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D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

It was about time they received some good news. All this time the only thing they were told to do was keep watch and survive these onslaughts. Now they have a target and an objective that doesn't involve sitting on their thumbs and praying to the gods. When they mayor glanced at Kyra he could see it in her eyes: she had the fury like a storm. A rage that could match the barbarians. Kyra's righteous anger would want her to smite these interlopers with arrows and blades, more so knowing that they attacked not just her village, but her chapel as well. Falconmoon was a good man and no doubt he would do everything in his power to protect everyone he could. But he was old, which was why he taught Kyra everything he knew so that she could replace him. In fact had this attack happened later in the week, it would have been Kyra who was the head priest defending the chapel instead of him. But now was not the time for such thoughts. Now was a time for action.

Everyone was on board with saving Falconmoon and checking on the chapel, even the halfling. Kyra still had a lot of mixed opinion about that girl. She could understand her fear, but Kyra was frustrated at the thought of someone so cowardly complaining about the dangers they're facing. If she wanted to do something to help Kyra wasn't going to say anything, but she really hopes that Parum wasn't going to keep screaming about all the enemies they'll be facing. Kyra has no illusion that they'd make it to the chapel without being spotted. She has even less hope that the chapel would be in one piece. Calling the place a temple would be giving it more credit that it does: while it's more fortified than other houses, as the mayor said the walls were weak and it was no grand building. It was a humble abode for worship and occasionally gathering, but Kyra remembered just last month that she had to go replace old roofing on that building. She never did finish the job.

Soon after everyone met with Escobert. Kyra hasn't really been able to talk to him much due to all the things they both had to do in the fortress: she was busy scouting when the sally port was attacked, which was the only reason why she wasn't present for that battle. "It's as she says. If this passage is secure, than hopefully we can reach the church and find survivors. We'll likely use the same tunnel to bring them back here to safety, so if you can spare a guard or two to watch this entrance that would be ideal. If we can't use this tunnel, then we'll need to find somewhere else for the survivors to stay. Or even better, some way to break this siege. I don't suppose you have a magic weapon or arrow we could use?"

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Angi. Rochelle grew up in the country of Angi. Granted, with no real village, town, or city to call her home, Angi was just were Rochelle was born. Still the countryside was her turf. So long as they weren't heading into the city or some such, Rochelle would be in her element. And these portals were certainly convenient: it'd take her the better part of a year just to head back to her home country, and she was about to travel just as far in a few seconds. As everyone went into the portal Rochelle did a quick check up on her weapons, making sure her gun was loaded, her knife was sharp, and her shirt was on. "Note to self: next time I get paid, buy some underwear."

Around that same time Rochelle just realized that Claire had been talking to her. The jumpy little kid handed her some sort of morning-after drink which Rochelle took and downed in a second. It wasn't bad, it actually made Rochelle feel very relaxed. Not sleepy, just less sore. Her headache was even gone. This kid was going to be useful. "I'll hold you to that, big boy." Rochelle bumped her hip right into Claire, grazing his pelvis. With a wink Rochelle adjusted her hat and stepped into the portal right after Khristina and Virani.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Reboot)(Full)

Kessel

Kessel got a room for herself and Skayle, though with all the other adventurers she had to make due with a less-then-stellar single room. It was a good thing Kessel was a small person already or there may have been problems. Stopping by the room it was indeed quite small: just a bed and enough floorspace for Shayle and their things. Maybe, if Shayle leaves her axe underneath the bed. Still compared to how she lived back at Luskan sleeping in a bed was better than sleeping in a box. Kessel was heading towards the lobby where everyone else was when she heard a soft thud. On instinct she grabbed her wrench expecting an attack. It may seem a bit jumpy, but Kessel didn't live this long without being a bit paranoid. Now that thud might have been nothing, but it could have also been something. Better safe than sorry.

Moving closer to the source of the noise Kessel was faced with one of the guest room doors. Something or someone was over there. If there was nothing and she went to investigate, than there shouldn't be a problem. But if there's something here then it was a good thing she was within shouting distance of the others. Kessel knocked lightly on the door at first, knocking slightly louder as she spoke. "Hello? Anyone inside?"

Shayle

"Bah! Facing yer enemies!? That's the best time to be drinkin'! Why if it were me, I'd drink just to make some enemies. If I wanted to live a life without trouble, I'd be a wife!" Shayle gave a hearty laugh as the ale was passed around. Shayle downed her's quickly and slammed the mug on the table before the barmaid even left. "Another!" As she was being poured another pint the others introduced themselves. Alexander, Catarina, and Elleonora. Humans from the looks of them. Humans were good; sure most of her foes had been humans, but Shayle also has plenty of friends who had been human. "Acht, where me manners now. I come barging in fer drinks, and don't even introduce myself! Ya think a dwarf would begin telling everyone who she and her family is. Eh... Anyways, the name's Shayle. Now, what's this I hear about some trouble?"

Cheap mead wasn't the only thing that Shayle had smelled on the way in. This place had the scent of elves about it. Shayle wasn't any more a fan of elves than she was orcs. Be it high, wood, or dark, those pointed-eared bastards couldn't go a minute without trying to trick you into some scheme or conspiracy of theirs. Shayle had made the mistake before of thinking that not all elves were a bunch of lying tricksters who are more interested in using you as a cog than who you really are. At least orcs were straightforward: they wanted to kill you for your stuff and because they hated you. But an elf, an elf could kill you for some ridiculous reason that only makes sense to themselves. And for Shayle it wasn't hard to spot the elf. She was sitting at the bar with the halfling. If Shayle heard rightly, the elf was named Vivian and the halfling Parum.

"Well, suppose that's expected really... No surprise that your elf managed to get herself intro trouble. What she do? Con a noble of his coin? Tricked a young lad into taking a sword to the gut fer her? Or are ya lot just on the run? Ain't like you lot of dressed like farmers. If you ain't in trouble, I'd guess yer be adventurers. Where ya going? Only place of interest round these parts is some ruin that got dug up recently. Don't suppose you're heading that way?" Shayle said as she emptied her pint again. At this point the dwarf made things easier for the barmaid and just sat next to the keg, tossing ten gold pieces so she could refill at her own pace. If Shayle wasn't interested in actually talking, she'd just drink straight from the barrel. Both the ale and the keg were light enough.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Reboot)(Full)

I'll try to post today or tomorrow.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Oh right, I knew I was forgetting something!

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Rinori Imaryn

Character Name:

Rinori Imaryn

Age:

32

Race:

Dunmer

Sex:

Female

Birthsign:

The Serpent

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Specialisation:

Stealth

Class:

Hunter

Skills:

• Expert: Sneak, Archery
• Apprentice: One-Handed Blade, Atheltics, Acrobatics, Trap Setting (Craft), Foraging (Craft)
• Novice: Alchemy, Illusions, Light Armor, Restoration

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Appearance:

Rinori is a tall, proud dunmer. Even when she isn't paying attention to you she carries a casual arrogant look, with an air of aloofness that makes it seems like she is above the common rabble. Otherwise known as a resting bitch-face. While some might call her pretty, Rinori cares very little about appearances. She keeps her hair short but well kept. Like many Dunmer she has deep red eyes that unnervingly look almost completely black in the absence of light. Her skin is a a pale purplish like many ashfolk, though underneath her clothing she's notably even paler.

As a hunter she prefers to dress practically, which usually means she's nearly always wearing her hunting armor. It's light, comfortable, and protective against light blades, bramble, and most types of weather. She does have a casual dress if she needs to be out of her armor, but dislikes wearing fancier clothing. Too much trouble to take care of and less useful than a simple woolen dress. She does wear a few accessory, mostly out of memory of her parents. She often wears her mother's earrings and her father's scarf.

Personality:

At first Rinori seems haughty and bashful, rarely interacting with others and she seems quite easy to offend. But she's actually just shy and sensitive, as she isn't used to interacting with others on her own. She doesn't feel comfortable in normal, social situations as she doesn't really know what to say or how to interact with people. She's far more personal when she's outside during a hunt however; once she has a bow in her hand she's much more confident and even pleasant. Rinori is careful and cautious, never wanting to get into more trouble than she has too. But that doesn't mean she's a coward, as she'll hunt down anyone who poses a threat to her or others. Whether it's a lone bear or a bandit gang, she'll stalk her prey for as long as she needs too until they're no longer a threat.

Generally speaking Rinori is a nice person. She doesn't go out of her way to cause trouble and if people have problems with her she usually just leaves instead of letting it escalate. However this also means that if someone else is in trouble, she might not always come to their aid. If she sees a hungry child on the street she would be willing to give some money or food, but if she sees two people fighting she might just ignore it. If she sees someone like a bandit preying on travelers of course she'd help the travelers too, but again when it's two people who seem evenly matched she prefers not to get involved.

When it comes to killing, Rinori has a complicated feeling about it. She is both detached yet proud of hunting, whether she's killing wild animals, dangerous monsters, or other people. Like an artist she has no feeling about what she does until it's done, and depending on what sort of effort it took she may be proud or disgusted. Rinori prefers fairly clean and quick kills, such as an arrow from the shadows. However she also isn't afraid of using traps or poisons to help her ensure her target's death sooner or later. Trapping her quarry and rendering them unable to move for hours on end is just as clean to her as it would be to slice their throat in their sleep.

Backstory:

Rinori's parents were mercenaries, a pair of dunmer sellswords who once worked in the same unit, before eventually leaving with each other. Their life was a simple one, yet wrought with danger. Her folks took jobs such as protecting caravans, hunting down creatures for alchemists, and other sort of work one may hire someone from the Fighter's Guild to do instead. However they made a comfortable living because unlike those from the Guild, they'd take any job someone would pay them for. Sometimes instead of protecting caravans, they'd raid them. Maybe even kidnap a noble. Whatever they felt would be an easy job.

As Rinori grew up, they taught her their skills, skills they used to stay alive for as long as they did. The most important thing was how to use a bow: It was practically their signature weapon. Death at a hundred paces. It was from her parents that Rinori learned most of her skills now, from combat skills like how to handle a blade or use light armor, to alchemy and foraging wild ingredients. Her mother was fairly skilled in magic and taught her some illusion and Restoration spells, while her father fancied himself a hunter and taught her how to lay traps, sneak up on prey, and how to catch or run away from them.

When Rinori was twenty years old her father was killed during a job. Her parents were out hunting minotaurs when they where attacked by a swamp of imps. As they tried to fight them off, the minotaurs arrived and her father stayed behind so her mother could escape. The only thing left after Rinori and her mother went back was her father's scarf. Not long after her mother, after losing her husband, fell into depression and took her own life. She was on a job to deal with a troll's den, but chose to collapse the cave she and the trolls were in instead of escaping. Suddenly Rinori was left without her parents, in a land unknown to her. These lands was Cyrodiil.

It wasn't easy for Rinori. She had always been training or watching her parent's belongings, and never really knew how to interact with other people. Sure she watched her parents meet clients and arrange deals, but she was never part of that. At best she just looked tough and did her best not to let others scare her. And while she never showed it, she was always scared of what others would do to her. So even in Cyrodiil, she never really tried to live in the big cities. Instead she simply roamed the countryside, hunting for food on her own, occasionally going to a small village inn if she can't find a cave or abandoned fort to rest for the night.

After a while Rinori became good at it too. She was quite adapt at sneaking past her foes, avoiding them if she can and quietly eliminating them when she can't. Her bow became the only thing that gave her comfort. With it she could snipe a bird flying through the skies, or hit a deer who's running full speed into the forest. Bandits who tried to stop her rarely were able to catch up to her, and when they'd least expect it her arrows would shoot them down so they'd never hurt anyone again. She started to grow a taste for her abilities, honing her skills whenever she can and proud whenever she did well. When she didn't she simply made sure not to make the same mistakes as before.

That being said, Rinori never really left the Golden Coast, and only traveled to the southern parts of the Colovian Highlands. Growing older now Rinori felt that she should try to travel more, perhaps even interact with people. She was still young (For a dunmer) and wanted to see what more she had to life than merely surviving. She spent some time in Anvil, growing slowly accustomed to people though still distant. When she felt she had her fill of the city she tried going to the next one: Kvatch.

Spells:

Illusion: Serenity, Inspiration, Illuminate
Restoration: Salve, Absorb Fatigue

Inventory:

Leather Armor (Includes boots, bracer, and body armor)
Woolen Dress
Red Scarf
Earrings
Steel Bow
Steel Arrows x50
Steel Shortsword
Steel Dagger x2
Silk Rope 50 feet (Used to make traps)
Travel Backpack
Bedroll
Extra-Comfy Pillow
Weather-Resistant Cloak w/Hood
Mortar and Pedestal
Alchemy Satchel
Nightshade x3
Stinkhorn x3
Mandrake Root x5
Venison x3
Boar Meat x4
Waterskin
Flint and Steel
Poison (Minor) x4
Potion of Healing x2
Potion of Magic x2
Potion of Cure Poison x1

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Of course Kyra would want to head to the temple ASAP. With or without magic she won't let her church fall. That being said I do agree we need to do a stealth route, and to that end @Hekazu would Kyra have intimate knowledge of the village since she's lived there, and thus know the quickest, fastest route to the chapel? As well as a general idea of the current enemy patrols since scouting is more or less what she's doing when she isn't tending to the wounded?

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

@Darkmoon Angel

Unless you want us to just keep chatting amongst ourselves or walk through the gate on our own, I think it'll be safe to move us on.

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

@cloudystar Rochelle didn't shoot him otherwise he'd be dead. You could just say he was in the same room, tied to what remains of the bed, stripped completely nude and had his virgin card taken away from him.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Kyra knew, in the back of her mind, that these creatures were only driven by greed. If they had all the treasure they wanted to felt that this place was too much trouble to rob, they would leave. But deep inside of her Kyra didn't care why they're here or what they're after: she wanted them dead. Not gone, dead. Every last one of them, gutted and skewered like animals. These thoughts polluted he mind as filled her will with negative intent, but she had to take a deep, death-filled breath to remember her vows. Death was a part of life, and it is within the nature of man and beasts to kill one another. As much as Kyra wanted to hate these creatures, what they did was as natural for them as hunting a deer was for Kyra. She only considers it evil because she is the victim.

Pushing these thoughts away Kyra tried to focus on the morbid tasks of attending to the wounded. At this point some of the other soldiers came back to carry off the dead, allowing Kyra to try and heal those who still lived. Other healers arrived and Kyra did her best to assist them. She was given some basic supplies and medicine and told to stabilize as many people as she could. First she started with the most heavily wounded: those with missing limbs or on the cusp of death. Many begged her for mercy and to put them out of their misery, but she ignored their cries as she bandaged their wounds and could only ease their pain. The ones she couldn't save, the ones who were only a hare's breath from death, she could not stay and comfort either.

Kyra doesn't know how many lives she saved and frankly if asked, she would stay say it wasn't enough. She's been fighting and healing the people Greenest since the attack first began, and even before she's been on hand to cure those suffering from plague, natural disasters, or even bandit attacks. But this would be the first time ever that so many people were injured and she couldn't help any of them. The guilt weighed heavily on her mind but she had to ignore it. Guilt and doubt had no place when there was work to be done. As she was about to start on another patient, Brannor came and told her she's being hailed. Kyra was confused at first with who he was referring to as "Priestess" until she remembered that the others were only member of the clergy of Chauntea, and only Kyra was their official cleric. Granted, there was her teacher but... She hasn't seen him since the attack began. Knowing him however Kyra could say that he saved as many people as he could.

"Kyra Sherpard. You can just call me Kyra."

She hoped that this was important, because there were still many here who needed healing. The acolytes had some knowledge in medicine but none of them had the same skill as she did. She handed her healing kit to another and gave them as many directions as she could before she picked up her bow and sword, following the swordsman to the top of the tower. There was another spellcaster, the old man with the turtle shell shield, who was also coming along. Kyra doesn't recognize him but she was aware that his powers felt... Similar to hers. Divine, but the source was different. It didn't really matter but Kyra was somewhat wary. It didn't help that the old man spoke in riddles sometimes. When Greenest was under attack she didn't expect to see so many new, friendly faces.

Once she arrived Kyra noted that not only were the strangers from before here, but was so was the mayor. Kyra didn't concern herself with the politics of the village so she doesn't interact with the mayor, but current moods has made Kyra question his motives and intentions. Why hasn't he already out someone to find help? Why hole up in the fortress? And what exactly did he want now? Though Kyra remained stoic, she could feel her emotions brewing within.

Actions

Kyra helps the other healers attend to the wounded and then goes to see the mayor.
Medicine = 23