"Didn't that messenger say to head out at first light?"Otis says rising from his seat. "He didn't want us traveling these Svalich Woods at night. I was sure hoping to get my beauty sleep before heading out."
"Safer as a group, I guess." Shariel shrugs and looks across the party, "Seems we're all in, one way or another. Let's just hope we don't regret this."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Zeus had gone silent and lost in thought with the parchment in hand, trying to discern something - anything! - that would support his suspicion of a nefarious plot or a sick taste of humor hiding behind a pompously written plea of help that would befit a theatrical play for the nobility rather than a life or death situation. He fails to detect anything other than the incongruous tone and unheard-of names of places passed around with ease, and his sense of what is right to do in such a time simply doesn't allow him to put the piece of paper away. "If you go, you can count on me to be with you and do what's right." He exhales, with a tensed voice. Zeus exchanges a few glances, including the goliath. "Just let me have a few hours to put the gold to good use in this community, then I will be ready."
The night moves on, and you all rest in the tavern except for Zeuves who visits the temple of Helm to donate some of his earnings to those in need before returning to the inn.
Upon awaking in the morning, you all gather your belongings and begin to head north out of Neverwinter as the Stranger suggested. The fresh open air brings a slight relief and comfort to all of you as the morning sun rises over The Crags to the East. You march for about 2 hours before you all begin to notice a shift in temperature; you feel a chill crawl up the backs of your necks as a small wind can be felt bringing in a fog around you.
As another hour passes you notice that the fog has gotten much thicker. Limiting your view to barely 20 feet ahead of you, and continuing to get thicker. In the distance you can hear three wolves howl.
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"Damn a hill, I'd take anything but ground and fog at this point." Shariel sweeps her hands down and produces a pair of hatchets from her belt.
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Marius replies aloud to Kraed, "You ARE the mountain we found, though I don't know that we were looking for you!" His voice is soft and friendly, yet carries over the gloom.
"Listen to those wolves," he murmurs to Rav. Enthralled with their voices, he intones, "Children of the fog... what music they make."
Seeing Shariel snap out her axes, though, he draws a serpentine dagger and adjusts the pouches around his waist.
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"You know,"Otis says to Zeus as the group makes their way down the road, "next time you need someone to make some donations to, you don't need to look too far. I can put your gold to good use too. I may even be able to make you something nice in return."
"Odd that wolves are out this early in the day." He glances about nervously and a slight chill runs up his spine. He removes his rod from a holster on his waist taking cue from the others who are preparing. The gnome re-positions himself to make sure he is not the first thing any wolves see - hiding between the goliath and firbolg.
"Yes, everyone keep close. The packs would love to hunt in such a fog. No one should wander off alone." With that proclamation he draws his longsword, keeping it readily at hand, and begins strapping his shield to his off-hand...the imagery of Selune clearly emblazoned across the front.
By the early break of dawn, Zeus has been among the first to arrive at the spoken place of gathering outside of the town. Hard to tell whether he had any sleep the last night as his worn-out expression has become almost etched onto his face. For most of the first few hours of travel, he goes over the contents of the letter again, and shares he had been unable to find further information himself though he tried.
"The folk who need that gold can't afford for their meal for the month to be gambled even for a glint of fortune." He responds to Otis, though he smiles bleakly. "But it's not like I haven't thought of it, my friend. If I didn't know better, I might have tried myself."
His simple small talk ceases immediately as the howl tears through the thick curtain of fog. Zeus has his hand on the sword before the commands start exchanging and the formation is set. He takes a place close to the goliath but on the group's side -- ready to either assist on the front or step to the back -- and he scours through the thick mist for any sign of movement.
"We need to move." Shariel forces her breathing to as she listens to the fog for the direction of wolves, "Stay close and stay alert."
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Kraed picks his axe and nods to Shariel words. " I am not sure they like goliath meat, but I am sure they like gnome meat. It seems that it's more tender you know?" he winks to Otis.
Continuing down the path, the fog still thick, Shariel notices a body along the side of the road. Inspecting from a far, (your about 15 ft away still) you can just make out a tree line just behind the corpse. The silence filled only by your own footsteps feels trapped in the dense fog, until suddenly cut through with another chorus of howls, this time it sounds like more have gathered, closer, but hard to discern where they are coming from around you.
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Shariel pokes her head out from around the others, "I assume you all see what's in front of us....I can't see a damn thing, and this fog just sucks all the sound from my ears."
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"Sure. I see.... fog. A lot of fog. And I can't help but think that we are beign hunted." by his tone it seems that the tall goliath finds that amusing.
The corpse lays face down in the dirt, inspecting the ground around it, Kraerd sees what appear to be 6 wolf tracks circling the body. The body is torn to shreds with bite and claw marks. Upon rolling over the dead body, Kraerd for a quick second sees his own face, cold and lifeless. After a quick double take, the face turns into that of a person he has never seen before.
Another chorus of howls echo through the fog, this time quickly silenced, almost as if commanded. Suddenly out of the forest behind the body a large wolf lurches out and strikes out at Kraerd, clenching its mighty jaws around his arm. Five smaller wolves follow out of the woods and begin to surround the rest of you.
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"Yes... this is the wolves doing... " Krared says, kneeling to inspect the tracks around the body. " Be wary lowlanders, once they taste human meat they tend to develop a taste for it... "
The Goliath jumps backwards, startled when he sees his own face on the corpse. He blinks and the ilusion is gone. " I must be getting sick for breathing so few air in the lowland..." he was thinking when suddenly the great wolf bites him in the arm!
Roaring in pain and anger, the barbarain raises his greataxe planning on having a new wolf pelt cape.
Zeuves nodded to Shariel but kept his voice to himself, communicating with simple common signs. Move. Slowly. He carefully scoured the area from left to right while remaining on the flank facing the howls that eerily emanate from under the thick veil of the milky gray fog. He is among the last to notice the body left on their path but stands vigilant by the flank and lets others take a closer look. Only when he is close to Kraed, he whispers with a hissing voice. "We are led here, I feel it. Like.. watch out!."
His whisper rises in a bark of belated warning and the grip of the sword is clenched hard when hesees the shadow emerge from the curtains surrounding them, launching its massive jaws at Kraed's arm. Gritting teeth in trained readiness Zeuves jumps aside but finding difficulty to get a good position from behind the massive goliath.
"Uh, nice doggies," Otis says nervously backing up a step as the other wolves move in around the group. Seeing large wolf take a large bite out of Kraerd, he reaches into his back and snickers. "Since you seem to be having trouble seeing them, Let me light 'em up so maybe you don't get your arm bit off again." He pulls out a small wooden ball and it near the pair of wolves near the barbarian. Speaking a few words in gnomish, he points his rod at the ball and it bursts open, spilling small bits of sparkling purple light. The large wolf is covered and begins to glow with a violet hue.
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"Didn't that messenger say to head out at first light?" Otis says rising from his seat. "He didn't want us traveling these Svalich Woods at night. I was sure hoping to get my beauty sleep before heading out."
“Hahaha! I see that spending time with me is good for you. You start to speak with wisdom!”
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"Safer as a group, I guess." Shariel shrugs and looks across the party, "Seems we're all in, one way or another. Let's just hope we don't regret this."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Zeus had gone silent and lost in thought with the parchment in hand, trying to discern something - anything! - that would support his suspicion of a nefarious plot or a sick taste of humor hiding behind a pompously written plea of help that would befit a theatrical play for the nobility rather than a life or death situation. He fails to detect anything other than the incongruous tone and unheard-of names of places passed around with ease, and his sense of what is right to do in such a time simply doesn't allow him to put the piece of paper away. "If you go, you can count on me to be with you and do what's right." He exhales, with a tensed voice. Zeus exchanges a few glances, including the goliath. "Just let me have a few hours to put the gold to good use in this community, then I will be ready."
The night moves on, and you all rest in the tavern except for Zeuves who visits the temple of Helm to donate some of his earnings to those in need before returning to the inn.
Upon awaking in the morning, you all gather your belongings and begin to head north out of Neverwinter as the Stranger suggested. The fresh open air brings a slight relief and comfort to all of you as the morning sun rises over The Crags to the East. You march for about 2 hours before you all begin to notice a shift in temperature; you feel a chill crawl up the backs of your necks as a small wind can be felt bringing in a fog around you.
As another hour passes you notice that the fog has gotten much thicker. Limiting your view to barely 20 feet ahead of you, and continuing to get thicker. In the distance you can hear three wolves howl.
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"We should look for a hill, or a good mountain to go up and get rid of this lowland fog." says Kraed.
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"Damn a hill, I'd take anything but ground and fog at this point." Shariel sweeps her hands down and produces a pair of hatchets from her belt.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Marius replies aloud to Kraed, "You ARE the mountain we found, though I don't know that we were looking for you!" His voice is soft and friendly, yet carries over the gloom.
"Listen to those wolves," he murmurs to Rav. Enthralled with their voices, he intones, "Children of the fog... what music they make."
Seeing Shariel snap out her axes, though, he draws a serpentine dagger and adjusts the pouches around his waist.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"You know," Otis says to Zeus as the group makes their way down the road, "next time you need someone to make some donations to, you don't need to look too far. I can put your gold to good use too. I may even be able to make you something nice in return."
"Odd that wolves are out this early in the day." He glances about nervously and a slight chill runs up his spine. He removes his rod from a holster on his waist taking cue from the others who are preparing. The gnome re-positions himself to make sure he is not the first thing any wolves see - hiding between the goliath and firbolg.
"Yes, everyone keep close. The packs would love to hunt in such a fog. No one should wander off alone." With that proclamation he draws his longsword, keeping it readily at hand, and begins strapping his shield to his off-hand...the imagery of Selune clearly emblazoned across the front.
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By the early break of dawn, Zeus has been among the first to arrive at the spoken place of gathering outside of the town. Hard to tell whether he had any sleep the last night as his worn-out expression has become almost etched onto his face. For most of the first few hours of travel, he goes over the contents of the letter again, and shares he had been unable to find further information himself though he tried.
"The folk who need that gold can't afford for their meal for the month to be gambled even for a glint of fortune." He responds to Otis, though he smiles bleakly. "But it's not like I haven't thought of it, my friend. If I didn't know better, I might have tried myself."
His simple small talk ceases immediately as the howl tears through the thick curtain of fog. Zeus has his hand on the sword before the commands start exchanging and the formation is set. He takes a place close to the goliath but on the group's side -- ready to either assist on the front or step to the back -- and he scours through the thick mist for any sign of movement.
"We need to move." Shariel forces her breathing to as she listens to the fog for the direction of wolves, "Stay close and stay alert."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kraed picks his axe and nods to Shariel words. " I am not sure they like goliath meat, but I am sure they like gnome meat. It seems that it's more tender you know?" he winks to Otis.
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Continuing down the path, the fog still thick, Shariel notices a body along the side of the road. Inspecting from a far, (your about 15 ft away still) you can just make out a tree line just behind the corpse. The silence filled only by your own footsteps feels trapped in the dense fog, until suddenly cut through with another chorus of howls, this time it sounds like more have gathered, closer, but hard to discern where they are coming from around you.
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Shariel pokes her head out from around the others, "I assume you all see what's in front of us....I can't see a damn thing, and this fog just sucks all the sound from my ears."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
From the back, Kraerd replies
"Sure. I see.... fog. A lot of fog. And I can't help but think that we are beign hunted." by his tone it seems that the tall goliath finds that amusing.
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The corpse lays face down in the dirt, inspecting the ground around it, Kraerd sees what appear to be 6 wolf tracks circling the body. The body is torn to shreds with bite and claw marks. Upon rolling over the dead body, Kraerd for a quick second sees his own face, cold and lifeless. After a quick double take, the face turns into that of a person he has never seen before.
Another chorus of howls echo through the fog, this time quickly silenced, almost as if commanded. Suddenly out of the forest behind the body a large wolf lurches out and strikes out at Kraerd, clenching its mighty jaws around his arm. Five smaller wolves follow out of the woods and begin to surround the rest of you.
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Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
"Yes... this is the wolves doing... " Krared says, kneeling to inspect the tracks around the body. " Be wary lowlanders, once they taste human meat they tend to develop a taste for it... "
The Goliath jumps backwards, startled when he sees his own face on the corpse. He blinks and the ilusion is gone. " I must be getting sick for breathing so few air in the lowland..." he was thinking when suddenly the great wolf bites him in the arm!
Roaring in pain and anger, the barbarain raises his greataxe planning on having a new wolf pelt cape.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Zeuves nodded to Shariel but kept his voice to himself, communicating with simple common signs. Move. Slowly. He carefully scoured the area from left to right while remaining on the flank facing the howls that eerily emanate from under the thick veil of the milky gray fog. He is among the last to notice the body left on their path but stands vigilant by the flank and lets others take a closer look. Only when he is close to Kraed, he whispers with a hissing voice. "We are led here, I feel it. Like.. watch out!."
His whisper rises in a bark of belated warning and the grip of the sword is clenched hard when hesees the shadow emerge from the curtains surrounding them, launching its massive jaws at Kraed's arm. Gritting teeth in trained readiness Zeuves jumps aside but finding difficulty to get a good position from behind the massive goliath.
"Uh, nice doggies," Otis says nervously backing up a step as the other wolves move in around the group. Seeing large wolf take a large bite out of Kraerd, he reaches into his back and snickers. "Since you seem to be having trouble seeing them, Let me light 'em up so maybe you don't get your arm bit off again." He pulls out a small wooden ball and it near the pair of wolves near the barbarian. Speaking a few words in gnomish, he points his rod at the ball and it bursts open, spilling small bits of sparkling purple light. The large wolf is covered and begins to glow with a violet hue.