Sigrun matches the Esquimeaux’s cold glare with her own. “He was at the edge of my camp. I did not want him to catch the attention of either the men who are not men or the ormr. I told him not to make a noise, and he did. I knocked him out cold rather than run him through with my spear.  Who are you? Why are you out here?”

SullyB74 wrote:

If he sees her, Tillak stops in his tracks. If he is with in earshot, he speaks. "Who are you? Where is my brother, Kondor? If you've harmed him, then you'll wish that the lizard had taken your life  as well as the life of the brave barbarian who feel while saving us!" Tillak begins to think of his spell while raising his shield in a defensive posture and crouching.  

Her voice is cold, haughty even as she remembers her bloodline. "I am Sigrun, daughter of Hjallmar Half-Hand, son of Ulfgar Bear-Killer," she roared out,  slamming the butt of her spear into  the ground. "Your brother is alive, for the moment.  The great ormr, the serpent has left, the men who are not men are dead and scattered.  I have no quarrel with you but if wish me harm or foul trickery, I will fight till my last breath leaves my lips.  I haver not seen humans in these lands in for...some time.  I would talk in peace. If not, we go on our own way."

"What say you?"
 

Sigrun will step over the prone form on the ground and will look to see who is left of the ormr’s wrath.

D20: 14+9=23

1d6: 3+1=4 Subdual Damage

Sigrun watched quietly as the stranger before her removed his sword, her cold blue eyes as sharp as the tip of her spear.  Her voice when she spoke was still low and firm.  "The ormr is angry and too powerful to defeat, by one or many. Make no noise as to attract the ormr's attention, nor test me, if you wish to live.  When the beast passes, then we talk."

OOC:
Forgive my sudden absence.  I was in the ER when I replied last. My stay in the hospital took longer than was anticipated and today I was finally discharged.  The drug-induced euphoria has worn off and I'm level headed enough to join in again. Again, my apologies for leaving everyone in the lurch.

Iron Ranger wrote:

Dont disagree - but I kinda dig how Jones populated the world.

 
The one thing we shouldn’t forget is that both Roy and Bruce worked with John Buscema on Conan.

She sat on her haunches within the small clearing, a young woman swaddled in hides and furs.  She's holding onto a short spear tipped with worn yet good steel free of rust, the weapon upright, butt against the ground.  The camp fire before her is unlit, the coals now cold as she couldn't risk a fire with so many tracks of the men-who-were-like-beasts nearby.  

She's listening to the sounds of battle beyond the ridge. She knows the sounds.  She knows there's a Ormr down there as well.  She's heard it, smelled the ozone of its terrible breath.  She knows she's only one warrior.  Best to stay out of it, she thinks.

Suddenly there's a sound carried with the breeze.  Her head swivels.  Once filled with baby fat, the pretty face of youth was now one of savage beauty as pale blue eyes limmed by dark soot from the camp fire searched for the source of the noise. There, in the brush, was the figure, its back towards her at the edge of the ridge.  She rose from her haunches, spear in one hand while pulling the shield from her back with the other.  She's a tall woman, her body lean and muscular under her furs and hides, with curves where it mattered.  A mane of ash white hair framed one side of her face, both loose and braided tresses falling well past her shoulder, the other side of her scalp shorn to the skin and painted with Norse symbols with woad.

She moved quietly toward the figure in a crouch, her movements fluid and graceful.  The bands, fetishes and feathers were bound, tied and affixed to her hair and braids so as to not make a noise.  

She will attempt to sneak up behind the figure in armor.  If successful, she will press the tip of her spear against the base of the skull and whisper in a feminine voice laced with a hard edge. "Careful. Make no sound or any sudden move or this spear goes through your head and out your mouth.  With the fingers of one hand, take each weapon you have and slowly toss them away."

I make make no attempt to rev

Recruiting for a a series of adventures in and around Khromarium with the tavern by the name of the Bronze Lamprey as the 'home' of the player characters.  I'm using the 2e rules of AS&SH with some home rules.  Characters will start at 1st level with maximum HP. Stats are rolled 3d6 for each, arrange to suit your character. I expect there to be role-play and character development and not just one-line posts.  I'll be setting up a Google Drive thing where we can all share files i.e., character sheets, maps, and images.

This will be the IC thread, so if there are any questions, please PM me.

Jimm.Iblis wrote:

Crawdad wrote:

I’m from Virginia, in the USA. I can’t do the online games as I’m deaf. So the PbP forums is what I’m confined to. I have GM’d plenty of face to face games (I wear a hearing aide) and can run a PbP AS&SH adventure of my own design if I can get enough interest.
 

Definitely interested in a PbP if roleplay and character development is encouraged.

I’ll be taking you up on that offer then.  I thrive on roleplay and character development.  Just need a couple more players. If need be, I can run two players. I intend to run smaller, much smaller adventures than say, a dungeon that would take years in real time to finish.
 

rredmond wrote:

Welcome Crawdad! Where are you from, there are definitely groups out there!
Besides Roll20 and PbP forums.
Welcome and good luck!
--Ron--

I’m from Virginia, in the USA. I can’t do the online games as I’m deaf. So the PbP forums is what I’m confined to. I have GM’d plenty of face to face games (I wear a hearing aide) and can run a PbP AS&SH adventure of my own design if I can get enough interest.