Alexia keeps her head down and pulls her hand hurriedly back from Galius's grip as he comes around and shakes people's hands. Her hand goes to her hood, making sure it isn't at risk of slipping down as she endeavors to participate in the conversation, social interaction still something she is unused to.
To Galius, still keeping her head down, she murmurs "Pleasure to properly meet you. I...don't know why they are acting as they are...I'm not very good with people." She flushes slightly before turning back towards Lucina.
"There is just...other music I haven't heard in a long time. Music closer to my heart than this, although this was lovely." She bobs her head briefly at Galius, still not meeting his eyes.
To Azrael, she merely says, "I travel. It depends on where my path leads and where I am fated to be."
Lucina lightly bites her lip, looking over at Azrael. "I work in a tavern... at least, I hope I still do." She shrugs a bit before turning her head away to look around elsewhere. She then nods to Alexia's words and smiles politely at her, of course she notes how Alexia keeps worrying about her hood. Not sure why, her hand instinctively moves to check if her hair still covers her ears, feeling anxious all of a sudden.
"We're...all hired just like them, right," Az asks confused. "This...well really isn't my usual work if I'm honest," she adds next with a shrug of her narrow shoulders. "What do you do to make your way in the world," she adds next looking curiously around the camp fire at her lingering companions.
“I just meant that they seem a bit... um... perhaps callous is the word. A little standoffish, even by the standards of hardened guards. The folk around the fire are definitely different from them.”
Galius fidgets as he stands next to Az for a moment.
”But nevermind that for a moment. I’ve been a student most of my life. Studying to be a priest of the Warmfather. Maybe even a Sunbishop one day. Although the Lucidiar Knights have expressed interest in having me join their ranks as well. I’m just looking to see the world for a bit before I make up my mind. Taking a walk to clear my head, so to speak.”
Alexia falls completely silent and manages to somehow shrink further back into the shadows below the tree as talk turns to the religion of the Warmfather.
Galius gives Alexia and Lucina a broad smile in an attempt to ease discomfort.
“Thank you for your compliments. I’ll do my best each night to soothe ears, minds and bodies with a bit of music if I can. And I’m happy to learn new music if you feel up to walking me through this ‘other’ music you know.”
Galius waves at the mercs again to see if they’ll come join the rest of them.
”Surely, you have experience in these parts to share with fellow travelers?”
Valen muses a bit as he hacks a few overly cumbersome bits of brush, "To your first point, you're right. It's not so much being in the dark, as serving it. Darkness is for dark deeds, that is, those that good people would be ashamed to commit openly."
"Now regarding the soul," Valen's tone seems to brighten at the mention, "I've heard it said that a soul is what you make of it. Sages say that a soul is what carries on after we die; that all living things have it. I'll only say this - and remember that I am only one man given a purpose and simple direction by those over me - if you feel any connection to something higher, then good or evil, that's a soul."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As the priest talks about souls and good and evil Conor stays in his spot on the edge of the camp with a neutral expression as he listens but he stops carrying out the checks to his weapons. Looking around a bit more he sees the small groups and the pairs forming below his vantage point but he makes no move to join them. Instead he sits staring into the boughs of the tree lost in thought.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
As Valen chops his way through the underbrush, talking fondly of the philosophy of the soul, Arc listens intently and offers his own opinions. The two travel in a perimeter around the outskirts of the camp, not straying too far from the others. After a quarter of an hour, towards the south-east of the camp, Valen hears the sounds of a small stream trickling beyond the shrubbery ahead.
Looking around, Arc notices that his conversation distracted him from his surroundings. Things have slightly changed and the ever-present ambience of the wildlife seems to have come almost to a complete silence around this area near the stream, allowing for the sound of running water to carry across to them. Looking up, they both see that most of the mammalian creatures which were dancing around the trees back near camp are no longer nearby, and only the occasional chirp of a bird or particularly high note of a trumpet can be heard.
Peeking between the leaves, the pair can see a pair of hulking 8 foot tall, four-armed apes with crimson fur sat drinking from a babbling stream. The creatures are roughly 150 feet away and appear to be content. A juvenile, its fur more pink than crimson, plays in the water near its parents. What appears to be the patriarch of the trio has a patch of silvery-white fur running along the length of its back and between its shoulder blades.
The 10 foot wide stream itself appears pristine and clear, with the odd fish and river crab noticeable on the shallow bed of pebbles. Most other small animals seem to be avoiding the area near to the apes, and with good reason - these beasts look as though they could rip the arms from a man with barely a thought. Both upstream and downstream, the direction of the water appears to disappear out of sight into the dense jungle. The line carved out by the stream is free of trees, but still has thick branches and vines giving shade overhead.
