"Glad to hear we're in familiar territory for you friend."Shishakli replies "Is there anything on the way we should be on the look out for? Dangerous, or perhaps helpful?"
Shuushar stops and looks around before replying to Shishakli “Take point once more you should as looking out for dangers I am not good at. A few places to stop along the way I remember but no knowing what lurks in the shadows. The safe walls of Sloobludop I can feel are close”
Cyndral falls into his traditional place near the back of the group with Sarith, not even trying to hide the worry on his face. Every ten minutes he pauses, gesturing for the rest to keep walking and that he'll catch up, and waits listening in the gloom for any sign of Gnarls and the Prince. After a while, he makes his way up to El, lightly tapping the bard on the shoulder.
"My friend, I know this may sound a bit silly and a bit rushed, but if our companions haven't made it back to us by the time we make camp this cycle... Would you sing them an elegy? We can't lay our fallen we leave behind to rest, but perhaps if they are gone, your voice can help them to find the light they couldn't find down here."
El, also lingering towards the back of the group, not really up for their usual lighthearted antics with likewise worry for their new companions. Slightly taken aback by Cyndral's request, El takes a moment to respond. They look at the half-elf, "I would happily sing or write a poem for their bravery, I'd hardly be much of a bard if I didn't, but I don't think I can make an elegy quite so soon." They pause for a moment, trying to find the correct words to explain, "Not only do I wish to hold out hope for my comanions but if I don't then their bravery is undermined by my lack of faith in them. I'll wait another 'cycle', so to speak, and they still have not returned I will consider writing an elegy. I mean imagine if they were to walk into camp only to hear me speak or sing of their tragic deaths!"
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Verim puts on a straight face. He charges onwards, lighting his shield in a white and yellow hue to light the way. Verim stands closer to the front, tilting and shifting his turban at first, then deciding to completely re-tie it. He looks back behind him to look at his comrades as he strides with purpose, mainly to reach civilisation. He trudges on, listening to the sounds ahead and the swarm of conversation behind, he keeps an ear close to the conversation and ahead, trying to keep as alert as possible.
Keeping his eyes very much infront however Verim watches his fellow companion. He watches Shishakli intently, almost inspecting in a research or experiment, he watches his feet and how he holds himself, the sounds of his shifting clothing and any mannerisms which shout out to him.
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Shuushar moves further forward in the group but makes sure that there are strong fighters around him “Point them out I will” he says, replying to Shishakli using the telepathic spores.
Everyones facial expressions look rather glum currently and although he doesn’t have much of a way of expressing himself, even Stool appears to be dragging his heels as he walks. Listening to the conversation, he speaks up “I agree. Lets not bury the thoughts of them just yet. Maybe they found a way to escape. We can all just hope that they’re alright. A song at some point would be nice though El. Something for us to sing in hopes of their return”
Verim watches the way that Shishakli moves, quickly and quietly, the way that his feet move on the ground, barley making a sound as they touch the ground. There is nothing magical or mysterious about it, there is just a lot of practice and training that has allowed him to move in such a way.
Over the next 5 days, the group continues to move at a normal pace through the tunnels and passage ways with Shishakli taking a lead on finding a route, Shuushar attempting to remember the way from his memory but occasionally struggling until he sees something that triggers a thought. He points out a few places where he had slept during his journey, some of which are a bit too questionable for sleeping, so a decision is made to possibly find somewhere else. JimJar and Eldeth remain on high alert towards the back of the group while Ront and Sarith stay in the middle.
You pass by more large luminous mushrooms, down dark and very tight passages, the Underdark is a very scary place but on a small amount of occasions, there is some beauty in this crazy place.
(OOC - I’m going to be offline for the rest of today and a good chunk of tomorrow. If anyone wants to have any conversations with one another as you travel then that’s fine, I just won’t be able to answer any quieries about rolls. The one roll I would asks someone other than Shishakli to do is a survival roll for each day of travel to be looking out for food)
Cyndral can only offer his friends a small defeated smile. The value of their optimism is plain, but two days alone in the Underdark with limited supplies, and hellhounds and Drow on their heels? The odds of that seemed beyond desperate. He trundles along, debating the matter in his mind, before declaring quietly, "I certainly hope that you have the right of it, but I suppose I'm guarded against hope to avoid disappointment. If they do return to us, then truly, it will be a sign that Torm really is guiding our path, and I'll ask Tobias to perform rites and formally make me a holder of his faith."
Shishakli doesn't join in the discussion, just going ahead and scouting, though this isn't to say the potential/likely loss of a friend isn't affecting him. Being on his own for so long this group has started to grow on him, even if he doesn't show it. And that halfling was quite the character... Though thus is the nature of relationships... they end... He sighs and continues to follow the trail.
El's determined optimism begins to wane as the time and distance between them and their allies continues to grow. They start to pick at the strings of their lute and being writing a tune to celebrate their companions' bravery. The notes they pick are light and strong but in the atmosphere seem almost sad.
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"Glad to hear we're in familiar territory for you friend." Shishakli replies "Is there anything on the way we should be on the look out for? Dangerous, or perhaps helpful?"
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Shuushar stops and looks around before replying to Shishakli “Take point once more you should as looking out for dangers I am not good at. A few places to stop along the way I remember but no knowing what lurks in the shadows. The safe walls of Sloobludop I can feel are close”
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Shishakli nods saying simply "Let us know of any safe havens as we go." and heads to the front, into the dark, to try and find the trail.
perception 18; stealth 13
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Cyndral falls into his traditional place near the back of the group with Sarith, not even trying to hide the worry on his face. Every ten minutes he pauses, gesturing for the rest to keep walking and that he'll catch up, and waits listening in the gloom for any sign of Gnarls and the Prince. After a while, he makes his way up to El, lightly tapping the bard on the shoulder.
"My friend, I know this may sound a bit silly and a bit rushed, but if our companions haven't made it back to us by the time we make camp this cycle... Would you sing them an elegy? We can't lay our fallen we leave behind to rest, but perhaps if they are gone, your voice can help them to find the light they couldn't find down here."
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El, also lingering towards the back of the group, not really up for their usual lighthearted antics with likewise worry for their new companions. Slightly taken aback by Cyndral's request, El takes a moment to respond. They look at the half-elf, "I would happily sing or write a poem for their bravery, I'd hardly be much of a bard if I didn't, but I don't think I can make an elegy quite so soon." They pause for a moment, trying to find the correct words to explain, "Not only do I wish to hold out hope for my comanions but if I don't then their bravery is undermined by my lack of faith in them. I'll wait another 'cycle', so to speak, and they still have not returned I will consider writing an elegy. I mean imagine if they were to walk into camp only to hear me speak or sing of their tragic deaths!"
Verim puts on a straight face. He charges onwards, lighting his shield in a white and yellow hue to light the way. Verim stands closer to the front, tilting and shifting his turban at first, then deciding to completely re-tie it. He looks back behind him to look at his comrades as he strides with purpose, mainly to reach civilisation. He trudges on, listening to the sounds ahead and the swarm of conversation behind, he keeps an ear close to the conversation and ahead, trying to keep as alert as possible.
Keeping his eyes very much infront however Verim watches his fellow companion. He watches Shishakli intently, almost inspecting in a research or experiment, he watches his feet and how he holds himself, the sounds of his shifting clothing and any mannerisms which shout out to him.
Perception Check
21
Insight Check on Shish (just for research)
9
Shuushar moves further forward in the group but makes sure that there are strong fighters around him “Point them out I will” he says, replying to Shishakli using the telepathic spores.
Everyones facial expressions look rather glum currently and although he doesn’t have much of a way of expressing himself, even Stool appears to be dragging his heels as he walks. Listening to the conversation, he speaks up “I agree. Lets not bury the thoughts of them just yet. Maybe they found a way to escape. We can all just hope that they’re alright. A song at some point would be nice though El. Something for us to sing in hopes of their return”
Verim watches the way that Shishakli moves, quickly and quietly, the way that his feet move on the ground, barley making a sound as they touch the ground. There is nothing magical or mysterious about it, there is just a lot of practice and training that has allowed him to move in such a way.
Over the next 5 days, the group continues to move at a normal pace through the tunnels and passage ways with Shishakli taking a lead on finding a route, Shuushar attempting to remember the way from his memory but occasionally struggling until he sees something that triggers a thought. He points out a few places where he had slept during his journey, some of which are a bit too questionable for sleeping, so a decision is made to possibly find somewhere else. JimJar and Eldeth remain on high alert towards the back of the group while Ront and Sarith stay in the middle.
You pass by more large luminous mushrooms, down dark and very tight passages, the Underdark is a very scary place but on a small amount of occasions, there is some beauty in this crazy place.
(OOC - I’m going to be offline for the rest of today and a good chunk of tomorrow. If anyone wants to have any conversations with one another as you travel then that’s fine, I just won’t be able to answer any quieries about rolls. The one roll I would asks someone other than Shishakli to do is a survival roll for each day of travel to be looking out for food)
Dungeon Master - PBP Lost Mine Of Phandelver (Closed)
Dungeon Master - PBP Out Of The Abyss (Closed)
Dungeon Master - The Chronicles Of Dantia (Home Game)
Forbi & Dorbi - Deep Gnome - Fighter/Rogue - PBP Into The Fire
Vosdred Ironeye - Hill Dwarf - Fighter/Wizard - PBP Game of the Last Chance
Cyndral can only offer his friends a small defeated smile. The value of their optimism is plain, but two days alone in the Underdark with limited supplies, and hellhounds and Drow on their heels? The odds of that seemed beyond desperate. He trundles along, debating the matter in his mind, before declaring quietly, "I certainly hope that you have the right of it, but I suppose I'm guarded against hope to avoid disappointment. If they do return to us, then truly, it will be a sign that Torm really is guiding our path, and I'll ask Tobias to perform rites and formally make me a holder of his faith."
Want more of my nonsense? Head over to https://bloodonthevine.podbean.com/ to listen to my DMing!
Shishakli doesn't join in the discussion, just going ahead and scouting, though this isn't to say the potential/likely loss of a friend isn't affecting him. Being on his own for so long this group has started to grow on him, even if he doesn't show it. And that halfling was quite the character... Though thus is the nature of relationships... they end... He sighs and continues to follow the trail.
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El's determined optimism begins to wane as the time and distance between them and their allies continues to grow. They start to pick at the strings of their lute and being writing a tune to celebrate their companions' bravery. The notes they pick are light and strong but in the atmosphere seem almost sad.