Vauthok stared at the dead beasts that surrounded the party for moment before moving over to the dire wolf’s corpse and burying his great sword into it’s massive skull. “Kavaki smiles upon you. Well fought, great beast, well fought.” The barbarian praises the monster while ignoring the blood seeping through his tunic and coat.
He leaves the sword imbedded in it’s head and began shedding his coat and tunic, revealing the gruesome rip across his shoulder blades. “We fight well together..” Vauthok called out to the others and plopped unceremoniously onto the frozen sand next to the great wolf.
As the others began setting up their camp for the night the giant cut his tunic into wide strips and laid them on the ground before him. Only looking up when Roxaria approached him with food. He takes the meat with a grin and nod of appreciation. “If we had mead or wine I’d rather marinate myself with it.” Vauthok takes a large bite from the meat and grunts his approval. “Give yourself more credit, Roxaria..”
He gestured to the pile of cotton strips he had made from the tunic. “I’ve had worse..Take some for the others that need it.”
Roxaria smiles and lets a laugh escape at the Goliath’s marinade joke, “Oh Vauthok. We will have to take care of that next time we go to the Jolly Dwarf!”. She looks at the cotton strips and briefly looks at everyone else who appear all right. She picks up one of the cotton strips. “I appreciate it. I’ll use them sparingly; however, it appears you and Kha may need some wrapping up right now.”. She moves around behind Vauthok and sops up the blood with the cloth and bundles it up and presses it tightly onto the wound. She uses another strip to tie it over his shoulder and under his arm, knotting it tightly, placing pressure on the bundle to mitigate the bleeding. “That will have to do for now, given the circumstances. Thank you for the compliment, Vauthok. That means a lot.”
She moves back around to the front to face Vauthok. “Get some good sleep tonight and rest up so those wounds heal nicely. Trem and I will be taking the watches since we don’t require as much sleep as all of you.”
Roxaria moves back around behind Vauthok to adjust the bandage once more and then gingerly rests her hand on Vauthok’s massive shoulder comfortingly before turning to Kha, “Where did those wolves get you? Are you all right?”. She picks up the remaining cloth strips and sees to Kha’s wounds as well.
Eline blushes deeply, but smiles in spite of herself. "Thank you, you beautiful elf you!" With that, she enters the tent, curls up in her bedroll, and falls instantly to sleep.
Kha takes the plate of meat and wastes no time digging into it. His verdict to the meal is clear as the orc grunts his his approval through each gnash of his teeth. "I wouldn't say no to an ale here," he says to Vauthock. "Maybe next time we hit the road maybe see if we can't find us a quarter-barrel to bring along so we can toast to our victories!" He pokes the goliath in the ribs with his elbow
"Aw, now Roxy. Don't go making a fuss over a little scratch."The orc says but dosen't stop her from tending to his injury. "I must say, you're spoiling us on this little journey. Cooking... tending wounds... not to say nothing of how you can handle yourself in a fight. A fella could get used to this kind of treatment."
Roxaria smiles at Kha’s comment. “Well, taking care of each other is important. It’s something learned as a Glassblade. Unfortunately, not every Glassblade follows that.” she pauses in self-reflection for just a moment before continuing. “Anyways, Trem is taking the first watch and I will be taking the early morning watch. You should also get some quality sleep and rest those wounds.”
Roxaria unties the ribbon in her light blue hair and lets it fall down her back and shoulders. She approaches Trem, “Please get me when it’s my turn, Trem.” She retires into her tent and bundles up in her bedroll, going deep into a trance.
Trem's watch is peaceful with the soft whistling wind and the shifting dunes. It has stopped snowing and the sky is bright with stars. The fire burns low and will soon need more wood.
Vauthok pulls himself from his reclined position in his tent and immediately reaches for the twin axes laying just beside his bedroll. After dropping the weapons in the leather loops at each hip the giant pulled his coat on with a slight wince and climbed from his temporary shelter. His eyes roved the campsite silently until he catches sight of Trem and then quietly makes his way towards him.
“You fought well today..” The Goliath says lowly both as a greeting and a warning of approach so the elf didn’t try to put a dagger in his neck from surprise. He stepped to his comrade’s side and looked out over the dunes for several moments and then glances down to Trem, “You have earned a break. You and Roxaria both.. Sooo Vauthok will take watch.” Roxaria would probably protest the giant stealing a shift she had already claimed but, well… Vauthok was huge and wanted to stand vanguard for a bit so he would. Couldn’t blame him for not being able to sleep.
"I guess we do,"Kha replies, with a smile of his own. He finishes the last bit of his meal and stand. "And thanks again," he offers before wandering over to an empty spot to pitch his tent. It takes the orc a good while to get the tent standing properly, but he finally manages. He gives Trem a nod and ducks inside the tent.
After getting out of his armor, the cleric offers some quick prayers to Kord before crawling into his bedroll.
When Trem's watch is over, he wakes up Roxaria. Now is as good a time as any, he thinks.
Remember how I said that we could end this peacefully? Well, Tulgi gave me a letter for her sister. It probably contains her last words and it was private, so it didn't seem like something I should share. But now I think... I just didn't want to surprise you when I suddenly produce this letter.
Eline lies asleep and warm in her bedroll, the warmth of the tent and everything else giving her comfort. Her breathing is even and soft, and her dreams begin as light and airy as the warmth around her.
And then it happens again. The nightmare begins.
Racing down a cold, dark hallway, she can hear footsteps ominously close behind gaining on her. It always seems in these dreams that her running is slowed way down, as if she's slogging through tar. She barely makes it through the doorway at the end of the hall, only to trip and fall down a flight of stairs. Landing finally on her back, she looks up the stairs, and sees...him. A wicked grin etched upon his face, and wielding a nasty looking dagger, he begins to descend the stairs, slowly, surely, like a predator in no rush to kill its prey.
Eline scrambles to get up in the nightmare, but fails, and soon, he's standing right over her. Leaning down, he presses the biting blade to her neck, and slices, bleeding her out.
Eline jolts awake in her bedroll, gripping the blanket with all of her might, and breathing heavily. Tears come unbidden to her eyes, and she wishes she was never alive...
When Trem's watch is over, he wakes up Roxaria. Now is as good a time as any, he thinks.
Remember how I said that we could end this peacefully? Well, Tulgi gave me a letter for her sister. It probably contains her last words and it was private, so it didn't seem like something I should share. But now I think... I just didn't want to surprise you when I suddenly produce this letter.
This is all in Elvish of course.
Roxaria listens to Trem without judgement. She responds in Elvish, “Thank you for not surprising me. I trust your judgement on this and I think maybe you should converse with Hulil if she will do so peacefully. I am a concerned though after dispatching her minions at Pelcs. How do you think she will react when she learns it was us who killed those bandits she employed?”
She pulls her hair back into a neat ponytail and ties it with the ribbon. She begins donning her armor, listening to Trem’s response before she heads out for her watch.
As Trem comes into the tent, he sees Eline awake and sitting up in her bedroll. Her hands are trembling, her knuckles whitened as she desperately grips the blanket. She tries to look away, the unbidden tears flowing down her face, and tries to keep her voice as steady as she can.
"Trem...I...I had a horrible dream... about him. D-don't mind me. Just trying to forget it..."
Roxaria steps out of her tent and inhales the fresh, wintry air that feels like it crystalizes her lungs with each breath. She spots Vauthok and joins him near the fire after gathering more shrubbery and wood to keep it burning and warm.
”Copper for your thoughts?” As she takes a seat opposite him of the fire to face and converse while also watching behind him.
Vauthok glanced up at Roxaria as she took her seat across from him, “Sleep doesn’t come easily for me these days..” The giant’s voice was low as not to wake the others. “Hour or two and I’m back in the world of the living. Figured I’d let you rest since I was already awake.” No nightmares or anything like that. Vauthok simply found it impossible to sleep soundly ever since departing from his home among the mountain peaks.
The barbarian plucked his water skin from the ground beside him and took a long gulp, holding it out to Roxaria after he had finished. “I spent several ten-days climbing these dunes before meeting you and the others in Palebank.” Vauthok grins slightly at the memory and poked at the fire with a thin stick. “Spent enough time out here to know that there are much, much worse things than a pack of wolves roaming around.” The embers that glowed brightly as they floated up from the flames were a sharp contrast compared to Vauthok’s icy blue eyes that stare through them at his elven companion. “It’s the first time in what feels like forever that I travel with a group that can surely handle what’s ahead. Kavaki must be pleased with my path.”
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Snow begins to fall as Roxaria takes her watch. She does not notice when 3 pure white arctic foxes sneak into the tents an hour into her watch and steal food rations from Reginald, Kha, and Trem.
Trem can roll perception as he is in a trance.
Fox Stealth
18
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Vauthok stared at the dead beasts that surrounded the party for moment before moving over to the dire wolf’s corpse and burying his great sword into it’s massive skull. “Kavaki smiles upon you. Well fought, great beast, well fought.” The barbarian praises the monster while ignoring the blood seeping through his tunic and coat.
He leaves the sword imbedded in it’s head and began shedding his coat and tunic, revealing the gruesome rip across his shoulder blades. “We fight well together..” Vauthok called out to the others and plopped unceremoniously onto the frozen sand next to the great wolf.
As the others began setting up their camp for the night the giant cut his tunic into wide strips and laid them on the ground before him. Only looking up when Roxaria approached him with food. He takes the meat with a grin and nod of appreciation. “If we had mead or wine I’d rather marinate myself with it.” Vauthok takes a large bite from the meat and grunts his approval. “Give yourself more credit, Roxaria..”
He gestured to the pile of cotton strips he had made from the tunic. “I’ve had worse..Take some for the others that need it.”
Trem's Perception roll in case I'm not around tonight: 10
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Roxaria smiles and lets a laugh escape at the Goliath’s marinade joke, “Oh Vauthok. We will have to take care of that next time we go to the Jolly Dwarf!”. She looks at the cotton strips and briefly looks at everyone else who appear all right. She picks up one of the cotton strips. “I appreciate it. I’ll use them sparingly; however, it appears you and Kha may need some wrapping up right now.”. She moves around behind Vauthok and sops up the blood with the cloth and bundles it up and presses it tightly onto the wound. She uses another strip to tie it over his shoulder and under his arm, knotting it tightly, placing pressure on the bundle to mitigate the bleeding. “That will have to do for now, given the circumstances. Thank you for the compliment, Vauthok. That means a lot.”
She moves back around to the front to face Vauthok. “Get some good sleep tonight and rest up so those wounds heal nicely. Trem and I will be taking the watches since we don’t require as much sleep as all of you.”
Roxaria moves back around behind Vauthok to adjust the bandage once more and then gingerly rests her hand on Vauthok’s massive shoulder comfortingly before turning to Kha, “Where did those wolves get you? Are you all right?”. She picks up the remaining cloth strips and sees to Kha’s wounds as well.
Trem sets up his tent for Eline and kisses her on her forehead.
Sleep well, my beautiful Human!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
(D'aaaaaaaawwwww!)
Eline blushes deeply, but smiles in spite of herself. "Thank you, you beautiful elf you!" With that, she enters the tent, curls up in her bedroll, and falls instantly to sleep.
Kha takes the plate of meat and wastes no time digging into it. His verdict to the meal is clear as the orc grunts his his approval through each gnash of his teeth. "I wouldn't say no to an ale here," he says to Vauthock. "Maybe next time we hit the road maybe see if we can't find us a quarter-barrel to bring along so we can toast to our victories!" He pokes the goliath in the ribs with his elbow
"Aw, now Roxy. Don't go making a fuss over a little scratch." The orc says but dosen't stop her from tending to his injury. "I must say, you're spoiling us on this little journey. Cooking... tending wounds... not to say nothing of how you can handle yourself in a fight. A fella could get used to this kind of treatment."
Roxaria smiles at Kha’s comment. “Well, taking care of each other is important. It’s something learned as a Glassblade. Unfortunately, not every Glassblade follows that.” she pauses in self-reflection for just a moment before continuing. “Anyways, Trem is taking the first watch and I will be taking the early morning watch. You should also get some quality sleep and rest those wounds.”
Roxaria unties the ribbon in her light blue hair and lets it fall down her back and shoulders. She approaches Trem, “Please get me when it’s my turn, Trem.” She retires into her tent and bundles up in her bedroll, going deep into a trance.
Reginald snores gently in the background... (Got to get that energy back :)
Cats go Moo!
Trem's watch is peaceful with the soft whistling wind and the shifting dunes. It has stopped snowing and the sky is bright with stars. The fire burns low and will soon need more wood.
Vauthok pulls himself from his reclined position in his tent and immediately reaches for the twin axes laying just beside his bedroll. After dropping the weapons in the leather loops at each hip the giant pulled his coat on with a slight wince and climbed from his temporary shelter. His eyes roved the campsite silently until he catches sight of Trem and then quietly makes his way towards him.
“You fought well today..” The Goliath says lowly both as a greeting and a warning of approach so the elf didn’t try to put a dagger in his neck from surprise. He stepped to his comrade’s side and looked out over the dunes for several moments and then glances down to Trem, “You have earned a break. You and Roxaria both.. Sooo Vauthok will take watch.” Roxaria would probably protest the giant stealing a shift she had already claimed but, well… Vauthok was huge and wanted to stand vanguard for a bit so he would. Couldn’t blame him for not being able to sleep.
((Activate stubborn giant skill lmao))
"I guess we do," Kha replies, with a smile of his own. He finishes the last bit of his meal and stand. "And thanks again," he offers before wandering over to an empty spot to pitch his tent. It takes the orc a good while to get the tent standing properly, but he finally manages. He gives Trem a nod and ducks inside the tent.
After getting out of his armor, the cleric offers some quick prayers to Kord before crawling into his bedroll.
When Trem's watch is over, he wakes up Roxaria. Now is as good a time as any, he thinks.
Remember how I said that we could end this peacefully? Well, Tulgi gave me a letter for her sister. It probably contains her last words and it was private, so it didn't seem like something I should share. But now I think... I just didn't want to surprise you when I suddenly produce this letter.
This is all in Elvish of course.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Eline lies asleep and warm in her bedroll, the warmth of the tent and everything else giving her comfort. Her breathing is even and soft, and her dreams begin as light and airy as the warmth around her.
And then it happens again. The nightmare begins.
Racing down a cold, dark hallway, she can hear footsteps ominously close behind gaining on her. It always seems in these dreams that her running is slowed way down, as if she's slogging through tar. She barely makes it through the doorway at the end of the hall, only to trip and fall down a flight of stairs. Landing finally on her back, she looks up the stairs, and sees...him. A wicked grin etched upon his face, and wielding a nasty looking dagger, he begins to descend the stairs, slowly, surely, like a predator in no rush to kill its prey.
Eline scrambles to get up in the nightmare, but fails, and soon, he's standing right over her. Leaning down, he presses the biting blade to her neck, and slices, bleeding her out.
Eline jolts awake in her bedroll, gripping the blanket with all of her might, and breathing heavily. Tears come unbidden to her eyes, and she wishes she was never alive...
Roxaria listens to Trem without judgement. She responds in Elvish, “Thank you for not surprising me. I trust your judgement on this and I think maybe you should converse with Hulil if she will do so peacefully. I am a concerned though after dispatching her minions at Pelcs. How do you think she will react when she learns it was us who killed those bandits she employed?”
She pulls her hair back into a neat ponytail and ties it with the ribbon. She begins donning her armor, listening to Trem’s response before she heads out for her watch.
”How was it? Your watch?”
Let's not tell her that then. Or just not bring it up unless she asks.
Things were actually pretty peaceful. No one is crazy enough to come here in the middle of the night it seems. Have a good watch!
Trem goes to his tent and tries not to wake up Eline... (if she's not awake already)
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
As Trem comes into the tent, he sees Eline awake and sitting up in her bedroll. Her hands are trembling, her knuckles whitened as she desperately grips the blanket. She tries to look away, the unbidden tears flowing down her face, and tries to keep her voice as steady as she can.
"Trem...I...I had a horrible dream... about him. D-don't mind me. Just trying to forget it..."
I'm sorry, did I wake you? ... oh... ooooow... don't worry, he can't hurt you here... I wouldn't allow it if he could!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Roxaria steps out of her tent and inhales the fresh, wintry air that feels like it crystalizes her lungs with each breath. She spots Vauthok and joins him near the fire after gathering more shrubbery and wood to keep it burning and warm.
”Copper for your thoughts?” As she takes a seat opposite him of the fire to face and converse while also watching behind him.
((OOC Perception check in game log: 8))
Vauthok glanced up at Roxaria as she took her seat across from him, “Sleep doesn’t come easily for me these days..” The giant’s voice was low as not to wake the others. “Hour or two and I’m back in the world of the living. Figured I’d let you rest since I was already awake.” No nightmares or anything like that. Vauthok simply found it impossible to sleep soundly ever since departing from his home among the mountain peaks.
The barbarian plucked his water skin from the ground beside him and took a long gulp, holding it out to Roxaria after he had finished. “I spent several ten-days climbing these dunes before meeting you and the others in Palebank.” Vauthok grins slightly at the memory and poked at the fire with a thin stick. “Spent enough time out here to know that there are much, much worse things than a pack of wolves roaming around.” The embers that glowed brightly as they floated up from the flames were a sharp contrast compared to Vauthok’s icy blue eyes that stare through them at his elven companion. “It’s the first time in what feels like forever that I travel with a group that can surely handle what’s ahead. Kavaki must be pleased with my path.”
Snow begins to fall as Roxaria takes her watch. She does not notice when 3 pure white arctic foxes sneak into the tents an hour into her watch and steal food rations from Reginald, Kha, and Trem.
Trem can roll perception as he is in a trance.
Fox Stealth
18