Silent like a shadow Sorjen moved through the trail. Eyes peeled, hands covered by his mantle and ready to reach for steel or, maybe, even bow and arrow. It had been days since he first heard about the call of Velrosa Nandar, back in Daggerford. By then he had just returned from the High Forest, after completing basic training with his enclave, decided to search for work through the Sword Coast and make some coin. Time more than enough for the view of the road sign indicating their goal’s direction become reassuring.
“Should we stop before the evening?”He asked to no one in particular, glancing at the skies and taking in the increasingly cold air - an old friend, a faint reminder from his childhood home. Darkness meant no trouble for him, but he wasn’t sure about the rest of the group. Not to mention the effects that pushing further their time on the road could cause. Depending on what awaited them it could be disastrous to reach Nightstone tired. “I reckon we’re about ten miles from the settlement.”
Not that he was familiar with the place. Before becoming a ranger, he lived further north, beyond the Spine of the World. I just hope the giants aren’t causing trouble there too.
Way less silent in her chain mail armor, Khessa is farstriding on her long legs, almost not hindered by the heavy weapons resting on her back, a maul and a greatsword. The woman's long weavy blond hair poke out from under her helm while she turns her lively blue eyes to Sorjen: "If we are only ten miles away, I'd say we try to make it to Nightstone. No telling what the villagers are enduring, if they are really besieged by giants!" Then, after a brief pause apparently lost in her thoughts: "I wonder what is happening this days... Rampaging dragons of Tiamat before... Then, drow slavers raiding villages... And now giants too start giving trouble. Can not we have a world where peaceful people can plant and farm cabbages without risking their lives? Well, at least giants will be easier to spot than drow."
Kan is not exactly haughty, so much as abrasive in his manner of speech and the way he carries himself.
At least, you’re pretty sure Kan is a “he.” He’s a bit androgynous and the elf features don’t add masculinity. He’s about 5’11”, so perhaps too tall to pass as particularly feminine, but his hair is long, down to his hips and the small of his pack, a platinum blond river of hair. His frame is thin, petite. His face gives away little, either. All cheekbones and pale skin. Long ears framing the crown of his head. He would be pretty if not for his arrogance.
He wears black leggings, and half boots, along with a loose black shirt beneath a high collared leather breast plate, and thick leather gauntlets. A wool scarf is around his neck and shoulders, where he burrows his face against the cold. He carries a belt across his chest carrying a number of medium sized pockets.
He’s also been keeping to the center of the road, keeping Khessa between him and the dangers beyond.
“I think we should keep going. Ten miles is likely just a hop and a skip away for a giant. We’re too close to stop outside of habitation.”
Khessa turns her attention to Kan: "We shall see... "always" is a very long time. But speaking of dangers (and of giants), guys, someone of us has ever met a giant before? Some advice, apart from "avoid getting hit by oversized clubs or boulders"?"
From the front of the group, Ev’alish looks over his shoulder at the others.
”You might want to avoid the flames or the lightning as well; depends on the flavor of giant that decides to show its face.” he says to Khessa. “And I too would yearn for peace, though… less so for cabbages.”
His silver metallic scales reflect the little sun rays that are left in the sky at this time of day. A vest and pants, both rather dated-looking, cover what they need to. They do not, however, seem to be for protection from the biting cold - his draconic blood takes care of that. Across his chest is a white sash, with a pin of a certain platinum dragon god on it.
Kramyra stays in the middle of the group, keeping watch of her surroundings and listening to her new companions. Standing just shy of 6 feet, she wears a cloak of dark purple with her gray ears poking through the hood that she has drawn up over her head. Her fur is dark gray with almost black stripes and has golden eyes that pierce the night. Her tail tends to give away her mood as it swings slowly back and forth, the tip noticeable from below the cloak.
"I concur with continuing on to the settlement, I could also use a bite to eat." She pauses for a bit, "Though I must agree with silverscales up there, not cabbages."
Jor listens to his companions in silence, nodding to himself at their offered bits of wisdom. He is a 6'2" tall blue dragonborn wearing chain mail. He wears a white hooded tabard over his armor and there is a symbol upon the front; three lightning bolts radiating from a central point. The hood of his tabard is drawn up over his head and his breath wafts from it in slow measured puffs of white. Jor wears at warhammer a his hip and a shield attached to his pack. The same symbol adorns the face of the shield. In response to Khessa's question, he will say, "I have not met a giant before, no. But I have been witness to the destruction they leave in their wake. Homes crushed, fields trampled, walls knocked down... It is destruction for destruction's sake." Jor will look to the others and nod, "Aye, we should press onward. I have slept outdoors on hard ground enough in my life."
Khessa puzzled face turns some times from Ev’alish to Kramyra; finally she regains enough of her breath to state: "Cabbages are among the most healthy and delicious food mankind ever discovered! And the perfume, as you boil them in the water... You know, my family farms cabbages from generations..." Then, suddenly, sadness brings shadows in the deep of her eyes; the woman wipes away something (maybe tears?) from the eyes with the back of her hand, muttering: "...or at least they did, as long as they have been able to. Darn! The wind must have blown some dust in my eyes..." Khessa regains her composture quickly and her curiosity helps her to focus on something less painful: "...But this is the first time I meet a specimen of your kind. A sort of half dragon... and a sort of half feline... maybe you eat something entirely different, after all. I have lived all my (not yet very long) life in a small farmer's village. What do you eat usually?"
Jor will respond to Khessa's emotional exposition on the virtues of cabbage, "Too true! There is nothing quite like cabbage boiled in chicken stock and served with butter and pepper to taste. All of this talk of cabbage is giving me a Giant's appetite after days of dried meats and cheese on the road..."
Kramyra turns to Khessa, "Sorry if I have offended, my name is Kramyra and it's a pleasure to meet you. I am a Tabaxi and well, I prefer meat. Raw, dried, cooked, burnt, however it is prepared" and she licks her lips as she states this and gives off a small purring sound for any that are close enough to hear her. "Sorry, all this talk of food, I'm thinking we should walk a tad faster to get to the nearest tavern!"
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Ev’alish gives a toothy grin. “I have no adversity toward cabbages, or any vegetable for that matter. I’ll just say I had more than one time where the cabbage stew at a tavern was rather subpar. I would be willing to give it another chance.”
He looks toward the village to watch for any survivors, or a lack thereof. Perception: 4
Kramyra had heard of the falling rocks that giants threw before laying the village to waste. Wondering if those bells were a warning that the village was already under siege, she looks up to see if anything is coming from the sky.
Khessa: "All this damage... giants must have gone through the village defences. Maybe those bells ringing are a desperate request of help? I'd say to enter and check, maybe with a scout sneaking a few steps ahead to check for troubles. Against our enemies we will need every advantage we can get..."
Jor nods in agreement with Khessa, "If there were still giants here we would see them. That bell could be a cry for help or a devious trap. Scouting ahead is a sensible plan. We would be no help to others if we run headfirst into the blades of their tormentors."
"By the way", Khessa realizes "all the commotion caused by the bells will make harder for the invaders to warn each other. If nobody has a better plan, I think this might be the best moment for us to enter"
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Sorjen heard the answers of all his companions, equal parts worried and satisfied. He shared their wish to reach Nighstone fast, after all the longer they tarried the higher was the chance of finding Nadar too smashed to pay for any services, but also felt uneasy about the risks of a forced march. In the end he decided to answer with a wave of his head and followed suit in his observant silent.
Khessa’s comments about the drow surprised him. He knew about Tiamat and her dragons, being part of an enclave that paid homage to Bahamut it was practically impossible not to, but he didn’t hear about dark elf activity. The world seems crazier than when I left Mithral Hall, he though to himself as Kan voiced that there would always be danger, an opinion the ranger shared. Then Khessa started to speak about cabbages and for some reason he could not help but imagine a monk of the four elements destroying a cart full of the plants.
“Bloody Hells.” Sorjen exclaimed as the settlement entered his vision. A breached palisade, a stone fortress half ruined and its bridge not much better. His company started discussing their next steps and the idea of scouting ahead comes forth. “I believe I’m the stealthier of our group, so…”
He advanced, crouching, in the direction of the gap. Reaching its vicinity, the ranger would lean against the palisade and scan the area in front of him while hiding.
Stealth:15 Perception:17
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Silent like a shadow Sorjen moved through the trail. Eyes peeled, hands covered by his mantle and ready to reach for steel or, maybe, even bow and arrow. It had been days since he first heard about the call of Velrosa Nandar, back in Daggerford. By then he had just returned from the High Forest, after completing basic training with his enclave, decided to search for work through the Sword Coast and make some coin. Time more than enough for the view of the road sign indicating their goal’s direction become reassuring.
“Should we stop before the evening?” He asked to no one in particular, glancing at the skies and taking in the increasingly cold air - an old friend, a faint reminder from his childhood home. Darkness meant no trouble for him, but he wasn’t sure about the rest of the group. Not to mention the effects that pushing further their time on the road could cause. Depending on what awaited them it could be disastrous to reach Nightstone tired. “I reckon we’re about ten miles from the settlement.”
Not that he was familiar with the place. Before becoming a ranger, he lived further north, beyond the Spine of the World. I just hope the giants aren’t causing trouble there too.
Way less silent in her chain mail armor, Khessa is farstriding on her long legs, almost not hindered by the heavy weapons resting on her back, a maul and a greatsword.
The woman's long weavy blond hair poke out from under her helm while she turns her lively blue eyes to Sorjen: "If we are only ten miles away, I'd say we try to make it to Nightstone. No telling what the villagers are enduring, if they are really besieged by giants!"
Then, after a brief pause apparently lost in her thoughts: "I wonder what is happening this days... Rampaging dragons of Tiamat before... Then, drow slavers raiding villages... And now giants too start giving trouble. Can not we have a world where peaceful people can plant and farm cabbages without risking their lives? Well, at least giants will be easier to spot than drow."
“There will always be dangers in the world.”
Kan is not exactly haughty, so much as abrasive in his manner of speech and the way he carries himself.
At least, you’re pretty sure Kan is a “he.” He’s a bit androgynous and the elf features don’t add masculinity. He’s about 5’11”, so perhaps too tall to pass as particularly feminine, but his hair is long, down to his hips and the small of his pack, a platinum blond river of hair. His frame is thin, petite. His face gives away little, either. All cheekbones and pale skin. Long ears framing the crown of his head. He would be pretty if not for his arrogance.
He wears black leggings, and half boots, along with a loose black shirt beneath a high collared leather breast plate, and thick leather gauntlets. A wool scarf is around his neck and shoulders, where he burrows his face against the cold. He carries a belt across his chest carrying a number of medium sized pockets.
He’s also been keeping to the center of the road, keeping Khessa between him and the dangers beyond.
“I think we should keep going. Ten miles is likely just a hop and a skip away for a giant. We’re too close to stop outside of habitation.”
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Khessa turns her attention to Kan: "We shall see... "always" is a very long time. But speaking of dangers (and of giants), guys, someone of us has ever met a giant before? Some advice, apart from "avoid getting hit by oversized clubs or boulders"?"
From the front of the group, Ev’alish looks over his shoulder at the others.
”You might want to avoid the flames or the lightning as well; depends on the flavor of giant that decides to show its face.” he says to Khessa. “And I too would yearn for peace, though… less so for cabbages.”
His silver metallic scales reflect the little sun rays that are left in the sky at this time of day. A vest and pants, both rather dated-looking, cover what they need to. They do not, however, seem to be for protection from the biting cold - his draconic blood takes care of that. Across his chest is a white sash, with a pin of a certain platinum dragon god on it.
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Kramyra stays in the middle of the group, keeping watch of her surroundings and listening to her new companions. Standing just shy of 6 feet, she wears a cloak of dark purple with her gray ears poking through the hood that she has drawn up over her head. Her fur is dark gray with almost black stripes and has golden eyes that pierce the night. Her tail tends to give away her mood as it swings slowly back and forth, the tip noticeable from below the cloak.
"I concur with continuing on to the settlement, I could also use a bite to eat." She pauses for a bit, "Though I must agree with silverscales up there, not cabbages."
Jor listens to his companions in silence, nodding to himself at their offered bits of wisdom. He is a 6'2" tall blue dragonborn wearing chain mail. He wears a white hooded tabard over his armor and there is a symbol upon the front; three lightning bolts radiating from a central point. The hood of his tabard is drawn up over his head and his breath wafts from it in slow measured puffs of white. Jor wears at warhammer a his hip and a shield attached to his pack. The same symbol adorns the face of the shield. In response to Khessa's question, he will say, "I have not met a giant before, no. But I have been witness to the destruction they leave in their wake. Homes crushed, fields trampled, walls knocked down... It is destruction for destruction's sake." Jor will look to the others and nod, "Aye, we should press onward. I have slept outdoors on hard ground enough in my life."
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Khessa puzzled face turns some times from Ev’alish to Kramyra; finally she regains enough of her breath to state: "Cabbages are among the most healthy and delicious food mankind ever discovered! And the perfume, as you boil them in the water... You know, my family farms cabbages from generations..."
Then, suddenly, sadness brings shadows in the deep of her eyes; the woman wipes away something (maybe tears?) from the eyes with the back of her hand, muttering: "...or at least they did, as long as they have been able to. Darn! The wind must have blown some dust in my eyes..."
Khessa regains her composture quickly and her curiosity helps her to focus on something less painful: "...But this is the first time I meet a specimen of your kind. A sort of half dragon... and a sort of half feline... maybe you eat something entirely different, after all. I have lived all my (not yet very long) life in a small farmer's village. What do you eat usually?"
Jor will respond to Khessa's emotional exposition on the virtues of cabbage, "Too true! There is nothing quite like cabbage boiled in chicken stock and served with butter and pepper to taste. All of this talk of cabbage is giving me a Giant's appetite after days of dried meats and cheese on the road..."
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Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Kramyra turns to Khessa, "Sorry if I have offended, my name is Kramyra and it's a pleasure to meet you. I am a Tabaxi and well, I prefer meat. Raw, dried, cooked, burnt, however it is prepared" and she licks her lips as she states this and gives off a small purring sound for any that are close enough to hear her. "Sorry, all this talk of food, I'm thinking we should walk a tad faster to get to the nearest tavern!"
Jor will peer intently at the keep, trying to discern if the damage is recent while also scanning the area for threats or signs of battle.
Perception: 13
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Ev’alish gives a toothy grin. “I have no adversity toward cabbages, or any vegetable for that matter. I’ll just say I had more than one time where the cabbage stew at a tavern was rather subpar. I would be willing to give it another chance.”
He looks toward the village to watch for any survivors, or a lack thereof. Perception: 4
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Kramyra had heard of the falling rocks that giants threw before laying the village to waste. Wondering if those bells were a warning that the village was already under siege, she looks up to see if anything is coming from the sky.
Perception: 12
Khessa: "All this damage... giants must have gone through the village defences. Maybe those bells ringing are a desperate request of help? I'd say to enter and check, maybe with a scout sneaking a few steps ahead to check for troubles. Against our enemies we will need every advantage we can get..."
Jor nods in agreement with Khessa, "If there were still giants here we would see them. That bell could be a cry for help or a devious trap. Scouting ahead is a sensible plan. We would be no help to others if we run headfirst into the blades of their tormentors."
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"By the way", Khessa realizes "all the commotion caused by the bells will make harder for the invaders to warn each other. If nobody has a better plan, I think this might be the best moment for us to enter"
Sorjen heard the answers of all his companions, equal parts worried and satisfied. He shared their wish to reach Nighstone fast, after all the longer they tarried the higher was the chance of finding Nadar too smashed to pay for any services, but also felt uneasy about the risks of a forced march. In the end he decided to answer with a wave of his head and followed suit in his observant silent.
Khessa’s comments about the drow surprised him. He knew about Tiamat and her dragons, being part of an enclave that paid homage to Bahamut it was practically impossible not to, but he didn’t hear about dark elf activity. The world seems crazier than when I left Mithral Hall, he though to himself as Kan voiced that there would always be danger, an opinion the ranger shared. Then Khessa started to speak about cabbages and for some reason he could not help but imagine a monk of the four elements destroying a cart full of the plants.
“Bloody Hells.” Sorjen exclaimed as the settlement entered his vision. A breached palisade, a stone fortress half ruined and its bridge not much better. His company started discussing their next steps and the idea of scouting ahead comes forth. “I believe I’m the stealthier of our group, so…”
He advanced, crouching, in the direction of the gap. Reaching its vicinity, the ranger would lean against the palisade and scan the area in front of him while hiding.
Stealth: 15
Perception: 17