All of you wake with a start.... Oddly enough, even the elves. Had they ever truly slept before? Why now?
The first thing you notice is the stomach pain and queasiness. What happened last night?
You had all taken side jobs with a local mercenary guild lately to make ends meet while trying to live in the big city. It had been working fine up til now. Your main contact in the guild was Rory Marret, someone each of you had worked with before and had hand selected each of you for this job with the disclaimer of medium to low risk and good pay, a job that came straight down from the mercenary guild leader Griskel.
This was the first time all of you had worked the same job together, and it had been extremely easy so far. You had traveled for three days by wagon to a nearby farming village named Amphail for the sole purpose of loading a solitary crate on one of the wagons and turn back around. The exchange with locals had been... odd for lack of a better word. You had met in the middle of the night and loaded the crate, then turned around and set back for Waterdeep without another glance back. No questions, you remembered, your agreement to this job. One Hundred gold promised to each member of the wagon drivers, Rory and another member of the guild named Finn, and the seven of you.
You remember that you had stopped to make camp last night, you would be arriving back to Waterdeep tomorrow around noon, and the wagon drivers Phil and Terrance joking that they could have done the job alone and made a lot more money. Terrance had made a dinner of some delicious smelling porridge for everyone. All had been merry and had a good time then gone to bed, or meditated or whatever while Finn had offered to take the first watch with Rose. He was going to Wake Thammita and Hercule for the late night watch.
Then everyone had just woken up. It was early morning. Not everyone was even in their bedrolls, some were just slumped over where they had been sitting by the fire. Everyone's stomach was on fire and despite being unconscious all night you feel exhausted.
Pelaios stands up, and grabs his waterskin and one of his travel rations packets to eat and ease the pain in his stomach. While eating, he looks around to see if everyone is present, and if the cargo is still there.
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Pelaios is a red-skinned Tiefling with high cheekbones, and long straight black hair, held back and covered by a blue turban (no horns, that you can see). He wears a long blue coat with gold filigree scrolling on the trim, and black pointed shoes that curl up at the toes. He has billowing black cotton pants, and a black vest. He holds a staff of metal, acid etched with runes which seem to change patterns every foot or so, and has a red bag slung over his shoulder to swing at his hip. This is all a bit at odds with the plain backpack he carries full of more ordinary supplies, like rope etc.
His teeth are white and pointed. His eyes are pure yellow, nearly gold. His face is clean shaven.
Thammita also gets to her feet, holding her Poor head. "Everybody's here?" She asks, in a throaty and deep voice for a woman, though the voice can be considered average among the female orcs, since the tint of her greenish complexion and her pointed fangs does not fit any human or elf.
Thammita is a half orc, relatively low, though it still rises to about 6 feet. Her brown hair is very unruly, tied with small braids reaching down to her neck, other than the parts where the rubber bands fell during the night, where her hair is towering upwards. Thammita is dressed in guard watch uniforms, not very typical of the guild members, who twist their noses in the face of the uniform. Being a wild half orc, Thammita shortened her shirt in the abdominal area so that her stomach was exposed to the cold air of the morning, which was not helpful to her aching stomach. She carries a great sword, almost the height of Danny herself, tied to her back.
Despite these details, Thammita's fascinating feature is her sharp face. Her eyes are brown, staring at the members of the group, and her teeth, including her sharp fangs, are quite white, not what you might expect from a half-orc from the street. There is a strange tattoo on the left cheek, a kind of red and blue color punch. On her neck she wears a tribal-looking necklace, with leather beads and sharp claws on it.
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Forbi and Dorbi wake almost simultaneously. They slowly stand, holding their stomachs as Dorbi retches slightly. Forbi scans the group for a moment, looking for Terrance as he shouts out in a gruff but stern voice "I thought you said you could cook Terrance, I told you that we'd be better off catching some rabbits instead of eating that slop" Dorbi rolls her eyes as she listens to her brother and steps forwards "It was very nice food, I'm just not sure if it quite agreed with us" Her voice is soft and mellow and she speaks very carefully, as if thinking every word through.
The Knox twins are both Deep Gnomes with very dark grey skin. They're both 3'3" and although Forbi is male and Dorbi is female, they share similar facial features, an angular jaw and a bulbous nose with green, almost moss coloured hair they're both wearing matching leather greaves, boots and gauntlets. Forbi has a large horseshoe mustache, short ruffled hair and is completely topless with two hand axes attached to his belt, while Dorbi has her long hair tied up in a high knotted bun and wears a small top and harness with a quiver of arrows and a bow strapped to her back.
Soil was what she could smell. Birdsong was what she could hear. That would've been fine, pleasant even if not the surge of cramping fire from her stomach. Unceremoniously, Admora found herself face down in the ground, arms to her side. With surprising tremendous effort, she pushes herself up. Her usual silver locs loosely tied back, the odd loop folding back gracefully into the knot high at the back now slumped to one side of her head; loose strands this way and that. Her rich brown skin must be an off colour; something is definitely amiss!
Her neck to wrist to ankle leather armour covered by a loose, light green coat with the waves of Melora on the back. She stands, takes her hair out to get a grasp of herself and what was going on...
Hearing others stir, she checks her backpack and things and replies to a check-in, "Here!" She grabs her stomach, "With Melora's grace..." and retches into the nearby bush...
Hercule opens his eyes, breathing heavily as casts Mage Hand to pats himself and his leathers. His curly brown hair is short enough to reveal his elven ears and matches his sad brown eyes. He slowly rises and begins to feel the surface. "I'm dying. I'm dying. I shouldn't have eaten that food ..." He reaches for his daggers and sighs in relief. "Now to find the culprit who did this."
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I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Rose got up groggily, one hand rubbing her aching stomach. "What in Lady Firehair's rosy bosom?" She groaned.
The paladin was still fully dressed in her chainmail armour, paladin's tabard and rose-embroidered hiking boots and her body protested that fact. Rose was a tall, pretty redhead with emerald green eyes, creamy skin and a body built for both battle and love. Her white tabard bore the image of a beautiful woman's face framed in red hair - the symbol of the goddess Sune, Goddess of Love and Beauty. The border of the tabard, like the hilt of her longsword bore a pattern of blooming roses. It was a testament to the practicality of her Cormyran braid that her coppery hair was not out of place despite apparently having slept fully clothed.
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Forbi begins to brush off some of the dirt thatâs stuck to his inside leg before biting away at his finger nails. With a mouth full of nail and mud he shouts out âWeâre fine, Iâm just not looking forward to a long journey todayâ he turns and spits out the contents of his mouth and continues to get himself prepared slightly more for the day. Dorbi looks around, trying to do a head count on the group of waking individuals and making sure that everyone is present.
Slowly but surely, your heads begin to clear as you look around and get your bearings.
The first thing you notice is Rory, his diminutive form lying deathly still in his bedroll, blood leaking lightly out of his nose and mouth. Not far away by the fire, Finn sat half slumped over and beginning to stir, his eyes blinking at the brightness of the rising sun over the mountains.
"What the hell... What's going on?"He said as he winced and put a hand to his stomach.
The next most important thing you notice is the lack of wagons nearby. The lack of drivers as well. Phil and Terrance were gone, and with them, whatever cargo you had been tasked with retrieving.
Dorbi gasps at the sight of Rory âRory! Rory! Can anyone help him?â She stops in her tracks âWait⊠the wagons⊠The wagons have gone!â She suddenly pulls out her bow and notches an arrow, looking at each camp mate before slowly loosening the tension on the bow âWhere are Phil and Terrance?â
Rose hurried over to Rory and put her hand over his heart. "Lady, lend your brightness to your devoted daughter that I may heal this worthy soul." She prayed and her hand began to glow with a reddish-pink light that smelt faintly of roses. The light flowed into Rory's body like water and Rose stepped back to see if he was okay.
Hercule walks slowly to join the others in the midst of a coughing fit as he moves around and steps over any small hole in the ground. "I haven't seen Terrance and Phil. Funny lot those two."
Forbi raises an eyebrow âThereâs nothing funny about this. Theyâve taken that wagon worth one, two, threeâ He starts to count on his stumpy, dirty little fingers â... a lot of money. Anyone know which way they went?â Heâs given up with counting and now has a firm grip on one of his sheathed axes.
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Thammita moans. This loss of wages may cost her some good meals ... She walks slowly toward where the carts lay, still holding her stomach, trying to locate wheel marks in the ground, or perhaps traces that will lead them to the whereabouts of the thieves. "it doesn't have to be a genius to understand that these two have taken the cart." She says. "And that tell you the street brat".
Life giving energy flowed out of Rose into Rory, and slowly his ragged shallow breathing turned steady and deep, his face beginning to show color rather than the deathly pallid look it had been before. His eyes opened for a brief moment to look up at Rose as he whispered, "Never thought I... would meet an angel.. much.. less be saved by one..." Then his eyes closed again as he fell into blissful sleep. It seemed that whatever had happened to everyone had worked extra well on the halfling.
Finn stood up nearby, looking up and down at the nearby road. "Well this is just great, of all the wagon drivers he could have picked for this job, he picks two that conspire to kill us and take off with the loot! I'll kill them both for this, they better never stop running!" Getting himself all worked up seemed to be a bad idea though, as at that moment he clutched his stomach, went down on one knee and began to vomit on the ground, emptying the contents of his stomach the first couple of times and then dry heaved a few more. "By the gods I hate puking, give me a knife fight with one arm tied behind my back against a hill giant any day", he said between sour strangled breaths.
Thammita had began to search for fresh wagon tracks, but as she tried to concentrate and reason things out in her head, it throbbed slightly until she closed her eyes and held herself steady for a bit. The Long Road was well used and only went two ways from here, south towards Waterdeep and north back towards Amphail though not far south it intersected with The High Road which wound north along the Sword Coast towards Neverwinter. The recent tracks on the road went both ways though, and the wagons had come from the north, so it made sense that the culprits had most likely gone south.
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Admoralooks around to see others addled by this sickness... Or, with the facts lining up in her head, poison. The elf, used to keeping things to herself, didn't say anything for now. Instead, she looks to see if she can find any local leaf or herb can simply help with this...
Dorbi looks on in awe as Rose displays this show of spiritual energy âBy Eldath, The gods have given us a healer but taken away our luckâ she wretches once more, the excitement was just too much for her stomach.
Forbi approaches Finn âA hill giant with one hand tied your back? Ha! Give me two hill giants and tie both of my handsâ he smiles, trying to show off how sharp his teeth are. Most deep gnomes teeth are more rounded but after years of eating mostly meat, Forbi and Dorbiâs teeth are in incredibly sharp. âSo, when are we going to hunt down these crooks?â Forbi takes an axe out and throws it in the air, allowing it to spin 360 degrees before catching the handle again. Dorbi pats her brother on the shoulder âTwo giants with no hands âey? The only reason youâd win that fight is because Iâd have already taken them out before they got to you. Now, did someone say something about a hunt?â Dorbi grins and tightens the knot in her hair
âA hunt begins once the dogs begin the chase. Start walking down the tracks, and try to make sure you bray real loud when you find the quarry.â Pelaios gestures at Forbi and Dorbi to head south on the road, and begins to walk.
Ches 03, 1496 DR, Year of the Duplicitous Courtier
All of you wake with a start.... Oddly enough, even the elves. Had they ever truly slept before? Why now?
The first thing you notice is the stomach pain and queasiness. What happened last night?
You had all taken side jobs with a local mercenary guild lately to make ends meet while trying to live in the big city. It had been working fine up til now. Your main contact in the guild was Rory Marret, someone each of you had worked with before and had hand selected each of you for this job with the disclaimer of medium to low risk and good pay, a job that came straight down from the mercenary guild leader Griskel.
This was the first time all of you had worked the same job together, and it had been extremely easy so far. You had traveled for three days by wagon to a nearby farming village named Amphail for the sole purpose of loading a solitary crate on one of the wagons and turn back around. The exchange with locals had been... odd for lack of a better word. You had met in the middle of the night and loaded the crate, then turned around and set back for Waterdeep without another glance back. No questions, you remembered, your agreement to this job. One Hundred gold promised to each member of the wagon drivers, Rory and another member of the guild named Finn, and the seven of you.
You remember that you had stopped to make camp last night, you would be arriving back to Waterdeep tomorrow around noon, and the wagon drivers Phil and Terrance joking that they could have done the job alone and made a lot more money. Terrance had made a dinner of some delicious smelling porridge for everyone. All had been merry and had a good time then gone to bed, or meditated or whatever while Finn had offered to take the first watch with Rose. He was going to Wake Thammita and Hercule for the late night watch.
Then everyone had just woken up. It was early morning. Not everyone was even in their bedrolls, some were just slumped over where they had been sitting by the fire. Everyone's stomach was on fire and despite being unconscious all night you feel exhausted.
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Pelaios stands up, and grabs his waterskin and one of his travel rations packets to eat and ease the pain in his stomach. While eating, he looks around to see if everyone is present, and if the cargo is still there.
(forgot to give a description!)
Pelaios is a red-skinned Tiefling with high cheekbones, and long straight black hair, held back and covered by a blue turban (no horns, that you can see). He wears a long blue coat with gold filigree scrolling on the trim, and black pointed shoes that curl up at the toes. He has billowing black cotton pants, and a black vest. He holds a staff of metal, acid etched with runes which seem to change patterns every foot or so, and has a red bag slung over his shoulder to swing at his hip. This is all a bit at odds with the plain backpack he carries full of more ordinary supplies, like rope etc.
His teeth are white and pointed. His eyes are pure yellow, nearly gold. His face is clean shaven.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Thammita also gets to her feet, holding her Poor head. "Everybody's here?" She asks, in a throaty and deep voice for a woman, though the voice can be considered average among the female orcs, since the tint of her greenish complexion and her pointed fangs does not fit any human or elf.
Thammita is a half orc, relatively low, though it still rises to about 6 feet. Her brown hair is very unruly, tied with small braids reaching down to her neck, other than the parts where the rubber bands fell during the night, where her hair is towering upwards. Thammita is dressed in guard watch uniforms, not very typical of the guild members, who twist their noses in the face of the uniform. Being a wild half orc, Thammita shortened her shirt in the abdominal area so that her stomach was exposed to the cold air of the morning, which was not helpful to her aching stomach. She carries a great sword, almost the height of Danny herself, tied to her back.
Despite these details, Thammita's fascinating feature is her sharp face. Her eyes are brown, staring at the members of the group, and her teeth, including her sharp fangs, are quite white, not what you might expect from a half-orc from the street. There is a strange tattoo on the left cheek, a kind of red and blue color punch. On her neck she wears a tribal-looking necklace, with leather beads and sharp claws on it.
Kotidar - Human(Variant) Fighter 1 - Ravinca in Session
Thammita - Half-Orc Barbarian(Path of the berserker) 3 - Into the Fire
Forbi and Dorbi wake almost simultaneously. They slowly stand, holding their stomachs as Dorbi retches slightly. Forbi scans the group for a moment, looking for Terrance as he shouts out in a gruff but stern voice "I thought you said you could cook Terrance, I told you that we'd be better off catching some rabbits instead of eating that slop" Dorbi rolls her eyes as she listens to her brother and steps forwards "It was very nice food, I'm just not sure if it quite agreed with us" Her voice is soft and mellow and she speaks very carefully, as if thinking every word through.
The Knox twins are both Deep Gnomes with very dark grey skin. They're both 3'3" and although Forbi is male and Dorbi is female, they share similar facial features, an angular jaw and a bulbous nose with green, almost moss coloured hair they're both wearing matching leather greaves, boots and gauntlets. Forbi has a large horseshoe mustache, short ruffled hair and is completely topless with two hand axes attached to his belt, while Dorbi has her long hair tied up in a high knotted bun and wears a small top and harness with a quiver of arrows and a bow strapped to her back.
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Soil was what she could smell. Birdsong was what she could hear. That would've been fine, pleasant even if not the surge of cramping fire from her stomach. Unceremoniously, Admora found herself face down in the ground, arms to her side. With surprising tremendous effort, she pushes herself up. Her usual silver locs loosely tied back, the odd loop folding back gracefully into the knot high at the back now slumped to one side of her head; loose strands this way and that. Her rich brown skin must be an off colour; something is definitely amiss!
Her neck to wrist to ankle leather armour covered by a loose, light green coat with the waves of Melora on the back. She stands, takes her hair out to get a grasp of herself and what was going on...
Hearing others stir, she checks her backpack and things and replies to a check-in, "Here!" She grabs her stomach, "With Melora's grace..." and retches into the nearby bush...
Hercule opens his eyes, breathing heavily as casts Mage Hand to pats himself and his leathers. His curly brown hair is short enough to reveal his elven ears and matches his sad brown eyes. He slowly rises and begins to feel the surface. "I'm dying. I'm dying. I shouldn't have eaten that food ..." He reaches for his daggers and sighs in relief. "Now to find the culprit who did this."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Rose got up groggily, one hand rubbing her aching stomach. "What in Lady Firehair's rosy bosom?" She groaned.
The paladin was still fully dressed in her chainmail armour, paladin's tabard and rose-embroidered hiking boots and her body protested that fact. Rose was a tall, pretty redhead with emerald green eyes, creamy skin and a body built for both battle and love. Her white tabard bore the image of a beautiful woman's face framed in red hair - the symbol of the goddess Sune, Goddess of Love and Beauty. The border of the tabard, like the hilt of her longsword bore a pattern of blooming roses. It was a testament to the practicality of her Cormyran braid that her coppery hair was not out of place despite apparently having slept fully clothed.
"Is everyone okay?" She asked, concerned.
Forbi begins to brush off some of the dirt thatâs stuck to his inside leg before biting away at his finger nails. With a mouth full of nail and mud he shouts out âWeâre fine, Iâm just not looking forward to a long journey todayâ he turns and spits out the contents of his mouth and continues to get himself prepared slightly more for the day. Dorbi looks around, trying to do a head count on the group of waking individuals and making sure that everyone is present.
Perception: 21
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Slowly but surely, your heads begin to clear as you look around and get your bearings.
The first thing you notice is Rory, his diminutive form lying deathly still in his bedroll, blood leaking lightly out of his nose and mouth. Not far away by the fire, Finn sat half slumped over and beginning to stir, his eyes blinking at the brightness of the rising sun over the mountains.
"What the hell... What's going on?" He said as he winced and put a hand to his stomach.
The next most important thing you notice is the lack of wagons nearby. The lack of drivers as well. Phil and Terrance were gone, and with them, whatever cargo you had been tasked with retrieving.
Dorbi gasps at the sight of Rory âRory! Rory! Can anyone help him?â She stops in her tracks âWait⊠the wagons⊠The wagons have gone!â She suddenly pulls out her bow and notches an arrow, looking at each camp mate before slowly loosening the tension on the bow âWhere are Phil and Terrance?â
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Rose hurried over to Rory and put her hand over his heart. "Lady, lend your brightness to your devoted daughter that I may heal this worthy soul." She prayed and her hand began to glow with a reddish-pink light that smelt faintly of roses. The light flowed into Rory's body like water and Rose stepped back to see if he was okay.
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Hercule walks slowly to join the others in the midst of a coughing fit as he moves around and steps over any small hole in the ground. "I haven't seen Terrance and Phil. Funny lot those two."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Forbi raises an eyebrow âThereâs nothing funny about this. Theyâve taken that wagon worth one, two, threeâ He starts to count on his stumpy, dirty little fingers â... a lot of money. Anyone know which way they went?â Heâs given up with counting and now has a firm grip on one of his sheathed axes.
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Thammita moans. This loss of wages may cost her some good meals ... She walks slowly toward where the carts lay, still holding her stomach, trying to locate wheel marks in the ground, or perhaps traces that will lead them to the whereabouts of the thieves. "it doesn't have to be a genius to understand that these two have taken the cart." She says. "And that tell you the street brat".
Survival check:14
Kotidar - Human(Variant) Fighter 1 - Ravinca in Session
Thammita - Half-Orc Barbarian(Path of the berserker) 3 - Into the Fire
Life giving energy flowed out of Rose into Rory, and slowly his ragged shallow breathing turned steady and deep, his face beginning to show color rather than the deathly pallid look it had been before. His eyes opened for a brief moment to look up at Rose as he whispered, "Never thought I... would meet an angel.. much.. less be saved by one..." Then his eyes closed again as he fell into blissful sleep. It seemed that whatever had happened to everyone had worked extra well on the halfling.
Finn stood up nearby, looking up and down at the nearby road. "Well this is just great, of all the wagon drivers he could have picked for this job, he picks two that conspire to kill us and take off with the loot! I'll kill them both for this, they better never stop running!" Getting himself all worked up seemed to be a bad idea though, as at that moment he clutched his stomach, went down on one knee and began to vomit on the ground, emptying the contents of his stomach the first couple of times and then dry heaved a few more. "By the gods I hate puking, give me a knife fight with one arm tied behind my back against a hill giant any day", he said between sour strangled breaths.
Thammita had began to search for fresh wagon tracks, but as she tried to concentrate and reason things out in her head, it throbbed slightly until she closed her eyes and held herself steady for a bit. The Long Road was well used and only went two ways from here, south towards Waterdeep and north back towards Amphail though not far south it intersected with The High Road which wound north along the Sword Coast towards Neverwinter. The recent tracks on the road went both ways though, and the wagons had come from the north, so it made sense that the culprits had most likely gone south.
Admora looks around to see others addled by this sickness... Or, with the facts lining up in her head, poison. The elf, used to keeping things to herself, didn't say anything for now. Instead, she looks to see if she can find any local leaf or herb can simply help with this...
Nature check: 10
Dorbi looks on in awe as Rose displays this show of spiritual energy âBy Eldath, The gods have given us a healer but taken away our luckâ she wretches once more, the excitement was just too much for her stomach.
Forbi approaches Finn âA hill giant with one hand tied your back? Ha! Give me two hill giants and tie both of my handsâ he smiles, trying to show off how sharp his teeth are. Most deep gnomes teeth are more rounded but after years of eating mostly meat, Forbi and Dorbiâs teeth are in incredibly sharp. âSo, when are we going to hunt down these crooks?â Forbi takes an axe out and throws it in the air, allowing it to spin 360 degrees before catching the handle again. Dorbi pats her brother on the shoulder âTwo giants with no hands âey? The only reason youâd win that fight is because Iâd have already taken them out before they got to you. Now, did someone say something about a hunt?â Dorbi grins and tightens the knot in her hair
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âA hunt begins once the dogs begin the chase. Start walking down the tracks, and try to make sure you bray real loud when you find the quarry.â Pelaios gestures at Forbi and Dorbi to head south on the road, and begins to walk.
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Hercule sees Dorbi vomit and turns away. "Just because when you get sick on the road, it could be led to track us." He walks to catch up to Pelaios.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.