Thurodim gives the barkeep an appreciative grunt and a nod, taking a seat at the table, having some trouble to pick up the small glass and raising it as the others sit down. "To the team for a battle well fought, and to Ilithir for slaying the peryton and for surviving his first crash." He rumbles, smiling at the silver-haired elf before quickly downing it's amber liquid.
(Suggest we go for the long rest, no real hurry now as far as I can tell :-)
Mala picks up the glass and drinks it down in one gulp. "Here's to Illithir for taking the brunt of the beast's fury." She firmly sets the glass back down and stands. "And now, sleep." She heads off towards her room without another word.
After drinking up, Thurodim grunts a thanks to the barkeep as he collects a key to a room upstairs and goes to rest, sleeping heavily, dreaming of battles with great monsters having the decency to stay on the ground and fight him.
Faera sips at the drink that the barkeep gave them, but does refill it once. She enjoys the heat as it radiates through her body. But after that, she heads up, knowing tomorrow was going to be an interesting day. At least she hoped.
It took Ilithir a moment to understand the fight had ended. The elf had failed to notice the vital energy his curses made flow through his body as the flying horror was defeated. It were Ghurr words that brought him back to reality. He raised his hand still in a daze. The bugbear’s magic had him practically restored to full force.
“Oh, after this I am basically unhurt. Thank you.” The spellcaster said just before Thurodim spoke. “You don’t need to apologize. It was a flying enemy, and no one could have really stopped it. Not before it had hit me. Everyone did a great job. You did a great job so don’t lower your head. Now I even have more dirty than wounds.”
He pointed to a single cut in one of his arms that although open didn’t bleed. By that point it was little more than a scratch. He is surprised by Faera’s comment and let out a shy smile. The villagers didn’t take long to approach.
As talks continued, Ilithir retreated in silence, focusing his mind into converting his stamina do perform further spells in the energy that allowed him release more Eldritch Blasts. By the time he had finished the group was being laured as heroes and offered drinks.
“I say to each and every one of you, that planned the watch, risked acting as bait and fought with bravery and honor. Who brought the creature pain and without each I wouldn’t be here. May this be the first of many victories.” After the toast, much like the others, he retreated to his room.
The rooms are simple, but comfortable. Ghurr and Thurodim may struggle to find a comfortable position - no special larger beds here - but eventually everyone drifts off into a well deserved sleep. It has been an interesting two days, and who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Faera, her meditation complete in the early morning, will be relieved to have had no strange dreams, her trance fully under her control. She hears the sounds of the town starting to come alive. Through the small window come exclamations, people who have heard the news and are hurrying to see the strange beast that lies dead in the fields. Perhaps you allow your trance to last a little longer than normal, to fully combat the exhaustion you felt coming on last night, but even then know you are up long before the others will rise. Will you make your way down by yourself, or wait until there are signs the others are waking?
As he eventually wakes up from his slightly uncomfortable sleep, Thurodim washes up and goes downstairs, ordering a huge breakfast, eating slowly and drinking several cups of strong coffee while waiting for the others to arrive at the breakfast table.
Faera enjoys her long meditation, beyond her typical time due to the exertion spent on the giant flying beast. But when she does finish, she is too excited to spend the morning waiting on the others. She heads down to the breakfast area to see if any townsfolk are sitting around. If there are, she'll take a seat at a nearby table to see if anyone wants to chat, but doesn't start anything up herself. If no one is around, she'll grab a coffee and head out, take a little stroll around the area, but keeping close to the Inn.
Mala awakens, quickly dresses, and is soon downstairs. Just as Thurodim finishes his first cup of coffee she slips into a seat at the table with him. "The others aren't up yet?" she asks. As soon as someone passes by, she quickly orders a light breakfast. Then she turns to the half-orc again. "We probably should get headed to that tower as soon as we are all together."
"Yes, sun's been up long, would feel better when that tower is checked. No coincidence the flying beast came from that direction." Thurodim grunts back, taking big bite off a juicy sausage. "Faera's little bird should be able to help us find our way there."
Faera enjoys her long meditation, beyond her typical time due to the exertion spent on the giant flying beast. But when she does finish, she is too excited to spend the morning waiting on the others. She heads down to the breakfast area to see if any townsfolk are sitting around. If there are, she'll take a seat at a nearby table to see if anyone wants to chat, but doesn't start anything up herself. If no one is around, she'll grab a coffee and head out, take a little stroll around the area, but keeping close to the Inn.
Faera finds herself in fact the only person around in the tavern's main room, aside from a middle-aged woman behind the bar. The man from yesterday is not about. She serves you a coffee hastily, seeming eager to please. "Thank you," she says with a smile.
Heading out, you could technically stay close to the inn without going particularly far. You can hear activity from the direction of the fields, so head that way, passing a few people moving in the opposite direction carrying bundles wrapped in cloth, or bulging bags. They smile at you and say "Good morning," as you pass. Everyone is in a better mood today.
At the field you find a number of townsfolk harvesting the wheat, catching up on lost time, while various others have set about butchering the peryton. The meat is a dark red, and there is a lot of it. There is no possible way there will be time to eat it all fresh, though possibly they will cure and dry it. And no doubt in time the feathers, bones and teeth will become interesting conversation starters in people's homes. They are packing various parts up and carrying them away, the same as the people you passed on the way here.
Othri Jomal is there overseeing the hive of activity, and she waves you over. She clasps you by the shoulders. "You and your team have done a wonderful thing for this town, thank you!" she exclaims. Her face shows signs of tiredness, looking a little pale through the earthiness, and her eyes are rimmed red. She notices your concern and explains "I've been up all night, since I was woken with the news. I had to come and see for myself, after I took care of poor Darah, and Grieg, the injured man. Seeing this thing in real life, everything suddenly made sense. I believe this to be a peryton. I think I remember it from a bestiary back at the temple. I'll have to check, but I think they're supposed to live in mountains, high crags, that kind of thing. It's not a forest creature."
Ghurr's rumbling stomach wakens him from his slumber and after trying to pat down the messiest parts of his fur, he goes in search of the others and food. Finding Mala and Thurodim in the main room, he joins them.
As he digs into everything, he listens to the others talk.
"Why think angry flying deer pick this village?" Ghurr muses as he eats. "Hard to fly and hunt in forest. Think maybe it know harpies?"
"Don't know but I think it might have had it's roost in that tower, going there will give us answers."The massive half-orc grunts in response, emptying his third cup of coffee, then looking around for Faera and Ilithir.
"Why would it just be roosting in the tower? We're just checking it out to eliminate any possibility that something's going on there," Mala says. "It is clear though that these sorts of creatures must not normally live in this forest, or there would be far more tales of such happenings." It doesn't take her long to finish off her breakfast as the three of them are talking. "I wonder what's happened to Faera? I wouldn't expect her to still be sleeping."
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The massive half-orc shrugs. "It came from the direction of the tower. No coincidence I think. Maybe roost isn't in tower but there is a connection, I can feel it."He rumbles. "I'll go and knock on Faera's and Ilithir's doors, maybe I find them behind the same one." He chuckles, gets up, pays for his breakfast and heads upstairs, knocking on the doors mentioned. "Ready outside when you are."He grunts out at each of them before collecting his gear at his room, then going downstairs again, waiting outside for the others, ready to head over to that mysterious tower. Outside he takes in the view of a town hopefully somewhat more at ease than whne they arrived.
Faera greets those she meets along the way cheerfully as the mood of the town lifts her spirits as well. Have they accomplished their goal here in Soft's Rest already? Surely it couldn't have been that easy. But then again, why not?
As she sees Othri, she comes over as the earth genasi waves and grins up at her when she takes hold of Faera's shoulders and congratulates her team. "Othri, it is really good to see you. And I'm glad you were able to take care of the ones we were not able to save. I tried warning them, but I think I confused them more than anything, but that was all I could do when we were too far away to help those two. But at least the monster itself has been taken down." She looks at Othri once she talks about the peryton, the information seeping in, "Not a forest creature? Then I wonder why it was here? This isn't the first time we've run into creatures that were attacking in an area that was not typical for them. I think we are heading to the tower next. Please, I would ask you to join me and see the rest of the team, but you obviously need rest. I will forward on your congratulations to the rest. I'm sure we'll come find you later."
As she heads back to the Inn, her recent thoughts were troubling her. The harpies were made to go off course to attack, did the same thing happen here? As she reaches the Inn, she runs into Thurodim. "Hey there! Where's the rest of the group? I ran into Othri, she's been up all night dealing with the attacked."
Thurodim breaks out in something that could be a smile as he sees Faera coming back to the inn. "Othri is good but needs rest now then. Mala and Ghurr are having breakfast, not seen Ilithir yet but maybe he's tired still. I'm ready to go, had a big breakfast and need some exercise now, a walk to the tower would be good." He says cheerily. "Do you think your bird can find that tower for us? Should not be hard to spot for him?"He asks with a gentle rumble.
Ghurr nods along happily with the talk about whether or not the tower might be involved.
"Flying angry deer shouldn't be anywhere. At least tower give good view of air, yes?" Ghurr says as he finishes his breakfast and heads outside to join Thurodim.
“I agree with checking the tower.” He said approaching the group with a bread and a mug of honeyed milk in hands. Once again, the elf had taken a light meal to start the day. “I have never seen something like that creature, but it reminded me about stories of chimeras made by magic. And if that is the case, if that was made, then we can find something on the direction it came from.” He could not help but think of the seneschal. Could the man have sent a mage to command the monster? It certainly would help ruining Landgrave’s reputation. “There is also the possibility of the thing had a literal nest by there. Leaving a new deer gryphon thing alone could led to a reprise of events.” Saying that the silver haired drank the remaining of the pint and left on the table. “Ready to go when you are.”
Ilithir continued to nibble at his bread, as if to say in his silence that he could finish the meal as they walked. The strangest thing was that not only he was healed, but his clothes were impeccable. The same clothes that on the night before everyone had seen teared by the claws and antlers of the flying horror, soaked on his blood.
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Thurodim gives the barkeep an appreciative grunt and a nod, taking a seat at the table, having some trouble to pick up the small glass and raising it as the others sit down. "To the team for a battle well fought, and to Ilithir for slaying the peryton and for surviving his first crash." He rumbles, smiling at the silver-haired elf before quickly downing it's amber liquid.
(Suggest we go for the long rest, no real hurry now as far as I can tell :-)
Mala picks up the glass and drinks it down in one gulp. "Here's to Illithir for taking the brunt of the beast's fury." She firmly sets the glass back down and stands. "And now, sleep." She heads off towards her room without another word.
(I'd say long rest too.)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard ||
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Ghurr sniffs at the drink, shrugs and knocks it back then smiles at the heat of it radiating in his chest.
(Vote for the 10am wake up call and the long rest)
After drinking up, Thurodim grunts a thanks to the barkeep as he collects a key to a room upstairs and goes to rest, sleeping heavily, dreaming of battles with great monsters having the decency to stay on the ground and fight him.
Faera sips at the drink that the barkeep gave them, but does refill it once. She enjoys the heat as it radiates through her body. But after that, she heads up, knowing tomorrow was going to be an interesting day. At least she hoped.
(Long rest)
It took Ilithir a moment to understand the fight had ended. The elf had failed to notice the vital energy his curses made flow through his body as the flying horror was defeated. It were Ghurr words that brought him back to reality. He raised his hand still in a daze. The bugbear’s magic had him practically restored to full force.
“Oh, after this I am basically unhurt. Thank you.” The spellcaster said just before Thurodim spoke. “You don’t need to apologize. It was a flying enemy, and no one could have really stopped it. Not before it had hit me. Everyone did a great job. You did a great job so don’t lower your head. Now I even have more dirty than wounds.”
He pointed to a single cut in one of his arms that although open didn’t bleed. By that point it was little more than a scratch. He is surprised by Faera’s comment and let out a shy smile. The villagers didn’t take long to approach.
As talks continued, Ilithir retreated in silence, focusing his mind into converting his stamina do perform further spells in the energy that allowed him release more Eldritch Blasts. By the time he had finished the group was being laured as heroes and offered drinks.
“I say to each and every one of you, that planned the watch, risked acting as bait and fought with bravery and honor. Who brought the creature pain and without each I wouldn’t be here. May this be the first of many victories.” After the toast, much like the others, he retreated to his room.
The rooms are simple, but comfortable. Ghurr and Thurodim may struggle to find a comfortable position - no special larger beds here - but eventually everyone drifts off into a well deserved sleep. It has been an interesting two days, and who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Faera, her meditation complete in the early morning, will be relieved to have had no strange dreams, her trance fully under her control. She hears the sounds of the town starting to come alive. Through the small window come exclamations, people who have heard the news and are hurrying to see the strange beast that lies dead in the fields. Perhaps you allow your trance to last a little longer than normal, to fully combat the exhaustion you felt coming on last night, but even then know you are up long before the others will rise. Will you make your way down by yourself, or wait until there are signs the others are waking?
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
As he eventually wakes up from his slightly uncomfortable sleep, Thurodim washes up and goes downstairs, ordering a huge breakfast, eating slowly and drinking several cups of strong coffee while waiting for the others to arrive at the breakfast table.
Faera enjoys her long meditation, beyond her typical time due to the exertion spent on the giant flying beast. But when she does finish, she is too excited to spend the morning waiting on the others. She heads down to the breakfast area to see if any townsfolk are sitting around. If there are, she'll take a seat at a nearby table to see if anyone wants to chat, but doesn't start anything up herself. If no one is around, she'll grab a coffee and head out, take a little stroll around the area, but keeping close to the Inn.
Mala awakens, quickly dresses, and is soon downstairs. Just as Thurodim finishes his first cup of coffee she slips into a seat at the table with him. "The others aren't up yet?" she asks. As soon as someone passes by, she quickly orders a light breakfast. Then she turns to the half-orc again. "We probably should get headed to that tower as soon as we are all together."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard ||
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"Yes, sun's been up long, would feel better when that tower is checked. No coincidence the flying beast came from that direction." Thurodim grunts back, taking big bite off a juicy sausage. "Faera's little bird should be able to help us find our way there."
Faera finds herself in fact the only person around in the tavern's main room, aside from a middle-aged woman behind the bar. The man from yesterday is not about. She serves you a coffee hastily, seeming eager to please. "Thank you," she says with a smile.
Heading out, you could technically stay close to the inn without going particularly far. You can hear activity from the direction of the fields, so head that way, passing a few people moving in the opposite direction carrying bundles wrapped in cloth, or bulging bags. They smile at you and say "Good morning," as you pass. Everyone is in a better mood today.
At the field you find a number of townsfolk harvesting the wheat, catching up on lost time, while various others have set about butchering the peryton. The meat is a dark red, and there is a lot of it. There is no possible way there will be time to eat it all fresh, though possibly they will cure and dry it. And no doubt in time the feathers, bones and teeth will become interesting conversation starters in people's homes. They are packing various parts up and carrying them away, the same as the people you passed on the way here.
Othri Jomal is there overseeing the hive of activity, and she waves you over. She clasps you by the shoulders. "You and your team have done a wonderful thing for this town, thank you!" she exclaims. Her face shows signs of tiredness, looking a little pale through the earthiness, and her eyes are rimmed red. She notices your concern and explains "I've been up all night, since I was woken with the news. I had to come and see for myself, after I took care of poor Darah, and Grieg, the injured man. Seeing this thing in real life, everything suddenly made sense. I believe this to be a peryton. I think I remember it from a bestiary back at the temple. I'll have to check, but I think they're supposed to live in mountains, high crags, that kind of thing. It's not a forest creature."
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Ghurr's rumbling stomach wakens him from his slumber and after trying to pat down the messiest parts of his fur, he goes in search of the others and food. Finding Mala and Thurodim in the main room, he joins them.
As he digs into everything, he listens to the others talk.
"Why think angry flying deer pick this village?" Ghurr muses as he eats. "Hard to fly and hunt in forest. Think maybe it know harpies?"
"Don't know but I think it might have had it's roost in that tower, going there will give us answers." The massive half-orc grunts in response, emptying his third cup of coffee, then looking around for Faera and Ilithir.
"Why would it just be roosting in the tower? We're just checking it out to eliminate any possibility that something's going on there," Mala says. "It is clear though that these sorts of creatures must not normally live in this forest, or there would be far more tales of such happenings." It doesn't take her long to finish off her breakfast as the three of them are talking. "I wonder what's happened to Faera? I wouldn't expect her to still be sleeping."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard ||
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
The massive half-orc shrugs. "It came from the direction of the tower. No coincidence I think. Maybe roost isn't in tower but there is a connection, I can feel it." He rumbles. "I'll go and knock on Faera's and Ilithir's doors, maybe I find them behind the same one." He chuckles, gets up, pays for his breakfast and heads upstairs, knocking on the doors mentioned. "Ready outside when you are." He grunts out at each of them before collecting his gear at his room, then going downstairs again, waiting outside for the others, ready to head over to that mysterious tower. Outside he takes in the view of a town hopefully somewhat more at ease than whne they arrived.
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Faera greets those she meets along the way cheerfully as the mood of the town lifts her spirits as well. Have they accomplished their goal here in Soft's Rest already? Surely it couldn't have been that easy. But then again, why not?
As she sees Othri, she comes over as the earth genasi waves and grins up at her when she takes hold of Faera's shoulders and congratulates her team. "Othri, it is really good to see you. And I'm glad you were able to take care of the ones we were not able to save. I tried warning them, but I think I confused them more than anything, but that was all I could do when we were too far away to help those two. But at least the monster itself has been taken down." She looks at Othri once she talks about the peryton, the information seeping in, "Not a forest creature? Then I wonder why it was here? This isn't the first time we've run into creatures that were attacking in an area that was not typical for them. I think we are heading to the tower next. Please, I would ask you to join me and see the rest of the team, but you obviously need rest. I will forward on your congratulations to the rest. I'm sure we'll come find you later."
As she heads back to the Inn, her recent thoughts were troubling her. The harpies were made to go off course to attack, did the same thing happen here? As she reaches the Inn, she runs into Thurodim. "Hey there! Where's the rest of the group? I ran into Othri, she's been up all night dealing with the attacked."
Thurodim breaks out in something that could be a smile as he sees Faera coming back to the inn. "Othri is good but needs rest now then. Mala and Ghurr are having breakfast, not seen Ilithir yet but maybe he's tired still. I'm ready to go, had a big breakfast and need some exercise now, a walk to the tower would be good." He says cheerily. "Do you think your bird can find that tower for us? Should not be hard to spot for him?" He asks with a gentle rumble.
Ghurr nods along happily with the talk about whether or not the tower might be involved.
"Flying angry deer shouldn't be anywhere. At least tower give good view of air, yes?" Ghurr says as he finishes his breakfast and heads outside to join Thurodim.
He waves at Faera when he sees her too.
(Ready to head to the tower when everyone is)
“I agree with checking the tower.” He said approaching the group with a bread and a mug of honeyed milk in hands. Once again, the elf had taken a light meal to start the day. “I have never seen something like that creature, but it reminded me about stories of chimeras made by magic. And if that is the case, if that was made, then we can find something on the direction it came from.” He could not help but think of the seneschal. Could the man have sent a mage to command the monster? It certainly would help ruining Landgrave’s reputation. “There is also the possibility of the thing had a literal nest by there. Leaving a new deer gryphon thing alone could led to a reprise of events.” Saying that the silver haired drank the remaining of the pint and left on the table. “Ready to go when you are.”
Ilithir continued to nibble at his bread, as if to say in his silence that he could finish the meal as they walked. The strangest thing was that not only he was healed, but his clothes were impeccable. The same clothes that on the night before everyone had seen teared by the claws and antlers of the flying horror, soaked on his blood.