(Don't forget as Fargen did to buy your spell components.)
The time passes quickly as the group shops, it seems they have a new vigor in their step. Amongst the hustle and bustle of the city a sudden scream! A woman stares into the sky she's pointing to the north. She slowly gasps the word "Dragon!" and as the sun is setting all can see, the silhouette of a large flying creature, heading north, northwest with a glint of green sparkling from the setting sun. This ruining the days mood, sends people running home or where ever they're from at the moment. Not long after town criers roam the streets announcing that due to the Dragon sighting. The gates will be closed tonight and there will be a off the streets by dark curfew. Those who need to leave best be gone in half hour. The groups minds turn to the task the spirit lourie driver put them too and possible starving dray animals to be fed.
Strangely enough, Nobody finds his missing spell focus in his hand, after the distraction, and all see a general feed and stuff store near by.
Thufir looks to the others after the site of the dragon and says, "We've gotten some nice things,"looking to the new magical equipment they have as he also passes 20 platinum coins over to Fargin to cover the group bag of holding, adding, "Let us quickly get the feed and things on this list and get back to the caravan. We are still trying to find out what that damned cult is doing after all."He then heads towards the feed shop and gives them the list, telling them to strap it to his horse.
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Although he might've felt the compulsion to flee like so many others, and should've rightly done so after his -last- run in with dragon that nearly annihilated his last party, Nobody stood planted on the spot while searching the sky for signs of the creature. The whole time his teeth are bared as if he'd been but moments away from snarling. All while his tail lashed at the air behind him.
Once the apparent danger had passed however, the tiefling breathed a sigh of relief, nodded in answer to Thufir, and just about started to rub his head before noting the strange feeling in hand. "Wh-what the? How did this..?" He looks about a bit frantically in search of any signs of a young'un -- familiar or not -- fleeing the area. And had he not been able to spot them, checks his person to see if anything else had gone missing before doing anything else.
Fargen moves the contents of the party's items into the bag of holding they purchased. "Aye, let's finish up. We must keep up our 'guard' a bit longer. I'll handle the other supplies and meet back with our wagon. Where where Dorrin and Millie holding up tonight? Hopefully inside the gates."
"I don't be thinking so, Fargen. By all accounts the caravan intended to stick it out at the outskirts. Or at least Dorrin and Millie were to, in anycase. T'is why they sent us off to get supplies, after all." Nobody said frankly, then gave Fargen a weak smile. "And while I certainly trust you to manage as much, something tells me that if any of us return without their supplies well in hand, our employer would not be at all too pleased. So if it's all the same to you, best we stick together, if only to expedite gathering everything on the list. Agreed?" He suggest, and if all or most were of a like mind, he'd happily guide or try to guide everyone back to the shop he suspected would have all their needs.
But along the way he cannot help but ask, "Also, I don't suppose any of you have anything to do with this finding its way back to me?" He pulls out the black iron rod etched with runes that looked more akin to lichtenberg scars.
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Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
As Nobody said, Dorrin and Millie are still waiting for you at the campgrounds, south of the city and have told you the caravan will head out in the morning.
Giving the dwarves their shopping, Duncan tells his new steed to feel free to wander about and graze ((the Find Steed is quite smart, so knows to not run away. Simple instructions like this it can follow I think.)). He then looks to the others and says, when away from anyone not in their group, "Should we try to check on the suspicious carts? Nobody, wanna send your pet to see what they're up to?"
Fargen nods to Thufir and Nobody, "Aye, let's head back to the caravan and find Dorrin and Millie. I'm sure folks are shaken outside the walls with news of the dragon."
The group makes it back to the caravan only to note a new member of Dorrins team sits at the campsite (I'll let the player describe) The Tiethling is nowhere to be seen. The smell of beef stew is in the air and Dorrin has set up a small keg for the group. Millie is already serving a bowl of hot stew to a Tabaxi.
The group makes it back to the caravan only to note a new member of Dorrins team sits at the campsite (I'll let the player describe) The Tiethling is nowhere to be seen. The smell of beef stew is in the air and Dorrin has set up a small keg for the group. Millie is already serving a bowl of hot stew to a Tabaxi.
Kissa accepted the stew from Millie with a chirrup of thanks, " Smells good, plenty good."
She looked up as the others approached and pulled her batha maruk around her shoulders, still not used to the relative coolness of the north where she now found herself.
The neatly stitched and incised mantle made of dozens of possum skins mostly covered her person but was open at the front to reveal the rather incongruous sight of elven chain of Evermeet design and a delicate crystalline rapier which contrasted with the bone and iron daggers tucked into her woven belt skirt and the carved bone tipped spear at her side.
" Hey! You mob, sit, sit. get some tucker in yer gobs. Millie heres deadly with this stew.", she said with a grin, chewing a bit of beef in her cheek.
Unfortunately for Thufir, his earlier question went without answer as the tiefling appeared to need to think deeply on the request. At least he had been until...
"Mob?" Softly parroted the sole tiefling of the new arrivals, a lanky shadow of a being with oily black skin, pitch black pupiless eyes, and who bore horns that poked out from unkempt white hair to the side of his head before curling forward like that of a bull. A long, sinuous but clearly somewhat prehensile tail danced nervously behind him, and though hard to see, glossy black scales seems to cover much of his neck and frame his face to a degree. Though a few patches here or there covers other exposed bits of skin. Stranger still but notable especially in the dying light of the sun was the stark lack of a shadow from the man. He has otherwise adorned himself in well-worn by now travel robes with simple affair of clothing beneath that and that has seen some better days if the dirty or frayed edges of both under tunic and breeches were anything to go by. At his hip he wore dagger to one side and a ruby pommeled rapier to the other.
Eventually, Nobody appears to put two and two together, and with an embarrassed chuckle, returned his attention to the forefront while catching in the approach to the campsite proper. "Uh-uhmm...I'm not certain deadly would be the most appropriate term, least, uh... l-least someone mistake it as saying as her cooking as something terrible, if not poisonous." He said with a sheepish grin. "Nonetheless, uh... Greetings, miss. The name is, uhhh... w-well, I go by Nobody." He adds, giving a polite wave with spidery fingers and brighter smile.
Some Visuals(Eyes only turn glowing white when using leveled spells):
A black-haired dwarf in glittering-green split mail steps forward. An amulet of a flaming forge hangs prominently on the dwarf's chest.
"Seems our other 'guard' is not up for dealing with this dragon or got nipped in town. Either way, we best get ready for the night. 'Dragon wings carry sorrow' we dwarves say."
Fargen nods to Kissa, "Kissa, eh? How did you come to find yourself employeed by Dorrin? There are a few unsavory folk amongst us in the caravan. Perhaps you can aid us gathering info..."
Nobody eyes went a little wide at Kissa's response. But then he gave a gratefully smile and gave a little more of a casual bow. "Other gua-..." He started to say as he came out of the bow. "Right! Lorban! I--hmm..." He furrowed his brows. "Well, I do hope he's alright at the very least." Nobody said more softly while rubbing his chin. A thought then finally occurs to him, and while the others carried on conversation with Kissa for a bit, he'd check in with Yanda to see if he noticed anything 'odd' in their absence from the camping caravan.
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Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Thufir doesn't tie his warhorse, knowing that he'll stay nearby, and grabs a seat on the ground with the others, filling a large mug from the keg set out for them. Also helping himself to a large bowl of stew, he says, "Welcome to the caravan! 'Suppose you're headed up to Waterdeep as well?"
Fargen nods to Kissa, "Kissa, eh? How did you come to find yourself employeed by Dorrin? There are a few unsavory folk amongst us in the caravan. Perhaps you can aid us gathering info..."
Thufir doesn't tie his warhorse, knowing that he'll stay nearby, and grabs a seat on the ground with the others, filling a large mug from the keg set out for them. Also helping himself to a large bowl of stew, he says, "Welcome to the caravan! 'Suppose you're headed up to Waterdeep as well?"
Kissa grinned, " Latest I was in.....Greenest, got chased out there by big fella lizard...then walking Nighthill then to here...I'm still heading North so if this Waterdeep is that way, then too right I am."
" Dorrin, said they needed driver...I know my way round hoofed stuff. Done deal."
" Got some sly folks about? I can keep an ear and eye out if'n you tell me who."
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Nobody side-eyed Fargen with a worried look, but otherwise held his tongue on a concern. Instead he'd look to Millie in eager anticipation of his serving of stew, which he greedily set into without seeming to mind any heat or spiciness to it. Eventually he'd also find a few moments in between spoonful to keep an eye out for anyone at the campgrounds looking at the party a little too closely for comfort.
Yanda reports nothing out of the ordinary The group of cultist kept to themselves. A few went into town and brought back supplies but that was it. Jimmy the nose has kept far away from the spirit lory after his encounter with Fargen. Course Jimmy went to town and just got back too, but much earlier. There was a family that passed thru the caravan they got long past the cultist group but never made it past the rout north of the campground. They just disappeared Yanda mentally says to you.
(Don't forget as Fargen did to buy your spell components.)
The time passes quickly as the group shops, it seems they have a new vigor in their step. Amongst the hustle and bustle of the city a sudden scream! A woman stares into the sky she's pointing to the north. She slowly gasps the word "Dragon!" and as the sun is setting all can see, the silhouette of a large flying creature, heading north, northwest with a glint of green sparkling from the setting sun. This ruining the days mood, sends people running home or where ever they're from at the moment. Not long after town criers roam the streets announcing that due to the Dragon sighting. The gates will be closed tonight and there will be a off the streets by dark curfew. Those who need to leave best be gone in half hour. The groups minds turn to the task the spirit lourie driver put them too and possible starving dray animals to be fed.
Strangely enough, Nobody finds his missing spell focus in his hand, after the distraction, and all see a general feed and stuff store near by.
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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
Thufir looks to the others after the site of the dragon and says, "We've gotten some nice things," looking to the new magical equipment they have as he also passes 20 platinum coins over to Fargin to cover the group bag of holding, adding, "Let us quickly get the feed and things on this list and get back to the caravan. We are still trying to find out what that damned cult is doing after all." He then heads towards the feed shop and gives them the list, telling them to strap it to his horse.
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
Although he might've felt the compulsion to flee like so many others, and should've rightly done so after his -last- run in with dragon that nearly annihilated his last party, Nobody stood planted on the spot while searching the sky for signs of the creature. The whole time his teeth are bared as if he'd been but moments away from snarling. All while his tail lashed at the air behind him.
Once the apparent danger had passed however, the tiefling breathed a sigh of relief, nodded in answer to Thufir, and just about started to rub his head before noting the strange feeling in hand. "Wh-what the? How did this..?" He looks about a bit frantically in search of any signs of a young'un -- familiar or not -- fleeing the area. And had he not been able to spot them, checks his person to see if anything else had gone missing before doing anything else.
Area Search: 9.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Fargen moves the contents of the party's items into the bag of holding they purchased. "Aye, let's finish up. We must keep up our 'guard' a bit longer. I'll handle the other supplies and meet back with our wagon. Where where Dorrin and Millie holding up tonight? Hopefully inside the gates."
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed
"I don't be thinking so, Fargen. By all accounts the caravan intended to stick it out at the outskirts. Or at least Dorrin and Millie were to, in anycase. T'is why they sent us off to get supplies, after all." Nobody said frankly, then gave Fargen a weak smile. "And while I certainly trust you to manage as much, something tells me that if any of us return without their supplies well in hand, our employer would not be at all too pleased. So if it's all the same to you, best we stick together, if only to expedite gathering everything on the list. Agreed?" He suggest, and if all or most were of a like mind, he'd happily guide or try to guide everyone back to the shop he suspected would have all their needs.
But along the way he cannot help but ask, "Also, I don't suppose any of you have anything to do with this finding its way back to me?" He pulls out the black iron rod etched with runes that looked more akin to lichtenberg scars.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
As Nobody said, Dorrin and Millie are still waiting for you at the campgrounds, south of the city and have told you the caravan will head out in the morning.
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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
Giving the dwarves their shopping, Duncan tells his new steed to feel free to wander about and graze ((the Find Steed is quite smart, so knows to not run away. Simple instructions like this it can follow I think.)). He then looks to the others and says, when away from anyone not in their group, "Should we try to check on the suspicious carts? Nobody, wanna send your pet to see what they're up to?"
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
Fargen nods to Thufir and Nobody, "Aye, let's head back to the caravan and find Dorrin and Millie. I'm sure folks are shaken outside the walls with news of the dragon."
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed
@ Lorban you still around?
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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
The group makes it back to the caravan only to note a new member of Dorrins team sits at the campsite (I'll let the player describe) The Tiethling is nowhere to be seen. The smell of beef stew is in the air and Dorrin has set up a small keg for the group. Millie is already serving a bowl of hot stew to a Tabaxi.
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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
Kissa accepted the stew from Millie with a chirrup of thanks, " Smells good, plenty good."
She looked up as the others approached and pulled her batha maruk around her shoulders, still not used to the relative coolness of the north where she now found herself.
The neatly stitched and incised mantle made of dozens of possum skins mostly covered her person but was open at the front to reveal the rather incongruous sight of elven chain of Evermeet design and a delicate crystalline rapier which contrasted with the bone and iron daggers tucked into her woven belt skirt and the carved bone tipped spear at her side.
