In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days’ travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found “something big,” and that he’d pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen’s Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to “take care of business.”
There are five people present in total. Each of you here for one reason or other. Be it coin, companionship, a sense of belonging, a calling that only you can hear, or a convenient way to get from point a to point b.
You’ve spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you’ve just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You’ve encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. But have noticed a figure tailing you the last few days staying far enough away to be noticed. But never close enough to make out any details. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
Please take this time to introduce your character to the group. I see the introduction as anything you would have shared in the last two days of travel. Interact with each other as you see fit. Peter was hired by Gundren to drive the wagon and is present as well but has said little to any of you. Though you have heard him mumble under his breath ‘buncha ruffians’ and ‘coulda done ‘is by meself and got paid more’. You all get the sense that he prefers being alone.
I will also need a marching order for the group. Peter is of course driving the wagon.
Gertenor - an elf to the boot, blond, slender, fast and fluid in his moves - definitely was not there for the sense of belonging. Not that he was particularly arrogant, no, but it did felt at times as if job of a caravan guard was an amusing adventure for him, rather than a job one was happy to get and wants to keep, making friends and forging connections. Whatever Peter though of him, did not bother Gert (yes, he did not mind shortening his name), he probably did not pay attention anyway, while sitting with the driver allowed better view around, so, there he sat.
Still, from time to time, as a designated scout, he run ahead of incredibly slow wagon, checking the road. This was that time - he went to "stretch his lags and look around", meaning moving along the road and watching out for anything suspicious. Since up until now nothing suspicious came up, he could not really explain, what he is watching for.
Yevelda, a female half orc standing at over six foot looks like she was born for the job of a caravan guard, and for all you know she had been, were it not for the many, many scars on her body.She has spoken only a handful words, usually not much more than a yes or a no, and a "thanks" here or there. She seemed tough, and the brooding type, keeping to herself. She had come on this trip with a small arsenal of personal weapons, and she kept them close to her at all times. Usually, she had a crossbow slung around on her back, with her shield, a war hammer on her left hip and a longsword on the right. While her weapons looked used, she spent every evening honing the edge and oiling the blades, waxing the sinew of her crossbow, and brushing her chainmail to get the rust off. She did this with an almost ritualistic fervour, and none of you so far have dared interrupt her maintainance routine.
With Gert out front, Velda didn't feel particularly safe. After all, how much could you trust a warrior that had no scars to show for their deeds? Still, Gert didn't mind shortening his name, and at least seemed capable enough with a blade, unlike the other three. But then she knew not to judge others for having lived their own lives in happier circumstances to hers.
She had kept to the back of the caravan, towards the creature that was shadowing them, determined to see off the threat from that direction.
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Cadence was.....an odd one. Yes, that was probably the best description, and certainly what was shared in the knowing glances each of the other companions seemed to be having as they observed her over the past couple of days. Sometimes she seemed intensely focused on those around her, staring into their eyes in a knowing...and rather annoying way. Other times she seemed barely aware of her surroundings, caught humming a tune quietly to herself while she literally danced along the road beside the wagon. The blonde female elf was not dull, wasn't damaged in the head...just..odd. Her movements, like those of an elf were graceful, but her every swung hip, tip toed step, or completely unnecessary twirl were on another level. Watching her walk across the street had a strange mesmerizing effect. Her long lithe form seemed always to be moving. Honestly, moving about, despite it's distraction, was better than when she chose to focus and talk. She spoke in this sing-song rhythm that felt like she was rehearsing the reading of a poem. It was so distracting her messages were sometimes lost in the telling. Sometimes her speech was long, flowing, and singy, other times it was more of an aggressive chant or rap. Despite being annoying, she also seemed blithely immune to cutting remarks, disapproving glares, and outright insults. She would respond to a sarcastic comment about her gazing off at a tree with a kind smile and a comment like, "The trees don't mind, they simply sway, the wind and branches just want to play..." It was literally impossible to put someone down who retorted with nonsense like that. But more, she was always kind, well intentioned, and seemed to often be aware of what some wanted before they even had to ask.
It was clear that despite her ....way.... she'd been trained well. She wove magic with ease, always sparkling in the morning, her face and clothes unnaturally clean. The fire was always lit at a moments notice. When speaking only to one person, it was often directly into their mind. She'd had falconing training, her pet Falcon flying scout much of the day, the two having a magical connection for certain. She knew her way around the woods, seemed to easily provide berries or roots vegi's for the evening pot discovered from somewhere nearby, and the two short swords she had clasped to her leg and small of her back were not toys. Though you'd as yet seen her draw them, they were lovely elven made blades and you doubt they'd be awarded to an elf who didn't know how to wield them.
As they travelled that second day, Cadence dropped back beside Velda, her steps somehow landing in time with each uneven creak of the wagon. In her mind Velda heard, "You've undoubtedly noticed the watcher back there, should we lay a trap for them or perhaps we don't care?" "I think you should choose, you are a saavy fighter, what do you decide?"
And then there's Nova, a 'mixed breed mutt'. Or at least that's what the 'civilized' people would refer to her. She was tall for a human, short for an elf. The hue of her skin resembled that of a woodland elf, yet patches of it seemed lighter in some places. Only in the moonlight would that skin shine to reveal tribal markings, from her forehead to her feet. Her hair too was mixed with patches of light and dark. It was long and unruly, waving down to her waist with random braids weaved in. She'd often run her fingers through her bangs to push her tangled hair from her face. Most uniquely though, were her eyes. Nova had heterochromia iridum. Eyes of a different colour. One golden and warm like the sun, the other a cold cool blue of the sky. Nothing about her was designed to blend in with your average people. The curious thing was, she seemed to have found herself in the one group that was not average. And that made her excited.
Nova too was light on her feet, free-spirited and high energy. Although by others' terms Cadence may be flagged as odd, but to the young half-elf, she was the right wavelength. Nova was easily impressionable, and the vibe the elf gave off through her singing and frolicking, only amplified in Nova. She fed off the energy and would literally skip around with her. She was attentive, paying attention to each of her new compatriots, willing to lend a hand should there be something she thought she could help with. Nova too had her own set of quirks. To the opposite of Cadence, instead of being clean and tidy, Nova tracked dirt everywhere. Her hands and nails always full of earth from being outside. Not that she smelled bad, in fact depending on the weather, her scent would blend in. A fresh rainfall. A cool summer breeze... If she had to confess, there could be one situation where we may smell like wet dog. But they don't need to know about that yet... There would be times where Nova would inch herself awkwardly close to each individual, in their own time, to try to sniff them. And one day, she will get the courage to ask Yvey about her nightly routine. Shorter names, the better.
Unsurprisingly, Nova wouldn't travel in the cart. She'd be too busy darting about, in and out of the bushes, snooping around the trees. The half-elf would literally take moments to stop and smell the flowers before darting back to catch up to the wagon. She'd sense something following them and wondered if her instincts told her it was a friendly, or a foe, but wouldn't let it phase the inspections of her environment. She wanted to be as familiar with their trail as she could be. And then her ears would perk at the sound of Gert's feet kicking off the ground ahead of her into a run. A run!? We running!? I run too! Nova will immediately snap too. I'm running! She'll book it, beelining it for the agile elf. Caught up with the wind in her hair and the freedom to run, she'd be reminded of playing with her brothers and sisters. She must catch up. Not having as long of legs as Gert, and starting from behind, he had the advantage. Faster! She'd push herself, enjoying the thrill of the chase.
Now that those guarding the wagon have been introduced. Feel free to interact as you would like. When you are ready to continue, let me know. Who is this mysterious figure following the wagon? What possibilities lie ahead? Only time will tell.
Also I currently have Gertenor and Nova ahead of the wagon with Yevelda and Cadence walking behind keeping tabs on the figure that has been following.
Much to Peter's chagrine, it seemed as if Cadence and Nova were not only kindred spirits, but seemed to feed off of each other. Though where Nova's wild, unbound energy seemed to have her moving about and in all places at once and was difficult to keep track of, Cadence seemed rather to always just be there. How does one describe turning and always seeing someone in the exact spot you expect them to be, even though it's never the same place.
The two twirled and danced up the road and Peter muttered to himself about his boss' terrible judge in caravan guards.
Cadence turned to Nova as they walked along, "If Yevelda is Velda and Gertenor is Gert, it makes my name sound long, and a lot of work. What if we shorten it, make it simple and sweet, I'd be satisfied if everyone called me C. What do you think? Not enough..." she wrinkled her nose, "...maybe it's too short and will put Velda in a huff." She whispered this next part conspiratorially while grinning, "Though I think that might be how she likes it, sorta grumpy and mad, all toughness and grit."
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"Cadence, I can hear you" Velda grunted. She didn't mind the two kids playing and having a blast, and she found some connection to Nova, being a half-breed herself. But with their being trailed, Velda was even less in the mood for chats and frolicking. She is scanning the nearby environment and smelling the air to determine any likely hiding spots and to see whether they're headed for an ambush. "Can you get us a bird's eye?" she asked Cadence, hoping that a change in perspective might provide more information.
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Cadence requests that her familiar, Pine, to scout ahead to look for trouble or ambush spots, then come back and report. Cadence nods seriously to Velda, "Pine is my birds name, he will scout the road ahead, he will let us know."
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If Pine is scouting ahead, Gert is going to look closer at the caravan's stalker. It's time for him or her to introduce yourself (and for him - a moment of peace and quiet).
He disappeared in the bushes along the road.
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The idea is to let caravan to pass, and wait for the figure to do the same. Not ambushing - not right away - but watching first Stealth: 17
Gert, you quickly find an area off the path and are nearly impossible to notice except for the most keen of sight. As the wagon continues on without you, the figure that has been following for the last two days eventually makes his appearance.
"Huh?" Suddenly Gert would vanish and Nova would be left confused and running ahead. "Oh." She'd slow down to a trot, a little deflated. Falling back to the group around the wagon, the half-elf will return to Cadence's side to continue the conversation she ran off from. "Hmm... C, is okay... I thought Caddie... at first." Nova would speak in between breaths, almost panting. Her chest would rise and fall from the exertion of her run, but she wasn't skipping a beat and barely broke a sweat. "If you like C... better." She'd smile to the elf, then glance over to 'Velda', giving her an enthusiastic wave in greeting. "Right... I hear you guys say Velda... I like Velda... I think Yvey too..." Nova would try her best at a big innocent smile. Perhaps there was something with 'ee' sound at the end of nicknames that perked her ears up. As they conversed, she'd jerk her nose up in the air to sniff around to see if she smells where Gert could have gone and if the follower was still around.
Gert you see a young human male with reddish brown shoulder length hair, and a trim beard, tanned skin and dressed in worn leathers of green and brown, there is a shield and a crossbow slung over his back and a mace at his side
he is walking along unconcerned behind the waggon and seems to be in a deep conversation with something (or himself)
An how was i supposed to know he wouldnt take kindly to the ritual water being replaced with alcohol. it isnt my fault he canna handle his drink now is it
An even a touch cold melodic voice from behind the man interrupted that amusing train of thoughts: "A neat trick, explains why you are on the run - too many demanding admirers can be tough indeed. But why do you follow that wagons ahead of you?" "Don't turn, just answer."
Cadence hops down from beside Peter where she'd sat down for a short while and goes back to stepping in time with random creaking of the wagon, "Far ahead down our path we'll find many horses, on the road two stand still on their hooves, the rest of the dozen wander the woods, their presence seems strange influenced by some forces. It's still quite a ways, perhaps four hours or so, I'll have pine keep his gaze, on the target so if anything changes we'll know." She smiles awkwardly and does a little spin. She asks Pine to fly ahead a bit and keep an eye on the situation, and come back every ten minutes or so to update me.
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Fionn looks up to the sky "yes my lady" ,then staring straight ahead after stopping "im on this road cause that is the direction the lady told me to take back at the fork. by the way do you even know where it leads?", an i saw the wagons i think, but dinna want to be a bother.
"Do you always bother your lady with every minor decision?" The elf emerged from the thickets without moving a branch. "No wonder she told you to get away." Gert walked around the man and looked him up and down. "I believe you. And if you can use that weapons you are carrying, I'm quite sure you will be welcomed. Safer for you too." He did not elaborate in what way. "Who should I introduce to others? Got a name?"
Cadence hawk is flying in the sky high above. Merely a dot between the group and the clouds above. He circles down lower towards the party though and when he gets within 100 feet he circles above riding the wind. Cadence seems to miss a step and stumbles for a moment. She looks down at a rock in the road that she tripped over and waggles her finger at it, making a "tsk tsk tsk" sound, before turning and resuming the trip in a skip. A few moments later her hawk, its red tipped wings outstretched wide, begins to rise once more into the sky.
Cadence speaks up, "Sad news, the horses have fled, and I'm afraid I mistook the two in the road for awake...when actually they're abed. To be truthful I fear they've been bled. And well, mostly likely dead. Though from this distance I don't see any red. When we get closer we'll probably find it's what I said. At least at tonights camp we'll be well fed!"
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In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days’ travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found “something big,” and that he’d pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen’s Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to “take care of business.”
There are five people present in total. Each of you here for one reason or other. Be it coin, companionship, a sense of belonging, a calling that only you can hear, or a convenient way to get from point a to point b.
You’ve spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you’ve just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You’ve encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. But have noticed a figure tailing you the last few days staying far enough away to be noticed. But never close enough to make out any details. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
Please take this time to introduce your character to the group. I see the introduction as anything you would have shared in the last two days of travel. Interact with each other as you see fit.
Peter was hired by Gundren to drive the wagon and is present as well but has said little to any of you. Though you have heard him mumble under his breath ‘buncha ruffians’ and ‘coulda done ‘is by meself and got paid more’. You all get the sense that he prefers being alone.
I will also need a marching order for the group. Peter is of course driving the wagon.
Gertenor - an elf to the boot, blond, slender, fast and fluid in his moves - definitely was not there for the sense of belonging. Not that he was particularly arrogant, no, but it did felt at times as if job of a caravan guard was an amusing adventure for him, rather than a job one was happy to get and wants to keep, making friends and forging connections. Whatever Peter though of him, did not bother Gert (yes, he did not mind shortening his name), he probably did not pay attention anyway, while sitting with the driver allowed better view around, so, there he sat.
Still, from time to time, as a designated scout, he run ahead of incredibly slow wagon, checking the road. This was that time - he went to "stretch his lags and look around", meaning moving along the road and watching out for anything suspicious. Since up until now nothing suspicious came up, he could not really explain, what he is watching for.
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Yevelda, a female half orc standing at over six foot looks like she was born for the job of a caravan guard, and for all you know she had been, were it not for the many, many scars on her body.She has spoken only a handful words, usually not much more than a yes or a no, and a "thanks" here or there. She seemed tough, and the brooding type, keeping to herself. She had come on this trip with a small arsenal of personal weapons, and she kept them close to her at all times. Usually, she had a crossbow slung around on her back, with her shield, a war hammer on her left hip and a longsword on the right. While her weapons looked used, she spent every evening honing the edge and oiling the blades, waxing the sinew of her crossbow, and brushing her chainmail to get the rust off. She did this with an almost ritualistic fervour, and none of you so far have dared interrupt her maintainance routine.
With Gert out front, Velda didn't feel particularly safe. After all, how much could you trust a warrior that had no scars to show for their deeds? Still, Gert didn't mind shortening his name, and at least seemed capable enough with a blade, unlike the other three. But then she knew not to judge others for having lived their own lives in happier circumstances to hers.
She had kept to the back of the caravan, towards the creature that was shadowing them, determined to see off the threat from that direction.
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Cadence was.....an odd one. Yes, that was probably the best description, and certainly what was shared in the knowing glances each of the other companions seemed to be having as they observed her over the past couple of days. Sometimes she seemed intensely focused on those around her, staring into their eyes in a knowing...and rather annoying way. Other times she seemed barely aware of her surroundings, caught humming a tune quietly to herself while she literally danced along the road beside the wagon. The blonde female elf was not dull, wasn't damaged in the head...just..odd. Her movements, like those of an elf were graceful, but her every swung hip, tip toed step, or completely unnecessary twirl were on another level. Watching her walk across the street had a strange mesmerizing effect. Her long lithe form seemed always to be moving. Honestly, moving about, despite it's distraction, was better than when she chose to focus and talk. She spoke in this sing-song rhythm that felt like she was rehearsing the reading of a poem. It was so distracting her messages were sometimes lost in the telling. Sometimes her speech was long, flowing, and singy, other times it was more of an aggressive chant or rap. Despite being annoying, she also seemed blithely immune to cutting remarks, disapproving glares, and outright insults. She would respond to a sarcastic comment about her gazing off at a tree with a kind smile and a comment like, "The trees don't mind, they simply sway, the wind and branches just want to play..." It was literally impossible to put someone down who retorted with nonsense like that. But more, she was always kind, well intentioned, and seemed to often be aware of what some wanted before they even had to ask.
It was clear that despite her ....way.... she'd been trained well. She wove magic with ease, always sparkling in the morning, her face and clothes unnaturally clean. The fire was always lit at a moments notice. When speaking only to one person, it was often directly into their mind. She'd had falconing training, her pet Falcon flying scout much of the day, the two having a magical connection for certain. She knew her way around the woods, seemed to easily provide berries or roots vegi's for the evening pot discovered from somewhere nearby, and the two short swords she had clasped to her leg and small of her back were not toys. Though you'd as yet seen her draw them, they were lovely elven made blades and you doubt they'd be awarded to an elf who didn't know how to wield them.
As they travelled that second day, Cadence dropped back beside Velda, her steps somehow landing in time with each uneven creak of the wagon. In her mind Velda heard, "You've undoubtedly noticed the watcher back there, should we lay a trap for them or perhaps we don't care?" "I think you should choose, you are a saavy fighter, what do you decide?"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
And then there's Nova, a 'mixed breed mutt'. Or at least that's what the 'civilized' people would refer to her. She was tall for a human, short for an elf. The hue of her skin resembled that of a woodland elf, yet patches of it seemed lighter in some places. Only in the moonlight would that skin shine to reveal tribal markings, from her forehead to her feet. Her hair too was mixed with patches of light and dark. It was long and unruly, waving down to her waist with random braids weaved in. She'd often run her fingers through her bangs to push her tangled hair from her face. Most uniquely though, were her eyes. Nova had heterochromia iridum. Eyes of a different colour. One golden and warm like the sun, the other a cold cool blue of the sky. Nothing about her was designed to blend in with your average people. The curious thing was, she seemed to have found herself in the one group that was not average. And that made her excited.
Nova too was light on her feet, free-spirited and high energy. Although by others' terms Cadence may be flagged as odd, but to the young half-elf, she was the right wavelength. Nova was easily impressionable, and the vibe the elf gave off through her singing and frolicking, only amplified in Nova. She fed off the energy and would literally skip around with her. She was attentive, paying attention to each of her new compatriots, willing to lend a hand should there be something she thought she could help with. Nova too had her own set of quirks. To the opposite of Cadence, instead of being clean and tidy, Nova tracked dirt everywhere. Her hands and nails always full of earth from being outside. Not that she smelled bad, in fact depending on the weather, her scent would blend in. A fresh rainfall. A cool summer breeze... If she had to confess, there could be one situation where we may smell like wet dog. But they don't need to know about that yet... There would be times where Nova would inch herself awkwardly close to each individual, in their own time, to try to sniff them. And one day, she will get the courage to ask Yvey about her nightly routine. Shorter names, the better.
Unsurprisingly, Nova wouldn't travel in the cart. She'd be too busy darting about, in and out of the bushes, snooping around the trees. The half-elf would literally take moments to stop and smell the flowers before darting back to catch up to the wagon. She'd sense something following them and wondered if her instincts told her it was a friendly, or a foe, but wouldn't let it phase the inspections of her environment. She wanted to be as familiar with their trail as she could be. And then her ears would perk at the sound of Gert's feet kicking off the ground ahead of her into a run. A run!? We running!? I run too! Nova will immediately snap too. I'm running! She'll book it, beelining it for the agile elf. Caught up with the wind in her hair and the freedom to run, she'd be reminded of playing with her brothers and sisters. She must catch up. Not having as long of legs as Gert, and starting from behind, he had the advantage. Faster! She'd push herself, enjoying the thrill of the chase.
just an unstable unicorn.
Now that those guarding the wagon have been introduced. Feel free to interact as you would like. When you are ready to continue, let me know. Who is this mysterious figure following the wagon? What possibilities lie ahead? Only time will tell.
Also I currently have Gertenor and Nova ahead of the wagon with Yevelda and Cadence walking behind keeping tabs on the figure that has been following.
Much to Peter's chagrine, it seemed as if Cadence and Nova were not only kindred spirits, but seemed to feed off of each other. Though where Nova's wild, unbound energy seemed to have her moving about and in all places at once and was difficult to keep track of, Cadence seemed rather to always just be there. How does one describe turning and always seeing someone in the exact spot you expect them to be, even though it's never the same place.
The two twirled and danced up the road and Peter muttered to himself about his boss' terrible judge in caravan guards.
Cadence turned to Nova as they walked along, "If Yevelda is Velda and Gertenor is Gert, it makes my name sound long, and a lot of work. What if we shorten it, make it simple and sweet, I'd be satisfied if everyone called me C. What do you think? Not enough..." she wrinkled her nose, "...maybe it's too short and will put Velda in a huff." She whispered this next part conspiratorially while grinning, "Though I think that might be how she likes it, sorta grumpy and mad, all toughness and grit."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
"Cadence, I can hear you" Velda grunted. She didn't mind the two kids playing and having a blast, and she found some connection to Nova, being a half-breed herself. But with their being trailed, Velda was even less in the mood for chats and frolicking. She is scanning the nearby environment and smelling the air to determine any likely hiding spots and to see whether they're headed for an ambush. "Can you get us a bird's eye?" she asked Cadence, hoping that a change in perspective might provide more information.
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Cadence requests that her familiar, Pine, to scout ahead to look for trouble or ambush spots, then come back and report. Cadence nods seriously to Velda, "Pine is my birds name, he will scout the road ahead, he will let us know."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
If Pine is scouting ahead, Gert is going to look closer at the caravan's stalker. It's time for him or her to introduce yourself (and for him - a moment of peace and quiet).
He disappeared in the bushes along the road.
To DM
The idea is to let caravan to pass, and wait for the figure to do the same. Not ambushing - not right away - but watching first Stealth: 17
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Gert, you quickly find an area off the path and are nearly impossible to notice except for the most keen of sight. As the wagon continues on without you, the figure that has been following for the last two days eventually makes his appearance.
"Huh?" Suddenly Gert would vanish and Nova would be left confused and running ahead. "Oh." She'd slow down to a trot, a little deflated. Falling back to the group around the wagon, the half-elf will return to Cadence's side to continue the conversation she ran off from. "Hmm... C, is okay... I thought Caddie... at first." Nova would speak in between breaths, almost panting. Her chest would rise and fall from the exertion of her run, but she wasn't skipping a beat and barely broke a sweat. "If you like C... better." She'd smile to the elf, then glance over to 'Velda', giving her an enthusiastic wave in greeting. "Right... I hear you guys say Velda... I like Velda... I think Yvey too..." Nova would try her best at a big innocent smile. Perhaps there was something with 'ee' sound at the end of nicknames that perked her ears up. As they conversed, she'd jerk her nose up in the air to sniff around to see if she smells where Gert could have gone and if the follower was still around.
just an unstable unicorn.
Gert you see a young human male with reddish brown shoulder length hair, and a trim beard, tanned skin and dressed in worn leathers of green and brown, there is a shield and a crossbow slung over his back and a mace at his side
he is walking along unconcerned behind the waggon and seems to be in a deep conversation with something (or himself)
An how was i supposed to know he wouldnt take kindly to the ritual water being replaced with alcohol. it isnt my fault he canna handle his drink now is it
Laissez les bons temps rouler
While Gert is observing and interacting with the tail you’ve seemed to have the past two days. What are the rest of you doing?
An even a touch cold melodic voice from behind the man interrupted that amusing train of thoughts: "A neat trick, explains why you are on the run - too many demanding admirers can be tough indeed. But why do you follow that wagons ahead of you?" "Don't turn, just answer."
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Cadence hops down from beside Peter where she'd sat down for a short while and goes back to stepping in time with random creaking of the wagon, "Far ahead down our path we'll find many horses, on the road two stand still on their hooves, the rest of the dozen wander the woods, their presence seems strange influenced by some forces. It's still quite a ways, perhaps four hours or so, I'll have pine keep his gaze, on the target so if anything changes we'll know." She smiles awkwardly and does a little spin. She asks Pine to fly ahead a bit and keep an eye on the situation, and come back every ten minutes or so to update me.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Fionn looks up to the sky "yes my lady" ,then staring straight ahead after stopping "im on this road cause that is the direction the lady told me to take back at the fork. by the way do you even know where it leads?", an i saw the wagons i think, but dinna want to be a bother.
Laissez les bons temps rouler
"Do you always bother your lady with every minor decision?" The elf emerged from the thickets without moving a branch. "No wonder she told you to get away." Gert walked around the man and looked him up and down. "I believe you. And if you can use that weapons you are carrying, I'm quite sure you will be welcomed. Safer for you too." He did not elaborate in what way. "Who should I introduce to others? Got a name?"
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
with that he gives a short happy laugh
Fionn is my name, a follower of the Lady Tymora, and a good day to you good elf, the sun tis shining and a fair breeze, an may i have yours?"
Fionn seems particularly happy violence isnt needed at the moment
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Cadence hawk is flying in the sky high above. Merely a dot between the group and the clouds above. He circles down lower towards the party though and when he gets within 100 feet he circles above riding the wind. Cadence seems to miss a step and stumbles for a moment. She looks down at a rock in the road that she tripped over and waggles her finger at it, making a "tsk tsk tsk" sound, before turning and resuming the trip in a skip. A few moments later her hawk, its red tipped wings outstretched wide, begins to rise once more into the sky.
Cadence speaks up, "Sad news, the horses have fled, and I'm afraid I mistook the two in the road for awake...when actually they're abed. To be truthful I fear they've been bled. And well, mostly likely dead. Though from this distance I don't see any red. When we get closer we'll probably find it's what I said. At least at tonights camp we'll be well fed!"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.