You hear it before you see it. Distant music behind a cluster of modest buildings.
Turning the corner into a long straightaway of tidy one-story buildings, you find the streets are alive with people, color, and vibrant music. The people of Godsbreath have skin tones ranging from the medium brown of copper to the near black of ebony, and most have tightly coiled dark-brown hair. They are all human – Tuuli and Baldar seem to be the only nonhumans here.
There are colorful festival stalls set up on both sides of the narrow street. Vendors sell local crafts, musical instruments, and delicious-smelling street foods. One of the first vendors you approach sells small straw dolls wearing colorful shirts and dresses (5 cp each).
Throughout the crowd, musicians play instruments of many kinds. Everyone is singing. Their performances meld together as passersby join in during choruses. The song appears to be a recounting of the history of the land of Godsbreath. Harrow knows this call-and-response song to be the Awakening Song.
The festival continues far down the street, and down the side streets. The whole town is in celebration.
Well. Tuuli laughs in delight, and handing her pack off to anyone (in the party) who will take it, she scoops up her cat and begins dancing and spinning, hair flying.
Walt takes the pack and slings it over his shoulder, still unsure of what's to follow. But then he see's it. He smiles as Tuuli dances and swirls with lucky. He marvels at her hair as it seems to move with the music.
He makes a poor attempt to move and sway his hips with the tunes as continues whittling away at the piece of wood he picked up earlier this morning. In short time, he's made quite a bit of progress on his creation. It's beginning to take on the shape of some sort of utensil. Perhaps a spoon or a knife. He's focusing in on the decorative handle as he shimmies his way towards the stall selling the straw dolls.
"Good mornin. Oh my, these dolls are adorable." Walt pauses to search the selection. He's eyeing a doll with a bright, colorful orange shirt. "Might I have that one there? That one with the beautiful orange shirt. Thank you very much." He'll happily hand over 5 cp to the vendor. "If I may, I was wondering what...Are these dolls? Do they represent anything of significance to the people of Godsbreath? They do look quite special"
"Moradin's beard!" Baldar exclaims and she stands back and takes it all in. "This looks amazing, don't it? I wonder if there be any artisan shops here." She wanders through the stalls focused mainly on trying to weave her way through the crowd of taller folk without bumping any of them too harshly with her heavy armor and axe. She does not join in the singing, fearing her thick dwarven accent would ruin the harmony. Instead she peruses the wares where she can, looking for any keen crafters or smiths.
Harrow hums the melody as he wanders with his friends. He doesn't dance, but now and then, when he catches a part that he knows, he sings along, his rich baritone blending into the crowdsong. He looks around at the musical instruments for sale, wondering if he should purchase something, perhaps as a gift. He does buy three of the straw dolls when he notices Walt making his purchase -- Harrow's doll wears a nice purple shirt, and he gets one with a green shirt and one with a blue dress-- and he waits to hear the answer to Walt's question.
(OOC: I edited my post to say I bought three dolls, so I made sure to adjust my currency accordingly!)
Bendrak joins in the song heartily as he can work it out, but keeps a wary eye on the crowds and vendors, stopping only to sample whatever street foods look most familiar.
The vendor, a young woman in a bright red outfit, takes Walt's coins.
"A tradition of Promise," she replies. "I can make one to look just like you! Only seven copper pieces!"
It doesn't take long for Baldar to find a fine silversmith - mostly jewelry - as well as a blacksmith selling wrought iron birdcages hung with elaborate ribbons. One contains a crow, who croaks a crude swear at Baldar as she passes.
Bendrak finds a tasty breakfast of roast rabbit and spoon bread.
Harrow collects his dolls and finds a fiddler – a teenage boy playing and selling homemade fiddles from scrap metal for a silver piece each. Harrow knows most of the choruses being sung, if not the many, many verses.
Although Harrow knows much of the history of this place, the rest of you learn bits and pieces about their Covenant gods, the region, and the early history of Godsbreath. (You may have advantage on History checks about Godsbreath for the remainder of this adventure.)
For a bright, warm morning navigating a strange land nursing mild hangovers, this is a lively, colorful, and almost intoxicating festival. The song, the dancing, the smells, and the fascinating wares make for a delightful morning excursion.
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Walt smiles, considers her offer and replies ”I’d like that very much. It’s a deal!”
He hands over another 7cp to the vendor and watches her work on his doll. He admires her focus, attention to detail and skill. As he watches her work, he thinks back on all that he’s learned of the city. He focuses in on the name Promise, trying to dig out any details on the city and what these dolls might signify. And why one might want a doll in their own likeness.
Baldar admires the craftsmanship of the birdcages but it is most certainly not her style of Smithing. After perusing some more of the stalls she buys a spicy kebab and returns to her traveling companions, tearing at the food with her teeth as she walks.
"Thanks fer inviting me, I needed ta get outta me own head fer a while. Before we leave, I'd like ta find a village elder or such like. Someone who knows of all the comings and goings in Godsbreath if ya know what I mean."
Tuuli skips up to Walt, a little breathless. “Thank you!” she says, taking her pack back. “I haven’t danced like that in a long time. What’s she making for you?” She peers over his shoulder. Lucky is riding on her shoulder, where she’s stuffed some cloth for him to grip. He’s almost lost in her hair.
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Walt see’s Baldar making their way back to the group and flags her down with a friendly wave.
“Hello there, are we enjoying the festival so far? I see you found a tasty bite to eat.” Walt says, smiling at Baldar. “And the pleasure is all ours. It’s good to have you and Bendrak along for the journey. I like your idea of finding an elder who can share some knowledge on the region. I know Harrow is quite familiar with Godsbreath as well. Perhaps he can answer some of your questions or maybe even know someone we can speak with?”
Just then Tuuli strolls up and takes her pack from Walt’s arm. “She’s making me one of these dolls” Walt says to Tuuli as he pulls out the doll with the bright orange shirt that he purchased earlier. “Isn’t it precious? She offered to make one that looks like me! That’s what she’s working on right now.”
“I might be wrong, but I seem to remember hearing something or other about these dolls. Pardon me, I have a bit of a foggy brain. If I can’t remember, perhaps we can ask around town.”
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Pronouns: he/him/his
Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
Within a few minutes, the doll vendor prepares and produces for Walt a new straw doll with a piece of grey felt for a beard, together with a little cloth hood, backpack, and a thin sliver of hardwood for a quarterstaff. It's cute and cleverly made. From what he understands, the dolls are a popular local craft and nothing more. A small-statured woman in a yellow dress passing by spots the doll and then eyes Walt, and suppresses a laugh.
As the crowd begins another verse of the Awakening Song, four people wearing the garb of farm folk wander into your midst. Rather than singing, they stare blankly. Then they surge forward into the celebrants, raising rusty, bladed farming implements aggressively. The festival-goers closest to the strange farmers panic and begin to flee.
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Walt is absolutely amazed at the the little Walt doll. He's at a loss for words. He thanks the vendor profusely and hands her a silver piece on top of what he's already paid. Just then, he hears cries and screams from the crowd as utter chaos breaks out.
Walt looks towards the scattering crowd, trying to figure out what's going on. He doesn't know what's happening, but he knows it's no longer safe for he and his friends. He turns back to the doll vendor and exclaims "Run! Run away from town!" and then he turns, locks eyes with Tuuli and Bendrak and shouts "Follow me!" as he turns and runs into the fray. Walt will reach into his possibles pouch, grasps 3 stones in his hand and casts Magic Stone as a bonus action.
Walt see's the initial four farmer folk, but he wants to quickly scan the crowd for more people wearing the same attire wielding rusty equipment.
Then...he will move into position 40-50ft away from the four farmer folk. He will will cast Entangle positioned on the farmer folk. If all four are within 20 ft of each other, he will cast in a manner so that all four are affected by the spell. All 4 need to make a DC13 strength save or be restrained.
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Pronouns: he/him/his
Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
Most of the crowd quickly flees, including the dollmaker, who spills a basket of dolls into the dirt as she rushes away.
Walt sees only four farmers attacking the festival-goers. Their eyes swirl with crimson, resembling bloody, unshed teardrops. They swing wildly at the crowd with sharp, rusty scythes and broad hatchets.
"Mr. Cato! Mr. Cato! What's wrong?" shouts the woman in the yellow dress to one of the red-eyed men, but the farmer only swings at her with a scythe in response.
Walt backs away and unleashes his spell. Vines sprout from the dirt, grasping with leafy tentacles at the crazed farmers: DC13 Strength checks or be restrained: Farmer #1 (Mr. Cato): 4 Farmer #2: 2 Farmer #3: 7 Farmer #4: 3
The farmers now eye the party and try to lunge at you. Except for Walt, you all are about 10-15 feet away, and outside the tangle of reaching vines.
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Lucky scampers within five feet of the boots of the farmer who remains unentangled. Bendrak charges the same farmer, and tries to shove him to the ground.
The wiry old man tries to twist out of Bendrak's way: DC 8 Acrobatics check to avoid falling prone:6
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You hear it before you see it. Distant music behind a cluster of modest buildings.
Turning the corner into a long straightaway of tidy one-story buildings, you find the streets are alive with people, color, and vibrant music. The people of Godsbreath have skin tones ranging from the medium brown of copper to the near black of ebony, and most have tightly coiled dark-brown hair. They are all human – Tuuli and Baldar seem to be the only nonhumans here.
There are colorful festival stalls set up on both sides of the narrow street. Vendors sell local crafts, musical instruments, and delicious-smelling street foods. One of the first vendors you approach sells small straw dolls wearing colorful shirts and dresses (5 cp each).
Throughout the crowd, musicians play instruments of many kinds. Everyone is singing. Their performances meld together as passersby join in during choruses. The song appears to be a recounting of the history of the land of Godsbreath. Harrow knows this call-and-response song to be the Awakening Song.
The festival continues far down the street, and down the side streets. The whole town is in celebration.
Well. Tuuli laughs in delight, and handing her pack off to anyone (in the party) who will take it, she scoops up her cat and begins dancing and spinning, hair flying.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Walt takes the pack and slings it over his shoulder, still unsure of what's to follow. But then he see's it. He smiles as Tuuli dances and swirls with lucky. He marvels at her hair as it seems to move with the music.
He makes a poor attempt to move and sway his hips with the tunes as continues whittling away at the piece of wood he picked up earlier this morning. In short time, he's made quite a bit of progress on his creation. It's beginning to take on the shape of some sort of utensil. Perhaps a spoon or a knife. He's focusing in on the decorative handle as he shimmies his way towards the stall selling the straw dolls.
"Good mornin. Oh my, these dolls are adorable." Walt pauses to search the selection. He's eyeing a doll with a bright, colorful orange shirt. "Might I have that one there? That one with the beautiful orange shirt. Thank you very much." He'll happily hand over 5 cp to the vendor. "If I may, I was wondering what...Are these dolls? Do they represent anything of significance to the people of Godsbreath? They do look quite special"
Pronouns: he/him/his
Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
"Moradin's beard!" Baldar exclaims and she stands back and takes it all in. "This looks amazing, don't it? I wonder if there be any artisan shops here." She wanders through the stalls focused mainly on trying to weave her way through the crowd of taller folk without bumping any of them too harshly with her heavy armor and axe. She does not join in the singing, fearing her thick dwarven accent would ruin the harmony. Instead she peruses the wares where she can, looking for any keen crafters or smiths.
Harrow hums the melody as he wanders with his friends. He doesn't dance, but now and then, when he catches a part that he knows, he sings along, his rich baritone blending into the crowdsong. He looks around at the musical instruments for sale, wondering if he should purchase something, perhaps as a gift. He does buy three of the straw dolls when he notices Walt making his purchase -- Harrow's doll wears a nice purple shirt, and he gets one with a green shirt and one with a blue dress-- and he waits to hear the answer to Walt's question.
(OOC: I edited my post to say I bought three dolls, so I made sure to adjust my currency accordingly!)
Bendrak joins in the song heartily as he can work it out, but keeps a wary eye on the crowds and vendors, stopping only to sample whatever street foods look most familiar.
The vendor, a young woman in a bright red outfit, takes Walt's coins.
"A tradition of Promise," she replies. "I can make one to look just like you! Only seven copper pieces!"
It doesn't take long for Baldar to find a fine silversmith - mostly jewelry - as well as a blacksmith selling wrought iron birdcages hung with elaborate ribbons. One contains a crow, who croaks a crude swear at Baldar as she passes.
Bendrak finds a tasty breakfast of roast rabbit and spoon bread.
Harrow collects his dolls and finds a fiddler – a teenage boy playing and selling homemade fiddles from scrap metal for a silver piece each. Harrow knows most of the choruses being sung, if not the many, many verses.
Although Harrow knows much of the history of this place, the rest of you learn bits and pieces about their Covenant gods, the region, and the early history of Godsbreath. (You may have advantage on History checks about Godsbreath for the remainder of this adventure.)
For a bright, warm morning navigating a strange land nursing mild hangovers, this is a lively, colorful, and almost intoxicating festival. The song, the dancing, the smells, and the fascinating wares make for a delightful morning excursion.
Walt smiles, considers her offer and replies ”I’d like that very much. It’s a deal!”
He hands over another 7cp to the vendor and watches her work on his doll. He admires her focus, attention to detail and skill. As he watches her work, he thinks back on all that he’s learned of the city. He focuses in on the name Promise, trying to dig out any details on the city and what these dolls might signify. And why one might want a doll in their own likeness.
history check: 18
Pronouns: he/him/his
Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
Baldar admires the craftsmanship of the birdcages but it is most certainly not her style of Smithing. After perusing some more of the stalls she buys a spicy kebab and returns to her traveling companions, tearing at the food with her teeth as she walks.
"Thanks fer inviting me, I needed ta get outta me own head fer a while. Before we leave, I'd like ta find a village elder or such like. Someone who knows of all the comings and goings in Godsbreath if ya know what I mean."
Tuuli skips up to Walt, a little breathless. “Thank you!” she says, taking her pack back. “I haven’t danced like that in a long time. What’s she making for you?” She peers over his shoulder. Lucky is riding on her shoulder, where she’s stuffed some cloth for him to grip. He’s almost lost in her hair.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Walt see’s Baldar making their way back to the group and flags her down with a friendly wave.
“Hello there, are we enjoying the festival so far? I see you found a tasty bite to eat.” Walt says, smiling at Baldar. “And the pleasure is all ours. It’s good to have you and Bendrak along for the journey. I like your idea of finding an elder who can share some knowledge on the region. I know Harrow is quite familiar with Godsbreath as well. Perhaps he can answer some of your questions or maybe even know someone we can speak with?”
Just then Tuuli strolls up and takes her pack from Walt’s arm. “She’s making me one of these dolls” Walt says to Tuuli as he pulls out the doll with the bright orange shirt that he purchased earlier. “Isn’t it precious? She offered to make one that looks like me! That’s what she’s working on right now.”
“I might be wrong, but I seem to remember hearing something or other about these dolls. Pardon me, I have a bit of a foggy brain. If I can’t remember, perhaps we can ask around town.”
Pronouns: he/him/his
Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
Within a few minutes, the doll vendor prepares and produces for Walt a new straw doll with a piece of grey felt for a beard, together with a little cloth hood, backpack, and a thin sliver of hardwood for a quarterstaff. It's cute and cleverly made. From what he understands, the dolls are a popular local craft and nothing more. A small-statured woman in a yellow dress passing by spots the doll and then eyes Walt, and suppresses a laugh.
As the crowd begins another verse of the Awakening Song, four people wearing the garb of farm folk wander into your midst. Rather than singing, they stare blankly. Then they surge forward into the celebrants, raising rusty, bladed farming implements aggressively. The festival-goers closest to the strange farmers panic and begin to flee.
Walt is absolutely amazed at the the little Walt doll. He's at a loss for words. He thanks the vendor profusely and hands her a silver piece on top of what he's already paid. Just then, he hears cries and screams from the crowd as utter chaos breaks out.
Walt looks towards the scattering crowd, trying to figure out what's going on. He doesn't know what's happening, but he knows it's no longer safe for he and his friends. He turns back to the doll vendor and exclaims "Run! Run away from town!" and then he turns, locks eyes with Tuuli and Bendrak and shouts "Follow me!" as he turns and runs into the fray. Walt will reach into his possibles pouch, grasps 3 stones in his hand and casts Magic Stone as a bonus action.
Walt see's the initial four farmer folk, but he wants to quickly scan the crowd for more people wearing the same attire wielding rusty equipment.
Perception check 20
IF...Walt doesn't see any more threats...
Then...he will move into position 40-50ft away from the four farmer folk. He will will cast Entangle positioned on the farmer folk. If all four are within 20 ft of each other, he will cast in a manner so that all four are affected by the spell. All 4 need to make a DC13 strength save or be restrained.
Pronouns: he/him/his
Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
Most of the crowd quickly flees, including the dollmaker, who spills a basket of dolls into the dirt as she rushes away.
Walt sees only four farmers attacking the festival-goers. Their eyes swirl with crimson, resembling bloody, unshed teardrops. They swing wildly at the crowd with sharp, rusty scythes and broad hatchets.
"Mr. Cato! Mr. Cato! What's wrong?" shouts the woman in the yellow dress to one of the red-eyed men, but the farmer only swings at her with a scythe in response.
Walt backs away and unleashes his spell. Vines sprout from the dirt, grasping with leafy tentacles at the crazed farmers:
DC13 Strength checks or be restrained:
Farmer #1 (Mr. Cato): 4
Farmer #2: 2
Farmer #3: 7
Farmer #4: 3
The farmers now eye the party and try to lunge at you. Except for Walt, you all are about 10-15 feet away, and outside the tangle of reaching vines.
Everyone roll initiative!
Initiative:
Farmers: 15
Bendrak
Initiative: 11
He charges at any attacker that isn't restrained and shoves one to the ground, hoping a little jolt will knock some sense into them.
Athletics: 23 (vs. Athletics or Acrobatics to avoid falling prone)
Initiative: 5
Pronouns: he/him/his
Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
Initiative:
Bendrak - 9
Farmers - 9
Walt - 5
Harrow - 18
Baldar - 7
Woman in yellow - 7
Tuuli -
Tuuli’s initiative: 4
Lucky’s initiative: 10
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Lucky scampers down off Tuuli’s shoulder and races towards the possessed farmer who remains in-entrapped. As close as he can get.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Lucky scampers within five feet of the boots of the farmer who remains unentangled.
Bendrak charges the same farmer, and tries to shove him to the ground.
The wiry old man tries to twist out of Bendrak's way:
DC 8 Acrobatics check to avoid falling prone: 6