Constable Alena turns her attention to Wulcruth. "While I'm not well-versed in crafting poisons and oils, I believe a skilled individual would require a herbalism kit and some alchemy supplies for such a task."
Preston, scanning the clearing, spots additional bushes further ahead, in the far end of the clearing, although from this distance it is difficult to say what their kind is . His discerning gaze also notes that the trail leading straight ahead (i.e. in the direction of the other bushes) appears more worn and frequently travelled compared to the other two paths.
Wulcrath is a little surprised though mostly amused at Ella's curtness, looking down at the Dwarf as a faint cheeky smile creeps across his face. "Well, that's me told then Oakenheart.." He responds shortly with a little jovial laugh, though at the constable's response to his question, the Fighter's expression returns to his usual somewhat stoic stare. "Right, thought so. Someone who isn't me then." He nods, his quickly wandering gaze on Preston now, the Red Dragonborn back to being quiet and lost in thought as he wonders what the Paladin is up to, though he doesn't say anything else.
He likes the idea of something to bolster his blade's effectiveness though. He'll have to check town for something like that when he makes it back. If nothing else, it will be something to do before he moves on.
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Wulcrath blinks down at Ella as she flinches. The rest of his jovial mood quickly fading at her reaction. What was wrong…? Regardless, he simply nods. “Okay. Understood, my apologies Ella.” He responds, trying to smooth whatever this is over with the Dwarf. Now isn’t the time to pry.
He looks after Dracor as the other Dragonborn simply WALTZES off into the woods. “G-great work Preston…” Wulcrath says as he stays by the others. “Shall we follow him then?”
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"Hal's not going to find himself!" Dracor would shout over his shoulder, hoping to muster the group to follow along. The nobleman rubbed his hands together and kept an eye peeled for clues as to where the man could hiding. The dragonborn needed a victory and being the first to fond the missing farmer could be a step in the right direction.
Ella shakes herself off. "No apology necessary," she says, having seemingly recovered from whatever that was. "Let's go before we lose Dracor." She starts off after him.
As you approach the edge of the clearing, you spot a nondescript cluster of blueberry bushes. Their modest appearance pales in comparison to the vibrant and shimmering red colours of the nearby poisonous berries. The blueberries, however, seem ripe and emit a subtle, enticing fruity fragrance.
Ahead of you, the trail you've been following continues almost straight, while a second trail veers sharply to the right of the blueberry bushes. With trees growing more densely on the sides, both trails, noticeably narrower, can only accommodate a single person at a time, prompting the need for your group to form a single file.
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Dracor would pause among the blueberry bushes. Leaning in close he would pluck one of the berries and inspect it closely. Assuming it is a simple normal blueberry, he would then pop it into his mouth.
Nature check? 17
After popping the berry in his mouth (assuming I think it is OK), he would look back towards his companions. "Looks like it gets a little narrow up ahead. I hope none of the branches snag my cloak..." he would grumble as he looks back towards his draped cloak and quickly disappears a few new dirt stains. "i'll continue to lead the way! Unless one of you would like to clear the path of thorns and sharp branches.." He would add as he looks around to the group
Preston subtly rolls his eyes as the noble dragonborn frets over his stained cloak. Though he had useful skills, it seemed Dracor’s expertise leaned more towards complaining.
"Don’t worry, your excellence. I’ll lead the way.", the young soldier reassured him. "After all, I have the map and I wouldn’t want you getting dirt under your nails."
Once the marching order is settled, Preston would begin advancing forward on the straight path.
The smile on Dracor's face would fall a bit as he grabbed another berry from the bush and tossed it into his mouth. He would then fall in line behind Preston as they made their way deeper into the woods.
Although Wulcrath can't say he doesn't disagree, he frowns just a bit at Preston's... Tactfulness. His arms crossing over his chest as he shakes his head slightly. He stays silent though as he falls in line behind Dracor in turn, marching order seemingly settled. Hopefully the Big Red Dragonborn can fit.
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Dracor notes that these blueberry bushes are indeed ordinary, thriving in the ideal balance of sunlight and shade. Their deep blue colour indicates ripeness, and the dragonborn discovers they offer a delicious and refreshing snack.
As the trail weaves between the densely grown trees, it progressively narrows, guiding your group deeper into the forest's embrace. The dense foliage envelops you, creating a verdant, vibrant tunnel that opens into a clearing. Here, a small, serene lake glimmers under the sun's dappled rays, reflecting the lush greenery around it. The tranquil water, so clear that you can see the lakebed, mirrors the forest's beauty. The air is filled with the soothing sounds of birdsong and the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.
As you all enter the clearing, Preston's sharp eyes catch movement across the lake, prompting him to focus and observe (add a perception check for Preston). The others may also catch glimpses of something stirring on the opposite side (add perception checks accordingly if you think your character has managed to see anything from their position).
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As the dragonborn makes his way through the wild growth, he would struggle to keep his clothes from snagging on the foliage. He would grumble under he breath, wishing Preston would go faster so that he could leave this darn forest. When the path opens up to a clearing, Dracor would quickly push past the man and stretch out his arms wide. "Finally some room to breath!" He would exclaim while spinning around to take in the sights of the clearing. "Wait! What's that?! Did you all see that?!" Dracor would exclaim as he points out across the water.
Wulcrath does his best to keep himself from getting snagged on foliage, but his large frame doesn't help much in that endeavor. He grunts in annoyance as his snout is smacked by branches that also take a few pieces of his threadbare old cloak with them for good measure. "Ack...!" He stretches himself out as he emerges from a somewhat crouched stance behind Dracor, rolling his broad shoulders a bit as he unfolds himself.
At Dracor's exclamation though, he blinks his little stupor away. "Hmm? W-what? What are you seeing?" The Red Dragonborn mumbles a bit as his eyes scan where Dracor is pointing, adjusting to his surroundings.
At the head of the party, Preston leads the group further into the woods. The thick foliage does slow him down, which he’s not particularly happy about. He does try to move the branches out of the way so they don’t hit his companions behind him. As they reach the clearing, Preston looks around in awe. This place looked so calm and peaceful, it could almost make him forget about the reason why there in this forest.
Perception (rolled in log): 12 (13-1)
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Constable Alena turns her attention to Wulcruth. "While I'm not well-versed in crafting poisons and oils, I believe a skilled individual would require a herbalism kit and some alchemy supplies for such a task."
Preston, scanning the clearing, spots additional bushes further ahead, in the far end of the clearing, although from this distance it is difficult to say what their kind is . His discerning gaze also notes that the trail leading straight ahead (i.e. in the direction of the other bushes) appears more worn and frequently travelled compared to the other two paths.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Wulcrath is a little surprised though mostly amused at Ella's curtness, looking down at the Dwarf as a faint cheeky smile creeps across his face. "Well, that's me told then Oakenheart.." He responds shortly with a little jovial laugh, though at the constable's response to his question, the Fighter's expression returns to his usual somewhat stoic stare. "Right, thought so. Someone who isn't me then." He nods, his quickly wandering gaze on Preston now, the Red Dragonborn back to being quiet and lost in thought as he wonders what the Paladin is up to, though he doesn't say anything else.
He likes the idea of something to bolster his blade's effectiveness though. He'll have to check town for something like that when he makes it back. If nothing else, it will be something to do before he moves on.
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"So which way?!" Dracor would ask as he looks around the area, hoping to find Hal laying under once of the shimmering bushes.
Preston crouches to inspect the trail that leads straight away. It seems that this was the way forward.
He turns to the rest of the party to inform them of his finding.
"This path forward seems to have been use more frequently. When you’re ready to move on, I think this is where we should be heading."
Ella flinches when she’s addressed by her last name. “Just Ella is fine,” she says.
"Good work Preston." Dracor would reply with a nod as he quickly sets off down the direction indicated by Preston .
Wulcrath blinks down at Ella as she flinches. The rest of his jovial mood quickly fading at her reaction. What was wrong…? Regardless, he simply nods. “Okay. Understood, my apologies Ella.” He responds, trying to smooth whatever this is over with the Dwarf. Now isn’t the time to pry.
He looks after Dracor as the other Dragonborn simply WALTZES off into the woods. “G-great work Preston…” Wulcrath says as he stays by the others. “Shall we follow him then?”
High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST.
Surely THIS one will reach an ending...
"Hal's not going to find himself!" Dracor would shout over his shoulder, hoping to muster the group to follow along. The nobleman rubbed his hands together and kept an eye peeled for clues as to where the man could hiding. The dragonborn needed a victory and being the first to fond the missing farmer could be a step in the right direction.
Ella shakes herself off. "No apology necessary," she says, having seemingly recovered from whatever that was. "Let's go before we lose Dracor." She starts off after him.
As you approach the edge of the clearing, you spot a nondescript cluster of blueberry bushes. Their modest appearance pales in comparison to the vibrant and shimmering red colours of the nearby poisonous berries. The blueberries, however, seem ripe and emit a subtle, enticing fruity fragrance.
Ahead of you, the trail you've been following continues almost straight, while a second trail veers sharply to the right of the blueberry bushes. With trees growing more densely on the sides, both trails, noticeably narrower, can only accommodate a single person at a time, prompting the need for your group to form a single file.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Dracor would pause among the blueberry bushes. Leaning in close he would pluck one of the berries and inspect it closely. Assuming it is a simple normal blueberry, he would then pop it into his mouth.
Nature check? 17
After popping the berry in his mouth (assuming I think it is OK), he would look back towards his companions. "Looks like it gets a little narrow up ahead. I hope none of the branches snag my cloak..." he would grumble as he looks back towards his draped cloak and quickly disappears a few new dirt stains. "i'll continue to lead the way! Unless one of you would like to clear the path of thorns and sharp branches.." He would add as he looks around to the group
Preston subtly rolls his eyes as the noble dragonborn frets over his stained cloak. Though he had useful skills, it seemed Dracor’s expertise leaned more towards complaining.
"Don’t worry, your excellence. I’ll lead the way.", the young soldier reassured him. "After all, I have the map and I wouldn’t want you getting dirt under your nails."
Once the marching order is settled, Preston would begin advancing forward on the straight path.
The smile on Dracor's face would fall a bit as he grabbed another berry from the bush and tossed it into his mouth. He would then fall in line behind Preston as they made their way deeper into the woods.
Although Wulcrath can't say he doesn't disagree, he frowns just a bit at Preston's... Tactfulness. His arms crossing over his chest as he shakes his head slightly. He stays silent though as he falls in line behind Dracor in turn, marching order seemingly settled. Hopefully the Big Red Dragonborn can fit.
High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST.
Surely THIS one will reach an ending...
Dracor notes that these blueberry bushes are indeed ordinary, thriving in the ideal balance of sunlight and shade. Their deep blue colour indicates ripeness, and the dragonborn discovers they offer a delicious and refreshing snack.
As the trail weaves between the densely grown trees, it progressively narrows, guiding your group deeper into the forest's embrace. The dense foliage envelops you, creating a verdant, vibrant tunnel that opens into a clearing. Here, a small, serene lake glimmers under the sun's dappled rays, reflecting the lush greenery around it. The tranquil water, so clear that you can see the lakebed, mirrors the forest's beauty. The air is filled with the soothing sounds of birdsong and the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.
As you all enter the clearing, Preston's sharp eyes catch movement across the lake, prompting him to focus and observe (add a perception check for Preston). The others may also catch glimpses of something stirring on the opposite side (add perception checks accordingly if you think your character has managed to see anything from their position).
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Dracor perception 17
As the dragonborn makes his way through the wild growth, he would struggle to keep his clothes from snagging on the foliage. He would grumble under he breath, wishing Preston would go faster so that he could leave this darn forest. When the path opens up to a clearing, Dracor would quickly push past the man and stretch out his arms wide. "Finally some room to breath!" He would exclaim while spinning around to take in the sights of the clearing. "Wait! What's that?! Did you all see that?!" Dracor would exclaim as he points out across the water.
Wulcrath Perception: 13
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Surely THIS one will reach an ending...
Wulcrath does his best to keep himself from getting snagged on foliage, but his large frame doesn't help much in that endeavor. He grunts in annoyance as his snout is smacked by branches that also take a few pieces of his threadbare old cloak with them for good measure. "Ack...!" He stretches himself out as he emerges from a somewhat crouched stance behind Dracor, rolling his broad shoulders a bit as he unfolds himself.
At Dracor's exclamation though, he blinks his little stupor away. "Hmm? W-what? What are you seeing?" The Red Dragonborn mumbles a bit as his eyes scan where Dracor is pointing, adjusting to his surroundings.
High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST.
Surely THIS one will reach an ending...
At the head of the party, Preston leads the group further into the woods. The thick foliage does slow him down, which he’s not particularly happy about. He does try to move the branches out of the way so they don’t hit his companions behind him. As they reach the clearing, Preston looks around in awe. This place looked so calm and peaceful, it could almost make him forget about the reason why there in this forest.
Perception (rolled in log): 12 (13-1)