Zeds draws his shortbow and readies an arrow. He doesn't let loose of it yet though... If the creature is just waiting and watching, Zeds figures, then best let Ixsas get dressed before starting hostilities, if possible.
"We're just passing through," Zeds offers in common. "No need for any trouble..."
Thraxinthos is in the middle of a pleasant dream about drowning in glazed cakes and tearing into honey-basted chicken, when he jolts awake with a snarl. "More drumsticks!" He growls, thrusting out a demanding claw as Seraphina gently rouses him from his slumber. Eventually his smile fades and his eyes focus and he makes sense of his bearings. "Oh..."
The crimson dragonborn sighs irritably as he hauls himself from his bedroll, shivering at the awful cold and immediately wishing he could return to the relative warmth he just abandoned. Instead, the shirtless barbarian swings his axe to one massive shoulder as he squints into the darkness. "Where is it?" He murmurs quietly until the brilliant moonlight from the Selunite's spells aid him catch sight of the intimidating creature. Despite its unnerving silence, he nods as Zeds addresses it.
"You there. We eat and sleep. Eat and sleep, and then move on. No need for you to die this night. You go your way and we go ours." He calls out to the troll, his golden eyes meeting those of the green-hued giant's.
Ixsas lets the others know that it's a troll. Mentioning the fact that this troll looks different from the ones they fought before, he suggests to Zeds, "Perhaps it's from a different clan: hairier, better suited to this Canian cold."
While the others try to shoo the troll away, Ixsas hurries to finish donning his armor. He wonders why it's watching them and wonders whether it's just waiting for more trolls to gather before attacking the party's camp. Ixsas does not expect the troll to go away peacefully.
The young blonde selûnite can't help but giggle softly as the massive red dragonborn rouses from his seemingly pleasant dream. "Perhaps later big guy, first we have to take care of an uninvited guest."She whispers, her slender hand pointing over to the green troll among the trees. Seraphina then tries her best to convince the leafy monster to move on. "Indeed, we are not to be anyone's nightsnack so hurry along for easier and tastier prey." She says, summoning divine fire in front of her to hopefully deter the huge green troll from coming any closer.
(Minor illusion + Intimidate: 18 Another roll if advantage: 26 + Guidance: 2 )
The troll hears Seraphina's words and looks back pondering something but stands firm. At first, they speak in a slow heavy tone with parts that abruptly end in a blunt tone. Seeing no one respond the troll takes a moment to try again. They point to the party and then points to where that goat track was found. "Do not belong. Leave mountain."
Zeds early detection goes off behind the party and there is another troll closer to the party but not attacking. It carries a large stone maul, but it is not raised just resting comfortably on the troll's shoulder.
Seeing no one respond the troll takes a moment to try again. They point to the party and then points to where that goat track was found. "Do not belong. Leave mountain."
If Ixsas is done donning his armor, he moves closer to Seraphina. He glances back at the "goat track" uncertainly and makes a short snorting laugh and then mutters, "I'd rather face the trolls than that trail in the night."
A narrow trail clung to the side of the slope, a goat track at best. Loose stones skittered underfoot, and the path tilted outward just enough to make the stomach clench. It could be descended, but the mountainside made no promises.
Ixsas considers the proximity of the Lodge. He doesn't address the trolls directly, but he says quietly to his companions, "Do these trolls guard the Lodge, do you think?" Then, gesturing to Zeds, he says somewhat louder, "They do not recognize you, sir. Get out your mask."
"A hundred pardons, we did not know we were intruding on private property," Zeds assures, donning his most accommodating manner. "We got a bit turned around in some caves, honestly, and are not entirely sure how we came to be on this mountain, precisely..."
"It is your mountain, then?" Zeds asks, as an aside. "And a very fine mountain it is at that! You couldn't be wanting for finer!"
"So, as I was saying... We were just minding our own business in a cave and suddenly Blamo! We are here on this mountain. Not here, precisely, but a ways off that-a-way," and he points in the direction of the lodge. "There were some buildings there and we did consider staying there to get a rest and our bearings and all, but we kind of assumed someone owned that. It being a building and all. Built and such, not just natural nature and such. So since we did not see anyone about we tried our best to be polite, I assure you, and we tried to find a place where we wouldn't be intruding."
"Once again, a thousand pardons for our intruding. As you can tell by my story it was most unintentional and accidental altogether..."
"This mountain of yours, and again a fine mountain at that - a prime example of all that a mountain should be! Is it all yours? The entirety is your property? You and your fine companion's there, I presume? You both make a lovely pair, if I may be so bold... Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise! But again, you be having the entirety of the mountain? There's not a bit or a bob anywhere nearby we could just get a rest? A short sleep? We so do not want to intrude, intruding is the last thing on our minds altogether. Bottom most of the list of things we intend to such an extent that it doesn't even make the list... But we are tired. Woefully and yawnfully tired. Weary from out bones to our noses, as they say... So we'll of course respect your wishes but we would beg of your graciousness and inquire if there is not a place we could sleep first? Because of our tiredness... And, while a fine path that is, it does look a bit precarious for one who can barely keep their eyes open. Is there not a reasonable agreement we and thee could come to?"
(Zeds could go on... but as he could also be interrupted by violence at any moment, I won't. lol... Persuasion? Natural 1 for 9. I was going to roll in case I somehow got help as well, or even guidance... But I think the Nat 1 speaks for itself...)
Thrax stifles a yawn as Zeds attempts to ingratiate himself with the eerie trolls in the woods by making casual (if extraordinarily voluble) conversation, as if they were new neighbours rather than dangerous creatures one misstep away from open hostilities.
How do so many words fit in such a little man's head? The massive dragonborn wonders to himself, his simple mind aching from all the incessant chatter.
"The lodge. The people at the lodge. Do they belong on the mountain? Do you want them gone?" The barbarian rumbles, his hot breath forming mists in the chilly night air. "We are here. Here to destroy them. Leave us alone this night. And we will make them go too."
Zeds turns to the New Guy and gives him a Valdanian Death Stare... It doesn't work. Obviously.
"Hey!" he calls to him in a hushed but yelly tone. "OuYay on'tday aketay idessay untilway ouYay owknay atwhay ethay idessay areway!"
Zeds sighs and shakes his head and then turns back to the Trolls, one hand sliding subtly towards his weapons. Thanks to the new guy ((and most definitely not due to his Natural 1)) he was sure things were about to get ugly...
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The young blonde selûnite looks between the rogue and the dragonborn, seeming briefly confounded before speaking again. "Indeed, we want no trouble with you, and we will leave your mountain in the morning." She says with a polite smile.
The barbarian rumbles, his hot breath forming mists in the chilly night air. "We are here. Here to destroy them. Leave us alone this night. And we will make them go too."
Zeds turns to the New Guy and gives him a Valdanian Death Stare...
Ixsas gasps slightly at Thrax's statement. He tries to read the trolls' reaction to the dragonborn's offer to see whether they're honestly receptive to "help" in killing the cultists in the Lodge. He's worried that the trolls are in league with the dragon cult. Insight: 18
But seeing Zeds's look, Ixsa fears that they're about to be in a fight against at least two trolls. He grasps his holy symbol and gets ready to invoke Radiance of the Dawn if the trolls attack.
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Ixsas Nature check tells him this is a Troll.
Zeds draws his shortbow and readies an arrow. He doesn't let loose of it yet though... If the creature is just waiting and watching, Zeds figures, then best let Ixsas get dressed before starting hostilities, if possible.
"We're just passing through," Zeds offers in common. "No need for any trouble..."
Thraxinthos is in the middle of a pleasant dream about drowning in glazed cakes and tearing into honey-basted chicken, when he jolts awake with a snarl. "More drumsticks!" He growls, thrusting out a demanding claw as Seraphina gently rouses him from his slumber. Eventually his smile fades and his eyes focus and he makes sense of his bearings. "Oh..."
The crimson dragonborn sighs irritably as he hauls himself from his bedroll, shivering at the awful cold and immediately wishing he could return to the relative warmth he just abandoned. Instead, the shirtless barbarian swings his axe to one massive shoulder as he squints into the darkness. "Where is it?" He murmurs quietly until the brilliant moonlight from the Selunite's spells aid him catch sight of the intimidating creature. Despite its unnerving silence, he nods as Zeds addresses it.
"You there. We eat and sleep. Eat and sleep, and then move on. No need for you to die this night. You go your way and we go ours." He calls out to the troll, his golden eyes meeting those of the green-hued giant's.
Ixsas lets the others know that it's a troll. Mentioning the fact that this troll looks different from the ones they fought before, he suggests to Zeds, "Perhaps it's from a different clan: hairier, better suited to this Canian cold."
While the others try to shoo the troll away, Ixsas hurries to finish donning his armor. He wonders why it's watching them and wonders whether it's just waiting for more trolls to gather before attacking the party's camp. Ixsas does not expect the troll to go away peacefully.
The young blonde selûnite can't help but giggle softly as the massive red dragonborn rouses from his seemingly pleasant dream. "Perhaps later big guy, first we have to take care of an uninvited guest." She whispers, her slender hand pointing over to the green troll among the trees. Seraphina then tries her best to convince the leafy monster to move on. "Indeed, we are not to be anyone's nightsnack so hurry along for easier and tastier prey." She says, summoning divine fire in front of her to hopefully deter the huge green troll from coming any closer.
(Minor illusion + Intimidate: 18 Another roll if advantage: 26 + Guidance: 2 )
The troll hears Seraphina's words and looks back pondering something but stands firm. At first, they speak in a slow heavy tone with parts that abruptly end in a blunt tone. Seeing no one respond the troll takes a moment to try again. They point to the party and then points to where that goat track was found. "Do not belong. Leave mountain."
Zeds early detection goes off behind the party and there is another troll closer to the party but not attacking. It carries a large stone maul, but it is not raised just resting comfortably on the troll's shoulder.
If Ixsas is done donning his armor, he moves closer to Seraphina. He glances back at the "goat track" uncertainly and makes a short snorting laugh and then mutters, "I'd rather face the trolls than that trail in the night."
Ixsas considers the proximity of the Lodge. He doesn't address the trolls directly, but he says quietly to his companions, "Do these trolls guard the Lodge, do you think?" Then, gesturing to Zeds, he says somewhat louder, "They do not recognize you, sir. Get out your mask."
"A hundred pardons, we did not know we were intruding on private property," Zeds assures, donning his most accommodating manner. "We got a bit turned around in some caves, honestly, and are not entirely sure how we came to be on this mountain, precisely..."
"It is your mountain, then?" Zeds asks, as an aside. "And a very fine mountain it is at that! You couldn't be wanting for finer!"
"So, as I was saying... We were just minding our own business in a cave and suddenly Blamo! We are here on this mountain. Not here, precisely, but a ways off that-a-way," and he points in the direction of the lodge. "There were some buildings there and we did consider staying there to get a rest and our bearings and all, but we kind of assumed someone owned that. It being a building and all. Built and such, not just natural nature and such. So since we did not see anyone about we tried our best to be polite, I assure you, and we tried to find a place where we wouldn't be intruding."
"Once again, a thousand pardons for our intruding. As you can tell by my story it was most unintentional and accidental altogether..."
"This mountain of yours, and again a fine mountain at that - a prime example of all that a mountain should be! Is it all yours? The entirety is your property? You and your fine companion's there, I presume? You both make a lovely pair, if I may be so bold... Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise! But again, you be having the entirety of the mountain? There's not a bit or a bob anywhere nearby we could just get a rest? A short sleep? We so do not want to intrude, intruding is the last thing on our minds altogether. Bottom most of the list of things we intend to such an extent that it doesn't even make the list... But we are tired. Woefully and yawnfully tired. Weary from out bones to our noses, as they say... So we'll of course respect your wishes but we would beg of your graciousness and inquire if there is not a place we could sleep first? Because of our tiredness... And, while a fine path that is, it does look a bit precarious for one who can barely keep their eyes open. Is there not a reasonable agreement we and thee could come to?"
(Zeds could go on... but as he could also be interrupted by violence at any moment, I won't. lol... Persuasion? Natural 1 for 9. I was going to roll in case I somehow got help as well, or even guidance... But I think the Nat 1 speaks for itself...)
Thrax stifles a yawn as Zeds attempts to ingratiate himself with the eerie trolls in the woods by making casual (if extraordinarily voluble) conversation, as if they were new neighbours rather than dangerous creatures one misstep away from open hostilities.
How do so many words fit in such a little man's head? The massive dragonborn wonders to himself, his simple mind aching from all the incessant chatter.
"The lodge. The people at the lodge. Do they belong on the mountain? Do you want them gone?" The barbarian rumbles, his hot breath forming mists in the chilly night air. "We are here. Here to destroy them. Leave us alone this night. And we will make them go too."
Persuasion: 18
Zeds turns to the New Guy and gives him a Valdanian Death Stare... It doesn't work. Obviously.
"Hey!" he calls to him in a hushed but yelly tone. "OuYay on'tday aketay idessay untilway ouYay owknay atwhay ethay idessay areway!"
Zeds sighs and shakes his head and then turns back to the Trolls, one hand sliding subtly towards his weapons. Thanks to the new guy ((and most definitely not due to his Natural 1)) he was sure things were about to get ugly...
The young blonde selûnite looks between the rogue and the dragonborn, seeming briefly confounded before speaking again. "Indeed, we want no trouble with you, and we will leave your mountain in the morning." She says with a polite smile.
Persuasion if still relevant: 26 + Guidance: 4
Ixsas gasps slightly at Thrax's statement. He tries to read the trolls' reaction to the dragonborn's offer to see whether they're honestly receptive to "help" in killing the cultists in the Lodge. He's worried that the trolls are in league with the dragon cult.
Insight: 18
But seeing Zeds's look, Ixsa fears that they're about to be in a fight against at least two trolls. He grasps his holy symbol and gets ready to invoke Radiance of the Dawn if the trolls attack.