Silf stretches her arms and gives a tiny yawn. As she sits up and beats her wings to get to her feet, the fairy checks her things over and begins to pace around the camp. “Slept like a baby, thanks!”
“Poor Cal,” she mutters to herself. She continues pacing around the camp while rubbing her eyes, eventually running into Quatt and bouncing back on her rear. “Oh! Excuse me! Sorry, I’m a little clumsy in the morning. How did you sleep, Quatt? Do you live in your shell when you sleep?”
Quatt feels the bump from behind and turns around slowly, confused at first when he sees no one behind him, he finally looks down and notices Silf. With a smile on his face "Good morning Silf, I slept well, although I am still getting used to there not being a ceiling above. The wide open feels odd sometimes, so does the chill in the air. Being underground had a certain warmth to it. And as for my shell, the answer is both yes and no, it depends on how I am feeling. I am able to go inside of it if need be. And how did you sleep? I imagine lying on your back might be hard for you as well due to your wings?"
"Hmmmm. It's not the best to sleep on my wings! They get really sore." Silf beats her wings unconsciously. "But I slept well last night! I've never been underground before. I wonder what sorts of animals live underground . . ."
The fairy raises a finger to her chin and begins to imagine mushroomy sheep and root-encrusted cattle moving through a big cave, before a large, stone horse pops into her head. Nodding to herself, clearly convinced that this must be a vision of the Underdark, Silf hugs Quatt's leg spontaneously, feeling some subconscious connection to the tortle. She begins humming a tune before turning back and looking for Blair and Eron, or, as she's dubbed them in her mind, Blaeron.
"Oooooooooooooooh, a tavern! Should we patronize this establishment," Silf says in a pretend lofty tone.
“It doesn’t look very welcoming.” Blair says as they roll into town, his eyes glancing to the dreary facade of the Black Flagon, its only light coming from a lone, flickering candle. He squints, trying to peer through the dark window of the establishment. “Is this area usually this sparse?”
Eron knows very little of Pelor. He can recognize the symbols and has an impression Pelor is a 'good' God with relatively good followers. Eron notices the inn atop the Black Flagon as a person in the window on the second floor peering down into the street below at the party.
"No," Beryl replies helping Cal dismount Navar before she does the same. "Be on your gaurd," she adds before she slowly removes her ax from her back.
"Great, " Cal says frustrated. "Another distraction," the cleric mutters as he absent-mindedly grasps his amulet of Pelor looking around and flanking Beryl!
Blair doesn't glimpse anything beyond the empty roads!
“We’ve been observed there was a spotter up in the window, everyone be on alert.” Eron dismounts from the wagon readying his longbow. If there is a hitching post Eron will slowly guide the wagon that way.
Quatt will hop down off the wagon once it has stopped "Is it normal to enter taverns expecting combat? From what I understand I thought bar fights only happen after everyone has been drinking?"
Silf reacts to the ranger's statement by casting shillelagh, covering her quarterstaff with a thin layer of thorns, barbs, and stickers. She backs up next to Blair, glancing up at him with a look of concern on her face. "What should we do, Blair? Wait?"
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“That’s usually the case, Quatt. But this tavern look particularly… gloomy.” Blair replies to the tortle, looking up at the second floor window, but couldn’t see what Eron saw.
“It’s okay.” He says to Silf, a small smile on his lips. He holds his flute in his hand and climbs off the horse, following the others. “Eron will protect us. We’ll just give him a little encouragement.” He will give Eron a bardic inspiration, trusting the ranger’s ability.
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Eron hitches up Apple-Jack & the wagon. He heads to the tavern. Upon entering the establishment he scans the room noting stairs bar tables etc. “Aweful quiet today, everything alright?”
Quatt, seeing Silf's staff, taps the butt of his quarterstaff on the ground, causing the end to reshape into a cudgel like head and for thorns to sprout along the upper portion.
Eron attempts to enter the tavern but the door is locked! As he observes around the door he can tell it's slightly dented in, the solid oak looks like it's been battered in an attempt for someone or something to enter!
OOC Everyone roll perception check!
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"Cal," Beryl calls out Navar's reigns in her hand as she stops on her way towards the stables. "Everyone...here," she adds next her tone auditablely horrified!
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Eron Coalborn religion check 8
As the party rolls into town Eron looks around for signs of people milling about or sounds of voices etc.
perception 14
Quatt feels the bump from behind and turns around slowly, confused at first when he sees no one behind him, he finally looks down and notices Silf. With a smile on his face "Good morning Silf, I slept well, although I am still getting used to there not being a ceiling above. The wide open feels odd sometimes, so does the chill in the air. Being underground had a certain warmth to it. And as for my shell, the answer is both yes and no, it depends on how I am feeling. I am able to go inside of it if need be. And how did you sleep? I imagine lying on your back might be hard for you as well due to your wings?"
"Hmmmm. It's not the best to sleep on my wings! They get really sore." Silf beats her wings unconsciously. "But I slept well last night! I've never been underground before. I wonder what sorts of animals live underground . . ."
The fairy raises a finger to her chin and begins to imagine mushroomy sheep and root-encrusted cattle moving through a big cave, before a large, stone horse pops into her head. Nodding to herself, clearly convinced that this must be a vision of the Underdark, Silf hugs Quatt's leg spontaneously, feeling some subconscious connection to the tortle. She begins humming a tune before turning back and looking for Blair and Eron, or, as she's dubbed them in her mind, Blaeron.
"Oooooooooooooooh, a tavern! Should we patronize this establishment," Silf says in a pretend lofty tone.
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“It doesn’t look very welcoming.” Blair says as they roll into town, his eyes glancing to the dreary facade of the Black Flagon, its only light coming from a lone, flickering candle. He squints, trying to peer through the dark window of the establishment. “Is this area usually this sparse?”
Perception: 10
Eron knows very little of Pelor. He can recognize the symbols and has an impression Pelor is a 'good' God with relatively good followers. Eron notices the inn atop the Black Flagon as a person in the window on the second floor peering down into the street below at the party.
"No," Beryl replies helping Cal dismount Navar before she does the same. "Be on your gaurd," she adds before she slowly removes her ax from her back.
"Great, " Cal says frustrated. "Another distraction," the cleric mutters as he absent-mindedly grasps his amulet of Pelor looking around and flanking Beryl!
Blair doesn't glimpse anything beyond the empty roads!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
“We’ve been observed there was a spotter up in the window, everyone be on alert.” Eron dismounts from the wagon readying his longbow. If there is a hitching post Eron will slowly guide the wagon that way.
in elvish under his breath, “Sahyaadon’s eyes”
Quatt will hop down off the wagon once it has stopped "Is it normal to enter taverns expecting combat? From what I understand I thought bar fights only happen after everyone has been drinking?"
Silf reacts to the ranger's statement by casting shillelagh, covering her quarterstaff with a thin layer of thorns, barbs, and stickers. She backs up next to Blair, glancing up at him with a look of concern on her face. "What should we do, Blair? Wait?"
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“That’s usually the case, Quatt. But this tavern look particularly… gloomy.” Blair replies to the tortle, looking up at the second floor window, but couldn’t see what Eron saw.
“It’s okay.” He says to Silf, a small smile on his lips. He holds his flute in his hand and climbs off the horse, following the others. “Eron will protect us. We’ll just give him a little encouragement.” He will give Eron a bardic inspiration, trusting the ranger’s ability.
Eron hitches up Apple-Jack & the wagon. He heads to the tavern. Upon entering the establishment he scans the room noting stairs bar tables etc. “Aweful quiet today, everything alright?”
insight 8
Quatt, seeing Silf's staff, taps the butt of his quarterstaff on the ground, causing the end to reshape into a cudgel like head and for thorns to sprout along the upper portion.
Silf watches Quatt transform his quarterstaff. She pumps her fist into the air and flashes the tortle a winning smile.
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Eron attempts to enter the tavern but the door is locked! As he observes around the door he can tell it's slightly dented in, the solid oak looks like it's been battered in an attempt for someone or something to enter!
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Perception check 9
Quatt perception: 16
Silf's ears tingle as she looks around the settlement.
Perception! 2
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"Hrmph. Must be the wind."
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"Cal," Beryl calls out Navar's reigns in her hand as she stops on her way towards the stables. "Everyone...here," she adds next her tone auditablely horrified!
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Eron quickly makes his way over to Beryl. Readying his bow once again on his way. Something in Beryl’s tone, the hairs on Eron’s neck are standing up.