##Main Quest #2: A

#Side Quest #1: Group 6 is "The Northerners" (unless Priggat really wants to change it).

Zersch @ 6/2/2021 21:16

Vandal twitches at being called a bear again.

Marnu expresses his most sincere apologies. He doesn't know how he got so mixed up.

Perhaps there is a more fitting name than his initial suggestion. Something related to nature feels fitting though.

Zersch @ 6/2/2021 19:16

Vandal twitches at being called a bear again.

Vandal should accept the complement, as it a great honor.

Tavern Brawl Missing
Get Ready to Rok
Team 5
Team 7

Name Missing
Team 2
Team 5
Team 7

Backstory Missing
Malus
Cyrillus
Rara
Lavina
Pastor Sandor
Calius
Vandal
Hustus

##Main Quest #2: C

##Side Quest #1: The Pack

I posted it earlier, but it was either missed or unofficial.

assuming we're Team 2 lol

Christian @ 6/2/2021 15:59

Dyl @ 5/2/2021 15:44 I personally like the Pack! But I am an easy going guy. Names pale in comparison to our greater purpose. Shadow @ 5/2/2021 20:11 Ri ragree rith ra Rack The Pack ##Party Name: The Pack

the quotes to show how we are in agreement. :P

Tavern Brawl Missing
Get Ready to Rok
Team 5 (Brian Boc Herm)

Name Missing
Team 5 (Brian Boc Herm)
Team 7 (Badger Zersch Cherry)

Backstory Missing
Malus
Cyrillus
Rara
Lavina
Pastor Sandor
Calius
Vandal
Hustus

It sounds as though our team all agreed on this course of action.

##C. Attempt to talk your way out of it and come to a truce

Oh wow didnt even notice that it was already posted lol.

Everything happened so quickly Cyrillus didn’t know what to think. He felt a paw grab his shoulder. “Get behind me” Randall shouted and pulled him back. Rara is beside him brandishing her whip. Cyrillus notices a cork on the ground and loads his sling. While he’s not one for violence he knows he has to protect his back. He pulls back and aims at a large boar-folk that was charging towards them. He missed completely. However he hit a nearby shelf which knocked over a clay pot which fell on the boar-folk head. He fought back a smile of accomplishment...

“Cyrillus, go help your mother.” His father and brothers were going off for the hunt, but someone had to take care of the dishes with his mother. Even though he was the middle of five boys, he was the runt of the litter. The constant teasing, the exclusion from the Hunt. It took its toll on him.

“Keep your head up dear,” his mother smiled at him. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his mother, he just. Well he just didn’t want to be excluded. “You’re a gentle soul” she told him, “that’s more important than the Hunt.” A gentle soul. His brother always told him that was a nice way to say coward. He wasn’t a coward though, he didn’t want things to suffer.

When the great drought came to his land and the elephant folk attacked. It was his mercy of an injured enemy solider that kept him alive. His brothers pride cost them. They let him leave and journey on his own. He found the alliance of the aura. He studied their ways and performed on the streets for food. Some have called him a miracle worker but he is just a vessel. However the world has grown cold and less generous towards faith healers. The alliance is poor. He heard about this adventure and on his week long journey hear met up with Randall and Rara for obvious reasons. The faith is in his paws.

"The Forest's Finest? That has a ring to it," answered Hustus. "Or we could call ourselves Friends of the Forest. Keepers of the Wood..." Hustus was so distracted stretching his creative muscles that the string of his new bow slipped between his fingers, sending arrows flying at Greaseface, Ahron, and Malus below.

##Fire Longbow at Team 1

"Lookout below!" he called. "I'd still love for us to find a way to resolve this peacfully."

Wow I sure am shocked

After hearing Hustus make his suggestions, Marnu croaked with delight.

'Keepers of the Woods? I positively love it. With a name like that, stories of our party are sure to reach the ears of the King. You have an undeniable way with words, my friend Hustus!'

But the smile on Marnu's face quickly disapeared as he looked down towards Greaseface, Ahron and Malus, each of whom had an arrow protruding from their knees.

'But unfortunately Hustus, it seems you do not have quite the same way with weapons. What a terrible, terrible accident to have occured. My friends Ahron, Malus and Greaseface, please forgive us. Prigatt, perhaps you can assist them with some of your divine healing? I'd ask Pastor Sandor but he's nowhere to be found, and it seems quite rude to ask Greaseface to cure his own wounds. What say you?"