Your trident bites into the sleeping Orc's back, perfectly placed to provide a quick and painless death. As you pull your trident back out, exhaustion sets in. You now have one level of exhaustion.
Everyone,
The sunrise begins to paint the sky brilliant shades of red and orange, though the group is still covered by the shadow of the looming mountain to the East. Seconds after Zephyrosdispatches the sleeping Orc, you hear a voice from the ridgeline to the West call out. The gravelly deep voice yells, "Surrender now and we may let you live! We are taking this temple as our new home."
The ridge is about 80 feet high and difficult to climb, but not impossible.
Just before the voice calls out, Meira is speaking softly to Lyra. "You ok?" She then sighs. "Guess we don't have time," she says a bit louder, glancing up to the ridge.
She backs up a bit to the area nearer the temple entrance. "Wake up!" she says loudly in Dwarvish. She adds a brief push to Dazlyn's shoulder. "Trouble's coming!"
Eldrin remains still. His expression is composed and thoughtful. He draws a slow breath, hands loosely clasped behind his back as he steps forward beside Zephyros.
“They hold the high ground,”he says calmly, eyes narrowed in assessment.
He glances toward the rest of the group, ensuring no one is injured, then continues, voice even and analytical.
“They believe this elevation grants them an advantage, tactically, it does. But shouting terms from such an advantage suggests something else. Either they’re fewer in number, or they hope fear will do what force cannot.”
He looks back up the ridge, the breeze catching strands of his silver-white hair.
“If we’re to engage them, we’ll need a plan to close that distance, or force them to descend to us.”
Then, after a quiet pause, he adds, “Or, of course, we could yield the temple and allow them to claim it. Let them uncover for themselves the hazards that dwell within."
Zephyros nods at Eldrin as he approaches. The armored warrior's shoulders slump ever so slightly as the exhaustion begins to take its toll. He holds his trident at the ready while addressing the elven mage, "I could climb the ridge and finish this foe off, but you might be right. Giving them the temple could prove to be their doom as well." Zephyros ponders this a moment, "I doubt the dwarves would be so quick to agree."
Zephyros yells up to the Orcs on the ridge, "Come down and let's discuss your terms."
Turning to the wizard he says, "Let's at least take Meira's advice and find some cover." He slowly begins to retreat towards the wall in front of the temple. Though he knows this isn't retreating, he feels disdain as he backs away from this adversary. "Unless you have a way to magic me up there, then I can ensure these Orcs don't attack anyone ever again. As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think I have the energy to make that climb."
Lyraturns to Meira and is about to respond, when the gravelly voice from the ridge cuts through the air. "What now?" she mutters under her breath. Really? Just as they'd finished a fight? Gods above, the halfling can't wait to be done with this place once and for all. She flashes Meiraa grateful look for checking on her, then quickly follows her and Zephyrostoward the cover near the temple wall.
As she moves, she catches Eldrin's assessment, and finds herself agreeing. If the orcs had the upper hand, would they really be shouting terms instead of charging down? Listening to Zephyrosattempt to coax them to approach, Lyra raises her voice and tries to sound as fearful as possible. "Oh, gods, please, no more fighting! We're in no shape for this!"she cries, hoping the lie will help draw the enemies down where they'll be on more even footing. (Deception: 21)
The dwarves begin to stir as you tell them to wake up in their native tongue. Norbus asks in Dwarvish, "Is it morning already?" Dazlyn responds, "Just five more minutes, mommy." Then rolls back over to try and go back to sleep. As the dwarves hear you speak of trouble, they grudgingly get up from their bedrolls. Norbus asks in common, "Where's the trouble lass?" They look to the ridge where everyone else is looking and recognize the danger. Norbus snarls, "Filthy Orc trash! What are you waiting for? Go kill them!"
Zephyros,
An Orc on the ridge above peeks his head out to get a look at you and yells down at you in response, "Hows about I fill you with arrows instead! Last chance, leave this place while you still can."
Lyra,
After your deception, the Orcs begin to talk to each other. One of them responds with a laugh, "Ha, if you're that weak, perhaps we will kill you after all! Your deaths will bring us great honor." They both stand up and fire their bows at the group. You get the sense they both fully believe your lie.
Everyone,
You see two Orcs stand up and fire arrows at the group, but both arrows harmlessly shatter on the wall in front of the temple. Please give me a perception check. You can also roll for an attack if you'd like.
Keeping her voice low, Meira quickly replies to the two dwarves, still speaking in their native tongue. "We already killed the handful that came into the ruins." She points through the opening in the wall to where some of the bodies lie. "Let's see if these are stragglers or a bigger group before we charge in."
Zephyros looks out at the Orcs as they fire their arrows (Perception 10). He hears Meira speaking dwarvish and nods in recognition.
Seeing an opportunity to take another Orc out, the armored man lays down his trident and pulls his crossbow from his back. Carefully aiming at one, he fires a shot.
You are confident these two Orcs are the alone. Additionally, you see both of them bleeding badly from fresh wounds.
Zephyros,
Your arrow finds its target. The arrow impales the Orc in the stomach, causing him to double over and fall from the cliff 80 feet down with a splat.
Everyone,
You see the remaining Orc on the ridge watch as the Orc next to him dies. He fires one more arrow at the group, but the arrow again hits harmlessly against the wall in front of you. Yarina is donning her armor as this transpires. Unless someone stops the Orc, he will turn and run from the fight.
Gareth winces as Zephyros finishes off the sleeping orc. He understands why the man finished him off, but he's not sure he could have done the same. The ranger is used to hunting beasts and monsters, not people. From Lyra's sudden quietness, Gareth thinks this coup de grace disturbed her as well. Before they can even begin to move on from this latest attack though, the orcs on the ridge return.
Gareth sighs and releases an arrow at the remaining orc, hoping that it will finish this business once and for all.
With the dwarves roused, Meiraknocks an arrow to her bowstring and moves back towards the gap in the wall to get a shot at the remaining orc. (Shortbow Attack: 19, Damage: 8 piercing)
"I'm pretty sure those orcs were bluffing. They're alone and look pretty wounded."
You both fire arrows at the last remaining Orc. They hit him in the torso one after the other. He topples over backwards. You're pretty sure he's dead this time.
Everyone,
The valley goes quiet except for a slight whistle from a breeze flowing through the ridge. The stillness of the scene is interupted several seconds later by the dwarves who begin to bicker of whether or not they would have survived without the help of you adventurers. Norbus believes they could have handled it all themselves, while Dazlyn knows better and gives credit where credit is due.
Dazlyn: "Thank you so much for your help! We owe you our lives. If there is anything we can do to repay this debt we shall do so."
Norbus: "Aww Daz, you exaggerate! Those Orcs never stood a chance against my trusty pickaxe!"
With the Orc threat over and the temple (mostly) cleared of danger, and the dwarves have been warned of the dragon. What would you like to do now?
Meira gives Gareth a nod. "Good shot," she says as she is stashing away her bow. She turns back to where the dwarves are arguing and listens a moment, before jumping in. (This time in Common.) "I think we will be on our way now. We've at least warned you of the dragon. And perhaps we've reduced the orc danger, but I can't help but think there must be more about. If you stay, I hope you will be safe."
She then moves back to where she had rested, picking up her dulcimer to sling it over her back. She checks her pack and makes sure she has all her equipment as she readies herself to go.
Eldrin watches as Gareth lowers his bow, Lyra’s silence speaking volumes, and the dwarves begin their customary bickering.
After a moment, Eldrin speaks, his tone calm and academic, but not unkind.
“There’s a peculiar weight to silence after bloodshed.”His gaze lingers briefly on the corpse of the sleeping orc before lifting to the light creeping over the ridge. “It is not only the dead who feel it.”
Dazlyn responds to you, "Aye, thanks again lass for not just warning us of the dragon danger, but also for helping us in more ways than one. You all have more than earned your share."
Eldrin,
Norbus glances at you as you survey the battlefield. Particularly as your gaze lingers on one of the dead Orcs. "The dead don't feel nothin no more. We'll all be better off to be rid of every last one of them buggers."
Yarina walks up to Zephyros after donning her armor and securing her greatsword to her back. Her gaze icy cold and lingers long enough to make the silence between them uncomfortable. "Sir, we do not kill defenseless enemies in cold blood. What you provided was not justice. It was..." Her gaze shifts to Norbus without losing any of its chill and before she finishes her sentence. "That may be dwarf. I imagine there are some who would say the same about you, sir." The last word spit out like venom. She then walks over to Lyra and puts a clawed hand on the halflings shoulder. "Are you okay dear?"
Norbus goes silent after being chastized but his look changes back into a scowl.
Lyrawatches as the situation plays out. She knows she could lift a finger and call on her goddess' divine power to help bring down those two orcs. She knows it would be right, since they're only defending themselves ... but finds she lacks the strength to do it. So the cleric watches, silent and still, as the others bring the orcs down. It feels like a slow motion a play unfolding with her as a distant spectator.
When the fight is over, Lyra releases a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and then looks up as Yarina lays a clawed hand gently on her shoulder. "I... yeah. I just need a minute." The halfling pauses, and then softly adds, "It's just that I'm not used to this level of fighting. I really thought we were done when we came out of the temple. And then the orcs decided to pay a visit..."
Lyra shakes her head and glances toward Zephyros. The fighter hasn't said a word about what transpired—but she feels she understands why he did it. And yet, despite that understanding, the memory of it sits heavy in her chest. She's always been taught to preserve life whenever possible, and witnessing what "real life" sometimes demands of people is a hard lesson.
She turns back to Yarina and manages a small smile."I'll be fine." A small nod follows, as if she's reassuring herself. Then, with a bit more energy, she continues "Shall we head back to Phandalin? I’d really like to spend some time at the shrine. And eat Toblin’s bacon and eggs! Oh! Do you think Ms. Adabra will be there?"
Then Lyra waves at Norbus and Dazlyn. "Goodbye! Take care of yourselves! And don't bicker too much, okay?" She pauses forr a beat. "Or... actually, never mind. Keep doing it. It's kind of funny to watch." She lets out a soft laugh, and then looks back to her companions, her expression more settled now. She's ready to go.
As Yarina chastises both Zephyros and Norbus, Gareth shifts on his feet uncomfortably. He is noticeably relieved when Lyra changes the subject to Phandalin and talk of Toblin's home cooking.
"I'm ready to get the hells out of here," he agrees. "No offense," he adds as an afterthought to the two dwarves, quirking a small smile at them. "Try not to get eaten, all right?"
As they get ready to head out, the ranger stops for a moment by Lyra. In a low voice so that only she can hear, he says, "I'm not used to it either, fighting people I mean. You're not the only one. I hope we don't have to fight any more of those orcs."
Zephyros,
Your trident bites into the sleeping Orc's back, perfectly placed to provide a quick and painless death. As you pull your trident back out, exhaustion sets in. You now have one level of exhaustion.
Everyone,
The sunrise begins to paint the sky brilliant shades of red and orange, though the group is still covered by the shadow of the looming mountain to the East. Seconds after Zephyros dispatches the sleeping Orc, you hear a voice from the ridgeline to the West call out. The gravelly deep voice yells, "Surrender now and we may let you live! We are taking this temple as our new home."
The ridge is about 80 feet high and difficult to climb, but not impossible.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Just before the voice calls out, Meira is speaking softly to Lyra. "You ok?" She then sighs. "Guess we don't have time," she says a bit louder, glancing up to the ridge.
She backs up a bit to the area nearer the temple entrance. "Wake up!" she says loudly in Dwarvish. She adds a brief push to Dazlyn's shoulder. "Trouble's coming!"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Eldrin remains still. His expression is composed and thoughtful. He draws a slow breath, hands loosely clasped behind his back as he steps forward beside Zephyros.
“They hold the high ground,” he says calmly, eyes narrowed in assessment.
He glances toward the rest of the group, ensuring no one is injured, then continues, voice even and analytical.
“They believe this elevation grants them an advantage, tactically, it does. But shouting terms from such an advantage suggests something else. Either they’re fewer in number, or they hope fear will do what force cannot.”
He looks back up the ridge, the breeze catching strands of his silver-white hair.
“If we’re to engage them, we’ll need a plan to close that distance, or force them to descend to us.”
Then, after a quiet pause, he adds, “Or, of course, we could yield the temple and allow them to claim it. Let them uncover for themselves the hazards that dwell within."
Zephyros nods at Eldrin as he approaches. The armored warrior's shoulders slump ever so slightly as the exhaustion begins to take its toll. He holds his trident at the ready while addressing the elven mage, "I could climb the ridge and finish this foe off, but you might be right. Giving them the temple could prove to be their doom as well." Zephyros ponders this a moment, "I doubt the dwarves would be so quick to agree."
Zephyros yells up to the Orcs on the ridge, "Come down and let's discuss your terms."
Turning to the wizard he says, "Let's at least take Meira's advice and find some cover." He slowly begins to retreat towards the wall in front of the temple. Though he knows this isn't retreating, he feels disdain as he backs away from this adversary. "Unless you have a way to magic me up there, then I can ensure these Orcs don't attack anyone ever again. As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think I have the energy to make that climb."
