Sirius tucks himself into his bedroll and quickly falls asleep thinking about what had happened during the day and what would be their next move forward.
The embers dying, the wood spent, chill creeps back, into the cavern. Aubreen groans from sleeping on cold stone. (Long rest?) Gathering his supplies he uses the meager heat of the fire to melt snow and refill his skin. "We should get back to town, I see no reason to linger here any longer."
The night is long and cold, but at least you're sheltered from the blowing snow outside and the burrow provides a little bit of insulation against the worst of the chill. During the night, the people on watch spot some of the small animals that you have seen previously creep back into the cave, moving as far out of the fires reach as possible. They eye you warily, but don't show any aggression.
There is no sign of Sahnar. The living shrub is still around, moving through the burrow and seemingly at ease with the animals.
Aubreen collects his pack, standing by the shattered entrance waiting for the others. "We should head back to town, Gods know I am tired of this cursed wood. Check in with Nimsy, even if the bounty is worth nothing, she needs to know,"
During the trek through the woods, "Should we head back to Bryn? Keeping Yorgrunn waiting too long may not be so wise". He retrieves the crystal vial with the viscous fluid and golden hue, "Sirius? Do you think you could put this to use" Holding the potion of radiant resistance towards him. "I think I will hold onto the other for now"
Sirius collects all his stuff back into his pack and stomps out the fire. "Yes let's go back to Nimsy and continue onwards to Bryn. Fingers crossed we'll get enough gold so I can buy one of those Axebeaks." Sirius gracefully accepts the potion from Aubreen and hangs it on his belt. "We should ask Nimsy about that woman in the sarcophagus. Maybe someone from around here went missing some months ago or something of the like."
"What is the plan after Bryn? It seems we have exhausted all the loose threads connected to the eternal winter and the suspicious figures liked to it. Shall we engage in mercenary work clearing out that kobold infested mine? This business with Auril and the eternal winter is definitely imperative, maybe we'll collect more clues for that from some more mercenary work." Sirius looks into the distance pensively. "Perhaps a fact finding mission to some kind of a library could help, though I admit I have some other, personal, reasons a visit to a library is needed."
Perrin awakes feeling a bit sore from sleeping on the cold stone of the cave, though he quickly hops out of his sleeping bag to help clean up camp. He'd rather be doing something while freezing instead of doing nothing in his sleeping bag while freezing.
When the others seem ready to leave, Perrin hops over to the moose's corpse and inspects it for a moment. Then, he manages to break off its antlers with some effort and more than a little silent cursing. Panting slightly, he holds up the antlers triumphantly and then moves to follow the rest of the group. He remembered that Nimsy mentioned something about a reward for taking care of the moose, so he figured that bringing back some proof that showed that the moose was truly taken care of. Besides, maybe they could sell the antlers for a few extra gold.
Trudging along behind the others while carrying massive antlers that dwarfed him, Perrin repeats, "Kobolds," and nods in agreement. Maybe they could learn something about Auril from the kobolds. While he doubted it, the kobolds could be in league with Auril or something. Sounded like something kobolds would do.
While you're packing up and as Perrin struggles with the mooses horns, the small animals stay pressed in their section of the burrow. The little shrub waves you goodbye as you leave.
Your small group makes the arduos journey back to Lonelywood. Though it has snowed heavily once more, it was not enough to completely obliterate the path you carved here yesterday, so you manage to retrace your own steps without incident.
Within two hours, you are back in Lonelywood. The noises of the nearby saw mill echo through the trees and the air smells of fish.
Perrin gets more than a few looks, carrying the two antlers and barely keeping his balance. The small form of speaker Nimsy Huddle appears in the doorway to her house, covered in a couple of thick shawls. "By Lathanders light, come in you four. You look like you've got some stories to tell."
Inside the halflings home, warm tea and cookies await.
Aubreen strides into the small home, throwing another log on the fire he retires his outercoat to a hook near the hearth. Helping himself to soothing hot tea he breathes in the vapors, then looks to the kitchen. Where did that druid get the smoked bird meat, sure could go for more of that. Pulling a pot he tosses it on the fire with a hunk of near rancid fat, not sure from what. Crumbled hardtack and a chunk of bannock, letting it fry before a splash of water. Taking the pot with him he sits, you would think he lived here.
Between mouthfuls he fills in his part of the adventure, "It didnt start as a hunt, we were just curious about the tomb...", catching the looks of the others with a spoon half to his mouth, "oh, ah, did you want some, I can make more...that cold just sucks the life out of you", he says as explanation for his hellfire stew.
"Lady Nimsy, is there anything else we can do for the people of Lonelywood, with this endless winter they seem to suffer so?"
Nimsy has made herself comfortable on an old rocking chair that seems perfectly sized for her. It does occur to you that she owns a lot of furniture that can accomodate human sized people, probably due to her position as town speaker. She smiles good-naturedly as Aubreen prepares something for himself.
Zenos has clearly been mulling something over, having been quiet. But he has enough presence of mind to let Nimsy know: "You won't need to fear the white moose anymore.", pointing to the antlers that Perrin has dragged into Lonelywood. "It and it's wicked druid friend are dead."
Nimsy claps her hands once, in a gesture of susprise and elation. "So you did it!" looking to Aubreen "And you found to tomb to boot. So it is still standing after all these years?"
She heads over to a cupboard to retrieve something, unlocking it with a key. You hear the clinking of coins. The halfling returns with four equally sized bags of clinking currency. "Lonelywood will be fine with the moose gone, as fine as we can be in this winter. Our sacrifice is food each month and the lake hasn't yet frozen over here. The other towns won't thank us for this luck. It won't last forever. But it will sustain us for now."
You each recieve a pouch with 25 gp within.
Upon recieving his reward, Zenos breathes out a sigh of relief and gets up. "This is what I need to take my chances and get back through the spine of the world. A friend is waiting for me in Neverwinter and I can delay no longer. If has been an honor traveling with you." The bard bows and throws on his heavy winter coat, heading out.
Before the door can close, another figure steps out of the snow just in time to keep it open.
Zenos' player will be leaving the game. In his stead, please welcome Yalexis_09 with Marlede.
Stepping in through the door, you all see a 5'7" tall figure wearing a heavy winter coat that seems to blend with the surrounding snowscape. As they remove their hood, you see her long dark brown hair cascading in a neat ponytail down her back. Her ears give away her half elf heritage. Her skin, a warm hazel hue, carries the faintest hint of winter's kiss. A quiver of arrows rests comfortably on her back, accompanied by a sleek bow slung across her shoulder. At her hip, two finely crafted shortswords hang in their sheaths, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.
As she places her belongings at the entrance, where they won't be in the way, she'll glance and mutter to herself "Who could that have been?"
When she notices everyone else inside the home, she takes a moment of pause before asking "I'm not in the wrong house, am I? I'm looking for townspeaker Nimsy Huddle to talk about the white moose problem."
Inside her head, she thinks [Maybe I shouldn't just tell strangers my business.]
Aubreen turns toward the door as the stranger enters, his thick braided red hair swishing with the movement, revealing softly pointed ears. He shifts in his chair, casting steel grey eyes to look the woman from tip to tail, "Unfortunately you are bit late my friend," he says in a gruff scratchy voice damaged years before in a fire he prefers not to reminisce about. "We came across it while searching an ancient Elven tomb, apparently it was created by a Frost druid, a follower of Auril."
"If it is coin to add weight to your purse you are after, we could use a steady hand, you look like you know your way around that bow, and perhaps the wilds if I am not mistaken". Aubreen shifts again, trying to get comfortable then decides another log on the fire is warranted, the heat in the small house already rising from the last. The ears speak of an Elven heritage that is not borne true from the rest of his imposing physique, large and broad of shoulder with a long sword at his hip. "we were discussing our next moves, it may be a futile effort but I intend to end the atrocious practice of sacrifice, however in the short term there is a gem mine just south of here we already agreed to clear of the Kobolds infesting it". Aubreen gestures to an open seat, "Please join us if you are interested"
Marlede clicks her tongue in response to being a 'bit late' and looks annoyed. But her expression shifts to one of understanding very quickly. "Well, guess it can't be helped. I did have to make my way from Bryn Shander all the way here first. I'm just glad someone else had the courage to deal with the beast AND a follower of the Frostmaiden. Pretty impressive, if you're telling the truth."
She makes her way towards Aubreen and extends a hand to shake it. Whether it is reciprocated or not, she will simply sit down and keep talking.
"Sure, the coin would have been nice, but I just had a feeling I should make my way here as soon as possible. As for ending the sacrifices, I completely agree with you." Her expression shifts to one of concern, and she doesn't make eye contact. "I need to find a way to make it end soon, no matter the cost. It's just not right..."
She shifts her gaze at Aubreen and then the rest like an idea just popped into her head. "Goodness! I completely forgot to introduce myself! My name is Marlede Oakhurst. It's a pleasure to meet all of you."
As she calms down, she will say "I did hear some rumors about the Kobolds in Termalaine as I made my way here. And I'll be happy to have some backup for once. Count me in."
Sirius, a 6ft tall, handsome and young human man with piercing blue eyes and silvery hair, stands up and goes to greet the newcomer in a regal voice. "Sirius of the house of Barwin, pleasure to meet you." He sits back down. "Oh, and I'm afraid he's telling the truth." Sirius points to the moose antlers Perrin is holding. The motion reveals glistening chain mail with a golden crest under his overcoat. "I must warn you that we were planning on swinging by Bryn Shander before dealing with the kobolds. We have a payment to collect there."
Leaning against Sirius' shoulder is a finely crafted spear and a shield is strapped on his back. A strange crystal necklace hangs on his neck. "You certainly look like you would make a fine addition to the party. Ending the sacrifices is certainly going to take all available hands." Sirius shifts and his expression turns serious. With a challenging glint in his eyes, he continues. "Ending this cursed eternal winter will be even more difficult."
When you stand up to greet her, you notice a brooch made from a small insect encased in amber at the base of her ponytail. She definitely notices all the glistening and expensive items on him, but doesn't stare at them. It was more of a momentary glance, and then immediately goes back to paying attention to him as he speaks.
Marlede greets Sirius politely, and immediately clicks her tongue again as she sees the antlers he was pointing at.
"Dammit! That would have made an amazing trophy to hang on the workshop! Wait... what happened to the body? I, personally, would have taken the whole head. But still, I'm impressed."
As you mention the plan to travel all the way back to Bryn Shander she looks defeated.
"Yaay... we're going baack... to Bryn shandeer..."
As you compliment her, she cheers up a bit.
"I will do my best, as always. And if you're all aligned with my goals, as you claim to be, it would be an affront to everything I hold dear not to support you."
OoC: I'm always so scared to act arrogantly with a dnd character when the dice gods can humble me at any moment XD
When Sirius gestures to the horns he was holding, Perrin shakes them excitedly towards the newcomer to emphasis his words. With Zenos leaving, Perrin wasn't going to complain about someone wanting to help them out. Besides, this new lady looked pretty capable.
Perrin says in a perfect imitation of Sirius, "Perrin," as he gestures towards himself. Marlede recognizes Perrin as a kenku, a race of flightless birdfolk with no voice of their own. You can barely see any of his glossy black feathers peaking out from his bundles of thick winter clothing, though his matte black beak protrudes out from underneath his cowl. Standing at barely 5 feet tall, the antlers he holds almost dwarf him.
She says this excitedly after witnessing his perfect mimicry of Sirius.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Perrin. Hey... Can you mimic what the moose or the druid sounded like? That would be amazing!"
And she remains silent for a moment while she waits for a response, and suddenly gets another look of realization.
"Now that I think about it... What did the moose or the druid even want? I'm curious, since I couldn't get here in time to meet you all. Please, tell me all about it."
Aubreen scratches at his skull, where the braid tugs too tightly. That and the uncomfortable brees may account for half his gruff personality. "Well, not exactly sure. As I said we stumbled upon the druid and moose more than anything else. It seems the Druid is not working alone, but how tightly knit they are is not known. What their goal is, or how they are attempting to achieve it, has not been determined. They, or their God, Auril is behind this eternal winter." Rising to clean the dishes he used, he lets the silence hang, hoping his companions might fill the space with their own understanding.
"Oh, well the Moose was a tool of the Druid, used to terrify the villagers, there may be others like it, beasts I mean. Have you heard any rumblings?" Aubreen looks the woman up and down, noting her attire. "Or seen anything unusual in the beasts of the realm?"
"We still have some day left ahead of us, even if the sun disappears almost as soon as it appears. We should head on to Bryn, before the night completely takes us." As a thought occurs he turns to Nimsy, retrieving the gem* from his doublet. "Lady Nimsy, do you know anywhere or anybody who would be interested in purchasing this?"
*flawless agate gemstone. Judging by its size and quality, the gemstone must surely be worth a fortune.
"So the creature and the Druid are pieces of a sinister puzzle. Their actions were in favor of Auril, but the how or why is uncertain. At least you were able to stop them and now know to look for more of these abnormal creatures and evil Druids."
When asked about having heard of odd creatures, she crosses her arms and leans back, looking straight at the ceiling. A moment later, still with her arms crossed, shifts her gaze at all of you.
"Well, I have heard some rumors on my way here aside from the mines and the kobold infestation. Specifically about Bremen having troubles with a lake monster, attacking their fishing boats. And while we're on the subject of rumors, I also heard that Easthaven is about to burn a wizard at the stake for crimes against his fellow man. I hope that they're not burning an innocent man."
She looks down as she says this. But yet another jolt of realization hits her as she looks at Nimsy, who she hadn't noticed until Aubreen spoke to her.
"I am so sorry, speaker Nimsy! I was so absorbed into the conversation with these folk that I completely forgot about you! I mean, I forgot about why I came over to meet you! Maybe I should just shut up for a while... But I do feel bad about not coming sooner."
By tasting the liquids, Aubreen is able to determine their properties. These are a potion of vitality and a potion of radiant resistance.
Sirius tucks himself into his bedroll and quickly falls asleep thinking about what had happened during the day and what would be their next move forward.
The embers dying, the wood spent, chill creeps back, into the cavern. Aubreen groans from sleeping on cold stone. (Long rest?) Gathering his supplies he uses the meager heat of the fire to melt snow and refill his skin. "We should get back to town, I see no reason to linger here any longer."
The night is long and cold, but at least you're sheltered from the blowing snow outside and the burrow provides a little bit of insulation against the worst of the chill. During the night, the people on watch spot some of the small animals that you have seen previously creep back into the cave, moving as far out of the fires reach as possible. They eye you warily, but don't show any aggression.
There is no sign of Sahnar. The living shrub is still around, moving through the burrow and seemingly at ease with the animals.
Long Rest complete and Level up
DM Note: The level 4 milestone tied to helping more towns, just so you have something to orient yourselves on.
Aubreen collects his pack, standing by the shattered entrance waiting for the others. "We should head back to town, Gods know I am tired of this cursed wood. Check in with Nimsy, even if the bounty is worth nothing, she needs to know,"
During the trek through the woods, "Should we head back to Bryn? Keeping Yorgrunn waiting too long may not be so wise". He retrieves the crystal vial with the viscous fluid and golden hue, "Sirius? Do you think you could put this to use" Holding the potion of radiant resistance towards him. "I think I will hold onto the other for now"
Sirius collects all his stuff back into his pack and stomps out the fire. "Yes let's go back to Nimsy and continue onwards to Bryn. Fingers crossed we'll get enough gold so I can buy one of those Axebeaks." Sirius gracefully accepts the potion from Aubreen and hangs it on his belt. "We should ask Nimsy about that woman in the sarcophagus. Maybe someone from around here went missing some months ago or something of the like."
"What is the plan after Bryn? It seems we have exhausted all the loose threads connected to the eternal winter and the suspicious figures liked to it. Shall we engage in mercenary work clearing out that kobold infested mine? This business with Auril and the eternal winter is definitely imperative, maybe we'll collect more clues for that from some more mercenary work." Sirius looks into the distance pensively. "Perhaps a fact finding mission to some kind of a library could help, though I admit I have some other, personal, reasons a visit to a library is needed."
Perrin awakes feeling a bit sore from sleeping on the cold stone of the cave, though he quickly hops out of his sleeping bag to help clean up camp. He'd rather be doing something while freezing instead of doing nothing in his sleeping bag while freezing.
When the others seem ready to leave, Perrin hops over to the moose's corpse and inspects it for a moment. Then, he manages to break off its antlers with some effort and more than a little silent cursing. Panting slightly, he holds up the antlers triumphantly and then moves to follow the rest of the group. He remembered that Nimsy mentioned something about a reward for taking care of the moose, so he figured that bringing back some proof that showed that the moose was truly taken care of. Besides, maybe they could sell the antlers for a few extra gold.
Trudging along behind the others while carrying massive antlers that dwarfed him, Perrin repeats, "Kobolds," and nods in agreement. Maybe they could learn something about Auril from the kobolds. While he doubted it, the kobolds could be in league with Auril or something. Sounded like something kobolds would do.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
10th of Nightal, 1489 DR
While you're packing up and as Perrin struggles with the mooses horns, the small animals stay pressed in their section of the burrow. The little shrub waves you goodbye as you leave.
Your small group makes the arduos journey back to Lonelywood. Though it has snowed heavily once more, it was not enough to completely obliterate the path you carved here yesterday, so you manage to retrace your own steps without incident.
Within two hours, you are back in Lonelywood. The noises of the nearby saw mill echo through the trees and the air smells of fish.
Perrin gets more than a few looks, carrying the two antlers and barely keeping his balance. The small form of speaker Nimsy Huddle appears in the doorway to her house, covered in a couple of thick shawls. "By Lathanders light, come in you four. You look like you've got some stories to tell."
Inside the halflings home, warm tea and cookies await.
Aubreen strides into the small home, throwing another log on the fire he retires his outercoat to a hook near the hearth. Helping himself to soothing hot tea he breathes in the vapors, then looks to the kitchen. Where did that druid get the smoked bird meat, sure could go for more of that. Pulling a pot he tosses it on the fire with a hunk of near rancid fat, not sure from what. Crumbled hardtack and a chunk of bannock, letting it fry before a splash of water. Taking the pot with him he sits, you would think he lived here.
Between mouthfuls he fills in his part of the adventure, "It didnt start as a hunt, we were just curious about the tomb...", catching the looks of the others with a spoon half to his mouth, "oh, ah, did you want some, I can make more...that cold just sucks the life out of you", he says as explanation for his hellfire stew.
"Lady Nimsy, is there anything else we can do for the people of Lonelywood, with this endless winter they seem to suffer so?"
Nimsy has made herself comfortable on an old rocking chair that seems perfectly sized for her. It does occur to you that she owns a lot of furniture that can accomodate human sized people, probably due to her position as town speaker. She smiles good-naturedly as Aubreen prepares something for himself.
Zenos has clearly been mulling something over, having been quiet. But he has enough presence of mind to let Nimsy know: "You won't need to fear the white moose anymore.", pointing to the antlers that Perrin has dragged into Lonelywood. "It and it's wicked druid friend are dead."
Nimsy claps her hands once, in a gesture of susprise and elation. "So you did it!" looking to Aubreen "And you found to tomb to boot. So it is still standing after all these years?"
She heads over to a cupboard to retrieve something, unlocking it with a key. You hear the clinking of coins. The halfling returns with four equally sized bags of clinking currency. "Lonelywood will be fine with the moose gone, as fine as we can be in this winter. Our sacrifice is food each month and the lake hasn't yet frozen over here. The other towns won't thank us for this luck. It won't last forever. But it will sustain us for now."
You each recieve a pouch with 25 gp within.
Upon recieving his reward, Zenos breathes out a sigh of relief and gets up. "This is what I need to take my chances and get back through the spine of the world. A friend is waiting for me in Neverwinter and I can delay no longer. If has been an honor traveling with you." The bard bows and throws on his heavy winter coat, heading out.
Before the door can close, another figure steps out of the snow just in time to keep it open.
Zenos' player will be leaving the game. In his stead, please welcome Yalexis_09 with Marlede.
Stepping in through the door, you all see a 5'7" tall figure wearing a heavy winter coat that seems to blend with the surrounding snowscape. As they remove their hood, you see her long dark brown hair cascading in a neat ponytail down her back. Her ears give away her half elf heritage. Her skin, a warm hazel hue, carries the faintest hint of winter's kiss. A quiver of arrows rests comfortably on her back, accompanied by a sleek bow slung across her shoulder. At her hip, two finely crafted shortswords hang in their sheaths, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.
As she places her belongings at the entrance, where they won't be in the way, she'll glance and mutter to herself "Who could that have been?"
When she notices everyone else inside the home, she takes a moment of pause before asking "I'm not in the wrong house, am I? I'm looking for townspeaker Nimsy Huddle to talk about the white moose problem."
Inside her head, she thinks [Maybe I shouldn't just tell strangers my business.]
OoC: What does everyone look like?
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Aubreen turns toward the door as the stranger enters, his thick braided red hair swishing with the movement, revealing softly pointed ears. He shifts in his chair, casting steel grey eyes to look the woman from tip to tail, "Unfortunately you are bit late my friend," he says in a gruff scratchy voice damaged years before in a fire he prefers not to reminisce about. "We came across it while searching an ancient Elven tomb, apparently it was created by a Frost druid, a follower of Auril."
"If it is coin to add weight to your purse you are after, we could use a steady hand, you look like you know your way around that bow, and perhaps the wilds if I am not mistaken". Aubreen shifts again, trying to get comfortable then decides another log on the fire is warranted, the heat in the small house already rising from the last. The ears speak of an Elven heritage that is not borne true from the rest of his imposing physique, large and broad of shoulder with a long sword at his hip. "we were discussing our next moves, it may be a futile effort but I intend to end the atrocious practice of sacrifice, however in the short term there is a gem mine just south of here we already agreed to clear of the Kobolds infesting it". Aubreen gestures to an open seat, "Please join us if you are interested"
Marlede clicks her tongue in response to being a 'bit late' and looks annoyed. But her expression shifts to one of understanding very quickly. "Well, guess it can't be helped. I did have to make my way from Bryn Shander all the way here first. I'm just glad someone else had the courage to deal with the beast AND a follower of the Frostmaiden. Pretty impressive, if you're telling the truth."
She makes her way towards Aubreen and extends a hand to shake it. Whether it is reciprocated or not, she will simply sit down and keep talking.
"Sure, the coin would have been nice, but I just had a feeling I should make my way here as soon as possible. As for ending the sacrifices, I completely agree with you." Her expression shifts to one of concern, and she doesn't make eye contact. "I need to find a way to make it end soon, no matter the cost. It's just not right..."
She shifts her gaze at Aubreen and then the rest like an idea just popped into her head. "Goodness! I completely forgot to introduce myself! My name is Marlede Oakhurst. It's a pleasure to meet all of you."
As she calms down, she will say "I did hear some rumors about the Kobolds in Termalaine as I made my way here. And I'll be happy to have some backup for once. Count me in."
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Sirius, a 6ft tall, handsome and young human man with piercing blue eyes and silvery hair, stands up and goes to greet the newcomer in a regal voice. "Sirius of the house of Barwin, pleasure to meet you." He sits back down. "Oh, and I'm afraid he's telling the truth." Sirius points to the moose antlers Perrin is holding. The motion reveals glistening chain mail with a golden crest under his overcoat. "I must warn you that we were planning on swinging by Bryn Shander before dealing with the kobolds. We have a payment to collect there."
Leaning against Sirius' shoulder is a finely crafted spear and a shield is strapped on his back. A strange crystal necklace hangs on his neck. "You certainly look like you would make a fine addition to the party. Ending the sacrifices is certainly going to take all available hands." Sirius shifts and his expression turns serious. With a challenging glint in his eyes, he continues. "Ending this cursed eternal winter will be even more difficult."
When you stand up to greet her, you notice a brooch made from a small insect encased in amber at the base of her ponytail. She definitely notices all the glistening and expensive items on him, but doesn't stare at them. It was more of a momentary glance, and then immediately goes back to paying attention to him as he speaks.
Marlede greets Sirius politely, and immediately clicks her tongue again as she sees the antlers he was pointing at.
"Dammit! That would have made an amazing trophy to hang on the workshop! Wait... what happened to the body? I, personally, would have taken the whole head. But still, I'm impressed."
As you mention the plan to travel all the way back to Bryn Shander she looks defeated.
"Yaay... we're going baack... to Bryn shandeer..."
As you compliment her, she cheers up a bit.
"I will do my best, as always. And if you're all aligned with my goals, as you claim to be, it would be an affront to everything I hold dear not to support you."
OoC: I'm always so scared to act arrogantly with a dnd character when the dice gods can humble me at any moment XD
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When Sirius gestures to the horns he was holding, Perrin shakes them excitedly towards the newcomer to emphasis his words. With Zenos leaving, Perrin wasn't going to complain about someone wanting to help them out. Besides, this new lady looked pretty capable.
Perrin says in a perfect imitation of Sirius, "Perrin," as he gestures towards himself. Marlede recognizes Perrin as a kenku, a race of flightless birdfolk with no voice of their own. You can barely see any of his glossy black feathers peaking out from his bundles of thick winter clothing, though his matte black beak protrudes out from underneath his cowl. Standing at barely 5 feet tall, the antlers he holds almost dwarf him.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
"My! I've never met a Kenku before!"
She says this excitedly after witnessing his perfect mimicry of Sirius.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Perrin. Hey... Can you mimic what the moose or the druid sounded like? That would be amazing!"
And she remains silent for a moment while she waits for a response, and suddenly gets another look of realization.
"Now that I think about it... What did the moose or the druid even want? I'm curious, since I couldn't get here in time to meet you all. Please, tell me all about it."
She says this looking at all three of you.
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Aubreen scratches at his skull, where the braid tugs too tightly. That and the uncomfortable brees may account for half his gruff personality. "Well, not exactly sure. As I said we stumbled upon the druid and moose more than anything else. It seems the Druid is not working alone, but how tightly knit they are is not known. What their goal is, or how they are attempting to achieve it, has not been determined. They, or their God, Auril is behind this eternal winter." Rising to clean the dishes he used, he lets the silence hang, hoping his companions might fill the space with their own understanding.
"Oh, well the Moose was a tool of the Druid, used to terrify the villagers, there may be others like it, beasts I mean. Have you heard any rumblings?" Aubreen looks the woman up and down, noting her attire. "Or seen anything unusual in the beasts of the realm?"
"We still have some day left ahead of us, even if the sun disappears almost as soon as it appears. We should head on to Bryn, before the night completely takes us." As a thought occurs he turns to Nimsy, retrieving the gem* from his doublet. "Lady Nimsy, do you know anywhere or anybody who would be interested in purchasing this?"
*flawless agate gemstone. Judging by its size and quality, the gemstone must surely be worth a fortune.
Marlede listens carefully to everything you say.
"So the creature and the Druid are pieces of a sinister puzzle. Their actions were in favor of Auril, but the how or why is uncertain. At least you were able to stop them and now know to look for more of these abnormal creatures and evil Druids."
When asked about having heard of odd creatures, she crosses her arms and leans back, looking straight at the ceiling. A moment later, still with her arms crossed, shifts her gaze at all of you.
"Well, I have heard some rumors on my way here aside from the mines and the kobold infestation. Specifically about Bremen having troubles with a lake monster, attacking their fishing boats. And while we're on the subject of rumors, I also heard that Easthaven is about to burn a wizard at the stake for crimes against his fellow man. I hope that they're not burning an innocent man."
She looks down as she says this. But yet another jolt of realization hits her as she looks at Nimsy, who she hadn't noticed until Aubreen spoke to her.
"I am so sorry, speaker Nimsy! I was so absorbed into the conversation with these folk that I completely forgot about you! I mean, I forgot about why I came over to meet you! Maybe I should just shut up for a while... But I do feel bad about not coming sooner."
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