make out the sounds of speech, but he paid no heed.
With the grace of a cat, Zin slipped out from his hiding place and headed towards the village center. Making sure to stay unseen, he stopped and peered around every hut to make sure the path was clear. His destination was the hut at the very heart of the village. That was where he had seen them take her.
He readjusted the dulled edge of kukri blade along his forearm and brought it up to shoulder height as he advanced to the last stop. He let out a steamy breath trying to slow his heartbeat. He found it curious that he had barely noticed the coldness of the night with all the adrenaline running through his veins. Quickly he peered around the last corner, expecting there to be at least two men keeping guard. However, there were none. He thought that even more curious. He pushed on anyway and quickly traversed the last steps to the Hut opening. Again he signaled for two to stay behind and guard the entrance. When Zin entered the Hut he felt a wash of warmth rush over him and he shivered at the sensation. Not letting down his guard, he peered over the entire room. Standing alone with her back towards him was the chieftain’s daughter.
“Enania,” Zin whispered as gently as his deep voice could manage. He let his kukri fall to his side.
She did not stir.
“Enania,” he whispered again taking the steps to reach her. Gently he reached out to touch her on the shoulder. That’s when she let out a blood-curdling scream and turned to face him.
Zin gasped and stumbled backward at the visage before him.
“You did this” she gurgled, as blood spilled from her mouth and nose leaving a trail down to where she grasped at the gaping hole in her abdomen.
***
Zin’s eyes fluttered open and he groaned deeply. Again he dreamed of the night his life would take its present course. The image of Enania was so burned into his psyche that there were days upon days he could not find peaceful slumber. Only when his body could longer push forward would he succumb to exhaustion. He rubbed his face to push away the fatigue. That is when he noticed the Ironclad Dwarf standing in front of him.
Without a word, the Dwarf stretched out his hand to deliver a small sealed letter. Zin looked at the letter and then back to the Dwarf. Zin raised an eyebrow questioningly. The Dwarf only insisted by shaking the small letter. The sound of the crinkling paper was only apparent to those with keen hearing. Zin nodded in acceptance and took it. Before Zin could mutter a thank you, the Dwarf turned on his heels and stocked away.
Dwarfs were strange creatures Zin had to admit. He could just not image living so far under the Earth that they barely ever felt the sun’s warmth or see the green of the forests. They chose to live in such dark and damp places. Though, most of those who lived outside the forests baffled him.
Zin had not been ignorant of the world outside the forests, but his exile had forced to him realize that he knew very little, if anything at all. What he did know came from stories told by human travelers who had frequently visited his village. One such visitor, a woman, had taught him the common tongue. He frowned at the thought of her. This was the first time he had thought of her since he had left. He could hardly imagine how she could fare in this hostile world. Though he supposed she had visited them often and usually at the same time every year. She must have had some way of protecting herself.
Zin reigned in his wondering mind and brought it back to the letter in his hand. He shifted his maroon pallium; throwing it back over his shoulder. Then he unfolded the delicate paper to reveal the ornate lettering inside.
***
The ruin had not been that hard to find, even as the light began to fade. Zin knew he had the right place when he spotted the Ironclad Dwarf guarding what appeared to be the entrance to the ruin. Casually he walked up the path. He took a large inhale through his nose in the hopes that he could identify if there was an ambush nearby. He smelled nothing too unusual. Except for maybe the strange smell of Iron ore that Dwarfs seemed to always smell of. Zin’s ears then twitched. There was conversation being made just inside. Zin only stopped long enough to nod to the Dwarf before pushing open the door with a single hand.
With the grace of a cat, Zin slipped out from his hiding place and headed towards the village center. Making sure to stay unseen, he stopped and peered around every hut to make sure the path was clear. His destination was the hut at the very heart of the village. That was where he had seen them take her.
He readjusted the dulled edge of kukri blade along his forearm and brought it up to shoulder height as he advanced to the last stop. He let out a steamy breath trying to slow his heartbeat. He found it curious that he had barely noticed the coldness of the night with all the adrenaline running through his veins. Quickly he peered around the last corner, expecting there to be at least two men keeping guard. However, there were none. He thought that even more curious. He pushed on anyway and quickly traversed the last steps to the Hut opening. Again he signaled for two to stay behind and guard the entrance. When Zin entered the Hut he felt a wash of warmth rush over him and he shivered at the sensation. Not letting down his guard, he peered over the entire room. Standing alone with her back towards him was the chieftain’s daughter.
“Enania,” Zin whispered as gently as his deep voice could manage. He let his kukri fall to his side.
She did not stir.
“Enania,” he whispered again taking the steps to reach her. Gently he reached out to touch her on the shoulder. That’s when she let out a blood-curdling scream and turned to face him.
Zin gasped and stumbled backward at the visage before him.
“You did this” she gurgled, as blood spilled from her mouth and nose leaving a trail down to where she grasped at the gaping hole in her abdomen.
***
Zin’s eyes fluttered open and he groaned deeply. Again he dreamed of the night his life would take its present course. The image of Enania was so burned into his psyche that there were days upon days he could not find peaceful slumber. Only when his body could longer push forward would he succumb to exhaustion. He rubbed his face to push away the fatigue. That is when he noticed the Ironclad Dwarf standing in front of him.
Without a word, the Dwarf stretched out his hand to deliver a small sealed letter. Zin looked at the letter and then back to the Dwarf. Zin raised an eyebrow questioningly. The Dwarf only insisted by shaking the small letter. The sound of the crinkling paper was only apparent to those with keen hearing. Zin nodded in acceptance and took it. Before Zin could mutter a thank you, the Dwarf turned on his heels and stocked away.
Dwarfs were strange creatures Zin had to admit. He could just not image living so far under the Earth that they barely ever felt the sun’s warmth or see the green of the forests. They chose to live in such dark and damp places. Though, most of those who lived outside the forests baffled him.
Zin had not been ignorant of the world outside the forests, but his exile had forced to him realize that he knew very little, if anything at all. What he did know came from stories told by human travelers who had frequently visited his village. One such visitor, a woman, had taught him the common tongue. He frowned at the thought of her. This was the first time he had thought of her since he had left. He could hardly imagine how she could fare in this hostile world. Though he supposed she had visited them often and usually at the same time every year. She must have had some way of protecting herself.
Zin reigned in his wondering mind and brought it back to the letter in his hand. He shifted his maroon pallium; throwing it back over his shoulder. Then he unfolded the delicate paper to reveal the ornate lettering inside.
***
The ruin had not been that hard to find, even as the light began to fade. Zin knew he had the right place when he spotted the Ironclad Dwarf guarding what appeared to be the entrance to the ruin. Casually he walked up the path. He took a large inhale through his nose in the hopes that he could identify if there was an ambush nearby. He smelled nothing too unusual. Except for maybe the strange smell of Iron ore that Dwarfs seemed to always smell of. Zin’s ears then twitched. There was conversation being made just inside. Zin only stopped long enough to nod to the Dwarf before pushing open the door with a single hand.
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