With that the Red Wizard's shoulders slump and he gazes East. His lips move in quiet speech and his disappears in a cloud of mist that is blown away on the hill top wind.
All that remains is rotting flesh, crumbling stone, and bright coloured canvas.
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Might I suggest we dally the shortest time possible here? We can always come back. Perhaps we should look again to Phandalin our loin clothed friend whilst the other quickly search?"
With that said bow stowed, Titus alights the ruins to gain the highest ground to again look towards Phandalin.
Hamun Kost's tent contains a comfortable traveling suite, including a cot, a chair, a writing desk, supplies, and a chest of clothes.
In the chest is a leather bag containing 35 sp, 20 ep, 20 gp, 5 pp, one pearl (100 gp), a potion, a scroll in a bone tube, and a tiny jeweled box (25 gp) containing a ring.
The ring appears weathered and is comprised of a dark metal that feels warm to the touch.
On the desk are some crumpled papers that look like rough drafts of letters mentioning lack of progress and requesting more time. Another has a few scribbled sentences about a kingdom called Netheril followed by the words Ask Agatha and a question mark...
Eedim give a gruff snort and mutters, "Not a dropsh ta drinksh." angrily.
Kryinor shifts back into his half-elven form. "I will give you a hand, my friend. I too am troubled by the mercy shown to the wizard. But atleast these souls will now have the peace they deserve." Grabbing a slightly smaller stone and helping Kargan.
Atop a crumbling support column in the old wall Breccha grasps the magic sword and feels his vision shift. Scanning the surrounds he can stills see the dark smoke riding above Phandalin. The rest of the countryside seems quiet, apart form the rather forlorn figure of the Red Wizard moving away east through the rugged terrain.
He still clutches his shoulder where the broken shaft of the arrow protrudes.
"Phandalin is still burning..." Breccha tells his comrades as he climbs down. "All else seems quiet and the death wizard is still heading east. I suggest we get to Phandalin as fast as possible".
Nimbly jumping of the ruins walls, landing deftly on the rubble strewn floor Titus takes a drink from his waterskin. Thirst quenched he turns to his companions.
"Thank you my large friend. Our day is not done yet! Did we find anything of import to get us back to Phandalin quicker? I say a few of that red chaps disappearing spells would handy!"
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Seeing his friends' impatience Zaxx will quickly scoop up the obvious items of value (especially the notes and letters). He has a quick rummage around to see if he's missed anything and then he wanders out of the tent, noting the large stones now placed around the battlefield.
"Titus! Not a lot to aid us hasten our return, I'm afraid, but some trinkets that I would study immediately if time was not of the essence. Come then! I feel invigorated and could likely outrun the barbarian! To Phandalin?"
Zaxx ends his words with notable uncertainty.
[OOC: Perception check 17 to do one last search of the writing desk and anything standing out in the tent.]
The dead and their makeshift headstones lie still. A breeze picks up blowing from the east as if to hasten the company back to their friends in Phandalin. Zaxx takes one last look at the Red Wizards things and spies nothing further of obvious value.
Kargan and Kryinor hastily clean themselves of the dust of their exertions. Breccha strides ahead leading the group out of the ruined court.
The rough worn path curls down the hillside and leads to a wider road headed west and north. Soon, lead by Eedim and Titus scouting the way ahead, the party are back on the Triboar Trail headed west. Pahndalin burns just over two days away a smoke clad beacon of need and worry.
For the rest of the day the company head towards the falling sun and at its setting find them selves in need of rest. Camp is made, a rough travelers meal eaten, and watches set.
OOC: For Titus
That night Titus is swept up in strange dreams of the hunt, fighting, and Elven victories. Near waking he finds himself resting under a great gnarled oak. A very tall fair haired elf with a luminous presence suddenly stands above him.
A strong deep voice intones, "Titus Vespasianus, well met. Do not stand brother you have earned this rest." He leans forward, a large crescent moon amulet dangles from a chain around his neck, it swings before Titus' face. "I have been watching you Noble Titus, faithful companion, and gentle mentor." He smiles.
"I am made happy and proud by what I see. I have tidings for you." His face takes on a more stern look. "You are nearing a great challenge. It is an opportunity to do great good and test you mettle against a dire foe. Not all creatures of the wood are benign, some are worthy allies, some worthy adversaries. Yet some are an anathema and must be dealt with to maintain the balance."
The tall elf stretches a hand out and places it on the Rangers shoulder, "Though you may come to great harm or even die, you shall not be alone or unaided. Know that I am watching and I give you this to aid you in your task."
The figure straightens and takes a bow from his side. It made of beautiful golden wood with emerald green inlay, the string taut between its curved ends seemingly made of woven silver. As Titus takes the bow from the tall elf it transforms to a familiar black lacquered yew, it feels warm to the touch and flashes briefly as his hand closes about it.
With one last proud smile the figures turns to walk away into the woods, "Wake now brave Titus, rise to the challenge, may fortune go with you..."
The night passes without incident and the next days travel is quick and unbroken by fellow travelers or more malign wayfarers.
About midday you all notice the smoke from the town thinning and eventually it stops. "Is thish an' good norn ill omen..." remarks Eedim.
Pushing yourselves you make good speed and find and are nearing Phandalin. At this next setting of the sun you face a decision, do you push on and arrive in full night or do you camp and approach with the coming of the sun?
"What?, What was that, my dear dwarve? Oh yes. Push on. Push on chaps, we must save what we can."
Titus then looks at his bow for the 1100th time today, squares his shoulders mutters under his breath "Death is as light as a feather....I'm coming younglings, I'm coming..."
and pushes on with renewed energy towards Phandalin.
The proximity of Phandlin lends a spring in the steps of all the company, the last few miles to the town are eaten up in the coming darkness.
Titus and Eedim lead the way with Kryinor, now in wolf form, ranging about the group searching for any signs of danger and sending out a mental call for his wolf brothers.
The young druid picks up a faint impression of his good friend Blaze and feels that the pack are quite distant. The Alpha sends images of the mountains to the South and the Kryptgarden forest beyond.
"Do you need us brother?" Balze's thoughts carry to Kryinor...
Upon reaching the hill looking over the town you notice that the gates are closed and more of the new palisade is up and looking quite secure. The scent of smoke is on the air, and a watch is set, but no increased security seems to be evident.
The moon is waning and not all that bright, darkness hides much of what is going on within the towns new wooden walls.
On seeing the closed gates and watch, Titus props. Waits a short while then moves off to the right to skirt around Phandalin and keep and observation. At various intervals he will make a the call of the Grey Swallow Tale Flycatcher which he has used on previous occasions with both the party and Nilsa and Carp, each time calling and waiting, watching.
Stealth: 7
Perception checks: (i'll do a few donny I expect he would be watching for a while - use as many as you deem fit) 91015
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"Listen to the elf, Hamun. Go! Do not look back."
With that the Red Wizard's shoulders slump and he gazes East. His lips move in quiet speech and his disappears in a cloud of mist that is blown away on the hill top wind.
All that remains is rotting flesh, crumbling stone, and bright coloured canvas.
OOC: Nice one Heroes! What's your next move?
Feeling rather chuffed with himself Zaxx gives a bow to the party with a sweeping of his moth-eaten hat.
"Friends! What a day this has been! Truly tales will be told of our virtue!"
With that he will stride towards the coloured tent to see what mystical booty lies therein.
As he walks past Breccha he will give the barbarian a pat on the shoulder.
"Good job! There will be plenty of killing of things later, I am sure"
Might I suggest we dally the shortest time possible here? We can always come back. Perhaps we should look again to Phandalin our loin clothed friend whilst the other quickly search?"
With that said bow stowed, Titus alights the ruins to gain the highest ground to again look towards Phandalin.
21
I spit on the ground noisily
"Ach, it was a mistake to let that cursed dung fumbler escape, you mark my words wizard!"
At hearing the dwarf's concern, Zaxx laughs nervously.
"I'm sure he's a man of his word, good dwarf! We wizards take our promises very seriously."
His brow creases with worry ever so slightly and then with a shrug Zaxx continues to the tent.
Hamun Kost's tent contains a comfortable traveling suite, including a cot, a chair, a writing desk, supplies, and a chest of clothes.
In the chest is a leather bag containing 35 sp, 20 ep, 20 gp, 5 pp, one pearl (100 gp), a potion, a scroll in a bone tube, and a tiny jeweled box (25 gp) containing a ring.
The ring appears weathered and is comprised of a dark metal that feels warm to the touch.
On the desk are some crumpled papers that look like rough drafts of letters mentioning lack of progress and requesting more time. Another has a few scribbled sentences about a kingdom called Netheril followed by the words Ask Agatha and a question mark...
Eedim give a gruff snort and mutters, "Not a dropsh ta drinksh." angrily.
Breccha climbs to a high point on the ruins and uses his sword's magic to survey the surrounds and report what he sees to his comrades.
Perc: 21
Kargan will use heavy fallen stone from the tower to cover the zombie bodies
"Ha, lets see that cursed wizard ever raise these poor souls from their rest ag'in"
Kryinor shifts back into his half-elven form. "I will give you a hand, my friend. I too am troubled by the mercy shown to the wizard. But atleast these souls will now have the peace they deserve." Grabbing a slightly smaller stone and helping Kargan.
Atop a crumbling support column in the old wall Breccha grasps the magic sword and feels his vision shift. Scanning the surrounds he can stills see the dark smoke riding above Phandalin. The rest of the countryside seems quiet, apart form the rather forlorn figure of the Red Wizard moving away east through the rugged terrain.
He still clutches his shoulder where the broken shaft of the arrow protrudes.
"Phandalin is still burning..." Breccha tells his comrades as he climbs down. "All else seems quiet and the death wizard is still heading east. I suggest we get to Phandalin as fast as possible".
Nimbly jumping of the ruins walls, landing deftly on the rubble strewn floor Titus takes a drink from his waterskin. Thirst quenched he turns to his companions.
"Thank you my large friend. Our day is not done yet! Did we find anything of import to get us back to Phandalin quicker? I say a few of that red chaps disappearing spells would handy!"
Seeing his friends' impatience Zaxx will quickly scoop up the obvious items of value (especially the notes and letters). He has a quick rummage around to see if he's missed anything and then he wanders out of the tent, noting the large stones now placed around the battlefield.
"Titus! Not a lot to aid us hasten our return, I'm afraid, but some trinkets that I would study immediately if time was not of the essence. Come then! I feel invigorated and could likely outrun the barbarian! To Phandalin?"
Zaxx ends his words with notable uncertainty.
[OOC: Perception check 17 to do one last search of the writing desk and anything standing out in the tent.]
The dead and their makeshift headstones lie still. A breeze picks up blowing from the east as if to hasten the company back to their friends in Phandalin. Zaxx takes one last look at the Red Wizards things and spies nothing further of obvious value.
Kargan and Kryinor hastily clean themselves of the dust of their exertions. Breccha strides ahead leading the group out of the ruined court.
The rough worn path curls down the hillside and leads to a wider road headed west and north. Soon, lead by Eedim and Titus scouting the way ahead, the party are back on the Triboar Trail headed west. Pahndalin burns just over two days away a smoke clad beacon of need and worry.
For the rest of the day the company head towards the falling sun and at its setting find them selves in need of rest. Camp is made, a rough travelers meal eaten, and watches set.
OOC: For Titus
That night Titus is swept up in strange dreams of the hunt, fighting, and Elven victories. Near waking he finds himself resting under a great gnarled oak. A very tall fair haired elf with a luminous presence suddenly stands above him.
A strong deep voice intones, "Titus Vespasianus, well met. Do not stand brother you have earned this rest." He leans forward, a large crescent moon amulet dangles from a chain around his neck, it swings before Titus' face. "I have been watching you Noble Titus, faithful companion, and gentle mentor." He smiles.
"I am made happy and proud by what I see. I have tidings for you." His face takes on a more stern look. "You are nearing a great challenge. It is an opportunity to do great good and test you mettle against a dire foe. Not all creatures of the wood are benign, some are worthy allies, some worthy adversaries. Yet some are an anathema and must be dealt with to maintain the balance."
The tall elf stretches a hand out and places it on the Rangers shoulder, "Though you may come to great harm or even die, you shall not be alone or unaided. Know that I am watching and I give you this to aid you in your task."
The figure straightens and takes a bow from his side. It made of beautiful golden wood with emerald green inlay, the string taut between its curved ends seemingly made of woven silver. As Titus takes the bow from the tall elf it transforms to a familiar black lacquered yew, it feels warm to the touch and flashes briefly as his hand closes about it.
With one last proud smile the figures turns to walk away into the woods, "Wake now brave Titus, rise to the challenge, may fortune go with you..."
The night passes without incident and the next days travel is quick and unbroken by fellow travelers or more malign wayfarers.
About midday you all notice the smoke from the town thinning and eventually it stops. "Is thish an' good norn ill omen..." remarks Eedim.
Pushing yourselves you make good speed and find and are nearing Phandalin. At this next setting of the sun you face a decision, do you push on and arrive in full night or do you camp and approach with the coming of the sun?
OOC: Your move adventurers!
"I say we make haste, we must find out what has befallen our friends!"
"What?, What was that, my dear dwarve? Oh yes. Push on. Push on chaps, we must save what we can."
Titus then looks at his bow for the 1100th time today, squares his shoulders mutters under his breath "Death is as light as a feather....I'm coming younglings, I'm coming..."
and pushes on with renewed energy towards Phandalin.
’Agreed we should not wait’ As we near the town Kryinor will shift into his direwolf form and sense for blaze and the rest of the wolf pack.
The proximity of Phandlin lends a spring in the steps of all the company, the last few miles to the town are eaten up in the coming darkness.
Titus and Eedim lead the way with Kryinor, now in wolf form, ranging about the group searching for any signs of danger and sending out a mental call for his wolf brothers.
The young druid picks up a faint impression of his good friend Blaze and feels that the pack are quite distant. The Alpha sends images of the mountains to the South and the Kryptgarden forest beyond.
"Do you need us brother?" Balze's thoughts carry to Kryinor...
Upon reaching the hill looking over the town you notice that the gates are closed and more of the new palisade is up and looking quite secure. The scent of smoke is on the air, and a watch is set, but no increased security seems to be evident.
The moon is waning and not all that bright, darkness hides much of what is going on within the towns new wooden walls.
On seeing the closed gates and watch, Titus props. Waits a short while then moves off to the right to skirt around Phandalin and keep and observation. At various intervals he will make a the call of the Grey Swallow Tale Flycatcher which he has used on previous occasions with both the party and Nilsa and Carp, each time calling and waiting, watching.
Stealth: 7
Perception checks: (i'll do a few donny I expect he would be watching for a while - use as many as you deem fit) 9 10 15