Bonebreakers Bar 9 - "Gewoon Negen"

[janestarz]

Well, here's the promised BoneBreakers Bar update. I must say that as far as the plot goes, there's very little I've caught on. Plots are for wizards and ritualists and priests.

Fridaynight we went to bed quite on time, though to sleep a bit later than planned. *grin* Which resulted in us only getting up at eight. The first planning had involved us driving off at eight. The car was quickly packed, and we set enough food for the kitties to get by on.
The A15 we took, straight towards Nijmegen, then towards Den Bosch and Oss, touring by Uden and arriving a good hour and a half later. There were enough construction workers busy near Dordrecht/Gorinchem, which got on my nerves.

The tent was an adventure all by itself. With only three long poles we had a tent where possibly three people can lie down in (because we can not lie 90° turned, since we're longer than 160. Tents are made for short people, we discovered) and we can stand up straight in. A seperate sleeping cabin, enough emergency exits; this is a really nice tent!

Dramatis Personae:
Rakoth Blacktree, Pathfinder: played by drahkan
Danara, Pathfinder: played by Drahkan's wife J. (who also played Didi on SR)
Floyd, Fathfinder: played by sneeuw_chan
Choris Elies (pr: greek-style - sound like you've got something stuck in your throat: CHoh-rIs, AY-li-ehs), Pathfinder: played by nokey
Arthur Goldwing, DGO: played by Anton of Larp.nl
'whatshername' Silverwing, DGO: played by Ignis
Copperwing, DGO: played by Anton's brother
Francesca (Frankie) Tippet, Pathfinder: played by janestarz

Sorry for my English being quite fubar, I'm pretty exhausted (but rested) still.

Meet Francesca Tippet, Frankie. Together with Choris Elies she was detached after the Rites of Rendell, to be under the command of Rakoth.
We went through a portal (everyone loves portals) and arrived in the bar. The bar? The bar! So hop, out we went and we scouted the village. Nobody paid us much attention, probably because Pathfinders are well-known.

We found Rakoth, with his two comrades Danara and Floyd. He accepted us in our midst, and we almost instantly went on a scouting mission. We walked through the village, took a path at the end, and scouted around it. That took us a good hour and a half. Basically what we do is we scout a path, keeping an eye on the surroundings, until we come at a crossroads. Then, the first one goes up to the crossroads, checks, motions for the second one to come on up, and signals where they should sit and what path they keep an eye on. Sometimes they scout a bit of a path, and then we move onwards. Last one in line is Danara, who erases our tracks (or at least muffles them a bit).

Crossroads are a lot of fun to scout. As are bends in the path. If we step one step into the undergrowth, we vanish from view completely, because of our clothing. In the dark, the only thing that separates us from the background is the fact we are outlined against the sand of the path, which shines a bit white.
But we'll get to that bit later.

After we got back from our first scouting trip (which was hot as hell, by the way), we rested a bit and we got introduced to the Goldwing, Arthur. He's top notch of De Gevleugelde Orde (tr: the Winged Order, a form of knighthood, I think, abbreviated by DGO in this post). Only his direct commands or suggestions are the ones we obey. Anyone below him, Silverwing, Copperwing, etc. can jump high and low, but only if they ask nicely, we will consider obeying their orders.
Arthur welcomed us and said he was very pleased to have more Pathfinders available to him, and gave us a friendly nod.

We ran into Vanity, the sin, later. She took a band of people along and started to harass people. We had much fun doing the grossest things to their outfits and make-up. I threw pinecones at them. They didn't like it much. Vanity is SL Linda's time of having a good powerplay. You can't really do anything against it, though Bas had his priest character smear blood on the forehead of the one we were 'converting'.

Later that night, we were asked to deliver a message to a fortress somewhere (Skull?), so we went out to scout again. Danara stayed behind, and we walked straight into a quest. On the path we ran into someone with a light. And the light killed the wee bit of darkvision we already had, as well as lined us out nicely against the night. Sadly, we could do nothing about it. The NPC sitting there said we would kill someone's quest if we extinguished the flame, and had to improvise we couldn't touch it anyway when she saw we did not care.
When we got to the crossroads a bit further on the path, another light was approaching (how to be noticed by everyone in the forest, lesson 1: bring a candle. Or two.), so we scrambled and hid off the path. Choris stood right next to the undergrowth, only hid by a few leaves and some grass, the people with candles passed him and he could see their faces, but they did not see him.
Some people are just fucking blind.
Especially if they bring a candle into the forest and screw up their nightvision.

I was sitting a bit deeper into the undergrowth and their quest took forever. Floyd and Elies started to move, and then whistle, which sounded impatient. I tried to get out silently but failed, and was discovered. They had no idea how many Pathfinders were there anyway, and I don't think they noticed we'd been sitting there quietly for half an hour already. Right, glimworm?

As we got back in the village (I'd quite had it with running around in a dark forest where dark things were lurking (if you notice there are, just don't tell me) and where I can only see bits of black and grey and the sky and the path), NoKey and I went OC, and sat on the back parking field for a bit.
We definitely needed that.

Sunday we went in character again, quite happily so, and we were asked to deliver a letter to the orc shaman. A person of DGO asked us quite politely and since we had had no fun yet that day and we would not be very needed, Rakoth accepted. We then discussed how to go about this. Going around to the orc camp, knocking on the front gate and asking "is your shaman in" is a good way to get very dead very soon, so we would go about it a bit differently. With all our tracking skills, it would not be very hard to find a band of roaming orcs, kill all but one, and send him home to his shaman with this letter.
We informed the SL of our plans, and were told to start there-and-there, and just go there, and we'd find the orc band. Linda liked hearing our number of tracking skills.

So we did. As soon as we got to the crossroads for the final end though, Rakoth saw the orcs standing around, ready for an ambush, and suggested a much more fun approach. Ambushing the ambush. The path we were roaming on led just behind the NPC-crew's tent, with all the costumes, and out back was a space with some chairs where they can sit and dip. Right behind that, is a patch of medium undergrowth, a lot of loose branches lying around but enough moss in between to do your move silently thing. Among others, Keffie of my D&D group was sitting there. We just ignored them and did the sneaking thing.
Later, we heard they had not heard us, and had hardly seen us.
We sneaked and sneaked. At one time I was about five meters behind one of the orcs, and dared not go any closer. Movement is something you see. Usually we do a three step, wait, two step, wait routine. You blend right in with the forest sounds.
In any case, Rakoth suddenly burst out of the trees and started attacking them, so Choris and Frankie ran too, and Danara and Floyd took the side where we came from (us other three had circled around them *grin*) I held two orcs at bay with my bastard sword, while the others took care of the other four. Finally, one of the orcs got lured away by Choris, and I half-killed the last orc. We were a few hundred yards away by that time, and I could not see if they had a live one still there, but they shouted KILL at me and I splattered. I had a dagger on his throat and one hovering over his heart, so that was quick.
We tortured the last orc a bit. "Who is your leader?" *slap punch* and sent him off with the letter. "If you do not deliver it, I will find out and we will find you."
We so butch. Hehe.

Congratulating ourselves on a job well done, we got my character to the healer's guild for some patching. I had a small wound on my arm. Three of the five Pathfinders were 'splattered in blood'. The look on the healers' face was just magnificent. She just told me not to use the arm too much and it would heal by itself, since the bleeding had stopped and she cleaned it. Yeah. Right.

So then there was just the last scouting of the forest, where we ended up on little-used paths, and dodged a horse. I think the rider saw me and the horse smelled me, but all in all just the birds and the bees saw and heard us. If at all.

And then there was the endbash. As we just got back, the endbash was raging on, all kinds of undead and some ghouls even. I got hurt again, and one time was a really close call (10 seconds left on the counter before Frankie would have been no more) but they poured a healing potion down my pothole.
Dreek's character got eaten, partially.
Three Pathfinders hunted a ghoul. I stole the club of a priest to get to it. I'm more of a sharp-weapons person.

Scouting missions done: 3
Night-scout missons done: 1
Times noticed: 1


It was a good event. I very much enjoyed playing the "I don't care" character. Snot, blood, gore, mud....it just doesn't matter. I only shot 24 pictures, only three of us in the forest too. I expect them back somewhere next week.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Nice that you had fun :)
Have to admit, never saw Choris actually in the undergrowth. Did hear a lot of Whistles i attributed to you guys. And at one point we did hear some shambling in the woods. Spent the rest of the quest playing rear guard, hiding in the undergrowth and continually scanning the forest. And yeah, we kept blinding ourselves with light. At some point i'm walking rear guard with another, and the woman in front of us comes op "here, i brought you some light, so you can see".... AAARGH.

[nokey.livejournal.com]

You know, I was about 3 meters away from you guys but I managed to slip away from you unnoticed. After that I started whistling to try & gather everyone up.

[glimworm.livejournal.com]

Ghe, well, i always had a slight fascination with this rangery-type of play. Might actually attempt stuff like this myself. Will need better boots though, these are too rough.

[drahkan.livejournal.com]

So, we need to do something about the wisteling. Find some way to make it more stealthy.
But how many people did jou think where out there Glimworm? And I mean at that time.