*A key? A key to what... a door, a lock, manicles?* Then she notices everyone by the carts. She takes a deep breath and looks at them. Now with her courage steeled she moves towards the cart. "Um, excuse me. Have any of you found something that takes a key? I have a key," she calls out.
"Good news, it looks like this wagon came the opposite way of the smoke. Maybe heading toward the smoke would be the right idea. I'm going to check on the horses." He cautiously walks over to the horses and takes a look. Do the horses seem comfortable with him? If so he will get closer and take a look at the gear they are wearing if any?
It takes a moment before the Dragonborn finds the right tumblers and makes one final twist with his wrist. “Errggrh.” As the chest creaks open. It’s lined with fine red velvet fabric. Inside it is filled with: an Amulet, a gold circle with a silver open and blank scroll, Backpack - black leather, Chain Mail - shining like a pristine and well made set, Fine dress robes, Flail, Great sword, and a Javelin. All the weapons have matching black leather grips and gold trim to match the emblem.
The clothes are made to fit a someone at least 5 feet tall..... no hole in the clothing to make room for a tail.
The elf sees the horses seem calm and content. He walks back over to the Dragonborn and takes a look at the things in the chest. He looks back towards the female dwarf. "Did you say you have a key? There are chests over here, maybe it might work in one." He starts to pat himself down thinking that if one of us has something on them, maybe we all do?
The elf smiles and holds up the key. Check your pockets, everyone. He walks up to the first un-opened chest and tries the key. If it doesn't work, he goes to the next, etc.
If one doesn't work he passes it over to the dwarf for her to try.
"Chests? Key?" she says confused for a moment. "Yes, I have a key, its brass, I know it's brass because I'm good with metal... no that's not it, we're good with metal. Yes, us Dwarves, we are good with metal. Anyways, a key I have and if there are chest I shall give it a try." She then heads over that wagon and peers through the back. "Hey, all of yall, I hear there are chest and I have a key. Can you someone make some room so I can open a chest."
Looking into the chest, the Dragonborn pulls out the chain mail and holds it up first to the dwarf, and then the elf and nods.
“Yeah, this is probably your chest...you know, I don’t know what to call you. Elf seems a little rude. We’ll work on that.”
Noticing that everyone seems to have a key, he searches himself, and if he finds one, tries to open a chest after putting the lock picks in his pocket. They seem to be his by the way he used them just now.
The kobold frowns as nothing in the chest is his size. Losing interest in that he listens to the others speak about a key and then he begins to pad himself down to see if he has one. If so he will then begin to test it on the other chests. At each though he will pause and suddenly begin to check them for traps.
Im not sure what to call me either. The elf laughs, attempting to keep the mood light. Do you think so? Are you sure its not yours? as he looks over the items, he would like to check the weapoms for any markings, as well as inspect his ring to any similarities to the items un the box. Any memory sparks when i touch the items?
As everyone follows suit and realizes the they each have a key, all matching to a chest within the covered wagon.
The elf finds that his key indeed matches the one where the Dragonborn already picked and opened. Looking at the clothes, he sees that the gold trim shimmers in a way to match the gold band on his index finger. Putting on the clothes they seem to fit perfectly. His hands tingle slight as he grabs the amulet. Same sensation begins in his fingertips once grabbing the great sword. The tingling sensation climbs up his arms and reaches his chest where it seems to connect to the amulet. Taking a deep breath once it’s all put together. Comfort comes over him, peace, a sense of being whole; although no memory sparks in his head.
The kobold opens his chest to find an amulet of his own. Silver with a blue gem in the shape of a dragon head. Incense, scale mail, Mace, light crossbow, crossbow bolts, alms box, prayer book, a spell book wrapped in a rosary. Opening the book it’s filled with an assortment of spells. Also a candle, once everything is taken out, he realizes a small shield was placed at the bottom. Scanning through the spell book - the arcane glyphs and runes seem to all make sense even though he doesn’t remember learning any of it. There is also a sense that he knows more than what’s written down. (Will give spell list to you shortly)
The dwarf Find her key opens up a chest, finding leather armor, dagger, rapier, candle, various costumes and make ups, a drum and a set of bagpipes. While she hits a solid melody with the drums, the bagpipes just seem a little bit more..... natural.
The Dragonborn is last to open his chest. His is surprisingly sparse next to the others. No armor, just two short swords, a crossbow and some bolts. A small satchel filled with lavender and pressed flowers. He grabs each weapon, they feel natural like tools, useful. The lavender stirs something else.... emotion, sorrow.
Leaving the weapons for a moment after gliding his hands over them, the Dragonborn opens the satchel and wonders why, when he can’t remember anything, does this smell bring such sadness to his heart. Oddly, he feels comfort in the emotion, because it connects to something in his life, even if he can’t recall. Placing the satchel over his shoulders, the Dragonborn places the weapons where they seem to naturally come to rest on his body. Waiting for the others to finish gearing up, which takes much longer than it does him, he goes over to the warforged unit to see if there is any clue he can find about who they are or how to turn it on.
With closed eyes and a few more breaths, the Elf feels connected to something, unsure what, but its not frightening. He opens his eyes and goes over to the black leather backpack. He sets the greatsword down (wanting to try other weapns after he looks at the backpack) and opens up the backpack. Anything interesting?
The Kobold will mess about with the book and read it over with a bit of curiosity. Once that is done he will pick up the crossbow and load a bolt into it as if it was a practiced motion. He will leave the mace alone for the time being as he clearly sees that with how small he is a weapon like that may be less then useful in his hands. He will test the armor though to see if he can even move with it on.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
As the Dragonborn goes to inspect the warforged into, he sees a sigil etched into the top left breast plate. It’s a Silhouette of a lion head, set to flames. Upon looking over himself and looking back at the rest of the crew in their armor. They each have the same logo on their armor. Being that he doesn’t wear armor himself, you lift up your shirt where the symbol is on the Paul from of everyone else. It’s tattooed into the thick dragonhide skin.
The warforged looks as though it’s been deactivated somehow. Not much else to tell from just inspecting it. It doesn’t seem physically damaged at all.
In the backpack there are two jars filled with oil. A stamp and a stick of wax for making seals. The seal looks to be a lighthouse.
The kobold is right in his assumption as the mace clunks to the ground after him straining to lift it. The armor, though heavy in its own right, has been fitted and shaped that he can still maneuver with relative ease. It’s hard for him to move around without noise though.
So while the party is just finished donning their equipment and continues to try and figure out what’s going on. From the tree line that they weren’t paying attention to: four crossbow bolts sail through the air.
The elf is able to deflect the bolt with its armor. The kobold and dwarf each have the bolt sink in deep to their torsos. The pain hurts really bad. But surprisingly after the first moment of shock.... you realize that you’re actually alright.... mostly.
The Dragonborn before he knows it, catches the bolt in mid air before it strikes him. (Able to throw it back if you wish).
Looking up they see 4 men in black hooded armor, amongst one tall half Orc in full plate armor, a tiger stands by his side. “Now that we have your attention, I suppose it’s time we have a little transaction. Hand over your goods and you’ll be harmed no more.”
*A key? A key to what... a door, a lock, manicles?* Then she notices everyone by the carts. She takes a deep breath and looks at them. Now with her courage steeled she moves towards the cart. "Um, excuse me. Have any of you found something that takes a key? I have a key," she calls out.
"Good news, it looks like this wagon came the opposite way of the smoke. Maybe heading toward the smoke would be the right idea. I'm going to check on the horses." He cautiously walks over to the horses and takes a look. Do the horses seem comfortable with him? If so he will get closer and take a look at the gear they are wearing if any?
Perkas Brightmoon | Rhanloi's Romp Through the Sword Coast
Ciradyl | Lost In Time
The clothes are made to fit a someone at least 5 feet tall..... no hole in the clothing to make room for a tail.
The horses seem fine and well fed. They don’t mind you coming close and petting them. Traditional saddle gear, their reigns tied to a tree.
You aren’t wearing any gear, just normal clothing as if you planned to go to sleep.
The elf sees the horses seem calm and content. He walks back over to the Dragonborn and takes a look at the things in the chest. He looks back towards the female dwarf. "Did you say you have a key? There are chests over here, maybe it might work in one." He starts to pat himself down thinking that if one of us has something on them, maybe we all do?
Perkas Brightmoon | Rhanloi's Romp Through the Sword Coast
Ciradyl | Lost In Time
As the elf begins to pat himself down and search, he finds a brass key for himself too.
The elf smiles and holds up the key. Check your pockets, everyone. He walks up to the first un-opened chest and tries the key. If it doesn't work, he goes to the next, etc.
If one doesn't work he passes it over to the dwarf for her to try.
Perkas Brightmoon | Rhanloi's Romp Through the Sword Coast
Ciradyl | Lost In Time
"Chests? Key?" she says confused for a moment. "Yes, I have a key, its brass, I know it's brass because I'm good with metal... no that's not it, we're good with metal. Yes, us Dwarves, we are good with metal. Anyways, a key I have and if there are chest I shall give it a try." She then heads over that wagon and peers through the back. "Hey, all of yall, I hear there are chest and I have a key. Can you someone make some room so I can open a chest."
Looking into the chest, the Dragonborn pulls out the chain mail and holds it up first to the dwarf, and then the elf and nods.
“Yeah, this is probably your chest...you know, I don’t know what to call you. Elf seems a little rude. We’ll work on that.”
Noticing that everyone seems to have a key, he searches himself, and if he finds one, tries to open a chest after putting the lock picks in his pocket. They seem to be his by the way he used them just now.
The kobold frowns as nothing in the chest is his size. Losing interest in that he listens to the others speak about a key and then he begins to pad himself down to see if he has one. If so he will then begin to test it on the other chests. At each though he will pause and suddenly begin to check them for traps.
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)
Im not sure what to call me either. The elf laughs, attempting to keep the mood light. Do you think so? Are you sure its not yours? as he looks over the items, he would like to check the weapoms for any markings, as well as inspect his ring to any similarities to the items un the box. Any memory sparks when i touch the items?
Perkas Brightmoon | Rhanloi's Romp Through the Sword Coast
Ciradyl | Lost In Time
As everyone follows suit and realizes the they each have a key, all matching to a chest within the covered wagon.
The elf finds that his key indeed matches the one where the Dragonborn already picked and opened. Looking at the clothes, he sees that the gold trim shimmers in a way to match the gold band on his index finger. Putting on the clothes they seem to fit perfectly. His hands tingle slight as he grabs the amulet. Same sensation begins in his fingertips once grabbing the great sword. The tingling sensation climbs up his arms and reaches his chest where it seems to connect to the amulet. Taking a deep breath once it’s all put together. Comfort comes over him, peace, a sense of being whole; although no memory sparks in his head.
The kobold opens his chest to find an amulet of his own. Silver with a blue gem in the shape of a dragon head. Incense, scale mail, Mace, light crossbow, crossbow bolts, alms box, prayer book, a spell book wrapped in a rosary. Opening the book it’s filled with an assortment of spells. Also a candle, once everything is taken out, he realizes a small shield was placed at the bottom. Scanning through the spell book - the arcane glyphs and runes seem to all make sense even though he doesn’t remember learning any of it. There is also a sense that he knows more than what’s written down. (Will give spell list to you shortly)
The dwarf Find her key opens up a chest, finding leather armor, dagger, rapier, candle, various costumes and make ups, a drum and a set of bagpipes. While she hits a solid melody with the drums, the bagpipes just seem a little bit more..... natural.
The Dragonborn is last to open his chest. His is surprisingly sparse next to the others. No armor, just two short swords, a crossbow and some bolts. A small satchel filled with lavender and pressed flowers. He grabs each weapon, they feel natural like tools, useful. The lavender stirs something else.... emotion, sorrow.
Leaving the weapons for a moment after gliding his hands over them, the Dragonborn opens the satchel and wonders why, when he can’t remember anything, does this smell bring such sadness to his heart. Oddly, he feels comfort in the emotion, because it connects to something in his life, even if he can’t recall. Placing the satchel over his shoulders, the Dragonborn places the weapons where they seem to naturally come to rest on his body. Waiting for the others to finish gearing up, which takes much longer than it does him, he goes over to the warforged unit to see if there is any clue he can find about who they are or how to turn it on.
With closed eyes and a few more breaths, the Elf feels connected to something, unsure what, but its not frightening. He opens his eyes and goes over to the black leather backpack. He sets the greatsword down (wanting to try other weapns after he looks at the backpack) and opens up the backpack. Anything interesting?
Perkas Brightmoon | Rhanloi's Romp Through the Sword Coast
Ciradyl | Lost In Time
The Kobold will mess about with the book and read it over with a bit of curiosity. Once that is done he will pick up the crossbow and load a bolt into it as if it was a practiced motion. He will leave the mace alone for the time being as he clearly sees that with how small he is a weapon like that may be less then useful in his hands. He will test the armor though to see if he can even move with it on.
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)
As the Dragonborn goes to inspect the warforged into, he sees a sigil etched into the top left breast plate. It’s a Silhouette of a lion head, set to flames. Upon looking over himself and looking back at the rest of the crew in their armor. They each have the same logo on their armor. Being that he doesn’t wear armor himself, you lift up your shirt where the symbol is on the Paul from of everyone else. It’s tattooed into the thick dragonhide skin.
The warforged looks as though it’s been deactivated somehow. Not much else to tell from just inspecting it. It doesn’t seem physically damaged at all.
In the backpack there are two jars filled with oil. A stamp and a stick of wax for making seals. The seal looks to be a lighthouse.
The kobold is right in his assumption as the mace clunks to the ground after him straining to lift it. The armor, though heavy in its own right, has been fitted and shaped that he can still maneuver with relative ease. It’s hard for him to move around without noise though.
Undisclosed roll: 24
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Crossbow vs Dragonborn:
Attack: 20 Damage: 7
Crossbow vs Kobold:
Attack: 9 Damage: 18
Crossbow vs Dwarf:
Attack: 24 Damage: 16
Crossbow vs Elf:
Attack: 23 Damage: 17
Reaction by Dragonborn: 14
So while the party is just finished donning their equipment and continues to try and figure out what’s going on. From the tree line that they weren’t paying attention to: four crossbow bolts sail through the air.
The elf is able to deflect the bolt with its armor. The kobold and dwarf each have the bolt sink in deep to their torsos. The pain hurts really bad. But surprisingly after the first moment of shock.... you realize that you’re actually alright.... mostly.
The Dragonborn before he knows it, catches the bolt in mid air before it strikes him. (Able to throw it back if you wish).
Looking up they see 4 men in black hooded armor, amongst one tall half Orc in full plate armor, a tiger stands by his side. “Now that we have your attention, I suppose it’s time we have a little transaction. Hand over your goods and you’ll be harmed no more.”
How far away from us are they? Is this the tree line that the cart is by? How far from the kobold and the dwarf am i?
Perkas Brightmoon | Rhanloi's Romp Through the Sword Coast
Ciradyl | Lost In Time