He ran as fast as he could, but by the time Ilithir reached his colleagues the fight had already finished. Without reason to release his spell he simply let its energy go, dissipate in the Weave. As the enemy, a troll, all seemed to agree, refused to stay dead Faera shouted what they must do – put the creature on flames. The elf reached for his backpack and took from it a torch and a tinderbox. From the box he got a small piece of cloth soaked in oil and placed it over the wood. Seizing a piece of fire steel and a flint, he hit the metal with the sharp edge of the rock, both over the fabric. Sparks flew into the textile, turning into flames and taking hold of the kindling.
“I say Ghurr is right. We take the body outside and burn it whole.” He then look at wounded fighters. “Before that and assuming this one wakes up again, do you think we should try get any information out of him? It may be a stretch, but he seems like a wildland dweller. Slim as it may be there is a slim chance two-heads know what is attacking Soft Rest. Or at least what could leave the marks on the bodies.”Maybe, the silver haired though for a moment, he is the creature. Or one of them. “Anyhow, who needs healing the most?”
(I'm not sure the rules of hitting a creature that is unconscious? Is it an automatic crit? I'm just going to roll with advantage and DM can take it from there)
Attack: 14 Damage: 11
Attacks against unconscious creatures have advantage, but ranged attacks against prone creatures are at disadvantage. So I'd say the Fire Bolt evens out to a single roll, which you actually did make rather than rolling with advantage. Technically you missed... But because I've been lax at responding over the weekend and events have moved on, plus you were only one off (AC 15), I'm content to say that you hit the troll with the spell, and move the story forward.
The mote of fire from Faera's spell flies across the stable, small as a firefly and so fast the eye almost can't catch it. It sinks into the troll's side, and as it does the skin crisps, and the fat bubbles. Green liquid oozes out from the hole, much more fluid than the thick coagulant which has been filling the wounds up to this point. The two legs, which had begun worming their way towards the troll's body again, suddenly drop to the floor, and remain still.
You stand around the corpse of a two-headed troll and of a very dead horse, weapons raised just in case, Illithir ready with his makeshift torch.
Diggory looks up and sees Ghurr at the entrance to the stall in which he's hiding. "Oh... oh thank the gods! Is it really dead? It must have already been in here, in the end stall, when I came in to sort a stall for the horses. When I went to get them I just saw it dragging that other poor horse out and I dived back in here. I haven't dared try to leave!"
"You did good Diggory." Thurodim turns and rumbles to their cart driver. "Better let us take care of things like...this." He adds, watching as the gluttonous two-headed troll dissolves at his big green feet. Still covered in it's and his own blood, the lumbering half-orc then slumps down to sit cross-legged and starts a low growling chant with his eyes closed, holding the Wolf's head cloak clasp in his big green hand to call upon the powers of his blood. (Ritually cast Speak with animals.) He will then ask the still living horses about what happened here before he arrived, using some hay to get them cooperative.
As the troll seems to have been properly defeated now, Mala relaxes a bit, though she still holds her blades in hand. "Thurodim's the one that's hurt," she says to Ilithir. "Perhaps Diggory if he got hit before we arrived." She glances back to the man, who at least at first glance seems fine to her.
As Thurondim is playing with his magic, Mala takes a look into the other stalls, seeing how the horses fare and to see whether there are any other sort of unexpected residents to the stable. (Perception: 15)
Illithir walks up to Thurodim and places his free hand on the half-orc. Thurodim feels a warmth around the hand, and your wounds feel less deep, less painful. (Gain 5hp) It doesn't seem like any magic you have seen Faera or Mala use before - no words said, no complicated gestures, no components. Just healing from him to you.
As Mala moves around the stable looking into stalls, she sees a number of jittery horses, frightened by the presence of the troll. They stamp their hooves and toss their heads. You see no other surprises waiting for you in the stalls or on the open second storey on which boxes and barrels are stored.
Thurodim Animal Handling: 13
The horses are still scared, and at first they are scared of you as well - a tall, green humanoid, in their mind there isn't much difference between you and the troll, especially covered in blood as you are. But as you speak to them and offer them food, they slowly calm down enough to speak with you a little, though their low intelligence (2) makes meaningful conversation difficult.
"Big, really big, grass-colour, two heads! So scary, want to run but can't, wood in the way, can't get away! Heard it walk, smash wood, other horse screamed, fought, it killed other horse, maybe kill me next! Can't hear it now though, dead? You kill it? Still smell it, smells so bad!" It snorts, as if trying to remove the scent of the troll from its nostrils. Asked about when the troll entered it would say "Still light, but start to get dark quickly. Get darker while eating other horse." As it was twilight when you arrived, the troll must have already been in the stable when you arrived, but not by much, probably less than half an hour.
As the ritual takes 10 minutes to cast, and it took a little time to convince the horses to speak with you, anything that other PCs do now will take place before/during your ritual and horse talk.
Thurodim explains with a few grunting neighs that the big two-headed grass-colored horse eater is in fact dead, trying to calm the horses best he can. "The troll broke in here before we arrived." He rumbles to the others, giving Ilithir an appreciative nod as he feels the warmth of the elf's peculiar healing magic, then looking down at himself. "I need a bath." He rumbles.
Ghurr looks around the stable, looking for broken boards or the like to suggest where the troll might have entered from. Walking through the main gates would have been brazen. He also pokes the tip of his glaive through the remains of the troll to see if there's anything noteworthy left behind.
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While the others are searching the stables and talking to animals, Faera heads over to Diggory to make sure he is alright. "Did you need anything? Man, you are so lucky the troll didn't see you. Very smart to hide in a stall. So strange how he was already in here, I hope there aren't any more." She says this last part to herself, and making sure the man is ok, she heads outside the stables, breathing in the cool night air. She looks around the area, trying to see if there is any other movement in the vicinity.
"Well, frightened horses but no more trouble it seems," Mala says. As she passes Thurodim she agrees with his assessment. "And yea, a bath's a good idea, and probably some rest to go wthi it," she says. Glancing about the stable, and seeing Faera already outside, she suggests, "Probably time to get back to the tavern. Or perhaps let the owner of this place know what happened."
Ghurr, you can't see any broken boards - the walls and doors are all in tact. The only obviously broken item there is the door to the stall from which the troll had found its horsey meal.
Faera, looking around the perimeter of the property, your elf eyes make use of what very little light there is, emanating from the lantern at the entrance to the stable. The perimeter fence is a boundary marker, certainly not meant for any kind of defence, but you think you can spot a gap in it to the north side of the tavern. Getting a little closer to investigate, you see that the fence has definitely been broken through, the roughly hewn boards stomped into the ground.
As you all make your way back to the inn, you see that the noises from the stable have attracted a small gathering at the door. Verity waits there anxiously, flanked by Darriel and the dwarf woman.
"What in creation is going on out here?" cries Verity. "All sorts of noises from my stable, what have you all been doing in there?"
"A two-headed troll broke in and ate one of the horses, we killed it, sorry about the mess."Thurodim rumbles back at Verity as he is heading back into the inn, Skullcleaver hoisted over his green muscled shoulder, walking with heavy steps as the adrelinaline surge has passed. "I need a bath." The massive half-orc says to the halfling proprietor as he passes her, motioning to his blood-covered frame.
He also pokes the tip of his glaive through the remains of the troll to see if there's anything noteworthy left behind.
Forgot about this, sorry.
Poking the body with the glaive just creates a cut from which more of the fast flowing blood pours. It wears only a dirty loincloth, and doesn't appear to have any other belongings.
You think your mother, talented alchemist, once mentioned troll blood while trying to keep your attention on her lessons, but whatever she said is long gone from your memory.
"A troll?!" says Verity in alarm. "A horse?! What?!" She dashes off to the stables to see for herself what has happened.
The dwarf woman seems to struggle with her thoughts for a second, but is unable to hold herself back. "You sure that hairy monster you're travelling with didn't just fancy a quick snack? Bugs'll eat a horse right out from under yer!" She stares daggers at Ghurr. You hear the scrape of a chair as her travelling companion suddenly stands to make her way to the door, a panicked look on her face.
