Hotspur will have passed along the gold knot to Valor or some other trustworthy party member, knowing himself too well, that he might gamble it away or gift it to a pretty face after a bottle or three of Maiden's Vale's finest.
Of course he entertains friends and villagers alike each night in the pub, recounting not only the story of the ascent of the hill, the diabolical wolves, the ancient crypt and finally the coldly beautiful, eternally grieving White Lady. As a comedic epilogue, he will recount the pitiful end of the usurper, Le Cloche. In between recitations, he adds a few bawdy songs and gossip of the neighboring lands.
Given a little time and some basic materials, he will enlist a few of the village children to help him create a "Punch and Judy" style puppet show featuring Le Cloche being unceremoniously pummelled alternately by Olvar, Valor and the White Witch.
Tana stays with the group for the festivities, watching with a smile from a corner as Hotspur regales heroic tales. In the following days after Le Cloche's defeat, she returns to the edges of the forest to keep in tune with nature. Witchcraft such as hers can only be maintained through connection to wildlife after all.
The tension in Morseth's shoulders ease when he hears the news. He happily joins the festivities and thanked the towns people for the gifts. Internally he accepts Sir Olivar's request, but waits to hear what Sir Dayne says.
On the day they leave Morseth is gifted with a hefty bundle of gathered herbs, oils and crystals ( about 40 gold worth of alchemical supplies).
Over the few days, Valor takes time to spend mingling with the common folk. He treats the villagers with respect, though maintains the proper distance as befits a noble. He graciously accepts (and truly values) any gifts from the villagers. He seeks out various services from the villagers, for example asking a cobbler to fix his boots--though all they need is a good shine--or having his surcoat laundered and repaired from the bear attack, and his shield repainted after the hellhounds scorched it, and so on. Each time, he's sure to overpay a little, and mention how grateful Lady Angela is to have such loyal subjects who helped her at great risk to themselves, and how grateful he is as Lord Dayne's son to have aided Sir Olvar as their Shield.
When Sir Olvar makes his request, Syr Valor says, "I am grateful to be of service, cousin. I will gladly escort him to His Excellency, if that is your wish. Obviously Mother Clay will stay here to help with the babe. Is there aught else I or my bondsmen can do before we leave?"
" If I could ask your bondsman Argyle to be the one to bear my missive to your father."
" And that you bear with you this....", he held out a dagger with a jewelled pommell and straight blade, in an ermine trimmed sheath. " Its a nice little blade, gifted to me by my father. I'd like you to have it." ( The dagger carries Sir Olvars family crest and if sold would fetch 200 gold).
Thatch spent the next few days with the villagers, rough housing with the other lads and chasing young maidens. He spent some time practicing wood carving from the stable master, but he took his duties to Sir Valor seriously. He stopped by the stable daily to care for Nibby, seeing the hinny had fresh water and straw and checked in with Mother Clay regularly. He helped her move into the manor and made sure she was settled with Lady Angela and the babe, running various errands for her across the town.
(OOC: Is it fair to assume a long rest has passed?)
Thatch is gifted the gladius by Sir Valor and from the village a new gray woolen tunic and blanket for Nibby.
Hotspur will have passed along the gold knot to Valor or some other trustworthy party member, knowing himself too well, that he might gamble it away or gift it to a pretty face after a bottle or three of Maiden's Vale's finest.
Of course he entertains friends and villagers alike each night in the pub, recounting not only the story of the ascent of the hill, the diabolical wolves, the ancient crypt and finally the coldly beautiful, eternally grieving White Lady. As a comedic epilogue, he will recount the pitiful end of the usurper, Le Cloche. In between recitations, he adds a few bawdy songs and gossip of the neighboring lands.
Given a little time and some basic materials, he will enlist a few of the village children to help him create a "Punch and Judy" style puppet show featuring Le Cloche being unceremoniously pummelled alternately by Olvar, Valor and the White Witch.
Hotspur is gifted 3 clay bottles of elderberry wine, a well concealed bottle of Chaybrettan brandy and a set of deer bone pan-pipes, the village children also keep him well stocked with blackberries and blueberries.