" Hey! You mob, sit, sit. get some tucker in yer gobs. Millie heres deadly with this stew.", she said with a grin, chewing a bit of beef in her cheek.
Unfortunately for Thufir, his earlier question went without answer as the tiefling appeared to need to think deeply on the request. At least he had been until...
"Mob?" Softly parroted the sole tiefling of the new arrivals, a lanky shadow of a being with oily black skin, pitch black pupiless eyes, and who bore horns that poked out from unkempt white hair to the side of his head before curling forward like that of a bull. A long, sinuous but clearly somewhat prehensile tail danced nervously behind him, and though hard to see, glossy black scales seems to cover much of his neck and frame his face to a degree. Though a few patches here or there covers other exposed bits of skin. Stranger still but notable especially in the dying light of the sun was the stark lack of a shadow from the man. He has otherwise adorned himself in well-worn by now travel robes with simple affair of clothing beneath that and that has seen some better days if the dirty or frayed edges of both under tunic and breeches were anything to go by. At his hip he wore dagger to one side and a ruby pommeled rapier to the other.
Eventually, Nobody appears to put two and two together, and with an embarrassed chuckle, returned his attention to the forefront while catching in the approach to the campsite proper. "Uh-uhmm...I'm not certain deadly would be the most appropriate term, least, uh... l-least someone mistake it as saying as her cooking as something terrible, if not poisonous." He said with a sheepish grin. "Nonetheless, uh... Greetings, miss. The name is, uhhh... w-well, I go by Nobody." He adds, giving a polite wave with spidery fingers and brighter smile.
Some Visuals(Eyes only turn glowing white when using leveled spells):
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
" Nobody? Nice."
" Kissa. Thats me."
A black-haired dwarf in glittering-green split mail steps forward. An amulet of a flaming forge hangs prominently on the dwarf's chest.
"Seems our other 'guard' is not up for dealing with this dragon or got nipped in town. Either way, we best get ready for the night. 'Dragon wings carry sorrow' we dwarves say."
Fargen nods to Kissa, "Kissa, eh? How did you come to find yourself employeed by Dorrin? There are a few unsavory folk amongst us in the caravan. Perhaps you can aid us gathering info..."
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed
Nobody eyes went a little wide at Kissa's response. But then he gave a gratefully smile and gave a little more of a casual bow. "Other gua-..." He started to say as he came out of the bow. "Right! Lorban! I--hmm..." He furrowed his brows. "Well, I do hope he's alright at the very least." Nobody said more softly while rubbing his chin. A thought then finally occurs to him, and while the others carried on conversation with Kissa for a bit, he'd check in with Yanda to see if he noticed anything 'odd' in their absence from the camping caravan.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Thufir doesn't tie his warhorse, knowing that he'll stay nearby, and grabs a seat on the ground with the others, filling a large mug from the keg set out for them. Also helping himself to a large bowl of stew, he says, "Welcome to the caravan! 'Suppose you're headed up to Waterdeep as well?"
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
Kissa grinned, " Latest I was in.....Greenest, got chased out there by big fella lizard...then walking Nighthill then to here...I'm still heading North so if this Waterdeep is that way, then too right I am."
" Dorrin, said they needed driver...I know my way round hoofed stuff. Done deal."
" Got some sly folks about? I can keep an ear and eye out if'n you tell me who."
Nobody side-eyed Fargen with a worried look, but otherwise held his tongue on a concern. Instead he'd look to Millie in eager anticipation of his serving of stew, which he greedily set into without seeming to mind any heat or spiciness to it. Eventually he'd also find a few moments in between spoonful to keep an eye out for anyone at the campgrounds looking at the party a little too closely for comfort.
Perception: 7. (14)
(@DM: Did Yanda have anything to report about things that happened with the campgrounds while they were in the city?)
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Yanda reports nothing out of the ordinary The group of cultist kept to themselves. A few went into town and brought back supplies but that was it. Jimmy the nose has kept far away from the spirit lory after his encounter with Fargen. Course Jimmy went to town and just got back too, but much earlier. There was a family that passed thru the caravan they got long past the cultist group but never made it past the rout north of the campground. They just disappeared Yanda mentally says to 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
" So why don't you mob tell me about yerselves."
" Been in the caravan business long?"
Kissa crooked a leg up and scratched behind her ear, " Is it always this chilly here?"