Tor listens patiently to Oloven's explanation. He spends a great deal of it scowling. Once Oloven is finished Tor notes "That's a lot to take in. Unfortunately I'm pretty sure the next town is Phandalin. So unless my raven is returned very soon, we'll have to wait a few days before sending a message.
I have some... experience with genies,"he looks around the group, daring with his eyes for anyone to ask the obvious question. "But not the whole bottle prison side of it, and arcane runes definitely aren't my thing."
"Because," Oloven answers her, "if you got back to Waterdeep and started tellin' the story of how your caravan got blown up by a genie on the road, folk'll start askin' questions. It's a rather unlikely occurrence after all. The kinda story that garners attention. Even if you didn't tell the story, the risk that you MIGHT tell the story would be enough that whoever did this might want you out of the way.
You may not be as nameless as you think, Nikita. Powerful folk like this have spies. People keepin' track of their business, making sure their plans don't go awry and get 'em into trouble. A person who would do this, be willin' to go to such draconian lengths to destroy an enemy... Well, I wouldn't be surprised if he had someone waitin' in Neverwinter already with orders to kill the vintners who deliver the Calimshani bottle once the job is done, just to make sure there's nobody alive who could trace it back to him. I've seen that type'a thing happen before. Folk who play these kinds'a games play pretty ruthless, ESPECIALLY when it comes to the 'nameless' folk such as yourself. They'd call it collateral damage and wouldn't lose a wink'a sleep over it.
I know it's a hard thing to hear and I'm sorry, but you deserve to know the truth of it all."
After he tells Nikita all this, he turns to Tor and says"A few days might make no difference at all, or it might make a lot. There's no way to know. It's possible this assassin has opened up multiple avenues of attack, and this is just the one we happened to stumble upon. We can wait until Phandalin, or wait for your bird. Or, we could send one of us back to Neverwinter. We're not so far from the city yet that one of us couldn't make it back in a day if they rode hard. It'd need to be a real strong rider though, on a good horse. And it'd reduce the strength of our party by a pretty considerable margin. These roads are still dangerous."
Sigi listens in concerned silence. When the tale is done:
”I have a spell that will allow me to communicate with the priests of Chauntea back in Neverwinter. I don’t have it prepared but I can pray for it tonight and send some messages in the morning. I’m limited in how much information I can share, so the full telling may need to wait until we can put pen to paper and send a proper missive back up the road.”
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Oloven's eyebrows raise and a wide grin spreads across his face. "That a fact? Brother Sigi, blessins of Helm AND Chauntea upon you, your clever magic is savin' the day a THIRD time! That solves the problem of how we're gettin' the word to Neverember! We can spend the evening comin' up with the most efficient message and send it to your brothers and sisters first thing tomorrow mornin'."
Ace walks out of the forest, looking pretty depressed. He has no trace of his signature cockiness. "I heard what you said, and if my horse is fit enough, I could make it back to Neverwinter by mid-day. I also have some connections there that could help me find whoever this assassin is. I'll meet back up with you once I get everything settled." He seems to be saying this quite seriously, and quite humbly as well, which is a change for Ace.
Oloven stands, giving Ace an appraising look. After a long moment of silence, he says "I think that won't be necessary, Ace. Brother Sigi here has a spell that'll reach Lord Nevember quicker'n horses. But I appreciate yer bein' a team player. And if we keep runnin' into interplanar monsters every other day as we have been so far, we'd rather have ya here with us on the road to Leilon. Come on, sit. Tyrel made supper. I'll fix ya up a bowl."
Ace looks rather queasy about the idea of sitting down with the rest of the group. He turns to his horse, whistling for Victor to come to the fire, and then proceeds to sit down, taking a bowl of soup, staying quite.
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Insight: 4
The change in Ace's demeanor is obvious, but Tor fails to see anything in the interactions between him and Oloven which would hint at what passed between them.
Instead, now that Ace is returned and seeming more contrite, he says "Sounds like we have a plan then. Mr Braun will contact his colleagues in the morning, and we'll continue on to Phandalin, then Leilon. Finally.
Now, you, Captain Tactics. I said that we would spar at the next waypoint, and here we are. You up for it?"
There is nothing in Tor's voice to suggest that this is a challenge of some sort. It's just something to do to kill time.
(So i actually missed that Tyrel has the sending spell so ill just work it in the next message. DM if its okay ill say that Tyrel was too busy with that to do a watch this evening.)
Tyrel took the compliment about starting the fire with a warm smile, as if a dog had just been told he was a good boy. Now feeling bad about the fact he could not help with sending the message that was requested of him. Tyrel took a moment to himself, focussing on the energy inside of his body. attempting to shape it in such a manner that he would be capable of sending a message over a long distance. A soft glow coming from his hands and edges of his eyes as he finished gathering the energy. "I believe i could send a message, it would have to be 25 words or less. i dont think i can do much more than that with a single cast."
He spoke in a clear tone, the energy quickly dissapating from his hands and eyes. as if he had just unlocked some hidden potential. "What would you like me to send?"
Tor will sit quietly. If anyone looks to him to decide on the message, he will say "I don't have much of a way with words, and this is too big for me to fit into twenty five of them.
A thought though. If Mr Braun sends a message tomorrow, his colleagues will know who he is, and their word will be respected. If Mr Smithson sends a message now, it'll be the voice of a stranger. Whoever you send it to may not trust you, or believe you, a voice in their head."
He holds up his hands in a conciliatory fashion. "But I don't know. Maybe it would just be better to get the message through quickly, whoever sends it. Maybe both should send. Two sources will reinforce the message."
"Why not just say: This is Tyrel. Genie attempted assassination on Lord Nevember. Attempt Failed. Assassinator sends pretend gifts. This one was Calimshani wine from Nevember's friend. Wine Lost."
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Sigi excuses himself and goes off to the other side of the waypoint to pray for his spells. He will take one of the later watches. Perception 19
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"High Road Genie possible assassination attempt on Lord Neverember. Test incoming supplies for traces of magic. Suspects Bartameus, Durham, Tellnin, Cassalanter. Wide Eyes of Vigilance."
Oloven raddles it off rather quickly, as if he's sent quite a few messages of exactly twenty-five words in his past. He explains "Wide Eyes of Vigilance is how my order closes missives. Lord Neverember's gotten enough reports from us that he should know to take it seriously. As for who to send it, Tor, I think your last idea is right. Both. Tyrel, send yours tonight. Brother Sigi's in the morning. Tyrel, you must've met with Lord Neverember or at least one of his officials when you were given land in Leilon, right? That'd be who to send your message to. Unless by some stroke'a luck you're acquaintances with his captain of the guard."
Tyrel scratched at the back of his head. He had met Lord Neverember but it was not through the way Oloven has just described. His parents had told him to go claim these lands as they were the ones to be granted this boon. Thinking of his parents he released a quick sigh as he reminded himself why he did this. "I'll send the message, If his lord requires me to identify myself i will simply send another message explaining who i am."
Tyrel stepped away from the group ever so slightly and began casting the spell. Deep green energy gathered at his hands as he traced symbols in the sky. "Here we go" He said right before casting sending Saying the following message to Lord Neverember directly. "High Road Genie possible assassination attempt on Lord Neverember. Test incoming supplies for traces of magic. Suspects Bartameus, Durham, Tellnin, Cassalanter. Wide Eyes of Vigilance."
"Sure. Why not." Ace walks over to Victor, pulling out 2 daggers and a glaive from the saddle bags. He also grabs his Helmet of Telepathy.
"Okay," says Tor. "Let's see what you can do. None of your fancy magics, y'hear? Like with that gnome yesterday. This is straight forward sparring." He will be watching for the Eyes of Charming, but does not recognise the Helm of Telepathy for what it is, having missed the subtext of the previous interaction between Ace and Oloven.
Tor listens patiently to Oloven's explanation. He spends a great deal of it scowling. Once Oloven is finished Tor notes "That's a lot to take in. Unfortunately I'm pretty sure the next town is Phandalin. So unless my raven is returned very soon, we'll have to wait a few days before sending a message.
I have some... experience with genies," he looks around the group, daring with his eyes for anyone to ask the obvious question. "But not the whole bottle prison side of it, and arcane runes definitely aren't my thing."
