Goraquel turns to Drax and looks at him curiously when he addresses him so informally as if they'd been friends for years. He becomes a little red in the face at the demanding demeanor like Goraquel was a common courtier but he lets it pass as he does not know the customs of this land "Yes, I can detect if there is magic present but as far as figuring out what the dice do if they are indeed magical would take some time. I would need the dice in my possession to study. How would you like me to proceed?"
While Gor and Drax are discussing his new magic die, the clockwork gears of Mills' mind start churning, putting together a bunch of the information they've gathered after the last few days. Suddenly a vague idea coalesces into an epiphany and he exclaims a curse, "Dark take it all!"
Everyone looks at him wondering what elicited such an exclamation. He shakes his head. "Remember when the mayor said: ' it could very well be that our culprit is still here among us at the moment?' AND that 'there are many and more visitors in town due to Winter's Feast?' Looking at Drax and Gor talking about that stupid magic die made me realize, not everybody we're looking for is necessarily a Dragonborn. They had to have some kind of allies in town, they didn't just know that Feorac had that amulet all on their own. Somebody back at Hyssop Ridge was complicit in its theft. Lucky's idea to toss the mayor's place isn't such an awful idea after all. I mean, I don't think it's the mayor, I don't get that read from him, but somebody back in town is an accomplice, and whoever they are, they'll know how to reach the wingless dragons that we are looking for. Now we just need to come up with some kind of a plan to smoke them out."
Disappointed at the lack of progress at the cemetery, Zanoth nods at Lucky. “A multi-pronged approach may be best. Maybe with the right mix of Persuasion, Deception and Intimidation we can ferret out some information from these people. Then keep an eye out to see what we shake free.”
/OOC It’s not just who we question thats important.. it’s those who see us doing the questioning.
Drax, after a moment of awkward silence, turns redder than usual.
”Soooooooo,” he says, coughing to clear his throat. “Are we gonna start heading back to town? If we’re gonna be there for awhile longer, I’d like that suite again…. That was nice.”
Mills will start leading back. "I don't see this job ending well. We get offered payment to track this down. Lots of pay. A distracting amount of pay. But then are dissuaded from heading right to work. If it means the mayor and owner of the feather are involved then we might be patsies. Be careful, and don't go anywhere alone."
(OOC: Some mechanical housekeeping here. It was twilight when you arrived at the grave site. Meaning it took almost an entire day to get here. There's no problem with you starting the journey back to town, but after one more hour of travel you're going to have to start making Con saves to avoid taking on levels of exhaustion. I realize in play by post it's not easy to remember the time of day always. I don't have a problem with you making a forced march to get as far back to town as you think necessary, but levels of exhaustion can be debilitating, and a long rest with food and drink only removes 1 level of exhaustion. You all let me know what you want to do here. Force march for a bit, or just get an hour away from the grave site, and then find a place to make camp. If you decide to make camp, I'll need some Survival rolls to locate a good spot for camping overnight. Also, don't forget it's winter time, and it was snowing all day, exposure to cold is a very real threat.)
If we camp Lucky will look for a snow drift to dig into. In his halfling hole, he creates himself a cold well and a sleeping bench to nap in for the night.
If we March back. Not to freeze since he so small.
Zanoth, used to living rough is nonplused at having to camp out. Trusting Lucky’s “safe spot”, he looks at the others to see if they start to bed down.
Gor takes out his things and beds down for the night. He thought about roping himself up in a tree but figured he should be a good team player. "We should probably make a fire to stay warm."
Gor proceeds to find some dry brush and wood. He arranges them and lights them on fire with his magic.
(Lol I think it be funny that you find a cave but there is a bear sleeping in it. It's a druid in wild shape "Do you mind? I booked this Air BnB till march. Rude" The druid goes back to sleep as a bear)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Weather: 13, 17, 12
As the party makes camp in a shallow bowl of earth that should protect their firelight from being seen from distance, the snow that had been steadily falling all day slowly tapers off, and the clouds begin to clear out. Suddenly the black sky is filled with uncountable stars and the bright light of the full moon of Sylgja. The dwarven moon Durragaim is a perfect half sphere, and the moon revered by the D'rak, the crumbed orange moon of Th'gol that carries a trail of pieces of itself as a cloak in it's orbit around Eafphqu has only the very edge of it's orange tail covered in darkness. All told, it is not so bad a night to sleep outdoors. Taking turns at watch and fire tending the group passes the night restfully and safely, and in the morning, after sharing the meal of roasted wild turkey that Mills was able to quickly call and bring down with a deft arrow shot, the group packs up and heads back to Hyssop Ridge.
During some of his downtime at camp, Gor had been able to meditate on the magical die that Drax handed over for inspection. It took little time at all for Gor to realize that the die would roll whatever number the attuned owner was thinking of when they rolled the die. In the morning he handed the die back to Drax and explained to him how it worked, and the process he would need to undertake to attune the magical cheat-dice to himself.
Not one interesting thing happened on the party's journey back to Hyssop Ridge, a dull trudge up and down the mountainous terrain following the same straight route they had taken to find the skeleton army's origin and discover that some dragonborn were the culprits of its cause. Returning to town on a Vikaday (OOC: Vikaday is like Friday in the setting) afternoon, the day after Winter's Feast, the group saw the town in a very celebratory mood. People were laughing and chatting in the street, smoking their pipes of longleaf, drinking wine, ale, and other stronger liquors, and even playing some outdoor skill games.
Heading across town to return to Aaris' Silver Feather the group ran into Mayor Bercha, who came sauntering up as soon as he recognized them. It was obvious by the mayor's unusually jovial attitude that he too was well into his cups. "My new friends! Welcome back! Come join us for food and drinks! We're all celebrating the end of our week's labors and the end of winter! Soon the Spring will come!"
Drax stands in awe of the die in his hand.
"Hey, gor! You know of magic, yes? Come take a look at this."
He holds the die out, not letting it go, but holding it in his palm. He shivers as the magic courses through him.
"It's the only thing that has remained untouched by age..... But it's only a die? What do you make of it?"
Hi.
Goraquel turns to Drax and looks at him curiously when he addresses him so informally as if they'd been friends for years. He becomes a little red in the face at the demanding demeanor like Goraquel was a common courtier but he lets it pass as he does not know the customs of this land "Yes, I can detect if there is magic present but as far as figuring out what the dice do if they are indeed magical would take some time. I would need the dice in my possession to study. How would you like me to proceed?"
While Gor and Drax are discussing his new magic die, the clockwork gears of Mills' mind start churning, putting together a bunch of the information they've gathered after the last few days. Suddenly a vague idea coalesces into an epiphany and he exclaims a curse, "Dark take it all!"
Everyone looks at him wondering what elicited such an exclamation. He shakes his head. "Remember when the mayor said: ' it could very well be that our culprit is still here among us at the moment?' AND that 'there are many and more visitors in town due to Winter's Feast?' Looking at Drax and Gor talking about that stupid magic die made me realize, not everybody we're looking for is necessarily a Dragonborn. They had to have some kind of allies in town, they didn't just know that Feorac had that amulet all on their own. Somebody back at Hyssop Ridge was complicit in its theft. Lucky's idea to toss the mayor's place isn't such an awful idea after all. I mean, I don't think it's the mayor, I don't get that read from him, but somebody back in town is an accomplice, and whoever they are, they'll know how to reach the wingless dragons that we are looking for. Now we just need to come up with some kind of a plan to smoke them out."
Drax hands for the die, saying, "mess around with this as much as you need."
Turning to mills, he says, "we could offer up a reward for information regarding the breaking maybe? Make a list of suspects?"
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We can work the bar chat up some of the more seedy looken folk maybe liquor em up a little. Might beable to dig up something.
What ya say Zanoth want to do what we tried 3 town's back?
Tommy has a twinkle if mischief in his eye.
/OOC It’s not just who we question thats important.. it’s those who see us doing the questioning.
Drax nods.
"Good plan."
Hi.
Drax, after a moment of awkward silence, turns redder than usual.
”Soooooooo,” he says, coughing to clear his throat. “Are we gonna start heading back to town? If we’re gonna be there for awhile longer, I’d like that suite again…. That was nice.”
Like being a player, love dming.
I AM YOUR DM! BOW DOWN BEFORE THE GODS! XD
"Tommy smiles that bed next to the fire right..."
Mills will start leading back. "I don't see this job ending well. We get offered payment to track this down. Lots of pay. A distracting amount of pay. But then are dissuaded from heading right to work. If it means the mayor and owner of the feather are involved then we might be patsies. Be careful, and don't go anywhere alone."
Paladin - warforged - orange
(OOC: Some mechanical housekeeping here. It was twilight when you arrived at the grave site. Meaning it took almost an entire day to get here. There's no problem with you starting the journey back to town, but after one more hour of travel you're going to have to start making Con saves to avoid taking on levels of exhaustion. I realize in play by post it's not easy to remember the time of day always. I don't have a problem with you making a forced march to get as far back to town as you think necessary, but levels of exhaustion can be debilitating, and a long rest with food and drink only removes 1 level of exhaustion. You all let me know what you want to do here. Force march for a bit, or just get an hour away from the grave site, and then find a place to make camp. If you decide to make camp, I'll need some Survival rolls to locate a good spot for camping overnight. Also, don't forget it's winter time, and it was snowing all day, exposure to cold is a very real threat.)
What ever we do Lucky rolled an 18 survival.
If we camp Lucky will look for a snow drift to dig into. In his halfling hole, he creates himself a cold well and a sleeping bench to nap in for the night.
If we March back. Not to freeze since he so small.
Survival: 7
OOC: thanks for the reminders tem :)
"It's getting dark," drax says, "I think we should find a safe place to rest for the night. I can get a fire started too, if we find a spot to camp."
(Assuming we find camp)
Drax walks around, looking for firewood.
Survival: 13
If he finds enough, he brings it to the center of the makeshift camp, setting up the wood and breathing on it using his firey breath to set it ablaze.
Hi.
Gor takes out his things and beds down for the night. He thought about roping himself up in a tree but figured he should be a good team player. "We should probably make a fire to stay warm."
Gor proceeds to find some dry brush and wood. He arranges them and lights them on fire with his magic.
Survival: 23
I guess we're all rolling for it lol
Mills is in his element in the mountains, able to look for caves or hidden glades that might offer shelter as they camp.
Survival 9
Paladin - warforged - orange
(Dang it Mills, be more in your element! Lol)
Paladin - warforged - orange
(Lol I think it be funny that you find a cave but there is a bear sleeping in it. It's a druid in wild shape "Do you mind? I booked this Air BnB till march. Rude" The druid goes back to sleep as a bear)
(Haha that’s funny…I wonder what a crit failure looks like in that scenario 😂)
Weather: 13, 17, 12
As the party makes camp in a shallow bowl of earth that should protect their firelight from being seen from distance, the snow that had been steadily falling all day slowly tapers off, and the clouds begin to clear out. Suddenly the black sky is filled with uncountable stars and the bright light of the full moon of Sylgja. The dwarven moon Durragaim is a perfect half sphere, and the moon revered by the D'rak, the crumbed orange moon of Th'gol that carries a trail of pieces of itself as a cloak in it's orbit around Eafphqu has only the very edge of it's orange tail covered in darkness. All told, it is not so bad a night to sleep outdoors. Taking turns at watch and fire tending the group passes the night restfully and safely, and in the morning, after sharing the meal of roasted wild turkey that Mills was able to quickly call and bring down with a deft arrow shot, the group packs up and heads back to Hyssop Ridge.
During some of his downtime at camp, Gor had been able to meditate on the magical die that Drax handed over for inspection. It took little time at all for Gor to realize that the die would roll whatever number the attuned owner was thinking of when they rolled the die. In the morning he handed the die back to Drax and explained to him how it worked, and the process he would need to undertake to attune the magical cheat-dice to himself.
Not one interesting thing happened on the party's journey back to Hyssop Ridge, a dull trudge up and down the mountainous terrain following the same straight route they had taken to find the skeleton army's origin and discover that some dragonborn were the culprits of its cause. Returning to town on a Vikaday (OOC: Vikaday is like Friday in the setting) afternoon, the day after Winter's Feast, the group saw the town in a very celebratory mood. People were laughing and chatting in the street, smoking their pipes of longleaf, drinking wine, ale, and other stronger liquors, and even playing some outdoor skill games.
Heading across town to return to Aaris' Silver Feather the group ran into Mayor Bercha, who came sauntering up as soon as he recognized them. It was obvious by the mayor's unusually jovial attitude that he too was well into his cups. "My new friends! Welcome back! Come join us for food and drinks! We're all celebrating the end of our week's labors and the end of winter! Soon the Spring will come!"