(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.
He has been through quite a deal yes, encountered some bandits along the way I should say. Though he's all the better for the trials he's been through. And we have a duty as servants of the most high.
Dealuri has had enough dealings with dwarfs to realize that many of them are grumpy by nature and have a worse bark than a bite. However, their bites can be powerful so you have to pay attention to their bark. She knows that Skritch - who has already been singled out for attention - and Rachus and herself could be at risk here so she goes to conspicuously stand slightly in front of the squirrel and goblin. She wants to make certain the grouchy dwarf - she calls him Oscar in her head - knows that she will protect them if needed. She also places her hand on her War Pick but does not draw it.
Skritch Messages Elvyn, "Er, esteemed rescuee, are we in good company here? Or does this squat person require vanquishing?"
Skritch is aware that him casting aspersions about someone else's size lacks congruity (he's pretty sure that's a word here on the Prime Material), but it's been barely 24 hours since he was a 15 foot bear and he's not quite ready to let that go...
Elvyn shares a wry smile with you Skritch, "No vanquishing required on this occasion, though a lesson in manners might not go amiss."
The Dwarf listens to your smooth words Thanadol and narrows his eyes, "Most high indeed," he murmurs before waving you all inside, "Well don't stand around mucking up the place, get inside and state your business. The names Olak."
"Thank you Olak," Elvyn responds with a tight voice, clearly still offended if not surprised by the dwarfs greeting, "We have words for the High Seer."
"Oh do you now?" Olak replies with raised eyebrows, "Well yer'll have to wait on his pleasure. He's away right now and not due back till morrows eve."
The dwarf leads you all inside, though clearly not happy about the inconvenience. The temple is as grand on the inside as it is without, the walls and pillars carved with strange and intricate runes. He leads you into the main temple area where a flagstone floor is kept clear and bare, centred around a large font and alter.
Do you have words or questions for Olak as you walk?
Vakas is taken aback by the sheer rudeness of the dwarf, and he bites back any coarse words he has for him, gathering himself for a moment before he speaks. "Yes, .. Olak. Please forgive our appearance and sudden unannounced arrival at your doorway. It seems that the Temple of Víðarr requires a notification prior to the arrival of guests wanting discussion, rest, illumination, prayer? We have saved Elvyn from the clutches of a group of kobolds who were going to feed him to a dragon or worse a demon. We eradicated the kobolds and fled, arrived here on your doorstep. So, dear Olak. Can we begin again? Good day to you, sir, my name is Vakas. We are here for counsel and blessings from the Temple of Víðarr, please, we would like to rest for a bit and converse with you, perhaps more hospitably."
Dealuri realizes she is not the person to teach this grump a lesson, so continues to hang back in silence. She does look around, clearly impressed by the structure.
Skritch will wait to see how Olak responds to Vakas before chipping in.
He does take the time to examine, albeit casually, all the runes as they make their way through the temple. Mainly keeping an eye out for hints on how to return via the worldtree to the Shadowfell.
Not that he's in any hurry to leave this plane. But it's always nice to, you know, have options...
Vakas (with a 19) your restrain pays dividends. Olak seems softened by your words if only slightly, he mumbles something inaudible under his breath before taking a deep breath and answering, "No master elf, prior notification is not required... though it is appreciated. Though I suspect you have had little choice in the matter. Kobolds you say?"
"Yes. Kobolds." Elvyn answers stiffly. "The creatures are raising a demon to the south of here and taking slaves to feed their rituals. If not for these good folks I would be one of them."
"And this lot cleared them all?" Olak asks incredulously.
"And dealt with a dragon besides." Elvyn gives the dwarf a grim smile.
Olak seems to look at you all with new eyes, stopping for a moment before returning is attention to you Vakas, "Aye we can start again, if yer will forgive my poor welcome." he shakes his head, "It's been troubled times of late and the the High Seer away it all falls to me to keep things running smooth, and then you lot turn up and..." he stops himself and takes another deep breath,
"The blessings and council will have to wait for the morrow, but the hospitality I can handle. Just keep the Ekore out of the food stores." and with that he is moving again leading you deeper into the temple through a small alcove to the rear of the main hall.
Skritch make a religion check as you examine the runes.
OOC: You may talk as you walk and I will update again shortly :)
Thanadol nods, satisfied. I am Thanadol nice to meet you, I have been an acolyte for many years and understand what it is like for people to turn up unannounced.
Tell me, how have things been in this area? Are we quite away from adventure while here?
OOC: Does Thanadol get any sense for whether there will be any combat or ability checks? Because if there is nothing good to use his portent rolls on it might be fun to play around with them.
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(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
Bad rolls
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...
He has been through quite a deal yes, encountered some bandits along the way I should say. Though he's all the better for the trials he's been through. And we have a duty as servants of the most high.
Dealuri has had enough dealings with dwarfs to realize that many of them are grumpy by nature and have a worse bark than a bite. However, their bites can be powerful so you have to pay attention to their bark. She knows that Skritch - who has already been singled out for attention - and Rachus and herself could be at risk here so she goes to conspicuously stand slightly in front of the squirrel and goblin. She wants to make certain the grouchy dwarf - she calls him Oscar in her head - knows that she will protect them if needed. She also places her hand on her War Pick but does not draw it.
Skritch Messages Elvyn, "Er, esteemed rescuee, are we in good company here? Or does this squat person require vanquishing?"
Skritch is aware that him casting aspersions about someone else's size lacks congruity (he's pretty sure that's a word here on the Prime Material), but it's been barely 24 hours since he was a 15 foot bear and he's not quite ready to let that go...
Not just yet.
Elvyn shares a wry smile with you Skritch, "No vanquishing required on this occasion, though a lesson in manners might not go amiss."
The Dwarf listens to your smooth words Thanadol and narrows his eyes, "Most high indeed," he murmurs before waving you all inside, "Well don't stand around mucking up the place, get inside and state your business. The names Olak."
"Thank you Olak," Elvyn responds with a tight voice, clearly still offended if not surprised by the dwarfs greeting, "We have words for the High Seer."
"Oh do you now?" Olak replies with raised eyebrows, "Well yer'll have to wait on his pleasure. He's away right now and not due back till morrows eve."
The dwarf leads you all inside, though clearly not happy about the inconvenience. The temple is as grand on the inside as it is without, the walls and pillars carved with strange and intricate runes. He leads you into the main temple area where a flagstone floor is kept clear and bare, centred around a large font and alter.
Do you have words or questions for Olak as you walk?
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Vakas is taken aback by the sheer rudeness of the dwarf, and he bites back any coarse words he has for him, gathering himself for a moment before he speaks. "Yes, .. Olak. Please forgive our appearance and sudden unannounced arrival at your doorway. It seems that the Temple of Víðarr requires a notification prior to the arrival of guests wanting discussion, rest, illumination, prayer? We have saved Elvyn from the clutches of a group of kobolds who were going to feed him to a dragon or worse a demon. We eradicated the kobolds and fled, arrived here on your doorstep. So, dear Olak. Can we begin again? Good day to you, sir, my name is Vakas. We are here for counsel and blessings from the Temple of Víðarr, please, we would like to rest for a bit and converse with you, perhaps more hospitably."
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Vakas make a persuasion roll.
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Vakas persuasion : 19
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Dealuri realizes she is not the person to teach this grump a lesson, so continues to hang back in silence. She does look around, clearly impressed by the structure.
Skritch will wait to see how Olak responds to Vakas before chipping in.
He does take the time to examine, albeit casually, all the runes as they make their way through the temple. Mainly keeping an eye out for hints on how to return via the worldtree to the Shadowfell.
Not that he's in any hurry to leave this plane. But it's always nice to, you know, have options...
Vakas (with a 19) your restrain pays dividends. Olak seems softened by your words if only slightly, he mumbles something inaudible under his breath before taking a deep breath and answering, "No master elf, prior notification is not required... though it is appreciated. Though I suspect you have had little choice in the matter. Kobolds you say?"
"Yes. Kobolds." Elvyn answers stiffly. "The creatures are raising a demon to the south of here and taking slaves to feed their rituals. If not for these good folks I would be one of them."
"And this lot cleared them all?" Olak asks incredulously.
"And dealt with a dragon besides." Elvyn gives the dwarf a grim smile.
Olak seems to look at you all with new eyes, stopping for a moment before returning is attention to you Vakas, "Aye we can start again, if yer will forgive my poor welcome." he shakes his head, "It's been troubled times of late and the the High Seer away it all falls to me to keep things running smooth, and then you lot turn up and..." he stops himself and takes another deep breath,
"The blessings and council will have to wait for the morrow, but the hospitality I can handle. Just keep the Ekore out of the food stores." and with that he is moving again leading you deeper into the temple through a small alcove to the rear of the main hall.
Skritch make a religion check as you examine the runes.
OOC: You may talk as you walk and I will update again shortly :)
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Thanadol nods, satisfied.
I am Thanadol nice to meet you, I have been an acolyte for many years and understand what it is like for people to turn up unannounced.
Tell me, how have things been in this area? Are we quite away from adventure while here?
OOC: Does Thanadol get any sense for whether there will be any combat or ability checks? Because if there is nothing good to use his portent rolls on it might be fun to play around with them.