"Good question, my friend." Yawgou says, raising his arm to feel the wind blowing. He then points to the branches of the tree as they wave. "Did you not find it strange we felt no wind while traversing across the open field?"
He closes his eyes for a moment, then slowly turns to face Bear. "It's as the cat said when we first got here -- directions are of little importance. We will follow the wind."
Yawgou places a single hand on the dead tree, then uses his claws to etch a marker into its bark. Anyone that chooses to take a closer look will find the marker resembles a sun -- the symbol of Pelor -- but Yawgou doesn't directly point it out.
"We can rest here before moving on. Let's gather some wood for a fire, and set camp." (Yawgou will set his sack down at the trunk of the dead tree, then begin searching the nearby area for firewood.)
Caught unaware, Bear's greataxe is immediately in her hands, but then she relaxes a little when she sees the source of the voice. Though, she doesn't put the weapon away.
Yawgou smiles, then takes a moment to look up at the cat. "Was it not you that told us 'names are of little importance down here'?" He chuckles slightly, then goes back to gathering firewood. "It's good to see you, Moon. Any news?"
Moon ponders this for a moment. " Once, many years ago, four adventurers rent a hole in the fabric of space and time. They descended into another plane and... " He purrs. "But I do not want to give away the ending."
A look of concern flashes across Yawgou's face once the cat disappears, and he shakes his head. "My suspicions were correct. We find ourself in another plane of existence." He drops the remaining branches into a central pile, goes to his sack, pulls out his tinderbox, and begins to light the fire. "Come Bear. Come Belzaphira. Let us take a moment to have a good, long rest."
He then pulls out one of the rations he has and begins to eat quietly.
"Good question," Yawgou says, responding to Belzaphira. "I suppose...we continue moving after this. Maybe we can find the origin of those creatures who attacked us, the ones with the raven brands. Hopefully, not all of them are as...unfriendly."
(OOC: If we need to keep watch for this long rest, Yawgou will volunteer first. Perception: 22)
Bear drops onto the ground and noisily exhales. She glares at their strange surroundings. "I wish I had my pipes," she says of her bagpipes. "Father always said music calms the soul." She gives Yawgou and Belzaphira a wide-eyes look. "My soul could use some calming!" she exclaims. She takes a ration out of her pack and begins to eat it, drinking also from her waterskin.
She will volunteer for second watch. Perception: 13
The first hour of Yawgou's watch passes relatively uneventfully. The only sound to disturb the silence of the night is a raven's sharp cry.
Stealth: 7
The two elves move with skill and precision, but Yawgou spots their black cloaks in the grey grass. Long black hair cascades down their thin shoulders, and their skin is deathly pale. The first elf, a woman, speaks, while the other levels a crossbow at Yawgou's chest.
"Our Queen would have words with you." She says, her voice cold and flat.
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YAWGOU
"Hold, friend. We are mere travelers that have accidentally found ourselves stuck in the place you call home. We mean no harm, and we have no knowledge of this queen you speak of. We are currently resting after being attacked by a couple of unruly creatures. You can sit with us if you like as we rest, and we will go with you to see this queen once we are able to move."
Yawgou uses his quarterstaff to tap Bear and Belzaphira, waking them up if they hadn't woken already. "We don't want any trouble. We agree to come with you peacefully."
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YAWGOU
Yawgou taps Belzaphira again, then uses his quarterstaff to point at the elf with the drawn crossbow. His eyes squint a bit, trying to discern whether the elves bear any resemblance to the creatures that had attacked his group earlier. (He'll look for any visible brands, primarily looking for a raven brand.) Perception: 18
The elves and whatever creatures you encountered earlier are as alike as the night and the day. Black cloaks cover every inch of their skin, but the male elf has black raven tattoos running down his face and neck.
Bear Hislia jumps to her feet in a flash, her greataxe appearing in her hands — again, as if by magic. She bears her teeth at the strangers. "Who are they, Yawgou?"
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"How do we know we're moving in the right direction?" Bear asks, genuinely curious.
YAWGOU
"Good question, my friend." Yawgou says, raising his arm to feel the wind blowing. He then points to the branches of the tree as they wave. "Did you not find it strange we felt no wind while traversing across the open field?"
He closes his eyes for a moment, then slowly turns to face Bear. "It's as the cat said when we first got here -- directions are of little importance. We will follow the wind."
Yawgou places a single hand on the dead tree, then uses his claws to etch a marker into its bark. Anyone that chooses to take a closer look will find the marker resembles a sun -- the symbol of Pelor -- but Yawgou doesn't directly point it out.
"We can rest here before moving on. Let's gather some wood for a fire, and set camp." (Yawgou will set his sack down at the trunk of the dead tree, then begin searching the nearby area for firewood.)
"Why ask for my name," A voice purrs from above your head, " When you insist on calling me 'the cat'? "
The lean black cat from earlier lounges on one of the branches, a small bloody animal dangling from it's paw.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Caught unaware, Bear's greataxe is immediately in her hands, but then she relaxes a little when she sees the source of the voice. Though, she doesn't put the weapon away.
YAWGOU
Yawgou smiles, then takes a moment to look up at the cat. "Was it not you that told us 'names are of little importance down here'?" He chuckles slightly, then goes back to gathering firewood. "It's good to see you, Moon. Any news?"
"News is relative." Moon replies. "What is new to you is history to me. If future and past exchanged places, would anybody notice?"
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
YAWGOU
Yawgou continues gathering firewood, but answers Moon. "No...no I suppose not," Yawgou says, laughing. "Then tell us something from your history."
(OOC: Let me know when Yawgou would have gathered enough firewood to start a small pyre. I'll use the Tinderbox to light it.)
Moon ponders this for a moment. " Once, many years ago, four adventurers rent a hole in the fabric of space and time. They descended into another plane and... " He purrs. "But I do not want to give away the ending."
You blink once, and the cat is gone.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
YAWGOU
A look of concern flashes across Yawgou's face once the cat disappears, and he shakes his head. "My suspicions were correct. We find ourself in another plane of existence." He drops the remaining branches into a central pile, goes to his sack, pulls out his tinderbox, and begins to light the fire. "Come Bear. Come Belzaphira. Let us take a moment to have a good, long rest."
He then pulls out one of the rations he has and begins to eat quietly.
"Rest will be very welcome, after such a ridiculous stampede." Belzaphira says, sitting down to eat a bit of her own rations. "What is our next move?"
YAWGOU
"Good question," Yawgou says, responding to Belzaphira. "I suppose...we continue moving after this. Maybe we can find the origin of those creatures who attacked us, the ones with the raven brands. Hopefully, not all of them are as...unfriendly."
(OOC: If we need to keep watch for this long rest, Yawgou will volunteer first. Perception: 22)
Bear drops onto the ground and noisily exhales. She glares at their strange surroundings. "I wish I had my pipes," she says of her bagpipes. "Father always said music calms the soul." She gives Yawgou and Belzaphira a wide-eyes look. "My soul could use some calming!" she exclaims. She takes a ration out of her pack and begins to eat it, drinking also from her waterskin.
She will volunteer for second watch. Perception: 13
The first hour of Yawgou's watch passes relatively uneventfully. The only sound to disturb the silence of the night is a raven's sharp cry.
Stealth: 7
The two elves move with skill and precision, but Yawgou spots their black cloaks in the grey grass. Long black hair cascades down their thin shoulders, and their skin is deathly pale. The first elf, a woman, speaks, while the other levels a crossbow at Yawgou's chest.
"Our Queen would have words with you." She says, her voice cold and flat.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
YAWGOU
"Hold, friend. We are mere travelers that have accidentally found ourselves stuck in the place you call home. We mean no harm, and we have no knowledge of this queen you speak of. We are currently resting after being attacked by a couple of unruly creatures. You can sit with us if you like as we rest, and we will go with you to see this queen once we are able to move."
Persuasion: 8
"Our queen waits for no one. Follow us immediately or you will be escorted to her palace by force." The elf replies, her face hidden in shadow.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
YAWGOU
Yawgou uses his quarterstaff to tap Bear and Belzaphira, waking them up if they hadn't woken already. "We don't want any trouble. We agree to come with you peacefully."
Belzaphira rolls over and snorts briefly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Huh? What? Where are we going?"
YAWGOU
Yawgou taps Belzaphira again, then uses his quarterstaff to point at the elf with the drawn crossbow. His eyes squint a bit, trying to discern whether the elves bear any resemblance to the creatures that had attacked his group earlier. (He'll look for any visible brands, primarily looking for a raven brand.) Perception: 18
The elves and whatever creatures you encountered earlier are as alike as the night and the day. Black cloaks cover every inch of their skin, but the male elf has black raven tattoos running down his face and neck.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Bear Hislia jumps to her feet in a flash, her greataxe appearing in her hands — again, as if by magic. She bears her teeth at the strangers. "Who are they, Yawgou?"