They both thank Little Iron for the healing. His divine touch closes some of their more grievous wounds and lightens their bruises. The Prince has raven black hair - cut short and spikey. The Druid is dressed in greens and his hair is twisted up with vines.
The party goes to rest up in their cave. The night is thick. As a precaution, Newander casts conjure animals. He summons 8 owls who he sends to scout for enemies before reporting back a half hour later that they believe none are about. They treat the rest of their wounds with an additional batch of healing spells from Newander and basic first aid.
The Prince opens one of the bottles of Feywine sent as part of your supplies.
"Dean Tobius knew I'd be thirsty"
OOC- when everyone is ready you can head back to the Edificant library, successful in your task - the Prince (now mostly) unharmed in your company.
After the defeat of the goblins and the rescue of the Prince, Pendergast would resume his usual course of action and begin making snares and basic traps to catch small game. Periodically taking his crafts into the foliage to let them do their job, and every so often offering his new companions wine or tales from his homeland.
Just before everyone gets ready to rest, Pendergast turns to the prince, "Methinks royalty such as yerself might be better equipped to handle threats such as goblins, or at the very least; an appropriate escort," He stops a moment realizing his bluntness may have come across as rude.
"I mean no ill will by that your majesty, just an observation that someone of your importance might be better protected."
Merai examines the whip with fascination- clearly entranced by the magic . “Someday I hope to craft items myself. It is beautiful! Not a weapon I know how to use, but perhaps one of you could wield it? (looking at the group).
she makes the usual preparations for rest with the alarm spell, door of opaque ice, etc, but then promptly goes into her meditation. “What a brutal day” she thinks, of all the bloodshed . And it seems like much more is coming- hopefully not tonight.
The Prince gives Pendergast an icy stare, his fingers twitching at his hilt.
As I stated earlier - Newander and I defeated two similar scouting parties ourselves. The third caught us by surprise and before we could recover from the first two fights. No one is a better escort to the wilds of the Snowflake mountains than Newander. No one is a better swordsman than msyself!
His tone becomes increasingly irate - he locks eyes with Newander and then takes a deep sigh and settles down.
Apologies - these are stressed times and I spent the last twelve hours semi conscious and tied up, however, that is no excuse for poor etiquette. I had to fight my father not to send an entourage with me. Every elf that traveled alongside me leaves Shimistra with that much less defense. The forest is more valuable than my own life.
Ash listened to the prince’s story with interest, hanging back with Little Iron and letting the party members who were highly verbal do that part of the work. She was pleased they’d found their charges, as it was one step closer to filling her own needs. She gave the prince a little respectful now, uncertain what customs she should follow.
When Merai offered the whip, she accepted it. She’d just used a whip to deviststing effectiveness and was already curious to try out this one on her next foe.
“Thank you,” she said to everyone and nobody in particular. Now that the adrenaline of battle had faded, she was back to her more shy and gruff nature. She listened to the Ranger’s exchange with the elf prince, and added her two cents.
“Now you have us,” she said, trying to sound helpful. “And I’ll kill anything that gets in your way from here on out.” She looked at her companions. “Merai is really smart with magic. Pox is sneaky and deadlier than he looks. Little Iron heals our wounds and Pendergast here can scout our path. We’ll get you to the library… ugh… your royal majesty, grace? Highness?”
The hunter hears the Prince and nods respectfully, "You are not without thought, your lordship."
And with that turns to leave the cave, moving to the body of the Worg and carefully moving it closer to the cave. Once it is within 10 feet of the waterfall; Pendergast begins to skin the large, wolf-like beast with tender precision. He hums to himself as he does so, day-dreaming of the things that could be made from the pelt of this monster.
Pox goes around the battlefield retrieving all of his darts, and double checking for any missed loot, then he sleeps near the door overnight, close to a wall.
Pox finds a coin purse with 18 gold pieces on the goblin captain.
There are five goblin short bows and five scimitars.
Pendergast is able to remove the pelt from the Worg.
The Druid Newander offers his assistance and remarks how the only "Good Worg is a dead Worg" (Worgs being monstrosities and not beasts, he doesn't hold the same love for the creature as one of the natural order).
The Prince nods at the introductions from Ash. He smiles as the whip finds its way into her clawed hands. Why yes - that looks quite fitting.
The Prince and Newander converse for a moment and turn to the group, but mostly focus on Merai.
Newander and I believe the best course of action is to ride back to the library at first light. Once he prays and replenishes his magic he can conjure us mounts and we could make it back to the library before the Midday Canticle. If you are all in agreement I would like to enter my reverie.
Merai says “I agree with this plan- Let’s make haste for the library. We will take these weapons to keep them from being used against good people again, perhaps this steel can be used to make something…. Better”. (She looks with disgust at rhe poor workmanship of the scimitars). “ I can carry the gold for the group, we can divide it up when we need to, or if you need to buy anything.
Ash nods with the plan, collecting her hand axes and wiping the gore from them. She seemed even more lost in thought than was normal, her mind preoccupied elsewhere as she mechanically rid her axes of goblin brains. Her new whip was clipped to her belt, and her old one lay coiled at her feet. She would eat if offered, but otherwise she seemed to be waiting till dawn and the ride ahead.
The next morning is gray and a light mist permeates the air. Newander cleans the goblin feces from the statues with a Shape Water Cantrip - gathering the mist and scrubbing away the vileness.
Once everyone is ready he casts Conjure Animals. 8 majestic stallions materialize along the great gates. The horse you have remaining from the library snorts and stomps in confusion at seeing the magical act before being calmed down (presumable by Ash or Pendergast).
The party departs the 9 horses galloping through the muddy path toward the library. The extra horses without riders carry your supplies. Newander stops you all and bids you to dismount every hour as the spell expires. The horses fade from existence for a moment until he recasts the spell, reconstituting their forms.
You arrive at the manicured lawns of the library around midday. The Prince thanks you for the escort and saving his and Newander's lives. "The two of us shall go meet with the Dean in his office. I would like to meet you all for supper this evening and discuss further the events unfolding"
Ash decided to stay with the horse from the cart, feeding it an apple to calm it down and then mounting herself bareback upon it. “You need a name,” she whispered in a soft draconic, petting it’s mane as she gently held the bridle and urged it forward. “When you’re ready, tell me what to call you.” (OOC: is the horse a boy or a girl?)
As a result of choosing the material plane horse, Ash didn’t need to dismount, but did anyway to treat the beast to handfuls or water and give it a break from her heavy frame. When the prince invited her to dinner at first she considered refusing. After all, she had done what the dean had asked. It was time to find information for her own quest, however, as she looked at her companions she realized she desired to see them all again, at least one last time. She nodded to the prince.
(OOC: I can’t do rolls on my phone for some reason but consider it alright to roll for Ash. We’re still level 3 correct?)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Pendergast rides along the trail, as they come to the lavish grounds of the library he is in awe of the foreign architecture and the well-kept foliage. At the prince's request to be a dinner guest he happily will take the offer, looking at this as an opportunity to finally relax. He looks at his new companions, "So, what's next for us after dinner? Are there new beasts to discover and new paths towander?"
He seems jovial in this, but also realizes that his demeanor is very different than the others' and his company may have been appreciated, but perhaps not up for extension.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
23 Perception ( passive 14)
17 (insight passive 14)
8 wisdom save
(Note as an elf,she has advantage against being charmed, and can’t be put to sleep. I didn’t roll for advantage, but her bonus is +4 you can roll if needed)
Merai spends the journey talking in elvish with the prince about his homeland, elvish traditions, magical secrets of ancient Myth Drannor, and a little about her own home of Everaska. She doesn’t reveal much of herself in this conversation. She is pleased and honored to be invited to the dinner.
To Pendergast she says “I think we would do very well to have you as a member of our group, if you are willing. You have more than proven your valuable skills. As for what’s next… it seems trouble is coming, I expect no shortage of things to be done!”
