"Nothing but the birdperson and the road." He would answer, only to see the dense fog closing-in. Humming in frustration, he'd lift his great axe forward, glowing in a pale blue light. He'd start to sneak forward into the unknown slowly and signal everyone. "Everyone gather to me!" He calls out, using his axe as a guiding light and mutters a prayer to Milil under his breath.
“Sharone’s” eyes dart about wildly, looking for attackers at every side. She sees the black feathers, steps forward and picks one up. “A calling card?” She looks to each of you quickly, looking for any untoward attention or long looks. She glanced out through the mist, her hand goes to her sword hilt and she feels for the shield on her back. “What trickery is this? Who are you with? Were any of you followed?”
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As you stand there surrounded by the fog, overhead the sky grows duller and more grey. The sun has begun to set making everything else around you darker. Then you see a ray of light begin to break through the thick cloud.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
And places the parchment on the bottom of it "See what happens if you place the quill on the paper thru the hole Sharone I think this is some kinda copying device, or seances ."
Wrenn places the planchette onto his parchment with the feather poking through. And nothing happens.
The light seems to get brighter as the fog begins to depart towards the north. Then you see a wooded hillside, then you never noticed previously, leading up and away from you. At the top of the hill stands a grim black tower, the last defiant turret of a long-crumbled fortress. Attached to this tower is a three-story manor house, weather-beaten, and veined with ivy. A porch girds the house, its sagging roof sheltering a stout front door that stands open and emits a flickering light.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Bigan would be leading with his shining axe before him. Following the light peering through the fog he'd see the worn manor in the distance, putting a smile on the man's face behind his mask.
"Wonderful. Shelter at the least, and it looks someone is home!" He would signal at the flickering light at the front door and approach up the porch and carefully knock upon the opened door.
Sharone tags along, following toward the rear, with furtive looks into the mist as they walk. After looking a the planchette closer for a minute it comes to her, “Oh, one of those things, isn’t that interesting? I wonder why that suddenly appeared.” She stays on high alert as they walk. As the others approach the front door, she peeks to the sides of the house to look for any activity. She watches behind them as well, looking for anyone who could have been following.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
You hear some footsteps coming from inside the house, followed by a voice, "Hello, who is out there? I mean you no harm."
The voice is deep and soothing. However, before you can reflect on the voice for too long, the door is opened. Inside foyer you see a man standing the light from the other room making him visible. He is a dark-skinned human. He has short black spiky hair and is cleanly shaven. He wears a green pair of trousers with a match green waistcoat over a white shirt and a black tie. He finishes his outfit with a pair of leather boots and a leather coat.
"My name is Arthur Sedgwick and who might you all be?"
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Misira looks up at the house with confusion. What has brought the 5 of us strangers here? Does this human that just introduced himself to us have anything to do with the letters? She looks the man up and down trying to place if she had ever seen his type of dress before, history check:9
She finally greets him, “My name is Misira and we have all traveled far, in this weather we appreciate the welcome.”
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"Did anyone tell you that we were arriving at this time? Do you have visitors... often? My name is Sharone, I was told that there... would be some information for me here. Have you been told to look out for a tiefling? What is this place, by the way?"
Deception : 8
Sharone passes herself off as a misplaced, slightly lost and curious adventurer, but continues to imply and ask about in her questioning if anyone has been asking for someone of her description, anyone who could be an assassin on the lookout for her. Now she is also just plain curious, wants to find out more about this place.
Bigan, hearing the soothing voice coming from inside the house, entered and would soon find the one calling out to him. Shifting his mask to the side to be polite he'd enter the room after dimming the light from his axe. "Mr. Sedgwick. Pleasure to meet you and what a fine home you have! My name is Bigan Mulo and myself and those around me have found ourselves lost in the rain and fog outside. Would you be so kind as to keep us sheltered for the time being as we wait this out?" He'd give a bright, friendly smile that has been his greatest ally in situations such as these.
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"Nothing but the birdperson and the road." He would answer, only to see the dense fog closing-in. Humming in frustration, he'd lift his great axe forward, glowing in a pale blue light. He'd start to sneak forward into the unknown slowly and signal everyone. "Everyone gather to me!" He calls out, using his axe as a guiding light and mutters a prayer to Milil under his breath.
“Sharone’s” eyes dart about wildly, looking for attackers at every side. She sees the black feathers, steps forward and picks one up. “A calling card?” She looks to each of you quickly, looking for any untoward attention or long looks. She glanced out through the mist, her hand goes to her sword hilt and she feels for the shield on her back. “What trickery is this? Who are you with? Were any of you followed?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Wrenn shakes his head and investigates the motif using his thieves tools "Maybe this is a trapdoor."
