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Ogden looks to Nuzar and blinks “As for my letter I was given it by another acolyte in my temple. Are you saying you were given yours in a dream? As for the way you tell it yes, I was offered something I desire in exchange for help.” As he talks, he pulls out the letter to show the rest. He just chuckles at the fairy as she calls him a big one, a rare descriptor for him.
As everyone introduces themselves, he just rubs the back of his head in embarrassment “My apologies for not starting with an introduction. I am Ogden Stoneshield, Acolyte of the goddess Sarenrae.”
Sophiel flutters over to the man with the broken boots and casts Mending to try and fix them. She then pipes up, "I got one but it didn't promise me anything." She continues to use Mending and Prestidigitation to clean up Ra'Salva.
To those that rolled higher than a 15: During your conversation: you realize the the lamp post and the figure are gone and you are all but surrounded by mist. Only a faint trail leading off is visible, thanks to Sophiel's torch.
"I was offered the same."Ra'Salva slips the letter back into his pocket without opening it. "Come to the address indicated and receive the help you seek."
He pauses a moment and then says, "An ailment. I have a physical malady." He raises the black staff in his hand. "A limp. I've had a devil of a time with it."
He clicks the staff once on the ground and it seems to slide into itself, shortening its lengthy by half. The tarnished brass handle depicts a sailing ship.
Ra'Salva is a bit taken aback by the fairy fluttering about, sprucing him up. "This reminds me of a hallucination I once had after a night of drinking Absinthe with my brother... The "green fairy," the villagers called it. Quite a strong intoxicant."He runs his fingers through his beard and smiles a bit. The smile makes him look more mad than pleasant, but it quickly disappears. "Perhaps this curious place is a dream after all."
He takes a moment to consider his now shiny boots. "My thanks, little one." He tips his hat to the fairy. "I have to say, they haven't looked like that in quite some time."
"My pleasure tall one. That is what I was hired to do. Fix the broken things." She looks around, " Where did that lamp light go? I think we should keep pressing forward." She flutters her wings to hover as she moves forward.
"Yes. I quite agree. I think we must. And we will have need of your torch. But perhaps we should let some of these warriors go first. They look like they know a thing or two about swinging a sword."
"Mhm... Mhm.. So it seems we've all been gathered here beca-" She cuts off hearing Sophiel comment about the lamppost being gone and quickly darts to see nothing by mist. "Oh damn it all!" The half-orc stomped her feet and furrowed her brow in frustration.
"Well... I guess there is only one way now." Nuzar runs her fingers through her blackened hair, gripping the top that was hued white. "Ogden, Ra'Salva, Sophiel, other two, ready when you are." The half-orc would stash the letter back into her breast-pocket and take the first step forward, awaiting the others to follow. Being so close to her, those can see Nuzar and see she was just under six-feet tall and had a bit of a lanky build for a half-orc. She had noticeably sharp features and her clothes seemed to look like that of a commoners in-addition to the leather armor she wore over them, as well as a satchel she hung from behind her. Besides her daggers, her two blades she kept on her looked fairly unique as they seemed to take inspiration from her orcish culture; they looked more like long, thin cleavers.
Ra'Salva will seek to position himself somewhere in the middle of the group, but tries not to wander too far from Sophiel or her light, regardless of where that puts him within the party.
Trying to keep the conversation light-hearted Sophiel asks, "Ogden, who's Sarah Ray? Is she your partner?" She keeps a steady pace. Her iridescent skin sparkling in the fire light.
Hearing the others' tales she reluctantly adds, "I was given mine by a strange raven. It promised me coin and lots of it. If that is what awaits at the end of this trail then let's get moving." Her cloak drawn tight around her, her hood shading her face, and her head down, she falls in line behind the others.
"You got the raven too?" Nuzar looks back to Wraith. "You get it in a dream as well? I had one of those false awakenings of getting delivered the letter by a raven, then woke up with the letter in my fist. And... coin huh? Any plan for the coin or just going to sit on it like a dragon?"
"Emrys. Former serg'nt Army of Tyther. I got one of em cursed letters. Didnea promise me anything. The opposite. An if'n I get my hands 'bout this Curator's gizzard, he'll sing a very different tune."
DM
I'll leave it up to you if anyone can tell my accent is Tytheran, but Moonshae.
"No I was awake. It was just moments ago, a few blocks from here. I am in between jobs. Minding my own business and there's this raven staring at me. Suddenly there's a letter in my hand. I look down at it, then up and the raven's gone. Oh, there's some things I could do with the coin, but I really like your idea." Wraith replies to Nuzar.
“It would seem that whoever summoned us here knew exactly which strings to pull to bring us all together. You said it wasn’t a promise, Sargent? Then am I right to surmise it was a threat that brought you here? If so, it would seem to cast a pallor over the promises made to the rest of us. They may be spurious at best. And we cannot rule out that the one who has gathered us, this “Curator,” has sinister intentions. Perhaps if we knew the common thread between us we could piece together this puzzle.”
"I just know you better not get in the way of what I am promised, Emrys. You want this Curator, you wring his neck -AFTER- he's done with us. Hm?" She gives a side-eye to Emrys. Given Emrys most likely would be in the front of the pack, Nuzar should be beside or a step behind him given her combat prowess. She searches for a reaction, but also seems to size him up, namely observing his armor or any crests upon the ex-soldier's person.
Ogden listens as everyone speaks and when Sophiel asks her question just chuckles “In a way Miss Sophiel, but she’s more than a partner. She is the goddess of…” he pauses remembering her comment from earlier “fixing people that others thought broken. She has other names as well The Dawnflower, The Everlight, and The Healing Light. She watches over me and protects me. Like a mother or really good friend.” His lips curl into a faint smile of admiration as he talks about his goddess.
When it comes time to begin placing their order he will move to be towards the back as he continues to think about what the others said. His mind flashing back to stories he heard other acolytes tell to scare each other. As Ra’Salva talks he just nods “Agreed Mister Ra’Salva, whatever this curator is we should all tread carefully. Usually entities willing to give you what you desire for a price aren’t the best to be entangled with.”
"Ack, you've fire in your belly. I'll grant ye that. But I think you are as like to get what you were promised as the next cow we see laying a golden egg. Unless someone be a good scout, I'll take the lead. Don't walk in a line, don't bunch up. Whoever comes next to last, it be your job to keep a watchful eye on the last."
Sword still at the ready, Emrys is ready to set out.
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"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
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Perception
15
Ogden looks to Nuzar and blinks “As for my letter I was given it by another acolyte in my temple. Are you saying you were given yours in a dream? As for the way you tell it yes, I was offered something I desire in exchange for help.” As he talks, he pulls out the letter to show the rest. He just chuckles at the fairy as she calls him a big one, a rare descriptor for him.
As everyone introduces themselves, he just rubs the back of his head in embarrassment “My apologies for not starting with an introduction. I am Ogden Stoneshield, Acolyte of the goddess Sarenrae.”
OOC:
Perception check: 7
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Sophiel flutters over to the man with the broken boots and casts Mending to try and fix them. She then pipes up, "I got one but it didn't promise me anything." She continues to use Mending and Prestidigitation to clean up Ra'Salva.
To those that rolled higher than a 15: During your conversation: you realize the the lamp post and the figure are gone and you are all but surrounded by mist. Only a faint trail leading off is visible, thanks to Sophiel's torch.
"I was offered the same." Ra'Salva slips the letter back into his pocket without opening it. "Come to the address indicated and receive the help you seek."
He pauses a moment and then says, "An ailment. I have a physical malady." He raises the black staff in his hand. "A limp. I've had a devil of a time with it."
He clicks the staff once on the ground and it seems to slide into itself, shortening its lengthy by half. The tarnished brass handle depicts a sailing ship.
Ra'Salva is a bit taken aback by the fairy fluttering about, sprucing him up. "This reminds me of a hallucination I once had after a night of drinking Absinthe with my brother... The "green fairy," the villagers called it. Quite a strong intoxicant." He runs his fingers through his beard and smiles a bit. The smile makes him look more mad than pleasant, but it quickly disappears. "Perhaps this curious place is a dream after all."
He takes a moment to consider his now shiny boots. "My thanks, little one." He tips his hat to the fairy. "I have to say, they haven't looked like that in quite some time."
"My pleasure tall one. That is what I was hired to do. Fix the broken things." She looks around, " Where did that lamp light go? I think we should keep pressing forward." She flutters her wings to hover as she moves forward.
"Yes. I quite agree. I think we must. And we will have need of your torch. But perhaps we should let some of these warriors go first. They look like they know a thing or two about swinging a sword."
"Mhm... Mhm.. So it seems we've all been gathered here beca-" She cuts off hearing Sophiel comment about the lamppost being gone and quickly darts to see nothing by mist. "Oh damn it all!" The half-orc stomped her feet and furrowed her brow in frustration.
"Well... I guess there is only one way now." Nuzar runs her fingers through her blackened hair, gripping the top that was hued white. "Ogden, Ra'Salva, Sophiel, other two, ready when you are." The half-orc would stash the letter back into her breast-pocket and take the first step forward, awaiting the others to follow. Being so close to her, those can see Nuzar and see she was just under six-feet tall and had a bit of a lanky build for a half-orc. She had noticeably sharp features and her clothes seemed to look like that of a commoners in-addition to the leather armor she wore over them, as well as a satchel she hung from behind her. Besides her daggers, her two blades she kept on her looked fairly unique as they seemed to take inspiration from her orcish culture; they looked more like long, thin cleavers.
Ra'Salva will seek to position himself somewhere in the middle of the group, but tries not to wander too far from Sophiel or her light, regardless of where that puts him within the party.
Trying to keep the conversation light-hearted Sophiel asks, "Ogden, who's Sarah Ray? Is she your partner?" She keeps a steady pace. Her iridescent skin sparkling in the fire light.
13 Perception
Wraith does not notice the disappearance.
Hearing the others' tales she reluctantly adds, "I was given mine by a strange raven. It promised me coin and lots of it. If that is what awaits at the end of this trail then let's get moving." Her cloak drawn tight around her, her hood shading her face, and her head down, she falls in line behind the others.
"You got the raven too?" Nuzar looks back to Wraith. "You get it in a dream as well? I had one of those false awakenings of getting delivered the letter by a raven, then woke up with the letter in my fist. And... coin huh? Any plan for the coin or just going to sit on it like a dragon?"
"Emrys. Former serg'nt Army of Tyther. I got one of em cursed letters. Didnea promise me anything. The opposite. An if'n I get my hands 'bout this Curator's gizzard, he'll sing a very different tune."
DM
I'll leave it up to you if anyone can tell my accent is Tytheran, but Moonshae.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
"No I was awake. It was just moments ago, a few blocks from here. I am in between jobs. Minding my own business and there's this raven staring at me. Suddenly there's a letter in my hand. I look down at it, then up and the raven's gone. Oh, there's some things I could do with the coin, but I really like your idea." Wraith replies to Nuzar.
“It would seem that whoever summoned us here knew exactly which strings to pull to bring us all together. You said it wasn’t a promise, Sargent? Then am I right to surmise it was a threat that brought you here? If so, it would seem to cast a pallor over the promises made to the rest of us. They may be spurious at best. And we cannot rule out that the one who has gathered us, this “Curator,” has sinister intentions. Perhaps if we knew the common thread between us we could piece together this puzzle.”
"I just know you better not get in the way of what I am promised, Emrys. You want this Curator, you wring his neck -AFTER- he's done with us. Hm?" She gives a side-eye to Emrys. Given Emrys most likely would be in the front of the pack, Nuzar should be beside or a step behind him given her combat prowess. She searches for a reaction, but also seems to size him up, namely observing his armor or any crests upon the ex-soldier's person.
Ogden listens as everyone speaks and when Sophiel asks her question just chuckles “In a way Miss Sophiel, but she’s more than a partner. She is the goddess of…” he pauses remembering her comment from earlier “fixing people that others thought broken. She has other names as well The Dawnflower, The Everlight, and The Healing Light. She watches over me and protects me. Like a mother or really good friend.” His lips curl into a faint smile of admiration as he talks about his goddess.
When it comes time to begin placing their order he will move to be towards the back as he continues to think about what the others said. His mind flashing back to stories he heard other acolytes tell to scare each other. As Ra’Salva talks he just nods “Agreed Mister Ra’Salva, whatever this curator is we should all tread carefully. Usually entities willing to give you what you desire for a price aren’t the best to be entangled with.”
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
"Ack, you've fire in your belly. I'll grant ye that. But I think you are as like to get what you were promised as the next cow we see laying a golden egg. Unless someone be a good scout, I'll take the lead. Don't walk in a line, don't bunch up. Whoever comes next to last, it be your job to keep a watchful eye on the last."
Sword still at the ready, Emrys is ready to set out.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG