"My friend Avela is an explorer. She loves looking for lost ruins or new vistas. Sometimes she gets so focused that she forgets about her supplies. That's when she sends Makfert her messenger bird. Then I rustle up supplies from Uthodurn and make my way to her, along with selling my wares to travelers and settlements like Palebank village." He then packs up his wares and readies himself for travel."Are we leaving or taking a short rest?"
”If you’re okay and not in a terrible hurry, I think if we rested for about an hour so that our friend, Kha can heal up a little, it would be greatly appreciated. You’ve travelled this route before, then? If we rested up for a moment do you think we’ll make it to Palebank before dark?”
”I’m certainly okay for pushing on. I’m no worse for wear. I am concerned for Kha. I think maybe Kha should make his own determination if he would like to rest up a little bit or press and make camp.”
Roxaria moves closer to Trem and leans in, whispering,
”How is it? I agree with you, we need to get back to Palebank. Time is a luxury we…you… don’t have right now.”
Roxaria pulls away after a brief moment and visits WIlloughby again, “I’m curious, Willoughby. Have you or Avela experienced or encountered a disease that some are calling ‘frozen sickness’? Has she found any interesting lost ruins? If so, what has she found and where?”
Willoughby scratches his head. "Now I can't speak for Avela, but I have never heard of a frozen sickness. She is searching for a unique Frost Worm etched in mystical runes. I dangerous task to be sure. She firmly believes the Frost Worm will lead her to the lost fortress of Omshur somewhere far southwest, near the Western shores. I don't know if it truly exist, so I am not sure if its out there somewhere" He gestures to the Crystal Sands Tundra.
"Glad to be upright as well." Kha replies to Roxaria with a sheepish grin and a reassuring pat on her shoulder. "Kord's got better plans for me it seems... I think a little more rest would be appreciated before moving out." He adds as he begins to leisurely pace about the area, sipping from his waterskin.
Eline makes her way over to a nearby stone where she seats herself, and focuses on her drawing for a time. With her mage hands scribbling away, she pulls out another small book, and in her own handwriting, scrawls out several notes in an entry. She strives to keep her writings and musings to herself as she allows her message hands to draw away.
Willoughby scratches his head. "Now I can't speak for Avela, but I have never heard of a frozen sickness. She is searching for a unique Frost Worm etched in mystical runes. I dangerous task to be sure. She firmly believes the Frost Worm will lead her to the lost fortress of Omshur somewhere far southwest, near the Western shores. I don't know if it truly exist, so I am not sure if its out there somewhere" He gestures to the Crystal Sands Tundra.
”This Avela sounds intriguing as does her search. A Frost Worm, you say? She sounds like maybe she’s done some research of her own. I wonder if we might be able to find her and either help her out or get some answers to questions we have. Perhaps after we resupply ourselves in Palebank. I do appreciate the information, Willoughby.”
Roxaria takes a quick look around. “Kha, Trem, Eline, Vauthok, Reginald? Are you all ready and rested up? If so, we should take advantage of what light we have to advance ourselves towards Palebank before we need to set up camp for the evening.”
Roxaria gathers any belongings she sat down during the rest and begins leading the party back to Palebank. She keeps her eyes open for any more raiders as well as a suitable place to camp for the evening when it gets later.
Eline flips her diary closed, and stands, plucking her sketchbook from the mage hand, and showing both away. Slipping off of the boulder she'd been seated on, she walks up to the others.
Taking stock of all of her things, Eline follows Roxaria and the others back to Palebank Village.
After some time, she turns to Roxi as they travel. "So...I know I've regaled you of my family woes. What about you? What was your family like?"
After some time, she turns to Roxi as they travel. "So...I know I've regaled you of my family woes. What about you? What was your family like?"
"Not to pry or anything..."
”My mother and father were wonderful. My father ran an inn and tavern in Uthadorn. My mother and I helped. That’s where I learned how to cook, really. No siblings, odd, I know. I’m an only child. I only recently became a Glassblade. I was just tired of the old humdrum life and needed to get away from that. I needed something more, so I joined the Glassblades in search of a little adventure. Here I am.”
Roxaria pauses uncomfortably long and looks to Eline. ”I was forced here to Palebank. No, that’s the wrong way to say it. I was hidden away here by my last Sergeant and the leadership in Uthadorn.”
The party travels several more hours and it was uneventful.
It is night. The party can push on and reach Palebank village in a few hours or rest for the night.
Roxaria looks for a suitable place to pitch camp for the evening. She begins to gather any wood and branches to start a fire. “I’ll take the first watch.” She states as she stokes a fire. Once the campfire gets going she helps pitch tents where needed and pitches her own as well.
Eline notes Roxi's discomfort, and nods in affirmation. She knew all about being hidden away. Master MacKenzie had seen to that. "Well, I won't deny that I'm a little envious of your family life. Seems a good few folks I've known or been around have had that." She pauses herself, thinking through her words carefully. "Whatever reason you were sent here," she muses, "I think some good will come of it."
Present:
Eline helps in whatever ways she can, gathering brush for kindling, and assisting with pitching tents where she could.
Every so often, she casts glances Trem's way, trying to determine how he was doing. Of course, she couldn't read minds, so she decides to approach the elven rogue, maybe get to know him a little more, find out more about him.
Certainly, she was intrigued by his roguish nature, and self-confident personality. Butterflies would flutter in her stomach when she thought of him, and she was hard-pressed to ignore her initial feelings toward the elf. She knew, as well as any, that he would obviously outlive her, and should anything bud from their feelings for one another, she and he would be separated forever after she lived out her days. Nevertheless, she deemed the whole thing worth it!
She approaches Trem, and taps his shoulder. "Hey Trem! How you feeling? Care for a short nightly stroll near camp? It's a nice night!"
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"My friend Avela is an explorer. She loves looking for lost ruins or new vistas. Sometimes she gets so focused that she forgets about her supplies. That's when she sends Makfert her messenger bird. Then I rustle up supplies from Uthodurn and make my way to her, along with selling my wares to travelers and settlements like Palebank village." He then packs up his wares and readies himself for travel. "Are we leaving or taking a short rest?"
”If you’re okay and not in a terrible hurry, I think if we rested for about an hour so that our friend, Kha can heal up a little, it would be greatly appreciated. You’ve travelled this route before, then? If we rested up for a moment do you think we’ll make it to Palebank before dark?”
""I am afraid we won't make it to Palebank village before dark." replies Willoughby
(its currently early afternoon)
Maybe we should push on for a few hours and make camp when it gets dark?
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
”I’m certainly okay for pushing on. I’m no worse for wear. I am concerned for Kha. I think maybe Kha should make his own determination if he would like to rest up a little bit or press and make camp.”
Roxaria moves closer to Trem and leans in, whispering,
”How is it? I agree with you, we need to get back to Palebank. Time is a luxury we…you… don’t have right now.”
Roxaria pulls away after a brief moment and visits WIlloughby again, “I’m curious, Willoughby. Have you or Avela experienced or encountered a disease that some are calling ‘frozen sickness’? Has she found any interesting lost ruins? If so, what has she found and where?”
Willoughby scratches his head. "Now I can't speak for Avela, but I have never heard of a frozen sickness. She is searching for a unique Frost Worm etched in mystical runes. I dangerous task to be sure. She firmly believes the Frost Worm will lead her to the lost fortress of Omshur somewhere far southwest, near the Western shores. I don't know if it truly exist, so I am not sure if its out there somewhere" He gestures to the Crystal Sands Tundra.
"Glad to be upright as well." Kha replies to Roxaria with a sheepish grin and a reassuring pat on her shoulder. "Kord's got better plans for me it seems... I think a little more rest would be appreciated before moving out." He adds as he begins to leisurely pace about the area, sipping from his waterskin.
Everyone take a Short Rest
Eline makes her way over to a nearby stone where she seats herself, and focuses on her drawing for a time. With her mage hands scribbling away, she pulls out another small book, and in her own handwriting, scrawls out several notes in an entry. She strives to keep her writings and musings to herself as she allows her message hands to draw away.
”This Avela sounds intriguing as does her search. A Frost Worm, you say? She sounds like maybe she’s done some research of her own. I wonder if we might be able to find her and either help her out or get some answers to questions we have. Perhaps after we resupply ourselves in Palebank. I do appreciate the information, Willoughby.”
Roxaria takes a quick look around. “Kha, Trem, Eline, Vauthok, Reginald? Are you all ready and rested up? If so, we should take advantage of what light we have to advance ourselves towards Palebank before we need to set up camp for the evening.”
Yeah, I'm ready. I don't really needed a rest. Let's go!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
"Ready!" adds Reginald.
Cats go Moo!
Roxaria gathers any belongings she sat down during the rest and begins leading the party back to Palebank. She keeps her eyes open for any more raiders as well as a suitable place to camp for the evening when it gets later.
Perception: 16 (game log)
Survival: 15 (game log)
Eline flips her diary closed, and stands, plucking her sketchbook from the mage hand, and showing both away. Slipping off of the boulder she'd been seated on, she walks up to the others.
Taking stock of all of her things, Eline follows Roxaria and the others back to Palebank Village.
After some time, she turns to Roxi as they travel. "So...I know I've regaled you of my family woes. What about you? What was your family like?"
"Not to pry or anything..."
The party travels several more hours and it was uneventful.
It is night. The party can push on and reach Palebank village in a few hours or rest for the night.
”My mother and father were wonderful. My father ran an inn and tavern in Uthadorn. My mother and I helped. That’s where I learned how to cook, really. No siblings, odd, I know. I’m an only child. I only recently became a Glassblade. I was just tired of the old humdrum life and needed to get away from that. I needed something more, so I joined the Glassblades in search of a little adventure. Here I am.”
Roxaria pauses uncomfortably long and looks to Eline. ”I was forced here to Palebank. No, that’s the wrong way to say it. I was hidden away here by my last Sergeant and the leadership in Uthadorn.”
Roxaria looks for a suitable place to pitch camp for the evening. She begins to gather any wood and branches to start a fire. “I’ll take the first watch.” She states as she stokes a fire. Once the campfire gets going she helps pitch tents where needed and pitches her own as well.
perception for first watch: 17 (game log)
Reginald's Passive Perception, last watch : 14 Active roll ( +4) : 14
Cats go Moo!
Forgot Jonax'us... Passive Perception 13, Active Roll (+3) : 22
Cats go Moo!
Earlier:
Eline notes Roxi's discomfort, and nods in affirmation. She knew all about being hidden away. Master MacKenzie had seen to that. "Well, I won't deny that I'm a little envious of your family life. Seems a good few folks I've known or been around have had that." She pauses herself, thinking through her words carefully. "Whatever reason you were sent here," she muses, "I think some good will come of it."
Present:
Eline helps in whatever ways she can, gathering brush for kindling, and assisting with pitching tents where she could.
Every so often, she casts glances Trem's way, trying to determine how he was doing. Of course, she couldn't read minds, so she decides to approach the elven rogue, maybe get to know him a little more, find out more about him.
Certainly, she was intrigued by his roguish nature, and self-confident personality. Butterflies would flutter in her stomach when she thought of him, and she was hard-pressed to ignore her initial feelings toward the elf. She knew, as well as any, that he would obviously outlive her, and should anything bud from their feelings for one another, she and he would be separated forever after she lived out her days. Nevertheless, she deemed the whole thing worth it!
She approaches Trem, and taps his shoulder. "Hey Trem! How you feeling? Care for a short nightly stroll near camp? It's a nice night!"