Razaniel had already started looking for a hiding spot, so he remains where he is, crouches down and waits - "You should go back, or get out of sight" - he whispers at Scat.
Kwami the cleric has no particular skill at moving quietly, so he will look around for a cluster of thick bushes or a hollow in the ground where he can conceal himself under his cloak. As he removes his pack, he notices Abel approach and listens to his question. He seems a bit taken aback by being addressed as "friend", as if he were unused to casual conversation. Not offended, more startled.
"Er, yes, hello", he whispers. "Sadly, I have some experience with creatures magically suspended 'twixt life and death. A corruption of the soul that renders them unfit for either this world or the world beyond. I have never personally encountered a banshee, but the name has come up in my studies. These doomed spirits howl and wail during the night, and it is said that to hear their awful voices is akin to hearing the shrieks of a thousand damned souls. The terrifying sound can drain all the life force from a person, which makes me doubt that the reports of these locals are accurate. Survivors are extremely rare. If we truly face such an abomination, I would advise stuffing cloth in your ears and uttering a prayer to whatever gods you revere, for you will soon join them. If you are lucky."
The hood of his cloak falls back inadvertently, and in the dim light, the sweat glistens on his dark-skinned shaved head. Clearly, the priest is worried.
Acher complies with Quinn's suggestion, albeit with little enthusiasm. He simply rips a large, leafy branch from a nearby tree and leans it against himself after finding a log, rock, or stump to sit on.
Scat looks at Razaniel squinting with a slight crazed look on his face, as the man moves on to other things. "No. Yous dumb. Mees big boss."
As the group takes cover, Yoli releases his owl familiar, it sweeps through the trees observing the clearing.
As Quin gives feedback, Scat hears his name. "Hey! Mees big boss. Yous dumb ears! Mees not going back."
The owl finds nothing of concern and circles back and lands with a short hop on Yoli's shoulder to report.
When Razaniel encourages Scat to leave too, the gully dwarf shrugs his shoulders and points randomly at the group, "Okay. Yous much dumb."
As the gully dwarf leaves the area, the group finds themselves hidden around the clearing each listening and watching intently. The woods are quiet this evening, and the air grows chill. A low mist quickly gathers around the edges of the clearing, growing closer and thicker as the night wears on.
DMN:
Please, provide a Perception AC with your next post.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
IC
Boil sits in his perch, and marvels at the beauty of the woodlands. And intrigued by the process of the mist that seems to be swallowing the landscape like an angry serpent. With rapidly cooling air, he laments not having a fire. It’s his favorite trick to do and he was not allowed to do it. Bonfire was the first spell he ever cast, the first glimpse into the world of magic within him. It was the first time he learned his life didn’t have to be one of misery.
He returns his attention to observing the surroundings, looking for movement and listening intently for any sounds.
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IC: Abel listens intently to Kwami's hushed answer to his query and then settles down into a crouch about an arm's length from the cleric, He begins to relax his breathing and leans forward, bracing one shoulder against a narrow tree trunk, as if straining to hear something that the dark forest might be preparing to say.
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Kwami settles into his hiding-place. Absent-mindedly he notes the interaction between the gully-dwarf and the other party members. He knows he should find it amusing, but he can't shake the feeling of gloom and dread that has been steadily building in his mind since the group entered these woods.
Something wicked this way comes,he thinks. I hope we are ready to face it.
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IC
Yoli shivers, and wonders to himself "Why did they send Scat away? Wasn't he our only way to navigate back to the camp? I don't like the idea of being lost out here. Whatever lurks in that approaching mist probably knows the area much better than us." He squints as he peers into the mist, listening for any sound over the rushing water.
Yoli's AC is now 15. DM please let me know if an hour spent watching and hiding counts as a short rest. If so, please let me know if an hour passes before anything happens
The fog hangs thick in the air, seeming to turn the trees around you into gray ghosts that hover menacingly. Within seconds the misty blanket has reduced visibility to a few feet. Out of the darkness, you here Scat cackle maniacally, "Yous dead!"
The fog starts to roll back, and a bright full moon illuminates the clearing. You notice these aren’t the same trees that surrounded you moments before. Instead of the thick full forest, the area is now sparsely populated by thin needled pine trees.
Close by, a wolf howls its primal call, and is quickly answered by its pack.
DMN:
Perception AC 15 If you missed the AC, you instead here Scat whimpering and say, "Yous there?"
Please, provide a Nature AC with your next post.
@Shobob You can consider your time scouting the clearing as a short rest.
As a surprise to me, we still have eight players. At this point I would like to split the group into two parties of four. I'll keep you in the same world, but separate PbP threads. This way, I can bring you back together at a later date if needed. If you have anyone in the group you would like to play with, please PM me. Otherwise, I'm going to roll to split the group, and then implement it fairly soon. If the group is strongly opposed, we can continue on as one with eight also.
Thanks, I use arcane recovery to regain a 1st level slot. May I suggest that we split the cleric and druid, so each group gets a healer? Other than that, I'm good with random.
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IC
Boil is bewildered by the thick fog and it’s sudden pull back. The full moon now illuminating the clearing is captivating and the song of the wolf is lovely. That’s when he realizes the nature of the tree he is hunkered in has shifted and the trees around him are no longer the dense cover they once were. He wants to say something to the others, but doesn’t want to be the first to break the silence of the stakeout.
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IC: Abel leans back away from the tree against which he had been leaning, cocking his head bemusedly as he balances on his haunches and reaches up a tentative hand to feel the rough bark of the seemingly transformed tree. He then snaps his head sideways at the feral howl which splits the silence of the receding fog.
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"Wolves?" - Razaniel grunted in confusion at the sudden change of their surroundings, and drew his weapons - "And where the heck is that gully dwarf?" - he mumbled to himself, looking around.
Nature:3
OOC:
Not sure I completely understood - if we made the Perception DC on the previous post, we hear Scat cackle 'Yous dead!' - is that it?
Ic
Boil finds a good, sturdy climbing tree that will give himself a solid perch, a good view of the area and keep himself out of sight.
stealth: 8
Razaniel had already started looking for a hiding spot, so he remains where he is, crouches down and waits - "You should go back, or get out of sight" - he whispers at Scat.
Kwami the cleric has no particular skill at moving quietly, so he will look around for a cluster of thick bushes or a hollow in the ground where he can conceal himself under his cloak. As he removes his pack, he notices Abel approach and listens to his question. He seems a bit taken aback by being addressed as "friend", as if he were unused to casual conversation. Not offended, more startled.
"Er, yes, hello", he whispers. "Sadly, I have some experience with creatures magically suspended 'twixt life and death. A corruption of the soul that renders them unfit for either this world or the world beyond. I have never personally encountered a banshee, but the name has come up in my studies. These doomed spirits howl and wail during the night, and it is said that to hear their awful voices is akin to hearing the shrieks of a thousand damned souls. The terrifying sound can drain all the life force from a person, which makes me doubt that the reports of these locals are accurate. Survivors are extremely rare. If we truly face such an abomination, I would advise stuffing cloth in your ears and uttering a prayer to whatever gods you revere, for you will soon join them. If you are lucky."
The hood of his cloak falls back inadvertently, and in the dim light, the sweat glistens on his dark-skinned shaved head. Clearly, the priest is worried.
IC
Acher complies with Quinn's suggestion, albeit with little enthusiasm. He simply rips a large, leafy branch from a nearby tree and leans it against himself after finding a log, rock, or stump to sit on.
DMS:
Razaniel addresses Scat, "Mees smart. Yous slow?"
Scat looks at Razaniel squinting with a slight crazed look on his face, as the man moves on to other things. "No. Yous dumb. Mees big boss."
As the group takes cover, Yoli releases his owl familiar, it sweeps through the trees observing the clearing.
As Quin gives feedback, Scat hears his name. "Hey! Mees big boss. Yous dumb ears! Mees not going back."
The owl finds nothing of concern and circles back and lands with a short hop on Yoli's shoulder to report.
When Razaniel encourages Scat to leave too, the gully dwarf shrugs his shoulders and points randomly at the group, "Okay. Yous much dumb."
As the gully dwarf leaves the area, the group finds themselves hidden around the clearing each listening and watching intently. The woods are quiet this evening, and the air grows chill. A low mist quickly gathers around the edges of the clearing, growing closer and thicker as the night wears on.
DMN:
Please, provide a Perception AC with your next post.
Dragonborn Monk Bronze Viper
IC
Boil sits in his perch, and marvels at the beauty of the woodlands. And intrigued by the process of the mist that seems to be swallowing the landscape like an angry serpent. With rapidly cooling air, he laments not having a fire. It’s his favorite trick to do and he was not allowed to do it. Bonfire was the first spell he ever cast, the first glimpse into the world of magic within him. It was the first time he learned his life didn’t have to be one of misery.
He returns his attention to observing the surroundings, looking for movement and listening intently for any sounds.
Perception: 12
Razaniel chuckles to himself as Scat moves away - "We probably are"
Perception: 20
IC: Abel listens intently to Kwami's hushed answer to his query and then settles down into a crouch about an arm's length from the cleric, He begins to relax his breathing and leans forward, bracing one shoulder against a narrow tree trunk, as if straining to hear something that the dark forest might be preparing to say.
Perception 17
Kwami settles into his hiding-place. Absent-mindedly he notes the interaction between the gully-dwarf and the other party members. He knows he should find it amusing, but he can't shake the feeling of gloom and dread that has been steadily building in his mind since the group entered these woods.
Something wicked this way comes, he thinks. I hope we are ready to face it.
Passive Perception 15
Active Perception 18
IC
Yoli shivers, and wonders to himself "Why did they send Scat away? Wasn't he our only way to navigate back to the camp? I don't like the idea of being lost out here. Whatever lurks in that approaching mist probably knows the area much better than us." He squints as he peers into the mist, listening for any sound over the rushing water.
Yoli's perception: 2
Owl familiar's perception:. 21
Wizard - Yoli Garrick, Wild Beyond the Witchlight
Quin looks around a bit surprised at how quickly everyone came to a general consensus. He accepts Yoli's help and takes cover next to the Gnome.
"hmm...we keep working together this well we might just be alright." He comments under his breath.
Perception: 8
Stealth (second die roll from help just in case.): 8
**This Space for Rent**
Under his breath Bruno says “might be alright, dear gods o don’t have high hopes about this…”
Perception: 9IC
Acher remains mostly silent throughout the night, occasionally muttering a prayer to St. Cuthbert when he feels himself drifting off.
Perception:18
IC
Yoli casts Mage Armor on himself
OOC
Yoli's AC is now 15. DM please let me know if an hour spent watching and hiding counts as a short rest. If so, please let me know if an hour passes before anything happens
Wizard - Yoli Garrick, Wild Beyond the Witchlight
DMS:
The fog hangs thick in the air, seeming to turn the trees around you into gray ghosts that hover menacingly. Within seconds the misty blanket has reduced visibility to a few feet. Out of the darkness, you here Scat cackle maniacally, "Yous dead!"
The fog starts to roll back, and a bright full moon illuminates the clearing. You notice these aren’t the same trees that surrounded you moments before. Instead of the thick full forest, the area is now sparsely populated by thin needled pine trees.
Close by, a wolf howls its primal call, and is quickly answered by its pack.
DMN:
Perception AC 15 If you missed the AC, you instead here Scat whimpering and say, "Yous there?"
Please, provide a Nature AC with your next post.
@Shobob You can consider your time scouting the clearing as a short rest.
As a surprise to me, we still have eight players. At this point I would like to split the group into two parties of four. I'll keep you in the same world, but separate PbP threads. This way, I can bring you back together at a later date if needed. If you have anyone in the group you would like to play with, please PM me. Otherwise, I'm going to roll to split the group, and then implement it fairly soon. If the group is strongly opposed, we can continue on as one with eight also.
Dragonborn Monk Bronze Viper
OOC
Thanks, I use arcane recovery to regain a 1st level slot. May I suggest that we split the cleric and druid, so each group gets a healer? Other than that, I'm good with random.
Wizard - Yoli Garrick, Wild Beyond the Witchlight
IC
Boil is bewildered by the thick fog and it’s sudden pull back. The full moon now illuminating the clearing is captivating and the song of the wolf is lovely. That’s when he realizes the nature of the tree he is hunkered in has shifted and the trees around him are no longer the dense cover they once were. He wants to say something to the others, but doesn’t want to be the first to break the silence of the stakeout.
nature 19
IC: Abel leans back away from the tree against which he had been leaning, cocking his head bemusedly as he balances on his haunches and reaches up a tentative hand to feel the rough bark of the seemingly transformed tree. He then snaps his head sideways at the feral howl which splits the silence of the receding fog.
Nature: 4
(Nice Druiding, Abel!)
"Wolves?" - Razaniel grunted in confusion at the sudden change of their surroundings, and drew his weapons - "And where the heck is that gully dwarf?" - he mumbled to himself, looking around.
Nature: 3
OOC:
Not sure I completely understood - if we made the Perception DC on the previous post, we hear Scat cackle 'Yous dead!' - is that it?
And yay us, for sticking with the game! :D
Indeed
Dragonborn Monk Bronze Viper