“She said the Frogmaiden, and that she’s close to the sounds of her favored. Based on the name I’d say this place has a lot of frogs. So we’re looking for a lagoon filled with frogs and a beautiful person wearing plants as clothing. Locals should know that instantly right?”
Cinder looks around at the group and then stands up, ready to head back to town to ask the townsfolk.
“She said the Frogmaiden, and that she’s close to the sounds of her favored. Based on the name I’d say this place has a lot of frogs. So we’re looking for a lagoon filled with frogs and a beautiful person wearing plants as clothing. Locals should know that instantly right?”
Cinder looks around at the group and then stands up, ready to head back to town to ask the townsfolk.
“Shall we head out before the sun goes?”
'Wazzock nods at Cinder in agreement, but pauses a bit longer, as though trying to recall something else, before she shakes her frowning head from side-to-side, exclaiming with a growl,'
"Grrr! Aye, but I feel like we should know of such a place for some reason. Did we not see some place like this last night... or maybe hear of one this morning when talking to that lizardfolk sergeant.
Also, did anyone else notice that Meerkthistle completely failed to mention her own daughter, a sergeant in the town no less. Or that the shaman seemed to have a low view of those who lived within Ambersilt?"
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'Wazzock looks at the fire and calls out while looking for a place to wash the dirty dishes.' "Er... Meerkthistle? Gratitude, for the information and the meal... Will this fire be all right unattended?" 'She collects the bowls and utensils into a pile, and assuming she finds a place to wash them will do so before setting them to dry and joining her companions.'
'Wazzock looks at the fire and calls out while looking for a place to wash the dirty dishes.' "Er... Meerkthistle? Gratitude, for the information and the meal... Will this fire be all right unattended?" 'She collects the bowls and utensils into a pile, and assuming she finds a place to wash them will do so before setting them to dry and joining her companions.'
'Not far from the hut, you find a small stone plinth with a bowl shaped concave top. Within the bowl top is enough cold water to rinse the bowls that you were given. Setting the implements near the door to dry, Wazzock recieves no response from inside the modest structure. Glancing back at the small fire which is already sputtering in the stiffening breeze and due to a lack of substantial fuel, the half-orc doubts that the paltry flames or embers would be much of a threat to the mostly lush and green vegetation that grows across the hillside.'
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Mazin thinks back, trying to remember if there was a lagoon he saw similar to that in the vision. He thinks back and remembers a little lagoon he found while hunting. He remembers camping out and waiting for his prey. He caught a giant elk there! It was a good day. Oh and there was that other elk he stalked for ..........
Mazin shakes his head as he realizes his mind has been drifting. "It didn't look like there was any building in the vision that I recall. I don't think it is time yet to go to the ruins. People lives are more important right now. Asking directions might be our best course of action."
Altani trots back towards town with Kestrell and Mazin, looking around for any townsfolk that she can approach and ask about the location of the lake.
"I hope it is not that far away so we can make it to the lake, speech to Cypruss and be back before night falls. With Mielikki grace, we may even silence the murderer. "
"You are right Wazzock! Milkthistle's daughter is the frog princess!"
'"Let's walk back down to town while we discuss at least."
'Kestrell starts walking back down the trail."
'The early afternoon sky overhead is now heavily interspersed by darkening grey clouds, fast moving in their flight, driven by a quickening South-North wind. Despite the rough, overgrown state of the trail on the hill, your group makes speedy head way back to the marshy plain below and down the hard packed dirt road towards town.'
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Altani trots back towards town with Kestrell and Mazin, looking around for any townsfolk that she can approach and ask about the location of the lake.
"I hope it is not that far away so we can make it to the lake, speech to Cypruss and be back before night falls. With Mielikki grace, we may even silence the murderer. "
'As you approach Ambersilt's Eastern gate, you see the three veteran militia members that you passed this morning standing in a group, all looking a little nervous as they listen to a wildly gesticulating Sergeant Leetha. As you approach the gate guards and the animated lizardfolk Silverstar officer, you hear the last of her words,'
"... near the town."
'As her subordinates' eyes notice your approach over the segreant's shoulder, the tall, lean lizardwoman turns to regard your approach cautiously.'
[OOC] Anyone may make a perception check to hear a little more of what the sergeant is saying as you approach, reading the spoiler with a score of 15 or more:
"...so keep your eyess to the sky. It may have flown away, but we have enough troubless without letting one of these creaturess remain..."
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Mazin looks toward the sky as they approach Leetha. "Is there anything we should be concerned about?"
Mazin will look back down and smile at Leetha. "We just met with your mother. She was nice. Do you know where there is a small lagoon covered in water lilies, with tall moss covered trees grow near it? We are looking to talk to the Frogmaiden."
Mazin looks toward the sky as they approach Leetha. "Is there anything we should be concerned about?"
Mazin will look back down and smile at Leetha. "We just met with your mother. She was nice. Do you know where there is a small lagoon covered in water lilies, with tall moss covered trees grow near it? We are looking to talk to the Frogmaiden."
'While it is hard to discern clearly, Mazin is fairly certain that the lizardwoman sergeant frowns at his initial words... and he is absolutely certain of her displeasure when he mentions the meeting with Meerkthistle, as Leetha responds,'
"Sharp earss you have, slayer of crocodiless and carver of totemss. Yess, I too have earss and use them when asking questionss. Spoke with Jona I did, and eager to show off your gift the boy wass, despite hiss losss and sadnesss. A kindnesss you did the child of Exbrin. My respect and thankss you have.
It iss no secret, though the Magistrate doess not want the townsfolk alarmed unnecessarily. A griffon attacked a shepherd'ss goatss an hour ago near the North gate. Only one goat wass slain and the gate guardss injured and drove the beast away. Perhapss slain it now iss, but alert still we must be. Now you also know and can keep your eyess open.
You WHAT!?! Foolss you are to seek information from that one! Talk in riddless and trade in ancient supersitionss she doess. Reject the kingdom for wayss long past, she would. Wayss of no use or good to our people in thiss world. Blame our woess on the displeasure of a god who caress no more for uss than he doess the beastss of the swamp.
A Frogmaiden? Bahh! See, it iss ass I say - riddless and nonsense."
[OOC] PCs may make an insight check with a DC15 to read the below spoiler:
'While Leetha is speaking, two of the militia members go back to their posts either side of the palisade gate, though one remains standing nearby, her steady brown eyes raised to the increasingly cloudy and grey sky. The short, dark haired woman's gaze drops to Mazin at the mention of the Frogmaiden however, though when she catches you returning her stare, she seems perturbed and returns to scanning the sky above for threats.'
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'Wazzock casually looks around and notices the dark haired guard's change in expression at the mention of the Frogmaiden. The half-orc woman stretches her arms above her already tall and muscular figure, then sidles up alongside the guard, looking to the sky.'"Keeping an eye out for griffons are we? Aye, they're majestic creatures when they're not rending your flesh or feeding upon your livestock... Say, you, wouldn't happen to know anything about this... so called Frogmaiden, if there is someone so-called? Where we might find her... perhaps?"
'Wazzock casually looks around and notices the dark haired guard's change in expression at the mention of the Frogmaiden. The half-orc woman stretches her arms above her already tall and muscular figure, then sidles up alongside the guard, looking to the sky.'"Keeping an eye out for griffons are we? Aye, they're majestic creatures when they're not rending your flesh or feeding upon your livestock... Say, you, wouldn't happen to know anything about this... so called Frogmaiden, if there is someone so-called? Where we might find her... perhaps?"
'With a worried glance at the back of the sergeant who is still speaking with Wazzock's goliath companion, the milita member takes a number of long backwards steps inside the palisade wall with a subtle nod for the half-orc cleric to follow her. When the watch member feels comfortably distant from her superior, she mutters to Wazzock a little reluctantly,'
"I just thought... ahh, I mean, it's just somethin' my log-headed son mentioned a tenday or so ago, but... and please don't let the sergeant know that I told you and all, but this Frogmaiden sounds like it might be that dryad that all the kids like to spy on... especially the teenage boys, if you get my meanin'. That place your friend mentioned sounded a lot like Bullcroak Creek as well... and that ain't far from the creature's special tree, or least that's what I heard.
Truth be told, I'm only tellin' ye because ye did me and my friends a solid when your group cleared out Myren's cellar yesterday."
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Mazin looks down at the lizardfolk as she speaks.
"She is your mother still. Be happy that you have one. I don't know much of gods, but the land and the animals have much to tell those that are willing to listen. I believe she called the Frogmaiden Cyprus, if that rings any bells. Or if you could direct us to where this lagoon would be, that would be of help. As for the Griffon, we will stay vigilant and let you know if we see anything."
((nature check to see if Mazin knows anything about the Griffons in this area: 6))
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Alwin just stares at the ground listening to his companions as they talk about what to do next. Still thinking about the surge of confidence and how good it was. He just perks up as Kestrell says two ruins and shakes his head “Tech…nically, the buildings at the top of the hill just appear to be aba…ndoned building not actually ruins.”
He just stands with the group as they go to move and follows, listening to the sounds as they approach he notes the conversation between the silverstar officials. He listens as the woman talks about the old ways and her mother and finds voice “It’s not good to for…get our past. If we for…get then we are do…omed to repe….at the mistakes of our ancestors.”
Alwin just looks to the dark haired woman noting her gaze and movements at the mention of the frogmaiden. He just smiles, excusing himself from the group as he walks over to the girl. He had no idea what he was about to do, but she might know something about this frogmaiden. He just tries to give her a charming smile ‘Be like father and brother with the ladies…be like father and brother with the ladies’ running through his head.
As he approaches he just stands next to her "Af...terno...on, I'm Al...win." he extends his hand in polite greeting towards the woman.
"She is your mother still. Be happy that you have one. I don't know much of gods, but the land and the animals have much to tell those that are willing to listen. I believe she called the Frogmaiden Cyprus, if that rings any bells. Or if you could direct us to where this lagoon would be, that would be of help. As for the Griffon, we will stay vigilant and let you know if we see anything."
((nature check to see if Mazin knows anything about the Griffons in this area: 8))
'Mazin cannot be sure, but he recalls seing a pair of large winged creatures soaring below the clouds on his trip South to Ambersilt. This may have been a pair of the fabled creatures, though the goliath could not be certain. The large warrior's only other knowledge of the things comes from Daruk - a passing mention of the winged leonine creatures' formiddable fighting prowess and gamey tasting flesh.
As Mazin gives Sergeant Leetha his words of advice regarding the Silvershield's mother, the lizardwoman's eyes narrow into slits, the nostrils at the end of her snout flaring noticably in outrage. Glaring at the much larger man without apparent fear, the thin but fierce militia officer seems to chew her own tongue for a moment before spitting out an angry reply without shouting, but loud enough to cause the two guards nearby to nervously clutch their spears,'
"You dare to lecture me on my own kin? Where are your kin, goliath? I stand here defending my people... all my people. I do not wander landss not my own, searching for place or purpose. Be glad that you showed compassion to Jona and have the magistratess mandate... but speak no more to me of thingss you do not understand!"
'Seemingly done with your group for now, the fiery fighter marches stiffly back into town, her long sinewy tail whipping back and forth behind her in a clear sign of aggitation.'
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He just stands with the group as they go to move and follows, listening to the sounds as they approach he notes the conversation between the silverstar officials. He listens as the woman talks about the old ways and her mother and finds voice “It’s not good to for…get our past. If we for…get then we are do…omed to repe….at the mistakes of our ancestors.”
Alwin just looks to the dark haired woman noting her gaze and movements at the mention of the frogmaiden. He just smiles, excusing himself from the group as he walks over to the girl. He had no idea what he was about to do, but she might know something about this frogmaiden. He just tries to give her a charming smile ‘Be like father and brother with the ladies…be like father and brother with the ladies’ running through his head.
As he approaches he just stands next to her "Af...terno...on, I'm Al...win." he extends his hand in polite greeting towards the woman.
OOC: straight charisma roll?
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'Even as the clearly angry Leetha storms away from his goliath companion, the lizardwoman seems to catch the gist of Alwin's words towards her and spins violently about to face the half-elven fighter, who for the briefest of moments thinks that the volatile sergeant is about to go for a weapon. Instead the lean milita officer spits words in fury, her articulation noticably more sibiliant as her anger mounts,'
"Sstop sspeaking, fool elf, or I will... Hsss... What do elvess care for hisstory except their own? While Heartsstar formss alliancess, banding peopless together, your kind sstand apart and judge uss, ssneering from your great foresstss! Misstakess, yess. Look to your own... and leave me BE!"
'Stunned by the vitriol of Leetha's tirade, Alwin all but melts beneath her venomous glare, turning away meekly to stutter his greeting to the militiawoman who pivots in the opposite direction and moves quickly to the militiaman nearest her, apparently either not wanting to be seen by her superior talking to the target of her ire, or perhaps simply too embarrassed on Alwin's behalf to speak to him right now.'
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As Mazin gives Sergeant Leetha his words of advice regarding the Silvershield's mother, the lizardwoman's eyes narrow into slits, the nostrils at the end of her snout flaring noticably in outrage. Glaring at the much larger man without apparent fear, the thin but fierce militia officer seems to chew her own tongue for a moment before spitting out an angry reply without shouting, but loud enough to cause the two guards nearby to nervously clutch their spears,'
"You dare to lecture me on my own kin? Where are your kin, goliath? I stand here defending my people... all my people. I do not wander landss not my own, searching for place of purpose. Be glad that you showed compassion to Jona and have the magistratess mandate... but speak no more to me of thingss you do not understand!"
'Seemingly done with your group for now, the fiery fighter marches stiffly back into town, her long sinewy tail whipping back and forth behind her in a clear sign of aggitation.'
As Leetha starts to speak, Mazin's face has a shocked expression, taking a step back at the sudden verbal assault. As she continues her fiery admonishment, Mazin seems to just melt,; by the end, his head is hanging low and his shoulders are slumped. He lifts his head as she starts to walk away, as if he's about to say something, but nothing comes out.
Mazin turns to look at his compatriots, but averts his gaze. He heads to the back of the group, looking out away from the town, with his back to the party. He takes a deep, turns his head enough to speak with them "I..... seem to have .... upset.... the Sargent. Apologies." Standing tall, he stares out into the wilderness, away from the town and civilization.
DC 10 Insight Check on Mazin
The mention of "Goliath" is when Mazin appears to start getting sad during Leetha's tirade.
As he stands, staring off into the wilderness, you can tell that he is trying to put on a brave face. While he is standing tall, it is obviously forced.
Watching half the group getting verbally lashed by Leetha, Cinder avoids talking to her, watching Wazzock quietly speak to another guard off to the side. Mazin just stares at the woods after the tirade, but Alwin looks a bit worse for wear, so she’ll walk up to him and say, “Try not to let her words get you down. It’s not like they were directed at you. She was just talking about elves in the forests, where you definitely are not right now.” Nudginghim a bit she smiles and says, “Maybe try to be yourself around people. You don’t need to put up a face to fit in, trust me it doesn’t work.”
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Responding to Wazzock, Cinder says,
“She said the Frogmaiden, and that she’s close to the sounds of her favored. Based on the name I’d say this place has a lot of frogs. So we’re looking for a lagoon filled with frogs and a beautiful person wearing plants as clothing. Locals should know that instantly right?”
Cinder looks around at the group and then stands up, ready to head back to town to ask the townsfolk.
“Shall we head out before the sun goes?”
'Wazzock nods at Cinder in agreement, but pauses a bit longer, as though trying to recall something else, before she shakes her frowning head from side-to-side, exclaiming with a growl,'
"Grrr! Aye, but I feel like we should know of such a place for some reason. Did we not see some place like this last night... or maybe hear of one this morning when talking to that lizardfolk sergeant.
Also, did anyone else notice that Meerkthistle completely failed to mention her own daughter, a sergeant in the town no less. Or that the shaman seemed to have a low view of those who lived within Ambersilt?"
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"You are right Wazzock! Milkthistle's daughter is the frog princess!"
'"Let's walk back down to town while we discuss at least."
'Kestrell starts walking back down the trail."
'Wazzock looks at the fire and calls out while looking for a place to wash the dirty dishes.' "Er... Meerkthistle? Gratitude, for the information and the meal... Will this fire be all right unattended?" 'She collects the bowls and utensils into a pile, and assuming she finds a place to wash them will do so before setting them to dry and joining her companions.'
~♡~
'Not far from the hut, you find a small stone plinth with a bowl shaped concave top. Within the bowl top is enough cold water to rinse the bowls that you were given. Setting the implements near the door to dry, Wazzock recieves no response from inside the modest structure. Glancing back at the small fire which is already sputtering in the stiffening breeze and due to a lack of substantial fuel, the half-orc doubts that the paltry flames or embers would be much of a threat to the mostly lush and green vegetation that grows across the hillside.'
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Mazin thinks back, trying to remember if there was a lagoon he saw similar to that in the vision. He thinks back and remembers a little lagoon he found while hunting. He remembers camping out and waiting for his prey. He caught a giant elk there! It was a good day. Oh and there was that other elk he stalked for ..........
Mazin shakes his head as he realizes his mind has been drifting. "It didn't look like there was any building in the vision that I recall. I don't think it is time yet to go to the ruins. People lives are more important right now. Asking directions might be our best course of action."
Mazin will follow Kestrell back down the trail.
Altani trots back towards town with Kestrell and Mazin, looking around for any townsfolk that she can approach and ask about the location of the lake.
"I hope it is not that far away so we can make it to the lake, speech to Cypruss and be back before night falls. With Mielikki grace, we may even silence the murderer. "
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'The early afternoon sky overhead is now heavily interspersed by darkening grey clouds, fast moving in their flight, driven by a quickening South-North wind. Despite the rough, overgrown state of the trail on the hill, your group makes speedy head way back to the marshy plain below and down the hard packed dirt road towards town.'
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'As you approach Ambersilt's Eastern gate, you see the three veteran militia members that you passed this morning standing in a group, all looking a little nervous as they listen to a wildly gesticulating Sergeant Leetha. As you approach the gate guards and the animated lizardfolk Silverstar officer, you hear the last of her words,'
"... near the town."
'As her subordinates' eyes notice your approach over the segreant's shoulder, the tall, lean lizardwoman turns to regard your approach cautiously.'
[OOC] Anyone may make a perception check to hear a little more of what the sergeant is saying as you approach, reading the spoiler with a score of 15 or more:
"...so keep your eyess to the sky. It may have flown away, but we have enough troubless without letting one of these creaturess remain..."
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Mazin looks toward the sky as they approach Leetha. "Is there anything we should be concerned about?"
Mazin will look back down and smile at Leetha. "We just met with your mother. She was nice. Do you know where there is a small lagoon covered in water lilies, with tall moss covered trees grow near it? We are looking to talk to the Frogmaiden."
'Kestrell nudges Mazin'
"I thought she was the frog maiden? No?"
'While it is hard to discern clearly, Mazin is fairly certain that the lizardwoman sergeant frowns at his initial words... and he is absolutely certain of her displeasure when he mentions the meeting with Meerkthistle, as Leetha responds,'
"Sharp earss you have, slayer of crocodiless and carver of totemss. Yess, I too have earss and use them when asking questionss. Spoke with Jona I did, and eager to show off your gift the boy wass, despite hiss losss and sadnesss. A kindnesss you did the child of Exbrin. My respect and thankss you have.
It iss no secret, though the Magistrate doess not want the townsfolk alarmed unnecessarily. A griffon attacked a shepherd'ss goatss an hour ago near the North gate. Only one goat wass slain and the gate guardss injured and drove the beast away. Perhapss slain it now iss, but alert still we must be. Now you also know and can keep your eyess open.
You WHAT!?! Foolss you are to seek information from that one! Talk in riddless and trade in ancient supersitionss she doess. Reject the kingdom for wayss long past, she would. Wayss of no use or good to our people in thiss world. Blame our woess on the displeasure of a god who caress no more for uss than he doess the beastss of the swamp.
A Frogmaiden? Bahh! See, it iss ass I say - riddless and nonsense."
[OOC] PCs may make an insight check with a DC15 to read the below spoiler:
'While Leetha is speaking, two of the militia members go back to their posts either side of the palisade gate, though one remains standing nearby, her steady brown eyes raised to the increasingly cloudy and grey sky. The short, dark haired woman's gaze drops to Mazin at the mention of the Frogmaiden however, though when she catches you returning her stare, she seems perturbed and returns to scanning the sky above for threats.'
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'Wazzock casually looks around and notices the dark haired guard's change in expression at the mention of the Frogmaiden. The half-orc woman stretches her arms above her already tall and muscular figure, then sidles up alongside the guard, looking to the sky.' "Keeping an eye out for griffons are we? Aye, they're majestic creatures when they're not rending your flesh or feeding upon your livestock... Say, you, wouldn't happen to know anything about this... so called Frogmaiden, if there is someone so-called? Where we might find her... perhaps?"
~♡~
'With a worried glance at the back of the sergeant who is still speaking with Wazzock's goliath companion, the milita member takes a number of long backwards steps inside the palisade wall with a subtle nod for the half-orc cleric to follow her. When the watch member feels comfortably distant from her superior, she mutters to Wazzock a little reluctantly,'
"I just thought... ahh, I mean, it's just somethin' my log-headed son mentioned a tenday or so ago, but... and please don't let the sergeant know that I told you and all, but this Frogmaiden sounds like it might be that dryad that all the kids like to spy on... especially the teenage boys, if you get my meanin'. That place your friend mentioned sounded a lot like Bullcroak Creek as well... and that ain't far from the creature's special tree, or least that's what I heard.
Truth be told, I'm only tellin' ye because ye did me and my friends a solid when your group cleared out Myren's cellar yesterday."
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Mazin looks down at the lizardfolk as she speaks.
"She is your mother still. Be happy that you have one. I don't know much of gods, but the land and the animals have much to tell those that are willing to listen. I believe she called the Frogmaiden Cyprus, if that rings any bells. Or if you could direct us to where this lagoon would be, that would be of help. As for the Griffon, we will stay vigilant and let you know if we see anything."
((nature check to see if Mazin knows anything about the Griffons in this area: 6))
Alwin just stares at the ground listening to his companions as they talk about what to do next. Still thinking about the surge of confidence and how good it was. He just perks up as Kestrell says two ruins and shakes his head “Tech…nically, the buildings at the top of the hill just appear to be aba…ndoned building not actually ruins.”
He just stands with the group as they go to move and follows, listening to the sounds as they approach he notes the conversation between the silverstar officials. He listens as the woman talks about the old ways and her mother and finds voice “It’s not good to for…get our past. If we for…get then we are do…omed to repe….at the mistakes of our ancestors.”
Alwin just looks to the dark haired woman noting her gaze and movements at the mention of the frogmaiden. He just smiles, excusing himself from the group as he walks over to the girl. He had no idea what he was about to do, but she might know something about this frogmaiden. He just tries to give her a charming smile ‘Be like father and brother with the ladies…be like father and brother with the ladies’ running through his head.
As he approaches he just stands next to her "Af...terno...on, I'm Al...win." he extends his hand in polite greeting towards the woman.
OOC: straight charisma roll?
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Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
'Mazin cannot be sure, but he recalls seing a pair of large winged creatures soaring below the clouds on his trip South to Ambersilt. This may have been a pair of the fabled creatures, though the goliath could not be certain. The large warrior's only other knowledge of the things comes from Daruk - a passing mention of the winged leonine creatures' formiddable fighting prowess and gamey tasting flesh.
As Mazin gives Sergeant Leetha his words of advice regarding the Silvershield's mother, the lizardwoman's eyes narrow into slits, the nostrils at the end of her snout flaring noticably in outrage. Glaring at the much larger man without apparent fear, the thin but fierce militia officer seems to chew her own tongue for a moment before spitting out an angry reply without shouting, but loud enough to cause the two guards nearby to nervously clutch their spears,'
"You dare to lecture me on my own kin? Where are your kin, goliath? I stand here defending my people... all my people. I do not wander landss not my own, searching for place or purpose. Be glad that you showed compassion to Jona and have the magistratess mandate... but speak no more to me of thingss you do not understand!"
'Seemingly done with your group for now, the fiery fighter marches stiffly back into town, her long sinewy tail whipping back and forth behind her in a clear sign of aggitation.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
'Even as the clearly angry Leetha storms away from his goliath companion, the lizardwoman seems to catch the gist of Alwin's words towards her and spins violently about to face the half-elven fighter, who for the briefest of moments thinks that the volatile sergeant is about to go for a weapon. Instead the lean milita officer spits words in fury, her articulation noticably more sibiliant as her anger mounts,'
"Sstop sspeaking, fool elf, or I will... Hsss... What do elvess care for hisstory except their own? While Heartsstar formss alliancess, banding peopless together, your kind sstand apart and judge uss, ssneering from your great foresstss! Misstakess, yess. Look to your own... and leave me BE!"
'Stunned by the vitriol of Leetha's tirade, Alwin all but melts beneath her venomous glare, turning away meekly to stutter his greeting to the militiawoman who pivots in the opposite direction and moves quickly to the militiaman nearest her, apparently either not wanting to be seen by her superior talking to the target of her ire, or perhaps simply too embarrassed on Alwin's behalf to speak to him right now.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
As Leetha starts to speak, Mazin's face has a shocked expression, taking a step back at the sudden verbal assault. As she continues her fiery admonishment, Mazin seems to just melt,; by the end, his head is hanging low and his shoulders are slumped. He lifts his head as she starts to walk away, as if he's about to say something, but nothing comes out.
Mazin turns to look at his compatriots, but averts his gaze. He heads to the back of the group, looking out away from the town, with his back to the party. He takes a deep, turns his head enough to speak with them "I..... seem to have .... upset.... the Sargent. Apologies." Standing tall, he stares out into the wilderness, away from the town and civilization.
DC 10 Insight Check on Mazin
The mention of "Goliath" is when Mazin appears to start getting sad during Leetha's tirade.
As he stands, staring off into the wilderness, you can tell that he is trying to put on a brave face. While he is standing tall, it is obviously forced.
Watching half the group getting verbally lashed by Leetha, Cinder avoids talking to her, watching Wazzock quietly speak to another guard off to the side. Mazin just stares at the woods after the tirade, but Alwin looks a bit worse for wear, so she’ll walk up to him and say, “Try not to let her words get you down. It’s not like they were directed at you. She was just talking about elves in the forests, where you definitely are not right now.” Nudging him a bit she smiles and says, “Maybe try to be yourself around people. You don’t need to put up a face to fit in, trust me it doesn’t work.”