Conor lounges on the edge of the camp staring idly up into the canopies. The way that the vines wrap around the thick trunks and hang between large branches almost seem to be offering a challenge to be climbed and taken advantage of. As he ponders this thought, he sees a small lemur-like creature crawling along a branch towards a tantalising red fruit hanging high in the leaves. The lemur stretches its paws as far as it can but doesn't seem to be able to reach its meal. Then just as it looks like it is about to give up, the lemur tenses and blinks out of existence in a hardly noticeable flash of green. Conor straightens up slightly, taken aback by what he has seen, when he suddenly notices the lemur reappear in a similar manner a split-second later on the branch bearing the fruit. The creature picks at the fruit, freeing a piece bigger than its head, then scurries further along the tree before blinking out of sight.
Alexia and Lucina sit near the fire, resting cosily with their backs against the monstrous roots that give shelter to the camp. They listen to Azrael and Galius as they chat and attempt to tease conversation gently out of the half-elfs. Ishaz reclines nearby, wiping his hand on his coral-patterned jacket as he reads his book, oblivious to his surroundings. Now that Ladle has finished his task of feeding the camp, he lays against a small fallen log with a rough pillow under his head, gently snoring with his flat cap shading his face. Corrigan expresses surprise with a sharp exhale of breath and a raise of his eyebrows as the three young mercenaries saunter over to the fire and take seats on the log Ladle is using as a bed.
It is only as the men remove their leather waistcoats and attempt to get comfortable that you see the tattoos scarred under the left collarbone on each of them. A roaring lion with a mane of fire, the symbol of the 'Lions of Lesham', a renowned mercenary group from a riverside town north of the Foarish capital of Stolmoor. Since when did mercenary groups recruit so young?
The tall lad and one of the brothers are talking and slightly slurring between themselves, quite loudly, on the subject of what constitutes a "good wine", eagerly passing a skin back and forth between them. The other mercenary, who looks slightly older, refuses the skin and turns to Galius and the others. You see a pale crescent-shaped birthmark a couple of inches long on his right cheek, a blemish on his dark skin. The man, also slightly drunk speaks in a gravelly voice that hides his age well.
"Not personally, no. We tend to stay in Foarland for our work. I've heard plenty of stories though." His eyes quickly flick to Alexia and Lucina as he says this. "The kind Meister caught us in a good mood when he offered this job, and Lenk here has always wanted to visited Barmouth." He gestures to his brother.
Ishaz peers over the top of his book at his mention, before extending an unusually shaped tongue to lick his finger and turn a page.
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Smiling at the creature's resourcefulness Conor returns his focus to the mercenaries. They all appear to be the worse for wear and too relaxed for the environment and it's inherent dangers. Scowling the rogue returns to his weapon check, examining both daggers next but the creature keeps returning to his mind. As he looks for where it went he decides to explore a little. Quickly fitting his swordbelt he moves up and along the tree getting a feel for it's texture and shapes. After a few exploratory passes he begins to climb, shortbow across his back to free up both hands, his agility and years of practice competing with the natural world and new challenges bringing a smile to his face as he does so.
Alexia sighs, getting rather tired of the looks, and stands. "Excuse me for a bit. I'm going to see what's above us," she says softly, before moving to a spot where vines hang more heavily. She begins to climb the vines, ignoring Conor and heading for a high, relatively isolated spot in the tree.
As Valen chops his way through the underbrush, talking fondly of the philosophy of the soul, Arc listens intently and offers his own opinions. The two travel in a perimeter around the outskirts of the camp, not straying too far from the others. After a quarter of an hour, towards the south-east of the camp, Valen hears the sounds of a small stream trickling beyond the shrubbery ahead.
Looking around, Arc notices that his conversation distracted him from his surroundings. Things have slightly changed and the ever-present ambience of the wildlife seems to have come almost to a complete silence around this area near the stream, allowing for the sound of running water to carry across to them. Looking up, they both see that most of the mammalian creatures which were dancing around the trees back near camp are no longer nearby, and only the occasional chirp of a bird or particularly high note of a trumpet can be heard.
Peeking between the leaves, the pair can see a pair of hulking 8 foot tall, four-armed apes with crimson fur sat drinking from a babbling stream. The creatures are roughly 150 feet away and appear to be content. A juvenile, its fur more pink than crimson, plays in the water near its parents. What appears to be the patriarch of the trio has a patch of silvery-white fur running along the length of its back and between its shoulder blades.
The 10 foot wide stream itself appears pristine and clear, with the odd fish and river crab noticeable on the shallow bed of pebbles. Most other small animals seem to be avoiding the area near to the apes, and with good reason - these beasts look as though they could rip the arms from a man with barely a thought. Both upstream and downstream, the direction of the water appears to disappear out of sight into the dense jungle. The line carved out by the stream is free of trees, but still has thick branches and vines giving shade overhead.
It is only as the men remove their leather waistcoats and attempt to get comfortable that you see the tattoos scarred under the left collarbone on each of them. A roaring lion with a mane of fire, the symbol of the 'Lions of Lesham', a renowned mercenary group from a riverside town north of the Foarish capital of Stolmoor. Since when did mercenary groups recruit so young?
The tall lad and one of the brothers are talking and slightly slurring between themselves, quite loudly, on the subject of what constitutes a "good wine", eagerly passing a skin back and forth between them. The other mercenary, who looks slightly older, refuses the skin and turns to Galius and the others. You see a pale crescent-shaped birthmark a couple of inches long on his right cheek, a blemish on his dark skin. The man, also slightly drunk speaks in a gravelly voice that hides his age well.
"Not personally, no. We tend to stay in Foarland for our work. I've heard plenty of stories though." His eyes quickly flick to Alexia and Lucina as he says this. "The kind Meister caught us in a good mood when he offered this job, and Lenk here has always wanted to visited Barmouth." He gestures to his brother.
Ishaz peers over the top of his book at his mention, before extending an unusually shaped tongue to lick his finger and turn a page.
”Seems he’ll get his wish in the next couple days, assuming nothing terrible happens. It’s my understanding we’re on a shortcut?”
Corrigan, who is stood a short distance away brushing down one of the mules, grunts, "Huh, you could say that."
Sighing, Ishaz snaps his book shut. He stands, yawns and stretches his arms out wide, the webbing connecting his upper arms to to his middle back pushes against his tunic, making him appear even wider than he is. "Well, it seems about time for me to rest." He looks towards the canopies. "Since you're up there, you two can take first watch!" He calls from below. "You and you can take the second watch." He says pointing to Galius and Azrael. "And where in the three seas is that Kriegzeug? Oh nevermind! You three! Make sure you sober up, the third watch is yours!" He snaps at the mercenaries. "We resume at dawn." The seafolker says as he ducks into his large tent sheltered beneath a gigantic leaf, quickly buttoning up the flap.
From his vantage point higher up Conor nods understanding to the seafolker before readjusting his kit into more comfortable positions as he shifts about finding positions he can easily gain good views of the surround from. Looking for Alexia he calls out;
"Are you ok up here, can you see anything from your position? No point being up high if all you can see are leaves..."
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Alexia sighs at Ishaz's words, but wordlessly moves to a position she can see from, nodding at Conor. "I'm perfectly fine, thank you." A small sprite comes flitting out of the treetops and zooms in a tight circle around the tree before moving at a slightly more sedate pace to a spot halfway between Alexia and Conor. Alexia touches the tree trunk beside her and begins scanning the forest silently.
“It seems no one cares to elaborate on the nature of this shortcut. Guess Ishaz doesn’t want any last minute negotiations for better pay. Let’s just keep our eyes out. Get some sleep for now. Goodnight Az, I’ll see you in a couple hours for watch.”
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Arc has been conversing with Valen with great interest about the concepts of the soul and good vs evil. They have just come around a corner when they see the ape family.
Arc almost lets out a loud squeal (or what would pass for a squeal from a forged) but is able to stop himself just in time realizing that there is potential danger here. His excitement on seeing the huge apes is almost overpowering but instead he quickly and quietly moves back to the nearest tree and steps behind it watching the ape family as they play near the stream. He looks around for Valen to make sure he is not in danger and sees that Valen has done the same thing. He watches for a long long time until Valen finally signals to him that they should probably head back to camp. At which point they move back in the other direction.
(OOC: @Mojake: If my assumptions of what happens is incorrect and they are not able to move away without detection, I will line out those last few sentences and we can take the action up from that point.)
"Nice to meet everyone," Az calls out to those who replied. "This well...well...this is my first job if I'm honest," she adds before the conversation spirals out of her control.
After the watch assignments Az does not protest. She settles into a comfortable position to rest. She's naturally wary of strangers so sleeping on gear to prevent it from being stolen, she rests.
Valen holds an arm out to hold back Arc's advance. While it was comforting to see this little family unit, wildlife such as this were best left alone or handled in greater numbers. "Better get back, I suppose. They may be friendly or curious by themselves, but there's no telling with their babies around."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Upon hearing the watch assignments, Lucina decides to stay up a bit longer sitting comfortably against the roots a bit away from the others. Her mind wanders a bit as she somewhat observes the area, she decides that if she fell asleep here she wouldn't mind that at all.
After you have all reunited at the camp, you perform your evening rituals and head into your tents and hammocks for well-earned rest. Conor and Alexia watch from above as the last tendrils of sunlight fade from the sky. The cacophony of the nocturnal denizens of the jungle begins to sound - drowning out the snores of the sleeping camp, and the sight of the waning crescent moon provides little in the way of light. The only illuminations to be seen are the few remaining embers gently glowing in the fire, only lighting the area immediate to the pit.
Conor's eyes struggle to adjust to such low levels of ambient light, but Alexia's elf-like vision allows her an undisturbed view of the floor and the nearby area.
[OoC]: booksbooks and Phadeout, please can you both make Wisdom (Perception) checks. Phadeout, unless you are doing something to offset your lack of vision (feel free to describe a course of action if so), roll with disadvantage.
Alexia keeps her head down and pulls her hand hurriedly back from Galius's grip as he comes around and shakes people's hands. Her hand goes to her hood, making sure it isn't at risk of slipping down as she endeavors to participate in the conversation, social interaction still something she is unused to.
To Galius, still keeping her head down, she murmurs "Pleasure to properly meet you. I...don't know why they are acting as they are...I'm not very good with people." She flushes slightly before turning back towards Lucina.
"There is just...other music I haven't heard in a long time. Music closer to my heart than this, although this was lovely." She bobs her head briefly at Galius, still not meeting his eyes.
To Azrael, she merely says, "I travel. It depends on where my path leads and where I am fated to be."
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Lucina lightly bites her lip, looking over at Azrael. "I work in a tavern... at least, I hope I still do." She shrugs a bit before turning her head away to look around elsewhere. She then nods to Alexia's words and smiles politely at her, of course she notes how Alexia keeps worrying about her hood. Not sure why, her hand instinctively moves to check if her hair still covers her ears, feeling anxious all of a sudden.
“I just meant that they seem a bit... um... perhaps callous is the word. A little standoffish, even by the standards of hardened guards. The folk around the fire are definitely different from them.”
Galius fidgets as he stands next to Az for a moment.
”But nevermind that for a moment. I’ve been a student most of my life. Studying to be a priest of the Warmfather. Maybe even a Sunbishop one day. Although the Lucidiar Knights have expressed interest in having me join their ranks as well. I’m just looking to see the world for a bit before I make up my mind. Taking a walk to clear my head, so to speak.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Alexia falls completely silent and manages to somehow shrink further back into the shadows below the tree as talk turns to the religion of the Warmfather.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Galius gives Alexia and Lucina a broad smile in an attempt to ease discomfort.
“Thank you for your compliments. I’ll do my best each night to soothe ears, minds and bodies with a bit of music if I can. And I’m happy to learn new music if you feel up to walking me through this ‘other’ music you know.”
Galius waves at the mercs again to see if they’ll come join the rest of them.
”Surely, you have experience in these parts to share with fellow travelers?”
Persuasion? 18
Paladin - warforged - orange
Valen muses a bit as he hacks a few overly cumbersome bits of brush, "To your first point, you're right. It's not so much being in the dark, as serving it. Darkness is for dark deeds, that is, those that good people would be ashamed to commit openly."
"Now regarding the soul," Valen's tone seems to brighten at the mention, "I've heard it said that a soul is what you make of it. Sages say that a soul is what carries on after we die; that all living things have it. I'll only say this - and remember that I am only one man given a purpose and simple direction by those over me - if you feel any connection to something higher, then good or evil, that's a soul."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As the priest talks about souls and good and evil Conor stays in his spot on the edge of the camp with a neutral expression as he listens but he stops carrying out the checks to his weapons. Looking around a bit more he sees the small groups and the pairs forming below his vantage point but he makes no move to join them. Instead he sits staring into the boughs of the tree lost in thought.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Valen and Arc:
As Valen chops his way through the underbrush, talking fondly of the philosophy of the soul, Arc listens intently and offers his own opinions. The two travel in a perimeter around the outskirts of the camp, not straying too far from the others. After a quarter of an hour, towards the south-east of the camp, Valen hears the sounds of a small stream trickling beyond the shrubbery ahead.
Looking around, Arc notices that his conversation distracted him from his surroundings. Things have slightly changed and the ever-present ambience of the wildlife seems to have come almost to a complete silence around this area near the stream, allowing for the sound of running water to carry across to them. Looking up, they both see that most of the mammalian creatures which were dancing around the trees back near camp are no longer nearby, and only the occasional chirp of a bird or particularly high note of a trumpet can be heard.
Peeking between the leaves, the pair can see a pair of hulking 8 foot tall, four-armed apes with crimson fur sat drinking from a babbling stream. The creatures are roughly 150 feet away and appear to be content. A juvenile, its fur more pink than crimson, plays in the water near its parents. What appears to be the patriarch of the trio has a patch of silvery-white fur running along the length of its back and between its shoulder blades.
The 10 foot wide stream itself appears pristine and clear, with the odd fish and river crab noticeable on the shallow bed of pebbles. Most other small animals seem to be avoiding the area near to the apes, and with good reason - these beasts look as though they could rip the arms from a man with barely a thought. Both upstream and downstream, the direction of the water appears to disappear out of sight into the dense jungle. The line carved out by the stream is free of trees, but still has thick branches and vines giving shade overhead.
Conor lounges on the edge of the camp staring idly up into the canopies. The way that the vines wrap around the thick trunks and hang between large branches almost seem to be offering a challenge to be climbed and taken advantage of. As he ponders this thought, he sees a small lemur-like creature crawling along a branch towards a tantalising red fruit hanging high in the leaves. The lemur stretches its paws as far as it can but doesn't seem to be able to reach its meal. Then just as it looks like it is about to give up, the lemur tenses and blinks out of existence in a hardly noticeable flash of green. Conor straightens up slightly, taken aback by what he has seen, when he suddenly notices the lemur reappear in a similar manner a split-second later on the branch bearing the fruit. The creature picks at the fruit, freeing a piece bigger than its head, then scurries further along the tree before blinking out of sight.
Alexia and Lucina sit near the fire, resting cosily with their backs against the monstrous roots that give shelter to the camp. They listen to Azrael and Galius as they chat and attempt to tease conversation gently out of the half-elfs. Ishaz reclines nearby, wiping his hand on his coral-patterned jacket as he reads his book, oblivious to his surroundings. Now that Ladle has finished his task of feeding the camp, he lays against a small fallen log with a rough pillow under his head, gently snoring with his flat cap shading his face. Corrigan expresses surprise with a sharp exhale of breath and a raise of his eyebrows as the three young mercenaries saunter over to the fire and take seats on the log Ladle is using as a bed.
It is only as the men remove their leather waistcoats and attempt to get comfortable that you see the tattoos scarred under the left collarbone on each of them. A roaring lion with a mane of fire, the symbol of the 'Lions of Lesham', a renowned mercenary group from a riverside town north of the Foarish capital of Stolmoor. Since when did mercenary groups recruit so young?
The tall lad and one of the brothers are talking and slightly slurring between themselves, quite loudly, on the subject of what constitutes a "good wine", eagerly passing a skin back and forth between them. The other mercenary, who looks slightly older, refuses the skin and turns to Galius and the others. You see a pale crescent-shaped birthmark a couple of inches long on his right cheek, a blemish on his dark skin. The man, also slightly drunk speaks in a gravelly voice that hides his age well.
"Not personally, no. We tend to stay in Foarland for our work. I've heard plenty of stories though." His eyes quickly flick to Alexia and Lucina as he says this. "The kind Meister caught us in a good mood when he offered this job, and Lenk here has always wanted to visited Barmouth." He gestures to his brother.
Ishaz peers over the top of his book at his mention, before extending an unusually shaped tongue to lick his finger and turn a page.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Smiling at the creature's resourcefulness Conor returns his focus to the mercenaries. They all appear to be the worse for wear and too relaxed for the environment and it's inherent dangers. Scowling the rogue returns to his weapon check, examining both daggers next but the creature keeps returning to his mind. As he looks for where it went he decides to explore a little. Quickly fitting his swordbelt he moves up and along the tree getting a feel for it's texture and shapes. After a few exploratory passes he begins to climb, shortbow across his back to free up both hands, his agility and years of practice competing with the natural world and new challenges bringing a smile to his face as he does so.
Acrobatics 23
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Alexia sighs, getting rather tired of the looks, and stands. "Excuse me for a bit. I'm going to see what's above us," she says softly, before moving to a spot where vines hang more heavily. She begins to climb the vines, ignoring Conor and heading for a high, relatively isolated spot in the tree.
Acrobatics: 15
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
”Seems he’ll get his wish in the next couple days, assuming nothing terrible happens. It’s my understanding we’re on a shortcut?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Corrigan, who is stood a short distance away brushing down one of the mules, grunts, "Huh, you could say that."
Sighing, Ishaz snaps his book shut. He stands, yawns and stretches his arms out wide, the webbing connecting his upper arms to to his middle back pushes against his tunic, making him appear even wider than he is. "Well, it seems about time for me to rest." He looks towards the canopies. "Since you're up there, you two can take first watch!" He calls from below. "You and you can take the second watch." He says pointing to Galius and Azrael. "And where in the three seas is that Kriegzeug? Oh nevermind! You three! Make sure you sober up, the third watch is yours!" He snaps at the mercenaries. "We resume at dawn." The seafolker says as he ducks into his large tent sheltered beneath a gigantic leaf, quickly buttoning up the flap.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
From his vantage point higher up Conor nods understanding to the seafolker before readjusting his kit into more comfortable positions as he shifts about finding positions he can easily gain good views of the surround from. Looking for Alexia he calls out;
"Are you ok up here, can you see anything from your position? No point being up high if all you can see are leaves..."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Alexia sighs at Ishaz's words, but wordlessly moves to a position she can see from, nodding at Conor. "I'm perfectly fine, thank you." A small sprite comes flitting out of the treetops and zooms in a tight circle around the tree before moving at a slightly more sedate pace to a spot halfway between Alexia and Conor. Alexia touches the tree trunk beside her and begins scanning the forest silently.
Perception?: 17
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Galius sighs and turns to Az.
“It seems no one cares to elaborate on the nature of this shortcut. Guess Ishaz doesn’t want any last minute negotiations for better pay. Let’s just keep our eyes out. Get some sleep for now. Goodnight Az, I’ll see you in a couple hours for watch.”
And Galius will go sleep near the fire.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Arc has been conversing with Valen with great interest about the concepts of the soul and good vs evil. They have just come around a corner when they see the ape family.
Arc almost lets out a loud squeal (or what would pass for a squeal from a forged) but is able to stop himself just in time realizing that there is potential danger here. His excitement on seeing the huge apes is almost overpowering but instead he quickly and quietly moves back to the nearest tree and steps behind it watching the ape family as they play near the stream. He looks around for Valen to make sure he is not in danger and sees that Valen has done the same thing. He watches for a long long time until Valen finally signals to him that they should probably head back to camp. At which point they move back in the other direction.
stealth: 10
(OOC: @Mojake: If my assumptions of what happens is incorrect and they are not able to move away without detection, I will line out those last few sentences and we can take the action up from that point.)
Lot's of stuff ...
"Nice to meet everyone," Az calls out to those who replied. "This well...well...this is my first job if I'm honest," she adds before the conversation spirals out of her control.
After the watch assignments Az does not protest. She settles into a comfortable position to rest. She's naturally wary of strangers so sleeping on gear to prevent it from being stolen, she rests.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Valen holds an arm out to hold back Arc's advance. While it was comforting to see this little family unit, wildlife such as this were best left alone or handled in greater numbers. "Better get back, I suppose. They may be friendly or curious by themselves, but there's no telling with their babies around."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Upon hearing the watch assignments, Lucina decides to stay up a bit longer sitting comfortably against the roots a bit away from the others. Her mind wanders a bit as she somewhat observes the area, she decides that if she fell asleep here she wouldn't mind that at all.
After you have all reunited at the camp, you perform your evening rituals and head into your tents and hammocks for well-earned rest. Conor and Alexia watch from above as the last tendrils of sunlight fade from the sky. The cacophony of the nocturnal denizens of the jungle begins to sound - drowning out the snores of the sleeping camp, and the sight of the waning crescent moon provides little in the way of light. The only illuminations to be seen are the few remaining embers gently glowing in the fire, only lighting the area immediate to the pit.
Conor's eyes struggle to adjust to such low levels of ambient light, but Alexia's elf-like vision allows her an undisturbed view of the floor and the nearby area.
[OoC]: booksbooks and Phadeout, please can you both make Wisdom (Perception) checks. Phadeout, unless you are doing something to offset your lack of vision (feel free to describe a course of action if so), roll with disadvantage.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer