You are all making your way together to the city of Neverwinter, you'll be picking something important up for a noble gentleman and taking it back to him in Ordulin. It's more then a days journey so you all make camp for the night near the woods. The woods are quiet this night, and the air grows chill. Your fire sputters as a low mist gathers around the edges of your camp, growing closer as the night wears on. By morning, the fog hangs thick in the air, turning the trees around you into gray ghosts. Then you notice these aren’t the same trees that surrounded you the night before.
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Looking around, Alexander notices that the words around them are somewhat different then before and the fog gives them a haunting look. Feeling uncomfortable with the whole situation he goes on high alert and warns the others that something maybe amiss. "I'm not sure everyon, but it would seem that we are not in the same place that we camped last night." Turning towards his trusted bard companion Andres he asks, "What do you make of this situation Andres, anything in the lore about something like this?" Alexander draws his longswor, ready for any danger that may come out of the fog.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Faron finishes his daily routine of writing in his journal then swiftly jumps to his feet. "You are correct, Alexander. These are different trees. It must have happened last night while I was meditating. The changes were subtle and hidden by the fog." Faron doesn't seem surprised or alerted. "When I recognised the changing it was already to late. Maybe Ny can shed some light on what has transpired here. I assume some kind of foul magic."
For her part, the small, blue-grey skinned giantess that was Vaalu has been quietly sitting off to the side, sharpening one of her axes with a whetstone. Although she held onto a calm veneer, even she couldn't resist throwing the occasional wary glance to the area at large, and that of her companions as each took notice or began to stir from sleep. Eventually, it becomes to much for her. She hops to her feet, sheathes her blades, and with little more than an "I go check.", she begins trying to scale one of the trees using callused fingers and hardened nails more than used to similar cases of abuse. "Don't wander. You get lost. Again." Whether she makes it even part way or not, she'll shoot Nylin a meaningful look yet mirthful look as if it was meant especially for the gnome.
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Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Andres - You know that this type of weather isn't common for this area at this time of year.
Vaalu - Its hard to get a good look around because of the mist, for the distance you can see ,you can tell this is not the way you had been travelling the night before.
Slowly getting up from sitting and trying to reach down to his toes to stretch his back. “It’s been a while since something this strange has happened to me, almost makes me miss it” he speaks queitly to himself.
Casting light on a small shard of a pale green and blue crystal ”My eyes aren’t what they used to be chaps”
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Andres starts darting looks left and right, raising his arms in the air pointing at the clouds and fog while slowly spinning around. “ No no no, this isn’t right at all. This weather isn’t right for this time of year in this geographical region.” Either we’ve been teleported to a new region, scaped to another realm, or someone is magically changing the environment. This can’t be the feywild can it Nylin?
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
"Any option is not good Andres. Whatever the case it might be a good idea to find some kind of civilization to better orient ourselves to where we are." Feeling a little bit unea, Alexander decides to use his divine sense in case something evil is using the fog as cover for an ambush.
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Sorry Anders I don't think you can just look around and tell what plane you're on. But with a 22 I'll say you can tell even the grass is different. And the smell on the air is different. This is definitely not the same place you were when you made camp.
Alexander - you channel your divine energy to sense the presence of evil around you, you can instantly smell a foul scent that seems to come from all directions.
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
"Be on guard everyone, my senses tell me there is something foul all around us. I can only think that it's coming from the fog.Whatever it is it's un-natural and most certainly malicious. Whoever or whatever is behind this does not have good intentions regarding us. We must be ready for anything."
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Faron looks for signs of travel in the forest. A path, bent twigs, footprints, lights in the distance…
Shall I make any roll?
If none show up Faron suggests to just pick any direction and start wandering. "Alex is right. This problem won't solve itself. Let's find other people. Then whoever is responsible for this will learn to regret messing with us."
Vaalu at most makes it a foot off the ground (if even that) in her attempts to climb up a tree before hoping back to the ground. "Too weak." She mutters, and starts to go punch the tree. But, she stops short, and scowling turns to the others. "Whether it is magic, or test of the great huntress, we go. Waste too much time already standing around with thumbs up bums. Come. But stick close."She says before picking what she hope was the east and leading the way if someone/thing physically doesn't stop her.
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Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Responding to Andres, "It is most definitelythat we are not where we camped last night Andres. Keep close and stay alert and I'll do the same. Someone could easily loss there self in this unnatural fog, and who knows what dangers lurk in this fog." Sheathinghis sword for the moment he waits for the group to decide which direction to go in, alert for any danger.
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
It sounds like we are in a clearing and thick fog is around us. While he is getting ready to follow Vaalu’s directions. “This lass seems to have an idea of which way is up.” He casts mage hand to carry out his drum into some thicker fog to see what happens.
Anders- You extend out your mage hand to grasp your drum, and notice that while usually it appears as just a spectral copy of your own hand, now it appears to be only bones. Your skeletal hand grasps your drums and move it out about 30 feet into the mist, where it gets harder to see. But nothing happens to it.
Valuu - You pick a direction that feels VERY East to you. And start walking.
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You are all making your way together to the city of Neverwinter, you'll be picking something important up for a noble gentleman and taking it back to him in Ordulin. It's more then a days journey so you all make camp for the night near the woods. The woods are quiet this night, and the air grows chill. Your fire sputters as a low mist gathers around the edges of your camp, growing closer as the night wears on. By morning, the fog hangs thick in the air, turning the trees around you into gray ghosts. Then you notice these aren’t the same trees that surrounded you the night before.
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Looking around, Alexander notices that the words around them are somewhat different then before and the fog gives them a haunting look. Feeling uncomfortable with the whole situation he goes on high alert and warns the others that something maybe amiss. "I'm not sure everyon, but it would seem that we are not in the same place that we camped last night." Turning towards his trusted bard companion Andres he asks, "What do you make of this situation Andres, anything in the lore about something like this?" Alexander draws his longswor, ready for any danger that may come out of the fog.
Feats: Alert
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Faron Qwath
Lvl 3 | Male Wood Elf | Rogue(Scout)
Faron finishes his daily routine of writing in his journal then swiftly jumps to his feet. "You are correct, Alexander. These are different trees. It must have happened last night while I was meditating. The changes were subtle and hidden by the fog." Faron doesn't seem surprised or alerted. "When I recognised the changing it was already to late. Maybe Ny can shed some light on what has transpired here. I assume some kind of foul magic."
Andres Winters - Half Elf
level 3 Bard college of lore
“Hmmm let me think about it Sir.” Andres looks around the surrounding area noting the differences pondering what it could mean.
Arcana/history check (same modifier for both): 15
Vaalu
Lvl 3 | Goliath | Ranger/Hunter
For her part, the small, blue-grey skinned giantess that was Vaalu has been quietly sitting off to the side, sharpening one of her axes with a whetstone. Although she held onto a calm veneer, even she couldn't resist throwing the occasional wary glance to the area at large, and that of her companions as each took notice or began to stir from sleep. Eventually, it becomes to much for her. She hops to her feet, sheathes her blades, and with little more than an "I go check.", she begins trying to scale one of the trees using callused fingers and hardened nails more than used to similar cases of abuse. "Don't wander. You get lost. Again." Whether she makes it even part way or not, she'll shoot Nylin a meaningful look yet mirthful look as if it was meant especially for the gnome.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Andres - You know that this type of weather isn't common for this area at this time of year.
Vaalu - Its hard to get a good look around because of the mist, for the distance you can see ,you can tell this is not the way you had been travelling the night before.
Nylin Roffeton - Gnome war wizard
Slowly getting up from sitting and trying to reach down to his toes to stretch his back. “It’s been a while since something this strange has happened to me, almost makes me miss it” he speaks queitly to himself.
Casting light on a small shard of a pale green and blue crystal ”My eyes aren’t what they used to be chaps”
Andres starts darting looks left and right, raising his arms in the air pointing at the clouds and fog while slowly spinning around. “ No no no, this isn’t right at all. This weather isn’t right for this time of year in this geographical region.” Either we’ve been teleported to a new region, scaped to another realm, or someone is magically changing the environment. This can’t be the feywild can it Nylin?
can I tell if we are on the same plane?
Perception: 11
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
"Any option is not good Andres. Whatever the case it might be a good idea to find some kind of civilization to better orient ourselves to where we are." Feeling a little bit unea, Alexander decides to use his divine sense in case something evil is using the fog as cover for an ambush.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Sorry Anders I don't think you can just look around and tell what plane you're on. But with a 22 I'll say you can tell even the grass is different. And the smell on the air is different. This is definitely not the same place you were when you made camp.
Alexander - you channel your divine energy to sense the presence of evil around you, you can instantly smell a foul scent that seems to come from all directions.
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
"Be on guard everyone, my senses tell me there is something foul all around us. I can only think that it's coming from the fog.Whatever it is it's un-natural and most certainly malicious. Whoever or whatever is behind this does not have good intentions regarding us. We must be ready for anything."
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Faron
Faron looks for signs of travel in the forest. A path, bent twigs, footprints, lights in the distance…
Shall I make any roll?
If none show up Faron suggests to just pick any direction and start wandering. "Alex is right. This problem won't solve itself. Let's find other people. Then whoever is responsible for this will learn to regret messing with us."
OOC: you mean to tell me that I can’t just whimsically know what reality I’m in? It’s theatre of mind man! Jkjk
Andres moves closer towards Alexander, facing the other direction so they are essentially back to back.
”we are definitely in another place from where we went to camp last night”
Faron - last night you were heading down a heavily used path. Looking around your general area now, no such path exists.
Vaalu at most makes it a foot off the ground (if even that) in her attempts to climb up a tree before hoping back to the ground. "Too weak." She mutters, and starts to go punch the tree. But, she stops short, and scowling turns to the others. "Whether it is magic, or test of the great huntress, we go. Waste too much time already standing around with thumbs up bums. Come. But stick close." She says before picking what she hope was the east and leading the way if someone/thing physically doesn't stop her.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Roll a nature check to see if you can tell which way East is
Nature: 10
(I totally know da way)
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Responding to Andres, "It is most definitelythat we are not where we camped last night Andres. Keep close and stay alert and I'll do the same. Someone could easily loss there self in this unnatural fog, and who knows what dangers lurk in this fog." Sheathing his sword for the moment he waits for the group to decide which direction to go in, alert for any danger.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
It sounds like we are in a clearing and thick fog is around us. While he is getting ready to follow Vaalu’s directions. “This lass seems to have an idea of which way is up.” He casts mage hand to carry out his drum into some thicker fog to see what happens.
Anders- You extend out your mage hand to grasp your drum, and notice that while usually it appears as just a spectral copy of your own hand, now it appears to be only bones. Your skeletal hand grasps your drums and move it out about 30 feet into the mist, where it gets harder to see. But nothing happens to it.
Valuu - You pick a direction that feels VERY East to you. And start walking.