You wince and groan even before you open your eyes. The bright light of the morning sun pours through your squinted eyelids as the dagger of a headache pierced deep inside your mind. You begin to look around and see three more people sit up. Each one looks exactly how you feel right now
The air is warm and blowing across the land gently to causing a feeling of comfort on a beautiful day. Unfortunately you don’t know where you are, what you were doing before you wake up.... you don’t even know who you are. You’re in basic linen clothing. Now sitting and standing in a small circle there is a:
Bronze dragonborn, obviously muscular but lean and slender.
A rather plump looking dwarf woman with auburn hair with a braided high bun. Her rosy cheeks, now slightly caked with dirt and mud made from a tad bit of drool in the corner of her mouth
A broad framed elf with shoulder length dark hair. A scar across his chin and a gold ring on his left index finger.
And finally a scrawny kobold, reddish tint with slight hues of purple on the top of his head and snout. Several scars are visible across his arms and legs like lashes.
Looking at a quick glance you’re all sitting around an extinguisher campfire. Bed rolls underneath all of you. A covered wagon and two horse are tied to a tree. A motionless figure sits at the front of the wagon. In the shade of the tree and your eyes still adjusting to the light.... you can’t quite make out any features from this distance.
This apparent campsite rests on the edge of some woods, and cart path can be seen about 200 feet in the distance.
The small kobold will get up and make his way to the wagon quickly, climbing inside to look for anything that may give him a hint of what is going on. As he moves he looks over the others with him but only feels a pain in his head along with a lack of memory.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
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Kobold perception check!: 11
Scrambling up onto the wagon, which seems like quite the leap for the runt. He is able to deftly jump up to the edge, before seeing two scrawny legs kick and squirm to throw himself over the edge with a plop.
The kobold begins sniffing and looking around. The humanoid looking figure appears to be a warforged unit - apparently shut down or in sleep mode. In the wagon you also find several sacks of normal gear- ropes, food rations, Small sacks of coin, pitons, etc. the last bag gets accidentally kicked over and a pair of lock picks falls out into the floor. not a trace of dirt or dust in the wagon which seems odd if you have been traveling. In the back of the wagon are four chests.
The Dragonborn groans for a second holding his head before standing up and squinting at the group. Trying to recall anything from before 30 seconds ago, nothing sparks his memory. “I don’t suppose any of you know who I am do you? I can’t seem to recall, well, anything from before I woke up.”
Looking around he looks for anything to point them to civilization or signs of life anywhere around them.
The Kobold will pick up the bag of coins quickly, looking through them as he decide that he likes how shiny they are. With that done he will move to poke at the Warforged, with anything that is long enough for him not to touch it directly. If nothing happens he goes over to the chests and sees if any of them will open up.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
The elf groans with a hand to his head to sit up and try to.adjust his eyes. He looks down snd sees a ring on his finger and sighs. He cant remeber a thing, and he shakes his head.
He looks to the dragon born with a sigh "No, im afraid not. Seems to me we are having the same issue. I have a ring on my finger and cant for the life of me rember who that bond is with, or why i cant remeber."
He takes in the morning air and surveys the landscape and sky, noticing the wagon and the figure
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Dragonborn perception- 22
Looking to the horizon. You scan for any signs of civilized life. You see of in the distance a plume of smoke drifting up into the sky. Probably a settlement of some sort. Depending on the size of the flame could be up to half a days journey.
Kobold - hopping down and grabbing a stick, he pokes the Warforged. “Dunk” as it thuds against the metal body. It does not move or react in any way.
You try each one of the chests individually, they are all locked.
Elf - you start looking around the local scene.
perception: 3
Whatever trauma your suffered from must still be affecting you. You try to focus in the distance but your vision goes blurry for the moment. Just looks like outdoor normal flora and fauna.
Th Dragonborn notices the identical look of confusion and pain in the elf’s face that he assumed mirrored his own and sighs. He looks less hopefully at the dwarf waiting on her answer as he points to the smoke in the distance he says, “Well, at least there’s that smoke over there. If we head that way we might be able to find out-“
noticing the kobold rummaging and knocking things over he calls out hopefully,
With little else to do the Kobold will move to grab the lockpicks and mess about with them to see if the tools are perhaps something he has the knowledge to use.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
With little else to do the Kobold will move to grab the lockpicks and mess about with them to see if the tools are perhaps something he has the knowledge to use.
You look at the tools, you have no recollection on how to use them. You could attempt to use them, they seem like they were designed for someone with bigger hands.
The elf looks to where the Dragonborn points and scratches his chin, "That's one idea, but are we certain its wise with not being able to remember who, what, where, when, why we are? I mean I literally can't recall a thing." he says shaking his head. The elf stands up and stretches out his muscles.
“True, but I was just pointing it out as somewhere we might want to go later. For now, let’s see if that little dragon has found anything.” Looking at the dwarf who seemed the most out of it, the Dragonborn decided to let her be while they searched the wagon with the Kobold. He’ll go over to the wagon, leaving the Warforged unit alone for now. Does anything look like it might be his? Anything familiar?
The elf nods and follows the Dragonborn to the wagon and begins looking at the ground. I would be specifically looking to see if there are any tracks from the cart or other track types to see if i can deduce the direction we came from.
The dwarven woman rubbed her eyes and looks around at the others. She then squeaks a little and starts backing herself away from these strangers. Then she hears their troubles of recalling themselves and upon thinking, has the same issue. She begins to pat down herself vigorously look for any clues she may have upon herself.
The Kobold curses as he sees the lockpicks are to big for him. Once he finishes his grumbling he moves over the Dragonborn and shoves the picks at him. "You large one. Open the chests." He orders in draconic.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Dragonborn - looking into the cart with the kobold, you see the same general supplies common for travel. And the four chests inside. They don’t look familiar, there is nothing jump out as a “dragonborn’s”
Elf - You can easily see tracks that lead to the road. Look recent as last night perhaps. Taking a short walk to the road, the tracks came from the opposite way of the smoke.
Dwarf - You search the majority of your pockets as it seems you are left with nothing. Until you search your left breast pocket. You find a brass key.
With the lock picks shoved into his hand. The Dragonborn finds himself instinctively giving it a quick spin before catching one of the tools, causing it to stick out from the rest.
You wince and groan even before you open your eyes. The bright light of the morning sun pours through your squinted eyelids as the dagger of a headache pierced deep inside your mind. You begin to look around and see three more people sit up. Each one looks exactly how you feel right now
The air is warm and blowing across the land gently to causing a feeling of comfort on a beautiful day. Unfortunately you don’t know where you are, what you were doing before you wake up.... you don’t even know who you are. You’re in basic linen clothing. Now sitting and standing in a small circle there is a:
Bronze dragonborn, obviously muscular but lean and slender.
A rather plump looking dwarf woman with auburn hair with a braided high bun. Her rosy cheeks, now slightly caked with dirt and mud made from a tad bit of drool in the corner of her mouth
A broad framed elf with shoulder length dark hair. A scar across his chin and a gold ring on his left index finger.
And finally a scrawny kobold, reddish tint with slight hues of purple on the top of his head and snout. Several scars are visible across his arms and legs like lashes.
Looking at a quick glance you’re all sitting around an extinguisher campfire. Bed rolls underneath all of you. A covered wagon and two horse are tied to a tree. A motionless figure sits at the front of the wagon. In the shade of the tree and your eyes still adjusting to the light.... you can’t quite make out any features from this distance.
This apparent campsite rests on the edge of some woods, and cart path can be seen about 200 feet in the distance.
The small kobold will get up and make his way to the wagon quickly, climbing inside to look for anything that may give him a hint of what is going on. As he moves he looks over the others with him but only feels a pain in his head along with a lack of memory.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Kobold perception check!: 11
Scrambling up onto the wagon, which seems like quite the leap for the runt. He is able to deftly jump up to the edge, before seeing two scrawny legs kick and squirm to throw himself over the edge with a plop.
The kobold begins sniffing and looking around. The humanoid looking figure appears to be a warforged unit - apparently shut down or in sleep mode.
In the wagon you also find several sacks of normal gear- ropes, food rations, Small sacks of coin, pitons, etc. the last bag gets accidentally kicked over and a pair of lock picks falls out into the floor. not a trace of dirt or dust in the wagon which seems odd if you have been traveling. In the back of the wagon are four chests.
The Dragonborn groans for a second holding his head before standing up and squinting at the group. Trying to recall anything from before 30 seconds ago, nothing sparks his memory.
“I don’t suppose any of you know who I am do you? I can’t seem to recall, well, anything from before I woke up.”
Looking around he looks for anything to point them to civilization or signs of life anywhere around them.
The Kobold will pick up the bag of coins quickly, looking through them as he decide that he likes how shiny they are. With that done he will move to poke at the Warforged, with anything that is long enough for him not to touch it directly. If nothing happens he goes over to the chests and sees if any of them will open up.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
The elf groans with a hand to his head to sit up and try to.adjust his eyes. He looks down snd sees a ring on his finger and sighs. He cant remeber a thing, and he shakes his head.
He looks to the dragon born with a sigh "No, im afraid not. Seems to me we are having the same issue. I have a ring on my finger and cant for the life of me rember who that bond is with, or why i cant remeber."
He takes in the morning air and surveys the landscape and sky, noticing the wagon and the figure
Perkas Brightmoon | Rhanloi's Romp Through the Sword Coast
Ciradyl | Lost In Time
Dragonborn perception- 22
Looking to the horizon. You scan for any signs of civilized life. You see of in the distance a plume of smoke drifting up into the sky. Probably a settlement of some sort. Depending on the size of the flame could be up to half a days journey.
Kobold - hopping down and grabbing a stick, he pokes the Warforged. “Dunk” as it thuds against the metal body. It does not move or react in any way.
You try each one of the chests individually, they are all locked.
Elf - you start looking around the local scene.
perception: 3
Whatever trauma your suffered from must still be affecting you. You try to focus in the distance but your vision goes blurry for the moment. Just looks like outdoor normal flora and fauna.
Ugh, my head he puts his hands up to rub his face. Touching his face he feels something ** can I tell if the scar is fresh?**
Perkas Brightmoon | Rhanloi's Romp Through the Sword Coast
Ciradyl | Lost In Time
Th Dragonborn notices the identical look of confusion and pain in the elf’s face that he assumed mirrored his own and sighs. He looks less hopefully at the dwarf waiting on her answer as he points to the smoke in the distance he says,
“Well, at least there’s that smoke over there. If we head that way we might be able to find out-“
noticing the kobold rummaging and knocking things over he calls out hopefully,
”Did you find anything, little dragon?”
With little else to do the Kobold will move to grab the lockpicks and mess about with them to see if the tools are perhaps something he has the knowledge to use.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
You can, it’s pretty old - years old.
You look at the tools, you have no recollection on how to use them. You could attempt to use them, they seem like they were designed for someone with bigger hands.
The elf looks to where the Dragonborn points and scratches his chin, "That's one idea, but are we certain its wise with not being able to remember who, what, where, when, why we are? I mean I literally can't recall a thing." he says shaking his head. The elf stands up and stretches out his muscles.
Perkas Brightmoon | Rhanloi's Romp Through the Sword Coast
Ciradyl | Lost In Time
“True, but I was just pointing it out as somewhere we might want to go later. For now, let’s see if that little dragon has found anything.”
Looking at the dwarf who seemed the most out of it, the Dragonborn decided to let her be while they searched the wagon with the Kobold. He’ll go over to the wagon, leaving the Warforged unit alone for now. Does anything look like it might be his? Anything familiar?
The elf nods and follows the Dragonborn to the wagon and begins looking at the ground. I would be specifically looking to see if there are any tracks from the cart or other track types to see if i can deduce the direction we came from.
Perkas Brightmoon | Rhanloi's Romp Through the Sword Coast
Ciradyl | Lost In Time
The dwarven woman rubbed her eyes and looks around at the others. She then squeaks a little and starts backing herself away from these strangers. Then she hears their troubles of recalling themselves and upon thinking, has the same issue. She begins to pat down herself vigorously look for any clues she may have upon herself.
The Kobold curses as he sees the lockpicks are to big for him. Once he finishes his grumbling he moves over the Dragonborn and shoves the picks at him. "You large one. Open the chests." He orders in draconic.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Dragonborn - looking into the cart with the kobold, you see the same general supplies common for travel. And the four chests inside. They don’t look familiar, there is nothing jump out as a “dragonborn’s”
Elf - You can easily see tracks that lead to the road. Look recent as last night perhaps. Taking a short walk to the road, the tracks came from the opposite way of the smoke.
Dwarf - You search the majority of your pockets as it seems you are left with nothing. Until you search your left breast pocket. You find a brass key.
With the lock picks shoved into his hand. The Dragonborn finds himself instinctively giving it a quick spin before catching one of the tools, causing it to stick out from the rest.
Seeing that his body at least remembered something he crouched next to one of the locks and attempts to pick it as he mumbles to himself,
“Hmm, well if that’s the case then let’s see...”