Oron walks closer to the front of the group, keeping his ears up to try and catch anything and keeping his eyes on the tracks. When the little green companion catches up to Oron, he'll look down to them, smiling. "Welcome to the cool kids club." He says jokingly. "This is quite a facinating place isn't it?" He says looking around at the environment around him. "I'm not used to places like this. This was always my wife's cup of tea."
Melantha smiled up at the Leonin. " Cool club~ Cool club~ Melantha's in the cool club~"
After Oron spoke, they replied, "I don't think any of us are used to this place. After all, we don't seem to be in Faerûn anymore~"
Oron looks to Melantha. "Faerun? Is that where I was? Huh, that's good information to know." He takes out his journal and quickly jots down the name. "So, I don't believe I got your name little one."
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Dayeurian quickly picks up his book and runs to catch up with the group that provides him with some comfort amidst the fog. Fawx jumps out of his robes and flutters up above them, trying it’s best to watch for upcoming werewolves. Catching the end of the green one’s words he loudly adds, “We’re definitely not in the Feywild either. That place is much more jovial and that’s saying something.”
Oron looks to Melantha. "Faerun? Is that where I was? Huh, that's good information to know." He takes out his journal and quickly jots down the name. "So, I don't believe I got your name little one."
"Me? I'm Melantha~ Living life on the surface after breaking out from the dark~" She glances at Oron, taking in his feline features. "...am I acquainted well enough with you to know your name?"
"It's a pleasure to meet you Melantha. My name is Oron, I hope we can become fast friends." Oron says with a smile. "If you ever get tired of walking, let me know, I have no problem carrying you. You look to be about the same size as my son." He says with a chuckle. Turning his attention to Ruel, he contributes as well. "In my experience, home is wherever you make it."
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Andy falls in line at the back of the group, listening to his new companions talk while keeping an eye on the tree lines and making frequent glances behind them all. "Hope this road leads somewhere soon, I don't like being out in the open like this.", he says to no one in particular, more to calm his nerves than to be heard.
Realizing his words fall on deaf ears, Day turns to the sound of Andy’s voice. “It’s good to see another Fey, have you been on the Material Plane long?”
"It's a pleasure to meet you Melantha. My name is Oron, I hope we can become fast friends." Oron says with a smile. "If you ever get tired of walking, let me know, I have no problem carrying you. You look to be about the same size as my son." He says with a chuckle. Turning his attention to Ruel, he contributes as well. "In my experience, home is wherever you make it."
"Okies~" they replied to Oron, a genuine smile on their face as they continue on the path.
They would actually LOVE to be carried by the friendly fighter right now. But, with general understanding of etiquette, they chose to wait until they achieve the requirement of being too tired to walk. Fast friends, they will be~
Sirron stayed relatively quiet as he listened to the others as they spoke with one another. He'd been traveling by himself for what seemed like ages so he found their voices to be quite welcome compared to the silence that he'd almost become use to. When he heard the others talking about home he nodded slightly before glancing towards the back of the group for a moment. " The place that I once called home was destroyed but he's not wrong, home can be just about anywhere." He replied with a small hum." As long as it's not in a fog filled forest that you have no knowledge of." He added under his breath.
Thankful for the distraction of conversation Andy responds, "Day, right? I'm Andy. All my life, I was born in a city on the Sword Coast of Faerûn. Only recently left for the first time to be honest and judging by where I have landed myself now, I should have stayed in the city." He mutters the words to bring forth his magical hand again and adds, "I do suppose there is a touch of magic in my blood from somewhere though."The hand stays stationary as the group continues walking, fading away when it gets out of range.
Day watches the hand as it fades, taking out his notebook to document his observation. “Strange lands are the best to explore, you’ll never find the same excitement staying in a city. Discovering lost items and arcane tomes are my specialty, so maybe I can help you discover your magical capabilities. I’m a practitioner myself, and if you ever need any repairs,” he nudges towards Andy’s arm, “I may be able to help.” He makes a tear in the page he’s writing on, then waves his hand and it repairs itself.
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Xai'Bo comes to consciousness slowly, feeling the dirt of the woods on his face. He reaches for his staff which he can see to his right, grasps it and uses it to slowly lift himself up. The slender elf, his long dark brown and green locks of hair tied back, seems to meld with the woods in his brown and green leather clothing. He picks up his small wooden shield and surveys the scene around him.
In his delirium he could remember hearing the sound of voices, but whatever had happened when he took that step into the woods had rendered him paralysed for a time. This was certainly not where he was supposed to be, and he remembered no such sound of voices as he approached the woods. Who were these people? Were they responsible for him being in this strange place? He takes a berry from a pouch at his waist and pops it in his mouth, feeling the nourishment and warmth it brings. His senses recovered he follows the tracks of the large group that leads down a path.
He moves swiftly in the manner of his wood elf kin, coming to the point where the path widened. He travels on until he starts to hear conversation in the distance. These must be the ones he half heard earlier. Not sure yet whether to trust these people, he moves closer but keeps his distance for now, blending in with the mists on the edge of the road.
Stealth Check if required:
8
(OOC: Apologies for being late to the party, hope my manner of catching up is ok)
Andy smiles at Day's offer, "I would much appriciate that, I have been interested in learning more for some time but I lack the resources." He wrinkles his nose as the smell of decay hits him. "Good gods! Okay what crawled up which one of you and died?! Could at least walk out off to the side first.", he says aloud to the group.
Melantha smiled up at the Leonin. " Cool club~ Cool club~ Melantha's in the cool club~"
After Oron spoke, they replied, "I don't think any of us are used to this place. After all, we don't seem to be in Faerûn anymore~"
Main Character: Melantha(They/She)
Ideal Voice Claim
Oron looks to Melantha. "Faerun? Is that where I was? Huh, that's good information to know." He takes out his journal and quickly jots down the name. "So, I don't believe I got your name little one."
I don't have a signature.
Dayeurian quickly picks up his book and runs to catch up with the group that provides him with some comfort amidst the fog. Fawx jumps out of his robes and flutters up above them, trying it’s best to watch for upcoming werewolves. Catching the end of the green one’s words he loudly adds, “We’re definitely not in the Feywild either. That place is much more jovial and that’s saying something.”
Fawx Perception: 13
Ruel caught the snippets of conversion on the wind and wanted to contribute.
"Aye Sister," He said to Melantha softly "There is no place like home"
At that point an image flashed into Ruels head that of Brother Moonrunner and the ridiculous Ruby shoes he wore as the head of the Order.
"No place like home." Ruel muttered softly to himself.
"Me? I'm Melantha~ Living life on the surface after breaking out from the dark~"
She glances at Oron, taking in his feline features.
"...am I acquainted well enough with you to know your name?"
Main Character: Melantha(They/She)
Ideal Voice Claim
"It's a pleasure to meet you Melantha. My name is Oron, I hope we can become fast friends." Oron says with a smile. "If you ever get tired of walking, let me know, I have no problem carrying you. You look to be about the same size as my son." He says with a chuckle. Turning his attention to Ruel, he contributes as well. "In my experience, home is wherever you make it."
I don't have a signature.
Andy falls in line at the back of the group, listening to his new companions talk while keeping an eye on the tree lines and making frequent glances behind them all. "Hope this road leads somewhere soon, I don't like being out in the open like this.", he says to no one in particular, more to calm his nerves than to be heard.
Perception: 12
Realizing his words fall on deaf ears, Day turns to the sound of Andy’s voice. “It’s good to see another Fey, have you been on the Material Plane long?”
"Okies~" they replied to Oron, a genuine smile on their face as they continue on the path.
They would actually LOVE to be carried by the friendly fighter right now.
But, with general understanding of etiquette, they chose to wait until they achieve the requirement of being too tired to walk.
Fast friends, they will be~
Main Character: Melantha(They/She)
Ideal Voice Claim
Sirron stayed relatively quiet as he listened to the others as they spoke with one another. He'd been traveling by himself for what seemed like ages so he found their voices to be quite welcome compared to the silence that he'd almost become use to. When he heard the others talking about home he nodded slightly before glancing towards the back of the group for a moment. " The place that I once called home was destroyed but he's not wrong, home can be just about anywhere." He replied with a small hum." As long as it's not in a fog filled forest that you have no knowledge of." He added under his breath.
Thankful for the distraction of conversation Andy responds, "Day, right? I'm Andy. All my life, I was born in a city on the Sword Coast of Faerûn. Only recently left for the first time to be honest and judging by where I have landed myself now, I should have stayed in the city." He mutters the words to bring forth his magical hand again and adds, "I do suppose there is a touch of magic in my blood from somewhere though." The hand stays stationary as the group continues walking, fading away when it gets out of range.
Day watches the hand as it fades, taking out his notebook to document his observation. “Strange lands are the best to explore, you’ll never find the same excitement staying in a city. Discovering lost items and arcane tomes are my specialty, so maybe I can help you discover your magical capabilities. I’m a practitioner myself, and if you ever need any repairs,” he nudges towards Andy’s arm, “I may be able to help.” He makes a tear in the page he’s writing on, then waves his hand and it repairs itself.
The road is roughly 15 feet wide.
Fawx:
You travel with the others for about an hour, until you catch the scent of death upon the air.
Xai'Bo comes to consciousness slowly, feeling the dirt of the woods on his face. He reaches for his staff which he can see to his right, grasps it and uses it to slowly lift himself up. The slender elf, his long dark brown and green locks of hair tied back, seems to meld with the woods in his brown and green leather clothing. He picks up his small wooden shield and surveys the scene around him.
In his delirium he could remember hearing the sound of voices, but whatever had happened when he took that step into the woods had rendered him paralysed for a time. This was certainly not where he was supposed to be, and he remembered no such sound of voices as he approached the woods. Who were these people? Were they responsible for him being in this strange place? He takes a berry from a pouch at his waist and pops it in his mouth, feeling the nourishment and warmth it brings. His senses recovered he follows the tracks of the large group that leads down a path.
He moves swiftly in the manner of his wood elf kin, coming to the point where the path widened. He travels on until he starts to hear conversation in the distance. These must be the ones he half heard earlier. Not sure yet whether to trust these people, he moves closer but keeps his distance for now, blending in with the mists on the edge of the road.
Stealth Check if required:
8
(OOC: Apologies for being late to the party, hope my manner of catching up is ok)
The smell of decay intensifies.
(Anyone with a passive Perception score of 10 or higher can detect and follow it.)
The green one's perky mood quickly changed to that of caution, when a smell of something foul breached their nostrils.
They huddled to Oron's side, one hand clinging to one of his fingers.
Main Character: Melantha(They/She)
Ideal Voice Claim
Andy smiles at Day's offer, "I would much appriciate that, I have been interested in learning more for some time but I lack the resources." He wrinkles his nose as the smell of decay hits him. "Good gods! Okay what crawled up which one of you and died?! Could at least walk out off to the side first.", he says aloud to the group.
Oron speaks up from the front.
"I dont think that was one of us. It smells more like someone died."
He looks down to Melantha. "Stay behind me Melantha."
He then turns towards the others.
"I'll go follow the smell if you all want to stay on the road. Why put the whole group in danger if we don't have to."
I don't have a signature.
((ooc:are the optional class features from Tasha's allowed?))