With the Weird finally dead, I can at last collect my things, though I do at least stop to help the cleric to his feet. I'm soaked, thoroughly wounded and cold from a distinct lack of shirt. But, "we're alive," I say aloud. I offer him my hand. "Let's at least find somewhere to stop before we go about sitting."
"I won't let my guard down, I don't believe it died that easily"
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(OOC: 500 XP each)
As Freytha begins to breathe normally again, you see a wondrous sight that no others might ever see. The birds of the Shadowfell, perched on trees around you, feathers ash-colored, necks bent like vultures, in silence with their beaks shut, suddenly take flight in an explosion of light and birdsong as they rejoice for their friend. Feathers that appear to be dipped in liquid metal, fall from the sky in droves. The wondrous light awakens Freytha and she opens her eyes, blinking and standing up slowly. "Let us find somewhere to hide," she says. "This peace will not go unnoticed among the denizens of this monstrous realm."
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Matthyse will assume that's a 'no' for resting inside the temple, and will follow Freytha in silence. If Kuuraht makes more light, he will try to stay alert for any other incoming threats.
Listening and looking around while following Freytha, you hear a few growls and snarls, and a few shadows slinking through the forest, but otherwise there is nothing that attacks you. You do notice that Freytha has picked up a few of the glowing feathers, and, looking closer, you see several of her wounds begin to knit up as she holds the feather, which also provides some light for your journey. "We cannot stop here," Freytha says. "We must make it out before we rest again." Suddenly, the forest ends, and you are stuck looking up at a dark castle on an ominous-looking mountain, surrounded by a plain of blighted grass. "That is where we leave. Stay on your guard."
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"Is that another Brotherhood base? Or just an inconvenient location for another portal?"
Matthÿse will ask that to Freytha.
"I'd like to know about those feathers as well. They seem useful."
"It's a very inconvenient location." Staring up at the castle, you can see fear in her eyes before she hands you a feather. "Hold it and it will heal you."
Matthyse regains 5 + his spellcasting ability mod HP as his wounds knit back together and the feather begins to lose its glow.
Matthÿse is surprised by the healing properties of the feather, thanking Freytha for the kindness. He is a bit disappointed that it did not retain the luminosity, though if his companions can see, it's not so bad.
"Well then, how do we go about this? Sneaking inside will prove difficult for me," he says as he gestures to his noisy, heavy armor.
"Or do we rush our way inside and head straight for the portal?"
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You all hear Matthÿse's stomach make a rumbling sound. He looks embarrassed by it.
"Forgive me, but did anyone bring some food during our escape? I would appreciate some, if it's not too much trouble."
Then he looks at Freytha.
"Sure, but you must also rest. Wake me up so I can keep watch as well."
[ OOC: Would it be a long or short rest? ]
I roll my eyes in the dark, passing a pack of dry meat and nut bread to the cleric. "Here. Just keep your voice low while eating, please." I don't want to admit to them, but I'm tired. The elemental throwing me around and my deep swim have left a lot out of me.
Matthyse will assume that's a 'no' for resting inside the temple, and will follow Freytha in silence. If Kuuraht makes more light, he will try to stay alert for any other incoming threats.
I look down, "My hammer broke...Sigh. Do you know where I can get another weapon..."
I fiddle with my scimitar, my right hand is clutching air. It feels wrong not to have two weapons.
"I think we all need to rest. Ah! I am stealthy but not with this armor on, it's very limiting."
"Matt, here. Have some rations." I already finished my own rations at this point.
Two rations were removed from my inventory, one ration (one day) should be added to Matthyse's inventory (or just get eaten by Matthyse before entering Matthyse's inventory)
Matthyse will assume that's a 'no' for resting inside the temple, and will follow Freytha in silence. If Kuuraht makes more light, he will try to stay alert for any other incoming threats.
I look down, "My hammer broke...Sigh. Do you know where I can get another weapon..."
I fiddle with my scimitar, my right hand is clutching air. It feels wrong not to have two weapons.
"I think we all need to rest. Ah! I am stealthy but not with this armor on, it's very limiting."
"Matt, here. Have some rations." I already finished my own rations at this point.
Two rations were removed from my inventory, one ration (one day) should be added to Matthyse's inventory (or just get eaten by Matthyse before entering Matthyse's inventory)
I pull out one of the scimitars I collected earlier. With a sigh, I wordlessly relinquish it.
With the Weird finally dead, I can at last collect my things, though I do at least stop to help the cleric to his feet. I'm soaked, thoroughly wounded and cold from a distinct lack of shirt. But, "we're alive," I say aloud. I offer him my hand. "Let's at least find somewhere to stop before we go about sitting."
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"I won't let my guard down, I don't believe it died that easily"
OoC: We didn't get xp!!!!!!
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(OOC: 500 XP each)
As Freytha begins to breathe normally again, you see a wondrous sight that no others might ever see. The birds of the Shadowfell, perched on trees around you, feathers ash-colored, necks bent like vultures, in silence with their beaks shut, suddenly take flight in an explosion of light and birdsong as they rejoice for their friend. Feathers that appear to be dipped in liquid metal, fall from the sky in droves. The wondrous light awakens Freytha and she opens her eyes, blinking and standing up slowly. "Let us find somewhere to hide," she says. "This peace will not go unnoticed among the denizens of this monstrous realm."
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Matthyse will assume that's a 'no' for resting inside the temple, and will follow Freytha in silence. If Kuuraht makes more light, he will try to stay alert for any other incoming threats.
Perception: 13 7 1
[ OOC: I just left two rolls of the d20 in case Matthyse has disadvantage or advantage for whatever reason. And he uses Guidance on himself. ]
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Listening and looking around while following Freytha, you hear a few growls and snarls, and a few shadows slinking through the forest, but otherwise there is nothing that attacks you. You do notice that Freytha has picked up a few of the glowing feathers, and, looking closer, you see several of her wounds begin to knit up as she holds the feather, which also provides some light for your journey. "We cannot stop here," Freytha says. "We must make it out before we rest again." Suddenly, the forest ends, and you are stuck looking up at a dark castle on an ominous-looking mountain, surrounded by a plain of blighted grass. "That is where we leave. Stay on your guard."
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"Is that another Brotherhood base? Or just an inconvenient location for another portal?"
Matthÿse will ask that to Freytha.
"I'd like to know about those feathers as well. They seem useful."
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"It's a very inconvenient location." Staring up at the castle, you can see fear in her eyes before she hands you a feather. "Hold it and it will heal you."
Matthyse regains 5 + his spellcasting ability mod HP as his wounds knit back together and the feather begins to lose its glow.
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Matthÿse is surprised by the healing properties of the feather, thanking Freytha for the kindness. He is a bit disappointed that it did not retain the luminosity, though if his companions can see, it's not so bad.
"Well then, how do we go about this? Sneaking inside will prove difficult for me," he says as he gestures to his noisy, heavy armor.
"Or do we rush our way inside and head straight for the portal?"
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"We must discover what dangers lie inside before confronting the palace."
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Matthyse just looks at the others, waiting for suggestions. He's not equipped for reconnaissance or stealth, and will entrust that to the others.
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I shake my head, and indicate to my eyes. "Obviously, I'm not the stealthy sort. Sorry."
“I’m pretty stealthy…”
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"Rest," Freytha says, pointing to a small ditch just inside the forest. "I will keep watch and wake you if we are disturbed."
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You all hear Matthÿse's stomach make a rumbling sound. He looks embarrassed by it.
"Forgive me, but did anyone bring some food during our escape? I would appreciate some, if it's not too much trouble."
Then he looks at Freytha.
"Sure, but you must also rest. Wake me up so I can keep watch as well."
[ OOC: Would it be a long or short rest? ]
Currently DMing:
I roll my eyes in the dark, passing a pack of dry meat and nut bread to the cleric. "Here. Just keep your voice low while eating, please." I don't want to admit to them, but I'm tired. The elemental throwing me around and my deep swim have left a lot out of me.
"Thank you," Kuuraht hears in their head.
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[OoC: I have a natural perception of 16 sooooooo]
Perception: 23
I look down, "My hammer broke...Sigh. Do you know where I can get another weapon..."
I fiddle with my scimitar, my right hand is clutching air. It feels wrong not to have two weapons.
"I think we all need to rest. Ah! I am stealthy but not with this armor on, it's very limiting."
"Matt, here. Have some rations." I already finished my own rations at this point.
Two rations were removed from my inventory, one ration (one day) should be added to Matthyse's inventory (or just get eaten by Matthyse before entering Matthyse's inventory)
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Matthÿse doesn't talk while he's eating, but Saferetan can hear a message from Matthÿse saying:
"If you have all the pieces, I could use Mending on it."
He'll graciously save the rations for tomorrow, knowing that he shouldn't be gluttonous in this situation.
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I pull out one of the scimitars I collected earlier. With a sigh, I wordlessly relinquish it.