The Domain of Greyhawk Rhenee Barge, beneath Zagig's Bridge
Starday, Readying 15th, 591 CY
noon, clear skies
The map clearly depicts Dyvers, a large city some distance to the west, built at the mouth of the Velverdyva River. Neither Imagen nor Lover have been there before, but it is common knowledge that they are a rival to the much larger Free City of Greyhawk.
Various landmarks are drawn on the map as well as the different districts of the city. However, in bright red ink, there are strange lines and circles made overlapping the rest of the map. There are also three simple sigils sketched near the four cardinal points of the compass. There is a circle to the west, a square to the north, a triangle to the east, and a eight-pointed star to the south.
If this is a treasure map, the significance of where the riches are hidden are lost on both Lover and Imagen. The Guild was quite interested in possessing it, nonetheless.
"Hmmm, I guess I was expecting a little more 'x marks the spot' type of deal, but we can work with this."
ReplyDeleteLover stares at the map several moments, "Ok, so maybe the big circle is the final location, but maybe first we need keys or little triangles from the smaller circles. Which small circle looks to give us the least amount of trouble? Potter's field?"
Imagen concurs with her lord's assessment.
ReplyDeleteShe confers with the captain about how to get to Dyvers. She understands that the Western Road is the fastest, but that way is best avoided right now.
Is the Yarpick navigable? If so, then that might be best, to take that to Beltander, and find a way to the Serault.
Otherwise we'll have to stay on the boat all the way to One Ford and find our way West then.
Also, she gets a shovel.
The captain advises Imagen to cross the Selintan at Zagig's Bridge, then take the left branch of the road to Nearmarsh. From there, head eastward where you might join up with the Western Road. True, there might be more traffic going that way, but since relations between Greyhawk & Dyvers has grown more strained, fewer folk seem to travel that way. Besides, from what Ashe tells him, The Guild will be more interested in finding the last known bearer of the map. Imagen & Lover are not top priorities (though Imagen has other reasons to be looking over her shoulder).
ReplyDeleteOnce the companions reach Maraven, they will be in the clear. The Merchants' Guild based in Dyvers are on the lookout for agents from Greyhawk. The mercenary companies in their employ do not suffer members of the Thieves' Guild to be poking about. It will be a journey of a little over a week to reach The City of Sails (if all goes well).
Reulon agrees with the Rhenee's assessment. He himself will be heading that way. "Likely my new route will be from Dyvers to Furyondy over the Velverdyva. Business with Greyhawk is just too messy. Especially now."
OOC: Pick-up whatever ordinary gear you wish from the bargefolk. Nothing extraordinary. Don't forget to divvy up the potions. And don't forget to keep track of the added weight.
Imagen consider's the captain's advice. Although she harbors doubts about her safety traveling along the Western Road, to do anything else would turn it into a journey of months.
ReplyDeleteImagen concurs with this advice, and will get off with Lover and Zagig's.
Imagen and Lover join Reulon as they all climb into a tiny flat-bottomed skiff that seems barely able to support the weight of the passengers. The young Rhenee that poles the craft over the water is very skilled, however, and the vessel easily glides across the river.
ReplyDeleteShortly, the three companions are on the other side clambering up the muddy riverbank towards the road up above. The Rhenee lad waves good-bye and offers them some words that sound friendly (but nobody can understand a word). Soon he is off again, poling towards the barge which is preparing to depart. Ashe can be seen standing on deck. She holds up her hand in farewell as the vessel continues down the Selintan.
The three travelers head down the trail towards Nearmarsh. Reulon keeps to himself and walks several paces behind the others. He has only the little bit of gear he carries over his shoulder. The walk takes the remainder of the day, but luckily, the village can be seen up ahead just as the sun is beginning to set.
Nearmarsh is a small but comfortably quaint little town. Imagen keeps her eyes peeled for any folk that might be Guild agents. They stop at the local inn for a bite to eat and a couple rooms. It would seem that the only trouble the common folk have seen around these parts for the last few years was a hag that used to haunt the river a while back. Occasionally, adventurers will stop by on their way to explore the ruins of Castle Greyhawk to the north (but Lover has bad memories of that place). All has been very quiet lately.
The next morning the group continues on. The land flattens out considerably with the Cairn Hills that earlier loomed to the north disappearing. That night, the weary travelers make camp near the crossroads where the Western Road winds off towards Maraven in one direction and Ford Keep in the other.
On the second full day of the journey, trees can blurrily be seen in the distance to the south. It is the Gnarley Wood. As the road stretches on, it keeps to the north of the treeline.
Just as the companions are beginning to consider making camp once again, a figure can be seen running towards the road in the distance from the direction of the forest. It looks as though he will cross the trail some ways ahead of the group. As Imagen & Lover continue watching, the figure starts to head across the road. He seems to pause for a moment, looking in the group's direction. Then he looks back towards the wood a moment, before dashing across the road and into the fields on the opposite side. He seemed to be a man with long, dark hair and high leather boots. Two axes hung from his belt.
Glancing the way he came, more figures have appeared. They seem to be quite a motley crew. Some are smaller than a human, while at least one is quite a bit bigger and runs with a strange gait. They seem to be following the general course of the first man. It seems that if the group continues onward, they will cross paths with some of these other humanoid creatures.
OOC: Imagen, Lover -- Please deduct 8 sp from each of your sheets (for room & board). Also, subtract one day of trail rations for each of you. If happen to not have any, you gain the fatigued condition.
Imagen knows what's it like to be a lone person hunted by a motley crew, and the scene before her really kickstarts her heart. Even if she can't help herself, to have another person's drama play out in front of her and do nothing is intolerable and she has no intention to just go away mad. While she can't stop the whole of the Scarlett brotherhood today, she can at least make sure that there is one less person hunted down in the dark woods in the same ol' situation.
ReplyDelete"Lover," she whispers to her compatriot quietly. "Me thinks yon group 'tis a haughty band of bandits that wish to run down our friend with the fine axes. Having been treated so poorly in GreyHawk, I'm in no mood to let banditry have its way so openly. Continue on and be wary. You may parlay as you like, but be ready to strike on the instant when the signal is given. I know you won't miss the signal because it will given by the first man that screams.
"Also," she says, "please carry the shovel."
She hands him the shovel, and slips off the road, taking an arc to put her behind the approaching band.
OOC: Stealth check 14 + 7 = 21.
Hopefully after this fight they can find a town or something and get some rations.
When they reach Nearmarsh, Lover sheepishly whispers to Imagen, "Say, uh, I seem to have misplaced my gold. I don't normally do this, but could you spot me this once? I promise to pay you back."
ReplyDeleteLater, in the woods, Lover is dumbfounded when Imagen hands him a shovel and runs off into the woods. This journey has been a bit tiresome, and he hasn't had anything to eat since Nearmarsh. Perhaps these people are friendly. Lover was in no mood to battle,
"Hello there, friends!" he shouts to no one in particular. "What brings you fine folks out for a stroll through the woods?"
OOC: Diplomacy check: 19+2(CHA) = 21
As Imagen slips into cover, she thinks back to the events of Nearmarsh, when she handed over the last of her silver to cover Lover's board and bed.
ReplyDeleteIf these bandits have neither coin nor victuals, neither of them will be eating for a while. She draws the dagger Widowmaker.
Imagen steals off the roadway and ducks into the tall grasses off the south side. The approaching strangers do not seem too concerned with her, and as Lover calls out to them in his usual jovial manner, their attention if drawn away from her quite well.
ReplyDeleteTwo of the band are apparently goblins, and they cross the road first, about forty feet in front of Lover. They do not reply to the warrior, but continue north. A third is much larger, and seems to have a spotted, mangy gray hide. It turns to lover as it approaches the road and snarls at him through a dark gray muzzle.
Imagen peers through the vegetation and sees two more in the group. An orc with a crossbow, and finally -- bringing up the rear -- a gray-skinned dwarf who is huffing and puffing. She unsheathes her dagger and positions herself to strike at them from their flank.
Suddenly, Imagen hears the sound of barking coming from the direction of the woods. Bounding after the dwarf is a hound of some sort. The beast is much faster than its quarry. A moment later, an elf with wild, fiery-red hair sprints from the treeline. She grips a bow in one hand. Imagen gets the sense that she is not with the others. She shouts to the dog in elvish (Imagen assumes -- she cannot understand).
OOC: Lover -- the large canine humanoid is only about twenty feet in front of you. He pauses on the road to give you an ugly look. He is very scary (Intimidate 18, causes you to be shaken for 1 round, -2 on all rolls).
Imagen -- The orc is just about to run by you. If you choose to attack, you could dash out & still get a standard action. The dwarf is still a good distance away and you're guessing that the dog will be on top of him in seconds.
How close will the orc pass by me? Is it around ten feet?
ReplyDeleteFor just a moment, Lover eyes the shovel in his hand and wonders how efficient it would be at bludgeoning. But this horrendous thought quickly passes as Lover recalls his own dog from his youth.
ReplyDeleteIn his childhood, Lover had a dog named Mr. Snickers. A small feller, at no more than 5 lb, with an enlarged apple-shaped head. The dog was a feisty little thing. He had but a single testicle, but despite his *ahem* disability, he managed to impregnate half the neighborhood mutts. Lover was fond of that dog, up until the day poor ol' Mr. Snickers had to leave for a relative's farm...literally. His mother couldn't stand the little guy, and Lover wasn't really the disciplinarian, so she had him shipped off to her uncle's farm out in the countryside. Who knows how many more mutts he's fathered since then?
"Hey there feller, what's your name?" Lover says calmly, and carefully extends his left hand to allow the dog the chance to sniff it. He keeps his eyes and head down, careful not to look the dog in the eyes, but keeps it in his periphery. He tightens his grip on the shovel, just in case, but is hopeful he does not have to use it.
Handle Animal?: 4 + 2(CHA) - 2(Intimidate) = 4
The dog is much too far away from Lover for him to respond to the offered hand. The animal seems more intent on ripping the dwarf's leg off at the moment.
ReplyDeleteThe orc is near enough that Imagen could move forward rapidly and strike -- somewhere between fifteen and twenty feet. He is moving rather quickly himself, so the distance will change in a moment. Imagen must make a choice.
The mangy, gray humanoid snorts as Lover calls out like someone speaking to a cute pet. He growls, "do you think I'm a dog?" The creature (a gnoll, by the look of him) steps forward and unsheathes a large, curving, broad-bladed sword from his back.
Meanwhile, in the distance, the dwarf turns to face the dog just as the beast is about to overtake him. The elf sees this, stops in her tracks, and draws back her bowstring.
OOC: Sorry, was thinking about a ranged attack.
ReplyDeleteBIC: Imagen licks Widowmaker, and leaps forward, the dagger snaking out, hunting for vitals. Because Widowmaker hates to go to bed hungry.
Attack: 15 + 0 = 15.
(If hit) damage: 4 + 1(whetstone) + 4 (sneak attack) = 9.
If he's still alive, Fort save DC 13.
OOC: Whoops, I misread that last part. I thought I was staring at the dog, not a dog-like creature. Ah well, them's the ropes.
ReplyDelete"Oh boy, here we go again!" Lover shouts as he whips out his shield. With no time to grab his sword he tightens his grip on the shovel.
A nice strong crack on the head might take the creature out, right? "I sure hope Imagen didn't buy the generic brand," he mumbles to himself before letting out a furious cry and charging at the creature.
Move+Free Action for shield, plus move action to go towards the creature and standard action for a melee attack w/ the shovel.
Am I still intimidated? If not, please add +2 back into these rolls.
Attack: 8 + 6 (attack bonus) - 2 (intimidated) = 12
Damage: 3 + 4 (strength) - 2 (intimidated) = 5
Imagen strikes out of the tall grass like a viper. Her blade finds an artery before the orc can turn around to defend the attack. The green-skinned humanoid stumbles forward, grasping the wound with his hand. He does not live long enough to know he hit the ground.
ReplyDeleteNot far away, Lover launches himself forward with the shovel in hand. The fearsome opponent in front of him is equally large & powerful, but even more toothy. Without much time to switch to his sword, the clumsiness of the improvised weapon becomes clear a bit too late. The blade of the shovel digs into the road, not the gnoll.
The bestial creature raises the heavy, curved blade over its head and tries to chop Lover in half. Fortunately for Lover, the gnoll was focused only on power, at the expense of accuracy. The falchion rings loudly off the stones on the ground.
OOC: In the future, it needs to be clearly stated that the whetstone is being used to sharpen your blade. We cannot simply assume you've used it. Same goes for poison. In either case, it matters little. The attack was enough to fell your opponent.
Lover, after factoring in the -4 penalty for using an improvised weapon, you miss. However, next round you will no longer be shaken.
Quickly realizing the ineffectiveness of the shovel, Lover drops it to the ground and pulls out his sword.
ReplyDelete"Why don't you be a good dog and play dead!" Lover shouts as swings the bastard sword at his canine foe.
Attack w/ Bastard Sword: 16 + 6 = 22
Damage: 3 + 4 = 7
Celladora springs through the air loosing an arrow at the grey-skinned dwarf; with her dog close at its heels. It is clear she is not used to combat however her ferocity can be seen in her eyes. Dundee must be stopped, at any cost.
ReplyDeleteAttack: 16+1 = 17
Damage: 2
OOC: How would I roll attack and damage for my dog, or am I not allowed to do that?
Lover rethinks his strategy and tosses the shovel down. He reaches for the handle of his sword and hopes he can draw before the gnoll brings the heavy blade of his weapon around for another swing.
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile, the elf maiden looses an arrow that whistles through the air and catches the dwarf in the calf. The target lets out a "GAH!" and stumbles to the ground. The dog -- who seems to have more than a little wolf blood in its veins -- catches up to its quarry, but does not attack. It stands over the dwarf barking, but seems to be waiting for further instruction.
OOC: Kathy -- I e-mailed you stats for your pet. You may have it take an action this round if you wish. I know the rounds are rather vague in this battle, but I'm keeping it that way for effect. Everything is chaotic right now and flying by fast. Giving a verbal command to your dog is a free action.
Lover -- I'll resolve your attack roll as soon as we finish up with Kathy's turn. Then everybody can go again.
Celladora whispers to her animal companion and she obeys without hesitation, lashing out at the Dwarf in a frenzy.
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Attack: 19 + 3 = 22
Damage: 4 + 3 = 7
The gray dwarf rolls onto his back and reaches for a dagger, but he is quickly silenced with a bite to the throat. It is over for him without much pain.
ReplyDeleteCelladora thinks to herself, "that a greater mercy than you gave to Frostfyre, foul monsters!" Tears begin to well up in her eyes, but she shakes them away and looks for Dundee ahead. Of the poachers, she can only spot the gnoll on the roadway quite some distance ahead. The flea-bitten creature seems engaged with a large man wearing heavy armor and carrying a shield. The goblin brothers could be anywhere. They are good at hiding.
For the briefest moments, Imagen's left arm snakes around the orc's front and holds him close, like a lover sneaking up from behind on a late Sunday morning. A moment only, then the eyes roll back and the bowels loose and she feels the body succumb to gravity's greedy pull. She's already spinning, moving away, the dagger drenched to the hilt in heart's blood.
ReplyDeleteA quick glance at the crimson-spattered maw of a dog purposefully gnawing on the throat area of the no-longer-struggling dwarf means there's no more work in that direction. But the unmistakable sound of steel on steel bellows the news that Lover is still hard-pressed.
She moves to the struggle, the gnoll and Lover weaving a web of steel and shadow and sparks in their deadly dance. Ignoring every code and curtesy of dueling, she moves to the gnoll's back.
This is no game of 'Kick-the-Ouphe."
OOC: Move action to get to the back of the gnoll, getting Flank from Lover. Sneak attack.
Attack: 6 + 0 + 2 = 8.
Whiff!
Lover raises his shield between he and his opponent to cover the drawing of his blade. He swings at the gray-furred creature and lands a blow that would fell most men. The gnoll squeals and reels back from the attack, but lunges forward with a powerful overhand chop in return (10 dm., Lover).
ReplyDeleteOut of the corner of his eye, Lover can see the lithe Imagen race up towards the road, hopefully to lend some aid.
OOC: Imagen can get there next round. Celladora is about 80 ft. away, her dog 60 ft.
Celladora glaces over to see another enemy grappling with a large and armored man. She pauses to notch a bow, breaths deeply to calm herself and lets loose an arrow. She whistles to her dog and it takes off running towards the target.
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Attack: 20 + 1 = 21
Damage: 7
Lover remains locked in mortal combat with the ferocious gnoll, and Imagen swiftly glides through the tall grasses towards the creature's flank.
ReplyDeleteJust before the dark-skinned woman can sink her blade into the mongrel's hide, an arrow hisses over her head and embeds itself into the gnoll's neck. It tries to howl, but only a pitiful sound weakly gurgles out. Like a stinky, hairy tree, it topples over onto the road.
Imagen spins around and sees the wolf-like hound bounding towards her...
OOC: You'd have no way of knowing this, Kathy, but when firing at an ememy engaged in melee with an ally, you get a -4 penalty to hit (unless you have the Precise Shot feat). I can normally take that into account even if a player forgets. As it happens, a 17 is enough to hit anyway, and your 7 damage kills your target.
Also, since you rolled a natural 20, you are threatening a critical hit. In those cases, you roll another attack die, and if that would hit, the critical is confirmed. With a longbow, a critical is the base damage x3, or 3d8. Some weapons threaten a crit on a wider range (19-20 or 18-20). Some weapons (like your sword) have a multiplier of x2.
In this instance, you don't need a critical to kill the gnoll. Normal damage was sufficient.
Everybody! For defeating an orc, a duergar, and a gnoll, each character gets 223 XP. Enter it into the XP Change field on your character sheet, and it will do the math for you. Well done!
Just as Lover is about to take another swing with his blade, the gnoll drops before him, an arrow in it's neck. Lover is grateful for the assist (that creature sure hits hard!) but was the arrow intended for his foe, or for Imagen and himself?
ReplyDelete"Good doggy. Nice boy!" Lover shouts to the wolf hound running towards them. He readies his shield and sword, just in case, "We come in peace!" Lover shouts in the direction from which the arrow sprung.
OOC: Diplomacy check: 19+2(CHA) = 21
As the arrow sings past her ear and gnoll drops lack a sack of bricks, Vauban's 32nd principle comes to the fore of Imagen's mind: "A 2-on-1 fight is the mother of a 1-on-1 fight."
ReplyDeleteFacing a battledog head-on is neither her forte not her taste. Especially when an armored ally is so close to hand.
Imagen turns on an extra burst of speed, using her lead on the dog to get behind Lover.
She take the moment of relative safety behind the fighter's back to scan the other side of the road. There are still three other bipeds as yet unaccounted.
OOC: Perception check 17 + 6 = 23.
Celldora sees the enemy has fallen and calls to her dog, encouraging it to return to her. She hears the large man and replies "I am chasing my enemy, I mean you no harm. Thank you for your helping in defeating these foes." She then turns to where she last saw Dundee through the woods and once again begins her pursuit.
ReplyDeleteThe dog returns to the elf's side, and the survivors are able to catch their breath for a moment.
ReplyDeleteLooking north for the man and the two goblins who fled that way, nothing can be seen of any of them. The landscape north of the road consists of gently rolling meadows that gradually rise to the western arm of the Cairn Hills. The region between the road and the hills is dotted with farmsteads here and there. There are a handful of fields visible and also some pastureland. No sign of the elf's quarry, however.
Lover turns his head to the south and gazes at the sky over the Gnarley Forest. The clouds are growing very dark that way, and a chill wind starts to blow. Soon it will be night and with the coming of the dark will come a storm.
Satisfied that that there is no current danger, Imagen quickly changes gears so that she can take care of the alpha priority: Survival.
ReplyDeleteTwo quick steps bring her to the gnoll's corpse, and she searches and strips the body with the efficiency of a woman who knows her job.
Knowing the fickleness of her companion, while she works, she asks of Lover, "Will we be going after her? Two goblins. Alone in the dark. Bad odds without at least three."
Everything that can be taken from the gnoll and shoved into a backpack is. She quickly finishes with the gnoll and moves to do the same with the orc and dwarf before following Lover, whichever direction he heads.
OOC: In all likelihood I'll take everything but their armor, and sort through it later. But the gnoll can keep the arrow. =)
Lover looks to the sky, "I think we should find shelter." He sounds tired. His stomach grumbles. He hasn't eaten all day, "And food."
ReplyDeleteHe had no interest chasing after some unknown foe. It was true their group was too small. They would need to recruit. But not now.
"Let's keep going," he said, his voice full of hesitation. The ginger elf sure did shoot well. They could use someone like that. He stood motionless, mind racing.
"Argh, fine. Wait up! Come back!" he shouts as loud as he can in the direction she ran, "We can help you!"
The elven woman begins to head north from the road, her dog at her side. Imagen drops to one knee and sorts through the gnoll's belongings.
ReplyDeleteLover is concerned by the weather that is growing more menacing by the moment. But after noticing that the elf is nearly out of sight, he calls after her & follows.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
OOC: Imagen can plunder a half-full wineskin, a day's worth of rations (some partially moldy bread, some dried meat, and a handful of berries), a dagger, 14 sp, and a leather bag of various trinkets (some assorted teeth, a few white feathers, some colored pebbles, an orange mushroom, and a patch of what appears to be horsehide). All of it weighs 5 lbs. The falchion weighs 8 lbs.
To search the orc & duergar, you'd need at least a couple more rounds. They're not near you at the moment.
Celladora, you may make a Knowledge (Nature) check, if you wish.
Imagen curses the necessity of haste and the coming storm. She calls out to the group to wait, and she shoves the lot and the nearby shovel into her pack and lopes off after the fighter as fast as the unwieldy bundle will let her, hungrily stuffing down the course rations.
ReplyDeleteCelladora notices the weather has worsened, and hearing individuals pursuing her she turns. "Are you also pursuing Dundee?" She asks of the individuals. She would be grateful for any help, Dundee seems to have surrounded himself with more friends than she was expecting and has escaped; yet again.
ReplyDeleteImagen washes down the last of the moldy bread with a mouthful of sour wine and steps up as Lover stares silently agape at what he apparently finds a lovely elf.
ReplyDeleteImagen takes the opportunity to use a body-stance that she doesn't often get to bring out, that of Equal.
Laughingly, she starts, "You must forgive my companion, he's not eaten in two days and doesn't have the most level head at the best of times. In truth we've no idea who this 'Dundee' is, but we saw an elf pursuing a gnoll and leapt to your aid. If you wish to pursue him farther this night, even though I'm no tracker..."
Imagen gazes at the direction that the human and two goblins went in.
"...the approaching night and storm will probably cover any slim tracks an experienced woodsman would leave. Worse, we might be caught in this storm away from shelter, and face an uncertain night. If I may be so bold, let us retire to the battle-site and finish policing up the gear of those we have slain. This might accomplish two things. First, we might scrape together enough coin to convince one of these farmhouses to shelter us for the night. Also, you might find some clue among their possessions of this Dundee's next move.
"Come morning, after a warm night and a good sleep, the new day may bring fresh ideas, or at least a decent light with which to track.
"What say you?"
Celladora considers for a moment, "you are correct, searching through their things might provide clues." She hesitates at the thought of stopping after having finally convinced herself the task must be done. However these others have made a good point, if she cannot track him she cannot continue forward. "I will go with you," she says hoping that that might be of help to her later.
ReplyDeleteImagen's face brightens like a schoolgirl at HarvestFest.
ReplyDelete"Excellent!" she says. She gives a little hop and skips off to where the still-cooling corpses lay.
She looks around a little trying to get an idea of which farmstead is nearest. The sooner they're out of this and under a welcoming roof the better.
The wind whips up and the travelers feel a cold gale surge over the Gnarley to the south. The sky grows ever darker and the clouds loom closer every passing moment. The grasses around the dead bodies sway violently to and fro.
ReplyDeleteGlancing over the corpses, little can be found of value or interest. Each of the poachers carry a few scant pieces of gear for surviving off the land and some minor coinage (a total of 18 silver pieces and 6 gold). One object is of particular notice, however. Around the gray dwarf's neck (tucked under his studded leather jerkin) is a tiny bottle perhaps only large enough to hold a ladies perfume. It is strung on a thread that seems to glitter despite the fact that there is no sunlight shining at the moment.
No farmsteads are immediately visible, but there should be some nearby. The land in the area is very arable for farming and grazing of livestock.
OOC: Imagen, you may make a Perception check. Celladora, please roll a Knowledge (Nature) check.
OOC: Everyone add 6 sp and 2 gp.
ReplyDeletePerception check 7 + 6 =13.
BIC: Imagen relieves the body of the small bottle, and, grasping it by the cord, offers it to Celladora. "Know you aught of this trinket? I've not seen it's like before. 'Tis a magical potion, to be sure, but one that gives off it's own light must be rare indeed. Let us meditate on this as we walk. The sooner we're under shelter the better."
Knowledge nature check: 17
ReplyDeleteCelladora accepts the trinket and frowns unsure of what the item is "I am unaware of its function but hope to understand it soon." She then looks to the sky for an answer.
The priestess can see by the movement of the clouds that there is something queer about the patterns. She has lived in the Gnarley Forest her whole life -- quite a long time -- and has become quite familar with the behavior of the weather in all the seasons. Something is not quite right.
ReplyDeleteThe trinket, too, is very curious. If Celladora were to venture a guess without subjecting the item to more detailed study, she would say the thread is woven from the hair of some fey creature. Perhaps a nymph.
Thunder can be heard rumbling and the clouds grow nearly black over the trees just to the south. Celladora thinks that the skies are looking like conditions ripe for a tornado (though they are very rare in this region and unheard of this time of year).
"Seriously guys, I have a bad feeling about this," Lover says as he continues to stare at the sky. "We need to find a barn or something, and fast." Lover begins to jog in the direction he believes a farm to be.
ReplyDeleteSatisfied that they've done all they can do, Imagen nods to herself once, and lopes off after Lover. The region between the road and the hills ought to be dotted with farmsteads. Surely one of them would shelter travelers from a harsh storm?
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