The wagon comes around the bend and the party sees a pair of hooded figures walking in their direction.
The Dwarven bard, Harivaldr stowed the dulcimer and jogged forward to greet the two. He stops about 40' away from them and calls out a greeting. "Ho, travelers! Any news worth sharing with a fellow vagrant?"
The travelers stopped in their tracks. Dathyra noticed that one of them was walking with an arm on the others shoulder. As the Dwarf called out they clutched at one another and Dathyra grasped her holy symbol.
Merric rolled out of the back end of the wagon, remaining behind cover and drew his bow but kept it behind the wagon and out of sight. His head swiveled from side to side looking for any threats from other directions.
Sen confidently follows the dwarf up the road, assured in his ability to protect the bard from any mishap. He too notices that they seem to be clutching each other.
Phyllis stays in her seat and but her owl familiar, Nyxtra, takes flight and silently spans the distance to Harivaldr and from behind, lands on his shoulder. The dwarf screams in an octave the party has not hear him use before and proceeds to throw himself into a ditch. The dwarf climbs out onto the trail and assembles the remaining shreds of his dignity. "Sorry about that, terrible allergies I have, sneezes like a thunderbolt."
One of the figures holds a scarf up to its hood and laughs, then whispers to the other. The other calls out, "Bless you, I didn't know allergies could be so overpowering. I hope you are well."
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With a cheery laugh, Harivaldr regained some of his previous swagger, and made a show of nonchalantly petting the owl now on his shoulder. "Well enough to still be enjoying the allure of the open road, thank you for asking! My name is Valdrahir, travelling sellsword and caravaneer, at your service." (Deception = 17) He takes this opportunity to bow slightly, mindful of the owl on his shoulder. He straightened up and said, "I hope you don't mind my asking the same thing, though, are you wounded, friends? We can offer you aid if you need it." He took a moment to look around (finally noticing Sen nearby), then at the two robed figures before him. (Perception = 17)
He took a few experimental steps forward, trying to gauge the reactions of the pair before him, but he went no closer than about thirty feet. He kept his hands away from the sword at his side, but he readied himself to use a simple cantrip should they make a hostile move towards him or Sen.
Dathyra breathed a small sigh of relief. For the time being, the two appeared to be harmless travelers. In fact, when she noticed their own reaction to Harivaldr's approach, she realized they were just as scared of them as they all had been of the two figures. That didn't seem the kind of attitude raiders would have. She released her tight grip on her amulet, and she was thankful that no one else had done anything stupid to frighten the travelers further or harm them. Though, Harivaldr's rather spectacular reaction to Phyllis' owl might have made them just a tad more wary of the seemingly insane looking group. She decided to take a few steps up along the stopped cart to see if she could hear their conversation.
I'm not trying all that intensely to listen, but if you want me to roll something, I will.
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Harivaldr is 30' away. (Typical movement range oddly enough) How close would you like to be? I'll say you have the same perception as you get closer as does Sen.
Not sure how far ahead of the cart he is, and she's just along the sides. Let's eyeball it at like 10-15 ft away from him, so a total of 40-45 ft away from them.
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The figure pulls back her hood. She has long black hair, high cheekbones with half-elf features.
"My name is Lara, and this is my companion, Nyla." The other women lifts a hand tentatively in response. She takes a step closer and behind Lara. She remains hooded.
Lara continues, "You are generous to offer assistance, though we are not wounded. We are on a pilgrimage, of sorts."
Dathyra moves closer to better hear the exchange between Harivaldr and the travelers. [Insight]
Harivaldr has some difficulty following her reply as the owl sitting his shoulder thought the bard was offering him some food. He pulls his fingers away, smarting.
Both Sen and Dathyra note that Lara's eyes are clouded white, and that she isn't addressing the exact location of the bard but just his direction.
Harivaldr yelped as he felt a sharp beak clamp over one of his fingers. He wrung the nipped hand, completely failing to notice the state of Lara's eyes. "Well, as you can see," he began, "we are on our own sort of pilgrimage. We have business further north, do you or your companion seen anything newsworthy? Any dangers on the roads, maybe?" He paused a moment, then mulled something over in his head. "It may please you to know the roads are clear behind us, haven't seen any sign of brigands or beasts or the like. Still, probably best to keep your eyes peeled. Never know what the road will throw at you, eh?"
Having said his piece, Harivaldr stands tall and smiles, still not noticing the eyes of his roadside conversationalist.
Dathyra still stayed close to the cart. It seemed like Sen and Harivaldr had a handle on things and didn't need another helping in the conversation. She was a bit perplexed by the two travelers. It was clear that the one who had removed her hood was blind. That had to mean that the other was perhaps her guide, right? Or maybe a friend. Surely, a woman with her impairment wouldn't be traveling on their own without at least some assistance. Either way, this made her much more curious about what reason the two had for being out along this path. True, everyone used these roads to travel, but something about them just felt...odd.
Sen addresses Nyla with his rugged good looks and sharp elven features. "Do you not speak dear? We're just trying to get some information on the road ahead of us. We've a long way to go and any information would be helpful."
On the cart, Phyllis gives a sharp sigh before releasing her sight from Nyxtra. The owl has its command of staying on Harivaldr for just a while longer, but the blonde's focus, now back in her own mind, was to look to her side at Durvan. "How much longer until our destination?"
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Merric, not sensing or seeing anything to be alarmed about, nimbly hops back up into the back of the cart and settles back in to his hidey place, trying to remain undetected.
Stealth: 25
...but apparently the cart creaks a bit unexpectedly.
"The road is fraught with dangers for the likes of us,"Lara says and almost reaches out. "You have a kind voice Valdrahir. We--" at this point Nyla is tugging on Lara's sleeve urging her back. Lara stands firm and says "Nyla it will be alright." She turns her head back to where it was before. "We are on a pilgrimage to seek sanctuary."
Senasks if Nyla speaks and assures her of his intentions. Nyla moves even farther behind Lara and faces away from him. She holds a scarf up to her hood "Please, come no closer. You must leave us," she implores.
Darthya:
Your gut is telling you that there is more to their story than they want to tell. You don't know if they want to deceive you or they don't trust you, but even with their obvious emotional distress there is something more.
Call it her impulsiveness. Call it her internal wisdom. But, for whatever reason, Dathyra was certain that something was amiss. True, these strangers were being awfully secretive, but she could sympathize with their plight. She herself had been in need of sanctuary, which Lathander had provided when her people's native gods had not. She understood the fear of others, not knowing if they were friend or foe, and she understood the weariness in their hearts.
Still, there was something they seemed to be hiding, and what Dathyra didn't know exactly. Perhaps they were still afraid of whatever had made them seek such sanctuary, which may or may not be still following them. She did not genuinely believe they were there to cause harm to their group. Rather, they were afraid of something. Fear could be reasoned with, the dawnbringers taught her, because those who were fearful could be shown a light of hope. Plus, now that she thought about it, these were two women traveling alone. A woman's touch couldn't hurt either.
She decided to catch up to Sen and Harivaldr and try asking a few questions of her own...gently. These two were probably still very distrusting themselves. At least the one called Lara seemed like she might talk. "You seek sanctuary?" she asked. "If you follow this road, I might be able to point you in the direction of a few temples I know are relatively safe. But, just what is it that you seek sanctuary from? After all, we are heading in the direction from which you came. If there are dangers along this road, we would be indebted to you to help warn us about them."
"Whoa now," Harivaldr said calmly, "no need to panic, I'm not coming any closer." True to his word, the dwarf took a step back, and then began to stroke his beard as he continued on. "You said you were headed to sanctuary, right? Then I have good news. The town of Westport is a few hours walk down the road, back the way we came, and as I said, the road is clear. If you need aid, medical or otherwise, or provisions, I'm sure we can provide them." He paused, then added, "It's the rule of the road to help a fellow traveler in need, and I'll not have it said in my chapter of the sagas that I didn't do all I could for the wanderers."
After Dathyra's approach, Harivaldr nodded to her, and gave a small bow before taking a few more steps back.
The wagon comes around the bend and the party sees a pair of hooded figures walking in their direction.
The Dwarven bard, Harivaldr stowed the dulcimer and jogged forward to greet the two. He stops about 40' away from them and calls out a greeting. "Ho, travelers! Any news worth sharing with a fellow vagrant?"
The travelers stopped in their tracks. Dathyra noticed that one of them was walking with an arm on the others shoulder. As the Dwarf called out they clutched at one another and Dathyra grasped her holy symbol.
Merric rolled out of the back end of the wagon, remaining behind cover and drew his bow but kept it behind the wagon and out of sight. His head swiveled from side to side looking for any threats from other directions.
Sen confidently follows the dwarf up the road, assured in his ability to protect the bard from any mishap. He too notices that they seem to be clutching each other.
Phyllis stays in her seat and but her owl familiar, Nyxtra, takes flight and silently spans the distance to Harivaldr and from behind, lands on his shoulder. The dwarf screams in an octave the party has not hear him use before and proceeds to throw himself into a ditch. The dwarf climbs out onto the trail and assembles the remaining shreds of his dignity. "Sorry about that, terrible allergies I have, sneezes like a thunderbolt."
One of the figures holds a scarf up to its hood and laughs, then whispers to the other. The other calls out, "Bless you, I didn't know allergies could be so overpowering. I hope you are well."
With a cheery laugh, Harivaldr regained some of his previous swagger, and made a show of nonchalantly petting the owl now on his shoulder. "Well enough to still be enjoying the allure of the open road, thank you for asking! My name is Valdrahir, travelling sellsword and caravaneer, at your service." (Deception = 17) He takes this opportunity to bow slightly, mindful of the owl on his shoulder. He straightened up and said, "I hope you don't mind my asking the same thing, though, are you wounded, friends? We can offer you aid if you need it." He took a moment to look around (finally noticing Sen nearby), then at the two robed figures before him. (Perception = 17)
He took a few experimental steps forward, trying to gauge the reactions of the pair before him, but he went no closer than about thirty feet. He kept his hands away from the sword at his side, but he readied himself to use a simple cantrip should they make a hostile move towards him or Sen.
Dathyra breathed a small sigh of relief. For the time being, the two appeared to be harmless travelers. In fact, when she noticed their own reaction to Harivaldr's approach, she realized they were just as scared of them as they all had been of the two figures. That didn't seem the kind of attitude raiders would have. She released her tight grip on her amulet, and she was thankful that no one else had done anything stupid to frighten the travelers further or harm them. Though, Harivaldr's rather spectacular reaction to Phyllis' owl might have made them just a tad more wary of the seemingly insane looking group. She decided to take a few steps up along the stopped cart to see if she could hear their conversation.
I'm not trying all that intensely to listen, but if you want me to roll something, I will.
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Harivaldr is 30' away. (Typical movement range oddly enough) How close would you like to be? I'll say you have the same perception as you get closer as does Sen.
He's just going to wait there for now, hands away from his sword and open palms facing the figures to show that he is unarmed.
Not sure how far ahead of the cart he is, and she's just along the sides. Let's eyeball it at like 10-15 ft away from him, so a total of 40-45 ft away from them.
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The figure pulls back her hood. She has long black hair, high cheekbones with half-elf features.
"My name is Lara, and this is my companion, Nyla." The other women lifts a hand tentatively in response. She takes a step closer and behind Lara. She remains hooded.
Lara continues, "You are generous to offer assistance, though we are not wounded. We are on a pilgrimage, of sorts."
[Harivaldr: insight check]
(Insight: 4)
Hello darkness, my old friend...
Can Sen get a read into these two?
Insight: 16
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As Phyllis is seeing and hearing from Nyxtra, Phyllis would also like to insight check if permissible.
Insight: 4
Dathyra moves closer to better hear the exchange between Harivaldr and the travelers. [Insight]
Harivaldr has some difficulty following her reply as the owl sitting his shoulder thought the bard was offering him some food. He pulls his fingers away, smarting.
Both Sen and Dathyra note that Lara's eyes are clouded white, and that she isn't addressing the exact location of the bard but just his direction.
Sen thinks they could elaborate further.
Harivaldr yelped as he felt a sharp beak clamp over one of his fingers. He wrung the nipped hand, completely failing to notice the state of Lara's eyes. "Well, as you can see," he began, "we are on our own sort of pilgrimage. We have business further north, do you or your companion seen anything newsworthy? Any dangers on the roads, maybe?" He paused a moment, then mulled something over in his head. "It may please you to know the roads are clear behind us, haven't seen any sign of brigands or beasts or the like. Still, probably best to keep your eyes peeled. Never know what the road will throw at you, eh?"
Having said his piece, Harivaldr stands tall and smiles, still not noticing the eyes of his roadside conversationalist.
Insight: 16
Dathyra still stayed close to the cart. It seemed like Sen and Harivaldr had a handle on things and didn't need another helping in the conversation. She was a bit perplexed by the two travelers. It was clear that the one who had removed her hood was blind. That had to mean that the other was perhaps her guide, right? Or maybe a friend. Surely, a woman with her impairment wouldn't be traveling on their own without at least some assistance. Either way, this made her much more curious about what reason the two had for being out along this path. True, everyone used these roads to travel, but something about them just felt...odd.
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DM - Imela: The Adventure Begins
Sen addresses Nyla with his rugged good looks and sharp elven features. "Do you not speak dear? We're just trying to get some information on the road ahead of us. We've a long way to go and any information would be helpful."
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On the cart, Phyllis gives a sharp sigh before releasing her sight from Nyxtra. The owl has its command of staying on Harivaldr for just a while longer, but the blonde's focus, now back in her own mind, was to look to her side at Durvan. "How much longer until our destination?"
Merric, not sensing or seeing anything to be alarmed about, nimbly hops back up into the back of the cart and settles back in to his hidey place, trying to remain undetected.
Stealth: 25
...but apparently the cart creaks a bit unexpectedly.
"The road is fraught with dangers for the likes of us," Lara says and almost reaches out. "You have a kind voice Valdrahir. We--" at this point Nyla is tugging on Lara's sleeve urging her back. Lara stands firm and says "Nyla it will be alright." She turns her head back to where it was before. "We are on a pilgrimage to seek sanctuary."
Sen asks if Nyla speaks and assures her of his intentions. Nyla moves even farther behind Lara and faces away from him. She holds a scarf up to her hood "Please, come no closer. You must leave us," she implores.
Darthya:
Your gut is telling you that there is more to their story than they want to tell. You don't know if they want to deceive you or they don't trust you, but even with their obvious emotional distress there is something more.
Sen will ask her if she is sickly judging by her actions. “We have healers among the ranks of our group here. We are able to cure ailments.”
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Call it her impulsiveness. Call it her internal wisdom. But, for whatever reason, Dathyra was certain that something was amiss. True, these strangers were being awfully secretive, but she could sympathize with their plight. She herself had been in need of sanctuary, which Lathander had provided when her people's native gods had not. She understood the fear of others, not knowing if they were friend or foe, and she understood the weariness in their hearts.
Still, there was something they seemed to be hiding, and what Dathyra didn't know exactly. Perhaps they were still afraid of whatever had made them seek such sanctuary, which may or may not be still following them. She did not genuinely believe they were there to cause harm to their group. Rather, they were afraid of something. Fear could be reasoned with, the dawnbringers taught her, because those who were fearful could be shown a light of hope. Plus, now that she thought about it, these were two women traveling alone. A woman's touch couldn't hurt either.
She decided to catch up to Sen and Harivaldr and try asking a few questions of her own...gently. These two were probably still very distrusting themselves. At least the one called Lara seemed like she might talk. "You seek sanctuary?" she asked. "If you follow this road, I might be able to point you in the direction of a few temples I know are relatively safe. But, just what is it that you seek sanctuary from? After all, we are heading in the direction from which you came. If there are dangers along this road, we would be indebted to you to help warn us about them."
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Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Lvl 1 - Geth Hornraven - Human Wizard - Lost Mine of Phandelver
DM - Imela: The Adventure Begins
"Whoa now," Harivaldr said calmly, "no need to panic, I'm not coming any closer." True to his word, the dwarf took a step back, and then began to stroke his beard as he continued on. "You said you were headed to sanctuary, right? Then I have good news. The town of Westport is a few hours walk down the road, back the way we came, and as I said, the road is clear. If you need aid, medical or otherwise, or provisions, I'm sure we can provide them." He paused, then added, "It's the rule of the road to help a fellow traveler in need, and I'll not have it said in my chapter of the sagas that I didn't do all I could for the wanderers."
After Dathyra's approach, Harivaldr nodded to her, and gave a small bow before taking a few more steps back.
Now about thirty-five feet from Lara and Nyla.