Siegfried offers a broad, warm smile to Tor. He offers a slight bow to the other men as well. "Yes. I am Siegfried Braun, most humble servant and devotee of Chauntea, Lady of the Fields and Evermother to all that grows."
"But please, call me Sigi. Mr. Braun sounds dreadfully formal and I suspect we will get to know each other quite well in the days to come."
He lays a hand on an amulet hanging from his neck, bearing the embossed pattern of a bushel of roses. "If it should become necessary, the Earthmother's blessing allows me to channel her divine energies to heal, or defend. Though I much prefer good company and quiet contemplation to scrapping."
"There is some room in my cart yet, if any of you need to unburden your horses for the long 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
Quiet, respectful, and a healer, thought Tor. A big improvement. He doesn't return the warm smile, but instead nods in response. "Good. Let's hope we won't need your particular set of skills on this journey."
He looks towards Oloven and debates inquiring further, but decides to leave it. It would be more interesting to wait and see.
"Alright. Let's roll out. Lead the way, Mr Skabor. Be sure to keep your wits about you. The High Road south is more civilised now that Leilon is being resettled, but that's not saying much."
"That's mighty kind of you, Brother Sigi and I do appreciate it, but I think Daisy here would probably prefer a bit MORE weight. I travel pretty light, as has been my fashion for a long time."
As Tor gives the order to move out, Oloven leaps up onto his horse in such a fluid motion that the others haven't even moved from their circle yet. He continues:
"Right you are, Mr. Baltas and don't I know it. Who knows what you'll meet on the road! So long as we're doing introductions, here's mine in brief. I was hoping to keep this to myself, but it seems my sister already let the cat out of the bag to the higher-ups so I might as well tell you all since we're gonna be working together. Until recently I was in the service of Helm the Vigilant in the monastery at Helm's Hold. I spent my days in solemn contemplation and prayerfulness, which in my particular case usually meant patrolling Neverwinter and the surrounding wilderness seeking out and doing battle with the multitudinous evils that stalk the shadows unbeknownst to most good, peace lovin' folk."
"Now, the teachings of my order stress humility, but seeing as you all should know what you're working with, and seeing as I'm no longer technically a member of said order, I suppose I'll just be direct. I'm a right fair hand in a scrap. I've tangled with some mighty vicious forces of darkness over the years and come out the better every time. I'm pretty confident Tor and I will get us all to Leilon in one piece. Tor looks like he ain't to be trifled with neither!"
At this Oloven turns to Tor with a friendly smile that indicates he has no conception whatsoever that Tor's comment about his sweater was anything but good intentioned "As for my sweater, my eldest neice Sybil made it for me! She knows bears are my favorite animal. Sybil's mighty good with her hands, always doin' projects. She's at an age where she's looking at her options for apprenticeships, Tyrel. She might come by one day with some questions for you. Yes indeed, she's a sharp one!"
Oloven flicks the reins and Daisy starts walking to the head of the train, continuing to talk as he rides away, "Anyway, Daisy n' I will be up here at the point, stayin' vigilant in likeness of mighty Helm the Watcher up in his heavenly outpost. Lookin' forward to us all gettin' to know each other better tonight at camp!"
Hearing the comment from Oloven Tyrel gave him a sharp and keen nod. "I am sure my parents will be quite pleased with anyone able bodied and eager to work the forge." He spoke in a reply. Giving a flick on the reigns the mule began walking in tandem with the rest of the group. It seems to be willing to follow a group. As they began their travels a smile was plastered across his face. This journey was something he was looking forward to.
Fishing from one of the side bags Tyrel pulled out a waterskin, pulling off the stopper with an audible plop he takes a few long gulps from the waterskin before sealing it again and storing it back into his saddlebag."I am sure that with a group such as this one we will surely arrive safely at Leilon. Without a shred of doubt" He said as he looked down the line. studying everyones stature and general moods, trying to get a quick read on them. His deep blue eyes lingering on Sigi for a moment longer.
A bored looking guard watched the party gathering in an area roped off for official purposes, the banner of Neverwinter hanging dully in the windless day. They waited just inside the Lion Gate that led to the Protector's Enclave in Neverwinter.
The guard leaned against his spear as he waited for the party to be ready to open the gate. "Are m'lords ready?" He asked politely, but disinterestedly.
"My experience is that those who seek out a fight tend to find one," Tor says, neither confirming or denying the possibility of monsters. "Maybe you'll get lucky."
The guard nods, turns, and yells up above him to the guards on the wall. "Open the gates, party for Leilon departing!"
With the clattering of chains and churning gears, the massive doors open slowly, revealing the countryside. The last vestiges of winter are just giving up their hold as snow has mostly melted off, leaving mottled green-brown grass that has yet to regain its vigor from the sun, though snow lingers in places with perpetual shadows, and deciduous trees have yet to grow new leaves, though buds are beginning to show. The sun warms the skin, but the slight breeze that can be felt, now that the gate is open, still has the bite of cold in it.
Oloven looks at Ace with disapproval, the first time any of you have seen him with an expression that wasn't cordiality or impassivity. He says "I sure hope not, Ace. Because if there are, it means they've been preyin' on folk unhindered before we ran across 'em for who knows how long. But if we do run into a servant of darkness, I'll be glad they ran into us and not some farmer's family comin' home from market who might have a harder time defendin' themselves. One should never hope to encounter evil, Ace. Only be ready to defy it if one is so unlucky as to encounter it."
"On the contrary, I do believe that it would be good to encounter some monsters. If we find some, we can advance our fighting skills, and if we kill them, we prevent more people to fall prey, and we gain glory." He says that last word with a smile on his face.
As we set out onto the High Road, I'd like to use Tor's Know Your Enemy feature.
Starting at 7th level, if you spend at least 1 minute observing or interacting with another creature outside combat, you can learn certain information about its capabilities compared to your own. The DM tells you if the creature is your equal, superior, or inferior in regard to two of the following characteristics of your choice.
I would like to know about the rest of the group's AC and Constitution please.
Brother Sigi sits atop Barley in the never-quite-comfortable riding posture of all dwarves in the saddle of full-size horses. He listens along contentedly to the conversations but only volunteers a whistled traveling tune as he leads Barley and the cart along the road south from Neverwinter.
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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
Tyrel Smithson's AC is far lower, his Con is higher Oloven's AC and Con are identical to yours Siegfried's AC and Con are both higher than yours And Ace's AC and Con haven't been entered yet, so I don't know.
For everyone: The first day that passes is extraordinarily dull. The most exciting thing to happen is passing a few travelers in a spread out caravan heading north to Neverwinter accompanied by a quartet of mercenaries each wearing identical banded maille and steel helms with a red handprint across the forehead. Tor recognizes the mercenaries as belonging to a group called Vito's Minions. While they're often uncouth and unpolished in temperament, they're excellent fighters and known to be generally honorable. They each bear a shield and spear, which they raise in salutation as you ride past.
At the end of the first day you make it to a common waypoint. A hundred years ago it had probably been an inn or tavern, but now it's just a simple stone "building" consisting of three walls of stone in a u-shape 50 feet wide and 20 feet deep. Across the top of one corner, someone has spread a canvas tarp to provide a simple roof in a small space. Underneath which stones have been arranged in a wide circle to provide a fire break.
As you arrive, you find a small, canvas-covered wagon, with a pair of oxen tied up and grazing on the meek grass. This close to Neverwinter, the roads are mostly safe, and individual travelers are not uncommon. A small fire is already burning in the circle of stones and a young halfling sits next to it, tending to a massive cauldron that sits on a tripod over the fire. As you approach, a heavily muscled orc comes around the corner from behind the stone structure, tying up his trousers. "I apologize for running off like that Merthin, but I've been holding that for the past hour..." He trails off as he sees you approaching. "Mr. Goodbelly, there's travelers." He says to the halfling.
The halfling looks up with a smile. "Ahh, travelers! Come, come, there's plenty of room. You're welcome to a bit of stew for a crown (a silver piece). I promise it's the best you've ever had!"
Oloven spends the day playing his flute from horseback, sometimes accompanying Sigi in his traveling tunes. At first, Tor may think that he's shirking his duties as a watchman, but observing him one may notice the subtle changes in his body language at every sound. Additionally, Oloven will occasionally stop his playing to point out rare birds sitting almost invisible, far back in the branches of the budding trees, a feat that displays his unceasing attentiveness, even though it seems to all the world that the man is simply enjoying a riding tour through the spring forest.
"That there's an ivory-billed woodpecker! Now, what's interesting about them is folk thought they were extinct in these parts for the last twenty years or so, until a farmer near Red Larch found a brood of 'em in his plum orchard..."
"See that gold-faced warbler? Now she's still in her winter feathers y'see..."
"Oh look at that, a scarlet tanager! I didn't think we'd be seein' them this early in the year!"
((Woops! Missed a new DM post. Give me a second, I'll add on.))
At the waypoint, Oloven gracefully descends from Daisy and says "Well, that sounds just fine! Smells lovely sir, and that's no lie. I'll just be needin' some time to unsaddle Daisy here then I'll be glad to share a meal with some fellow travelers."
Oloven tosses a silver coin to Mr. Goodbelly and says"Here ya go, to hold my reservation."
Before he goes, he extends a hand to the Orc and with a friendly, tusky smile says "Ashdautas Vrasubatlat!" A common orcish greeting that literally translates to "Someday I will kill you."
Ace reaches into his backpack and puts on some glasses with jewel lids. (Eyes of Charming) "I do believe that you might give it to us for free, for we are honorable, and traveling to Leolin."
Ace casts "Charm Person" with the Eyes of Charming. (DC 13 saving throw)
Oloven's bird listing is enough to pull Siegfried's attention out of his traveling daydreams. While bird's and other creatures of nature are more the province of Silvanus rather than Chauntea, Sigi could not help but learn something about the tiny creatures who helped to disperse seed or pollinate fruiting plants. "A happy development for bird lovers, no doubt, but a sorry one for that farmer. If the woodpeckers were nesting in his orchard, it means his trees have sapphire beetle grubs. Even odds, that plum orchard is already lost."
Arriving at the way point, Sigi waves politely to the Orc and Halfling and then disconnects Barley from the cart and lets the draft horse a few minutes to wander and graze while he lays down a blanket. As is the custom of his faith, he sets himself down to pray for his spells with the sunset.
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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
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Tor gives the two mismatched travellers a cursory assessment and decides they're not a threat. He ties up his horse with the others before announcing "I'm going to check the perimeter."
He will walk a circle around the ruined building about 50 feet from its walls, checking for anything that might appear odd or dangerous, before making his way back to camp. He drops a crown in front of the halfling and starts tucking into the stew.
Perception 17
I'm not sure how long the check will take, and if conversation happens without Tor I'm happy for him to be reinserted into the scene at an appropriate point.
Siegfried offers a broad, warm smile to Tor. He offers a slight bow to the other men as well. "Yes. I am Siegfried Braun, most humble servant and devotee of Chauntea, Lady of the Fields and Evermother to all that grows."
"But please, call me Sigi. Mr. Braun sounds dreadfully formal and I suspect we will get to know each other quite well in the days to come."
He lays a hand on an amulet hanging from his neck, bearing the embossed pattern of a bushel of roses. "If it should become necessary, the Earthmother's blessing allows me to channel her divine energies to heal, or defend. Though I much prefer good company and quiet contemplation to scrapping."
"There is some room in my cart yet, if any of you need to unburden your horses for the long 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
Quiet, respectful, and a healer, thought Tor. A big improvement. He doesn't return the warm smile, but instead nods in response. "Good. Let's hope we won't need your particular set of skills on this journey."
He looks towards Oloven and debates inquiring further, but decides to leave it. It would be more interesting to wait and see.
"Alright. Let's roll out. Lead the way, Mr Skabor. Be sure to keep your wits about you. The High Road south is more civilised now that Leilon is being resettled, but that's not saying much."
About what time is it currently?
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"That's mighty kind of you, Brother Sigi and I do appreciate it, but I think Daisy here would probably prefer a bit MORE weight. I travel pretty light, as has been my fashion for a long time."
As Tor gives the order to move out, Oloven leaps up onto his horse in such a fluid motion that the others haven't even moved from their circle yet. He continues:
"Right you are, Mr. Baltas and don't I know it. Who knows what you'll meet on the road! So long as we're doing introductions, here's mine in brief. I was hoping to keep this to myself, but it seems my sister already let the cat out of the bag to the higher-ups so I might as well tell you all since we're gonna be working together. Until recently I was in the service of Helm the Vigilant in the monastery at Helm's Hold. I spent my days in solemn contemplation and prayerfulness, which in my particular case usually meant patrolling Neverwinter and the surrounding wilderness seeking out and doing battle with the multitudinous evils that stalk the shadows unbeknownst to most good, peace lovin' folk."
"Now, the teachings of my order stress humility, but seeing as you all should know what you're working with, and seeing as I'm no longer technically a member of said order, I suppose I'll just be direct. I'm a right fair hand in a scrap. I've tangled with some mighty vicious forces of darkness over the years and come out the better every time. I'm pretty confident Tor and I will get us all to Leilon in one piece. Tor looks like he ain't to be trifled with neither!"
At this Oloven turns to Tor with a friendly smile that indicates he has no conception whatsoever that Tor's comment about his sweater was anything but good intentioned "As for my sweater, my eldest neice Sybil made it for me! She knows bears are my favorite animal. Sybil's mighty good with her hands, always doin' projects. She's at an age where she's looking at her options for apprenticeships, Tyrel. She might come by one day with some questions for you. Yes indeed, she's a sharp one!"
Oloven flicks the reins and Daisy starts walking to the head of the train, continuing to talk as he rides away, "Anyway, Daisy n' I will be up here at the point, stayin' vigilant in likeness of mighty Helm the Watcher up in his heavenly outpost. Lookin' forward to us all gettin' to know each other better tonight at camp!"
Hearing the comment from Oloven Tyrel gave him a sharp and keen nod. "I am sure my parents will be quite pleased with anyone able bodied and eager to work the forge." He spoke in a reply. Giving a flick on the reigns the mule began walking in tandem with the rest of the group. It seems to be willing to follow a group. As they began their travels a smile was plastered across his face. This journey was something he was looking forward to.
Fishing from one of the side bags Tyrel pulled out a waterskin, pulling off the stopper with an audible plop he takes a few long gulps from the waterskin before sealing it again and storing it back into his saddlebag. "I am sure that with a group such as this one we will surely arrive safely at Leilon. Without a shred of doubt" He said as he looked down the line. studying everyones stature and general moods, trying to get a quick read on them. His deep blue eyes lingering on Sigi for a moment longer.
Tyrel Smithson - Protector Aasimar Sorcerer (Abbarant Mind) (Lvl 7) (Adventure - Storm Lord's Wrath)
A bored looking guard watched the party gathering in an area roped off for official purposes, the banner of Neverwinter hanging dully in the windless day. They waited just inside the Lion Gate that led to the Protector's Enclave in Neverwinter.
The guard leaned against his spear as he waited for the party to be ready to open the gate. "Are m'lords ready?" He asked politely, but disinterestedly.
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
I thought monks took vows of silence, Tor ponders, as Oloven continues his jaunty monologue. At least this answers a few questions I had.
"Tor looks like he ain't to be trifled with neither!"
As the others look towards Tor, he simply places his right hand on the pommel of his sword and looks back at them, saying nothing.
So, a chatty monk, a friendly brewer priest, a telepathic mage, and a smug merchant. Gods help us, he thought. We won't last until nightfall.
To the guard he responds simply "We're ready. Open the gate."
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"So, um, quick question? Are there any monsters on this route? I am itching for a fight at the moment."
-Archie
"My experience is that those who seek out a fight tend to find one," Tor says, neither confirming or denying the possibility of monsters. "Maybe you'll get lucky."
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
The guard nods, turns, and yells up above him to the guards on the wall. "Open the gates, party for Leilon departing!"
With the clattering of chains and churning gears, the massive doors open slowly, revealing the countryside. The last vestiges of winter are just giving up their hold as snow has mostly melted off, leaving mottled green-brown grass that has yet to regain its vigor from the sun, though snow lingers in places with perpetual shadows, and deciduous trees have yet to grow new leaves, though buds are beginning to show. The sun warms the skin, but the slight breeze that can be felt, now that the gate is open, still has the bite of cold in it.
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
Oloven looks at Ace with disapproval, the first time any of you have seen him with an expression that wasn't cordiality or impassivity. He says "I sure hope not, Ace. Because if there are, it means they've been preyin' on folk unhindered before we ran across 'em for who knows how long. But if we do run into a servant of darkness, I'll be glad they ran into us and not some farmer's family comin' home from market who might have a harder time defendin' themselves. One should never hope to encounter evil, Ace. Only be ready to defy it if one is so unlucky as to encounter it."
"On the contrary, I do believe that it would be good to encounter some monsters. If we find some, we can advance our fighting skills, and if we kill them, we prevent more people to fall prey, and we gain glory." He says that last word with a smile on his face.
-Archie
As we set out onto the High Road, I'd like to use Tor's Know Your Enemy feature.
Starting at 7th level, if you spend at least 1 minute observing or interacting with another creature outside combat, you can learn certain information about its capabilities compared to your own. The DM tells you if the creature is your equal, superior, or inferior in regard to two of the following characteristics of your choice.
I would like to know about the rest of the group's AC and Constitution please.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
AC 18; CON 18
Brother Sigi sits atop Barley in the never-quite-comfortable riding posture of all dwarves in the saddle of full-size horses. He listens along contentedly to the conversations but only volunteers a whistled traveling tune as he leads Barley and the cart along the road south from Neverwinter.
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
For EMIW
Tyrel Smithson's AC is far lower, his Con is higher
Oloven's AC and Con are identical to yours
Siegfried's AC and Con are both higher than yours
And Ace's AC and Con haven't been entered yet, so I don't know.
For everyone:
The first day that passes is extraordinarily dull. The most exciting thing to happen is passing a few travelers in a spread out caravan heading north to Neverwinter accompanied by a quartet of mercenaries each wearing identical banded maille and steel helms with a red handprint across the forehead. Tor recognizes the mercenaries as belonging to a group called Vito's Minions. While they're often uncouth and unpolished in temperament, they're excellent fighters and known to be generally honorable. They each bear a shield and spear, which they raise in salutation as you ride past.
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
Tor nods cordially to the mercenaries as they pass, but otherwise doesn't engage.
During the journey he keeps an eye on their surroundings and also on the rest of the group.
He doesn't speak to the other members of the group unless spoken to.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
At the end of the first day you make it to a common waypoint. A hundred years ago it had probably been an inn or tavern, but now it's just a simple stone "building" consisting of three walls of stone in a u-shape 50 feet wide and 20 feet deep. Across the top of one corner, someone has spread a canvas tarp to provide a simple roof in a small space. Underneath which stones have been arranged in a wide circle to provide a fire break.
As you arrive, you find a small, canvas-covered wagon, with a pair of oxen tied up and grazing on the meek grass. This close to Neverwinter, the roads are mostly safe, and individual travelers are not uncommon. A small fire is already burning in the circle of stones and a young halfling sits next to it, tending to a massive cauldron that sits on a tripod over the fire. As you approach, a heavily muscled orc comes around the corner from behind the stone structure, tying up his trousers. "I apologize for running off like that Merthin, but I've been holding that for the past hour..." He trails off as he sees you approaching. "Mr. Goodbelly, there's travelers." He says to the halfling.
The halfling looks up with a smile. "Ahh, travelers! Come, come, there's plenty of room. You're welcome to a bit of stew for a crown (a silver piece). I promise it's the best you've ever had!"
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
Oloven spends the day playing his flute from horseback, sometimes accompanying Sigi in his traveling tunes. At first, Tor may think that he's shirking his duties as a watchman, but observing him one may notice the subtle changes in his body language at every sound. Additionally, Oloven will occasionally stop his playing to point out rare birds sitting almost invisible, far back in the branches of the budding trees, a feat that displays his unceasing attentiveness, even though it seems to all the world that the man is simply enjoying a riding tour through the spring forest.
"That there's an ivory-billed woodpecker! Now, what's interesting about them is folk thought they were extinct in these parts for the last twenty years or so, until a farmer near Red Larch found a brood of 'em in his plum orchard..."
"See that gold-faced warbler? Now she's still in her winter feathers y'see..."
"Oh look at that, a scarlet tanager! I didn't think we'd be seein' them this early in the year!"
((Woops! Missed a new DM post. Give me a second, I'll add on.))
At the waypoint, Oloven gracefully descends from Daisy and says "Well, that sounds just fine! Smells lovely sir, and that's no lie. I'll just be needin' some time to unsaddle Daisy here then I'll be glad to share a meal with some fellow travelers."
Oloven tosses a silver coin to Mr. Goodbelly and says "Here ya go, to hold my reservation."
Before he goes, he extends a hand to the Orc and with a friendly, tusky smile says "Ashdautas Vrasubatlat!" A common orcish greeting that literally translates to "Someday I will kill you."
Ace reaches into his backpack and puts on some glasses with jewel lids. (Eyes of Charming) "I do believe that you might give it to us for free, for we are honorable, and traveling to Leolin."
Ace casts "Charm Person" with the Eyes of Charming. (DC 13 saving throw)
-Archie
Oloven's bird listing is enough to pull Siegfried's attention out of his traveling daydreams. While bird's and other creatures of nature are more the province of Silvanus rather than Chauntea, Sigi could not help but learn something about the tiny creatures who helped to disperse seed or pollinate fruiting plants. "A happy development for bird lovers, no doubt, but a sorry one for that farmer. If the woodpeckers were nesting in his orchard, it means his trees have sapphire beetle grubs. Even odds, that plum orchard is already lost."
Arriving at the way point, Sigi waves politely to the Orc and Halfling and then disconnects Barley from the cart and lets the draft horse a few minutes to wander and graze while he lays down a blanket. As is the custom of his faith, he sets himself down to pray for his spells with the sunset.
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
Tor gives the two mismatched travellers a cursory assessment and decides they're not a threat. He ties up his horse with the others before announcing "I'm going to check the perimeter."
He will walk a circle around the ruined building about 50 feet from its walls, checking for anything that might appear odd or dangerous, before making his way back to camp. He drops a crown in front of the halfling and starts tucking into the stew.
Perception 17
I'm not sure how long the check will take, and if conversation happens without Tor I'm happy for him to be reinserted into the scene at an appropriate point.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos