"Gromedark and friends hope find Aspherer sooner than four days? Where last see him?"
Gromedark stops pacing or fidgeting around the room when he has Orin or Osborn between the rabbitfolk and himself.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
As the Bluejays work with Gromedark to mark Aspherer's potential locations on the map, Osborn grills them about their organisation: "So, what does it take to join this, er, order? I've always admired a group that can pull off blue. How would you sum up your belief system?"
The persistent halfling would seem pushy but he's trying hard to be amiable as he asks the questions.
The half elf girl begins pointing at spots on the map, four of them forming a a square with another in the middle. She says "The one closest to the docks is the one you've seen, the middle is the first and biggest one." (I've added these henges to the map you can find on the link to in the campaign page.)
While this is happening, the half elf boy responds happily to Osborn, "We are a group of druids who try to protect nature from evil arcane forces, we've most recently investigating the zombie problem in some parts of the woods"
"Well then, it sounds like we have a trek on our hands. I can't help wanting to start with the north east henge and then go clockwise - what does everyone else think?"
Osborn then turns to the half elf boy "Zombie problem - is this a new thing?"
"That. Is. BRILLIANT!" says Osborn at Gromedark's coin carriage solution. Checking the others are following, he sets off beside Gromedark to find the north east henge.
The half elf boy says "From I've heard, zombies have been popping up for a while, at least for a decade or so. Also, we haven't told you our names, I'm Roseus, this is my older sister Vinca and that is Paz," he points to the rabbit folk.
Then Herbert shows up, "Ok, me and Garazar will go back to town and tell Flickwit about the delay" he says
"I'm here to kick ass and get paid big guy, as long as either is an option I'm not goin anywhere" Orin says hefting his large maul over onto his shoulder.
"Of course" says Osborn answering the bugbear "A contract is a contract. Apparently..."
He seems a little bitter as he mutters the last word, then remembers himself: "Oh, but I'm happy to be here with you guys! This is quite a fun adventure, aside from the killing"
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"Ah, yeah, not so much to be honest - makes me a little queasy" says Osborn. "I mean, everyone - or thing - I've killed today has kind of attacked me first. The zombies I don't spare a tear for, but the living? Hmmm..."
He tails off, then squirms as if trying to ignore a whisper close in his ear.
"Truth be told, I could do with a little breather if that's OK? Just get some distance from the cave and then rest up for a moment? My, er, contributions can be more versatile once i have my breath back"
(Asking for a short rest if convenient, to recharge the spell slots & RP my leveling up)
Whilst creeping to the next destination, Stealth: 10
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Yeah, Gromedark looks for a little clearing, or underneath a big tree, somewhere appropriate to take brief respite.
Perception: 14
"This good spot for rest." Gromedark puts the chest down and uses it to sit and rest.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Gromedark, you spot a bit of light from an outcropping in the woods, you notice that a a goliath is setting up camp there, and right now, it seems that another halfling has stumbled onto the scene Culuirl, Oberon, you may introduce your characters.
The goliath can be seen working on setting up a make-shift tent along the outcropping. As he straightens, it can be seen that he is over 7-and-a-half feet tall and rather sturdy looking. He is dressed in chain mail and padded leather, all colored a dark brown. Around his neck is a necklace of carved bone and stone with the symbol of Basa in the center. At his back he wears a warhammer.
The light seems to be coming from a round metal shield that is resting on the ground. The shield is painted in various shades of blue-grey, a swirl of color reminiscent of a dark stormy sky. The light gently reflects off of the goliath's bald head. HIs skin seems to be pale, slightly shaded toward blue. His dark brown eyes reflect some of the light as well, as he starts to peer out into the darkness.
Thinking he hears something, he slowly starts to retrieve the shield from the ground. "Hello? Is someone there?" he asks in a deep voice.
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Suddenly singing can be heard through the woods. "There was a merry bard who always got the blame for all disasters light and hard Tom Tosskettle was his name, to-tom, Tom Tosskettle was his name." And then the same merry tune on a flute. Performance:18
A moment later a halfling with light brown hair, sporting a ponytail and sideburns, wearing an olive cloak over some kind of gaudy costume carrying a backpack and holding a flute stumbles into the outcropping. "Oh my, I´m so sorry but whatever happened I can assure you I had nothing to do with it. Tom Tosskettle, travelling minstrel at your service gentlemen." He finishes with a deep bow.
