Catching his breath, Arwin finally reaches the group's edge. "My my, I am more out of shape then I thought, what do we have here-- ah, AHHHH!" Arwin frantically swiping his arms widly at the gathering mass of mosquitoes that bite him. When they finally clear he notices movement among the vines and plants nearby, "Oh, I am most certainly not prepared for this!"
Despite his old age, Arwin's hands move quickly and precisely in the threat of danger. He deftly pulls a small piece of leather from his component pouch and in one swift motion begins drawing runes of protection in the air in front of him. The leather piece begins to expand and become almost ethereal in nature as from it springs pieces of armor that snap into place over Arwin's body. He then tries to move into as much of a defensive position as his old legs can carry him to.
As the spiders start to retreat, Landrae curses at them for their sudden appearance and immediate retreat. "Get your overly hairy legs back down here and answer for these cobwebs in my hair!!!" Shouting at them as though the attacks upon the party were a mere inconvenience compared to the trouble of correcting her appearance.
Quickly turning her attention back to the folks left around her, and the two that took the brunt of the attack, she add cheerily "Do either of you need help with those wounds? It's not my forte but I can slap a small amount of healing magic on you if you need it."
Arwin looking dazed and severly hurt, "Hah.. got you good.. errr.." He looks at the remainder of his group, "If we keep a lookout we may find where they took Talis.." he then begins casting a spell.
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Azrael will just walk over to where Talis was and begin to look for any clues that might indicate where he was taken, listening to the conversation as it occurs in the background.
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After a moments pause, with no enemies reappearing, Arwin relaxes and ends his casting. "Well, what a way to start things off." He holds a hand to his wound, grimacing in pain, "I could definitely use some help with this, if you're able to. And I am sorry for my delay, it seems I was left behind by my own doing. I am Arwin, a studied wizard." Sweat beading down his face Arwin slowly moves in the direction of the now abandoned golems and looks up into the trees for signs of Talis.
Jin will move around the golems when they do not respond to anything, keeping his weapon at the ready as he commands Cog to keep up with him. "So now we must either find the scribe or head back to report his loss.."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"How does that look on us, then, that we've lost a functionary? I say we press on, maybe if we find something at the wreck site, it'll soften the blow of losing Talis." Zephyr, seeing nothing from 20 feet off the ground, slowly descends as he continues. "Jin, if you can't speak to those little clockworks, in, y'know, clicks and whirrs, is there anything useful we can scavenge off them?"
"I do not have the ability to speak to constructs other then Cog here." Jin says as he lets his mechanical hound on the shoulderl. "It is possible that I could perhaps scavenge something but if th scribe is still out there I doubt he would approve of us messing with them."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"You an I both Arwin, but better we caught up late than never eh? After all, if you weren't here then someone important could have been attacked instead." Landrae's words hint at a jibe, but her tone is playful, making the jest overly apparent. These new companions might not take to her abrasive humour immediately, and she reminds herself that tense conditions tend to cloud people's better judgement when it comes to understanding a joke.
Landrae wanders over to Arwin, laying her hand lightly on his wound and humming lightly to herself; a warming glow gently permeates her skin, and spreads over damaged are on the old wizard. She smiles at him as she hums, and then the glow fades, "How's that?"
Looking around at the aftermath of the fight, and catching Zephyr's words, she pipes up. "I think we would be better served by trying to bring the scribe back safely, or recovering his body at the least. Unless any of us are privy as to what Talis was supposed to be recording on the way to the wreck? Otherwise who knows whether we are bringing back what we were sent out for? If this is an example of the welcome we are likely to receive in these parts, then I think we would be better to proceed with caution. We probably should have seen the warning signs for that danger before we lost the scribe and gained three footstools!"
Arwin chuckles mildly at Landrae's jab, though pain from the wound forces him to stifle it early. He then responds in agreement with Landrae, "I would like to keep looking for Talis, going back so early in our journey to report loss may not be the best first impression. However, I'd suggest we do so while paying more attention to our surroundings. Those spiders were nasty."
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"That's fair - if one of you knows which way they took our scribe, I can take point and keep an eye out for potential surprises." Zephyr looks a bit winded, and he keeps rubbing the bug bites on his neck.
Checking for traps, rolling Perception at disadvantage due to Exhaustion:
With the enlarged arachnids gone, the party slowly rally's on a plan of opportunity. Deciding to push forward in search of Scribe Talis. Leaving the immobile form of the three golems behind, Zephyr begins to move his way to the front as the group slowly continues in the direction of the wretched masts. The expedition is slow paced as the party is ever-wary for more ambushes and the twisting descent through the undergrowth constantly forces the party to take alternate routes from the dense formations of growth.
With the daylight beginning to burn away as it reaches mid-afternoon/early-evening, the dense foliage begins to slowly melt away into tall overgrown weeds and the cloying scent of honey which plays at the senses. A quick inspection leads to the discovery that the scent is emanating from the tall grasses themselves. Within minutes, the scent is pungent enough to cause any who have a sense of smell to suffer headaches and occasionally dribbles of blood from the powering stench. By now the visual of the wrecked vessel appears in the distance. Perched on top of a crumbling structure of unknown origin, it almost appears as if the vessel has been berthed on top of the crumbling mounds of red-clay bricks.
The structure appears at a quick estimate to be easily over 200 feet in height and roughly as wide with several natural breaks and damage segments creating lazy mounds of broken masonry. Thick, vine and web covered walls surround the structure. The perimeter broken only by the sickening sight of imperfect towers that somehow appear to be perfectly molded together despite no single irregular stone matching the other. Curves and corners do not appear to follow symmetry let alone logical geometry yet despite this, the towers stand around the perimeter. Numbering eight in total, one has collapsed where the front part of the vessel appears to have rammed it down.
Looking back towards the vessel, its shape partially lit up by the receding daylight, the rigging, or what had appeared as rigging from the distance is in fact thick clusters of silk thread. Caught in it are hundreds of shriveled cocoons, many burst open or limp. Amongst them, one which appears much lighter in complexion, as if recently spun, is slowly wriggling. Thick bundles of the silk webs connect like tubers, the vessels damaged hull to the nearby towers and the damaged masonry it has found itself perched which draw attention to the as-of-now only visible clusters of eggs wrapped in silken sacks which cluster around the base of the hull like barnacles.
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Landrae stares at the vessel in awe, taking in the silken webbing and the slightly sickening cocoons. "Well, I think we found anrachnotopia... Keep eyes open in every direction. Can anyone burn away some of the threads, I wouldn't want to risk losing a blade, a boot, or Cog to them being overly tacky."
"Use a torch to burn through it. But I would be wary of doing that as I would rather notnhave a swarm of those things we attempted to fight earlier descend upon us." Jin says as he keeps his weapon and shield at the ready, keeping his hound close at all times.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Azrael just takes the structure and webs in "I think there may be more than three." He just draws his sword "I agree - doing anything to the webs may end up with a bunch of those things as our throat. We may need to split into two teams to deal with this, one that goes straight and the other that comes from the side."
"Well, whatever we do, we'd better do it fast. I'm willing to bet that wriggler up there is our boy." Zephyr points at one of the wrapped masses, and as he does, he stumbles a bit. "I'd rather stick together, though, I'm still feeling a little out of sorts from the damnable insects around here."
"Aye, I'd rather we all stuck close too. I simply can't imagine what terrors being in a cocoon would reap upon these lustrous locks! Let's move carefully, if we are trying to avoid the webbing entirely, then I'm sure we can come up with a creative way to free the wriggler."
Catching his breath, Arwin finally reaches the group's edge. "My my, I am more out of shape then I thought, what do we have here-- ah, AHHHH!" Arwin frantically swiping his arms widly at the gathering mass of mosquitoes that bite him. When they finally clear he notices movement among the vines and plants nearby, "Oh, I am most certainly not prepared for this!"
Constitution Save: 14
Initiative: 18
Shot fires off both his pistols at the spider nearest to him, letting out an angry SKRAAK! as he pulls the triggers.
Attack: 20 Damage: 7
Attack(offhand): 18 Damage: 3
Crit: 3
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Despite his old age, Arwin's hands move quickly and precisely in the threat of danger. He deftly pulls a small piece of leather from his component pouch and in one swift motion begins drawing runes of protection in the air in front of him. The leather piece begins to expand and become almost ethereal in nature as from it springs pieces of armor that snap into place over Arwin's body. He then tries to move into as much of a defensive position as his old legs can carry him to.
Action: Mage Armor
Move: 15ft away and into cover if possible. (Assuming difficult terrain)
Valie pulls out her bow and shoots at the spider closest to her. "Oh this isn't good."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
As the spiders start to retreat, Landrae curses at them for their sudden appearance and immediate retreat. "Get your overly hairy legs back down here and answer for these cobwebs in my hair!!!" Shouting at them as though the attacks upon the party were a mere inconvenience compared to the trouble of correcting her appearance.
Quickly turning her attention back to the folks left around her, and the two that took the brunt of the attack, she add cheerily "Do either of you need help with those wounds? It's not my forte but I can slap a small amount of healing magic on you if you need it."
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Arwin looking dazed and severly hurt, "Hah.. got you good.. errr.." He looks at the remainder of his group, "If we keep a lookout we may find where they took Talis.." he then begins casting a spell.
Combat.
Azrael will just walk over to where Talis was and begin to look for any clues that might indicate where he was taken, listening to the conversation as it occurs in the background.
investigation check for clues: 22
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
After a moments pause, with no enemies reappearing, Arwin relaxes and ends his casting. "Well, what a way to start things off." He holds a hand to his wound, grimacing in pain, "I could definitely use some help with this, if you're able to. And I am sorry for my delay, it seems I was left behind by my own doing. I am Arwin, a studied wizard." Sweat beading down his face Arwin slowly moves in the direction of the now abandoned golems and looks up into the trees for signs of Talis.
Perception: 15
Jin will move around the golems when they do not respond to anything, keeping his weapon at the ready as he commands Cog to keep up with him. "So now we must either find the scribe or head back to report his loss.."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"How does that look on us, then, that we've lost a functionary? I say we press on, maybe if we find something at the wreck site, it'll soften the blow of losing Talis." Zephyr, seeing nothing from 20 feet off the ground, slowly descends as he continues. "Jin, if you can't speak to those little clockworks, in, y'know, clicks and whirrs, is there anything useful we can scavenge off them?"
"I do not have the ability to speak to constructs other then Cog here." Jin says as he lets his mechanical hound on the shoulderl. "It is possible that I could perhaps scavenge something but if th scribe is still out there I doubt he would approve of us messing with them."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"You an I both Arwin, but better we caught up late than never eh? After all, if you weren't here then someone important could have been attacked instead." Landrae's words hint at a jibe, but her tone is playful, making the jest overly apparent. These new companions might not take to her abrasive humour immediately, and she reminds herself that tense conditions tend to cloud people's better judgement when it comes to understanding a joke.
Landrae wanders over to Arwin, laying her hand lightly on his wound and humming lightly to herself; a warming glow gently permeates her skin, and spreads over damaged are on the old wizard. She smiles at him as she hums, and then the glow fades, "How's that?"
Looking around at the aftermath of the fight, and catching Zephyr's words, she pipes up. "I think we would be better served by trying to bring the scribe back safely, or recovering his body at the least. Unless any of us are privy as to what Talis was supposed to be recording on the way to the wreck? Otherwise who knows whether we are bringing back what we were sent out for? If this is an example of the welcome we are likely to receive in these parts, then I think we would be better to proceed with caution. We probably should have seen the warning signs for that danger before we lost the scribe and gained three footstools!"
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Arwin chuckles mildly at Landrae's jab, though pain from the wound forces him to stifle it early. He then responds in agreement with Landrae, "I would like to keep looking for Talis, going back so early in our journey to report loss may not be the best first impression. However, I'd suggest we do so while paying more attention to our surroundings. Those spiders were nasty."
"That's fair - if one of you knows which way they took our scribe, I can take point and keep an eye out for potential surprises." Zephyr looks a bit winded, and he keeps rubbing the bug bites on his neck.
Checking for traps, rolling Perception at disadvantage due to Exhaustion:
22
With the enlarged arachnids gone, the party slowly rally's on a plan of opportunity. Deciding to push forward in search of Scribe Talis. Leaving the immobile form of the three golems behind, Zephyr begins to move his way to the front as the group slowly continues in the direction of the wretched masts. The expedition is slow paced as the party is ever-wary for more ambushes and the twisting descent through the undergrowth constantly forces the party to take alternate routes from the dense formations of growth.
With the daylight beginning to burn away as it reaches mid-afternoon/early-evening, the dense foliage begins to slowly melt away into tall overgrown weeds and the cloying scent of honey which plays at the senses. A quick inspection leads to the discovery that the scent is emanating from the tall grasses themselves. Within minutes, the scent is pungent enough to cause any who have a sense of smell to suffer headaches and occasionally dribbles of blood from the powering stench. By now the visual of the wrecked vessel appears in the distance. Perched on top of a crumbling structure of unknown origin, it almost appears as if the vessel has been berthed on top of the crumbling mounds of red-clay bricks.
The structure appears at a quick estimate to be easily over 200 feet in height and roughly as wide with several natural breaks and damage segments creating lazy mounds of broken masonry. Thick, vine and web covered walls surround the structure. The perimeter broken only by the sickening sight of imperfect towers that somehow appear to be perfectly molded together despite no single irregular stone matching the other. Curves and corners do not appear to follow symmetry let alone logical geometry yet despite this, the towers stand around the perimeter. Numbering eight in total, one has collapsed where the front part of the vessel appears to have rammed it down.
Looking back towards the vessel, its shape partially lit up by the receding daylight, the rigging, or what had appeared as rigging from the distance is in fact thick clusters of silk thread. Caught in it are hundreds of shriveled cocoons, many burst open or limp. Amongst them, one which appears much lighter in complexion, as if recently spun, is slowly wriggling. Thick bundles of the silk webs connect like tubers, the vessels damaged hull to the nearby towers and the damaged masonry it has found itself perched which draw attention to the as-of-now only visible clusters of eggs wrapped in silken sacks which cluster around the base of the hull like barnacles.
Lord Knight Commander of the Rahlian Iron Guard, Provost Marshal of the 1st Expeditionary Force
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Landrae stares at the vessel in awe, taking in the silken webbing and the slightly sickening cocoons. "Well, I think we found anrachnotopia... Keep eyes open in every direction. Can anyone burn away some of the threads, I wouldn't want to risk losing a blade, a boot, or Cog to them being overly tacky."
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
"Use a torch to burn through it. But I would be wary of doing that as I would rather notnhave a swarm of those things we attempted to fight earlier descend upon us." Jin says as he keeps his weapon and shield at the ready, keeping his hound close at all times.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Azrael just takes the structure and webs in "I think there may be more than three." He just draws his sword "I agree - doing anything to the webs may end up with a bunch of those things as our throat. We may need to split into two teams to deal with this, one that goes straight and the other that comes from the side."
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
"Well, whatever we do, we'd better do it fast. I'm willing to bet that wriggler up there is our boy." Zephyr points at one of the wrapped masses, and as he does, he stumbles a bit. "I'd rather stick together, though, I'm still feeling a little out of sorts from the damnable insects around here."
"Aye, I'd rather we all stuck close too. I simply can't imagine what terrors being in a cocoon would reap upon these lustrous locks! Let's move carefully, if we are trying to avoid the webbing entirely, then I'm sure we can come up with a creative way to free the wriggler."
Bring out your inner chatacter class...