(Sorry, accident turned into something bigger so responses will be sporadic for a while.)
"Well, shall I offer you all a meal then? Or would you all like to see where the citadel is?" Madame Hucrele asks after leading the party to her guest house. It's a quaint home, two bedrooms and a hearth.
"From what my children told me, they planned to descend down from the old road into the citadel."
Damay looks about. "Perhaps we can scout a bit before a meal, the more information we have the better. Now that we are sitting still, I would like to see what I can learn about citidel, would you suggest the town hall or the shrine to have potential historical literature on the matter? I shall like to check both locations regardless. Lack of information can be as deadly as any foe." Damay was used to researching and pulling information out of abstract writing, bit now that he is closer to physically have to investigate, he half worries he is using information gathering as an excuse more then a crutch.
Khazela pads through Oakhurst, quills low, eyes counting doors—hall, jail, shrine, smith, inn—mapping exits and alleys in silence. At the guest house threshold she nods to Kerowyn. “Show where citadel path begins,” she says, clipped and calm. “We go at dawn—fresh feet, clear eyes.” She checks straps, oils blades, waits.
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Sorry, I'm beginning to enter a vacation period and while I will try to check-in at least daily, I cannot promise that I will always be able to do so. From September 1, I should be back to normal.
"Books? Well...I'd doubt either would have it. Most of what we know has just been legends about it. It happened long before Oakhurst came to be. Frankly speaking, I think that Garon, the innkeep, knows most about the legend, since my children mainly heard it from him."
"And the Old road is over here, hard to miss with the Ashen plains in sight." Hucrele points over to the edge of the village where a worn out fence hobbles in the wind. The road it borders has a grey plains to one side, spanning the fields with no fauna in sight and a narrow ravine on the other.
(Sorry, accident turned into something bigger so responses will be sporadic for a while.)
"Well, shall I offer you all a meal then? Or would you all like to see where the citadel is?" Madame Hucrele asks after leading the party to her guest house. It's a quaint home, two bedrooms and a hearth.
"From what my children told me, they planned to descend down from the old road into the citadel."
Damay looks about. "Perhaps we can scout a bit before a meal, the more information we have the better. Now that we are sitting still, I would like to see what I can learn about citidel, would you suggest the town hall or the shrine to have potential historical literature on the matter? I shall like to check both locations regardless. Lack of information can be as deadly as any foe." Damay was used to researching and pulling information out of abstract writing, bit now that he is closer to physically have to investigate, he half worries he is using information gathering as an excuse more then a crutch.
Khazela pads through Oakhurst, quills low, eyes counting doors—hall, jail, shrine, smith, inn—mapping exits and alleys in silence. At the guest house threshold she nods to Kerowyn. “Show where citadel path begins,” she says, clipped and calm. “We go at dawn—fresh feet, clear eyes.” She checks straps, oils blades, waits.
Sorry, I'm beginning to enter a vacation period and while I will try to check-in at least daily, I cannot promise that I will always be able to do so. From September 1, I should be back to normal.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus ||
"Books? Well...I'd doubt either would have it. Most of what we know has just been legends about it. It happened long before Oakhurst came to be. Frankly speaking, I think that Garon, the innkeep, knows most about the legend, since my children mainly heard it from him."
"And the Old road is over here, hard to miss with the Ashen plains in sight." Hucrele points over to the edge of the village where a worn out fence hobbles in the wind. The road it borders has a grey plains to one side, spanning the fields with no fauna in sight and a narrow ravine on the other.
Dantos starts to head towards the tavern, shrugging at the group. A place to start is a place to start.
He feel confident that his friends can handle anything that comes up, real or imagined.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale