Age of Ice and Blood: A Pathfinder System Heroic Fantasy Quest
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Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
"Who's a good boy? You are! Yes you are!"
"Dude. Don't make this weird."
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[X] Talk to your men, they are loyal to lord and land and more steady than the sailors, but even the most deeply rooted tree can be shaken by the storm
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Arc 1 Post 3: The Weight of Oaths
The Weight of Oaths
Day Two, Year Unknown
Though you are not precisely enthused to be leaving the six foot long flesh-eating beast on the deck with nothing but the strange doctor to keep it from the sailors, and the sailors from him, you do have other duties to see to also. The cat may be sleeping the slumber of the properly satiated, but you cannot say the same of your men. They had followed you into the Holy Land, they had fought and they died for what you thought would be the absolution of all your sins, and then they had followed you into whatever this is.
Can't set things on Tom's shoulders alone, for all he'd never complain.
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Tom Woodsworth is the sort of man you would trust to lead your prize horse through a raging river and come out with him on the other side, like as not dry because old Tom had carried it across on his back. Stern with the rest of the company, but not cruel with it and willing to take on all the hardships right along with the rest, to which the stitches on his quilted shirt and the dents in his helm tell more than words ever could. Just about the only piece of kit on him that looks new is his shield, and that is because it is, carved out of cedar wood and painted in your colors with bright eastern dyes after the had lost the last one in battle.
On seeing you he bows his head with a respectful "Milord," before adding in a painfully neutral tone. "Saw that there was a new critter on deck..." and I am worried you are going to get your face torn off, hung unsaid between you. Judging from the whispering and the rustling all about from the rest of your men it is not an uncommon concern.
"Damnedest thing it is, a cat with a fish's tail," you reply with what you hope is a reassuring smile. "Now we can all say we've seen a mermaid, even if it wasn't the kind they make tavern songs about."
That gets a few laughs from the back, James Tanner and young Luc were the only ones doing it wholeheartedly, but you see a lot of smiles flashing in the dark, smiles pondering over what they will say to amaze the village boys over a coffer of wine or a tankard of ale. Assuming you ever get back, a dark voice whispers in the back of your mind.
As though he had somehow heard the words, or in truth maybe seen something in your face, Luc speaks up, his voice cracking a little, sending an embarrassed flush over his pale cheeks like wildfire. "Begging your pardon milord, but we heard some of the sailors talking..."
"Should have spent less time listening to all the jabber," Tom growls, but the boy is not deterred for once.
"And they were saying the Captain was spending an awful long time locked in his cabin with that strange bearded fellow, one of them was even saying he had caught something and needed a leech, but another one... T'was that Marco who said that we were cursed by God and... well he was saying that we had lost our way in the storm and that was why the Captain was so keen on looking at the maps. We aren't though milord, lost I mean?" His tone is painfully earnest, the answer he is hoping for writ clear upon his face and not just his. The others may have more caution about speaking up than a boy barely six and ten, but they want to know they are safe on the way home just as well.
Alas that giving them that answer would be a lie, and the truth would be a frightful thing to swallow. You can barely wrap your head around it, so how can you tell them? Yet on the other side of the scales how can you not? They have followed you into the maw of war and death and here you are contemplating offering lies and false comfort.
What do you reply?
[] The truth, if not the frightful whole of it. We are lost, but the Captain is doing all he can to get us back on a proper heading
[] Lie, between the storm and the broken mast it will take us longer to make port in Sicily, but we are on the right path for it
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OOC: I will be accepting suggestions for the sheets of the men-at-arms if anyone is interested.
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[x] The truth, if not the frightful whole of it. We are lost, but the captain is doing all he can to get us back on a proper heading.
There is absolutely no way they won't figure out how far off course the ship is sooner or later. Probably best not to be caught in an easily discovered lie. Maybe we could reassure the men that no one's been cursed by God, and that Marco seems like a hysterical fellow, unlikely to give sound advice.
There is absolutely no way they won't figure out how far off course the ship is sooner or later. Probably best not to be caught in an easily discovered lie. Maybe we could reassure the men that no one's been cursed by God, and that Marco seems like a hysterical fellow, unlikely to give sound advice.
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
[X] The truth, if not the frightful whole of it. We are lost, but the Captain is doing all he can to get us back on a proper heading
-[X] "We are hoping the beast has a master nearby who can point us in the right direction, which is why it was brought aboard despite the danger."
Truth, no matter how awful, is always best since it will always come out and make us lose the confidence of those with us.
@Snowfire would men-at-arms be like level 1 or 2, maybe 3, fighters or something along those lines?
-[X] "We are hoping the beast has a master nearby who can point us in the right direction, which is why it was brought aboard despite the danger."
Truth, no matter how awful, is always best since it will always come out and make us lose the confidence of those with us.
@Snowfire would men-at-arms be like level 1 or 2, maybe 3, fighters or something along those lines?
They are all level 2 warriors, warriors because they do not have complex training, level 2 because none of them are raw recruits.
- Location
- Chicago
[X] The truth, if not the frightful whole of it. We are lost, but the captain is doing all he can to get us back on a proper heading.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
[x] The truth, if not the frightful whole of it. We are lost, but the Captain is doing all he can to get us back on a proper heading
There is being lost and there is being lost. We'll see land eventually; it's just it won't be the one we expected.
- Location
- Germany
@DragonParadox
I just thought of something, will this E6 world be without Liches or other higher Undead?
Or will you allow the required magic for their creation to be replaced by rituals?
I just thought of something, will this E6 world be without Liches or other higher Undead?
Or will you allow the required magic for their creation to be replaced by rituals?
That is a bit of a spoiler. All I can say now is that while the mechanics of lichdom may be different the narrative role of mage who sought immortality in undeath is not absent.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
I would be perfectly content for an E6 setting to be free of all the many varieties of higher Undead. There are enough 'lesser' variants that are still more than capable of eating us for breakfast, after all.
Well since this one seems to be unanimous. Vote closed.