The party spends the next hour resting in the throne room of Axeholm. Zephyros sits upon the throne puffing on his pipe while the rest of the group gathers around and gives the battle-hardened veteran some good-natured grief for it. Even Lyra joins in on the fun. She runs up to the throne before offering a formal curtsy, saying, "Milord Ironheart, your majesty is honorable and noble... and and... oh, I can't help it!" She runs and jumps on Zephyros' lap and continues, "I would like a pony, and some more of those delicious potions Adabra makes... and hmm, oh I know, a..." She whispers into Zephyros' ear. She glances at Meira before turning back to the warrior, and ends with a laugh and jumps down off the warrior's lap.
Zephyros,
"...a really nice handheld mirror for Meira. She's super awesome and always has nice hair, but after battle, well..." She stops to glance at Meira before turning back to you. "...It can get a little messy."
Everyone,
You have benefited from a short rest. While resting, please give me a perception check.
"You did well. I was impressed." Alisande nods courteously as Meira lowers her voice, her lips quirking into a small smile. "If mountain-shaking dragons are as amenable to your gifts of oratory as doleful undead knights, we may not require Axeholm at all."
During the respite in the party's campaign to secure the fortress, the mage sits down and pores over her spellbook, a hefty white tome bound by some peculiar shell-like material whose conch-like spiral patterns are interrupted by several golden stars.
Zephyros smiles as the others joke about him being a lord. "Heh... no way. I'm a grunt. Always was... always will be."He says in response. Though the last word is muffled by the "Oof." he lets out as Lyra jumps into his lap. He laughs with her as she whispers in her ear, giving a smile to Meira as well. 'It's nice laughing again.' the warrior thinks after the recent events had been so sad.
As Zephyros begins to feel better, he looks around the throne and the rest of the room for anything of value. Once the search is complete. The bearded warrior wearing a red cloak begins opening the doors around the throne room to get his bearings in the fortress and help determine their next direction.
Meirasmiles at Alisande'spraise. "Thank you. I only wish that were the case. I'm afraid that the times we've had a chance for face-to-face discussion with the dragons we were not afforded much opportunity for oration."She does catch sight of Lyrajoining Zephyrosat the throne then jumping on his lap. She laughs softly at the antics. Although. when the halfling starts to whisper and looks in her direction, Meira does look a bit disconcerted as she wonders what it was about.
As everyone takes time to rest, she pulls her dulcimer from her back and finds a place to sit, back up against a wall. Quietly she plucks the strings of her instrument, humming to herself now and then. Other times singing a few lines softly to herself. It's unclear what she is doing, more starting and stopping than actually singing. Anyone coming close to her might catch a hint of the song Vyldara had sung. Though it's not the same. Finally, she starts to strum her dulcimer more firmly, the music now quite clear. And then she begins to sing in a clear voice. The song seems to borrow from the sad melody from before, but the tone is changed to a bit more upbeat. And those listen carefully might catch how the words are borrowed from that but cast anew:
'Remember old Lord Kithrin, And Vyldara, elf maiden fair. In Axeholm their love did begin, Though sorrow enveloped the pair.
Wakened now the dwarven dead, Their grief unchained, they now will fade. We who now enter where they bled, Find safe harbor in halls they made.
Stone and star, the lovers' hearts, Chains now unbound and each departs. Ash and ember, heart and flame, They now move past what they became.
O silver moon, remember her, In mountain's heart, beneath the sea. Let no soul lost to sorrow's keep Lie alone in endless sleep.
And though he broke his honored vow, May his redemption be earned now. And fires blaze as stone halls fill, For life endures - it always will.'
Everyone,
The party spends the next hour resting in the throne room of Axeholm. Zephyros sits upon the throne puffing on his pipe while the rest of the group gathers around and gives the battle-hardened veteran some good-natured grief for it. Even Lyra joins in on the fun. She runs up to the throne before offering a formal curtsy, saying, "Milord Ironheart, your majesty is honorable and noble... and and... oh, I can't help it!" She runs and jumps on Zephyros' lap and continues, "I would like a pony, and some more of those delicious potions Adabra makes... and hmm, oh I know, a..." She whispers into Zephyros' ear. She glances at Meira before turning back to the warrior, and ends with a laugh and jumps down off the warrior's lap.
Zephyros,
"...a really nice handheld mirror for Meira. She's super awesome and always has nice hair, but after battle, well..." She stops to glance at Meira before turning back to you. "...It can get a little messy."
Everyone,
You have benefited from a short rest. While resting, please give me a perception check.
What would you like to do now?
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights. DM for Dragons of Icespire Peak Pbp
"You did well. I was impressed." Alisande nods courteously as Meira lowers her voice, her lips quirking into a small smile. "If mountain-shaking dragons are as amenable to your gifts of oratory as doleful undead knights, we may not require Axeholm at all."
During the respite in the party's campaign to secure the fortress, the mage sits down and pores over her spellbook, a hefty white tome bound by some peculiar shell-like material whose conch-like spiral patterns are interrupted by several golden stars.
Perception: 20
ACTION: Arcane Recovery. Restoring one level 2 spell slot.
ACTION: Ritual cast Detect Magic.
Zephyros smiles as the others joke about him being a lord. "Heh... no way. I'm a grunt. Always was... always will be." He says in response. Though the last word is muffled by the "Oof." he lets out as Lyra jumps into his lap. He laughs with her as she whispers in her ear, giving a smile to Meira as well. 'It's nice laughing again.' the warrior thinks after the recent events had been so sad.
As Zephyros begins to feel better, he looks around the throne and the rest of the room for anything of value. Once the search is complete. The bearded warrior wearing a red cloak begins opening the doors around the throne room to get his bearings in the fortress and help determine their next direction.
Perception from earlier: 19 or new roll 7 =(
Meira smiles at Alisande's praise. "Thank you. I only wish that were the case. I'm afraid that the times we've had a chance for face-to-face discussion with the dragons we were not afforded much opportunity for oration." She does catch sight of Lyra joining Zephyros at the throne then jumping on his lap. She laughs softly at the antics. Although. when the halfling starts to whisper and looks in her direction, Meira does look a bit disconcerted as she wonders what it was about.
As everyone takes time to rest, she pulls her dulcimer from her back and finds a place to sit, back up against a wall. Quietly she plucks the strings of her instrument, humming to herself now and then. Other times singing a few lines softly to herself. It's unclear what she is doing, more starting and stopping than actually singing. Anyone coming close to her might catch a hint of the song Vyldara had sung. Though it's not the same. Finally, she starts to strum her dulcimer more firmly, the music now quite clear. And then she begins to sing in a clear voice. The song seems to borrow from the sad melody from before, but the tone is changed to a bit more upbeat. And those listen carefully might catch how the words are borrowed from that but cast anew:
'Remember old Lord Kithrin,
And Vyldara, elf maiden fair.
In Axeholm their love did begin,
Though sorrow enveloped the pair.
Wakened now the dwarven dead,
Their grief unchained, they now will fade.
We who now enter where they bled,
Find safe harbor in halls they made.
Stone and star, the lovers' hearts,
Chains now unbound and each departs.
Ash and ember, heart and flame,
They now move past what they became.
O silver moon, remember her,
In mountain's heart, beneath the sea.
Let no soul lost to sorrow's keep
Lie alone in endless sleep.
And though he broke his honored vow,
May his redemption be earned now.
And fires blaze as stone halls fill,
For life endures - it always will.'
Performance for song: 16
Perception: 6
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric