(With a 16) So far the road was naught but hard stone and misery. Then, as your march wears on into the late morning, the leaden blanket above tears. A gash of impossible blue appears, followed by a spear of sunlight that strikes the stony earth. Soon the grey clouds flee, and a searing warmth falls upon your shoulders. (Everyone take inspiration as you soak in the warmth of this unexpected sunlight)
True to the words of Elvyn, the midday sun bears witness to the Temple of Víðarr emerging from the line of jagged peaks before you. You see acolytes of the religion busying themselves near the entrance of the large temple building and several of them cease their chores and look up to observe your approach. They wear simple brown woollen robes and both men and women amongst them have allowed their hair to grow to waste length, bound in a leather twine plait. All of them appear to be human.
Skritch will Druidcraft for the day ahead's outlook while he waits. (OOC: Just saw you'd done a new post!)
Skritch will slow Sunhill's pace until they are further back in the marching order. He telepaths to the group, "Whoever is most human-like among us should lead, I feel. That looks like what we of the 'Fell call 'an Identifiably Homogenous Cohort', or 'IHC'. We've learnt over time to be wary of IHCs. No need to make them feel, er, uncomfortable. At least not as a first impression."
“Varkas, maybe you and Evelyn first. The weird elf guy on the trail said the people at the temple may help me or hurt me due to my mark. I think I will stay back a bit.” She unconsciously pulls at the sleeve of her outfit, pulling it down to cover her mark. But there is nothing she can do about her distinctive eyes but hope no one focuses on them. “Maybe I will ask to buy a robe from them.”
Vakas nods, saying “Sure, no problem. Let’s walk up and see what’s what, Thanadol, perhaps you should come with me, and Elvyn as well. The others come along behind.” If all are in agreement, he walks forward with confidence, walking along the path, and heading toward the front door. He looks left and right, seeing if anyone is nearby to approach. If not, he gives a resolute knock on the door.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Rachus nods in agreement and follows a little ways behind Vakas as he is not sure how someone may react to him and Ember. He walks with his hands clasped together in part to seem non-hostile and to keep him from fidgeting as they get closer to the imposing temple.
Thanadol in his flowing robe assumes the air familiar to him because of his background as an Acolyte. He assumes the same air now to look like he belongs at a temple as he follows.
Skritch, Rachus and Dealuri you drop back and allow the others to take the lead. A number of the clerics eye you curiously as you approach the entrance but you are not challenged.
Vakas as you walk with Elvyn to the entrance he exchanges greeting with several of the acolytes but none of them engage in further conversation. It appears that Elvyn is known and accepted here and his presence is enough to allow you to pass unmolested. You eventually reach the heavy wooden doors of the entrance make yourself known. There is a short pause as you wait for answer from within.
Thanadol you keep a watchful eye on the surrounding acolytes but (with an 8) you discern little of their intent. In fact such is the grandeur of this temple that (with a 9) you are somewhat distracted by the intricate carvings and masterful stone and woodwork that has gone into building this structure. it seems hard to believe that such a thing could be possible without the aid of magic.
After a few moments the vast doors begin to swing outward and a male dwarf steps out into the sunlight. He blinks, raising his hands to shelter his eyes to the sudden brightness and eyes you each in turn. He is clearly a member of the order here, wearing the same brown robes though of a thick cotton instead of wool. He also carries a holy symbol of Víðarr suspended by an iron chain about his thick neck. Dwarves are an uncommon sight here in the south but your surprise is cut short by his hostile words.
"Elvyn you look like you've been kicked by a mule and dragged through a hedge backwards!" he barks out as if the mans tired state is a personal insult, he then gestures to the rest of you, "What in the name of Hel's sweet teets were you thinking bringing a rabble such as this to our door? Goblins for Víðarrs sake! ...and an damned skiouros (Dwarven for squirrel)! It's probably got a whole dray hiding there in yonder rocks waiting to break in and eat us out of house and home! Odins hairy arse hole I do not need this hassle, not at all."
For the moment Elvyn is lost for words, taken aback by this outburst.
(With a 16) So far the road was naught but hard stone and misery. Then, as your march wears on into the late morning, the leaden blanket above tears. A gash of impossible blue appears, followed by a spear of sunlight that strikes the stony earth. Soon the grey clouds flee, and a searing warmth falls upon your shoulders. (Everyone take inspiration as you soak in the warmth of this unexpected sunlight)
True to the words of Elvyn, the midday sun bears witness to the Temple of Víðarr emerging from the line of jagged peaks before you. You see acolytes of the religion busying themselves near the entrance of the large temple building and several of them cease their chores and look up to observe your approach. They wear simple brown woollen robes and both men and women amongst them have allowed their hair to grow to waste length, bound in a leather twine plait. All of them appear to be human.
How do you approach?
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Skritch will Druidcraft for the day ahead's outlook while he waits.(OOC: Just saw you'd done a new post!)Skritch will slow Sunhill's pace until they are further back in the marching order. He telepaths to the group, "Whoever is most human-like among us should lead, I feel. That looks like what we of the 'Fell call 'an Identifiably Homogenous Cohort', or 'IHC'. We've learnt over time to be wary of IHCs. No need to make them feel, er, uncomfortable. At least not as a first impression."
“Varkas, maybe you and Evelyn first. The weird elf guy on the trail said the people at the temple may help me or hurt me due to my mark. I think I will stay back a bit.” She unconsciously pulls at the sleeve of her outfit, pulling it down to cover her mark. But there is nothing she can do about her distinctive eyes but hope no one focuses on them. “Maybe I will ask to buy a robe from them.”
Thanadol observes them, trying to determine if they are good or of a darker nature, and also what they are doing
Insight: 8
Perception: 9
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Vakas nods, saying “Sure, no problem. Let’s walk up and see what’s what, Thanadol, perhaps you should come with me, and Elvyn as well. The others come along behind.” If all are in agreement, he walks forward with confidence, walking along the path, and heading toward the front door. He looks left and right, seeing if anyone is nearby to approach. If not, he gives a resolute knock on the door.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Rachus nods in agreement and follows a little ways behind Vakas as he is not sure how someone may react to him and Ember. He walks with his hands clasped together in part to seem non-hostile and to keep him from fidgeting as they get closer to the imposing temple.
Thanadol in his flowing robe assumes the air familiar to him because of his background as an Acolyte.
He assumes the same air now to look like he belongs at a temple as he follows.
Skritch, Rachus and Dealuri you drop back and allow the others to take the lead. A number of the clerics eye you curiously as you approach the entrance but you are not challenged.
Vakas as you walk with Elvyn to the entrance he exchanges greeting with several of the acolytes but none of them engage in further conversation. It appears that Elvyn is known and accepted here and his presence is enough to allow you to pass unmolested. You eventually reach the heavy wooden doors of the entrance make yourself known. There is a short pause as you wait for answer from within.
Thanadol you keep a watchful eye on the surrounding acolytes but (with an 8) you discern little of their intent. In fact such is the grandeur of this temple that (with a 9) you are somewhat distracted by the intricate carvings and masterful stone and woodwork that has gone into building this structure. it seems hard to believe that such a thing could be possible without the aid of magic.
After a few moments the vast doors begin to swing outward and a male dwarf steps out into the sunlight. He blinks, raising his hands to shelter his eyes to the sudden brightness and eyes you each in turn. He is clearly a member of the order here, wearing the same brown robes though of a thick cotton instead of wool. He also carries a holy symbol of Víðarr suspended by an iron chain about his thick neck. Dwarves are an uncommon sight here in the south but your surprise is cut short by his hostile words.
"Elvyn you look like you've been kicked by a mule and dragged through a hedge backwards!" he barks out as if the mans tired state is a personal insult, he then gestures to the rest of you, "What in the name of Hel's sweet teets were you thinking bringing a rabble such as this to our door? Goblins for Víðarrs sake! ...and an damned skiouros (Dwarven for squirrel)! It's probably got a whole dray hiding there in yonder rocks waiting to break in and eat us out of house and home! Odins hairy arse hole I do not need this hassle, not at all."
For the moment Elvyn is lost for words, taken aback by this outburst.
Would any of you like to make answer?
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Skritch readies a response then thinks better of it. He'll wait and see how the group's frontpersons handle it.
He does, however, squint ever so slightly, judging the dwarf with hooded eyes...