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Nean gets up way later then the rest of the group, once again proving himself to be a sophisticated late riser when given the chance. WIth a dissatisfied look he touches the bite marks that remain at his neck, and for a moment he seems surprised as his fingers run up his chin. Not having spoken a word so far, he simply crouches down on the spot again and then summons one of his soul blades. His face now shows a very focussed expression as he begins to carefully tick off the scarce beard stubbles that have arisen over the course of the adventure.
Bram: "Good. The claws were quiet. I suspect we may find a trace of our quarry as we continue today. The devils aren't being stealthy with this endeavor, they're moving a lot of supply." She drifts down from the rock she stands atop and grabs her weapon and pack. "We should get moving soon."
Nean: There is surprising amount of blood from the handful of nicks you cause, but thankfully you don't completely slice your face to ribbons.
As you all begin moving for the day, I'd like a survival check from someone, with advantage for Lah'thys' help.
Clermar gets up slowly and quietly packs his stuff for the day before heading off with the group. Seeing Nean butcher himself a bit, Clermar touches his hand to the tender points on his neck where he was bitten. He looks lost in thought staring into the grey morning, but is probably just tired.
Nean gets up, a little embarassed, and trying to ignore the itching cuts brought on himself. He holds up his hand and flicks off the soul knife, before turning to Liafal, with a few droplets of blood runnign down his neck. "It's not that I dislike beards. It's just that...well..." and he chortles loudly, "I simply won't get there yet. It's the first time since leaving Solavus that I've had to do this. Which might also partly explain why i ended up butchering myself like this. Just give it a little time..."
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"Oh no, I could help with that Nean, if you're comfortable with it."
Ava will hold out her hand and, if Nean allows it, she will touch his face, using Healing Hands to heal his bleeding cuts in a shimmering of warm blue light. She will then turn her attention to the travel of the group.
Nean looks down, scratching the back of his head as he now looks quite ashamed of himself. "Ahh...i guess its a good thing this happens only half a year or so, i wouldnt want you to waste your powers on me just for my clumsiness. Although i might turn it into a habit if it attracts the attention of astonishing samarians such as yourself." Nean adds with a grinn, before he strolls back to gather his belongings.
Nean cant help but respond with a grin as well at the sight of Brams demonstration. "You got me good there, how i wish i could do that! While i appreciate the offer, i really think we're making a fuss over nothing. It's just one of those everyday routines that i've never had the misfortune to practice a little. Now that i think of it though...can you really pull that trick of with anything? How about colors for example, can you make that sortiment of beards shine in purple? And is it limited to appearance, or could you just sprout some wings and fly off into the" Nean looks up for a second, remembering the plane they reside in at the moment, "Well, not sunset i guess...Oh and what about that thing with the eyes, it that some secret battle stance?"
As the group starts to follow Ava and Lady Lah'thy's, as the two lead the group on their journey, Bram responds to Nean's inquiries.
"I'm afraid its mostly just cosmetic in nature. While I can make myself appear as almost any humanoid..."
Bram again transforms, bulking up until his cloths are a tight fit, and gaining another half foot of height.
His skin becomes bronzed like someone who has spent all his life under the rays of the sun.
His hair become bright orange, almost like copper, and a matching beard, again grows upon his face.
His ears become round like a humans, and his features, less elven and more stocky.
"...I'm afraid I don't receive any of the strength or other physical traits. As for extra limbs and the like, the best I've been able to do, is horns and a tail."
"Extra arms, or wings, I'm not sure I could pull off. Even if I could stretch that much, they would only be for show, they would be like fleshy growths, no bones or muscles inside."
The large stocky human looks contemplative and somewhat concerned, as he transforms back into Bram's familiar form.
"That is one of the reasons the extra mouths and eye's trouble me a little."
"First, I have no control over their appearance. I have been surprised by their presence as much as anyone."
"It's disconcerting to have your body do things without your conscious intent."
"And secondly, they are not connected to my existing systems. I mean, I have no control over them, I cannot see through the eyes or speak through the mouths, they are not under my control."
"My transformations generally modify my existing parts into different shapes, but not so extreme as to add new airways or bones and muscles, for example."
"So how the mouths speak or the eyes move about, is a mystery. I hope its nothing too bad, hopefully it's just a side effect of my previous condition, and will clear up with time."
"If not...well I may have to seek out help when we finish our current quest, try and determine what's going on..."
Ospos, following the conversation, chimes in, "If we ever get some time to ourselves, and maybe get back home, we will definitely have to figure out what is happening to you. No offence, of course."
Lah'thys is quiet, stalking ahead as you all chatter. She seems to be leading based on intuition, estimating where the fiends could be based on what she had found of them before. It seems she is on the right track though, as after a few hours of travel Ava spots some footprints as you all come around a large arch of wind blasted stone. Upon closer inspection, there are actually several tracks: three pars of bipedal footprints as well as two pairs of tracks that look like canine prints. It seems the beasts were dragging things behind them as well. Lah'thys nods as you all investigate these trail, which leads off in the general direction you all were going, but slightly more east. "Good job. Now to follow, my guess is that we're pretty close to our destination, this is already quite a distance from the portal and I can't imagine them being much farther."
Liafial: "Well considering one is now closed but the devils are still active, there must be at least one more. Rifts to other planes do pop up occasionally but quite often they sit mostly untouched. These passages were clearly opened intentionally." she answers as she begins leading you all after the tracks.
Bram: "The smugglers I faced were just goons really, some tiefling lackeys and imps. I'm sure there are higher ranking devils pulling the strings, but I've no clue exactly what we'll be up against."
(How do you all want to proceed? If you're stealthing I'll need stealth checks, and anyone who would like can give me perception, survival, or investigation as you continue tracking them, I'll treat this like a skill challenge.)
Clermar checks his silvered longsword at the mention of devils and adjusts his armor to try to keep it from clanking too much. "Yep. No use in picking more fights than we need to."
Bram answers Liafial,
"Oh of course, I wasn't meaning to do any sharing now."
Bram looks about the dark desolate terrain around them.
"Yeah I was thinking maybe when we get back to the...hub world?"
Bram adds his own answer after Liafial's, to Ospos question,
"Sorry my fine friend, the best I have, allows we to flavour and warm or cool, existing food."
"But hey, any time you need a little more flavour or a temperature adjustment, let me know, I'm happy to help."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Nean gets up way later then the rest of the group, once again proving himself to be a sophisticated late riser when given the chance. WIth a dissatisfied look he touches the bite marks that remain at his neck, and for a moment he seems surprised as his fingers run up his chin. Not having spoken a word so far, he simply crouches down on the spot again and then summons one of his soul blades. His face now shows a very focussed expression as he begins to carefully tick off the scarce beard stubbles that have arisen over the course of the adventure.
Sleight of Hand: 7
OOC: i guess i will let you decide how badly he cuts himself up with that :D
Bram: "Good. The claws were quiet. I suspect we may find a trace of our quarry as we continue today. The devils aren't being stealthy with this endeavor, they're moving a lot of supply." She drifts down from the rock she stands atop and grabs her weapon and pack. "We should get moving soon."
Nean: There is surprising amount of blood from the handful of nicks you cause, but thankfully you don't completely slice your face to ribbons.
As you all begin moving for the day, I'd like a survival check from someone, with advantage for Lah'thys' help.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
(Does anyone have better survival than +1?)
Clermar gets up slowly and quietly packs his stuff for the day before heading off with the group. Seeing Nean butcher himself a bit, Clermar touches his hand to the tender points on his neck where he was bitten. He looks lost in thought staring into the grey morning, but is probably just tired.
Bram nods agreement to Lady Lah'thy's last comment, and packs up his gear, ready to follow the group.
With a click of his fingers, Xandar appears on Bram's shoulder.
"Good morning my little friend, could I get you to periodically, do a little scouting around us, as we travel today?"
Bram gently rubs Xandar on his head and around his neck. The little bat seems to be enjoying the interaction, chittering away pleasantly.
Xandar then leaps off Bram's shoulder and flies into the air, using his exceptional sensors, to scan around the group, for danger.
Periodically, through their travels, Xandar will ascend to scan for trouble, landing back on Bram's shoulder to rest, a few minutes later.
(Xandar has 11 passive perception; 60ft blindsight; and advantage on hearing based perception checks)
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Nean gets up, a little embarassed, and trying to ignore the itching cuts brought on himself. He holds up his hand and flicks off the soul knife, before turning to Liafal, with a few droplets of blood runnign down his neck. "It's not that I dislike beards. It's just that...well..." and he chortles loudly, "I simply won't get there yet. It's the first time since leaving Solavus that I've had to do this. Which might also partly explain why i ended up butchering myself like this. Just give it a little time..."
"Oh no, I could help with that Nean, if you're comfortable with it."
Ava will hold out her hand and, if Nean allows it, she will touch his face, using Healing Hands to heal his bleeding cuts in a shimmering of warm blue light. She will then turn her attention to the travel of the group.
Survival Check w Advantage: 20
Nean looks down, scratching the back of his head as he now looks quite ashamed of himself. "Ahh...i guess its a good thing this happens only half a year or so, i wouldnt want you to waste your powers on me just for my clumsiness. Although i might turn it into a habit if it attracts the attention of astonishing samarians such as yourself." Nean adds with a grinn, before he strolls back to gather his belongings.
Bram gives Nean a grin,
"I don't know why facial hair maintenance, seems so hard for you today."
Bram's face quickly grows a full and lustrous beard.
"It seems so easy..."
Bram runs his fingers through his beard, enjoying its fullness.
"I mean, you just decide you don't want it any more..."
Bram's beard retracts back into his skin, leaving his face smooth and clean shaven.
"...and it's gone."
Bram winks at Nean with another grin.
Becoming more serious again, Bram adds,
"I think I have a small mirror in the trap and lock tools I picked up in Solacus, before we left on our original adventure."
"If you think it would help, you can try using it next time."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Nean cant help but respond with a grin as well at the sight of Brams demonstration. "You got me good there, how i wish i could do that! While i appreciate the offer, i really think we're making a fuss over nothing. It's just one of those everyday routines that i've never had the misfortune to practice a little. Now that i think of it though...can you really pull that trick of with anything? How about colors for example, can you make that sortiment of beards shine in purple? And is it limited to appearance, or could you just sprout some wings and fly off into the" Nean looks up for a second, remembering the plane they reside in at the moment, "Well, not sunset i guess...Oh and what about that thing with the eyes, it that some secret battle stance?"
As the group starts to follow Ava and Lady Lah'thy's, as the two lead the group on their journey, Bram responds to Nean's inquiries.
"I'm afraid its mostly just cosmetic in nature. While I can make myself appear as almost any humanoid..."
Bram again transforms, bulking up until his cloths are a tight fit, and gaining another half foot of height.
His skin becomes bronzed like someone who has spent all his life under the rays of the sun.
His hair become bright orange, almost like copper, and a matching beard, again grows upon his face.
His ears become round like a humans, and his features, less elven and more stocky.
"...I'm afraid I don't receive any of the strength or other physical traits. As for extra limbs and the like, the best I've been able to do, is horns and a tail."
"Extra arms, or wings, I'm not sure I could pull off. Even if I could stretch that much, they would only be for show, they would be like fleshy growths, no bones or muscles inside."
The large stocky human looks contemplative and somewhat concerned, as he transforms back into Bram's familiar form.
"That is one of the reasons the extra mouths and eye's trouble me a little."
"First, I have no control over their appearance. I have been surprised by their presence as much as anyone."
"It's disconcerting to have your body do things without your conscious intent."
"And secondly, they are not connected to my existing systems. I mean, I have no control over them, I cannot see through the eyes or speak through the mouths, they are not under my control."
"My transformations generally modify my existing parts into different shapes, but not so extreme as to add new airways or bones and muscles, for example."
"So how the mouths speak or the eyes move about, is a mystery. I hope its nothing too bad, hopefully it's just a side effect of my previous condition, and will clear up with time."
"If not...well I may have to seek out help when we finish our current quest, try and determine what's going on..."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Ospos, following the conversation, chimes in, "If we ever get some time to ourselves, and maybe get back home, we will definitely have to figure out what is happening to you. No offence, of course."
Lah'thys is quiet, stalking ahead as you all chatter. She seems to be leading based on intuition, estimating where the fiends could be based on what she had found of them before. It seems she is on the right track though, as after a few hours of travel Ava spots some footprints as you all come around a large arch of wind blasted stone. Upon closer inspection, there are actually several tracks: three pars of bipedal footprints as well as two pairs of tracks that look like canine prints. It seems the beasts were dragging things behind them as well. Lah'thys nods as you all investigate these trail, which leads off in the general direction you all were going, but slightly more east. "Good job. Now to follow, my guess is that we're pretty close to our destination, this is already quite a distance from the portal and I can't imagine them being much farther."
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Bram nod at Ospos comment,
"I'm with you on that one my friend, I want to know what is happening to me as well."
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Bram adds his own question, to follow Liafial's.
"Any idea what we may be facing? Any strengths or weaknesses that may help us, if or when, it comes to a fight?"
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Liafial: "Well considering one is now closed but the devils are still active, there must be at least one more. Rifts to other planes do pop up occasionally but quite often they sit mostly untouched. These passages were clearly opened intentionally." she answers as she begins leading you all after the tracks.
Bram: "The smugglers I faced were just goons really, some tiefling lackeys and imps. I'm sure there are higher ranking devils pulling the strings, but I've no clue exactly what we'll be up against."
(How do you all want to proceed? If you're stealthing I'll need stealth checks, and anyone who would like can give me perception, survival, or investigation as you continue tracking them, I'll treat this like a skill challenge.)
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Bram nods his agreement with Liafial, about the gates,
"I vote for the cautious approach as well."
Stealth check for traveling: 26
Perception check to keep an eye out for trouble: 18
Perception check for Xandar: 6 (Extra roll for advantage for hearing checks: 15)
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Ava nods as well, "Yes, I believe that would be best, and I'll do my best to continue assisting you, Lady Lah'thys."
Stealth Check: 9
Survival Check: 17
Clermar checks his silvered longsword at the mention of devils and adjusts his armor to try to keep it from clanking too much. "Yep. No use in picking more fights than we need to."
Stealth: 7
Perception: 15
Ospos:
Stealth: 18
Investigation: 12
Perception: 7