Blair sees the gleaming symbol of Pelor emblazoned on the plate armor and immediately understands. He glances at Beryl’s pale, tense expression and exchanges a look with Silf, who is also looking curiously at her. “Bad news.” Blair says to Silf softly. He puts one slender finger on his lips, like sharing a secret with the fairy. With a whisper, he casts minor illusion on the armor, making it seem like a pile of random gears and tools. The spell won’t last long, but should suffice for a cursory glance.
After Cal walks away, Blair leans towards the half-orc. “I don’t mind breaking it to him.” He offers gently, understanding it is hard for Beryl to tell the cleric their discovery. “If it’s too difficult for you.”
Eron returns about 30 seconds after combat began winded after chasing off murderous thieving bandits. “Well I see one won’t be killing innocent traveler’s anymore good axing Beryl. Just a pity one had to be chopped up for the rest to see the error of their ways. Have they stolen much here?”
He retrieves his bow and briefly looks for his arrow then recalls converting it to raw force and realizes its no longer able to be recovered.
If the ox is still nearby he will try to settle it maybe offer it a leftover goodberry.
"No, I...." Beryl cuts out then replies after a deep breath to Blair. "Thank you but I'll tell him," the fighter nods with a softer expression at Blair. "Thanks...for the cover...just," she still stammers, "we'll uh... stow this stuff eh," she adds gesturing to the wagon as Eron walks up. "We're making camp here," Beryl then says to Eron with a nod. "Good effort out there," she adds to the ranger as she passes him but doesn't stop. "Grab the ox if you don't mind," she adds to Eron too as Beryl heads in the direction of Cal looking for camping spots as the others look over the wagon.
Navar is standing beside the road munching on grass as the End's horses do the same seeming none the wiser to the events of the evening. Beryl meets Cal near one of three sets of standing trees in the flat grassland that at least provide some shelter from the elements and a place to hitch up the animals overnight. Beryl waves over the party at the wagon before looking to where Quatt and Nobriki are with a sigh.
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“Good idea, my dearest-friend-in-the-whole-wide-world!” Silf whispers truthfully to Blair as she watches the armor magically transform into random objects. As most of her forest friends had perished—and owing to the tendency of fairies to make snap decisions—she regards Blair as the closest friend she’s got, despite only meeting him recently. She ponders using her magic to bury the armor for the time being, searching for a suitable spot. Then she sees the ox standing off to the side! She flutters over to it, just after Eron.
“Is he okay?” For the first time as a member of the group, Silf’s face is not angry, overly excited, or pranky but concerned. Setting herself down just to the side of the beast, she closes her eyes and presses her palms together. With a whispered “flimflamflomflum,” the fairy blows air between her hands and a tiny, spectral fairy mage hand appears and begins rubbing and scratching the ox behind the ears. “Yes! Let’s settle him in with us in the camp, Eron!”
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Eron closes his eyes takes a deep breathe, “Her name is Babe I think.” He takes a few more deep breathes try to calm after the adrenaline rush. “Is everyone okay? Are you okay Silf?” Eron looks her in the eyes smiling, but he can’t hold his composer as his face begins to blush he looks at Babe and gently leads her over to the other animals.
After this Eron begins his routine cleaning and whetstone then some practice maneuvers and finally stows away his weapons, leaving his armor on he volunteers to help with first watch.
(sometime during sword drill he will detect portals just to use it for the day.)
“I’m so good! Super good! Thanks for asking, wonderful friend.” Silf smiles and stretches her arms up, giving a huge-tiny yawn. She decides that, yes, Eron too is a best friend. The fairy immediately took a liking to him when she saw him interact with Apple-Jack, but the way he’s treated this unknown animal has created a permanent compartment in her miniscule heart for him. She gives him a play punch on the side of the leg (I’m not so sure how tall Eron is but she can’t be much higher than knee level). “Say, that was some good bow-and-arrowing!” Silf imitates shooting a bow. “Second only to your fancy sword skills! I didn’t know you were such a swordy person, Eron! Full of surprises, this one is.”
The little fairy smiles and will provide the help if Eron would like so he can move/direct Babe to a safer location.
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"We'll set up a watch rotation," Beryl replies at Nobriki's question. "I'm no cook but I'll leave it to y'all to sort out, the meal," she explains. "Cal says this is the best place to camp," the fighter adds motioning around the stand of trees.
"Would...I want to move the body off the road," Cal then speaks up. "Can I get a hand," the cleric asks the party.
OOC the party can build camp with survival checks alone or aided by another with advantage. Burying the body can happen in fade out, just need RP'd volunteers unless your PC would like to speak to Cal.
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Quatt seeing the others already calming the oxen, walks slowly back to the others on the road, stowing his shield back amongst his shell. Once back at the road he looks to the others "Is this normal for surface travel? This is very different from the caves." As he stands there, his staff shifts back into its normal shape and the thorns retract back into the wood.
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Eron accepts Silfs help with the animals, those who have not been offered a goodberry will be given one 2 buckets are brought down off of Apple-Jack the lids removed and 6 gallons of water quickly gets drank up by the 5 animals. Eron eats a goodberry then offers the 4 remaining to whomever may be hungry.
Survival (Eron will ask Silf for help with this also)
1912 first roll if no help.
Eron casts goodberry for whomever else is hungry and for animals breakfast tomorrow.
if Eron’s request to be on first watch is okay with everyone he will cast speak with animals on Babe ask her about her former handlers? Ask Navar how’s life? Speak with the animals cheer them up.
at the end of 1st watch if no incidents one more goodberry spell then wake the next watcher and get some sleep.
Quatt will walk up and stand uncomfortably close to Eron, perhaps not used to the concept of personal space, before speaking "I can help with setting up the encampment if you need help. My skills may be suited for underground, but I became accustomed to having to use little resources to create something." If Eron turns around he gives him a somewhat awkward smile.
“I could use a hand. Let’s see firewood, replenish the water buckets, brush down especially Navar he says 2 riders makes his fur itchy, I’ll try to reinstall that wagon wheel,... Quatt that shield is that a part of your shell? And your staff grew thorns, that was awesome, did you call up a ghostly claw while we chased that bandit? Silf the animals really like you... did you make the enemies burn with colorful flames? Sorry I’m just so wound up right now. Whew I’m so relieved no one got hurt.” Eron tries to slow down deep breathes. He looks at Quatt admiring the calm manner and steadiness. “Did you use your funguses? Or is it fungi?”
Eron doesn’t mind Quatt’s closeness he is used to animals who also tend to bunch together.
Blair will help Cal take care of the bandit's body. "What led them to this life, I wonder." The bard muses softly. "Perhaps they had no other options or were driven to desperation. Or they just preferred to take the easy route. Whatever the reason, it's a shame to see such a path of destruction and harm."
Blair moves about the campsite with a confident gait, lending a hand where needed to set up the necessary accommodations for the night. He graciously accepts a goodberry from Eron, his mysterious smile revealing a hint of what may lay beyond the surface. From within the folds of his robes, he pulls out a small, silver flask and offers a drink to any of his companions who are interested. As they gather around the camp, Blair says, "Friends, I must say I am honoured to accompany such valiant heroes on this journey, even if we only just met today. After the events of the ambush, it is a privilege to take a moment to reflect and appreciate the company we share around this warm fire. May I offer a tune to wrap up this day's journey and to lift our spirits?" He brings out his flute and begins to play a soothing melody, the notes weaving a spell of serenity and peace over the campsite. The tune dances and soars, each note struck with precision and grace. He uses minor illusion to manipulate the flame, the fire seems to be swaying in tune to the music, forming different shapes, as if it too is entranced by the beautiful sound. The soft, gentle notes of the flute create a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, filling the air with an almost ethereal quality. The firelight flickers and dances along with the music, leaving a mesmerizing display of light and sound.
((Don't think anyone's hurt, but if anyone's recovering hp using hit dice, they can add 1d6 to the result.))
"Awwww, I and much good with fires and cooking and such. But my lady Titania has blessed these hands to allow me to alleve you of some of your wounds. I can also keep a pretty good beat and spin a yarn if you don't mind some backup, Blair? Oooh ooh, I could sing you the song of my favorite Satyr paladin, the one who inspired me to follow the path of greatness! "
“Not my flames, Eron! They were Blair’s,” Silf says. “Blair has fairy magic, too!”
She suddenly pulls a face--some strange combination of a Spock eyebrow raise with Sherlock-y curiosity--and whispers, looking to Eron and Blair, "And they're both cute, and nice, and helpful, and like animals. Hm." Her tiny fairy brain constructs a narrative in which Blair and Eron are long lost brothers and that their species difference can somehow be explained by changeling involvement. "I'll have to figure that one out later . . ."
“I can help too!”the fairy suddenly shouts, before she begins toodling around the camp, helping out here and there. After using mold earth to create a hole suitable for the bandit’s burial, she summons her mage hand to help brush down the horses. As she watches the magical hand brushing Navar, Silf looks at Quatt. “You’re very interesting, I’ve never seen such a mushroomy tortle before! Do you eat mushrooms? Is that cannibalism? Are they magic mushrooms? How many mushroom tortles are there?”
She stares up at the tortle with a quizzical look, her fists on her hips. Blair’s tune has certainly calmed her, though it has failed to dampen the energy that seems to always be bubbling just under the surface.
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Nobriki begins his tale. He regales it in sing song, switching tempos every now and again.
Gather around my friends and fan… just one? (ha!) While I tell you the story of a great goat man! Now stop me if you've heard this one, but if you have I will tell it again, for some that I've heard have it wrong by a ton, so let me correct those men! The Satyr I speak of is Marsyas, I know some of the tails make him out as an ass, He could handle a sword as well as his loot, do battle with foes while dining on fruit, and dispatch of all evil by root! One low fateful day while battling bad, He came across a God who he had thought was just rad, This God was Apollo and boy his hearts hollow, Because he was jealous of all that Mar had! He challenge a battle, Called our noble boy cattle, He thought he could rattle, And that no one would tattle, On up to old Zeus, his Dad! So he flayed our poor boy, For besting him fair contest, And Mar seemed just a little too coy, When he proved he was better than the rest!
Quatt looks to Eron in response to the questions put to him, "The staff and the spectral claw were both just some simple magic, not much truthfully but always better than nothing. As for my shield..." He reaches around and grabs the moss and fungus covered piece of wood, "Its not part of my shell..." Quatt stops to look at it and smiles before looking back up to Eron "I guess I never realized how well it matches my shell, both having moss and fungus. But it is only a strong piece of wood that the fungus showed me after I left the caves, found it in a swamp on my way here." He outs the shield back on his shell, and lightly touches one of the mushrooms on his back "As I said in town I can have the fungus release spores that can hurt someone, the spores can also make me heartier and improve my health, but I am only able to do that a couple times before I must rest."
Quatt looks like he is about to continue before Silf approaches with more questions, "Ive never seen a mushroomery tortle besides myself either, although I would very much like to. I do not eat mushrooms, I do eat many things, but out of respect for my Myconid family I dont eat fungus. Although I can recommend some to you if youd like! I dont recommend the ones on my back however, they will most likely make you very sick."
Looking to Silf "I do believe I saw you alter your staff as well, do you practice natural magic as well?"
OOC would you like to speak to the animals Eron? Also they're technically NPCs so I'd be the one to speak for them. I'd say Apple Jack too would fall under my management if you wanted a conversation. Apple Jack is totally up to you tho!
Cal and Blair aided by Silf bury the bandit. Cal is quiet and contemplative. Beryl makes herself useful unsaddling Navar and hanging a hitching line, a 20ft piece of rope, between two of the three large trees at the campsite. Cal remains quiet most of the twilight while they party makes camp. Eron does wonders with the gear from the wagon the brought from the End as well as a couple items in the bandits' loot. Three fine tents are pitched, a firs lit, and a cast iron pot with stew is put on to cook. Beryl takes a seat near Cal and although the cleric remains in his thoughts Beryl attempts to engage the party.
"No, Quatt it's very odd not not find other travelers moving south towards Westruun. I think the bandits we're not exactly skilled they might have help with other known marauding groups in tbe area. Theit leader was sadly a young man. So, they fleed at the death of their leader makes me think they might be new to this work. They did however manage to steal quite a few things of value," she adds gesturing at the wagon the party brought down.
All three of the party's horses are hitched up along with the mule and ox. Both Cal and Beryl decline the spirits and after Nobriki as well as Blair’s music they retire. Beryl and Cal agree to third watch with whoever wants to join them and go into the same tent to sleep.
The corner of Blair’s lips lifts as the ranger hands back the silver flask after tasting it, wide eyed. “Dragonfire,” Blair says, a gleam of mischievousness in his emerald eyes. “made with a potent blend of spices and distilled spirits, said to be inspired by the flames of dragons. Hence the name.”
“Please do.” Blair says to the satyr, smiling. When Nobriki starts his tale of the brave Marsyas, Blair follows his lead, joining in with the music of his flute. His slender fingers on the flute move with a fluid grace, pressing the keys effortlessly. A lively rhythm plays to match the boisterous storytelling. Adding playful and intricate flourishes here and there, the dramatic emphasis builds as Nobriki tells the battle between Marsyas and Apollo, and the poignant moment when Mar is flayed. Throughout the tune, the flute weaves in and out of the spoken words, accenting the beats.
“Great tale!" As Nobriki’s story ends, Blair beams and claps. “Hubris.” He says, somewhat wistfully, “Everyone’s failing. Mortal or god.” He then smiles at the satyr, “You have a much more merciful goddess, I believe.”
If it’s time to retire, Blair offers to take the second watch.
Quatt watches the flask passed back to Blair "Might I try some? The Myconid's were not ones to make such things, and these liquids of yours have interested me." Quatt holds out a claw, not in an expectant way, but just ready if Blair obliges.
"Also I am fine helping with whatever watch I am needed for."
Blair sees the gleaming symbol of Pelor emblazoned on the plate armor and immediately understands. He glances at Beryl’s pale, tense expression and exchanges a look with Silf, who is also looking curiously at her. “Bad news.” Blair says to Silf softly. He puts one slender finger on his lips, like sharing a secret with the fairy. With a whisper, he casts minor illusion on the armor, making it seem like a pile of random gears and tools. The spell won’t last long, but should suffice for a cursory glance.
After Cal walks away, Blair leans towards the half-orc. “I don’t mind breaking it to him.” He offers gently, understanding it is hard for Beryl to tell the cleric their discovery. “If it’s too difficult for you.”
Eron returns about 30 seconds after combat began winded after chasing off murderous thieving bandits. “Well I see one won’t be killing innocent traveler’s anymore good axing Beryl. Just a pity one had to be chopped up for the rest to see the error of their ways. Have they stolen much here?”
He retrieves his bow and briefly looks for his arrow then recalls converting it to raw force and realizes its no longer able to be recovered.
If the ox is still nearby he will try to settle it maybe offer it a leftover goodberry.
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"No, I...." Beryl cuts out then replies after a deep breath to Blair. "Thank you but I'll tell him," the fighter nods with a softer expression at Blair. "Thanks...for the cover...just," she still stammers, "we'll uh... stow this stuff eh," she adds gesturing to the wagon as Eron walks up. "We're making camp here," Beryl then says to Eron with a nod. "Good effort out there," she adds to the ranger as she passes him but doesn't stop. "Grab the ox if you don't mind," she adds to Eron too as Beryl heads in the direction of Cal looking for camping spots as the others look over the wagon.
Navar is standing beside the road munching on grass as the End's horses do the same seeming none the wiser to the events of the evening. Beryl meets Cal near one of three sets of standing trees in the flat grassland that at least provide some shelter from the elements and a place to hitch up the animals overnight. Beryl waves over the party at the wagon before looking to where Quatt and Nobriki are with a sigh.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
“Good idea, my dearest-friend-in-the-whole-wide-world!” Silf whispers truthfully to Blair as she watches the armor magically transform into random objects. As most of her forest friends had perished—and owing to the tendency of fairies to make snap decisions—she regards Blair as the closest friend she’s got, despite only meeting him recently. She ponders using her magic to bury the armor for the time being, searching for a suitable spot. Then she sees the ox standing off to the side! She flutters over to it, just after Eron.
“Is he okay?” For the first time as a member of the group, Silf’s face is not angry, overly excited, or pranky but concerned. Setting herself down just to the side of the beast, she closes her eyes and presses her palms together. With a whispered “flimflamflomflum,” the fairy blows air between her hands and a tiny, spectral fairy mage hand appears and begins rubbing and scratching the ox behind the ears. “Yes! Let’s settle him in with us in the camp, Eron!”
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Nobriki, noticing Eron doing his pursuit will also stop running.
Panting a bit from the exertion, he picks up a rock, throws it in the general direction of the bandits, and shoots "Now let that be a lesson!"
Then he sheaths his sword and hangers his shield as he walks back to the camp.
"Well, what's to eat, eh? We should probably keep a lookout later in case those folks come back for their loot or revenge..."
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
Eron closes his eyes takes a deep breathe, “Her name is Babe I think.” He takes a few more deep breathes try to calm after the adrenaline rush. “Is everyone okay? Are you okay Silf?” Eron looks her in the eyes smiling, but he can’t hold his composer as his face begins to blush he looks at Babe and gently leads her over to the other animals.
After this Eron begins his routine cleaning and whetstone then some practice maneuvers and finally stows away his weapons, leaving his armor on he volunteers to help with first watch.
(sometime during sword drill he will detect portals just to use it for the day.)
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“I’m so good! Super good! Thanks for asking, wonderful friend.” Silf smiles and stretches her arms up, giving a huge-tiny yawn. She decides that, yes, Eron too is a best friend. The fairy immediately took a liking to him when she saw him interact with Apple-Jack, but the way he’s treated this unknown animal has created a permanent compartment in her miniscule heart for him. She gives him a play punch on the side of the leg (I’m not so sure how tall Eron is but she can’t be much higher than knee level). “Say, that was some good bow-and-arrowing!” Silf imitates shooting a bow. “Second only to your fancy sword skills! I didn’t know you were such a swordy person, Eron! Full of surprises, this one is.”
The little fairy smiles and will provide the help if Eron would like so he can move/direct Babe to a safer location.
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Eron roll animal handling check with advantage!
"We'll set up a watch rotation," Beryl replies at Nobriki's question. "I'm no cook but I'll leave it to y'all to sort out, the meal," she explains. "Cal says this is the best place to camp," the fighter adds motioning around the stand of trees.
"Would...I want to move the body off the road," Cal then speaks up. "Can I get a hand," the cleric asks the party.
OOC the party can build camp with survival checks alone or aided by another with advantage. Burying the body can happen in fade out, just need RP'd volunteers unless your PC would like to speak to Cal.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Quatt seeing the others already calming the oxen, walks slowly back to the others on the road, stowing his shield back amongst his shell. Once back at the road he looks to the others "Is this normal for surface travel? This is very different from the caves." As he stands there, his staff shifts back into its normal shape and the thorns retract back into the wood.
Eron accepts Silfs help with the animals, those who have not been offered a goodberry will be given one 2 buckets are brought down off of Apple-Jack the lids removed and 6 gallons of water quickly gets drank up by the 5 animals. Eron eats a goodberry then offers the 4 remaining to whomever may be hungry.
animal handling advantage from Silf’s help
24
Survival (Eron will ask Silf for help with this also)
19 12 first roll if no help.
Eron casts goodberry for whomever else is hungry and for animals breakfast tomorrow.
if Eron’s request to be on first watch is okay with everyone he will cast speak with animals on Babe ask her about her former handlers? Ask Navar how’s life? Speak with the animals cheer them up.
at the end of 1st watch if no incidents one more goodberry spell then wake the next watcher and get some sleep.
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Quatt will walk up and stand uncomfortably close to Eron, perhaps not used to the concept of personal space, before speaking "I can help with setting up the encampment if you need help. My skills may be suited for underground, but I became accustomed to having to use little resources to create something." If Eron turns around he gives him a somewhat awkward smile.
“I could use a hand. Let’s see firewood, replenish the water buckets, brush down especially Navar he says 2 riders makes his fur itchy, I’ll try to reinstall that wagon wheel,... Quatt that shield is that a part of your shell? And your staff grew thorns, that was awesome, did you call up a ghostly claw while we chased that bandit? Silf the animals really like you... did you make the enemies burn with colorful flames? Sorry I’m just so wound up right now. Whew I’m so relieved no one got hurt.” Eron tries to slow down deep breathes. He looks at Quatt admiring the calm manner and steadiness. “Did you use your funguses? Or is it fungi?”
Eron doesn’t mind Quatt’s closeness he is used to animals who also tend to bunch together.
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Blair will help Cal take care of the bandit's body. "What led them to this life, I wonder." The bard muses softly. "Perhaps they had no other options or were driven to desperation. Or they just preferred to take the easy route. Whatever the reason, it's a shame to see such a path of destruction and harm."
Blair moves about the campsite with a confident gait, lending a hand where needed to set up the necessary accommodations for the night. He graciously accepts a goodberry from Eron, his mysterious smile revealing a hint of what may lay beyond the surface. From within the folds of his robes, he pulls out a small, silver flask and offers a drink to any of his companions who are interested. As they gather around the camp, Blair says, "Friends, I must say I am honoured to accompany such valiant heroes on this journey, even if we only just met today. After the events of the ambush, it is a privilege to take a moment to reflect and appreciate the company we share around this warm fire. May I offer a tune to wrap up this day's journey and to lift our spirits?" He brings out his flute and begins to play a soothing melody, the notes weaving a spell of serenity and peace over the campsite. The tune dances and soars, each note struck with precision and grace. He uses minor illusion to manipulate the flame, the fire seems to be swaying in tune to the music, forming different shapes, as if it too is entranced by the beautiful sound. The soft, gentle notes of the flute create a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, filling the air with an almost ethereal quality. The firelight flickers and dances along with the music, leaving a mesmerizing display of light and sound.
((Don't think anyone's hurt, but if anyone's recovering hp using hit dice, they can add 1d6 to the result.))
"Awwww, I and much good with fires and cooking and such. But my lady Titania has blessed these hands to allow me to alleve you of some of your wounds. I can also keep a pretty good beat and spin a yarn if you don't mind some backup, Blair? Oooh ooh, I could sing you the song of my favorite Satyr paladin, the one who inspired me to follow the path of greatness! "
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
“Not my flames, Eron! They were Blair’s,” Silf says. “Blair has fairy magic, too!”
She suddenly pulls a face--some strange combination of a Spock eyebrow raise with Sherlock-y curiosity--and whispers, looking to Eron and Blair, "And they're both cute, and nice, and helpful, and like animals. Hm." Her tiny fairy brain constructs a narrative in which Blair and Eron are long lost brothers and that their species difference can somehow be explained by changeling involvement. "I'll have to figure that one out later . . ."
“I can help too!” the fairy suddenly shouts, before she begins toodling around the camp, helping out here and there. After using mold earth to create a hole suitable for the bandit’s burial, she summons her mage hand to help brush down the horses. As she watches the magical hand brushing Navar, Silf looks at Quatt. “You’re very interesting, I’ve never seen such a mushroomy tortle before! Do you eat mushrooms? Is that cannibalism? Are they magic mushrooms? How many mushroom tortles are there?”
She stares up at the tortle with a quizzical look, her fists on her hips. Blair’s tune has certainly calmed her, though it has failed to dampen the energy that seems to always be bubbling just under the surface.
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Nobriki begins his tale. He regales it in sing song, switching tempos every now and again.
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
Quatt looks to Eron in response to the questions put to him, "The staff and the spectral claw were both just some simple magic, not much truthfully but always better than nothing. As for my shield..." He reaches around and grabs the moss and fungus covered piece of wood, "Its not part of my shell..." Quatt stops to look at it and smiles before looking back up to Eron "I guess I never realized how well it matches my shell, both having moss and fungus. But it is only a strong piece of wood that the fungus showed me after I left the caves, found it in a swamp on my way here." He outs the shield back on his shell, and lightly touches one of the mushrooms on his back "As I said in town I can have the fungus release spores that can hurt someone, the spores can also make me heartier and improve my health, but I am only able to do that a couple times before I must rest."
Quatt looks like he is about to continue before Silf approaches with more questions, "Ive never seen a mushroomery tortle besides myself either, although I would very much like to. I do not eat mushrooms, I do eat many things, but out of respect for my Myconid family I dont eat fungus. Although I can recommend some to you if youd like! I dont recommend the ones on my back however, they will most likely make you very sick."
Looking to Silf "I do believe I saw you alter your staff as well, do you practice natural magic as well?"
OOC would you like to speak to the animals Eron? Also they're technically NPCs so I'd be the one to speak for them. I'd say Apple Jack too would fall under my management if you wanted a conversation. Apple Jack is totally up to you tho!
Cal and Blair aided by Silf bury the bandit. Cal is quiet and contemplative. Beryl makes herself useful unsaddling Navar and hanging a hitching line, a 20ft piece of rope, between two of the three large trees at the campsite. Cal remains quiet most of the twilight while they party makes camp. Eron does wonders with the gear from the wagon the brought from the End as well as a couple items in the bandits' loot. Three fine tents are pitched, a firs lit, and a cast iron pot with stew is put on to cook. Beryl takes a seat near Cal and although the cleric remains in his thoughts Beryl attempts to engage the party.
"No, Quatt it's very odd not not find other travelers moving south towards Westruun. I think the bandits we're not exactly skilled they might have help with other known marauding groups in tbe area. Theit leader was sadly a young man. So, they fleed at the death of their leader makes me think they might be new to this work. They did however manage to steal quite a few things of value," she adds gesturing at the wagon the party brought down.
All three of the party's horses are hitched up along with the mule and ox. Both Cal and Beryl decline the spirits and after Nobriki as well as Blair’s music they retire. Beryl and Cal agree to third watch with whoever wants to join them and go into the same tent to sleep.
OOC who's doing what watch?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
The corner of Blair’s lips lifts as the ranger hands back the silver flask after tasting it, wide eyed. “Dragonfire,” Blair says, a gleam of mischievousness in his emerald eyes. “made with a potent blend of spices and distilled spirits, said to be inspired by the flames of dragons. Hence the name.”
“Please do.” Blair says to the satyr, smiling. When Nobriki starts his tale of the brave Marsyas, Blair follows his lead, joining in with the music of his flute. His slender fingers on the flute move with a fluid grace, pressing the keys effortlessly. A lively rhythm plays to match the boisterous storytelling. Adding playful and intricate flourishes here and there, the dramatic emphasis builds as Nobriki tells the battle between Marsyas and Apollo, and the poignant moment when Mar is flayed. Throughout the tune, the flute weaves in and out of the spoken words, accenting the beats.
“Great tale!" As Nobriki’s story ends, Blair beams and claps. “Hubris.” He says, somewhat wistfully, “Everyone’s failing. Mortal or god.” He then smiles at the satyr, “You have a much more merciful goddess, I believe.”
If it’s time to retire, Blair offers to take the second watch.
Quatt watches the flask passed back to Blair "Might I try some? The Myconid's were not ones to make such things, and these liquids of yours have interested me." Quatt holds out a claw, not in an expectant way, but just ready if Blair obliges.
"Also I am fine helping with whatever watch I am needed for."