Korbiña gently leans into the half-hug, smiling and breathing deeply... completing the preparation of the soup by adding a few spices she still has available and letting Sceilie try the result.
Korbiña gently leans into the half-hug, smiling and breathing deeply... completing the preparation of the soup by adding a few spices she still has available and letting Sceilie try the result.
[Roll Wisdom at advantage, since you have "help" clinging to you. If you get a 16, the soup will hit juuust the right spot for everyone, and I'll give you lot a long rest instead of a short one. For flavor more than any game mechanic, would you like Sceilie to sleep on the same bedroll beside Korbiña? No public "romance;" not doing that kind of story. Just platonic intimacy.]
Perhaps it's the adrenaline from his burn, or perhaps he's merely focused, but as Lelantus weaves across the twisted mangrove roots and jutting stones around the clearing, he's able to collect a sizeable amount of dry kindling, almost systematically cleaning the swamp brush of all available sticks, twigs and bark. Alas, in his sweep, he is unable to find a single small stone or frog.
Pity. At least the fire's nowhere near at risk of going out now. Thank the gods for that.
Asher after cleaning the mud from himself. Sits by the fire "I will take first watch " Asher grones at his wounds as he pulls out a journal and starts writing
[No, not you. That's my bad. Though I appreciate the candor. No, just need a clarification from you that you're ready to rest. The Dex roll is for Lelantus, who wants some bling.]
With a yawn, the firbolg struggles, unsuccessfully, to keep his eyes open for a bit longer. Soon, the sound of snoring csn be heard feom the seated giant, head slumped down between his wide shoulders.
Though time does not have much effect in this strange land, and though the mists curl and tumble endlessly, the party finds some semblance of rest after what seems like one tragedy over the next. Quartz is quick to drift off, a man of instinct if nothing else. Sweet Sceilie and tender Korbiña drift off in each other's arms, entwined in an innocent entanglement of affection. Thaux, exhausted beyond belief, shows little disapproval as the halfling, Lelantus, drifts off lying against his tail. The two quickly succumb to their lethargy, soft snores heard from the rogue whilst the ranger dozes stoicly.
Only Asher remains awake, watching for danger and keeping the fires well stoked. His books need to dry, after all. The mud has not ruined them, though the moisture certainly threatens to. Cracking one of the few dry books, he spends the majority of his "night" reading and watching dutifully as the others rest. Although, even he feels the pull of slumber...
Korbiña gently leans into the half-hug, smiling and breathing deeply... completing the preparation of the soup by adding a few spices she still has available and letting Sceilie try the result.
Lelantus would like to search for a relatively cool rock while he's out. And maybe a frog.
[Roll Wisdom at advantage, since you have "help" clinging to you. If you get a 16, the soup will hit juuust the right spot for everyone, and I'll give you lot a long rest instead of a short one. For flavor more than any game mechanic, would you like Sceilie to sleep on the same bedroll beside Korbiña? No public "romance;" not doing that kind of story. Just platonic intimacy.]
[Survival for the excursion, Perception for the rock and frog. If you fail Survival, roll a Con Save.]
Survivals a 24 base nat 20
Perception is an 8
Perhaps it's the adrenaline from his burn, or perhaps he's merely focused, but as Lelantus weaves across the twisted mangrove roots and jutting stones around the clearing, he's able to collect a sizeable amount of dry kindling, almost systematically cleaning the swamp brush of all available sticks, twigs and bark. Alas, in his sweep, he is unable to find a single small stone or frog.
Pity. At least the fire's nowhere near at risk of going out now. Thank the gods for that.
Once he returns lelantus would like to enlist sceilies help to weave a bracelet with the monstrous vines he looted off the village god
Korbiña's soup: 12
[And yes, when we rest Korbiña would merge their both bedrolls into one so the can rest in each other's embrace.]
[Is everyone ready to rest? (Lelantus, Dex Roll 10 or higher, can't start until rest)]
Ready for rest 😴
But maybe watches would be good to set up.
Asher after cleaning the mud from himself. Sits by the fire "I will take first watch " Asher grones at his wounds as he pulls out a journal and starts writing
Sorry I've been absent didn't have Internet
[Thaux's automatically asleep. Can't blame him, he's been through hell. Just waiting on big blue and a certain Dex roll]
<Oh, sorry. Must have missed it.>
Dex 20
Korbiña nods to Asher "Wake me, so I can take secon watch." Then climbs under the blankets with Sceilie.
[No, not you. That's my bad. Though I appreciate the candor. No, just need a clarification from you that you're ready to rest. The Dex roll is for Lelantus, who wants some bling.]
With a yawn, the firbolg struggles, unsuccessfully, to keep his eyes open for a bit longer. Soon, the sound of snoring csn be heard feom the seated giant, head slumped down between his wide shoulders.
[Still waiting on that dex roll from Lelantus.]
Sorry I was... indisposed. Dex roll 23
Though time does not have much effect in this strange land, and though the mists curl and tumble endlessly, the party finds some semblance of rest after what seems like one tragedy over the next. Quartz is quick to drift off, a man of instinct if nothing else. Sweet Sceilie and tender Korbiña drift off in each other's arms, entwined in an innocent entanglement of affection. Thaux, exhausted beyond belief, shows little disapproval as the halfling, Lelantus, drifts off lying against his tail. The two quickly succumb to their lethargy, soft snores heard from the rogue whilst the ranger dozes stoicly.
Only Asher remains awake, watching for danger and keeping the fires well stoked. His books need to dry, after all. The mud has not ruined them, though the moisture certainly threatens to. Cracking one of the few dry books, he spends the majority of his "night" reading and watching dutifully as the others rest. Although, even he feels the pull of slumber...
[Asher, Con Save]
[Stiiiilll waitin' on that Con Save. Nobody post anything yet. Just remember that I promised a theme park]