The only immediate acknowledgement the albino halfling offers the wood elf is a brief side eye before once more focusing on the other halfling.
However, once Lia begins inspecting her equipment, she sees a flash of white in her vision. Canary is staring intently at the bow, and makes a brief hand motion, indicating he would like to see it. Lia has no intruding thoughts influencing her one way or the other.
As Thea Addresses Fitch Telepathically she is able to get her massages through to him with ease however, she does feel something odd, and hard to describe. it is liken to how someone speaking verbally might feel if they wore speaking to somebody through the other side of a wall, or over the sound of a roaring waterfall. At first Fitch is a little disoriented but not for long recognizing whats happening.
"Well, hello.. It's been awhile since I'v had somebody else poking around in my noggin, I'd pretend that If I knew I'd have a visitor I would have cleaned the place up a bit, but.." there is a stop and Fitch's telepathic response is interrupted by a light buzzing that only Thea can hear, Flitch shakes his head faintly and the buzzing ceases. "I.. Um, I'm sorry if I'v come off as being avangard there are old things still rattling in these bones they don't falter and now days especially its hard to even know where I am. And Indeed, my kin are a rare sight these days, when the civilized races barreled themselves up behind the walls of the safe heavens provided by the gods the Beast-folk weren't exactly among the first to be offered quarter, but some made it in, though many are smart enough to keep low and out of site, There used to be quite a community of us in Portheaven but that was a long time ago. As for my intent in being here." There is another long pause, and it is of note that as he converses with Thea telepathically his body language slowly begins to change becoming more lax, his scattered turns of the head becoming even and tempered scans of the horizon. "Here, here is where I am I suppose, nothing more to it. A withered old rat's last contribution to the fight it's where I'v lived and its where I'll die. So what about your self, despite being the race of man, your far a rarer sight then I, It's been quite a long time since I'v been in the compony of one of you, what catalyst has you joining our little vacation from the safety the gods grant us?"
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Lia looks towards the albino halfling and says, "Here, take a look," as she smiles with a nod and hands Canary her longbow. When she hears "womanly company" she ever so slightly turns her head to Ragmin, but quickly turns it back without saying anything.
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After Apocalypse - Liavyre WithrethinElf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse -Leofir SylvaranthElf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call -Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
"Hey, wait up!" Pip calls after Filtch as he scurries off. "I'm meant to be guiding you." he journeys after the ratfolk as they head into the open fields, the green blades of grass seemingly getting longer the further the group gets away from Allhaven. The halflings realise that after a few minutes of walking they are waist-high in the local flora. "Keep an eye out for snakes." Pip warns as he keeps a short sword drawn.
Looking out beyond the current location, the Forest of Melora can be seen off in the distance slightly to the left of the current marching direction. further to the right it appears that the grass is shorter, as a natural path appears to have developed slowly over time for the caravans. In fact, there appear to be fresh tracks from the caravan you saw leaving ahead of you while you were waiting for the more tardy members at the North Gate. It looks like they are about a half hour ahead of you, visible off in the distance.
Filtch looks down to address the scrappy halfling trying his best to stay in link with Thea telepathic communications which was already quite taxing for the Nim, he was sure that if it dropped she would have no issue reestablishing the link though he would like to have at-least a minor recollection of whatever in the nine hells they had just been talking about by the time he receives an answer.
"Don't get your toe hairs in a twist, this caravan ahead of us is making us all about as easy to trek as a bugbear in a city market, I don't think I'll have any issue finding where we'r going though the same goes for the pointy eared bastards who will be walking in our footsteps come nightfall." Fitch replies using his best attempt at sarcasm, trying to sound jovial though his withered and raspy voice can make such expressions difficult.
"And good bit of thinking, snake slivers would be a delicacy next to the dried sheets of leather they shoved in these bags. Let me know if you spot one."