Lyra turns to Meira and is about to respond, when the gravelly voice from the ridge cuts through the air. "What now?" she mutters under her breath. Really? Just as they'd finished a fight? Gods above, the halfling can't wait to be done with this place once and for all. She flashes Meira a grateful look for checking on her, then quickly follows her and Zephyros toward the cover near the temple wall.
As she moves, she catches Eldrin's assessment, and finds herself agreeing. If the orcs had the upper hand, would they really be shouting terms instead of charging down? Listening to Zephyros attempt to coax them to approach, Lyra raises her voice and tries to sound as fearful as possible. "Oh, gods, please, no more fighting! We're in no shape for this!" she cries, hoping the lie will help draw the enemies down where they'll be on more even footing. (Deception: 21)
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Meira,
The dwarves begin to stir as you tell them to wake up in their native tongue. Norbus asks in Dwarvish, "Is it morning already?" Dazlyn responds, "Just five more minutes, mommy." Then rolls back over to try and go back to sleep. As the dwarves hear you speak of trouble, they grudgingly get up from their bedrolls. Norbus asks in common, "Where's the trouble lass?" They look to the ridge where everyone else is looking and recognize the danger. Norbus snarls, "Filthy Orc trash! What are you waiting for? Go kill them!"
Zephyros,
An Orc on the ridge above peeks his head out to get a look at you and yells down at you in response, "Hows about I fill you with arrows instead! Last chance, leave this place while you still can."
Lyra,
After your deception, the Orcs begin to talk to each other. One of them responds with a laugh, "Ha, if you're that weak, perhaps we will kill you after all! Your deaths will bring us great honor." They both stand up and fire their bows at the group. You get the sense they both fully believe your lie.
Everyone,
You see two Orcs stand up and fire arrows at the group, but both arrows harmlessly shatter on the wall in front of the temple. Please give me a perception check. You can also roll for an attack if you'd like.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
(ooc: I'll only roll perception, for now. From their talk, can we determine if there are only 2 of them or more? 6 ... Okay, probably not LOL)
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Perception: (8+3)=11
(Meira Perception: 23)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Keeping her voice low, Meira quickly replies to the two dwarves, still speaking in their native tongue. "We already killed the handful that came into the ruins." She points through the opening in the wall to where some of the bodies lie. "Let's see if these are stragglers or a bigger group before we charge in."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Zephyros looks out at the Orcs as they fire their arrows (Perception 10). He hears Meira speaking dwarvish and nods in recognition.
Seeing an opportunity to take another Orc out, the armored man lays down his trident and pulls his crossbow from his back. Carefully aiming at one, he fires a shot.
Attack: 18, damage 3
Meira,
You are confident these two Orcs are the alone. Additionally, you see both of them bleeding badly from fresh wounds.
Zephyros,
Your arrow finds its target. The arrow impales the Orc in the stomach, causing him to double over and fall from the cliff 80 feet down with a splat.
Everyone,
You see the remaining Orc on the ridge watch as the Orc next to him dies. He fires one more arrow at the group, but the arrow again hits harmlessly against the wall in front of you. Yarina is donning her armor as this transpires. Unless someone stops the Orc, he will turn and run from the fight.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Gareth winces as Zephyros finishes off the sleeping orc. He understands why the man finished him off, but he's not sure he could have done the same. The ranger is used to hunting beasts and monsters, not people. From Lyra's sudden quietness, Gareth thinks this coup de grace disturbed her as well. Before they can even begin to move on from this latest attack though, the orcs on the ridge return.
Gareth sighs and releases an arrow at the remaining orc, hoping that it will finish this business once and for all.
Longbow Attack: 21 to hit, 10 damage
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
With the dwarves roused, Meira knocks an arrow to her bowstring and moves back towards the gap in the wall to get a shot at the remaining orc.
(Shortbow Attack: 19, Damage: 8 piercing)
"I'm pretty sure those orcs were bluffing. They're alone and look pretty wounded."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Gareth & Meira,
You both fire arrows at the last remaining Orc. They hit him in the torso one after the other. He topples over backwards. You're pretty sure he's dead this time.
Everyone,
The valley goes quiet except for a slight whistle from a breeze flowing through the ridge. The stillness of the scene is interupted several seconds later by the dwarves who begin to bicker of whether or not they would have survived without the help of you adventurers. Norbus believes they could have handled it all themselves, while Dazlyn knows better and gives credit where credit is due.
