Hyrule Hunters (Closed)

StorytellerLathos · Sep 25, 2022

Stok said:
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Oro: Royal Guard Training Camp, Hiding Amongst The Foliage

It seemed to Oro that there were about two dozen Bokoblins, give or take. In addition, there were six Blue Ones amongst the Red mass. Three Bokoblins had been positioned around the outskirts of the camp, whom merely lazed about in place rather than patrol. Behind them were several makeshift barricades made from the scrap of the crumbling camp, with wide gaps every two or three they had set up. Within the camp it seemed there were many more structures halfway intact they were using for shelter. There was a large main structure which used to be the obstacle course which rose above the rest of the wood, laying slightly askew to the north of the camp. Oro currently sat due west at about fifty feet.

(Roll stealth if you choose to advance)
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Stealth Roll: 32

"One, two, three... No, fifteen? No. Six, seven, eight... Wait no-"

Oro silently tried to count the number of Bokoblins carefully in her head. It took her some time, having to go back just to make sure she didn't miss any of them, but eventually the two dozen or so came fully into view. She made a small jingling sound and clasped her mouth, pulling herself into the bit of brush she was hiding in. The sound had been a light curse word she'd muttered in Deku without thinking. With a sigh, she pushed away the embarrassment and popped her head back out.

At her side was a small pouch made of leaves that was tied up with an old piece of cloth one of the koroks had brought back one day. Oro reached for her Fairy Slingshot weaved into the tie. She filled the small leather pad with a wood pellet and aimed for one of the sleeping Bokoblins. She pulled it back, the string of ancient webs drawn taut, but then relaxed. Oro rustled her leaves and pulled herself back into the foliage. Even if she had just fired on them they could easily find her and rush her. Really she was most worried about the big one, that Moblin had to be pretty strong to keep all of these guys under its control, especially with how badly they treated them. If he could take out just that one at least, maybe there was a better chance the others would just go away! A foolproof plan!

Without another thought, Oro slowly made her way toward one of the gaps in their defenses. Every step was taken with confidence, this wasn't her first time sneaking around. With her family she usually played hide and seek and, despite their magical advantages, she was incredible at it. If it wasn't that, then they were out trying to spook critters, something that she usually had to teach her brothers and sisters to do. Her eyes lit up in happiness and bravery.

That was until she heard the snap of a twig beneath her.

Immediately she began to rustle in fear, closing her eyes, and casting a spell out of shock. Magics of forest and wind swept through the area, a green glow illuminating leaves that blew around her. That energy that protected and hid her family out in the world covered her in a veil of leaves. As she opened her eyes she looked over her hands and body in amazement. It blended better into the nature around her and as she stepped forward shifted with the shadows and small ruined fragments of structures she encountered. The leaves also seemed to have silenced her steps and quickly covered the tracks she would've left behind.

With renewed confidence, and not being sure how long this magic would last, she approached the main camp slightly faster.

(Pass Without a Trace cast)

Stok · Sep 26, 2022

Garvii: Tabantha Bridge Stable

The Skultula Knight seemed let down by Garvii's refusal, however made no argument. He simply continued to pick away at his stew while he listened to Garvii's reasons and counter-advice.

"Well, that's alright. I suppose we have our own callings, you and I. I'll be sure to name drop you to your man Silva. I know it's the tactical thing to hire an archer being a heavy combatant myself, but I've always preferred standing shoulder to shoulder with someone. Makes me feel like I can trust them," The Gothic warrior shot Garvii a knowing grin before turning back to his own meal. He tipped the bowl towards the sky and emptying the last of his broth into his mouth. He let his gaze linger towards the sky a moment, putting his hand up to shade his eyes. "Must be noon now, eh? No... one already... Thankyou for waking me up. I think I'll try to make it to your village to barter by the end of the day. Start my hunt in the morning. I'd better get to hiking,"

With that the Bone Man stood up and made a few surprisingly agile stretches for an armor-wearer. The Carapaces seemed to be cut so that there was optimal movement, and left out altogether around the inner joints of the elbows and ribs to this end. A daring balance between defense and mobility. He grabbed his oversize shovel and held it above his head, as if warming up his shoulders, and then gave it a few swings. It seemed almost as if he were playing a game, having fun, maybe even trying to impress Garvii with his form to see if he appreciated the craft.

It was clear he had used the thing plenty, sometimes swinging it sideways like an axe and other times changing it's direction to use the flat side like a hammer. It was a slow but smooth canto. With each arc, the thing gave off a metallic ring. Like some wailing soul were trapped deep inside it's black Iron. When the Skultula Knight finished his exercise, he planted the great-spade in the dirt once again and leaned on it.

"I'll trade you a contact for a contact before I leave. Last I saw Kilton, he was in Akala. It's a beautiful land, worth seeing on your travels. It's like autumn there, all year round. Like it's absorbed the sparks falling from Death Mountain over the millennia. He's a ghoulish looking fellow, Kilton. Purple skin, blue lips, but be kind to him. Really, he's a good man. Just deathly curious about monsters. Thought he could make friends with them once, I barely saved his ass. He might give you a discount on some monster-hunting gear if you're polite and mention me. Most people scream when they see him, so the bar for polite isn't so high,"

It was at this time that Perkins came over to the two roughnecks conversing, wringing his hands and visibly nervous to interject into the man's shovel-swinging.

"Eh- excuse me, warriors. I was wondering. I planned to make my way to the next Stable East in the morning with the caravan, but every day away from home can be taxing as I'm sure you both know. I was wondering if I could hire the two of you? To escort me this afternoon, instead. Fifty rupees a piece,"

Before Garvii could answer, the Knight spoke up for them.

"No thanks Perkins, I'm headed West," he said, scooping his helmet from the ground, then strapping it on, "But my friend Garvii's protection is easily worth the full hundred, you get me?" Skultula Knight clasped his hand on Perkin's shoulder with his last line, which caused him to nearly jump out of his skin. Skultula Knight then turned and winked at his Rito counterpart through his mask, "What do you say, Garvii?"
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Dragon: Dueling Peaks Canyon, Bokoblin Camp

While Dragon stalked his way up to the barricades, he was deftly quiet. Eventually he found himself well within range of his enemy, at thirty feet. The boulders usable for cover, however, were getting more and more sparse. The bit of organic plate metal he had cut off of the lizalfos dripped with it's Black Blood, but indeed would serve it's purpose for clattering and clanging when he tossed it. From here Dragon could here the grunts of four or five feeding Bokoblins, and the tearing of flesh. The wooden planks of the turned-over cart did little to muffle the sounds of gristle and teeth now. So it's clear they were preoccupied within somewhat.

The Archer was still occasionally rotating his view from the main path, to the water. Then it seemed to occur to him, where had the lizard gone? He was just there a moment ago, swimming back and forth. He was supposed to be catching them more fish!
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Misko: Still Watching Dragon

Hmmm, not so bad kid, Said the Bandit as he watched Dragon dispatch his enemy. The professional thief was even more impressed that Dragon was able to sneak up to the camp so closely. Many lesser Hylians would have been swarmed and eaten by this point. It seems I'll be getting some entertainment, in addition to my prize this afternoon.
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Oro: Royal Guard Training Camp

Oro's spell was holding true to form for her kin. The three Bokoblins stationed around her seemed to make no move or signal that they noticed her presence. Eventually she found herself stalked up right to the right most opening in the barricades. From there she could see more of their fort, or whatever one might call a pile of rubble. The main structure of the obstacle course made for a multi-storied cabin of sorts which, fragmented and askew, made for plenty of nooks and crannies for a Deku to hide. The first of which was within their next advancement. There were also several little hallways and dark caves formed from the planks and logs, making it quite the little labyrinth in it's own right. The rest of the grounds seemed to be two or three lean-toos and the Moblin's Junk Throne, with a roaring bonfire made far to the west of the camp. The largest structure aforementioned being to the east.

Many of the bokoblins only seemed to have clubs, though the blue ones wielded Traveler's swords denoting their status in the group. The moblin, had it's signature great-club laying at it's feet.
(roll stealth for every movement going forward, also roll Insight)
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Wernburger · Sep 26, 2022

Stok said:
Garvii: Tabantha Bridge Stable

The Skultula Knight seemed let down by Garvii's refusal, however made no argument. He simply continued to pick away at his stew while he listened to Garvii's reasons and counter-advice.

"Well, that's alright. I suppose we have our own callings, you and I. I'll be sure to name drop you to your man Silva. I know it's the tactical thing to hire an archer being a heavy combatant myself, but I've always preferred standing shoulder to shoulder with someone. Makes me feel like I can trust them," The Gothic warrior shot Garvii a knowing grin before turning back to his own meal. He tipped the bowl towards the sky and emptying the last of his broth into his mouth. He let his gaze linger towards the sky a moment, putting his hand up to shade his eyes. "Must be noon now, eh? No... one already... Thankyou for waking me up. I think I'll try to make it to your village to barter by the end of the day. Start my hunt in the morning. I'd better get to hiking,"

With that the Bone Man stood up and made a few surprisingly agile stretches for an armor-wearer. The Carapaces seemed to be cut so that there was optimal movement, and left out altogether around the inner joints of the elbows and ribs to this end. A daring balance between defense and mobility. He grabbed his oversize shovel and held it above his head, as if warming up his shoulders, and then gave it a few swings. It seemed almost as if he were playing a game, having fun, maybe even trying to impress Garvii with his form to see if he appreciated the craft.

It was clear he had used the thing plenty, sometimes swinging it sideways like an axe and other times changing it's direction to use the flat side like a hammer. It was a slow but smooth canto. With each arc, the thing gave off a metallic ring. Like some wailing soul were trapped deep inside it's black Iron. When the Skultula Knight finished his exercise, he planted the great-spade in the dirt once again and leaned on it.

"I'll trade you a contact for a contact before I leave. Last I saw Kilton, he was in Akala. It's a beautiful land, worth seeing on your travels. It's like autumn there, all year round. Like it's absorbed the sparks falling from Death Mountain over the millennia. He's a ghoulish looking fellow, Kilton. Purple skin, blue lips, but be kind to him. Really, he's a good man. Just deathly curious about monsters. Thought he could make friends with them once, I barely saved his ass. He might give you a discount on some monster-hunting gear if you're polite and mention me. Most people scream when they see him, so the bar for polite isn't so high,"

It was at this time that Perkins came over to the two roughnecks conversing, wringing his hands and visibly nervous to interject into the man's shovel-swinging.

"Eh- excuse me, warriors. I was wondering. I planned to make my way to the next Stable East in the morning with the caravan, but every day away from home can be taxing as I'm sure you both know. I was wondering if I could hire the two of you? To escort me this afternoon, instead. Fifty rupees a piece,"

Before Garvii could answer, the Knight spoke up for them.

"No thanks Perkins, I'm headed West," he said, scooping his helmet from the ground, then strapping it on, "But my friend Garvii's protection is easily worth the full hundred, you get me?" Skultula Knight clasped his hand on Perkin's shoulder with his last line, which caused him to nearly jump out of his skin. Skultula Knight then turned and winked at his Rito counterpart through his mask, "What do you say, Garvii?"
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Garvii grinned behind closed eyes. Making friends wasn't something he was overly familiar with. His younger days were mostly filled with self imposed training, swinging heavy wooden clubs like the Boko Bat that Moblins seemed fond of wielding by himself for hours in the Tabantha fields surrounding Rito Village. He recognized the clear skill of the Skultula Knight's weapon exercises and knew that they shared this type of training between them. Growing accustomed to heavy weapons was a different skillset than the graceful archery of his kin. It took time to build muscle and sheer perseverance to attain mastery over the weighted tools.

"Our paths seem mutually beneficial Perkins. If you can stave your nerves long enough, you can have my blade. Keep me fed and paid and I can promise you ample protection on your journey."

Garvii felt a strange pain in his chest. The thought of leaving home was taking shape. But he was ready.

He stood and drew The Roc Feather from its back scabbard. He took two large practice swings in answer to his new friend's demonstration and then thrust it into the soft ground.

"May our paths cross again... . What was your name Skul Knight?"

Just_Dragon · Sep 26, 2022

Stok said:
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Dragon: Dueling Peaks Canyon, Bokoblin Camp

While Dragon stalked his way up to the barricades, he was deftly quiet. Eventually he found himself well within range of his enemy, at thirty feet. The boulders usable for cover, however, were getting more and more sparse. The bit of organic plate metal he had cut off of the lizalfos dripped with it's Black Blood, but indeed would serve it's purpose for clattering and clanging when he tossed it. From here Dragon could here the grunts of four or five feeding Bokoblins, and the tearing of flesh. The wooden planks of the turned-over cart did little to muffle the sounds of gristle and teeth now. So it's clear they were preoccupied within somewhat.

The Archer was still occasionally rotating his view from the main path, to the water. Then it seemed to occur to him, where had the lizard gone? He was just there a moment ago, swimming back and forth. He was supposed to be catching them more fish!
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Misko: Still Watching Dragon

Hmmm, not so bad kid, Said the Bandit as he watched Dragon dispatch his enemy. The professional thief was even more impressed that Dragon was able to sneak up to the camp so closely. Many lesser Hylians would have been swarmed and eaten by this point. It seems I'll be getting some entertainment, in addition to my prize this afternoon.
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Dragon watched as the archer looked between the path and the river. Why? Well he honestly had no idea, the only thing would be in there would be a few fish. And the Lizalfos too. It only took a few seconds to click, but when it did, it sure did. Those two were working together! It's not blatently obvious, but it does make sense. It came out of the river in the same direction as the camp.. but at the same time he didn't see it, so he can only assume. The expression it was making made Dragon almost entierly sure that the two were in kahoots, so he now knew where he's going to be throwing this piece of metal.

With that, Dragon tossed the sheet of metal towards a boulder, one that was closer to the river specifically. He felt like that would be likely to retain the Archer's attention for a while. Even though he really didn't need too long, every single second counts. Before he struck or anything like that, he waited for the noise to be made, as intended. Once that was the case, Dragon emerged from his cover with the boomerang already cocked back! He was ready to throw, and throw he did! The Hylian tossed his boomerang as hard as he could, right towards the Archer's head!

Metal throw: 1d20 + 5 (Str) = 9
Boomerang Throw: 1d20 + 6 (Dex) = 21
Boomerang Damage: 1d8 + 6 (Dex) = 12
Stealth 1d20 +6 (Dex) = 22

StorytellerLathos · Sep 26, 2022

Stok said:
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Oro: Royal Guard Training Camp

Oro's spell was holding true to form for her kin. The three Bokoblins stationed around her seemed to make no move or signal that they noticed her presence. Eventually she found herself stalked up right to the right most opening in the barricades. From there she could see more of their fort, or whatever one might call a pile of rubble. The main structure of the obstacle course made for a multi-storied cabin of sorts which, fragmented and askew, made for plenty of nooks and crannies for a Deku to hide. The first of which was within their next advancement. There were also several little hallways and dark caves formed from the planks and logs, making it quite the little labyrinth in it's own right. The rest of the grounds seemed to be two or three lean-toos and the Moblin's Junk Throne, with a roaring bonfire made far to the west of the camp. The largest structure aforementioned being to the east.

Many of the bokoblins only seemed to have clubs, though the blue ones wielded Traveler's swords denoting their status in the group. The moblin, had it's signature great-club laying at it's feet.
(roll stealth for every movement going forward, also roll Insight)
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Stealth Roll: 37
Insight Roll: 13

They walked through the gap with a wash of relief. If they hadn't noticed them yet there was a good chance their plan could work. Oro got up on their toes and looked around the best they could. Although the dilapidated structure and ruins turned to encampments were impressive there was something much more important they wanted to clock.

Rubble, rubble, Boko, Bluey, throne, fire... Throne!

Oro turned their head back to the throne, it'd been visible from afar but now they knew exactly where they were heading. They had spotted some easy cover in the twisted, shadowy remains of the obstacle course. The approach should've been easy with careful steps but something was wrong. There was some form of tension and a sick feeling in their stomach. It wasn't nerves, their mind was clear, and the strain was something deeper inside. That feeling of knots upon knots of anxiety welling up all inside when something bad has to happen. It was more along the lines of straining than distressing. Occasionally on a step, they needed to stop for a moment to deal with it before moving on. Still, Oro pressed on, hoping it'd subside or at least get a little better.

They tried to keep note of the fact that some of the Blues were carrying actual swords but their focus on moving forward and holding things together with the stress clouded these thoughts.

Stok · Sep 26, 2022

"Rykard. Gregor Rykard," Gregor had looked at Garvii a moment, hesitating just slightly before turning his back to answer. He had begun walking away before he could converse another word with Garvii or the old trader. Perkins' eyes widened immediately upon hearing the name. He turned to look after the man as Gregor walked away towards the wilderness. Garvii could not see his expression, but could see by his body language he was stiff. Stunned.

"He knew my name..." Mumbled the old man, barely audible to Garvii. "Rito!" Perkins turned towards the birdman wearing a shocked expression, "Did you tell him my name?!" He exclaimed. Perkins was not demanding. It was not anger in his voice. It was a plea for confirmation, for someone to confirm that something he could not believe had happened before his very eyes. He stared at Garvii hard for a moment more, and then said again, "Did you tell the man in that black and white armor my name?!" Perkins sounded nearly hysterical.

If Gregor heard what the old man was yelling, he made no sign saying so. He simply walked along at a steady pace, with his shovel over his shoulder.
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Dragon: Dueling Peaks Canyon, Being Watched

If Dragon had never used a boomerang before in his life, no one in attendance could tell. After the Blue Bokoblin turned to look at where the strange sound had come from, the crooked blade soared into it's head. It cocked back it's dome with the force of the weapon planting itself within. Then, after a moment, it slowly looked back down at the path. Wide eyed, the thing looked back and forth in the direction of the path. Then, it roared a gargling kind of screech. The sounds of eating food from within the camp ceased at the sound. The Archer hopped down from it's perch. It stumbled, denoting how much that boomerang had taxed it's strength. Still, the natural toughness of it's species was apparent, even while black blood dripped from it's forehead.

Once it was almost halfway to the boulder (behind which Dragon was hiding) the first Red Bokoblin head popped out from behind the horse-cart. It's ears twitched as it watched it's comrade making his way up the road. Then at twenty feet another Red One joined it's friend in the gap. The Blue Bokoblin didn't know where Dragon was in the least, all he knew was the direction he had been hit from. It sniffed and grunted as it walked forward, looking side to side randomly. Then it stepped out, finally a foot past the back of the boulder. Right in front of Dragon, and not noticing him immediately where he crouched.
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Oro: Royal Guard Training Camp

Oro made their way from shrapnel to shrapnel unseen until finally coming to a stop just within a little cave of wood. Further forward seemed to be a slightly larger inner chamber, with it's own opening denoted by a ray of light in the distance. Oro's natural instincts told them the Bokoblin of lesser rank probably pile in here most nights. Tracks led in and out of where Oro was standing. The amount of room there was said that even lower ranked Bokoblins probably get left outside. For now it seemed they were alone in the hovel, at least within this little hallway. Further in was still a mystery.
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Wernburger · Sep 26, 2022

Stok said:
"Rykard. Gregor Rykard," Gregor had looked at Garvii a moment, hesitating just slightly before turning his back to answer. He had begun walking away before he could converse another word with Garvii or the old trader. Perkins' eyes widened immediately upon hearing the name. He turned to look after the man as Gregor walked away towards the wilderness. Garvii could not see his expression, but could see by his body language he was stiff. Stunned.

"He knew my name..." Mumbled the old man, barely audible to Garvii. "Rito!" Perkins turned towards the birdman wearing a shocked expression, "Did you tell him my name?!" He exclaimed. Perkins was not demanding. It was not anger in his voice. It was a plea for confirmation, for someone to confirm that something he could not believe had happened before his very eyes. He stared at Garvii hard for a moment more, and then said again, "Did you tell the man in that black and white armor my name?!" Perkins sounded nearly hysterical.

If Gregor heard what the old man was yelling, he made no sign saying so. He simply walked along at a steady pace, with his shovel over his shoulder.
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Garvii quickly became irritated at the man's incessance.

"Calm yourself Hylian, I said nothing to Gregor of you. What would it matter if I did?"

Garvii looked back to the vanishing figure of Gregor Rykard. He wondered about this monster expert and his strange attire not fully appreciating this chance encounter.

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Intimidation roll against Perkins: 15
Perception roll to learn about Gregor's equipment and meaning: 12

Just_Dragon · Sep 27, 2022

Stok said:
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Dragon: Dueling Peaks Canyon, Being Watched

If Dragon had never used a boomerang before in his life, no one in attendance could tell. After the Blue Bokoblin turned to look at where the strange sound had come from, the crooked blade soared into it's head. It cocked back it's dome with the force of the weapon planting itself within. Then, after a moment, it slowly looked back down at the path. Wide eyed, the thing looked back and forth in the direction of the path. Then, it roared a gargling kind of screech. The sounds of eating food from within the camp ceased at the sound. The Archer hopped down from it's perch. It stumbled, denoting how much that boomerang had taxed it's strength. Still, the natural toughness of it's species was apparent, even while black blood dripped from it's forehead.

