Angie shakes her head a bit. "I'm just worried about this upcoming battle. Those demons were so strong and this place is not like back home. It would make me feel better if I could be assured that my gods from back home were still watching me." Angie forces a smile. "Then again, I guess they wouldn't call it faith if we had definitive proof."
Three of the trolls go into their cave and return with their wooden staffs and wearing packs woven from lake reeds. “Shall we then?” They nod to you as they set out back towards the lake.
They take you around part of the lake to the skirting it’s western bank, pause to look at their home for a moment, then proceed north towards an opening to a large path — similar to the large path you were on previously.
You travel north for most of the morning and pause only for a few minutes here and there to take small amounts of nourishment. The trolls don’t speak much, but point out trees and other markers as you go. You notice that the further away from the lake you travel the more solemn the trolls seem to become — Until somewhere near dark they look downright sad.
Towards late afternoon the forest begins to change, just as the the sky darkens. It looks like rain, but the clouds do not release any precipitation. The trees begin to look drab and grey and you stop hearing birds and insects once more.
A cold wind sweeps past and makes you want to pull your cloaks closer to your bodies. It is no normal wind. Not a normal cold puff that the shadows of the forest provide. It is a wind carrying ancient secrets and bloody memories.
You look off the path and see skeleton parts sticking out from various openings in the earth. The scene looks as a burial site turned upside-down.
One of the trolls stares off the path, then quietly says, “This is where the demons were made. We are getting close to the heart and the necromancer...”
Angie gasps and says, "This looks like the work of the darkest of dark gods. Only such could malign a dragon in such a way and use its power to curse this place of power." She pulls out her prayer book from behind her shield and recites several prayers asking for protection.
"I think we're ready."
"Me and Hobber are ready to head out. What about you animal boy? Lass?"
Angie resignedly says, "I suppose I'm as ready as I'm going to be."
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"What's the matter lass? Something pulling on yer heart? Best to let it out than keepin' it to yerself."
Angie shakes her head a bit. "I'm just worried about this upcoming battle. Those demons were so strong and this place is not like back home. It would make me feel better if I could be assured that my gods from back home were still watching me." Angie forces a smile. "Then again, I guess they wouldn't call it faith if we had definitive proof."
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Three of the trolls go into their cave and return with their wooden staffs and wearing packs woven from lake reeds. “Shall we then?” They nod to you as they set out back towards the lake.
They take you around part of the lake to the skirting it’s western bank, pause to look at their home for a moment, then proceed north towards an opening to a large path — similar to the large path you were on previously.
You travel north for most of the morning and pause only for a few minutes here and there to take small amounts of nourishment. The trolls don’t speak much, but point out trees and other markers as you go. You notice that the further away from the lake you travel the more solemn the trolls seem to become — Until somewhere near dark they look downright sad.
Towards late afternoon the forest begins to change, just as the the sky darkens. It looks like rain, but the clouds do not release any precipitation. The trees begin to look drab and grey and you stop hearing birds and insects once more.
Make a survival or perception check please.
Survival: 14
Survival: 22
Angie’s Survival = [roll]1d20[\roll] +3
ooc: I am away from my computer and my roll is not processing. Can you roll for me?
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Angie, 17
A cold wind sweeps past and makes you want to pull your cloaks closer to your bodies. It is no normal wind. Not a normal cold puff that the shadows of the forest provide. It is a wind carrying ancient secrets and bloody memories.
You look off the path and see skeleton parts sticking out from various openings in the earth. The scene looks as a burial site turned upside-down.
"What is this place? It looks like one of those death wizards went crazy."
One of the trolls stares off the path, then quietly says, “This is where the demons were made. We are getting close to the heart and the necromancer...”
"Oh." *holds his axe ready*
Gobber takes his bow out. He warns Hobber of danger and tells him to stay close to him.
"Hob, stay close to me."
Gobber and Hobber take the lead and heads onwards. Hobber is on guard and Gobber has his bow drawn.
*follows them closely*
You travel onward until dusk. The landscape continues to degrade slowly, until you reach a point where the forest looks more dead than alive...
Finally, you see an opening ahead through the leafless trees...
The path opens into a circular glade. There are no trees in the glade -- save one that stands at the center...
The trolls stop and gasp at the sight of the lone tree...
One of the trolls whispers, "Oh no... the rumors are true! Our protector... she has been trapped!"
Moving closer to the tree you can see it is bathed in a sickly pulsing green light. The tree appears to be weeping blood colored sap....
A lone figure stands at the base of the tree... unmoving and whispering some dark chant.
The figure is cloaked in dark green robes and a cowl obscuring its face. It holds a book in its bony looking hands from which it reads....
Finally you see towards the far end of the glade partially hidden by the tree....
The body....
of an Emerald Dragon.
(So both the figure and the dragon are there?)
Angie gasps and says, "This looks like the work of the darkest of dark gods. Only such could malign a dragon in such a way and use its power to curse this place of power." She pulls out her prayer book from behind her shield and recites several prayers asking for protection.
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