"aye, crossbows are nice, a good dwarvish heavy crossbow can kill a boar if used by a skilled marksman. those are the best ones if" vidruth falters slightly, remembering who he is speaking to "if you can get them"
as we walk vidruth has been quietly playing various sounds of the mountains over and over again with slight variations alternating with the flute music from before trying to find something that matches, occasionally mixed in with the natural sounds he tries quiet drums or harp chords.
every night when the group rests vidruth cleans off his staff and boots carefully and checks his gear before turning in
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A couple of the crew were not in the wagon currently, but to the ones that were, he chimed in as bold as he could at the first chance, "hello Berry, Kiselina. My name is Nosam Lightfound and it is a pleasure to meet you both. First, I was treated to a pleasant earworm of a melody on your flute, and hopefully I could join you both for a round of drink later. Of course I am not inviting myself along for a handout, only to continue the company."
In a mix of leaping and walking next to Kiselina during their conversation, Berry regards Nosam’s approach with curiosity and visibly appreciates his remarks about the earlier song. He cracks a smile towards Nosam and replies in verse, “You’re welcome to join, later or now; for drinks and sing song, to this I bow; humor and revelry, as our company; I am willing to vow.”
As they walk, Marten asks Nosam, "How do you like that there crossbow? I may want to buy one when I gift this bow," indicating his shortbow, "to my nephew."
Nosam turned towards Marten, "it's not to shabby, gets the job done if you know how to use it. I prefer the up close and personal myself. Something about feeling the crack of a skull, takes me to my happy place." He was energetic with the response, but tried to not come across too nutty. "How old is the nephew, that bow going to be his first?"
Marten looks a little embarrassed. He says, "Um...well now, I'm not rightly sure. Old enough to draw it."
He looks at his shortbow and turns it over in his hand lovingly. "My da' taught me how to shoot on his bow...this bow. My father didn't leave to see his daughters married, but it just seemed right that my nephew should have his grand da's bow."
Marten looks at Nosam's crossbow again. "Maybe I could try it sometime? Crossbows seem to manage a heavier draw, but they always look so awkward to me."
As they walk, Marten asks Nosam, "How do you like that there crossbow? I may want to buy one when I gift this bow," indicating his shortbow, "to my nephew."
Nosam turned towards Marten, "it's not to shabby, gets the job done if you know how to use it. I prefer the up close and personal myself. Something about feeling the crack of a skull, takes me to my happy place." He was energetic with the response, but tried to not come across too nutty. "How old is the nephew, that bow going to be his first?"
Marten looks a little embarrassed. He says, "Um...well now, I'm not rightly sure. Old enough to draw it."
He looks at his shortbow and turns it over in his hand lovingly. "My da' taught me how to shoot on his bow...this bow. My father didn't leave to see his daughters married, but it just seemed right that my nephew should have his grand da's bow."
Marten looks at Nosam's crossbow again. "Maybe I could try it sometime? Crossbows seem to manage a heavier draw, but they always look so awkward to me."
"Why of course, have a go whenever you ready. I trust you know what you're doing and don't need me to babysit you."
"remind me of home you lot! weapon mad the both of ya" vidruth informs marten and nosam with a sad smile "just remember that the difference between a brave champion who scatters foes and an overextended fool overwhelmed by numbers is wisdom and fear" he shakes his head, irritatated by his own words "bah why am I even telling you, I barely know you and one of yers a dwarf" he turns abruptly "ill form you a target next time we stop"
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quote from Romantically Apocalyptic byVitaly S Alexius
"remind me of home you lot! weapon mad the both of ya" vidruth informs marten and nosam with a sad smile "just remember that the difference between a brave champion who scatters foes and an overextended fool overwhelmed by numbers is wisdom and fear" he shakes his head, irritatated by his own words "bah why am I even telling you, I barely know you and one of yers a dwarf" he turns abruptly "ill form you a target next time we stop"
"Ha! Mighty sweet of you, I'll take that as a compliment."
Kiselina appears a little puzzled at Berry’s references to ‘my lady’. Ponders a few moments about what the fairy may be playing at if anything and how best to address this minor faux pas. He speaks to Berry in a hushed tone and away from the others hoping they don’t notice any embarrassment on either Kiselina’s or Berry’s parts.
“Master Berry, me thinks you have errored on my gender and we assume you meant no ill intention for it. Perhaps you are as unfamiliar with Dragonborn’s, their anatomy and linguistics as I am with Fairy traditions and culture. The word ‘Kiselina’ is indeed a ‘female’ name in Draconic, it is only so as it relates to other words such as adjectives, descriptors, and verbs, however. I am no linguist but believe other languages follow similar grammatical rules. Some such names as Luca, Attila, and Asa are male but end in the ‘A’ sound as well.”
Realizing he is droning on, but feeling like his point has been made, Kiselina tries to tie things up.
“I assure you I am male.” Drops his normal baritone voice to a bass, and adds, “and I hope I haven’t offended thee with my explanation.”
Daphyra looks at Kiselina wryly, amused by the "what you believe."
"No 'Lady', just 'Mistress ', milord. I follow the teachings of the Goddess Bastet, in the Twilight domain. My usual duties include healing the sick, offering succour to the needy, occasionally spending time in study of sacred texts. And of course, prayer and worship of the holy one. I see you are another follower of the divine. What is your path?"
Kiselina visibly shows signs of being uncomfortable talking about his faith with a cleric of a different god. Not that he isn’t strong in his faith, but rather aware that the slightest disagreement has the potential for deep rift between people.
“My family, the Greyscales, are servants of Bahamut, the platinum dragon, whose tenants includeProtecting the Innocent, Justice and Good above all, along with Honor and Duty.”
He pulls his shield off his back to show the emblem of a platinum dragon head on a blue background.
“We believe more in actions and deeds to show our devotion however, rather than time spent in reflection and prayer. As such, we spend more effort on the martial side to ensure readiness and preparation against evil, in any form.”
“But personally, I include cheerful service as a base. Life is difficult, everyone has a battle of some sort going on. I don’t understand each one. What struggles the farmer has, or the merchant as examples. But I hope that by a simple greeting of the day or wave, it might be one less thing anyone has to worry about. Besides, most judge me by my looks, as I suppose we all do. But a physically imposing dragon-looking creature usually does not inspire feelings of comfort. While a warrior for Justice, I do hope to inspire the best in others.”
Kiselina will continue to walk, enjoy the Sun, and company.
vidruth waits for a moment kiselina is not doing anything in particular then requests "please explain to me about your faith, i am intrigued by the way you worship and the way you view your diety"
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Kiselina appears a little puzzled at Berry’s references to ‘my lady’. Ponders a few moments about what the fairy may be playing at if anything and how best to address this minor faux pas. He speaks to Berry in a hushed tone and away from the others hoping they don’t notice any embarrassment on either Kiselina’s or Berry’s parts.
“Master Berry, me thinks you have errored on my gender and we assume you meant no ill intention for it. Perhaps you are as unfamiliar with Dragonborn’s, their anatomy and linguistics as I am with Fairy traditions and culture. The word ‘Kiselina’ is indeed a ‘female’ name in Draconic, it is only so as it relates to other words such as adjectives, descriptors, and verbs, however. I am no linguist but believe other languages follow similar grammatical rules. Some such names as Luca, Attila, and Asa are male but end in the ‘A’ sound as well.”
Realizing he is droning on, but feeling like his point has been made, Kiselina tries to tie things up.
“I assure you I am male.” Drops his normal baritone voice to a bass, and adds, “and I hope I haven’t offended thee with my explanation.”
"Huh, and I would have assumed that Luca and Asa are female names too!" Berry reacts bewildered indeed and his cheerfulness drives head on into a wall of sternness, "this world is full of surprises. You're right, I shouldn't judge a man on his name, I'm sorry," he says sincerely. "Some of you are mighty hard to distinguish for me. I apologise for my mistake. But tell, our leporine cleric is female, right?"
"remind me of home you lot! weapon mad the both of ya" vidruth informs marten and nosam with a sad smile "just remember that the difference between a brave champion who scatters foes and an overextended fool overwhelmed by numbers is wisdom and fear" he shakes his head, irritatated by his own words "bah why am I even telling you, I barely know you and one of yers a dwarf" he turns abruptly "ill form you a target next time we stop"
Marten is abashed. It sounds like they offended Vidruth...somehow? Or was this a half-orc joke? He opens his mouth as if to speak, but he doesn't make a sound.
Marten is not used to explaining his thoughts to others. Concrete things: where to camp, how far to go, who's on watch. That's easy. But it would take so many words to explain what he was thinking, especially since the conversation would seem as natural to him as talking about which route to take on the road.
"Ha! Mighty sweet of you, I'll take that as a compliment."
Marten shoots a sly smile at Nosam. If the dwarf sees him, Marten gives him a quick wink.
He listens to the others talking and hears discussion of the gods and religious practices. If he couldn't talk about crossbows, Marten decides that he definitely shouldn't talk about that! He decides to stick near the dwarf for now.
Turning his attention back to the road, Marten is glad for the clear weather even though it seems to have brought out more conversation from the rest of the crew. Marten had been this way before, though never to Phandalin, and he was familiar with the area. The map showed that Phandalin was at the very edge of the foothills of the Sword Mountains. Marten glances at the sun and down at his shadow on the road, and then he peers toward the distant mountains. The way shouldn't be too steep between here and Phandalin, and the wagon was making good progress on the road. At this pace, they would be safe in Phandalin before dark.
As I said, you’ve been on the Triboar Trail for about half the morning, and your conversations have caused the time to pass quickly, in stark contrast to the tedious, unremarkable prior two days. Yet it is at this moment of relative ease, soon after the sun reaches its zenith, when you come around a bend and something unexpected falls under your gaze. The oxen, Sun and Moon, lathered with perspiration from pulling the heavy wagon, are all too willing to halt, lowing complacently, tails flicking, as you try to make heads or tails of the sight from a distance.
What do you see?
Two saddled horses, obviously dead, their bodies turned and twisted in pain, lay not far ahead of you, maybe fifty feet away, blocking the path. Each sprawls upon a puddle of red-stained mud, and has several broken, black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. There are more places marking their sad corpses, penny-sized wounds shining red, washed anew by the morning’s rains, where arrows had plainly struck deeply and were — the arrows — later removed.
I say the horse’s bodies are blocking the path here, because, while in some spots, the Triboar Trail passes through wide meadows, at this point thick stands of pine saplings and holly press close to the trail on both sides, creating a funnel of steep embankments and dense thickets which now encloses your little company.
The smell is of sweet moist earth tainted by spoiled meat, and rainwater from earlier in the day continues to drip intermittently from the overhanging branches in a quiet chorus.
Imagine something like this, with two dead horses right where the trail disappears from view:
Here’s an overhead view. Squares are 5’ across.
(OOC: I have placed you in likely positions in the overhead view, blue letters for your character’s names.
In your next post, please:
-Make TWO perception checks either in your character sheet, or here. Show the results at the bottom of your next post. For both checks, post either the roll, or your passive perception, whichever is higher.
These are the “first roll” I mentioned. No further tweaking of character sheets.)
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DM for Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver// Story Guide for COYOTE and CROW: Cahokia Forever//Dev Horndin Curious Critters//Co-creator: Princes of the Apocalypse - A DnD Story
vidruth waits for a moment kiselina is not doing anything in particular then requests "please explain to me about your faith, i am intrigued by the way you worship and the way you view your diety"
Addressing Vidruth in direct conversation for the first time since departing Neverwinter, and on a topic Kiselina knows to be a trigger point for others, he chooses his words carefully. He has seen the half-Orc cast his ‘floating disk’ spell. He has surely seen the spellbook clearly marking the man as a wizard. Kiselina’s experiences tells him arcane caster rarely enjoy talk of the Divine, and even less so about gods and deities. But then he did just have a conversation about assumptions with Berry, so he heeds his own advice and opens up. Though, Kiselina tries to stick to just facts and ensuring he is speaking about his own believes.
“Are you familiar at all with Bahamut? I’d hate to cover information you already know. He is a Dragon god. While he, as many gods, can take many forms…and I suppose many dragons that aren’t gods can take many forms as well…Sorry, I prefer to envision him as the great platinum dragon. He is constantly on the lookout for evil machinations, especially those at the ‘hands/claws?’ of the evil Tiamat, the multi-headed dragon god.”
“One of his tenants, that I believe firmly in, is Justice. Righting the wrongs as best we can through action.Sometimes that means direct confrontation with evil. Though I personally feel those opportunities are far more rare than the daily interactions one has with others. It is in these opportunities that we all can have an important impact.”
“I hope that provides you with a better understanding as requested.If I may address any other inquiries you have, let me know.”
Kiselina will smile, although to the untrained eye it may appear closer to a growl without sound. Showing too many teeth and not enough lip.
Kiselina takes a few steps more than the oxen. But there is something, inexplicable that brings him sharply into focus. The dead horses, his mind races. What was the markings of Gundren’s horse, his escort’s? Are these the same? Could they belong to another traveler? Does it really matter? The words ‘action’ and ‘readiness’ push their way to the front of his thoughts as he slightly changed his grip on his pole arm.
Perception roll as requested from character sheet
First Roll: 14
Second Roll was lower than Passive so that will be: 10
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Berry returned to sit somewhere on the wagon’s frame while the oxen labored through this green tunnel. He doesn’t generally have a problem with places where he couldn’t see the open sky, but he’d prefer some more head space. These branches hang so low that it feels to him that they push him down perpetually. But what is that? Sun and Moon stopped moving and the wagon, and Berry along with it, comes to a halt. Something appears to be blocking the path, can that be dead horses? Attacked with bows? Berry’s eyes instinctively scan the forest wall around him for bandits that might still linger or, worse, lie waiting for new prey, and a shout of warning forms in his throat.
Daphyra enjoys hearing about Kiselina's "cheerful service" and sees his wariness about discussing competing temples. She lays a paw on his arm. "I believe cats and dragons are a little alike, milord, even the gods of them."
She stops short as she smells something not right, instinctively asking for the Goddess Bastet's Vigilant Blessing on herself as her nose twitches, sniffing the air. She sees the horse corpses and recoils slightly, before bowing her head and asking the Goddess to show them green pastures in the afterlife.
"aye, crossbows are nice, a good dwarvish heavy crossbow can kill a boar if used by a skilled marksman. those are the best ones if" vidruth falters slightly, remembering who he is speaking to "if you can get them"
as we walk vidruth has been quietly playing various sounds of the mountains over and over again with slight variations alternating with the flute music from before trying to find something that matches, occasionally mixed in with the natural sounds he tries quiet drums or harp chords.
every night when the group rests vidruth cleans off his staff and boots carefully and checks his gear before turning in
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In a mix of leaping and walking next to Kiselina during their conversation, Berry regards Nosam’s approach with curiosity and visibly appreciates his remarks about the earlier song. He cracks a smile towards Nosam and replies in verse, “You’re welcome to join, later or now; for drinks and sing song, to this I bow; humor and revelry, as our company; I am willing to vow.”
|| Tryncaryn - Halfling Monk/Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak || Berry - Fairy Barbarian - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver || Taya - Mysterious Fighter - Echoes of Empire || Myrla Stardust - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall ||
Marten looks a little embarrassed. He says, "Um...well now, I'm not rightly sure. Old enough to draw it."
He looks at his shortbow and turns it over in his hand lovingly. "My da' taught me how to shoot on his bow...this bow. My father didn't leave to see his daughters married, but it just seemed right that my nephew should have his grand da's bow."
Marten looks at Nosam's crossbow again. "Maybe I could try it sometime? Crossbows seem to manage a heavier draw, but they always look so awkward to me."
"Why of course, have a go whenever you ready. I trust you know what you're doing and don't need me to babysit you."
"Thank 'e," Marten nods in thanks. "I'd be happy to. Maybe when we stop so an' I can set up a proper target to aim at."
"remind me of home you lot! weapon mad the both of ya" vidruth informs marten and nosam with a sad smile "just remember that the difference between a brave champion who scatters foes and an overextended fool overwhelmed by numbers is wisdom and fear" he shakes his head, irritatated by his own words "bah why am I even telling you, I barely know you and one of yers a dwarf" he turns abruptly "ill form you a target next time we stop"
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
"Ha! Mighty sweet of you, I'll take that as a compliment."
Kiselina appears a little puzzled at Berry’s references to ‘my lady’. Ponders a few moments about what the fairy may be playing at if anything and how best to address this minor faux pas. He speaks to Berry in a hushed tone and away from the others hoping they don’t notice any embarrassment on either Kiselina’s or Berry’s parts.
“Master Berry, me thinks you have errored on my gender and we assume you meant no ill intention for it. Perhaps you are as unfamiliar with Dragonborn’s, their anatomy and linguistics as I am with Fairy traditions and culture. The word ‘Kiselina’ is indeed a ‘female’ name in Draconic, it is only so as it relates to other words such as adjectives, descriptors, and verbs, however. I am no linguist but believe other languages follow similar grammatical rules. Some such names as Luca, Attila, and Asa are male but end in the ‘A’ sound as well.”
Realizing he is droning on, but feeling like his point has been made, Kiselina tries to tie things up.
“I assure you I am male.” Drops his normal baritone voice to a bass, and adds, “and I hope I haven’t offended thee with my explanation.”
Kiselina visibly shows signs of being uncomfortable talking about his faith with a cleric of a different god. Not that he isn’t strong in his faith, but rather aware that the slightest disagreement has the potential for deep rift between people.
“My family, the Greyscales, are servants of Bahamut, the platinum dragon, whose tenants include Protecting the Innocent, Justice and Good above all, along with Honor and Duty.”
He pulls his shield off his back to show the emblem of a platinum dragon head on a blue background.
“We believe more in actions and deeds to show our devotion however, rather than time spent in reflection and prayer. As such, we spend more effort on the martial side to ensure readiness and preparation against evil, in any form.”
“But personally, I include cheerful service as a base. Life is difficult, everyone has a battle of some sort going on. I don’t understand each one. What struggles the farmer has, or the merchant as examples. But I hope that by a simple greeting of the day or wave, it might be one less thing anyone has to worry about. Besides, most judge me by my looks, as I suppose we all do. But a physically imposing dragon-looking creature usually does not inspire feelings of comfort. While a warrior for Justice, I do hope to inspire the best in others.”
Kiselina will continue to walk, enjoy the Sun, and company.
vidruth waits for a moment kiselina is not doing anything in particular then requests "please explain to me about your faith, i am intrigued by the way you worship and the way you view your diety"
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quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
"Huh, and I would have assumed that Luca and Asa are female names too!" Berry reacts bewildered indeed and his cheerfulness drives head on into a wall of sternness, "this world is full of surprises. You're right, I shouldn't judge a man on his name, I'm sorry," he says sincerely. "Some of you are mighty hard to distinguish for me. I apologise for my mistake. But tell, our leporine cleric is female, right?"
|| Tryncaryn - Halfling Monk/Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak || Berry - Fairy Barbarian - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver || Taya - Mysterious Fighter - Echoes of Empire || Myrla Stardust - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall ||
Marten is abashed. It sounds like they offended Vidruth...somehow? Or was this a half-orc joke? He opens his mouth as if to speak, but he doesn't make a sound.
Marten is not used to explaining his thoughts to others. Concrete things: where to camp, how far to go, who's on watch. That's easy. But it would take so many words to explain what he was thinking, especially since the conversation would seem as natural to him as talking about which route to take on the road.
Marten shoots a sly smile at Nosam. If the dwarf sees him, Marten gives him a quick wink.
He listens to the others talking and hears discussion of the gods and religious practices. If he couldn't talk about crossbows, Marten decides that he definitely shouldn't talk about that! He decides to stick near the dwarf for now.
Turning his attention back to the road, Marten is glad for the clear weather even though it seems to have brought out more conversation from the rest of the crew. Marten had been this way before, though never to Phandalin, and he was familiar with the area. The map showed that Phandalin was at the very edge of the foothills of the Sword Mountains. Marten glances at the sun and down at his shadow on the road, and then he peers toward the distant mountains. The way shouldn't be too steep between here and Phandalin, and the wagon was making good progress on the road. At this pace, they would be safe in Phandalin before dark.
As I said, you’ve been on the Triboar Trail for about half the morning, and your conversations have caused the time to pass quickly, in stark contrast to the tedious, unremarkable prior two days. Yet it is at this moment of relative ease, soon after the sun reaches its zenith, when you come around a bend and something unexpected falls under your gaze. The oxen, Sun and Moon, lathered with perspiration from pulling the heavy wagon, are all too willing to halt, lowing complacently, tails flicking, as you try to make heads or tails of the sight from a distance.
What do you see?
Two saddled horses, obviously dead, their bodies turned and twisted in pain, lay not far ahead of you, maybe fifty feet away, blocking the path. Each sprawls upon a puddle of red-stained mud, and has several broken, black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. There are more places marking their sad corpses, penny-sized wounds shining red, washed anew by the morning’s rains, where arrows had plainly struck deeply and were — the arrows — later removed.
I say the horse’s bodies are blocking the path here, because, while in some spots, the Triboar Trail passes through wide meadows, at this point thick stands of pine saplings and holly press close to the trail on both sides, creating a funnel of steep embankments and dense thickets which now encloses your little company.
The smell is of sweet moist earth tainted by spoiled meat, and rainwater from earlier in the day continues to drip intermittently from the overhanging branches in a quiet chorus.
Imagine something like this, with two dead horses right where the trail disappears from view:
Here’s an overhead view. Squares are 5’ across.
(OOC: I have placed you in likely positions in the overhead view, blue letters for your character’s names.
In your next post, please:
-Make TWO perception checks either in your character sheet, or here. Show the results at the bottom of your next post. For both checks, post either the roll, or your passive perception, whichever is higher.
These are the “first roll” I mentioned. No further tweaking of character sheets.)
DM for Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver // Story Guide for COYOTE and CROW: Cahokia Forever // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Co-creator: Princes of the Apocalypse - A DnD Story
Addressing Vidruth in direct conversation for the first time since departing Neverwinter, and on a topic Kiselina knows to be a trigger point for others, he chooses his words carefully. He has seen the half-Orc cast his ‘floating disk’ spell. He has surely seen the spellbook clearly marking the man as a wizard. Kiselina’s experiences tells him arcane caster rarely enjoy talk of the Divine, and even less so about gods and deities. But then he did just have a conversation about assumptions with Berry, so he heeds his own advice and opens up. Though, Kiselina tries to stick to just facts and ensuring he is speaking about his own believes.
“Are you familiar at all with Bahamut? I’d hate to cover information you already know. He is a Dragon god. While he, as many gods, can take many forms…and I suppose many dragons that aren’t gods can take many forms as well…Sorry, I prefer to envision him as the great platinum dragon. He is constantly on the lookout for evil machinations, especially those at the ‘hands/claws?’ of the evil Tiamat, the multi-headed dragon god.”
“One of his tenants, that I believe firmly in, is Justice. Righting the wrongs as best we can through action. Sometimes that means direct confrontation with evil. Though I personally feel those opportunities are far more rare than the daily interactions one has with others. It is in these opportunities that we all can have an important impact.”
“I hope that provides you with a better understanding as requested. If I may address any other inquiries you have, let me know.”
Kiselina will smile, although to the untrained eye it may appear closer to a growl without sound. Showing too many teeth and not enough lip.
Kiselina takes a few steps more than the oxen. But there is something, inexplicable that brings him sharply into focus. The dead horses, his mind races. What was the markings of Gundren’s horse, his escort’s? Are these the same? Could they belong to another traveler? Does it really matter? The words ‘action’ and ‘readiness’ push their way to the front of his thoughts as he slightly changed his grip on his pole arm.
Perception roll as requested from character sheet
First Roll: 14
Second Roll was lower than Passive so that will be: 10
got an 8 and 2
so they are both 9 (passive)
"looks like we might have to earn our keep, I was hoping for some easy money but the roads are dangerous after all"
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quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
Berry returned to sit somewhere on the wagon’s frame while the oxen labored through this green tunnel. He doesn’t generally have a problem with places where he couldn’t see the open sky, but he’d prefer some more head space. These branches hang so low that it feels to him that they push him down perpetually. But what is that? Sun and Moon stopped moving and the wagon, and Berry along with it, comes to a halt. Something appears to be blocking the path, can that be dead horses? Attacked with bows? Berry’s eyes instinctively scan the forest wall around him for bandits that might still linger or, worse, lie waiting for new prey, and a shout of warning forms in his throat.
(Perception: 9 and 9, both his PP)
|| Tryncaryn - Halfling Monk/Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak || Berry - Fairy Barbarian - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver || Taya - Mysterious Fighter - Echoes of Empire || Myrla Stardust - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall ||
1st roll- 14
2nd roll- 11
Passive -10
Marten feels his hair standing on end at the sight ahead. His gaze darts from the horses to the embankments.
Perception 1: 16
Perception 2: 26
Daphyra enjoys hearing about Kiselina's "cheerful service" and sees his wariness about discussing competing temples. She lays a paw on his arm. "I believe cats and dragons are a little alike, milord, even the gods of them."
She stops short as she smells something not right, instinctively asking for the Goddess Bastet's Vigilant Blessing on herself as her nose twitches, sniffing the air. She sees the horse corpses and recoils slightly, before bowing her head and asking the Goddess to show them green pastures in the afterlife.
(rolled on character sheet)
Perception 1 - 18
Perception 2 - 11
Passive perception - 15.
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