Seeing the strange re-arrangement of stones, Alus tries to think if there might be some natural occurrence he knows of that could explain this phenomenon.
Nature Check: 11 (rolled in Discord)
He will also cast Detect Magic in case the stones have been enchanted or are concealing a magical ward or trap. He will scan his surroundings for the duration for any magical ping.
For the duration, you sense the presence of magic within 30 feet of you. If you sense magic in this way, you can use your action to see a faint aura around any visible creature or object in the area that bears magic, and you learn its school of magic, if any.
The spell can penetrate most barriers, but it is blocked by 1 foot of stone, 1 inch of common metal, a thin sheet of lead, or 3 feet of wood or dirt.
Derrikoth reins Josephus in, gazing briefly at the rocks before speaking, "I have heard that stone giants build great works of art out of stone. Perhaps this was built by a baby stone giant?"
Alus' spell of magic detection picks up some faint, lingering aura of conjuration magic about the site of the ruin. It is faded—little more than an old, residual impression.
Besides this lingering magical impression, Alus senses the magical belongings in the party.
With nothing else to see here, and the weather getting unseasonably cold today, Noanar's Hold is a welcome thought.
It takes you a good deal of the afternoon, but after maintaining a steady pace you roll towards the tiny settlement, nestled in the outskirts of the High Forest. A crumbling keep overlooks the little village, and an old lodge (in obvious need of some maintenance) rests on a rise at the far end of the settlement, amid the low stone cottages and stables. Further on you see some small farms, but they look like they might be abandoned.
You may have heard that Noanar's Hold once attracted wealthy hunters, but from the looks of things, the town has more recently fallen on hard times. You see a couple villagers tending their gardens, but they walk briskly towards their houses when they see you approaching and shut themselves in.
If the construct could frown, she would have at the dilapidated conditions of the town and how the villagers scurried away at the sight of them. "Hmm... Maybe there is a bar or tavern about we could ask around in?"
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When you enter the White Hart Inn, the first thing you might notice is that the creaky building is well maintained on the inside, offering a bit of grandeur in an otherwise rustic setting. The innkeeper is a little Chondathan man who courteously introduces himself in a squeaky voice: “Avgar Filroy, at your service!”
A broom pushes itself across the lodge's floor in the other room, and chairs pull themselves out as you approach as if to invite you to sit. Dishes and glasses likewise are being shined by rags as if held by invisible hands behind the bar.
"My... companions and I are looking to find lodging for at least the night, and we have a package to deliver to one 'Amrath Mulnobar', although there is no great rush so we would be delighted to eat first."
"Yeah, food sounds boss right now. Also--I am guessing not, but if you know anyone in town who may have some jewelry for sale--that would be great too. In the market for some rings. Oh and hey--any idea what those weird piles of stone on the road here are all about? Did y'all do that?"
Avgar Filroy nods and, rather quickly, says “Ah, Amrath? He’s the castellan of the keep over there. Knock on the door, he’ll answer.”
Returning to his normal courteous manner, he asks you to have a seat wherever you’d like, and he calls for dinner, which comes flying over in pots that seem to be carried by no one. The pots set themselves down on the table—onions and root vegetables roasted with some sort of game.
In the meantime, he answers your questions to the best of his ability in his squeaky voice. “Market! I’m afraid the nearest one is days away. Don’t get much call for jewelry out here, heheh. Everlund is probably your closest bet, although if you’re looking for something particularly magical, Silverymoon is likely to be the place for you.”
Regarding the piles of stone, he simply shakes his head. “Not sure what you’re talking about. Whereabouts was this?”
"Erm. Well alright, then. The rock piles were out by the ruins. A little concerning none of y'all know about them." Alus turns to try to address the unseen servant touting the veggies. "Uh, thanks, invisi-dude." Confused, but hungry, he begins to scarf the food on offer. Then, with a mouthful of vegetables, he turns to his companions. "To the Castellan, then?"
As Alus speaks with his mouth full, Derrikoth raises one finger as if to say, 'stop,' and puts a hand on top of Alus's head and on his chin and forces him to make a chewing motion.
"First chew, then swallow, then speak. Don't do them all at once."
Alus takes the time to slowly chew his mouthful, and then swallows. Then he opens is mouth wide to show Derri he has swallowed it all, saying "ahhhhhh" as he does it. The he says, quite sincerely
"Good tip, bud. Thanks! I'll keep that in mind. Sometimes I don't even really think about that stuff! Good to know you care about me not choking on my food. I care about you too bruh."
"To the Castellan, then?" He takes another bite and chews it loudly.
Mr. Filroy thinks for a moment. “There are lots of ruins round here. But none that I can think of contain any rock piles. Though, speaking of ruins, I have heard reports of giants demolishing old ruins south of here.” The small man shrugs. “Strange times we live in. But I’ll leave you to your business!”
About that time, the door opens and three men enter. They appear wealthy and possibly related—middle-aged, Illuskan heritage, all wearing the same crest on their fine clothing.
“The finest evening, gentlemen!” Filroy goes off to attend to them. “Welcome to the White Hart. Dinner for you? A room?”
Genny gives a little giggle at the elf. "Never change, Alus, never change." When the men enter the building, the construct notices the dragonborns sudden discomfort and as Astra asks him what was wrong, Genny tries to listen in on Filroy's conversation with the noblemen.
Perception (roll made on discord): 22
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Seeing the strange re-arrangement of stones, Alus tries to think if there might be some natural occurrence he knows of that could explain this phenomenon.
Nature Check: 11 (rolled in Discord)
He will also cast Detect Magic in case the stones have been enchanted or are concealing a magical ward or trap. He will scan his surroundings for the duration for any magical ping.
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Derrikoth reins Josephus in, gazing briefly at the rocks before speaking, "I have heard that stone giants build great works of art out of stone. Perhaps this was built by a baby stone giant?"
"Sure, I guess."
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Alus' spell of magic detection picks up some faint, lingering aura of conjuration magic about the site of the ruin. It is faded—little more than an old, residual impression.
Besides this lingering magical impression, Alus senses the magical belongings in the party.
With nothing else to see here, and the weather getting unseasonably cold today, Noanar's Hold is a welcome thought.
It takes you a good deal of the afternoon, but after maintaining a steady pace you roll towards the tiny settlement, nestled in the outskirts of the High Forest. A crumbling keep overlooks the little village, and an old lodge (in obvious need of some maintenance) rests on a rise at the far end of the settlement, amid the low stone cottages and stables. Further on you see some small farms, but they look like they might be abandoned.
You may have heard that Noanar's Hold once attracted wealthy hunters, but from the looks of things, the town has more recently fallen on hard times. You see a couple villagers tending their gardens, but they walk briskly towards their houses when they see you approaching and shut themselves in.
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Astra looks confused as people shut themselves inside their houses. "That hasn't happened before. We should go find out what's wrong here."
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If the construct could frown, she would have at the dilapidated conditions of the town and how the villagers scurried away at the sight of them. "Hmm... Maybe there is a bar or tavern about we could ask around in?"
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Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
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The lodge, which you are able to identify by means of a wooden sign as the “White Hart Inn,” is open to you. The lights are on inside.
Each house in the tiny hamlet seems closed to you, though of course you could knock on any of their doors.
The stone and lumber keep on the hill is a third place you could look and/or ask.
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"I think that we should start with the White Hart Inn."
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Derrikoth rides Josephus up to the door of the inn, dismounting before entering and looking around to see if he can find the proprietor.
When you enter the White Hart Inn, the first thing you might notice is that the creaky building is well maintained on the inside, offering a bit of grandeur in an otherwise rustic setting. The innkeeper is a little Chondathan man who courteously introduces himself in a squeaky voice: “Avgar Filroy, at your service!”
A broom pushes itself across the lodge's floor in the other room, and chairs pull themselves out as you approach as if to invite you to sit. Dishes and glasses likewise are being shined by rags as if held by invisible hands behind the bar.
“Can I get you anything?” Filroy asks you.
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"My... companions and I are looking to find lodging for at least the night, and we have a package to deliver to one 'Amrath Mulnobar', although there is no great rush so we would be delighted to eat first."
Alus breathes deeply upon entering the inn, hoping to catch a whiff of something delicious being cooked.
Perception: 24
"Yeah, food sounds boss right now. Also--I am guessing not, but if you know anyone in town who may have some jewelry for sale--that would be great too. In the market for some rings. Oh and hey--any idea what those weird piles of stone on the road here are all about? Did y'all do that?"
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Avgar Filroy nods and, rather quickly, says “Ah, Amrath? He’s the castellan of the keep over there. Knock on the door, he’ll answer.”
Returning to his normal courteous manner, he asks you to have a seat wherever you’d like, and he calls for dinner, which comes flying over in pots that seem to be carried by no one. The pots set themselves down on the table—onions and root vegetables roasted with some sort of game.
In the meantime, he answers your questions to the best of his ability in his squeaky voice. “Market! I’m afraid the nearest one is days away. Don’t get much call for jewelry out here, heheh. Everlund is probably your closest bet, although if you’re looking for something particularly magical, Silverymoon is likely to be the place for you.”
Regarding the piles of stone, he simply shakes his head. “Not sure what you’re talking about. Whereabouts was this?”
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"Erm. Well alright, then. The rock piles were out by the ruins. A little concerning none of y'all know about them." Alus turns to try to address the unseen servant touting the veggies. "Uh, thanks, invisi-dude." Confused, but hungry, he begins to scarf the food on offer. Then, with a mouthful of vegetables, he turns to his companions. "To the Castellan, then?"
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
As Alus speaks with his mouth full, Derrikoth raises one finger as if to say, 'stop,' and puts a hand on top of Alus's head and on his chin and forces him to make a chewing motion.
"First chew, then swallow, then speak. Don't do them all at once."
Alus takes the time to slowly chew his mouthful, and then swallows. Then he opens is mouth wide to show Derri he has swallowed it all, saying "ahhhhhh" as he does it. The he says, quite sincerely
"Good tip, bud. Thanks! I'll keep that in mind. Sometimes I don't even really think about that stuff! Good to know you care about me not choking on my food. I care about you too bruh."
"To the Castellan, then?" He takes another bite and chews it loudly.
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Mr. Filroy thinks for a moment. “There are lots of ruins round here. But none that I can think of contain any rock piles. Though, speaking of ruins, I have heard reports of giants demolishing old ruins south of here.” The small man shrugs. “Strange times we live in. But I’ll leave you to your business!”
About that time, the door opens and three men enter. They appear wealthy and possibly related—middle-aged, Illuskan heritage, all wearing the same crest on their fine clothing.
“The finest evening, gentlemen!” Filroy goes off to attend to them. “Welcome to the White Hart. Dinner for you? A room?”
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As Derrikoth sees other nobles, he turns away from them, trying to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible.
Astra becomes attentive when she sees Derrikoth try to hide himself. "What's wrong? Are there hostiles here?"
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Genny gives a little giggle at the elf. "Never change, Alus, never change." When the men enter the building, the construct notices the dragonborns sudden discomfort and as Astra asks him what was wrong, Genny tries to listen in on Filroy's conversation with the noblemen.
Perception (roll made on discord): 22
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