Brenfaen heard the scream, eyes wide and immediately worried. "I'm coming!" he called out as he started running while holding the glowing crystal. When he got to the center, he can see the feathers and planchette though before looking around.
As the people begin to talk she just waves her rapier frantically "Whose there!" as the individual shouts about showing herself or getting hurt she just tries to find the direction "I'm Tine...please don't hurt me." he mind flashes as she remembers an old bar trick as she pulls out a pinch of phosphorus and tosses it into the air mutter some words in elvish. Four lights just form around her hoping to provide some type of light.
I assume you all saw what i just saw? That would explain the scream at least. Nazan looks at Tine Are you ok? No need to be scared. At least not because of me.
The halfling picks up one of the feathers and examines it (Nature: 23). "You're certainly not an ambush," he says wryly to the assembled individuals. "I'm guessing none of you knows who I am? It doesn't look like you're here to introduce me to anyone," he explains unhelpfully.
Out of the mists strides another figure. At first their shape is hard to determine, but, as they get closer, it resolves into a woman with dark red hair. She wears scale mail armor, with a component pouch at one hip, and with a heavy cloak on over the armor. Her emerald eyes are intense as she looks over those assembled at the crossroads. “Seems I am not the only one seeking something they lost.” She comments as she gives everyone an intent look. “I am Robin, who do I have the pleasure of meeting in such a dismal place?” She pushes the long braid of ehr red hair behind her shoulder as she talks.
Brenfaen would have seen the others, hearing them all as he keeps up his glowing crystal as a light source like the girl did with those lights. "Yes, I saw it too. I'm Brenfaen Brightriver. I just want to know who sent me this letter and ask them some questions." he says back with a nod. Brenfaen is young and of average height with blue eyes and blonde hair down to his shoulders in a low ponytail, having beautiful elven features like pointed ears. He has no armor on, just common clothes with a white cloak and wearing his white crystal as a necklace.
Nazan looks like a disfigured human. his skin on soft parts looks a bit like softened scab while the one close to bone e.g. on the forehead looks almost scaly. his fingers are slightly elongated. Nothing that one would realize on first glance but if recognized could be considered slightly unsettling. Looking into his eyes one could loose themself in them for long times, not because of beauty but because of a sadness and mindlessnes that lies within. He wears a think cloak and a scarf around his neck which covers as much of his hideous figure as possible without making it obvious that he would hide something. In his right hand he carries a spear and the left hand he puts on the inside of his cloak seemingly stowing something in a pocket
Im Nazan, and its a pleasure to meet you all. Its good to know that im not the only one in this weird situation
"So, did you all recieve a letter?" Robin asks as the others do introductions. "Mine said to come here to find what I lost." She places a hand on the pouch at her waist, but does not pull the letter out.
The halfling watches Nazan suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. "So we've all received a letter as bait, and where there's bait there's a trap. This doesn't seem like an ambush." He twirls his feather thoughtfully for a moment, then glances at the planchette on the ground. "Do any of you know what this does? I've never seen a device like this."
The day’s drizzle has grown into a rainstorm, and anyone who looks back down the trails sees their path shrouded in haze. As the wind and the rain batters down upon you all, the mists rise and make everywhere but the Crossroads, and the beginnings of the paths, impossible to see.
“Well I vote that we see where this path leads. “Robin says nodding to the path. “At least, hopefully, it will be someplace dry and out of this rain. “
Brenfaen looks to Navan, very surprised at his figure. Looking at his eyes, he could then recognize sadness in them and thinking that he must have gone through something traumatic as well. He nodded in agreement to Robin and Tobin regarding the letter. "Mine made mention of an event that no one outside of me and few others should know about. So this does seem like a trap." Brenfaen said back as he shook his head regarding the planchette though. "Not that I know of. But I agree, we should keep going and get out of this rain quickly." he then tells everyone.
With her dark red hair getting soaked by the rain, Robin steps forward and glances to the planchette. She shrugs. "Can't say I have ever seen one of those before." She says as she reaches down and picks up a feather. "One for each of us huh, I'd say everyone should grab one, just in case." She steps back and nods to the planchette, "Likely best take that thing with us, whatever it is as well." She looks to the others. "I am heading back to Sharn, anyone want to come with me? We can discuss this in my father's house there, and see how we can piece things together. Maybe we can figure out enough to come back after we talk. I just want to get out of this damn rain..."
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Brenfaen heard the scream, eyes wide and immediately worried. "I'm coming!" he called out as he started running while holding the glowing crystal. When he got to the center, he can see the feathers and planchette though before looking around.
As the people begin to talk she just waves her rapier frantically "Whose there!" as the individual shouts about showing herself or getting hurt she just tries to find the direction "I'm Tine...please don't hurt me." he mind flashes as she remembers an old bar trick as she pulls out a pinch of phosphorus and tosses it into the air mutter some words in elvish. Four lights just form around her hoping to provide some type of light.
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You all see each other now. Can process whatever it was you just saw. Introduce each other. Ponder the mysterious events.
I assume you all saw what i just saw? That would explain the scream at least. Nazan looks at Tine Are you ok? No need to be scared. At least not because of me.
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Tobin Greenleaf
The halfling picks up one of the feathers and examines it (Nature: 23). "You're certainly not an ambush," he says wryly to the assembled individuals. "I'm guessing none of you knows who I am? It doesn't look like you're here to introduce me to anyone," he explains unhelpfully.
Out of the mists strides another figure. At first their shape is hard to determine, but, as they get closer, it resolves into a woman with dark red hair. She wears scale mail armor, with a component pouch at one hip, and with a heavy cloak on over the armor. Her emerald eyes are intense as she looks over those assembled at the crossroads. “Seems I am not the only one seeking something they lost.” She comments as she gives everyone an intent look. “I am Robin, who do I have the pleasure of meeting in such a dismal place?” She pushes the long braid of ehr red hair behind her shoulder as she talks.
Brenfaen would have seen the others, hearing them all as he keeps up his glowing crystal as a light source like the girl did with those lights. "Yes, I saw it too. I'm Brenfaen Brightriver. I just want to know who sent me this letter and ask them some questions." he says back with a nod. Brenfaen is young and of average height with blue eyes and blonde hair down to his shoulders in a low ponytail, having beautiful elven features like pointed ears. He has no armor on, just common clothes with a white cloak and wearing his white crystal as a necklace.
Like with the winged creature, none of you have ever seen a creature such as whatever the hell Nazan is. It's kind of disconcerting.
Nazan looks like a disfigured human. his skin on soft parts looks a bit like softened scab while the one close to bone e.g. on the forehead looks almost scaly. his fingers are slightly elongated. Nothing that one would realize on first glance but if recognized could be considered slightly unsettling. Looking into his eyes one could loose themself in them for long times, not because of beauty but because of a sadness and mindlessnes that lies within. He wears a think cloak and a scarf around his neck which covers as much of his hideous figure as possible without making it obvious that he would hide something. In his right hand he carries a spear and the left hand he puts on the inside of his cloak seemingly stowing something in a pocket
Im Nazan, and its a pleasure to meet you all. Its good to know that im not the only one in this weird situation
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
"So, did you all recieve a letter?" Robin asks as the others do introductions. "Mine said to come here to find what I lost." She places a hand on the pouch at her waist, but does not pull the letter out.
Tobin Greenleaf
The halfling watches Nazan suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. "So we've all received a letter as bait, and where there's bait there's a trap. This doesn't seem like an ambush." He twirls his feather thoughtfully for a moment, then glances at the planchette on the ground. "Do any of you know what this does? I've never seen a device like this."
The day’s drizzle has grown into a rainstorm, and anyone who looks back down the trails sees their path shrouded in haze. As the wind and the rain batters down upon you all, the mists rise and make everywhere but the Crossroads, and the beginnings of the paths, impossible to see.
“Well I vote that we see where this path leads. “Robin says nodding to the path. “At least, hopefully, it will be someplace dry and out of this rain. “
Paths, plural. Like each path you all came down from.
revising then...
Robin looks around at the various paths that lead to here. “Any ideas where we go to get out of this rain? “
Brenfaen looks to Navan, very surprised at his figure. Looking at his eyes, he could then recognize sadness in them and thinking that he must have gone through something traumatic as well. He nodded in agreement to Robin and Tobin regarding the letter. "Mine made mention of an event that no one outside of me and few others should know about. So this does seem like a trap." Brenfaen said back as he shook his head regarding the planchette though. "Not that I know of. But I agree, we should keep going and get out of this rain quickly." he then tells everyone.
With her dark red hair getting soaked by the rain, Robin steps forward and glances to the planchette. She shrugs. "Can't say I have ever seen one of those before." She says as she reaches down and picks up a feather. "One for each of us huh, I'd say everyone should grab one, just in case." She steps back and nods to the planchette, "Likely best take that thing with us, whatever it is as well." She looks to the others. "I am heading back to Sharn, anyone want to come with me? We can discuss this in my father's house there, and see how we can piece things together. Maybe we can figure out enough to come back after we talk. I just want to get out of this damn rain..."