He looks over at the dwarf then up at Brakoba, "Hung Jury, eh?"
"He was fleeing, and was badly hurt. Just putting him out of his misery." A bit more calm and seing now how badly hurt everybody was, Brak continues "It seems it was a close call. We need to be more careful in the future. Anyway, once I am done with checking up their belonging, I'm up for a drum in our new tavern."
Jennlin shrugs to herself, figuring they were dragging the dwarf off somewhere. If she wanted to inspect it later she could, so she started shuffling back off toward the tavern. "A drink wouldn't go amiss for sure."
Tully smiles with a spark of inspiration, “Again sorry about that. Let me make it up to you by throwing a big party to celebrate our victory and our new arrival!
Jennlin, do you think you and Brak and get the heads off these Gnolls and mount them in the Bar. Maybe the rest of you can build a makeshift stage and I will talk with the Mayor to section the whole thing. How does that sound to everyone?”
Blood still in his mouth, Tully gives Kit a wink back.
"Not that I don't appreciate your style, and we should absolutely mount the hyena, but the Gnolls? Whatever else they are, they're sentient. You planning on throwing the Dwarf up there too?"
Kit throws a glance at Jennlin, suddenly fearful that she's given her an idea.
Jennlin let out a hacking cough for a moment, spitting out a little blood. "While I do find death fascinating, it doesn't mean I want to decorate our base with all the heads of our vanquished enemies. But I can take the bodies out back and see if there is anything to learn from them." She got a bit of an evil grin suddenly, "Maybe -then- I can hang them up for others to see..." She let out a bloody cough again, "But first some rest or it will be me hanging up and not them."
"I suppose I can find the local carpenter. Maybe see if they can build us a proper stage," she looks over her ripped and bloody outfit.
"Jennlin's right though, we should clean up and rest first. Wouldn't do to go talk to the locals looking like we just committed mass murder."
Kit runs her hands over her clothing as if to smooth it out, but as she does so the cuts and tears begin mending themselves, courtesy of her spellcraft.
Tully sees this, “Kit could you give me a hand and clean me up a little, I want to talk to the Mayor now to clear everything up and to get him excited about the party.” Tully looks over to Jennlin, “I will also try to persuade him on putting the bodies on the outskirts of town to scare anyone bad away.”
Tully will smirk, "Luckily I always bring spare clothes in my bag." Tully will dip behind a tree and change and pop out with new flowy commoners clothes, "I will meet you back at the bar!" He will then run off to find the Mayor.
Tully will smirk, "Luckily I always bring spare clothes in my bag." Tully will dip behind a tree and change and pop out with new flowy commoners clothes, "I will meet you back at the bar!" He will then run off to find the Mayor.
What's your approach - are you looking around, running across town to investigate everywhere he could be, asking the locals if they know his whereabouts...?
Jennlin shuffles back off toward the tavern to nurse her wounds and wait for the others to move the bodies and such. She found the quietest, darkest corner she could and pulled a hood up over her and slumped against the wall. She didn't actually sleep much like most others so she went into her trance for a few hours and then went outside to look for the dead bodies to look at and...deal with.
Your Magic Awareness that I missed locates various sources on you and your party members (residuals of spells, magic items from Acq. Inc, etc.), an aura of conjuration magic around the dwarf's stone, and nothing on the gnolls.
(You mentioned OOC that you wanted to loot the fallen enemies...)
You can loot the stone (Arcana or Investigation check to determine its properties) off the dwarf, but the gnolls don't seem to have much of value on them, except perhaps their weapons.
Tully:
Most of the villagers seem scared of you, and the few you speak to claim to know nothing.
Jennlin:
Sure, the bodies are "dealt with". Also, reminder of the properties of your occultant abacus
Kit, who hand only intended to nap for an hour or so, wakes up a bit confused the following morning. After a small swig of wine to take the edge off of her hangover she gets dressed, puts on her armour, and heads downstairs in search of some breakfast...
Bakoba will look closely to the stone, trying to remember the arcane lessons of his alchemy master (Arcana 16). He will then collect all the gnoll weapons "That could be useful in the future, might be able to start an armory in our cellar" he says when the group sees him with five or six different weapons.
In that regard, since he is the Hoardsperson, Brakoba will requisition a place in the cellar, a room with one entry only where he could store the most precious acquisitions and will ask the arcane user if anybody knows any magical means to put an alarm on the door. "Kit, Leif, Tully ? Any of you knows how to secure a door ?"
"Afraid not," says Kit as she tucks into a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausages, and buttered bread, "There's plenty of spells out there to alarm, lock, or trap doors but I personally don't know any. I suppose I could research it."
"In the mean time, we could resort to physical security. I have a bear trap you're welcome to use."
"Is there any tea brewed...or coffee?"
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"He was fleeing, and was badly hurt. Just putting him out of his misery." A bit more calm and seing now how badly hurt everybody was, Brak continues "It seems it was a close call. We need to be more careful in the future. Anyway, once I am done with checking up their belonging, I'm up for a drum in our new tavern."
