[Your roll didn't work, but I'll write it off this time as s passing score]
Though Quartz cannot read the script, the shape of the post and the stone used indicates it as an old fey mark. Elves bear fey blood and so carry with them innate knowledge of certain old rituals sacred to their forebears. These stone markers resemble those that indicate a ley tap, what knowledgeable wizards and scholars today would call the "Veins of Mystra." Ley taps draw energy from a deep underground wellspring of pure magical energy that runs throughout the world. Faeries of the old world revered them as a direct line to the natural forces of the world. This ley seems profaned, corrupted. It sits decrepit, faded. But where there's one, there's often more. If a fairly powerful druid were to commune with a pure ley tap, they might be able to learn more of this wood, perhaps even purify its corruption.
After considering the stele and its inscription fkr some rime, Quartz announces to no one in particular, "Nope, can't make heads or tails of it." The firbolg continues, "Although.. it does remind me of something I heard of once, feom some elves who live near my neck of the woods. They spoke about stones, maybe not too different from thjs one. Said they had something ro do with old fairies magjc and they could be used to tap into the "Veins of Mystra," as they put it.
Korbiña listened to Quartz "maybe leylines... or dragon pulse... or whatever name you call it... basicalky natural veins of pure energy running below the world... that would be neat... maybe we could replenish our magicsl energies without the need of a night's sleep..."
"And about the writing, as I mentioned before, it looks like it is a kind of draconic dialect, and I think it means that there is a place of safety nearby. But maybe Asher knows better."
[Basically Thaux was raised in a village far from society, so it makes sense why he can't read it. Also, here in japan there is a new and old writing system and it is very difficult to even understand the old writing system, so it'd probably be something similar to that]
[Basically Thaux was raised in a village far from society, so it makes sense why he can't read it. Also, here in japan there is a new and old writing system and it is very difficult to even understand the old writing system, so it'd probably be something similar to that]
[Well that, plus the Draconic language has multiple dialects. There's the original Dragon language, then there's the kobold dialect, which is closest to the original. After that comes Dragonborn Draconic, and finally Lizardfolk. Interestingly, because the Lizardfolk are one of the oldest civilizations, you would think their language most resembles the original language, but it's only similar enough that it's associated with the Dragons, despite having nothing to actually do with it. For reference, it's a little like other nationalities thinking the Japanese and Chinese have the same origin because their languages are similar.]
Quartz senses nothing from the stone itself. It's truly a dead node. But something curious. The moss growing from the base of the stone appears magical in nature. It grows a faint red, indicative of an elemental influence. It may be useful for him to gather in his herbalist pouch. As he does so, he notices patches growing all around. This place. It's absolutely brimming with magical vegetation.
However, as Quartz raises his head to tell the others, he almost blinds himself in the process! The mist! It glows. It's absolutely doused in illusory magic!
[Oh and, since you're here. Or, you know, here being relative... anyway!]
[Remember how Thaux ate charcoal "meat," then rolled a bad Con save, and I said it would come to bite him later? Yeeeeaaahhh...]
As the others seem to endlessly wax hypothetical, the proud hunter feels a pressure in his lower belly. It seems a greater storm is coming, coming fast. And it would be one only he would endure! The pressure comes with an... unpleasant burning below the base of his tail.
...A bush. He needed to find a bush. Away from the rest. NOW.
Interestingly, because the Lizardfolk are one of the oldest civilizations, you would think their language most resembles the original language, but it's only similar enough that it's associated with the Dragons, despite having nothing to actually do with it. For reference, it's a little like other nationalities thinking the Japanese and Chinese have the same origin because their languages are similar.
Quartz senses nothing from the stone itself. It's truly a dead node. But something curious. The moss growing from the base of the stone appears magical in nature. It grows a faint red, indicative of an elemental influence. It may be useful for him to gather in his herbalist pouch. As he does so, he notices patches growing all around. This place. It's absolutely brimming with magical vegetation.
However, as Quartz raises his head to tell the others, he almost blinds himself in the process! The mist! It glows. It's absolutely doused in illusory magic!
< Lizardfolk are descended from Sarruch, though, so not really draconic origin, not surprising the language isn't that similar. (At least in FR) >
"Hmm, strange. This club moss is brimming with wlemental.energy. best grab some for later. It may prove usefu..Ugh! That mist." He Cloaks, sheikding his eyes "it's ablaze with arcane energy. I feel as if I just stared into the very eye of Mystra.
Interestingly, because the Lizardfolk are one of the oldest civilizations, you would think their language most resembles the original language, but it's only similar enough that it's associated with the Dragons, despite having nothing to actually do with it. For reference, it's a little like other nationalities thinking the Japanese and Chinese have the same origin because their languages are similar.
Quartz senses nothing from the stone itself. It's truly a dead node. But something curious. The moss growing from the base of the stone appears magical in nature. It grows a faint red, indicative of an elemental influence. It may be useful for him to gather in his herbalist pouch. As he does so, he notices patches growing all around. This place. It's absolutely brimming with magical vegetation.
However, as Quartz raises his head to tell the others, he almost blinds himself in the process! The mist! It glows. It's absolutely doused in illusory magic!
< Lizardfolk are descended from Sarruch, though, so not really draconic origin, not surprising the language isn't that similar. (At least in FR) >
"Hmm, strange. This club moss is brimming with wlemental.energy. best grab some for later. It may prove usefu..Ugh! That mist." He Cloaks, sheikding his eyes "it's ablaze with arcane energy. I feel as if I just stared into the very eye of Mystra.
[Yeah, but his tribe specifically seems to have innate knowledge of a draconic language. I'm writing it off as an anthropological equivalent to convergent evolution, where a separate race's language is so similar, it's believed to have similar origins to another, without any real connection whatsoever. That's why the words seem familiar to Thaux without him having any idea what they say, despite knowing "Draconic."]
Gregory who has been just staring at the others wondering what's going on says "so ummm... it's a sign. Can we please get going. I'm Freezing out here" he shivers and turns toward the direction korbina said they should go.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
Gregory's insistence hails an interesting dilemma. There are now two points of interest to pursue: a potential shelter with possible resources to exploit and contacts to question or a direct shot to a guide who may be in the process of leaving. The message on the sign seems to indicate north northeast while Korbiña's map points southeast. Decisions, decisions.
And all the while, the proud hunter pays dearly for his culinary excursion. Then there's the indomitable veil of mist, which the party now knows to be inexorably drenched in raw magic. Indeed, with every solution, a new problem seems to loom...
[Your roll didn't work, but I'll write it off this time as s passing score]
Though Quartz cannot read the script, the shape of the post and the stone used indicates it as an old fey mark. Elves bear fey blood and so carry with them innate knowledge of certain old rituals sacred to their forebears. These stone markers resemble those that indicate a ley tap, what knowledgeable wizards and scholars today would call the "Veins of Mystra." Ley taps draw energy from a deep underground wellspring of pure magical energy that runs throughout the world. Faeries of the old world revered them as a direct line to the natural forces of the world. This ley seems profaned, corrupted. It sits decrepit, faded. But where there's one, there's often more. If a fairly powerful druid were to commune with a pure ley tap, they might be able to learn more of this wood, perhaps even purify its corruption.
<Weird. It showed up as a 19 for me.>
After considering the stele and its inscription fkr some rime, Quartz announces to no one in particular, "Nope, can't make heads or tails of it." The firbolg continues, "Although.. it does remind me of something I heard of once, feom some elves who live near my neck of the woods. They spoke about stones, maybe not too different from thjs one. Said they had something ro do with old fairies magjc and they could be used to tap into the "Veins of Mystra," as they put it.
Quartz casts detect magic on it, just to see.
[Oh well, doesn't change the outcome]
[Did it again]
Sorry, it was detect magic
Korbiña listened to Quartz "maybe leylines... or dragon pulse... or whatever name you call it... basicalky natural veins of pure energy running below the world... that would be neat... maybe we could replenish our magicsl energies without the need of a night's sleep..."
"And about the writing, as I mentioned before, it looks like it is a kind of draconic dialect, and I think it means that there is a place of safety nearby. But maybe Asher knows better."
[Basically Thaux was raised in a village far from society, so it makes sense why he can't read it. Also, here in japan there is a new and old writing system and it is very difficult to even understand the old writing system, so it'd probably be something similar to that]
[Well that, plus the Draconic language has multiple dialects. There's the original Dragon language, then there's the kobold dialect, which is closest to the original. After that comes Dragonborn Draconic, and finally Lizardfolk. Interestingly, because the Lizardfolk are one of the oldest civilizations, you would think their language most resembles the original language, but it's only similar enough that it's associated with the Dragons, despite having nothing to actually do with it. For reference, it's a little like other nationalities thinking the Japanese and Chinese have the same origin because their languages are similar.]
Quartz senses nothing from the stone itself. It's truly a dead node. But something curious. The moss growing from the base of the stone appears magical in nature. It grows a faint red, indicative of an elemental influence. It may be useful for him to gather in his herbalist pouch. As he does so, he notices patches growing all around. This place. It's absolutely brimming with magical vegetation.
However, as Quartz raises his head to tell the others, he almost blinds himself in the process! The mist! It glows. It's absolutely doused in illusory magic!
@DIce
[Oh and, since you're here. Or, you know, here being relative... anyway!]
[Remember how Thaux ate charcoal "meat," then rolled a bad Con save, and I said it would come to bite him later? Yeeeeaaahhh...]
As the others seem to endlessly wax hypothetical, the proud hunter feels a pressure in his lower belly. It seems a greater storm is coming, coming fast. And it would be one only he would endure! The pressure comes with an... unpleasant burning below the base of his tail.
...A bush. He needed to find a bush. Away from the rest. NOW.
< Lizardfolk are descended from Sarruch, though, so not really draconic origin, not surprising the language isn't that similar. (At least in FR) >
"Hmm, strange. This club moss is brimming with wlemental.energy. best grab some for later. It may prove usefu..Ugh! That mist." He Cloaks, sheikding his eyes "it's ablaze with arcane energy. I feel as if I just stared into the very eye of Mystra.
Korbiña crouches down to some of that moss "this moss?" She pokes at it before harvesting some and stowing some away.
[Yeah, but his tribe specifically seems to have innate knowledge of a draconic language. I'm writing it off as an anthropological equivalent to convergent evolution, where a separate race's language is so similar, it's believed to have similar origins to another, without any real connection whatsoever. That's why the words seem familiar to Thaux without him having any idea what they say, despite knowing "Draconic."]
[Don't you just love how convoluted I'm making all this?]
It's frigid to the touch. Your hand almost aches from the cold.
Gregory who has been just staring at the others wondering what's going on says "so ummm... it's a sign. Can we please get going. I'm Freezing out here" he shivers and turns toward the direction korbina said they should go.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
Gregory's insistence hails an interesting dilemma. There are now two points of interest to pursue: a potential shelter with possible resources to exploit and contacts to question or a direct shot to a guide who may be in the process of leaving. The message on the sign seems to indicate north northeast while Korbiña's map points southeast. Decisions, decisions.
And all the while, the proud hunter pays dearly for his culinary excursion. Then there's the indomitable veil of mist, which the party now knows to be inexorably drenched in raw magic. Indeed, with every solution, a new problem seems to loom...
" hmmm magic moss you say...I guess I better try it." Lelantus grabs some moss and shoved it in his mouth.