Vice raises his eyebrows, looking straight at Juniper. “No.” He says after a pause. The pause not long enough to be awkward but meaningful enough not to go unnoticed. Though he doesn’t offer more explanations.
“He is.” Vice agrees, doesn’t seem embarrassed by mistaking the horse’s sex. He smiles at the sight of Foxglove wagging his tail at Juniper’s compliments. “Very handsome.”
“I travelled with the circus for two years. Didn’t really perform, though. Just took care of their animals. We stopped at Daggerford for the festival. Hell,” He chuckles dryly, when he realizes what he's been saying, “Now it really does sound like fate. I hate that kind of talk.”
Climbing up into the wagon with Stanimir, Star settles into a cushion, cross-legged. He closes his eyes briefly, and breathes deeply. What an interesting day. It seemed all roads led to Barovia. A sure sign of a true story at work. He had heard people in these lands talk of fate, and destiny. His people knew those concepts too, but spoke of them as a story that must be told. Such stories were how they maintained their history, and knowledge about the land. If something out of the ordinary happened the people here might say "The strangest thing happened to me!" while his people might say "I have found myself in a story." Some stories only needed telling for a season. Some were still being told centuries later. He wondered which type this story would be.
He opened his eyes, and extended his softly furred hand to Stanimir, a gesture he had learned in the last few months. "I am named Star Setting In The East, but you may simply call me Star. I should much like to know the name of you and your people, and the name of your sadly cursed prince, if I am to tell this story correctly."
Stanimir smiles to the tabaxi, "Well then, I offer you my warmest of welcomes, Star. I must admit, I have not met too many like you before, not in any of my travels. My name is Stanimir, and my people are known as the Vistani."
Stanimir then pauses, deep in thought. Then he breaks the momentary silence before it becomes awkward.
"You will learn a lot from our leader, Madam Eva. She will have plenty to tell you so you can tell this story correctly."
@Vice(WhiteByakko), @Juniper(DandDSince1973), @Star(EMIW), and @Emma(FireCat5)
The caravan continues on its way south along the Trade Way. However, before the sky rises over the horizon, a thick mist draws around you, blocking the sky. It is hard to see anything more than a foot away from the caravan. However, the wagons continue, not stopping, not even slowing down.
@Everyone
(Make a Constitution saving throw.)
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
"Vistani? I have heard that name recently." Star will remove the letter from his pack and show Stanimir. "A man came to me in Secomber just this morning and gave me this, from his master." He points to the name Kolyan Indirovich. "It is the reason I was traveling to Dagger Ford, where I found your fire. I do not know the word Burgomaster. Do you know this man, and the matter of what he writes?"
***
Eventually Star will get some sleep. It has been a long day of travel, and he tries to put aside Stanimir's words (whatever they turn out to have been) and rest.
CON save: 8
Very early in the morning, or very late in the night, something stirs Star from his slumber. A chill that makes him shiver. He pulls the thick fur collar of his coat in tighter, and looks through the shutters of the wagon window, only to see nothing. A thick mist surrounds them so that Star cannot even see the edge of the road.
“I’m not a fan of Circuses,” Juniper says gently. “I think animals should be able to make their own choices. But you made their lives better. I imagine it was not always easy.”
Juniper agreed completely with Vice about destiny, but still rebelled against it. She was trying to put her finger on why. “Maybe. Although to speak of destiny is always to speak of the unseen. Plant roots pushing through the soil underfoot, or the winds blowing beyond the clouds above. Never divulging their patterns to our common senses. Or, to common sense…,” she trails off pensively.
Seeing that their conversation was disturbing Apep, Juniper gazes searchingly into Vice’s eyes for another moment, then nods and moves slightly away, losing herself in her thoughts once more.
Emma makes her best effort to sleep well, but unfortunately, that's not how sleep works. She has not been sleeping well lately regardless, and the bumpy ride only worsened it. Still, one cannot go without sleeping at all, and whatever little sleep she could catch Emma cherish. The only upside to these short periods of sleep was that she'd hardly dream in them, and as her dreams were mostly nightmares lately, this was a blessing of sorts. Or perhaps, a silver lining.
When Emma first notices the chilly fog, she wants to sleep through it, but now regrets not opening her bedroll. She didn't imagine the ride would take so long. In hindsight, they were travelling to another land, so that should have been expected. At that moment, however, Emma accepts that sleep is officially over. She could open her bedroll now, but she figured it wouldn't be worth it. Still, it was cold. She would give a lot for a hot vegetable stew right now. Or even better, make one, so that she's next to the fire while it's cooking, and also able to make sure nobody ruins it. "Say," she asks the woman in the wagon with her - assuming she's awake - "do we stop to eat at some point, or... do our needs?"
Vice hmms in acknowledgment, not disagreeing with Juniper’s words. Sometimes, when he was working late, or when he had an argument with the ringmaster, he thought about releasing all the animals from their cages, letting them free. But then he thought of them struggling to survive in the wild, or getting captured again, sold or eaten, and he never followed through.
Juniper lost Vice when she starts talking about winds and seeds, he tries to imagine his destiny like the elf does, something vague and insubstantial, and finds himself unable to do so. He knows where his fate would end, eternity in that shadowy place, where his mother, wizened and shrivelled, waits for him. The mist comes, and sweeps away his thoughts.
Kal sighs heavily with the knowledge that he can't continue to wait around forever or he'll never find a way out of these woods. He heaves himself to his feet and looks around once more, then finally sets off in the direction the stranger had come from. With no idea where he was, one way was about as good as another, and he wasn't sure he wanted to run into the crazy person again yet, so following the way the other man went was out. Presumably he'd come from somewhere though, so maybe going the way he'd come from would lead to something.
Stanimir glances over at the letter, "Well, I am not sure who you speak of. However, Kolyan Indirovich is the burgomaster of the Village of Barovia. He is like the mayor of Barovia. Do you have mayors?"
---
Star tries to get enough sleep, but travelling on the wagon is not smooth. He tosses and turns as the wagon travels over the bumpy road. When he wakes up, he feels rather tired.
(Take one level in exhaustion.)
@Juniper(DandDSince1973)
Travelling on the back Foxglove alongside the wagons does not allow Juniper to rest and meditate. This lack of meditation leaves her tired when the fog starts to gather.
(Take one level in exhaustion.)
@Emma(FireCat5)
Memories of recent events plague Emma's mind as she tries to sleep. With another night of not being able to sleep well, the lack of sleep is catching up with her.
(Take one level in exhaustion.)
@Vice(WhiteByakko)
Despite not sleeping, Vice manages to resist the effects of lack of sleep. He will have to try and get some sleep before too long, but for now, he is okay.
@Star(EMIW), @Juniper(DandDSince1973), @Emma(FireCat5), and @Vice(WhiteByakko)
The caravan of wagons continues on, pushing through the fog. The caravan pushes on through the mist at an even pace. The Vistani are not concerned with travelling in these conditions.
After travelling for about an hour, the mist begins to disappear, and you find yourselves travelling through a wooded area on a muddy roadway. Giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist. Black pools of water stand like dark mirrors in and around the muddy roadway.
After travelling for another hour, the wagons come to a halt. Up ahead on the muddy roadway, a tree has fallen, which blocks the route. The trees are too dense on either side for the wagons to make it through; they are stuck for now.
@Kal(VanderLegion)
Despite having his sleep interrupted, Kal managed to get enough sleep to avoid feeling too tired. As he begins to walk, he continues to feel like he is being watched. Then there is the sound of twigs snapping and leaves rustling. Then from amongst the trees, a group of wolves emerge from behind him. A total of twelve wolves approach Kal, howling and snarling at him.
@Star(EMIW), @Juniper(DandDSince1973), @Emma(FireCat5), and @Vice(WhiteByakko)
Somewhere in the woods, not too far away, wolf howls can be heard.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Kal turns to face the wolves approaching from behind him, cursing to himself under his breath. He glances around at the surrounding trees, wondering if he could make his way up one before the wolves got to him.
(Are there tree branches low enough that I could jump up to try to grab one and pull myself up? Acrobatics check if so? And how close are the wolves to me?)
Juniper’s respect for the Vistani diminishes as the night moves on. Why would they push on so far when many need to rest? Are they pursued? What if some threat on the road should appear? Moving through the mud, a sense of dread begins to build anew as this last thought becomes reality. The cul-de-sac is almost expected. The lithe elf urges Foxglove forward to Stanimir.
“These woods are out of balance. The wolves have grown too strong, flushed the forest of prey. They’re hungry and they smell our scent. Hurry!” Her arms shake as she strings her bow, she can barely muster the strength. But her eyes pierce the darkness, ready as she notches a wooden arrow.
(OOC: Assuming they will attack, possible to determine the most likely path the wolves will take? (Nature roll: 17))
Juniper’s respect for the Vistani diminishes as the night moves on. Why would they push on so far when many need to rest? Are they pursued? What if some threat on the road should appear? Moving through the mud, a sense of dread begins to build anew as this last thought becomes reality. The cul-de-sac is almost expected. The lithe elf urges Foxglove forward to Stanimir.
“These woods are out of balance. The wolves have grown too strong, flushed the forest of prey. They’re hungry and they smell our scent. Hurry!” Her arms shake as she strings her bow, she can barely muster the strength. But her eyes pierce the darkness, ready as she notches a wooden arrow.
(OOC: Assuming they will attack, possible to determine the most likely path the wolves will take? (Nature roll: 17))
(I'm guessing you're hearing the wolves that're currently focused on me :P)
Juniper’s respect for the Vistani diminishes as the night moves on. Why would they push on so far when many need to rest? Are they pursued? What if some threat on the road should appear? Moving through the mud, a sense of dread begins to build anew as this last thought becomes reality. The cul-de-sac is almost expected. The lithe elf urges Foxglove forward to Stanimir.
“These woods are out of balance. The wolves have grown too strong, flushed the forest of prey. They’re hungry and they smell our scent. Hurry!” Her arms shake as she strings her bow, she can barely muster the strength. But her eyes pierce the darkness, ready as she notches a wooden arrow.
(OOC: Assuming they will attack, possible to determine the most likely path the wolves will take? (Nature roll: 17))
(I'm guessing you're hearing the wolves that're currently focused on me :P)
(OOC: Yes. Juniper hears wolves and assumes the caravan has drawn them.)
Kal takes a brief moment and spots a tree that might be climbable. The tree has branches low enough for Kal to grab onto that are solid and sturdy enough to support his weight. However, it is unclear how long the wolves would wait for him. Climbing the tree might mean he gets stuck in the tree for some time.
The wolves slowly continue to approach, snarling as they do so.
Then Kal hears the familiar voice in his head once more, "Well, don't just stand there."
(The wolves are 30 feet away. Make a Dexterity(Acrobatics) check to climb the tree.)
@Juniper(DandDSince1973), @Star(EMIW), @Emma(FireCat5), and @Vice(WhiteByakko)
Juniper manages to make out movement in the shadows of trees. For the moment, none of the shapes she sees are approaching the caravan. However, they appear to be converging on a single point in front of them.
Stanimir shakes his head, "It's no good... that tree is too heavy for us to move quickly... but they won't attack us as long as you are not with us."
He then jumps off the wagon, "You all need to get out of here whilst we try to distract them. But first, Juniper, you remember the one I said he is lost in the woods. That's who the wolves are after. You'll have to try and save him. Hopefully, Foxglove will be quick enough for you to escape."
Other Vistani men have also started jumping off the wagons, grabbing torches.
Then in a louder voice, Stanimir says, "You'll have to carry on without us. Carry on down this road, over the tree, and follow the road. The road will lead you out of the woods and into Barovia. Some of the wolves might follow you; if so, try and find shelter."
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
“THERE!,” Juniper shouts, pointing to the movement in the shadows of trees. “They’ve found their prey already—,” eyes shooting to Stanimir, “Stanimir says he’s one of us.”
To Stanimir, voice lowered, “Are you saying the wolves are attacking us? Your Madame’s chosen?? And if we draw them away the caravan will be safe?” Her mind dwells on Damia and her baby as she continues to scan the woods.
(OOC: How far away is the (wolf) movement from our current location?)
“THERE!,” Juniper shouts, pointing to the movement in the shadows of trees. “They’ve found their prey already—,” eyes shooting to Stanimir, “Stanimir says he’s one of us.”
To Stanimir, voice lowered, “Are you saying the wolves are attacking us? Your Madame’s chosen?? And if we draw them away the caravan will be safe?” Her mind dwells on Damia and her baby as she continues to scan the woods.
(OOC: How far away is the (wolf) movement from our current location?)
Vice raises his eyebrows, looking straight at Juniper. “No.” He says after a pause. The pause not long enough to be awkward but meaningful enough not to go unnoticed. Though he doesn’t offer more explanations.
“He is.” Vice agrees, doesn’t seem embarrassed by mistaking the horse’s sex. He smiles at the sight of Foxglove wagging his tail at Juniper’s compliments. “Very handsome.”
“I travelled with the circus for two years. Didn’t really perform, though. Just took care of their animals. We stopped at Daggerford for the festival. Hell,” He chuckles dryly, when he realizes what he's been saying, “Now it really does sound like fate. I hate that kind of talk.”
Climbing up into the wagon with Stanimir, Star settles into a cushion, cross-legged. He closes his eyes briefly, and breathes deeply. What an interesting day. It seemed all roads led to Barovia. A sure sign of a true story at work. He had heard people in these lands talk of fate, and destiny. His people knew those concepts too, but spoke of them as a story that must be told. Such stories were how they maintained their history, and knowledge about the land. If something out of the ordinary happened the people here might say "The strangest thing happened to me!" while his people might say "I have found myself in a story." Some stories only needed telling for a season. Some were still being told centuries later. He wondered which type this story would be.
He opened his eyes, and extended his softly furred hand to Stanimir, a gesture he had learned in the last few months. "I am named Star Setting In The East, but you may simply call me Star. I should much like to know the name of you and your people, and the name of your sadly cursed prince, if I am to tell this story correctly."
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
@Star(EMIW)
Stanimir smiles to the tabaxi, "Well then, I offer you my warmest of welcomes, Star. I must admit, I have not met too many like you before, not in any of my travels. My name is Stanimir, and my people are known as the Vistani."
Stanimir then pauses, deep in thought. Then he breaks the momentary silence before it becomes awkward.
"You will learn a lot from our leader, Madam Eva. She will have plenty to tell you so you can tell this story correctly."
@Vice(WhiteByakko), @Juniper(DandDSince1973), @Star(EMIW), and @Emma(FireCat5)
The caravan continues on its way south along the Trade Way. However, before the sky rises over the horizon, a thick mist draws around you, blocking the sky. It is hard to see anything more than a foot away from the caravan. However, the wagons continue, not stopping, not even slowing down.
@Everyone
(Make a Constitution saving throw.)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
"Vistani? I have heard that name recently." Star will remove the letter from his pack and show Stanimir. "A man came to me in Secomber just this morning and gave me this, from his master." He points to the name Kolyan Indirovich. "It is the reason I was traveling to Dagger Ford, where I found your fire. I do not know the word Burgomaster. Do you know this man, and the matter of what he writes?"
***
Eventually Star will get some sleep. It has been a long day of travel, and he tries to put aside Stanimir's words (whatever they turn out to have been) and rest.
CON save: 8
Very early in the morning, or very late in the night, something stirs Star from his slumber. A chill that makes him shiver. He pulls the thick fur collar of his coat in tighter, and looks through the shutters of the wagon window, only to see nothing. A thick mist surrounds them so that Star cannot even see the edge of the road.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
“I’m not a fan of Circuses,” Juniper says gently. “I think animals should be able to make their own choices. But you made their lives better. I imagine it was not always easy.”
Juniper agreed completely with Vice about destiny, but still rebelled against it. She was trying to put her finger on why. “Maybe. Although to speak of destiny is always to speak of the unseen. Plant roots pushing through the soil underfoot, or the winds blowing beyond the clouds above. Never divulging their patterns to our common senses. Or, to common sense…,” she trails off pensively.
Seeing that their conversation was disturbing Apep, Juniper gazes searchingly into Vice’s eyes for another moment, then nods and moves slightly away, losing herself in her thoughts once more.
(OOC: Con save: 3)
Brrrr. This fog chills to the bone.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Emma makes her best effort to sleep well, but unfortunately, that's not how sleep works. She has not been sleeping well lately regardless, and the bumpy ride only worsened it. Still, one cannot go without sleeping at all, and whatever little sleep she could catch Emma cherish. The only upside to these short periods of sleep was that she'd hardly dream in them, and as her dreams were mostly nightmares lately, this was a blessing of sorts. Or perhaps, a silver lining.
When Emma first notices the chilly fog, she wants to sleep through it, but now regrets not opening her bedroll. She didn't imagine the ride would take so long. In hindsight, they were travelling to another land, so that should have been expected. At that moment, however, Emma accepts that sleep is officially over. She could open her bedroll now, but she figured it wouldn't be worth it. Still, it was cold. She would give a lot for a hot vegetable stew right now. Or even better, make one, so that she's next to the fire while it's cooking, and also able to make sure nobody ruins it. "Say," she asks the woman in the wagon with her - assuming she's awake - "do we stop to eat at some point, or... do our needs?"
Constitution save: 8.
Varielky
Con Save: 12
Vice hmms in acknowledgment, not disagreeing with Juniper’s words. Sometimes, when he was working late, or when he had an argument with the ringmaster, he thought about releasing all the animals from their cages, letting them free. But then he thought of them struggling to survive in the wild, or getting captured again, sold or eaten, and he never followed through.
Juniper lost Vice when she starts talking about winds and seeds, he tries to imagine his destiny like the elf does, something vague and insubstantial, and finds himself unable to do so. He knows where his fate would end, eternity in that shadowy place, where his mother, wizened and shrivelled, waits for him. The mist comes, and sweeps away his thoughts.
Con save: 13
Assuming the con result doesn't change it:
Kal sighs heavily with the knowledge that he can't continue to wait around forever or he'll never find a way out of these woods. He heaves himself to his feet and looks around once more, then finally sets off in the direction the stranger had come from. With no idea where he was, one way was about as good as another, and he wasn't sure he wanted to run into the crazy person again yet, so following the way the other man went was out. Presumably he'd come from somewhere though, so maybe going the way he'd come from would lead to something.
@Star(EMIW)
Stanimir glances over at the letter, "Well, I am not sure who you speak of. However, Kolyan Indirovich is the burgomaster of the Village of Barovia. He is like the mayor of Barovia. Do you have mayors?"
---
Star tries to get enough sleep, but travelling on the wagon is not smooth. He tosses and turns as the wagon travels over the bumpy road. When he wakes up, he feels rather tired.
(Take one level in exhaustion.)
@Juniper(DandDSince1973)
Travelling on the back Foxglove alongside the wagons does not allow Juniper to rest and meditate. This lack of meditation leaves her tired when the fog starts to gather.
(Take one level in exhaustion.)
@Emma(FireCat5)
Memories of recent events plague Emma's mind as she tries to sleep. With another night of not being able to sleep well, the lack of sleep is catching up with her.
(Take one level in exhaustion.)
@Vice(WhiteByakko)
Despite not sleeping, Vice manages to resist the effects of lack of sleep. He will have to try and get some sleep before too long, but for now, he is okay.
@Star(EMIW), @Juniper(DandDSince1973), @Emma(FireCat5), and @Vice(WhiteByakko)
The caravan of wagons continues on, pushing through the fog. The caravan pushes on through the mist at an even pace. The Vistani are not concerned with travelling in these conditions.
After travelling for about an hour, the mist begins to disappear, and you find yourselves travelling through a wooded area on a muddy roadway. Giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist. Black pools of water stand like dark mirrors in and around the muddy roadway.
After travelling for another hour, the wagons come to a halt. Up ahead on the muddy roadway, a tree has fallen, which blocks the route. The trees are too dense on either side for the wagons to make it through; they are stuck for now.
@Kal(VanderLegion)
Despite having his sleep interrupted, Kal managed to get enough sleep to avoid feeling too tired. As he begins to walk, he continues to feel like he is being watched. Then there is the sound of twigs snapping and leaves rustling. Then from amongst the trees, a group of wolves emerge from behind him. A total of twelve wolves approach Kal, howling and snarling at him.
@Star(EMIW), @Juniper(DandDSince1973), @Emma(FireCat5), and @Vice(WhiteByakko)
Somewhere in the woods, not too far away, wolf howls can be heard.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Kal turns to face the wolves approaching from behind him, cursing to himself under his breath. He glances around at the surrounding trees, wondering if he could make his way up one before the wolves got to him.
(Are there tree branches low enough that I could jump up to try to grab one and pull myself up? Acrobatics check if so? And how close are the wolves to me?)
Juniper’s respect for the Vistani diminishes as the night moves on. Why would they push on so far when many need to rest? Are they pursued? What if some threat on the road should appear? Moving through the mud, a sense of dread begins to build anew as this last thought becomes reality. The cul-de-sac is almost expected. The lithe elf urges Foxglove forward to Stanimir.
“These woods are out of balance. The wolves have grown too strong, flushed the forest of prey. They’re hungry and they smell our scent. Hurry!” Her arms shake as she strings her bow, she can barely muster the strength. But her eyes pierce the darkness, ready as she notches a wooden arrow.
(OOC: Assuming they will attack, possible to determine the most likely path the wolves will take? (Nature roll: 17))
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
(I'm guessing you're hearing the wolves that're currently focused on me :P)
(OOC: Yes. Juniper hears wolves and assumes the caravan has drawn them.)
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@Kal(VanderLegion)
Kal takes a brief moment and spots a tree that might be climbable. The tree has branches low enough for Kal to grab onto that are solid and sturdy enough to support his weight. However, it is unclear how long the wolves would wait for him. Climbing the tree might mean he gets stuck in the tree for some time.
The wolves slowly continue to approach, snarling as they do so.
Then Kal hears the familiar voice in his head once more, "Well, don't just stand there."
(The wolves are 30 feet away. Make a Dexterity(Acrobatics) check to climb the tree.)
@Juniper(DandDSince1973), @Star(EMIW), @Emma(FireCat5), and @Vice(WhiteByakko)
Juniper manages to make out movement in the shadows of trees. For the moment, none of the shapes she sees are approaching the caravan. However, they appear to be converging on a single point in front of them.
Stanimir shakes his head, "It's no good... that tree is too heavy for us to move quickly... but they won't attack us as long as you are not with us."
He then jumps off the wagon, "You all need to get out of here whilst we try to distract them. But first, Juniper, you remember the one I said he is lost in the woods. That's who the wolves are after. You'll have to try and save him. Hopefully, Foxglove will be quick enough for you to escape."
Other Vistani men have also started jumping off the wagons, grabbing torches.
Then in a louder voice, Stanimir says, "You'll have to carry on without us. Carry on down this road, over the tree, and follow the road. The road will lead you out of the woods and into Barovia. Some of the wolves might follow you; if so, try and find shelter."
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
“THERE!,” Juniper shouts, pointing to the movement in the shadows of trees. “They’ve found their prey already—,” eyes shooting to Stanimir, “Stanimir says he’s one of us.”
To Stanimir, voice lowered, “Are you saying the wolves are attacking us? Your Madame’s chosen?? And if we draw them away the caravan will be safe?” Her mind dwells on Damia and her baby as she continues to scan the woods.
(OOC: How far away is the (wolf) movement from our current location?)
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
“THERE!,” Juniper shouts, pointing to the movement in the shadows of trees. “They’ve found their prey already—,” eyes shooting to Stanimir, “Stanimir says he’s one of us.”
To Stanimir, voice lowered, “Are you saying the wolves are attacking us? Your Madame’s chosen?? And if we draw them away the caravan will be safe?” Her mind dwells on Damia and her baby as she continues to scan the woods.
(OOC: How far away is the (wolf) movement from our current location?)
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
(Okay, in relative position to the caravan, Kal is 160 feet away. The wolves are behind him and 30 feet away.)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Acrobatics check: 13