11 trying to see if there's a trap door or perhaps, he steps on the circle
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
“Use that planchet to look at our feathers, maybe there is a connection?”
Bigan would heed the dragonborn and hold the planchet to the feather she was holding, looking through the hole as they'd creep through the fog
Wrenn fallows after putting his tools away "I know I'm reaching here. Maybe put the feathers in the hole? While we each hold one."
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Sharone’s curiosity gets the best of her, she takes her feather over to the planchette and has a look as well.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Lyreth picks up the last feather and slides it into a pouch, then takes up her warhammer, facing outward to defend against threat.
"And I was thinking today would be another regular day in the garden..."
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
As you stand there surrounded by the fog, overhead the sky grows duller and more grey. The sun has begun to set making everything else around you darker. Then you see a ray of light begin to break through the thick cloud.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
"Wrenn asks May I see that device please? Sharone if you'll help me."
He examines it a little more closely takes the parchment out 20 investigation
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
And places the parchment on the bottom of it "See what happens if you place the quill on the paper thru the hole Sharone I think this is some kinda copying device, or seances ."
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Wrenn places the planchette onto his parchment with the feather poking through. And nothing happens.
The light seems to get brighter as the fog begins to depart towards the north. Then you see a wooded hillside, then you never noticed previously, leading up and away from you. At the top of the hill stands a grim black tower, the last defiant turret of a long-crumbled fortress. Attached to this tower is a three-story manor house, weather-beaten, and veined with ivy. A porch girds the house, its sagging roof sheltering a stout front door that stands open and emits a flickering light.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Wrenn shrugs "Well I tried.. Who's leading? Just remember I'm naturally slower than you."
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Bigan would be leading with his shining axe before him. Following the light peering through the fog he'd see the worn manor in the distance, putting a smile on the man's face behind his mask.
"Wonderful. Shelter at the least, and it looks someone is home!" He would signal at the flickering light at the front door and approach up the porch and carefully knock upon the opened door.
"Hello?" He'd call out.
"I could use a friendly drop of tea. This wet is being dreadful." hope is kindled in Lyreth's mind as she follows Bigan up the hill to the structure.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Sharone tags along, following toward the rear, with furtive looks into the mist as they walk. After looking a the planchette closer for a minute it comes to her, “Oh, one of those things, isn’t that interesting? I wonder why that suddenly appeared.” She stays on high alert as they walk. As the others approach the front door, she peeks to the sides of the house to look for any activity. She watches behind them as well, looking for anyone who could have been following.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
You hear some footsteps coming from inside the house, followed by a voice, "Hello, who is out there? I mean you no harm."
The voice is deep and soothing. However, before you can reflect on the voice for too long, the door is opened. Inside foyer you see a man standing the light from the other room making him visible. He is a dark-skinned human. He has short black spiky hair and is cleanly shaven. He wears a green pair of trousers with a match green waistcoat over a white shirt and a black tie. He finishes his outfit with a pair of leather boots and a leather coat.
"My name is Arthur Sedgwick and who might you all be?"
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Misira looks up at the house with confusion. What has brought the 5 of us strangers here? Does this human that just introduced himself to us have anything to do with the letters? She looks the man up and down trying to place if she had ever seen his type of dress before, history check:9
She finally greets him, “My name is Misira and we have all traveled far, in this weather we appreciate the welcome.”
"Did anyone tell you that we were arriving at this time? Do you have visitors... often? My name is Sharone, I was told that there... would be some information for me here. Have you been told to look out for a tiefling? What is this place, by the way?"
Deception : 8
Sharone passes herself off as a misplaced, slightly lost and curious adventurer, but continues to imply and ask about in her questioning if anyone has been asking for someone of her description, anyone who could be an assassin on the lookout for her. Now she is also just plain curious, wants to find out more about this place.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Bigan, hearing the soothing voice coming from inside the house, entered and would soon find the one calling out to him. Shifting his mask to the side to be polite he'd enter the room after dimming the light from his axe. "Mr. Sedgwick. Pleasure to meet you and what a fine home you have! My name is Bigan Mulo and myself and those around me have found ourselves lost in the rain and fog outside. Would you be so kind as to keep us sheltered for the time being as we wait this out?" He'd give a bright, friendly smile that has been his greatest ally in situations such as these.