Roleplay 1000 Wands of World Wrecking Wonder IC

[Abyssgazer]

Head turning towards the softskin loping towards the other ones who names are not known and are in clothes of war. Boris's tongue flickered out as he didn't move, his intincts told him to run. He fought them long enough to imbibe several deep quaffs of the holy exliers that deadened their call.

Readied for battle he began by taking the wand of raging madness in one hand, in his other he clenched his rodent shield ready for battle if these strangers were foes remaining with the cart.

 

[Draco]

And so the party splits once more. With the villagers you recognize them as the Fimpletons, an outskirts dwelling family not too far from here that work as tanners. As they approach, Mr. Fimpletons wife Adrianna walks up and says "goodness, Hastria and James! I am glad to see you made it. The whole town was swallowed up, suddenly dropped deep into the earth in a massive sloping pit. Our house was on the edge of it and fell over. We were lucky enough to all live, a few of my kin were in the house when it split in half with the foundation giving out." Motioning to the cart.

"What are you doing out here, anyways? Do you have any idea what happened?"


With the other group you make your way through familiar paths, past the piles of corpses where you did battle, and up to the farm house once more. However, as you approach you can see a very new, all to unexpected sight. Three men stand around the farm house, wearing bright pink robes, hoods, and leather chest plates, with the letters MAM emblazoned vertically on their chest. They also carry clubs and shields of leather and wood. They continue to glance off to the left down a separate path, as if waiting for something to appear. What do you do?

"The entire town, you say? We rode out this way to get a closer look at those strange lights. But, truly the whole town gone?"

"And in one fell swoop, just like that? When did this happen?"

 

[⚕⚕⚕]

With the other group you make your way through familiar paths, past the piles of corpses where you did battle, and up to the farm house once more. However, as you approach you can see a very new, all to unexpected sight. Three men stand around the farm house, wearing bright pink robes, hoods, and leather chest plates, with the letters MAM emblazoned vertically on their chest. They also carry clubs and shields of leather and wood. They continue to glance off to the left down a separate path, as if waiting for something to appear. What do you do?

“Hail, strangers, where have you come from?” Varrys got off the cart and jogged yo to the men.

Readied for battle he began by taking the wand of raging madness in one hand, in his other he clenched his rodent shield ready for battle if these strangers were foes remaining with the cart.

Though he wracks his brains for any scant bits of information he can recall on what this "M-A-M" organization can be, Bierstout manages to come up with nothing. He's sure that if he's ever run into them before then he would have remembered them given their extremely loud and distinct appearance.

Nevertheless, he doesn't think they'll be able to just ignore these strangers. Whoever they're looking or waiting for, the trio would undoubtedly be curious what business they had investigating this farmhouse while carrying around a cartload of magical devices.

As Varrys hops off and hails the strangers, Bierstout gives the reins a gentle tug to tell the horses to start slowing their pace. Should these three men prove hostile, he's ready to draw his glue-wand and glob them all up with sticky goo.

 

[FriedCFour]

“Hail, strangers, where have you come from?” Varrys got off the cart and jogged yo to the men.

One of the men is visibly startled, and takes a moment to look you over before his mouth, which can be seen under the pink veil turns into a scowl. but quickly points his club at you and says "Get back, knife ears. Go back to your woodland village and leave this place at once." He takes no other aggressive actions beyond this, and the three men, along with a fourth obscured by the house take up positions, staring down Varrys.

"The entire town, you say? We rode out this way to get a closer look at those strange lights. But, truly the whole town gone?"

The woman says, "well, it's not gone, but it isn't still standing. The houses and people are all there, but the ground suddenly shifted, like we were on a big pile of dough suddenly deflated, like it lost all the yeast. I don't know how the rest of the town is fairing. We were lucky, but at the same time deep ravines had opened up and with our injured kin we couldn't well risk going down there to see what had transpired. I'm sure they could use the help if you can make it there."

"And in one fell swoop, just like that? When did this happen?"

"Not sure of the exact time, but not too long ago. We got out quick, incase something else happened. Couldn't have been more than thirty minutes ago." This is roughly around the time you broke the wand.

 

[Grav]

One of the men is visibly startled, and takes a moment to look you over before his mouth, which can be seen under the pink veil turns into a scowl. but quickly points his club at you and says "Get back, knife ears. Go back to your woodland village and leave this place at once." He takes no other aggressive actions beyond this, and the three men, along with a fourth obscured by the house take up positions, staring down Varrys.



The woman says, "well, it's not gone, but it isn't still standing. The houses and people are all there, but the ground suddenly shifted, like we were on a big pile of dough suddenly deflated, like it lost all the yeast. I don't know how the rest of the town is fairing. We were lucky, but at the same time deep ravines had opened up and with our injured kin we couldn't well risk going down there to see what had transpired. I'm sure they could use the help if you can make it there."


"Not sure of the exact time, but not too long ago. We got out quick, incase something else happened. Couldn't have been more than thirty minutes ago." This is roughly around the time you broke the wand.

Varrys’ face bristles in annoyance. “I see, well guess you don’t need to hear what we know.” He turns to the cart. “Let’s move along shall we?”

 

[Hlaalu Agent]

Varrys’ face bristles in annoyance. “I see, well guess you don’t need to hear what we know.” He turns to the cart. “Let’s move along shall we?”

"Indeed" Theodoric replied, "It is obviously not important to them. Shame."

 

[Shipmaster Sane]

The woman says, "well, it's not gone, but it isn't still standing. The houses and people are all there, but the ground suddenly shifted, like we were on a big pile of dough suddenly deflated, like it lost all the yeast. I don't know how the rest of the town is fairing. We were lucky, but at the same time deep ravines had opened up and with our injured kin we couldn't well risk going down there to see what had transpired. I'm sure they could use the help if you can make it there."

"We'll make for the town, and do what we can for those we find."

 

[⚕⚕⚕]

One of the men is visibly startled, and takes a moment to look you over before his mouth, which can be seen under the pink veil turns into a scowl. but quickly points his club at you and says "Get back, knife ears. Go back to your woodland village and leave this place at once." He takes no other aggressive actions beyond this, and the three men, along with a fourth obscured by the house take up positions, staring down Varrys.

Varrys’ face bristles in annoyance. “I see, well guess you don’t need to hear what we know.” He turns to the cart. “Let’s move along shall we?”

"Indeed" Theodoric replied, "It is obviously not important to them. Shame."

It takes Bierstout a moment to understand what's going on. At first he's confused as to why Varrys and Theodoric would want to help men who had just insulted and threatened them — if any human called him stubby-limbs or barrel-trunk he'd knock the bold bastard down with a swift punch to the stomach, and he's sorely tempted anyway to do the same to these — but as if a candle has been lit in his head he suddenly gets what they're trying to accomplish.

"Aye, if'n they don't want ta listen, it's on thar own heads," he grumbles ominously, shaking his head in mock disappointment as if the pink-garbed men are about to make a foolish mistake.

 

[Abyssgazer]

Tilting his head as he couldn't understand the words used in the exchange, Boris did understand the stance the softskins took. They beckoned a fight, yet were posing as if attempting to threaten them away. Perhaps these softskins weren't as danger as they seemed and were prey?

His clawed toes flexed digging up lines in the dirt as he rumbled and his eyes narrowed.

"Gift giver, they do not strike first, but challenge us. Should we strike?" He asked the gift giver, tapping his claws on the metal of the wand of raging maddness eager to procure another meal.

 

[FriedCFour]

@⚕⚕⚕ @Abyssgazer @Hlaalu Agent @GravitysMomentum

As you talk amongst yourselves, the guards start to take notice of the cart and who its occupants are. "The subraces are working with monsters!" One exclaims.

"Leave here at once, degenerate scum." One of the guards says. "We won't ask politely a second time." The guards all look fairly tense, not necessarily wanting a confrontation but ready if one occurs.

@Shipmaster Sane @Draco
As you make your way to the town, you find quickly that the once familiar road out is completely gone. You can see the home where the Fimbletons had previously lived bisected, half-standing on solid ground and the rest is strewn across several meters of a craggy ravine, that goes down, and down into the town. Trees obscure much of it but you can see a few other buildings have met similar fates, and one has a tree sprouting directly through the house. If you wish to proceed you must abandon your cart, as the ground is highly uneven, heavily forested, and without a road in sight.

 

[⚕⚕⚕]

"Gift giver, they do not strike first, but challenge us. Should we strike?" He asked the gift giver, tapping his claws on the metal of the wand of raging maddness eager to procure another meal.

"Hold for the time being," Bierstout mutters quietly, not sure if these four humans can understand any language besides the common tongue but hoping they at least don't know Dwarven. "We do not know who they are, and it would be unjust to resort to violence when words would suffice. But be ready in case —"

But the next words out of the humans' mouths would change his mind.

As you talk amongst yourselves, the guards start to take notice of the cart and who its occupants are. "The subraces are working with monsters!" One exclaims.

"Leave here at once, degenerate scum." One of the guards says. "We won't ask politely a second time." The guards all look fairly tense, not necessarily wanting a confrontation but ready if one occurs.

He sees red.

He's been called a coward who couldn't back up his words with actions before. A milk-drinker who couldn't hold his ale. Too short to treat a woman right. Like any good dwarf he's never let an insult like that slide.

Never before has he been called a subrace. Never before has he been called degenerate scum.

Those earlier words of peace are forgotten. This isn't a wrong that can be righted with an exchange of insults and a good brawl. It's an offense that can only end with the death of one party.

"We strike, my friend!" he chokes out, whipping out the glue-wand. His fervent rage is communicated to the device, his desire to see all of these impertinent fools answer for their ill-chosen words, and four bolts of force burst from its tip — one for each of them.

 

[Grav]

Varrys brings out two random wands and casts them at the men.

 

[Abyssgazer]

"We strike, my friend!" he chokes out, whipping out the glue-wand. His fervent rage is communicated to the device, his desire to see all of these impertinent fools answer for their ill-chosen words, and four bolts of force burst from its tip — one for each of them.

Boris could feel the gift-givers predatory desire, he'd been ignoring these prey. Their flesh not worthy of the finer taste of the brewing race, now they prey 'must have taunted the stout gift-giver. As protector Boris would strike the prey of the gift-giver down.

Lifting the wand of raging madness he fired off the wand, four bolt of force leaped from its tip towards the softskin prey, two bolts for the one who'd spoken and two to the one furthest away.

 

[Hlaalu Agent]

Theodoric sighed, he really should have intervened, perhaps used the quite rightful possibility of offending his clan to bring them into line. After all, they just hassled a family member wrongly and insulted his master and of course valued members of the community. Since he now had to fight, he might as well take advantage of the situation, he decided to roll the dice, he took his second wand and cast it at one of them.

 

[Shipmaster Sane]

Whoops, sorry, didn't see I had a response pending, I'll get right to it.

 

[Shipmaster Sane]

@Shipmaster Sane @Draco
As you make your way to the town, you find quickly that the once familiar road out is completely gone. You can see the home where the Fimbletons had previously lived bisected, half-standing on solid ground and the rest is strewn across several meters of a craggy ravine, that goes down, and down into the town. Trees obscure much of it but you can see a few other buildings have met similar fates, and one has a tree sprouting directly through the house. If you wish to proceed you must abandon your cart, as the ground is highly uneven, heavily forested, and without a road in sight.

James calls out loudly into the wood and sees if anyone calls back.

 

[Draco]

@Shipmaster Sane @Draco
As you make your way to the town, you find quickly that the once familiar road out is completely gone. You can see the home where the Fimbletons had previously lived bisected, half-standing on solid ground and the rest is strewn across several meters of a craggy ravine, that goes down, and down into the town. Trees obscure much of it but you can see a few other buildings have met similar fates, and one has a tree sprouting directly through the house. If you wish to proceed you must abandon your cart, as the ground is highly uneven, heavily forested, and without a road in sight.

Hastria looks out over the edge of the ravine, trying to spot the best way down into the town from up high.

 

[FriedCFour]

The House in the Woods

As the adventurers lay down a field of fire you can see the look of pure shock fleet across the guard's eyes before they are torn apart by an onslaught of magic missiles. Their bodies lay broken and spewing glue, the only noticeable effect on the enemies due to the sheer barrage of darts penetrating their bodies and how shortly they remained alive. However, Varrys does feel a sense of dread course through his body and discomfort surround his wrists and ankles before shortly passing, while Theodoric feels a tickling sensation surround his feet which then fades. As you survey the results of a hotheaded massacre, you suddenly become aware of what they were waiting for. In the distance, you can hear the stomping of feet of a march and the neighing of a horse. It would likely be less than a minute before they came into full view. What do you do?

Outskirts of Barleyville

James calls out and hears nothing in reply. At the same time, Hastria sees a path that looks like it would be fairly safe to climb down, with tree trunks and boulders providing easy handholds as well as a less steep descent.

 

[Abyssgazer]

The House in the Woods

As the adventurers lay down a field of fire you can see the look of pure shock fleet across the guard's eyes before they are torn apart by an onslaught of magic missiles. Their bodies lay broken and spewing glue, the only noticeable effect on the enemies due to the sheer barrage of darts penetrating their bodies and how shortly they remained alive. However, Varrys does feel a sense of dread course through his body and discomfort surround his wrists and ankles before shortly passing, while Theodoric feels a tickling sensation surround his feet which then fades. As you survey the results of a hotheaded massacre, you suddenly become aware of what they were waiting for. In the distance, you can hear the stomping of feet of a march and the neighing of a horse. It would likely be less than a minute before they came into full view. What do you do?

Boris's head perks up interrupting his salivation over the tender flesh the dead softskins could provide, he could gorge himself for days with this much food.

The steady thump of feet was too many, even as Boris switched to a unused wand of unknown effects. He recalled the times he'd hunted and of battles with other clans, to hear pounding of feet from a distance like this meant there were many warriors. Possibly far too many to face.

He listened to his insincts telling him to run. "Gift Giver, the march of war that comes is too great to face. We should leave before it grinds us under its feet." Boris warned the gift giver urging him to follow as he made to leave and hide with hurry.

 

[⚕⚕⚕]

Bierstout's blinding wrath begins to ebb as he looks down on the broken corpses of the four dastards, and their growing contributions towards an expanding pool of blood and glue. There's a buzzing in his ears, a muted sense of unease as he realizes that this is the first time he's actually killed someone over matters of respect and pride. The wand in his hand feels like it's made of lead — the usage of the Great Wizard's mystical implements had made it less a fight and more a slaughter. His clan-instilled honor rears its head, reviling the unfairness of it all — he should have used his axe, relied on solely himself instead of the help of another. But any lingering regrets over the manner of these deaths takes a back seat as he notices the sounds of more people coming down the road.

"Gift Giver, the march of war that comes is too great to face. We should leave before it grinds us under its feet." Boris warned the gift giver urging him to follow as he made to leave and hide with hurry.

He looks at the lizard, then back to the bodies.

For only a second, he wonders if it's possible to move them so they'll be concealed from the view of those about to pass by. But with the lack of anything like overly-tall grass, ditches, or walls, and the excess of liquids spilling from the corpses that would form an obvious trail if they were to be dragged, it's clear that would be a futile effort.

They could possibly escape into the forest and hide there . . . but that would take them further away from what they came for.

The strange watery tunnels in that old farmhouse — he's not going to let his adventure be cut short here.

"Into the house, then — hurry!" he decides. "We can watch over the area from inside, and escape deeper if need be!"