Thurodim watches as Verity charges off to the stable. He shrugs his muscled shoulders realizing his bath will just have to wait.
It takes a moment for the massive half-orc to realize the dwarven woman is talking about his friend Ghurr, but then he frowns and stares down at her. "It was a troll, not my friend, go and see for yourself little lady." He rumbles with a stern look, motioning to the stables.
Some very light Intimidation to convince the bigot to be a bit more polite ;-): 24
Ghurr looks at the troll blood for a moment, wishing he’d paid more attention when his mother and father were talking about different potions and elixirs.
”Either make very sick or maybe not. Or both,” Ghurr muses.
He then follows the rest back to the inn. Ghurr frowns at the dwarf’s anger. He’s seen it before but it takes a moment still for him to realize it’s directed at him.
He just shakes his head at the thought of eating a horse like that.
”Not eat horse. Mum and dad mostly grow food. Sometimes maybe rabbits since so many. Has other bugbear eat horse you ride?”
The dwarf actually seems a little surprised at Ghurr addressing her personally, and at his vocabulary, limited though it is. Cowed at the presence of these two huge figures standing over her all she can say is "I've heard stories. I know what yer capable of." Her human companion appears swiftly beside her. "Please Gem, get back inside," she pleads quietly, "We can't afford to make a scene, not now we're so close." The dwarf leaves reluctantly, with one last "I'll be watching," at Ghurr, and returns towards her table.
"Sorry," says the human, bashfully. "She's uh, got a thing about Bugbears. Her brother was in the Bronzearms back in Dharbek, and his unit were ambushed by a gang of you... of them. He didn't make it back." She looks embarrassed. "I'm sure you're nice though, I mean... These folk are traveling with you, so you must be alright...I'd better get back." With a shy smile she also returns to the table.
Thurodim nods at Ghurr's polite response. The half-orc wished he had that calm about him whe offended. His curiosity is slightly peaked by the human companion's mention of being so close but he wasn't one to pry in other people's affairs. Instead he goes back inside the inn and back to his seat, sitting down heavily, taking a well-earned swig of dwarven ale from his tankard, waiting for his hot bath to be prepared.
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He puts out the torch as Faera’s cantrip seems to finish the creature. No chance to have it questioned. As Thurodim prepares his ritual, the elf focuses on further healing. Despite the warrior’s wounds things had ended well. No one had died, save from the horse that was not theirs. Doubts unanswered he follow the others on the way back to the win, only returning to reality when the dwarf woman spoke.
“Think a little more before speaking. If it was our friend, he would a little more bloodied and we wouldn’t return to the inn. Now I would suggest you become more careful with your words in the future. You know, a caravan with well-armed escorts means a patron with means. Imagine the consequences of offending someone connected to the local rulers.” His voice was cold, his face emotionless. “Consequences for you, your family and friends.”He turned his eyes towards Ghurr, unsure if it was kindness of naivete that made the hobgoblin indifferent her comment. “You are fortunate the big guy didn’t take offense.”
Between that and Thurodim’s intimidating posture he expected no one else would doubt their gentle giant. Someone would be a mount short and quite unhappy for that, but that was not his problem. What the Hells is happening in Soft Rest?
Notes: Healing word on Thurodim during his ritual.
Faera heads into the Inn as well and overhears the conversation with the dwarf. This saddens her and she recalls the comment Ghurr made when the three of them went to the gnomes shop earlier. The humans comment does peak her interest though and as she sits down with her new friends, she wants to try something..
With the commotion of everyone piling back into the Inn and finding their seats, Faera opens her cloak a bit and lets Oliver out. Being a tiny owl, he walks along the floor and tries his best not to get trampled amongst the others, but finds his way near the female dwarf and female human table. Faera sits down with her friends and once they have all settled, "So before all the action, I found out from that table over there, that they had just come from Soft's Rest. There is a curfew in place, the mayor has basically shut himself in his home and it seems there have been 5 killings. At least that is what they heard. Something about the chest being torn open? Anyways, thought you all would like to know. Right now if you'll excuse me, I'm going on a hunting expedition." And with that, she lays her head down and closes her eyes. She then transfers her sight and hearing to Oliver and starts spying on the two women.
He ran as fast as he could, but by the time Ilithir reached his colleagues the fight had already finished. Without reason to release his spell he simply let its energy go, dissipate in the Weave. As the enemy, a troll, all seemed to agree, refused to stay dead Faera shouted what they must do – put the creature on flames. The elf reached for his backpack and took from it a torch and a tinderbox. From the box he got a small piece of cloth soaked in oil and placed it over the wood. Seizing a piece of fire steel and a flint, he hit the metal with the sharp edge of the rock, both over the fabric. Sparks flew into the textile, turning into flames and taking hold of the kindling.
“I say Ghurr is right. We take the body outside and burn it whole.” He then look at wounded fighters. “Before that and assuming this one wakes up again, do you think we should try get any information out of him? It may be a stretch, but he seems like a wildland dweller. Slim as it may be there is a slim chance two-heads know what is attacking Soft Rest. Or at least what could leave the marks on the bodies.” Maybe, the silver haired though for a moment, he is the creature. Or one of them. “Anyhow, who needs healing the most?”
Notes: Ilithir uses his action to light a torch.
Attacks against unconscious creatures have advantage, but ranged attacks against prone creatures are at disadvantage. So I'd say the Fire Bolt evens out to a single roll, which you actually did make rather than rolling with advantage. Technically you missed... But because I've been lax at responding over the weekend and events have moved on, plus you were only one off (AC 15), I'm content to say that you hit the troll with the spell, and move the story forward.
The mote of fire from Faera's spell flies across the stable, small as a firefly and so fast the eye almost can't catch it. It sinks into the troll's side, and as it does the skin crisps, and the fat bubbles. Green liquid oozes out from the hole, much more fluid than the thick coagulant which has been filling the wounds up to this point. The two legs, which had begun worming their way towards the troll's body again, suddenly drop to the floor, and remain still.
You stand around the corpse of a two-headed troll and of a very dead horse, weapons raised just in case, Illithir ready with his makeshift torch.
Diggory looks up and sees Ghurr at the entrance to the stall in which he's hiding. "Oh... oh thank the gods! Is it really dead? It must have already been in here, in the end stall, when I came in to sort a stall for the horses. When I went to get them I just saw it dragging that other poor horse out and I dived back in here. I haven't dared try to leave!"
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"You did good Diggory." Thurodim turns and rumbles to their cart driver. "Better let us take care of things like...this." He adds, watching as the gluttonous two-headed troll dissolves at his big green feet. Still covered in it's and his own blood, the lumbering half-orc then slumps down to sit cross-legged and starts a low growling chant with his eyes closed, holding the Wolf's head cloak clasp in his big green hand to call upon the powers of his blood. (Ritually cast Speak with animals.) He will then ask the still living horses about what happened here before he arrived, using some hay to get them cooperative.
As the troll seems to have been properly defeated now, Mala relaxes a bit, though she still holds her blades in hand. "Thurodim's the one that's hurt," she says to Ilithir. "Perhaps Diggory if he got hit before we arrived." She glances back to the man, who at least at first glance seems fine to her.
As Thurondim is playing with his magic, Mala takes a look into the other stalls, seeing how the horses fare and to see whether there are any other sort of unexpected residents to the stable. (Perception: 15)
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Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
Illithir walks up to Thurodim and places his free hand on the half-orc. Thurodim feels a warmth around the hand, and your wounds feel less deep, less painful. (Gain 5hp) It doesn't seem like any magic you have seen Faera or Mala use before - no words said, no complicated gestures, no components. Just healing from him to you.
As Mala moves around the stable looking into stalls, she sees a number of jittery horses, frightened by the presence of the troll. They stamp their hooves and toss their heads. You see no other surprises waiting for you in the stalls or on the open second storey on which boxes and barrels are stored.
Thurodim Animal Handling: 13
The horses are still scared, and at first they are scared of you as well - a tall, green humanoid, in their mind there isn't much difference between you and the troll, especially covered in blood as you are. But as you speak to them and offer them food, they slowly calm down enough to speak with you a little, though their low intelligence (2) makes meaningful conversation difficult.
"Big, really big, grass-colour, two heads! So scary, want to run but can't, wood in the way, can't get away! Heard it walk, smash wood, other horse screamed, fought, it killed other horse, maybe kill me next! Can't hear it now though, dead? You kill it? Still smell it, smells so bad!" It snorts, as if trying to remove the scent of the troll from its nostrils. Asked about when the troll entered it would say "Still light, but start to get dark quickly. Get darker while eating other horse." As it was twilight when you arrived, the troll must have already been in the stable when you arrived, but not by much, probably less than half an hour.
As the ritual takes 10 minutes to cast, and it took a little time to convince the horses to speak with you, anything that other PCs do now will take place before/during your ritual and horse talk.
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DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Thurodim explains with a few grunting neighs that the big two-headed grass-colored horse eater is in fact dead, trying to calm the horses best he can. "The troll broke in here before we arrived." He rumbles to the others, giving Ilithir an appreciative nod as he feels the warmth of the elf's peculiar healing magic, then looking down at himself. "I need a bath." He rumbles.
Ghurr looks around the stable, looking for broken boards or the like to suggest where the troll might have entered from. Walking through the main gates would have been brazen. He also pokes the tip of his glaive through the remains of the troll to see if there's anything noteworthy left behind.
Perception if needed: 6
While the others are searching the stables and talking to animals, Faera heads over to Diggory to make sure he is alright. "Did you need anything? Man, you are so lucky the troll didn't see you. Very smart to hide in a stall. So strange how he was already in here, I hope there aren't any more." She says this last part to herself, and making sure the man is ok, she heads outside the stables, breathing in the cool night air. She looks around the area, trying to see if there is any other movement in the vicinity.
Perception 20
"Well, frightened horses but no more trouble it seems," Mala says. As she passes Thurodim she agrees with his assessment. "And yea, a bath's a good idea, and probably some rest to go wthi it," she says. Glancing about the stable, and seeing Faera already outside, she suggests, "Probably time to get back to the tavern. Or perhaps let the owner of this place know what happened."
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Ghurr, you can't see any broken boards - the walls and doors are all in tact. The only obviously broken item there is the door to the stall from which the troll had found its horsey meal.
Faera, looking around the perimeter of the property, your elf eyes make use of what very little light there is, emanating from the lantern at the entrance to the stable. The perimeter fence is a boundary marker, certainly not meant for any kind of defence, but you think you can spot a gap in it to the north side of the tavern. Getting a little closer to investigate, you see that the fence has definitely been broken through, the roughly hewn boards stomped into the ground.
As you all make your way back to the inn, you see that the noises from the stable have attracted a small gathering at the door. Verity waits there anxiously, flanked by Darriel and the dwarf woman.
"What in creation is going on out here?" cries Verity. "All sorts of noises from my stable, what have you all been doing in there?"
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"A two-headed troll broke in and ate one of the horses, we killed it, sorry about the mess." Thurodim rumbles back at Verity as he is heading back into the inn, Skullcleaver hoisted over his green muscled shoulder, walking with heavy steps as the adrelinaline surge has passed. "I need a bath." The massive half-orc says to the halfling proprietor as he passes her, motioning to his blood-covered frame.
Forgot about this, sorry.
Poking the body with the glaive just creates a cut from which more of the fast flowing blood pours. It wears only a dirty loincloth, and doesn't appear to have any other belongings.
You think your mother, talented alchemist, once mentioned troll blood while trying to keep your attention on her lessons, but whatever she said is long gone from your memory.
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DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"A troll?!" says Verity in alarm. "A horse?! What?!" She dashes off to the stables to see for herself what has happened.
The dwarf woman seems to struggle with her thoughts for a second, but is unable to hold herself back. "You sure that hairy monster you're travelling with didn't just fancy a quick snack? Bugs'll eat a horse right out from under yer!" She stares daggers at Ghurr. You hear the scrape of a chair as her travelling companion suddenly stands to make her way to the door, a panicked look on her face.
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DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Thurodim watches as Verity charges off to the stable. He shrugs his muscled shoulders realizing his bath will just have to wait.
It takes a moment for the massive half-orc to realize the dwarven woman is talking about his friend Ghurr, but then he frowns and stares down at her. "It was a troll, not my friend, go and see for yourself little lady." He rumbles with a stern look, motioning to the stables.
Some very light Intimidation to convince the bigot to be a bit more polite ;-): 24
Ghurr looks at the troll blood for a moment, wishing he’d paid more attention when his mother and father were talking about different potions and elixirs.
”Either make very sick or maybe not. Or both,” Ghurr muses.
He then follows the rest back to the inn. Ghurr frowns at the dwarf’s anger. He’s seen it before but it takes a moment still for him to realize it’s directed at him.
He just shakes his head at the thought of eating a horse like that.
”Not eat horse. Mum and dad mostly grow food. Sometimes maybe rabbits since so many. Has other bugbear eat horse you ride?”
The dwarf actually seems a little surprised at Ghurr addressing her personally, and at his vocabulary, limited though it is. Cowed at the presence of these two huge figures standing over her all she can say is "I've heard stories. I know what yer capable of." Her human companion appears swiftly beside her. "Please Gem, get back inside," she pleads quietly, "We can't afford to make a scene, not now we're so close." The dwarf leaves reluctantly, with one last "I'll be watching," at Ghurr, and returns towards her table.
"Sorry," says the human, bashfully. "She's uh, got a thing about Bugbears. Her brother was in the Bronzearms back in Dharbek, and his unit were ambushed by a gang of you... of them. He didn't make it back." She looks embarrassed. "I'm sure you're nice though, I mean... These folk are traveling with you, so you must be alright...I'd better get back." With a shy smile she also returns to the table.
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DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Thurodim nods at Ghurr's polite response. The half-orc wished he had that calm about him whe offended. His curiosity is slightly peaked by the human companion's mention of being so close but he wasn't one to pry in other people's affairs. Instead he goes back inside the inn and back to his seat, sitting down heavily, taking a well-earned swig of dwarven ale from his tankard, waiting for his hot bath to be prepared.
He puts out the torch as Faera’s cantrip seems to finish the creature. No chance to have it questioned. As Thurodim prepares his ritual, the elf focuses on further healing. Despite the warrior’s wounds things had ended well. No one had died, save from the horse that was not theirs. Doubts unanswered he follow the others on the way back to the win, only returning to reality when the dwarf woman spoke.
“Think a little more before speaking. If it was our friend, he would a little more bloodied and we wouldn’t return to the inn. Now I would suggest you become more careful with your words in the future. You know, a caravan with well-armed escorts means a patron with means. Imagine the consequences of offending someone connected to the local rulers.” His voice was cold, his face emotionless. “Consequences for you, your family and friends.” He turned his eyes towards Ghurr, unsure if it was kindness of naivete that made the hobgoblin indifferent her comment. “You are fortunate the big guy didn’t take offense.”
Between that and Thurodim’s intimidating posture he expected no one else would doubt their gentle giant. Someone would be a mount short and quite unhappy for that, but that was not his problem. What the Hells is happening in Soft Rest?
Notes: Healing word on Thurodim during his ritual.
Healing Word: 8
Faera heads into the Inn as well and overhears the conversation with the dwarf. This saddens her and she recalls the comment Ghurr made when the three of them went to the gnomes shop earlier. The humans comment does peak her interest though and as she sits down with her new friends, she wants to try something..
With the commotion of everyone piling back into the Inn and finding their seats, Faera opens her cloak a bit and lets Oliver out. Being a tiny owl, he walks along the floor and tries his best not to get trampled amongst the others, but finds his way near the female dwarf and female human table. Faera sits down with her friends and once they have all settled, "So before all the action, I found out from that table over there, that they had just come from Soft's Rest. There is a curfew in place, the mayor has basically shut himself in his home and it seems there have been 5 killings. At least that is what they heard. Something about the chest being torn open? Anyways, thought you all would like to know. Right now if you'll excuse me, I'm going on a hunting expedition." And with that, she lays her head down and closes her eyes. She then transfers her sight and hearing to Oliver and starts spying on the two women.
DM notes
Oliver stealth: 13
Gemina perception: 3
Tildy perception: 11
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos