Ragnik wakes with the sunto bathe his room in the fiery glow of the sun rise, his armour laid out on the bedding, uttering his blessing (daily blessing of the forge on armour)
“Bade i smiens ild og gi meg beskyttelse”
He dons his armour and weapons preparing for travelling and heads down stairs to the main tavern floor, presenting a more imposing image than the evening before. His chain mail adorned with multiple little hammers, a light hammer hangs on his right hip and a warhammer on the right and a large shield, emblazoned with a flaming hammer, strapped to his back. “Good morningMarius and Selssa, my compliments to you and your inn. I see the captain has already moved on.”Ragnik says to the couple as he sits at the table and begins eating the prepared meal. “Is there anything we should be aware of for the road ahead?”
Lucius wakes early and performs his morning ritual of exercises, and sword forms, using the extra space in the larger 4 bed room to do it in private. Then heads downstairs for breakfast, greeting Marius, Selssa and Ragnik, "Good morning to you all".
He eats the breakfast offered, listening intently to any information Marius and Selssa share, and asks, "Do you know if there are any of the pioneers that fled from Downs still nearby by any chance? Did any settle in the local town?"
Ragnar now wears his greenish and brown hued scale mail, designed to be camouflaged in the woods. His longsword hands from his hip, his backpack on his back along with his quiver, longbow in hand. He greats the party, leaning his bow against the wall, and joins them for breakfast.
"As it seems I am catching up with you all, anything I need to be wary of, is there a threat I need to be aware of?"
Eraleigh wakes with a sleepy disposition and goes fumbling to make/get coffee. It’s hard, what with being half as tall as the innkeep. “There’s a uh… bad luck up north. People are leaving. Thinks it’s a bad marshal. We gotta investigate.”
Lucius nods as Earleigh speaks, "Eraleigh has summed it up pretty succinctly. Marshal Cinnabar has heard tales from pioneers abandoning the village of the Downs to the North that their crops withered overnight, two headed calves were born, the wells went dry, there were unusually bad storms and some houses fell into sink holes". He pauses to let the information sink in before adding, "And amongst that the local Deputy Marshal, Evans, has failed to check in for some time leaving an ill feeling that he may have something to do with it".
"So in truth we don't really know what we might be walking in to, but chances are it won't be good", he finishes.
"Aye, poor Cinnabar, He barely laid his head on the pillow before he was back down here, grabbed some bread, his pony and said he was needed in the south."
"The road is still in good shape. It was one of old King Bazyli's projects, so its in good shape. The fork you need to take turns aside from the coast road and runs up into the foothills to the Dwarven steadings of Hargrin and Karn Daruhl. There's a little trade in black rock and tin from them which comes down. There's the occasional tale of highwaymen along the road. But rare this far south."
"None of those coming from the north said they were planning on staying. Mostly farmers, and the land nearby is already claimed or the folks are fishermen."
Lucius finishes his breakfast, pushes his plate away and leans back. "Is everyone packed and ready? We should follow Cinnabar's lead and get an early start".
Lucius finishes his breakfast, pushes his plate away and leans back. "Is everyone packed and ready? We should follow Cinnabar's lead and get an early start". He turns to Marius, "Will we make it to those Dwarven steadings in a day?"
OoC: The road which leads to the Downs continues past to the Dwarven steadings. Average travel (per handbook) is 20 miles a day over good roads, and you have 60 miles. However, you will be going through the foothills south of the mountains (but not crossing). So make it 3.5 to 4 days depending on the weather, etc.
Nadaar makes his way down the stairs, Backpack on and walking staff in hand. "Hello and good morning. Looks like we mostly gathered. Who are we missing?" He goes up to the Inn keeper and thanks them for the breakfast and takes a seat to eat his food. Hearing Lucius comment starts to eat a bit faster.
Eraleigh is gradually looking more like a thinking being as he gets coffee and breakfast in his belly. “Yeah, let’s hit the road soon. No sense wasting the day now that we’re up. We’ve got a ways to go.”
Muktak finally comes downstairs, all dressed and ready to go. He sits, eats breakfast, then waits by the door.
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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
The sun is just beginning to raise above the ocean painting the sky and ocean in azure and gold as you leave the Tipsy Abbott. The road is in excellent condition, being of hard packed gravel over a bed of sand, so that you make excellent progress. As the day wears on, the promise of the morning starts to fade as clouds roll in from the west over the Eriasian plains. In the morning you pass a few farms set back from the road, but by noon there is nothing but the ocean to your right and green grasslands to your left.
Its almost evening when you come across an abandoned wagon beside the road, one of its wheels broke and it leans drunkenly to the side.
Lucius stops a little way back from the wagon surveying the scene from under his hooded cloak, checking out the wagon from a distance but also the grasslands to the west. It looked innocent enough, but his Marshal training and his hunting instincts gave him pause.
"It seems a traveller has suffered some misfortune at one time or another", he says to the group.
Lucius stops a little way back from the wagon surveying the scene from under his hooded cloak, checking out the wagon from a distance but also the grasslands to the west. It looked innocent enough, but his Marshal training and his hunting instincts gave him pause.
"It seems a traveller has suffered some misfortune at one time or another", he says to the group.
Perception: 13
From a distance, even with partial elven vision, it is hard to get see details. But the wagon itself is weathered and has probably been here for several seasons.
Lucius stops a little way back from the wagon surveying the scene from under his hooded cloak, checking out the wagon from a distance but also the grasslands to the west. It looked innocent enough, but his Marshal training and his hunting instincts gave him pause.
"It seems a traveller has suffered some misfortune at one time or another", he says to the group.
Perception: 13
Ragnar scans the woodline, and looks for tracks around the wagon. Preception: 20
Ragnik heads over to the cart with Eraleigh to take a look at the contents of the cart. "Wouldn't consider myself much of a brainy one but I've got a good eye normally."
Ragnik clambers into the back of the cart with a huff, looking through any crates or boxes that have been left behind and discarding them out the back. Once through the boxes he checks over the benches (if any) for any hidden compartments in the bench or the flooring.
Ragnik wakes with the sunto bathe his room in the fiery glow of the sun rise, his armour laid out on the bedding, uttering his blessing (daily blessing of the forge on armour)
“Bade i smiens ild og gi meg beskyttelse”
He dons his armour and weapons preparing for travelling and heads down stairs to the main tavern floor, presenting a more imposing image than the evening before. His chain mail adorned with multiple little hammers, a light hammer hangs on his right hip and a warhammer on the right and a large shield, emblazoned with a flaming hammer, strapped to his back. “Good morning Marius and Selssa, my compliments to you and your inn. I see the captain has already moved on.” Ragnik says to the couple as he sits at the table and begins eating the prepared meal. “Is there anything we should be aware of for the road ahead?”
Lucius wakes early and performs his morning ritual of exercises, and sword forms, using the extra space in the larger 4 bed room to do it in private. Then heads downstairs for breakfast, greeting Marius, Selssa and Ragnik, "Good morning to you all".
He eats the breakfast offered, listening intently to any information Marius and Selssa share, and asks, "Do you know if there are any of the pioneers that fled from Downs still nearby by any chance? Did any settle in the local town?"
Ragnar now wears his greenish and brown hued scale mail, designed to be camouflaged in the woods. His longsword hands from his hip, his backpack on his back along with his quiver, longbow in hand. He greats the party, leaning his bow against the wall, and joins them for breakfast.
"As it seems I am catching up with you all, anything I need to be wary of, is there a threat I need to be aware of?"
Eraleigh wakes with a sleepy disposition and goes fumbling to make/get coffee. It’s hard, what with being half as tall as the innkeep.
“There’s a uh… bad luck up north. People are leaving. Thinks it’s a bad marshal. We gotta investigate.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Lucius nods as Earleigh speaks, "Eraleigh has summed it up pretty succinctly. Marshal Cinnabar has heard tales from pioneers abandoning the village of the Downs to the North that their crops withered overnight, two headed calves were born, the wells went dry, there were unusually bad storms and some houses fell into sink holes". He pauses to let the information sink in before adding, "And amongst that the local Deputy Marshal, Evans, has failed to check in for some time leaving an ill feeling that he may have something to do with it".
"So in truth we don't really know what we might be walking in to, but chances are it won't be good", he finishes.
"Aye, poor Cinnabar, He barely laid his head on the pillow before he was back down here, grabbed some bread, his pony and said he was needed in the south."
"The road is still in good shape. It was one of old King Bazyli's projects, so its in good shape. The fork you need to take turns aside from the coast road and runs up into the foothills to the Dwarven steadings of Hargrin and Karn Daruhl. There's a little trade in black rock and tin from them which comes down. There's the occasional tale of highwaymen along the road. But rare this far south."
"None of those coming from the north said they were planning on staying. Mostly farmers, and the land nearby is already claimed or the folks are fishermen."
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Lucius finishes his breakfast, pushes his plate away and leans back. "Is everyone packed and ready? We should follow Cinnabar's lead and get an early start".
OoC: The road which leads to the Downs continues past to the Dwarven steadings. Average travel (per handbook) is 20 miles a day over good roads, and you have 60 miles. However, you will be going through the foothills south of the mountains (but not crossing). So make it 3.5 to 4 days depending on the weather, etc.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Nadaar makes his way down the stairs, Backpack on and walking staff in hand. "Hello and good morning. Looks like we mostly gathered. Who are we missing?" He goes up to the Inn keeper and thanks them for the breakfast and takes a seat to eat his food. Hearing Lucius comment starts to eat a bit faster.
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Eraleigh is gradually looking more like a thinking being as he gets coffee and breakfast in his belly. “Yeah, let’s hit the road soon. No sense wasting the day now that we’re up. We’ve got a ways to go.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Muktak finally comes downstairs, all dressed and ready to go. He sits, eats breakfast, then waits by the door.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
- Litany Against Fear, Frank Herbert
The sun is just beginning to raise above the ocean painting the sky and ocean in azure and gold as you leave the Tipsy Abbott. The road is in excellent condition, being of hard packed gravel over a bed of sand, so that you make excellent progress. As the day wears on, the promise of the morning starts to fade as clouds roll in from the west over the Eriasian plains. In the morning you pass a few farms set back from the road, but by noon there is nothing but the ocean to your right and green grasslands to your left.
Its almost evening when you come across an abandoned wagon beside the road, one of its wheels broke and it leans drunkenly to the side.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Lucius stops a little way back from the wagon surveying the scene from under his hooded cloak, checking out the wagon from a distance but also the grasslands to the west. It looked innocent enough, but his Marshal training and his hunting instincts gave him pause.
"It seems a traveller has suffered some misfortune at one time or another", he says to the group.
Perception: 13
From a distance, even with partial elven vision, it is hard to get see details. But the wagon itself is weathered and has probably been here for several seasons.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Ragnar scans the woodline, and looks for tracks around the wagon. Preception: 20
Eraleigh looks left, right and then at his companions.
“I need a brainy one up here with me.”
Eraleigh moves closer to the wagon to investigate its contents, knives appearing in his hands.
(Providing a help action on an investigation check for somebody)
Paladin - warforged - orange
Lucius moves forward beyond the wagon a short way, letting the others investigate, remaining alert.
”Anything of interest back there?”, he asks over his shoulder.
Ragnik heads over to the cart with Eraleigh to take a look at the contents of the cart. "Wouldn't consider myself much of a brainy one but I've got a good eye normally."
Ragnik clambers into the back of the cart with a huff, looking through any crates or boxes that have been left behind and discarding them out the back. Once through the boxes he checks over the benches (if any) for any hidden compartments in the bench or the flooring.
(investigation:8)
Arc peeks in and does a survey (investigation 18 )
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OOC lol I have +5. It appears that we are not meant to find anything.
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