In the early hours of the morning the party hears several thuds outside the tent and then a bird cry. Outside stands the 3 griffons that were helped last night. They sit and the biggest of the griffons motions to its back with its beak. As if suggesting that the griffons are willing to let them ride them
Roxaria hears the griffons landing their heavy weight on the frozen earth, packing the snow with the crunch of their weight. She approaches one of the griffons and climbs up onto the back of the one motioning.
"Well, would you look at that,"Kha says as the griffons return on his last watch. "Looks like we got ourselves a ride," he calls the others in excitement. The orc returns to the tent to gather his belongings and help pack things away for the trip. "Gonna have to double up."
Kha approaches one of the beasts. "I hope you know where this Salsvault this... Maybe seen some ice critters wandering around somewhere?"he asks not really expecting the griffon to understand.
The griffons launch themselves into the air. The party is battered by strong winds and a flurry of snow. Once in the air the largest looks to the party as if asking for which way they want to go.
The Griffons descend quickly and and lets the party off of their backs. Then they fly off once more into the skies.
Through wind-whipped snow and biting cold, you notice a half-submerged, dark-blue stone building poking up through the ice. A gray stone door is carved to look like a face with a half-exposed skull. Scribed above the door is the word “SALSVAULT.”
Roxaria hops off the griffon and pats the feathers before looking about the snowy landscape. She looks at the skull-like entrance. “Salsvault.” She says, matter of factly. She cautiously approaches the door. “This isn’t at all creepy.”
"Hmmm... SAL'S VAULT... I wonder if Vault means underground storage or one of its other meanings... Crypt or Tomb.", says Reginald as he thinks outloud.
The young gnome pulls out his Wizardly Quillmakes a mark on the outer wall to test it.
In the early hours of the morning the party hears several thuds outside the tent and then a bird cry. Outside stands the 3 griffons that were helped last night. They sit and the biggest of the griffons motions to its back with its beak. As if suggesting that the griffons are willing to let them ride them
Roxaria hears the griffons landing their heavy weight on the frozen earth, packing the snow with the crunch of their weight. She approaches one of the griffons and climbs up onto the back of the one motioning.
”Hey girl. I appreciate what you’re doing!”
The griffons patiently waits for the party to hop on
Trem helps Eline get on. Let's hope it's not to cold up there!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
"Well, would you look at that," Kha says as the griffons return on his last watch. "Looks like we got ourselves a ride," he calls the others in excitement. The orc returns to the tent to gather his belongings and help pack things away for the trip. "Gonna have to double up."
Kha approaches one of the beasts. "I hope you know where this Salsvault this... Maybe seen some ice critters wandering around somewhere?" he asks not really expecting the griffon to understand.
The griffons launch themselves into the air. The party is battered by strong winds and a flurry of snow. Once in the air the largest looks to the party as if asking for which way they want to go.
Trem tries to say something, but the cold and snow prevent him from opening his mouth. He looks at Kha, kinda like the Griffons do.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
(Nudge. Waiting for posts)
Kha points to the northwest.
The party travels for the next 3 days with the griffons.
Everyone please roll perception.
Trem rolled a 14 in the game log.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
(18 perception w/ guidance; 17 w/o)
Below you Kha you see a half submerged ruins of some kind and what looks like an entrance.
Perception (+4) : 5
Cats go Moo!
Reginald also sees the half sunken ruins below you.
Kha pats his griffon mount on the side of the neck then pointing below. "Looks like some ruins below. Let's check 'em out."
The Griffons descend quickly and and lets the party off of their backs. Then they fly off once more into the skies.
Through wind-whipped snow and biting cold, you notice a half-submerged, dark-blue stone building poking up through the ice. A gray stone door is carved to look like a face with a half-exposed skull. Scribed above the door is the word “SALSVAULT.”
Roxaria hops off the griffon and pats the feathers before looking about the snowy landscape. She looks at the skull-like entrance. “Salsvault.” She says, matter of factly. She cautiously approaches the door. “This isn’t at all creepy.”
"Hmmm... SAL'S VAULT... I wonder if Vault means underground storage or one of its other meanings... Crypt or Tomb.", says Reginald as he thinks outloud.
The young gnome pulls out his Wizardly Quill makes a mark on the outer wall to test it.
Cats go Moo!
A mark stays on the wall in the your preferred color.