Hoard Of The Dragon Queen

You make it back to the Spirit Lory with no problems the rest of the night is uneventful.

Small blurb for the past:

Although half-distracted for a second in staring at the cauldron and mentally debating one thing or another, Nobody still nodded in agreement at several of Fargen's points, and with little more than an afterthought, his tail would snake its way up to snatch up a quill from the tiefling's pack to offer the dwarf. "Sounds good. Sh-shame we can't do more, but it's as you say Fargen. And at least that's one less evil in the world." Nobody said, if albeit with a small note of uncertainty to his voice. Yet as his mind played back to the sight of seeing another of himself, he reflexively clenched his teeth, and soon after dismissed all further attempts of his consciousness and its near constant attempts to make him question the world. But even with such renewed conviction, he'd still depart at a clipped pace from the scene to brood until the time to rest truly claimed them all. But not without at least sparing Kissa a thankful nod for taking up watch.

In the morning:

Tiefling joints pop fairly noisily as Nobody spent almost the first few minutes of awakening stretching out his limbs and nonchalantly greeting most others in the morning as they went about any morning business. But once everyone seemed ready to settle in for breakfast (hopefully prepared by Millie!) before it was ultimately time for the caravan to be on the move again, Nobody asks, "I-I take it after last night we'll keep to the status quo for now?"

Kissa woke early and made her new companions a breakfast of damper and wattleseed porridge with dried billy-goat plums and some iguanadon jerky from her kit bag.

" So do you often have eldritch abominations stealing you mobs shapes?"

Fargen wakes from a deep slumber and finds a quiet space to make his prayers to Moradin for his divine spells.  He performs his Blessing of the Forge, this day enchanting his Splint Plate.  "When dragons fly, fortify."

At breakfast, Fargen chuckles at Kissa comment "I'd hope that'd be the first and last time I have to kill myself."

Millie sets up some breakfast, fruits biscuits and salt pork for the group. But most of the morning is spent getting ready to move out. 

A female gnome on a mastiff rides up from Baulders Gate, talks to Dorrin then joins the group as a driver Dorrin tells Kissa "I've pegged you as a scout so you still work for me." he introduces the gnome as Jamna 

Fargen finds himself a courier a carrier with a notary seal, to deliver the letter and goods for a silver.

The wagon train moves out, avoiding Baulders Gate which the gates are still closed.

Thufir, riding on his new lightning blue-maned Warhorse trots along with the group, slightly further to the side of the main wagon train than normal, just to keep an eye on the front and back of everything.

Kissa moves ahead at the front of the procession keeping an eye out for danger.

Perception: 23 + Guidance 2

Before setting off, Fargen utters a prayer for Kissa, Nobody, and Thufir. "May Moradin aid you this day with strength and resolve."  (+5 HP current/max  for 8 hours)

 Not really knowing what to expect, but in sensing some force behind the dwarf's statement, Nobody bit back a word of thanks and blessing of his own just in time as to not quite embarrass himself with awkward pleasantry. "I... I don't know what to say Fargen except thank you... Y-you and Moradin, of course." He grins weakly. "Though if its all the same, I pray the rest of this day at least is not eventful."  Having said all that, he finished what few preparations remained left for him, before finding his way aboard his own, less magical riding horse as travel resumed for the caravan. Yanda happily sat on the roof of their employers wagon, content to feign keeping a lookout for dangers from up there once the group were a solid hour or more away from Baldur's Gate. 

As the Wagon Train travels the Coast way which passes thru the Fields of the Dead. Nothing much happens the first day, it soon becomes evident, that nightfall will come again.

Tired from scouting all day, Kissa does not volunteer to cook or stand watch but curls up almost immediately under the wagon.

Fargen settles into first watch.  "If we can identify any of the cult leaders in the caravan, we might be able to learn more of their plans.  Nobody, do you think your little friend could find where their wagon is located?  I might look in on them periodically."

Having half-expected some surprise detour from the supposed cultist, the party abruptly being framed for something, or even an assassination plot of some kind, Nobody had been a fair bit on edge throughout the day once on the road, to say the least! The fact that nightfall was fast approaching did little to settle the tieflings nerves. So if things had been quiet for a while, Nobody startles at the first mention of his name, and would spend the next fair bit with a hand at his chest trying to steady his heart again.

"W-what? Uh... I mean, we know where it is? A-at least I thought we did, seeing as they were, uh... p-pretty particular about us, well, you and Thufir getting too close to it. A-and wagons don't trade positions very often." He expressed. "Th-that said, uhm... if you really want him snooping about, uh... I-I think I have a trick that aughta help. Though it works better for those that are actually, uh... sneaky." He admits quietly to the party.

(OOC: As a note, if/when it comes up, Nobody will take last watch.)

Fargen responds to Nobody, "Well, knowing their location is one thing.  Knowing when to look and listen in is another matter.  I may get lucky and learn something while they break bread, but I'd rather eavesdrop a conversation with a spy or higher-ranking cultist.  I was hoping your friend could tell me when a visitor arrives to their camp.   I'm going to talk a walk so I can visual where to place the sensor."

Fargen takes a short walk to locate the cultist's wagons and invites Nobody to come along if he's willing to lend his familiar to stake out the cultists.  Fargen casts guidance on the familiar to assist with any stealth checks.  Fargen will then await any activity back at their camp, ready to cast Clairvoyance if presented the opportunity to look/listen in on suspicious interactions.

Kissa found no danger

"Hmmm.... Fair point, I-I guess. S-still, don't expect too much of him even with the trick I had in mind." Nobody is sure to warn Fargen before the dwarf made his departure. Thinking that to be the end of conversation for the moment, he started to return to his own ruminations, only to soon finds himself taken aback again at the offer to join the dwarf. But if given a bit to consider things...

(To Stormbringer: Would we know how far away the cultist's wagons are usually from our own? Or would the distance change enough to warrant needing to go looking for it. Because if it's within 100ft, Nobody will decline the offer and seek a moment to subtly turn Yanda invisible and have him join Fargen instead, while he stays by the campfire pretending to be deep thought while looking through Yanda's eyes. )

(HOWEVER, If its further than that, he'd openly decline the invite, step out of sight if at all possible, then turn both himself and yanda invisible to follow after Fargen. In which case, I'll leave their stealth checks in the spoiler below)

(I also assume all this is going on around the time the caravan has stopped and everyone is preparing dinner. But do correct me if I'm wrong.)

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Yanda stealth of 9 with guidance

The Cultist wagons are closer than usual, camping on the Fields of the dead, seems to bring all of the campsites closer, on this prairie . But the paranoid people are still more than 600ft away. 

Nobody and his familiar, invisible, sneak closer to the cultist camp. Unfortunately, Yanda gets distracted by gnats and knocks over a lantern near Nobody. A fire starts, the cultist rush with buckets full of water towards the pair, to put out the fames. A man in red robes exits a tent, 

If you went for a walk, Seeing or hearing Fargen? 

Nobody only barely bites back a curse and would try to scamper away from the flames before a stray splash of water reveals his position. 'Yanda! Away from the smoke. Hide behind another wagon if you must!' He further telepathically commanded the flying monkey, while he himself tried to do much the same, but with more focus on finding a spot away from the fire brigade but close enough to observe  the red robe man from hiding. Moreso out of reflex, but even as it dawns on him that he was still invisible,Nobody daren't make any bold moves.

(OOC: Do you need another stealth roll, or Nobody at least is good for now?)

Fargen eyes where the cultist in the red robes travels. He pulls out some rations to look preoccupied with eating, finds a discrete spot, and casts Clairvoyance to first look and next turn listen inside the man's tent.