Cyro gathers his concentration and heaves. He looks into the eyes of the opponents and grins at them with the look of ‘Don’t think you’ve won just yet. There’s more fight left in this gnome.’
The goliaths strain and heave. It’s understandable that Fro is as strong as they, but they’ve long since learned not to underestimate Cyro. The pair begin to sing a rousing, chanting battle hymn together. The tug of war is deadlocked! (They got an 87!!)
Showing incredible grit, Fro and Cyro don’t give another inch, and actually begin to gain back ground. Once that happens it’s all over: the momentum builds until the goliath pair is sent tumbling towards the center line. Fro and Cyro have won!
Captain Hightower declares Fro the champion of the games and presents her with the spyglass of fine workmanship.
That is what happened on the final day of your sea voyage. You remember it fondly as you arrive in Syrinlya. Fro, your victory is tempered by the feeling that the Frozen Woe is progressing within you. Your speed is reduced again, to 20 feet.
Now, arrived at Syrinlya, you have Orvo Mustave before you, smiling foolishly, ready to meet you and show you around the camp.
Fro hears Faloniir tell Orvo about our trip and our mission, then follows him where ever he leads. "Have you heard of the Salsvault?" She asks as they walk.
Orvo chuckles. “Heard of it? I’ve been there! Me and Urgon made the trek together, a hundred miles across remorhaz-infested tundra and the Thin Sheets. I’m not relishing making that journey again!! But I’d jump at a second chance to get into the Salsvault.”
"How long will it take us to get there?" Fro asks, "We need to get there, find the CR93 and get it back to Irven, Fenton, Honor, and Magic. We must hurry."
Orvo gives you a good once over and says, “Looks like they’re not the only ones that need the cure. As for how quickly, well, out there on the tundra ‘haste makes waste’ as they say. Besides, not sure how fast you can travel on a good day…? But to answer your question, at a reasonable pace it should take 10-14 days, depending on how often we have to give a wiiide berth to remorhaz lurkings.”
"Well, lets hope that they, and we." Fro looks at Cyro. "Can last that long, but that means we have absolutely no time to waste, how soon can we leave?"
Cyro says: “I cannot get lost in the arctic. I’ve learned how to travel it and survive in it longer than the average gnome.”
Cyro is correct because his favourite terrain is the artic and I quote: You have a favoured terrain type. Your proficiency bonus is doubled for proficient skills when you make an INT or WIS check related to it. While travelling for an hour or more in your chosen terrain, difficult terrain doesn’t slow your group’s travel, your group can’t become lost except by magical means, you remain alert to danger even when you are engaged in another activity, you can move stealthily at a normal pace (while alone), you find twice as much food while foraging, and while tracking creatures, you learn the exact number, sizes, and how long ago they passed through the area. PHB Page 91
"Well met, Faloniir, Cyro, Fro. Yes, Elro has explained to me some of your business. Thank you for filling me in."
Orvo gestures to the groups of dwarves and elves huddled and chatting around campfires. “They’re planning expeditions to find Aeor’s lost treasures,” he says. “That’s what this whole place is about. If you ain’t exploring, you ain’t banking gold.”
Icewalker and Wolfhunter have also disembarked and are now conversing with some of those groups, obviously looking for work.
Orvo continues, “We'll get going soon enough. Tomorrow, if you like. For now, let's rest. Get your land legs back under you. Make sure we've got the supplies we need."
He stops in front of a large fur-lined yurt. "You can stay here. Belonged to a fool rich elf named Bertron who came here looking for adventure. He found the inside of a yeti instead. Should be some food and the like in there. It’s yours now.”
Orvo gestures for you to enter, and the sound of wind and the biting cold die down as you go inside the yurt. A cold fire pit marks the center of the hide-covered floor. An open crate stands next to the door. It contains 50 days of rations, a 50-foot silk rope, a blanket, a grappling hook, a miner’s pick, and a book titled Adventure Sexy: Impress Potential Lovers with Great Deeds by Scanlan Shorthalt.
Fro goes to start a fire, She fumbles at it just a bit, but gets it going. "Never really had much need for fires til now. I do not like this cold thing."
She looks at the supplies. "We can all take 15 more days of rations, that is good. I'll carry the rope and the hook if you guys like." She smiles and tells Cyro. "You can have the book my good man, I have no need of impressing potential lovers."
Faloniir will take his share of the rations and lay out his bedroll. He'll toss the book onto it and if anyone says anything about it he'll mumble, "Seems an interesting read..."He'll finish getting settled in and turn to his companions, "Have either of you ever been this far north? Palebank Village was the furthest I'd ever been until now."
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Intimidation: 16 Performance: 19 Athletics: 9
Athletics: 14
Intimidation: 16
Performance: 11
More like it...
I added them up, that’s 87 for us.
Fro screams... "Come on Cyro... Puullll "
Cyro gathers his concentration and heaves. He looks into the eyes of the opponents and grins at them with the look of ‘Don’t think you’ve won just yet. There’s more fight left in this gnome.’
The goliaths strain and heave. It’s understandable that Fro is as strong as they, but they’ve long since learned not to underestimate Cyro. The pair begin to sing a rousing, chanting battle hymn together. The tug of war is deadlocked! (They got an 87!!)
Reroll!!
Athletics: 22
Intimidation : 20
Performance : 17
Hell to th yeah
Athletics: 18 Intimidation: 5 Performance: 3
98 I think!
(65 for goliaths)
Showing incredible grit, Fro and Cyro don’t give another inch, and actually begin to gain back ground. Once that happens it’s all over: the momentum builds until the goliath pair is sent tumbling towards the center line. Fro and Cyro have won!
Captain Hightower declares Fro the champion of the games and presents her with the spyglass of fine workmanship.
That is what happened on the final day of your sea voyage. You remember it fondly as you arrive in Syrinlya. Fro, your victory is tempered by the feeling that the Frozen Woe is progressing within you. Your speed is reduced again, to 20 feet.
Now, arrived at Syrinlya, you have Orvo Mustave before you, smiling foolishly, ready to meet you and show you around the camp.
Fro hears Faloniir tell Orvo about our trip and our mission, then follows him where ever he leads. "Have you heard of the Salsvault?" She asks as they walk.
Orvo chuckles. “Heard of it? I’ve been there! Me and Urgon made the trek together, a hundred miles across remorhaz-infested tundra and the Thin Sheets. I’m not relishing making that journey again!! But I’d jump at a second chance to get into the Salsvault.”
"How long will it take us to get there?" Fro asks, "We need to get there, find the CR93 and get it back to Irven, Fenton, Honor, and Magic. We must hurry."
Orvo gives you a good once over and says, “Looks like they’re not the only ones that need the cure. As for how quickly, well, out there on the tundra ‘haste makes waste’ as they say. Besides, not sure how fast you can travel on a good day…? But to answer your question, at a reasonable pace it should take 10-14 days, depending on how often we have to give a wiiide berth to remorhaz lurkings.”
"Well, lets hope that they, and we." Fro looks at Cyro. "Can last that long, but that means we have absolutely no time to waste, how soon can we leave?"
Cyro says: “I cannot get lost in the arctic. I’ve learned how to travel it and survive in it longer than the average gnome.”
Cyro is correct because his favourite terrain is the artic and I quote: You have a favoured terrain type. Your proficiency bonus is doubled for proficient skills when you make an INT or WIS check related to it. While travelling for an hour or more in your chosen terrain, difficult terrain doesn’t slow your group’s travel, your group can’t become lost except by magical means, you remain alert to danger even when you are engaged in another activity, you can move stealthily at a normal pace (while alone), you find twice as much food while foraging, and while tracking creatures, you learn the exact number, sizes, and how long ago they passed through the area. PHB Page 91
Orvo begins to show you around the camp.
"Well met, Faloniir, Cyro, Fro. Yes, Elro has explained to me some of your business. Thank you for filling me in."
Orvo gestures to the groups of dwarves and elves huddled and chatting around campfires. “They’re planning expeditions to find Aeor’s lost treasures,” he says. “That’s what this whole place is about. If you ain’t exploring, you ain’t banking gold.”
Icewalker and Wolfhunter have also disembarked and are now conversing with some of those groups, obviously looking for work.
Orvo continues, “We'll get going soon enough. Tomorrow, if you like. For now, let's rest. Get your land legs back under you. Make sure we've got the supplies we need."
He stops in front of a large fur-lined yurt. "You can stay here. Belonged to a fool rich elf named Bertron who came here looking for adventure. He found the inside of a yeti instead. Should be some food and the like in there. It’s yours now.”
Orvo gestures for you to enter, and the sound of wind and the biting cold die down as you go inside the yurt. A cold fire pit marks the center of the hide-covered floor. An open crate stands next to the door. It contains 50 days of rations, a 50-foot silk rope, a blanket, a grappling hook, a miner’s pick, and a book titled Adventure Sexy: Impress Potential Lovers with Great Deeds by Scanlan Shorthalt.
Fro goes to start a fire, She fumbles at it just a bit, but gets it going. "Never really had much need for fires til now. I do not like this cold thing."
She looks at the supplies. "We can all take 15 more days of rations, that is good. I'll carry the rope and the hook if you guys like." She smiles and tells Cyro. "You can have the book my good man, I have no need of impressing potential lovers."
“I do not need the book. I’ll take the miner’s pick and the grappling hook though. And what about the other 5 days of rations?”
Faloniir will take his share of the rations and lay out his bedroll. He'll toss the book onto it and if anyone says anything about it he'll mumble, "Seems an interesting read..." He'll finish getting settled in and turn to his companions, "Have either of you ever been this far north? Palebank Village was the furthest I'd ever been until now."