Eventually, Daffaflesleep isn't just a feeling of weight and darkness. Eventually it lightens and she awakens in the mouth of cave full of grey. Beyond the colourless foliage a thick fog rolls, but never towards her. The large black feathers gently sway as they descend from the grey up above, which is symmetrical to the fog.
The warm blood begins to seep over Daffafle's previous clothes one more, the wound in her chest ever present. Luckyflies from her shoulder to the Queen's hand, another raven flies from somewhere else... Lady Melyne stands there; horrific scratches and stabs upon her neck, blood splatter upon her face. The look she holds is flat as she watches the Queen.
With the two of you, we may discover the source of these abominations. The snake uncoils with the aid of skeletal hands, we must do more than simple snap their fingers and sever their arms...
My eyes are required on the village; to if anything foul slithers from within the holes in the ground.
My influence is limited, but our connection is a testament to your devotion. And with, we ensure death remains unquestioned...
Daffaflewould awaken in the morning, Luckynearby with a thick, dull silver ring with a black feather upon it.
With a steady calm, the night rolls into dawn as the deep blue blooms into a crystal clear sun spills over the hills, grasslands and into your tents.
The morning is fresh with the air sharp and some things are damp. An promising start with a day on the road...
With a sudden intake of breath, Daffafle awakens in a cold sweat. She quickly calms as she recognizes her surroundings as the world of the living, taking in the beautiful morning. Despite her audience with the Raven Queen consuming her sleeping hours, she feels much better rested. With a muffled chirp, Lucky hops over to the halfling, dropping the ring in her hand. With a frown, she examines the jewelry, finally sliding it over her right ring finger. Seeing Wulcrath on watch, she goes to stand beside the Dragonborn.
”Morning,” she greets. “Sorry for being so...vague earlier.”
"Quite a bit better," she nods, absentmindedly twisting the ring on her finger, letting some silence hang for a bit. "I don't know how much I've shared with you about...about this whole Raven Queen situation. When I died back in the bandit camp...and I met the Raven Queen...she offered me a deal, that I could be revived, if I act as her emissary. So I...Lucky and I...have been acting as her eyes and ears around, doing tasks that she asks of us...like how we're hunting down the necromancers in the area." Daffafle pauses. "Recently she asked me to find another to serve as her eyes in the region, seeing as we won't be staying here forever and all...and I mayor may nothave turned Mayor Melyne."
Wulcrath freezes for a second before letting out a breath. "I-I... I see." "That's why you're still alive..."
"And that's what we were doing at the estate..." He pauses for a moment, processing the revelation before continuing. "You did what you had to do Daff... I trust you made the right decision."
"No use disobeying her right?" He says as he turns back to the valley.
Khazan you wake with a start, you think it's because it's due to the sudden bright sunrise... Your eyes then dart to Bart, who's stopped mid-way entering, or leaving, your tent...
Wake him up? That's nice of him ... wait a second. In the short time he knew Bart, the half-elf never came to wake him up. Something isn't right. What was Bart doing in tent? Khazan rushes out and grabs the half elf by the wrist, forcing him to turn around. "Don't ya dare lie tae me, sonny. I'm way too old fer yer trick. Tell me what the **** were ye doin' right now!"
The Queen's Judgement
Eventually, Daffafle sleep isn't just a feeling of weight and darkness. Eventually it lightens and she awakens in the mouth of cave full of grey. Beyond the colourless foliage a thick fog rolls, but never towards her. The large black feathers gently sway as they descend from the grey up above, which is symmetrical to the fog.
The warm blood begins to seep over Daffafle's previous clothes one more, the wound in her chest ever present. Lucky flies from her shoulder to the Queen's hand, another raven flies from somewhere else... Lady Melyne stands there; horrific scratches and stabs upon her neck, blood splatter upon her face. The look she holds is flat as she watches the Queen.
With the two of you, we may discover the source of these abominations. The snake uncoils with the aid of skeletal hands, we must do more than simple snap their fingers and sever their arms...
My eyes are required on the village; to if anything foul slithers from within the holes in the ground.
My influence is limited, but our connection is a testament to your devotion. And with, we ensure death remains unquestioned...
Daffafle would awaken in the morning, Lucky nearby with a thick, dull silver ring with a black feather upon it.
With a steady calm, the night rolls into dawn as the deep blue blooms into a crystal clear sun spills over the hills, grasslands and into your tents.
The morning is fresh with the air sharp and some things are damp. An promising start with a day on the road...
With a sudden intake of breath, Daffafle awakens in a cold sweat. She quickly calms as she recognizes her surroundings as the world of the living, taking in the beautiful morning. Despite her audience with the Raven Queen consuming her sleeping hours, she feels much better rested.
With a muffled chirp, Lucky hops over to the halfling, dropping the ring in her hand. With a frown, she examines the jewelry, finally sliding it over her right ring finger.
Seeing Wulcrath on watch, she goes to stand beside the Dragonborn.
”Morning,” she greets. “Sorry for being so...vague earlier.”
"Ah, morning Daff." Wulcrath greets back as he turns to her.
"Don't worry about it, I'm just glad you're alright." Wulcrath pauses for a moment, before continuing.
"Some view eh? Reminds me of home..." "So uh, how'd you sleep, feeling any better?"
"Quite a bit better," she nods, absentmindedly twisting the ring on her finger, letting some silence hang for a bit. "I don't know how much I've shared with you about...about this whole Raven Queen situation. When I died back in the bandit camp...and I met the Raven Queen...she offered me a deal, that I could be revived, if I act as her emissary. So I...Lucky and I...have been acting as her eyes and ears around, doing tasks that she asks of us...like how we're hunting down the necromancers in the area." Daffafle pauses. "Recently she asked me to find another to serve as her eyes in the region, seeing as we won't be staying here forever and all...and I may or may not have turned Mayor Melyne."
Wulcrath freezes for a second before letting out a breath. "I-I... I see." "That's why you're still alive..."
"And that's what we were doing at the estate..." He pauses for a moment, processing the revelation before continuing. "You did what you had to do Daff... I trust you made the right decision."
"No use disobeying her right?" He says as he turns back to the valley.
She nods, glancing at Lucky for a moment. "Thank you, Wulcrath...for your faith in me."
Wulcrath nods, giving Daff a little smile.
"Any time."
Bart is trying to see how much dirt he can sneak into Khaz’s beard
stealth 8
sleight of hand 21
Paladin - warforged - orange
Khazan you wake with a start, you think it's because it's due to the sudden bright sunrise... Your eyes then dart to Bart, who's stopped mid-way entering, or leaving, your tent...
Khazan grunts as he wakes up. The daylight filtering through the fabric of the tent and a silhouette on its entrance.
"Bart?" Asks the dwarf unsure.
He gets up and try to focus the silhouette.
"Bart what tae **** are ye doin'?"
“I was just coming to wake you up so we could get moving,” and Bart leaves the tent.
deception 17
Paladin - warforged - orange
Insight: 18
Wake him up? That's nice of him ... wait a second. In the short time he knew Bart, the half-elf never came to wake him up. Something isn't right.
What was Bart doing in tent?
Khazan rushes out and grabs the half elf by the wrist, forcing him to turn around.
"Don't ya dare lie tae me, sonny. I'm way too old fer yer trick. Tell me what the **** were ye doin' right now!"
Intimidation 14
Bart is a limp rag doll in the grip of Khaz. “Alright, alright! Uncle! Ya blasted dwarf, I was gonna put dirt on your beard! It was just a joke.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
The dwarf's grip tightens, pure rage in his eyes.
"YOU WERE GOIN' TAE DO WHAT?!"
He picks up the elf, lifting him above his head and starts to shouts to the sky
"MORADIN !CLANGGEDIN! BERRONAR! I OFFER YE THIS HALF ELGI! STRIKE HIM TRUE WITH THE WRATH O' THE SKIES!"
Strenght 13
Bart would like to attempt to escape.
Acrobatics 22
Paladin - warforged - orange
Bart slips through the dwarfs enraged grip; fortunate, after witnessing Khazan's heated reaction!
Bart runs and pulls the front pole of the tent down on his way out. Then he goes about packing up his things like nothing happened.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Hearing the commotion and yelling, Daffafle turns, frowning in confusion as she sees Bart emerge from the tent. "Everything okay?" she calls.
“You might want to stand back. I did a thing, but I was caught. I can’t help it, he just... it’s like he’s asking to be messed with!”
Paladin - warforged - orange
With a sigh, Daffafle shrugs. "Are we ready to get on the road? This necromatic plot isn't going to solve itself."