"I can help scout!" Silf shouts, jump-flying over the laughing Nobriki and punching the air with her tiny fists. "I can fly really high and try to see what's going on ahead of us! I did a great job yesterday. Well, I think I did. I can't really remember."
The combination of unrestful sleep, the stresses of the previous day, and the build-up of morning energy has sent the fairy over the edge a bit. She looks around like a dragon wyrmling being teased with dancing lights. After a quick twirl and a couple of toots on her slide whistle, the fairy flips her red hair out of her face, and does a couple quick squats. "I'm ready! Send me in!"
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Eron will do his best to scout as they ride ahead scouting7. "Silf those were some good squats earlier, you must workout a lot. Your wings seem really strong too, you flew a long time yesterday when you were checking enemy numbers. You described a unicorn awhile back, is he someone you work for?"
"Weeeeelllll, not so much someone I work for, as much as someone who saved me in the forest and granted me magical powers that I can use so long as I work to save the forest and protect animals and just generally destroy bad guys and monsters," she says, very quickly. "He's nice. I think he's from the Celestial Plane. You'd think he'd be from the Feywild, but he isn't. Doesn't make any sense, but I guess that's what happens when a giant, silver, talking unicorn comes into your life on such short notice."
The little fairy ponders for a moment as she faces backwards on Apple-Jack, watching behind them. She inclines her head toward Eron for a moment. "My legs aren't that strong. I just get excited sometimes. In fact, on a scale of 1 to 5, I'd rank them at -1. How long have you been friends with the world's best donkey, Eron?"
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“You hear that Apple ‘worlds’ best donkey’. Umm well to answer that question. I left my assignment with the military. I was a skinner (tears begin forming) it was the worst job... I know I didn’t kill, or hurt the animals I worked with but I was young alone and they gave me the job to keep me in my place. Apple is very special to me. I would be haunted by my past without Apple-Jack, animals don’t care about your past only who you are now. I’m sorry if you think of me differently now, but thank you for listening. I feel like a weight fell off of me and I can move and breath easier. Love you Apple.”
While he waits Nobriki is going to look about the bar and kitchen for water skins and any flasks or anything that he can stopper. And grab a couple bottles of strong mead or Dwarven ale. Anything else useful like money in the til. This town is dead and these people aren't going to be needing any of this.
"Well, my large shelled friend, everyone in town is dead, and we are off to stop that blight from spreading, so I figure they would be ok with us borrowing some funds and booze to help us asking that journey. Wanna help me look while we wait for our buddies to get back from scouting? "
OOC y'all the perception checks are uh...not great. How is the party first navigating the trenches Silf made with the horses and mule? Maybe somebody wants to help action another person?
"I think I will head out with Caladon ahead of the party," Beryl explains. "Silf maybe fill in the trenches over the remains of these...unforunates," the fighter says somberly gesturing towards the door.
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"Doo bee doo bee doo," Silf mutters to herself throwing her hand out in a carefree wave. Like a cascading wave, the piles of dirt on one end of the long trench begin to slide back into the ditch, covering any of the undead still trapped in the openings. After the ditches are refilled, Silf waves the other hand and compacts the dirt so that it is firm enough for the horses. The little fairy pulls out her slide whistle and begins to toot a little tune in honor of the village's fallen.
Performance: 17 (in game log)
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Nobriki sadly the tavern has been throughly picked over and he finds nothing of value.
After Silf fills in the trenches Beryl and Caladon head out, Beryl leading Navar out of the tarven into the plaza outside the tavern. With a quick motion Beryl helps Cal to mount and then mounts behind him. Looking around the fighter doesn't notice anything moving and waves the party out holding her reigns in one had and a finger over her lips, a shhh, motion before talking a watchful stance outside the tavern as the party exits.
OOC everyone welcome to level 4! Surviving and teamwork, good job guys!!
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Blair steps out of the tavern and takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air. He savors the warmth of the sun on his skin, grateful for the new day that has come. The previous night's horrors still linger in the air, but Blair chooses to focus on the present moment and the hope it brings. He looks up at the clear blue sky, feeling a sense of peace wash over him.
The soft breeze rustles through his blonde hair, making it dance around his face. Blair closes his eyes and lifts his chin, letting the wind wash over him. He opens his eyes again, his smile growing wider as he takes in the sight of his companions standing together. "A new day," Blair says, "We're still here, still ighting. Let's keep it that way."
Beryl casts a hard glance at Blair. She holds her hand once more to her lips then gestures to the road nearly 75ft away to a group of zombies swarming something there! Cal then frowns following the direction Beryl's pointed. Beryl remains astride Navar with Cal in front of her this time. She's almost cradling the man who's red curls are tickling her chin. Beryl however is trying to remain focused, alert she's in sentry mode despite literally and figuratively having her arms around her beloved! Beryl then gestures the party to follow.