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"Because," Oloven answers her, "if you got back to Waterdeep and started tellin' the story of how your caravan got blown up by a genie on the road, folk'll start askin' questions. It's a rather unlikely occurrence after all. The kinda story that garners attention. Even if you didn't tell the story, the risk that you MIGHT tell the story would be enough that whoever did this might want you out of the way.
You may not be as nameless as you think, Nikita. Powerful folk like this have spies. People keepin' track of their business, making sure their plans don't go awry and get 'em into trouble. A person who would do this, be willin' to go to such draconian lengths to destroy an enemy... Well, I wouldn't be surprised if he had someone waitin' in Neverwinter already with orders to kill the vintners who deliver the Calimshani bottle once the job is done, just to make sure there's nobody alive who could trace it back to him. I've seen that type'a thing happen before. Folk who play these kinds'a games play pretty ruthless, ESPECIALLY when it comes to the 'nameless' folk such as yourself. They'd call it collateral damage and wouldn't lose a wink'a sleep over it.
I know it's a hard thing to hear and I'm sorry, but you deserve to know the truth of it all."
After he tells Nikita all this, he turns to Tor and says "A few days might make no difference at all, or it might make a lot. There's no way to know. It's possible this assassin has opened up multiple avenues of attack, and this is just the one we happened to stumble upon. We can wait until Phandalin, or wait for your bird. Or, we could send one of us back to Neverwinter. We're not so far from the city yet that one of us couldn't make it back in a day if they rode hard. It'd need to be a real strong rider though, on a good horse. And it'd reduce the strength of our party by a pretty considerable margin. These roads are still dangerous."
Sigi listens in concerned silence. When the tale is done:
”I have a spell that will allow me to communicate with the priests of Chauntea back in Neverwinter. I don’t have it prepared but I can pray for it tonight and send some messages in the morning. I’m limited in how much information I can share, so the full telling may need to wait until we can put pen to paper and send a proper missive back up the road.”
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Oloven's eyebrows raise and a wide grin spreads across his face. "That a fact? Brother Sigi, blessins of Helm AND Chauntea upon you, your clever magic is savin' the day a THIRD time! That solves the problem of how we're gettin' the word to Neverember! We can spend the evening comin' up with the most efficient message and send it to your brothers and sisters first thing tomorrow mornin'."
Ace walks out of the forest, looking pretty depressed. He has no trace of his signature cockiness. "I heard what you said, and if my horse is fit enough, I could make it back to Neverwinter by mid-day. I also have some connections there that could help me find whoever this assassin is. I'll meet back up with you once I get everything settled." He seems to be saying this quite seriously, and quite humbly as well, which is a change for Ace.
-Archie
Oloven stands, giving Ace an appraising look. After a long moment of silence, he says "I think that won't be necessary, Ace. Brother Sigi here has a spell that'll reach Lord Nevember quicker'n horses. But I appreciate yer bein' a team player. And if we keep runnin' into interplanar monsters every other day as we have been so far, we'd rather have ya here with us on the road to Leilon. Come on, sit. Tyrel made supper. I'll fix ya up a bowl."
Ace looks rather queasy about the idea of sitting down with the rest of the group. He turns to his horse, whistling for Victor to come to the fire, and then proceeds to sit down, taking a bowl of soup, staying quite.
-Archie
Insight: 4
The change in Ace's demeanor is obvious, but Tor fails to see anything in the interactions between him and Oloven which would hint at what passed between them.
Instead, now that Ace is returned and seeming more contrite, he says "Sounds like we have a plan then. Mr Braun will contact his colleagues in the morning, and we'll continue on to Phandalin, then Leilon. Finally.
Now, you, Captain Tactics. I said that we would spar at the next waypoint, and here we are. You up for it?"
There is nothing in Tor's voice to suggest that this is a challenge of some sort. It's just something to do to kill time.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
(So i actually missed that Tyrel has the sending spell so ill just work it in the next message. DM if its okay ill say that Tyrel was too busy with that to do a watch this evening.)
Tyrel took the compliment about starting the fire with a warm smile, as if a dog had just been told he was a good boy. Now feeling bad about the fact he could not help with sending the message that was requested of him. Tyrel took a moment to himself, focussing on the energy inside of his body. attempting to shape it in such a manner that he would be capable of sending a message over a long distance. A soft glow coming from his hands and edges of his eyes as he finished gathering the energy. "I believe i could send a message, it would have to be 25 words or less. i dont think i can do much more than that with a single cast."
He spoke in a clear tone, the energy quickly dissapating from his hands and eyes. as if he had just unlocked some hidden potential. "What would you like me to send?"
Tyrel Smithson - Protector Aasimar Sorcerer (Abbarant Mind) (Lvl 7) (Adventure - Storm Lord's Wrath)
Tor will sit quietly. If anyone looks to him to decide on the message, he will say "I don't have much of a way with words, and this is too big for me to fit into twenty five of them.
A thought though. If Mr Braun sends a message tomorrow, his colleagues will know who he is, and their word will be respected. If Mr Smithson sends a message now, it'll be the voice of a stranger. Whoever you send it to may not trust you, or believe you, a voice in their head."
He holds up his hands in a conciliatory fashion. "But I don't know. Maybe it would just be better to get the message through quickly, whoever sends it. Maybe both should send. Two sources will reinforce the message."
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"Sure. Why not." Ace walks over to Victor, pulling out 2 daggers and a glaive from the saddle bags. He also grabs his Helmet of Telepathy.
-Archie
"Why not just say: This is Tyrel. Genie attempted assassination on Lord Nevember. Attempt Failed. Assassinator sends pretend gifts. This one was Calimshani wine from Nevember's friend. Wine Lost."
-Archie
Sigi excuses himself and goes off to the other side of the waypoint to pray for his spells. He will take one of the later watches. Perception 19
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"High Road Genie possible assassination attempt on Lord Neverember. Test incoming supplies for traces of magic. Suspects Bartameus, Durham, Tellnin, Cassalanter. Wide Eyes of Vigilance."
Oloven raddles it off rather quickly, as if he's sent quite a few messages of exactly twenty-five words in his past. He explains "Wide Eyes of Vigilance is how my order closes missives. Lord Neverember's gotten enough reports from us that he should know to take it seriously. As for who to send it, Tor, I think your last idea is right. Both. Tyrel, send yours tonight. Brother Sigi's in the morning. Tyrel, you must've met with Lord Neverember or at least one of his officials when you were given land in Leilon, right? That'd be who to send your message to. Unless by some stroke'a luck you're acquaintances with his captain of the guard."
Tyrel scratched at the back of his head. He had met Lord Neverember but it was not through the way Oloven has just described. His parents had told him to go claim these lands as they were the ones to be granted this boon. Thinking of his parents he released a quick sigh as he reminded himself why he did this. "I'll send the message, If his lord requires me to identify myself i will simply send another message explaining who i am."
Tyrel stepped away from the group ever so slightly and began casting the spell. Deep green energy gathered at his hands as he traced symbols in the sky. "Here we go" He said right before casting sending Saying the following message to Lord Neverember directly. "High Road Genie possible assassination attempt on Lord Neverember. Test incoming supplies for traces of magic. Suspects Bartameus, Durham, Tellnin, Cassalanter. Wide Eyes of Vigilance."
Tyrel Smithson - Protector Aasimar Sorcerer (Abbarant Mind) (Lvl 7) (Adventure - Storm Lord's Wrath)
"Okay," says Tor. "Let's see what you can do. None of your fancy magics, y'hear? Like with that gnome yesterday. This is straight forward sparring." He will be watching for the Eyes of Charming, but does not recognise the Helm of Telepathy for what it is, having missed the subtext of the previous interaction between Ace and Oloven.
Initiative: 12
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Ace takes off the helmet, placing it on the ground, he then gets into his stance, and positions his glaive.
Initiative: 8
-Archie
Tor draws his longsword and raises it into position. As soon as he sees Ace is ready, he darts forward, and swings twice.
Longsword: 22. Dmg 6
Longsword + Precision Attack: 21. Dmg 5
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
[NVM, ignore]
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Ace uses Warding Maneuver. So his AC is now 8 + 18 = 21. All damage attacks, and I receive resistance. Ace take 7 damage.
Ace swings his glaive twice:
Attack: 17 Damage: 7
Attack: 10 Damage: 9
He then uses aciton surge, attacking again.
Attack: 10 Damage: 11
Attack: 22 Damage: 8
-Archie