Upon waking up in the morning, Hurrig sets out his holy symbol and war hammer in front of him. He says a quick prayer. The hammer glows red hot, and then dissipates.
(Swapped inflict wounds for shield of faith. Also blessed my war hammer for +1 to hit and damage. Bleeding of the forge)
”It’s nice ta be out the woods for now... how far is this basilisk ‘spose to be?”
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Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Six hours later there is no sign of any basilisks and the sun is starting to go down. The area is familiar to all except Hurrig... Korinn's bandit camp can't be far off.
Before going back to bed Thurston asks Val, Jex and Bründir to let him check them.
"Better safe than sorry, we better be sure that you are alright after the contact with them " he says " I am sure you are ok but I can't help but to watch over you. " he smiles to them and spend his remaining curative magics on Jex. First thing in the morning he will ask Thor to let him sense the evilness again, and he will check Jex's to see if he is beign able to contain the infection.
After the whole walking day he says.
"We aren't far from the bandits camp. Tomorrow we should be able to reach the basiliks den whereabouts, Am I right?"
Despite Thurston's otherworldly gaze, Bründir bears a sliver of his blade to see if it glowed at all.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Val and Bründir seem to both be clear of the demonic influence, but it still lingers within Jex, creeping through his veins like tar. Nevertheless, Thurston's daily treatments do seem to be stunting further progression.
Bründir's blade begins to shimmer whenever he is too close to Jex.
Val will stand and wait patiently, though clearly nervous about the results of Thurston's scanning. She lets out a sigh of relief when given the all clear. "This sickness is frightening. Is there no way to protect ourselves?"
As they sit around the campfire discussing even the disease and the failures of the day behind them Jex seems visibly more relaxed than before. The kindness of Thurston towards him has him feeling very safe within the group and more confident to express his thoughts.
"Perhaps it is divine favour that keeps us safe Valaith. Or perhaps it is chance, many would say one is the same as the other. Staying away seems the best chance of keeping it at bay for now."
He considers a moment then changes the topic.
"What I do know is that tomorrow's search needs to be conducted more methodically. Today we all wandered around looking for signs, and I confess, I do not even know what I was looking for. Perhaps we could be of more use helping somebody who does know what they are looking for spot it?"
"Dorno will ask the birds and the squirrels and the nice little rabbits again in the morning" states the firbolg. "Rabbits were too scared of us friends to talk tonight. In the morning all of forest will be still for them, if friends are not breathing too loud."
During the evening, Dorno pulls out a large chunk of fatty meat he had cut from the flayed bear. He places it on a hot rock at the edge of the fire inside a thick layer of wide, curved leaves. Slowly the fat starts to bubble and render as the leaves are singed by the flames. As the melting and congealing process happens, Dorno moves the leaves further from the fire and scoops up some of the ash to add to the mix. He then lets it all cool, wraps a few fresh leaves around the hardening mixture, and then wraps it all in twine. The result looks like a gift wrapped bar of soap or something of the sort, which Dorno nods at approvingly. He holds it up and smiles at it, then looks to his companions who must be wondering what this latest process is all about. At that the druid mutters a few more words in Sylvan and, holding the wrapping flat in his palm, raises it upwards about a foot. Levitating out of their campfire is a five foot wide ball of swirling flame which Dorno manipulates by moving the wrapped fat and ash mixture around. He raises the ball another 10ft up in the air and then in a small circle before nodding approvingly and returning the flame to the fire below, ending the spell. "Ok, Dorno is ready to help better now. The fire hurts the forests and animals so Dorno does not like it, but new friends find lots of trouble and need help to stay safe so Dorno will find new magics. He thinks friends do more good than hurt, so Dorno wants to help, and help the Lady, too!"
As Hurrig settles down near the fire, unwinding from a long day of travel, listening to the conversations of some odd disease, which he will ask about another time, takes a big swing of the mead that Brundir was nice enough to procure before leaving the elves.
“Ya’ know... there’s a people way north of here. Near the Seas of Serrenio, they ‘ave this story.” Hurrig pauses to take a bite of some cured meat from his rations. With a full mouth he continues on, “Perseus and Medusa. Perseus, some prince or demigod or somethin’ had ta slay Medusa and claim ‘er ‘ead as a prize or rite o’ passage. Medusa was soom monsta’ that could turn men ta stone with ‘er gaze... I believe Perseus used a mirror o’ sorts ta avoid ‘er gaze... It was somethin’ quick I had ‘eard in matime in Shamley. Sounds mighty kind ta this ‘ere Basilisk we’re ‘unting.”
He takes a minute and shakes his head, “Pro’ly nothing, just some story I ‘eard in some tavern.”
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Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Vark wakes and repeats his morning ritual of walking off away from the group, performing some magic which shrouds him in mist for a minute, and then returning. He comes back as Dorno is practicing his new spell and looks quite impressed. "Wow! Dorno that's... that's amazing! I'm sure it'll be useful in the future."
Listening to Hurrig talk from a bit of a distance, Vark nods. "Aureaonous mentioned the Seas of Serrenio once before... b-but never told me a story like that. If... well if this M-medusa could turn people to stone... and basilisks can too... maybe... well I don't know, maybe we could use a mirror in the same way. But... do any of us even have a mirror?"
There's that glow again...Jex needed to be informed, but then there's the talk with Thurston. It may be better to pull Hurrig and Jex aside with Thurston and see if it can be settled at once. But then there's Dorno and Vark, too. It didn't seem right to leave them out after all this. These thoughts made Bründir's head spin and throb. Before he knew it, the moment had passed to bring it up. Maybe he'll discuss it with everyone during the day.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
" I carry no mirros " says Thurston moving the still warm wood of the fireplace to start burning the new wood he had placed on it. Suddenly he leaves the fireplace side and goes towards his stuff, taking his shield and holding it facing up.
"It is said that Balder is so beatiful, and his armor and shield so polished and clean, that he can see himself in his shield. We can polish our shields and use them like this Perseus you talked used his mirror.."
In the morning Dorno is up bright and early with the very first rays of sun and wanders a few dozen feet away from camp. He is seen conversing with a rabbit, first with his mask on before lifting it to reveal a gentle smile so that his new friend is not scared.
Returning to the party, the firbolg reports several things once several others are awake. "Dorno talked to a friend and learned about the bas-il-isks, the hunter men, and the nice tree lady." He begins eating his breakfast of porridge with berries and nuts. Speaking with his mouth full he adds "friends and Dorno go north of north to more hills after hills, to bas-il-isk tunnels to help the Lady's sick elf peoples."
If pressed for details in any way or if anyone looks confused he will elaborate and say "hunter men hurt rabbits and sleep where other bad men sleep, at the for-t." "Rabbits are scared to go to hills over hills because rabbits don't come back from bad tunnels there. Also, nice tree lady lives in safe place, mmmmmmm, west and north? Nice tree lady can help Dorno and friends like the rabbits! Dorno will go and ask."
"Didn't we 'ave a handy bag that sends things back an' forth to them? An' don' we 'ave a magic parchment to send messages? Can't we just ask an' get mirrors from'em?"
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Jex stands up from where he has been eating breakfast and stretches. He takes some leftover crumbs from his mess tin and shakes them out around the steps of his wagon.
"Perhaps we should look to not face the creature at all. Wait for one to hunt and find the young, old or already dead around the nest. What would hunt a basilisk?"
After completing his misty morning ritual, Vark joins his friends for breakfast. He smiles at Dorno’s relay of information. “Well... that sounds great Dorno! Should.. should we all get headed north then?” He says to the rest of the group. He nods enthusiastically at Brundir’s idea “That could work! For those of us who don’t have shields to polish.” At Jex’s comment Vark looks more thoughtful. “W-well I mean... it could be smart to look for the youngest or oldest one. We might... not really have a chance to do that though. And well, if we need the blood then I don’t think a dead one would work.”
Upon waking up in the morning, Hurrig sets out his holy symbol and war hammer in front of him. He says a quick prayer. The hammer glows red hot, and then dissipates.
(Swapped inflict wounds for shield of faith. Also blessed my war hammer for +1 to hit and damage. Bleeding of the forge)
”It’s nice ta be out the woods for now... how far is this basilisk ‘spose to be?”
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
Six hours later there is no sign of any basilisks and the sun is starting to go down. The area is familiar to all except Hurrig... Korinn's bandit camp can't be far off.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
“The sun’s going down. We best set up camp for tha night.... any clue where we’ve gone off ta? I’ll be more than ‘appy ya take first watch again too!”
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
Before going back to bed Thurston asks Val, Jex and Bründir to let him check them.
"Better safe than sorry, we better be sure that you are alright after the contact with them " he says " I am sure you are ok but I can't help but to watch over you. " he smiles to them and spend his remaining curative magics on Jex. First thing in the morning he will ask Thor to let him sense the evilness again, and he will check Jex's to see if he is beign able to contain the infection.
After the whole walking day he says.
"We aren't far from the bandits camp. Tomorrow we should be able to reach the basiliks den whereabouts, Am I right?"
PbP Character: A few ;)
Despite Thurston's otherworldly gaze, Bründir bears a sliver of his blade to see if it glowed at all.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Val and Bründir seem to both be clear of the demonic influence, but it still lingers within Jex, creeping through his veins like tar. Nevertheless, Thurston's daily treatments do seem to be stunting further progression.
Bründir's blade begins to shimmer whenever he is too close to Jex.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Val will stand and wait patiently, though clearly nervous about the results of Thurston's scanning. She lets out a sigh of relief when given the all clear. "This sickness is frightening. Is there no way to protect ourselves?"
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
As they sit around the campfire discussing even the disease and the failures of the day behind them Jex seems visibly more relaxed than before. The kindness of Thurston towards him has him feeling very safe within the group and more confident to express his thoughts.
"Perhaps it is divine favour that keeps us safe Valaith. Or perhaps it is chance, many would say one is the same as the other. Staying away seems the best chance of keeping it at bay for now."
He considers a moment then changes the topic.
"What I do know is that tomorrow's search needs to be conducted more methodically. Today we all wandered around looking for signs, and I confess, I do not even know what I was looking for. Perhaps we could be of more use helping somebody who does know what they are looking for spot it?"
“W-well Peldirion said they live in burrows right? Maybe it’s best to look for that. Where they live, I mean.”
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
"Dorno will ask the birds and the squirrels and the nice little rabbits again in the morning" states the firbolg. "Rabbits were too scared of us friends to talk tonight. In the morning all of forest will be still for them, if friends are not breathing too loud."
During the evening, Dorno pulls out a large chunk of fatty meat he had cut from the flayed bear. He places it on a hot rock at the edge of the fire inside a thick layer of wide, curved leaves. Slowly the fat starts to bubble and render as the leaves are singed by the flames. As the melting and congealing process happens, Dorno moves the leaves further from the fire and scoops up some of the ash to add to the mix. He then lets it all cool, wraps a few fresh leaves around the hardening mixture, and then wraps it all in twine. The result looks like a gift wrapped bar of soap or something of the sort, which Dorno nods at approvingly. He holds it up and smiles at it, then looks to his companions who must be wondering what this latest process is all about. At that the druid mutters a few more words in Sylvan and, holding the wrapping flat in his palm, raises it upwards about a foot. Levitating out of their campfire is a five foot wide ball of swirling flame which Dorno manipulates by moving the wrapped fat and ash mixture around. He raises the ball another 10ft up in the air and then in a small circle before nodding approvingly and returning the flame to the fire below, ending the spell. "Ok, Dorno is ready to help better now. The fire hurts the forests and animals so Dorno does not like it, but new friends find lots of trouble and need help to stay safe so Dorno will find new magics. He thinks friends do more good than hurt, so Dorno wants to help, and help the Lady, too!"
As Hurrig settles down near the fire, unwinding from a long day of travel, listening to the conversations of some odd disease, which he will ask about another time, takes a big swing of the mead that Brundir was nice enough to procure before leaving the elves.
“Ya’ know... there’s a people way north of here. Near the Seas of Serrenio, they ‘ave this story.” Hurrig pauses to take a bite of some cured meat from his rations. With a full mouth he continues on, “Perseus and Medusa. Perseus, some prince or demigod or somethin’ had ta slay Medusa and claim ‘er ‘ead as a prize or rite o’ passage. Medusa was soom monsta’ that could turn men ta stone with ‘er gaze... I believe Perseus used a mirror o’ sorts ta avoid ‘er gaze... It was somethin’ quick I had ‘eard in matime in Shamley. Sounds mighty kind ta this ‘ere Basilisk we’re ‘unting.”
He takes a minute and shakes his head, “Pro’ly nothing, just some story I ‘eard in some tavern.”
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
Vark wakes and repeats his morning ritual of walking off away from the group, performing some magic which shrouds him in mist for a minute, and then returning. He comes back as Dorno is practicing his new spell and looks quite impressed. "Wow! Dorno that's... that's amazing! I'm sure it'll be useful in the future."
Listening to Hurrig talk from a bit of a distance, Vark nods. "Aureaonous mentioned the Seas of Serrenio once before... b-but never told me a story like that. If... well if this M-medusa could turn people to stone... and basilisks can too... maybe... well I don't know, maybe we could use a mirror in the same way. But... do any of us even have a mirror?"
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
There's that glow again...Jex needed to be informed, but then there's the talk with Thurston. It may be better to pull Hurrig and Jex aside with Thurston and see if it can be settled at once. But then there's Dorno and Vark, too. It didn't seem right to leave them out after all this. These thoughts made Bründir's head spin and throb. Before he knew it, the moment had passed to bring it up. Maybe he'll discuss it with everyone during the day.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The night passes without incident and the party rises early the next day, ready to make a more organised effort at locating the basilisk warrens.
Please coordinate survival checks or Dorno speaking with animals, etc in discord.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
" I carry no mirros " says Thurston moving the still warm wood of the fireplace to start burning the new wood he had placed on it. Suddenly he leaves the fireplace side and goes towards his stuff, taking his shield and holding it facing up.
"It is said that Balder is so beatiful, and his armor and shield so polished and clean, that he can see himself in his shield. We can polish our shields and use them like this Perseus you talked used his mirror.."
PbP Character: A few ;)
In the morning Dorno is up bright and early with the very first rays of sun and wanders a few dozen feet away from camp. He is seen conversing with a rabbit, first with his mask on before lifting it to reveal a gentle smile so that his new friend is not scared.
Returning to the party, the firbolg reports several things once several others are awake. "Dorno talked to a friend and learned about the bas-il-isks, the hunter men, and the nice tree lady." He begins eating his breakfast of porridge with berries and nuts. Speaking with his mouth full he adds "friends and Dorno go north of north to more hills after hills, to bas-il-isk tunnels to help the Lady's sick elf peoples."
If pressed for details in any way or if anyone looks confused he will elaborate and say "hunter men hurt rabbits and sleep where other bad men sleep, at the for-t." "Rabbits are scared to go to hills over hills because rabbits don't come back from bad tunnels there. Also, nice tree lady lives in safe place, mmmmmmm, west and north? Nice tree lady can help Dorno and friends like the rabbits! Dorno will go and ask."
"Didn't we 'ave a handy bag that sends things back an' forth to them? An' don' we 'ave a magic parchment to send messages? Can't we just ask an' get mirrors from'em?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Jex stands up from where he has been eating breakfast and stretches. He takes some leftover crumbs from his mess tin and shakes them out around the steps of his wagon.
"Perhaps we should look to not face the creature at all. Wait for one to hunt and find the young, old or already dead around the nest. What would hunt a basilisk?"
"I do not understand how this whole gaze thing works. Do we have to look at them or they simply had to look at us?"
PbP Character: A few ;)
After completing his misty morning ritual, Vark joins his friends for breakfast. He smiles at Dorno’s relay of information. “Well... that sounds great Dorno! Should.. should we all get headed north then?” He says to the rest of the group. He nods enthusiastically at Brundir’s idea “That could work! For those of us who don’t have shields to polish.” At Jex’s comment Vark looks more thoughtful. “W-well I mean... it could be smart to look for the youngest or oldest one. We might... not really have a chance to do that though. And well, if we need the blood then I don’t think a dead one would work.”
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger