"I'm great!" Dracor replies to Wulcrath with a forced smile. "Dragonborn are brave and fearless! I'm sure we will have no problem saving Hal and the rock. Maybe the forest god will reward us with more treasure once we complete our task..." He says as his eyes move towards the dark path ahead. Dracor does a poor job of convincing his fellow companions that he isn't afraid as he seems to be more concerned with what lies ahead than the condition of his clothing for the first time on their adventure.
Ella runs her hands over her dark hair, attempting to smooth her curls. "I'm alright," she says, half-sounding like she's trying to convince herself. "This is...quite daunting. But I trust Lady Sharindlar to guide and watch me."
Preston takes a deep breath. Everyone seemed about as worried as he was. With reason. This investigation had gotten a lot more dangerous than they had originally signed up for.
The young soldier shakes his head and tries to refocus to bolster his courage. "I won’t lie. I’ve never faced a challenge quite like this. But I can’t walk away. Not now. And I’m hoping that with you all by my side, we can make it through this."
Wulcrath looks to his companions, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His courage bolstered by their presence already... "We've come this far together already. Glory awaits. Just a bit longer hmm?." He says, gently squeezing Dracor's shoulder. Just as his old man used to when he was afraid. He's come to miss those days dearly. Maybe that's part of why he was here? Who knows?
He's feeling quite attached to this group already. Perhaps it's simply all that time on the road alone but... It'll be a shame to watch them go when they find Hal. And then it's back to the trail for the Red Dragonborn. "Lead the way, we'll be right behind you friend." He add to Preston. "And may... 'Sharindlar' watch over us then."
Before they leave, the sprites answer Dracor's question, not looking really pleased to be questioned by the two dragonborn. "We can't risk going further, we might get corrupted like our brothers and sisters did. We've lost enough already and we are already in grave danger standing so close to the border."
Then they turn to face Preston. "Not many creatures venture forth, but you can stick to the path. You can also listen to the voices, but not for too long or you might get crazy." The darker haired sprite motion towards the ground and you can see the path continues in the scary part of the forest, although it seems it is more covered by brambles and thorns than it has been up until now.
"You are doing great, adventurers. I can understand your hesitation and won't hold it against any of you if you feel like you don't want to go any further," Constable Alena speaks up again, looking resolute but concerned at the prospects that may await the group.
//please include wisdom saving throws as part of your next posts (or when you move into the gnarly part of the forest)
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Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
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Dracor
Dracor pushes forward, making a brave face as dancing lights swirled around him. The lights both helped him to feel more comfortable while also startling him on occasion... as the shadows cast by the lights seemed to dance and move as the glowing orbs circled him. He clutched his orb tightly in his clawed hand as he moved through the forest
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While he could feel they were getting closer to their goal with every step, each step forward had Preston worried about his surroundings, and the things that might be hidden in the shadows. He tries to remain close to the other party members. It wasn’t the moment to get lost in here.
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Wulcrath wades in after the rest of the group, his shield clutched tight and hold close to his body as he follows what hopefully shouldn't be the other lambs so to speak...
When you step into the corrupted part of the forest, you all feel the shift in the atmosphere that surrounds you. The air grows thick with a sinister aura, suffocating even the faintest traces of warmth and light. No longer do beams of sunlight filter through the dense canopy, leaving the forest floor shrouded in gloom and shadow.
The once vibrant foliage has withered and decayed, the leaves now a sickly shade of brown, crumbling as ash at the slightest touch. The ground beneath your feet feels unnaturally cold, as if sucking the warmth from your very souls. Strange, eerie noises echo through the oppressive silence, the leaves and brambles around you rustle as you step forward, as if something lurks in the brush, watching you, ready to pounce at you.
The good news is you can still see the path relatively well and can follow it.
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"What?!?!" Dracor shouts as he spins around wildly, drawing his longsword and pointing towards the sickly foliage nearby. After turning around and scanning the area... he hesitantly sheaths his sword once more. "Did any of you hear that?" The dragonborn asks quietly as he attempts to reclaim his composure. "Something said my name. How did it know my name?" Dracors eyes still dart around into trees on either side of the path. As he stood in the path, trying to calm down... he eventually forces a smile and a small laugh. "Now that I think about it... of course they would know my name. The shimmerscale clan is a pretty big deal after all. I'm not surprised that even creatures way out here have heard of me." He says with another small uneasy laugh before continuing down the trail.
Preston’s breathing gradually hasten and his head jitters as if he’s trying to get something out of his ear.
Then, out of nowhere, he turns suddenly to the rest of the party, drawing his sword. He points it at the two dragonborn and the dwarf, putting some distance between himself and his new "foes".
"Who are you all? What have you done to Hal? Where is he!?", he asks, in an erratic tone. "Don’t come any closer!".
Before he can comment on Dracor's musings, Wulcrath starts at Preston's sudden outburst. His eyes narrow as he watches the Paladin freak out. Not a fan of whatever sort of ruse this may be, and seeing that they have enough to worry about already, the Red Dragonborn's patience is starting to wane. "W-what!? What is the meaning of this!?" The Dragonborn snaps at the Paladin in response.
"If this is some kind of joke Preston, it isn't funny! Now is not the time!"
Pointing his sword shakily at the party with one hand and gripping the side of his head with the other, Preston looks around for a way out, since he’s outnumbered.
"S-Stay back! Tell me what you did with Hal! Where is he?!", he repeats with insistence.
He clearly doesn’t look or sound like himself. The soldier is struggling against something.
Dracor doesn't get a chance to sheath his sword before Preston draws his own. "Hold on there Preston! Don't make us hurt you." The gold and silver scaled dragonborn says as he holds one hand out open and his sword in the other. "It's just your old pal Dracor and friends... remember me? I mean I can understand if you may have forgotten some of the others but surly you remember me?" The nobleman says with a smile.
Wulcrath decides to not take not any chances. The Dragonborn tenses up, steeling himself to move quickly and decisively. He plants his feet, deciding whether to just kick off from where he stands to charge Preston to disarm him, or stay put and defend himself and the others if the Paladin lashes out.. Without any other ideas, this is the best he's got. He whispers to Ella and Dracor. "I'm going to try and disarm him... can you two back me up in case something goes wrong?" The Dragonborn doesn't sound very sure of himself...
If Wulcrath does charge the Paladin, what check would he have to make to take him down?
"Oh no, something must have gotten into him..." Constable Alena states with worry, her face paler than usual.
Wulcrath can roll for athletics or acrobatics to try to disarm Preston. You guys can also roll other stuff that you consider might be useful in this situation.
After a moment of watching and waiting with no response, Wulcrath lets out a heavy sigh, grits his teeth… and charges a man with a sword. .
Without a word, He kicks off from where he stands, reaching for Preston’s sword arm to push it away, and pin it to his back in a bid to tackle the Paladin to the ground.
Athletics to disarm Preston: 13
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"I'm great!" Dracor replies to Wulcrath with a forced smile. "Dragonborn are brave and fearless! I'm sure we will have no problem saving Hal and the rock. Maybe the forest god will reward us with more treasure once we complete our task..." He says as his eyes move towards the dark path ahead. Dracor does a poor job of convincing his fellow companions that he isn't afraid as he seems to be more concerned with what lies ahead than the condition of his clothing for the first time on their adventure.
Ella runs her hands over her dark hair, attempting to smooth her curls. "I'm alright," she says, half-sounding like she's trying to convince herself. "This is...quite daunting. But I trust Lady Sharindlar to guide and watch me."
Preston takes a deep breath. Everyone seemed about as worried as he was. With reason. This investigation had gotten a lot more dangerous than they had originally signed up for.
The young soldier shakes his head and tries to refocus to bolster his courage. "I won’t lie. I’ve never faced a challenge quite like this. But I can’t walk away. Not now. And I’m hoping that with you all by my side, we can make it through this."
Wulcrath looks to his companions, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His courage bolstered by their presence already... "We've come this far together already. Glory awaits. Just a bit longer hmm?." He says, gently squeezing Dracor's shoulder. Just as his old man used to when he was afraid. He's come to miss those days dearly. Maybe that's part of why he was here? Who knows?
He's feeling quite attached to this group already. Perhaps it's simply all that time on the road alone but... It'll be a shame to watch them go when they find Hal. And then it's back to the trail for the Red Dragonborn. "Lead the way, we'll be right behind you friend." He add to Preston. "And may... 'Sharindlar' watch over us then."
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Before they leave, the sprites answer Dracor's question, not looking really pleased to be questioned by the two dragonborn. "We can't risk going further, we might get corrupted like our brothers and sisters did. We've lost enough already and we are already in grave danger standing so close to the border."
Then they turn to face Preston. "Not many creatures venture forth, but you can stick to the path. You can also listen to the voices, but not for too long or you might get crazy." The darker haired sprite motion towards the ground and you can see the path continues in the scary part of the forest, although it seems it is more covered by brambles and thorns than it has been up until now.
"You are doing great, adventurers. I can understand your hesitation and won't hold it against any of you if you feel like you don't want to go any further," Constable Alena speaks up again, looking resolute but concerned at the prospects that may await the group.
//please include wisdom saving throws as part of your next posts (or when you move into the gnarly part of the forest)
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Dracor
Dracor pushes forward, making a brave face as dancing lights swirled around him. The lights both helped him to feel more comfortable while also startling him on occasion... as the shadows cast by the lights seemed to dance and move as the glowing orbs circled him. He clutched his orb tightly in his clawed hand as he moved through the forest
Wis save! 19
While he could feel they were getting closer to their goal with every step, each step forward had Preston worried about his surroundings, and the things that might be hidden in the shadows. He tries to remain close to the other party members. It wasn’t the moment to get lost in here.
Wisdom save: 20
Ella moves forward, trying to be more brave than she feels.
Wisdom save: 18
Wulcrath wades in after the rest of the group, his shield clutched tight and hold close to his body as he follows what hopefully shouldn't be the other lambs so to speak...
WIS saving throw: 6
High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST.
When you step into the corrupted part of the forest, you all feel the shift in the atmosphere that surrounds you. The air grows thick with a sinister aura, suffocating even the faintest traces of warmth and light. No longer do beams of sunlight filter through the dense canopy, leaving the forest floor shrouded in gloom and shadow.
The once vibrant foliage has withered and decayed, the leaves now a sickly shade of brown, crumbling as ash at the slightest touch. The ground beneath your feet feels unnaturally cold, as if sucking the warmth from your very souls. Strange, eerie noises echo through the oppressive silence, the leaves and brambles around you rustle as you step forward, as if something lurks in the brush, watching you, ready to pounce at you.
The good news is you can still see the path relatively well and can follow it.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
"What?!?!" Dracor shouts as he spins around wildly, drawing his longsword and pointing towards the sickly foliage nearby. After turning around and scanning the area... he hesitantly sheaths his sword once more. "Did any of you hear that?" The dragonborn asks quietly as he attempts to reclaim his composure. "Something said my name. How did it know my name?" Dracors eyes still dart around into trees on either side of the path. As he stood in the path, trying to calm down... he eventually forces a smile and a small laugh. "Now that I think about it... of course they would know my name. The shimmerscale clan is a pretty big deal after all. I'm not surprised that even creatures way out here have heard of me." He says with another small uneasy laugh before continuing down the trail.
Preston’s breathing gradually hasten and his head jitters as if he’s trying to get something out of his ear.
Then, out of nowhere, he turns suddenly to the rest of the party, drawing his sword. He points it at the two dragonborn and the dwarf, putting some distance between himself and his new "foes".
"Who are you all? What have you done to Hal? Where is he!?", he asks, in an erratic tone. "Don’t come any closer!".
"Preston!" Ella raises her shield in defense, just in case things get ugly. "Whatever's in your head, it's lying to you! You know us!"
Before he can comment on Dracor's musings, Wulcrath starts at Preston's sudden outburst. His eyes narrow as he watches the Paladin freak out. Not a fan of whatever sort of ruse this may be, and seeing that they have enough to worry about already, the Red Dragonborn's patience is starting to wane. "W-what!? What is the meaning of this!?" The Dragonborn snaps at the Paladin in response.
"If this is some kind of joke Preston, it isn't funny! Now is not the time!"
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Pointing his sword shakily at the party with one hand and gripping the side of his head with the other, Preston looks around for a way out, since he’s outnumbered.
"S-Stay back! Tell me what you did with Hal! Where is he?!", he repeats with insistence.
He clearly doesn’t look or sound like himself. The soldier is struggling against something.
Dracor doesn't get a chance to sheath his sword before Preston draws his own. "Hold on there Preston! Don't make us hurt you." The gold and silver scaled dragonborn says as he holds one hand out open and his sword in the other. "It's just your old pal Dracor and friends... remember me? I mean I can understand if you may have forgotten some of the others but surly you remember me?" The nobleman says with a smile.
Wulcrath decides to not take not any chances. The Dragonborn tenses up, steeling himself to move quickly and decisively. He plants his feet, deciding whether to just kick off from where he stands to charge Preston to disarm him, or stay put and defend himself and the others if the Paladin lashes out.. Without any other ideas, this is the best he's got. He whispers to Ella and Dracor. "I'm going to try and disarm him... can you two back me up in case something goes wrong?" The Dragonborn doesn't sound very sure of himself...
If Wulcrath does charge the Paladin, what check would he have to make to take him down?
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"Oh no, something must have gotten into him..." Constable Alena states with worry, her face paler than usual.
Wulcrath can roll for athletics or acrobatics to try to disarm Preston. You guys can also roll other stuff that you consider might be useful in this situation.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
OOC: I will add a persuasion roll in addition to my previous post! 18
After a moment of watching and waiting with no response, Wulcrath lets out a heavy sigh, grits his teeth… and charges a man with a sword. .
Without a word, He kicks off from where he stands, reaching for Preston’s sword arm to push it away, and pin it to his back in a bid to tackle the Paladin to the ground.
Athletics to disarm Preston: 13
High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST.