Hank chuckles at the flash of the blade. “Well then, and here I thought you were the cook’s apprentice.” Hank says sarcastically. “Whenever you want to do a bit of sparring, let me know. I have some knots from the road that need working out.”
Hank will get up, stretch his shoulders out and walk to an open area. He pulls his long sword out with his right hand, the war hammer with his left. “Just sparring, nothing lethal. We’ve got a job to do, and money to make.”
((I was thinking attacks as normal, but non lethal damage. If someone gets to zero hp they go unconscious. Good to go after a long rest))
"Do yoga if you need to stretch," quips Perrin as he walks by. "We're supposed to be protecting this caravan while we're here. What happens if you two knock yourselves unconscious and trouble arrives?"
Perrin keeps walking, checking their surroundings now and again.
(Arldane sounds like an educated person, so I don't think a check is needed. It's a story of ancient tales of adventure; but through the eyes of the groups educated orator. It's actually quite a gripping read.)
Since Hank didn’t find a willing sparring partner, he works out for about 15 minutes. Swinging his weapons towards an imaginary target, he moves quite well for a man of his build. After building up a bit of a sweat he seeks out the guide to get some more information.
After finding the guide, he poses his question, “Sikhil, what exactly can we expect when we get near the temple and when we actually get inside? It’s always good to not just be prepared physically, but be prepared for what we see so we aren’t surprised or get the others <nods towards a group of people> frightened from what they don’t expect.”
The barbarian Geth Stormwind clomps over, his heavy leather boots thudding loudly upon the dirt road. He pulls a worn and damaged book, the faded pages are torn at the edges. His red bearded, wolfpelt covered, face smiles widely. "You can read this one too." He seems generally pleased and eager for Arldane to read it.
Bareis giggles to himself; "It's been so long since I've done nonlethal, not sure if I remember how to." He laughs, an almost sinister laugh; while blades flash out randomly from his robes. You are certain you even saw three flash out at once.
Thank you Geth, what have we here then?" Arldane again flicks through the pages of the worn time, skimming the contents to see if it is of any interest. "I will peruse them when make camp."
To your surprise the book is very similar to Aoth's; another tale of legendary heroes. It may even be from the same author; though the entire final chapter is missing. "My pappy read that book to us kids, and his pappy to him; all the way back to me gant'gampy. He was a city folk you know." Geth proudly says. "Sadly those are the only words we know to read." He adds.
Bareis notices that Hank had lost interest in sparing.
Sikhil's young, but hardened, face turns to you. His mostly white and gold multicolored outfit, soiled by travel. "It lays deep in that swamp ahead. Expect waves of lizardfolk, strange monsters, dangerous terrain. More of the same inside; plus traps." His eyes harden a little. "The treasure is in the sacrificial chamber. Where they strip them from their victims."
(Hank may make an Insight Check to gather additional information.)
Arldane realises that he will likely not have time to read both volumes, and carrying them will just be an encumbrance, "Perhaps, Aoth, Geth, an exchange would be fair. I have research volumes a plenty to keep me occupied, but mayhap each of you could garner something from a charming folk tale virgin to your eyes."
“Hmmm, is there anything else you want to tell me?” says Hank with a steely glare. “I would hate to find out we weren’t told everything about what we are walking into. That could get someone..” he puts his hand on Sikhil’s shoulder and gives it a friendly squeeze, “killed” He removes his hand and waits to see if there is anything else Sikhil wants to share.
"You know everything I can remember." Sikhil says before stepping away from your grasp. He keeps going, not turning back to you. You still feel that not everything is being told to you and you swear he smirked slightly at the word remember; for some reason.
It isn't long before the road turns away from the swamp before you; with the trail becoming much rougher, the ground starts to sink about an inch deeper under the group's weight, than another; until it starts to become difficult terrain, each step beginning to fill some from the ground water.
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Hank chuckles at the flash of the blade. “Well then, and here I thought you were the cook’s apprentice.” Hank says sarcastically. “Whenever you want to do a bit of sparring, let me know. I have some knots from the road that need working out.”
He nods his hooded head.
