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At the sound of grunting Angelus kicks his spear up into his hand, fear being pushed deep down by a now familiar creeping stillness, ever since his resurrection the surge of adrenaline brought about this haunting peace, but he could never seem to get used to it. He looks at his companions for a moment before shifting his grip on the spear and slowly walking towards the burrow's entrance
At the sound of grunting Angelus kicks his spear up into his hand, fear being pushed deep down by a now familiar creeping stillness, ever since his resurrection the surge of adrenaline brought about this haunting peace, but he could never seem to get used to it. He looks at his companions for a moment before shifting his grip on the spear and slowly walking towards the burrow's entrance
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he moves steadily towards the entrance to the burrow
Avi talon steps quickly to flank the other side of the cave entrance as Angelus makes an approach. Avi points to his mouth, waits a moment and points at his fist then raises his brow at Angelus; trying to get across whether he wants to talk with the unknown or just jump it?
You see a tan olive-skinned half elven man covered in wounds, crawling in the dirt towards you. He has scraggly sun-bleached hair, and his light gray eyes are piercing through a furious scowl.
To Petroth:
You see a thin half-wood elf with coppery skin and purple eyes, ocean blue hair tied back sporting a slightly uneven beard. With a spear at the ready.
(Firstly, I apologize for formatting, I’m currently out of town and don’t have my laptop with me)
Petroth looks up, fingers digging into the ground as if preparing to pounce. Seeing the spear aimed directly at him, he raises to one knee and bows his head, hands now raised up. His face a mix of desperation and defeat.
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Avi remains silent on the flank. Attention being on Angelus for the moment he looks a bit closer at the mans wounds to see how they may have been obtained. Was he in combat, did he tumble down a rocky hill or get caught in a cave in? Was he perhaps one of the thieves they were looking for? Avi was growing more curious by the moment... why was this man crawling out of the orc stores?
Rionach shrieks at the sight of the bloody man. She had been consumed previously staring at a cloud of birds soaring in the sky and had missed the previous noises her traveling companions had encountered.
The sight of the clearly desperate man brings Angelus back to his senses, and he lowers his spear slightly, tho he keeps it level with the the half elf " well, you don't look like food stores, or an orc guard, what are you doing out here? and what did that to you" wiggling his spear to indicate thew various wounds on the man's body, tho midway thru he pivots quickly at the sound of his companion's shriek, ready to throw his spear
Avi quickly steps back into a fighting stance at the sound of the shrieks. His staff seems to appear in his hand as his head pivots this way and that. He shifts his legs left and then right, his head starting to pivot quicker as he looks for something that might be attacking. Perhaps a verbal approach. "What? Where is the source of your terror?" Basically asking Rionach why she is screaming and what needs to be done to make it stop.
You see nothing but dead blackened trees all around and a few black birds flying away to the southwest. A sudden, strong cold breeze catches the hem of your clothes and curls through your hair and feathers, and it causes the tree limbs above to clack against each other like bones.
Rionach gulps, sheepish, as the business end of Angelus' spear swings her way. She reigns in her terror enough to realize that Avi is speaking to her.
"This is awful! I hate it! Look at him!" She gestures wildly at the bloodied man in front of them. "We could end up like that! All of us."
The bitter chill of the wind exacerbates the pit of cold fear in her stomach. She breathes deeply trying to collect herself. "I'm sorry. I should have not yelled out like that. The orcs probably know we're here now."
Her neck flushes red in embarrassment. This is not the kind of excitement and thrill that her father spoke of on his grand, adventuring days. So far she was having an awful go at it.
The injured man introduces himself as Petroth, and explains that he was attacked by frogmen with a cart filled with barrels and crates. He dove into the cave to escape with his life.
When you investigate the cave, you find that it has been completely cleared except for two dead orcs- one male and one female- and they are dressed in similar attire to guards from the town.
Outside of the cave, you can easily see the cart and frogmen tracks leading farther north. The sun is beginning to set, and you know that you won't make it back to town before nightfall.
Avi squints in the direction the tracks lead. "Frogmen attacking orc stores... it's got to mean something." He turns back to Petroth again now that the screaming mystery has been solved. "You are injured, but we need to track this cart while it is still fresh. We don't know if they will try to cover their trail soon." Avi looks to Angelus and then Rionach. "Do either of you have a way to heal this one? Or should we just leave him?"
"No, I don't think we should leave him. That wouldn't be right." She slowly approaches the man. He has not posed a threat so far, and she is keen to believe his story. His wounds do not look self-inflicted or as a cover-up for a scheme. She lays a hand on his shoulder to get his attention when suddenly bright flecks of light shoot from her fingertip, flow into the man's body and disappear.
"W-what's happening?!" she exclaims, feeling her chest heat up with warm energy. It doesn't feel bad, necessarily--just strange and disorienting. What is going on? I have never felt like this before, she wonders to herself.
(Aasamir feats: Heal a creature your level HP with touch as an action 1/day = 12 HP)
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Ríonach Faughn -Protector Aasimar Paladin
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At the sound of grunting Angelus kicks his spear up into his hand, fear being pushed deep down by a now familiar creeping stillness, ever since his resurrection the surge of adrenaline brought about this haunting peace, but he could never seem to get used to it. He looks at his companions for a moment before shifting his grip on the spear and slowly walking towards the burrow's entrance
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Roll Perception!
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he moves steadily towards the entrance to the burrow
Avi talon steps quickly to flank the other side of the cave entrance as Angelus makes an approach. Avi points to his mouth, waits a moment and points at his fist then raises his brow at Angelus; trying to get across whether he wants to talk with the unknown or just jump it?
Aviar the Aarakocra, Shadow Monk
To Angelus:
You see a tan olive-skinned half elven man covered in wounds, crawling in the dirt towards you. He has scraggly sun-bleached hair, and his light gray eyes are piercing through a furious scowl.
To Petroth:
You see a thin half-wood elf with coppery skin and purple eyes, ocean blue hair tied back sporting a slightly uneven beard. With a spear at the ready.
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(Firstly, I apologize for formatting, I’m currently out of town and don’t have my laptop with me)
Petroth looks up, fingers digging into the ground as if preparing to pounce. Seeing the spear aimed directly at him, he raises to one knee and bows his head, hands now raised up. His face a mix of desperation and defeat.
”I yield! I yield!”
Avi remains silent on the flank. Attention being on Angelus for the moment he looks a bit closer at the mans wounds to see how they may have been obtained. Was he in combat, did he tumble down a rocky hill or get caught in a cave in? Was he perhaps one of the thieves they were looking for? Avi was growing more curious by the moment... why was this man crawling out of the orc stores?
Perception 15
Aviar the Aarakocra, Shadow Monk
To Avi:
He has puncture wounds and slashes. He is bloodied. He seems earnest in his supplications.
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To Angelus:
"Please, Please... I'm sorry if this is your cave. I had to escape, they were going to kill me! I had to get away. Please, let me go."
Petroth stands hands above his head staring directly into Angelus' eyes though they occasionally flash over to meet Avi's.
Rionach shrieks at the sight of the bloody man. She had been consumed previously staring at a cloud of birds soaring in the sky and had missed the previous noises her traveling companions had encountered.
Ríonach Faughn - Protector Aasimar Paladin
The sight of the clearly desperate man brings Angelus back to his senses, and he lowers his spear slightly, tho he keeps it level with the the half elf " well, you don't look like food stores, or an orc guard, what are you doing out here? and what did that to you" wiggling his spear to indicate thew various wounds on the man's body, tho midway thru he pivots quickly at the sound of his companion's shriek, ready to throw his spear
Avi quickly steps back into a fighting stance at the sound of the shrieks. His staff seems to appear in his hand as his head pivots this way and that. He shifts his legs left and then right, his head starting to pivot quicker as he looks for something that might be attacking. Perhaps a verbal approach. "What? Where is the source of your terror?" Basically asking Rionach why she is screaming and what needs to be done to make it stop.
Aviar the Aarakocra, Shadow Monk
To Avi and Angelus:
You see nothing but dead blackened trees all around and a few black birds flying away to the southwest. A sudden, strong cold breeze catches the hem of your clothes and curls through your hair and feathers, and it causes the tree limbs above to clack against each other like bones.
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Rionach gulps, sheepish, as the business end of Angelus' spear swings her way. She reigns in her terror enough to realize that Avi is speaking to her.
"This is awful! I hate it! Look at him!" She gestures wildly at the bloodied man in front of them. "We could end up like that! All of us."
The bitter chill of the wind exacerbates the pit of cold fear in her stomach. She breathes deeply trying to collect herself. "I'm sorry. I should have not yelled out like that. The orcs probably know we're here now."
Her neck flushes red in embarrassment. This is not the kind of excitement and thrill that her father spoke of on his grand, adventuring days. So far she was having an awful go at it.
Ríonach Faughn - Protector Aasimar Paladin
The injured man introduces himself as Petroth, and explains that he was attacked by frogmen with a cart filled with barrels and crates. He dove into the cave to escape with his life.
When you investigate the cave, you find that it has been completely cleared except for two dead orcs- one male and one female- and they are dressed in similar attire to guards from the town.
Outside of the cave, you can easily see the cart and frogmen tracks leading farther north. The sun is beginning to set, and you know that you won't make it back to town before nightfall.
What do you do?
DM of "A Wilder Song" Play-by-Post
Avi squints in the direction the tracks lead. "Frogmen attacking orc stores... it's got to mean something." He turns back to Petroth again now that the screaming mystery has been solved. "You are injured, but we need to track this cart while it is still fresh. We don't know if they will try to cover their trail soon." Avi looks to Angelus and then Rionach. "Do either of you have a way to heal this one? Or should we just leave him?"
Aviar the Aarakocra, Shadow Monk
"No, I don't think we should leave him. That wouldn't be right." She slowly approaches the man. He has not posed a threat so far, and she is keen to believe his story. His wounds do not look self-inflicted or as a cover-up for a scheme. She lays a hand on his shoulder to get his attention when suddenly bright flecks of light shoot from her fingertip, flow into the man's body and disappear.
"W-what's happening?!" she exclaims, feeling her chest heat up with warm energy. It doesn't feel bad, necessarily--just strange and disorienting. What is going on? I have never felt like this before, she wonders to herself.
(Aasamir feats: Heal a creature your level HP with touch as an action 1/day = 12 HP)
Ríonach Faughn - Protector Aasimar Paladin