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
"Know that at least I for my share am glad to have you here. Port Haven. The city long-lost and nearly forgotten. Ever since i have been around Port Haven has been nothing more than ruins. You gave me a rough grasp of how long you've been wandering these lands there, but i cant even picture the times your kin must have been around. Enduring solitude for so long must have been hard." You can feel her tone sadden. "I want to thank you for sharing this story with me. As for my side of the coin, I'm here partly for the same reason as you, but partly for something entirely different." Her voice darkens even more. You begin to sense something other than sadness. "I don't know if i have the strength to recall the whole story, but since you were so kind to tell me about yours, i shall at least try. When people ask me to introduce myself, i always mention my family name. I used to avoid that name, it always triggered too much jealousy and resentment. The Qynns once were a family of merchants right here in Allhaven. My father was a talented tradesmen, it didn't take him long until people knew his name. And there i was, the naive little girl, aspiring to become part of Allhavens nobility. I never really cared about this war or the story behind it. At somepoint these walls started to sicken me, as if i was trapped in a cage. But the wealthier we got, the more my father wanted to show us around, thats why we at some point started to travel to different cities. Visiting new sights, giving my father the chance to network with other tradesmen. Well, lets wrap this up a bit. About 3 months ago, we started the journey back to Allhaven from Sun's Last Light, just where we are headed right now. On our way back, something suddenly hit our carriage and i blacked out. When i came to, i was tied up on the trunk of a tree in a small forrest. My family was kneeling in front of me, tied up the same way. The guards were nowhere to be seen. They'd probably killed them off already." The narration suddenly pauses. The voice that had been growing more and more emotional, now being firm and collected again. "The people attacking us were a drow and a bunch of creatures he was commanding. Turns out not everything that passes the steppe are mere imps. However, the attack had awakened something within me. In the fight that followed, the rest of my family was killed. I wiped out the Lowers. I actually went a bit too easy on them. Since then, the name Qynn is nothing more then a relict. But i decided that the last one of them would be remembered for more heroic deeds than trading goods around." A short pause again. "Anyway, i feel like we shouldn't mess with our guidling that much, he only means it well. And if he really made it all the way to that bony monstrosity and back here, thats more than i can take credit for. Let's try and stay on the path. I feel like the times of boredoom will be over soon enough.
Relying on her keen mind to pinpoint north, Thea intents to slowly return to the path.
Canary inspects the longbow with a loving smile, noticing how meticulously it has been taken care of. He hands it back to the Elven Ranger, where she gets a sudden burst of content and reassuredness, before he turns without another glance and walks out the gate and into the wild.
Flitch Slows down a bit as Thea conveys her tale, responding again through the telepathic channel holding back a bit of a sad chuckle as she comments on the birth of his experience and thinking likewise how nice it would be to be able to recall a time before the fall of Port Heaven.
"Three months your practically just a babe, life hasn't truly started till you'v gutted your first, knife eared cave-crawler, or well done, whatever it is your type does in place of gutting, As for your family." A distinctly somber tone can be perceived from Filtch. "I'm sorry to hear about that, there Is.. isn't a greater pain in, in this world I can rel.. I.. I̢ ͘c̕a̢n͢ r͏e̡l̷a̵" As Fitch struggles to place his words the same buzzing as before sneaks its way into his thoughts and inadvertently to Thea, though this time it develops into a brief crescendo, like a thousand different sounds trying overcome one another, before vanishing as quickly as it had come Filtch rubbing his free hand across his forehead and eye. "A-And don't think for a moment I'm messing with little legs, sure maybe I might have been poking a bit of fun, but two things are for sure, first we WILL be attacked in the middle of the night at some point at-least as long as we are content to leave a trail as conspicuous as that left by a wingless wurm, and secondly if that mouth of yours is a used to the taste of silver spoons and I think it might be, you'll be begging me for a bit of snake after you try to gnaw your way through the crap you got in that there bag."
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
"Well you guys are a real talkative bunch." A bored Ragmin says.
"Think we can pick up the pace and catch up to the caravan? I think we should travel with tonight and offer them our protection, safety in numbers kind of thing"
"Hey, don't worry about it." Pip says, sidling up to Ragmin as the group begins moving into the shorter grass. "You know if we just trail at this pace, we should catch up to them as they're about half way through setting up a camp. Saves us a bit of time when we arrive and we don't have to exhaust ourselves with a mile sprint to catch up." Pip speaks with a bit of experience, as if he has used this trick a couple of times on his travels.
Canary, Flitch, Lia, Ragmin, and Thea are first to spot the grass nearby rustle as it appears that the group disturbed a deer that was seated in the tall grass. It appears to be sprint away from the loud talking of Pip and those not using telepathy to communicate. Such creatures do live in the nearby grasslands, but usually take shelter in Melora's wood.
"So I guess we should do something to bide the time." Pip offers as he disregards the deer sighting. "Anyone got a game they want to play, or a good travelling story?"
Thea can tell that there's about 7 or so hours until sundown for this trip. Based on that, the caravan will probably stop in about six, giving you an hour to make up the distance between the two groups before the sun sets.
Filtch's ears perk up, and not a moment after his eye lands on the deer before he drops his dagger right to the ground and reveals and entire crossbow out from under his cloak.
Attack: 20 Damage: 14
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Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
She feels the noise radiating through her mind, sending shivers down her spine. Right after the sounds vanish, a warm sommerbreeze wafts through her ears, without leaving any sensation to feel.
"I appreciate your concern, dear Filtch, but you can trust me to handle myself. While this body may seem young and fragile, my mind is no longer trapped inside these boundaries. And i am craving some action."
With these words, Filtch is embraced by the same ever so soft hissing. A sound one can only adumbrate while the first summerwinds run through the widths of green fields. There is, however, not the slightest movement in the air to explain these noises.
OOC: Thea uses a short Delusion first on herself, then on Filtch.
"Sorry about that, I myself need some time getting used to this sort of company. I didnt get to travel in groups that much lately."
Her eyes following the escaping deer, she goes on in a cheerful tone.
"While i find myself all out of games to play, I'd love to hear an inspirational tale to help catch this resting caravane. I dare you to amaze me!"
Filtch's trained senses pick up on the fleeing deer before it gets far. The crossbow launches a bolt that glides swiftly into the back of the deer's neck, just below its skull. The deer stumbles, its body attempting to co-ordinate, but it appears that the single well-aimed shot has severed its brain's ability to move as the form falls into the tall grass. A clean kill.
Pip whistles. "Wow, that's a good shot." He stands on his tip toes to look over the taller grass to try and assess where it fell. "You thinking of a bit more rations for tonight? I'm not really a hunter-gatherer guy, but maybe one of you knows how to skin a deer?"
(OOC: If you wish to salvage meat from the deer's body, it'll take about 10 minutes of work with a Survival roll. Should you want someone to assist you, they will provide advantage for that roll.)
Edit: The arrow is available for retrieval. It was not broken.
"Haha! Well, we won't be eating berries tonight! Unless we're an elf, of course!"
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"hows that for game?" Flitch chimes, padding himself on the back mentally, he may be struggling with a constant state of cognitive dissonance but at-least his faculties are enough in check to execute a well aimed pun when duty calls.
he cocks back his cross bow and re-holster it before picking his dagger backup
"We are eating something better then snakes to nigh- AY! somebody get that snow-white little legs away from that meat, what in the nine hells is he doing! we an't chopin it here, the caravan folks are going to do worlds of a better job carving that thing up then any of us Except for maybe Arwen, but she don't eat meat!" He shouts gesturing toward Liavyre. "Now who's going to help carry it? these old bones sure aren't."
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
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The only immediate acknowledgement the albino halfling offers the wood elf is a brief side eye before once more focusing on the other halfling.
However, once Lia begins inspecting her equipment, she sees a flash of white in her vision. Canary is staring intently at the bow, and makes a brief hand motion, indicating he would like to see it. Lia has no intruding thoughts influencing her one way or the other.
As Thea Addresses Fitch Telepathically she is able to get her massages through to him with ease however, she does feel something odd, and hard to describe. it is liken to how someone speaking verbally might feel if they wore speaking to somebody through the other side of a wall, or over the sound of a roaring waterfall. At first Fitch is a little disoriented but not for long recognizing whats happening.
"Well, hello.. It's been awhile since I'v had somebody else poking around in my noggin, I'd pretend that If I knew I'd have a visitor I would have cleaned the place up a bit, but.." there is a stop and Fitch's telepathic response is interrupted by a light buzzing that only Thea can hear, Flitch shakes his head faintly and the buzzing ceases. "I.. Um, I'm sorry if I'v come off as being avangard there are old things still rattling in these bones they don't falter and now days especially its hard to even know where I am. And Indeed, my kin are a rare sight these days, when the civilized races barreled themselves up behind the walls of the safe heavens provided by the gods the Beast-folk weren't exactly among the first to be offered quarter, but some made it in, though many are smart enough to keep low and out of site, There used to be quite a community of us in Portheaven but that was a long time ago. As for my intent in being here." There is another long pause, and it is of note that as he converses with Thea telepathically his body language slowly begins to change becoming more lax, his scattered turns of the head becoming even and tempered scans of the horizon. "Here, here is where I am I suppose, nothing more to it. A withered old rat's last contribution to the fight it's where I'v lived and its where I'll die. So what about your self, despite being the race of man, your far a rarer sight then I, It's been quite a long time since I'v been in the compony of one of you, what catalyst has you joining our little vacation from the safety the gods grant us?"
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
"well well, what a motley crew Pelor has brought together.Between you and me that nim might not be all there." Ragmin says offhandedly to Fjorgin.
Teasing Fjorgin, "Although He did bring some womanly company. Maybe Pelor is trying to tell you something huh."
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
Lia looks towards the albino halfling and says, "Here, take a look," as she smiles with a nod and hands Canary her longbow. When she hears "womanly company" she ever so slightly turns her head to Ragmin, but quickly turns it back without saying anything.
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
"Hey, wait up!" Pip calls after Filtch as he scurries off. "I'm meant to be guiding you." he journeys after the ratfolk as they head into the open fields, the green blades of grass seemingly getting longer the further the group gets away from Allhaven. The halflings realise that after a few minutes of walking they are waist-high in the local flora. "Keep an eye out for snakes." Pip warns as he keeps a short sword drawn.
Looking out beyond the current location, the Forest of Melora can be seen off in the distance slightly to the left of the current marching direction. further to the right it appears that the grass is shorter, as a natural path appears to have developed slowly over time for the caravans. In fact, there appear to be fresh tracks from the caravan you saw leaving ahead of you while you were waiting for the more tardy members at the North Gate. It looks like they are about a half hour ahead of you, visible off in the distance.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Filtch looks down to address the scrappy halfling trying his best to stay in link with Thea telepathic communications which was already quite taxing for the Nim, he was sure that if it dropped she would have no issue reestablishing the link though he would like to have at-least a minor recollection of whatever in the nine hells they had just been talking about by the time he receives an answer.
"Don't get your toe hairs in a twist, this caravan ahead of us is making us all about as easy to trek as a bugbear in a city market, I don't think I'll have any issue finding where we'r going though the same goes for the pointy eared bastards who will be walking in our footsteps come nightfall." Fitch replies using his best attempt at sarcasm, trying to sound jovial though his withered and raspy voice can make such expressions difficult.
"And good bit of thinking, snake slivers would be a delicacy next to the dried sheets of leather they shoved in these bags. Let me know if you spot one."
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Thea cant help but smile at this response.
"Know that at least I for my share am glad to have you here. Port Haven. The city long-lost and nearly forgotten. Ever since i have been around Port Haven has been nothing more than ruins. You gave me a rough grasp of how long you've been wandering these lands there, but i cant even picture the times your kin must have been around. Enduring solitude for so long must have been hard." You can feel her tone sadden. "I want to thank you for sharing this story with me. As for my side of the coin, I'm here partly for the same reason as you, but partly for something entirely different." Her voice darkens even more. You begin to sense something other than sadness. "I don't know if i have the strength to recall the whole story, but since you were so kind to tell me about yours, i shall at least try. When people ask me to introduce myself, i always mention my family name. I used to avoid that name, it always triggered too much jealousy and resentment. The Qynns once were a family of merchants right here in Allhaven. My father was a talented tradesmen, it didn't take him long until people knew his name. And there i was, the naive little girl, aspiring to become part of Allhavens nobility. I never really cared about this war or the story behind it. At somepoint these walls started to sicken me, as if i was trapped in a cage. But the wealthier we got, the more my father wanted to show us around, thats why we at some point started to travel to different cities. Visiting new sights, giving my father the chance to network with other tradesmen. Well, lets wrap this up a bit. About 3 months ago, we started the journey back to Allhaven from Sun's Last Light, just where we are headed right now. On our way back, something suddenly hit our carriage and i blacked out. When i came to, i was tied up on the trunk of a tree in a small forrest. My family was kneeling in front of me, tied up the same way. The guards were nowhere to be seen. They'd probably killed them off already." The narration suddenly pauses. The voice that had been growing more and more emotional, now being firm and collected again. "The people attacking us were a drow and a bunch of creatures he was commanding. Turns out not everything that passes the steppe are mere imps. However, the attack had awakened something within me. In the fight that followed, the rest of my family was killed. I wiped out the Lowers. I actually went a bit too easy on them. Since then, the name Qynn is nothing more then a relict. But i decided that the last one of them would be remembered for more heroic deeds than trading goods around." A short pause again. "Anyway, i feel like we shouldn't mess with our guidling that much, he only means it well. And if he really made it all the way to that bony monstrosity and back here, thats more than i can take credit for. Let's try and stay on the path. I feel like the times of boredoom will be over soon enough.
Relying on her keen mind to pinpoint north, Thea intents to slowly return to the path.
Canary inspects the longbow with a loving smile, noticing how meticulously it has been taken care of. He hands it back to the Elven Ranger, where she gets a sudden burst of content and reassuredness, before he turns without another glance and walks out the gate and into the wild.
Flitch Slows down a bit as Thea conveys her tale, responding again through the telepathic channel holding back a bit of a sad chuckle as she comments on the birth of his experience and thinking likewise how nice it would be to be able to recall a time before the fall of Port Heaven.
"Three months your practically just a babe, life hasn't truly started till you'v gutted your first, knife eared cave-crawler, or well done, whatever it is your type does in place of gutting, As for your family." A distinctly somber tone can be perceived from Filtch. "I'm sorry to hear about that, there Is.. isn't a greater pain in, in this world I can rel.. I.. I̢ ͘c̕a̢n͢ r͏e̡l̷a̵" As Fitch struggles to place his words the same buzzing as before sneaks its way into his thoughts and inadvertently to Thea, though this time it develops into a brief crescendo, like a thousand different sounds trying overcome one another, before vanishing as quickly as it had come Filtch rubbing his free hand across his forehead and eye. "A-And don't think for a moment I'm messing with little legs, sure maybe I might have been poking a bit of fun, but two things are for sure, first we WILL be attacked in the middle of the night at some point at-least as long as we are content to leave a trail as conspicuous as that left by a wingless wurm, and secondly if that mouth of yours is a used to the taste of silver spoons and I think it might be, you'll be begging me for a bit of snake after you try to gnaw your way through the crap you got in that there bag."
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
"Well you guys are a real talkative bunch." A bored Ragmin says.
"Think we can pick up the pace and catch up to the caravan? I think we should travel with tonight and offer them our protection, safety in numbers kind of thing"
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
"Hey, don't worry about it." Pip says, sidling up to Ragmin as the group begins moving into the shorter grass. "You know if we just trail at this pace, we should catch up to them as they're about half way through setting up a camp. Saves us a bit of time when we arrive and we don't have to exhaust ourselves with a mile sprint to catch up." Pip speaks with a bit of experience, as if he has used this trick a couple of times on his travels.
Canary, Flitch, Lia, Ragmin, and Thea are first to spot the grass nearby rustle as it appears that the group disturbed a deer that was seated in the tall grass. It appears to be sprint away from the loud talking of Pip and those not using telepathy to communicate. Such creatures do live in the nearby grasslands, but usually take shelter in Melora's wood.
"So I guess we should do something to bide the time." Pip offers as he disregards the deer sighting. "Anyone got a game they want to play, or a good travelling story?"
Thea can tell that there's about 7 or so hours until sundown for this trip. Based on that, the caravan will probably stop in about six, giving you an hour to make up the distance between the two groups before the sun sets.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Filtch's ears perk up, and not a moment after his eye lands on the deer before he drops his dagger right to the ground and reveals and entire crossbow out from under his cloak.
Attack: 20 Damage: 14
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."
Thea stops for a second, stunned.
She feels the noise radiating through her mind, sending shivers down her spine. Right after the sounds vanish, a warm sommerbreeze wafts through her ears, without leaving any sensation to feel.
"I appreciate your concern, dear Filtch, but you can trust me to handle myself. While this body may seem young and fragile, my mind is no longer trapped inside these boundaries. And i am craving some action."
With these words, Filtch is embraced by the same ever so soft hissing. A sound one can only adumbrate while the first summerwinds run through the widths of green fields. There is, however, not the slightest movement in the air to explain these noises.
OOC: Thea uses a short Delusion first on herself, then on Filtch.
"Sorry about that, I myself need some time getting used to this sort of company. I didnt get to travel in groups that much lately."
Her eyes following the escaping deer, she goes on in a cheerful tone.
"While i find myself all out of games to play, I'd love to hear an inspirational tale to help catch this resting caravane. I dare you to amaze me!"
Filtch's trained senses pick up on the fleeing deer before it gets far. The crossbow launches a bolt that glides swiftly into the back of the deer's neck, just below its skull. The deer stumbles, its body attempting to co-ordinate, but it appears that the single well-aimed shot has severed its brain's ability to move as the form falls into the tall grass. A clean kill.
Pip whistles. "Wow, that's a good shot." He stands on his tip toes to look over the taller grass to try and assess where it fell. "You thinking of a bit more rations for tonight? I'm not really a hunter-gatherer guy, but maybe one of you knows how to skin a deer?"
(OOC: If you wish to salvage meat from the deer's body, it'll take about 10 minutes of work with a Survival roll. Should you want someone to assist you, they will provide advantage for that roll.)
Edit: The arrow is available for retrieval. It was not broken.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
"What a shot!" , Thea congratulates, trying hard to glance at her elfen companion without ostentation to see how she might react to the scene.
Survival: 17
(Wow, somebody want to go help Canary? He’s trying to skin a deer with his katana apparently)
"Haha! Well, we won't be eating berries tonight! Unless we're an elf, of course!"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"Ahh Fresh meat for the travel, Thank you Pelor for such bounty to start our journey"
"Filch would you like some help dressing the deer?"
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
Given Ragmin is assisting in the skinning and carving up of the deer, Canary may roll again (effectively advantage)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
"hows that for game?" Flitch chimes, padding himself on the back mentally, he may be struggling with a constant state of cognitive dissonance but at-least his faculties are enough in check to execute a well aimed pun when duty calls.
he cocks back his cross bow and re-holster it before picking his dagger backup
"We are eating something better then snakes to nigh- AY! somebody get that snow-white little legs away from that meat, what in the nine hells is he doing! we an't chopin it here, the caravan folks are going to do worlds of a better job carving that thing up then any of us Except for maybe Arwen, but she don't eat meat!" He shouts gesturing toward Liavyre. "Now who's going to help carry it? these old bones sure aren't."
Filtch Red-whisker | N/G | Nim | 3rd lv Fighter | Brute | "We fight for the youth, we fight at all cost. For as long as we fight, we have not truly lost"
Zanthin Abrax | N/G | Human | 6th lv Wizard | Lore master | "I'd tell you how astronomically dull you truly are, but I'd need to visit the far realm just to find the words to do so."