Clarion looks around to make sure there are no more invaders present then quickly runs to Trick and attempts to dress some of his wounds so that the bleeding doesn't get worse.
This isn't the first time that Clarion has seen wounds from a wolf. Spending life in the forest and woods have helped him. Slowly tending to his companion he is able to stop the bleeding, and stabilize Trick, refusing to let him pass into the void.
"So we should probably keep watch through the night. I'll take the first shift." Clarion is relieved to see that Trick is doing better even though he has doubts as to his utility on this journey. Time will tell and if things continue in the current trend, it could get interesting before they get to Phandalin.
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Wracoria runs over to Trick, distraught that she was unable to protect him. She examines his wounds, hoping there might be something she could do to help him with them.
Medicine Check: 14
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Rushing to her campaigns aide, Wracoria tries her best at medicine. Clarion was able to stop the bleeding and feign death for the halfling, and there isn't much else she can do except wait and watch over his body as he sleeps and naturally comes back to conscientiousness.
Even if she didn't show it, Callista was glad the grumpy Halfling was not at Kelemvor's door. "Second watch is mine,"she claimed. The tiefling doubted, she would get much sleep, and set about trying her best to move away the bloodied and battered wolf corpses from the clearing. They needed the rest, and more wild animals was not what the cleric ordered.
Grunting mildly at the effort, the tiefling dragged them off as much as she could, beads of sweat dotting her horned forehead. Menial work was not her forte.
OOC: Is there a roll I need to make to clear up the clearing?
Crane goes to retrieve her boomerang, and looks over the carnage. "I'll give one thing for the city... Not often do you get attacked by hungry wolves."
Clarion had initially been distracted helping Trick and prepping the encampment against future attack before he realized Callista had completed the cleanup. "Hey Callista, thanks for clearing things out and offering for the second watch. See if you can get some sleep, we all could use rest. Yes, Crane, this is not like the city but wait until a traitorous sorcerer decides to send a pack of bewitched stallions at you, yeah, that was a close one." Clarion remembers back to one of his many encounters from previous journeys. "There are worse things than hungry wolves out there as I'm sure you are aware. Try to get some sleep."
Clarion helps Wracoria find a comfortable place for Trick in his tent. He seems to be out of danger for now. Clarion takes his watch and thinks back on his Uncle Palin and remembers songs of longing and mourning that helped keep his memory fresh in his mind. He doesn't want to make noise so he just remembers in his mind "...sleep now, you have come to journeys end ... white gulls are calling ... you and I shall meet again ..." He says out loud to Crane as she heads to her tent to sleep. "It's too bad we can't just sit around and play some mournful tunes. I'm sure it would help Trick and it would help me as well." He heaves a heavy sigh and takes his position as first watch.
After an uneventful watch Clarion wakes Callista and turns the watch over to her. "Nothin happenin of interest." He yawns. "You know the drill, wake us if anything suspicious comes up. I heard some wolves howling in the far distance but up close it has been complete silence. Either they aren't concerned with the group that attacked here or they don't know about any of this. Either way they never sounded closer than a few miles. I think I'll turn off for the night. Talk to you in the morning." Clarion wanders over to his setup and packs in for the rest of the night hoping to complete a few hours of real sleep.
Some...thing stood there in shadow, its eyes aglow like red embers. Callista felt the the mild prickling sensation that accompanied the burst of arcane might. It sent shivers down her spine. Her master was behind her; unaware and deep in his summoning chant. She crawled, a bruised and bloodied shell of herself until the pain was too much.
Her hand reached out to the shadow, while the earth shook beneath her form.
It shook.
And again, it shook. Her eyes open, foggy in sleep and disorientated. She stared at Clarion in a haze, almost trying to remember him and this place. In a flash, it came up to her. Phandalin, yes, they had been hired by that fool of a dwarf. There had been wolves too. Shaking off her stupor, she let Clarion quietly settle for the night. Wildlife and forests were not her forte. Give her cities and libraries, then she'd know what to do.
The second watch had been uneventful even if the tiefling had been twitchy. Boring, even, which in their case was excellent news. No more wolves to take them as prey. With sleep in her eyes, she roused the next one for the watch.
The last nights watch went uneventful. The few howling of wolves and other beast of the forest, but nothing closer than a quarter of a mile at the closest. As the final watch commenced and the rest of the group woke up, they packed up their belongings and threw them on the wagon. Beginning to set off on another adventure for the day. Trick awakes the morning restless, but alive.
The next couple of days went without incident, there were no animals that came to close to the group whether it be during the day and their travels or at night while camping even though they kept watch just in case. They spent time enjoying Crane's lute playing skills, as well as learning about each other.
While a day or so out from their calculations the group comes to a long bend in the road.
As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
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Anxious as she was, Callista stumbled from her sleep, bleary-eyed and yawning. If it wasn't dreams that kept her tossing and turning, it was the idea, that wolves were outside in the forest salivating to tear her apart. Despite being paid to guard, the tiefling did catch a doze or two in the back of the cart. Blessed magic, that the days after, there were no wolves. It made the warlock brighter once she caught up on her beauty sleep. Wit needed time to rest, didn't it?
The dead horses and arrows sprouting from them like dead flowers made it readily apparent that something wasn't right. Cocking her head, she muttered under breath. "Unless wolves have thumbs, I think, we have some humanoid company." Her yellow-eyed gaze went flat as she stared around them. The tiefling was a quick learner. This time, she hoped not to be surprised.
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"Keep your eyes open everyone, like Cally says, we may have unwanted company. Everyone stay safe and keep a sharp eye out." Clarion makes sure he stays close to the wagon and keeps his senses heightened for anything unusual. He nocks an arrow just in case.
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Trick has been weary the past few days since the wolves attacked, keeping to the center of the group in travel but still reserved. Seeing the dead horses causes another rush of fear and adrenaline as his gaze nervously darts around the scene before him, searching for any new threat.
As the rest of the party looked about, Trick was just able to make out at the corner of his eye movement in the trees off to his right. He couldn't tell if it were just the wind or a beast. The forest was quiet, with no movement.
Clarion spins quickly in that direction, arrow at the ready. He tries to use the wagon as cover and calls out, "Identify yourself, who goes there!" Clarion knows he can hit anything with an arrow at almost any distance in almost any cover but he needs to know what he is shooting at before he kills. He prides himself on his control but knows it only takes one mistake to kill an innocent.
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Clarion looks around to make sure there are no more invaders present then quickly runs to Trick and attempts to dress some of his wounds so that the bleeding doesn't get worse.
medicine Attempting to stabilize Trick: 18
Lot's of stuff ...
This isn't the first time that Clarion has seen wounds from a wolf. Spending life in the forest and woods have helped him. Slowly tending to his companion he is able to stop the bleeding, and stabilize Trick, refusing to let him pass into the void.
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DM - Tales from Irileth: Korey ◆ Rook ◆ Grinner
"So we should probably keep watch through the night. I'll take the first shift." Clarion is relieved to see that Trick is doing better even though he has doubts as to his utility on this journey. Time will tell and if things continue in the current trend, it could get interesting before they get to Phandalin.
Lot's of stuff ...
Wracoria runs over to Trick, distraught that she was unable to protect him. She examines his wounds, hoping there might be something she could do to help him with them.
Medicine Check: 14
Roleplaying is serious business!
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Current games:
- Lost Mines of Phandelver (DnD Beyond) OOC not public - IC thread
- playing as Wracoria Yurthid (Female Dragonborn Fighter [CG])
Rushing to her campaigns aide, Wracoria tries her best at medicine. Clarion was able to stop the bleeding and feign death for the halfling, and there isn't much else she can do except wait and watch over his body as he sleeps and naturally comes back to conscientiousness.
DM - The Lost Mines of Phandelver
DM - Tales from Irileth: Korey ◆ Rook ◆ Grinner
Even if she didn't show it, Callista was glad the grumpy Halfling was not at Kelemvor's door. "Second watch is mine," she claimed. The tiefling doubted, she would get much sleep, and set about trying her best to move away the bloodied and battered wolf corpses from the clearing. They needed the rest, and more wild animals was not what the cleric ordered.
Grunting mildly at the effort, the tiefling dragged them off as much as she could, beads of sweat dotting her horned forehead. Menial work was not her forte.
OOC: Is there a roll I need to make to clear up the clearing?
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Crane goes to retrieve her boomerang, and looks over the carnage. "I'll give one thing for the city... Not often do you get attacked by hungry wolves."
Clarion had initially been distracted helping Trick and prepping the encampment against future attack before he realized Callista had completed the cleanup. "Hey Callista, thanks for clearing things out and offering for the second watch. See if you can get some sleep, we all could use rest. Yes, Crane, this is not like the city but wait until a traitorous sorcerer decides to send a pack of bewitched stallions at you, yeah, that was a close one." Clarion remembers back to one of his many encounters from previous journeys. "There are worse things than hungry wolves out there as I'm sure you are aware. Try to get some sleep."
Lot's of stuff ...
Clarion helps Wracoria find a comfortable place for Trick in his tent. He seems to be out of danger for now. Clarion takes his watch and thinks back on his Uncle Palin and remembers songs of longing and mourning that helped keep his memory fresh in his mind. He doesn't want to make noise so he just remembers in his mind "...sleep now, you have come to journeys end ... white gulls are calling ... you and I shall meet again ..." He says out loud to Crane as she heads to her tent to sleep. "It's too bad we can't just sit around and play some mournful tunes. I'm sure it would help Trick and it would help me as well." He heaves a heavy sigh and takes his position as first watch.
Lot's of stuff ...
After an uneventful watch Clarion wakes Callista and turns the watch over to her. "Nothin happenin of interest." He yawns. "You know the drill, wake us if anything suspicious comes up. I heard some wolves howling in the far distance but up close it has been complete silence. Either they aren't concerned with the group that attacked here or they don't know about any of this. Either way they never sounded closer than a few miles. I think I'll turn off for the night. Talk to you in the morning." Clarion wanders over to his setup and packs in for the rest of the night hoping to complete a few hours of real sleep.
Lot's of stuff ...
Some...thing stood there in shadow, its eyes aglow like red embers. Callista felt the the mild prickling sensation that accompanied the burst of arcane might. It sent shivers down her spine. Her master was behind her; unaware and deep in his summoning chant. She crawled, a bruised and bloodied shell of herself until the pain was too much.
Her hand reached out to the shadow, while the earth shook beneath her form.
It shook.
And again, it shook. Her eyes open, foggy in sleep and disorientated. She stared at Clarion in a haze, almost trying to remember him and this place. In a flash, it came up to her. Phandalin, yes, they had been hired by that fool of a dwarf. There had been wolves too. Shaking off her stupor, she let Clarion quietly settle for the night. Wildlife and forests were not her forte. Give her cities and libraries, then she'd know what to do.
The second watch had been uneventful even if the tiefling had been twitchy. Boring, even, which in their case was excellent news. No more wolves to take them as prey. With sleep in her eyes, she roused the next one for the watch.
A mind as sharp as hers, needed sleep.
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Classic Crawl: The Lost City: Zanna Sparkglass | Wizard (1)
The last nights watch went uneventful. The few howling of wolves and other beast of the forest, but nothing closer than a quarter of a mile at the closest. As the final watch commenced and the rest of the group woke up, they packed up their belongings and threw them on the wagon. Beginning to set off on another adventure for the day. Trick awakes the morning restless, but alive.
The next couple of days went without incident, there were no animals that came to close to the group whether it be during the day and their travels or at night while camping even though they kept watch just in case. They spent time enjoying Crane's lute playing skills, as well as learning about each other.
While a day or so out from their calculations the group comes to a long bend in the road.
As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
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DM - Tales from Irileth: Korey ◆ Rook ◆ Grinner
Wracoria looks around, wary of an ambush
Perception: 8
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Current games:
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- playing as Wracoria Yurthid (Female Dragonborn Fighter [CG])
Anxious as she was, Callista stumbled from her sleep, bleary-eyed and yawning. If it wasn't dreams that kept her tossing and turning, it was the idea, that wolves were outside in the forest salivating to tear her apart. Despite being paid to guard, the tiefling did catch a doze or two in the back of the cart. Blessed magic, that the days after, there were no wolves. It made the warlock brighter once she caught up on her beauty sleep. Wit needed time to rest, didn't it?
The dead horses and arrows sprouting from them like dead flowers made it readily apparent that something wasn't right. Cocking her head, she muttered under breath. "Unless wolves have thumbs, I think, we have some humanoid company." Her yellow-eyed gaze went flat as she stared around them. The tiefling was a quick learner. This time, she hoped not to be surprised.
Perception: 3
OOC: Callista wants to survey their surroundings to see if they have company nearby or if the culprits left any trace.
Timezone: GMT +2
Classic Crawl: The Lost City: Zanna Sparkglass | Wizard (1)
"Keep your eyes open everyone, like Cally says, we may have unwanted company. Everyone stay safe and keep a sharp eye out." Clarion makes sure he stays close to the wagon and keeps his senses heightened for anything unusual. He nocks an arrow just in case.
perception: 10
Lot's of stuff ...
Trick has been weary the past few days since the wolves attacked, keeping to the center of the group in travel but still reserved. Seeing the dead horses causes another rush of fear and adrenaline as his gaze nervously darts around the scene before him, searching for any new threat.
Perception check: 12
As the rest of the party looked about, Trick was just able to make out at the corner of his eye movement in the trees off to his right. He couldn't tell if it were just the wind or a beast. The forest was quiet, with no movement.
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"In the trees. 3 o'clock." Trick orients himself so the cart is mostly between him and whatever the source of movement was.
Clarion spins quickly in that direction, arrow at the ready. He tries to use the wagon as cover and calls out, "Identify yourself, who goes there!" Clarion knows he can hit anything with an arrow at almost any distance in almost any cover but he needs to know what he is shooting at before he kills. He prides himself on his control but knows it only takes one mistake to kill an innocent.
Lot's of stuff ...