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
And pox rolls:
10 perception (12 passive)
17 insight (10 passive)
17 wisdom save- I rolled with advantage as I assumed this was magic. Use the first one (hover with mouse to see rolls) if not. As a gnome has advantage against magic saves for wis)
Pox is interested in the magic behind the horses and visits with Newander, asking a lot of questions about druids and Druidic magic. He feels like as a gnome he should know more about them than he does.
The Prince converses with Merai during the journey - swapping tales of their elven homeland. You really need to visit Shimnistra as my guest, I'd love to have you attend the Dance of the Stars.
The Prince and Newander go off to ind the Dean leaving the party at the entrance to the library.
___________________
Merai and Little Iron feel that something is a bit off.
A pair of junior clerics are sunbathing on the front steps - their priestly vestments open so their bare chests can soak up the Spring Sun. From an open window you hear the shrill shriek of a visiting Priestess of Sune (Godess of Love) - you fear she is in danger before realizing she is in the throws of passion. Upon entering the Great Hall, Several small circles of priests are praying and pouring over the Tome of Universal Harmony - there is something frantic and all consuming in their manner. You can see into the Dining Hall and some of libraries more notorious food lovers are binging a large spread. The two Dwarf brother cooks hobbling around frantically to keep the food coming. Brother Chanceleir stands on the raised platform to start the midday canticle - however there are less than half of the normal attendees present.
Little Iron - With your Insight Check, you realize that the library seems to be under some sort of magical effect which is causing this unusual behavior.
Pendergast - You fall under the effect. You are overcome with the desire to leave the library and follow your truest passion, the wilds, hunting etc. You wonder why you came inside this building at all. You can still act normally however you will have a -2 penalty to everything (attacks, Saves, etc.) as you are constantly distracted by your deepest desires.
The Midday Canticle Starts - the songs of the Allied Gods filling the Great Hall.
What does everyone do?
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They both thank Little Iron for the healing. His divine touch closes some of their more grievous wounds and lightens their bruises. The Prince has raven black hair - cut short and spikey. The Druid is dressed in greens and his hair is twisted up with vines.
The party goes to rest up in their cave. The night is thick. As a precaution, Newander casts conjure animals. He summons 8 owls who he sends to scout for enemies before reporting back a half hour later that they believe none are about. They treat the rest of their wounds with an additional batch of healing spells from Newander and basic first aid.
The Prince opens one of the bottles of Feywine sent as part of your supplies.
"Dean Tobius knew I'd be thirsty"
OOC- when everyone is ready you can head back to the Edificant library, successful in your task - the Prince (now mostly) unharmed in your company.
After the defeat of the goblins and the rescue of the Prince, Pendergast would resume his usual course of action and begin making snares and basic traps to catch small game. Periodically taking his crafts into the foliage to let them do their job, and every so often offering his new companions wine or tales from his homeland.
Just before everyone gets ready to rest, Pendergast turns to the prince, "Methinks royalty such as yerself might be better equipped to handle threats such as goblins, or at the very least; an appropriate escort," He stops a moment realizing his bluntness may have come across as rude.
"I mean no ill will by that your majesty, just an observation that someone of your importance might be better protected."
Merai examines the whip with fascination- clearly entranced by the magic . “Someday I hope to craft items myself. It is beautiful! Not a weapon I know how to use, but perhaps one of you could wield it? (looking at the group).
she makes the usual preparations for rest with the alarm spell, door of opaque ice, etc, but then promptly goes into her meditation. “What a brutal day” she thinks, of all the bloodshed . And it seems like much more is coming- hopefully not tonight.
The Prince gives Pendergast an icy stare, his fingers twitching at his hilt.
As I stated earlier - Newander and I defeated two similar scouting parties ourselves. The third caught us by surprise and before we could recover from the first two fights. No one is a better escort to the wilds of the Snowflake mountains than Newander. No one is a better swordsman than msyself!
His tone becomes increasingly irate - he locks eyes with Newander and then takes a deep sigh and settles down.
Apologies - these are stressed times and I spent the last twelve hours semi conscious and tied up, however, that is no excuse for poor etiquette. I had to fight my father not to send an entourage with me. Every elf that traveled alongside me leaves Shimistra with that much less defense. The forest is more valuable than my own life.
You do not doubt the sincerity fo those words.
Ash listened to the prince’s story with interest, hanging back with Little Iron and letting the party members who were highly verbal do that part of the work. She was pleased they’d found their charges, as it was one step closer to filling her own needs. She gave the prince a little respectful now, uncertain what customs she should follow.
When Merai offered the whip, she accepted it. She’d just used a whip to deviststing effectiveness and was already curious to try out this one on her next foe.
“Thank you,” she said to everyone and nobody in particular. Now that the adrenaline of battle had faded, she was back to her more shy and gruff nature. She listened to the Ranger’s exchange with the elf prince, and added her two cents.
“Now you have us,” she said, trying to sound helpful. “And I’ll kill anything that gets in your way from here on out.” She looked at her companions. “Merai is really smart with magic. Pox is sneaky and deadlier than he looks. Little Iron heals our wounds and Pendergast here can scout our path. We’ll get you to the library… ugh… your royal majesty, grace? Highness?”
The hunter hears the Prince and nods respectfully, "You are not without thought, your lordship."
And with that turns to leave the cave, moving to the body of the Worg and carefully moving it closer to the cave. Once it is within 10 feet of the waterfall; Pendergast begins to skin the large, wolf-like beast with tender precision. He hums to himself as he does so, day-dreaming of the things that could be made from the pelt of this monster.
Pox goes around the battlefield retrieving all of his darts, and double checking for any missed loot, then he sleeps near the door overnight, close to a wall.
Pox finds a coin purse with 18 gold pieces on the goblin captain.
There are five goblin short bows and five scimitars.
Pendergast is able to remove the pelt from the Worg.
The Druid Newander offers his assistance and remarks how the only "Good Worg is a dead Worg" (Worgs being monstrosities and not beasts, he doesn't hold the same love for the creature as one of the natural order).
The Prince nods at the introductions from Ash. He smiles as the whip finds its way into her clawed hands. Why yes - that looks quite fitting.
The Prince and Newander converse for a moment and turn to the group, but mostly focus on Merai.
Newander and I believe the best course of action is to ride back to the library at first light. Once he prays and replenishes his magic he can conjure us mounts and we could make it back to the library before the Midday Canticle. If you are all in agreement I would like to enter my reverie.
Merai says “I agree with this plan- Let’s make haste for the library. We will take these weapons to keep them from being used against good people again, perhaps this steel can be used to make something…. Better”. (She looks with disgust at rhe poor workmanship of the scimitars). “ I can carry the gold for the group, we can divide it up when we need to, or if you need to buy anything.
Ash nods with the plan, collecting her hand axes and wiping the gore from them. She seemed even more lost in thought than was normal, her mind preoccupied elsewhere as she mechanically rid her axes of goblin brains. Her new whip was clipped to her belt, and her old one lay coiled at her feet. She would eat if offered, but otherwise she seemed to be waiting till dawn and the ride ahead.
The next morning is gray and a light mist permeates the air. Newander cleans the goblin feces from the statues with a Shape Water Cantrip - gathering the mist and scrubbing away the vileness.
Once everyone is ready he casts Conjure Animals. 8 majestic stallions materialize along the great gates. The horse you have remaining from the library snorts and stomps in confusion at seeing the magical act before being calmed down (presumable by Ash or Pendergast).
The party departs the 9 horses galloping through the muddy path toward the library. The extra horses without riders carry your supplies. Newander stops you all and bids you to dismount every hour as the spell expires. The horses fade from existence for a moment until he recasts the spell, reconstituting their forms.
You arrive at the manicured lawns of the library around midday. The Prince thanks you for the escort and saving his and Newander's lives.
"The two of us shall go meet with the Dean in his office. I would like to meet you all for supper this evening and discuss further the events unfolding"
Can everyone please make the following three checks.
OOC - this isn't being used this very second, but will come up so wanted to get the rolls.
Perception
Insight
Wisdom Saving Throw
Ash decided to stay with the horse from the cart, feeding it an apple to calm it down and then mounting herself bareback upon it. “You need a name,” she whispered in a soft draconic, petting it’s mane as she gently held the bridle and urged it forward. “When you’re ready, tell me what to call you.” (OOC: is the horse a boy or a girl?)
As a result of choosing the material plane horse, Ash didn’t need to dismount, but did anyway to treat the beast to handfuls or water and give it a break from her heavy frame. When the prince invited her to dinner at first she considered refusing. After all, she had done what the dean had asked. It was time to find information for her own quest, however, as she looked at her companions she realized she desired to see them all again, at least one last time. She nodded to the prince.
(OOC: I can’t do rolls on my phone for some reason but consider it alright to roll for Ash. We’re still level 3 correct?)
yeah, still level 3 - the horse is a female. Newander approves of your affection and after a few neighs he tells you that she says her name is Petal.
Pendergast rides along the trail, as they come to the lavish grounds of the library he is in awe of the foreign architecture and the well-kept foliage. At the prince's request to be a dinner guest he happily will take the offer, looking at this as an opportunity to finally relax. He looks at his new companions, "So, what's next for us after dinner? Are there new beasts to discover and new paths to wander? "
He seems jovial in this, but also realizes that his demeanor is very different than the others' and his company may have been appreciated, but perhaps not up for extension.
Perception: 23
Insight: 18
Wisdom save: 12
23 Perception ( passive 14)
17 (insight passive 14)
8 wisdom save
(Note as an elf,she has advantage against being charmed, and can’t be put to sleep. I didn’t roll for advantage, but her bonus is +4 you can roll if needed)
Merai spends the journey talking in elvish with the prince about his homeland, elvish traditions, magical secrets of ancient Myth Drannor, and a little about her own home of Everaska. She doesn’t reveal much of herself in this conversation. She is pleased and honored to be invited to the dinner.
To Pendergast she says “I think we would do very well to have you as a member of our group, if you are willing. You have more than proven your valuable skills. As for what’s next… it seems trouble is coming, I expect no shortage of things to be done!”
And pox rolls:
10 perception (12 passive)
17 insight (10 passive)
17 wisdom save- I rolled with advantage as I assumed this was magic. Use the first one (hover with mouse to see rolls) if not. As a gnome has advantage against magic saves for wis)
Pox is interested in the magic behind the horses and visits with Newander, asking a lot of questions about druids and Druidic magic. He feels like as a gnome he should know more about them than he does.
OOC - Doing Ash and Little Iron Rolls - got the modifiers from the character sheets
ASH
Perception 1
Insight 6
Wisdom Saving Throw 19
Little Iron
Perception 14
Insight 9
Wisdom Saving Throw 21
The Prince converses with Merai during the journey - swapping tales of their elven homeland.
You really need to visit Shimnistra as my guest, I'd love to have you attend the Dance of the Stars.
The Prince and Newander go off to ind the Dean leaving the party at the entrance to the library.
___________________
Merai and Little Iron feel that something is a bit off.
A pair of junior clerics are sunbathing on the front steps - their priestly vestments open so their bare chests can soak up the Spring Sun.
From an open window you hear the shrill shriek of a visiting Priestess of Sune (Godess of Love) - you fear she is in danger before realizing she is in the throws of passion.
Upon entering the Great Hall, Several small circles of priests are praying and pouring over the Tome of Universal Harmony - there is something frantic and all consuming in their manner.
You can see into the Dining Hall and some of libraries more notorious food lovers are binging a large spread. The two Dwarf brother cooks hobbling around frantically to keep the food coming.
Brother Chanceleir stands on the raised platform to start the midday canticle - however there are less than half of the normal attendees present.
Little Iron - With your Insight Check, you realize that the library seems to be under some sort of magical effect which is causing this unusual behavior.
Pendergast - You fall under the effect. You are overcome with the desire to leave the library and follow your truest passion, the wilds, hunting etc. You wonder why you came inside this building at all. You can still act normally however you will have a -2 penalty to everything (attacks, Saves, etc.) as you are constantly distracted by your deepest desires.
The Midday Canticle Starts - the songs of the Allied Gods filling the Great Hall.
What does everyone do?