It isn't long before Haven enters into Mercury's view. The city he has seen time and again; searching for the others. Soon the sound of Kender fleeing and the smell of Bugbears in the morning reaches you.
Vanyel stalks once more into the hostile Tytan Forest. He finds plenty of animal tracks to follow; and a few unwanted company. Two small and fast models of the Wyrwood constructs are watching you. One turns and flees when you see them; the other keeps their sole eye on you. Their small wooden frame was built mostly for observation and speed. You know that they will likely bring some of the more dangerous ones of their kind soon. You will have to hunt fast; as usual.
Kip walks out into the Tytan Forest, filled with Squirrelings and Wyrwood creatures. A long and balance ecosystem has been formed between the two races; as one protects the flesh of the other, while the other protects the forest. Rumor has it that the forest has slowly been dying and becoming a swamp to the north and that the leaders of the village are speaking to them about how the Squirrelings can help.
As Penris steps outside she, by habit, places her coins and other valuables into more hidden and secure locations. She steps out into a flood of Kender, Bugbears, and Halflings; with the occasional Squirreling wandering about. The Kender have both handed you and taken away several objects before you are able to leave town proper. You hope everything you brought with you is still there.
As she walks, Penris pats her clothing, checking to make sure that all her belongings are still safely tucked where she placed them. Sticky-fingered halflings were bad enough, but add in Kender and you could be missing all your things in the blink of an eye. They were always apologetic when found out, of course, but it was much quicker to make sure things were secure, just in case. Assured that her things are in place, she turns over the stone the Kender had handed her. Smooth and round, it has a small vein of something sparkly running through it - not gold, but shiny enough that a Kender would have found it irresistible. She turns it over in her hand as she walks, thinking.
Following the trail of a deer Vanyel begins to stalk it. He places his axe in its holder on his back, taking a javelin in hand to be ready for when one comes into sight. His eyes and ears on constant alert for prey and danger while testing the air with his predators sensitive nose. This was his natural habitat. He was king of the beasts in this forest.
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Mercury lets out a deep sigh, knowing that he will have to deal with the City-Folk again as he rides toward to it. He leans back into his chair and covers his weapon with his cloak, ensuring his coin purse is tied nicely to his belt. He grabs his pipe from his pocket, lights it, and lets out a large puff of smoke, travelling into the City.
Ash arrives at his father's smithy, he sees him already at work; pumping the bellows to intensify the flame. He doesn't see you enter.
Ash calls out loudly, because his father's hearing isn't what it used to be , "Morning father!" he holds out his palm, the standard greeting for followers of Torm, "Sorry I'm late, I had a troubled sleep. But I'll get started right away."
His father returns his greeting, "I was about to send someone to retrieve you, thought perhaps you'd forgot you were in today."
Kip would begin walking. Not really sure where he was heading and with no real plan. This was just one of many expeditions he has launched to try to find the figures in his dreams. Most of the time he would pick a direction and walk, looking for anyone that might have heard of anyone meeting their descriptions or having heard of someone that shares the same name. As the squirreling began to walk he would pause a moment and think... think to his purpose.... He was supposed to be a champion of a god... Hope's champion... With that, he would turn and head north. "something is causing problems to the north. Without help more of our home will be overtaken by swamp. Perhaps if I travel to where there is need, he other champions will head there as well... and we can finally come together" Kip would say to himself. Heading north looking for a way to help his community while also hoping that perhaps one of his companions may also be heading to the same place.
Penris, as you wander down the street, you feel something run over your foot. You look down to see a rat running away towards another that hides between some nearby boxes.
Mercury, it isn't long before the clutter of people in the streets make travel slow to a crawl. You are in what was meant to be the Kender district; but they wouldn't stay in one area so it has become a makeshift market district. Haven is the only city that resides within Tytan Forest and so all major trade comes through here.
Ash, a pony rides up with a young female halfling rider. She drops down, dressed a in light leather riding jacket over an easy to travel outfit; a satchel at her side. She walks over to your father, hands him a scroll, nods slightly, and then rides off.
As Kip travels deeper into Tytan Forest, the buildings fall away in the distance; even those of the Squirrelings. Soon it is just you, nature, and the Wyrwood creatures.
Mercury hitches up his horse and cart and starts to wonder the markets, looking for something to eat. He keeps his hood down and tries to look obvious, to ensure the guards don't think he's stealing. Every stall he visits, he asks if they've seen the Champions, giving descriptions as he moves between them.
It isn't long before Haven enters into Mercury's view. The city he has seen time and again; searching for the others. Soon the sound of Kender fleeing and the smell of Bugbears in the morning reaches you.
Vanyel stalks once more into the hostile Tytan Forest. He finds plenty of animal tracks to follow; and a few unwanted company. Two small and fast models of the Wyrwood constructs are watching you. One turns and flees when you see them; the other keeps their sole eye on you. Their small wooden frame was built mostly for observation and speed. You know that they will likely bring some of the more dangerous ones of their kind soon. You will have to hunt fast; as usual.
Kip walks out into the Tytan Forest, filled with Squirrelings and Wyrwood creatures. A long and balance ecosystem has been formed between the two races; as one protects the flesh of the other, while the other protects the forest. Rumor has it that the forest has slowly been dying and becoming a swamp to the north and that the leaders of the village are speaking to them about how the Squirrelings can help.
As Penris steps outside she, by habit, places her coins and other valuables into more hidden and secure locations. She steps out into a flood of Kender, Bugbears, and Halflings; with the occasional Squirreling wandering about. The Kender have both handed you and taken away several objects before you are able to leave town proper. You hope everything you brought with you is still there.
As she walks, Penris pats her clothing, checking to make sure that all her belongings are still safely tucked where she placed them. Sticky-fingered halflings were bad enough, but add in Kender and you could be missing all your things in the blink of an eye. They were always apologetic when found out, of course, but it was much quicker to make sure things were secure, just in case. Assured that her things are in place, she turns over the stone the Kender had handed her. Smooth and round, it has a small vein of something sparkly running through it - not gold, but shiny enough that a Kender would have found it irresistible. She turns it over in her hand as she walks, thinking.
Following the trail of a deer Vanyel begins to stalk it. He places his axe in its holder on his back, taking a javelin in hand to be ready for when one comes into sight. His eyes and ears on constant alert for prey and danger while testing the air with his predators sensitive nose. This was his natural habitat. He was king of the beasts in this forest.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Mercury lets out a deep sigh, knowing that he will have to deal with the City-Folk again as he rides toward to it. He leans back into his chair and covers his weapon with his cloak, ensuring his coin purse is tied nicely to his belt. He grabs his pipe from his pocket, lights it, and lets out a large puff of smoke, travelling into the City.
Ash calls out loudly, because his father's hearing isn't what it used to be , "Morning father!" he holds out his palm, the standard greeting for followers of Torm, "Sorry I'm late, I had a troubled sleep. But I'll get started right away."
His father returns his greeting, "I was about to send someone to retrieve you, thought perhaps you'd forgot you were in today."
Kip would begin walking. Not really sure where he was heading and with no real plan. This was just one of many expeditions he has launched to try to find the figures in his dreams. Most of the time he would pick a direction and walk, looking for anyone that might have heard of anyone meeting their descriptions or having heard of someone that shares the same name. As the squirreling began to walk he would pause a moment and think... think to his purpose.... He was supposed to be a champion of a god... Hope's champion... With that, he would turn and head north. "something is causing problems to the north. Without help more of our home will be overtaken by swamp. Perhaps if I travel to where there is need, he other champions will head there as well... and we can finally come together" Kip would say to himself. Heading north looking for a way to help his community while also hoping that perhaps one of his companions may also be heading to the same place.
Penris, as you wander down the street, you feel something run over your foot. You look down to see a rat running away towards another that hides between some nearby boxes.
(Vanyel make a Perception Check)
Mercury, it isn't long before the clutter of people in the streets make travel slow to a crawl. You are in what was meant to be the Kender district; but they wouldn't stay in one area so it has become a makeshift market district. Haven is the only city that resides within Tytan Forest and so all major trade comes through here.
Ash, a pony rides up with a young female halfling rider. She drops down, dressed a in light leather riding jacket over an easy to travel outfit; a satchel at her side. She walks over to your father, hands him a scroll, nods slightly, and then rides off.
Penris stops with a sudden jerk as the rat runs across her foot. She lets out a surprised squeak, watching curiously as it runs.
As Kip travels deeper into Tytan Forest, the buildings fall away in the distance; even those of the Squirrelings. Soon it is just you, nature, and the Wyrwood creatures.
(I'm going to assume a bare d20.... 5 )
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
You see a deer at the other end of a clearing.
Mercury hitches up his horse and cart and starts to wonder the markets, looking for something to eat. He keeps his hood down and tries to look obvious, to ensure the guards don't think he's stealing. Every stall he visits, he asks if they've seen the Champions, giving descriptions as he moves between them.
Crouching low Vanyel moves as quietly towards the deer as possible. Ready to throw his javelin when her draws into range of it. (Stealth. 4 )
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Ash waits til after the woman leaves to ask,"Whats that all about? A special order?"