Debolsia begins her morning as she does most mornings with a bit of exercise and meditation. She found the moments of quiet helped her to focus on planning for the day without interruption. They also happened to be the few moments she spent awake where she wasn't attempting to talk to someone to learn their story. She manages to eat a decent meal at the inn and brings her belongings out to the wagon. She didn't have a lot of gear with her, but she always felt comfortable in packing light.
"Good morning brethren. Have to admit it took a while to fall asleep with all of the excitement for the expedition. Do you need help getting anything ready? All I have is in this bag," she says as she tosses it into an open space in the wagon. The dwarf seems to be decently rested and has her hair braided in a form over function pattern tight to the back of her head. There was a clear expression of excitement at getting the day started on her face as she waited for her new companions to join her.
Amshoon will have woken quite early and looks a bit like a kid on Christmas morning. He hums happily to himself, helping Gundren and Sildar get everything packed and strapped down in the wagons.
He sings a little to himself “On the road again.... I just can’t wait to get on the road again...”
Elizabeth came out of her room, all her stuff strapped to her back as usual "Morning! Hope everybody slept well..." she says, offering a soft smile. "I have everything I need." She says gesturing at her pack. She doesn't put it in one of the carts, instead choosing to hold on to it. "Um... does anyone need help with anything?"
"Most of the time I've found the animals know their job well enough," Nicola says to Amshoon. "I'm sure you'd be as good a driver as anyone."
She's a little nervous as she talks, trying not to stare at his more demon-like features. Despite her couple years taking odd jobs, she's never actually met a tiefling, only heard tales of the "demon-touched" from her old village's church back when she was an acolyte priest -- none of them good.
Despite her nervousness, she's determined to look past those prejudices for the sake of the mission. And this Amshoon seems nice enough.
Debolsia nods. "I'm sure you can handle it." She attempt to find a spot in the back of the wagon where she can look out and see where they've gone and where they're going.
Amshoon nods congenially to Nicola and Debolsia. He then gives Nicola a second look and leans down a little closer.
"I find that it helps to let your curiosity flourish and be honest." He gestures to his horns "would you like to touch them?" He waits with a smile and gives his tail an entertaining little flick.
Irena speaks up, suddenly appearing from who knows where. "Not me. I'm ranged fire support in case we run into something nasty on the road. Got my longbow all oiled up and nice, ready to make goblin-kebabs on the run." The tall daleswoman hops on and tries to find a space that will let her fire as needed.
Vinras looks to the group with a smile and gets into the wagon trying to go for a spot also in the back of wagon to look out the back and see the places they are passing, “How long is the ride out to the mine?” He speaks more aloud to anyone listening that might know.
Gundren finishes fussing with the horses and claps his hands. “That’s everybody on board- should be about two days to Phandalin, so you’ll have to camp. Sildar and I will be on horseback; we’ll catch you up before you get there.”
Sildar hands Amshoon a hand drawn map with the location of the town and the best route marked.
“Stick to the High road until you see the Triboar trail, then head west.” the big human mutters quietly. “You shouldn’t have any trouble on the main roads.”
“Alright, the sun’s up- time for you lot to get started!” says Gundren. He gives one of the horses an affectionate smack on the rump and the wagon starts rolling south.
Very good. The party leaves Neverwinter through the south gate, and rolls south along the High Road. The weather is fine, with fluffy clouds drifting across the sky, and the leaves on the trees just beginning to yellow. A salt breeze is carried in from the ocean, and all seems peaceful. It is a perfect day for travelling.
Vinras, you notice a party of travellers that overtake as you leave the city. Their leader is a Half-elf with blond hair, who seems to be giving your wagon an uncommon amount of interest as they pass; but then they spur their horses and disappear into the distance.
Vinras takes note of the party and the Half-Elf with the Blond Hair, feeling a bit unsettled by the interest given, "Interesting... That group of travelers... The leader of them, I assume a half-elf with the blond hair... He seemed... almost a little to interested in our traveling group..." He stated to those in the wagons, "We should keep a keen eye out for them as we go down the road."
Irena jokingly preened. "Well we do have more than our fair share of winsome lasses." She said. After a moment of laughter Irena calmed down and added "All joking aside, you're probably right. I'll certainly be keeping an eye out."
Nicola just enjoys the peaceful morning on the wagon, reading a book, whiling away the time, glancing around every so often to make sure everyone is doing okay.
"Love this weather," she remarks to whoever might happen to be closest to her.
Irena nodded. "This sea breeze feels really nice. Back home in Shadowdale we didn't really have those, being on the inside of a forest, but I quite like it."
To Irena, Nicola says, "Shadowdale, that's the Dalelands, isn't it? All the way across the desert if my memory serves! And I thought I came a long way. What brings you so far from home?"
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Debolsia begins her morning as she does most mornings with a bit of exercise and meditation. She found the moments of quiet helped her to focus on planning for the day without interruption. They also happened to be the few moments she spent awake where she wasn't attempting to talk to someone to learn their story. She manages to eat a decent meal at the inn and brings her belongings out to the wagon. She didn't have a lot of gear with her, but she always felt comfortable in packing light.
"Good morning brethren. Have to admit it took a while to fall asleep with all of the excitement for the expedition. Do you need help getting anything ready? All I have is in this bag," she says as she tosses it into an open space in the wagon. The dwarf seems to be decently rested and has her hair braided in a form over function pattern tight to the back of her head. There was a clear expression of excitement at getting the day started on her face as she waited for her new companions to join her.
Amshoon will have woken quite early and looks a bit like a kid on Christmas morning. He hums happily to himself, helping Gundren and Sildar get everything packed and strapped down in the wagons.
He sings a little to himself “On the road again.... I just can’t wait to get on the road again...”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Elizabeth came out of her room, all her stuff strapped to her back as usual "Morning! Hope everybody slept well..." she says, offering a soft smile. "I have everything I need." She says gesturing at her pack. She doesn't put it in one of the carts, instead choosing to hold on to it. "Um... does anyone need help with anything?"
At last, all the items are stowed and the wagon is ready to leave.
Gundren grins at the group and says
“alright, you can get started as soon as you decide who’s driving”
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Amshoon speaks up. “I don’t mind driving, but I’ve never driven a cart before. I’m sure it’s not so hard.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Most of the time I've found the animals know their job well enough," Nicola says to Amshoon. "I'm sure you'd be as good a driver as anyone."
She's a little nervous as she talks, trying not to stare at his more demon-like features. Despite her couple years taking odd jobs, she's never actually met a tiefling, only heard tales of the "demon-touched" from her old village's church back when she was an acolyte priest -- none of them good.
Despite her nervousness, she's determined to look past those prejudices for the sake of the mission. And this Amshoon seems nice enough.
Debolsia nods. "I'm sure you can handle it." She attempt to find a spot in the back of the wagon where she can look out and see where they've gone and where they're going.
Amshoon nods congenially to Nicola and Debolsia. He then gives Nicola a second look and leans down a little closer.
"I find that it helps to let your curiosity flourish and be honest." He gestures to his horns "would you like to touch them?" He waits with a smile and gives his tail an entertaining little flick.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Irena speaks up, suddenly appearing from who knows where. "Not me. I'm ranged fire support in case we run into something nasty on the road. Got my longbow all oiled up and nice, ready to make goblin-kebabs on the run." The tall daleswoman hops on and tries to find a space that will let her fire as needed.
To Amshoon: "Oh, um no I'm good thanks!"
Nicola rolls her eyes and moves around the back of the wagon to help make sure everything is packed in and secure.
Vinras looks to the group with a smile and gets into the wagon trying to go for a spot also in the back of wagon to look out the back and see the places they are passing, “How long is the ride out to the mine?” He speaks more aloud to anyone listening that might know.
Gundren finishes fussing with the horses and claps his hands. “That’s everybody on board- should be about two days to Phandalin, so you’ll have to camp. Sildar and I will be on horseback; we’ll catch you up before you get there.”
Sildar hands Amshoon a hand drawn map with the location of the town and the best route marked.
“Stick to the High road until you see the Triboar trail, then head west.” the big human mutters quietly. “You shouldn’t have any trouble on the main roads.”
“Alright, the sun’s up- time for you lot to get started!” says Gundren. He gives one of the horses an affectionate smack on the rump and the wagon starts rolling south.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
The journey is started! I will need somebody to roll me a perception check for the first day!
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Vinras looks about the surroundings as the wagon sets off, he starts to whistle a small tune.
Perception: 17
Very good. The party leaves Neverwinter through the south gate, and rolls south along the High Road. The weather is fine, with fluffy clouds drifting across the sky, and the leaves on the trees just beginning to yellow. A salt breeze is carried in from the ocean, and all seems peaceful. It is a perfect day for travelling.
Vinras, you notice a party of travellers that overtake as you leave the city. Their leader is a Half-elf with blond hair, who seems to be giving your wagon an uncommon amount of interest as they pass; but then they spur their horses and disappear into the distance.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Vinras takes note of the party and the Half-Elf with the Blond Hair, feeling a bit unsettled by the interest given, "Interesting... That group of travelers... The leader of them, I assume a half-elf with the blond hair... He seemed... almost a little to interested in our traveling group..." He stated to those in the wagons, "We should keep a keen eye out for them as we go down the road."
Irena jokingly preened. "Well we do have more than our fair share of winsome lasses." She said. After a moment of laughter Irena calmed down and added "All joking aside, you're probably right. I'll certainly be keeping an eye out."
Nicola just enjoys the peaceful morning on the wagon, reading a book, whiling away the time, glancing around every so often to make sure everyone is doing okay.
"Love this weather," she remarks to whoever might happen to be closest to her.
Irena nodded. "This sea breeze feels really nice. Back home in Shadowdale we didn't really have those, being on the inside of a forest, but I quite like it."
To Irena, Nicola says, "Shadowdale, that's the Dalelands, isn't it? All the way across the desert if my memory serves! And I thought I came a long way. What brings you so far from home?"