Pip seems to leave Ekmong alone after passing him the food, sitting on the other side of the group meaning that Ekmong has a moment to himself to oversee the vast green pastures ahead of them. Unlike what he has seen so far, this part of the land is thriving, more like how he recognises it.
The Watchtower
The human nudges the hulking half-orc with him in the watchtower. "Up there." He says, gesturing to the top of the hill. Looking up to the entrance to Giant Steppe, several small specks can be seen atop the hill, almost like they are watching Sun's Last Light. "Think it's some fiendish scouts?"
"If only their scouts would be so stupid to silhouette themselves atop a hill. It's either a distraction or travelers, either way we need to alert the Captain of the Guard so we can make preparations. Since you did the crows last time I'll go down." He quickly secures his shield to his arm and checks his Flail on his hip and then proceeds to the Guardhouse to report what they had spotted.
He is also taking in all the sights, making mental notes. His questions on the overall desecration of the land have been ignored so far, but he hopes that with time his new companions would be more receptive to shedding some light on the matter.
After investigating the container, he will pass by Pip and mutter a quick apology for trying to intimidate him earlier.
Ekmong studies the container a little more. There is no obvious opening on it, the "lid" apparently fused with the rest of it. However, over this brief respite, he has noticed it feels ever so slightly heavier than it was the previous day...
Upon walking past Pip, he notes a smile from the halfling, but nothing directed back at him.
Watch Tower
The half-orc descends down the ladder, his human companion waiting and watching for any other movement. Making his way to the guardhouse, he opens the door to find the rest of the watch crew on relief. Some are seated playing a dice game, others are taking this time to sleep. The captain, a dwarf man in scale armour, is seated at the back of the guard house, reading a book. He looks up as the half-orc enters. "What is it, lad?" He asks.
We've spotted movement to the North atop a hill. I believe it to be visitors since they were cresting the hill, if only the Below's scouts were so stupid. We will continue to report as they draw closer." Urtren salutes sharply and then returns to his post.
With the town in visible distance and as a sign of asured civilization, marching suddenly felt a little less annoying for Thea. They had managed to get out of the cursed lands for sure now. "Alright. Shall we go then? I'd kill for a real bed right now."
Ekmong will walk up to Fjorgin and say "Listen, I know you hate my horns or something, but will you put that aside for a moment? I've been looking carefully at this container and it is quite the mystical cube. The difference is slight, but I can assure you it is getting heavier by the day. You are clearly a holier man than I... although not by much, my virtue is considerable... anyway... Any ideas on why that may be? Something tells me we do not want to wait too long to deliver this."
DM:
I wanted to share Ekmong's train of thought here: Ekmong doesn't understand the cube and studying did not help much. He is not so sure he wants to keep it for himself anymore. He is confused by the fact that the world looks so different from what he remembers and yet, all those around him treat it as if it was nothing new. He is starting to suspect this silver container may be connected to or even the cause of whatever cataclysm happened here. Perhaps there is a reward upon delivery and he is starting to believe that a few gold pieces are a safer bet than whatever this is...
Fjorgin looks at Ekmong, distrust apparent in his eyes. "I think the most likely theory is that this object would prefer to be in the possession of someone who has a greater connection to Pelor. Perhaps it would be better for all of us if you gave it to me."
Religion: 12 to see if Fjorgin can determine anything about the religious significance of this object.
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Thea sighs after listening in on the exchange, just a tad annoyed. "How about this, once we get back into Suns Last Light i'll see what i can find out about that thing, the same way i did with the ring and the bracelett...alright?"
"Don't worry, i don't mean to take it from you. Just in case we manage to find some rest somewhere and we're all stuck wondering what exactly we are dealing with...i might be of some help then. Hold onto it as long as it makes you happy..."
"Either way, I want to head into town." Pip says. "This picnic is nice and all, but a bowl of hot broth and a proper seat sounds great." He begins to rustle with his pack to get ready to head off again.
In the Watch Tower
"Travellers?" The captain says with surprise. "We don't get travellers often, lad. You sure about it?" He gets up from his seat and begins to march over to the half-orc. "Show me."
Urtren nods his head toward the Captain. "Very well sir, follow me" After another brief check of his equipment, Urtren guides the Captain back to the guard tower, giving a quick cough upon entering to alert his comrade, and points out the small moving figures on the hillside.
Fjorgin nods in agreement. "Yes, a hot meal will be quite nice."
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"Great, let's let down then!" Pip says in a cheerful tone, leading the group down. "Gates should be open for us by the time we get there." The group begins to head downhill, Ekmong still with the silver container, though it feels much heavier now they are moving downhill.
The Watchtower
The human watchman stands to attention as the captain returns. "Sir, they are making a move." He reports. The dwarf steps up to the edge to look out to Giant Steppe. He reaches into a pouch and retrieves a spyglass, and peers at the group.
"Egads, what is that?" The dwarf exclaims, peering down the spyglass. "They look like they have one of our scouts, but that thing with them." He passes the spyglass to the other two to have a look at the rest of the party headed towards them.
"They're heading straight toward us. Its either a returning group or a suicidal attack. Sir with permission I have orders from The Lumieres looking for a group of travelers, do I have leave to be on the interception party?"
The captain gives the half-orc the spyglass to get a better look at the party. "They the one's you're waiting for?" He asks.
(If people would like to reintroduce their character's physical descriptions, it would be appreciated)
The Hill
Pip leads the group down the hill, as they are getting towards the bottom, he reaches into his cloak and takes out an emblem, attempting to flash it towards the watchtowers. This appears to be some sort of standard protocol, since the halfling doesn't see the need to explain his actions to the others.
Fjorgin is a muscled, golden-skinned man in heavy armour. He rides a beautiful warhorse, that also seems to be emitting golden light. Pelor's symbol is painted onto his shield.
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Ekmong is a slender red-skinned tiefling with dark purplish slick hair, a soul-patch, and long thinning horns jotting out of his forehead straight up. He carries a crossbow on his back but seems to be more preoccupied with carrying a heavy silver cube at the moment.
Atop the Hill
Pip seems to leave Ekmong alone after passing him the food, sitting on the other side of the group meaning that Ekmong has a moment to himself to oversee the vast green pastures ahead of them. Unlike what he has seen so far, this part of the land is thriving, more like how he recognises it.
The Watchtower
The human nudges the hulking half-orc with him in the watchtower. "Up there." He says, gesturing to the top of the hill. Looking up to the entrance to Giant Steppe, several small specks can be seen atop the hill, almost like they are watching Sun's Last Light. "Think it's some fiendish scouts?"
"If only their scouts would be so stupid to silhouette themselves atop a hill. It's either a distraction or travelers, either way we need to alert the Captain of the Guard so we can make preparations. Since you did the crows last time I'll go down." He quickly secures his shield to his arm and checks his Flail on his hip and then proceeds to the Guardhouse to report what they had spotted.
Ekmong would like to use this time to study the silver container, attempting to learn anything useful about it.
Investigation: 17
He is also taking in all the sights, making mental notes. His questions on the overall desecration of the land have been ignored so far, but he hopes that with time his new companions would be more receptive to shedding some light on the matter.
After investigating the container, he will pass by Pip and mutter a quick apology for trying to intimidate him earlier.
Atop the Hill
Ekmong studies the container a little more. There is no obvious opening on it, the "lid" apparently fused with the rest of it. However, over this brief respite, he has noticed it feels ever so slightly heavier than it was the previous day...
Upon walking past Pip, he notes a smile from the halfling, but nothing directed back at him.
Watch Tower
The half-orc descends down the ladder, his human companion waiting and watching for any other movement. Making his way to the guardhouse, he opens the door to find the rest of the watch crew on relief. Some are seated playing a dice game, others are taking this time to sleep. The captain, a dwarf man in scale armour, is seated at the back of the guard house, reading a book. He looks up as the half-orc enters. "What is it, lad?" He asks.
We've spotted movement to the North atop a hill. I believe it to be visitors since they were cresting the hill, if only the Below's scouts were so stupid. We will continue to report as they draw closer." Urtren salutes sharply and then returns to his post.
With the town in visible distance and as a sign of asured civilization, marching suddenly felt a little less annoying for Thea. They had managed to get out of the cursed lands for sure now. "Alright. Shall we go then? I'd kill for a real bed right now."
Ekmong will walk up to Fjorgin and say "Listen, I know you hate my horns or something, but will you put that aside for a moment? I've been looking carefully at this container and it is quite the mystical cube. The difference is slight, but I can assure you it is getting heavier by the day. You are clearly a holier man than I... although not by much, my virtue is considerable... anyway... Any ideas on why that may be? Something tells me we do not want to wait too long to deliver this."
DM:
I wanted to share Ekmong's train of thought here: Ekmong doesn't understand the cube and studying did not help much. He is not so sure he wants to keep it for himself anymore. He is confused by the fact that the world looks so different from what he remembers and yet, all those around him treat it as if it was nothing new. He is starting to suspect this silver container may be connected to or even the cause of whatever cataclysm happened here. Perhaps there is a reward upon delivery and he is starting to believe that a few gold pieces are a safer bet than whatever this is...
Fjorgin looks at Ekmong, distrust apparent in his eyes. "I think the most likely theory is that this object would prefer to be in the possession of someone who has a greater connection to Pelor. Perhaps it would be better for all of us if you gave it to me."
Religion: 12 to see if Fjorgin can determine anything about the religious significance of this object.
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Thea sighs after listening in on the exchange, just a tad annoyed. "How about this, once we get back into Suns Last Light i'll see what i can find out about that thing, the same way i did with the ring and the bracelett...alright?"
"I'm not quite ready to do that just yet." Ekmong refuses to hand over the container, more out of stubbornness than anything else.
"Don't worry, i don't mean to take it from you. Just in case we manage to find some rest somewhere and we're all stuck wondering what exactly we are dealing with...i might be of some help then. Hold onto it as long as it makes you happy..."
Atop the Hill
"Either way, I want to head into town." Pip says. "This picnic is nice and all, but a bowl of hot broth and a proper seat sounds great." He begins to rustle with his pack to get ready to head off again.
In the Watch Tower
"Travellers?" The captain says with surprise. "We don't get travellers often, lad. You sure about it?" He gets up from his seat and begins to march over to the half-orc. "Show me."
Urtren nods his head toward the Captain. "Very well sir, follow me" After another brief check of his equipment, Urtren guides the Captain back to the guard tower, giving a quick cough upon entering to alert his comrade, and points out the small moving figures on the hillside.
Fjorgin nods in agreement. "Yes, a hot meal will be quite nice."
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Atop the Hill
"Great, let's let down then!" Pip says in a cheerful tone, leading the group down. "Gates should be open for us by the time we get there." The group begins to head downhill, Ekmong still with the silver container, though it feels much heavier now they are moving downhill.
The Watchtower
The human watchman stands to attention as the captain returns. "Sir, they are making a move." He reports. The dwarf steps up to the edge to look out to Giant Steppe. He reaches into a pouch and retrieves a spyglass, and peers at the group.
"Egads, what is that?" The dwarf exclaims, peering down the spyglass. "They look like they have one of our scouts, but that thing with them." He passes the spyglass to the other two to have a look at the rest of the party headed towards them.
Ekmong goes downhill doing his best to let show the extra effort this is taking.
"They're heading straight toward us. Its either a returning group or a suicidal attack. Sir with permission I have orders from The Lumieres looking for a group of travelers, do I have leave to be on the interception party?"
The Watchtower
The captain gives the half-orc the spyglass to get a better look at the party. "They the one's you're waiting for?" He asks.
(If people would like to reintroduce their character's physical descriptions, it would be appreciated)
The Hill
Pip leads the group down the hill, as they are getting towards the bottom, he reaches into his cloak and takes out an emblem, attempting to flash it towards the watchtowers. This appears to be some sort of standard protocol, since the halfling doesn't see the need to explain his actions to the others.
Fjorgin is a muscled, golden-skinned man in heavy armour. He rides a beautiful warhorse, that also seems to be emitting golden light. Pelor's symbol is painted onto his shield.
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Ekmong is a slender red-skinned tiefling with dark purplish slick hair, a soul-patch, and long thinning horns jotting out of his forehead straight up. He carries a crossbow on his back but seems to be more preoccupied with carrying a heavy silver cube at the moment.