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As Blair takes his watch at night, he watches the flickering fire in the fireplace, his lute resting on his lap, as he sighs and thinks about all those lives lost to the undead, and Lai’s attempt to save Deirdre.
“I hope that’s the last of it.” He whispers quietly to himself.
Exhausted by the days events Eron falls asleep on his watch. He's left sleeping by Nobriki who wakes Quatt in time of his watch to start. The tortle is highly vigilant from years of living in caves and darken spaces he ca easily sense something is amiss in the natural world around him. The tortle is only troubled to see a couple of his companions seemingly are restless in their sleeping. Beryl murmurs to herself but falls silent as Cal tucks himself closer to her. Everyone is sleeping close after all on the bottom floor of the tavern with the fire Nobriki built still blazing! Quatt hands off the last watch to Blair and Silf but the fairy falls asleep exhausted from her casting frenzied casting of protections. It's nearly dawn when the bard witnesses the eerie appearance of what he can only assume are a series of spectral townsfolk! They move about the place performing daily tasks in the tavern! The bard's relieved when they don't seem to harm anyone but the sight of them is jarring! It will certainly be a story to tell!
As the dawn's light begins to shine in the gaps of the barricades Blair hears the soft sounds of morning birds announcing the arrival of a new day.
"Morning," Beryl calls out to Blair as Cal sits up too having nestled in her arms, Blair saw, the halfling looks well rested for what it's worth!
"Everyone...ok," Cal asks next moving to his feet and looking around as the sleeping members of thier party.
It was only the bard, the cleric, and the fighter awake.
"How was your watch," Beryl asks curiously as she puts on her breastplate and bracers. "From her snoring I'm guessing Silf was little help," the fighter teases with a tusky smile.
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Silf sits bolt upright at the mention of her name, then slowly hunkers down into a heavy-eyed stupor. Standing up and smacking her lips, she seems to be unaware of her surroundings, walking over to a wall and mechanically reaching for a kettle. After a few attempts to grab the kettle, she shakes her head and opens her eyes. Looking around, the little fairy remembers that she's in a tavern, and potentially surrounded by Zombies.
"Haha! I'll get eyes on our surroundings!" she shouts, flying up to the broken/open window, not waiting for a response. Landing on the sill, she cranes her neck to see what the situation is outside.
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Eron wakes up realizing he fell asleep on watch. He walks over to Nobriki, “Sorry friend, I’m sorry. Looks like we survived.” If Apple and Navar are present with us Eron offers them a goodberry each and rubs them down. He will set out his bucket and look about for water to offer the animals.
He sees Silf is her normal self which brings a big smile to his face briefly.
Blair was mesmerized by the way the spectral ghosts went about their daily tasks in the tavern, completely unaware of the living beings around them. He couldn't help but wonder what their stories were, what led them to become spectral beings haunting this tavern. As soon as his companions are awake, he tells them what he saw.
"Friends, I have to tell you what I saw during my watch. As the dawn's light began to shine in the gaps of the barricades, I witnessed a strange sight - a series of spectral townsfolk moving about the tavern, performing daily tasks as if they were alive. It was eerie and fascinating! They didn't seem to notice me, and they didn’t seem baleful, but their movements were so lifelike.” His brows furrow slightly, “I'm not sure what to make of it, perhaps it's the undead energy of this place, or something else entirely."
As everyone goes about thier morning routines Eron will find an opportunity to ask Cal more about Pelor. Eron is an attentive student asking Cal everything that comes to mind, an open book. “Cal please be patient with me I feel drawn to knowledge.”
"Spirits," Beryl exclaims to Blair. "Well if they did no harm I would think we're quite clear of danger from them a least," the fighter adds looking to Cal who smiles at her softly.
Lai seems fully healed and makes the party a hearty breakfast if a basic porridge black coffee. She seems curious though about Cal and Eron's exchange at breakfast. Over their meal Cal begins to describe the rough tenants of the Pelor faith. Eron then quickly learns that Cal is not the best teacher but is very sincere in his faith.
"Pelor is the great Sun God, a source of life, healing, warmth, well-being and strength. Pelor is an excessively powerful deity, entirely devoted to the cause of Good, and who is indifferent to the quarrels between Law and Chaos, as long as Good prevails. Pelor represents, above all, the beneficent energy of the sun, bringing warmth and comfort, nourishing plants, and banishing darkness," Cal says as the party finishes packing up to leave. "He...he brought me out of a very dark period of my life and helped me hone my skills to do good for goods sake not some lofty tenants that are hard or impossible to live up too," he adds.
Meanwhile Beryl having found suitable underclothes has helped Lai into her armor and found her an axe to replace her table leg! Lai then approaches Cal and Eron.
"Although I think this is not quite the time for a theological discussion," Laidl begins having listened to Cal. "But at the risk of sounding quite harsh I would ask your analyze your new interest in Pelor as a true calling rather than a reaction to events that have befallen us," the paladin says interrupting Cal most basic introduction to Pelor.
"He can make his own choice how he came to Pelor, Lai," Beryl begins but Cal then holds up his hand.
"I agree this isn't the best time for religious institution but it is a time for faith," Cal explains.
Breaking camp Beryl turns to the others for their thoughts on how best to move forward!
Eron is soaking in everything Cal is saying. As Lai suggests this is a momentary fascination Eron lowers his head and says, “Thank you Cal, Lai is of course correct now may not be the best time. However I assure you my interest is not yet sated, I desire much more...”
As Eron looks around at everyone talking about ghosts, grabbing a quick bit of food. He notices Apple-Jack and offers her the goodberries from the previous day no longer supercharged but still a treat.
Quatt slowly emerges from his shell, stretching his neck out long before bringing it back down slightly. He looks around at the others before sitting down and grabbing some nut and berries form his pouch to munch on.
After Quatt emerges Cal looks at Lai who's now fully armored and motions with his head towards the tortle as Lai nods sighing audibly.
"Ah, good morning Quatt. May Pelor's light guide you through the shadows cast by the darkness around us," Lai begins as she approaches to the tortle. Looking humbly at her hands which she is currently wringing making them blotchy and red she continues. "I...I wanted to apologize for...for not seeing reason yesterday, " the paladin says still unable to meet the turtle's gaze. "You saved all of us we I did not see the truth. I.... I appreciate your willingness to help and your quick action, " she adds finally looking up to meet the turtle's gaze.
While Lai is making amends Beryl and Cal have joined Blair, Eron, Nobriki, and Silf.
"How do we proceed, " Beryl begins looking at her companions. "We're down to Navar and Apple Jack. Plenty of the party will have to proceed on foot," the half-orc explains rubbing the back of her neck at her shaved hairline and frowning.
"I don't like those odds," Cal replies moving closer to Beryl's side.
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"Um... I'm no tactitition... But we either head to Turst's Fields or back to town, right?" Nobriki says while he rolls up his bed roll and packs everything neatly away.
He's going to take a minute to check the bar and kitchen for any additional water skins or stoppered bottles he can use. Set of silver. Or cash. These people certainly won't be using it...
Quatt smiles at Lai "No need to apologize, because of my Myconid family I believe I have a very...different way of looking at things like what your friend had become. If my connection to my fungus continues to grow, I myself should be able to temporarily raise a dead body. Although such things will not have the taint of evil that I witnessed yesterday."
"I don't mind going on foot," Blair says calmly. "In fact, I think it might be better if a few of us do. We can move more quietly and quickly on foot, without the added weight and noise of horses."
((I think Blair saved a horse too from last night - he did ride one to the tavern.))
"Yes, well I thank you for your dedication and effort," Lai finishes nervously moving away from the social one on one and towards Caladon who's planning with the others to exit.
OOC don't recall Blair RPing this but if you can find the post that specifies these actions I'll allow it!
"Quatt isn't getting on a horse," Lai interjects. "I'll go on foot also and protect who I can," the paladin adds curtly. "Shall we send out a scout," she then asks looking at Silf as does the other members of the escape plan!
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"I think we should have the riders scout first then those on foot follow," Beryl suggests next. "Caladon and I will be on Navar. Eron could you double up with another rider on Apple Jack," she half-orc asks the ranger.
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Perception for Quatt for watch: 16
As Blair takes his watch at night, he watches the flickering fire in the fireplace, his lute resting on his lap, as he sighs and thinks about all those lives lost to the undead, and Lai’s attempt to save Deirdre.
“I hope that’s the last of it.” He whispers quietly to himself.
Perception: 6
Exhausted by the days events Eron falls asleep on his watch. He's left sleeping by Nobriki who wakes Quatt in time of his watch to start. The tortle is highly vigilant from years of living in caves and darken spaces he ca easily sense something is amiss in the natural world around him. The tortle is only troubled to see a couple of his companions seemingly are restless in their sleeping. Beryl murmurs to herself but falls silent as Cal tucks himself closer to her. Everyone is sleeping close after all on the bottom floor of the tavern with the fire Nobriki built still blazing! Quatt hands off the last watch to Blair and Silf but the fairy falls asleep exhausted from her casting frenzied casting of protections. It's nearly dawn when the bard witnesses the eerie appearance of what he can only assume are a series of spectral townsfolk! They move about the place performing daily tasks in the tavern! The bard's relieved when they don't seem to harm anyone but the sight of them is jarring! It will certainly be a story to tell!
As the dawn's light begins to shine in the gaps of the barricades Blair hears the soft sounds of morning birds announcing the arrival of a new day.
"Morning," Beryl calls out to Blair as Cal sits up too having nestled in her arms, Blair saw, the halfling looks well rested for what it's worth!
"Everyone...ok," Cal asks next moving to his feet and looking around as the sleeping members of thier party.
It was only the bard, the cleric, and the fighter awake.
"How was your watch," Beryl asks curiously as she puts on her breastplate and bracers. "From her snoring I'm guessing Silf was little help," the fighter teases with a tusky smile.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Silf sits bolt upright at the mention of her name, then slowly hunkers down into a heavy-eyed stupor. Standing up and smacking her lips, she seems to be unaware of her surroundings, walking over to a wall and mechanically reaching for a kettle. After a few attempts to grab the kettle, she shakes her head and opens her eyes. Looking around, the little fairy remembers that she's in a tavern, and potentially surrounded by Zombies.
"Haha! I'll get eyes on our surroundings!" she shouts, flying up to the broken/open window, not waiting for a response. Landing on the sill, she cranes her neck to see what the situation is outside.
New day, new perception! Better perception? Hopefully: 3
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Eron wakes up realizing he fell asleep on watch. He walks over to Nobriki, “Sorry friend, I’m sorry. Looks like we survived.” If Apple and Navar are present with us Eron offers them a goodberry each and rubs them down. He will set out his bucket and look about for water to offer the animals.
He sees Silf is her normal self which brings a big smile to his face briefly.
Blair was mesmerized by the way the spectral ghosts went about their daily tasks in the tavern, completely unaware of the living beings around them. He couldn't help but wonder what their stories were, what led them to become spectral beings haunting this tavern. As soon as his companions are awake, he tells them what he saw.
"Friends, I have to tell you what I saw during my watch. As the dawn's light began to shine in the gaps of the barricades, I witnessed a strange sight - a series of spectral townsfolk moving about the tavern, performing daily tasks as if they were alive. It was eerie and fascinating! They didn't seem to notice me, and they didn’t seem baleful, but their movements were so lifelike.” His brows furrow slightly, “I'm not sure what to make of it, perhaps it's the undead energy of this place, or something else entirely."
Eron will try to detect portals within 1 mile.
As everyone goes about thier morning routines Eron will find an opportunity to ask Cal more about Pelor. Eron is an attentive student asking Cal everything that comes to mind, an open book. “Cal please be patient with me I feel drawn to knowledge.”
"Spirits," Beryl exclaims to Blair. "Well if they did no harm I would think we're quite clear of danger from them a least," the fighter adds looking to Cal who smiles at her softly.
Lai seems fully healed and makes the party a hearty breakfast if a basic porridge black coffee. She seems curious though about Cal and Eron's exchange at breakfast. Over their meal Cal begins to describe the rough tenants of the Pelor faith. Eron then quickly learns that Cal is not the best teacher but is very sincere in his faith.
"Pelor is the great Sun God, a source of life, healing, warmth, well-being and strength. Pelor is an excessively powerful deity, entirely devoted to the cause of Good, and who is indifferent to the quarrels between Law and Chaos, as long as Good prevails. Pelor represents, above all, the beneficent energy of the sun, bringing warmth and comfort, nourishing plants, and banishing darkness," Cal says as the party finishes packing up to leave. "He...he brought me out of a very dark period of my life and helped me hone my skills to do good for goods sake not some lofty tenants that are hard or impossible to live up too," he adds.
Meanwhile Beryl having found suitable underclothes has helped Lai into her armor and found her an axe to replace her table leg! Lai then approaches Cal and Eron.
"Although I think this is not quite the time for a theological discussion," Laidl begins having listened to Cal. "But at the risk of sounding quite harsh I would ask your analyze your new interest in Pelor as a true calling rather than a reaction to events that have befallen us," the paladin says interrupting Cal most basic introduction to Pelor.
"He can make his own choice how he came to Pelor, Lai," Beryl begins but Cal then holds up his hand.
"I agree this isn't the best time for religious institution but it is a time for faith," Cal explains.
Breaking camp Beryl turns to the others for their thoughts on how best to move forward!
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Eron detects no portals.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Eron is soaking in everything Cal is saying. As Lai suggests this is a momentary fascination Eron lowers his head and says, “Thank you Cal, Lai is of course correct now may not be the best time. However I assure you my interest is not yet sated, I desire much more...”
As Eron looks around at everyone talking about ghosts, grabbing a quick bit of food. He notices Apple-Jack and offers her the goodberries from the previous day no longer supercharged but still a treat.
Quatt slowly emerges from his shell, stretching his neck out long before bringing it back down slightly. He looks around at the others before sitting down and grabbing some nut and berries form his pouch to munch on.
After Quatt emerges Cal looks at Lai who's now fully armored and motions with his head towards the tortle as Lai nods sighing audibly.
"Ah, good morning Quatt. May Pelor's light guide you through the shadows cast by the darkness around us," Lai begins as she approaches to the tortle. Looking humbly at her hands which she is currently wringing making them blotchy and red she continues. "I...I wanted to apologize for...for not seeing reason yesterday, " the paladin says still unable to meet the turtle's gaze. "You saved all of us we I did not see the truth. I.... I appreciate your willingness to help and your quick action, " she adds finally looking up to meet the turtle's gaze.
While Lai is making amends Beryl and Cal have joined Blair, Eron, Nobriki, and Silf.
"How do we proceed, " Beryl begins looking at her companions. "We're down to Navar and Apple Jack. Plenty of the party will have to proceed on foot," the half-orc explains rubbing the back of her neck at her shaved hairline and frowning.
"I don't like those odds," Cal replies moving closer to Beryl's side.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Um... I'm no tactitition... But we either head to Turst's Fields or back to town, right?" Nobriki says while he rolls up his bed roll and packs everything neatly away.
He's going to take a minute to check the bar and kitchen for any additional water skins or stoppered bottles he can use. Set of silver. Or cash. These people certainly won't be using it...
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
Quatt smiles at Lai "No need to apologize, because of my Myconid family I believe I have a very...different way of looking at things like what your friend had become. If my connection to my fungus continues to grow, I myself should be able to temporarily raise a dead body. Although such things will not have the taint of evil that I witnessed yesterday."
"I don't mind going on foot," Blair says calmly. "In fact, I think it might be better if a few of us do. We can move more quietly and quickly on foot, without the added weight and noise of horses."
((I think Blair saved a horse too from last night - he did ride one to the tavern.))
"Yes, well I thank you for your dedication and effort," Lai finishes nervously moving away from the social one on one and towards Caladon who's planning with the others to exit.
OOC don't recall Blair RPing this but if you can find the post that specifies these actions I'll allow it!
"Quatt isn't getting on a horse," Lai interjects. "I'll go on foot also and protect who I can," the paladin adds curtly. "Shall we send out a scout," she then asks looking at Silf as does the other members of the escape plan!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Quatt nods along " I do not wish for my shell to dig into the horses back."
"Hey now, I refuse to go on foot!"
Long awkward pause...
"I'll be hoofing it!"
Nobriki says, lifting his cloven hoof up and laughing so hysterically he falls on the ground still laughing.
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"I think we should have the riders scout first then those on foot follow," Beryl suggests next. "Caladon and I will be on Navar. Eron could you double up with another rider on Apple Jack," she half-orc asks the ranger.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.