“If they’re smart they’ll stay behind the trees.“ Maziara jokes as he peers into the trees seeing nothing, but trusting the Tabaxi’s instincts. “We should get this caravan moving again. We’ve still got several days left to make it to Norrend.”
The guard nods and heads back to the front of the line with Micky. You all hear the single whistle as the wagon train sets off.
As you pass the carnage of the battle it appears that nearly 100 goblins attacked the caravan. The day could have been worse besides the two destroy wagons it looks like only a few of the Guards list their lives though you are unsure of the numbered of injured.
After an hour or so you reach the summit. The lead wagons have already pulled of into a clearing.
Sam you drive the wagon into the designated location and everybody helps set up camp. The guard stops by instructing yall to set a watch covering the sector just outside your wagon.
The sky is clear as the sun sets leaving a breath taking view as you look down the valley on the otherside of the mountain pass. From the look of things it appears you will have to cross two more passes and a valley before reaching the Plains in which Norend rests.
DM: Please set a watch order (this will be the one I'll always assume u less yall change it and RP anything you wish. When yall state your going to bed/starting the watch I'll progress the story)
"Yes...yes, we should get moving," Marley agrees with Maziara, looking around nervously as Micky returns from killing the goblin. He spends most of the trip in the wagon anxiously watching either side of the road, with bow at the ready, finally relaxing as the caravan arrives at the summit.
After the party sets up camp, he pulls out a small wooden pipe and fills it with tobacco, taking a few puffs as he watches the sunset. "Do you know any songs in Elvish?" he asks Maziara.
Maziara looks toward Marley with excitement. "Ah yes my Tabaxi friend. I sure do!" Maziara picks up his pan flute and holds it with pride. "This was a gift from a Satyr I met while traveling some years ago. My mother always played on hers when I was growing up, and it felt right to start playing one of my own." Maziara moves toward the center of the group and readys himself. "Here, I will play for you one of the first songs I remember hearing from my father as a kid."
Maziara draws in a long breath and begins to play the pan flute. Long steady notes fill the air. As he plays, Maziara dances slowly around the camp as he preforms his art. He hits a complex set of notes, before slowly cascading into softer and softer sounds, until all is silent. He takes another deep breath, and bows slightly. He looks around, hoping that his music has brought some comfort and relaxation to the group. Following his performance in battle, he is happy that Marely opened up an opportunity for him to showcase his true talent.
Marley sits with eyes closed, listening intently as the flute music fills the air. He nods his head in rhythm with the song, tapping his foot and gently swaying back and forth as he smokes his pipe. When Maziara finishes he opens his eyes and stands enthusiastically, holding his pipe in his teeth as he gives a round of applause.
"Beautiful, beautiful...by the Cat Lord's whiskers! Now Marley can sleep tonight."
Maziara is delighted by the camps response to his performance. “Thank you my friends.” He says with a smile “It is my pleasure to perform for such brave adventurous folk like yourselves.”
After dinner Marley digs in his backpack and finds a small cook kit. Hanging the pot over the fire, he pours dried green leaves from a leather pouch into the water as it begins to boil, taking a deep breath of the rising steam.
"Ahhhh, catnip tea... anybody want some?" He shares the tea with anyone who wants a cup and then tidies up and gets ready for bed.
Maziara smells the freshly brewed tea. "I'd love some Marley. Thank you." He sits near Marley. "If you don't mind me asking Marley. What brings you on this adventure?"
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"There... hiding in the trees," Marley growls as he points adamantly, his tail twitching back and forth.
“Crunchface not see anything.”
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
“If they’re smart they’ll stay behind the trees.“ Maziara jokes as he peers into the trees seeing nothing, but trusting the Tabaxi’s instincts. “We should get this caravan moving again. We’ve still got several days left to make it to Norrend.”
Micky looks around I don't see anything either.
He will walk closer to the woods for a look.
Perception 8
As Micky approaches the woods a small goblin charges him. He quickly bashes it in the head. Takes a look around then heads back to the wagon.
Micky: Guess there where a few small fry up there watching us they ran off though. And a larger one in a black cloak but it disappeared.
At that moment the guard walks up.
Guard: Alright we took some damage and list 2 carts but we are ready to move. Can any of yall drive a cart?
(Land vehicle proficiency)
The master wants Micky and I up front to fill in the gap. Those blokes where not as lucky or skilled as us.
Crunchface shakes his head at the question about driving.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Sam steps forward and says "I can drive the cart. I agree, we need to get moving before more show up." He jumps up in the drivers seat and gets set.
D&D since 1984
The guard nods and heads back to the front of the line with Micky. You all hear the single whistle as the wagon train sets off.
As you pass the carnage of the battle it appears that nearly 100 goblins attacked the caravan. The day could have been worse besides the two destroy wagons it looks like only a few of the Guards list their lives though you are unsure of the numbered of injured.
After an hour or so you reach the summit. The lead wagons have already pulled of into a clearing.
Sam you drive the wagon into the designated location and everybody helps set up camp. The guard stops by instructing yall to set a watch covering the sector just outside your wagon.
The sky is clear as the sun sets leaving a breath taking view as you look down the valley on the otherside of the mountain pass. From the look of things it appears you will have to cross two more passes and a valley before reaching the Plains in which Norend rests.
DM: Please set a watch order (this will be the one I'll always assume u less yall change it and RP anything you wish. When yall state your going to bed/starting the watch I'll progress the story)
(I can take the first watch)
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
"Yes...yes, we should get moving," Marley agrees with Maziara, looking around nervously as Micky returns from killing the goblin. He spends most of the trip in the wagon anxiously watching either side of the road, with bow at the ready, finally relaxing as the caravan arrives at the summit.
After the party sets up camp, he pulls out a small wooden pipe and fills it with tobacco, taking a few puffs as he watches the sunset. "Do you know any songs in Elvish?" he asks Maziara.
(Marley volunteers to take 2nd watch)
Sam can take final watch
D&D since 1984
Maziara looks toward Marley with excitement. "Ah yes my Tabaxi friend. I sure do!" Maziara picks up his pan flute and holds it with pride. "This was a gift from a Satyr I met while traveling some years ago. My mother always played on hers when I was growing up, and it felt right to start playing one of my own." Maziara moves toward the center of the group and readys himself. "Here, I will play for you one of the first songs I remember hearing from my father as a kid."
Maziara draws in a long breath and begins to play the pan flute. Long steady notes fill the air. As he plays, Maziara dances slowly around the camp as he preforms his art. He hits a complex set of notes, before slowly cascading into softer and softer sounds, until all is silent. He takes another deep breath, and bows slightly. He looks around, hoping that his music has brought some comfort and relaxation to the group. Following his performance in battle, he is happy that Marely opened up an opportunity for him to showcase his true talent.
Maziara roll performance
Performance: 13
As you play the entire camp starts to listen. When you finish you are met with many cheers. You have risen the spirits of the camp.
Marley sits with eyes closed, listening intently as the flute music fills the air. He nods his head in rhythm with the song, tapping his foot and gently swaying back and forth as he smokes his pipe. When Maziara finishes he opens his eyes and stands enthusiastically, holding his pipe in his teeth as he gives a round of applause.
"Beautiful, beautiful...by the Cat Lord's whiskers! Now Marley can sleep tonight."
Sam claps at his performance "Well done! Thank you."
D&D since 1984
Maziara is delighted by the camps response to his performance. “Thank you my friends.” He says with a smile “It is my pleasure to perform for such brave adventurous folk like yourselves.”
After dinner Marley digs in his backpack and finds a small cook kit. Hanging the pot over the fire, he pours dried green leaves from a leather pouch into the water as it begins to boil, taking a deep breath of the rising steam.
"Ahhhh, catnip tea... anybody want some?" He shares the tea with anyone who wants a cup and then tidies up and gets ready for bed.
Maziara smells the freshly brewed tea. "I'd love some Marley. Thank you." He sits near Marley. "If you don't mind me asking Marley. What brings you on this adventure?"