Ruel nodded appreciated the Tieflings attempt to put him at his ease.
"Well two coins is more that what I currently have Brother. So two coins is a lot to me." He smiled a wry smile.
"I'm Ruel", Ruel said.
Musing on his comments "Aye missing something, I'm missing how I got here, who brought me here and for what purpose." Turning to the rest of the group, "Anyone with any thoughts on those questions?"
The elf, still leaning against the tree, returns Sirron's smile and replies, "A change of lighting I can live with, but a sudden change of the entire forest I do believe qualifies my description, friend."
He then turns his gaze to Oron and extends an arm that ends in a small hook about mid forearm towards him. As he does this, the disembodied spectral hand at his side floats over to present itself for a handshake. "Nice to meet you too Oron, my name's Andy. Anyone happen to recognize these woods?"
((Andy is on the short side at 5'6" and quite frail looking. He wears darkly tanned leather armor under his cloak and a shortsword and hand crossbow hang at his hips.))
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'This displacement, this sudden change of place is strange indeed,' Mavis said to the other. 'Either way, I feel we must ready ourselves. This thick fog worries me.'
Mavis straps his shield to his left arm and moves away slightly from the other, keeping watch for clues on where they are and what may hides in the fog. 'I am Mavis. Mavis Vicditas. Well met.'
{@DM: Would Mavis know about what happened based on hearsay or reading about similar experience of being displaced into a land filled with fog?}
Oron grins as he glances around the area. "I do not recognize anything here. I'm new to this area, and the area I was just previously. I apologize, I can't be of assistance in that aspect." Oron walks off a little bit to explore the area around him.
'This fog,' Mavis says, 'it reminds me of a tale my mentor used to teach pages and squires about caution and sudden unexpected threats. That werewolves came from a fog just like this, thick and ominous, and when the fog receded, a village had been destroyed with all of its inhabitants missing. No werewolves in sight except for the claw marks they left behind. Be on guard.'
Mavis stays with the group at the ready. His own paranoia and his mentor's teaching keeps him on guard.
'Are all of you alright?' Mavis asks to the others. 'Any injuries? Best deal with it now rather than later. It seems Sir Oron has found a path. There must be civilization nearby.'
Sirron froze up when he heard Mavis mention werewolves that came from the fog and left a village destroyed when the fog had cleared as memories of what had happened to the village he'd once called home. Slowly he reached down for his rapier but stopped before it could make contact. "Werewolves that came from a fog... and destroyed a village leaving no survivers, sounds like a story my father use to tell me. The only difference was that there was a survivor and sometimes he wonders if they intentionally left him alive or if they didn't even realize he was there. But that's a story for another time, preferably a time when we aren't in a forest where they could be roaming."
He took a breath and let it out as he tried to think about something other than the werewolves.
"No physical injuries here, although I don't know about the others." He glanced at the others for a moment before looking off towards where Oron's voice had come from "Hopefully that path does lead to civilization, I'd rather not linger around in the forest longer than we have to."
As he began to make his way towards where he'd seen Oron go he realized that he had forgotten to introduce himself. He chuckled softly and shook his head slightly before adjusting his coat collar. "Oh... I'm Sirron by the way and it has been quite a pleasure to meet all of you."
Andy removes his hand crossbow from his waist with his left hand then, using a custom clip on the side of the hook on his right arm, he draws a bolt from the case strapped to his leg and loads its. "All is well here and I couldn't agree more Sirron. To the path! Come along hand." He leaves the cover of the tree he was leaning against with a nervous glance behind has he heads off towards Oron. The floating hand begins to follow him before fading away as the spell ends.
The path soon widens into a road. Black pools of water stand like dark mirrors in and around the muddy roadway. The giant trees of the forest loom on either side, their branches clawing at the mist. It is clearer here, but leaving the darkness makes you feel strangely exposed. The road is marked with fresh tracks from wagons, horses, and people. It's been used, and recently.
'We should follow the road' Mavis says to the other. 'The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it will be when the sky darkens more. Hopefully the trek to the nearest village or town goes unhindered.'
He walks along the group, playing with a figurine of a red knight chess piece with his shield hand as he stares around the misty woods contemplatively. There is just something unsettling about mist and the woods that makes him want to flee, but also to investigate further.
Mavis will let the other leads the way, choosing to guard the side or the rear in case something comes out of the mist to attack.
{Is there a way to see whether the tracks were made in a hurry as if fleeing from something or just normal travelling pace?}
Ruel settles into the weary trudge of the seasoned traveller down the path. Settling himself in the middle of the group.
The talk of werewolves however is a little unsettling although he has only really begun his journey and realises with humility that his new found gifts have their limits. He chided himself that Torm will protect him and he in turn should do his best to protect himself and those around him.
His hand strays again to his sword subconsciously and he catches himself, but the sight of tracks peaks his interest and he removes his shield from his back and straps it to his arm just in case the travellers who made the tracks are not as welcoming as his new found companions.
It took a moment for Melantha to snap out of their distraction to notice that the others are starting to head towards the found path. Not saying anything, the green one hurried to join the group, catching up to bypass their long legs to walk nearby Oron.
The talk of werewolves fascinated them, as they had never seen a werewolf before.
...they still haven't given their name to the group.
Oron walks closer to the front of the group, keeping his ears up to try and catch anything and keeping his eyes on the tracks. When the little green companion catches up to Oron, he'll look down to them, smiling. "Welcome to the cool kids club." He says jokingly. "This is quite a facinating place isn't it?" He says looking around at the environment around him. "I'm not used to places like this. This was always my wife's cup of tea."
Ruel nodded appreciated the Tieflings attempt to put him at his ease.
"Well two coins is more that what I currently have Brother. So two coins is a lot to me." He smiled a wry smile.
"I'm Ruel", Ruel said.
Musing on his comments "Aye missing something, I'm missing how I got here, who brought me here and for what purpose." Turning to the rest of the group, "Anyone with any thoughts on those questions?"
The elf, still leaning against the tree, returns Sirron's smile and replies, "A change of lighting I can live with, but a sudden change of the entire forest I do believe qualifies my description, friend."
He then turns his gaze to Oron and extends an arm that ends in a small hook about mid forearm towards him. As he does this, the disembodied spectral hand at his side floats over to present itself for a handshake. "Nice to meet you too Oron, my name's Andy. Anyone happen to recognize these woods?"
((Andy is on the short side at 5'6" and quite frail looking. He wears darkly tanned leather armor under his cloak and a shortsword and hand crossbow hang at his hips.))
'This displacement, this sudden change of place is strange indeed,' Mavis said to the other. 'Either way, I feel we must ready ourselves. This thick fog worries me.'
Mavis straps his shield to his left arm and moves away slightly from the other, keeping watch for clues on where they are and what may hides in the fog. 'I am Mavis. Mavis Vicditas. Well met.'
{@DM: Would Mavis know about what happened based on hearsay or reading about similar experience of being displaced into a land filled with fog?}
Maybe History? 9
Or Nature? 16
Oron grins as he glances around the area. "I do not recognize anything here. I'm new to this area, and the area I was just previously. I apologize, I can't be of assistance in that aspect." Oron walks off a little bit to explore the area around him.
I don't have a signature.
Mavis:
You remember some tales about packs of werewolves appearing out of a fog, rampaging through villages, and then disappearing without a trace.
Oron:
Following the marks on the trees a short distance brings you to a dirt path.
Oron looks up and down the path and looks back to the group. "Hey guys! I found a path over here!" He shouts over, moving his eyes back to the path.
Does Oron see, hear or smell anything along this path? 12
19 Perception
I don't have a signature.
'This fog,' Mavis says, 'it reminds me of a tale my mentor used to teach pages and squires about caution and sudden unexpected threats. That werewolves came from a fog just like this, thick and ominous, and when the fog receded, a village had been destroyed with all of its inhabitants missing. No werewolves in sight except for the claw marks they left behind. Be on guard.'
Mavis stays with the group at the ready. His own paranoia and his mentor's teaching keeps him on guard.
'Are all of you alright?' Mavis asks to the others. 'Any injuries? Best deal with it now rather than later. It seems Sir Oron has found a path. There must be civilization nearby.'
Sirron froze up when he heard Mavis mention werewolves that came from the fog and left a village destroyed when the fog had cleared as memories of what had happened to the village he'd once called home. Slowly he reached down for his rapier but stopped before it could make contact. "Werewolves that came from a fog... and destroyed a village leaving no survivers, sounds like a story my father use to tell me. The only difference was that there was a survivor and sometimes he wonders if they intentionally left him alive or if they didn't even realize he was there. But that's a story for another time, preferably a time when we aren't in a forest where they could be roaming."
He took a breath and let it out as he tried to think about something other than the werewolves.
"No physical injuries here, although I don't know about the others." He glanced at the others for a moment before looking off towards where Oron's voice had come from "Hopefully that path does lead to civilization, I'd rather not linger around in the forest longer than we have to."
As he began to make his way towards where he'd seen Oron go he realized that he had forgotten to introduce himself. He chuckled softly and shook his head slightly before adjusting his coat collar. "Oh... I'm Sirron by the way and it has been quite a pleasure to meet all of you."
Andy removes his hand crossbow from his waist with his left hand then, using a custom clip on the side of the hook on his right arm, he draws a bolt from the case strapped to his leg and loads its. "All is well here and I couldn't agree more Sirron. To the path! Come along hand." He leaves the cover of the tree he was leaning against with a nervous glance behind has he heads off towards Oron. The floating hand begins to follow him before fading away as the spell ends.
The path seems clear. You can smell the odd, faintly rotting smell of pooled rainwater mixed with fallen pine needles.
The path soon widens into a road. Black pools of water stand like dark mirrors in and around the muddy roadway. The giant trees of the forest loom on either side, their branches clawing at the mist. It is clearer here, but leaving the darkness makes you feel strangely exposed. The road is marked with fresh tracks from wagons, horses, and people. It's been used, and recently.
'We should follow the road' Mavis says to the other. 'The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it will be when the sky darkens more. Hopefully the trek to the nearest village or town goes unhindered.'
He walks along the group, playing with a figurine of a red knight chess piece with his shield hand as he stares around the misty woods contemplatively. There is just something unsettling about mist and the woods that makes him want to flee, but also to investigate further.
Mavis will let the other leads the way, choosing to guard the side or the rear in case something comes out of the mist to attack.
{Is there a way to see whether the tracks were made in a hurry as if fleeing from something or just normal travelling pace?}
Tracks can be analysed with Investigation or Survival, your pick.
{Let's try with Survival: 9}
Judging by the spacing between the prints of the horses, they were travelling at a relaxed walk.
Ruel settles into the weary trudge of the seasoned traveller down the path. Settling himself in the middle of the group.
The talk of werewolves however is a little unsettling although he has only really begun his journey and realises with humility that his new found gifts have their limits. He chided himself that Torm will protect him and he in turn should do his best to protect himself and those around him.
His hand strays again to his sword subconsciously and he catches himself, but the sight of tracks peaks his interest and he removes his shield from his back and straps it to his arm just in case the travellers who made the tracks are not as welcoming as his new found companions.
It took a moment for Melantha to snap out of their distraction to notice that the others are starting to head towards the found path. Not saying anything, the green one hurried to join the group, catching up to bypass their long legs to walk nearby Oron.
The talk of werewolves fascinated them, as they had never seen a werewolf before.
...they still haven't given their name to the group.
Main Character: Melantha(They/She)
Ideal Voice Claim
Oron walks closer to the front of the group, keeping his ears up to try and catch anything and keeping his eyes on the tracks. When the little green companion catches up to Oron, he'll look down to them, smiling. "Welcome to the cool kids club." He says jokingly. "This is quite a facinating place isn't it?" He says looking around at the environment around him. "I'm not used to places like this. This was always my wife's cup of tea."
I don't have a signature.
((How far are the treelines from the sides of the road?))