OOC I need stealth checks folks!
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Quatt helps Nobriki for a couple minutes until they realize that nothing of importance can be found, he then quietly heads outside, surveying the field before them.
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Nobriki flexes his torso to the left and right, having been uncomfortable since waking up but too distracted russling around to have really noticed. Now that there's a moment of quiet it's kind of hitting him. His dreams from last night come back to mind. It's fuzzy, but images of a conversation with Titania asking for her blessing and guidance, filling her in on his current predicament as she listened with pursed lips and a glint in her eyes. And then the end as he felt her hand upon his chest and then a pattern slowly burning it's way across his flesh. He wishes he could remember what that pattern is, but now is not the time to take off his armor and find out. He knows from past experience that sometimes that tickle at the front of your brain just won't resolve until you stop focusing on it.
He snaps out of his reverie at Beryl's seriousness, and tries to hold on to his clinking armor and jangling buckes as he follow the rest.
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Silf's eyes catch Beryl's hard look at Blair. With the whistle still in her mouth she drops the slide to its lowest position, as she swivels her head around to look at the indicated zombies. Promptly removing the instrument form her mouth, she makes a "woopsie" face and stows the whistle back on her belt. Settled on the back of Apple-Jack she hunkers down to be as quiet and stealthy as possible.
Stealth: 8
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Oddly the tortle beyond the Beryl, Cal, and even Lai stealthily move away from the tavern not calling the attention of the undead at the road. Instead it's the rest of the party alerting the zombies who begin slowly but surely shambling towards them!
"Fight or flee? Doesn't look like many," Lai asks holding her gifted axe tightly and grimacing at the approaching dead!
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"I can help scout!" Silf shouts, jump-flying over the laughing Nobriki and punching the air with her tiny fists. "I can fly really high and try to see what's going on ahead of us! I did a great job yesterday. Well, I think I did. I can't really remember."
The combination of unrestful sleep, the stresses of the previous day, and the build-up of morning energy has sent the fairy over the edge a bit. She looks around like a dragon wyrmling being teased with dancing lights. After a quick twirl and a couple of toots on her slide whistle, the fairy flips her red hair out of her face, and does a couple quick squats. "I'm ready! Send me in!"
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
Honorary Leader in the Pixie Peewee Powderpuff Pals!
“I’ll go with Silf. I think it’s a good idea to buddy up.” Eron blushes a little but shakes his head and mutters, “No one touches the faerie.”
”What do you think Apple can Silf ride too?”
“I am a leaf on the wind! Watch how I soar.”
"Yeah! Scouting Bros!" Silf shouts, power squatting a few more times.
(Athletics check to see how powerful her squats are? 4)
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
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Eron will do his best to scout as they ride ahead scouting 7. "Silf those were some good squats earlier, you must workout a lot. Your wings seem really strong too, you flew a long time yesterday when you were checking enemy numbers. You described a unicorn awhile back, is he someone you work for?"
“I am a leaf on the wind! Watch how I soar.”
"Weeeeelllll, not so much someone I work for, as much as someone who saved me in the forest and granted me magical powers that I can use so long as I work to save the forest and protect animals and just generally destroy bad guys and monsters," she says, very quickly. "He's nice. I think he's from the Celestial Plane. You'd think he'd be from the Feywild, but he isn't. Doesn't make any sense, but I guess that's what happens when a giant, silver, talking unicorn comes into your life on such short notice."
The little fairy ponders for a moment as she faces backwards on Apple-Jack, watching behind them. She inclines her head toward Eron for a moment. "My legs aren't that strong. I just get excited sometimes. In fact, on a scale of 1 to 5, I'd rank them at -1. How long have you been friends with the world's best donkey, Eron?"
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
Honorary Leader in the Pixie Peewee Powderpuff Pals!
“You hear that Apple ‘worlds’ best donkey’. Umm well to answer that question. I left my assignment with the military. I was a skinner (tears begin forming) it was the worst job... I know I didn’t kill, or hurt the animals I worked with but I was young alone and they gave me the job to keep me in my place. Apple is very special to me. I would be haunted by my past without Apple-Jack, animals don’t care about your past only who you are now. I’m sorry if you think of me differently now, but thank you for listening. I feel like a weight fell off of me and I can move and breath easier. Love you Apple.”
“I am a leaf on the wind! Watch how I soar.”
While he waits Nobriki is going to look about the bar and kitchen for water skins and any flasks or anything that he can stopper. And grab a couple bottles of strong mead or Dwarven ale. Anything else useful like money in the til. This town is dead and these people aren't going to be needing any of this.
Should you need rolls in the meantime...
Investigation 10
Perception 3
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
Quatt walks up behind Nobriki "What are we looking for?"
"Well, my large shelled friend, everyone in town is dead, and we are off to stop that blight from spreading, so I figure they would be ok with us borrowing some funds and booze to help us asking that journey. Wanna help me look while we wait for our buddies to get back from scouting? "
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
OOC y'all the perception checks are uh...not great. How is the party first navigating the trenches Silf made with the horses and mule? Maybe somebody wants to help action another person?
"I think I will head out with Caladon ahead of the party," Beryl explains. "Silf maybe fill in the trenches over the remains of these...unforunates," the fighter says somberly gesturing towards the door.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Doo bee doo bee doo," Silf mutters to herself throwing her hand out in a carefree wave. Like a cascading wave, the piles of dirt on one end of the long trench begin to slide back into the ditch, covering any of the undead still trapped in the openings. After the ditches are refilled, Silf waves the other hand and compacts the dirt so that it is firm enough for the horses. The little fairy pulls out her slide whistle and begins to toot a little tune in honor of the village's fallen.
Performance: 17 (in game log)
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
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Nobriki sadly the tavern has been throughly picked over and he finds nothing of value.
After Silf fills in the trenches Beryl and Caladon head out, Beryl leading Navar out of the tarven into the plaza outside the tavern. With a quick motion Beryl helps Cal to mount and then mounts behind him. Looking around the fighter doesn't notice anything moving and waves the party out holding her reigns in one had and a finger over her lips, a shhh, motion before talking a watchful stance outside the tavern as the party exits.
OOC everyone welcome to level 4! Surviving and teamwork, good job guys!!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Blair steps out of the tavern and takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air. He savors the warmth of the sun on his skin, grateful for the new day that has come. The previous night's horrors still linger in the air, but Blair chooses to focus on the present moment and the hope it brings. He looks up at the clear blue sky, feeling a sense of peace wash over him.
The soft breeze rustles through his blonde hair, making it dance around his face. Blair closes his eyes and lifts his chin, letting the wind wash over him. He opens his eyes again, his smile growing wider as he takes in the sight of his companions standing together. "A new day," Blair says, "We're still here, still ighting. Let's keep it that way."
Beryl casts a hard glance at Blair. She holds her hand once more to her lips then gestures to the road nearly 75ft away to a group of zombies swarming something there! Cal then frowns following the direction Beryl's pointed. Beryl remains astride Navar with Cal in front of her this time. She's almost cradling the man who's red curls are tickling her chin. Beryl however is trying to remain focused, alert she's in sentry mode despite literally and figuratively having her arms around her beloved! Beryl then gestures the party to follow.
OOC I need stealth checks folks!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Quatt helps Nobriki for a couple minutes until they realize that nothing of importance can be found, he then quietly heads outside, surveying the field before them.
Stealth: 13
Perception: 19
Eron stealth 8
“I am a leaf on the wind! Watch how I soar.”
Stealth: 20
Nobriki flexes his torso to the left and right, having been uncomfortable since waking up but too distracted russling around to have really noticed. Now that there's a moment of quiet it's kind of hitting him. His dreams from last night come back to mind. It's fuzzy, but images of a conversation with Titania asking for her blessing and guidance, filling her in on his current predicament as she listened with pursed lips and a glint in her eyes. And then the end as he felt her hand upon his chest and then a pattern slowly burning it's way across his flesh. He wishes he could remember what that pattern is, but now is not the time to take off his armor and find out. He knows from past experience that sometimes that tickle at the front of your brain just won't resolve until you stop focusing on it.
He snaps out of his reverie at Beryl's seriousness, and tries to hold on to his clinking armor and jangling buckes as he follow the rest.
Stealth 11
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
Silf's eyes catch Beryl's hard look at Blair. With the whistle still in her mouth she drops the slide to its lowest position, as she swivels her head around to look at the indicated zombies. Promptly removing the instrument form her mouth, she makes a "woopsie" face and stows the whistle back on her belt. Settled on the back of Apple-Jack she hunkers down to be as quiet and stealthy as possible.
Stealth: 8
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
Honorary Leader in the Pixie Peewee Powderpuff Pals!
Oddly the tortle beyond the Beryl, Cal, and even Lai stealthily move away from the tavern not calling the attention of the undead at the road. Instead it's the rest of the party alerting the zombies who begin slowly but surely shambling towards them!
"Fight or flee? Doesn't look like many," Lai asks holding her gifted axe tightly and grimacing at the approaching dead!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.