They drop their firsts, but their faces don't exactly relax, "You're armed! We're not. Not exactly the same boat. Blessed dawn, what's going on? So many people..."
The person willing to defend themselves with their fists begins trying to get people with light taps on the face, the squeezing of hands. It doesn't seem to have having much of an effect..
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Khazan cracks his knuckles,he throws both his handaxes and greataxe behind him, walks to the nearest guy and while looking straight in their eyes goes "A'ight lad, you wanna fight? I'm here."
“It’ll be fine. Ignore punchy over there. He seems... unbalanced. But we can still get everyone out. Help me get some more water.” Bart limps his way back and forth to help get these people up.
Aazel pulls out his waterskin and tosses it to Bart. "Here, use this. I am going to check out those barrels, maybe there is more water there or something that may help us." Aazel makes his way over to the barrel with the liquid beneath it first. He is going to look and smell (not taste) to see if he can identify what the substance is. He will then also move to some of the nearby barrels and boxes, checking to see if he can identify the contents.
The man takes a long stare at the dwarf, his fists still lowered but not un-clenched. Bart's words seemingly sink in, but before he goes back to helping, "Let's hear you say that back at town, shall we?" Despite the threatening tone, he has a small smile on his face. He gestures to Wulcraththat things are all good and he should join help get the people awake.
Aazel'ssearch find that the liquid seems clear and doesn't smell of anything, sloshing gently just like water would. In the other barrels is more water, flatbread, oranges, potatoes, dried meats, more simple clothing; things to keep people alive and well for a while.
With the combined effort, you have all people awake. They are a little scared, but understand their situation thanks to the informing from those first awake.
"Unbalanced? Me? I'm not the one who fell over fer a little rock fallin' on them. Unbalanced .. pah!"
Says Khazan while picking up the weapons he had previously thrown on the ground. He then heads over to Aazel and studies the barrels the half-orc found. "Any ale in there? I could go for a drink right now, my throat is dry as elf's humor."
The man seems collected despite the possibly traumatic events. He's quick to spot the dragonborn approach, turns towards him and bows with a hand over heart saying in Draconic, "Well met, and Bahamut's blessing." A greeting of high regard. Upon hearing the dragonborns words, he turns slightly stern, "Very well. But I will keep my distance..."
One of the few elves is within earshot of the dwarf, and he turns his nose up as he looks to help those more unsettled by it all. Khazanlooks for a while and finds nothing. Flagons and metal cups, but no ale to fill them...
Aazel retrieves his waterskin and refills it from the barrell. Having done so he joins the dwarf (Khazan)."The name's Aazel. Do you have any idea where we are? I mean, this is not how I expected to wake up after a few drinks at the tavern."
Strange that no one seems to have a clue where we are, Daffafle ponders. Remembering they appear to be in a natural cavern, specifically recalling the incidence with the stalagmites, the halfling begins searching for any insects or plants around the cavern that may help identify their current location (ie, if she knows a certain bug lives in only a certain region of the world).
The youth eyes the piece of paper with suspicion at first, but his gaze widens to disbelief as he snatches the picture from Wulcrathreading and re-reading at the simple request of his quiet return for a monetary reward.
He cracks in a curse in Common before turning back to the dragonborn with composure somewhat restored and reverting to his Draconic with the crude Common accent, "Who gave this to you?" His eyes dart back and forth with realisation, "It matters not. In response to this, as you see I am in health and well. Can you return to... the mayor and inform her that I am alive. Another thing, a large favour in truth, can you, or your companions, spare a few things for survival; a knife, some rations, water and proper clothes. From there I can make it Highmound, where I'll be fine."
He gives Wulcratha look of respectable pleading...
Daffafle takes a time on her own, her eyes notice roots in a gentle curve where the wall turns into the ceiling. The roots are bulbous and are recognised as the Cherplum bush that grow in the hills of Hadun, the human kingdom at the base of the Southfang Mountains.
“Aha!” Daffafle snaps her fingers, happy to have found the familiar plant. She glances around, unsure of who to share this with, and finally runs towards Bart. “Sorry to bother you,” the halfling shifts from foot to foot. “But I think I’ve figured out where we are!”
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Wulcrath's mind is filled with yet more questions as he considers the man's plea.
However, he finds himself quickly giving in to the man's plea, after all, why cast judgement on the situation of a stranger? He closes his eyes, takes a breath, and looks at the man before speaking in Draconic once again.
"Ahh... Very well, I will provide the supplies for your journey." "Stay here, I'll be back in a moment."
Wulcrath begins to search the room for loose supplies, starting at the barrels with food and clothing, hoping to find some leftover.
“Aha!” Daffafle snaps her fingers, happy to have found the familiar plant. She glances around, unsure of who to share this with, and finally runs towards Bart. “Sorry to bother you,” the halfling shifts from foot to foot. “But I think I’ve figured out where we are!”
Aazel retrieves his waterskin and refills it from the barrell. Having done so he joins the dwarf (Khazan)."The name's Aazel. Do you have any idea where we are? I mean, this is not how I expected to wake up after a few drinks at the tavern."
"We're underground, even an orc could see that. But where? Eh ...hard tae say." says the dwarf while scratching his chin, he goes to the same barrel and refills his own waterskin. "You can call me Khazan. Khazan Blackrock, at yer service."
Wulcrath shuffles among the large boxes. Some of them annoying sealed, other carelessly not so. Near Aazel he finds the dried meats, next to those is dry bread. For clothing, leather slacks and shoes; a few extra layers to keep him warm. While there is water, there's spare containers to keep that in, and no weapons are lying around.
It's common knowledge there's two neighbouring counties that touch the Southfang mountains; Silverhill and Caerphy. Silverhill has its calm rolling plains and famous farmer's market city, Salthill. Caerphy is known for its stunning rivers and fishery city, Ryesbrough. There's other cities, towns and settlements in the county, but these are the capitals.
They drop their firsts, but their faces don't exactly relax, "You're armed! We're not. Not exactly the same boat. Blessed dawn, what's going on? So many people..."
The person willing to defend themselves with their fists begins trying to get people with light taps on the face, the squeezing of hands. It doesn't seem to have having much of an effect..
Khazan cracks his knuckles,he throws both his handaxes and greataxe behind him, walks to the nearest guy and while looking straight in their eyes goes
"A'ight lad, you wanna fight? I'm here."
Intimidation roll: 17
Wulcrath is silent as he watches the civilians and the rest of party, ready to make a move in case things get violent.
“It’ll be fine. Ignore punchy over there. He seems... unbalanced. But we can still get everyone out. Help me get some more water.” Bart limps his way back and forth to help get these people up.
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Wulcrath takes one look at Bart and thinks he's practically about to fall over.
"Hey c'mon now, you're too hurt to be working yourself so soon, you need to be laying down..."
"We'll take care of them. Why don't you sit down for a bit?"
Aazel pulls out his waterskin and tosses it to Bart. "Here, use this. I am going to check out those barrels, maybe there is more water there or something that may help us." Aazel makes his way over to the barrel with the liquid beneath it first. He is going to look and smell (not taste) to see if he can identify what the substance is. He will then also move to some of the nearby barrels and boxes, checking to see if he can identify the contents.
Perception: 12
Investigation: 11
The man takes a long stare at the dwarf, his fists still lowered but not un-clenched. Bart's words seemingly sink in, but before he goes back to helping, "Let's hear you say that back at town, shall we?" Despite the threatening tone, he has a small smile on his face. He gestures to Wulcrath that things are all good and he should join help get the people awake.
Aazel's search find that the liquid seems clear and doesn't smell of anything, sloshing gently just like water would. In the other barrels is more water, flatbread, oranges, potatoes, dried meats, more simple clothing; things to keep people alive and well for a while.
With the combined effort, you have all people awake. They are a little scared, but understand their situation thanks to the informing from those first awake.
“I’ll be fine, assuming we can avoid anymore falling rocks.” Bart says with a grin. “I’m Bart by the way.”
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"Heh, here's hoping. I'm Wulcrath, it's nice to finally be introduced."
Wulcrath lets out a little chuckle as he turns away from Bart and returns to the crowd,
He singles out the man in the poster again, takes a deep breath, and walks over to him.