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Jennlin shrugs to herself, figuring they were dragging the dwarf off somewhere. If she wanted to inspect it later she could, so she started shuffling back off toward the tavern. "A drink wouldn't go amiss for sure."
Tully smiles with a spark of inspiration, “Again sorry about that. Let me make it up to you by throwing a big party to celebrate our victory and our new arrival!
Jennlin, do you think you and Brak and get the heads off these Gnolls and mount them in the Bar. Maybe the rest of you can build a makeshift stage and I will talk with the Mayor to section the whole thing. How does that sound to everyone?”
Blood still in his mouth, Tully gives Kit a wink back.
"Not that I don't appreciate your style, and we should absolutely mount the hyena, but the Gnolls? Whatever else they are, they're sentient. You planning on throwing the Dwarf up there too?"
Kit throws a glance at Jennlin, suddenly fearful that she's given her an idea.
"Maybe you are right Kit, and I was thinking we give Jennlin free rein for the Dwarf!"
Jennlin let out a hacking cough for a moment, spitting out a little blood. "While I do find death fascinating, it doesn't mean I want to decorate our base with all the heads of our vanquished enemies. But I can take the bodies out back and see if there is anything to learn from them." She got a bit of an evil grin suddenly, "Maybe -then- I can hang them up for others to see..." She let out a bloody cough again, "But first some rest or it will be me hanging up and not them."
"I suppose I can find the local carpenter. Maybe see if they can build us a proper stage," she looks over her ripped and bloody outfit.
"Jennlin's right though, we should clean up and rest first. Wouldn't do to go talk to the locals looking like we just committed mass murder."
Kit runs her hands over her clothing as if to smooth it out, but as she does so the cuts and tears begin mending themselves, courtesy of her spellcraft.
Tully sees this, “Kit could you give me a hand and clean me up a little, I want to talk to the Mayor now to clear everything up and to get him excited about the party.” Tully looks over to Jennlin, “I will also try to persuade him on putting the bodies on the outskirts of town to scare anyone bad away.”
Kit repeats the process on Tully's outfit, quickly mending the battle damage.
"I'm going to have to get you out of these clothes if you want them cleaned."
Hearing her own words, she jerks her head up, clearly embarrassed.
"I mean the spell only affects objects that fit in a small space. I'll have to fold them up for it to work."
Tully will smirk, "Luckily I always bring spare clothes in my bag." Tully will dip behind a tree and change and pop out with new flowy commoners clothes, "I will meet you back at the bar!" He will then run off to find the Mayor.
Kit takes Tully's soiled clothes, folds them (until they fit in a 1' x 1' x 1' cube) and casts Prestidigitation to clean them.
On her way through the tavern she grabs a bottle of liquor from behind the bar before depositing Tully's clothes on his bed.
She carefully locks herself in her own room and cleans her clothes in the same fashion.
Then she lays down to sleep, added by a few long pulls from the bottle to help ward off the nightmares of bloody jaws and gnashing teeth...
(Short rest?)
(I think it is a Long Rest)
Everyone takes a Long Rest. The next morning,
What's your approach - are you looking around, running across town to investigate everywhere he could be, asking the locals if they know his whereabouts...?
Asking locals where he might be.
Jennlin shuffles back off toward the tavern to nurse her wounds and wait for the others to move the bodies and such. She found the quietest, darkest corner she could and pulled a hood up over her and slumped against the wall. She didn't actually sleep much like most others so she went into her trance for a few hours and then went outside to look for the dead bodies to look at and...deal with.
Brakoba:
Your Magic Awareness that I missed locates various sources on you and your party members (residuals of spells, magic items from Acq. Inc, etc.), an aura of conjuration magic around the dwarf's stone, and nothing on the gnolls.
(You mentioned OOC that you wanted to loot the fallen enemies...)
You can loot the stone (Arcana or Investigation check to determine its properties) off the dwarf, but the gnolls don't seem to have much of value on them, except perhaps their weapons.
Tully:
Most of the villagers seem scared of you, and the few you speak to claim to know nothing.
Jennlin:
Sure, the bodies are "dealt with". Also, reminder of the properties of your occultant abacus
Tully will go back to the tavern then and rest
Kit, who hand only intended to nap for an hour or so, wakes up a bit confused the following morning. After a small swig of wine to take the edge off of her hangover she gets dressed, puts on her armour, and heads downstairs in search of some breakfast...
Bakoba will look closely to the stone, trying to remember the arcane lessons of his alchemy master (Arcana 16). He will then collect all the gnoll weapons "That could be useful in the future, might be able to start an armory in our cellar" he says when the group sees him with five or six different weapons.
In that regard, since he is the Hoardsperson, Brakoba will requisition a place in the cellar, a room with one entry only where he could store the most precious acquisitions and will ask the arcane user if anybody knows any magical means to put an alarm on the door. "Kit, Leif, Tully ? Any of you knows how to secure a door ?"
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
"Afraid not," says Kit as she tucks into a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausages, and buttered bread, "There's plenty of spells out there to alarm, lock, or trap doors but I personally don't know any. I suppose I could research it."
"In the mean time, we could resort to physical security. I have a bear trap you're welcome to use."
"Is there any tea brewed...or coffee?"