<<Arldane will see if he can understand the contents of the book. What check would you like?>>
"Well, I do hear that it's what you can do with it rather than how big it is..." Arldane directs his comment to the two men comparing their weapons.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Hank will get up, stretch his shoulders out and walk to an open area. He pulls his long sword out with his right hand, the war hammer with his left. “Just sparring, nothing lethal. We’ve got a job to do, and money to make.”
((I was thinking attacks as normal, but non lethal damage. If someone gets to zero hp they go unconscious. Good to go after a long rest))
"Do yoga if you need to stretch," quips Perrin as he walks by. "We're supposed to be protecting this caravan while we're here. What happens if you two knock yourselves unconscious and trouble arrives?"
Perrin keeps walking, checking their surroundings now and again.
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(Arldane sounds like an educated person, so I don't think a check is needed. It's a story of ancient tales of adventure; but through the eyes of the groups educated orator. It's actually quite a gripping read.)
Arldane wanders over to Aoth to discuss where about he came across the book, which library, and what appealed to him about it etc.
<<@ all OOC - Is there anyone else in this band that we should be speaking to for information at this point?>>
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Since Hank didn’t find a willing sparring partner, he works out for about 15 minutes. Swinging his weapons towards an imaginary target, he moves quite well for a man of his build. After building up a bit of a sweat he seeks out the guide to get some more information.
After finding the guide, he poses his question, “Sikhil, what exactly can we expect when we get near the temple and when we actually get inside? It’s always good to not just be prepared physically, but be prepared for what we see so we aren’t surprised or get the others <nods towards a group of people> frightened from what they don’t expect.”
The barbarian Geth Stormwind clomps over, his heavy leather boots thudding loudly upon the dirt road. He pulls a worn and damaged book, the faded pages are torn at the edges. His red bearded, wolfpelt covered, face smiles widely. "You can read this one too." He seems generally pleased and eager for Arldane to read it.
Bareis giggles to himself; "It's been so long since I've done nonlethal, not sure if I remember how to." He laughs, an almost sinister laugh; while blades flash out randomly from his robes. You are certain you even saw three flash out at once.
Perrin sees the looming swamp up ahead, not far now.
Thank you Geth, what have we here then?" Arldane again flicks through the pages of the worn time, skimming the contents to see if it is of any interest. "I will peruse them when make camp."
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
To your surprise the book is very similar to Aoth's; another tale of legendary heroes. It may even be from the same author; though the entire final chapter is missing. "My pappy read that book to us kids, and his pappy to him; all the way back to me gant'gampy. He was a city folk you know." Geth proudly says. "Sadly those are the only words we know to read." He adds.
Bareis notices that Hank had lost interest in sparing.
Sikhil's young, but hardened, face turns to you. His mostly white and gold multicolored outfit, soiled by travel. "It lays deep in that swamp ahead. Expect waves of lizardfolk, strange monsters, dangerous terrain. More of the same inside; plus traps." His eyes harden a little. "The treasure is in the sacrificial chamber. Where they strip them from their victims."
(Hank may make an Insight Check to gather additional information.)
Arldane realises that he will likely not have time to read both volumes, and carrying them will just be an encumbrance, "Perhaps, Aoth, Geth, an exchange would be fair. I have research volumes a plenty to keep me occupied, but mayhap each of you could garner something from a charming folk tale virgin to your eyes."
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Insight check to hopefully gain any more info from Sikhil: 16
Aoth looks at the condition of Geth's book and is aghast. He speaks up; "Is there a mage nearby? This book is in dire need of mending!"
Hank, you feel that Sikhil is not telling you everything about the sacrificial chamber, like something was changed or left out of the story.
“Hmmm, is there anything else you want to tell me?” says Hank with a steely glare. “I would hate to find out we weren’t told everything about what we are walking into. That could get someone..” he puts his hand on Sikhil’s shoulder and gives it a friendly squeeze, “killed” He removes his hand and waits to see if there is anything else Sikhil wants to share.
"You know everything I can remember." Sikhil says before stepping away from your grasp. He keeps going, not turning back to you. You still feel that not everything is being told to you and you swear he smirked slightly at the word remember; for some reason.
It isn't long before the road turns away from the swamp before you; with the trail becoming much rougher, the ground starts to sink about an inch deeper under the group's weight, than another; until it starts to become difficult terrain, each step beginning to fill some from the ground water.