Silas looks at micheal and points toward a winding building a few miles from here “ That’s where your staying, the Blackheaven inn. “ He starts walking briskly, and looks back at the group. “ Well what are you waiting for? Let’s go! “
As they strolled onward, they stopped at a market square. “ Welcome everyone! To the Garrazan Market! “ He picked up a strange fruit, and slid a coin to a teen on the other side of a shop, who picked it up, and nodded graciously, before running off to his father. Silas but into the fruit, and sighed. “ Nothing like this place. “ He turned to the Group, waving his hand towards the vastness of the market. “ Go on then! Find some lunch! “
At the sight of the strange fruit, that was clearly ok to eat, Michael brightened up. He moved to the counter and purchased some fruit himself, biting into it with a pleased smile. "Quite different, but good." He says, enjoying the strange flavoring of the exotic fruit. "What is it called?" He asks the shop keeper and the captain.
Anders follows along through the city like a catfish through the tall grass of a marsh, eyes and ears alert to any danger. He speaks rarely, but nods at the captain’s pronouncement of their base of operations at the Blackheaven Inn.
He does seem to be sizing up the others in the group as well. (If anyone is hiding something via bluff or slight of hand, Anders’ passive Insight is 18 and passive Perception is 23.)
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Silas looks over at Anders, and offers another fruit, purple coloured with dashes of yellow. “ Want some? It’s really good!
Survival Check to make sure the fruit is okay to eat: *23
Nature Check to see if he knows where it is from: *16
Anders:
(Assuming the fruit is safe) Anders takes the fruit and takes a bite, only belatedly remembering to mumble, "Thanks." (RP-ing a 7 Charisma as a nature priest un-used to dealing with anything other than creatures of the forest).
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Silas nods at Anders, and walks over browsing through different shops, looking at trinkets and the sort, before an ear splitting roar echoes through the market square. Silas gasps, looking blankly at the sky. “ Anders. Get to the inn. “ ( Also make a history check )
At the sight of the strange fruit, that was clearly ok to eat, Michael brightened up. He moved to the counter and purchased some fruit himself, biting into it with a pleased smile. "Quite different, but good." He says, enjoying the strange flavoring of the exotic fruit. "What is it called?" He asks the shop keeper and the captain.
The small child shopkeeper noticed Michael, and said in a strange accent, and said “ Oh that Rah’kah! Named after the natives in some faraway land! “ Bu then he heard the ear splitting screech, and ran to his pa, who sheltered him as they ran. The group noticed that the entire square was fleeing.
Alivont takes in the sights of Amberspire’s market, finding lunch and asking the locals about the place. When he hears the shriek and sees people running, he makes his way back to the group before attempting to look for the source of the noise.
"Very well." Michael said with a nod. "Guardian, away." He gestures and the mechanical cat lunges off towards the inn, with Michael on its heels. The cat-beast construct runs about ten feet ahead of Michael as he follows after it. The two high-tailing it towards the inn as ordered.
The unnatural roar pierces Torin's ears. It is unlike anything he's heard before, but he knows the sound of trouble. Completely loosing track of the group, Torin scans the Garrazan Market square looking for the Blackheaven. Once he spots what appears to be an inn, he makes a careful dash for the door, looking up and behind him for the source of the sound as he stumbles over the cobblestone plaza.
As Torrin enters, a dashing lady in a leather dress grabs him by the collar. She yanks him inside, and checks the windows. Torrin sees other people hiding under desks and tables. She turns and faces Torrin, And whispers “ Who sent you? Was it Silas? “
Michael comes into the inn, with his cat-construct at his side. "The Captain said you would know what to do." He states, as he walks up to the woman who looks to be in charge. "He told me to get here and that you would know what to do..." He survey's the group huddled under tables. "Hopefully it is more than hide under a table..."
Silas looks at micheal and points toward a winding building a few miles from here “ That’s where your staying, the Blackheaven inn. “
He starts walking briskly, and looks back at the group. “ Well what are you waiting for? Let’s go! “
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More than a bit uncomfortable in the city, Michael stays close to the captain, his mechanical feline-shaped construct close by his side.
As they strolled onward, they stopped at a market square. “ Welcome everyone! To the Garrazan Market! “ He picked up a strange fruit, and slid a coin to a teen on the other side of a shop, who picked it up, and nodded graciously, before running off to his father. Silas but into the fruit, and sighed. “ Nothing like this place. “ He turned to the Group, waving his hand towards the vastness of the market. “ Go on then! Find some lunch! “
heheh get rickrolled xdddddd
At the sight of the strange fruit, that was clearly ok to eat, Michael brightened up. He moved to the counter and purchased some fruit himself, biting into it with a pleased smile. "Quite different, but good." He says, enjoying the strange flavoring of the exotic fruit. "What is it called?" He asks the shop keeper and the captain.
Anders:
Anders follows along through the city like a catfish through the tall grass of a marsh, eyes and ears alert to any danger. He speaks rarely, but nods at the captain’s pronouncement of their base of operations at the Blackheaven Inn.
He does seem to be sizing up the others in the group as well. (If anyone is hiding something via bluff or slight of hand, Anders’ passive Insight is 18 and passive Perception is 23.)
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Silas looks over at Anders, and offers another fruit, purple coloured with dashes of yellow. “ Want some? It’s really good! “
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Survival Check to make sure the fruit is okay to eat: *23
Nature Check to see if he knows where it is from: *16
Anders:
(Assuming the fruit is safe) Anders takes the fruit and takes a bite, only belatedly remembering to mumble, "Thanks." (RP-ing a 7 Charisma as a nature priest un-used to dealing with anything other than creatures of the forest).
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Silas nods at Anders, and walks over browsing through different shops, looking at trinkets and the sort, before an ear splitting roar echoes through the market square. Silas gasps, looking blankly at the sky. “ Anders. Get to the inn. “ ( Also make a history check )
heheh get rickrolled xdddddd
"What would you like the rest of us to do?" Michael asks as he glances towards the sky.
The small child shopkeeper noticed Michael, and said in a strange accent, and said “ Oh that Rah’kah! Named after the natives in some faraway land! “ Bu then he heard the ear splitting screech, and ran to his pa, who sheltered him as they ran. The group noticed that the entire square was fleeing.
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Silas Looked back at Micheal “ Get to that inn, tell the lady at the bar I sent you, she’ll know what to do! “
“ Anders! I need you here to help me! “
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Alivont takes in the sights of Amberspire’s market, finding lunch and asking the locals about the place. When he hears the shriek and sees people running, he makes his way back to the group before attempting to look for the source of the noise.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
"Very well." Michael said with a nod. "Guardian, away." He gestures and the mechanical cat lunges off towards the inn, with Michael on its heels. The cat-beast construct runs about ten feet ahead of Michael as he follows after it. The two high-tailing it towards the inn as ordered.
"Shit, that can't be good"
The unnatural roar pierces Torin's ears. It is unlike anything he's heard before, but he knows the sound of trouble. Completely loosing track of the group, Torin scans the Garrazan Market square looking for the Blackheaven. Once he spots what appears to be an inn, he makes a careful dash for the door, looking up and behind him for the source of the sound as he stumbles over the cobblestone plaza.
As Torrin enters, a dashing lady in a leather dress grabs him by the collar. She yanks him inside, and checks the windows. Torrin sees other people hiding under desks and tables. She turns and faces Torrin, And whispers “ Who sent you? Was it Silas? “
heheh get rickrolled xdddddd
Torin surveys the Blackheaven, taking note of the town folks' fear of what's outside. He turns towards the lady:
"Well I guess you could say that...barely know him. Nice guy...but...
Torin trails off and leans over toward the window, peaking under the drawn shutters:
"...what the hell was that out there! What are we dealing with?"
Michael comes into the inn, with his cat-construct at his side. "The Captain said you would know what to do." He states, as he walks up to the woman who looks to be in charge. "He told me to get here and that you would know what to do..." He survey's the group huddled under tables. "Hopefully it is more than hide under a table..."
“ A Sunflag, a real pain in the ass when it comes to behemoths! “ She runs upstairs “ Well, cmon! We gotta get rid of it some how! “
She opens a hatch to the outside “ Lets go! “
( everyone roll initiative )
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Initiative: 12
Alivont stands in the market as people around him flee. He draws his longsword and shield, and readies himself.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Michael and Guardian initiative: 20
Michael follows the lady up the stairs as quick as he can, already with his heavy crossbow in hand.