Marius turns to look and see if the blind lady knows what she's talking about. Well, that's what he told himself he was doing, anyway.
Then he sighed, shook his head, and turned to sit beside Rey. A tiny squeak from his own coinpurse reminded him of his own plan for protecting what little coin he had.
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Stone finished his examination of the town's bodies and went back to the temple-made-inn. Seeing that Orel and Sorasuna had their work handled, the monk pulled up a chair between the door and the group huddled in the corner. After mention of being pretty to die, the monk finally added in, "Do not fear Death; it is an essential part of Life. Life cannot be without Death and the opposite is true. When I met you, I said Light had left you and Shadow took you in. This does not make you evil, nor does the Deaths of these people. Death and Shadow are not evil by their nature; they are only two of The Eight working in balance with their opposites. If you choose to live in Shadow, do not fear what brought this end for it - or they - are beings of Shadow as well and you know them."
As Stone spoke, his gaze was locked on a point across the room. When he finished his small sermon, he stood and approached the blind elf, drawing a wooden coin from a pocket of his robes and placed it in her hands, "Remember, Light and Shadow are only two sides of the same coin. The same is true of Life and Death. These are not evil by nature, it is those that are possessed by the forces which define good or evil."
The monk went to Orel to assist how he could. His knowledge of fighting undead or rampaging monsters or night was limited, but he knew enough to know that knowledge was a weapon keener than a razor.
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Sorasuna lingered by the door with the dead body on her shoulder. She listened to the monk's insightful speech. She understood the words he used, and yet she wasn't quite sure what he said applied to her. She shook her head to chase the dark thoughts away, the dragonborn shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her discomfort at the severity of the situation did not match well with the heavy mood. She turned toward the door and peeked out at the devastation left in the wake of the bats with sharp wings. She looked overhead, curious if to see if she spotted one.
After a moment, she takes a tentative step outside and crouches on the ground. She lays Missus Dudley out on the ground and thinks of something to day. "Goodbye, lady," is all she is able to come up with.
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Rey felt the wooden coin in her hand and flipped it over and over. These people, even the one she'd stolen from, were being kind to her. Nobody had been kind to her in her whole life, except Roland, and even that was debatable. She kept rubbing the wooden coin between her fingers, thinking on his words. She wasn't sure she completely understood, but she knew one thing. She wasn't evil. She just did what she had to in order to survive. And now, these people might be her only way to survive, and she might be theirs. "I'm Reycaryn. Thank you for being so kind."
Standing vigil by the door for the approaching dawn, Stone tries a hand at being grateful, "Mine are only the teachings of my people. I need no thanks." Stone fidgeted for a moment in his head, knowing that social interactions are not his forte.
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Marius looks around the room from his seat beside the blind elf. A strong scaly warrior; a lovely singer with power in her song; an orcish hunter of dark creatures; a elf preacher with more tattoos than clothing; the resourceful blind lady; and himself.
The only living creatures in a town of the damned.
"Richesss, fame, and glory," he murmured, lips barely moving. "And then I will have my revenge." The first step to fame and glory might be finding whatever sent those slasherbat things. Maybe not much riches... but that would come in time. Patience...
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"My name is Elaine," the bard introduced herself. "Kindness is subjective. I am trying to survive this night, and it is clear to me that there is more to you than meets the metaphorical eye, Thief Reycaryn. If I am to make it out of here with my pretty face intact, I have a feeling I'll be in need of your skills."
Orel ignored the conversations going on in the background as he examined the contents of the chest. He saw the illustration that Elaine had grabbed. It was odd to say the least, but he wasn't interested in the crone's background as much as he was the town's history. She had to have something. No one lived that old without having relics of the town's history. Whenever an event like this took place, there was always a link to a greater being. This was something he learned through Lillith's teachings, something he'd learned to perfect through the years. If not here, there was something in the manor on the hill.
The contents of the chest didn't seem to give any clue as to what might be happening in this town. Orel gathers a strange set of brownish papers and a collection of small paintings and walks them over to the others, "Can any of you read this? Or do any of you recognize anything from the paintings? It seems as though the crone wasn't local to Delain or Garlan." She was a mystery in herself, but that wasn't the mystery he was attempting to solve. Unless her heraldry were somehow related to this carnage...
"I'm going to check her sleeping area," he says after handing the relics over. "Maybe there's something else to find there."
Moments later he returns with what looks like it small wooden scepter. He shakes it a few times and it rattles. "A child's toy?" He asks. He's never seen children with it before, but babies are apt to be amused by anything.
Rey stood and walked to the door. The woman had to have something valuable on her. There had to be a key or something at the very least. She stepped outside and began to try to unwrap her, the stench making Rey gag. The smell was horrid. She finally gave up when her hands were covered in gore. "Shit," she said, backing off and going back into the inn. She grabbed a random blanket and used it to clean her hands as best she could.
Marius rummages through the chest after Orel moves on, and finds the box. With a deep sigh of released nervousness, he takes the silvery device out of his pack and carefully places it in the velvety indentation. He finds a blue-and-white quilt, embroidered with interesting caricatures of wild animals. He digs his own blanket out of his pack and tosses it down beside the crate. Then he tucks the box away close to the bottom of the pack, refolds the quilt neatly, and pushes it in on top.
Orel returns with what looks like it small wooden scepter. He shakes it a few times and it rattles. "A child's toy?" He asks. He's never seen children with it before, but babies are apt to be amused by anything.
"Ay, that's what it looks like. My brother and I had ones sorta like."
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Sorasuna tilted her head to the side as the elf woman came out and searched Missus Dudley's corpse before giving up and going back inside. All the dragonborn could think was, 'Yuck!' She turned and followed the elf back into the inn. She closed the door behind her, thinking it would be safer to have something between the living and whatever was out there. Everyone seemed to be searching or ransacking the place. She supposed it was fair game at this point, though she found herself wondering if someone like Missus Dudley had a few bastard children around somewhere. It seemed to her the more obvious spots were already being searched. She looked around the room wondering if there was anything overlooked.
(Investigation 9)
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As Stone briefly ventured into the street to inspect the bodies, he was taken aback by the carnage before him. No less than sixty people lie dead and mutilated on the road, most of them apparently trying to flee to safety. He sees, also, that nearly every door in the town is standing open.
Overhead, he realizes that the moon and stars have disappeared entirely. The night must be overcast indeed.
As he turns, a breath catches in his throat. Up on the hill to the west, whereupon the creepy Crain House sits, he sees a pale green light shining through the ragged trees....
After observing the party's search from the door, Stone looks at the central pillar and follows it from ceiling to floor. Usually, treasures or escape routes were centered on the holiest areas of a temple...
Dismissing the thought to more pressing matters, Stone speaks to whoever is near and listens, "There's an odd green light in the woods in case anyone cares. May give more answers than trinkets."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"At first light, I would be more than happy to travel there with you," Elaine nodded to Stone. The bard had come up empty handed in all of her searches around the room, and there was little else she could do. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I need my sleep. Shall we institute a watch schedule? Perhaps those of us who only need trance for a few hours," she eyed the two elves. "Could carry the brunt of that labor."
Without agreeing to anything, Rey made her way to a corner away from the others, and sat facing the door. Oh, she'd be keeping watch, if only to save her own hide. Once she was comfortable, or as comfortable as she was going to get, she fell into a trance.
Marius tugs his new quilt back out of his pack with a yawn. He sits down, wraps it around himself, then puts his pack in his lap. With a groan, he rolls over so the quilt covers the pack and everything else he owns.
Which isn't much. But he's seen street people fight over much less.
He looks over at Rey and his eyes crinkle in what might have been a smile.
Rest well, lady. See you in a few...
Then he closes his eyes, and soon his breathing evens out to a soft rasping.
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"Be sure to sound the alarm if anything comes through that door," Orel says, handing the scepter of rattling to Rey.
He makes his way towards his bed, and instead of laying in it he sits and leans against the wall. He keeps his shield and flail nearby and after awhile begins to close his eyes. He hopes sleep comes, and the dreams are kept at bay.
Stone plants himself just inside the doorway, facing out into the early-morning darkness. He didn't bother with the illusion of sleep or an Elven trance. Vigilance was paramount at this time. As he sat through the hours until daybreak, he thought through mantras and prayers.
Earth grant me power to stand against our foes//Fire grant us warmth in night and fury in combat//Shadow pull yourself over us to shield us from danger//Light cast yourself through me to dispel the guise of my enemies...
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Sorasuna leaned against the wall as close to the door as she could get without bothering the monk. She figured if it came to it, whatever may try to break in would have to go through her and the monk first. She grinned to herself. The circumstance, being what it was, presented an opportunity to seek glory and put her name out there. She looked around the room as everyone settled down and realized she hadn't even given her name, though she did manage to overhear a few of theirs. She shook her head chastising herself. How improper and impolite! Maybe with a few winks, she'd be better composed in the morning.
The dragonborn was a fairly light sleeper between all her coughing and hacking, so she was not too worried even if those pointy-eared folk fell totally asleep. She spent a few minutes trying to clear her throat, failing, and eventually fell asleep.
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Marius turns to look and see if the blind lady knows what she's talking about. Well, that's what he told himself he was doing, anyway.
Then he sighed, shook his head, and turned to sit beside Rey. A tiny squeak from his own coinpurse reminded him of his own plan for protecting what little coin he had.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Stone finished his examination of the town's bodies and went back to the temple-made-inn. Seeing that Orel and Sorasuna had their work handled, the monk pulled up a chair between the door and the group huddled in the corner. After mention of being pretty to die, the monk finally added in, "Do not fear Death; it is an essential part of Life. Life cannot be without Death and the opposite is true. When I met you, I said Light had left you and Shadow took you in. This does not make you evil, nor does the Deaths of these people. Death and Shadow are not evil by their nature; they are only two of The Eight working in balance with their opposites. If you choose to live in Shadow, do not fear what brought this end for it - or they - are beings of Shadow as well and you know them."
As Stone spoke, his gaze was locked on a point across the room. When he finished his small sermon, he stood and approached the blind elf, drawing a wooden coin from a pocket of his robes and placed it in her hands, "Remember, Light and Shadow are only two sides of the same coin. The same is true of Life and Death. These are not evil by nature, it is those that are possessed by the forces which define good or evil."
The monk went to Orel to assist how he could. His knowledge of fighting undead or rampaging monsters or night was limited, but he knew enough to know that knowledge was a weapon keener than a razor.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Sorasuna lingered by the door with the dead body on her shoulder. She listened to the monk's insightful speech. She understood the words he used, and yet she wasn't quite sure what he said applied to her. She shook her head to chase the dark thoughts away, the dragonborn shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her discomfort at the severity of the situation did not match well with the heavy mood. She turned toward the door and peeked out at the devastation left in the wake of the bats with sharp wings. She looked overhead, curious if to see if she spotted one.
After a moment, she takes a tentative step outside and crouches on the ground. She lays Missus Dudley out on the ground and thinks of something to day. "Goodbye, lady," is all she is able to come up with.
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
Rey felt the wooden coin in her hand and flipped it over and over. These people, even the one she'd stolen from, were being kind to her. Nobody had been kind to her in her whole life, except Roland, and even that was debatable. She kept rubbing the wooden coin between her fingers, thinking on his words. She wasn't sure she completely understood, but she knew one thing. She wasn't evil. She just did what she had to in order to survive. And now, these people might be her only way to survive, and she might be theirs. "I'm Reycaryn. Thank you for being so kind."
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Standing vigil by the door for the approaching dawn, Stone tries a hand at being grateful, "Mine are only the teachings of my people. I need no thanks." Stone fidgeted for a moment in his head, knowing that social interactions are not his forte.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Marius looks around the room from his seat beside the blind elf. A strong scaly warrior; a lovely singer with power in her song; an orcish hunter of dark creatures; a elf preacher with more tattoos than clothing; the resourceful blind lady; and himself.
The only living creatures in a town of the damned.
"Richesss, fame, and glory," he murmured, lips barely moving. "And then I will have my revenge." The first step to fame and glory might be finding whatever sent those slasherbat things. Maybe not much riches... but that would come in time. Patience...
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"My name is Elaine," the bard introduced herself. "Kindness is subjective. I am trying to survive this night, and it is clear to me that there is more to you than meets the metaphorical eye, Thief Reycaryn. If I am to make it out of here with my pretty face intact, I have a feeling I'll be in need of your skills."
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Orel ignored the conversations going on in the background as he examined the contents of the chest. He saw the illustration that Elaine had grabbed. It was odd to say the least, but he wasn't interested in the crone's background as much as he was the town's history. She had to have something. No one lived that old without having relics of the town's history. Whenever an event like this took place, there was always a link to a greater being. This was something he learned through Lillith's teachings, something he'd learned to perfect through the years. If not here, there was something in the manor on the hill.
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The contents of the chest didn't seem to give any clue as to what might be happening in this town. Orel gathers a strange set of brownish papers and a collection of small paintings and walks them over to the others, "Can any of you read this? Or do any of you recognize anything from the paintings? It seems as though the crone wasn't local to Delain or Garlan." She was a mystery in herself, but that wasn't the mystery he was attempting to solve. Unless her heraldry were somehow related to this carnage...
"I'm going to check her sleeping area," he says after handing the relics over. "Maybe there's something else to find there."
Moments later he returns with what looks like it small wooden scepter. He shakes it a few times and it rattles. "A child's toy?" He asks. He's never seen children with it before, but babies are apt to be amused by anything.
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Rey stood and walked to the door. The woman had to have something valuable on her. There had to be a key or something at the very least. She stepped outside and began to try to unwrap her, the stench making Rey gag. The smell was horrid. She finally gave up when her hands were covered in gore. "Shit," she said, backing off and going back into the inn. She grabbed a random blanket and used it to clean her hands as best she could.
(Investigation 5)
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Marius rummages through the chest after Orel moves on, and finds the box. With a deep sigh of released nervousness, he takes the silvery device out of his pack and carefully places it in the velvety indentation. He finds a blue-and-white quilt, embroidered with interesting caricatures of wild animals. He digs his own blanket out of his pack and tosses it down beside the crate. Then he tucks the box away close to the bottom of the pack, refolds the quilt neatly, and pushes it in on top.
Orel returns with what looks like it small wooden scepter. He shakes it a few times and it rattles. "A child's toy?" He asks. He's never seen children with it before, but babies are apt to be amused by anything.
"Ay, that's what it looks like. My brother and I had ones sorta like."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Sorasuna tilted her head to the side as the elf woman came out and searched Missus Dudley's corpse before giving up and going back inside. All the dragonborn could think was, 'Yuck!' She turned and followed the elf back into the inn. She closed the door behind her, thinking it would be safer to have something between the living and whatever was out there. Everyone seemed to be searching or ransacking the place. She supposed it was fair game at this point, though she found herself wondering if someone like Missus Dudley had a few bastard children around somewhere. It seemed to her the more obvious spots were already being searched. She looked around the room wondering if there was anything overlooked.
(Investigation 9)
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
As Stone briefly ventured into the street to inspect the bodies, he was taken aback by the carnage before him. No less than sixty people lie dead and mutilated on the road, most of them apparently trying to flee to safety. He sees, also, that nearly every door in the town is standing open.
Overhead, he realizes that the moon and stars have disappeared entirely. The night must be overcast indeed.
As he turns, a breath catches in his throat. Up on the hill to the west, whereupon the creepy Crain House sits, he sees a pale green light shining through the ragged trees....
After observing the party's search from the door, Stone looks at the central pillar and follows it from ceiling to floor. Usually, treasures or escape routes were centered on the holiest areas of a temple...
Dismissing the thought to more pressing matters, Stone speaks to whoever is near and listens, "There's an odd green light in the woods in case anyone cares. May give more answers than trinkets."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"At first light, I would be more than happy to travel there with you," Elaine nodded to Stone. The bard had come up empty handed in all of her searches around the room, and there was little else she could do. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I need my sleep. Shall we institute a watch schedule? Perhaps those of us who only need trance for a few hours," she eyed the two elves. "Could carry the brunt of that labor."
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Without agreeing to anything, Rey made her way to a corner away from the others, and sat facing the door. Oh, she'd be keeping watch, if only to save her own hide. Once she was comfortable, or as comfortable as she was going to get, she fell into a trance.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Marius tugs his new quilt back out of his pack with a yawn. He sits down, wraps it around himself, then puts his pack in his lap. With a groan, he rolls over so the quilt covers the pack and everything else he owns.
Which isn't much. But he's seen street people fight over much less.
He looks over at Rey and his eyes crinkle in what might have been a smile.
Rest well, lady. See you in a few...
Then he closes his eyes, and soon his breathing evens out to a soft rasping.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Be sure to sound the alarm if anything comes through that door," Orel says, handing the scepter of rattling to Rey.
He makes his way towards his bed, and instead of laying in it he sits and leans against the wall. He keeps his shield and flail nearby and after awhile begins to close his eyes. He hopes sleep comes, and the dreams are kept at bay.
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Stone plants himself just inside the doorway, facing out into the early-morning darkness. He didn't bother with the illusion of sleep or an Elven trance. Vigilance was paramount at this time. As he sat through the hours until daybreak, he thought through mantras and prayers.
Earth grant me power to stand against our foes//Fire grant us warmth in night and fury in combat//Shadow pull yourself over us to shield us from danger//Light cast yourself through me to dispel the guise of my enemies...
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Sorasuna leaned against the wall as close to the door as she could get without bothering the monk. She figured if it came to it, whatever may try to break in would have to go through her and the monk first. She grinned to herself. The circumstance, being what it was, presented an opportunity to seek glory and put her name out there. She looked around the room as everyone settled down and realized she hadn't even given her name, though she did manage to overhear a few of theirs. She shook her head chastising herself. How improper and impolite! Maybe with a few winks, she'd be better composed in the morning.
The dragonborn was a fairly light sleeper between all her coughing and hacking, so she was not too worried even if those pointy-eared folk fell totally asleep. She spent a few minutes trying to clear her throat, failing, and eventually fell asleep.
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status