Zarbyn accepts the compass from Vydar. "Thank you."
When camp is struck and we're (building a campfire?)
"I can a stand a watch, give others a chance to rest."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Iólinder quietly read the paper along with all the others. His face did not show it but with every line his interest and curiosity grew. The tale itself was not that much to his liking: your typical standard fare of power mad tyrants who believed they could permit everything and that certain fundamental truths did not apply to them. No, the part that drew Iólinder's attention was towards the end: a mortal someone, a vampire if the tale is to believed, made a pact with an ice demon. Now that was interesting, albeit for all the wrong reasons. And now this "snow witch" had reawakened? Most curious.
He frowned when it was revealed the newest person in their midst was a servant of Logaan. Logaan was a trickster god, the trickster god, and as such could not be trusted. Sure, his followers claimed that they were merely dedicated to the balance between good and evil but, as said, those wily tricksters could not be trusted. Iólinder resolved to keep an eye on this Zarbyn, lest his idea of balancing good and evil would come round to bite them in the back.
His interests in maps and the usage of them made Iólinder request that he should handle the maps. He also asked for the jar that smelled like medicinal balms. It could prove useful and free up some of his magic should they have need of it. Along the way he kept an eye on just about anyone of the group. Partially out of caution, such as the case of Zarbyn and, strangely enough, Paevira, and partially out of worry. A group or party of adventurers, much like an army, was only as strong as their individual members and no matter how strong a chain, it will always break at its weakest link. He noticed Vydar glancing in his direction a couple of times followed by shivering. Whether is was from the encroaching cold of nightfall or the dark elf's experience with the dagger was hard to say, though Iólinder erred on the side of the dagger.
After a day's journey they decided to camp out near a river Amdaeng scouted. Iólinder liked marching and would have continued but he understood that a break could do some good. He unpacked a couple of things from his backpack and choose a spot to lay down his bedroll.
'I can take watch.' He said when Zarbyn brought it up. It could give opportunity for Iólinder to get to know the man a bit. Of course there was still the conversation he had to have with Vydar but he waited at least until everyone was properly settled in the campsite.
Accidentally rolled an attack on my character sheet. Please ignore that.
During camp building Zarbyn will approach one of the elves.
"Paevira, would you like to help me gather some drywood and deadfall for the campfire?" Zarbyn wanted to ask a question and the nature of it might embarrass her if she choose to answer it in front of everyone.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Vydar ties using the large copper pot. It has three words in dwarvish on the bottom. When the first word is uttered and the pot touches, it begins warming anything inside. The second warms to a medium heat and the third quickly heats anything inside to a boil. Natalie left plenty of food to eat and you have a hearty meal, preparing for tomorrow’s journey. The water from the river is ice cold and good to drink, fresh from the snow melt. (During long rest, can rekey spells etc, and learn properties of certain magic items.)
Just after sunset, you see a horse and cart coming from Port Rentarn toward Silverton. As it gets closer, you see an older man steering the cart, and two armed guards. He waves in greeting, seeing that you are likely not bandits. “Howdy friends.” The mans says. “Names Bristle. You headed to Port?”
Amdaeng waved to the old man, " Just....", then she looked around at the others unsure if they wanted to tell their comings and goings....
She had spent most of the previous time inspecting each person in the group trying to guess their religious affiliations if any......she already knew Logann and Libra were here, and the symbol of Titan and the smaller symbols of Asrel and Telak decorated her own belt....she was especially intrigued by the Elven members....
You can read up on Logaans helpers,, Also the captain of the twice shy, and you note the colorful feathers in Storms hat (hint), Iólinder may also worship Telak, but you would need to discuss this further with him.
Iólinder seems interesting. He seems in conflict with several beliefs, and a deep thinker.
The man Lev is also quite curious. Although he seems to be of dark elf origins, his skin and general mannerisms are quite unusual. what would make folks find this Natalie Storm, a treasure hunter. Explorer, myth buster, it certainly knows and attracts some interesting people.
Lev would have been content to ignore the traveler, but seems how the rest of the group is willing to talk he just stands by to listen.
However, his face darkens at the mention of a goblin army, “We’ve seen the signs and some aftermath.” His eyes move to Amdaeng, clearly sharing her question as to whether revealing their destination is a good plan.
When the party decides to stop for the night, the dark elf sighs. He could have gone on much longer, but again now that he’s with a group he knows he’ll be forced to stop when they need to. As the party begins setting up camp, Vydar busies himself with figuring out how to use the cooking pot and uses it to start making food. He wouldn’t call himself a fantastic cook, but surprisingly he’s not a bad one either.
As the food heats, he sets up his own sleeping space before returning to the pot. He hears mention of starting a fire. While it’s warmth would be welcome in this frigid weather, he worried the smoke may alert those they hunt… However, they are still near the main road, so it shouldn’t be likely that they would immediately be tagged as pursuers. Once they secret from this path…then they may need to suffer the cold.
He looks up when Zarbyn and Iolinder discuss watch, “I guess I’ll take second watch.” He says unenthusiastically. He really wasn’t tired so he would have preferred first shift. The dark elf has a habit of staying up later than most…which partially explains the fact that he’d gotten up so much later than the others before finding Storm.
Switching the pot’s heat setting from boil to warm, (He made some kind of stew) he pulls out Storm’s hat and looks it over. He’s sure it has magical properties, ones he could easily identify with a spell. However he’s hesitant to use any more of his magical energy until he recovers what he lost from attempting to identify the dagger.
His attention is diverted again, when a cart rattles towards them. He remains silent as Amdaeng and Lev respond to the man. He approves of not telling this stranger their destination, either way he won’t talk to him unless he’s spoken to.
You hear charlie shuffle about, seemingly unsettled, his ears twitching and then they go back toward his neck.
You hear movement, then a howl in the distance. Silence. A second howl from your right. Then, a third from up the mountain. Still too dark and too far to see, you know they are predators.
During camp building Zarbyn will approach one of the elves.
"Paevira, would you like to help me gather some drywood and deadfall for the campfire?" Zarbyn wanted to ask a question and the nature of it might embarrass her if she choose to answer it in front of everyone.
Paevira would enthusiastically say, “ sure. We can get a good look about while we gather. It is always important to know what is normal around a camp so that we may know when something isnt..”
When Zarbyn and Paevira are gathering any wood they can find.
"Uh, Paevira... how well does everyone know each other? I mean how long have they known Professor Storm?"
Zarbyn offers, "I'll take 4th watch."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Iólinder merely watched the merchant pass by. He concurred with the others: revealing their destination or other details about their journey would be folly at this point. He did take notice of Vydar volunteering to take second watch. It would give Iólinder a moment to talk more privately in between the changing of the watch.
When everyone or most everyone retired to sleep Iólinder took up a spot near the campfire. He poked it from time to time with a branch to keep the embers from burning out, occasionally throwing on some fresh wood that Paevira and Zarbyn collected earlier. He hoped it would be an uneventful night but expected it not to be. And indeed, about a little halfway past his shift Iólinder heard something. A howl in the distance. Then a second howl. And a third. Those were at least three howls too many. Iólinder leaped to his feet and uttered a quick word of minor miracles. The flames of the campfire brightened in intensity. He hoped it would aid him for his eyes had not yet completely adjusted to being out at night underneath the mountains and sky.
Perception: 10 Action: Thaumaturgy second bullet point: brighten flames
Two blue eyes glow in the night, catching the glow of the moon and fire and then you see it. A large wolf. It smells the air, catching a scent, and moves closer. (70 feet away). Roll initiative
When Zarbyn and Paevira are gathering any wood they can find.
"Uh, Paevira... how well does everyone know each other? I mean how long have they known Professor Storm?"
Zarbyn offers, "I'll take 4th watch."
“ ummm, we all just met last night in Rentarn. Had a little run in with some wanna be bandits and turned out mostly everyone was supposed to meet Mrs Storm.. Vydar as far as I know has the deepest connection to her, even having looked after her donkey Charlie. They seem a bit surly and stand-offish, but i suspect they are more sweet than bitter once they let down their guard a bit. I was supposed the go on a narwhal cruise, but decided this would be more…adventurous.” She says, with a smile.
” how about yourself? “ while looking for wood, she would be looking for tracks or signs that the goblins who split off might have done the circle back trick in case they were being followed….its what she would do if she had a large force.
(Watches)
Zarbyn accepts the compass from Vydar. "Thank you."
When camp is struck and we're (building a campfire?)
"I can a stand a watch, give others a chance to rest."
Iólinder quietly read the paper along with all the others. His face did not show it but with every line his interest and curiosity grew. The tale itself was not that much to his liking: your typical standard fare of power mad tyrants who believed they could permit everything and that certain fundamental truths did not apply to them. No, the part that drew Iólinder's attention was towards the end: a mortal someone, a vampire if the tale is to believed, made a pact with an ice demon. Now that was interesting, albeit for all the wrong reasons. And now this "snow witch" had reawakened? Most curious.
He frowned when it was revealed the newest person in their midst was a servant of Logaan. Logaan was a trickster god, the trickster god, and as such could not be trusted. Sure, his followers claimed that they were merely dedicated to the balance between good and evil but, as said, those wily tricksters could not be trusted. Iólinder resolved to keep an eye on this Zarbyn, lest his idea of balancing good and evil would come round to bite them in the back.
His interests in maps and the usage of them made Iólinder request that he should handle the maps. He also asked for the jar that smelled like medicinal balms. It could prove useful and free up some of his magic should they have need of it. Along the way he kept an eye on just about anyone of the group. Partially out of caution, such as the case of Zarbyn and, strangely enough, Paevira, and partially out of worry. A group or party of adventurers, much like an army, was only as strong as their individual members and no matter how strong a chain, it will always break at its weakest link. He noticed Vydar glancing in his direction a couple of times followed by shivering. Whether is was from the encroaching cold of nightfall or the dark elf's experience with the dagger was hard to say, though Iólinder erred on the side of the dagger.
After a day's journey they decided to camp out near a river Amdaeng scouted. Iólinder liked marching and would have continued but he understood that a break could do some good. He unpacked a couple of things from his backpack and choose a spot to lay down his bedroll.
'I can take watch.' He said when Zarbyn brought it up. It could give opportunity for Iólinder to get to know the man a bit. Of course there was still the conversation he had to have with Vydar but he waited at least until everyone was properly settled in the campsite.
Accidentally rolled an attack on my character sheet. Please ignore that.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
During camp building Zarbyn will approach one of the elves.
"Paevira, would you like to help me gather some drywood and deadfall for the campfire?" Zarbyn wanted to ask a question and the nature of it might embarrass her if she choose to answer it in front of everyone.
Vydar ties using the large copper pot. It has three words in dwarvish on the bottom. When the first word is uttered and the pot touches, it begins warming anything inside. The second warms to a medium heat and the third quickly heats anything inside to a boil. Natalie left plenty of food to eat and you have a hearty meal, preparing for tomorrow’s journey. The water from the river is ice cold and good to drink, fresh from the snow melt. (During long rest, can rekey spells etc, and learn properties of certain magic items.)
Just after sunset, you see a horse and cart coming from Port Rentarn toward Silverton. As it gets closer, you see an older man steering the cart, and two armed guards. He waves in greeting, seeing that you are likely not bandits.
“Howdy friends.” The mans says. “Names Bristle. You headed to Port?”
Amdaeng waved to the old man, " Just....", then she looked around at the others unsure if they wanted to tell their comings and goings....
She had spent most of the previous time inspecting each person in the group trying to guess their religious affiliations if any......she already knew Logann and Libra were here, and the symbol of Titan and the smaller symbols of Asrel and Telak decorated her own belt....she was especially intrigued by the Elven members....
Investigation-17
Religion- 24
“‘Tis a good time a year to head east to Silverton. This here’s my second time through the pass. It’s much better than a month ago, that’s fer sure.”
he looks up the road to the east.
“Any chance you seen some goblins? Herald here says looks like an army went through bout a day agos?”
Amdaeng
You can read up on Logaans helpers,, Also the captain of the twice shy, and you note the colorful feathers in Storms hat (hint), Iólinder may also worship Telak, but you would need to discuss this further with him.
Iólinder seems interesting. He seems in conflict with several beliefs, and a deep thinker.
The man Lev is also quite curious. Although he seems to be of dark elf origins, his skin and general mannerisms are quite unusual.
what would make folks find this Natalie Storm, a treasure hunter. Explorer, myth buster, it certainly knows and attracts some interesting people.
Lev would have been content to ignore the traveler, but seems how the rest of the group is willing to talk he just stands by to listen.
However, his face darkens at the mention of a goblin army, “We’ve seen the signs and some aftermath.”
His eyes move to Amdaeng, clearly sharing her question as to whether revealing their destination is a good plan.
When the party decides to stop for the night, the dark elf sighs. He could have gone on much longer, but again now that he’s with a group he knows he’ll be forced to stop when they need to.
As the party begins setting up camp, Vydar busies himself with figuring out how to use the cooking pot and uses it to start making food. He wouldn’t call himself a fantastic cook, but surprisingly he’s not a bad one either.
As the food heats, he sets up his own sleeping space before returning to the pot. He hears mention of starting a fire. While it’s warmth would be welcome in this frigid weather, he worried the smoke may alert those they hunt… However, they are still near the main road, so it shouldn’t be likely that they would immediately be tagged as pursuers. Once they secret from this path…then they may need to suffer the cold.
He looks up when Zarbyn and Iolinder discuss watch, “I guess I’ll take second watch.” He says unenthusiastically. He really wasn’t tired so he would have preferred first shift. The dark elf has a habit of staying up later than most…which partially explains the fact that he’d gotten up so much later than the others before finding Storm.
Switching the pot’s heat setting from boil to warm, (He made some kind of stew) he pulls out Storm’s hat and looks it over. He’s sure it has magical properties, ones he could easily identify with a spell. However he’s hesitant to use any more of his magical energy until he recovers what he lost from attempting to identify the dagger.
His attention is diverted again, when a cart rattles towards them. He remains silent as Amdaeng and Lev respond to the man. He approves of not telling this stranger their destination, either way he won’t talk to him unless he’s spoken to.
The merchant bids you a good evening and continues on.
During Iolinder‘s night shift
You hear charlie shuffle about, seemingly unsettled, his ears twitching and then they go back toward his neck.
You hear movement, then a howl in the distance. Silence. A second howl from your right. Then, a third from up the mountain. Still too dark and too far to see, you know they are predators.
(Roll perception, what is your action?)
Paevira would enthusiastically say, “ sure. We can get a good look about while we gather. It is always important to know what is normal around a camp so that we may know when something isnt..”
Paevira would take 3rd watch
When Zarbyn and Paevira are gathering any wood they can find.
"Uh, Paevira... how well does everyone know each other? I mean how long have they known Professor Storm?"
Zarbyn offers, "I'll take 4th watch."
Iólinder merely watched the merchant pass by. He concurred with the others: revealing their destination or other details about their journey would be folly at this point. He did take notice of Vydar volunteering to take second watch. It would give Iólinder a moment to talk more privately in between the changing of the watch.
When everyone or most everyone retired to sleep Iólinder took up a spot near the campfire. He poked it from time to time with a branch to keep the embers from burning out, occasionally throwing on some fresh wood that Paevira and Zarbyn collected earlier. He hoped it would be an uneventful night but expected it not to be. And indeed, about a little halfway past his shift Iólinder heard something. A howl in the distance. Then a second howl. And a third. Those were at least three howls too many. Iólinder leaped to his feet and uttered a quick word of minor miracles. The flames of the campfire brightened in intensity. He hoped it would aid him for his eyes had not yet completely adjusted to being out at night underneath the mountains and sky.
Perception: 10
Action: Thaumaturgy second bullet point: brighten flames
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
As you brighten the fire
Two blue eyes glow in the night, catching the glow of the moon and fire and then you see it. A large wolf. It smells the air, catching a scent, and moves closer. (70 feet away).
Roll initiative
“ ummm, we all just met last night in Rentarn. Had a little run in with some wanna be bandits and turned out mostly everyone was supposed to meet Mrs Storm.. Vydar as far as I know has the deepest connection to her, even having looked after her donkey Charlie. They seem a bit surly and stand-offish, but i suspect they are more sweet than bitter once they let down their guard a bit. I was supposed the go on a narwhal cruise, but decided this would be more…adventurous.” She says, with a smile.
” how about yourself? “
while looking for wood, she would be looking for tracks or signs that the goblins who split off might have done the circle back trick in case they were being followed….its what she would do if she had a large force.
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