Dazlyn: "Thank you so much for your help! We owe you our lives. If there is anything we can do to repay this debt we shall do so."
Norbus: "Aww Daz, you exaggerate! Those Orcs never stood a chance against my trusty pickaxe!"
With the Orc threat over and the temple (mostly) cleared of danger, and the dwarves have been warned of the dragon. 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.
Meira gives Gareth a nod. "Good shot," she says as she is stashing away her bow. She turns back to where the dwarves are arguing and listens a moment, before jumping in. (This time in Common.) "I think we will be on our way now. We've at least warned you of the dragon. And perhaps we've reduced the orc danger, but I can't help but think there must be more about. If you stay, I hope you will be safe."
She then moves back to where she had rested, picking up her dulcimer to sling it over her back. She checks her pack and makes sure she has all her equipment as she readies herself to go.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Eldrin watches as Gareth lowers his bow, Lyra’s silence speaking volumes, and the dwarves begin their customary bickering.
After a moment, Eldrin speaks, his tone calm and academic, but not unkind.
“There’s a peculiar weight to silence after bloodshed.” His gaze lingers briefly on the corpse of the sleeping orc before lifting to the light creeping over the ridge. “It is not only the dead who feel it.”
Meira,
Dazlyn responds to you, "Aye, thanks again lass for not just warning us of the dragon danger, but also for helping us in more ways than one. You all have more than earned your share."
Eldrin,
Norbus glances at you as you survey the battlefield. Particularly as your gaze lingers on one of the dead Orcs. "The dead don't feel nothin no more. We'll all be better off to be rid of every last one of them buggers."
Yarina walks up to Zephyros after donning her armor and securing her greatsword to her back. Her gaze icy cold and lingers long enough to make the silence between them uncomfortable. "Sir, we do not kill defenseless enemies in cold blood. What you provided was not justice. It was..." Her gaze shifts to Norbus without losing any of its chill and before she finishes her sentence. "That may be dwarf. I imagine there are some who would say the same about you, sir." The last word spit out like venom. She then walks over to Lyra and puts a clawed hand on the halflings shoulder. "Are you okay dear?"
Norbus goes silent after being chastized but his look changes back into a scowl.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Lyra watches as the situation plays out. She knows she could lift a finger and call on her goddess' divine power to help bring down those two orcs. She knows it would be right, since they're only defending themselves ... but finds she lacks the strength to do it. So the cleric watches, silent and still, as the others bring the orcs down. It feels like a slow motion a play unfolding with her as a distant spectator.
When the fight is over, Lyra releases a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and then looks up as Yarina lays a clawed hand gently on her shoulder. "I... yeah. I just need a minute." The halfling pauses, and then softly adds, "It's just that I'm not used to this level of fighting. I really thought we were done when we came out of the temple. And then the orcs decided to pay a visit..."
Lyra shakes her head and glances toward Zephyros. The fighter hasn't said a word about what transpired—but she feels she understands why he did it. And yet, despite that understanding, the memory of it sits heavy in her chest. She's always been taught to preserve life whenever possible, and witnessing what "real life" sometimes demands of people is a hard lesson.
She turns back to Yarina and manages a small smile. "I'll be fine." A small nod follows, as if she's reassuring herself. Then, with a bit more energy, she continues "Shall we head back to Phandalin? I’d really like to spend some time at the shrine. And eat Toblin’s bacon and eggs! Oh! Do you think Ms. Adabra will be there?"
Then Lyra waves at Norbus and Dazlyn. "Goodbye! Take care of yourselves! And don't bicker too much, okay?" She pauses forr a beat. "Or... actually, never mind. Keep doing it. It's kind of funny to watch." She lets out a soft laugh, and then looks back to her companions, her expression more settled now. She's ready to go.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
As Yarina chastises both Zephyros and Norbus, Gareth shifts on his feet uncomfortably. He is noticeably relieved when Lyra changes the subject to Phandalin and talk of Toblin's home cooking.
"I'm ready to get the hells out of here," he agrees. "No offense," he adds as an afterthought to the two dwarves, quirking a small smile at them. "Try not to get eaten, all right?"
As they get ready to head out, the ranger stops for a moment by Lyra. In a low voice so that only she can hear, he says, "I'm not used to it either, fighting people I mean. You're not the only one. I hope we don't have to fight any more of those orcs."
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus