Clenching her hand and squeezing her eyes shut, some of her magic leaks out and forms a butterfly*, (a bat statblock but it looks like a butterfly to go with the theme) which she places on her head and shares senses with.
Progo looks to the sky to try to tell what time it is. "No Sun make Progo sad, and makes its very hard to tell the time. But Progo feels it is late, perhaps the creature is moving towards the city already in this hellish existence and then, well, whatever it does to get there." Progo looks around the others. "Unless someone else has a lead on where we should look, then Progo suggest we make our way back to where the town would be."
"Progo thinks Progo dated a girl from here once, would explain alot actually." Looking around he decides, "I don't think we will be able to navigate this place much better then the maze."
"Do you have a problem with meeting girls from dark, musty places--?" she placed one hand on Progo's shoulder, her head close to his. Actually, for a someone who had been living in a dark, musty cave for so long Mara didn't smell too bad, or even have a speck of dirt on her.
Then she suddenly pulled away, but not before Progo briefly felt that her hand had started to tremble.
"Progo was paid very handsomely to, ah, remove the girl, by her husband. So Progo swept her off her feet and set off into the sunset with her, Progo always paid upfront so Progo could afford such a thing. But it turns out she was cursed or something and didn't bring much of her elixir that kept the curse at bay. So long story short Progo rushed back to the fellow, only time Progo ever gave a refund for a job, and suggested he himself move to a new town since she was probably coming back that way to seek revenge on one of the two us."
As Progo recounts his story, Mara confers with a butterfly in the same manner of tradition of many wizards of old. But when he wraps up his tale her eyes flash with interest.
"Dear Mister Progo, if you had taken sides in a quarrel with a man against his wife...then we best keep our wits about us."
With the butterfly in one hand, she takes out her fan and unfolds it with a theatrical flair, now with a mark of a cartoonishly drawn Progo. Then with a quick open and close, the cartoon Progo was in a freeze frame of getting beaten over the head with a rolling pin by an woman with an apron and devilishly looking horns.
"You'll never know what could be behind the next treeee," she smiles.
Clenching her hand and squeezing her eyes shut, some of her magic leaks out and forms a butterfly*, (a bat statblock but it looks like a butterfly to go with the theme) which she places on her head and shares senses with.
Tilting her ear to the butterfly once again, she nods, lets it go, and it fluttered away from the nearby.
"Thanks to my old friend here, I can confidently say that we are not being watched! ...right now. Although my Dear Mister Progo, your talk of elixirs and curses has me believing that we should best stay clear of trees or anything suspicious here. That armored knight....monster...could cause the walls of a maze to move like a sick twisted joke. But if he's scared of this place, it stands to reason that...that this place is pretty bad."
Seeing the cartoonish figures, Progo gets a a look of worry on his face, "Progo wonders if perhaps you knew her too? If so, be happy you didn't see what she turned into after her elixir ran out! But Progo digress, where to from here? Hard to sneak about if we are avoiding object of cover here."
“Can we assume the beast is feasting in our plane right now? Doesn’t look like much to eat for a multi-headed monster out here, if this is its home. We could head back to this plane’s town but I feel this cave entrance could be a choke point. Assuming it lives outside the cave somewhere here. Eventually, it’s gonna pass right by here. We should look for tracks, something that big, has got to leave a trail.”
“I believe you’re right. So the gateway is somewhere between here and the orchard. Let’s be on the lookout for a singular place where tracks start or stop.”
I’ll give you this one for free. You find tracks of the Thessalhydra. But they don’t make sense to you. They appear out of nowhere, they end abruptly, they crisscross over each other and double back on themselves.
…the wind carries a haunting, high-pitched gurgling from far away.
“Do we hunt or wait in ambush?” Thalron flourishes Winter’s Dark Bite, appreciating the blade, its weight and balance, and that he has proficiency with the weapon.
(Given the name of the campaign, the answer seems obvious.)
“Do we hunt or wait in ambush?” Thalron flourishes Winter’s Dark Bite, appreciating the blade, its weight and balance, and that he has proficiency with the weapon.
(Given the name of the campaign, the answer seems obvious.)
As you flourish the blade you feel it subtly vibrating with energy…
"Looks like we've been found," Mara sighs, "But it is more than 30 feet away, so we have some time to prepare."
While her voice is grave and without emotion, the party would notice that she had moved so that Thalron was in between her and the source of the gurgling sound.
Placing one hand in her pocket to quiet the magic mouth casted on her ring, Mara started to dance with her folding fan on her other hand. Doing a fan dance seem to be how she liked to think, because she began to think out loud of a plan in soft whispers.
"If we separated...the creature's many heads might pick us off one by one. So if we charged in as a group...ahh, the acid. We could climb the trees to avoid the acid...no, I wouldn't trust these accursed looking trees. So our best course would be to...vanish."
Making a sweep with her fan that arced up and ended in a bowing gesture with one knee to the ground, Mara's spell generates a fog that feels like nothing: there is no moisture, nor change in temperature. It passes through the party, and when it touches them, it becomes obvious that it's an illusion. But to anyone looking in, it creates heavy obscurement (unless touched or if an action is used to roll an investigation check against Mara's spell DC).
After everyone is hidden, the fog briefly moves back to reveal Thalron examining his noisemaking sword to the rest of the world. 😄
Progo eyes get a little bigger seeing the difference in the swords behavior. "Are you getting nervous or is that sword shaking like a leaf? Progo say we hunt! Then we plan an ambush once we find it. But that sword might give us a away, or maybe it's trying to tell us something, either way I don't trust it." Progo turns away from the group to look around, and slowly pulls out his rapier to see if it does the same thing (crossbow out before)
The butterfly is not picking anything up.
Progo looks to the sky to try to tell what time it is. "No Sun make Progo sad, and makes its very hard to tell the time. But Progo feels it is late, perhaps the creature is moving towards the city already in this hellish existence and then, well, whatever it does to get there." Progo looks around the others. "Unless someone else has a lead on where we should look, then Progo suggest we make our way back to where the town would be."
"Progo was paid very handsomely to, ah, remove the girl, by her husband. So Progo swept her off her feet and set off into the sunset with her, Progo always paid upfront so Progo could afford such a thing. But it turns out she was cursed or something and didn't bring much of her elixir that kept the curse at bay. So long story short Progo rushed back to the fellow, only time Progo ever gave a refund for a job, and suggested he himself move to a new town since she was probably coming back that way to seek revenge on one of the two us."
As Progo recounts his story, Mara confers with a butterfly in the same manner of tradition of many wizards of old. But when he wraps up his tale her eyes flash with interest.
"Dear Mister Progo, if you had taken sides in a quarrel with a man against his wife...then we best keep our wits about us."
With the butterfly in one hand, she takes out her fan and unfolds it with a theatrical flair, now with a mark of a cartoonishly drawn Progo. Then with a quick open and close, the cartoon Progo was in a freeze frame of getting beaten over the head with a rolling pin by an woman with an apron and devilishly looking horns.
"You'll never know what could be behind the next treeee," she smiles.
Tilting her ear to the butterfly once again, she nods, lets it go, and it fluttered away from the nearby.
"Thanks to my old friend here, I can confidently say that we are not being watched! ...right now. Although my Dear Mister Progo, your talk of elixirs and curses has me believing that we should best stay clear of trees or anything suspicious here. That armored knight....monster...could cause the walls of a maze to move like a sick twisted joke. But if he's scared of this place, it stands to reason that...that this place is pretty bad."
Mara then looks to Thalron and Fred.
Seeing the cartoonish figures, Progo gets a a look of worry on his face, "Progo wonders if perhaps you knew her too? If so, be happy you didn't see what she turned into after her elixir ran out! But Progo digress, where to from here? Hard to sneak about if we are avoiding object of cover here."
“Can we assume the beast is feasting in our plane right now? Doesn’t look like much to eat for a multi-headed monster out here, if this is its home. We could head back to this plane’s town but I feel this cave entrance could be a choke point. Assuming it lives outside the cave somewhere here. Eventually, it’s gonna pass right by here. We should look for tracks, something that big, has got to leave a trail.”
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
"Didn't the soldiers say when they were chasing it, it just, disappeared? Progo think they would have noticed if it disappeared into a cave."
“I believe you’re right. So the gateway is somewhere between here and the orchard. Let’s be on the lookout for a singular place where tracks start or stop.”
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
I’ll give you this one for free. You find tracks of the Thessalhydra. But they don’t make sense to you. They appear out of nowhere, they end abruptly, they crisscross over each other and double back on themselves.
…the wind carries a haunting, high-pitched gurgling from far away.
What can Fred remember about the Thessalhydra?
Nature: 18
Insight: 10
D&D since 1984
“If that gurgling seems to get closer, we should hide. I think we’ve found where it steps from here to there.”
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
It is a large Monstrosity with many serpent-like heads. It has a large viscous tail, and causes acid damage somehow.
With that insight, I’ll give you that your presence here is known, and you get the sense that you are being watched.
“Do we hunt or wait in ambush?” Thalron flourishes Winter’s Dark Bite, appreciating the blade, its weight and balance, and that he has proficiency with the weapon.
(Given the name of the campaign, the answer seems obvious.)
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
As you flourish the blade you feel it subtly vibrating with energy…
”Oooh! The blade feels different.” Thalron turns his wrists to stare into the black metal on both sides.
(Does the sword vibrate when not being swung or is it something about cutting through the alien air we’re breathing?)
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
Roll Arcana
"Looks like we've been found," Mara sighs, "But it is more than 30 feet away, so we have some time to prepare."
While her voice is grave and without emotion, the party would notice that she had moved so that Thalron was in between her and the source of the gurgling sound.
Placing one hand in her pocket to quiet the magic mouth casted on her ring, Mara started to dance with her folding fan on her other hand. Doing a fan dance seem to be how she liked to think, because she began to think out loud of a plan in soft whispers.
"If we separated...the creature's many heads might pick us off one by one. So if we charged in as a group...ahh, the acid. We could climb the trees to avoid the acid...no, I wouldn't trust these accursed looking trees. So our best course would be to...vanish."
Making a sweep with her fan that arced up and ended in a bowing gesture with one knee to the ground, Mara's spell generates a fog that feels like nothing: there is no moisture, nor change in temperature. It passes through the party, and when it touches them, it becomes obvious that it's an illusion. But to anyone looking in, it creates heavy obscurement (unless touched or if an action is used to roll an investigation check against Mara's spell DC).
After everyone is hidden, the fog briefly moves back to reveal Thalron examining his noisemaking sword to the rest of the world. 😄
Progo eyes get a little bigger seeing the difference in the swords behavior. "Are you getting nervous or is that sword shaking like a leaf? Progo say we hunt! Then we plan an ambush once we find it. But that sword might give us a away, or maybe it's trying to tell us something, either way I don't trust it." Progo turns away from the group to look around, and slowly pulls out his rapier to see if it does the same thing (crossbow out before)
((Also, if enough time has gone by for it to expire then Mara would cast Mage Armor again. It's not concentration hehe.))