“Thank you.” Velan said to Spix as she channeled healing energy through her touch. “I understand your thinking and I honestly agree with it. To be honest, even at my best I’m not sure I can stand most reasonably strong hits.”
It was an unfortunate truth. During childhood he was stronger and more energetic than most kids, hardier. Now, after ten years dedicated almost exclusively to theoretical studies, he was barely as sturdy as the average humanoid. That and he was no longer a half-orc.
“I feel really better.” He mentioned as their returned the march. In the little silence the cold winds and roaring thunder allowed Velan’s mind drifted to the beasts. Gnolls were a widespread race and their presence could mean just that a band of monsters took place in that desolated place - something bad enough in tiself. But what about the other transformed hyenas? What if those creatures were indeed born of animals feeding of victims of Yeenagu? How close would the demon lord be in that case? How much of a survival chance we would in that case? He pondered grimly.
There was also the storm. Zin mentioned it was not natural. Maybe it was caused by spellcraft or maybe it resulted from some demonic force.
The storm after 3 hours lets up and the wind dies down considerably. The endless snow drifts, the blissful wind with snow pelting upon your face finally come to a stop. The traveling becomes much easier as you go forward another 3 hours. As the wintery tundra in this vast land of Snow and Ice gave you but a taste of of how powerful it could become. After clearing a clustered small patch of snow covered trees. You emerge from the other side and look carefully forward into the distance. A small town not to far ahead delights your senses as you see theirs shelter to be taken from inside several building. Fire for food as well as warmth come from Smoke rising from their chimneys. And of rest assuming they have a nice comfy beds just waiting to be laid upon inside.
Spix says” look- a village! Let’s go see who’s home. Pick a friendly-looking house with a fire going- or maybe they even have a tavern!” She picks up her pace in excitement.
"Seems like our next step." Davis agrees with a nod. He unties the rope from himself, and hands it back to those following. "I could do with an ale, and some news, after that storm and those beasts." He stomps snow from his boots, squares his shoulders, then strides onward towards the village, his glaive used as a walking staff.
"I can see the food in my mind already. A delicious feast!" Sohk is still clinging hard to the crate as he trundles through the snow, a smile on his face as he imagines the feast waiting for him.
With hopes of warmth, food and a place to relax outside of the cold you pick up the pace and hurry down towards the settlement. As you get closer you hear dogs in the distance start to bark. As you stop to take a look you notice these dogs heavy duty dogs. Thick fur and made of stockier build. You figure these dogs were made for the cold. The are chained up near various house. After taking a breath you finally make it to the outskirts of town. Several foot prints run here and there coming and going from house to house as well along the main path heading to the center of the settlement.
"I say we move towards the center of town." Davis suggests to the group. "Likely place to find an inn, or a meeting hall where we can find out about lodging options." With this in mind he starts in that direction.
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"Follow the smell of bread, didn't he say? Then we can unload this crate, so Zin can enjoy some ale as easily as the rest of us." Magwynn tries to determine where the smell is coming from.
As they left the storm behind there was true silence amongst the party. Maybe they were tired, maybe lost in thoughts of their own or just uninterested in small talk. Either way Velan was slightly surprised for their little reaction to the mention of a demon lord. Did they not know the danger it entailed or were they just brave to the point of not caring? There was also the possibility that they were intentionally avoiding the subject. Talking wouldn’t help in such a long march, but could bring anxiety, fear. They didn’t need that, he understood that much.
A quarter of day had passed by the time they spotted a small village. His first sensation was that of relief. Something his traveling companions voiced to share. Then came then a doubt. Was that village the village? The one they were looking for? In the end he decided it didn’t matter that much. He untied himself from the hope and followed the others, wishing for nothing beyond a place to rest.
“Does anyone see any sign?” He asked as they entered town, mainly to Magwynn. She was the one who knew the northern wildlands the best, after all. “I mean, I’m up to any shelter, but it would be all the better if this was Kleine.”
Davis moves with the others towards the scent of bread. He glances to the group as they approach. "I would suggest we keep the talk of demon lords to a minimum, as we don't wish to be driven from the village. Those matters are best discussed in the light of day, and without too many others to overhear." He nods then continues along towards the smell of baking bread.
The smell of bread lures you to a rather large two story building made of thick wooden beams braced with a metal frame work. Smoke rises from the chimney as you hear lots of chatter, laughter, glasses clinking and sound of utensils tapping and scrapping here and there. You follow the sound around to find the front door. You see and grab the knob turning it entering into building. The sweet smell of bread lofts into your nose as well as the warmth from the heat inside embraces your face and hands. As you take it in and look around you see six 6 man tables in the middle surrounded by four 4 man tables and 4 two man tables on the sides. A couple of antlers hang here and there. A roaring fire from the fireplace is attached to the center of the back wall. A staircase peals off and possible up to the right. Various patrons or guests stop for a moment to look up towards you as you stand there looking around. A half orc looking woman standing behind the bar looks your way.
"Stranger I don't know about you but we here inside like the warmth. So can you please either come inside and have a drink or go back outside and continue to play in the snow. But either way don't forget to close the door."
"Sorry mam." Davis says with a friendly smile in her direction. He brushes snow off, as much as possible, before entering. He glances around the room, taking in those seated briefly, then nods and steps towards an empty table that will hold all of his companions. "Warmth and an ale is what I am looking for." He informs the female behind the bar. "And any news from around these parts." He adds on as he takes a seat.
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Accepting what aid his companions are able to give, davis leads the way onward towards the village...
Survival: 14
“Thank you.” Velan said to Spix as she channeled healing energy through her touch. “I understand your thinking and I honestly agree with it. To be honest, even at my best I’m not sure I can stand most reasonably strong hits.”
It was an unfortunate truth. During childhood he was stronger and more energetic than most kids, hardier. Now, after ten years dedicated almost exclusively to theoretical studies, he was barely as sturdy as the average humanoid. That and he was no longer a half-orc.
“I feel really better.” He mentioned as their returned the march. In the little silence the cold winds and roaring thunder allowed Velan’s mind drifted to the beasts. Gnolls were a widespread race and their presence could mean just that a band of monsters took place in that desolated place - something bad enough in tiself. But what about the other transformed hyenas? What if those creatures were indeed born of animals feeding of victims of Yeenagu? How close would the demon lord be in that case? How much of a survival chance we would in that case? He pondered grimly.
There was also the storm. Zin mentioned it was not natural. Maybe it was caused by spellcraft or maybe it resulted from some demonic force.
The storm after 3 hours lets up and the wind dies down considerably. The endless snow drifts, the blissful wind with snow pelting upon your face finally come to a stop. The traveling becomes much easier as you go forward another 3 hours. As the wintery tundra in this vast land of Snow and Ice gave you but a taste of of how powerful it could become. After clearing a clustered small patch of snow covered trees. You emerge from the other side and look carefully forward into the distance. A small town not to far ahead delights your senses as you see theirs shelter to be taken from inside several building. Fire for food as well as warmth come from Smoke rising from their chimneys. And of rest assuming they have a nice comfy beds just waiting to be laid upon inside.
Spix says” look- a village! Let’s go see who’s home. Pick a friendly-looking house with a fire going- or maybe they even have a tavern!” She picks up her pace in excitement.
“I would love a tavern right now,” Magwynn says, relief evident in her voice.
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"Seems like our next step." Davis agrees with a nod. He unties the rope from himself, and hands it back to those following. "I could do with an ale, and some news, after that storm and those beasts." He stomps snow from his boots, squares his shoulders, then strides onward towards the village, his glaive used as a walking staff.
"I can see the food in my mind already. A delicious feast!" Sohk is still clinging hard to the crate as he trundles through the snow, a smile on his face as he imagines the feast waiting for him.
With hopes of warmth, food and a place to relax outside of the cold you pick up the pace and hurry down towards the settlement. As you get closer you hear dogs in the distance start to bark. As you stop to take a look you notice these dogs heavy duty dogs. Thick fur and made of stockier build. You figure these dogs were made for the cold. The are chained up near various house. After taking a breath you finally make it to the outskirts of town. Several foot prints run here and there coming and going from house to house as well along the main path heading to the center of the settlement.
"I say we move towards the center of town." Davis suggests to the group. "Likely place to find an inn, or a meeting hall where we can find out about lodging options." With this in mind he starts in that direction.
Sohk nods at Davis, moving about with the crate trying to keep warm. "That sounds like a good idea, after you."
Spix agrees, and follows Davis.
Zin, teeth chattering, with no witticisms or song tersely agrees. "L.l.e ttts get into town. A www arm fire and some ale sounds good to me...."
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As you start to head towards the center of town the smell of fresh bread tantalizes your senses.
Spix looks for a tavern or inn.
"Follow the smell of bread, didn't he say? Then we can unload this crate, so Zin can enjoy some ale as easily as the rest of us." Magwynn tries to determine where the smell is coming from.
Perception: 18
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Zin follows his nose, sniffing for the bread, listening for the telltale sounds of a tavern, laughter, singing and the smell of warm food.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As they left the storm behind there was true silence amongst the party. Maybe they were tired, maybe lost in thoughts of their own or just uninterested in small talk. Either way Velan was slightly surprised for their little reaction to the mention of a demon lord. Did they not know the danger it entailed or were they just brave to the point of not caring? There was also the possibility that they were intentionally avoiding the subject. Talking wouldn’t help in such a long march, but could bring anxiety, fear. They didn’t need that, he understood that much.
A quarter of day had passed by the time they spotted a small village. His first sensation was that of relief. Something his traveling companions voiced to share. Then came then a doubt. Was that village the village? The one they were looking for? In the end he decided it didn’t matter that much. He untied himself from the hope and followed the others, wishing for nothing beyond a place to rest.
“Does anyone see any sign?” He asked as they entered town, mainly to Magwynn. She was the one who knew the northern wildlands the best, after all. “I mean, I’m up to any shelter, but it would be all the better if this was Kleine.”
Davis moves with the others towards the scent of bread. He glances to the group as they approach. "I would suggest we keep the talk of demon lords to a minimum, as we don't wish to be driven from the village. Those matters are best discussed in the light of day, and without too many others to overhear." He nods then continues along towards the smell of baking bread.
The smell of bread lures you to a rather large two story building made of thick wooden beams braced with a metal frame work. Smoke rises from the chimney as you hear lots of chatter, laughter, glasses clinking and sound of utensils tapping and scrapping here and there. You follow the sound around to find the front door. You see and grab the knob turning it entering into building. The sweet smell of bread lofts into your nose as well as the warmth from the heat inside embraces your face and hands. As you take it in and look around you see six 6 man tables in the middle surrounded by four 4 man tables and 4 two man tables on the sides. A couple of antlers hang here and there. A roaring fire from the fireplace is attached to the center of the back wall. A staircase peals off and possible up to the right. Various patrons or guests stop for a moment to look up towards you as you stand there looking around. A half orc looking woman standing behind the bar looks your way.
"Stranger I don't know about you but we here inside like the warmth. So can you please either come inside and have a drink or go back outside and continue to play in the snow. But either way don't forget to close the door."
she says as her eyebrows raise slightly.
"Sorry mam." Davis says with a friendly smile in her direction. He brushes snow off, as much as possible, before entering. He glances around the room, taking in those seated briefly, then nods and steps towards an empty table that will hold all of his companions. "Warmth and an ale is what I am looking for." He informs the female behind the bar. "And any news from around these parts." He adds on as he takes a seat.