conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Morph Bark: OOC thread  here .
  
  {table=head] Forumite | Character Sheet | Flaw(s) | Starting Level 
  
  Lix Lorn| Emily Crest  (so she claims)|Delicious/Unimportant NPC|8
  
  Magicyop| That Guy With The Chickens |Chicken Infested/Pig Bond|8
  
  Gorgondantess| Nameless Hatter |Peasant Hat/Unimportant NPC|8
  
  Cieyrin| That Half-Orc Guy  (THOG for short)|Weresheep/Unimportant NPC|8[/table]
  
  
   It's the year 42 on the Silean calendar, marking 42 years of rule by the fist of Baron Dukkar from the capital of Sileer. Life has always been tough under his rule, a struggle for all those not in high positions, but recently he has begun to increase taxes and forcibly conscripting eldest sons of thousands of families into his army. Many people wonder why, as the country consists mostly of valley and they expect the mountains to bar the entry of enemies, but they forget that in the first year of Dukkar's rule the great mountain Mont Saint Viloç to the east crumbled mysteriously as the earth shook, until only dust was left and a dozen villages were buried beneath.
  
  But whilst that occurrence might be worthy of telling a story about, we start in the present, in an abandoned barn with no tenders, no keepers, and nobody living there.
  
  Except maybe that one guy. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Magicyop: Lorenzo de Portablo 
   "Hey, you know."  Lorenzo comments to no one in particular, since he is clearly alone.  "I really feel like bacon right now."  The massive pig beneath him snorts derisively and stares up at him.  "Hey, hey, don't look at me like that. I mean, we could use you to gore  another  pig, and then bake it and... okay, fine, too close to cannibalism. Whatever." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lix Lorn: 'Emily' 
  " We don't have time to stop and eat. " she says in annoyance. " We should go and do something dramatic! "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Magicyop: Lorenzo 
   "Yeah, but no one cares what you think. Your ideas are stupid. Don't share them."  Lorenzo pauses a moment.  "I KNOW! Piggy, I'm a genius. Let us go and do something dramatic. Sometimes I'm so brilliant I shock myself."  He preens, while the pig looks on in disgust.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lix Lorn: 'Emily' 
  " If you do that again, I'll stab you. " she says frankly.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cieyrin: THOG
  
   "Sounds like a brilliant deduction, L. Really, it was. Unfortunately, I doubt anything dramatic will happen here, isn't that right, Ned?"  The small white sheep at THOG's side looks up at him with a blank look and then baas and tries to wander towards some of the barn hay for some repast.  "No time for that, Ned! There's adventure to be had!" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Magicyop: Lorenzo 
   "You're wrong! We need to get going, we can't stay here."  He slaps his pig.  "Onward, piggy! Follow me, unimportant people!" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lix Lorn: " Will anyone object if I kill him? " 'Emily' says aloud, irritated, following.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cieyrin: THOG
   I'd enjoy the scuffle, certainly. C'mon, Ned, you can eat when we find a dramatic scene that you can be off-screen for.  Yanking on Ned's lead, THOG hefts his halberd over one shoulder and follows with the lightly protesting sheep following in his wake.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Morph Bark: A rumbling noise resounds in the distance, coming from one direction the dirt road trails off to. That Half-Orc Guy's ears prove to be keen enough to distinguish the noise to be that of many feet stepping in unison, as if a number of men are marching towards them. A few seconds later the sound is backed up by what seems to be drums and a man shouting, his voice booming with authority.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lix Lorn: " Let's go and kill them. " says the girl who calls herself Emily.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cieyrin: THOG
   Looks like you can go chow down, Ned. I'll be right back, so be good.  Dropping Ned's lead and directing the small sheep towards the hay pile he was going for before, THOG puts his back to the barn door as he peeks around the opening to see what marching band is out practicing.
   
   Spoiler 
  Hide check!  (1d20+10)[ 20 ] 
  Spot check!  (1d20+5)[ 13 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Morph Bark: A small company of soldiers, which THOG spots to be about ten men strong, halts their march in front of the barn. " Alright men, " one of them at the front in a slightly more decorative uniform speaks, " we'll hold a break here for two hours, then we shall continue our way towards Mowville. Don't wander off. Jag-sun, you scout the area. " One of the soldiers, with pointy ears and a green-red striped face, gives a nod and walks into the trees, disappearing from sight.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cieyrin: THOG
  Thinking he's going unnoticed for the time being, THOG turns back to the others and puts up 10 fingers and points out the barn door. He then raises his hands out towards the others and raises his eyebrows in a questioning type manner. THOG turns back to the platoon element and tries to look for some insignia on any of the soldiers, especially the commander, to determine from where they hail.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Spotting some insignia:  (1d20+5)[ 20 ] 
  Untrained Knowledge(Nobility and Royalty) to recognize heraldry spotted:  (1d20+1)[ 5 ]  (common knowledge only, due to being untrained)
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lix Lorn: 'Emily' looks at them too, eyes narrowed. She runs a finger along the handle of her sheathed kukri, lovingly.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Morph Bark: As the pair spies upon the soldiers, they can clearly see a yellow-and-black cat upon their uniforms, most visibly on the captain's as the others' have more dust on them from the march. The rest of their uniforms is a dark green, but THOG is unable to recognize it (neither is 'Emily', for that matter - or Ned).