Thatch nods absentmindedly at Argyle as he asks if everyone is ready to continue. Pursing his lips, he wonders what grim looking men were doing in the dark wood ahead. Were they looking to aid Sir Olvar or distract him from his mission? “Ready sir, perhaps some of us should scout ahead?” He moves up to the gatehouse and scans the road ahead, looking for any sign left by the group that passed earlier. Perception: 10.
Tana inclines her head towards the raven in thanks before stepping forwards as well. The druid is familiar with forested areas and quickly scans about for any pathways or tracks that would lead the party forward.
It is getting late into the night, and although the moon is still almost full the combination of the heavy rain, the trees and the stormclouds covering the sky mean that there is not enough light for the party to see the path clearly without lanterns or torches....though torches will not last too long in the heavy rainfall.
The trees are extremely old and dense, with thick thorn bushes and vines growing between them. The companions find it difficult to find their way until Tana notes a path and points it out.
The rough path continues to wind upward through the gloomy, dripping forest. The pouring rain makes it hard to see too far. Eventually, the path leads to a clearing. On the far side is a chalky cliff face, ten metres high, running north and south. Near the bottom, tied to a tree root, is a rather sodden dappled grey horse.
The rough path continues to wind upward through the gloomy, dripping forest. The pouring rain makes it hard to see too far. Eventually, the path leads to a clearing. On the far side is a chalky cliff face, ten metres high, running north and south. Near the bottom, tied to a tree root, is a rather sodden dappled grey horse.
Tana frowns upon seeing the horse and croons softly at its rather sad state, "Oh buddy..."
She slowly approaches the creature, hands outstretched in a placating manner, and forms a mind link with it.
'Hello there, no need to be afraid, I'm not here to hurt you.' She takes a few more steps toward the horse and checks it over to see if she can spot any injuries. 'What are you doing out here all alone? Where is your rider?'
The rough path continues to wind upward through the gloomy, dripping forest. The pouring rain makes it hard to see too far. Eventually, the path leads to a clearing. On the far side is a chalky cliff face, ten metres high, running north and south. Near the bottom, tied to a tree root, is a rather sodden dappled grey horse.
Tana frowns upon seeing the horse and croons softly at its rather sad state, "Oh buddy..."
She slowly approaches the creature, hands outstretched in a placating manner, and forms a mind link with it.
'Hello there, no need to be afraid, I'm not here to hurt you.' She takes a few more steps toward the horse and checks it over to see if she can spot any injuries. 'What are you doing out here all alone? Where is your rider?'
(Medicine: 22 & Animal Handling: 23)
The horse appears to be in excellent health, despite being tied up here for what seems an extended length of time.
The horse nuzzles into her as she approaches, flicking its ears at the unfamiliar sensation in its head...
Came here, morning. Couldn't go further. Kind-Man-Feed-Rub went up cliffside, left me here. I can walk home from here. Warmer, less wet there. Someone will remove tack there I hope.
Morseth does his best to scan the area for any signs of the owner of the horse.
Perception
11
Survival
13
Morseth doesn't find anything of note but its likely the heavy rain has washed away any signs that someone had climbed the cliff-face or headed off through the woods to try and skirt it..
The rough path continues to wind upward through the gloomy, dripping forest. The pouring rain makes it hard to see too far. Eventually, the path leads to a clearing. On the far side is a chalky cliff face, ten metres high, running north and south. Near the bottom, tied to a tree root, is a rather sodden dappled grey horse.
Tana frowns upon seeing the horse and croons softly at its rather sad state, "Oh buddy..."
She slowly approaches the creature, hands outstretched in a placating manner, and forms a mind link with it.
'Hello there, no need to be afraid, I'm not here to hurt you.' She takes a few more steps toward the horse and checks it over to see if she can spot any injuries. 'What are you doing out here all alone? Where is your rider?'
(Medicine: 22 & Animal Handling: 23)
The horse appears to be in excellent health, despite being tied up here for what seems an extended length of time.
The horse nuzzles into her as she approaches, flicking its ears at the unfamiliar sensation in its head...
Came here, morning. Couldn't go further. Kind-Man-Feed-Rub went up cliffside, left me here. I can walk home from here. Warmer, less wet there. Someone will remove tack there I hope.
Tana quickly moves to untie the horse from the tree root, snagging the rope and moving back in front of it to pat its nose.
'Do you know which way exactly the kind man went? Can you walk back through the weather yourself?' She frowns and looks around the clearing. 'Is your home very far from here? I'd hate to let you go out all alone.'
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Thatch moves to help Tana with the horse, rubbing its nose while she tends to it. He looks closely at the tack and other equipment for any identifying marks or symbols and to see if any useful equipment was left behind. “Could this be Sir Olvar’s horse?” Perception: 17.
At Hotspur’s words he turns and looks doubtfully up the cliff face. “I do have a rope, sir. I can give it a try. It does look awfully high though.”
The rough path continues to wind upward through the gloomy, dripping forest. The pouring rain makes it hard to see too far. Eventually, the path leads to a clearing. On the far side is a chalky cliff face, ten metres high, running north and south. Near the bottom, tied to a tree root, is a rather sodden dappled grey horse.
Tana frowns upon seeing the horse and croons softly at its rather sad state, "Oh buddy..."
She slowly approaches the creature, hands outstretched in a placating manner, and forms a mind link with it.
'Hello there, no need to be afraid, I'm not here to hurt you.' She takes a few more steps toward the horse and checks it over to see if she can spot any injuries. 'What are you doing out here all alone? Where is your rider?'
(Medicine: 22 & Animal Handling: 23)
The horse appears to be in excellent health, despite being tied up here for what seems an extended length of time.
The horse nuzzles into her as she approaches, flicking its ears at the unfamiliar sensation in its head...
Came here, morning. Couldn't go further. Kind-Man-Feed-Rub went up cliffside, left me here. I can walk home from here. Warmer, less wet there. Someone will remove tack there I hope.
Tana quickly moves to untie the horse from the tree root, snagging the rope and moving back in front of it to pat its nose.
'Do you know which way exactly the kind man went? Can you walk back through the weather yourself?' She frowns and looks around the clearing. 'Is your home very far from here? I'd hate to let you go out all alone.'
Up cliff and over top. Of course, I am grown and strong. Home back the way you came not far at all.
Thatch moves to help Tana with the horse, rubbing its nose while she tends to it. He looks closely at the tack and other equipment for any identifying marks or symbols and to see if any useful equipment was left behind. “Could this be Sir Olvar’s horse?” Perception: 22.
At Hotspur’s words he turns and looks doubtfully up the cliff face. “I do have a rope, sir. I can give it a try. It does look awfully high though.”
It very well could be, with Sir Olvar probably the only person in Maidens Vale that could afford to own a horse. The tack is high quality and well cared for.
Thatchs keen eyes catch a very slight hint of movement at the top of the cliff, but it is impossible to make out more in the rain.
"I suppose it could be." Tana inclines her head at Thatch. "The darling thing is quite healthy-looking, especially for having been out here for so long."
She turns back to the horse with a faint smile, 'Do you happen to know the nice man's name? Sir Olvar perhaps?' She strokes down its mane soothingly. 'Do you remember anything about him or why he came all the way out here?'
"I suppose it could be." Tana inclines her head at Thatch. "The darling thing is quite healthy-looking, especially for having been out here for so long."
She turns back to the horse with a faint smile, 'Do you happen to know the nice man's name? Sir Olvar perhaps?' She strokes down its mane soothingly. 'Do you remember anything about him or why he came all the way out here?'
Name? I don't know this thing. Sounds I hear from him most;- Goo-G'l, Pwi'ty, Ang'la...I cannot make. He was very anxious, a lot of tension in his legs and heavy breathing....like he smelled wolves all around him.
Name? I don't know this thing. Sounds I hear from him most;- Goo-G'l, Pwi'ty, Ang'la...I cannot make. He was very anxious, a lot of tension in his legs and heavy breathing....like he smelled wolves all around him.
'Angela?' Tana hums softly to herself for a moment before turning to Thatch once again.
"It certainly seems like Sir Olvar's horse. Seems like he was in quite a hurry to get somewhere, or perhaps get away from something." She nods up at the cliff. "Up and over apparently. You seem to be best equipped to follow suit. Though with horrid weather," a flicker of concern passes over her face as she considers the distance up, "I would be very careful if I were you. The rocks could be quite slippery, plus who knows what's up there..."
'"I would be very careful if I were you. The rocks could be quite slippery, plus who knows what's up there..."
Argyle moved over toward Thatch and lowered his voice. "It is rather slippery, Thatch; are you sure you're up for it?"He eyed the stableboy carefully, trying to judge his nerves.
(( OOC: Argyle would only offer because I figure he would know the relative stats between him and Thatch (namely Acrobatics and Athletics.) However, he's pretty open about this sort of thing--it would be known that he'd be hoping Thatch would take up the challenge. ))
Valor had been lost in thought considering the plan ahead of them. The dark has not bothered him. It was known that the Dayne men could see exceptionally well at night. Indeed, Valor's green eyes caught any minor light, such that they seemed almost to glow in the dark. Some remarked it was evidence that the Dayne family line had intermingled with the fae. Others, especially enemies, whispered that their sight came from a more sinister source.
Regardless, Valor surveyed the cliff face. "It seems likely it's Sir Olvar's horse. If that is the case then it seems our way is forward, up and over." He looked down at Thatch again and over at Argyle. Valor had seen Argyle training, and knew he could scale a wall or rope faster than most men. It could be good for the boy's confidence... unless he failed. He was glad Hotspur hadn't tried to make a bet between them yet.
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Thatch stares up at the top of the cliff and his eyes narrowed “I thought I saw something up there, but I can’t quite make it out. Alright then, up and over.”he looks at the others and nods. He wraps his rope around his body, looks at the cliff face for the best route, and begins to scramble up the chalky rock face. He moves with confidence, but is secretly thankful for Hotspur’s pep talk.
Thatch stares up at the top of the cliff and his eyes narrowed “I thought I saw something up there, but I can’t quite make it out. Alright then, up and over.”he looks at the others and nods. He wraps his rope around his body, looks at the cliff face for the best route, and begins to scramble up the chalky rock face. He moves with confidence, but is secretly thankful for Hotspur’s pep talk.
Acrobatics: 8. plus bardic inspiration 2.
Thatch is finding it very hard going but he is just managing to cling to the slick chalk when a large chunk of stone about the size of his head comes flying out of the darkness above, he fancies he hears a quiet chuckle as the boulder tumbles towards him.
Dex Save: DC 12 or 6 bludgeoning and Str Save: DC 12 to remain on cliff face or take a further 3 Fall damage.
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Thatch nods absentmindedly at Argyle as he asks if everyone is ready to continue. Pursing his lips, he wonders what grim looking men were doing in the dark wood ahead. Were they looking to aid Sir Olvar or distract him from his mission? “Ready sir, perhaps some of us should scout ahead?” He moves up to the gatehouse and scans the road ahead, looking for any sign left by the group that passed earlier. Perception: 10.
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Morseth heads into the forest when the others are ready. "Yes I am ready to proceed" says Morseth. He scans the area for danger and medicinal plants
Perception
20
Nature
14
Survival
8
Tana inclines her head towards the raven in thanks before stepping forwards as well. The druid is familiar with forested areas and quickly scans about for any pathways or tracks that would lead the party forward.
(Perception: 15 & Survival: 9)
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DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
It is getting late into the night, and although the moon is still almost full the combination of the heavy rain, the trees and the stormclouds covering the sky mean that there is not enough light for the party to see the path clearly without lanterns or torches....though torches will not last too long in the heavy rainfall.
The trees are extremely old and dense, with thick thorn bushes and vines growing between them. The companions find it difficult to find their way until Tana notes a path and points it out.
The rough path continues to wind upward through the gloomy, dripping forest. The pouring rain makes it hard to see too far. Eventually, the path leads to a clearing. On the far side is a chalky cliff face, ten metres high, running north and south. Near the bottom, tied to a tree root, is a rather sodden dappled grey horse.
Tana frowns upon seeing the horse and croons softly at its rather sad state, "Oh buddy..."
She slowly approaches the creature, hands outstretched in a placating manner, and forms a mind link with it.
'Hello there, no need to be afraid, I'm not here to hurt you.' She takes a few more steps toward the horse and checks it over to see if she can spot any injuries. 'What are you doing out here all alone? Where is your rider?'
(Medicine: 19 & Animal Handling: 14)
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
The horse appears to be in excellent health, despite being tied up here for what seems an extended length of time.
The horse nuzzles into her as she approaches, flicking its ears at the unfamiliar sensation in its head...
Came here, morning. Couldn't go further. Kind-Man-Feed-Rub went up cliffside, left me here. I can walk home from here. Warmer, less wet there. Someone will remove tack there I hope.
Morseth does his best to scan the area for any signs of the owner of the horse.
Perception
7
Survival
14
Morseth doesn't find anything of note but its likely the heavy rain has washed away any signs that someone had climbed the cliff-face or headed off through the woods to try and skirt it..
