The group travels through the mist and forests for some time, only each other and their thoughts to keep entertained. Travel will be for a few hours after passing through the gates.
If you'd like, please get to know each other before we carry on with narrative.
Graeme, realizing that the group had gone silent for a moment. Chimes in, “So Allen, how long have ya been able to do magic? Or are ya people sorta born with it?”
Rumble, now satisfied after a bit of a nap stands up out of the luggage and clothes to his full height and stretches with claws extended. Slightly groggy, he looks around and sees Agnes making conversation with Allen. He decides to hop down off the cart and walk along the side, keeping pace with the horse's steady trot. He walks briskly, incorporating ki patterns with his paws, which looks like graceful movements of martial arts strikes and manoeuvres and enjoys the opportunity for some light exercise.
He comes in full view of everyone in the cart, giving a slight nod to Irena and Ismark, aswell as everyone else on the cart before hiding away in his hood and running along side.
The group travels through the mist and forests for some time, only each other and their thoughts to keep entertained. Travel will be for a few hours after passing through the gates.
If you'd like, please get to know each other before we carry on with narrative.
As the ride begins Allen will keep his Tome on him and read as the journey takes place.
Rumble, now satisfied after a bit of a nap stands up out of the luggage and clothes to his full height and stretches with claws extended. Slightly groggy, he looks around and sees Agnes making conversation with Allen. He decides to hop down off the cart and walk along the side, keeping pace with the horse's steady trot. He walks briskly, incorporating ki patterns with his paws, which looks like graceful movements of martial arts strikes and manoeuvres and enjoys the opportunity for some light exercise.
He comes in full view of everyone in the cart, giving a slight nod to Irena and Ismark, aswell as everyone else on the cart before hiding away in his hood and running along side.
"Good you're awake, we should be heading to Vallaki in a few hours. We picked up another lost soul, just like us. " Allen gestures towards Agnes.
Graeme, realizing that the group had gone silent for a moment. Chimes in, “So Allen, how long have ya been able to do magic? Or are ya people sorta born with it?”
"Just recently, my family has been loyal priests and priestesses for years. Just my turn to take the mantle."
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Felix Windfall (Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA,Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA
“Ah a learned user? I admire that. Where I come from... our people... they are innate magic users. Most are born with it. Others it’ll unlock in a moment of duress. They often thought they were better for it. Stronger for it. I thought the opposite. Those who study it... they worked for it. It isn’t easy. It takes determination. A great deal of it. Yes you should be proud.”
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
The group takes time to get to know each other over the day. A few hours into the afternoon, the dreary day evolves into a gloom dim. Mists dancing about, reluctantly parting as the carriage passes through. About twenty feet out in front, a figure stands at the road's edge hunched over something. Due to the mist, it's unclear exactly as to what is transpiring from this distance.
Ismark slows the cart, looking back at the party with concern. What would you like to do?
Rumble slips off the carriage and seamlessly vanishes into the misty obscurity with ease naturally granted to felines. Rumble, silently gliding along the forest's edge, you're able to approach to your liking. The closer you get, the louder the figure gets. Snarling and grunting, he huffs and puffs large clouds of moisture into the fog. Your eyes adjust, and you see a hulking half-orc, violently wielding a large great axe. He's dressed in filthy rags, standing over a smaller man in leather armor who has hands up defensively.
Getting a good look at the scene, it's evident they were fighting until the smaller man had been disarmed and defeated. The man's short sword stands upright defiantly, glinting among the moist gravel just a few feet away. He grovels with the crazed half-orc, begging for his life. "Please, take it! Take the gold! Just spare me!" The pleas evidently fall on deaf ears as the brute just heaves in place.
OOC: At current, they haven't noticed the group nor the tabaxi. Rumble, if you wish to engage, you'd gain benefits of unseen attacker as a surprise round containing just you. Then we'd start initiative.
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Being the chaotic neutral he is...
'Gold, eh?'Rumble thinks to himself. 'Must be a sizable sum for all this effort on the part of the half orc. Hmmmm. He seems a good size. However that man he has in his grasp seems worthless in combat. I know of other monks- assassins who would be able to end this quickly. But not me. If I get the other's help, then the gold is an easy spoil of war. Gotta be smart."
The thief eyes off the situation after taking a brief moment to think about it, then retreats back to the caravan.
He gathers Allen, Agnes and Graeme. "There seems to be a conflict between a very large Half Orc and a male Human. I doubt I could take him alone- but perhaps we could find out what his motives are if we all rush him at once by surprise." Without another word, he holds an index finger to his lips as he darts forward back into the mist, beckoning the others to engage with him stealthily. (Stealth on the chance of another surprise attack opportunity: 13)
Graeme smiles widely as he see the others seem to vanish into thin air. Seeing the Tabaxi put his finger over his mouth, Graeme whispers as Rumble disappears into the mists... “Oh, aye. Like a mouse!”
Taking his great axe in hand, he swaggers down the middle of the road towards the half- orc.
“Oy!” Graeme says loudly. “Ah can see yer arse from as far as this! Wha’ seems to be the kerfuffle?”
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After Rumble and Agnes enter the fog, Ismark takes Allen's words to heart and holds Ireena close. As the group leaves the two, she can be heard mumbling to herself and Ismark with hands clasped before her. Graeme takes to the road's center and calls out, causing the hulking figure to look towards the Highlander. Caught off guard, he looks about before bringing his large great axe down on the figure. With quick reflexes Ages casts a spell. The fog around the figure crystallizes, and much of it falls to the ground around him. Hungrily, the white mists engulf the emptiness.
Con save: 21
The figure stops, mid swing, now covered in a fresh coat of frost. He lets out a terrible battle cry with palpable rage. The figure on the ground cries out in fear. For those readied, take an attack. Rumble, he does not see you with your roll. Please roll initiative.
[Well need all the help we can get to fight Strahd lol]
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAGraeme grimaces as he hears the tiefling reveal that Rumble, who has yet to have been seen by Agnes, is amongst the group.
With a slight giggle, and biting back a bit of aggravation, Graeme mutters aloud, “Well, I guess you could say the cat’s out of tha bag now.”
(Ooc just for fun I want to see if Agnes knew he was there the whole time.)
perception 6
(not bad, your call Rumble)
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
The group travels through the mist and forests for some time, only each other and their thoughts to keep entertained. Travel will be for a few hours after passing through the gates.
If you'd like, please get to know each other before we carry on with narrative.
Graeme, realizing that the group had gone silent for a moment. Chimes in, “So Allen, how long have ya been able to do magic? Or are ya people sorta born with it?”
Rumble, now satisfied after a bit of a nap stands up out of the luggage and clothes to his full height and stretches with claws extended.
Slightly groggy, he looks around and sees Agnes making conversation with Allen. He decides to hop down off the cart and walk along the side, keeping pace with the horse's steady trot.
He walks briskly, incorporating ki patterns with his paws, which looks like graceful movements of martial arts strikes and manoeuvres and enjoys the opportunity for some light exercise.
He comes in full view of everyone in the cart, giving a slight nod to Irena and Ismark, aswell as everyone else on the cart before hiding away in his hood and running along side.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
As the ride begins Allen will keep his Tome on him and read as the journey takes place.
"Good you're awake, we should be heading to Vallaki in a few hours. We picked up another lost soul, just like us. " Allen gestures towards Agnes.
"Just recently, my family has been loyal priests and priestesses for years. Just my turn to take the mantle."
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA“Ah a learned user? I admire that. Where I come from... our people... they are innate magic users. Most are born with it. Others it’ll unlock in a moment of duress. They often thought they were better for it. Stronger for it. I thought the opposite. Those who study it... they worked for it. It isn’t easy. It takes determination. A great deal of it. Yes you should be proud.”
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
The group takes time to get to know each other over the day. A few hours into the afternoon, the dreary day evolves into a gloom dim. Mists dancing about, reluctantly parting as the carriage passes through. About twenty feet out in front, a figure stands at the road's edge hunched over something. Due to the mist, it's unclear exactly as to what is transpiring from this distance.
Ismark slows the cart, looking back at the party with concern. What would you like to do?
Rumble signals to Ismark that he will check it out and attempts to stealth a little closer to get a look.
stealthy sneaks: 19 perception: 19
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Edit: Rumble is planning on just looking then reporting back. If it seems like he's been detected, he will dash back to the caravan.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Rumble slips off the carriage and seamlessly vanishes into the misty obscurity with ease naturally granted to felines. Rumble, silently gliding along the forest's edge, you're able to approach to your liking. The closer you get, the louder the figure gets. Snarling and grunting, he huffs and puffs large clouds of moisture into the fog. Your eyes adjust, and you see a hulking half-orc, violently wielding a large great axe. He's dressed in filthy rags, standing over a smaller man in leather armor who has hands up defensively.
Getting a good look at the scene, it's evident they were fighting until the smaller man had been disarmed and defeated. The man's short sword stands upright defiantly, glinting among the moist gravel just a few feet away. He grovels with the crazed half-orc, begging for his life. "Please, take it! Take the gold! Just spare me!" The pleas evidently fall on deaf ears as the brute just heaves in place.
OOC: At current, they haven't noticed the group nor the tabaxi. Rumble, if you wish to engage, you'd gain benefits of unseen attacker as a surprise round containing just you. Then we'd start initiative.
Being the chaotic neutral he is...
'Gold, eh?' Rumble thinks to himself. 'Must be a sizable sum for all this effort on the part of the half orc. Hmmmm. He seems a good size. However that man he has in his grasp seems worthless in combat. I know of other monks- assassins who would be able to end this quickly. But not me. If I get the other's help, then the gold is an easy spoil of war. Gotta be smart."
The thief eyes off the situation after taking a brief moment to think about it, then retreats back to the caravan.
He gathers Allen, Agnes and Graeme. "There seems to be a conflict between a very large Half Orc and a male Human. I doubt I could take him alone- but perhaps we could find out what his motives are if we all rush him at once by surprise."
Without another word, he holds an index finger to his lips as he darts forward back into the mist, beckoning the others to engage with him stealthily. (Stealth on the chance of another surprise attack opportunity: 13)
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"Oh yes, do count me in."
Agnes as soon as she gets within range will cast Frostbite
DC 14 con save or take 6 cold damage and have disadvantage next weapon attack
Stealth: 23
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Graeme smiles widely as he see the others seem to vanish into thin air. Seeing the Tabaxi put his finger over his mouth, Graeme whispers as Rumble disappears into the mists... “Oh, aye. Like a mouse!”
Taking his great axe in hand, he swaggers down the middle of the road towards the half- orc.
“Oy!” Graeme says loudly. “Ah can see yer arse from as far as this! Wha’ seems to be the kerfuffle?”
OOC: God I love Graeme <3
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"If that's best ill follow behind." Allen follows Rumbles lead.
Turning to Ismark and Ireena "Becareful and be aware we'll be back." Allen follows behind Graeme preparing a Ray of Frost
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAAfter Rumble and Agnes enter the fog, Ismark takes Allen's words to heart and holds Ireena close. As the group leaves the two, she can be heard mumbling to herself and Ismark with hands clasped before her. Graeme takes to the road's center and calls out, causing the hulking figure to look towards the Highlander. Caught off guard, he looks about before bringing his large great axe down on the figure. With quick reflexes Ages casts a spell. The fog around the figure crystallizes, and much of it falls to the ground around him. Hungrily, the white mists engulf the emptiness.
Con save: 21
The figure stops, mid swing, now covered in a fresh coat of frost. He lets out a terrible battle cry with palpable rage. The figure on the ground cries out in fear. For those readied, take an attack. Rumble, he does not see you with your roll. Please roll initiative.
Initiative: 11
Holding his hand to his ear Graeme responds loudly to the orcs roar...
”Eh? Sorry lad, ah couldn’t quite make tha’ out. Wha’ was tha’?”
Initiative: 8
[Does Allen get his Ray of frost?]
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA