"Come here my darling, we have more pressing matters to attend to."
Ashissa quickly recalls Baku with a snap as she temporarily dismiss her familiar only to reapper near her exhausted flying visage. She then returns back to the tower and thoroughly cleans the crystal on top before entering the said building on how to manipulate it.
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Hadar pauses for a beat to take in her words, exhales, and puts away his sword. "I may have been...too rash, I apologize, as well."
Thinking for a moment and much calmer, 'You still acted with your own self-interest here with no care for how it may have affected the rest of us. Care to share your reasoning? We all have our demons and they tend to gain strength underground. If you do share, perhaps we can slay them together?"
Leann gives a sigh. She shifts her shield, with the symbol of Torm on it's surface. "I have been on my own for some time." She finally says. "It has been myself I have had to depend on, and no one else. I need to get use to having to keep others needs in mind, which is going to be something I will need to remind myself of as we move forward." She nods to Hader. "My tendancy is to put my head down and keep moving forward; It has gotten me through much up to this point..."
Hadar softens at her words and sits on a tomb facing Leann (one that he thinks will hold him). "My whole life I've been forced and lucky to be able to have others at my back and side. Whom I'm forced to serve ain't great, but the ones I fight beside are family and in the same boat. We live and breathe for each other. For a soldier like me, there is no other way."
Clearing his throat, "This ain't pity, but going it alone sounds awful and I can see how you got here. You're not alone now, you've got us and we've got you. It may take some time to get used to, but if we keep showing up for each other, the better off we'll all be down the line." He gets up, and then stoops to offer his hand to Leann. "We don't have to be the best of pals, but being on friendly terms is a start. How bout it?"
"Among my people there is no word for friend." Leann says with a frank look at the hand in front of her. She meets Hader's eyes. "That is why I left them, and turned to a god that they revile." She nods to her shield. Then she reaches up and takes his hand. "I will not tell you that it will be easy to remember I am part of a group, but I will tell you that I will try, and that I will have your back as long as I am here."
"Come here my darling, we have more pressing matters to attend to."
Ashissa quickly recalls Baku with a snap as she temporarily dismiss her familiar only to reapper near her exhausted flying visage. She then returns back to the tower and thoroughly cleans the crystal on top before entering the said building on how to manipulate it.
Ashissa and Baku hover around the tower until Ashissa's work comes to fruition in the form of beautiful rainbows refracting the suns in all different directions. The crystal is quite large, several feet tall and half again as wide, and glimmers a rose hue. The canyon around the tower dances projections of colorful light as clouds pass over, dancing across the suns.
Inspecting the inside and outside of the tower in great detail, Ashissa's sandy book gains new context. She sees now how the carvings in the stones are nearly worn away versions of the illustrations in her book. They depict terrible beasts cowering before a shining orb, as if nothing could stand in the way of the powerful radiance.
Within the base of the tower, the small desk stands open, all of its contents removed. The wood is stained with black ink and a broken quill lies in a dusty corner. It looks as though some of the footnotes in this book may have been penned right here.
At the top of the 30 foot staircase, winding up to be uncomfortably tight and awkward as the tower tapers, there is a slab of stone. It is cut into a hexagonal shape and appears to have no handles or levers. In the center of the slab is a tiny gold slot, reminiscent of a keyhole. The slot is about an inch across and also hexagonal in shape.
Arcana Check @ Advantage Please - having the book and your skill with magic is enough for the exhaustion to not disable you in this venture.
Leann gives a sigh. She shifts her shield, with the symbol of Torm on it's surface. "I have been on my own for some time." She finally says. "It has been myself I have had to depend on, and no one else. I need to get use to having to keep others needs in mind, which is going to be something I will need to remind myself of as we move forward." She nods to Hader. "My tendancy is to put my head down and keep moving forward; It has gotten me through much up to this point..."
Hadar softens at her words and sits on a tomb facing Leann (one that he thinks will hold him). "My whole life I've been forced and lucky to be able to have others at my back and side. Whom I'm forced to serve ain't great, but the ones I fight beside are family and in the same boat. We live and breathe for each other. For a soldier like me, there is no other way."
Clearing his throat, "This ain't pity, but going it alone sounds awful and I can see how you got here. You're not alone now, you've got us and we've got you. It may take some time to get used to, but if we keep showing up for each other, the better off we'll all be down the line." He gets up, and then stoops to offer his hand to Leann. "We don't have to be the best of pals, but being on friendly terms is a start. How bout it?"
"Among my people there is no word for friend." Leann says with a frank look at the hand in front of her. She meets Hader's eyes. "That is why I left them, and turned to a god that they revile." She nods to her shield. Then she reaches up and takes his hand. "I will not tell you that it will be easy to remember I am part of a group, but I will tell you that I will try, and that I will have your back as long as I am here."
As Hadar and Leann converse, Damh and the other men try to find an area of sand not littered with broken wood or pottery. Without full equipment, there won't be much relief for any of them while they rest. Twinly shares his waterskin with the other two men and they all sip carefully of the precious resource.
Jimmer clears his throat and leans back against the wall, pulling his light cloak around his shoulders and laying his bow and sword across his lap. "I'll take first watch while you all get some rest, if you are able."
Twinly nods and holds up two fingers to Jimmer. These men have long been on watch duty in the towers and it goes unspoken who will have the next shift.
All the while, the earthy, moist breeze continues to blow.
"It's really too bad we never found a way in here earlier."mumbles Damh as he tries to get comfortable. "So nice and cool."
Leann and Hadar, consider this a long rest.
All conditions and HP have been healed on your sheets. Hadar, I added the other half of the GP and silk to your sheet for you, unless you don't want it.
If anyone would like to perform any downtime activities, like sewing a kimono or brushing their teeth, let me know! LOL
FYI - dude to the very thorough examination of the room by both characters + a very high investigation check (from Hadar), you'll know what you need to find as soon as you see it.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Hadar furrows his brow and thinks on her statement about no word for friends, as he shakes her hand and sits down opposite of her. "Really? No word? This is surprising and disheartening." Scratching his head, "For my people, friends are the family you choose and turning away from yours must have been very hard." He pauses to think a bit more, "Our word is Lug. If you like it, feel free to borrow it and build a new family, maybe a stronger one."
Looking to her shield, "I don't take much stock in selfish gods, but know not of Torm. What's he about?"
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Before he rests, Hadar then thanks the lads for starting off the watch and offers himself up for a later slot. He then takes out his toothcare tools and goes to town.
After the conversation with Leann, he then takes out his alter items (including his mother's crest) and does his prayers, calling his ancestors by name, leaving his mom to the last. Then he's sure to ask them to watch over him, the lads, and Leann. May we all find safety and trust in each other. He goes on to ask them to watch over the folks at home, especially if the Commanders think he's gone AWOL. His mind then turns to Indril and he has chat with them about that and waits to see if they have any messages for him. Praying = 14
Once concluded, he'll hang his hammock, using the pitons if necessary, and get some sleep until his watch.
Leann glances to her shield again. "Torm is the Loyal Fury, the True, the Hand of Righteousness." She says with a gleam to her eye. "Torm is the god of duty and loyalty. Both things my people despise above anything else. To them the only duty is to kill anyone above your rank so you can take that rank for yourself. The only loyalty is to... Well there simply is no loyalty in my people. The only reason one follows those who lead is due to fear of not doing so, not from any sense of loyalty." She is looking off into space now as she speaks, clearly thinking back to a time long past. She shakes her head then. "It is of no matter now though, if any of them survived this desilation, they are not of my concern any longer."
Jimmer listens quietly to the two as he sits watch over the group. As Leann’s dreaming look fades, he speaks quietly – “It is well that we are all able to help each other through this. We can only hope that everyone here will pull their weight and we can build a level of trust. I’ve spent far too long in that gods forsaken desert to start being naïve now… but if we can look out for each other, the tunnels will seem more like a home then that barren waste called Safety ever did.”
He shifts against the bumpy stone wall and runs fingers through his filthy grey hair, pulling the long strands back and attempting to make some sort of sense of the large dreadlock that has been developing throughout the day. As he picks at the knots in a vain attempt at hygiene, he raises an eyebrow at Leann. How in the name of the nine horned devil sheep does this one stay so clean?
He shrugs and sighs, wwitching to cleaning the crust from beneath his finger nails - “Let’s just hope the demons can’t find us here… it is all darkness where we are. That air has to be coming from some opening in the rock, so I have hope that we may have a way out. At the very least, we’ll die with fresh air, my new friends."
As Hadar drives his pitons into the old sandstone wall, sand falls from the ceiling in little waterfalls, but the room ultimately stays intact. Jimmer watches, wide-eyed, until Hadar has finished. Breathing a sigh of relief he lays a hand on the shoulder of Damh’s prone form.
He whispers to the Bard – “You can stop shuddering now and get some sleep. He’s done trying to bring the roof down on us.”He chuckles to himself and leans back against the wall.
Ashissa feels an extremely faint tingle at the back of her senses. A rattling vibration seems to be shaking her supply bag, as though some tiny is trying to worm its way out of her various equipment.
She can see that the tiny, hexagonal slot in the slab above her is vibrating as well. A high pitched, nearly imperceptible ringing is pulsing around the edges of her ear drums like a swarm of gnats. The entire stone walls of the tower and the rusty metal stairs seem to be humming with the same resonance. There is a warmth coming off everything around her. The midday heat is already overbearing, and it is becoming rather overwhelming in this cramped enclosure.
The air around Baku’s wings seems to alter in density, causing the little dragon to flap twice as hard to stay aloft. Its small body is bombarded with sound and heat as the tower becomes a funnel of bouncing energy.
As the sound and air seems to shift and crackle around them, Ashissa can hear a crashing commotion faintly from outside the tower, followed by loud banging and cursing. The Drider seems to be making progress in the Great Hall, whatever that progress may be.
Side note – if it’s OK with you, I don’t see why I shouldn’t just assume that Baku is providing the help action when you don’t already have advantage. If the drag’ is just sitting there, it seems logical. In this case, you had advantage and rolled low, but you’ve got a very perceptive, bored mini dragon sitting right next to you… I take these things into consideration. 😉
The tingling continues, but Leann can't quite place it. Is it anxiety? Perhaps it's the after effects of her fear and adrenaline working their way out of her system.
The fear of that dreadful passage and the slight, stabbing pain of the clutched fist she must endure is too much to ignore and now this strange feeling fills in the gaps of this strange thought process.
A lesser warrior would certainly find this all too much... maybe some rest will do her good.
Her thought process is broken as a shape comes running down the terrifying hallway into view. Tunist, panting and sneezing, pads into the chamber without much fanfare. She looks awful and has filthy, crusted blood and dirt dried in her fur. There are bloody divots in her face and torso, and one of her eyes is squinting. Favoring a paw, she trots over to Hadar's hammock and begins licking his hands and face with her huge tongue before plopping down with a groan and long, quiet exhaled whine. She closes her eyes to rest.
Jimmer shakes his head and smiles at the sight, taking a sip from his water flask.
After his prayers, Hadar drifts off to sleep, like a log over a waterfall. His dreams are vivid and otherworldly. The exhausting day has led him into a deep sleep, and his mind flies free. Visions of his ancestors trudging through the deserts from camp to camp, the faces of his forebears and their animal companions and a sense of heavy nostalgia creep through his senses. The dreams dance across his psyche, leaving questions and memories raw for his conscious mind to reap upon awakening.
His face and hands feel warm and heavy as he sleeps… a rather strange sensation really. The feeling goes in waves, almost like the flashes of a slight fever.
Upon awakening from his rest, Hadar will find his face and hands to be covered in a sticky layer of half dried dog slobber. It seems Tunist has been licking him in comfort as he dreams fitfully.
In the palm of one of his slimy hands, he finds a small figurine. It is a roughly shaped piece of sandstone, the likeness of a female orc. As he moves, the sand crumbles away, revealing an impossibly small, delicate glass phial full of an iridescent dust, not more than an inch in length.
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Hadar awakens feeling closer to home and with a small, yet strange gift from his family. He inspects it and tries very hard not to break the fragile-looking trinket. He thinks about his mom while doing so and is glad for her gift.
Investigation of the Prayer Boon:
Investigation = 11
Casts Detect Magic (he will also do a quick look around the room with it on using his passive perception of 14 to see if anything new can be learned)
If magic, Arcana = 8
Once done and he sees the state of not only his hands, but of Tunist, he wraps it up to attend to them both. Pulling out cloth and water he communes with Tunist for a bit to see if she is truly hurt or just looks that way.
Animal Handling = 23
Medicine = 4
Intentions:
If not really hurt, clean her up, sparing as little water as possible.
If hurt, then ask Damh to heal her and clean her up as above.
Once everyone is awake he will ensure everyone has something to eat, including Tunist, and start to look at the fresh air source and where it's coming from.
After having slept deeply, Leann wakes and glances around. Seeing the others in the process of getting moving, she sits up and nods to them. Rested she takes another look at the figurine clutched in her hand, going by feel to see if she can find a way to remove it. (what sort of roll do you want for this?)
Hadar can only assume that this tiny, sand filled treasure is an answer to his fervent prayers. Turning the little vial over, he can see the sand within fall and shimmer, reflecting the light of the radiant mace against the wall. As he concentrates, he feels the presence of magic strongly from around the room.
Hadar indeed detects magic in his new item, however, he cannot recall anything relevant about it or see any sort of cap to open the vial. Certainly not instructions. The top of the object does have a small loop which could have a chain pulled through it for wearing around the neck.
Besides what lies in his hand, he senses multiple points on magic where Leann sits, as well as a glowing feeling coming from his Mace near the humans.
The trio of men all seem to have varying levels of magical resonance on their persons as well.
Oddly, the heaviest feeling of magic seems to come from Tunist.
The Mastiff does not seem to be wounded too badly, despite her blood streaked and gashed appearance. There are several large contusions, cut and bruises, but none of them are in areas that would require immediate care.
After he's bandaged her up and given her a snack, she bumps her head against Hadar's arm affectionately and gives him slobbery lick right across the face, leaving a trail of food crumbs and bubbles.
The humans have all begun to rise and brush the sand from themselves, and examine their surroundings.
Twinly rises from his second watch duties and yawns heavily. "It's a shame we haven't run into any friendly elves. I always found it quite lovely how happy they were to take night watches." He glances up at Hadar and squints as the little object shines in Hadar's hand. "That looks just like the charm old Elric wore around his neck! I'm not sure if you met him... I believe he was lost in the storm last night. Big fellah. Grey skin. Built like an ox, but tall like a giant. I wonder what became of him."
Tunist wines and lets out a long exhale, slumping her shoulders as she sits next to Hadar. Twinly gives her a compassionate look and turns away with glassy eyes. "We've lost more than one friend these last days."
"Come here my darling, we have more pressing matters to attend to."
Ashissa quickly recalls Baku with a snap as she temporarily dismiss her familiar only to reapper near her exhausted flying visage. She then returns back to the tower and thoroughly cleans the crystal on top before entering the said building on how to manipulate it.
Hadar pauses for a beat to take in her words, exhales, and puts away his sword. "I may have been...too rash, I apologize, as well."
Thinking for a moment and much calmer, 'You still acted with your own self-interest here with no care for how it may have affected the rest of us. Care to share your reasoning? We all have our demons and they tend to gain strength underground. If you do share, perhaps we can slay them together?"
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Leann gives a sigh. She shifts her shield, with the symbol of Torm on it's surface. "I have been on my own for some time." She finally says. "It has been myself I have had to depend on, and no one else. I need to get use to having to keep others needs in mind, which is going to be something I will need to remind myself of as we move forward." She nods to Hader. "My tendancy is to put my head down and keep moving forward; It has gotten me through much up to this point..."
Hadar softens at her words and sits on a tomb facing Leann (one that he thinks will hold him). "My whole life I've been forced and lucky to be able to have others at my back and side. Whom I'm forced to serve ain't great, but the ones I fight beside are family and in the same boat. We live and breathe for each other. For a soldier like me, there is no other way."
Clearing his throat, "This ain't pity, but going it alone sounds awful and I can see how you got here. You're not alone now, you've got us and we've got you. It may take some time to get used to, but if we keep showing up for each other, the better off we'll all be down the line." He gets up, and then stoops to offer his hand to Leann. "We don't have to be the best of pals, but being on friendly terms is a start. How bout it?"
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
"Among my people there is no word for friend." Leann says with a frank look at the hand in front of her. She meets Hader's eyes. "That is why I left them, and turned to a god that they revile." She nods to her shield. Then she reaches up and takes his hand. "I will not tell you that it will be easy to remember I am part of a group, but I will tell you that I will try, and that I will have your back as long as I am here."
Ashissa and Baku hover around the tower until Ashissa's work comes to fruition in the form of beautiful rainbows refracting the suns in all different directions. The crystal is quite large, several feet tall and half again as wide, and glimmers a rose hue. The canyon around the tower dances projections of colorful light as clouds pass over, dancing across the suns.
Inspecting the inside and outside of the tower in great detail, Ashissa's sandy book gains new context. She sees now how the carvings in the stones are nearly worn away versions of the illustrations in her book. They depict terrible beasts cowering before a shining orb, as if nothing could stand in the way of the powerful radiance.
Within the base of the tower, the small desk stands open, all of its contents removed. The wood is stained with black ink and a broken quill lies in a dusty corner. It looks as though some of the footnotes in this book may have been penned right here.
At the top of the 30 foot staircase, winding up to be uncomfortably tight and awkward as the tower tapers, there is a slab of stone. It is cut into a hexagonal shape and appears to have no handles or levers. In the center of the slab is a tiny gold slot, reminiscent of a keyhole. The slot is about an inch across and also hexagonal in shape.
Arcana Check @ Advantage Please - having the book and your skill with magic is enough for the exhaustion to not disable you in this venture.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
As Hadar and Leann converse, Damh and the other men try to find an area of sand not littered with broken wood or pottery. Without full equipment, there won't be much relief for any of them while they rest. Twinly shares his waterskin with the other two men and they all sip carefully of the precious resource.
Jimmer clears his throat and leans back against the wall, pulling his light cloak around his shoulders and laying his bow and sword across his lap. "I'll take first watch while you all get some rest, if you are able."
Twinly nods and holds up two fingers to Jimmer. These men have long been on watch duty in the towers and it goes unspoken who will have the next shift.
All the while, the earthy, moist breeze continues to blow.
"It's really too bad we never found a way in here earlier." mumbles Damh as he tries to get comfortable. "So nice and cool."
Leann and Hadar, consider this a long rest.
All conditions and HP have been healed on your sheets. Hadar, I added the other half of the GP and silk to your sheet for you, unless you don't want it.
If anyone would like to perform any downtime activities, like sewing a kimono or brushing their teeth, let me know! LOL
FYI - dude to the very thorough examination of the room by both characters + a very high investigation check (from Hadar), you'll know what you need to find as soon as you see it.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Hadar furrows his brow and thinks on her statement about no word for friends, as he shakes her hand and sits down opposite of her. "Really? No word? This is surprising and disheartening." Scratching his head, "For my people, friends are the family you choose and turning away from yours must have been very hard." He pauses to think a bit more, "Our word is Lug. If you like it, feel free to borrow it and build a new family, maybe a stronger one."
Looking to her shield, "I don't take much stock in selfish gods, but know not of Torm. What's he about?"
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Before he rests, Hadar then thanks the lads for starting off the watch and offers himself up for a later slot. He then takes out his toothcare tools and goes to town.
After the conversation with Leann, he then takes out his alter items (including his mother's crest) and does his prayers, calling his ancestors by name, leaving his mom to the last. Then he's sure to ask them to watch over him, the lads, and Leann. May we all find safety and trust in each other. He goes on to ask them to watch over the folks at home, especially if the Commanders think he's gone AWOL. His mind then turns to Indril and he has chat with them about that and waits to see if they have any messages for him. Praying = 14
Once concluded, he'll hang his hammock, using the pitons if necessary, and get some sleep until his watch.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Ashissa's arcana check: 15
Leann glances to her shield again. "Torm is the Loyal Fury, the True, the Hand of Righteousness." She says with a gleam to her eye. "Torm is the god of duty and loyalty. Both things my people despise above anything else. To them the only duty is to kill anyone above your rank so you can take that rank for yourself. The only loyalty is to... Well there simply is no loyalty in my people. The only reason one follows those who lead is due to fear of not doing so, not from any sense of loyalty." She is looking off into space now as she speaks, clearly thinking back to a time long past. She shakes her head then. "It is of no matter now though, if any of them survived this desilation, they are not of my concern any longer."
Jimmer listens quietly to the two as he sits watch over the group. As Leann’s dreaming look fades, he speaks quietly – “It is well that we are all able to help each other through this. We can only hope that everyone here will pull their weight and we can build a level of trust. I’ve spent far too long in that gods forsaken desert to start being naïve now… but if we can look out for each other, the tunnels will seem more like a home then that barren waste called Safety ever did.”
He shifts against the bumpy stone wall and runs fingers through his filthy grey hair, pulling the long strands back and attempting to make some sort of sense of the large dreadlock that has been developing throughout the day. As he picks at the knots in a vain attempt at hygiene, he raises an eyebrow at Leann. How in the name of the nine horned devil sheep does this one stay so clean?
He shrugs and sighs, wwitching to cleaning the crust from beneath his finger nails - “Let’s just hope the demons can’t find us here… it is all darkness where we are. That air has to be coming from some opening in the rock, so I have hope that we may have a way out. At the very least, we’ll die with fresh air, my new friends."
As Hadar drives his pitons into the old sandstone wall, sand falls from the ceiling in little waterfalls, but the room ultimately stays intact. Jimmer watches, wide-eyed, until Hadar has finished. Breathing a sigh of relief he lays a hand on the shoulder of Damh’s prone form.
He whispers to the Bard – “You can stop shuddering now and get some sleep. He’s done trying to bring the roof down on us.” He chuckles to himself and leans back against the wall.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Ashissa feels an extremely faint tingle at the back of her senses. A rattling vibration seems to be shaking her supply bag, as though some tiny is trying to worm its way out of her various equipment.
She can see that the tiny, hexagonal slot in the slab above her is vibrating as well. A high pitched, nearly imperceptible ringing is pulsing around the edges of her ear drums like a swarm of gnats. The entire stone walls of the tower and the rusty metal stairs seem to be humming with the same resonance. There is a warmth coming off everything around her. The midday heat is already overbearing, and it is becoming rather overwhelming in this cramped enclosure.
The air around Baku’s wings seems to alter in density, causing the little dragon to flap twice as hard to stay aloft. Its small body is bombarded with sound and heat as the tower becomes a funnel of bouncing energy.
As the sound and air seems to shift and crackle around them, Ashissa can hear a crashing commotion faintly from outside the tower, followed by loud banging and cursing. The Drider seems to be making progress in the Great Hall, whatever that progress may be.
Side note – if it’s OK with you, I don’t see why I shouldn’t just assume that Baku is providing the help action when you don’t already have advantage. If the drag’ is just sitting there, it seems logical. In this case, you had advantage and rolled low, but you’ve got a very perceptive, bored mini dragon sitting right next to you… I take these things into consideration. 😉
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Meanwhile, in the burial chamber - something sits on the edge of Leann's senses... it feels like an itch that needs to be scratched.
Roll an Arcana check for me, Leann.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Yeah, since she is so good at arcana... lol...
Leann arcana: 5
The tingling continues, but Leann can't quite place it. Is it anxiety? Perhaps it's the after effects of her fear and adrenaline working their way out of her system.
The fear of that dreadful passage and the slight, stabbing pain of the clutched fist she must endure is too much to ignore and now this strange feeling fills in the gaps of this strange thought process.
A lesser warrior would certainly find this all too much... maybe some rest will do her good.
Her thought process is broken as a shape comes running down the terrifying hallway into view. Tunist, panting and sneezing, pads into the chamber without much fanfare. She looks awful and has filthy, crusted blood and dirt dried in her fur. There are bloody divots in her face and torso, and one of her eyes is squinting. Favoring a paw, she trots over to Hadar's hammock and begins licking his hands and face with her huge tongue before plopping down with a groan and long, quiet exhaled whine. She closes her eyes to rest.
Jimmer shakes his head and smiles at the sight, taking a sip from his water flask.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
After his prayers, Hadar drifts off to sleep, like a log over a waterfall. His dreams are vivid and otherworldly. The exhausting day has led him into a deep sleep, and his mind flies free. Visions of his ancestors trudging through the deserts from camp to camp, the faces of his forebears and their animal companions and a sense of heavy nostalgia creep through his senses. The dreams dance across his psyche, leaving questions and memories raw for his conscious mind to reap upon awakening.
His face and hands feel warm and heavy as he sleeps… a rather strange sensation really. The feeling goes in waves, almost like the flashes of a slight fever.
Upon awakening from his rest, Hadar will find his face and hands to be covered in a sticky layer of half dried dog slobber. It seems Tunist has been licking him in comfort as he dreams fitfully.
In the palm of one of his slimy hands, he finds a small figurine. It is a roughly shaped piece of sandstone, the likeness of a female orc. As he moves, the sand crumbles away, revealing an impossibly small, delicate glass phial full of an iridescent dust, not more than an inch in length.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Hadar awakens feeling closer to home and with a small, yet strange gift from his family. He inspects it and tries very hard not to break the fragile-looking trinket. He thinks about his mom while doing so and is glad for her gift.
Investigation of the Prayer Boon:
Once done and he sees the state of not only his hands, but of Tunist, he wraps it up to attend to them both. Pulling out cloth and water he communes with Tunist for a bit to see if she is truly hurt or just looks that way.
Animal Handling = 23
Medicine = 4
Intentions:
Once everyone is awake he will ensure everyone has something to eat, including Tunist, and start to look at the fresh air source and where it's coming from.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
After having slept deeply, Leann wakes and glances around. Seeing the others in the process of getting moving, she sits up and nods to them. Rested she takes another look at the figurine clutched in her hand, going by feel to see if she can find a way to remove it. (what sort of roll do you want for this?)
Hadar can only assume that this tiny, sand filled treasure is an answer to his fervent prayers. Turning the little vial over, he can see the sand within fall and shimmer, reflecting the light of the radiant mace against the wall. As he concentrates, he feels the presence of magic strongly from around the room.
Hadar indeed detects magic in his new item, however, he cannot recall anything relevant about it or see any sort of cap to open the vial. Certainly not instructions. The top of the object does have a small loop which could have a chain pulled through it for wearing around the neck.
Besides what lies in his hand, he senses multiple points on magic where Leann sits, as well as a glowing feeling coming from his Mace near the humans.
The trio of men all seem to have varying levels of magical resonance on their persons as well.
Oddly, the heaviest feeling of magic seems to come from Tunist.
The Mastiff does not seem to be wounded too badly, despite her blood streaked and gashed appearance. There are several large contusions, cut and bruises, but none of them are in areas that would require immediate care.
After he's bandaged her up and given her a snack, she bumps her head against Hadar's arm affectionately and gives him slobbery lick right across the face, leaving a trail of food crumbs and bubbles.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
The humans have all begun to rise and brush the sand from themselves, and examine their surroundings.
Twinly rises from his second watch duties and yawns heavily. "It's a shame we haven't run into any friendly elves. I always found it quite lovely how happy they were to take night watches." He glances up at Hadar and squints as the little object shines in Hadar's hand. "That looks just like the charm old Elric wore around his neck! I'm not sure if you met him... I believe he was lost in the storm last night. Big fellah. Grey skin. Built like an ox, but tall like a giant. I wonder what became of him."
Tunist wines and lets out a long exhale, slumping her shoulders as she sits next to Hadar. Twinly gives her a compassionate look and turns away with glassy eyes. "We've lost more than one friend these last days."
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys