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D&D 5e: Plight of Greed

The warrior didn't step out, didn't engage any of the bandits. He was either so stubborn and selfish as to retreat, or dealing with his own set of problems because of this chaos. Jakyn was angered, either way. He could hear a gruff voice call out in the distance, screeching, "Oi! Get the knife-ear! Stop them from crossin' that bridge!". There was too much attention being drawn towards the wood elf, he wouldn't be able to deal with this many bandits focusing their weaponry on him.

Jakyn conjured magic into his hands one last time, blasting forth another wave of hissing hell-flame onto the goons advancing in front of him. The two previously burnt thugs fell quickly, their legs collapsing under them, and their sticky clothes peeling away to reveal scared and broken skin. The smell of burning skin and hair disgusted Jakyn... yet also enticed a horrible urge of his. 'There is no time for such depravities', the wood elf thought to himself. The third bandit began to stumble, his abdomen burnt and nearly liquefied by the warlock's onslaught. He seemed alive, however.

Jakyn made quick haste to start crossing the bridge. The wood elf's cloak flew behind him as he sprinted, his boots clattering and legs pumping towards the other side of the ravine. He began to desperately hope that he may simply out-run anymore crossbow bolts; the one in his shoulder was beginning to sting and make his arm go numb.

Actions

Burning Hands :: attack on the three bandits

Jakyn moves 35 feet to the other side of the bridge.

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A group of fellow companions began to crowd around Kosara and the owl, seemingly prepared for the avian journey as well. The druid spoke to the owl softly, giving it clear instructions on how to transport each person across the ravine undetected. The owl made equally soft hoots in response, alert and prepared for the task at hand. Climbing onto the giant bird, Kosara prepared herself to be the first on this risky endeavour. Jakyn nodded and, on her signal, began the distraction.

The wood elf closed his eyes. He began whisking his hands around in front of him and murmuring a fell incantation in abyssal, his fingers dodging and weaving back and forth like the unruly flames of a pyre. Suddenly, Jakyn opened his eyes, and within the camp a pillar of fire erupted, shooting through one of the middle tents. It's flames gleamed blue for a moment, before settling into deep oranges and yellows. Other tents and wooden structures began catching fire, as bits of shredded, burning fabric began littering the area. There arose a commotion within the camp almost immediately.

Jakyn held his breath as he watched the owl set Kosara off at the other end of the ravine, and then quickly double back to take another rider. No arrows were shot at it; that was good. The wood elf took the next ride, climbing onto the beast as it began departing from the ground once more. The warlock looked down upon the situation that was brewing; bandit-looking men scrambled to put out the fire, unable to because of it's magical properties. A grim-looking dwarf barked orders, tents caved in and equipment was set aflame. Many of the warriors down under seemed to be pulling out weapons. Suddenly, Jakyn spotted them. The old man that had just recently joined the group, and the stoic fighter Jakyn had met before nightfall. The former was committed to his own response to the fire and bandits, while the later crouched near the bridge, blocked by men who seemed aptly armed. "Quickly, owl, leave me at the foot of the bridge. By the camp.", the warlock said in Elvish, the bird thankfully complying due to it's new confidence in the group (all thanks to Kosara).

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The large bird glided down and deposited Jakyn off near the bridge, swooping away swiftly to go and pick up another party member. The warlock turned to the two bandits that stood in front of where the grizzled fighter hid, the men looking shocked at the elf's sudden appearance by owl-flight. Putting his hand together, fingers out stretched, Jakyn mumbled another string of abyssal phrases as flame began to erupt from his finger tips, smothering the bandits in a hail of brimstone-smelling fire. "Quickly, warrior, across the bridge!", the wood elf shouted to Graham, waiting for him to burst from his cover and get behind him. The flames quickly began to fade from the warlock's tan fingers.

Actions

Create Bonfire :: cast in the middle of the camp.

Burning Hands :: directed at the two bandits blocking Graham.

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Jakyn chatted politely with his numerous companions as the group began to trek along the woodland road. Orky seemed a little more intelligent than the wood elf had previously thought; he was able to string together grammatically correct sentences, that's always a plus. The brute still seemed to give the warklock estranged glances every now and then, however. How curious. Norrlia gave the wood elf a fair share of glances as well, but in a much more innocent and intrigued manner. "No, I am not a follower of 'The Golden Goddess'. She is most foreign to me. I do wonder if such a deity is the source of the voice."

He spoke to the half-orc and half-elf about his time as an elven tribesman, humoring them on nature stories and tales of hunts he had taken part of. Soon more adventurers joined the group, Jakyn beginning to learn everyone's names and asking them if they had indeed been called by 'the voice'. Most everyone had.

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Soon, the party reached the precipice of the tower. Standing between them and their destination however, was a raggedy encampment, seemingly made up in haste. Those that inhabited this forest camp seemed... less than friendly. Quietly, Jakyn watched as those around him crafted plans on how to overcome this hostile band of humans. The wood elf suddenly spotted the druid slink into the woods, and call down a large, white owl. No one at the camp seemed to notice. Jakyn began steathily approaching her position in the woods, the gigantic owl landing down on a sturdy tree's limb. The druid began speaking to the bird, and her plan to stealthily fly her companions over the bridge soon became apparent to Jakyn. The warlock proceeded over to the druid, and began to speak in whispers to her and the owl. "If such is your plan, Kosara, I am all for it. I am more than capable of providing a distraction so your owl's voyages go smoothly."

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"Well, it was most definitely poisonous, druid. I'm glad you were unharmed.", Jakyn explained, rising from his crouched position as a group began to surround the slain insect. "Rather large, but nothing unusual. My tribe used to kill them for their meat. Just... avoid cutting the head.", the wood elf concluded, spinning around to see the half-orc he spotted before losing his mind at the sight of the mutilated bug. Jakyn let out a bit of a sigh, his biased assumption seemed sadly correct; the orc was dumb, and untrustworthy. Putting on a fake, chummy grin, the wood elf patted the orc's back as he began to move back towards the beaten path. "Come on, friend. It'll all become real if you take a walk and just don't think about it.", Jakyn said, hoping to console the brute and lure him away from the source of his distress. "Besides, the voice awaits."

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Jakyn kept his torch bright and well-burning as he walked towards the distant tower. He had seen a very large, armored figure farther up along the trail than himself, and had called out to it to come and join up with the other 'voice-seeking' companions. While the wood elf waited to see if the figure came towards them, he chatted with the two comrades he knew walked beside him; the half-elf woman, and the large half-orc. "It is pleasing to meet you both. You may have heard back there, but my name is Jakyn Thrynor. I come because of the voice's command; I assume you two do the same?"

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Jakyn had stared at the soil on the trail dozily for a few seconds, a little too interested in the odd tint it had under the moonlight. He picked up a handful of the coarse, sandy material and put it into one of his empty satchels, feeling it necessary for investigation later on. The wood elf was soon brought back to reality by the fighter's grim voice, the gruff human warning him of the light and sounds that could be seen in the distance. Standing up, Jakyn peered through the thick trees to where the warrior had described, the light moving and swaying while the sounds of battle died down quickly. A large, bird-like shape shot through the trees shortly after.

"Well, it seems like such a fight is already done with.", Jakyn commented, already walking at a brisk pace over to the light.

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Jakyn departed from the beaten path towards the now non-present light, his legs softly gliding through the forest's dense foliage as he began to near the location where the light had once been. It had darted out of sight when the wood elf was about half-way towards it, but he could still indicate the area it had originated from. Jakyn lighted his own torch, and soon came across the corpse of a giant centipede, its body slashed and torn, and gooey bits of greenish-purple blood bubbling out of its exoskeleton. He assumed this creature was the source of the fighting

Jakyn looked up from the insect to see a human female crouched next to a tree, staring at the wood elf silently. Jakyn locked eyes with the woman for a moment, glancing at her natural garments and primal demeanor before concluding she was a druid, much like those he had known in his tribe. "Hello, druid. I mean you no harm. Your torch light attracted me. Are you alright?", Jakyn said, first in Elvish, and then common. Jakyn gave the woman time to respond, before continuing with "My name is Jakyn; I come for the voice. Excuse me while I inspect your kill." The warlock then took time to crouch next to the bug and carefully inspect its body.

It was indeed huge, and possessed a mass of intriguing markings painted onto its body. It seemed much more like an owned pet than a wild animal; it certainly couldn't paint those inscriptions itself. The wood elf began deciphering the natural mystery of this giant centipede, and indeed if it was a species that was poisonous, as well as potentially numerous. He also paid attention to the markings, trying to call to memory if he had ever seen such runes in his time as a tribesman.

Dice rolls

Jakyn inspects the physical attributes/species of the centipede, and any other monster information:: Nature :: 20

Jakyn tries to recall if he's every seen the markings before:: History :: 8

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Jakyn waited as the voice commanded him, sitting on a withered stump of a tree next to a rather grizzled, burly man. The wood elf took stock as more and more characters began to filter in and wait alongside him and the warrior; a motley group was certainly starting to form. Before Jakyn knew it, the voice rang out again, commanding the group to quicken their pace towards the tower. By this time, the sky and forest had grown dark, and Jakyn had grown a little wary of both his surroundings, and his supposed companions. The half-orc and human male seemed... especially untrustworthy. Or maybe that was just the wood elf's bias.

Jakyn rose from his stump, dusted himself off, and began a reasonable trot towards the tower. He stayed beside his silent, stubborn companion as they traveled up the dirt road, the warlock's leather robes and pads jingling in tune with the fighter's own armor and weapons. The wood elf was careful to keep an eye out for both the human's movements, as well as the nature of the dark forest.

Dice Rolls and Actions

✦ Jakyn checks the darkened woods:: Perception Check :: 4

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Jakyn Thrynor, the Troubled Warlock

Jakyn Thrynor

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Appearance: Jakyn is a rambunctious looking wood elf, with a large mane of fizzy red hair and a face full of organic, happy life. His body is long and lanky, his muscles popping under his tan skin and thin bone structure. His eyes possess no pupils, but are instead solid, deep green orbs that gleam and radiate with hope for the future, and a twinge of something very wrong far under the surface...

Background:
Jakyn lived among a nomadic tribe of wood elves as he grew up, hunting and surviving as they had done for centuries. He was sufficiently educated on many things, including the wars happening outside of his peaceful tribe, and the complex workings of the vast forest he called home.

With the arrival of adult-hood, Jakyn set off into the world in accordance with his tribe's Elven traditions. Along his travels, he was captured and forcibly drafted into a lord's campaigning army, serving in bulk infantry on the bloody head of a single, tragic assault.

Jakyn was left stranded and mutilated after the combat, his body nearly paralyzed as he watched, helplessly, as his army marched onwards without him. In order to sustain himself and his largely immobile body, Jakyn resorted to cannibalism, consuming the bodies of fallen warriors strewn all around him. The wood elf was gravely ashamed of this unforgivable taboo, but could not bear the thought of dying so young; he continued to eat, and survive.

For a week Jakyn laid in that open field, attracting flies and, eventually, the demon lord Yeenoghu. Yeenoghu was intrigued by this graceful elve's fall from grace, and the depravities he committed in order to sustain himself. Yeenoghu came to the suffering Jakyn with a deal; he would be healed and given the sustaining powers of a fiendish warlock, and in exchange, Jakyn would forever thirst for humanoid flesh in the demon lord's name. With no other alternatives, the wood elf accepted Yeenoghu's offer.

Jakyn struck out into the world once again, now determined to make use of his potentially short life, and use the power he possessed to try and repress his new depraved, hungering urges. He lives life to its fullest, disillusioned by his close brush with death. He also commits himself to enacting heroic acts, hoping such deeds may cover up his insidious thirst... that of which he horrifyingly lapses back into every few moons.

Now, hearing the ancient words of a prophet he cannot yet see, Jakyn is prepared to embark on his greatest attempt at redemption yet. He enthusiastically hopes that this exploit can, in some way, tame the curse that boils within him.

Disclaimer: Unless revealed to other characters over the course of the campaign, Jakyn's cannibalistic flaw is not known to anyone except himself and his demon lord patron.

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Alright! Always up for a good ol' 5E D&D campaign. Mind if I reserve a Wood Elf Warlock? I have a bit of a crafty character idea.

The Redwatch

@River Goblin I don't want to be pushy, but can we get an update on where we are in respects to starting the RP? Are we waiting on a few more characters?

The Redwatch

@River Goblin Got my second part edited in. Tell me if you have any concerns or problems about it.