Dorno thanks Thurston for the healing and keeps resting on the cart. At the mention of demons and other such things he perks up a bit and peers around to see what is going on. A few moments later, however, the party can hear him snoring. He will rest up as much as he can unless interrupted until they reach the Eldren forest.
"Great. Bad 'nough we gotta 'ave bandits, now th' amn Hells are comin'. Used t'be such a nice place."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
“I can keep watch while you rest. “ Says Thurston “ You did well with those bandits but they put a good fight. I am concerned about that fiendish thing that was inside him. Come friends, let Thor heal you a little bit so you can rest well “
He then shares his mead with them and uses his energies to heal them up.
Dorno will recieve another Cure Wounds, this time targeting its wounds so he can heal at least one of them.
Then his 10 HP from Lay on Hands will go to Vark to heal 2 wounds.
The rest does everybody good and they soon have their energy back. They manage to squeeze in another couple of hours of travel, taking them about three miles into the foothills before night falls and they make camp on the side of the road amongst the tall pine trees. The same watch pattern is used as the previous night, but this time the forest is quiet, but for the hooting of owls and the occasional bark of a fox.
In the morning everybody feels renewed and prepared to tackle the challenges of the new day. Bründir's wound is as good as gone and Dorno and Vark are left with only a few dull aches.
Bründir gains 4 vigour and one wound from rest -> Full Valaith gains 7 vigour from rest -> Full Dorno gains 1 vigour and 2 wounds from rest -> 10/10 Vigour, 15/17 Wounds Vark gains 2 wounds from rest -> 8/8 Vigour, 13/16 Wounds
Vark is up early, breathing in the scent of the morning forest. A hand pats the scrap of fabric wrapped around his thigh, where that bandit mage's bolt had burned him yesterday. Vark hadn't known what to expect when he set out from his tribe, which was already feeling incredibly far away. The danger he's found himself in isn't a surprise, but the company he now keeps is. It's invigorating though. Vark spreads out his hands, letting his magic flow through him. Arcs of electricity bounce around his body, small clouds forming around his head for a moment before vanishing. These powers he doesn't understand are growing, as is he. While he has no clue what really happened to him up on that mountain, he knows it was the best thing for him. Quietly, he moves to sit on the edge of a cart, waiting for the rest of the caravan to wake.
(just gonna go ahead and convert his new sorcery points into a spell slot, as will be his morning routine until he gets metamagic)
Archie wakes up and starts scratching his belly and rubbing his eyes “morning chaps” as he yawns. He starts asking the drivers first “what’s for breakfast? Do you have anything to eat? Weren’t meals supposed to be provided? How can they expect us to protect this cart on an empty stomach. I only took one male yesterday, I got to get my energy up, some protein..... and he goes on and on and on until somebody hands him some food.
Val sneer and grimaces at the description of what occurred with the bandit and appears a bit unnerved by the idea of fiendish involvements. "Why would anyone prefer such an end?"
The next morning she rises with a large yawn, feeling refreshed from the battle of the previous day. As Archie drones on about wanting food, Val simply reaches into her back and subsides on a breakfast of trail rations, shaking her head at the gnomish antics. "We should get moving soon. If these bandits are involving fiends, I worry of their prisoners are more than just that. What they are sacrifices as well?"
“They could be yes. This is turning in a more complicated issue that I initially thought. If they are involved in such things we must show no mercy. We cannot afford to let any fiend loose”
As the others wake Dorno can be seen not too far away in the woods talking to a squirrel about any recent events or threats in the area while eating buds off of a bush and drinking what may or may not be some sort of herbal tea from a wooden cup.
OOC Have the local animals seen anything particularly interesting in the last 24 hours?
As the party settled into their campsite for the night, Bründir stayed close to the fire in his bedroll. The fight from before had left a scar in his mind, and he kept replaying it over and over. He felt his mind going down a rabbit hole he didn't want to follow. Shaking from the revere, he looked to the fire again and finally spoke, "Ma always told me stories o' heroes. She worked th'bar in Sheercleft an' fancied herself a storyteller. I thought of her an' one o' her stories t'day." He sat up and moved closer to the fire. It seemed to animate his eyes, and as he stated, bits of ember and flame could almost be seen dancing in sync with his words.
"Once there was a kingdom of Men tha' found people livin' in the hills. Not aroun' or on'em as th' Men did, but actually IN'em. Twas a curious thing, but th' Men were wicked. They saw the hillfolk were small an' thought they should rule'em too. So fer years, th' Men kept the hillfolk in chains, sayin' they knew what's what b'cause they ruled the whole topside world. Two generations of hillfolk lived like this till they took Men's lie as truth. A few came about now an' agin sayin' they had no place in chains. But they were too few."
"That was 'ow it twas till Thrane came along. Thrane was a slave, ike th' rest, but one day he went t'get water an' ame back shoutin'. Says he foun' a home, one been promised to 'im an his people since th' start o' time. People didn' believe Thrane; said he was ravin'. When he asked why no one believed 'im, they asked back how long he'd been gone. Thrane was confused, said he'd been gone a few hours to the river. They said he'd been gone two whole days!"
"Anyway, when th' Men heard Thrane came back, they came with rod and whip. Lashed him for an hour, all the while he yelled 'Stone take me home! Take yer child down b'neath whip and chain!'. 'Is cries and faith touched his people, though he couldn't see it. That night, he snuck out fer revenge. Slipped into th' taskmaster's shack, he did, an' gutted the Man in 'is sleep."
"He stepped out, waitin' t'see the slavers with blades fer 'im, but found 'is family an' people standing ready. On that night, Thrane's cry was heard across the hills an' woke ev'ry hillfolk for miles: 'Fight! Fight, and bury their lies! Break their chains, an' wash'em away! Carry me underground, where they'll ne'er hold me down!'. Ever since, the mountain holds 'ave stood strong against any who'd try to put dwarves in chains."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The creatures of the forest don't see the world the same way as the big folk, so what they can tell Dorno always needs to be interpreted and put into context. However, this morning, one common message can be found amongst their stories: the elves are restless.
In the evening, Bründir would have seen Dorno listening intently to his story. The curious firbolg appears to ponder it for several minutes afterwards, and then declares in his low, slow voice "ah, this explains why you are so small." "They made you live under the hill and the mountain where you got no sun! Maybe no water, too?!"
In the morning, Dorno returns from his morning ritual and sits near the fire. He thinks about what the creatures of the Eldren Forest told him and says aloud to no one in particular "I wonder why the elves are so restless here."
Vark laughs at Archie's usual antics, but grows more somber as he joins Val and Thurston, eating rations as they discuss the fiendish threat. Vark doesn't speak until Dorno comments. "They're... restless? how do you know?" he asks, concerned.
"Yes, there are many elves here. Before they were quiet like a mouse. Now they are restless. Maybe they are restless for the same reasons you are restless." After a second he casually adds in a muffled voice as he chews on the end of a stick of some kind. "My friends told me."
Val chews for a moment in thought. "Might be that their...I do not know the Common word. 'Meistari' is the giant word we use. Probably because he was taken. The elves are on the move."
Meistari in Giant would mean - Champion or Representative, in this instance it is likely she means 'Ambassador'.
"Oh yeah, can't imagine why they'd be jittery. Not like they're home's bein' robbed and tormented by thieves." Bründir rolls his eyes in the middle of a bite of stale field ration.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
“Some low life bandits shouldn’t pose a real threat to the elves. My gold is that they know something about that fiendish influence.” Adds Thurston as he chews some dry meat.
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Dorno thanks Thurston for the healing and keeps resting on the cart. At the mention of demons and other such things he perks up a bit and peers around to see what is going on. A few moments later, however, the party can hear him snoring. He will rest up as much as he can unless interrupted until they reach the Eldren forest.
"Great. Bad 'nough we gotta 'ave bandits, now th' amn Hells are comin'. Used t'be such a nice place."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
“I can keep watch while you rest. “ Says Thurston “ You did well with those bandits but they put a good fight. I am concerned about that fiendish thing that was inside him. Come friends, let Thor heal you a little bit so you can rest well “
He then shares his mead with them and uses his energies to heal them up.
Dorno will recieve another Cure Wounds, this time targeting its wounds so he can heal at least one of them.
Then his 10 HP from Lay on Hands will go to Vark to heal 2 wounds.
Ok guys?
PbP Character: A few ;)
Dorno and Vark feel a cooling sensation wash their aches and pains away as Thurston's god-given magic miraculously knits their flesh back together.
Dorno heals one wound -> 9/10 Vigour, 13/17 Wounds
Vark gains 2 vigour from rest and heals 2 wounds -> 8/8 Vigour, 11/16 Wounds
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
The rest does everybody good and they soon have their energy back. They manage to squeeze in another couple of hours of travel, taking them about three miles into the foothills before night falls and they make camp on the side of the road amongst the tall pine trees. The same watch pattern is used as the previous night, but this time the forest is quiet, but for the hooting of owls and the occasional bark of a fox.
In the morning everybody feels renewed and prepared to tackle the challenges of the new day. Bründir's wound is as good as gone and Dorno and Vark are left with only a few dull aches.
Bründir gains 4 vigour and one wound from rest -> Full
Valaith gains 7 vigour from rest -> Full
Dorno gains 1 vigour and 2 wounds from rest -> 10/10 Vigour, 15/17 Wounds
Vark gains 2 wounds from rest -> 8/8 Vigour, 13/16 Wounds
Everybody go to level 2.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Vark is up early, breathing in the scent of the morning forest. A hand pats the scrap of fabric wrapped around his thigh, where that bandit mage's bolt had burned him yesterday. Vark hadn't known what to expect when he set out from his tribe, which was already feeling incredibly far away. The danger he's found himself in isn't a surprise, but the company he now keeps is. It's invigorating though. Vark spreads out his hands, letting his magic flow through him. Arcs of electricity bounce around his body, small clouds forming around his head for a moment before vanishing. These powers he doesn't understand are growing, as is he. While he has no clue what really happened to him up on that mountain, he knows it was the best thing for him. Quietly, he moves to sit on the edge of a cart, waiting for the rest of the caravan to wake.
(just gonna go ahead and convert his new sorcery points into a spell slot, as will be his morning routine until he gets metamagic)
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Archie wakes up and starts scratching his belly and rubbing his eyes “morning chaps” as he yawns. He starts asking the drivers first “what’s for breakfast? Do you have anything to eat? Weren’t meals supposed to be provided? How can they expect us to protect this cart on an empty stomach. I only took one male yesterday, I got to get my energy up, some protein..... and he goes on and on and on until somebody hands him some food.
Val sneer and grimaces at the description of what occurred with the bandit and appears a bit unnerved by the idea of fiendish involvements. "Why would anyone prefer such an end?"
The next morning she rises with a large yawn, feeling refreshed from the battle of the previous day. As Archie drones on about wanting food, Val simply reaches into her back and subsides on a breakfast of trail rations, shaking her head at the gnomish antics. "We should get moving soon. If these bandits are involving fiends, I worry of their prisoners are more than just that. What they are sacrifices as well?"
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
“They could be yes. This is turning in a more complicated issue that I initially thought. If they are involved in such things we must show no mercy. We cannot afford to let any fiend loose”
PbP Character: A few ;)
Val nods at the paladin's words. "Agreed. No more prisoners."
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
As the others wake Dorno can be seen not too far away in the woods talking to a squirrel about any recent events or threats in the area while eating buds off of a bush and drinking what may or may not be some sort of herbal tea from a wooden cup.
OOC Have the local animals seen anything particularly interesting in the last 24 hours?
(The previous night)
As the party settled into their campsite for the night, Bründir stayed close to the fire in his bedroll. The fight from before had left a scar in his mind, and he kept replaying it over and over. He felt his mind going down a rabbit hole he didn't want to follow. Shaking from the revere, he looked to the fire again and finally spoke, "Ma always told me stories o' heroes. She worked th'bar in Sheercleft an' fancied herself a storyteller. I thought of her an' one o' her stories t'day." He sat up and moved closer to the fire. It seemed to animate his eyes, and as he stated, bits of ember and flame could almost be seen dancing in sync with his words.
"Once there was a kingdom of Men tha' found people livin' in the hills. Not aroun' or on'em as th' Men did, but actually IN'em. Twas a curious thing, but th' Men were wicked. They saw the hillfolk were small an' thought they should rule'em too. So fer years, th' Men kept the hillfolk in chains, sayin' they knew what's what b'cause they ruled the whole topside world. Two generations of hillfolk lived like this till they took Men's lie as truth. A few came about now an' agin sayin' they had no place in chains. But they were too few."
"That was 'ow it twas till Thrane came along. Thrane was a slave, ike th' rest, but one day he went t'get water an' ame back shoutin'. Says he foun' a home, one been promised to 'im an his people since th' start o' time. People didn' believe Thrane; said he was ravin'. When he asked why no one believed 'im, they asked back how long he'd been gone. Thrane was confused, said he'd been gone a few hours to the river. They said he'd been gone two whole days!"
"Anyway, when th' Men heard Thrane came back, they came with rod and whip. Lashed him for an hour, all the while he yelled 'Stone take me home! Take yer child down b'neath whip and chain!'. 'Is cries and faith touched his people, though he couldn't see it. That night, he snuck out fer revenge. Slipped into th' taskmaster's shack, he did, an' gutted the Man in 'is sleep."
"He stepped out, waitin' t'see the slavers with blades fer 'im, but found 'is family an' people standing ready. On that night, Thrane's cry was heard across the hills an' woke ev'ry hillfolk for miles: 'Fight! Fight, and bury their lies! Break their chains, an' wash'em away! Carry me underground, where they'll ne'er hold me down!'. Ever since, the mountain holds 'ave stood strong against any who'd try to put dwarves in chains."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The creatures of the forest don't see the world the same way as the big folk, so what they can tell Dorno always needs to be interpreted and put into context. However, this morning, one common message can be found amongst their stories: the elves are restless.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
In the evening, Bründir would have seen Dorno listening intently to his story. The curious firbolg appears to ponder it for several minutes afterwards, and then declares in his low, slow voice "ah, this explains why you are so small." "They made you live under the hill and the mountain where you got no sun! Maybe no water, too?!"
In the morning, Dorno returns from his morning ritual and sits near the fire. He thinks about what the creatures of the Eldren Forest told him and says aloud to no one in particular "I wonder why the elves are so restless here."
Vark laughs at Archie's usual antics, but grows more somber as he joins Val and Thurston, eating rations as they discuss the fiendish threat. Vark doesn't speak until Dorno comments. "They're... restless? how do you know?" he asks, concerned.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
"Yes, there are many elves here. Before they were quiet like a mouse. Now they are restless. Maybe they are restless for the same reasons you are restless." After a second he casually adds in a muffled voice as he chews on the end of a stick of some kind. "My friends told me."
The words seem to have an impact on Vark, more than would be expected. "Well.... perhaps. I wish I could ask my friend about it. I'm sure he'd know."
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Val chews for a moment in thought. "Might be that their...I do not know the Common word. 'Meistari' is the giant word we use. Probably because he was taken. The elves are on the move."
Meistari in Giant would mean - Champion or Representative, in this instance it is likely she means 'Ambassador'.
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
"Oh yeah, can't imagine why they'd be jittery. Not like they're home's bein' robbed and tormented by thieves." Bründir rolls his eyes in the middle of a bite of stale field ration.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
“Some low life bandits shouldn’t pose a real threat to the elves. My gold is that they know something about that fiendish influence.” Adds Thurston as he chews some dry meat.
PbP Character: A few ;)