Re: The Travellers Tales of Otto Von Weirdigan
Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 8:42 pm
Looking to you the group warily steps back up the slope, Freyan, Tiley and Zorranson duck as further stakes launch from their alcoves.
You also duck allowing the deadly missiles to carry down into the valley, hoisting Tailor up, you quickly follow the group.
The crags rise high above, your passage way becoming narrower and narrower, your footing precarious, made even more so by the fact that yourself and the other three alternate the carrying of Tailor between you.
Ominous forms circle in the air above, around broken peaks; you’re reminded of some bleak gothic painting.
Freyan becomes even more wary, his pace quickens, making travel with Tailor difficult.
The path begins to move upwards once again, as the path widens you see, what appears to be an enclave, nestled within the crags, walled behind spiked timbers.
The feeling of being watched becomes real, as you see further grey skinned people, some elves, others human, each the same hue as Freyan.
The grey elf breathes, "Welcome to Vato"
‘Somehow I think that is an overstatement Freyan, but I’m sure that I am wrong’ Otto grunts with the exertion of the weight of Tailor as he looks around dubiously.
I put on my best smile and wait for Freyan to greet the enclave, or should I say stockade?
A sense of impatience settles over you, as Freyan seems to silently communicate with his fellows.
Once this exhausting process finishes Freyan is permitted to enter, a hour passes, Tiley checks his equipment, then moves around restlessly, Zorranson keeps looking at the sky, warily scanning the ridges and peaks.
Eventually Freyan appears at the gates, he dusts himself off as you move past him into the spartan town, the rooftops have spikes upon them, vantage points are manned by grim faced guards.
You are quickly escorted to a cabin.
‘Its about time’ I whisper to Freyan ‘what with an injured person here.
How is Tailor? We carry him as slowly and a safely as we can.
‘Have you a healer here?’ Otto calls to grim faced villagers.
Setting Tailor down upon a cot, Freyan checks him, soon a grim faced, grey skinned human, balding, with nervous eyes arrives.
The doctor quickly assesses Tailors wounds, administering a thick salve across his shoulder, while getting him to imbibe several potions.
"He will have to rest for several days,” utters the physician, with which he stands and leaves, only turning to glance at Freyan.
‘Thank you very much for you help’ I say to the doctor as I look around the room.
‘Why is everyone so grim faced?’ I ask Freyan when the doctor has left.
"It is a hard life here, Otto, strangers are a sign of misfortune, and the only visitors who come to the village bring death"
A silent pause enters the room
"This night no-one must leave this room, do not open the doors or look from the windows!!"
With that Freyan stalks from the room.
‘Er… Righto Ferret’ Ottos eyes look suspiciously around the room. Then he hobbles over to the rickety chair adjacent to the rickety table in this rickety hut.
‘Is there any food in this unwelcoming town?’ he mutters. But before long he nods off to sleep in the chair.
You also duck allowing the deadly missiles to carry down into the valley, hoisting Tailor up, you quickly follow the group.
I will keep the detection of the traps going as we progress up the hill.I would like to invest in possibly learning astral projection.
Could you run up together a character sheet for Otto at this time so I can use him to the best of his ability?
The crags rise high above, your passage way becoming narrower and narrower, your footing precarious, made even more so by the fact that yourself and the other three alternate the carrying of Tailor between you.
Ominous forms circle in the air above, around broken peaks; you’re reminded of some bleak gothic painting.
Freyan becomes even more wary, his pace quickens, making travel with Tailor difficult.
The path begins to move upwards once again, as the path widens you see, what appears to be an enclave, nestled within the crags, walled behind spiked timbers.
The feeling of being watched becomes real, as you see further grey skinned people, some elves, others human, each the same hue as Freyan.
The grey elf breathes, "Welcome to Vato"
‘Somehow I think that is an overstatement Freyan, but I’m sure that I am wrong’ Otto grunts with the exertion of the weight of Tailor as he looks around dubiously.
I put on my best smile and wait for Freyan to greet the enclave, or should I say stockade?
A sense of impatience settles over you, as Freyan seems to silently communicate with his fellows.
Once this exhausting process finishes Freyan is permitted to enter, a hour passes, Tiley checks his equipment, then moves around restlessly, Zorranson keeps looking at the sky, warily scanning the ridges and peaks.
Eventually Freyan appears at the gates, he dusts himself off as you move past him into the spartan town, the rooftops have spikes upon them, vantage points are manned by grim faced guards.
You are quickly escorted to a cabin.
‘Its about time’ I whisper to Freyan ‘what with an injured person here.
How is Tailor? We carry him as slowly and a safely as we can.
‘Have you a healer here?’ Otto calls to grim faced villagers.
Setting Tailor down upon a cot, Freyan checks him, soon a grim faced, grey skinned human, balding, with nervous eyes arrives.
The doctor quickly assesses Tailors wounds, administering a thick salve across his shoulder, while getting him to imbibe several potions.
"He will have to rest for several days,” utters the physician, with which he stands and leaves, only turning to glance at Freyan.
‘Thank you very much for you help’ I say to the doctor as I look around the room.
‘Why is everyone so grim faced?’ I ask Freyan when the doctor has left.
"It is a hard life here, Otto, strangers are a sign of misfortune, and the only visitors who come to the village bring death"
A silent pause enters the room
"This night no-one must leave this room, do not open the doors or look from the windows!!"
With that Freyan stalks from the room.
‘Er… Righto Ferret’ Ottos eyes look suspiciously around the room. Then he hobbles over to the rickety chair adjacent to the rickety table in this rickety hut.
‘Is there any food in this unwelcoming town?’ he mutters. But before long he nods off to sleep in the chair.