"Oh, yes! That is quite alright, my gruff companion!" Quite quickly this wagoner shuffled to the side and opened up a compartment off the edge of her wagon for Zzyzyn to store his belongings. "Here, here, just ignore the uh, preservation jars. Those are for selling! Components and the like, you know? That and the papers are my biggest sellers! I'm Kin, by the way. Pleasure to be meeting you!"
Zzyzyn gives the woman a long side-glance as he tucks away his pack inside. "Thanks," he says slowly, a bit unsure what to make of Kin. Of course he would have chosen the wagoner with a bubbly personality. "Nice to meet you too."
After he stows his stuff, he takes a few steps back and nods in thanks to Kin. Looking back to the other guards, he watches as they greet those they were to protect. He had been in a couple moments just like this one at the beginning of his other guard jobs. Sighing, he rests his hands on his hips and waits for the word to start their journey.
Seeing how the other guards are taking their place with the caravan, Riyphou looks where he thinks is the back of the train and he sets his 370 lbs in motion to approach a wagon there, “Do you mind if I travel with you?”He asks the owner as had his fellow guardsmen. He reasons that at the back of a long line he can help most. Usually, the weakest in a herd are at its rear before they are left behind, and the weakest are the ones that are most in need of protection.
The wagoner startled with a shout, tossing the papers she had been reading up into the air with a yelp. "Ah--shit. No, no, no!" Quite quickly she began to gather her papers together, stuffing them back into her pack as she twisted to look Tyrgram up and down with a slight grimace. "Ah, must you choose my wagon?" Hesitantly she rubbed lightly at the back of her neck, and then shook herself. "No, nevermind, it's fine! It's all fine! Haha. Your welcome to journey with me, yes."
She glanced off toward the rest of the group, shuddered, and then said, "Yes. Yes you are fine."
'I did not mean to frighten you, my fair lady.' Tyrgram replied. 'Worry not, I've been told I'm a delight to travel with.'From the tone of his voice it was perfectly unclear whether he was sincere or sarcastic.
Tyrgram stowed away his backpack and climbed onto the wagon. 'My name is Tyrgram, teller of tales, beloved by butterflies, and occasionally I also make and repair shoes and clothes. May I ask for your name?'
It seems his nonchalant demeanor makes some city folk feel unease around him. They need their boundary, their pardons and pleases it seems.
“Take it easy, Raf.” Says Dah’ren to the young man and noticed the breastplate. “You look prepared. This isn’t your first time to Greyhaven, then?” It can be one of two things, being too prepared because he doesn’t know the road or prepared because he knows the danger. Judging by his startlement, it is probably the former.
Seeing how the other guards are taking their place with the caravan, Riyphou looks where he thinks is the back of the train and he sets his 370 lbs in motion to approach a wagon there, “Do you mind if I travel with you?”He asks the owner as had his fellow guardsmen. He reasons that at the back of a long line he can help most. Usually, the weakest in a herd are at its rear before they are left behind, and the weakest are the ones that are most in need of protection.
"Oh! Oh, certainly, here!" the woman, dressed in simple commoner clothes, quickly opened up a section of her wagon for Riyphou to store what he needed to, openly displaying a vast array of fabrics in various colors and patterns. "You can set your pack down over here, if you don't mind! Although I don't know if the wagon could, hum, carry you?" She tilted her head, then shook it a moment later as she offered her hand with a brilliant smile. "I'm Sen, by the way. A pleasure to have you on board! Metaphorically speaking."
'I did not mean to frighten you, my fair lady.' Tyrgram replied. 'Worry not, I've been told I'm a delight to travel with.'From the tone of his voice it was perfectly unclear whether he was sincere or sarcastic.
Tyrgram stowed away his backpack and climbed onto the wagon. 'My name is Tyrgram, teller of tales, beloved by butterflies, and occasionally I also make and repair shoes and clothes. May I ask for your name?'
Before the papers were competely stuffed away Tyrgram was able to spot a few formula and other alchemical-like notes scribbled in a neat hand."Haah! Haha! I am not frightened. Oh no! Just. Just startled. That's all." She rubbed at the back of her neck with a soft, "Call me O-Ovrola. Nice to--to meet you." She shoved her pack beneath her feet. "I, ah, I sell. Things. Obviously!"
Maxie replied, "Sure! I don't take much space and my luggage is light." Turning the Findal, "Do you mind if I join you?"
Findal startled for a moment, before a wide smile overtook his face and he quickly scrambled and gestured to get their luggage on board. "Oh yes, indeed! That is certainly no problem. My aren't you an interesting lass? I'm afraid I've not met someone quite like you, before!" He beamed, pleased, at Maxie as he helped store away her belongings, and then Zeren's belongings as well. "I'd be happy to hear any tales of where you've been or come from. Sit, sit! It looks like we'll be well on our way shortly."
It seems his nonchalant demeanor makes some city folk feel unease around him. They need their boundary, their pardons and pleases it seems.
“Take it easy, Raf.” Says Dah’ren to the young man and noticed the breastplate. “You look prepared. This isn’t your first time to Greyhaven, then?” It can be one of two things, being too prepared because he doesn’t know the road or prepared because he knows the danger. Judging by his startlement, it is probably the former.
"A-ah, no! No it most certainly is not!" Raf laughed, voice just a bit higher pitched as he glanced from Dah'ren toward the rest of the caravan. "Although to be perfectly honest I am more worried about the road. There's been rumors of caravans going missing, recently."
Dugal glanced over everyone as they settled, and quickly climbed into place at his own wagon at the lead. He shouted out, "If we're all ready, then we'll be on our way! You lot know the drill, single file everyone! Guards, you know your jobs." With a snap of the reigns, Dugal started his own wagon off down the trail without any preamble.
Maxie carries herself to the top of the wagon to get the best vantage point, and starts seriously searching around for dangers. Since the caravan is just outside the city, this is wasted effort. If she tries staying at such high alert for long, she'll wear herself out. But as a youngster taking their first official job, she's giving it her all.
'I did not mean to frighten you, my fair lady.' Tyrgram replied. 'Worry not, I've been told I'm a delight to travel with.'From the tone of his voice it was perfectly unclear whether he was sincere or sarcastic.
Tyrgram stowed away his backpack and climbed onto the wagon. 'My name is Tyrgram, teller of tales, beloved by butterflies, and occasionally I also make and repair shoes and clothes. May I ask for your name?'
Before the papers were competely stuffed away Tyrgram was able to spot a few formula and other alchemical-like notes scribbled in a neat hand."Haah! Haha! I am not frightened. Oh no! Just. Just startled. That's all." She rubbed at the back of her neck with a soft, "Call me O-Ovrola. Nice to--to meet you." She shoved her pack beneath her feet. "I, ah, I sell. Things. Obviously!"
'It's my pleasure.' Tyrgram said and sat down. 'It's a bit of an odd name: O-Ovrola.'He said in an effort to make smalltalk. 'But who am I to judge?'
He held his axe in his right hand to keep the sharp edge away from the woman. 'So what are you a seller of, miss O-Ovrola?'
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As the caravan starts to finally lurch to a start, Zzyzyn lets out a breath of relief. It was good to be on the road again. While Mara was a nice city, his few weeks of staying in the city and doing the odd tasks and chores for a few coins was growing stale. A change of pace and the scenery of the road would be good for him.
While still staying on the road, Zzyzyn finds himself walking along side the wagons a few feet away. There was something pleasantly mind-numbing about placing each foot after the other, each step continuing the journey. With the fresh morning air cool on his exposed skin and the morning sun warming his back, he finally allowed himself to smile. It was the faintest of smiles, but nonetheless, it was a smile. It was good to be on the move.
“What rich colors,” exclaims Riyphou when he sees the display of Sen’s wares. “I’m Riyphou,” he trumpets and takes her hand between both of his, and explains the obvious, “I’m your guard. Thank you for the offer,” he points to the wagon, “But I’m ok. I don’t mind the pack and I’m used to travel by foot, even long distances. And it’s all so flat here. I think, I’ll be fine.” Then the caravan was set in motion and Riyphou fell in step with Sen’s wagon. “Have you made these fabrics yourself? Where did you find so vibrant colors?”
“Well, the Tanglebrier isn’t exactly the safest place, but don’t worry, you got me at your side, just focus on the road, let me handle the side stuff.” He says to Raf trying to reassure the nervous man.
Dah’ren keeps a look out towards the treeline of the forest, soon they will be leaving his clan’s territory, to unfamiliar ground and unfamiliar woods. He keeps a look out while playing a flute, hoping his performance was decent enough for everyone.
'It's my pleasure.' Tyrgram said and sat down. 'It's a bit of an odd name: O-Ovrola.'He said in an effort to make smalltalk. 'But who am I to judge?'
He held his axe in his right hand to keep the sharp edge away from the woman. 'So what are you a seller of, miss O-Ovrola?'
"AH," Ovrola laughed, nervous as the wagon travel started. "Y-Y'know. Papers. For books! And, uhm. Materials. For those same books! Various--various supplies and things for the...the purveyors of, uhm, of an art." She waved a free hand for a moment before she placed both on the reigns, grip tight. "Of many arts, really."
“What rich colors,” exclaims Riyphou when he sees the display of Sen’s wares. “I’m Riyphou,” he trumpets and takes her hand between both of his, and explains the obvious, “I’m your guard. Thank you for the offer,” he points to the wagon, “But I’m ok. I don’t mind the pack and I’m used to travel by foot, even long distances. And it’s all so flat here. I think, I’ll be fine.” Then the caravan was set in motion and Riyphou fell in step with Sen’s wagon. “Have you made these fabrics yourself? Where did you find so vibrant colors?”
"Oh yes!" Sen nodded quickly. "I handle the dyes from a variety of sources. Most of them are a mixture of insects, plants, various minerals...the trick is getting the right mixture with the right texture. You can't dye silk the same you dye cotton!" With the call to start traveling Sen quickly packed up the wagon and settled into place. "We can talk more as we travel!"
The first day of travel, for those watching, is long, but for the most part comfortable. The sky is mostly dry, the latest of the seasonal rain had passed through the day before which has left much of the ground muddy, but thankfully not too difficult for wagon travel. The sun began to dip below the horizon when Dugal directed the wagons off to the side of the Long Road in what looked to be a common stop-off point for caravans. There was lingering evidence of another recent caravan passing through in the fire pit--a not well maintained one, given the way the ground around it was scorched.
Dah'ren is able to recognize the space and place the last rumors he'd heard before he left the Tanglebrier Elves as the potential resting place of a caravan who let a fire run out of control. The forest edge, not too far away, looks a little worse for wear--blackened burn marks along the trunks, carefully tended to by the Elves to ensure regrowth of the damaged portion of the forest. There were clues all around, which meant dangerously enough that a group of scouts from the nomadic tribe may well in fact be nearby--and they weren't known to be forgiving.
The place Dugal had chosen to build camp thankfully was a poor place for an ambush, so the caravan was less likely to be attacked at night, but that didn't meant that there weren't good ambush sites further down the road tomorrow that the Elves could, potentially, attack from.
The rest of the guards keeping an eye out for threats also recognize that there was a recent fire in the area that may have gotten out of control. Maxie suffers a point of exhaustion from being hyper vigilant throughout the day.
A meal is served as the wagons circle up, a central campfire built much better than the one from the previous caravan. As the various members wind down for the night, it is obvious each tradesman or other traveler have space set aside inside their wagons for their own nightly rituals, and eventually, rest. The party is, as Dugal stated, left to determine their own camping situation.
As the caravan comes to a stop for the night, Zzyzyn lets out a sigh of contentment, the faintest shadow of a smile brushing his lips. Today had been a good day. Of course, he was tired from all that walking, but it was a good kind of tired, the tiredness that comes from a day of honest labor.
As the caravan began to circle up and settle down for the evening, Zzyzyn performs a brief perimeter sweep around the camp to ensure that there was nothing too dangerous in their immediate proximity. As he does, he notices the burn marks from a recent fire marring some of the trees. He frowns and shakes his head slightly, disappointed in the carelessness of the ones who let the fire escape. Whoever they were, they were lucky that the fire didn't spread too far.
Satisfied that there weren't any beasts nearby even though he had to admit that his natural survival skills were severely lacking, Zzyzyn returns to the circle of wagons and the warm hearth in the center. Seeing that everyone was settling down for the night, Zzyzyn retrieves his pack and begins the process of getting his bedroll ready. While a tent would have been nice, he didn't have one with him. Besides, he liked sleeping under the open sky, looking at the twinkling stars set in the midnight canvas of the heavens as he fell asleep. He had never really seen stars before until he had fled Slew. The rooftops and smog from stoves and such blotted out much of the celestial masterpiece overhead, and now that he was finally able to see them clearly, he thought that they were some of the most beautiful things the gods had created.
After he set up his bedroll in a spot that wasn't too muddy, he turns his attention back to more important matters. He spots fellow guards and makes his way over to them. Once he's near them, he says rather obtusely in his gravelly voice , "I'll take first watch if no one else wants to."
An exhausted Maxie makes her way to the food line, with the energy form the morning nowhere to be seen. There she see everyone being served into their own mess kits. As she floats there wondering how she's going to get food since she doesn't have a mess kit, Findal notices her dilemma and offers her a mess kit. Maxie thanks him as she lands to accept it. She then goes to stand in line, actually walking for the first time that anyone has seen.
When initially offered a mouse sized serving, Maxie asks politely for a full sized serving, explaining that her kind have very large appetites. Despite her fatigue she eats quickly, being also ravenously hungry. somehow getting all that food into her small mouth.
Once finished eating, she uses magic to clean the mess kit and starts heading for the wagon that has her human sized backpack abroad. She easily sends the mess kit up to the wagon with her Mage Hand spell, but then finds that between the full meal and her equipment she actually wears, she's now too heavy for her Mage Hand spell to life. So she groans, then jumps up to the wagon. Being the fastidious mouse that she is, she uses her magic to clean her feat and any mud she got on the wagon, She then climbs into her backpack, where she makes a nice nest out of the blanket that's in there.
Maxie was just too tired to remember to ask for permission to sleep on the wagon, or to check with the other guards about shifts.
Tyrgram smiled at Ovrola's reply. 'You know,' he said, 'I'm something of an artisan myself.' He then proceeded to explain all the intricacies of clothes making and how one, for instance, could tell a lot about a person just by examining their shoes.
After the wagons formed their circle, in what was clearly an organised and well practiced manner Tyrgram observed, he hopped out of Ovrola's one. 'My thanks for the ride, miss O-Ovrola.' he said with a bow. 'If fate be kind, we shall ride together as well on the morrow.'
With nothing more than a blanket Tyrgram's sleeping arrangements were quickly made. He would sleep near the central fire where the food was served. He did not know why exactly but the smell of food always made him fall asleep that much quicker, especially after having eaten said food. But of course the reason why he was here had to be adhered to.
'I can take another watch if we're short on eyes.' Tyrgram said after Zzyzyn brought up the question of nighttime guard duty. 'I don't sleep much anyway.' He even believed his own words.
Riyphou agreed with Sen, "You have to tell me all about it. Are you a tailor and can make outfits? I might need new robes for the temple services in Grayhaven." He explains his reasons to go to Grayhaven, that he is looking for a temple in which he can serve Mirrah.
He helps Sen to place her wagon in her spot in the circle and then excuses himself to join Zzyzyn to look around the vicinity of the camp, but instead of danger, he is looking for herbs and spices for food. Back at the camp he offers his findings to whoever took the chef's apron today and settles down for his share of the offered food. Afterwards he creates Goodberries and offers one to each guard and each member of the caravan to round out the meal.
"I can take the third watch, if you need me to," Riyphou offers when guard duty came up. "How many do you think we should do?" he asks bluntly.
Tyrgram smiled at Ovrola's reply. 'You know,' he said, 'I'm something of an artisan myself.' He then proceeded to explain all the intricacies of clothes making and how one, for instance, could tell a lot about a person just by examining their shoes.
After the wagons formed their circle, in what was clearly an organised and well practiced manner Tyrgram observed, he hopped out of Ovrola's one. 'My thanks for the ride, miss O-Ovrola.' he said with a bow. 'If fate be kind, we shall ride together as well on the morrow.'
With nothing more than a blanket Tyrgram's sleeping arrangements were quickly made. He would sleep near the central fire where the food was served. He did not know why exactly but the smell of food always made him fall asleep that much quicker, especially after having eaten said food. But of course the reason why he was here had to be adhered to.
'I can take another watch if we're short on eyes.' Tyrgram said after Zzyzyn brought up the question of nighttime guard duty. 'I don't sleep much anyway.' He even believed his own words.
OOC: Assuming the offer of the goodberry happened before she crawled into her backpack...
Maxie accepted the goodberry and had it for desert. Looking much like someone eating an entire melon.
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Zzyzyn gives the woman a long side-glance as he tucks away his pack inside. "Thanks," he says slowly, a bit unsure what to make of Kin. Of course he would have chosen the wagoner with a bubbly personality. "Nice to meet you too."
After he stows his stuff, he takes a few steps back and nods in thanks to Kin. Looking back to the other guards, he watches as they greet those they were to protect. He had been in a couple moments just like this one at the beginning of his other guard jobs. Sighing, he rests his hands on his hips and waits for the word to start their journey.
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Seeing how the other guards are taking their place with the caravan, Riyphou looks where he thinks is the back of the train and he sets his 370 lbs in motion to approach a wagon there, “Do you mind if I travel with you?” He asks the owner as had his fellow guardsmen. He reasons that at the back of a long line he can help most. Usually, the weakest in a herd are at its rear before they are left behind, and the weakest are the ones that are most in need of protection.
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Seeing the other wagons getting picked very quickly Zeren realizes he should find one to get on as well.
With his options limited he settles on the gnome who he approaches with an outstretched hand to shake.
"Findal wasn't it? I'd be happy to ride alongside you for this trip."
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Zeren decides to invite his new acquaintance along as well. He turns to Maxie.
"I think there's enough room on here if you'd like to join us."
Maxie replied, "Sure! I don't take much space and my luggage is light." Turning the Findal, "Do you mind if I join you?"
'I did not mean to frighten you, my fair lady.' Tyrgram replied. 'Worry not, I've been told I'm a delight to travel with.' From the tone of his voice it was perfectly unclear whether he was sincere or sarcastic.
Tyrgram stowed away his backpack and climbed onto the wagon. 'My name is Tyrgram, teller of tales, beloved by butterflies, and occasionally I also make and repair shoes and clothes. May I ask for your name?'
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It seems his nonchalant demeanor makes some city folk feel unease around him. They need their boundary, their pardons and pleases it seems.
“Take it easy, Raf.” Says Dah’ren to the young man and noticed the breastplate. “You look prepared. This isn’t your first time to Greyhaven, then?” It can be one of two things, being too prepared because he doesn’t know the road or prepared because he knows the danger. Judging by his startlement, it is probably the former.
"Oh! Oh, certainly, here!" the woman, dressed in simple commoner clothes, quickly opened up a section of her wagon for Riyphou to store what he needed to, openly displaying a vast array of fabrics in various colors and patterns. "You can set your pack down over here, if you don't mind! Although I don't know if the wagon could, hum, carry you?" She tilted her head, then shook it a moment later as she offered her hand with a brilliant smile. "I'm Sen, by the way. A pleasure to have you on board! Metaphorically speaking."
Before the papers were competely stuffed away Tyrgram was able to spot a few formula and other alchemical-like notes scribbled in a neat hand. "Haah! Haha! I am not frightened. Oh no! Just. Just startled. That's all." She rubbed at the back of her neck with a soft, "Call me O-Ovrola. Nice to--to meet you." She shoved her pack beneath her feet. "I, ah, I sell. Things. Obviously!"
Findal startled for a moment, before a wide smile overtook his face and he quickly scrambled and gestured to get their luggage on board. "Oh yes, indeed! That is certainly no problem. My aren't you an interesting lass? I'm afraid I've not met someone quite like you, before!" He beamed, pleased, at Maxie as he helped store away her belongings, and then Zeren's belongings as well. "I'd be happy to hear any tales of where you've been or come from. Sit, sit! It looks like we'll be well on our way shortly."
"A-ah, no! No it most certainly is not!" Raf laughed, voice just a bit higher pitched as he glanced from Dah'ren toward the rest of the caravan. "Although to be perfectly honest I am more worried about the road. There's been rumors of caravans going missing, recently."
Dugal glanced over everyone as they settled, and quickly climbed into place at his own wagon at the lead. He shouted out, "If we're all ready, then we'll be on our way! You lot know the drill, single file everyone! Guards, you know your jobs." With a snap of the reigns, Dugal started his own wagon off down the trail without any preamble.
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Maxie carries herself to the top of the wagon to get the best vantage point, and starts seriously searching around for dangers. Since the caravan is just outside the city, this is wasted effort. If she tries staying at such high alert for long, she'll wear herself out. But as a youngster taking their first official job, she's giving it her all.
'It's my pleasure.' Tyrgram said and sat down. 'It's a bit of an odd name: O-Ovrola.' He said in an effort to make smalltalk. 'But who am I to judge?'
He held his axe in his right hand to keep the sharp edge away from the woman. 'So what are you a seller of, miss O-Ovrola?'
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As the caravan starts to finally lurch to a start, Zzyzyn lets out a breath of relief. It was good to be on the road again. While Mara was a nice city, his few weeks of staying in the city and doing the odd tasks and chores for a few coins was growing stale. A change of pace and the scenery of the road would be good for him.
While still staying on the road, Zzyzyn finds himself walking along side the wagons a few feet away. There was something pleasantly mind-numbing about placing each foot after the other, each step continuing the journey. With the fresh morning air cool on his exposed skin and the morning sun warming his back, he finally allowed himself to smile. It was the faintest of smiles, but nonetheless, it was a smile. It was good to be on the move.
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DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
“What rich colors,” exclaims Riyphou when he sees the display of Sen’s wares. “I’m Riyphou,” he trumpets and takes her hand between both of his, and explains the obvious, “I’m your guard. Thank you for the offer,” he points to the wagon, “But I’m ok. I don’t mind the pack and I’m used to travel by foot, even long distances. And it’s all so flat here. I think, I’ll be fine.” Then the caravan was set in motion and Riyphou fell in step with Sen’s wagon. “Have you made these fabrics yourself? Where did you find so vibrant colors?”
|| Myrla - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall || Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Trystane - Trollblood Lycanthrope - Vecna || Taiga - Genasi Fighter - Looking for Group || Riyphou - Loxodon Druid - Secrets || Tez - Half Elf Artificer - Looking for Group || Valerian - Pallid Elf Rogue - Wildnis || Zelaerys - Halfling/Celestial Divine Soul - NWN || Kesili - Human/Dhampir Monk - Witchwood || Trystane (main/gestalt) - Gestalt Trollblood - DOOM ||
“Well, the Tanglebrier isn’t exactly the safest place, but don’t worry, you got me at your side, just focus on the road, let me handle the side stuff.” He says to Raf trying to reassure the nervous man.
Dah’ren keeps a look out towards the treeline of the forest, soon they will be leaving his clan’s territory, to unfamiliar ground and unfamiliar woods. He keeps a look out while playing a flute, hoping his performance was decent enough for everyone.
Perception 21
Flute 12
Maxie sways in time with the flute music.
OOC: I'm picturing the scene in the ending credits where the still potted baby groot sways to the music, but only when no one is looking
"AH," Ovrola laughed, nervous as the wagon travel started. "Y-Y'know. Papers. For books! And, uhm. Materials. For those same books! Various--various supplies and things for the...the purveyors of, uhm, of an art." She waved a free hand for a moment before she placed both on the reigns, grip tight. "Of many arts, really."
"Oh yes!" Sen nodded quickly. "I handle the dyes from a variety of sources. Most of them are a mixture of insects, plants, various minerals...the trick is getting the right mixture with the right texture. You can't dye silk the same you dye cotton!" With the call to start traveling Sen quickly packed up the wagon and settled into place. "We can talk more as we travel!"
The first day of travel, for those watching, is long, but for the most part comfortable. The sky is mostly dry, the latest of the seasonal rain had passed through the day before which has left much of the ground muddy, but thankfully not too difficult for wagon travel. The sun began to dip below the horizon when Dugal directed the wagons off to the side of the Long Road in what looked to be a common stop-off point for caravans. There was lingering evidence of another recent caravan passing through in the fire pit--a not well maintained one, given the way the ground around it was scorched.
Dah'ren is able to recognize the space and place the last rumors he'd heard before he left the Tanglebrier Elves as the potential resting place of a caravan who let a fire run out of control. The forest edge, not too far away, looks a little worse for wear--blackened burn marks along the trunks, carefully tended to by the Elves to ensure regrowth of the damaged portion of the forest. There were clues all around, which meant dangerously enough that a group of scouts from the nomadic tribe may well in fact be nearby--and they weren't known to be forgiving.
The place Dugal had chosen to build camp thankfully was a poor place for an ambush, so the caravan was less likely to be attacked at night, but that didn't meant that there weren't good ambush sites further down the road tomorrow that the Elves could, potentially, attack from.
The rest of the guards keeping an eye out for threats also recognize that there was a recent fire in the area that may have gotten out of control. Maxie suffers a point of exhaustion from being hyper vigilant throughout the day.
A meal is served as the wagons circle up, a central campfire built much better than the one from the previous caravan. As the various members wind down for the night, it is obvious each tradesman or other traveler have space set aside inside their wagons for their own nightly rituals, and eventually, rest. The party is, as Dugal stated, left to determine their own camping situation.
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Dawning - A Homebrew Campaign - DMTomb of Annihilation - DM
Dragon Heist of Waterdeep - DM
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - DM | Recruiting Thread | Campaign Thread
As the caravan comes to a stop for the night, Zzyzyn lets out a sigh of contentment, the faintest shadow of a smile brushing his lips. Today had been a good day. Of course, he was tired from all that walking, but it was a good kind of tired, the tiredness that comes from a day of honest labor.
As the caravan began to circle up and settle down for the evening, Zzyzyn performs a brief perimeter sweep around the camp to ensure that there was nothing too dangerous in their immediate proximity. As he does, he notices the burn marks from a recent fire marring some of the trees. He frowns and shakes his head slightly, disappointed in the carelessness of the ones who let the fire escape. Whoever they were, they were lucky that the fire didn't spread too far.
Satisfied that there weren't any beasts nearby even though he had to admit that his natural survival skills were severely lacking, Zzyzyn returns to the circle of wagons and the warm hearth in the center. Seeing that everyone was settling down for the night, Zzyzyn retrieves his pack and begins the process of getting his bedroll ready. While a tent would have been nice, he didn't have one with him. Besides, he liked sleeping under the open sky, looking at the twinkling stars set in the midnight canvas of the heavens as he fell asleep. He had never really seen stars before until he had fled Slew. The rooftops and smog from stoves and such blotted out much of the celestial masterpiece overhead, and now that he was finally able to see them clearly, he thought that they were some of the most beautiful things the gods had created.
After he set up his bedroll in a spot that wasn't too muddy, he turns his attention back to more important matters. He spots fellow guards and makes his way over to them. Once he's near them, he says rather obtusely in his gravelly voice , "I'll take first watch if no one else wants to."
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An exhausted Maxie makes her way to the food line, with the energy form the morning nowhere to be seen. There she see everyone being served into their own mess kits. As she floats there wondering how she's going to get food since she doesn't have a mess kit, Findal notices her dilemma and offers her a mess kit. Maxie thanks him as she lands to accept it. She then goes to stand in line, actually walking for the first time that anyone has seen.
When initially offered a mouse sized serving, Maxie asks politely for a full sized serving, explaining that her kind have very large appetites. Despite her fatigue she eats quickly, being also ravenously hungry. somehow getting all that food into her small mouth.
Once finished eating, she uses magic to clean the mess kit and starts heading for the wagon that has her human sized backpack abroad. She easily sends the mess kit up to the wagon with her Mage Hand spell, but then finds that between the full meal and her equipment she actually wears, she's now too heavy for her Mage Hand spell to life. So she groans, then jumps up to the wagon. Being the fastidious mouse that she is, she uses her magic to clean her feat and any mud she got on the wagon, She then climbs into her backpack, where she makes a nice nest out of the blanket that's in there.
Maxie was just too tired to remember to ask for permission to sleep on the wagon, or to check with the other guards about shifts.
Tyrgram smiled at Ovrola's reply. 'You know,' he said, 'I'm something of an artisan myself.' He then proceeded to explain all the intricacies of clothes making and how one, for instance, could tell a lot about a person just by examining their shoes.
After the wagons formed their circle, in what was clearly an organised and well practiced manner Tyrgram observed, he hopped out of Ovrola's one. 'My thanks for the ride, miss O-Ovrola.' he said with a bow. 'If fate be kind, we shall ride together as well on the morrow.'
With nothing more than a blanket Tyrgram's sleeping arrangements were quickly made. He would sleep near the central fire where the food was served. He did not know why exactly but the smell of food always made him fall asleep that much quicker, especially after having eaten said food. But of course the reason why he was here had to be adhered to.
'I can take another watch if we're short on eyes.' Tyrgram said after Zzyzyn brought up the question of nighttime guard duty. 'I don't sleep much anyway.' He even believed his own words.
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Riyphou agreed with Sen, "You have to tell me all about it. Are you a tailor and can make outfits? I might need new robes for the temple services in Grayhaven." He explains his reasons to go to Grayhaven, that he is looking for a temple in which he can serve Mirrah.
He helps Sen to place her wagon in her spot in the circle and then excuses himself to join Zzyzyn to look around the vicinity of the camp, but instead of danger, he is looking for herbs and spices for food. Back at the camp he offers his findings to whoever took the chef's apron today and settles down for his share of the offered food. Afterwards he creates Goodberries and offers one to each guard and each member of the caravan to round out the meal.
"I can take the third watch, if you need me to," Riyphou offers when guard duty came up. "How many do you think we should do?" he asks bluntly.
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Zeren has no interest in taking watch, he's here to do the bare minimum and get paid.
Eating the evening meal he tries to think of what to do. He decides he might as well try to make a few allies, if they're friends all the better.
"Right, tell me what you think of this."
Taking out his viol he strings it and begins to play.
Performance check: 18
OOC: Assuming the offer of the goodberry happened before she crawled into her backpack...
Maxie accepted the goodberry and had it for desert. Looking much like someone eating an entire melon.