"..." Feu ponders at Rweni's question. "I wouldn't be opposed to ending them..." Feu winces a little, clearly in discomfort at the idea. "...But I think any option that completely gets them out of our way is good enough."
"I think we should leave them. If they cross paths with us again, in a bad way, I say we ..." He stares at the goblins and takes his thumb across his throat.
Drundle crosses his arms. “They spent their lives doing this sort of thing. Have they shown remorse or just a desire to live? Now they want you to kill their boss so they can get away with disloyalty too. It serves us well enough, but it’s no virtue. We need to deal with them quickly and find my cousin.”
He tries to march north but staggers and turns, clenching his teeth.
“Damn. I’m in no shape to keep going toward a goblin hideout.”
He stares at the goblins and spits.
“Fine then. Here’s a choice. I can deliver them to the jails of Phandalin, or you can deliver them to their gods. Decide, all of you.”
Rweni approaches Drundle. “You are not as okay as you say you are.”
She grabs some dirt from the ground and spits in it, turning it into a muddy paste before packing it into the arrow wound on Drundle’s leg. She chants quietly and as she wipes the mud away, his wound is healed leaving nary a scar.
After Drundle thanks Rweni, the two goblins are quickly tied up and hauled off. Slightly pale but well enough to travel the remaining distance, Drundle gives one last look of appreciation for the risk the party is taking.
They venture forth into the northern woods. The trees grow close together, and undergrowth tries to snare them while crooked branches and briars scratch their skin and snag their clothing from every direction.
(All right, folks! Are we doing anything as we travel? (Stealth for sneaking. Perception for being on the lookout. Survival for ensuring you follow the right tracks.) Also, has Rweni expended a spell slot, or did I misunderstand what happened there?)
Rweni looks to Feu and smiles as brightly as a sunflower. “Well, thank you! I hope I can be of good use to everyone! Mother Nature has an interesting way to touch everyone.”
the scent of lavender fills the air surrounding Feu and Rweni as they walk within 5 feet of each other talking.
Feu is slightly surprised by the sudden smell, not in a bad way. "Well, it's good that there's at least someone here that's good with magic." Feu shrugs while looking at their pendant. "I can't do much."
Rweni sees Feu looking at their pendant and takes interest. “Having no magic is okay. I saw how you fought back there. You sure know how to move!” Rweni jokingly tries to mimic Feu’s attacks…poorly. “That is a beautiful pendant. Who gave it to you?”
"...My sibling." Feu grips the pendant, looking solemnly. "The pendant helps me control my magic well. Without it, I would've probably burned this forest already."
Feu looks at the pendant in their palm with a pained expression. "My magic is only really good for burning down things. I honestly wish I didn't have it."
“Oh! Do you do have the ability to do magic. I misunderstood! I’m sorry to hear that the magic you know is destructive. I would think I would be upset as well if my magic only did things to kill or destroy things.”
She observes their reaction when they said “sibling” and thinks maybe not to touch that subject just quite yet as it may be sensitive a topic for Feu.
”Well, if there is anything I can help you with to try and control that urge to burn…is it an urge? Things, I’d gladly help you!”
"It's not really an urge. It's more like..." Feu tries to find the right words for it. "...It's more like, a panic attack? If my emotions get wrapped up or really difficult to manage, my magic reacts the same."
Feu makes an small smile. "...Thanks. I appreciate it."
(Oh, I thought that was a good end to the interaction between Feu and Rweni. Saying this if the reason why people haven't said anything yet is due to waiting for me to continue.)
"..." Feu ponders at Rweni's question. "I wouldn't be opposed to ending them..." Feu winces a little, clearly in discomfort at the idea. "...But I think any option that completely gets them out of our way is good enough."
"I think we should leave them. If they cross paths with us again, in a bad way, I say we ..." He stares at the goblins and takes his thumb across his throat.
D&D since 1984
Drundle crosses his arms. “They spent their lives doing this sort of thing. Have they shown remorse or just a desire to live? Now they want you to kill their boss so they can get away with disloyalty too. It serves us well enough, but it’s no virtue. We need to deal with them quickly and find my cousin.”
He tries to march north but staggers and turns, clenching his teeth.
“Damn. I’m in no shape to keep going toward a goblin hideout.”
He stares at the goblins and spits.
“Fine then. Here’s a choice. I can deliver them to the jails of Phandalin, or you can deliver them to their gods. Decide, all of you.”
"Jail it is"
D&D since 1984
Rweni approaches Drundle. “You are not as okay as you say you are.”
She grabs some dirt from the ground and spits in it, turning it into a muddy paste before packing it into the arrow wound on Drundle’s leg. She chants quietly and as she wipes the mud away, his wound is healed leaving nary a scar.
”Take them to Phandalin then”
"Okay then." Feu tosses the goblin. "We'll go get Gundren." They stare at the goblin sharply and point at him. "Don't try anything funny."
After Drundle thanks Rweni, the two goblins are quickly tied up and hauled off. Slightly pale but well enough to travel the remaining distance, Drundle gives one last look of appreciation for the risk the party is taking.
They venture forth into the northern woods. The trees grow close together, and undergrowth tries to snare them while crooked branches and briars scratch their skin and snag their clothing from every direction.
(All right, folks! Are we doing anything as we travel? (Stealth for sneaking. Perception for being on the lookout. Survival for ensuring you follow the right tracks.) Also, has Rweni expended a spell slot, or did I misunderstand what happened there?)
Feu will keep focused on tracks, ensuring they reach the cave.
Survival: 24
While on the journey, they speak while still looking ahead.
"...Rweni, was it? Your magic is interesting."
(Ooc- yup! I used a spell slot. Marked off on char sheet just now.)
Rweni looks to Feu and smiles as brightly as a sunflower. “Well, thank you! I hope I can be of good use to everyone! Mother Nature has an interesting way to touch everyone.”
the scent of lavender fills the air surrounding Feu and Rweni as they walk within 5 feet of each other talking.
Rweni keeps her eyes open to her surroundings.
Perception: 22 (rolled in game log from mobile)
Feu is slightly surprised by the sudden smell, not in a bad way. "Well, it's good that there's at least someone here that's good with magic." Feu shrugs while looking at their pendant. "I can't do much."
Rweni sees Feu looking at their pendant and takes interest. “Having no magic is okay. I saw how you fought back there. You sure know how to move!” Rweni jokingly tries to mimic Feu’s attacks…poorly. “That is a beautiful pendant. Who gave it to you?”
"...My sibling." Feu grips the pendant, looking solemnly. "The pendant helps me control my magic well. Without it, I would've probably burned this forest already."
Feu looks at the pendant in their palm with a pained expression. "My magic is only really good for burning down things. I honestly wish I didn't have it."
“Oh! Do you do have the ability to do magic. I misunderstood! I’m sorry to hear that the magic you know is destructive. I would think I would be upset as well if my magic only did things to kill or destroy things.”
She observes their reaction when they said “sibling” and thinks maybe not to touch that subject just quite yet as it may be sensitive a topic for Feu.
”Well, if there is anything I can help you with to try and control that urge to burn…is it an urge? Things, I’d gladly help you!”
"It's not really an urge. It's more like..." Feu tries to find the right words for it. "...It's more like, a panic attack? If my emotions get wrapped up or really difficult to manage, my magic reacts the same."
Feu makes an small smile. "...Thanks. I appreciate it."
“That sounds stressful, Feu. I’ll do what I can to help you temper your emotions. You’re welcome.”
Rweni looks back to the forest floor to see if there are any tracks that would lead to the cave.
(Oh, I thought that was a good end to the interaction between Feu and Rweni. Saying this if the reason why people haven't said anything yet is due to waiting for me to continue.)
(Ooc- agreed!)