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The Wooden Structure Awaits
Earthday, 4th of Goodmonth
Early Morning, Hot, Humid, Sunny

The next morning......

Brother Gilbert is asking around for hardened adventurers that want to accompany him to the west so they can seek out the wooden structure again, hoping to learn more about it. He is bringing along the copper disk that was given to him by a poisoned fighter that he once adventured with. Armed with a list of possible companions, he starts asking around early, knowing that it will take nearly a full days travel time to get there on foot. He also knows that his group will likely need to spend at least one night either out in the jungle, or somewhere inside of the structure itself.

While he is out rounding up fellow explorers, he sees a young human eyeing him up from a distance. The man is not tall, but he definitely looks ready for a fight, with huge bulging muscles and a hearty appearance. The man seems reluctant to simply ask the priest what he is doing, so he just follows him around for a little while, hoping to make an acquaintance eventually.


This is the list I have so far. Let us know if you are still interested by speaking up in this thread. Thanks!

Jax
Storm
Saracen
Avaala
Maag
Talaris
Eawad
Judson

As soon as we get a group together this one will be kicked off.

Before heading to his own hammock, Saracen calls in to see Alordan and casts some healing light magic over him.

[1d8] = 5

And also on the magic-used if he wants it.

[1d8] = 3

And Monocar if he is still injured greatly.

[1d8] = 8

And a last one on Alordan once again

[1d8] = 7

Saracen and Storm are waiting at the beaches edge, both communing to regain their magical powers before setting off.

Judson, not used to conversing with other people, especially when it is himself that initiates the conversation, takes a deep breath and then lets it out slowly. You can do this! he mumbles to himself while instinctively grabbing his the hilt of his weapon for security, moves closer to the priest and then taps stranger's should. Excuse me sir He pauses until the priest turns around. I have been watching you for some time. Are you in need of help? Not waiting for a reply the young lad continues. I've been trained by my grandfather how to fight with this sword (gripping the hilt of his bastard sword) and I've hunted wild game with this bow (turning almost 180 degrees as to show the long bow to the priest). Turning back around, he faces the priest. Can I be of service to you?

Eawad Driftwood

Hearing Brother Gilbert's call for adventurers, Eawad approaches. Seeing Judson reach him first, however, he meekly stands aside, waiting his turn to speak with the cleric.

Brother Gilbert

He turns to look at who tapped his shoulder. Oh, greetings! You most certainly may be of service; thank you. We are going into the jungle, which is filled with all sorts of dangers. You are most welcome to join us. By what name shall we call you?

He also notices another person, who is waiting to speak, and asks, And, you? Do you also wish to join the expedition?

As the goodly priest of light welcomes even more members to his growing party, another large human begins walking towards them all.

Always happy to invite even more folks along, and sticking to his mantra of safety in numbers, the Brother is glad to see that this guy looks like he would be great in battle. He wears heavy armor, carries a massive axe that looks rather threatening, and is flanked by a large dog and a skinny human friend.

Everyone can RP a bit to get acquainted. We will be heading out to the structure shortly.

Eawad Driftwood

Glancing once at Judson, Eawad steps forward. "Why, er, yes," he says nervously to Brother Gilbert. "We met yesterday, actually. I'm Eawad, and I'm very interested in coming along with your expedition," he says, putting forth his best smile. "I've many ways of making myself useful." Not wanting to be mistaken for a bard again, Eawad doesn't mention his musical abilities.

After hearing the priest's reply, Judson smiles and politely steps aside in order for the others could make their introductions, nodding briefly to the one waiting for him to finish. He preoccupies himself by adjusting on of many leather straps attached to his chainmail armor. He looks up and sees the human with the large axe. Catching the human's attention he then looks at the axe, then back at the guy, nodding with approval. I'd hate to be at the wrong end of that Judson thinks to himself. He then instinctively scans the surroundings like his grandpa told him to do. Always expect the unexpected. Never be caught without your weapon nearby... Judson smiles at the memory of his grandpa telling him that. I'm going to make you proud grandpa the fighter says to himself

Gramble

With large strides matching his massive frame Gramble approaches the group without hesitation.

I am Gramble Thermopolus, son of Rogar, grandson of Vale. I seek glory and fame. This is Feightus my trusted hound

φτέρνα he says to the hound as it sits beside his right heel

and this man is Jeevus, my chronicler who has joined me to record my deeds for all posterity. I offer you my axe in your quest of exploration.

Avaala the Grey

Fresh from his meeting with Chauncey, Avaala and the now-armored Rollo, approach. "Well... he says to Brother Gilbert. "It seems word of your adventure has travelled the length of the island! We have several more than we did last night."

He nods to Gramble as another who has learned the trust and value of a good dog. "This is Rollo." he says as he lays his hand on the head of the massive dog. Rollo looks at Feightus and huffs deeply in greeting.

"Greetings to those I have not yet met," says Avaala. "I am Avaala the Grey. Chancellor and agent-at-large of the Mage's Guild, and personal assistant to the venerable Chauncey The Adequate."

Jaxsen Reiter

After his morning swim, cleansing and workout routine, Jax shows up just as the newer members begin introducing themselves. 'This is good.' he thinks. 'This is becoming a proper swarm. Let our enemies fear us!'

The newer members see an unlikely looking adventurer. A young blond man, dressed in what seem to be worn, hand-me-down clothes, belted at the waist and some old, rough-looking shoes. What little gear he carries, a belt with some pouches, a large quiver with some javelins, and the halberd he carries, all look used, but perfectly serviceable.

Once everyone has introduced themselves, he smiles largely and disarmingly. "Hi! I'm Jaxsen. You all look like some hard workers! May all our labors and sacrifices serve the hive!"

SirOwen wrote:Jaxsen Reiter

May all our labors and sacrifices serve the hive!"[/dialog]

Hive? I do not like bee's. I once hit a hornets nest on a back swing and I would rather fight orcs.

Brother Gilbert

Good day to you, Gramble. You are welcome to join us. Do not concern yourself; Jaxsen uses language oddly, by hive he means "group."

To Eawad, Yes, I remember you. Thank you. And to the group as a whole, Have each of you assembled the equipment and rations you will need for a trip of several days into the jungle and back? Some of you may think of this trip as a means to glory or wealth. It is not. We seek to learn more about the island and study the strange structure in the west. The village has been threatened by certain entities, and a new location is needed- something away from the beach. So please try to treat each other with kindness, and think about that which is good for the larger group. May the light of Pelor shine for all of us.

I am going to try to get this one under way to alleviate some of the current congestion in town. If you changed your mind about going along, just say so.

The Wooden Structure Awaits
Earthday, 4th of Goodmonth
Early Morning, Hot, Humid, Sunny

Brother Gilbert really begins to display his impressive organizational skills as he draws more and more willing adventurers into his growing party. He wisely reminds everyone who is interested in going along that they will likely be out in the wild for several nights, and that they should all make certain they are prepared for the rigors of the dangerous jungle.

As he gathers the islands newest members together, he leads his new flock towards the beach while explaining what he thinks they will be up against. He spots the halfling druid down there, communing with nature, as is their way. The orange warrior priest is nearby as well, praying to his sun god on the beach along with his massive fighting friend and newest convert, Monocar.

Avaala the seasoned mage and the huge fighter named Gramble make introductions as their dogs sniff each other and grunt softly. Jaxsen rushes up to join the group as well, introducing himself in his strange vernacular. Judson looks around the area carefully, not just at the others assembled, but off into the distance as well, making sure there are no nearby threats to his newly assembling group. Eawad the THIEF is there as well, staring up at all the powerful looking fighting men. The much smaller human is glad to see that the group should be well protected.

Following a bit tentatively behind the group, as if they aren't really certain they want to go along, are Maag the half-orc and Talaris, cleric of Pelor. The size of this group is daunting to look upon, possibly causing a bit of uncertainty in their minds.

At the beach, the calm waves of the Azure Sea slowly lap up onto the soft sand, giving off a peaceful, easy feeling to the start of this mission. The beach is less traveled to the west, and there isn't a hard packed trail developed yet. Brother Gilbert mentions that the trip will take roughly 14 hours to reach the structure, at a steady pace and with limited stops to rest. The insects aren't bad here in town with the smoking cook fires going, but the good priest knows they will be horrible once they enter the jungle.

The arduous, daylong trudge through the sand and jungle awaits.

Actions?

map is here:
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Brother Gilbert C
Jax M
Storm D
Saracen F2/C3
Avaala MU3
Eawad T
Judson F
Gramble F
Maag? F/T
Talaris? C

Gramble will purchase a weeks wort of rations before we leave

Storm stirs as his elemental powers recharge, looking at the others with a wide eyed wonder.
Eager to be off the little Druid brushes sand off his green robes and gets to his feet. Checking his equipment the halfling then hails the others.

”Are we off then? I am just going to fill up my waterskin and I shall be ready!” he says before bustling off to the water silo to do just that.

With this task complete, the aspirant wanders to Brother Gilbert and nudges him in he side playfully.

All set are you? Storm asks, grinning excitedly.