Tana stays with the group for the festivities, watching with a smile from a corner as Hotspur regales heroic tales. In the following days after Le Cloche's defeat, she returns to the edges of the forest to keep in tune with nature. Witchcraft such as hers can only be maintained through connection to wildlife after all.
On the second day during her meditation she finds two clay flasks seemingly left for her, the scent of woodsmoke and old leather hangs in the air reminiscent of the interior of Mother Clays strange house....a house who none of the villagers have ever seen....and when Tana makes her way to the ravine there is no sign it every existed. ( 1 potion of comprehension and one potion of climbing)
As for Mizzen, none of the villagers know anything of the sea and find him a little hard to relate to but they do their best and he is gifted with warm woolen clothes, leather boots and a waterkin made from the pelt of the bear they had killed upon arrival.
The journey from Maiden’s Vale to Axbridge, the first stop on the road to Baron Aldred’s castle, is not a long one. The storms have cleared away, the sun is out, and the heat of summer builds as the day goes on. By mid-afternoon you have reached the outlying fields of Axbridge, where the last stands of crops wait to be dry enough to be harvested, and sheaves of cut wheat dot the stubbled ground like diminutive wicker-men, defying evil spirits to approach the village.
Suddenly Maxim Le Cloche, who has entered the bushes beside the road to answer a call of nature, gives a cry: “I am attacked!”.
Hotspur rolls his eyes. "Probably by a bird that thought it saw a tiny pink worm." He will walk over to check out the 'attack' wary that it might be a trick or trap by the desperate prisoner.
Suddenly Maxim Le Cloche, who has entered the bushes beside the road to answer a call of nature, gives a cry: “I am attacked!”.
Syr Valor draws his sword and moves purposefully to Le Cloche. As a noble prisoner, his safety is Valor's responsibility and any harm to him--regardless of how deserved--would be a mark against his honor.
Hotspur rolls his eyes. "Probably by a bird that thought it saw a tiny pink worm." He will walk over to check out the 'attack' wary that it might be a trick or trap by the desperate prisoner.
Le Cloche is rolling about on the ground with his breeches about his ankles holding his left buttock, instinctually looking about there is no sign of serpent or spider...though by the profuse sweating and reddening features Le Cloche does seem in some real distress...
Suddenly Maxim Le Cloche, who has entered the bushes beside the road to answer a call of nature, gives a cry: “I am attacked!”.
Syr Valor draws his sword and moves purposefully to Le Cloche. As a noble prisoner, his safety is Valor's responsibility and any harm to him--regardless of how deserved--would be a mark against his honor.
Syr Valor keeps his eyes peeled but can see no sign of danger about as he relaxes his eye catches a tiny chip of flint lying on the moss...
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Thatch thanks the villages for their fine gifts and leaves Nibby under the care of the village stablemaster in case Mother Clay had need of her while they were gone. Thatch accepts the gladius from Sir Valor with a mixture of awe and reverence, it is a fine upgrade from the old sword the farrier provided before they left.
On the road, Thatch steps forward to investigate the piece of flint laying on the grass next to Le Cloche, then looks up in the distance to see if he sees anywhere the stone could have been thrown from.
Thatch thanks the villages for their fine gifts and leaves Nibby under the care of the village stablemaster in case Mother Clay had need of her while they were gone. Thatch accepts the gladius from Sir Valor with a mixture of awe and reverence, it is a fine upgrade from the old sword the farrier provided before they left.
On the road, Thatch steps forward to investigate the piece of flint laying on the grass next to Le Cloche, then looks up in the distance to see if he sees anywhere the stone could have been thrown from.
Investigation: 5.
Perception: 23.
Thatch notes that the flint seems to have been knapped, as he looks around he fancies for the briefest of instants that he sees a small nut brown face staring at him from a tree branch some 30' away in the woods and then it winks out of existence...
At the same time Le Cloche suddenly goes into a seizure and and his body becomes rigid and immobile, though it seems he is still breathing without issue.
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Tana looks faintly alarmed as Le Cloche goes into a seizure and quickly kneels beside him to try and find a point of injury or otherwise stabilize him.
Tana looks faintly alarmed as Le Cloche goes into a seizure and quickly kneels beside him to try and find a point of injury or otherwise stabilize him.
(Medicine: 20)
Tanas expertise with nature and biological processes allows her to quickly determine that there is no natural cause for Le Cloches condition and he appears to be in no danger of dying....he's just.....unable to move...
"Well, assuming this was an attack, and not just Heaven's way of exacting justice on this swine, I feel we are too exposed. Let's get him on a litter or something, and find cover until we understand the situation. Valor?" says Hotspur.
"Well, assuming this was an attack, and not just Heaven's way of exacting justice on this swine, I feel we are too exposed. Let's get him on a litter or something, and find cover until we understand the situation. Valor?" says Hotspur.
"It appears to be magically induced." Tana stands, dusting her hands on her pants. "Someone dangerous may be near."
"There's certainly something amiss. I agree with Hotspur, let's find some cover." Valor responds and does his best to shield Tana with his own body/shield as she inspects Le Cloche.
Dragging Le Cloche to the side of the road and making up a litter to drag him or carry him takes little time, you are only a few hours outside Axbridge and Thatch sees no sign of the figure he glimpsed earlier...
Thatch quickly drops the flint upon hearing Hotspur’s warning of poison and Tana’s claim of magic, rubbing his fingers on his trousers. “I swear I saw something in the trees, almost like a small face, from a tree branch over there.”Thatch does not point, but nods his head slightly in the direction. “But I don’t see anything anymore. We can search for the culprit, but it could lead us on a merry goose chase. Or we are close the village, we can drag Le Cloche there and see if this wears off. What shall we do?”
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Hotspur will have passed along the gold knot to Valor or some other trustworthy party member, knowing himself too well, that he might gamble it away or gift it to a pretty face after a bottle or three of Maiden's Vale's finest.
Of course he entertains friends and villagers alike each night in the pub, recounting not only the story of the ascent of the hill, the diabolical wolves, the ancient crypt and finally the coldly beautiful, eternally grieving White Lady. As a comedic epilogue, he will recount the pitiful end of the usurper, Le Cloche. In between recitations, he adds a few bawdy songs and gossip of the neighboring lands.
Given a little time and some basic materials, he will enlist a few of the village children to help him create a "Punch and Judy" style puppet show featuring Le Cloche being unceremoniously pummelled alternately by Olvar, Valor and the White Witch.
Tana stays with the group for the festivities, watching with a smile from a corner as Hotspur regales heroic tales. In the following days after Le Cloche's defeat, she returns to the edges of the forest to keep in tune with nature. Witchcraft such as hers can only be maintained through connection to wildlife after all.
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
On the day they leave Morseth is gifted with a hefty bundle of gathered herbs, oils and crystals ( about 40 gold worth of alchemical supplies).
" If I could ask your bondsman Argyle to be the one to bear my missive to your father."
" And that you bear with you this....", he held out a dagger with a jewelled pommell and straight blade, in an ermine trimmed sheath. " Its a nice little blade, gifted to me by my father. I'd like you to have it." ( The dagger carries Sir Olvars family crest and if sold would fetch 200 gold).
Thatch is gifted the gladius by Sir Valor and from the village a new gray woolen tunic and blanket for Nibby.
Hotspur is gifted 3 clay bottles of elderberry wine, a well concealed bottle of Chaybrettan brandy and a set of deer bone pan-pipes, the village children also keep him well stocked with blackberries and blueberries.
On the second day during her meditation she finds two clay flasks seemingly left for her, the scent of woodsmoke and old leather hangs in the air reminiscent of the interior of Mother Clays strange house....a house who none of the villagers have ever seen....and when Tana makes her way to the ravine there is no sign it every existed. ( 1 potion of comprehension and one potion of climbing)
As for Mizzen, none of the villagers know anything of the sea and find him a little hard to relate to but they do their best and he is gifted with warm woolen clothes, leather boots and a waterkin made from the pelt of the bear they had killed upon arrival.
The journey from Maiden’s Vale to Axbridge, the first stop on the road to Baron Aldred’s castle, is not a long one. The storms have cleared away, the sun is out, and the heat of summer builds as the day goes on. By mid-afternoon you have reached the outlying fields of Axbridge, where the last stands of crops wait to be dry enough to be harvested, and sheaves of cut wheat dot the stubbled ground like diminutive wicker-men, defying evil spirits to approach the village.
Suddenly Maxim Le Cloche, who has entered the bushes beside the road to answer a call of nature, gives a cry: “I am attacked!”.
Hotspur rolls his eyes. "Probably by a bird that thought it saw a tiny pink worm." He will walk over to check out the 'attack' wary that it might be a trick or trap by the desperate prisoner.
Syr Valor draws his sword and moves purposefully to Le Cloche. As a noble prisoner, his safety is Valor's responsibility and any harm to him--regardless of how deserved--would be a mark against his honor.
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
Le Cloche is rolling about on the ground with his breeches about his ankles holding his left buttock, instinctually looking about there is no sign of serpent or spider...though by the profuse sweating and reddening features Le Cloche does seem in some real distress...
Syr Valor keeps his eyes peeled but can see no sign of danger about as he relaxes his eye catches a tiny chip of flint lying on the moss...
Valor looks down at the flint, but suspects some kind of trickery.
"What happened?" He says to Le Cloche.
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
Morseth approaches as well. He exams the wound from a distance
Medicine Check
4
Thatch thanks the villages for their fine gifts and leaves Nibby under the care of the village stablemaster in case Mother Clay had need of her while they were gone. Thatch accepts the gladius from Sir Valor with a mixture of awe and reverence, it is a fine upgrade from the old sword the farrier provided before they left.
On the road, Thatch steps forward to investigate the piece of flint laying on the grass next to Le Cloche, then looks up in the distance to see if he sees anywhere the stone could have been thrown from.
Investigation: 5.
Perception: 7.
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" I was just relieving myself when I felt a sharp pain on my rear, was it an adder? Am I dying?"
Try as he might Morseth can find no sign of a wound, bite or anything at all....
Thatch notes that the flint seems to have been knapped, as he looks around he fancies for the briefest of instants that he sees a small nut brown face staring at him from a tree branch some 30' away in the woods and then it winks out of existence...
At the same time Le Cloche suddenly goes into a seizure and and his body becomes rigid and immobile, though it seems he is still breathing without issue.
Troubled, Hotspur warns Thatch, "Careful about handling that stone, it may be poisoned."
Tana looks faintly alarmed as Le Cloche goes into a seizure and quickly kneels beside him to try and find a point of injury or otherwise stabilize him.
(Medicine: 12)
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
Tanas expertise with nature and biological processes allows her to quickly determine that there is no natural cause for Le Cloches condition and he appears to be in no danger of dying....he's just.....unable to move...
"Well, assuming this was an attack, and not just Heaven's way of exacting justice on this swine, I feel we are too exposed. Let's get him on a litter or something, and find cover until we understand the situation. Valor?" says Hotspur.
"It appears to be magically induced." Tana stands, dusting her hands on her pants. "Someone dangerous may be near."
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
"There's certainly something amiss. I agree with Hotspur, let's find some cover." Valor responds and does his best to shield Tana with his own body/shield as she inspects Le Cloche.
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
Dragging Le Cloche to the side of the road and making up a litter to drag him or carry him takes little time, you are only a few hours outside Axbridge and Thatch sees no sign of the figure he glimpsed earlier...
Thatch quickly drops the flint upon hearing Hotspur’s warning of poison and Tana’s claim of magic, rubbing his fingers on his trousers. “I swear I saw something in the trees, almost like a small face, from a tree branch over there.” Thatch does not point, but nods his head slightly in the direction. “But I don’t see anything anymore. We can search for the culprit, but it could lead us on a merry goose chase. Or we are close the village, we can drag Le Cloche there and see if this wears off. What shall we do?”