Petmailer looks back to Stena, setting his jaw firm, mustering himself up to full height and broadening his shoulders. “I wish to come. I feel that our destinies lie together. I know that my race is not looked upon fondly by you, by any of you. But there are those who want a different way, a different future for the Drow. I am one of them. Over time, maybe, you will come to trust me, to lean on me, as I have leaned on you during these fights we’ve had with the undead, with the ghostly spirits from another age. Only time will tell. I don’t fully know the nature of your heart, even though I’ve just told you mine. Enough talking. I am coming.” He gathers his things and falls in line, firm in resolution.
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Continuing on in the direction the party was headed, after descending from the entrance to the tomb, has them traveling in the same direction that Petmailer came from. Neth has brought Fargas' remains up from the tomb, deeming it 'not nice' to just leave him where he fell.
((There were enough cows that the party could have harvested enough for them all to be encumbered... but raw meat will need something done with it before it spoils. It's about the equivalent of early afternoon for your 'day', is Galingal looking for somewhere you can rest, have a fire and try to jerky some of the meat? That'd also give you time for Kolose to examine magical objects, and for you to take further stock of the loot. Assuming that's the case...))
A short distance down the tunnel, you come across a dead drow warrior, but beyond see a fungal forest that ought to provide both fuel for a fire, and enough density of growth to hide your flame from anyone traveling along the path.
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Petmailer bends down to investigate the fallen Drow warrior, looking for any insignia or papers, examining pockets, looking for belongings. He pulls his eyes shut with his hands and looks for how he was killed.
Investigation : 11
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Petmailer suspects its the familiar looking arrow sticking out of a gaping wound in the drow's thigh, and the pool of congealing blood around the body.
((The last drow he dropped before getting cornered and meeting up with the party.))
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Galingal looks at the dead drow for a moment then continues on to the 'mushroom' forest. He'll watch for trouble while Stena does her ranger thing and gets a fire going.
"Friend or foe?" Galingal asks Petmailer, gesturing back to the dead drow.
Petmailer helps bring the raw meat to a suitable area and builds a small campfire. “We better cook it, and if any of you have any salt or way to preserve it, that would be best. Then we can head on out of here.” Petmailer sits down and checks over any cuts or injuries, allowing himself to fall into a trance for a short period. If questioned or observed, he would happily answer any questions about his past, thoughts, or observations. But sensing that he’s with strong, silent types, he would remain with legs crossed, eyes front, and a glassy look as he meditates and recuperates.
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The two goblins and Jimjar get working on prepping the meat, Neth and Lia joining in, the tiefling nattering on about how everything will be fine now that there's plenty of food.
Stena searches the drow body, besides his armor, scimitar and hand crossbow, he doesn't seem to have much in terms of valuables on his person.
((Sorry for the long delay! Have internet set up at the new apartment, busy few weeks ahead, but hope to become and stay more regular!))
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Petmailer offers to take the second watch, going into a trance. He will hold his bow across his lap, the comfort of the curve of the bow a reassurance to him.
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The rest of your wakeful period passes quietly, much of the beef getting dried down into strips that if a bit lacking in salt and spices, are at least travel-stable and more interesting than the unending diet of fungus you've been largely subsiding on.
The elves split the rest between them, with others joining the watch at various points, and the group wakes to your goblin guides preparing the last of the fresh beef on some skewers, handing them around to the group.
((Did Galingal have a slot to make water last night?))
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((Yes, he actually had three slots left - the unpredictable wild magic area in the tomb had him being conservative with spellcasting - so he would have made water for everyone and enough to fill up waterskins))
"Let's get going," Galingal says. "Still too close to tomb."
He looks around for any signs of trouble before asking the goblins.
Stena takes a beef skewer with a nod, she would have kept an eye on the Drow volunteering to keep watch but would have been too tired to do much more than move away into the nearest darkness.
She listens to Gal's question but doesn't interject or comment as the goblins answer.
Galingal listens to the voice and then just nods his head and turns back to find the others.
Once ready, he heads outside to find somewhere safe to rest and discuss next steps now that they have some wealth.
Perception: 21
To Gal's question Stena gives a direct answer,
"Get to Grackelstaght, find a guide and leave this place."
She looks to the goblins and Jimjar then, with a darker expressio,n the Drow,
"Those that want to come."
Petmailer looks back to Stena, setting his jaw firm, mustering himself up to full height and broadening his shoulders. “I wish to come. I feel that our destinies lie together. I know that my race is not looked upon fondly by you, by any of you. But there are those who want a different way, a different future for the Drow. I am one of them. Over time, maybe, you will come to trust me, to lean on me, as I have leaned on you during these fights we’ve had with the undead, with the ghostly spirits from another age. Only time will tell. I don’t fully know the nature of your heart, even though I’ve just told you mine. Enough talking. I am coming.” He gathers his things and falls in line, firm in resolution.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Continuing on in the direction the party was headed, after descending from the entrance to the tomb, has them traveling in the same direction that Petmailer came from. Neth has brought Fargas' remains up from the tomb, deeming it 'not nice' to just leave him where he fell.
((There were enough cows that the party could have harvested enough for them all to be encumbered... but raw meat will need something done with it before it spoils. It's about the equivalent of early afternoon for your 'day', is Galingal looking for somewhere you can rest, have a fire and try to jerky some of the meat? That'd also give you time for Kolose to examine magical objects, and for you to take further stock of the loot. Assuming that's the case...))
A short distance down the tunnel, you come across a dead drow warrior, but beyond see a fungal forest that ought to provide both fuel for a fire, and enough density of growth to hide your flame from anyone traveling along the path.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Petmailer bends down to investigate the fallen Drow warrior, looking for any insignia or papers, examining pockets, looking for belongings. He pulls his eyes shut with his hands and looks for how he was killed.
Investigation : 11
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Petmailer suspects its the familiar looking arrow sticking out of a gaping wound in the drow's thigh, and the pool of congealing blood around the body.
((The last drow he dropped before getting cornered and meeting up with the party.))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Galingal looks at the dead drow for a moment then continues on to the 'mushroom' forest. He'll watch for trouble while Stena does her ranger thing and gets a fire going.
"Friend or foe?" Galingal asks Petmailer, gesturing back to the dead drow.
Stena stops listening to the drow about halfway through his pretense of having a bleeding heart. When his lips stop slapping she'll offer him a,
"Fine."
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Stena looks at the drow corpse and then at the arrow. She answers for Petmailer,
"He shot'm. Gods well better have been a foe."
She will then see if she can claim the arrow in the drow's leg, or any other arrows/worthwhile items he might have.
“Foe. Unfortunately.” Petmailer says, standing there watching.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Petmailer helps bring the raw meat to a suitable area and builds a small campfire. “We better cook it, and if any of you have any salt or way to preserve it, that would be best. Then we can head on out of here.” Petmailer sits down and checks over any cuts or injuries, allowing himself to fall into a trance for a short period. If questioned or observed, he would happily answer any questions about his past, thoughts, or observations. But sensing that he’s with strong, silent types, he would remain with legs crossed, eyes front, and a glassy look as he meditates and recuperates.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The two goblins and Jimjar get working on prepping the meat, Neth and Lia joining in, the tiefling nattering on about how everything will be fine now that there's plenty of food.
Stena searches the drow body, besides his armor, scimitar and hand crossbow, he doesn't seem to have much in terms of valuables on his person.
((Sorry for the long delay! Have internet set up at the new apartment, busy few weeks ahead, but hope to become and stay more regular!))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Stena grabs the crossbow and bolts before leaving the body to get cleaned up by whatever will surely come along.
At the camp she will confer with Jimjar on the direction to Grackelstaght.
She won't, as usual, go out of her way to engage with anyone else, beyond the normal glares when people get too loud.
Once settled into camp, Galingal offers to take first watch (Perception: 9 Passive: 16)
Petmailer offers to take the second watch, going into a trance. He will hold his bow across his lap, the comfort of the curve of the bow a reassurance to him.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The rest of your wakeful period passes quietly, much of the beef getting dried down into strips that if a bit lacking in salt and spices, are at least travel-stable and more interesting than the unending diet of fungus you've been largely subsiding on.
The elves split the rest between them, with others joining the watch at various points, and the group wakes to your goblin guides preparing the last of the fresh beef on some skewers, handing them around to the group.
((Did Galingal have a slot to make water last night?))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
((Yes, he actually had three slots left - the unpredictable wild magic area in the tomb had him being conservative with spellcasting - so he would have made water for everyone and enough to fill up waterskins))
"Let's get going," Galingal says. "Still too close to tomb."
He looks around for any signs of trouble before asking the goblins.
"Do you know way to Gracklstugh? How long?"
Stena takes a beef skewer with a nod, she would have kept an eye on the Drow volunteering to keep watch but would have been too tired to do much more than move away into the nearest darkness.
She listens to Gal's question but doesn't interject or comment as the goblins answer.
Kolose will be spending whatever moments they have before eventually departing documenting about the temple.
"This way, bruh. Should be close by bedtime."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Stena accepts this with only,
"Good. Take the lead. Ye are with them in the front Drow."
Stena slighty more than suggests to Petmailer.