Finding a moment of respite is hard. Relishing this moment of casual errands, the two wander to the edge of the clearing, seeking tinder for Gregory's dwindling blaze.
The gnome's fog has since cleared entire, but the forests natural mist remains close, lingering at the very edge of the light cast by the fire. It almost seems that the light itself is the antithesis to this maddening veil. Perhaps there's a magical property to this...?
While collecting wood Korbiña talks to Lelantus "It's aleays quicker and better when two collect wood, especially in these strange mists... while mists are no strangers to me, I am still lacking experience with them... so walking these mists alone might not be a good idea and we should not stay longer than for everyone to catch their breaths"
"the mist could be our best friend or our doom...it could mask our scent and obscure the vision of our enemies but could also hide our enemies from view we should be careful."
"I'm not talking about enemies... I'm talking about the mist... I have a strange feeling about it... where I come from, the mists have a life of their own... and can be dangerous without any enemy around...
But I have no way of warding us against it... maybe can remember some warding rite of grandmother... if we actually need to camp in the mist... for a short rest, the fire might suffice"
asher grumbles about the dampness of his belongings but otherwise sticks with the group " we can rest but we also need to fined some sort of civalization and soon "
Having collected enough wood for about an hour, Korbiña and Lelantus return where they use the smoldering rest of Gregory's magic to build up a nice campfire so everyone can warm up and dry up... get the dampness out of their bones and equipment.
Korbiña uses some more water from her water skin, her mess kit and some dried herbs from a ration pack to brew up some tea for everyone who likes some...
Finding a moment of respite is hard. Relishing this moment of casual errands, the two wander to the edge of the clearing, seeking tinder for Gregory's dwindling blaze.
The gnome's fog has since cleared entire, but the forests natural mist remains close, lingering at the very edge of the light cast by the fire. It almost seems that the light itself is the antithesis to this maddening veil. Perhaps there's a magical property to this...?
While collecting wood Korbiña talks to Lelantus "It's aleays quicker and better when two collect wood, especially in these strange mists... while mists are no strangers to me, I am still lacking experience with them... so walking these mists alone might not be a good idea and we should not stay longer than for everyone to catch their breaths"
"the mist could be our best friend or our doom...it could mask our scent and obscure the vision of our enemies but could also hide our enemies from view we should be careful."
"I'm not talking about enemies... I'm talking about the mist... I have a strange feeling about it... where I come from, the mists have a life of their own... and can be dangerous without any enemy around...
But I have no way of warding us against it... maybe can remember some warding rite of grandmother... if we actually need to camp in the mist... for a short rest, the fire might suffice"
asher grumbles about the dampness of his belongings but otherwise sticks with the group " we can rest but we also need to fined some sort of civalization and soon "
"I do agree...this mist has me on edge...we should be quick about this."
Having collected enough wood for about an hour, Korbiña and Lelantus return where they use the smoldering rest of Gregory's magic to build up a nice campfire so everyone can warm up and dry up... get the dampness out of their bones and equipment.
Korbiña uses some more water from her water skin, her mess kit and some dried herbs from a ration pack to brew up some tea for everyone who likes some...
Id like to try to make the skull of my hyena head into a helmet
[Do you have the tools for it?]
Damn...I'll save it till I find that gnome again so I can kill it and take back my dagger.
asher walks up to his companion and hands him one of his daggers " put it to good use my friend "
[You can't carve the brains out or anything, but I will let you use the dagger to skin it and remove the eyes.]
[Roll Dex for accurate strokes of your blade. Anything below 10 and you accidentally knick your finger]
I still have to find that damn gnome to retrieve my dagger
Wait nevermind sorry I didn't see the last message
" thank you Asher...if I do this right It will be a great use" (the roll was a 11)
Korbiña watches, drinking tea
Gregory still snoozing mumbles. "Your goin down... I had him by his belt loops..." and rolls over.
wishing to live.
whispering on wind.
falling through sky.
feeling i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
Once my helmet is complete I shall name it- sneak attack- after the way in which it was acquired.
[Just a reminder to our resident ranger that during short rests, he can craft extra darts, arrows, etc with things he picks up from enemies.]