Completed Play-by-Post: In Search of the Sorcerer

[nikolokolus]

Heading back Rhenmyr explains Borric's plan. "Did she say where we might find the spear?"

Marcán blinks. "Should've asked that, but no. I assume it's in the cave. Quite a sound plan, and would work nicely for the solution. Except as it flees, we track it!"

Spoiler

I may not have made this clear. Ulfheonar was laid to rest with his spear, if I missed that, it was something I meant to tell you in Brule's telling of the story.

 

[Siveon]

OOC

When I said cave, I meant the resting place. I was certain it was a cave. I can go back and edit that if you want.

 

[Grimgravy]

OOC

The tomb the locals will be super pissed if we loot? Wonderful. Anyway, off to work.

 

[L'ennui]

As Marcán recounts how the wolf-being can be banished, Urash is coming back to the square and drops a pile of wooden scraps, beams, planks and sticks.

Looking at the strands of magical hair, he cannot help but wring his hands covetously, feeling at once a great excitement and a stinging regret at the thought that there had been a well of arcane knowledge in this very village all along, right under his nose...

"Fascinating... Perhaps I was wrong to turn the old witch away when I arrived here.", he mumbles to himself in Acadian.

Snapping from his reverie, Urash points to the collected wood and to the two villagers still salvaging what they can;

"This is a start. We could sharpen these into makeshift stakes to corral the beast into Borric and Marcán's trap."

 

[Llywelyn ap Gruffydd]

"Anyone got a knife? I can start sharpening these poles."

 

[L'ennui]

Urash unsheathes an ornate dagger from his belt, caresses the edge of the blade with his forefingers as if to test its edge, and gives it to Cormac.

"This blade is not the sharpest, but it should do for our purpose."

Urash then goes back to the ruined houses to check on Torg and Ulem. If enough wood has already been salvaged, he will help them carry it back to the square and the trio will join Cormac to fashion stakes.

 

[Llywelyn ap Gruffydd]

Cormac takes the knife, turns it over in his hand. "Thanks, this should work."

 

[ERYFKRAD]

"Never fought a god before. How about you, barbarian?"

"Hah, with gods like these, mere survival is fight enough. It seems we're putting up a good fight by any count."

 

[Grimgravy]

Rhenmyr nods to Borric knowingly. "I'll go check on our friend." Then he begins to follow Urash but when out of sight sneaks toward the greathouse.

 

[Helly]

Ker walks around, thinking about what he could do to help. "Of course! Once again, fire is the best option! And no, I don't mean creating fire barricades which would certainly end up burning the whole village - as soon as the wolf is in sight, I will illuminate it with faerie fire. It'll last for 1 hour, enough for the combat and helpful for pursuing it. I will go rest right to restore my equilibrium."

Spoiler

Ker will rest and memorize Detect Magic, Faerie Fire and Warp Wood

 

[nikolokolus]

Spoiler

I'll have a post up in an hour or so, sorry for the delay

 

[L'ennui]

Spoiler

I'll have a post up in an hour or so, sorry for the delay

OOC

No stress, mate! It's the weekend, enjoy.

 

[nikolokolus]

Ker walks around, thinking about what he could do to help. "Of course! Once again, fire is the best option! And no, I don't mean creating fire barricades which would certainly end up burning the whole village - as soon as the wolf is in sight, I will illuminate it with faerie fire. It'll last for 1 hour, enough for the combat and helpful for pursuing it. I will go rest right to restore my equilibrium."

Spoiler

Ker will rest and memorize Detect Magic, Faerie Fire and Warp Wood

OOC

I assume you wish to sit and commit to memory new "prayers." Each "spell" will take 1 turn (ten minutes) per spell level to make the proper propitiation, meditate and commit the various liturgies to memory. This will take 4 turns.

Rhenmyr is able to walk up the ramp to the Greathouse unmolested. The structure is made of rough stone and large timbers and has a high peaked roof of thick thatch. You approach the large double doors and the only sound that greets you is the howling wind coming off the lake and the loud guttering of two bronze braziers.

Meanwhile down in the village square

You spend at least a good hour or so preparing defenses around the village. You to lay several barricades of sharpened wood, lashed together with rope and leather straps and blocking the paths that lead out of the square, except for the path from the main gate. Satisfied that you've done what you can, you sit back and wait . . . and wait . . . and wait some more. Several hours pass and no sign of the wolf is seen.

 

[Grimgravy]

Rhenmyr tries to scout the outside of the great house then find a place to hide where he can observe the door.

 

[Siveon]

"What the hell is taking so long?" Marcán begins to look impatient. "Does this typically happen, Urash?"

 

[ERYFKRAD]

Tired of waiting, Borric decides to openly challenge the Wolf.
He yells to the open air in his own Kurgan tongue, for a taunt is a taunt, no matter the words.
"Wolf! Craven cur! I dare you to face me! I defy you and spit on your face! You are naught but a lowly mongrel, unfit to lick the arse of the lowliest pox-infested mother-loving leper in the worst of the Illyrian slums! A pox on your flea-infested rotgut cowardly hide! You can't even find a rat unless it came and pissed on your face! A dead worm could hunt better than you, you yellow-livered snake-spined bargain-heap excuse of a worthless lice-ridden mangy mongrel cur!

I am Borric of the Kurgan tribe of the Thundering Aurochs, and I defy you to face me!"

He spits on the ground in defiance of the Wolf.

OOC

nikolokolus Should I do a taunt roll?

 

[L'ennui]

Leaning on his staff and looking nervously at the village walls all around, Urash says to Marcán:

"I could not say, friend Marcán. I arrived to this place well after they instituted the sacrifices, and have not seen an attack with my own eyes."

 

[nikolokolus]

Rhenmyr find a shadowy nook just beyond the light cast by the braziers -- a point about halfway between the front door of the great house and the cremation biers.

Down in the square, Borric shouts his taunt into the wind; the only reply is a distant echo reverberating off the hills.

Nervous glances are exchanged between Torg and Ulem before Fidach breaks the silence a few moments later, "Perhaps the beast will not come?" He says hopefully.

Everyone roll a d6.

 

[Siveon]

Spoiler

[1d6] = 4

 

[ERYFKRAD]

Rollan

[1d6] = 1

Please don't tell me my taunt was in vain.

 

[Grimgravy]

Roll

Surprise: [1d6] = 1

 

[Helly]

Spoiler

[1d6] = 2

 

[L'ennui]

Spoiler

[1d6] = 1

 

[nikolokolus]

Collective roll for NPCs in the square: [1d6] = 4

(I'll give Llywelyn ap Gruffydd a little bit more time to roll)

 

[Grimgravy]

Damn

If this roll is for surprise, we could be screwed...