The Harbinger of Ferocity

Post a random fact about yourself.

There exists an alternate version of my distinctive persona which includes fantasy armor on the feline frame. It is the only canon, and only one at all, alteration I have ever made. Changes are specifically forbidden by and large for the sake of developing and dedicating to a singular idea at heart.

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

All I ask is that players attempt to do what they can by posting as often as they can, @DocRock. The game will move on, better or worse, without their guidance and will continue the narrative. Although without readers and participants in one, that is obviously far less exciting. So with this in mind, respond where viability allows.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I once was an exceedingly wrathful soul and it took years of practice, read conditioning and focus, to break the anger. With life now, it is a strange experience to be the serene, unshaken one who is difficult to persuade to any extreme. At times I mourn the loss of being consumed by emotions, no matter how valid they might be, even the aforementioned fury, but I would be wrong to admit this process of tempering has not made me better for it. As much this is a blessing, in many ways is it a curse; lows are not lower but so are highs not higher.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Useful information to have all the same, @Hekazu. As for the "bloodied" status, it was more just my inquiry if they seemed to be living or affected at all. Say if they were undead, I imagine they would just seemingly absorb attacks with little outward reaction. Mostly a matter of needing to know if they were unphased for some reason as that would become much more concerning and pressing.

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

@Polybius @Dark Light @Pyromaniacwolf @DocRock @Voltus_Ventus

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Chapter I

"After some pawing through the texts, you discern that the loose leaves of paper appear to have been a letter, one addressed to an unknown but now their words give the strangest inkling they belong to you. Not just in the literal sense of you being the apparent sole survivor, nothing nearly so inane and meaningless, but that the odds the still visible words of "And so these are entrusted to you." as the last line before the now lost signature seem a touch upon something within you. This understanding not isolated, in your fuddling with the sea desecrated pages you would swear on your life that the books were perceived with great musing and importance; whoever owned them attributed them strange quality."

"Setting the pages aside on the sand, doing your best to prevent them from being buried or blown away by putting a shell form the shore atop them, you meander over the books. Without any text to distinguish them from one another, you begin reaching for the first and seemingly most ominous text, one of dark, perhaps once black binding. No warning from the sun high above or the island behind you, your finger hesitates to touch the text..."

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Is that to be understood as the arrow appears to have done no harm, say not drawing any blood, or the creature struck is not all that wounded by the attack, @Hekazu?

Post a random fact about yourself.

I rise before the sun does with every day, fortunate enough to see the moon and stars in doing so.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The hunter laughed under his breath as he followed the little creature to the edge of the dark pit it had leapt into, setting the great blade down by his side and drawing his bow. As his fingers went to knock an arrow, a familiar voice and touch laid itself to his ears and shoulder respectively, and the priestess was there too in a moment. At first he was hesitant, the draw on his bow matching the deepening thought he had whether she was friend or foe, something instinctual in that moment after the last, most recent experience he had with her. But as his sharp, golden eyes looked back into the pit, string drawn back by those mighty limbs he offered an reply before he exhaled, "Let us."

The shot snapped forward and the bow delivered a powerful launch, the arrow seemingly disappearing into the dark before them for the eyes that could not pierce the black. While in reality it seemed wild and haphazard to shoot into the void; in reality the outlander, far from the place he belonged, had made his mark on one of the hound-like draconids. The leftmost target was, in this moment, probably unaware it could be seen if it even had an idea at all, but Brannor had a plan. One by one he would dwindle their number, casually shooting until he rid the world of these vile dragon things, be them "man" or "animal" in kind; the kobold was to be last. That was of course unless something changed, as the warrior's allies seemed to have other things in mind.

For the moment though, surrounded by a shimmering aura, he drew another arrow from his quiver, knocked the tail end and prepared to aim again.

Rolls

Brannor attacks the left most drake with his longbow after dropping his sword beside him. He attacks with the bow at 22 and on a reasonable hit, will inflict 5 piercing damage to the drake.

@Hekazu@Ryonara@Zverda@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen

Give Me Your Favorite Quote(s).

"A cat can be trusted to purr when she is pleased, which is more than can be said for human beings."

William Ralph Inge

Post a random fact about yourself.

Just as I am partial to the scent of cedar and other pines, so am I most partial to frankincense and myrrh.