Once it was almost halfway to the boulder (behind which Dragon was hiding) the first Red Bokoblin head popped out from behind the horse-cart. It's ears twitched as it watched it's comrade making his way up the road. Then at twenty feet another Red One joined it's friend in the gap. The Blue Bokoblin didn't know where Dragon was in the least, all he knew was the direction he had been hit from. It sniffed and grunted as it walked forward, looking side to side randomly. Then it stepped out, finally a foot past the back of the boulder. Right in front of Dragon, and not noticing him immediately where he crouched.
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'Score!'
The Hylian thought to himself, right as he saw the boomerang hit it's target. Of course, he hid shortly afterwards, but knowing that the boomerang hit it's target was more than enough information. He still didn't want to jump out, though, he's 100% sure that he wasn't seen. Even when that screech was released, he just figured that it was simply a matter of a pained yelp. Even still, he heard the sounds from the camp suddenly die out. It made Dragon feel the need to hold his breath as he sat there. That deafening silence, except for the sound of Bokoblin footsteps.

The beast was right infront of him in a matter of a few moments. From there Dragon's movements were.. rather slow, methodical. The guy held his hands over the handles of his blades, and while he gripped them, he would push himself up and towards it. Not standing up straight, Squatting moreso, just so he could stay low and below the boulder. Just incase anyone else was watching. Either way, he would unsheathe his blades.. the both of them. And with the blade in the dominant hand, his right, he would swing his blade from side to side. One swing towards the left, the other towards the right, aiming to make two big cuts right on the thing's backside. In an effort to be thorough, he would attempt to do plunge the blade in his left hand right into the Bokoblin's back! He was definitely shooting to finish the job here.

First swing (landing): 1d20 + 6 (Dex) = 1
No need for damage
Second swing (landing: 1d30 + 6(Dex)= 9
Damage: 1d6 + 6(Dex)= 9
Final attack (landing): 1d20 + 6(Dex): 23
Damage: 1d6 + 6(Dex)= 3

Stealth roll(just in case) 1d20 + 6(Dex)= 15

StorytellerLathos · Sep 27, 2022

Stok said:
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Oro: Royal Guard Training Camp

Oro made their way from shrapnel to shrapnel unseen until finally coming to a stop just within a little cave of wood. Further forward seemed to be a slightly larger inner chamber, with it's own opening denoted by a ray of light in the distance. Oro's natural instincts told them the Bokoblin of lesser rank probably pile in here most nights. Tracks led in and out of where Oro was standing. The amount of room there was said that even lower ranked Bokoblins probably get left outside. For now it seemed they were alone in the hovel, at least within this little hallway. Further in was still a mystery.
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Investigation Roll: 5 (For stuff inside chamber)
Stealth Roll: 33 (For advancing towards throne)
Perception Roll: 17 (Looking for cover/hiding spots closer to throne)

Nothing of interest, finding their home gave Oro a bit more confidence with exploring but this was just meant to be a quick peek and cover. They were about to turn back before realizing there might be something worth taking under animal skins probably meant for basic comfort. A minute of searching later and they were coming up empty. It felt like they were wasting time by this point but there just had to be something. That's when out of the corner of their eye Oro spotted a lump under a worn blanket in the corner. Jackpot. They approached it with excitement and lifted it up enthusiastically.

Oro was immediately hit with a pungent smell. It was unlike anything they'd ever smelled before. No, it wasn't the sweet, magnificent smells of flowers and petals that drifted in the winds back home. No, it wasn't even the smell of wildlife and the occasional bit of excrement they'd find. No, this was much worse. What they smelled was something more akin to a corpse. Fumes of Malice wafted through the air, although Oro thought they were maybe resistant to anything like this, this was a whole new level. It singed the ends of their leaves and caused their eyes to water. The nightmare didn't end there, they heard it bubble with a deep gurgle and warmth that gave a directed blast of this right to them. It was definitely some kind of dung pile or something similar but Oro didn't dare look at it and had already reeled back in disgust.

They could feel their willpower waver and that knot-like feeling in their stomach begin to leave. In a moment of clarity as they stepped back they got it together and immediately ran away.

After recomposing themselves with a nice, big breath of fresh air back outside, they took a look back towards where the majority of Bokoblins seemed to be. Past them the throne where the Moblin sat fat with pleasure, its weapon at its feet. Oro made their way to the junk throne with care and kept an eye out for any more cover closer to there.

Stok · Sep 27, 2022

Garvii: Tabantha Bridge Stable, Out of the Loop

"Goddess bless us... Rykard's boy is alive... Little Greg, back from the dead..." Perkins sounded as if he might sob. He ignored the swordsman's counter question entirely. He didn't try to catch up to Gregor, or to press Garvii for more information. He took the Rito at his word and simply stared as the Skultula Knight disappeared down the path behind a rock formation. Perkins stayed there even after he was gone, looking for any sign that he might wake up from a dream. When he didn't, he turned back to Garvii.

"Well..." his voice was shaky, "are you ready to head out, then? Woodland Stable, as I said. South of the... Great Hyrule... Forest," Perkins was struggling to stay in the moment and not let his aged mind wander.
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Dragon: Dueling Peaks Canyon, Taking Names

Dragon let forth a series of furious swipes aimed at his enemy. The thing's eyes widened as it barely stumbled out of the way of Dragon's first two strikes. The last of which caught it in the neck, ending it's squabbling. From the camp, the other bokoblin saw merely flashes of metal come out from behind the rock. The only information they needed to charge, however, was seeing their friend drop dead.

All five Bokoblins piled out from the gap in a red mass. They were snorting and spitting as they closed the distance to Dragon's spot. Then Dragon noticed the results of his first swipe. He had caught himself on the wrist just a bit, from drawing his blades cross-ways. Perhaps it was the nerves, so close to being discovered, which made his form a bit sloppy.

The other Bokoblins were upon him now. One crawled on top of the boulder, first looking at the Archer's body, then spotting Dragon crouched behind the boulder. It screeched a battle cry at him while his friends joined him on the spot. One came around the corner at Dragon, thrusting his Soldier's Spear. The young adventurer was far too quick, however, and it missed. The one on top of the Boulder made his own swipe, which sliced nothing but dust. The other three had made the decision to dash around the rock, surrounding dragon and preparing to jump in at the nearest opening.

(3 damage from crit fail, roll Perception)
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Oro: Royal Guard Training Camp

As Oro looked around the man-made cavern they noticed; extra boko clubs laying around, piles of seeds, somewhat-spoiled fruits, an occasional bone or two. Mostly it seemed little more than a den to keep out of the rain. It didn't seem that the monsters valued much but their weapons and food from the state of it all.

As Oro emerged out the other side of the structure they could see out over the landscape of Hyrule for the first time. The edge of the camp on this southern side had no barricades, and simply dropped right off the side of the hill. It was not a cliff, but could be classified as a steep ramp downwards. At the bottom of the ramp was a bit of rocky terrain surrounding a lake. On the other side of the lake, a structure which looked a bit like a horse head. Oro did not recognize it's origin, but the solid construction denoted it was not inhabited by monsters. Further beyond was Hyrule field, a vast flat grassland the likes of which Oro had never seen. It was worth being mesmerized by, if the little scrub weren't neck deep into enemy territory.

As Oro moved west towards the throne, they could see not much had changed. Moving from broken wall to broken wall, the Bokoblin were oblivious. Simply amusing themselves with eating and bullying each other. Now, within twenty feet of the throne, Oro could see the Moblin in all it's height. Scars littered it's body, and the club it had possession of was nearly five of Oro in length.

Finally the only hiding spot left was a single lean-too, twenty feet away from the throne itself. Past that, only bare dirt and the target.

Wernburger · Sep 28, 2022

Stok said:
Garvii: Tabantha Bridge Stable, Out of the Loop

"Goddess bless us... Rykard's boy is alive... Little Greg, back from the dead..." Perkins sounded as if he might sob. He ignored the swordsman's counter question entirely. He didn't try to catch up to Gregor, or to press Garvii for more information. He took the Rito at his word and simply stared as the Skultula Knight disappeared down the path behind a rock formation. Perkins stayed there even after he was gone, looking for any sign that he might wake up from a dream. When he didn't, he turned back to Garvii.

"Well..." his voice was shaky, "are you ready to head out, then? Woodland Stable, as I said. South of the... Great Hyrule... Forest," Perkins was struggling to stay in the moment and not let his aged mind wander.
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Garvii considered pushing the matter further but could feel his irritation growing at being ignored. He thought it best to let the moment pass and preserve whatever peace would be necessary to travel with Perkins to the next Stable without incident.

"Goddess indeed. I'm as ready as I'll ever be Perkins. You've got yourself a guard. I just need a few minutes before we go."

Garvii flapped up on top of a nearby boulder and knelt in silent reflection. He laid his blade down across his knee and palmed the eagle feather attached at the hilt.
Minutes passed by and Garvii listened intently to the voice of the breeze and animals in the surrounding area.

Cast speak with animals as a ritual

He didn't inquire anything of nature, simply listened to its natural sounds and opened himself to its voice. Once his meditation was complete, he flew back to his campsite and collected his belongings in his backpack.

"Alright Perkins, let's get moving and one day, you'll tell me the rest of that story."

Just_Dragon · Sep 30, 2022

Stok said:
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Dragon: Dueling Peaks Canyon, Taking Names

Dragon let forth a series of furious swipes aimed at his enemy. The thing's eyes widened as it barely stumbled out of the way of Dragon's first two strikes. The last of which caught it in the neck, ending it's squabbling. From the camp, the other bokoblin saw merely flashes of metal come out from behind the rock. The only information they needed to charge, however, was seeing their friend drop dead.

All five Bokoblins piled out from the gap in a red mass. They were snorting and spitting as they closed the distance to Dragon's spot. Then Dragon noticed the results of his first swipe. He had caught himself on the wrist just a bit, from drawing his blades cross-ways. Perhaps it was the nerves, so close to being discovered, which made his form a bit sloppy.

The other Bokoblins were upon him now. One crawled on top of the boulder, first looking at the Archer's body, then spotting Dragon crouched behind the boulder. It screeched a battle cry at him while his friends joined him on the spot. One came around the corner at Dragon, thrusting his Soldier's Spear. The young adventurer was far too quick, however, and it missed. The one on top of the Boulder made his own swipe, which sliced nothing but dust. The other three had made the decision to dash around the rock, surrounding dragon and preparing to jump in at the nearest opening.

(3 damage from crit fail, roll Perception)
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Perception Roll: 1d20 -1 = 9
Hp: 27/38

Since he was able to take out the first Bokoblin, his first order ot business was getting his new very awesome boomerang back. But.. his hands are full! And there are sure to be others to follow. So what does he do? Theoretically, he could sheathe one of his swords, but he felt no need to do something like that. Not when he has the ability to hold three things at the same time!

He moved forwards and towards the fallen Bokoblin, kicked over the body so it'd be facing the sky, and then he leaned over and.. bit the handle of the bladed boomerag! Yes, he's going to hold it with his teeth. He held his forarm over the neck of the fallen beast, and then pulled his neck back so he could rip the boomer-blade out of the beast's skull. Shortly after the fact, he placed his back against the boulder again. He had to come up with something that he wanted to do, since he probably just outed himself with that last attack.

The cut on his wrist wasn't something he was too concerned about by the way. He was more concerned with the coming clash of blades!

The battle cry caused Dragon to tilt his head upwards because of.. well, shock. They arrived sooner than he thought they would. Which is quite wild. He didn't say anything since his mouth is full at the moment. Instead, he just began to push up so he could try to dish out an attack towards the Bokoblin above him! But, before he was able to act, he saw the spear-weilding Bokoblin ready to stab him with that soldier's spear. Obviously, that warrented a chance of plans, starting with Dragon stopping in place.. and ducking downwards in order to avoid getting stabbed.

After avoiding that attempt of a strike, Dragon raised up from his low-down position into a proper standing one. However, there was a other attack to avoid, and that was the swipe from the other Bokoblin! The Hylian didn't duck a second time, instead, he leaned back as far as his body would allow while also twisting his body. Causing the attack to miss. At the same time, though, he was also cocking the boomerang back in preperation to throw! Killed two birds with one stone with that one. Shortly after the fact, Dragon would throw his body forwards while also twisting his head and opening his mouth. Or in short, he threw the boomerang with his mouth! Causing it to be thrown directly towards the Bokoblin that sat atop the boulder! Hopefully hitting it on the head similarly to the archer. Hopefully.

Shortly after the fact, knowing that he was getting surrounded at the moment, Dragon would tighten his grip on his blades as he jumped towards his spear-weilding foe! The least he could do is get past the guy. If he were able to, he wouldn't be surrounded anymore! That's the goal. So he did indeed run, right past the pointed tip of of the spear. Naturally, running past a foe would mean for a confrontation of sorts, so he'd have to attack before his opponent did!

With the blade in his right hand, Dragon swung! It was at a curved angle, going from down low to up high. His goal? To deal damage to one of the Bokoblin's arms! Maybe even slice one off if he were lucky enough, but any kind of damage is good damage in his book. Regardless of the result of his previous strike, Dragon did a short hop upwards while cocking his left arm backwards.. and by extention his other short sword. When he jumped he did a twirl, or a 360⁰ turn mid-air. Once he was facing the Bokoblin again though, he swung his other blade at the side of the thing's head! Aiming to use the momentum of his spin to fuel his attack further, and maybe split that head open! Or at least knock 'em away. As long as he was able to get past, be would be happy.

And once all was hopefully said and done with, Dragon stood, watching the other Bokoblins with his blades raised. And prepared to retaliate against whatever they planned on doing!

Boomerang throw:
Aim- 1d20 +6 = 14
Damage- 1d8 +6 = 10

First Sword Strike:
Aim- 1d20 +6 = 14
Damage 1d6 +6 = 11

Second Sword Strike:
Aim- 1d20 +6 = 13
Damage 1d6 +6 = 7

StorytellerLathos · Oct 2, 2022

Stok said:
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Oro: Royal Guard Training Camp

As Oro looked around the man-made cavern they noticed; extra boko clubs laying around, piles of seeds, somewhat-spoiled fruits, an occasional bone or two. Mostly it seemed little more than a den to keep out of the rain. It didn't seem that the monsters valued much but their weapons and food from the state of it all.

As Oro emerged out the other side of the structure they could see out over the landscape of Hyrule for the first time. The edge of the camp on this southern side had no barricades, and simply dropped right off the side of the hill. It was not a cliff, but could be classified as a steep ramp downwards. At the bottom of the ramp was a bit of rocky terrain surrounding a lake. On the other side of the lake, a structure which looked a bit like a horse head. Oro did not recognize it's origin, but the solid construction denoted it was not inhabited by monsters. Further beyond was Hyrule field, a vast flat grassland the likes of which Oro had never seen. It was worth being mesmerized by, if the little scrub weren't neck deep into enemy territory.

As Oro moved west towards the throne, they could see not much had changed. Moving from broken wall to broken wall, the Bokoblin were oblivious. Simply amusing themselves with eating and bullying each other. Now, within twenty feet of the throne, Oro could see the Moblin in all it's height. Scars littered it's body, and the club it had possession of was nearly five of Oro in length.

Finally the only hiding spot left was a single lean-too, twenty feet away from the throne itself. Past that, only bare dirt and the target.

With a clear view of the weathered and battle hardened Moblin leader, Oro prepared. Their wooden feet shuffled slightly as they braced and planted themselves. The strings of the Fairy Slingshot stretched while its wood frame gave a slight groan from the tension. Already placed inside was a pellet of korok construction, simple, but most effective with this forest weapon. This wouldn't be like the game that sometimes roamed into the deep forest, these monsters were hardy and, if Oro's existence was anything to go by, stubborn. With this in mind, they focused their shot. Thorned vines sprouted from the ammunition but they weren't entirely physical. They were translucent, radiated with intense forest magic, and gave off soft whispers of child like laughter.

Those knots that seemed to swarm in their stomach and chest began to untie themselves. The heavy feeling crawled up slowly from stomach to neck, neck to mouth, mouth to eyes. It was once it reached this point that it stopped. Instead from there, the feeling spread outwards throughout their mind. Within their normally orange-red eyes, a squirming mass appeared right at the center. It was a sickly purple-red, a concentration of Malice, that also appeared in the eye of the Moblin. Around this same time, the shadows and leaves retreated from Oro as their magic refocused itself.

Held breath was all that Oro felt for seconds. The beating of something that perhaps wasn't a heart but maybe the arcane properties that kept them alive. Their vision blurred everything but their target. Then came release as in one breath three shots fired out from Oro.

A pang of fear hit the scrub as they realized what'd happened. Leaves dispursed from them and were carried in the wind towards the hordes that surrounded them. Grunts and yelps of confusion from the Bokoblin created a cacophony that drowned out Oro's thoughts. More and more sounds filled the air, though they were not yet very loud or filled with aggression, it sent a shiver down their spine. All of their bravado broken, Oro began to back up into their hiding spot and tried to return to the shadows but that magic was gone. The full danger of the situation hit them as monstrous eyes turned to face them. There was nowhere to hide and little to do as even the Malice that had marked their target was gone in their fear. But there was still hope, a backup plan they'd devised as a final resort.

At this point, there was little to lose in using it. They collected themselves and faced down the waves of creatures ready to execute the plan.

Oro turned around and ran as fast as they could.

The hill's drop off that they'd passed not too long ago seemed like a good escape route. Especially with that building far off that might harbor someone capable of helping the young Deku Scrub. As the idea of retreat became clear in their mind, their panic sent a surge through their body. Mist rolled into the area and in it, they disappeared. However, this wasn't like the trickster magics of shadow and foliage from before. Instead, they felt their body entirely become one with the mist and reappear some distance away. There was a moment of confusion but not enough time to question this luck so they pressed on with this head start running full speed toward the decline.

(Concentration on Pass Without Trace dropped)
(Misty Step cast to get 30 ft away and closer to drop)

Stealth Roll: 17

Fairy Slingshot (Blud)
To Hit: 1d20+6 = 21
Damage: 1d6+3 = 5
To Hit: 1d20+6 = 17
Damage: 1d6+3 = 8
To Hit: 1d20+6 = 16
Damage: 1d6+3 = 6

(If an attack hits)
Favored Foe (Blud): 3
Dreadful Strikes (Psy): 2

Acrobatics Roll: 15

Stok · Oct 2, 2022

Garvii: Tabantha Bridge Stable, Close to Departure

The sounds of nature became less muffled as Garvii enacted his meditation. A combination of solitude, Garvii's natural connection with the land, and years of practiced had allowed the Rito to tap into a more broad understanding of the spell work. Not only did the distant voices of the animals become clearer, nature itself opened up her feelings and auras to the Barbarian. Into the recesses of Garvii's mind came feelings of frustration from Hyrule's forests, displacement, and imbalance. One she ached to correct. Somewhere her flow and growth had been stunted, and Garvii understood this clearly as he sat.

While Garvii finished his ritual, Perkins had folded up his cart and pulled it around to the mouth of the main road out of the camp. The hour was nearly two, and the woods seemed to grow more dense with trees alongside the path ahead. As the two started their journey together, Perkins was nearly silent. Several times he opened his mouth to speak, well into the next hour, but seemed each time to chicken out.

"That man-" He started, only to cut himself off again, "... Gregor... his father was the blacksmith in our village. Even calling him that would be disrespectful to his memory. He was a craftsman, and a good man. Better than most. Honorable, like the old stories of the Champions. He would often hunt, not because his family didn't have other means for food but for sport. He would hike very far into the mountains, leaving for days. We always said he wouldn't come back one day. Not to him, or his children mind you. But over our dinners. The elders were always wagging their fingers at him. Telling him to think of his family. Every time. Every time he'd come sauntering down from the mountains with a kill and demand the village come together for dinner. He might as well have been the mayor, because we never once turned him down.

One day, while hunting, Rykard came back from the mountains telling us he'd seen a camp of monsters," Perkins stuttered a moment, and mumbled something under his breath, barely speaking the word 'monsters,' "James. James was his name. James said it wasn't like the little groups that would catch travelers on the roads. It was a true, war camp. A gathering we hadn't seen since the Calamity itself. I've been alive long enough to remember firsthand accounts of The Great Calamity... I don't know about your people... but for us they were terrifying tales of horrible massacres. The population of Hyrule nearly cut to a tenth of our former glory in a mere two weeks. James' father, as well as my own, fought at Fort Hateno. It was there the fate of our village was decided, and the Goddess seemed to show us favor for but a moment. James told us how we should be remembering the sacrifices our ancestors made, and strike out against these monsters so close to our home. Before they could do so to us,"

Perkins had been rambling just a bit, but now seemed to be getting to the root of his story. And yet, digressing.

"We were scared Garvii. We told James none of us were warriors like him. We were farmers, and barely recovering from those very sacrifices. The whole village turned him down. For the first time. We turned our backs on him and let him march off into the snowfields by himself in that very armor Gregor wore today. He never returned. We all knew what the case had to be after a week. Understandably his widow and children were distraught. But Gregor, no more than ten, rued the sight of us all from that day forward. He would scream at us in the town square, every day. Telling us how we abandoned his father," Perkins paused for a long time, "He was right," He had a glassy stare towards the road ahead. The old man was trapped entirely in the past, "Eventually Elana planned to move the kids to Lurelin. Hoping distance would make them forget. Rykard's daughter was as much a smith by fifteen as her dad ever was, so they had opportunity there. The night before they were meant to leave, Gregor left their cottage out the window above his bed. None of us ever saw him either, assuming he had followed right behind his father into the afterworld. Until today,"

Instead of a weight being lifted off of Perkin's shoulders, it seemed he had gained some throughout the confession. Still, he had seemed to recount the tale dutifully.

"The least I could do for that stubborn fool is tell others his story. He deserves that much," Perkin's hands barely gripped the reigns, yet the horses trudged along the path all the same. Though a sob story, the tale had taken some time out of the trip. The sun was officially on it's afternoon descent by the end of the tale. Perhaps at least staving off boredom in the Rito audience member, if nothing else.

Wernburger
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Dragon: Dueling Peaks Canyon, In the Midst of the Enemy

The Bokoblin on the boulder caught the boomerang in the chest, slightly askew from it's heart. It snorted blood out it's pig-like nose and wheezed horribly as Dragon continued his attack. The second Bokoblin was not so lucky as to survive it's own wounds. Dragon had lopped off an arm exactly as he planned with his first strike, and the second sent both body and head tumbling onto the mossy stone embankment behind it. The Soldier's Spear clattered to the ground next to it, halfway in the water. The Hylian could tell that those Blue Ones from earlier, and the Lizard, were made of stronger stuff than these Red Ones. Up until now he had only been dealing with the latter.

The mostly-wounded Red Boko lept from it's perch directly towards the swordsman in a violent kamikaze. It's Soldier's Longsword found it's mark in it's downward stroke. Then, two of the three others closed the gaps around Dragon in a tight half circle. To the warrior's back was now only water with three enemies to his front. One remained on the outside behind his comrades so as not to crowd them and risk injury.

The two healthy Bokos each stabbed away with their traveler's swords. Dragon was far to quick for one, but not quick enough for the other. Blood now stained his clothes in several places. Dragon now felt a bit lightheaded from loss of it.

Just_Dragon (9 Slashing)
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Oro: Royal Guard Training Camp, Just leaving

The little sprite Oro was naturally cunning, and perhaps too curious for it's own good. The moment the accursed seeds left their sling, Oro became visible. The Moblin only saw a wee thing out of the corner of it's eye before being pelted in it. It winced and shut it's lids, looking more annoyed than hurt. Still, Oro could tell it was not used to the magic that the seeds carried with them.

What? the monster seemed to say with a frustrated gargle. The next sound it made was that of an angry curse to be sure. When it reopened it's eyes it spied a Red Bokoblin, who had also seen Oro appear suddenly and then disappear. The Bokoblin did not have time to be confused further. The Moblin promptly picked up it's club with both hands over it's head and crushed the Boko flat.

Those were the last things Oro could see before disappearing, and reappearing right at the edge of the cliff. A nimble little creature such as they, had no problem beginning the descent. After a moment or two, gravity reared it's ugly head and Oro had to move quicker to stay on their feet. It was rocky footing, to say the least. Behind them just before they ran, they saw two or three Bokoblins gathered at the point where they warped to and began running from. They all stopped at the top edge, sure they could not mimic what Oro was about to do.

StorytellerLathos (Dexterity/Acrobatics Check)

Oro nearly stumbled several times as their feet moved quicker and quicker. Barely did they keep their balance as they mad it to the bottom of the hill. The Bokoblins yelled and spit at them from the top, but Oro was too far away to be scared of their empty threats now. Now they stood on a small ledge, and right across the lake was the Hylian Stable. There were several family-size tents dotted around the larger big top, and small groups of food-animals positioned next to each in pins. Life seemed to be going by smoothly here, unknowingly watched over by a hoard of monsters every day from above.
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Wernburger · Oct 3, 2022

Stok said:
Garvii: Tabantha Bridge Stable, Close to Departure

The sounds of nature became less muffled as Garvii enacted his meditation. A combination of solitude, Garvii's natural connection with the land, and years of practiced had allowed the Rito to tap into a more broad understanding of the spell work. Not only did the distant voices of the animals become clearer, nature itself opened up her feelings and auras to the Barbarian. Into the recesses of Garvii's mind came feelings of frustration from Hyrule's forests, displacement, and imbalance. One she ached to correct. Somewhere her flow and growth had been stunted, and Garvii understood this clearly as he sat.

While Garvii finished his ritual, Perkins had folded up his cart and pulled it around to the mouth of the main road out of the camp. The hour was nearly two, and the woods seemed to grow more dense with trees alongside the path ahead. As the two started their journey together, Perkins was nearly silent. Several times he opened his mouth to speak, well into the next hour, but seemed each time to chicken out.

"That man-" He started, only to cut himself off again, "... Gregor... his father was the blacksmith in our village. Even calling him that would be disrespectful to his memory. He was a craftsman, and a good man. Better than most. Honorable, like the old stories of the Champions. He would often hunt, not because his family didn't have other means for food but for sport. He would hike very far into the mountains, leaving for days. We always said he wouldn't come back one day. Not to him, or his children mind you. But over our dinners. The elders were always wagging their fingers at him. Telling him to think of his family. Every time. Every time he'd come sauntering down from the mountains with a kill and demand the village come together for dinner. He might as well have been the mayor, because we never once turned him down.

One day, while hunting, Rykard came back from the mountains telling us he'd seen a camp of monsters," Perkins stuttered a moment, and mumbled something under his breath, barely speaking the word 'monsters,' "James. James was his name. James said it wasn't like the little groups that would catch travelers on the roads. It was a true, war camp. A gathering we hadn't seen since the Calamity itself. I've been alive long enough to remember firsthand accounts of The Great Calamity... I don't know about your people... but for us they were terrifying tales of horrible massacres. The population of Hyrule nearly cut to a tenth of our former glory in a mere two weeks. James' father, as well as my own, fought at Fort Hateno. It was there the fate of our village was decided, and the Goddess seemed to show us favor for but a moment. James told us how we should be remembering the sacrifices our ancestors made, and strike out against these monsters so close to our home. Before they could do so to us,"

Perkins had been rambling just a bit, but now seemed to be getting to the root of his story. And yet, digressing.

"We were scared Garvii. We told James none of us were warriors like him. We were farmers, and barely recovering from those very sacrifices. The whole village turned him down. For the first time. We turned our backs on him and let him march off into the snowfields by himself in that very armor Gregor wore today. He never returned. We all knew what the case had to be after a week. Understandably his widow and children were distraught. But Gregor, no more than ten, rued the sight of us all from that day forward. He would scream at us in the town square, every day. Telling us how we abandoned his father," Perkins paused for a long time, "He was right," He had a glassy stare towards the road ahead. The old man was trapped entirely in the past, "Eventually Elana planned to move the kids to Lurelin. Hoping distance would make them forget. Rykard's daughter was as much a smith by fifteen as her dad ever was, so they had opportunity there. The night before they were meant to leave, Gregor left their cottage out the window above his bed. None of us ever saw him either, assuming he had followed right behind his father into the afterworld. Until today,"

Instead of a weight being lifted off of Perkin's shoulders, it seemed he had gained some throughout the confession. Still, he had seemed to recount the tale dutifully.

"The least I could do for that stubborn fool is tell others his story. He deserves that much," Perkin's hands barely gripped the reigns, yet the horses trudged along the path all the same. Though a sob story, the tale had taken some time out of the trip. The sun was officially on it's afternoon descent by the end of the tale. Perhaps at least staving off boredom in the Rito audience member, if nothing else.

Garvii listened in with reverence to his employer's pained accounts of troubled times. The history of the Rykard family was more than he had expected to hear. He was reminded of life's ability to challenge and surprise him. He had always viewed the Hylians as fickle, weak creatures that would sooner run from a Bokoblin than stand their ground. The calamity was as much a fault of the victim's weakness as it was the monster's barbarity in Garvii's eyes and yet here was an account of the exception to the rule. Even Perkins, this small merchant man had a depth to him that Garvii had not picked up on at first. His age and experience and knowledge of important events provided value despite Garvii's qualms about his timid personality.

When Perkins mentioned the betrayal of James Rykard, Garvii glared in disapproval. "You'll not refer to James as a fool again while in my company Hylian." Garvii said sharply. "This much I know. Is it more foolish to make your way in life with purpose or settle for your lot? You don't fell a tree by wishing it fall. You pick up an axe and chop. Then you chop again until the job is done. James may have died but his purpose survives in his son. The Rykard will lives on through that man Gregor and the armor he bears. Clearly the Hateno people are lacking in conviction. You may be deaf to this lands pain Perkins but not me. I hear Hyrule cry out in anguish and I will not run from the call. I will cleanse this land of its evils and that starts by kicking some sense into its inhabitants. And maybe when that job is done, the land will be at peace and it can become who it is meant to be."

Garvii's temper flared so he paused and breathed deep.

"The other Rykard's wife and daughter. What did become of them? Are they cared for? ..." Garvii swallowed a lump in his throat. "Were they able to live on without their father and brother?"

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Garvii adds two personal quests:
- Check on the safety and wellbeing of the remaining Rykard family members
- Develop an active militia in Hateno to avenge James Rykard's memory

Just_Dragon · Oct 3, 2022

Stok said:
Dragon: Dueling Peaks Canyon, In the Midst of the Enemy

The Bokoblin on the boulder caught the boomerang in the chest, slightly askew from it's heart. It snorted blood out it's pig-like nose and wheezed horribly as Dragon continued his attack. The second Bokoblin was not so lucky as to survive it's own wounds. Dragon had lopped off an arm exactly as he planned with his first strike, and the second sent both body and head tumbling onto the mossy stone embankment behind it. The Soldier's Spear clattered to the ground next to it, halfway in the water. The Hylian could tell that those Blue Ones from earlier, and the Lizard, were made of stronger stuff than these Red Ones. Up until now he had only been dealing with the latter.

The mostly-wounded Red Boko lept from it's perch directly towards the swordsman in a violent kamikaze. It's Soldier's Longsword found it's mark in it's downward stroke. Then, two of the three others closed the gaps around Dragon in a tight half circle. To the warrior's back was now only water with three enemies to his front. One remained on the outside behind his comrades so as not to crowd them and risk injury.

The two healthy Bokos each stabbed away with their traveler's swords. Dragon was far to quick for one, but not quick enough for the other. Blood now stained his clothes in several places. Dragon now felt a bit lightheaded from loss of it.

Just_Dragon (9 Slashing)

Hp: 18/38

The downward slash ran down Dragon's torso. On his right side primarily. Regardless, his blood left his wound soon after it was made, and the Hylian staggered backwards as a result. The bandages on hisoot got a bit wet since the back of his foot entered the river a little, but he moved it forwards shortly after the fact. He didn't feel to great, but the Hylian shook his head to get his head back in the game.

'It's just a flesh wound, doesn't hurt, keep on truckin'!'

He'd think to himself, merely hyping himself up so he could push on. And push on he did! Well, he had to dodge a stab from a Bokoblin first, but shortly after seeing the second go in for his stab.. Dragon charged in! Granted, his side was stabbed as he went in.. but that didn't matter too much. Just a flesh wound. Dragon raised the blade in his right hand and brought it down, aiming to slice off this Bokoblin's arm(same arm that held it's weapon).. similar to how he did things before. Once the full swing was done and done with, Dragon used his other blade to carry out a horozontal slash! One that aimmed to deal another head-splitting blow to his foe.

Assuming things went relatively well, Dragon soon turn towards the other bokoblin who attacked mere moments before.. and jump towards it! His arm was still curled from his swing from earlier, but that was all good. As when he was within range, the Hylian shot his elbow forwards and towards the huge pig-like nose of his opponent. Shortly after the fact? He lightly tossed his right-handed blade up and into the air.. and then curled his hand into a fist. All before shooting that fist right towards the Bokoblin's gut! He was going to hit it as hard as he was able to, aiming to do.. well, as much as he could honestly.

After the fact, if things went swell, Dragon would catch his blade. Then look at the two foes who remained. He didn't want to lose sight of them, after all.

First shortsword slash
Landing: 1d20 +6 = 10
Damage: 1d6 +6 = 11

Second Shortsword Slash
Landing: 1d20 +6 =10
Damage: 1d6 +6 = 12

First Unarmed Strike (elbow)
Landing: 1d20 +6 = 23
Damage: 1d6 +6= 8

Second Unarmed Strike (punch)
Landing: 1d20 +6 = 12
Damage: 1d6 +6 = 12

StorytellerLathos · Oct 4, 2022

Stok said:
Oro: Royal Guard Training Camp, Just leaving

The little sprite Oro was naturally cunning, and perhaps too curious for it's own good. The moment the accursed seeds left their sling, Oro became visible. The Moblin only saw a wee thing out of the corner of it's eye before being pelted in it. It winced and shut it's lids, looking more annoyed than hurt. Still, Oro could tell it was not used to the magic that the seeds carried with them.

What? the monster seemed to say with a frustrated gargle. The next sound it made was that of an angry curse to be sure. When it reopened it's eyes it spied a Red Bokoblin, who had also seen Oro appear suddenly and then disappear. The Bokoblin did not have time to be confused further. The Moblin promptly picked up it's club with both hands over it's head and crushed the Boko flat.

Those were the last things Oro could see before disappearing, and reappearing right at the edge of the cliff. A nimble little creature such as they, had no problem beginning the descent. After a moment or two, gravity reared it's ugly head and Oro had to move quicker to stay on their feet. It was rocky footing, to say the least. Behind them just before they ran, they saw two or three Bokoblins gathered at the point where they warped to and began running from. They all stopped at the top edge, sure they could not mimic what Oro was about to do.

StorytellerLathos (Dexterity/Acrobatics Check)

Oro nearly stumbled several times as their feet moved quicker and quicker. Barely did they keep their balance as they mad it to the bottom of the hill. The Bokoblins yelled and spit at them from the top, but Oro was too far away to be scared of their empty threats now. Now they stood on a small ledge, and right across the lake was the Hylian Stable. There were several family-size tents dotted around the larger big top, and small groups of food-animals positioned next to each in pins. Life seemed to be going by smoothly here, unknowingly watched over by a hoard of monsters every day from above.
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After turning to see the frustrated Bokoblins back up on the hill Oro looked towards the lake with relief and glee. They brushed off the dirt and pebbles that clung to them from their descent. A quick check to make sure everything was still on them was followed by a survey of the area. It was just as beautiful, if not more, than when they'd seen it higher up. Their eyes focused on the stable far away. Tents and gatherings of animals in pens confirmed that the strange building was probably safer than the barely kept together camp they'd just gone through. At least they were likely more friendly than the monsters they'd just faced down.

Well, Oro hoped they'd be.

Oro walked towards the building with some distance between them and the water's edge. There had been plenty of ponds and lakes within the forest but they'd never learned to swim. Besides that, they carried a near phobia of water and especially larger bodies of it. It was something the scrub never really questioned until now. The calm stroll on the banks of this lake while the waters seemed so comforting giving them time to think. Gentle disruptions in the otherwise stagnant water made wondrous reverberations throughout that enticed their curiosity. Yet still, any approach was met with a deep feeling of fear. So they kept a gap as they moved on. Maybe one day they'd figure out why they were so afraid but today would not be that day.

They reached the edges of this stable and got a better view of some of the people going about their business there. Oro stopped and thought for a moment. In stories, they'd heard about how barter and trade were important to people outside of the forest. They didn't really have anything of worth so they decided to look around for anything that might work. Berries, herbs, shiny rocks, or just sticks that seemed particularly special that day.

Survival Roll: 11

Stok · Oct 4, 2022

Garvii: In The Northern Wilderness

Garvii and the old man had been trekking for quite some time. Just as Garvii's spell duration was coming to a close, he noticed that same impression of imbalance once again in his mind. Nature itself was poking at him, telling him what it wanted him to know, as much as it could.

Perkins looked shamed as Garvii put him in his place. He nodded silently in confirmation he would no longer besmirch James any longer. "They did make the move. To Lurelin. We nearly had to restrain them both to keep them following after their boys. We were sure we would see all four of them dead if we hadn't. Eventually we held a funeral, and they allowed themselves to mourn. They left the same day as planned," After this statement Perkins fell silent, only for a moment. "Elain, was Rykard's Daughter's name. The spitting image of her mother, her namesake. Last I heard she'd become quite good at making fishhooks. I believe they're comfortable now in their little fishing town. I hope they are..."

Wernburger (Roll perception with advantage)
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Dragon: Nearly Victorious

The enemy were falling one by one. With his swords and his limbs the young warrior had taken two more enemy lives. They fell to the ground before the monk and their compatriots were stunned for a split second. They realized all too late that this Hylian was cut from a different clothe to the ones they'd been ambushing for weeks.

The one whom was nearly bleeding out himself turned to run, away from the camp and indeed away from their aggressor. The fifth and final bokoblin with the will to fight seemed more to want to avenge his friends, or die trying. He lashed out with his own spear, thrusting in what he knew was likely the last attempt of his life. Wild rage carried him through his fear as he screamed while doing so. It was perhaps this very rage which made him miss entirely, opening himself up to a counter by Dragon.

Just_Dragon (No damage taken, one attack of opportunity provoked if you choose to take it)
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Misko: Stealing Dragon's Prize

Misko had been impressed watching Dragon fight. He knew that in an even 1v1, the martial artist would probably take the victory over a thief. Even one as experienced as Misko. With this information he had taken the opportunity to hop down into the Bokoblin camp, and began gathering up the spare weapons and supplies that the Bokoblins had hoarded. A devilish smirk on his face as he did so. See, this is why I never bothered becoming a warrior. I get the same rewards for none of the work!!!
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Rola: Enjoying Her Travels, As Always

It had been about a week since Rola last popped into her home woods to say hello to her community, and then bounce again. The Kokiri had followed the roads southeast. Once they had visited to Zora many months before, and this time thought they'd try their luck with the Hylians. Maybe they had an interesting story or two to tell her, who knows? A vagabond such as herself should always take the opportunity to meet new people.

Now she found herself in the Dueling Peaks Canyon. After walking for some time, she noticed a few turned-over horse carts. Not a great sign of safety, to be sure. However upon approaching them further, Rola noticed there were no monsters in what was surely a monster domicile. This confused Rola, so she made her way closer. There was a Blue Bokoblin laying outside the camp on her side, which seemed to have died from an attack to the back of the head. A throwing knife was lodged there. Due to the sounds of fighting beyond the far end of the camp, however, she doubted that warrior there was the culprit. Either he had a teammate already inside the camp, or something else entirely was happening.

Peering around the corner, Rola could see a man gathering up valuables in a hurried manner. One Rola recognized herself. It was the nervous speed of someone not wanting to be caught in the act. He was tall, with black short hair and an equally dark cloak. His back was turned to Rola currently.

T Taleek (Welcome to the roleplay, the floor is yours)
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Oro: Minshi Woods

As Oro left the vicinity of the lake and started down the path towards the stable, they noticed very little in the way of edible shrubbery. They did find a few acorns on the ground, four to be exact. Along with a patch of Hylian Shrooms, at which they harvested two. This was all they could scavenge, however, during their short walk. Then finally they were in the midst of the camp. Justb as the little scrub entered the area, a child sat and stared at them. The young girl was a bit confused, but not frightened by the Deku. She pondered over Oro's tree-like form for a moment before turning to her grandmother, in a rocking chair outside their tent.

"Grandma, is that a monster?" The child asked, dropping the ball they were playing with. It rolled several feet in Oro's direction. The grandmother's eyes widened as she quickly looked to where her grandchild was facing. The expression of panic then slowly turned to that of confusion, then realization.

"Why, as I live and breathe..." Said the old woman, "No child, that is no monster. That is a child of the forest. A Deku, they're called. And I... well I thought they weren't real until this very moment,"

"Oh." Said the child in the way that kids do when they don't really understand what an adult just told them, "Does that mean we can be friends?"

"Well, yes, if they want to. Hylians and Dekus have always been friends, just like with the other forest-kin" The woman chuckled a moment and then spoke to Oro directly, "Is there something we can help you with, little scrub?" She sounded kind and welcoming, as old women often do to their own children.

StorytellerLathos (x4 seeds, x2 mushrooms)

Wernburger · Oct 4, 2022

Stok said:
Garvii: In The Northern Wilderness

Garvii and the old man had been trekking for quite some time. Just as Garvii's spell duration was coming to a close, he noticed that same impression of imbalance once again in his mind. Nature itself was poking at him, telling him what it wanted him to know, as much as it could.

Perkins looked shamed as Garvii put him in his place. He nodded silently in confirmation he would no longer besmirch James any longer. "They did make the move. To Lurelin. We nearly had to restrain them both to keep them following after their boys. We were sure we would see all four of them dead if we hadn't. Eventually we held a funeral, and they allowed themselves to mourn. They left the same day as planned," After this statement Perkins fell silent, only for a moment. "Elain, was Rykard's Daughter's name. The spitting image of her mother, her namesake. Last I heard she'd become quite good at making fishhooks. I believe they're comfortable now in their little fishing town. I hope they are..."

Wernburger (Roll perception with advantage)

Garvii perception roll: 18

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"Lurelin, fine. I'll take the job you should have done for yourself. I'll see to Elana and Elain's condition. You'll point me in the right direction when we arrive and maybe some things can begin healing."

Garvii kept his sharp eyes open for useful ingredients along their walk and took the opportunity to fly above the road to scout ahead (Flight speed 60 ft).

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Scavenging Roll: 15

Just_Dragon · Oct 4, 2022

Stok said:
PDragon: Nearly Victorious

The enemy were falling one by one. With his swords and his limbs the young warrior had taken two more enemy lives. They fell to the ground before the monk and their compatriots were stunned for a split second. They realized all too late that this Hylian was cut from a different clothe to the ones they'd been ambushing for weeks.

The one whom was nearly bleeding out himself turned to run, away from the camp and indeed away from their aggressor. The fifth and final bokoblin with the will to fight seemed more to want to avenge his friends, or die trying. He lashed out with his own spear, thrusting in what he knew was likely the last attempt of his life. Wild rage carried him through his fear as he screamed while doing so. It was perhaps this very rage which made him miss entirely, opening himself up to a counter by Dragon.

Just_Dragon (No damage taken, one attack of opportunity provoked if you choose to take it)

Dragon charged towards the bleeding Bokoblin. If he were fighting some other random person, he would probably let them go. But on the off chance that thid Bokoblin survives, it could just go on to hurt other people. Hence, Dragon swung his bade towards the dude's knees. Aiming to drive his sword right through him. Only so that, just incase this didn't kill it, it wouldn't be able to run away.

After the fact, the Hylain turned his head towards the shouting Bokoblin. He would definitely dash towards it as it went in for it's attempt to strike him. However, as the spear came towards him, Dragon did nothing but to a short hop to the side. Causing that spear to go past him instead of stabbing through 'em like last time. After that? He brought his weapon downwards and.. hopefully right through the middle of his foe's skull.
If that was what went down, Dragon raised his foot, then shot it towards the Bokoblin's body. Aiming to kick it to the ground, and remove his blade from it's body at the same time.

If all went swell
Well, he took a sigh of relief. Woo!

3/5 Ki Points
(Didn't use any this turn, just including it to keep track)
Attack of opportunity
To land: 1d20 +6= 21
Damage: 1d6 +6= 9

First sword slash
To land: 1d20 +6= 21
Damage: 1d6 +6= 11

Kick
To land: 1d20 +6= 26
Damage: 1d6 +6= 10

StorytellerLathos · Oct 5, 2022

Stok said:
Oro: Minshi Woods

As Oro left the vicinity of the lake and started down the path towards the stable, they noticed very little in the way of edible shrubbery. They did find a few acorns on the ground, four to be exact. Along with a patch of Hylian Shrooms, at which they harvested two. This was all they could scavenge, however, during their short walk. Then finally they were in the midst of the camp. Justb as the little scrub entered the area, a child sat and stared at them. The young girl was a bit confused, but not frightened by the Deku. She pondered over Oro's tree-like form for a moment before turning to her grandmother, in a rocking chair outside their tent.

"Grandma, is that a monster?" The child asked, dropping the ball they were playing with. It rolled several feet in Oro's direction. The grandmother's eyes widened as she quickly looked to where her grandchild was facing. The expression of panic then slowly turned to that of confusion, then realization.

"Why, as I live and breathe..." Said the old woman, "No child, that is no monster. That is a child of the forest. A Deku, they're called. And I... well I thought they weren't real until this very moment,"

"Oh." Said the child in the way that kids do when they don't really understand what an adult just told them, "Does that mean we can be friends?"

"Well, yes, if they want to. Hylians and Dekus have always been friends, just like with the other forest-kin" The woman chuckled a moment and then spoke to Oro directly, "Is there something we can help you with, little scrub?" She sounded kind and welcoming, as old women often do to their own children.

StorytellerLathos (x4 seeds, x2 mushrooms)

Oro stood in shock for a few seconds. These were the first people they'd met from beyond the forest and they needed a moment to take it in. Their suprise kept them from fully paying attention to what they said but, eventually, they caught up with the conversation. The seeds and mushrooms were hurridly stuffed into their pouch, nearly tripping and spilling them as they approached. It was clear that they were not scared by the two but more shy and nervous. Seeing that the ball was still on the ground they picked it up and walked right to the older woman. They offered the ball back before taking a few steps back, readying themselves to speak.

Sounds of shuffling foliage, whispering winds, and ringing bells escaped Oro. They began to pace around while seeming to try and explain their situation. After realizing what they were doing, they stopped and bowed apologetically.

It took a minute to think about what to do before they decided to try something a little different. They looked back at the two and focused. Light winds blew through that carried, at first, some basic feelings. Oro's nerves, worry, excitement, wonder, and happiness were all telegraphed to their minds.

Then finally the sound of a higher pitched, child-like voice. Those shy feelings turned into a shudder in the telepathic message and excitement into quick almost stuttered words, "Hello there! I'm so sorry for before. This is just the first time I talk to anyone and it's all so new and wonderful and scary. I really hope you all are ok and I didn't startle you! It's really great to-"

They stopped themselves from rambling and regained their composure, "Sorry, again. You asked if I needed help. I actually do! There are many monsters near my home and I don't think my family could defend themselves. I tried to do something but there were far too many. So in my escape, I noticed the weird looking building and wondered if maybe the people there could help me. Like in the stories!"

Oro took a stick strapped to their back off and began to draw simple figures in the dirt. They held swords, cast spells, and wore capes. It was what they understood were the warriors and heroes in the stories they were often told. They looked back at the grandmother with hopeful eyes.

"So if you could just direct me to some people that could help I would very much appreciate it. Oh! I even have what I believe they call 'payment' in the lands outside the forest." They dug out the smushed seeds and mushrooms from their pouch and presented them.

Taleek · Oct 5, 2022

Rola watched Misko greedily collect the valuables strewn about with a face of mild annoyance, sensing Rola's shift in demeanor as she watched, her fairy companion hovered by her pointy ear and spoke in a hushed, worried tone to the kokiri. "Oh, Rola this doesn't look safe in the slightest. And... wait a tick, we've met this troublemaker before, haven't we?" the fairy buzzed from side to side to side as Rola calmly spoke, yet her golden eyes stayed locked upon Misko's back. "Yeah, he's been around, and we may've crossed paths once or twice... And it looks like he's making off with someone's well fought loot." She exhaled through her nostrils before a devilish smile crept upon the small Kokiri's lips as an opportunity presented itself to the kokiri. Kira recognized this look all too well when she knew Rola was getting ready to do something dangerous, she gave a worried buzz before chirping again in Rola's ear.

"Are you planning to do something... b-bad to that man?" Kira spoke nervously, not sure on what the little kokiri was thinking, but upon seeing Rola swiftly yet subtlety unsheathe her kokiri sword, her worries blossomed into to something akin to panic before the kokiri spoke in a hushed tone to her fairy companion.

"Oh, keep your fairy dust in check, Kira... I'm not here to gut the fella, I'm just going to make sure things pan out correctly here... for us specifically and for our new tough friend once they realized we secured their hard-earned loot. Why, I bet they'll be so overjoyed with us, they'd give us a reward... or maybe even a cut of the loot~" Her voice was confident yet playful, as if she imagined the whole scenario in her head already. Being praised by this warrior and rewarded sounded like a fun day and a not so fun day for her thieving friend Misko. Kira didn't bother to attempt to dissuade her from such actions, she was more relived that Rola wasn't actually planning to kill anyone today, and the fairy was more than content with that.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Rola began to creep ever so quietly upon Misko, making sure not to make any more noise so that she could properly get the jump on the thief. She settled in her mind that once she had approached him from behind a gentle blade to the shoulder ever so nicely pressed against the neck would be a lovely position to have her friend in, so she sat off to do just that. As she crept along, Kira would notice how she walked in a rhythm of sorts, almost as if the kokiri were playing a song in her head as she drew closer and closer to her target with that cute yet slightly terrifying smile upon her face.

Stealth Check: 25 (16+9 = 25)

Stok · Oct 5, 2022

Garvii: Northern Roads, Woodlands

"I... Well... Sure... I'm not sure if I've already rubbed you the wrong way Garvii, but I'm still glad to have you along," Said the saddened old man, leaning back against the short driver's seat of the cart. He kept the same steady crawl going as Garvii made his way more to the edge of the path to forage. Under a small oak happened to be what Garvii recognized as two Stamella Mushrooms. While walking as well, he happened to notice a distant rustleing, as well as a shadow in the underbrush far past the treeline.

Perhaps this motivated him to take off. Once the Rito was above the trees he could see just how wooded the area was. Still, every canopy has it's window's onto the forest floor. Garvii knew where to look, and saw flashes of gray fur within the woodland portals. Three different wolves, at least, trekking parallel ahead and behind of the cart. Garvii's keen senses were sure of it.

In the distance on their route was the stable, about half a mile still to go. To the northeast in the same direction, was a much thicker and larger forest the likes of which Garvii had never laid eyes on. During his time as a chick, Garvii could remember stories the Elder would tell about the Great Hyrule Forest and the magical races who lived there. The Goddess had made them much closer to the fairies than she had the Rito, the Elder used to say. That much was apparent to Garvii by their very domicile, which seemed to appeal to an inner wildness Garvii had in his heart.

Wernburger Gain Stamella Mushroom x2 (combining two of these with a normal ingredient allows the user to swing their weapon one extra time per battle, as if they had action surge)
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Dragon: Dueling Peaks Canyon, Victorious

As Dragon struck down the last of his foes, his foot nearly imploded the monster's chest. And yet, despite his newfound strength, something didn't sit right with his instincts. These creatures were savages. Durable, and not afraid of death almost entirely. Even the other Bokoblins Dragon had faced on the roads and in the valley had never come this close to killing him. This was the first time Dragon had felt it himself. Death's cold finger tapping him on the shoulder, letting him know how close he was. The midst of battle, which was normally nothing but a rush for the warrior, had for a mere moment been scary.

"A fine performance," Said a voice behind Dragon. It came from the direction Dragon had when he entered the valley. Not only that, but Dragon couldn't quite tell if he heard it or felt it. When the young man from Lurelin turned around, he would see a somewhat equally frightening sight. A man sat before him on nothing but air. His body was withered, and frail looking, in lotus position with his hands on his knees. His clothes were white, and thin. Not fit for traveling. He had no shirt either, which showed his gray skin across his whole torso. Covering his face was a clothe with an eye-like symbol. Still, Dragon got the impression he was making eye contact through the clothe mask. Blue sparks flew off of his body occasionally, as if he were a campfire being stoked, "It seems I won't have waisted my time with this little stunt.

I am Lakna Rokee. I am a monk of the Shiekah. Whether or not you know what that means is inconsequential, I need you to rest a moment and listen. Then you can go help that Kokiri with the guy who was going to rob you," The corpse-like monk pointed in the direction of the carts, on the other side of which Dragon could indeed hear voices in conversation now that things had gone quiet, "There are Dark Forces rising in Hyrule. Forces other than The Calamity Itself. That is all I know. You are one of the first Hylians to be born since the Calamity to have the potential to use the Blue Flame. We Shiekah first held this gift long ago. It is aura. Life Energy itself given form. One must perfectly connect their mind and body to harness it truly.

We studied it's full extent once at our height. Used it to power our innovation. Even now, it sustains us in our shrines, thousands of years after we were driven into hiding. We wait for the Hero of Legend to awake from his slumber, but that time is still quite far off. Hyrule still needs protectors, even so, as it always has. I call to you now, Young Warrior from Lurelin. Allow me to give you our ancient gift, and use it to protect Hyrule wherever you see fit," The Monk did not seem to be begging, more so genuinely offering. He also had made no mention of an exchange, so Dragon had to choose whether or not to take this offer at face value.

Just_Dragon (roll investigation)
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Oro: Woodland Stable, Bartering

The old woman's eyes widened as she heard the Scrub's intent in her mind. The child giggled a bit in feeling the sensation of Oro's adventurous spirit. The woman looked amazed, and then saddened by Oro's request.

"I'm sorry forest dweller," Said the old woman with a bit of frailty in her voice, "I'm afraid the only people who could help you with a problem like that are the Horsemen, and you just missed them. They've all headed east for Akkala to found a new stable. Even if you did, I'm afraid you'd need rupees to hire them, not mushrooms. Everyone else here are settlers, just as helpless in front of those monsters as your family you described. I am sorry, but you are welcome to stay in our tent while you're here at our settlement. You don't seem to take up too much room,"

The child silently accepted her ball from Oro and marveled at their wooden exterior, pondering what just transpired. The woman smiled warmly and continued to console Oro.

"There may be others, besides the Horsemen though, who could pass through. Many strange faces have been about recently. Just yesterday there was a man here who said he was a monster hunter, but he's likely well into Tabantha by now if he stuck to his plan. We would have pointed him straight to your problem if we had known those things were up on the mountain. There's also an old soothe-sayer visiting, see there?" The Grandmother pointed to the far end of the stable, where a tent of similar construction to the rest sat slightly apart from it's kin. It had a different clothe, however, of much brighter colors.

Orange, with red trim and a yellow triangle pattern around the top. Certainly unique against the cream-colored burlap the other family tents were made of. In addition, a strange purple smoke unnaturally curled and spiraled from it's top. Oro could tell at once something was off about it, but not entirely sure what other than it's clear defying of physics. Outside, a small cart led by two donkeys rested with nothing in it.

StorytellerLathos (Roll Arcane)
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Rola: Dueling Peaks Canyon, Making Threats

The hair on the back of Misko's neck stood on end as he noticed the tip of the blade in the corner of his vision. It had been a long time since anything had snuck up on him. Hylian, animal, or monster. And now here he was, with no idea who could be holding him at the point of a sword. He was almost sure, however, that it had some unnatural advantage. Or at least, that's what he was telling himself. Misko cleared his throat and found words.

"Well now, is this an ambush? Whatever did I do to deserve it, pray tell?" He spoke calmly, given the situation. As he spoke, he slowly kept sliding the last soldier's blade into his large sack, "My mate and I were just clearing out this monster camp fair and square. You don't mean to rob us, do you?" He didn't dare turn around, but wondered terribly whom could have gotten this close. Rola was suddenly not entirely sure if she had read the situation right, all of a sudden. The man sounded almost sincere, in fact.

T Taleek (Roll Insight)
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Wernburger · Oct 5, 2022

Stok said:
Garvii: Northern Roads, Woodlands

"I... Well... Sure... I'm not sure if I've already rubbed you the wrong way Garvii, but I'm still glad to have you along," Said the saddened old man, leaning back against the short driver's seat of the cart. He kept the same steady crawl going as Garvii made his way more to the edge of the path to forage. Under a small oak happened to be what Garvii recognized as two Stamella Mushrooms. While walking as well, he happened to notice a distant rustleing, as well as a shadow in the underbrush far past the treeline.

Perhaps this motivated him to take off. Once the Rito was above the trees he could see just how wooded the area was. Still, every canopy has it's window's onto the forest floor. Garvii knew where to look, and saw flashes of gray fur within the woodland portals. Three different wolves, at least, trekking parallel ahead and behind of the cart. Garvii's keen senses were sure of it.

In the distance on their route was the stable, about half a mile still to go. To the northeast in the same direction, was a much thicker and larger forest the likes of which Garvii had never laid eyes on. During his time as a chick, Garvii could remember stories the Elder would tell about the Great Hyrule Forest and the magical races who lived there. The Goddess had made them much closer to the fairies than she had the Rito, the Elder used to say. That much was apparent to Garvii by their very domicile, which seemed to appeal to an inner wildness Garvii had in his heart.

Wernburger Gain Stamella Mushroom x2 (combining two of these with a normal ingredient allows the user to swing their weapon one extra time per battle, as if they had action surge)

Garvii rubbed his face in frustration.

"Honestly Perkins, it's better if you don't ask those kinds of questions. I agreed to protect you on this trip and I'll die before I go back on that. Be that's as far as we go for now. Hold a moment while I check ahead."

Garvii wondered if he had been too harsh with the old Hylian but was nowhere near capable of making an apology. He had found in his encounters with traders to keep conversation short so they had less time to weasel you out of your time and resources. He shook away his doubt and lifted up into the trees where he found a foothold and listened in to his surroundings.

The sight of the wolves gave him pause. He preferred to avoid harming animals if he could apart from hunting but there was no time to perform his ritual to commune with nature and he was honorbound to put the safety of the his employer ahead of his personal feelings. Rather than communicate with words he would communicate the only other way he knew, with might.

Garvii flew down and landed atop the cart.

"Perkins ... be ready to keep your animal calm. It's too late to run, we're surrounded. We need to puff our chests a bit here."

Monsters were mindless but perhaps beasts that acted on instinct would take a warning to heart. He drew in a long breath, held it tight in his chest, and then bellowed a primal scream with clear intent: DO NOT APPROACH!!!

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Garvii Intimidation Roll: 19 (w/ Adv)

Just_Dragon · Oct 6, 2022

Stok said:
Dragon: Dueling Peaks Canyon, Victorious

As Dragon struck down the last of his foes, his foot nearly imploded the monster's chest. And yet, despite his newfound strength, something didn't sit right with his instincts. These creatures were savages. Durable, and not afraid of death almost entirely. Even the other Bokoblins Dragon had faced on the roads and in the valley had never come this close to killing him. This was the first time Dragon had felt it himself. Death's cold finger tapping him on the shoulder, letting him know how close he was. The midst of battle, which was normally nothing but a rush for the warrior, had for a mere moment been scary.

"A fine performance," Said a voice behind Dragon. It came from the direction Dragon had when he entered the valley. Not only that, but Dragon couldn't quite tell if he heard it or felt it. When the young man from Lurelin turned around, he would see a somewhat equally frightening sight. A man sat before him on nothing but air. His body was withered, and frail looking, in lotus position with his hands on his knees. His clothes were white, and thin. Not fit for traveling. He had no shirt either, which showed his gray skin across his whole torso. Covering his face was a clothe with an eye-like symbol. Still, Dragon got the impression he was making eye contact through the clothe mask. Blue sparks flew off of his body occasionally, as if he were a campfire being stoked, "It seems I won't have waisted my time with this little stunt.

I am Lakna Rokee. I am a monk of the Shiekah. Whether or not you know what that means is inconsequential, I need you to rest a moment and listen. Then you can go help that Kokiri with the guy who was going to rob you," The corpse-like monk pointed in the direction of the carts, on the other side of which Dragon could indeed hear voices in conversation now that things had gone quiet, "There are Dark Forces rising in Hyrule. Forces other than The Calamity Itself. That is all I know. You are one of the first Hylians to be born since the Calamity to have the potential to use the Blue Flame. We Shiekah first held this gift long ago. It is aura. Life Energy itself given form. One must perfectly connect their mind and body to harness it truly.

We studied it's full extent once at our height. Used it to power our innovation. Even now, it sustains us in our shrines, thousands of years after we were driven into hiding. We wait for the Hero of Legend to awake from his slumber, but that time is still quite far off. Hyrule still needs protectors, even so, as it always has. I call to you now, Young Warrior from Lurelin. Allow me to give you our ancient gift, and use it to protect Hyrule wherever you see fit," The Monk did not seem to be begging, more so genuinely offering. He also had made no mention of an exchange, so Dragon had to choose whether or not to take this offer at face value.

Just_Dragon (roll investigation)

The Hylian continued to stand there for a few moments, tilting his head downwards and getting a good look at all of his fresh wounds. That sure is a lot of blood, mhm. It only just hit him in that moment, that he probably could've died back there. Especially with the adrenaline that was running through his body fading away. Now his injuries began to hurt quite a bit. Not to the point where he'll start screaming, but it by far was one of the experiences of all time. Dragon sheathed the both of his blades now that the 'bout was all said and done with.

"Have they been getting better or something..? Bah, who knows. I'm hungry-"

The Hylian reached for his pouch, and dug his hand into it. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, due to not knowing about the other two individuals that were in the area. But, as he was reaching for his short snack.. he heard a voice..from somewhere. Oddly enough, he was unable to tell where exactly it was coming from. He just guessed that they were behind him. Now, his first instinct was to jump back, reach for his blades and prepare for some kind of counter attack. But when he did jump back, and turn to see who exactly was behind him? He very literally did freeze in place. The guy was petrified, despite dealing with monsters and such who try to kill him often enough, Dragon was scared stiff by the sight of a floating corpse! This would've remained constant until the corpse man identified himself as "Lana Rokee". It's at that point, where he relaxed. Almost instantly.

The reason why he stopped being afraid is because he's heard the name before! He's read plenty of books about monks, despite them being a bit old, for the sake of learning more about it himself. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that this name was written in those books at least a single time. "I.. do know what that means-" He'd slip in, but he'd stay quiet aside from that. He wanted to hear what the dude had to say. More importantly though, he's really tired, so he walked over to a boulder and leaned on it. Just so he could rest up a bit. All the while, he pulled out a few nuts from his pouch. A small handfull of them. From there, he just popped them all into his mouth and ate them. He may be fearfully fascinated by the sight of this Shiekah monk before him, but a guy's gotta eat.

"I'll take it, gladly."
There was very little hesitation behind his words. He heard how it could help him protect Hyrule and he was sold from then on. He is a bit more of a face-value kinda guy, and the value he's getting? This guy wants to help
That's all-

Investigation Roll: 1d20 = 17

Short rest results
Ki points 5/5
Hit dice used: 1
1d8+2 = 5
Hp: 23/38
Aaaand 1 ration used

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