"Ahem... Excuse me, sir?" "Can I ask you to come with me for a moment?"
"Unbalanced? Me? I'm not the one who fell over fer a little rock fallin' on them. Unbalanced .. pah!"
Says Khazan while picking up the weapons he had previously thrown on the ground. He then heads over to Aazel and studies the barrels the half-orc found.
"Any ale in there? I could go for a drink right now, my throat is dry as elf's humor."
Investigation Roll: 8
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The man seems collected despite the possibly traumatic events. He's quick to spot the dragonborn approach, turns towards him and bows with a hand over heart saying in Draconic, "Well met, and Bahamut's blessing." A greeting of high regard. Upon hearing the dragonborns words, he turns slightly stern, "Very well. But I will keep my distance..."
One of the few elves is within earshot of the dwarf, and he turns his nose up as he looks to help those more unsettled by it all. Khazan looks for a while and finds nothing. Flagons and metal cups, but no ale to fill them...
Aazel retrieves his waterskin and refills it from the barrell. Having done so he joins the dwarf (Khazan). "The name's Aazel. Do you have any idea where we are? I mean, this is not how I expected to wake up after a few drinks at the tavern."
Seeing how the man is speaking Draconic, Wulcrath decides that maybe doing the same will put his mind at ease a bit. He beckons the man over.
"Thank you for your time, I promise I'll be brief."
Wulcrath reaches into his pocket once again and unfolds the poster, before showing it to the man.
"Do you know anything about this search for you?"
"Or why anyone would be looking for you?"
"There's no hint as to why you're needed, I was hoping you could help me in that regard."
Strange that no one seems to have a clue where we are, Daffafle ponders. Remembering they appear to be in a natural cavern, specifically recalling the incidence with the stalagmites, the halfling begins searching for any insects or plants around the cavern that may help identify their current location (ie, if she knows a certain bug lives in only a certain region of the world).
Perception: 11
Investigation: 13
Nature: 16
The youth eyes the piece of paper with suspicion at first, but his gaze widens to disbelief as he snatches the picture from Wulcrath reading and re-reading at the simple request of his quiet return for a monetary reward.
He cracks in a curse in Common before turning back to the dragonborn with composure somewhat restored and reverting to his Draconic with the crude Common accent, "Who gave this to you?" His eyes dart back and forth with realisation, "It matters not. In response to this, as you see I am in health and well. Can you return to... the mayor and inform her that I am alive. Another thing, a large favour in truth, can you, or your companions, spare a few things for survival; a knife, some rations, water and proper clothes. From there I can make it Highmound, where I'll be fine."
He gives Wulcrath a look of respectable pleading...
Daffafle takes a time on her own, her eyes notice roots in a gentle curve where the wall turns into the ceiling. The roots are bulbous and are recognised as the Cherplum bush that grow in the hills of Hadun, the human kingdom at the base of the Southfang Mountains.
“Aha!” Daffafle snaps her fingers, happy to have found the familiar plant. She glances around, unsure of who to share this with, and finally runs towards Bart.
“Sorry to bother you,” the halfling shifts from foot to foot. “But I think I’ve figured out where we are!”
Wulcrath's mind is filled with yet more questions as he considers the man's plea.
However, he finds himself quickly giving in to the man's plea, after all, why cast judgement on the situation of a stranger? He closes his eyes, takes a breath, and looks at the man before speaking in Draconic once again.
"Ahh... Very well, I will provide the supplies for your journey." "Stay here, I'll be back in a moment."
Wulcrath begins to search the room for loose supplies, starting at the barrels with food and clothing, hoping to find some leftover.
Investigation - 9.
“Where’s that?” Bart says eagerly
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"We're underground, even an orc could see that. But where? Eh ...hard tae say." says the dwarf while scratching his chin, he goes to the same barrel and refills his own waterskin.
"You can call me Khazan. Khazan Blackrock, at yer service."
Wulcrath shuffles among the large boxes. Some of them annoying sealed, other carelessly not so. Near Aazel he finds the dried meats, next to those is dry bread. For clothing, leather slacks and shoes; a few extra layers to keep him warm. While there is water, there's spare containers to keep that in, and no weapons are lying around.