Grunts at Kathleens proclamation "I don't intend to die if I can help it. And I'll seek to keep the rest of you alive as well. But if you do see me surrounded... Keep your distance and help from there. On this, you'll just have to trust me." he seems sure that that would be the best course of action
Then facing Gundren, noting the Dwarf had said to ask now, or forever hold your peace, would say, "I do, have two questions. What should we expect to run into on our way to this Phandalen. And why do we seek to go there, if thatinformation is not too private to share with your entourage?"
"Runmera, my dear furry fur." - Gundren hugged her. "You said earlier you would be busy with some forest affairs, but I'm glad you can help us!" - he smiled.
"While I can only speak for myself, I will protect this caravan with my life, if needs be. And I will take as many enemies, if any appear, with me, before I fall. Of this, I assure you. Though it is Ironic that you would sooner trust your lives to people you know nothing about, as opposed to a simple cart~"
"You're big and you're talking big, but I'm a man of action, let us see what you will do if something will go wrong, whether you can stay true to your words or run away at the first sigh of danger" - Sildar answered.
Gundren announced that you need to start moving, so you can pick up a wagon on the road and hit Phandalin before midnight. As no one had any more notable questions, the party gathered and started to venture forth. Gundren picked up a wagon tightly obscured by leaves right after the first turn off the road, the wagon was driven by two horses and Gundred took a ruling seat, while Sildar took a seat to the right of him.
"Someone who is good in melee should be before or beside a wagon, while ranged troops just stay behind it." - Sildar announced.
"I do, have two questions. What should we expect to run into on our way to this Phandalen. And why do we seek to go there, if thatinformation is not too private to share with your entourage?"
Sildar again intercepted this question: "That's not of your business, just do your job and you will be rewarded."
Borak responds to Azrael. "Oh, religious disagreements. I can only assure you that my belief in Clangeddin is strong enough to overcome such differences of opinion. Feel free to pray to whomever you like. I trust my life in Clangeddin and haven't been disappointed so far."
Borak doesn't seem offended by the different world view expressed by Azrael. Knowing that religion is a delicate matter he tries his best to calm Azraels emotions. "And don't worry I'll judge you by your actions not your beliefs. If your words are true I'm glad to be with you and hope that our faith won't divide similar mind sets. Regarding the laziness of other gods you might wanna ask Gruumsh One-Eye how he lost his eye. Unfortunately no dwarf but another of these shooting elves gets bragging rights for this. And if you ever feel like it, we can decide who's right with some ale."
When the journey starts Borak heads to the front of the wagon and joins Runmera.
Azrael looks to where Borak had gone, speaking even as he went. "I wouldn't allow it to divide us, unless you were using it for evil ends of course! As I said Master Borak, I respect you for simply taking up the fight. My disagreement lies entirely with any being that calls itself a 'god', yet does nothing in the mortal-realm, aside from casting a minor blessing or boon, while expecting their subjects and worshipers to do what they, themselves, will not." Nodding, feeling he expressed his view more tactfully, and accurately this time. "As for the ale? perhaps once we're done with this errand!"
Then settling for scanning his side of the carriages flank, watching for anyone that may be there - Their job, after-all, was to guard it, and he settled into his role now, maintaining his alertness.
Perception Roll (Scanning the area for signs of hostility as we guard the Carriage) - 5
As the company started to travel, there happened some metamorphoses with a human female who called herself "Runmera".
She definitely got much taller, her ears grew and looked like goblin ones. Adventures might have heard something on this type of Giantkin named Firbolg's or may not.
OOC: party members can make perception check (if they see difference) and history or nature check (if they know what Firbolg is).
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Thormund seems to miss a step, obviously taken aback by the metamorphosis. Catching himself he emits a braying laugh. "There's more to you than meets the eye, lass!" Quickening his step he falls back into a rhythm and tries to remember anything he can about creatures capable of such a change.
History or nature check since the modifiers are the same.9
Runmera gives Thormund a small smile "I am a Firbolg. My kind have a bond with nature and its powers. I've made my living helping people through these woods. The Wode is my home and I try to keep the peace between civilization and the spirits of nature. "
Runmera just lets that hang in the air. It's not until the Dwarf speaks up that she snaps out of her fugue. "Hail. Runmera." She shouts back.
Grunts at Kathleens proclamation "I don't intend to die if I can help it. And I'll seek to keep the rest of you alive as well. But if you do see me surrounded... Keep your distance and help from there. On this, you'll just have to trust me." he seems sure that that would be the best course of action
Then facing Gundren, noting the Dwarf had said to ask now, or forever hold your peace, would say, "I do, have two questions. What should we expect to run into on our way to this Phandalen. And why do we seek to go there, if that information is not too private to share with your entourage?"
Occassional Dungeon Master.
"Runmera, my dear furry fur." - Gundren hugged her. "You said earlier you would be busy with some forest affairs, but I'm glad you can help us!" - he smiled.
"You're big and you're talking big, but I'm a man of action, let us see what you will do if something will go wrong, whether you can stay true to your words or run away at the first sigh of danger" - Sildar answered.
Gundren announced that you need to start moving, so you can pick up a wagon on the road and hit Phandalin before midnight. As no one had any more notable questions, the party gathered and started to venture forth. Gundren picked up a wagon tightly obscured by leaves right after the first turn off the road, the wagon was driven by two horses and Gundred took a ruling seat, while Sildar took a seat to the right of him.
"Someone who is good in melee should be before or beside a wagon, while ranged troops just stay behind it." - Sildar announced.
And so is the journey begins..
Sildar again intercepted this question: "That's not of your business, just do your job and you will be rewarded."
She shakes her head "I wouldn't miss the chance to be here, my friend. Not at all."
Runmera will happily take a spot up front if able. "I can help navigate us somewhat more safely, if you'd like"
Kathleen will be behind the wagon with her long bow.
Azrael takes up a position on the left side, walking astride it, with Quarterstaff in hand.
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Thormund grunts and nods his head in acknowledgement. Taking up a position beside the wagon, he will walk along using his spear as a walking stick.
Borak
Borak responds to Azrael. "Oh, religious disagreements. I can only assure you that my belief in Clangeddin is strong enough to overcome such differences of opinion. Feel free to pray to whomever you like. I trust my life in Clangeddin and haven't been disappointed so far."
Borak doesn't seem offended by the different world view expressed by Azrael. Knowing that religion is a delicate matter he tries his best to calm Azraels emotions. "And don't worry I'll judge you by your actions not your beliefs. If your words are true I'm glad to be with you and hope that our faith won't divide similar mind sets. Regarding the laziness of other gods you might wanna ask Gruumsh One-Eye how he lost his eye. Unfortunately no dwarf but another of these shooting elves gets bragging rights for this. And if you ever feel like it, we can decide who's right with some ale."
When the journey starts Borak heads to the front of the wagon and joins Runmera.
Azrael looks to where Borak had gone, speaking even as he went. "I wouldn't allow it to divide us, unless you were using it for evil ends of course! As I said Master Borak, I respect you for simply taking up the fight. My disagreement lies entirely with any being that calls itself a 'god', yet does nothing in the mortal-realm, aside from casting a minor blessing or boon, while expecting their subjects and worshipers to do what they, themselves, will not." Nodding, feeling he expressed his view more tactfully, and accurately this time. "As for the ale? perhaps once we're done with this errand!"
Then settling for scanning his side of the carriages flank, watching for anyone that may be there - Their job, after-all, was to guard it, and he settled into his role now, maintaining his alertness.
Perception Roll (Scanning the area for signs of hostility as we guard the Carriage) - 5
Occassional Dungeon Master.
As the company started to travel, there happened some metamorphoses with a human female who called herself "Runmera".
She definitely got much taller, her ears grew and looked like goblin ones. Adventures might have heard something on this type of Giantkin named Firbolg's or may not.
OOC: party members can make perception check (if they see difference) and history or nature check (if they know what Firbolg is).
Perception check: 5
Thormund's perception 10
Borak
Perception: 9
History: 3
Perception: 16
History: 7
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Thormund sees Runmera metamorphosis up close. Kathleen doesn't have a clue while walking behind a wagon.
Azrael & Borak both seem a bit distracted, but they surely knew who the Firbolg is.
Thormund seems to miss a step, obviously taken aback by the metamorphosis. Catching himself he emits a braying laugh. "There's more to you than meets the eye, lass!" Quickening his step he falls back into a rhythm and tries to remember anything he can about creatures capable of such a change.
History or nature check since the modifiers are the same.9
Thormund definitely knows a lot about Firbolg's.
Runmera gives Thormund a small smile "I am a Firbolg. My kind have a bond with nature and its powers. I've made my living helping people through these woods. The Wode is my home and I try to keep the peace between civilization and the spirits of nature. "
OOC Apparently his uncle is a Firbolg!
Thormund will hurry towards Runners in a squat, awkward gait and drop in beside her. "A worthy task, although not an altogether easy one, I think."
After an awkward silence Thormund will stroke his beard and say, "I take it you get less looks in a place like Neverwinter if you can appear human?"