The torrential rain pounds down upon you as you trudge down the muddy path, drenching you to the bone despite your traveling cloaks. It is a gloomy autumn night, and the nearest village is twenty miles up the road.
You are returning from your latest adventure, (involving an overweight orc, an insomniac dragon, and several cursed teapots) and exhaustion is beginning to set in. The only illumination is provided by the pale moon, trapped behind a wall of black clouds.
Thus you find yourselves in the Whispering Forest, far from civilization, dragged down by your drenched garments, and ankle deep in mud.
Not one of the highest points in your adventuring career.
Damn looks as miserable as everyone feels, cold, damp, and irritated
"We wouldn't be in this situation if one of you hadn't knocked over those cursed teapots...." he can still hear their tormented whistling echoing in his ears.
Hond laughs, spirits only slightly dampened by the foul weather and sucking mud, "I love tea, what can I say? And if it weren't for the teapots we might never have noticed that rather large orc trying to sneak out behind us. It's like I'm always telling you - everything happens for a reason! The signs are everywhere and you might see them too if you spent less time licking your paws."
Hymnal marches miserably through the sticky, squelching mud somewhere at the rear of the group, his usual good spirits dampened as thoroughly as his spotted pelt. After spending a few years on the road alone, this wretched weather was nothing new, but Hymnal hated getting his feet wet, let alone muddy. Scandals, what he wouldn't give for a warm fire and a packed tavern. Just twenty more miles...
"Hymnal almost wishes he hadn't talked Sleepless Ibamar out of burning us alive. At least we all would have been warm for a few moments."
Morton is continuously moving and picking up his feet to ensure he doesn’t sink too deeply into the mud. The knee high muck for others could be almost drowning for him, luckily he’s light in his feet. Letting out a strain of garbled words as he sticks out his pointed tongue, looking for any residue of the ghastly black concoction from the tea pots. “The tea pots singing and dancing by themselves really should’ve been a dead give away
As you continue to wallow miserably through the mud, with the exception of Hond, several flickering lights to your left arrest your attention. Entranced by the pale orange glow, you begin to inadvertently shuffle off the path, deeper into the foreboding forest.
Morton and Hond stop and blink in confusion, but their two companions continue deeper into the forest, leaving the safety of the path and disappearing into the torrential rain as they pursue the strange lights.
"Chasing after flickering lights like they were balls of yarn... but then, why not? Morton old boy, it must be an omen! But is it a good omen, or bad? Best we snap them out of it if we can and sate their curiosity with clear heads. You get Hymnal." Hond will grasp Damn by the shoulder and attempt to shake him back to himself.
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When Damn doesn't respond to the shaking Hond grabs him around the shoulders and digs his heels into the mud, "Hold up, Damn Cat, what's gotten into you?"
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Morton gets ready as he rubs his hands together to chase after his companion as he latched onto the leg of the hymnal. Only to be carried with ease with each step swinging like a toddler asking its father not to leave. “Stay away from the light!”
Hond locks his strong arms around Damn, preventing him from proceeding deeper into the forest. The tabaxi does not actively resist after he has been subdued, but his eyes never leave the flickering lights, and he is completely unresponsive.
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The torrential rain pounds down upon you as you trudge down the muddy path, drenching you to the bone despite your traveling cloaks. It is a gloomy autumn night, and the nearest village is twenty miles up the road.
You are returning from your latest adventure, (involving an overweight orc, an insomniac dragon, and several cursed teapots) and exhaustion is beginning to set in. The only illumination is provided by the pale moon, trapped behind a wall of black clouds.
Thus you find yourselves in the Whispering Forest, far from civilization, dragged down by your drenched garments, and ankle deep in mud.
Not one of the highest points in your adventuring career.
Damn looks as miserable as everyone feels, cold, damp, and irritated
"We wouldn't be in this situation if one of you hadn't knocked over those cursed teapots...." he can still hear their tormented whistling echoing in his ears.
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
Hond laughs, spirits only slightly dampened by the foul weather and sucking mud, "I love tea, what can I say? And if it weren't for the teapots we might never have noticed that rather large orc trying to sneak out behind us. It's like I'm always telling you - everything happens for a reason! The signs are everywhere and you might see them too if you spent less time licking your paws."
Hymnal marches miserably through the sticky, squelching mud somewhere at the rear of the group, his usual good spirits dampened as thoroughly as his spotted pelt. After spending a few years on the road alone, this wretched weather was nothing new, but Hymnal hated getting his feet wet, let alone muddy. Scandals, what he wouldn't give for a warm fire and a packed tavern. Just twenty more miles...
"Hymnal almost wishes he hadn't talked Sleepless Ibamar out of burning us alive. At least we all would have been warm for a few moments."
Chasing Hymnal - Tabaxi Bard - The Tale of the Pumpkin King
Enzo the Nightmaw - Human Blood Hunter, Order of the Lycan
"Dovie'andi se tovya sagain."
Morton is continuously moving and picking up his feet to ensure he doesn’t sink too deeply into the mud. The knee high muck for others could be almost drowning for him, luckily he’s light in his feet. Letting out a strain of garbled words as he sticks out his pointed tongue, looking for any residue of the ghastly black concoction from the tea pots. “The tea pots singing and dancing by themselves really should’ve been a dead give away
As you continue to wallow miserably through the mud, with the exception of Hond, several flickering lights to your left arrest your attention. Entranced by the pale orange glow, you begin to inadvertently shuffle off the path, deeper into the foreboding forest.
Everyone roll a Wisdom Save.
[WIS save: 11]
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
Wis Save: 22
Wis Save - 15
“hey you guys, what’s that strange glow over yonder?”
Wisdom save: 20
Chasing Hymnal - Tabaxi Bard - The Tale of the Pumpkin King
Enzo the Nightmaw - Human Blood Hunter, Order of the Lycan
"Dovie'andi se tovya sagain."
Morton and Hond stop and blink in confusion, but their two companions continue deeper into the forest, leaving the safety of the path and disappearing into the torrential rain as they pursue the strange lights.
Morton calls out to Hond. “ What are they doing, do we follow them?” Morton says as he waddles in place.
(OOC: Oof, Wisdom's my second-lowest stat.)
Light... Light means safety and civilization, doesn't it? Yes... Surely, it does...
Chasing Hymnal - Tabaxi Bard - The Tale of the Pumpkin King
Enzo the Nightmaw - Human Blood Hunter, Order of the Lycan
"Dovie'andi se tovya sagain."
"Chasing after flickering lights like they were balls of yarn... but then, why not? Morton old boy, it must be an omen! But is it a good omen, or bad? Best we snap them out of it if we can and sate their curiosity with clear heads. You get Hymnal." Hond will grasp Damn by the shoulder and attempt to shake him back to himself.
Hond, you may attempt to Grapple Damn.
Morton can do the same on Hymnal if he wants.
When Damn doesn't respond to the shaking Hond grabs him around the shoulders and digs his heels into the mud, "Hold up, Damn Cat, what's gotten into you?"
Athletics 23
[Acrobatics: 7]
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
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Morton gets ready as he rubs his hands together to chase after his companion as he latched onto the leg of the hymnal. Only to be carried with ease with each step swinging like a toddler asking its father not to leave. “Stay away from the light!”
"The lights.....so......tempting.......must follow......don't you see..." as Hond grabs hold of him.
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
Hond locks his strong arms around Damn, preventing him from proceeding deeper into the forest. The tabaxi does not actively resist after he has been subdued, but his eyes never leave the flickering lights, and he is completely unresponsive.