"Perhaps the stableboy could climb up with a rope and secure it, allowing the rest of us to scale the cliff as well," suggests Hotspur.
(if someone wishes to climb, Hotspur will give them a pep talk (bardic inspiration) allowing them to add 1d6 to their roll)
Tana quickly moves to untie the horse from the tree root, snagging the rope and moving back in front of it to pat its nose.
'Do you know which way exactly the kind man went? Can you walk back through the weather yourself?' She frowns and looks around the clearing. 'Is your home very far from here? I'd hate to let you go out all alone.'
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
Thatch moves to help Tana with the horse, rubbing its nose while she tends to it. He looks closely at the tack and other equipment for any identifying marks or symbols and to see if any useful equipment was left behind. “Could this be Sir Olvar’s horse?” Perception: 17.
At Hotspur’s words he turns and looks doubtfully up the cliff face. “I do have a rope, sir. I can give it a try. It does look awfully high though.”
Up cliff and over top. Of course, I am grown and strong. Home back the way you came not far at all.
It very well could be, with Sir Olvar probably the only person in Maidens Vale that could afford to own a horse. The tack is high quality and well cared for.
Thatchs keen eyes catch a very slight hint of movement at the top of the cliff, but it is impossible to make out more in the rain.
"I suppose it could be." Tana inclines her head at Thatch. "The darling thing is quite healthy-looking, especially for having been out here for so long."
She turns back to the horse with a faint smile, 'Do you happen to know the nice man's name? Sir Olvar perhaps?' She strokes down its mane soothingly. 'Do you remember anything about him or why he came all the way out here?'
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
Name? I don't know this thing. Sounds I hear from him most;- Goo-G'l, Pwi'ty, Ang'la...I cannot make. He was very anxious, a lot of tension in his legs and heavy breathing....like he smelled wolves all around him.
'Angela?' Tana hums softly to herself for a moment before turning to Thatch once again.
"It certainly seems like Sir Olvar's horse. Seems like he was in quite a hurry to get somewhere, or perhaps get away from something." She nods up at the cliff. "Up and over apparently. You seem to be best equipped to follow suit. Though with horrid weather," a flicker of concern passes over her face as she considers the distance up, "I would be very careful if I were you. The rocks could be quite slippery, plus who knows what's up there..."
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
Argyle moved over toward Thatch and lowered his voice. "It is rather slippery, Thatch; are you sure you're up for it?" He eyed the stableboy carefully, trying to judge his nerves.
(( OOC: Argyle would only offer because I figure he would know the relative stats between him and Thatch (namely Acrobatics and Athletics.) However, he's pretty open about this sort of thing--it would be known that he'd be hoping Thatch would take up the challenge. ))
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Valor had been lost in thought considering the plan ahead of them. The dark has not bothered him. It was known that the Dayne men could see exceptionally well at night. Indeed, Valor's green eyes caught any minor light, such that they seemed almost to glow in the dark. Some remarked it was evidence that the Dayne family line had intermingled with the fae. Others, especially enemies, whispered that their sight came from a more sinister source.
Regardless, Valor surveyed the cliff face. "It seems likely it's Sir Olvar's horse. If that is the case then it seems our way is forward, up and over." He looked down at Thatch again and over at Argyle. Valor had seen Argyle training, and knew he could scale a wall or rope faster than most men. It could be good for the boy's confidence... unless he failed. He was glad Hotspur hadn't tried to make a bet between them yet.
"Well Thatch? What do you think?"
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Thatch stares up at the top of the cliff and his eyes narrowed “I thought I saw something up there, but I can’t quite make it out. Alright then, up and over.” he looks at the others and nods. He wraps his rope around his body, looks at the cliff face for the best route, and begins to scramble up the chalky rock face. He moves with confidence, but is secretly thankful for Hotspur’s pep talk.
Acrobatics: 12. plus bardic inspiration 4.
(If Thatch is unsuccessful, the bard will offer inspiration to anyone else that wants to try, including if Thatch wants to give it another go).
Thatch is finding it very hard going but he is just managing to cling to the slick chalk when a large chunk of stone about the size of his head comes flying out of the darkness above, he fancies he hears a quiet chuckle as the boulder tumbles towards him.
Dex Save: DC 12 or 6 bludgeoning and Str Save: DC 12 to remain on cliff face or take a further 3 Fall damage.