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Post by Pithirendar on Jul 13, 2016 2:32:19 GMT -5
The great red dragon, Ixamarunmaughzeraph, makes his presence known over the King's Forest. He is seen circling just above the oldest trees of the wood. Occasionally he lands into open areas before he is seen leaping into the skies, some distance away.
The remnant forces of orc begin to stir, rallying their forces. The dark trees at the heart of the wood uproot themselves into the outer edges of the forest. Some locals even report sightings of Kobolds.
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Post by Fenix on Jul 13, 2016 7:42:46 GMT -5
Fenix sat beside the pond of the King's Forest, a very large moss green tent pitched beside an embering camp fire. Primsatic eyes flicked up as the dragon billowed and soared over head, the orcs up the path beginning to stir and growl as the dark ancients uprooted. The groan and growl of the woodland's secrets began to mould together. He cast his gaze around, then breathed out heavily.
"Oh for feck's sake."
He heaved himself to his feet, pulling on his tunic, and beginning to secure the heavy wooden platemail. He kicked dirt over the embering fire, collapsed his tent, and began to make his way deeper in.
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Post by grivel on Jul 14, 2016 19:01:43 GMT -5
Kali looks up as the dragon makes a pass over the grove. She hopes the wards are strong enough to protect her. She mutters to herself, "I pray we are not too late"
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Post by cassily on Jul 14, 2016 20:17:52 GMT -5
Resting beside the water the wolf looks up at the passing dragon. Jumping to her feet in alarm. Her hackles raise as she snarls.
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Post by Animayhem on Jul 14, 2016 22:08:18 GMT -5
Marister stopped and saw Cassily and looked up. He had been on his way to the grove.
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Post by styxxbone1 on Jul 15, 2016 14:06:35 GMT -5
*Furin, upon spying the dragon flying high above, deploys his MumUmbrellaTM and hastens indoors. In the likely event that the vile flying reptilian bugger drops some flaming scat.*
styxx
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Post by Pithirendar on Jul 16, 2016 2:29:52 GMT -5
Ixamarunmaughzereph unleashes his fury of fire on the King's Forest.
The small town of Dhedluk is left burning and in disarray. As its townsfolk slowly return to assess the damage, they are overwhelmed with tears and emotion. Their spirits will not be broken and they begin to clean up the debris and build anew what was lost.
The town of Waymoot evaluates its damage. They largely escape the dragon's ire but the once lush woodlands to the south are all but smouldering ash. Bodies of kobold, orc, and the dead bark of dark trees lay strewn; but the land is touched by a druid's hand, and slowly life blooms. The fire giving birth to new life.
Locals spread word of the great dragon bellowing for his treasure to be returned. He called for his prize, a 'she', and they speculate on what 'she' could be.
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Post by dendore on Jul 16, 2016 10:27:01 GMT -5
*Dendore returns to his home village Dhedluk, assessing all the damage. First he helps rebuild the townsfolk houses then would move onto the Inn and merchant buildings..
After helping with all of them he tends to the temple, a never before seen anger seems to be building in him...................
Left a poor man he contemplates, how to continue*
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Post by The Tallest Dwarf on Jul 16, 2016 10:41:37 GMT -5
A dwarf of stern bearing and brown beard wears plain laborer's clothes as he helps the townsfolk of Dedhluk rebuild, utilizing masonry skills long-ago-learned. He also can be seen chanting over the wounded if any come to him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 11:20:37 GMT -5
*Nyssa would have left Dhedluk the morning of the attack after having visited Mielikki's shrine. On the long road to Suzail through Waymoot at the commence of the attacks she paused, withdrawing her greatsword as she looked back and up to the sky through the gaps of the old tall trees, observing glimpses of the red dragon above Dhedluk. She decided against assisting the towns defense, instead redoubling her effort in searching for Dai, occasionally glancing back up to the sky above Dhedluk in hopes of seeing a green dragon tackle the besieging red*
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Post by appleseedy on Jul 16, 2016 14:11:25 GMT -5
*a squire spends an evening in a certain shrine shrine near the north east gates of suzail. looking around the shrine he opens his book and begins to write. maybe hes waiting to see will a silver haired lady come and speak to him, he will revisit the shrine during the coming days*
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Post by A Terrible Username on Jul 16, 2016 15:06:47 GMT -5
*Bree, still without bath covered in the mess of a great battle, goes through dhedluk helping what she can, assisting with people's lands/gardens/farm and homes, replanting foods and strengthening their growth to be quicker. She spends a good bit with Strongleaf if he still lingers there as well. Then moves onto Waymoot and what little is left of the woods. She seems oddly quiet for the most part, mournful and shaken. Often lost in her own deep thoughts as she works to aid those she can. She stops any further spread of fires, just containing it and letting nature take it's course for the most part in the kings forests before heading back to the shrine of Mielikki, kneeling in prayer and begging for wisdom on the situation at hand.*
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Post by styxxbone1 on Jul 16, 2016 17:00:31 GMT -5
*After being repeatedly bombarded by flaming balls of Red Dragon Scat. Furin stagers off in search of a solvent powerful enough to scrub the sulfur-ish smelling residue off of his armor and equipment. And Bock strong enough for him to forget the night.*
styxx
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Post by Lady Frost on Jul 16, 2016 19:50:39 GMT -5
A day after the incident, unassumingly, a woman in well-made clothing rides herself into Dhedluk on a black horse. Over the course of the day she helps as many people or small groups as she can with minor tasks as she listens to them grieve, complain, or whatnot. She avoids crowds large enough to draw attention to her preaching, from a single person to no more than four or five. She offers them council of a unique form until it appears they understand her message and she then moves on.
Her message is this, though it would be conveyed in many different ways depending on the people she spoke to and their demeanor towards the meaning behind her message: What happened yesterday was nothing short of a great tragedy. Many people suffered losses, be it material goods, emotional stability, or loved ones. Things that may never be able to be gained back. However, what should not be overlooked, is that someone chose that this was an acceptable outcome. Someone, or someones, is protecting what the dragon seeks. They chose to let this destruction happen to you, your friends, your loved ones, and your fellow Cormytes, to protect a single thing that they feel is more important. You must take this outrageous action against you and demand that whoever continues to harbor what the Dragon seeks ceases to do so. Take the life you are fortunate to still have and call for action against those that are so reckless to allow such mass destruction against so many to protect so little.
//She would do with with a +22 Bluff modifier and a +50 persuade modifier.
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Post by Animayhem on Jul 16, 2016 22:36:06 GMT -5
*Marister to went to Mielikki's Shrine before heading back to the Grove.*
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Post by Pithirendar on Jul 16, 2016 23:34:20 GMT -5
The local townsfolk are grateful for the aid that is given. They welcome those who help into their homes and hearts, providing warm meals and beds as payment. Slowly, Dhedluk returns to some sense of normality as new structures replace the old and those that had fled return.
War Wizards and Royal Corps of Monster Hunter officers survey the damage. Their apprentices and squires following close behind recording every detail.
Some townsfolk after hearing the quiet words of an unknown woman demand to know why they did not give the dragon what they wanted.
The same apprentices and squires take notes of all that is said and deliver them back to Suzail, along with the officers reports.
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Post by maeglhachel on Jul 17, 2016 4:35:29 GMT -5
Meantime a group of three appeared in Dhedluk apparently out of thin air. And between the hin druid tending to the wounded an the others helping as well as they could, listening to frightful accounts of the events and consoling the mourning, now and then a charismatic red-head will share a story of one of the countless dragon attacks on the neighboring Dales, from the death of Sylune right to the Scourge of Featherdale. And she will also mention previous occasions in Cormyr, such as the dracolich of Greatgaunt, to remind them that appeasing a blackmailing dragon is not the answer. Instead, she encourages people to go demand of Sir Pennington that their proud nation order the beast hunted and brought down like the rabid dog that it is.
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Post by grivel on Jul 17, 2016 16:57:41 GMT -5
A blonde haired woman dressed in earth colors wanders the burned areas south of Waymoot, murmuring spells to enhance growth. A tear drips down one cheek and she quickly brushes it away, renewing her resolve.
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Post by SandalwoodDream on Jul 17, 2016 19:03:43 GMT -5
As the towns people and volunteer aid workers helped to bring some semblance of order to the ravished town of Dhedluk following the dragon attack a small pocket of children crowded around a blonde, dreadlocked halfing woman on the edge of the town. The woman spoke of inspirational, adventurous and humorous accounts of her carefree childhood around the mysterious and distant High Forest ... healing their young impressionable minds from the scars of that day not so long ago ...
... laughter and smiles was at least a temporary sign of recovery from reality for both the children and the hafling woman who was also seen the day before tending the wounded and giving final blessings to others ...
... as the day gave way to dusk the woman cast a simple light spell that not only astounded the children but allowed the smiling faces of youth to remain intact into the evening and hopefully long enough to stave off another restless sleep ...
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Post by A Terrible Username on Jul 18, 2016 3:07:51 GMT -5
After a couple days tending to the towns of Dhedluk and Waymoot, Bree and Mossy head south of Waymoot into the burnt and charred woodland carrying a variety of tools, pots, saplings, seeds and pies.
Oddly they appear to work quietly at a steady pace, stopping for the odd break here and there, though mostly they continue on rather determinedly without their usual banter, content to work in the silent company of the other. They start by removing the charred remains of metal armors and weapons left within the woodlands, piling it up to be dealt with and taken away later on to the local towns so that it can be melted down and re-purposed. Once they complete their first task, they go about burying some of the charred remains of the less stable plants and move about planting saplings and seeds of various plants (grasses, briars, bushes, creepers, thistles, trees, vines), throughout what remains of the woodlands, giving each a hearty dose of water before moving on to the next. A number of the larger and more stable charred husks of trees (perhaps even with some of them living under their charred exterior) instead of being pulled down have various cuttings of vines encouraged to grow up and round them.
After one of their breaks, with quiet chatter and more then a couple of apple pies vanishing from their packs, the pair move to the sides of what remains of the gated area where the final forces were engaged. They take to digging out a hole on each side and very carefully placing an acorn in each given to them previously by the famous Great Oak of the Hullack before covering the holes up and forming a mound on top and giving them both a hearty drink. They take extra care to return and tend these two particular mounds in the days ahead, a little magic might have also been used to strengthen and help them grow, to ensure they're given every chance possible in their new home.
Bree moves around the area once the seeds, saplings and cuttings planted, encouraging the odd bit of growth of plants with magical blessings, effecting all in the nearby area. Before moving towards tracking down any injured animal that was unable to flee at the first sign of danger, Bree attempts to calm them down, or on the rare occasion they're too startled for such briefly paralyzing them with magic before Mossy moves slowly with his palms raised in a non-threatening way to tend to their wounds with both bandages, herbal ointments and divine magic as deemed appropriate on a case by case basis.
//We're blaming DM_SYD for the acquisition of these acorns from the old oak and one of his plots.
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Post by Dobian on Jul 18, 2016 12:53:34 GMT -5
Cat'lyn also visits the area and assesses the damage. While dismayed at the loss of forest habitat and animal life, she understands that even a dragon attack is part of the cycle of death and renewal, and that the King's Forest will bounce back eventually. She uses her skills of the magical and non-magical variety to assist with the recovery, her bear Kodiak by her side.
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Post by styxxbone1 on Jul 18, 2016 18:15:53 GMT -5
*With the once dense vegetation now mostly cleared, an old dwarf is seen doing a mining assay. Planting small wooden stakes in conveniently located, freshly dug, earthen mounds, marking out the best areas for strip miming. And noting which valuable minerals and ores might be found where.*
styxx
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Post by A Terrible Username on Jul 18, 2016 18:37:31 GMT -5
A very large dire wolf stalks up behind the dwarf, ears laid back and snarls at him. Teeth snap at him threateningly. Bree turns to the dwarf and tells him to be gone before he can start digging up all their hard work. Her tone and eyes a darker more angry than usual. Seemingly to have lost any of her playful teasing side. If need be taking up her bow, letting the wolf continue it's threats towards him.
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Post by fisheyes on Jul 18, 2016 18:39:58 GMT -5
A Cormex delivery rider passes through Dhedluk and nails up a dozen advertisements on walls and message boards. Six of them are for the the grand opening of the Phoenix Theatre in Arabel, announcing a 50 Lions discount on tickets for inhabitants of Dhedluk. The other six posters are for a trading company in Marsember...
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Post by Razgriz on Jul 18, 2016 18:57:03 GMT -5
*A still tired Holance would return to Dhedluk and assist his brothers and sisters of the Triad for a while. Some bell tolls later, he would notice one of the Cornucopia posters and leave looking somewhat upset after reading it.*
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Post by The Tallest Dwarf on Jul 18, 2016 19:14:38 GMT -5
A Cormex delivery rider passes through Dhedluk and nails up a dozen advertisements on walls and message boards. Six of them are for the the grand opening of the Phoenix Theatre in Arabel, announcing a 50 Lions discount on tickets for inhabitants of Dhedluk. The other six posters are for a trading company in Marsember... A Dwarf would notice this poster and scowl "Discounts...they lost everything and she thinks tis fair t'charge 'em?" Shaking his head, the Dwarf would seek out a Dhedluk authority figure and say the following "I'd like t'donate five hundred gold t'the Dhedluk Relief Effort." He removes several bags of coin and weighs them in his powerful, battle-hardened hand before handing them over. "If ye like, tell folk th'Alaghor o' Oghrann donated this, and that if they wish t'show gratitude a mere prayer to Clangeddin wouldn't go astray." He trudges off, once more lamenting on the greed of manlings. //If a DM sees this, feel free to poke me IG and ask if anyone has removed 500GP from Torgar's inventory. If I say "No" then by all means remove the gold.
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Post by amaru on Jul 18, 2016 21:25:36 GMT -5
"So many gave their lives, and you want to give a discount? How utterly Disgusting." Shakes her head. "May the winds give you exactly what you deserve." The blond Wind Singer walks away.
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Post by styxxbone1 on Jul 18, 2016 21:33:00 GMT -5
*Dodging Dire Wolves and despicable orcish claim jumpers, Furin, sporting a few lumps and a limp. Along his co-conspirator, takes a sack of ore samples he collected to the War Wizzer's in Suzail, along with his application for a strip mine in the King's Burnt Stump Preserve.*
((Done ingame)) styxx
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Post by emeraldsnowx on Jul 19, 2016 14:12:26 GMT -5
In the dark candlelight of the Office of the Inquisition in Valkur's Roar, Tanya Steel begins writing out purchase requests for trebuchet and ballista designs, as well as penning purchase orders for lumber and iron ingots. She pens posters offering employment to skilled carpenters and steelsmiths, as well as a call for volunteers to prepare a keep for warfare. Her time out of the city is spent gathering intelligence on the dragon and its doings, be they rumor or confirmed. Otherwise, she spends her time reviewing old maps of Boot Keep, with a grand plan in mind to ground the beast and slay it with minimal loss of life.
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Post by Rane on Jul 19, 2016 21:33:19 GMT -5
Salazar Von Nefzon returns to Valkurs Roar and enters the Wizard's tower. He spends his time within the tower preparing wands to aid with the defense of the city.
*Several wands of color spray are created.*
Salazar with a magical bag full of wands in hand, would set about town handing out the wands to any guard who would accept them. He would spend time with each instructing them on its use and suggesting that they be used against the dragon's orc horde to gain advantage during skirmish.
Salazar also sends word to the war wizards in Suzail for council and a small request.
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