The Fortress of Solitude (IC)

[josienoms]

Argos is one of the twin Jewels of southern Krypton. A few miles east of Metros, near the border of the Central Plains, Argos is the current seat of House El. The great House once held Metros as well, but in recent decades it was taken from them by political maneuvering on the part of Luth-Or. Each of you has made your way here in response to rumors that the patriarch of House El is putting together an expedition to the northern wastes. His offer of gold was enough to draw some, others are in it for favors. Still more are in it for doing the right thing

Barda, Abiin Sur, Rakta, and Tim are met at the gates of Jor-El's manor by a woman in armor. She's tall and seemingly of noble bearing, and has a sword at her hip, and a shield blazoned with the symbol of Kal-El hanging on her back. Her long dark hair is in a braid, and falls over one shoulder.

"You've all been expected. My name is Tana Lor-An, I've been instructed to bring you before my Lord."

She leads you inside, taking you across the grounds to the door. The lawn is well trimmed and smells fresh, and flowering dogwood trees line the path up to the facade of the manor. The door is dark hardwood, inlaid with the crest of House El, which unsurprisingly bears much similarity to Kal-El's holy symbol. Tana leads you down a hallway and to the Lord's study, where Jor-El himself is waiting for you. He wears a simple gray robe, and stands next to a young man.

Jor-El appears to be in middle age, with wrinkles at his eyes, and gray in his beard. His head is shaved, and he smiles as he sees you walk in.

"Good, I'm glad you all were able to make it. Thank you, Tana."

The young woman nods and stands by the door.

"I thank you all for answering my request. Each of you brings something unique to the table, and will be rewarded not only with gold, but with part of my own private stash..."

As he trails off, he removes a cloth from his desk, exposing a small pile of bright green jewels. Kryptonite. A rare and valuable gemstone worth far more than most people can afford.

"I'm sure you have many questions, even you, Kon-El."

He looks to the young man at his side.

"I'll take the time to answer them now, while I still can. And know that I'm sending my vassal, Kon-El along with you, as my emissary."

[JonRG]

Tim raises a hand. "Yeah, what exactly are we gonna be doin' out in the wastes?"

[josienoms]

Jor-El nods, as if he was anticipating that question.

"I'm glad you asked. The wastes are of little consequence, what matters to me, and to all of Krypton, is the Fortress. It was once a mighty temple of Kal-El, but since the fall of the Martian Empire, it hasn't been safe for pilgrims to cross the Red Desert. The Fortress of Solitude has stood empty for centuries. None know what lies inside it now. Traps. Monsters. It could be crawling with Orcs. I'm sending you all to reclaim it. Others will secure a road through the desert, but the Fortress itself must be made safe first. Once you do so and return, you'll receive your pay."

[Obscurejones]

Kon holds his place at Jor-El's side, a smile crossing his face as he sees Barda among the adventurers. Without lifting his hands from his side he gives her a little one handed wave. Mouths a message silently.
"Good to see you again."
He snaps back to focus as Jor-El unveils the gemstones and his jaw drops just a little before his decorum takes hold.
"I serve at your pleasure, sir. You have given me gifts beyond measure. I have my name thanks to you, and no need of gems."

[josienoms]

"You're too modest, Kon-El. You're undertaking a dangerous journey, and deserve the same rewards. And..."

He pauses and smiles sadly.

"I'm proud of you, boy."

[Obscurejones]

Kon smiles warmly at his adopted father.
"Then if I may indulge my pride in my name, sir, reinvest my share into the resulting route. If it brings honor to our house it will serve me better then personal wealth."

[ChaosArchon]

The young man looks around at the finery within the room, especially the kryptonite on the desk with a gaze of absolute desire. This was more wealth than he had ever seen, with it he could raise an army and raze Thanagar to the ground.

"Might be a bit overkill there my friend," he thinks to himself amidst his daydream of burning Hawks screaming to their impotent gods,"but enough thinking about genocide, the rich guy is speaking." Thus he pays attention to the others and what they are saying, particularly the young Krypton and his master.

After the Krypton, Kon-el asks for his share to be used in the name of his house, Rakta sighs, another soul too kind for this world. However the young Raven finally speaks up,"So can we expect other groups to be interested in this fortress? Or are we the only ones looking for it?"

[horus42]

Abiin Sur steeples his fingers, pondering over the nature of the quest. Was it dangerous? Of course. Was it the right thing to do? Maybe. Jor-El seemed to have noble motives, but there was always a chance that he had something he was hiding. Nonetheless, despite his previous experience, Abiin Sur likes to believe the best in people. "A noble cause indeed. Though the journey is long and perilous. While we remain in Krypton, we should be relatively safe, but what if we come across the Legion of Doom while we cross the Red Desert? Would it not be wise to have a larger group? Or is stealth more important?"

[josienoms]

Jor-El puts his hand on Kon-El's shoulder, squeezing it for a brief moment before letting his hand fall back to his side.

"Consider it done."

At Rakta's question, Jor-El sighs.

"I would have liked to believe that the Clerics of Kal-El would be interested in the Fortress, but they all seem to think it's too dangerous to reclaim. Which brings me to your Question, Abiin. I cannot know for certain what dangers you will face, but there is someone who can. I would advise you to seek out the Oracle. She dwells in a shrine near the border with Gotham, on the western side of the Arkham Hills. Her advice could prove crucial to your quest."

[Kell_tamer]

Barda gives a smile to her friend. Small even for one of her kind, she carries herself with power.

"Likewise" she mouths back.

Her attention returns to their host.

[JonRG]

Tim breathes a sigh of relief. Goody. So they were just going near the border of his fascist homeland.

[josienoms]

Jor-El nods towards Tana, who brings over a map.

"The Oracle's shrine is about a hundred miles north of here. It could take you several days to arrive. From there, she can hopefully give you guidance on how to best proceed. The route follows the road, so you should be safe. You may encounter a Raven Clan camp a few dozen miles outside of Argos, though given present company, you ought to be able to pass."

With that, he rolls up the map and hands it to Kon-El.

"I wish you luck. Tana can escort you to the edge of the city, should you desire her to. She can go no further, I'm afraid. I must also ask that you keep the nature of your quest secret. Many would try to dissuade you, in the lands you're about to cross. Farewell."

He bows his head and allows you all to leave. Tana leads you back out of the manor and to the gates.

"Do you all have the supplies you need? We can stop in the city to replenish your stores, my Lord has given me a small stipend with which to purchase goods for your journey."

[horus42]

"We'll need to pick up the necessities, like food and water. Otherwise, I'm content with the gear that I have." He looks to the others, adjusting the strap on his pack. "Though I would be more than happy to acquire more. I would rather have more than we need than not have enough."

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta nods his head,"Food and water will be all I require as well, anything else I have in my handy dandy backpack."

[Obscurejones]

As he steps away from Jor-El's side, Kon-El pauses. Though words would do a poor job conveying his thoughts he takes a moment to get a good look at his adopted father. His eyes convey thanks and love enough. He is somber as he exits the chamber.

His dark mood though evaporates as he remembers his new company. Darting forward he pulls Barda up into his arms and spins her around in a hug, his laughter echoing off the walls.
"It does my heart well to see you, Friend! Am I mistaken or have you put on yet more muscle? Perhaps it's merely bulkier armor. We will have to see on the road. Do you still find time to cook?"
Dropping his friend somewhat carelessly Kon's bright eyes dart between the rest of the party. There is a moments pause as he taps into his magic, a brief and nearly imperceptible flare of laight from the symbol of Kal-El that rests beneath his jacket upon his breast. Making swift use of a fox like cunning he puts name and titles to faces.
"Abin Sur! I am honored to be in your presence, good sir. I have heard great things of your gifts. To uncover such treachery so soon into your training and still have the strength of character to bring it into the light. I know that with your help our venture cannot help but meet with success."
He stops short as the trappings of Rakta's office meet his eyes, but his smile does not falter, nor does his good cheer.
"And you sir, of the Raven Clan I take it? There magics are nearly without parallel. Now I know we have no fear of those that walk beyond death. Though you may not follow the same god as I we both serve the light. I know my father trusts you in this. And as such, we are nearly brothers of a sort. It is good to meet you. I'm sure we'll have much to talk about and debate in good faith."
Tim... Makes him stop completely. Barda may recognize a slightly quirk that reaches Kon's smile as he looks over Tim, lingering on the actor's body.
"Now you, sir, I know not what to make of. I would have thought my father sent me along to function as the face of our endeavor, but your looks are far too fine to go to waste. You are I hope in some way withing the public eye? T'would be a shame to waste your blessings."

[Kell_tamer]

Barda smiles. It was very good to see her friend again. It was always nice to see his genuinely charming spirits and personality. "It is good to see you again as well Kon, and I have still been working out. The side effect is a hearty appetite. So yes I do keep up with my cooking." When she gets set back down she adjusts her armor back. This trip wasn't going to be bad.

[JonRG]

Tim smiles warmly, though he manages to be a bit more subtle with his gaze. "I'm glad you think so. Tim Drake. Part-time actor and full-time revolutionary. While I'm sure your father has all faith in your people skills, I bring certain other talents to the group." He twiddles a lockpick between long fingers, until it vanishes seemingly into thin air.

[Obscurejones]

Kon was never much one for subtlety.
"Ah. A pretty face and wonderfully talented hands. Everything anyone could ask for, then."

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta grins,"I look forward to those chats my Kryptonian friend. As for our nimble fingered friend, it's nice to see another member of the trade among our crew. Help keep the honest folk at least a little less honest when need be."

[JonRG]

Tim struggles to keep a blush from his cheeks. "I could certainly teach you a thing or two, if you would like." Subtlety tends to go out the window when cute boys are involved.

[Obscurejones]

"In that case..."
Kon turns to the steward with a mischievous grin.
"If available I'll take a set of lockpicks with which to learn, a text on the religious teachings of the Raven clan, and..."
He glances over at Tim.
"Perhaps a larger bedroll."

[JonRG]

"I hope that I'll be an adequate teacher. Maybe I should pick up some more supplies. Locks, chains, ropes. Usual escape artist fare. Of course." Tim nods sagely, but he can't keep the wicked grin from his face.

[horus42]

Before the flirting begins, Abiin Sur smiles and thanks Kon-El kindly. "I only did what was right. I only wish I had acted sooner. But I am confident that we can do great things together, all of us."

He walks mostly in silence while Kon-El and Tim are talking, and decides to engage Rakta in conversation. "I'll admit, I'm not terribly familiar with the worship of Trigon. In Korguar, we mostly revere Rao and Hera. What, besides him being the patron of your race, draws you to him?"

[ChaosArchon]

Upon Abiin's questioning, Rakta thinks for a moment,"He saved my life, or at least marked me as one of his heralds which stopped some of his priests from killing me. So despite all he might stand for, I do owe him at least my life. To be honest before then I hadn't given his teachings much heed, just another aspect of my people which had only brought me more heartbreak than joy. I still don't know why he interceded on my behalf, perhaps I have some larger role yet but I know not."

[horus42]

"Ah, I see. Gratitude can be a large factor when it comes to choosing a god to worship. I, for one, am glad that he spared you. Perhaps this quest is part of your greater destiny. It would be an honor to have you with us, Cleric of the Light." He pauses, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "But do take care. I may be open when it comes to the identity of your god, but I do know what Trigon is capable of, and the depths to which he and his followers will sink. Harm an innocent, and I will end you. I have a duty that takes precedent over Jor-El's errand."

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta grins and continues the facade of having a civil conversation with the Green Lantern,"Oh this trip is going to be absolutely divine." The tiefling too then lowers voice and any trace of a smile vanishes,"While my god might be the very prosopopoeia of evil, I am not. But I will tell you something I've found in my life, it is that those who claim to do good and fight in the name of all that is sunshine and rainbows; they often leave quite the trail of bodies behind their glorious marches. So I know to what depths the followers of "good" can sink to, and what they can become, such as your master." and smiles for a moment and then continues,"and if I'm harming someone, you can be assured they are not innocent in the slightest. The Lord of Light sees all, and he knows their sins."

[horus42]

"Sinestro is not my master. He hasn't been for a long time. At any rate," He pauses, clearing his throat. "I believe you. So long as you keep true to your word, we'll have no problems." He smiles again, then moves on.

Once they get to the shop, he picks out some familiar foods, and finds some skins for water. He keeps an eye out for any useful items that might stick out.

[josienoms]

The shopkeeper sets you all up with supplies, then sends you on your way.

For now, we'll just assume that if it's reasonable and nonmagical, you have it. If there's anything specific you want to mention, post it in the OOC thread!

As Tana leads you all towards the northern border of the city, the group comes across what may be its first chance to prove itself. A group of young men have cornered a young woman in an alley. She's slender and vulnerable looking, a beautiful slip of a girl with short red hair and brilliant green eyes. Her attackers are tall and muscular, athletic looking and strong. Each of them shouts something along the lines of:

"Get out of here, freak!"

[Kell_tamer]

Barda tilts her head before making her way over to the commotion. "HEY! LEAVE HER ALONE!" Her hand reached for the hammer upon her hip.

[JonRG]

Tim has a sly smile on his face. That poor shopkeeper. But he was going to have a fun night, and he didn't much care who knew it. His expression darkens at the shouts. Tim slides his right hand down to the hilt of his rapier while his left palms a dagger.

[ChaosArchon]

At the sight of seeing someone bullied, Rakta's blood boils as he pulls out a long obsidian sickle and points it at the thugs, his voice booming,"Either leave the girl alone or die!"

casting Thaumaturgy to make my voice very loud

[Obscurejones]

Kon takes a step forward to speak, but is careful to remain out of the path of the more martial of their number.
"My friends, I am sure this must be a misunderstanding of some sort. I know the men of this city to be of good character and slow to anger. Certainly not given to this sort of wrathful mob. Leave the girl be and let me be glad in the wisdom and good nature of our citizens."

[josienoms]

At the sight of Barda, Tim, and Rakta going for their weapons, the youths give pause. However, they seem to find Rakta's proclamation more comical and melodramatic than intended. The man standing in front, who seems to be their leader, sneers and turns back to the woman.

The others fall into hushed whispers as Kon-El speaks.

"That's Jor-El's son."

"We might be in trouble."

"Oh balls."

Their leader stops in his tracks, and turns back to look at you all.

"Kon-El, you don't know what this unholy creature really is. She's a shapeshifter. A demon."

The fire and bloodlust seems to have gone out in his eyes, however.

[Obscurejones]

As the potential for destruction abates Kon takes another step, placing himself between the men and the girl.
"And I am a sorcerer. And my friend here is a member of the order. There is no need to think her powers a sign of wickedness. The girl's gifts not withstanding there is no need for violence. If you fear her so, then I will volunteer to taker her into our custody and deliver her from our city in peace."

[josienoms]

The young man sighs.

"Perhaps you're right. Take her, then."

With a jerk of his head, the group disperses, leaving the redhead all alone.

"W-wow. Thank you."

Her smile is stunning.

[Obscurejones]

Kon replies with a stunning smile of his own.
"It was no trouble at all miss. Is there a particular place to which we can deliver you in peace?"

[josienoms]

"Sadly, I've come a long way out of my way to wind up here. But maybe... My uncle in Kandor should be able to keep me safe."

She frowns and looks down at her feet, one hand brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

"But that's so far. I wouldn't want to trouble you, Kon-El. I can make my own way back there."

[Obscurejones]

Kon frowns slightly and double checks his map quickly.
"If you would prefer an escort we could deliver you after a brief errand. Relatively brief, that is. It may take several weeks to deliver you to Kandor. But if I may say so, I would feel myself remiss if such a lovely young lady were to travel without a chaperone."

[josienoms]

"How could I refuse an offer like that?"

She smiles again, and offers her hand.

"I'm M'gann."

Anybody who wants to can make a History check on the significance of the name. Kon-El has Advantage for being Kryptonian, and Abiin Sur also has Advantage for being an academic who focuses on history.

[JonRG]

Tim frowns slightly at the conversation unfolding before him. Either Kon was a very chivalrous sort, or that lubricant he bought would have to wait for another day. His expression flips to a grin when the name pulls at his brain just so. Funny thing about being an actor. You pick up a lot of loose knowledge along the way. Tim claps his hands together and, with a bow, says, "Bin mog g'thazag cha, M'gann..." He looks for all the world like the cat who caught the canary.

It's Orcish. :smallamused:

[josienoms]

M'gann's eyes widen in surprise, just long enough for Tim to know she understood him, despite her pretending not to.

"I-I'm sorry? I don't speak Orcish."

She bites her lip and looks at her feet again.

[JonRG]

Tim's grin widens, quite a feat for the half-elf. "Don't you? Shame. So few do. I figure, given your name... But I seem to have been mistaken. My apologies." He bows deeply, winking slyly as he does so.

[Obscurejones]

Kon seems confused at first but a degree of realization dawns on his face as the back and forth goes on. He may not be the greatest linguist, but he knows people reasonably well. He watches Tim carefully for a moment and when he speaks it is with a thoughtful tone.
"A martian name would of course not be so out of place Tim. I don't know if it is as prevalent in your home nation but Krypton accepted numerous refugees from the Red Desert when Darksied attacked. As I understand it not all were so willing to help the dispossessed. Prejudices abound, I suppose."
He turns to M'Gann with a look of bright curiousity.
"A beautiful name, if I may say so. Does it have a meaning? I must confess I do not speak Orc."

[josienoms]

M'gann smiles softly.

"It means little pearl. Thank you again for not turning me away. My people are still second class citizens in Krypton, which sadly makes the disguise necessary. Even with my uncle J'onn on the Council, there are a lot of humans who still don't accept us."

[JonRG]

Tim frowns again. He knew the freaking language forwards and back, but he was the bad guy here? "Oh yes, clearly we're all xenophobic. Certainly has nothing to do with our fascist vampire overlord and his boot on our necks."

[Obscurejones]

"Ah, you're J'onn's neice? A delightful man, good friend of my father's. And my apologies Tim. My point was only that M'Gann's name was no cause for suspicion."

[horus42]

"A pleasure to meet you, miss." Abiin Sur bows his head deeply. "I'm glad that Kon-El was able to defuse the situation. I'll gladly help you return to your uncle, and I'm sure the others agree that your safety is all the reward we need." When he lifts his head again, she smiles.

[JonRG]

Tim smiles softly. "Can't stay mad at that face, now can I? Sorry about putting you on the spot, M'gann. Just can't resist a good dramatic reveal. Not to mention you're the first person I've met since I learned that actually speaks Orcish."

[josienoms]

"Oh, it's alright. I'm just glad that you're all willing to help me. It's been a long road, and I know it'll be longer. But having companionship can make the time seem to fly by."

She winks at Kon-El.

"I'm sure Uncle J'onn will be happy to see you again!"

[Obscurejones]

"Well I hope I can deliver his niece to him in good time and good spirits."
Kon pauses as several thoughts occur to him at once. He manages to stifle the resulting groan as he realizes M'Gann is off limits due to her political status. He turns to Tim and smiles warmly.
"Well, the sooner we travel the sooner we arrive. To the Oracle?"

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta breathes a sigh of relief when the bullies leave and stows his sickle away once more. Content that the woman would be safe, he watches the group while the others speak with M'gann in order to make sure they would not harass someone else.

At Kon-el's word, Rakta nods,"It would make sense to meet with this oracle as soon as possible; the more we know about our journey , the better prepared we can be."

[JonRG]

Tim returns the smile and walks directly next to Kon. He did know a thing or two about politics. How dire a situation could develop if two nobles slept together, especially if their guardians took offense. Looks like their rivalry for Kon's heart was over before it even started. Shame. "It would be nice to speak with one of my own countrymen again."

[josienoms]

Tana seems to agree.

"Indeed. Let's get going."

The rest of the journey through the city passes pretty uneventfully. For the most part, Argos is a very civil and friendly place, M'gann's experiences notwithstanding. As you get to the borders of the city, Tana takes her leave, wishing you all good luck.

The road leading out of the city is level and paved, leading off into a group of rolling hills to the north. There are a group of tents and carts set up a few miles down the road, with a bunch of Tieflings milling about. Some whisper and stare as you start to draw nearer.

Everybody make a perception check!

[Kell_tamer]

Barda watches the scene unfold. Far as she was concerned the woman was no longer in danger. For now though she nods at her friend. She preferred not to speak much but Kon knows she's just not good with words.

[josienoms]

Abiin Sur notices a cluster of Teiflings discussing how best to try to rob you.

[horus42]

"Be on guard, my friends. These people mean to rob us. Or at least to attempt so."

[Obscurejones]

"...I can see a smattering of possible responses laid out before us, Abin. I must admit that while simple violence or having Tim abscond with the thieves' purses in turn both hold a certain delightful karmic feel, I would prefer that we approach them in peace. It did serve the turn once already today."

[horus42]

"I concur. I would rather dissuade people from evil than allow them to fall into darkness and be forced to do them harm."

[ChaosArchon]

When Abiin mentions the tieflings, Rakta smiles and thinks back to when his life was in a similar state. Determined to make sure his new allies didn't hurt them, Rakta walks up to the group, his four eyes watching them for any signs of violence.

He whispers to the tieflings,"Listen, people, it's obvious you want to try to mug the group I'm accompanying, and honestly I don't blame you for thinking that. I remember when I stood exactly in the position you lot are in. I have alot of respect for enterprising brothers and sisters like yourselves. But, the guys I'm with? They don't get that, and among their number is a Green Lantern and Kon-el the boy wonder himself." He grins and "accidentally" flashes his holy symbol,"But you all seem like smart people, join us and there's gold in it for you. I can promise I'll find you marks far less likely to result in your imprisonment or death."

[josienoms]

One of the Teiflings looks up, seemingly utterly bewildered.

"It's obvious we want to what? Mug you?"

He frowns, his brow creased.

"You take us for thieves? How DARE you imply such a thing!"

Abiin Sur didn't specify which group was talking about robbing you. :smalltongue:

[JonRG]

Tim grins. He was from Gotham City. This wouldn't be the first time he'd stolen from aspiring thieves, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Bah. Kon. Sweet, sexy Kon. Didn't understand the pleasure he derived from his work. But before the others can act, Rakta heads towards their quarry without a word. Odd fellow. Bit of a temper. This could get ugly. Tim idly sweeps off his coat and vest. Though they looked stunning on him, scarlet and stealth made poor bedfellows. Fortunately, the robbers were focused on the interloper in their midst, which made his job a fair bit easier. He winds his way around the encampment, seeking shelter from prying eyes wherever it can be found. Tim bounces from cart to tent and back again. Only move when people were preoccupied. Always on their periphery. Eventually, Tim finds a hiding spot close to the discreet conversation and ***** an ear...

Yet he doesn't need to. One of the thieflings (heh) is practically shouting. Either their leader was an extremely good actor or, more likely, Rakta had accused the wrong man.

[horus42]

"Rakta, wait!" The Elf tried to call to his companion, but it seems as though he was too late. Abiin sighs, hanging his head and covering his face with one hand. If only the fool had waited for him to mention which group it was who had intended to rob them, rather than simply going to the nearest group. Surely the actual thieves would escape while the Cleric made a scene, but Abiin knew that placating the offended party was now more important. Otherwise, it could escalate into violence.

He walks over to the group and starts to pull Rakta aside, frowning heavily and looking to the Tiefling who spoke. "Please sir, pardon his foolishness. There has simply been a misunderstanding. We'll be on our way, and won't bother you again."

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta sighs, things were just not going his way today but when were they ever.

[josienoms]

The Tiefling looks from Abiin, to Rakta, and back again.

"I see. Well then."

He stands up and looks Rakta square in the face.

"I'm going to assume this was a case of mistaken identity. No hard feelings?"

He smiles and offers his hand.

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta nods and smiles, taking the man's hand,"Yes my mistake entirely, I meant no offense by it. I just wanted to prevent a hazardous situation from occurring."

[horus42]

"See? No harm done. What's your name, friend?" Abiin smiles warmly and offers his hand next.

[josienoms]

"I'm Azarath, and these are my brothers, Metrion and Zinthos."

The other two Tieflings give brief waves.

"What brings you folks through our camp?"

[JonRG]

Tim casually flips his jacket back on and slips back into the group. "Just passing through. Gonna see if we can make a fortune when we find the Lazarus Pits." They were some mythic place he'd read about once, and it made for as good a lie as any.

C'moooooooooon dice roll.

[roll0]

[josienoms]

Azarath's jaw drops.

"The Lazarus Pits? I wish you luck then. No one who ventures for the Lazarus Pits ever returns."

[Obscurejones]

"Well to be fair that's hardly the myth. Rather, anyone who enters the pits returns. That's rather the point of them."
Kon nods earnestly, doing his best to play the oblivious noble.

[josienoms]

"That's not what I meant. Anyone who goes looking for them is never heard from again. I don't know how the legend got started, but I would guess that's all it is. A legend."

[horus42]

Abiin goes along with Tim's story, remembering Jor-El's request for discretion.

"The legend had to come from somewhere. I find that a lot of legends have at least a grain of truth. The Pits must exist."

[josienoms]

"If you want to die, we won't stop you. I hope you find fortune in your travels."

Azarath goes back to his card game with his brothers, leaving you alone to further explore the camp, or press on.

[JonRG]

Tim inclines his head politely. "Don't worry. We will." He gestures to the others and walks onward.

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta bows slightly and smiles,"I wish you fortune as well in whatever your goals in life are. May the Light watch over you."

[Obscurejones]

"Shall we be on our way then? Cultural misunderstandings well and truly sorted?"

[josienoms]

The Tiefling camp fades into the distance as you keep walking. Hours go by without incident, though night starts falling soon. The sun fades into the plains to the west, the red disk sinking out of sight as the stars come out. The first day of the journey comes to an end. It might be prudent to make camp, though it's not impossible to keep going a while longer.

[Obscurejones]

Laying out his own bedroll quickly Kon begins gathering stray bits of wood for the fire. He makes no distinction between wet or dry wood, seemingly grabbing anything vaguely wood like.
"I'm afraid we may be a bedroll short M'gann. If you'd like to use mine I've no objection to sleeping on the ground. A nice change of pace from a feather bed, I'd imagine."

[JonRG]

Tim breezes into the woods after Kon. He speaks once they're well and truly alone. "Very noble of you to offer the girl somewhere to sleep, but it won't do for you to be sore with such an epic quest before us." Tim takes one of Kon's hands in his. "So what's say you and I share?" He smiles softly, cheeks slightly flushed.

[Obscurejones]

Kon quirks an eyebrow just slightly and reaches past Tim for another clump of foliage.
"I can cast with a sore back. Can you fight if my sharing your bed leaves you sore?"

[JonRG]

"Oh, and just how sore am I going to be tomorrow?" Tim purrs, rolling his neck. "You shouldn't worry about me though. I'm tough."

[Obscurejones]

Kon laughs and starts back towards the camp.
"Tough, magical hands, lithe. Is there a trait our daring actor thief won't claim?"

[JonRG]

Tim laughs and follows. "Well, I can't reveal everything right away. Spoils the fun. You'll just have to wait and find out."

[Obscurejones]

Nodding, the sorcerer roughly piles the leaves, green branches, and general debris in the center of the camp. Lifts a hand to gesture Tim back. Without any warning dual beams of dark red zip from his eyes, dashing back and forth between colliding with the tinder and erupting into flame. He turns to the thief with the light still fading from his gaze.
"And you're sure you can handle me?"

[JonRG]

Tim's breath catches in his throat, then he swallows and nods a bit. "If you'll let me."

[Obscurejones]

As the glow fades the pleasant warmth of the fire fills the scene.
"Well alright then. After you, master thief."

[JonRG]

Tim closes his eyes with a small smile as he lays out his bedroll close to the fire. Stripping off his coat, vest, and shirt, Tim slides under the blanket. Looks up seductively at Kon while patting the space next to him.

They played gin rummy all night long.

[josienoms]

M'gann looks like she's about to say something, but is quickly cast to the wayside. She takes the spare bedroll and goes to the end of the camp farthest from Kon-El and Tim. She sits down, crossing her arms and looking sullen, with her back to the rest of the camp.

[Obscurejones]

At a point between games of Gin Rummy Kon travels to check on their guest.
"Have we your good nature offended in some way?"

[josienoms]

She seems taken aback at being approached.

"I, no. I mean. It's nothing."

She frowns and looks at the ground.

"I shouldn't have expected anything. You haven't even seen what I really look like yet."

[Obscurejones]

"Ah. And here I was worried it was some defect in the roll I'd offered you."
Kon thinks for a moment as he brushes his hair back out of his eyes.
"You are aware I think of the fact that relations between nobility are generally... More complex. I won't insult you by going into details you would plainly know."
He laughs softly and shakes his head, gently tousling his own curly hair back down.
"I will say that I have little care for your appearance M'gann. You seem like a pleasant girl. I'm certain that holds true regardless of the face you wear."

[josienoms]

She laughs softly, hugging her knees to her chest.

"So you're saying I'd still be beautiful, even with green skin and tusks?"

Her smile fades.

"I find that hard to believe."

[Obscurejones]

"Well I will admit to having no way to check without either a painted mirror or your own cooperation, but I suspect you would shine regardless of your orthodontics and the sheen of your skin."
He glances back at his own bedroll, curious if Tim's started stirring again.

[josienoms]

"That's very kind of you to say. Thank you."

Her small smile returns.

"There aren't many people like you, Kon."

[Obscurejones]

He chuckles and leans in conspiratorially.
"I'll let you in on a secret."
He pulls a little of his tunic aside revealing a gleaming silver symbol etched into the skin of his chest.
"As far as I know there aren't any. Uniquely myself. For now at least."

[JonRG]

Tim watches the conversation unfold from across the way, a slight scowl marring his features.

[josienoms]

M'gann reaches over, tentatively tracing her fingers over the mark.

"I recognize it. The symbol of Kal-El. Is it a tattoo?"

[Obscurejones]

"From what my father's physician's can tell I was born with it. It moves from time to time. One of the reasons, I suspect, that I was adopted. My father always insisted it was a sign of good omen. Explained my peculiar luck."
He flashes a sideways smile.
"Always had a talent for getting lucky."

[josienoms]

"Oh, I don't doubt it."

She looks up and meets his eyes, catching them for a brief moment before she blushes, and looks down again.

[Obscurejones]

He laughs softly again and draws his tunic tight again.
"As I said before. Annoyingly complicated. But not impossible. Now if you'll excuse me I'd best get back. I suspect our thief is the jealous type."

[josienoms]

She nods, letting him go, and going back to being sullen and grumpy.

[Obscurejones]

Kon laughs and gently tousles her hair before approaching tim first with a light jog and then a flying tackle.
"Glomp."

[JonRG]

"Hey you." Tim nestles into Kon's chest a bit, though something's still eating at him. "So... is she okay?" He can't keep all the venom out of his voice.

[Obscurejones]

"Now, though you're very handsome Tim I have to say jealousy looks particularly ugly on you."
Kon traces a hand down Tim's chest and whispers softly to him.
"If you can't play nice I won't either."

[JonRG]

Tim refuses to meet Kon's eyes. "It's just..." He clings a little tighter. "The last time someone had to choose between me and a girl, he chose the girl."

[Obscurejones]

"You're sweet, Tim but you're making a somewhat foolish mistake."
Kon laughs and gives Tim a little kiss.

[JonRG]

Tim returns it with a small smile. "And what would that be?"

[Obscurejones]

Kon smiles brightly and his tone shows that he's completely sincere in what he says.
"I have no intention of choosing."

[JonRG]

"... Oh." Tim looks into Kon's eyes. Definitely serious. The idea made him uncomfortable on several levels, but a forced decision would likely not go in his favor. "I... suppose that's one way to handle it."

[Obscurejones]

Kon pulls back just a little, trying to gauge Tim's reaction.
"You object?"

[JonRG]

"No! ... Maybe... It's not something that- Gotham isn't real big on free love." Tim casts a sidelong look at the ground. "Also, m'a thief. We're not big sharers." He smiles slightly.

[Obscurejones]

"Well it's a virtue. And one somewhat important given... I'm not going to choose who I end up with. Realistically. I'm a noble, for better or worse. So there will be those I chose and those who are chosen for me. You're on the former list. But you won't be alone on it."

[JonRG]

"Oh. That makes sense. I've never done this before," Tim kisses Kon softly, "but I'm willing to give it a shot. Are you comin' back to bed? It gets cold without you." He runs a hand down Kon's chest, fingers tracing over his curious birthmark.

[Obscurejones]

And then they played some more Gin Rummy.

[ChaosArchon]

While all this occurs, Rakta slumbers in his bedroll while his head is covered by a pillow to block out the grunts and sighs of the the two men mating. Maybe tomorrow he would see about starting a nice cult to keep him warm if he felt the urge.

[horus42]

Abiin helps to set up camp, and offers to take the first watch. "I don't sleep, I'll be fine."

When things start to become uncomfortable between Tim, Kon, and M'gann, he goes over to Rakta before the Tiefling falls asleep. "I wanted to apologize, I made you look like a fool today. I should have been more specific, and directed you towards the correct group." He frowns thoughtfully. "Though I have little doubt that the thieves will attempt to find us in the night. You can avenge your honor then, eh?" The frown softens into a small smirk.

[ChaosArchon]

Before falling into his slumber, Rakta listens to Abiin and nods,"Yes perhaps tomorrow will prove to be a better day."

[josienoms]

As you all "sleep", the sound of footsteps approach. Voices whisper in the night.

"They went this way."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Now shut up, before they hear us."

"Right," says a third voice. "Don't want to wake them up before we can kill them."

Whoever these assassins are... they are not subtle.

[Kell_tamer]

Barda sits up bleary eyed and grumpy. Her hand reaches for her axe which she grabs and throws at the offending sounds. Backwards of course. Her friends were making it dreadfully hard to sleep. "QUIET! SOME OF US ACTUALLY TRY TO SLEEP YOU KNOW!?"

[JonRG]

Thankfully, Tim was between games of gin rummy when the bumbling assassins made their appearance. While the three bicker, he slides back into his pants and underwear, then rolls out from beneath the cover. He kips to feet and draws the rapier sheathed next to his bed in one smooth motion. "Evening, gents. You look lost."

[josienoms]

Behind the bushes, doing a poor job of sneaking and having just been discovered by Tim, are the three tiefling brothers who took offense at being called thieves. Azarath, Metrion, and Zinthos.

Azarath sighs heavily as they're discovered.

"I told you two to shut up..."

[Kell_tamer]

From her napsack Barda grumbles further at the disturbances. "ALL OF YOU SHUT UP OR I BRING OUT THE HAMMER!" It was probably best not to disturb the angry sleepy dwarf.

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta slowly rises from his bedroll and as he hears the whispers sighs,"So much about conforming to racial stereotypes you three, have you no shame," says the priest of Trigon.

[josienoms]

"You lot were the score of a lifetime. That Kryptionian bitch gave us heaps of gold to take you out. How could we pass that up?"

[JonRG]

"I don't know if I'd refer to someone who paid me so well as a "bitch," but to each their own." Tim shrugs.

[josienoms]

"Well, when your options are "Take the money or get a knife in your throat", you don't turn down the money. And I'd say that qualifies one as a bitch."

"But this way... she can think we're dead. So we're free!"

"Looks like we might be the first people to escape the wrath of Mersi Gra-Ves, huh?"

The name rings a bell. She works for Luth-Or, one of his many thugs.

[Obscurejones]

Kon rolls out of bed, not bothering to grab his tunic. Yawns before raising a hand and interjecting into the Tieflings' discussions.
"If I may chime in gentlemen? It would perhaps be in your pest interests to travel with us a while longer. To be blunt, if indeed Mers Yg-Raevs hired you, you will be dead if not in the company of sterner folk. She is not the sort to tolerate failure. And this constitutes a mighty failure. Perhaps Rukta here may find some better employment for you that would not necessitate your wandering off into your doom."

[josienoms]

"I knew it wouldn't be that easy."

Azarath sighs.

"She's cunning. Ruthless. Intelligent. She won't fall for this, and we're dead anyway."

He looks up at Kon's nude form.

"What other choice do we have?"

Metrion coughs.

"Well, it could've worked if those bastards in the camp hadn't tipped them off. In a roundabout way, that is. Putting you on your guard so you'd know something was wrong."

"Please, brother. Just shut up. We accept your offer."

[JonRG]

Tim sheathes the rapier with a smile. "Well then. Glad to have you fellas aboard. We're out of bedrolls, but at least you're not dead, eh?"

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta grins,"Glad you three have seen the error of your ways, don't worry, I will protect you from this Krypton. It's my duty to prevent anyone from ever harming one of His people." Unless you betray me and then I'll cook you six ways to Starday.

[horus42]

"Well," says Abiin, "That was thoroughly unpleasant. Now we have another lunatic to watch out for, though I hardly find it surprising that Luth-Or would try to stop us. He'll do anything he can to sabotage a triumph of House El."

[josienoms]

"Right. Not dead. For now."

The other two brothers edge closer to Rakta, seemingly nervous. Azarath grumbles and lies on the ground, trying to get some sleep. When it eludes him, he sighs heavily.

"So. Where are we really going?"

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta smiles warmly,"Don't worry my brothers, Trigon teaches us that it is about the journey and not the destination. I promise we'll ensure you all will be safe, and if at any time you want to leave us I will personally take care of any lodging expenses for you three until we leave wherever you three wish to stay."

[JonRG]

Tim, meanwhile, wants to see where M'gann got to. She's staring into the fire while blushing a deep crimson. He sits down next to her with a smile. "Enjoying the view, are we? I don't blame you." It's obvious he's not talking about the fire.

[josienoms]

"I'm only asking because if we're actually looking for the Lazarus Pits, I'll take my chances with Mersi Gra-Ves. I was hoping that you were lying when you said that was what you were after."

M'gann is also blushing, though more of a pink than Tim's crimson.

"N-no! I mean. Yes. But... I'm sorry. You're a lucky man."

[JonRG]

"Yeah, but you'll get your chance. Don't worry."

[josienoms]

She arches an eyebrow.

"What makes you say that?"

[JonRG]

"You haven't noticed? Kon likes you rather a lot, but he practically worships his old man. Not gonna do anything without permission. It could take time." Tim nods. "So aside from our mutual admiration of the Boy Wonder, how are you liking the trip so far?"

[josienoms]

"Oh!"

Her blush turns deeper.

"That makes sense. It's not that he, I mean to say... Oh my gods."

She starts to laugh.

"Seems pretty obvious now."

[JonRG]

Tim laughs along. Genius, she was not. "Ha... So I've been curious how you do your disguise. Magic, makeup, or a mix of the two?"

[josienoms]

"It's magic. A simple Disguise Self spell."

Tim! Make an insight check. And or an Arcana check.

[JonRG]

"I'm familiar with it. Directors with access prefer it to constantly fixing elaborate makeup between scenes. Funny thing is..." Tim stares intently at her. "It always had to be redone at intermission, and we've been traveling together for some time now. I'd have noticed you casting a spell, so I assume that's not all there is to it."

[josienoms]

"There's a bit more. I'm not ready to say yet."

She frowns and looks at her feet, seemingly mentally berating herself.

Tim suddenly gets a bit of access to those thoughts.

I can tell you, if you promise to keep it secret.

M'ganns voice speaks inside his head.

[JonRG]

Tim nods. "You can trust me. I know what it's like... to have to hide what you are."

[josienoms]

She continues to speak telepathically.

It's not a spell. It's an Invocation. I'm a Warlock.

She's obviously uncomfortable with this level of trust, but if it could build up a camaraderie, it would be worth it.

[JonRG]

Tim closes his eyes and nods. "I see. Thank you for telling me. I'd let you in on my secret in turn, but it's not really much of a secret anymore." He stares at Kon. "Krypton is far more tolerant in that regard."

[josienoms]

"I've heard rumors of what goes on in Gotham... It's horrible."

She shudders in terror.

"But there are good people there too. People like you."

A small smile crosses her lips, an attempt to bury the hatchet, for the moment.

[JonRG]

Out of the blue, Tim wraps his arms around M'gann. "You are adorable. No wonder Kon likes you." He lets her go after a few moments. "Sorry. Couldn't resist. But yeah. Gotham has a lot of good people. They're just worn out and afraid... I want to go back, someday. Do what I can to help. It's not much, but it's a start."

[josienoms]

M'gann seems surprised by the hug, but she returns it nonetheless.

"Well, after all this is over, there might be something I could do to help. Maybe convince my uncle J'onn to send some troops. Imagine the look on Lord Wayne's face when an army of Orcs shows up at his doorstep."

She smirks playfully.

[JonRG]

Tim laughs. "We'll see. I'd definitely like to meet your uncle though." He glances across the fire. "I should make sure they're doing all right and that the tieflings aren't up to no good." Any of the tieflings. Tim smiles. "Nice to chat with you. We'll talk again, I'm sure." With that, he skulks towards Kon before gaining speed and tackling him from behind.

"Glomp."

[Obscurejones]

"I feel... Glomped."
Kon laughs and tries to roll around to face Tim.
"Making friends?"

[JonRG]

Tim nods. "I like her. She's nice." He pecks Kon on the lips.

[Obscurejones]

Kon does his best to look earnest and sincere as he playfully needles his lover.
"Glad to hear it. I've always wanted a cordial harem. Did you decide on a group uniform? Maybe something tasteful and topless?"

[JonRG]

Tim smirks. "Tasteful, no. Topless, definitely."

[Obscurejones]

"This is also acceptable."

[JonRG]

"Ha." Tim nibbles on Kon's ear and takes the opportunity to mutter, "Are all the tieflings being good?"

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta smiles,"We're not headed to the Pits, not intentionally anyway. We're looking for an ancient fortress for Jor-El and have been offered a tidy fortune to find it. I would be more than willing to share my share of the reward with you three."

[JonRG]

Tim watches Rakta intently, his face a neutral mask. Yeah. They had a problem.

[josienoms]

"Oh. So I'm probably still going to die."

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta looks into their eyes,"No, you are sons of Trigon. I will let nothing kill you. I promise, follow me and you all will have rich, fulfilling lives ahead of you. But again, if you wish to leave, I am more than willing to pay to set you three up in an inn in whatever town you wish."

[Obscurejones]

Kon pauses in his affections towards Tim as words catch his ears. In a moment he goes still and cold. Carefully disengaging he smiles grimly.
"Will you excuse me for a moment? It seems I need to educate a member of our expedition."
Kon takes his time, dressing carefully and crisply. He adjusts his tunic until it falls as perfectly as it did the day they left. He makes sure his signet ring is in place, the sign of house El clear and stark. And walks over to Rakta.
"A moment of your time, Rakta?"

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta nods and walks away from his fledgling flock,"Yes Kon? Is it my turn to flirt with you now?"

[JonRG]

Tim lets out a low whistle. This could get interesting, that was for sure. He watches intently from afar, sharpening a dagger to busy his hands.

[Obscurejones]

"Amusing. Rakta... I want you to understand that I do sympathize. I imagine it is difficult to belong to a people as... Scattered, as the Raven clan. Any opportunity to draw your people close, to unite, must seem a god send, regardless of the god you feel favors you."
He pauses for a moment trying to decide how best to make his point.
"But I do not trust our new acquaintances. And would venture it that Jor-El, who funds our expedition, and put it together would not as well. So to be blunt, watch your tongue more carefully. Other members of our venture have taken a care to guard our goal. You state it plainly to men who not twenty minutes hence planned to slit our throats in order to stop us on house Or's behalf."

[ChaosArchon]

"And now they are aligned with me, they've abandoned their original goal and returning to Or without completing it spells certain doom for them. They know we have them outnumbered and certainly will now keep at least one person on guard should they feel that it would be easier for them to kill us in our sleep." His voice drops to a whispers,"So they have to either throw their lot in with us, or otherwise fear attack for the rest of their lives. Surely it makes more sense to seek protection with five other fighters than just themselves."

[Obscurejones]

"My objection is not to their journeying with us. Or aiding us in our endeavor. It is to your loose words. Your lack of discretion."

[ChaosArchon]

"I said what I said because they are intertwined with us now, I assure you I will not give the information to everyone the same way you do with your... extremities."

[Obscurejones]

"Rakta... I do dearly want to be pleasant. I assume my father saw something of worth in you. And perhaps I see hints of it myself. But don't assume things about your station. Or how you may speak to me. I bed whom I choose. I allow my father's information to whom I choose. I act on his behalf how my judgement prescribes. If I think that you endanger my house or the mission entrusted to me I will remove the danger."

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta sighs,"Very well glorious leader, I'll keep closer a mind on who I recruit to aid us in our mission. Bear in mind though, that I serve a power greater than you or your lord father. I will not act in a way to jeopardize the mission, but my duty is also to my people. Surely as a lordling you understand that burden as well?"

[Obscurejones]

Kon smiles warmly as the mater manages to at least partly resolve.
"Perfectly. And I would love to aid you in your goals as you aid in mine. And if I overstep my bounds in your initiatives, please do let me know."

[josienoms]

The rest of the night passes without incident. The sun rises over the crest of the hills, revealing the broad valley ahead. All looks peaceful, the rolling hills, the wide grasslands...

Except for the pillar of smoke on the horizon.

[JonRG]

Tim stretches and rubs the sleep from his eyes. He had volunteered to take the last watch, not trusting any of the tieflings to do so. The smoke in the distance wakes him up. "Hey. We got trouble," Tim states to the group at large. He kneels down next to Kon, shaking him gently by the shoulder.

[Obscurejones]

Kon mumbles a few last bits of dream away as he blearily opens his eyes. They widen a little at the mention of trouble and he hops up. Eyeballs the distance to the smoke. Then grabs clothing.

[horus42]

Abiin rises from his meditation, stowing his lantern back in his pack. "We ought to hurry, people could be hurt." He quickly readies himself for travel.

[ChaosArchon]

As Rakta sleeps, he dreams of vast fields of fire blazing almost infinitely while a deep voice reminds him where his loyalties lie. As he awakens, he can still smell the smoke,"It wasn't me, I swear."

[josienoms]

M'gann helps get everything packed, ready to help if she can.

A few days pass as you approach the the column of smoke. By the time you reach the ruins of a village, the smoke has already cleared. People are about, starting to rebuild, taking care of the dead. Nobody seems to want to talk to you as you approach. They all quickly and pointedly start working harder, and avoid eye contact.

[JonRG]

Tim dons his friendliest face and walks up to someone directing the town's efforts. "Excuse me. Is there anything we can do to help? Anything at all?"

[josienoms]

A middle aged man is the first to really acknowledge the group. He stops what he's doing and hops down from the rubble he was standing on.

He has dark hair and a beard peppered with grey. His shoulders are broad, and his hands are calloused. He has a battered looking sword at his hip.

"I appreciate the offer, we've just been attacked. Most folks aren't feeling too trusting right now."

He sighs.

"The name's Zon-Em. Who are you?"

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta walks next to Tim,"Who attacked you, and how long ago did they?"

[Obscurejones]

"We can offer our services in this town's defense. Or an attempt to retrieve anything taken."

[horus42]

"A pleasure, sir." Abiin bows his head respectfully, then offers his hand, in human custom. "My name is Abiin Sur, my companions and I are simply passing through. Of course we'd be more than happy to help. Anything from finding the culprits, to attending to the wounded, to rebuilding."

[JonRG]

"I'm Tim Drake, to answer the question you originally asked. I'll let my fellows introduce themselves or not at their leisure." He bows with a small smirk.

[josienoms]

Zon-Em seems surprised. He shakes Abiin's hand, then lets his hand fall back to his side.

"Abiin Sur? The Green Lantern? And of course I'd recognize a member of House El anywhere."

He bows slightly towards Kon-El.

"Well met, Mr. Drake. I haven't heard of you, but you seem to keep good company. Any help you all can give is appreciated."

"We were attacked by creatures from the forest. They burned the fields, they took captives... Scarecrows. It's been a few days now, I'm afraid it's too late to save them."

He shudders. Scarecrows are something you've all heard of. Misshapen, humanoid figures of rotten vegetable matter, who feed on fear. They're oftentimes a terror to behold.

[Obscurejones]

"Then we will retrieve those taken. If you could point us in the direction the scarecrows fled in?"

[josienoms]

"Of course. They went into the forest, that way."

Zon-Em points to the east, and the spooky looking forest.

"The forest is massive, it stretches all the way to the Arkham Hills, and into Gotham. If you can find them, we'll be in your debt... They took my daughter."

His fists clench.

"I've spent the last two days looking, along with the other men in town. None of us found anything. I'm just taking a shift to rebuild now, seeing if fresh sets of eyes can find any trail that we didn't. I hope you can help. May Kal-El go with you."

[Obscurejones]

Kon can't help but smile.
"He always is my good man. And if not we try to keep a spare god in reserve."

[ChaosArchon]

"We would be more than happy to assist with recovering your daughter," Rakta says warmly and then walks away. A god is watching over us alright, but it isn't Kal-El.

He reaches Azarath and co.,"So I doubt you want to stay in this village, although I imagine housing is rather cheap right now, so do you want to come with us and rescue the kidnapped villagers? Might be a reward in it for you lot."

[josienoms]

Zon-Em nods, thanks you again, then gets back to work.

Azarath shakes his head.

"Yeah, no. We'll hang out here while you fight the monsters. This may not have stuck in your antlered skull yet, but I. Do. Not. Want. To. Die."

[JonRG]

Tim spares a small smile for the tiefling's animated conversation in the distance, but then he nods to Zon-Em. "We'll do everything in our power to rescue your people."

[horus42]

"We'll bring them back safely, don't worry. I'm a father myself, so believe me, I share your concern." Abiin smiles sadly, then nods his head. "Let's go." He leads the way into the forest.

[JonRG]

Huh, I didn't know you had a child," Tim muses. He follows after Abiin Sur.

[Obscurejones]

Kon scampers after the Lantern as Abin leads the way.
"It occurs to me that this may be our first opportunity for grouped combat. Anything I should know about how either of you prefer to enter battle?"

[JonRG]

Tim smirks and, in a low voice, replies, "Usually, I stab them in the back while they're distracted by some flashy idiot." He spares a glance at Rakta. "That one should do nicely."

[horus42]

"Indeed I do. A son, named Amon. He's barely even thirty yet, still just a child." Abiin bows his head, reminiscing for a moment before turning to Kon-El. "I prefer to rely on magic, usually protective spells and minor evocations. I don't spend much time in the forefront."

[josienoms]

You wander through the forest for a while, not finding anything. No footprints, no traces of struggle. Nothing.

So it ought not come as a shock that the Scarecrows found you first.

Three of them come out of the trees, shambling forward with an awkward gait. They're dressed in mismatched clothes, clearly stolen from the local villagers. Each one's head looks like a misshapen burlap sack, with tiny points of fire in the deep set eye sockets. One cries out, a long, low hollow sound, that's answered from afar by many other voices.

Roll for initiative, fools!

The scarecrows have an initiative of: [roll0]

[horus42]

Abiin cries out a warning, and raises his fist. The ring on his middle finger glows with soft green light, before a tongue of flame bursts forth and flies at the nearest Scarecrow.

I'm casting the Fire Bolt Cantrip at the closest target.

The attack itself: [roll0]

and if I hit: [roll1] fire damage.

[josienoms]

The Scarecrow's dirty rags burst into flames. It cries out in agony as its straw and cloth body burns.

Okay! So these minion Scarecrows have an AC of 11, and have a Vulnerability to fire damage. It's Rakta's turn now.

[ChaosArchon]

"These creatures appear to not like fire," Rakta grins wickedly,"how unfortunate for them." He draws his holy symbol from his robe and aims it at an area in-between the non-immolated scarecrows,"Let this spark from Trigons heart bring his light to your profane souls."

The space between the two is empty for a moment afterward, but in the blink of an eye a sphere of fire appears between the two scarecrows.

casting Flaming Sphere, if they end their turn within 5ft of it they must make a Dex saving throw or take 2d6 fire damage, as a bonus action i can move the sphere and ram it into a target

Spell save is 12

[josienoms]

Despite being fairly lithe and ethereal, the Scarecrows are caught unprepared. There's a crack of thunder as the air is suddenly superheated by the appearance of the tiny sun, which causes both unharmed Scarecrows to burst into flame.

10 Fire Damage dealt to the remaining Scarecrows! It's Kon-El's turn now.

[Obscurejones]

Running forward Kon gets as close to the scarecrows as he can before bringing his arms together in a resounding clap.
"¡ǝʌɐʍɹǝpunɥ┴"
Damage, Save of 13. Failed saves get thrown back 15 feet.[roll0] Kal is now possibly subject to a wild magic roll, at ST discretion.

[josienoms]

The blast of thunder ruffles the ragged clothes of the Scarecrows and causes them to stagger, but they manage to stay upright.

They succeeded their Save, so they take half damage and aren't thrown. I'm also tossing in a Wild Magic Roll that I did elsewhere to avoid double posting again. 52! You get +2 AC and are immune to Magic Missile, for one minute.

Also, it's Tim's turn.

[JonRG]

While Kon and Rakta distract the scarecrows with magic, Tim slips into the foliage and attacks one from behind.

Stab stabbity stab!

Stealth: [roll0]
Attack: [roll1]
Advantage: [roll2]

Damage if Hit: [roll3] (x2 on successful stealth check)

[josienoms]

The Scarecrow Tim attacks falls apart after his blade disrupts the magic holding it together. Bits of straw fall into a heap, and the lights in the eye sockets wink out.

Its two companions cry out in rage and agony, turning on Tim with clawed hands.

Making an attack roll on Tim:

[roll0]

And if it hits, it does double this damage, since both are attacking him at once:

[roll1]

[Kell_tamer]

The stout girl had been biding her time, waiting for the moment to make it count. Rushing at the crows on Tim, her hammer hauls off like a bat sending on flying past the other. Maintaining her forward momentum and swing she brings the hammer around again as she keeps her movement to slam the other sending it flying into the nearby foliage. There is no battle cry, no angry yell, just cold dangerous precision as the two are sent flying against their will.


Ok So using my move action to head toward the first guy and using a superiority die to do a knockback attack. that adds 1d8 to my damage roll and he has to make a DC 13 strength check to avoid flying back 15 feet. following that I use my action surge to get ANOTHER action and move up to the next guy doing the same thing and expending a second superiority die.

Action 1: With Advantage from GM
[roll0]
[roll1]

Damage if it hits (counting superiority die)
[roll2]

DC 13 save required, Strength
Action 2: With Advantage from GM
[roll3]
[roll4]

Damage if it hits (counting superiority die)
[roll5]

DC 13 save required, Strength

[josienoms]

The first Scarecrow resembles nothing so much as a comet as it's flung 15 feet, and dies in a heap on the ground. The only remaining one stumbles after being hit, and has a look of fury on its burlap face.

It's Abiins turn again. This last Scarecrow is close to death after taking 17 damage, so unless things go horribly wrong, this turn should end it.

[horus42]

Abiin lets out another cry, an incantation in his native Korugaran Elvish. Another tongue of flame leaps out towards the remaining Scarecrow.

Casting Fire Bolt again: [roll0]

And if I hit: [roll1] Fire Damage. Doubled, apparently!

[josienoms]

The final Scarecrow crumbles to ash, and the forest falls quiet again.

M'gann catches up as the fight ends.

"I'm sorry, I got separated."

She catches her breath.

"At least we have a trail to follow. I guess they came from that way, right?"

She points in the direction that the creatures came from.

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta frowns as the little sun blinks away shortly after, and then proceeds to follow the path their foes had left, his sickle out in hand.

[horus42]

Abiin looks down at the bodies, seeing if there's any clue or useful item to be found.

Kill the monsters, loot the bodies. D&D 101, right? :smalltongue:

[josienoms]

Abiin finds a small glass bottle in the ashes of the Scarecrow he killed, probably something taken from one of the prisoners. He also finds a few handfuls of coins amongst the corpses, equal to 7 gold pieces.

[horus42]

"If the prisoners are still alive, I'd like to return these items. If not, the potion could come in handy." He puts the coins and the bottle in a pocket inside his robes, then readies himself to move on. "Kon-El, Rakta, do you need time to recover your spells, or shall we press on?"

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta turns around,"I am still able to proceed, although if Kon wishes to wait, I am more than happy to take the time to replenish my spells."

[Obscurejones]

"It would add entirely too much of a wait for me to regain. I am prepared enough to continue now."

[josienoms]

the trail leads through the forest, until you come to a clearing. Trees have recently been felled, and the stumps still litter the area. Scarecrows are sitting on some of them, and others are menacing the group of captured Kryptonians. One of the Scarecrows stands taller than the rest, the lights in his eyes a cold blue, rather than the pinpoints of fire found in the others. And of them, he alone seems capable of speech.

"No, no. This won't do at all. You need to keep them alive if we're going to feed on them, you idiot. A dead Tiefling is no good for us. And what of the other two? They ran off! Of course they did."

His voice is soft, but carries with an air of authority.

"No matter. We still have enough of these humans to keep us fed for weeks."

[Obscurejones]

"Aww, they ate one of Rakta's minions. That was nice of them."

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta grits his teeth,"Kon, would you like to help me murder that bastard? I'm thinking a scorching ray from both of us should end it's profane existence permanently."

[horus42]

"Scorching Ray, you say? I just so happen to have it prepared myself. Gentlemen..." Abiin's ring glows with a soft green light as he levels it at the larger Scarecrow. "Shall we?"

[Obscurejones]

Kon's eyes glow, and tendrils of energy leak out as the power builds.
"On your mark, Rakta. Only fair for your acolyte."

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta nods, and aims his holy symbol at their target as the symbol rapidly heats up and the cold iron turns red hot. Then three streams of flame arc from the center and hurdle through space towards the head scarecrow with lethal intent. "For Zinthos," he whispers.


casting Searing Ray, I assume advantage won't let me reroll them all right :smalltongue:

atk1:[roll0]
atk2:[roll1]
atk3:[roll2]

dmg1:[roll3] fire
dmg2:[roll4] fire
dmg3:[roll5] fire

[horus42]

Abiin takes the cue, and mutters the incantation, gesticulating with his free hand. Three rays of green fire leap from the gem in the center of the ring, and fly towards the larger Scarecrow.

Rolling for the three attacks themselves:

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

And for the damage, all of it doubled thanks to Fire Damage:

[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]

[Obscurejones]

Three swift bursts pulse from Kon's eyes as the mark beneath his tunic burns with red light.
Attack one[roll0]
Attack two[roll1]
Attack three[roll2]

Damage one[roll3]
Damage two[roll4]
Damage three[roll5]

[josienoms]

Nine beams of scorching heat light up the clearing. Five of them strike true, and four more go awry. The Tall Scarecrow screams in agony, writhing and thrashing about as he bursts into flame. He turns to face you and sees the group. He screams, his voice a tinny, inhuman shriek.

"KILL THEM!"

The other Scarecrows lurch into action, coming swiftly towards you.

Initiative for the Scarecrows:

Crane: [roll0]
Minions: [roll1]

Crane took 46 Fire damage, and is pissed off. Hurt really badly, but pissed off.

[JonRG]

Several moments before...

Tim draws a dagger from his belt and throws it at Crane.

Attack: [roll0]
Confirmation: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]
Initiative: [roll3]

[Obscurejones]

As the monsters bellow, there is a minuscule change in Kon-El, a pathetically minor shift in height.

[horus42]

Abiin stands back, quickly analyzing what he perceives to be the bigger threat. The larger Scarecrow seems to be standing back, letting his peons do the fighting, so for the moment, they were his concern. He mutters the same incantation, his fist still in place from his first casting of this spell.

I'm going to cast Scorching Ray again, trying to hit three different minion Scarecrows.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

And for damage:

[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]

[josienoms]

Two of Abiin's rays miss their target, but one strikes true, instantly reducing the Scarecrow to ash.

Tim's turn!

[JonRG]

Field of fire. Couldn't ask for a better distraction than that. Tim skulks through the undergrowth, then lashes out at a scarecrow. Hopefully, he would catch the abomination completely off-guard.

Lotta rolls here. Basically, I'm gonna try and surprise this dude, attack him, and then use my Cunning Action to return to cover and hide.

Stealth: [roll0]
Attack: [roll1]
Advantage?: [roll2]
Crit Confirm (If Needed): [roll3]
Stealth: [roll4]

Dunno if I get advantage on any of the stealths, but I can always roll that later.

[josienoms]

The Scarecrow cries out in pain and reels back from Tim's rapier. Tim is, unfortunately, unable to return to the bushes in time before he's spotted.

Rakta's turn!

[josienoms]

M'gann sees that Tim needs help, or at least some kind of distraction, in order to make his escape. She runs into the crowd of Scarecrows and shouts an incantation.

"Burzum-ishi krimpatul!"

Tendrils of darkness shoot out of her, lashing at the Scarecrows and gripping them tightly, the necrotic essence of the dark arms burning them.

M'gann is casting Arms of Hadar! The Scarecrows have to make a STR saving throw, or take 2d6 Necrotic Damage and be unable to make any reactions for a turn. If they succeed the save, they take half damage.

STR save: [roll0]

Damage: [roll1]

[JonRG]

Tim nods at M'gann. "Thank you."

[josienoms]

M'gann nods, still keeping the minion Scarecrows bound.

Rakta raises his holy symbol and shouts a prayer to Trigon. Fire blasts from the symbol, consuming the Scarecrows on the left side of M'gann.

I'm taking Ryan's turn for him, since it's been over three days. He's casting Burning Hands. The scarecrows have to make a DEX save, or suffer 3d6 fire damage. On a successful save, they take half that damage.

DEX save: [roll0]

Damage: [roll1]

Three of the six remaining Sarecrows are immolated, and nearly destroyed. The tall Scarecrow, furious at what has become of most of his minions, turns his blue burning gaze to Rakta. The Tiefling finds himself filled with terror at the sight of those eyelights boring into his very soul.

Crane is using a unique power here. Rakta has to make a CHA saving throw at DC 15, or miss his next turn due to being terrified.

CHA save: [roll2]

Luckily, his dark power seems to have failed.

Kon-El's turn now!

[ChaosArchon]

As the immolated scarecrow leader gazes at Rakta with its fell eyes, Rakta chuckles,"Save your tricks whelp, I've seen terrors which would shred any semblance of courage in even the most righteous soul. I have felt the Light, and it is of inferno and fury; blinding and petrifying. Compared to that what could a gaze such as yours hope to do? How could a cheap trick hope to match up to his Radiance?"

[Obscurejones]

Snarling out the magic words Kon pulses another series of fiery bolts from his eyes.

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

Attack [roll2]
Damage [roll3]

Attack [roll4]
Damage [roll5]

[josienoms]

The Tall Scarecrow screams once more in agony, before dissolving into ash. His burlap sack of a face lands atop the pile of fine powder, the blue eyelights going out.

The minion Scarecrows are freed from their bonds, and all six of them go on the attack, to avenge their fallen master.

Scarecrows are just attacking!

[roll0]

Damage, if they hit [roll1]

They each strike out with clawed hands, acting without coordination, each of them attacking a different one of you.

Each of you take 6 slashing damage! It's Barda's turn now.

[Kell_tamer]

Barda smacks the scarecrow that just sliced at her. Her massive hammer belting him and sending him right to the ground."Knock it off! "


Superiority die to damage for trip, DC 13 strength save.
[roll0]

[roll1]

Superiority
[roll2]

[josienoms]

The Scarecrow falls to the ground at Barda's feet, dead.

Back to the front of the initiative order! Abiin's turn again.

[horus42]

Abiin winces as he takes a few steps backwards. His robes are torn, and a small trickle of blood seeps from his wounds. He raises his ring and shouts another incantation. Three darts, made of pure green light, appear before his ring. The constructs fly, guided by his will, and slam into the three Scarecrows that are near death.

I'm casting Magic Missile, which does 1d4+1 Force damage to three targets of my choice. I figure this should kill all three of the Scarecrows that are almost dead.

[roll0]

[josienoms]

The light arrows pierce the Scarecrows near Abiin, Kon-El, and Rakta, killing all three of them.

Tim's turn, then M'gann, then Rakta! The fight will probably be over by then, but if not it's Kon-El, then the Scarecrows, then Barda.

[JonRG]

Tim grits his teeth as claws slash across his shoulder. Planting his feet, he whirls around and thrusts his rapier at the scarecrow that struck him. Assuming it dies, he'll try to slip back into the bushes but better this time.

Attack!: [roll0]
Retreat!: [roll1]

[josienoms]

M'gann cries out again, chanting in Orcish as she casts another spell.

I'm having her cast Eldritch Blast, and using the Agonizing Blast invocation. On a hit, she deals 1d10 force damage plus her CHA modifier.

Attack roll: [roll0]

And damage if it hits: [roll1]

[ChaosArchon]

Rakta snarls at his attacker but grins as it is destroyed. As the last two scarecrows still continue to fight, Rakta raises the symbol of Trigon high above his head as it becomes brighter and brighter until the entire area is as bright as a warm summer's day. As the light spreads across the area, the two scarecrows are assailed by the light itself and crumble over in pain.

Channeling Divinity: Radiance of the Dawn

save is 12

damage:[roll0]

[josienoms]

The Scarecrows scream and shield their sunken eyes as the light burns them.

Kon-El's turn.

[Obscurejones]

Forehead dripping with sweat Kon reaches for the last of his reserves of mystical power, expending the enrgy he normally holds in trust. A final series of bolts fly from his eyes.
[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

[roll4]
[roll5]

[josienoms]

The last two Scarecrows crumble to ash, and the conscious prisoners let out a cheer. They're tied to a series of posts hammered into the ground. They seem to follow no pattern, just a collection of men, women, and children. Zinthos's corpse lies next to the group of posts, at the feet of a man with fresh bruises on his face.

Rac Shade had been having a rough day. First he was accosted by a group of Raven Clan Tieflings outside the village, during his travels, and then was dragged into a desperate struggle with the Scarecrows, Fey constructs produced in the darkest of Dream's nightmares. It seemed that things couldn't get worse, as the Scarecrows recognized him for what he was. Two of the Tieflings fled into the woods, and the one who stayed to fight was killed. Rac himself had his Vest stolen, which stripped him of much of his magic. He managed to take out a few before he was overwhelmed.

And then, a group of adventures came, and the six of them killed the Scarecrows. Seems like things were turning out okay after all.

One of the prisoners looks to the group, a young girl of maybe 10 years old.

"I knew it! I knew my daddy would send help!"

[ChaosArchon]

As the last of the scarecrows crumbles to dust, Rakta rushes over to Zintho's corpse and closes the still open eyes of the fallen tiefling,"Now you rest my friend, I pray you find enlightenment and pleasure in Trigon's eternal company. May every moment of your existence be spent by His side, and let the night never come lest it end His Radiance. One day you shall return again, among the rest of our fallen at his side, and watch as He judges the living and His rule shall last forever. Sanctus et eius noimne."

After he performs the last rites, he begins to dig a hole for the corpse.

[JonRG]

Retrieving his dagger, Tim sets about cutting the prisoners loose. He smiles down at the little girl. "He sure did, kid."

[josienoms]

The prisoners are cut free, some of the older ones carrying the children. The little girl squeals in delight and gives Tim a big hug.

"You were so brave!"

The others go about giving lots of thanks to the whole group. Another woman comes over to the little girl.

"Merrin Zon-Em! Your father must be worried sick. Let's get you home."

Merrin whines and stomps her foot.

"We're going home soon! I gotta thank these nice people, auntie!"

Her aunt rolls her eyes, but lets her talk.

"You're tall. How come your ears are pointy? Where'd you get that sword?"

Without pausing for answers, she goes to Rakta.

"How come you have antlers? And a tail! Was that man your friend? I'm sorry he died..."

She goes to Kon-El next.

"I saw you shoot fire out of your eyes! That was so cool! Can you teach me?"

Then to Abiin.

"Hey! You're a Green Lantern! And a Elf! I've never met an Elf before, how come you're bald?"

She stands in the middle of the group again, apparently now awaiting her answers.

[JonRG]

Tim laughs a little. "Yes, I suppose I am." He tracks the hyperactive child with his eyes, a somewhat difficult task. "My ears are pointy because I'm a half-elf. Half elf, half human. And, the sword..." His smile slips a little. "The sword was a gift from a friend."

[Tome]

Strings of unkempt red hair fall across the bruised face of Rac Shade. His thin wrists are rubbed raw from the ropes and the gag has a smell and taste that brings worse things to mind as he tries to avoid imagining what else it's been used for. Was he supposed to do something about the scarecrows? He hopes not. There's the vest too, bad things could happen with it. He thinks about the forks and the roads are slick and overrun with roses.

You can never tell where your path will lead until you walk it, or maybe that's just him. The six strangers who banish the wicker nightmares loom large in his mind. The song strikes a cord only he can hear. He knows that refrain. The man with the red breast, omen or truth, he can see the blood dripping from his heart, cuts him free.

"'Ank you" he slurs through his swollen jaw as he tries to haul himself painfully to his feet. "'Ey 'est. Dey took 'ey 'est. 'S dang'rous. Gotta fin' 'et".

[JonRG]

Tim snaps from his thoughts and approaches the injured man, brow furrowed. "I'm sorry? They took your what?" Something dangerous, but what on Earth could he being going for with 'est?

For maximum simplicity, Tim is in fact wearing a vest.