Ghathi looks down at the small man with a smile. The shield now in his hand still seems to be emitting light. "I am Ghathi of the Kalukupine clan. A pleasure to meet you?" He glances behind the man, half expecting him to have companions along with him. "A fine song you were playing there."
"Well thank you Ghathi of the Kalukupine clan..."Tom says to the goliath with another bow "...although if I knew I had an audience I would have sung another song I think."He adds with an embarrased smile. "Are those friends of yours?"He says a bit nervously as he notices the others approaching the outcropping.
Osborn stumbles into the clearing, clapping heartily: "That was magnificent, sir! Bravo! Oh, it had been too long since I heard good music"
The halfling stops just inside the clearing, hands on hips, dressed like an office clerk. He looks Ghathi up and down and says, appreciatively, "My my, another biggun! It seems every folk I've met recently has been either little like me or big enough to blot out the sun. Ah, manners! I am Osborn Harweed at your service, and these..." he motions for his companions to come forward, "are Gromedark and Orin. We're The Munchkin Squad! And we're very tired, if you could tolerate some company for a short break?"
As Tom asks about friends, Ghathi gets a confused look on his face. He then turns, seeming a bit startled as Osborn comes into sight introducing himself. He laughs softly. "You are all so polite. But Munchkin Squad... you are not all bandits are you? People back in town said Greiheild Woods was full of bandits..." His voice then drops to almost a whisper, "... among other things."
Seeming to collect himself, the goliath starts to nod. "Yea, I suppose really any company would be welcome. I was just trying to set up a camp." He points to a ring of stones arranged on a bare patch of dirt, ready for a fire but lacking any fuel. "I've not really got any food though aside from rations, so I've not really got anything to offer for hospitality."
"Gromedark and friends hope find Aspherer sooner than four days? Where last see him?"
Gromedark stops pacing or fidgeting around the room when he has Orin or Osborn between the rabbitfolk and himself.
"The only place I think he could be is one of our other henges in these woods, but there is four others."
As the Bluejays work with Gromedark to mark Aspherer's potential locations on the map, Osborn grills them about their organisation: "So, what does it take to join this, er, order? I've always admired a group that can pull off blue. How would you sum up your belief system?"
The persistent halfling would seem pushy but he's trying hard to be amiable as he asks the questions.
The half elf girl begins pointing at spots on the map, four of them forming a a square with another in the middle. She says "The one closest to the docks is the one you've seen, the middle is the first and biggest one." (I've added these henges to the map you can find on the link to in the campaign page.)
While this is happening, the half elf boy responds happily to Osborn, "We are a group of druids who try to protect nature from evil arcane forces, we've most recently investigating the zombie problem in some parts of the woods"
"Well then, it sounds like we have a trek on our hands. I can't help wanting to start with the north east henge and then go clockwise - what does everyone else think?"
Osborn then turns to the half elf boy "Zombie problem - is this a new thing?"
"That. Is. BRILLIANT!" says Osborn at Gromedark's coin carriage solution. Checking the others are following, he sets off beside Gromedark to find the north east henge.
The half elf boy says "From I've heard, zombies have been popping up for a while, at least for a decade or so. Also, we haven't told you our names, I'm Roseus, this is my older sister Vinca and that is Paz," he points to the rabbit folk.
Then Herbert shows up, "Ok, me and Garazar will go back to town and tell Flickwit about the delay" he says
"I'm here to kick ass and get paid big guy, as long as either is an option I'm not goin anywhere" Orin says hefting his large maul over onto his shoulder.
"Lets go find Aspherer"
"Of course" says Osborn answering the bugbear "A contract is a contract. Apparently..."
He seems a little bitter as he mutters the last word, then remembers himself: "Oh, but I'm happy to be here with you guys! This is quite a fun adventure, aside from the killing"
As two companions leave, you begin your march into the woods deep woods. Everyone can level up to level 4!
(Woot! Hit point roll: 3)
"Ah, yeah, not so much to be honest - makes me a little queasy" says Osborn. "I mean, everyone - or thing - I've killed today has kind of attacked me first. The zombies I don't spare a tear for, but the living? Hmmm..."
He tails off, then squirms as if trying to ignore a whisper close in his ear.
"Truth be told, I could do with a little breather if that's OK? Just get some distance from the cave and then rest up for a moment? My, er, contributions can be more versatile once i have my breath back"
(Asking for a short rest if convenient, to recharge the spell slots & RP my leveling up)
Whilst creeping to the next destination, Stealth: 10
Yeah, Gromedark looks for a little clearing, or underneath a big tree, somewhere appropriate to take brief respite.
Perception: 14
"This good spot for rest." Gromedark puts the chest down and uses it to sit and rest.
Gromedark, you spot a bit of light from an outcropping in the woods, you notice that a a goliath is setting up camp there, and right now, it seems that another halfling has stumbled onto the scene Culuirl, Oberon, you may introduce your characters.
The goliath can be seen working on setting up a make-shift tent along the outcropping. As he straightens, it can be seen that he is over 7-and-a-half feet tall and rather sturdy looking. He is dressed in chain mail and padded leather, all colored a dark brown. Around his neck is a necklace of carved bone and stone with the symbol of Basa in the center. At his back he wears a warhammer.
The light seems to be coming from a round metal shield that is resting on the ground. The shield is painted in various shades of blue-grey, a swirl of color reminiscent of a dark stormy sky. The light gently reflects off of the goliath's bald head. HIs skin seems to be pale, slightly shaded toward blue. His dark brown eyes reflect some of the light as well, as he starts to peer out into the darkness.
Thinking he hears something, he slowly starts to retrieve the shield from the ground. "Hello? Is someone there?" he asks in a deep voice.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Suddenly singing can be heard through the woods.
"There was a merry bard
who always got the blame
for all disasters light and hard
Tom Tosskettle was his name, to-tom, Tom Tosskettle was his name."
And then the same merry tune on a flute.
Performance:18
A moment later a halfling with light brown hair, sporting a ponytail and sideburns, wearing an olive cloak over some kind of gaudy costume carrying a backpack and holding a flute stumbles into the outcropping. "Oh my, I´m so sorry but whatever happened I can assure you I had nothing to do with it. Tom Tosskettle, travelling minstrel at your service gentlemen." He finishes with a deep bow.
Ghathi looks down at the small man with a smile. The shield now in his hand still seems to be emitting light. "I am Ghathi of the Kalukupine clan. A pleasure to meet you?" He glances behind the man, half expecting him to have companions along with him. "A fine song you were playing there."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"Well thank you Ghathi of the Kalukupine clan..." Tom says to the goliath with another bow "...although if I knew I had an audience I would have sung another song I think." He adds with an embarrased smile. "Are those friends of yours?" He says a bit nervously as he notices the others approaching the outcropping.
Osborn stumbles into the clearing, clapping heartily: "That was magnificent, sir! Bravo! Oh, it had been too long since I heard good music"
The halfling stops just inside the clearing, hands on hips, dressed like an office clerk. He looks Ghathi up and down and says, appreciatively, "My my, another biggun! It seems every folk I've met recently has been either little like me or big enough to blot out the sun. Ah, manners! I am Osborn Harweed at your service, and these..." he motions for his companions to come forward, "are Gromedark and Orin. We're The Munchkin Squad! And we're very tired, if you could tolerate some company for a short break?"
As Tom asks about friends, Ghathi gets a confused look on his face. He then turns, seeming a bit startled as Osborn comes into sight introducing himself. He laughs softly. "You are all so polite. But Munchkin Squad... you are not all bandits are you? People back in town said Greiheild Woods was full of bandits..." His voice then drops to almost a whisper, "... among other things."
Seeming to collect himself, the goliath starts to nod. "Yea, I suppose really any company would be welcome. I was just trying to set up a camp." He points to a ring of stones arranged on a bare patch of dirt, ready for a fire but lacking any fuel. "I've not really got any food though aside from rations, so I've not really got anything to offer for hospitality."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer