Anthony wasn't sure that villages in a place like this would be much better than the wilderness, but there was only one way to find out. "Probably right about that."Glancing at the other man and noting his agitation, not that it was out of place under the circumstances.
Aoufie looks around with a darting gaze half expecting something to happen as his mind swirls with thoughts of the shape changers. He looks to the mist shrouded structure on the mountain and wonders is it a fort or a walled town. Though he has been roughing it for a while in search of his family he knows he is more comfortable in a town or city. "I agree let's see what the locals can tell us of this land and figure out where are we."
He will then continue to walk towards the Village in the valley. Hmm...I am glad there still life here and not an endless desolated landscape, but this place still exudes a darkness I cannot shake.
Zathon seems to bristle as they pass the gates and walk through a void of life for a time."...Feels like home.."he mutters, a comment that Anthony can likely hear as he's next to him. He calms a bit at seeing the nature come back but he is very much on his guard.
"A fine idea, Aoufie."Zathon continues to lead the way, not wanting to stay idle long in this place.
Anthony glances over at the comment “You can do the talking then.” he doesn’t have much else to add. Watching for the unseen dangers that seem to be watching them back is a little more important at the moment. He watches their flanks more than the path ahead. If something attacks, it will wait until they’re surrounded to strike.
Kora trails behind a bit as they pass through the gates. The surrounding death just inherently slows her down. She is very quiet as she follows the group, looking from side to side wondering why this place was so devoid of life.
Head down, looking from side to side of the path, she hears the others talk about going to the village. Normally, she'd disagree, but she didn't feel right out here, this was almost worse than the feeling the monoliths gave her, at least then it was only she that was affected, not the wild.
When she finally sees some life, she smiles and runs off to one of the blooming flowers. Reaching down, she caresses the petals with the tips of her fingers, feeling a little bit of life coming back to her.
Kora then rejoins the group on the way to the village.
Noting Kora trailing behind, Akyan waits for her to catch up. Best not to let anyone wander off alone. He doesn't comment on her dilly dallying, just watches her and keeps an eye on the surroundings.
Perception: 10 (9 +1 from guidance)
He does agree with Aoufie, that village is likely the best place they can hope to find answers. Not to mention he has a suspicion that the Van Richten person may have some connections there.
Once Kora is done sight seeing and makes her way up to him, the drow silently falls in beside her.
The only answer Kora gets is a grunt from the drow. He doesn't look at her, instead he continues scanning the trees. On one hand, he's glad that the sun doesn't seem to reach...wherever this is, but on the other he'd welcome the blinding light if it could dispel some of the unnaturalness of this place.
Anthony kept pace with the group well enough on the trail, though with the quick marching pace the stiff gait was slightly more pronounced. By midday, the big man's stomach was growling almost as loudly as armor made its distinctive, chainmail jingle even with a surcoat to dampen the sound a little. If he was going to be slaughtered in the woods by magical beasts, he at least wasn't going to be hungry, so travel rations it was. Chewing slowly to remain alert. Ilmater forbid something should jump out from behind a tree and make him drop his brunch.
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Even a man dedicated to vigilance waivers on occasion. His mind wandered on the long trek. You can only peer between so many craggy pine trees at more craggy pine trees before the view ceases to captivate. He thought of the others having lost an important maternal figure in their lives whether they called her mother or not, and then missed her funeral. They'd had the chance to say good bye in a way, but it wasn't the same as the ritual of viewing the body, the finality of it impossible to ignore, and being able to say things. Not to her, but to each other. To share thoughts and stories to show the deceased to each other from different angles.
He sighed and scrubbed his hair. He couldn't add magic to it without silver or the body, but maybe the exercise would .. do .. something.
And couldn't think about Aoelwyn without thinking of his own mother. The catalyst for leaving with the strange, unreal, elven woman offering a boy a handful of magic beans. 'Come visit. See how you like it. If you were younger, I would speak to the local authorities, but you're old enough to choose.' She'd moved as if to touch his face where it was bruised. Not targeted, though he had plenty that were from various circumstance, but from where something had caught him across the cheek from his mom's recent tantrum for him bringing back food instead of money. But Anthony had glared at the elven woman and she'd withdrawn, telling him he could come find her if he wanted. Two days later he'd shown up with a small bundle of clothes at an inn that would normally sweep a kid like him off the front porch.
A few hours before midday, you arrive at the village you spotted earlier. Any hope of finding a thriving town is dashed to pieces once you are close enough to make out the details of the village. The small town, numbering around 150 houses, looks abandoned. The moist earth underfoot gives way to paved cobblestone streets, all of which are devoid of any signs of life. The buildings are in various states of disrepair: the ground-floor windows are boarded up, doors bare heavy gouges that look like claw marks, black soot mark the walls of building, shards of glass sparkle in the feeble light offered by the sun as they lie in the street. You see several of the buildings have actually collapsed, and others have sagging roofs that look like they're about to collapse. The air is silent except for the sound of tattered drapes flapping in a slight breeze that drifts through the town.
As you enter, you begin to pick up on the sounds of mournful sobbing that echoes through the forlorn streets from a distance. As everyone walks, Akyan spots a flicker of movement come from one of the dark windows of the second floor of a nearby building. Looking closely, he spots the dark form of a woman peeking fearfully down upon the group as they walk by. It appears the town isn't as quite as lifeless than one would think.
"Yeah. Maybe this place isn't a better place to stay than the creepy woods."Trying to put the pieces together as he scratched his chin scruff. "Looks like it's been under siege recently."
Jared shakes his head. "You don't want to stay in the woods around here Aunty." he says. "There are things in there you don't want to face unless you have to."
Anthony shrugged, looking at the burned and clawed doors. "Looks like those things aren't afraid to come into town." He looks around at the town looking for signs of life. Smoke, a building that looks better fortified, something.
Aoufie heart sinks as he was hoping for a thriving village, but something or someone has ravaged this village and most likely a recurring threat if the people had time to board up their homes. "That mournful cry must come from someone. Let's see who they are and whether they can tell us anything." He keeps on walking down the cobblestone streets towards the mournful crying.
Aoufie keeps a sharp eye out incase whoever or whatever did this to the village comes back.
Perception
6 rolled in game log.
The wreckage of the homes brings back memories of his family home in Neverwinter and he looks more inward than to his surroundings.
"No. Not dead." Akyan states, eyeing the woman in the window. He doesn't think that woman is a threat, but she's afraid of something. "You think this could be the work of those so-called wolf men?"He asks, directing the question at Kora more than anyone.
"Very well could be the wolf men. Let's just keep our eyes peeled, obviously this place has it's own problems." Zathon says, walking forward and glancing around for any place useful, like a tavern.
Pointing to the doors with the claw marks, Kora answers Akyan, "That's a pretty good guess." She shudders as she walks through this desolate town not understanding how people could let their home be destroyed like this. She wraps her arms around herself as she continues on with the others. She also keeps an eye out as they head closer to the sound of sobbing.
He follows Akyan’s gaze, just catching movement he would have dismissed as a trick of the eye without the other man drawing his attention to it. They were being watched and Aoufie was already moving toward the crying, so the big man watches the windows. Someone crying on an otherwise deserted street, felt like they were about to get jumped.
Peception 17
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Jared looks to the left and right and picks up his pace.
"I suggest we get to this village as quickly as possible." he tells the others
Anthony wasn't sure that villages in a place like this would be much better than the wilderness, but there was only one way to find out. "Probably right about that." Glancing at the other man and noting his agitation, not that it was out of place under the circumstances.
Aoufie looks around with a darting gaze half expecting something to happen as his mind swirls with thoughts of the shape changers. He looks to the mist shrouded structure on the mountain and wonders is it a fort or a walled town. Though he has been roughing it for a while in search of his family he knows he is more comfortable in a town or city. "I agree let's see what the locals can tell us of this land and figure out where are we."
He will then continue to walk towards the Village in the valley. Hmm...I am glad there still life here and not an endless desolated landscape, but this place still exudes a darkness I cannot shake.
Zathon seems to bristle as they pass the gates and walk through a void of life for a time. "...Feels like home.." he mutters, a comment that Anthony can likely hear as he's next to him. He calms a bit at seeing the nature come back but he is very much on his guard.
"A fine idea, Aoufie." Zathon continues to lead the way, not wanting to stay idle long in this place.
Anthony glances over at the comment “You can do the talking then.” he doesn’t have much else to add. Watching for the unseen dangers that seem to be watching them back is a little more important at the moment. He watches their flanks more than the path ahead. If something attacks, it will wait until they’re surrounded to strike.
Kora trails behind a bit as they pass through the gates. The surrounding death just inherently slows her down. She is very quiet as she follows the group, looking from side to side wondering why this place was so devoid of life.
Head down, looking from side to side of the path, she hears the others talk about going to the village. Normally, she'd disagree, but she didn't feel right out here, this was almost worse than the feeling the monoliths gave her, at least then it was only she that was affected, not the wild.
When she finally sees some life, she smiles and runs off to one of the blooming flowers. Reaching down, she caresses the petals with the tips of her fingers, feeling a little bit of life coming back to her.
Kora then rejoins the group on the way to the village.
Noting Kora trailing behind, Akyan waits for her to catch up. Best not to let anyone wander off alone. He doesn't comment on her dilly dallying, just watches her and keeps an eye on the surroundings.
Perception: 10 (9 +1 from guidance)
He does agree with Aoufie, that village is likely the best place they can hope to find answers. Not to mention he has a suspicion that the Van Richten person may have some connections there.
Once Kora is done sight seeing and makes her way up to him, the drow silently falls in beside her.
"Miss me?" Kora quips as Akyan falls in beside her. She smiles wanly and it does not reach her eyes.
The only answer Kora gets is a grunt from the drow. He doesn't look at her, instead he continues scanning the trees. On one hand, he's glad that the sun doesn't seem to reach...wherever this is, but on the other he'd welcome the blinding light if it could dispel some of the unnaturalness of this place.
Anthony kept pace with the group well enough on the trail, though with the quick marching pace the stiff gait was slightly more pronounced. By midday, the big man's stomach was growling almost as loudly as armor made its distinctive, chainmail jingle even with a surcoat to dampen the sound a little. If he was going to be slaughtered in the woods by magical beasts, he at least wasn't going to be hungry, so travel rations it was. Chewing slowly to remain alert. Ilmater forbid something should jump out from behind a tree and make him drop his brunch.
((Marking of 1 ration 💀))
Even a man dedicated to vigilance waivers on occasion. His mind wandered on the long trek. You can only peer between so many craggy pine trees at more craggy pine trees before the view ceases to captivate. He thought of the others having lost an important maternal figure in their lives whether they called her mother or not, and then missed her funeral. They'd had the chance to say good bye in a way, but it wasn't the same as the ritual of viewing the body, the finality of it impossible to ignore, and being able to say things. Not to her, but to each other. To share thoughts and stories to show the deceased to each other from different angles.
He sighed and scrubbed his hair. He couldn't add magic to it without silver or the body, but maybe the exercise would .. do .. something.
And couldn't think about Aoelwyn without thinking of his own mother. The catalyst for leaving with the strange, unreal, elven woman offering a boy a handful of magic beans. 'Come visit. See how you like it. If you were younger, I would speak to the local authorities, but you're old enough to choose.' She'd moved as if to touch his face where it was bruised. Not targeted, though he had plenty that were from various circumstance, but from where something had caught him across the cheek from his mom's recent tantrum for him bringing back food instead of money. But Anthony had glared at the elven woman and she'd withdrawn, telling him he could come find her if he wanted. Two days later he'd shown up with a small bundle of clothes at an inn that would normally sweep a kid like him off the front porch.
A few hours before midday, you arrive at the village you spotted earlier. Any hope of finding a thriving town is dashed to pieces once you are close enough to make out the details of the village. The small town, numbering around 150 houses, looks abandoned. The moist earth underfoot gives way to paved cobblestone streets, all of which are devoid of any signs of life. The buildings are in various states of disrepair: the ground-floor windows are boarded up, doors bare heavy gouges that look like claw marks, black soot mark the walls of building, shards of glass sparkle in the feeble light offered by the sun as they lie in the street. You see several of the buildings have actually collapsed, and others have sagging roofs that look like they're about to collapse. The air is silent except for the sound of tattered drapes flapping in a slight breeze that drifts through the town.
As you enter, you begin to pick up on the sounds of mournful sobbing that echoes through the forlorn streets from a distance. As everyone walks, Akyan spots a flicker of movement come from one of the dark windows of the second floor of a nearby building. Looking closely, he spots the dark form of a woman peeking fearfully down upon the group as they walk by. It appears the town isn't as quite as lifeless than one would think.
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DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Jared keeps looking back and forth, concerned about the possibility of an attack.
"This place seems dead." he says to his siblings.
"Yeah. Maybe this place isn't a better place to stay than the creepy woods." Trying to put the pieces together as he scratched his chin scruff. "Looks like it's been under siege recently."
Jared shakes his head.
"You don't want to stay in the woods around here Aunty." he says. "There are things in there you don't want to face unless you have to."
Anthony shrugged, looking at the burned and clawed doors. "Looks like those things aren't afraid to come into town." He looks around at the town looking for signs of life. Smoke, a building that looks better fortified, something.
Aoufie heart sinks as he was hoping for a thriving village, but something or someone has ravaged this village and most likely a recurring threat if the people had time to board up their homes. "That mournful cry must come from someone. Let's see who they are and whether they can tell us anything." He keeps on walking down the cobblestone streets towards the mournful crying.
Aoufie keeps a sharp eye out incase whoever or whatever did this to the village comes back.
Perception
6 rolled in game log.
The wreckage of the homes brings back memories of his family home in Neverwinter and he looks more inward than to his surroundings.
"No. Not dead." Akyan states, eyeing the woman in the window. He doesn't think that woman is a threat, but she's afraid of something. "You think this could be the work of those so-called wolf men?" He asks, directing the question at Kora more than anyone.
"Very well could be the wolf men. Let's just keep our eyes peeled, obviously this place has it's own problems." Zathon says, walking forward and glancing around for any place useful, like a tavern.
Perception: 11
Pointing to the doors with the claw marks, Kora answers Akyan, "That's a pretty good guess." She shudders as she walks through this desolate town not understanding how people could let their home be destroyed like this. She wraps her arms around herself as she continues on with the others. She also keeps an eye out as they head closer to the sound of sobbing.
He follows Akyan’s gaze, just catching movement he would have dismissed as a trick of the eye without the other man drawing his attention to it. They were being watched and Aoufie was already moving toward the crying, so the big man watches the windows. Someone crying on an otherwise deserted street, felt like they were about to get jumped.
Peception 17