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Landrae seems momentarily frozen, and faintly mutters to herself as she seats to move, slower to react than the rest of the group.
She starts a steady run towards the charging horse, gauging its panicked gallop, readying herself like a coiled spring as the horse keeps coming at them. "Say something nice at my funeral if this doesn't end well..." She leaps as the beast thunders past her, trying to take a hold a slow the charge from the saddle.
Movement: 25ft towards the horse
Action: Ready. As the horse comes into her reach, Landrae will try jump onto it's back (Acrobatics: 21), then use the reigns and squeeze with her thighs to control the mount (Animal Handling: 17)
Using Inspiration on the Animal Handling check - 8
5#Landrae, you position in front of the group in an attempt to mount the Warhorse. As the animal thunders past, you hook your outreach arm and grasp the creature's muscular neck and bridle. Momentum launches you from your feet, as you quickly swing around to mount the horse's saddle. You can feel the Warhorse's rapid heartbeat through your thighs and calves, as you firmly but gently pull back on the reigns. The Warhorse begins skidding to a stop. The Warhorse gets with 5ft of Bethany, raises up on its hind legs, and kicks with its front hooves narrowing missing inches away from her raised shield. Landrae feels the horse begin to shiver and take heavy breathes as its demeanor begin to change from one of terror, to calming.
Seeing Landrae take control of the enormous horse and stop it before it crushed them all, Marva takes a deep breath and staggers over to the side of the road. She sits against a wall, puts her head in her hands, and just breathes for a few moments. Then she says weakly, “Someone get those kids out of the road. I think I’m only scaring them more.” And a little louder, “Well done, Landrae, well done. You have my thanks, most certainly.”
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Landrae keeps her grip, albeit barely, her knuckles white as she struggles with the reins, the horse rearing in front of Bethany. The horse brings it's forelegs back to the ground and Landrae can feel the restlessness through every muscle; releasing the reins a little, flexing her hand to encourage the blood to resume its normal flow she gently strokes it's withers doing all she can to help calm the beast down, whispering calmly into its ear "Shhh, that's a good horse, calmy now.".
Looking around, she sees the children safe, Mio and Marva congratulating her. She flourishes her hat and bows her head in recognition of her appreciative audience, "Thankyou friends, sadly there shall be no encore. Be sure to stick around for the next act, I think I am in need of a breather after that performance." Landrae dismounts, feeling the rush of adrenaline subside, she wobbles ever so slightly - hopefully correcting herself before anyone sees it. "Now, perhaps there is someone missing a horse nearby?"
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Ruanathi, with a wave of his hand, causes the weeds and vines he summoned to disappear. "I now stand doubly in your debt, Mistress Bard," he remarks to Landrae. "By day's end I shall be a poor fellow indeed."
The wood elf then scans the area, hoping to determine the warhorse's owner.
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Landrae and Ruanathi, a scent of burned flesh and hair assaults your senses as you each notice the scorch marks on the horse's thick cloth parts of its barding near its hind legs and mid-section. Raising the barding reveals the horse's stomach and hind quarter badly burned and bleeding.
A young man, a stable boy or perhaps a squire, runs up to the party while trying to catch his breath followed by a group of guards.
Young man: "Thank...", takes a deep breath, "...you! By the gods I need to do more cardio! I've been chasing that horse for three blocks!", he said trying to catch his breath. "Someone dropped an oil lantern from a second story window and well..," he places a comforting hand on the side of the horse, "She was still hitched to the post when the fire spread, but she managed to break free. I thank, malady, again for stopping her!"
As the young man takes the bridle, one of the guards approaches and hands the party a reward of ( 94 ) 6xplatinum pieces. "Thanks for the assist, adventures.", and returns back to his duties.
Landrae, the brief time controlling the animal reminds you of your pervious lord's armor mounts. You've always wondered what it would be like to control such an powerful animal and now you've gained firsthand knowledge of that power. (For stopping the Warhorse by mounting it you gain the Feat:Mounted Combatant.)
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Once she’s caught her breath, Marva stands and joins the others at the horse’s side. When she sees the injuries, she shakes her head. “Poor creature! No wonder she was bolting!” She pats the horse’s neck, wishing she could do something to ease her pain. On a whim, she clutches a platinum snowflake amulet attached to her belt and mutters a few words in Draconic that come to her mind from a poem she once read. She is startled to see a light frost spread from her hand to the horse’s burns which then heal for 4 hit points. “Well, that’s odd!”
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Marva, as you heal the horse, parts of its flesh began to clear from chard to pinkish inflamed skin. The horse's dark brown eyes fill with relief and graditude toward you.
When the boy catches up Landrae gives him a stern look, "It was lucky we happened by this stop first and could intervene." Landrae smiles genuinely as Marva take the time to heal the horse's burns, "I was just thinking the same, poor creature caught up in the flames like that!"back to the boy she adds, "Take your rest whilst you walk her back and make sure she gets properly looked after, no matter how fit you are you wouldn't have caught up with her."
Thanking the guard as he leaves and divvying up the cash between them, Landrae jokes "Maybe we'd all be better off looking for runaway horses here than travelling to Phandalin... Still, nothing particularly ballad worthy in that. Shall we off to the next stop?"
Mio being a mercenary and also caring about money, takes a minute to split the 6 platinum got from the guards. She hands out one platinum to each, taking one for herself and then putting away the remaining two platinum until they can reach the shop and trade it for 20 GP for further splitting.
As the group travel, Landrae asks her companions, "I guess that was enough horsing around around for the day, hopefully we can get through the rest of the shopping trip without running afoul of a stampede of chickens. So, what brought you all to NeverWinter? I've been here plying my trade for a while now, free board at a handful of inns isn't glamourous but it does keep thing interesting. Though it will be nice to get back on the open road, I miss my days in a travelling troupe."
Mio says, "I actually came to Neverwinter searching for mercenary jobs. I just happened to see Gundren's advertise first and it seemed like an easy enough job."
Ruanathichuckles softly at the remark about stampeding chickens. The druid then offers a bit of his background to the others. "Neverwinter Wood has been my home for as long as I can recall, but now and then I take the time to visit the city itself, using my time here to speak with a few acquaintances who can keep me informed of the world outside my forest. Gundren is one of those acquaintances."
"Well, this is mercenary work I guess... Sword for hire and all that. So it sounds like you found what you were looking for Mio. Take every small success life throws your way. How did you come to be a mercenary?" Landrae replies looking contemplating, not in a judgemental way, as though she is turning over a ball of yarn, looking at how it unravels so that she can turn it into something grander.
"And how long can you recall Ruanathi? Did you have your memory before the Wood stolen away by a hag in return for a boon, is there a dark secret hiding in your tale somewhere?"Shewinks at him before carrying on, "Ah, so you would know some pretext for our employer's motives! Excellent. How did you come by Gundren's acquaintance?"
"Marva, how about you dear? The way you rushed to save those children was both brave and selfless."
Landrae seems momentarily frozen, and faintly mutters to herself as she seats to move, slower to react than the rest of the group.
She starts a steady run towards the charging horse, gauging its panicked gallop, readying herself like a coiled spring as the horse keeps coming at them. "Say something nice at my funeral if this doesn't end well..." She leaps as the beast thunders past her, trying to take a hold a slow the charge from the saddle.
Movement: 25ft towards the horse
Action: Ready. As the horse comes into her reach, Landrae will try jump onto it's back (Acrobatics: 21), then use the reigns and squeeze with her thighs to control the mount (Animal Handling: 17)
Using Inspiration on the Animal Handling check - 8
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5# Landrae, you position in front of the group in an attempt to mount the Warhorse. As the animal thunders past, you hook your outreach arm and grasp the creature's muscular neck and bridle. Momentum launches you from your feet, as you quickly swing around to mount the horse's saddle. You can feel the Warhorse's rapid heartbeat through your thighs and calves, as you firmly but gently pull back on the reigns. The Warhorse begins skidding to a stop. The Warhorse gets with 5ft of Bethany, raises up on its hind legs, and kicks with its front hooves narrowing missing inches away from her raised shield. Landrae feels the horse begin to shiver and take heavy breathes as its demeanor begin to change from one of terror, to calming.
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Mio congratulates, "Good work Landrae! You stopped the horse!"
Seeing Landrae take control of the enormous horse and stop it before it crushed them all, Marva takes a deep breath and staggers over to the side of the road. She sits against a wall, puts her head in her hands, and just breathes for a few moments. Then she says weakly, “Someone get those kids out of the road. I think I’m only scaring them more.” And a little louder, “Well done, Landrae, well done. You have my thanks, most certainly.”
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Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Landrae keeps her grip, albeit barely, her knuckles white as she struggles with the reins, the horse rearing in front of Bethany. The horse brings it's forelegs back to the ground and Landrae can feel the restlessness through every muscle; releasing the reins a little, flexing her hand to encourage the blood to resume its normal flow she gently strokes it's withers doing all she can to help calm the beast down, whispering calmly into its ear "Shhh, that's a good horse, calmy now.".
Looking around, she sees the children safe, Mio and Marva congratulating her. She flourishes her hat and bows her head in recognition of her appreciative audience, "Thankyou friends, sadly there shall be no encore. Be sure to stick around for the next act, I think I am in need of a breather after that performance." Landrae dismounts, feeling the rush of adrenaline subside, she wobbles ever so slightly - hopefully correcting herself before anyone sees it. "Now, perhaps there is someone missing a horse nearby?"
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Ruanathi, with a wave of his hand, causes the weeds and vines he summoned to disappear. "I now stand doubly in your debt, Mistress Bard," he remarks to Landrae. "By day's end I shall be a poor fellow indeed."
The wood elf then scans the area, hoping to determine the warhorse's owner.
Perception (w/ guidance): 17
Landrae and Ruanathi, a scent of burned flesh and hair assaults your senses as you each notice the scorch marks on the horse's thick cloth parts of its barding near its hind legs and mid-section. Raising the barding reveals the horse's stomach and hind quarter badly burned and bleeding.
A young man, a stable boy or perhaps a squire, runs up to the party while trying to catch his breath followed by a group of guards.
Young man: "Thank...", takes a deep breath, "...you! By the gods I need to do more cardio! I've been chasing that horse for three blocks!", he said trying to catch his breath. "Someone dropped an oil lantern from a second story window and well..," he places a comforting hand on the side of the horse, "She was still hitched to the post when the fire spread, but she managed to break free. I thank, malady, again for stopping her!"
As the young man takes the bridle, one of the guards approaches and hands the party a reward of ( 94 ) 6xplatinum pieces. "Thanks for the assist, adventures.", and returns back to his duties.
Landrae, the brief time controlling the animal reminds you of your pervious lord's armor mounts. You've always wondered what it would be like to control such an powerful animal and now you've gained firsthand knowledge of that power. (For stopping the Warhorse by mounting it you gain the Feat: Mounted Combatant.)
Mio raises an eyebrow and says, " An oil lantern? In the middle of the day? It doesn't sound very accidental to me."
Once she’s caught her breath, Marva stands and joins the others at the horse’s side. When she sees the injuries, she shakes her head. “Poor creature! No wonder she was bolting!” She pats the horse’s neck, wishing she could do something to ease her pain. On a whim, she clutches a platinum snowflake amulet attached to her belt and mutters a few words in Draconic that come to her mind from a poem she once read. She is startled to see a light frost spread from her hand to the horse’s burns which then heal for 4 hit points. “Well, that’s odd!”
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Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
The time is currently early to mid morning. It is not uncommon for oil lanterns or candles to light at this hour.
Marva, as you heal the horse, parts of its flesh began to clear from chard to pinkish inflamed skin. The horse's dark brown eyes fill with relief and graditude toward you.
When the boy catches up Landrae gives him a stern look, "It was lucky we happened by this stop first and could intervene." Landrae smiles genuinely as Marva take the time to heal the horse's burns, "I was just thinking the same, poor creature caught up in the flames like that!" back to the boy she adds, "Take your rest whilst you walk her back and make sure she gets properly looked after, no matter how fit you are you wouldn't have caught up with her."
Thanking the guard as he leaves and divvying up the cash between them, Landrae jokes "Maybe we'd all be better off looking for runaway horses here than travelling to Phandalin... Still, nothing particularly ballad worthy in that. Shall we off to the next stop?"
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Nodding his head, Ruanathi says, "Indeed, to the next stop."
Mio being a mercenary and also caring about money, takes a minute to split the 6 platinum got from the guards. She hands out one platinum to each, taking one for herself and then putting away the remaining two platinum until they can reach the shop and trade it for 20 GP for further splitting.
As the group travel, Landrae asks her companions, "I guess that was enough horsing around around for the day, hopefully we can get through the rest of the shopping trip without running afoul of a stampede of chickens. So, what brought you all to NeverWinter? I've been here plying my trade for a while now, free board at a handful of inns isn't glamourous but it does keep thing interesting. Though it will be nice to get back on the open road, I miss my days in a travelling troupe."
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Mio says, "I actually came to Neverwinter searching for mercenary jobs. I just happened to see Gundren's advertise first and it seemed like an easy enough job."
Ruanathi chuckles softly at the remark about stampeding chickens. The druid then offers a bit of his background to the others. "Neverwinter Wood has been my home for as long as I can recall, but now and then I take the time to visit the city itself, using my time here to speak with a few acquaintances who can keep me informed of the world outside my forest. Gundren is one of those acquaintances."
"Well, this is mercenary work I guess... Sword for hire and all that. So it sounds like you found what you were looking for Mio. Take every small success life throws your way. How did you come to be a mercenary?" Landrae replies looking contemplating, not in a judgemental way, as though she is turning over a ball of yarn, looking at how it unravels so that she can turn it into something grander.
"And how long can you recall Ruanathi? Did you have your memory before the Wood stolen away by a hag in return for a boon, is there a dark secret hiding in your tale somewhere?" She winks at him before carrying on, "Ah, so you would know some pretext for our employer's motives! Excellent. How did you come by Gundren's acquaintance?"
"Marva, how about you dear? The way you rushed to save those children was both brave and selfless."
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Mio shrugs and says, "Money mostly. When you have a large family to feed, normal jobs tend to not pay as well as mercenary work and dungeon delving."