(OOC: The goblins had 20 arrows in total. Along with that, you got 9 GP, two shortbows and two scimitars.)
Freytha gathers you all up before continuing your walk. The forest is marvelous, a thing left over from an ancient time, a respite from what just happened to you. Massive trees, some thousands of feet tall, create a sort of path for you. You don't touch the ground- the trees' roots are also huge. Birds chirp in the afternoon sun, and you hear bubbles of laughter in the trees, perhaps dryads, but Freytha ushers you on. It's an extremely peaceful place- somewhere you'd expect to find elves or unicorns.
After a few hours, however, as the sun dips below the clouds, the walk begins to get more difficult and less peaceful. The primordial forest turns into a scraggly, snow-covered pine forest as you climb up a massive mountain, one in a gigantic mountain range that you can now see. The Sleeping Gods. Legend has it that gods that are no longer worshipped dwell under these mountains in a sleeping state until someone remembers them again. The mountain goes up and up as you climb past ten thousand feet, and you begin to feel short of breath. However, the cold keeps you from tiring, as if you had a knife stuck into your head. Suddenly, Freytha stops. You've arrived at an intersection, where two small paths lead further up the mountain. She looks tired and cold- she's wrapped a scarf around her head, her face is pale, and she's just looking at the plume of steam that is her breath. She motions to the left path. "Up here." Further up you go for about twenty minutes, and then she stops. There's a break in the trees as you wind around a massive rock, and you're about 10 feet from the top of a cliff. You're looking out on the moon, which sheds a light glow on the other mountains. The scene would be romantic if you weren't in your current situation-- running from the crown. "Here," she says, walking out towards the cliff, where there is a small rock barrier, and sits down, pulling some wood out of her bag that she lights. "We'll keep going tomorrow."
Matthyse was short of breath the entire time. He'll fall asleep almost immediately after they find shelter and Kuuraht offers to keep watch. He wanted to be more cautious, but he's injured and exhausted. Maybe tomorrow this Freytha will start to talk about what's going on...
OoC: If marching order is an issue in the future, Matthyse would be in the front unless someone objected.
As you look down the path, you see that on outcrops of stone jutting out from the rock above you, from the trees near you, from any perch near you, birds stand- thousands in all.
Behind you, Freytha coughs. "The birds will protect us. Don't worry about guards."
Matthyse was short of breath the entire time. He'll fall asleep almost immediately after they find shelter and Kuuraht offers to keep watch. He wanted to be more cautious, but he's injured and exhausted. Maybe tomorrow this Freytha will start to talk about what's going on...
OoC: If marching order is an issue in the future, Matthyse would be in the front unless someone objected.
You sleep until the sun pokes over the mountains, waking you with its light. Freytha's immediately up as the birds disperse. "Come. We must move quickly. Something is tracking us."
She starts to sprint up the path (not much of a sprint with her pack and the uphill, but still...).
(OOC: Alright, we have Kuuraht and Saferetan in the middle, and Matthyse up front, behind Freytha. Calanin?)
Bounding up the mountain, Kuuraht just barely keeps up with Freytha, although after a while it becomes easier - you've reached the top, and it flattens out a bit. You're in a massive pine forest, covered in snow. A roar sounds from far down the mountain, so loud that you can hear it. Freytha gulps and brushes snow off of the ground and starts climbing up one of the hundred-foot tall trees. "Come quickly!" she shouts. Another roar.
(OOC: Can I have an Athletics roll for everyone going up the mountain (I already got one for Kuuraht) and a Constitution check from everyone?)
Matthyse struggles to get up the mountain, and has lost sight of the others by the time he reaches the summit. However, you can hear Freytha’s voice in front of you, and you don’t feel short of breath anymore.
However, as Freytha disappears from sight among the branches of the tree, still shouting at you to come, you feel an extreme shortness of breath, one that almost stops you from moving. But the only movement you make is a fall to the ground. “Ugh,” Freytha says, climbing back down to pick you up and carry you up the tree. “Does every visitor have to get sick?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
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Calanin also faces difficulties getting up. By the time you've made it to the top, an alpine forest, you see a massive thing following you, miles down the trail. Suddenly, Freytha runs out of the forest and grabs you, running for a while and then climbing up a tree, stopping at a branch where Matthyse, Kuuraht, and Saferetan are waiting.
[Matthyse]: (OOC: Yes, Matthyse can't really do much except talk in short, gasped sentences.)
Freytha finally reaches a huge branch intersection and stops. "Mountain sickness," she tells you. "Less...air...up...here." You see that Kuuraht, already up here, has also been stricken by shortness of breath.
[Everyone]: You all stare in wonder as a two-dimensional golden circle, color swirling inside, opens up in the tree. Freytha walks up to it, dragging all four of you into the portal.
[Everyone]: You all stare in wonder as a two-dimensional golden circle, color swirling inside, opens up in the tree. Freytha walks up to it, dragging all four of you into the portal.
Matthyse is awestruck by all the sceneries so far. But whatever that massive thing was, he definitely didn't want to face it.
(OOC: The goblins had 20 arrows in total. Along with that, you got 9 GP, two shortbows and two scimitars.)
Freytha gathers you all up before continuing your walk. The forest is marvelous, a thing left over from an ancient time, a respite from what just happened to you. Massive trees, some thousands of feet tall, create a sort of path for you. You don't touch the ground- the trees' roots are also huge. Birds chirp in the afternoon sun, and you hear bubbles of laughter in the trees, perhaps dryads, but Freytha ushers you on. It's an extremely peaceful place- somewhere you'd expect to find elves or unicorns.
After a few hours, however, as the sun dips below the clouds, the walk begins to get more difficult and less peaceful. The primordial forest turns into a scraggly, snow-covered pine forest as you climb up a massive mountain, one in a gigantic mountain range that you can now see. The Sleeping Gods. Legend has it that gods that are no longer worshipped dwell under these mountains in a sleeping state until someone remembers them again. The mountain goes up and up as you climb past ten thousand feet, and you begin to feel short of breath. However, the cold keeps you from tiring, as if you had a knife stuck into your head. Suddenly, Freytha stops. You've arrived at an intersection, where two small paths lead further up the mountain. She looks tired and cold- she's wrapped a scarf around her head, her face is pale, and she's just looking at the plume of steam that is her breath. She motions to the left path. "Up here." Further up you go for about twenty minutes, and then she stops. There's a break in the trees as you wind around a massive rock, and you're about 10 feet from the top of a cliff. You're looking out on the moon, which sheds a light glow on the other mountains. The scene would be romantic if you weren't in your current situation-- running from the crown. "Here," she says, walking out towards the cliff, where there is a small rock barrier, and sits down, pulling some wood out of her bag that she lights. "We'll keep going tomorrow."
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Being the last to arrive, I raise my hand.
"I will take first watch."
With that, I turn and begin moving to the edge of the clearing, intent on ensuring nothing has followed us on the path we came from.
I think for a while, I just shrug and follow them, "Hey, I'll help too...something is urging me"
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Matthyse was short of breath the entire time. He'll fall asleep almost immediately after they find shelter and Kuuraht offers to keep watch. He wanted to be more cautious, but he's injured and exhausted. Maybe tomorrow this Freytha will start to talk about what's going on...
OoC: If marching order is an issue in the future, Matthyse would be in the front unless someone objected.
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As you look down the path, you see that on outcrops of stone jutting out from the rock above you, from the trees near you, from any perch near you, birds stand- thousands in all.
Behind you, Freytha coughs. "The birds will protect us. Don't worry about guards."
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(OOC: Yeah, marching order might come up soon...)
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OoC: I will be in the middle, if possible.
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(OOC: Alright, this'll count as a long rest.)
You sleep until the sun pokes over the mountains, waking you with its light. Freytha's immediately up as the birds disperse. "Come. We must move quickly. Something is tracking us."
She starts to sprint up the path (not much of a sprint with her pack and the uphill, but still...).
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OoC: Then Kuuraht will stay in the middle. Right now, he's a glass cannon, so the front line is not for him.
I'm already packed, having never unpacked. If it's time to go, it's time to go.
[Relevant Athletics roll: 14]
(OOC: Alright, we have Kuuraht and Saferetan in the middle, and Matthyse up front, behind Freytha. Calanin?)
Bounding up the mountain, Kuuraht just barely keeps up with Freytha, although after a while it becomes easier - you've reached the top, and it flattens out a bit. You're in a massive pine forest, covered in snow. A roar sounds from far down the mountain, so loud that you can hear it. Freytha gulps and brushes snow off of the ground and starts climbing up one of the hundred-foot tall trees. "Come quickly!" she shouts. Another roar.
(OOC: Can I have an Athletics roll for everyone going up the mountain (I already got one for Kuuraht) and a Constitution check from everyone?)
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5 athletics and 21 Constitution check
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Matthyse struggles to get up the mountain, and has lost sight of the others by the time he reaches the summit. However, you can hear Freytha’s voice in front of you, and you don’t feel short of breath anymore.
However, as Freytha disappears from sight among the branches of the tree, still shouting at you to come, you feel an extreme shortness of breath, one that almost stops you from moving. But the only movement you make is a fall to the ground. “Ugh,” Freytha says, climbing back down to pick you up and carry you up the tree. “Does every visitor have to get sick?”
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"Thanks... you're... strong..." He manages to utter those words at Freytha as he tries to regulate his breathing but is unable to move on his own.
"What's... happening... to me?"
OoC: I'm assuming he can't do anything while he's struck by whatever ailment this is. Otherwise Matthÿse would have tried to fly to the top already.
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Calanin follows them up.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
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17 athletics
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
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My voice fails me, I feel only gasps -- short and painful breaths.
I fall to my knees, unable to get a word in. I try to climb, but cannot.
"What... is...?"
[Calanin]:
Calanin also faces difficulties getting up. By the time you've made it to the top, an alpine forest, you see a massive thing following you, miles down the trail. Suddenly, Freytha runs out of the forest and grabs you, running for a while and then climbing up a tree, stopping at a branch where Matthyse, Kuuraht, and Saferetan are waiting.
[Matthyse]: (OOC: Yes, Matthyse can't really do much except talk in short, gasped sentences.)
Freytha finally reaches a huge branch intersection and stops. "Mountain sickness," she tells you. "Less...air...up...here." You see that Kuuraht, already up here, has also been stricken by shortness of breath.
[Everyone]: You all stare in wonder as a two-dimensional golden circle, color swirling inside, opens up in the tree. Freytha walks up to it, dragging all four of you into the portal.
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Matthyse is awestruck by all the sceneries so far. But whatever that massive thing was, he definitely didn't want to face it.
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Indescribable colors and shapes shoot past you as you zoom through this thing. Suddenly, you’re deposited on a branch. A massive one.
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