After his work, Pardot carefully packs away the skins and plops into a corner exhausted from the work, but reaches for Thavol’s pipe to join in and relax for the night.
Thavol happily passes his pipe to anyone that wants to try. As you take a puff it take a few moments but a feeling of peace and calm washes over you. Your worries and burdens are eased and everything just feels as if it will be OK. As you lie in the cave with your mind at ease time seems to pass by very slowly and you find yourself content to just lie and stare at the rocks.
For the next 4 hours you would have disadvantage on initiative rolls, -2 to intellect but immunity to any charmed, suggestion or similar, mind altering effects. As the effect wears off you have a bit of headache and your eyes burn and itch for the next day.
(I'll move you on to the next day when I, the DM wake up for my next day :) )
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Triäsa smiles at Daventry's comment, "Thanks Dav. I am more instrumentalist than singer really. Though I am trying to sing a bit more often." She glances over at Ludolf for a moment as she says then, then back to Daventry. "Maybe I will sing something in a bit."
She watches as both Daventry and Pardot try some of Thavol's pipe. She again politely refuses the stuff, but sits with Daventry a moment afterward. She keeps her voice low, talking to the woman. "I cannot believe you tried that! So what is it like? You are not feeling sick or anything I hope." Triäsa is a mixture of mild curiosity and slight concern. After the questions, she whispers a bit quieter so just she can hear.
To Daventry:
"I hope you are feeling better after whatever had you down last night. I am sorry, I should have said something last night. I guess I was... preoccupied."
As she had mentioned, a little bit later she plays her lute and starts to sing a soft lullaby.
To All:
When the moon-cradle's rocking and rocking Where a cloud and a cloud go by Silently rocking and rocking The moon-cradle out in the sky.
Then comes the lad with the hazel And the folding star's in the rack 'Night's a good herd' to the cattle, He sings, 'She brings all things back.'
But the bond woman down by the boorie Sings with a heart grown wild How a hundred rivers are flowing Between herself and her child.
'The geese, even they trudge homeward That have their wings and the waste, Let your thoughts be on Night the Herder, And be quiet for a space.'
The moon-cradle's rocking and rocking, Where a cloud and a cloud go by, Silent rocking and rocking The moon-cradle out in the sky.
The snipe they are crying and crying Liadine, liadine, liadine Where no track's on the bog they are flying: A lonely dream will be mine!
Daventry coughs a bit. "Seems harmless enough, though I'll bet enough of it'll rattle the brains better than a cask of dwarf whiskey." She stretches out on her bedroll, relaxing close to the fire, and yawns. "Though what's that sayin'? Curiosity and cats and all that."
To Triäsa, as she sits close to Daventry:
"I... well..." She pauses, as if she were mulling over her words. "No need to apologize for me bein' distracted. Seems like you're taking some new steps. Exciting for you!" She glances at Ludolf, then looks back to Triäsa. "My path doesn't feel like it'll be easy. No blossoms on a rough road, even more so when the sky's fallin' down." This time she glances at Pardot, then out into the stormy night.
Ludolf would politely decline taking part in the skinning of the bears, instead staying close to Triäsa as she investigates the rest of the cave. Ludolf also declines the offered pipe but Triäsa's soft and sweet lullaby is all he needs to be sent off into a blissful sleep.
Triäsa suppresses a small smile at Daventry's first words, but then looks more serious. She continues speaking with the woman in hushed tones.
"Yea, new steps. I figured out the answer to what we talked about on the way to Baldur's Gate." She then pauses a moment. "I have wanted to chat at some point. When we do not have a storm and a mountain before us perhaps. I do hope you are alright though. You make me think my problems are likely nothing."
(Feel free to finish any conversations etc from the night before just not sure how much I can post this AM and wanted to give you a prompt for the future)
You all share watches through a calm evening. about halfway through the night the winds die down and the snow stops falling. Though the bitter cold lingers in the air your sleep is peaceful and pleasant. You rise just as the sun begins to burst through cave entrance. It's cold but today the weather seems much more tolerable. As you step out of your cave you notice about 3 feet of snow covers the ground and the sides of the mountain are covered by a thin layer of ice. Now that the clouds of cleared you can appreciate a tremendous view of Maerin far below you, you can see all the way to the ocean far on the horizon to the west along with breathtaking plains to the south a even down into Amn far to the west. Gazing up the mountain you can just barely see the faint outline of buildings nestled haphazardly into side of the mountain.
"That's your destination there"Thavol says wiping the sleep from his eyes and pointing toward the distant grouping of buildings. "Not sure how long it will takealong this road but I guess we'll find out. I've only been a bit further along this road my self. Today mightbe the highest I have ever been man."He sort of grins at his pun and begins preparing a new pipe with the moss he gathered last evening.
(Couple of mechanics, So long as you are wearing your snow/climbing gear you can move at regular speed. If you remove or lose it for some reason the snow will count as difficult terrain. The ice covered mountain would typically give disadvantage on climbing checks if required but with Thavol's presence/advantage that will be negated. Perhaps none of these things will come up... who knows...)
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Ludolf meticulously prepares for the last stretch through the snow and ice, seemingly fairly well aquainted with snow shoes from growing up in Icewind Dale. "Oh, this is nothing, I remember one winter in Bryn Shander, there was no crossing through the Spine of the World for several months and I had to reread my meager collection of books again and again while waiting for new ones to arrive from my uncle in Luskan." He says, smiling at the memory. He will offer his aid to Triäsa and anyone else with how to properly wear the different cold gear equipment Thavol has supplied them with before following their guide up the mountain. He will send Edgar out to keep watch for dangers. Perception: 21
"You'll have me, as an ear, shoulder, or whatever else you might need, Tri." Daventry shivers a bit, then covers up in her bedroll for the night. "But let's talk over a bottle of wine in a summer mountain valley, yeah?"
Next morning.
"Locked away?"Daventry gasps, shocked. "With... BOOKS?" She covers her mouth in horror. "Oh, Illmater take pity on your poor soul, Ludolf, that you had to bear such troubles in your time." She laughs and slaps the older man in the shoulder. "Truly a hero for the ages. Such fortitude."
She's bundled up as well, and finishes tightening up her scarf. "The Mere got pretty cold... we weren't as lucky as the blighters up in Neverwinter, but snow like this? That's new for me."
"Oh, I wouldn't complain about the locked up with books part, but rereading them over and over again was a bit tedious I must admit." Ludolf answers with a smirk.
Having packed up her things, Triäsa bundles br herself up to head out of the cave. She welcomes any advice Ludolf might have and willingly lets him help put on her gear.
"Well, I have seen snow, but not quite as cold as this." She then scans the vista in all directions. "But, wow! I think this view is worth it. Imagine what it will be like when we get higher."
She looks a few more moments. "Are we all ready? Probably time to trek onward."
You all pack your things and start back up the mountain. The going is slow but you seem to be making the best of it. The air is cold and thin but the sun is shining lightening the mood. After about a half days travel Edgar comes flying rapidly toward you in a panic. Landing on Ludolf's shoulder he warns you of danger ahead. There is a creature with two heads blocking the road just around the next switch back. It carries both an ax and a morningstar and is the largest thing Edgar has ever seen. One of the heads appears to be sleeping while other is looking around frantically. The road is narrow, only enough room for you to pass two at a time. Looking up you appear to be about 100 feet below the ruins city.
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"Edgar has spotted a two-headed creature up ahead, likely an ettin, half asleep you might say." Ludolf says to the others as they trudge through the snow. "Perhaps we could trick it somehow?" He then suggests looking to the others for their opinion.
Edgar conveys with Ludolf that the road ahead is very narrow, 10 feet across with a drop 100s of feet down the mountain side. It would be near impossible pass the creature without it noticing.
Thavol's eyes perk up at Pardot's suggestion as he looks at the mountain side, "Whoa! An inspired idea. Climb the cliff? Wouldn't be easy but yea man, I think I see way up the side." He starts testing the low foot holds. He moves with a rather odd grace as he climbs up about 10 feet and then gingerly springs down to the ground. "Might just work."
Triäsa considering the nature of these beasts you do remember reading about them at some point in your past. An ettin is a foul, two-headed giant with the crude characteristics of an orc. It never bathes if it can help it, and its thick skin is usually encrusted with a thick layer of dirt and grime beneath the stinking hides it wears. Its long stringy hair hangs in an unkempt mess about its faces, and its breath reeks from mouths filled with crooked teeth and tusks. As much as an ettin argues with itself, it is even less tolerant of other ettins, since a conversation between two ettins almost always amounts to a shouting match between a crowd of four belligerent heads. Most ettins are solitary creatures as a result, tolerating one another only to reproduce. In ancient dialects of Common, the word “ettin” translates as “ugly giant.” Legends tell of orcs that once stumbled upon a temple to Demogorgon, the magic of which transformed them into giant mockeries of the twin-headed Prince of Demons. Driven to near madness, these creatures scattered into the wilderness to become the first ettins. Edgar's description seem to match an Ettin nearly perfectly.
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"Hah, seems like you and Triäsa could make a good duet, Thavol. She's our resident songsmith, and is quite the master of her art."
Perhaps emboldened by residual adrenalin, Daventry will try some of Thavol's pipe if offered, once everyone is settled in camp.
Save: 18 if Con +4, if Wis +0
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After his work, Pardot carefully packs away the skins and plops into a corner exhausted from the work, but reaches for Thavol’s pipe to join in and relax for the night.
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Thavol happily passes his pipe to anyone that wants to try. As you take a puff it take a few moments but a feeling of peace and calm washes over you. Your worries and burdens are eased and everything just feels as if it will be OK. As you lie in the cave with your mind at ease time seems to pass by very slowly and you find yourself content to just lie and stare at the rocks.
For the next 4 hours you would have disadvantage on initiative rolls, -2 to intellect but immunity to any charmed, suggestion or similar, mind altering effects. As the effect wears off you have a bit of headache and your eyes burn and itch for the next day.
(I'll move you on to the next day when I, the DM wake up for my next day :) )
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Triäsa smiles at Daventry's comment, "Thanks Dav. I am more instrumentalist than singer really. Though I am trying to sing a bit more often." She glances over at Ludolf for a moment as she says then, then back to Daventry. "Maybe I will sing something in a bit."
She watches as both Daventry and Pardot try some of Thavol's pipe. She again politely refuses the stuff, but sits with Daventry a moment afterward. She keeps her voice low, talking to the woman. "I cannot believe you tried that! So what is it like? You are not feeling sick or anything I hope." Triäsa is a mixture of mild curiosity and slight concern. After the questions, she whispers a bit quieter so just she can hear.
To Daventry:
"I hope you are feeling better after whatever had you down last night. I am sorry, I should have said something last night. I guess I was... preoccupied."
As she had mentioned, a little bit later she plays her lute and starts to sing a soft lullaby.
To All:
When the moon-cradle's rocking and rocking
Where a cloud and a cloud go by
Silently rocking and rocking
The moon-cradle out in the sky.
Then comes the lad with the hazel
And the folding star's in the rack
'Night's a good herd' to the cattle,
He sings, 'She brings all things back.'
But the bond woman down by the boorie
Sings with a heart grown wild
How a hundred rivers are flowing
Between herself and her child.
'The geese, even they trudge homeward
That have their wings and the waste,
Let your thoughts be on Night the Herder,
And be quiet for a space.'
The moon-cradle's rocking and rocking,
Where a cloud and a cloud go by,
Silent rocking and rocking
The moon-cradle out in the sky.
The snipe they are crying and crying
Liadine, liadine, liadine
Where no track's on the bog they are flying:
A lonely dream will be mine!
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Daventry coughs a bit. "Seems harmless enough, though I'll bet enough of it'll rattle the brains better than a cask of dwarf whiskey." She stretches out on her bedroll, relaxing close to the fire, and yawns. "Though what's that sayin'? Curiosity and cats and all that."
To Triäsa, as she sits close to Daventry:
"I... well..." She pauses, as if she were mulling over her words. "No need to apologize for me bein' distracted. Seems like you're taking some new steps. Exciting for you!" She glances at Ludolf, then looks back to Triäsa. "My path doesn't feel like it'll be easy. No blossoms on a rough road, even more so when the sky's fallin' down." This time she glances at Pardot, then out into the stormy night.
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Ludolf would politely decline taking part in the skinning of the bears, instead staying close to Triäsa as she investigates the rest of the cave. Ludolf also declines the offered pipe but Triäsa's soft and sweet lullaby is all he needs to be sent off into a blissful sleep.
Triäsa suppresses a small smile at Daventry's first words, but then looks more serious. She continues speaking with the woman in hushed tones.
"Yea, new steps. I figured out the answer to what we talked about on the way to Baldur's Gate." She then pauses a moment. "I have wanted to chat at some point. When we do not have a storm and a mountain before us perhaps. I do hope you are alright though. You make me think my problems are likely nothing."
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
(Feel free to finish any conversations etc from the night before just not sure how much I can post this AM and wanted to give you a prompt for the future)
You all share watches through a calm evening. about halfway through the night the winds die down and the snow stops falling. Though the bitter cold lingers in the air your sleep is peaceful and pleasant. You rise just as the sun begins to burst through cave entrance. It's cold but today the weather seems much more tolerable. As you step out of your cave you notice about 3 feet of snow covers the ground and the sides of the mountain are covered by a thin layer of ice. Now that the clouds of cleared you can appreciate a tremendous view of Maerin far below you, you can see all the way to the ocean far on the horizon to the west along with breathtaking plains to the south a even down into Amn far to the west. Gazing up the mountain you can just barely see the faint outline of buildings nestled haphazardly into side of the mountain.
"That's your destination there" Thavol says wiping the sleep from his eyes and pointing toward the distant grouping of buildings. "Not sure how long it will take along this road but I guess we'll find out. I've only been a bit further along this road my self. Today might be the highest I have ever been man." He sort of grins at his pun and begins preparing a new pipe with the moss he gathered last evening.
(Couple of mechanics, So long as you are wearing your snow/climbing gear you can move at regular speed. If you remove or lose it for some reason the snow will count as difficult terrain. The ice covered mountain would typically give disadvantage on climbing checks if required but with Thavol's presence/advantage that will be negated. Perhaps none of these things will come up... who knows...)
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Ludolf meticulously prepares for the last stretch through the snow and ice, seemingly fairly well aquainted with snow shoes from growing up in Icewind Dale. "Oh, this is nothing, I remember one winter in Bryn Shander, there was no crossing through the Spine of the World for several months and I had to reread my meager collection of books again and again while waiting for new ones to arrive from my uncle in Luskan." He says, smiling at the memory. He will offer his aid to Triäsa and anyone else with how to properly wear the different cold gear equipment Thavol has supplied them with before following their guide up the mountain. He will send Edgar out to keep watch for dangers. Perception: 21
Triäsa:
"You'll have me, as an ear, shoulder, or whatever else you might need, Tri." Daventry shivers a bit, then covers up in her bedroll for the night. "But let's talk over a bottle of wine in a summer mountain valley, yeah?"
Next morning.
"Locked away?" Daventry gasps, shocked. "With... BOOKS?" She covers her mouth in horror. "Oh, Illmater take pity on your poor soul, Ludolf, that you had to bear such troubles in your time." She laughs and slaps the older man in the shoulder. "Truly a hero for the ages. Such fortitude."
She's bundled up as well, and finishes tightening up her scarf. "The Mere got pretty cold... we weren't as lucky as the blighters up in Neverwinter, but snow like this? That's new for me."
Ready to move out.
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"Oh, I wouldn't complain about the locked up with books part, but rereading them over and over again was a bit tedious I must admit." Ludolf answers with a smirk.
Having packed up her things, Triäsa bundles br herself up to head out of the cave. She welcomes any advice Ludolf might have and willingly lets him help put on her gear.
"Well, I have seen snow, but not quite as cold as this." She then scans the vista in all directions. "But, wow! I think this view is worth it. Imagine what it will be like when we get higher."
She looks a few more moments. "Are we all ready? Probably time to trek onward."
(Perception if needed: 5)
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You all pack your things and start back up the mountain. The going is slow but you seem to be making the best of it. The air is cold and thin but the sun is shining lightening the mood. After about a half days travel Edgar comes flying rapidly toward you in a panic. Landing on Ludolf's shoulder he warns you of danger ahead. There is a creature with two heads blocking the road just around the next switch back. It carries both an ax and a morningstar and is the largest thing Edgar has ever seen. One of the heads appears to be sleeping while other is looking around frantically. The road is narrow, only enough room for you to pass two at a time. Looking up you appear to be about 100 feet below the ruins city.
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"Edgar has spotted a two-headed creature up ahead, likely an ettin, half asleep you might say." Ludolf says to the others as they trudge through the snow. "Perhaps we could trick it somehow?" He then suggests looking to the others for their opinion.
“Was there room to try to sneak by or around it?” Pardot asks. “I could make our sounds blend in with the wind a bit more.”
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Daventry looks up. "Or go up, skip the switchback?"
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"Those are both good ideas." Triäsa looks at Ludolf then Edgar. "Can he tell you much detail about the layout?"
She then think a moment. "Circumvent is the best bet. Then sneak past. If we can't, then perhaps we can distract them enough to give us advantage."
She tries to recall what she might know about Ettins, as Ludolf said. Or other two-headed monsters. (Would it be Nature? If so: 18, add +2 if Arcana.)
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Edgar conveys with Ludolf that the road ahead is very narrow, 10 feet across with a drop 100s of feet down the mountain side. It would be near impossible pass the creature without it noticing.
Thavol's eyes perk up at Pardot's suggestion as he looks at the mountain side, "Whoa! An inspired idea. Climb the cliff? Wouldn't be easy but yea man, I think I see way up the side." He starts testing the low foot holds. He moves with a rather odd grace as he climbs up about 10 feet and then gingerly springs down to the ground. "Might just work."
Triäsa considering the nature of these beasts you do remember reading about them at some point in your past. An ettin is a foul, two-headed giant with the crude characteristics of an orc. It never bathes if it can help it, and its thick skin is usually encrusted with a thick layer of dirt and grime beneath the stinking hides it wears. Its long stringy hair hangs in an unkempt mess about its faces, and its breath reeks from mouths filled with crooked teeth and tusks. As much as an ettin argues with itself, it is even less tolerant of other ettins, since a conversation between two ettins almost always amounts to a shouting match between a crowd of four belligerent heads. Most ettins are solitary creatures as a result, tolerating one another only to reproduce. In ancient dialects of Common, the word “ettin” translates as “ugly giant.” Legends tell of orcs that once stumbled upon a temple to Demogorgon, the magic of which transformed them into giant mockeries of the twin-headed Prince of Demons. Driven to near madness, these creatures scattered into the wilderness to become the first ettins. Edgar's description seem to match an Ettin nearly perfectly.
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