Normont listens to the others as they have their say, and then clicks his fingers.
"You know what, I remember a longhouse up near where the southern trail to Mooren Village branches off of the Alabaster way. It was a day and a half out from Whitestone, so must be about two days from here. I think that would be perfect", he says excitedly. "What say we aim for there?".
Dev feels a warmth in his heart that blossoms into a joyful smile as he realizes his idea led to the plan the group would actually follow. He nods in agreement like a ten year-old at a pastry shop when the cook offers sweets, and hugs his horse about its neck affectionately.
Back on the road the next morning the pack and draft animals moving as a well oiled machine to bolster each other and keep things moving, with Ambers scouting and others keeping an eye out they were able to slow or quicken their pace to avoid unnecessary encounters on the road slowing to allow a newly out of hibernation and hungry bear to cross upwind and finding shade at the side of the road when a flock of harpies passed overhead.
They had a little trouble finding a suitable place to stop the second night and the boggy ground made things a little unpleasant, on the third day it was just past lunchtime and they should reach Normonts landmark before dark when Amber landed on his shoulder with a warning about large figures moving in the trees, perhaps a half dozen or so...
Normont tries not to react too much and tip off the creatures to the fact that he knows about them, he just calmly asks Amber which side of the road they are. He does take one hand off the reigns of his horse though, and lays it on the grip of his pistol. He sends Amber back into the sky to keep watching, with an instruction to alert them by sending a force strike into the sky if the creatures seem to be set for an ambush.
After Amber has gone, he speaks just loud enough for his companions to hear him, "Amber has spotted six or so large creatures in the woods up ahead. Be prepared". He also lets them know any more information he got from her.
He remains vigilant, watching and listening for signs of the creatures as well.
Magnus and Normont are peering into the surrounding woods but its almost as if the shadows are deepening as they try.......one might almost suspect some kind of concealing enchanment was in play....
Magnus' horse suddenly stops its nostrils flaring with alarm as a lanky 12ft toll form stepped out from the trees, even as they watched it was almost as if the shadows of the forest tried to conceal the figure...
" You stop. Give all things. Ok?", the figures voice carried but by the time it arrived at your ears it was almost as a whisper.
From what you can make out the figure appears to be a wiry human-looking man about two men tall dressed in leather armour and a woolen cloak and wielding a spear...
Magnus reaches a hand out to stroke the horses neck to calm it, replying, then laughs "Sorry but no, you and your friends," with a nod to the ones above in the trees, "are ambushing the wrong group. Whitestone and Percy have made it clear that our group has a safe passage to travel this road to Whitestone, the caravan you mean to rob is about an hour behind us, get out of our way and let us pass."
“Lord de Rolo”, Normont whispers to Magnus after he hears him address the Lord of Whitestone as Percy. He is pretty certain Magnus is not on first name terms.
Dev sits in his saddle bolt upright, in silent terror of the thin giant and its enchantment and invisible friends. He didn’t know what he expected exactly, but somehow giants in trees, he imagined, couldn’t really be that big. Wouldn’t the limbs break under them? But with a sinking feeling, he realizes that he misinterpreted what Warm-Arterial-Spray had told them. The giants wouldn’t be ‘in the trees,’ in a literal sense. They would be among the trees, with no supporting branches to break under them at all. And therefore, the only limit to their size was the height of the trees themselves.
Dev cranes his neck and fumbles with his little hand crossbow. He looks at a bolt, comparing its size to the giant doubtfully, and simply drops the obviously useless missile back into its holder, praying that they wouldn’t come to blows and hoping his mount could outrun those long, thin legs.
Lokilia leaves the talking to the others. Normont and Magnus seem to be doing fine. She does what she can to calm the mounts as she keeps an eye out for the other creatures that must be lurking amongst the trees. (Perception: 17)
Magnus reaches a hand out to stroke the horses neck to calm it, replying, then laughs "Sorry but no, you and your friends," with a nod to the ones above in the trees, "are ambushing the wrong group. Whitestone and Percy have made it clear that our group has a safe passage to travel this road to Whitestone, the caravan you mean to rob is about an hour behind us, get out of our way and let us pass."
Deception w/Guidance: 17
The figure shifted its gaze towards Magnus and frowned deeply, " Whitestone? Passage?"
" Wrong group?", he turned and looked into the woods and shrugged helplessly.
“Lord de Rolo”, Normont whispers to Magnus after he hears him address the Lord of Whitestone as Percy. He is pretty certain Magnus is not on first name terms.
Dev sits in his saddle bolt upright, in silent terror of the thin giant and its enchantment and invisible friends. He didn’t know what he expected exactly, but somehow giants in trees, he imagined, couldn’t really be that big. Wouldn’t the limbs break under them? But with a sinking feeling, he realizes that he misinterpreted what Warm-Arterial-Spray had told them. The giants wouldn’t be ‘in the trees,’ in a literal sense. They would be among the trees, with no supporting branches to break under them at all. And therefore, the only limit to their size was the height of the trees themselves.
Dev cranes his neck and fumbles with his little hand crossbow. He looks at a bolt, comparing its size to the giant doubtfully, and simply drops the obviously useless missile back into its holder, praying that they wouldn’t come to blows and hoping his mount could outrun those long, thin legs.
Lokilia leaves the talking to the others. Normont and Magnus seem to be doing fine. She does what she can to calm the mounts as she keeps an eye out for the other creatures that must be lurking amongst the trees. (Perception: 17)
As she scans the trees the shadow and muffling effect vanished and she could easily pick out not only five other similar giants hiding in the trees but also a slightly smaller shadowed figure, roughly eight foot tall standing behind the giants that was currently slapping its forehead and waving its arms at the giant in the roadway.
"It seems you are not very prepared for this endeavour of yours", Normont says, his shield now in place on his arm. "Perhaps you need to go back to the planning stage. Maybe you will be ready by the time the next travellers pass by", he adds.
He also briefly looks up to see what Amber is doing, hoping she still has eyes on the other giants, and will send out a warning force strike if they look like they will attack from the trees.
(OOC: Happy to use this stand alone, or as help for Magnus or someone else)
"Thank you and no worries about the mix-up happens all the time. If you don't mind our mission is rather urgent and we have to be on our way." Magnus says as he gets the wagon moving once more, "Come friends, we have a deadline to meet."
The companions move on up the road to the North and the following day come to the woodstead and longhouse that Normont had mentioned.
A large clear area had been cut from the forest on the east side of the road with an open warehouse stacked with wood to the left of the longhouse and a stable/barn to the right.
Sitting out the front of the longhouse on a carved bench was a young well muscled half-elven woman wearing a plaid waistcoat and leather trousers with thick boots.
She stands as you approach, " Welcome! Coming in for the night, eh?"
" Welcome to our humble abode. I'm Maple Coenen, you'll find the rest of the family abouts."
" Take your animals t'barn to get unhitched and settled in."
"Greetings Mrs Coenen", Normont calls out. "Yes, we are hoping for a night under a proper roof. I can't say we have been on the road for weeks or anything that drastic, but it would still be appreciated".
"My name is Normont, and this is Amber", he says introducing Amber as she swoops down to land on his shoulder.
"Greetings Mrs Coenen", Normont calls out. "Yes, we are hoping for a night under a proper roof. I can't say we have been on the road for weeks or anything that drastic, but it would still be appreciated".
"My name is Normont, and this is Amber", he says introducing Amber as she swoops down to land on his shoulder.
She runs calloused fingers through her short hair, " Well, thats what its here for. Aren't you a sweet little thing, Amber."
" Get yourselves sorted then come on in."
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"Sounds good to me, great job all." Magnus says as he shifts himself on the wagon attempting to find a more comfortable position.
Dev feels a warmth in his heart that blossoms into a joyful smile as he realizes his idea led to the plan the group would actually follow. He nods in agreement like a ten year-old at a pastry shop when the cook offers sweets, and hugs his horse about its neck affectionately.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Back on the road the next morning the pack and draft animals moving as a well oiled machine to bolster each other and keep things moving, with Ambers scouting and others keeping an eye out they were able to slow or quicken their pace to avoid unnecessary encounters on the road slowing to allow a newly out of hibernation and hungry bear to cross upwind and finding shade at the side of the road when a flock of harpies passed overhead.
They had a little trouble finding a suitable place to stop the second night and the boggy ground made things a little unpleasant, on the third day it was just past lunchtime and they should reach Normonts landmark before dark when Amber landed on his shoulder with a warning about large figures moving in the trees, perhaps a half dozen or so...
Normont tries not to react too much and tip off the creatures to the fact that he knows about them, he just calmly asks Amber which side of the road they are. He does take one hand off the reigns of his horse though, and lays it on the grip of his pistol. He sends Amber back into the sky to keep watching, with an instruction to alert them by sending a force strike into the sky if the creatures seem to be set for an ambush.
After Amber has gone, he speaks just loud enough for his companions to hear him, "Amber has spotted six or so large creatures in the woods up ahead. Be prepared". He also lets them know any more information he got from her.
He remains vigilant, watching and listening for signs of the creatures as well.
Perception: 3+4=7 (Passive: 14)
Quinn will grab his weapon and prepares his mind for slinging spells
Magnus also prepares himself and starts to whisper to the horse pulling the wagon, reassuring it.
Then will give a look around and see if he can catch a glimpse of the creatures in the trees or if there are any other creatures sneaking up.
Animal Handling: 8
Perception: 4 (Nat 1)
Magnus and Normont are peering into the surrounding woods but its almost as if the shadows are deepening as they try.......one might almost suspect some kind of concealing enchanment was in play....
Magnus' horse suddenly stops its nostrils flaring with alarm as a lanky 12ft toll form stepped out from the trees, even as they watched it was almost as if the shadows of the forest tried to conceal the figure...
" You stop. Give all things. Ok?", the figures voice carried but by the time it arrived at your ears it was almost as a whisper.
From what you can make out the figure appears to be a wiry human-looking man about two men tall dressed in leather armour and a woolen cloak and wielding a spear...
As the figure appears Normont reaches behind him to the shield on his back.
”Hello there. No thank you, we are happy to keep our things”, he pipes up, finding the manner of the robbery strange.
”Your magic is intriguing, I can’t even tell you have 5 or so friends in the trees. You aren’t thinking to ambush us are you?”, he asks.
Magnus reaches a hand out to stroke the horses neck to calm it, replying, then laughs "Sorry but no, you and your friends," with a nod to the ones above in the trees, "are ambushing the wrong group. Whitestone and Percy have made it clear that our group has a safe passage to travel this road to Whitestone, the caravan you mean to rob is about an hour behind us, get out of our way and let us pass."
Deception w/Guidance: 17
“Lord de Rolo”, Normont whispers to Magnus after he hears him address the Lord of Whitestone as Percy. He is pretty certain Magnus is not on first name terms.
Dev sits in his saddle bolt upright, in silent terror of the thin giant and its enchantment and invisible friends. He didn’t know what he expected exactly, but somehow giants in trees, he imagined, couldn’t really be that big. Wouldn’t the limbs break under them? But with a sinking feeling, he realizes that he misinterpreted what Warm-Arterial-Spray had told them. The giants wouldn’t be ‘in the trees,’ in a literal sense. They would be among the trees, with no supporting branches to break under them at all. And therefore, the only limit to their size was the height of the trees themselves.
Dev cranes his neck and fumbles with his little hand crossbow. He looks at a bolt, comparing its size to the giant doubtfully, and simply drops the obviously useless missile back into its holder, praying that they wouldn’t come to blows and hoping his mount could outrun those long, thin legs.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Lokilia leaves the talking to the others. Normont and Magnus seem to be doing fine. She does what she can to calm the mounts as she keeps an eye out for the other creatures that must be lurking amongst the trees. (Perception: 17)
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The figure looked at Normont for a moment, " Yes.", he said with an edge of confusion.
The figure shifted its gaze towards Magnus and frowned deeply, " Whitestone? Passage?"
" Wrong group?", he turned and looked into the woods and shrugged helplessly.
As she scans the trees the shadow and muffling effect vanished and she could easily pick out not only five other similar giants hiding in the trees but also a slightly smaller shadowed figure, roughly eight foot tall standing behind the giants that was currently slapping its forehead and waving its arms at the giant in the roadway.
"It seems you are not very prepared for this endeavour of yours", Normont says, his shield now in place on his arm. "Perhaps you need to go back to the planning stage. Maybe you will be ready by the time the next travellers pass by", he adds.
He also briefly looks up to see what Amber is doing, hoping she still has eyes on the other giants, and will send out a warning force strike if they look like they will attack from the trees.
(OOC: Happy to use this stand alone, or as help for Magnus or someone else)
"Thank you and no worries about the mix-up happens all the time. If you don't mind our mission is rather urgent and we have to be on our way." Magnus says as he gets the wagon moving once more, "Come friends, we have a deadline to meet."
Quinn sinks down with relieve to not have to fight the beast.
The highly confused Verbeeg walks back into the woods where it is loudly harangued by the shorter figure allowing the wagons to move on unmolested....
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The companions move on up the road to the North and the following day come to the woodstead and longhouse that Normont had mentioned.
A large clear area had been cut from the forest on the east side of the road with an open warehouse stacked with wood to the left of the longhouse and a stable/barn to the right.
Sitting out the front of the longhouse on a carved bench was a young well muscled half-elven woman wearing a plaid waistcoat and leather trousers with thick boots.
She stands as you approach, " Welcome! Coming in for the night, eh?"
" Welcome to our humble abode. I'm Maple Coenen, you'll find the rest of the family abouts."
" Take your animals t'barn to get unhitched and settled in."
"Greetings Mrs Coenen", Normont calls out. "Yes, we are hoping for a night under a proper roof. I can't say we have been on the road for weeks or anything that drastic, but it would still be appreciated".
"My name is Normont, and this is Amber", he says introducing Amber as she swoops down to land on his shoulder.
She runs calloused fingers through her short hair, " Well, thats what its here for. Aren't you a sweet little thing, Amber."
" Get yourselves sorted then come on in."