Satisfied that the skeleton before him will not rise again Jordy re-sheaths his blades. "I volunteer as well. Anything to help keep this place safe." More than anything he sees this as a way to redeem himself.
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
(Besides gold and encumbrance we will be using XP, and with that add the 350 xp for the fight, and level up your characters.)
The elder shakes his head no as Sabrae asked. "We don't know where they come from, we have a drain that leads out of the city, and we use to check it but even on the walls it has become to dangerous to ensure it is still closed. We know skeletons reside down there, and we lost a man by the name of Thomas a week ago, so if he is dead he has probably joined as some form as well." The man smiled with a nod as the rest volunteer to help. Vanya at that time began to collect a mixture of bones, fragments, and dust. "I thank you all so much for your services, we can not go down late as even in the sewers the dead grow in number at night, so at morning light tomorrow you and the workers will go down." If you wanna attempt anything before night fall let me know otherwise it will be a long rest til the job begins in the morning.
(you collect a mixture of bones, 7 rusty short swords, no coins, 2 bows, and a total of 5 shoddy, yet usable arrows. In the future greater numbers of same undead will be numbered to make it easier for the party to keep track. thanks for your input.)
Jordy will stay at the bar before heading off to bed. Before that though he will try to a flask somewhere and fill it at the bar.
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Sabrae thanks the elder for the information and agrees to join the group heading into the sewers in the morning. Before she rests for the night, she looks to find the half-elven man she say sitting at the bar before the fight (Amasu). She tentatively walks up to him and clears her throat nervously. “Excuse me. Can I ask you a question?” She speaks with a strange accent that is difficult to place.
The more astute and travelled among you may recognize it as the accent commonly found in the underdark, especially among the Drow.
“I noticed you were sitting alone earlier. Well, I mean, not alone, but isolated. Not physically, but... well, you get what I mean. If you don’t mind me asking, what has happened to you that brings such looks of suspicion? I mean not to prod, but from one outsider to another... I just wish to understand. You are obviously well known here, so it is not that you are a stranger such as I, but...”
She shuffles her feet and bows her head. You might gather, despite her cowled appearance and her calm demeanor during the recent combat, she is a very nervous and timid person.
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Yelfrig will go around the town and look in the taverns for anyone who plays gambling games. If he happens to find any non-shady looking ones he will join them for a short amount of time and then rest in the tavern to be prepared for tomorrow's mission.
Amasu stiffens as the cowled woman approaches, but relaxes slightly at her obvious nervousness. With a soft sigh, he bows his head respectfully.
"I have lived in Pleasant Field all my life," he says, in a slightly higher-pitched voice than one might expect, likely due to his youth. He is grateful for his hood and hers, as it makes avoiding eye contact much easier. "My... sister, and I, we had been known to be... troublesome." He stutters the vague sentence. Then Amasu shrugs and mutters more normally, "Some people will never let you forget..."
He lifts his head and peers at Sabrae. "I don't recall seeing you earlier...?"
Sabrae chuckles, slightly more comfortable now that the young man engaged with her. “Not many do. After enduring the stares for so long, I’ve learned to stay out of the center attention.” She sticks out a tentative hand, which you see is the color of charcoal. “My name is Sabrae. I’ve come to this place seeking a way to end the pestilence that has destroyed your... I mean, our world.”
Amasu hesitates a moment before accepting Sabrae's hand, fair skin a direct contrast to hers.
"I am Amasu," he says. "That is... quite a broad mission, isn't it?" Amasu adds with some amusement and wonder, a youth whose whole world has centered around a single place, whose goals are simply day-to-day survival. "The whole world? Really?"
“In the long run, yes, I was sent to end this cursed infestation. But for now, I suppose, freeing Pleasant Field will have to suffice.” She sighs slightly, the enormity of her task weighing on her as much as it seems to be on Amasu. “You were quite effective tonight with that bow of yours. Are you planning on coming down into the sewers with us?“
Amasu puffs up slightly at the praise, though the reply is still hesitant. "Y-es, I think so. He said he'd give us coin? And," Amasu shrugs. "It's probably safer with all of you than waiting for them to burst out in the night..." After a moment, Amasu tightens the cloak around himself, as though chilled.
"Are you staying in the city then?" He looks back toward the inn. "Do you have a room, or...?"
“I’ll be headed to the inn, I’ve nowhere else to go”. Although her cowl is still raised, she still smiles slightly as she shrugs. She then bids Amasu a good night, nods to the elder once more, and returns to her spot at the back of the inn, nursing another mug of ale and listening to any just-to-loud conversation before retiring to the room she bought for the night.
sorvon will also go with the group to the sewers he says I would like to go with you people if I can. he heads straight to his room in the inn he uses mostly every day after checking he has enough arrows for tomorrow
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Amasu bids Sabrae good evening with a small sigh. He loiters a bit as the streets clear, then slips into the shadows and looks for somewhere safe to spend the night. There was no point in going far if they were to meet back here in the morning. Barns, lofts, alcoves, or better yet, a nice rooftop where he could curl up out of sight would be ideal.
Vanya and Lotta quickly finish up and retire to their respective rooms. Vanya reading her books for a short time before falling asleep. Jordy renters the tavern, the only one in the city still in the safe zone, and while unable to find a flask is offered a free drink along side Yelfrig by the inn owner. "Least I can do for saving our necks. A bit after the sun had set, a group of workers came in, talking and setting up to drink and play. In the end while they don't have anything to really pay you with Yelfrig they buy you an extra two rounds before you head to your room. Amasu spend their time talking for a bit as the street is cleaned of undead, and the body of the fallen guard had been taken away. As the street is clear Amasu makes his way into the shadow, almost invisible, he finds the perfect spot to sleep, curling up with a view of the almost dead city. Sovron, only the elder appears to hear you, but nods his head motioning that you may join. Sabrea spends time in the inn, sipping her on the house ale, she hears the men talking with Yelfrig, and small bits of gossip, the most interesting being something about an affair between a woman named Shea and that the child she carries is not her husbands, but otherwise you can't make much else out.
Next Day.
You all arrive bright and early the next day, a team of around twelve work men will work while you protect them. "Now you will guard one of the three, ten foot wide corridors, the tunnel A, being the one fed by the others, the one on the left, tunnel B, and the one on the right tunnel C. You will stand guard with your light source to ensure that any undead are held back, and destroy them all, in case of undead we will stop work and pull back the men til they are dead. We will need about eight hours, with the first four to building and the last four to setting the mortar. This will prevent the undead from coming up from here again. You may wish to plan how you will line up. And the light from the sky will be very limited so any not good with darkness should bring a torch or other light- Oh you are adventures you know more about this than me." He begins to talk with the foreman as he allows you to plan your defenses.
Vanya would like to walk about 100 ft down corridor A if she can, and cast Alarm another 30ft down the corridor, that way if anything comes from that direction she will be alerted. she'll then return to close to where the workers are, but keeping an eye on corridor B.
**it says I can designate creatures that won't trip the alarm so I will set it up so us and the workers can still walk down there if needed, and also if there's rats or bugs, they wont set it off either. Anything else will.
/e also it says I hear it in my mind, but there is also an audible bell ringing sound, so everyone will hear it.
Yelfrig prepares is longbow and arrows for the upcoming encounter. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows and those who are near him notice that the whole section from palms to the elbow has been cut and left with many scars. Thinking of the possible tactics he puts his singlenglask of oil and the tinderbox at ready to his belt. He walks over to his 'co-workers' and starts to discuss the future plan.
"Greetings to you all. My name is Yelfrig. I hope we will work well together and for that I think we have to make a good plan to do that. My position will probably be on the far back as I use longbow to operate in the battle"
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Sabrae forgos a lightsource, her eyes accustomed to the darkness. She strides about 15-20 feet down corridor C and then sets up to keep watch over the tunnel.
"Who else needs some light?" Lotta asks into the group. She herself will cast Light on her shield.
"Greetings to you all. My name is Yelfrig. I hope we will work well together and for that I think we have to make a good plan to do that. My position will probably be on the far back as I use longbow to operate in the battle"
"Nice to meet you, Yelfrig. I'm Lotta. I'm afraid I'm not good at planing. I will do what you guys think is best."
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Jordy
Gold: 16
Satisfied that the skeleton before him will not rise again Jordy re-sheaths his blades. "I volunteer as well. Anything to help keep this place safe." More than anything he sees this as a way to redeem himself.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
(Besides gold and encumbrance we will be using XP, and with that add the 350 xp for the fight, and level up your characters.)
The elder shakes his head no as Sabrae asked. "We don't know where they come from, we have a drain that leads out of the city, and we use to check it but even on the walls it has become to dangerous to ensure it is still closed. We know skeletons reside down there, and we lost a man by the name of Thomas a week ago, so if he is dead he has probably joined as some form as well." The man smiled with a nod as the rest volunteer to help. Vanya at that time began to collect a mixture of bones, fragments, and dust. "I thank you all so much for your services, we can not go down late as even in the sewers the dead grow in number at night, so at morning light tomorrow you and the workers will go down." If you wanna attempt anything before night fall let me know otherwise it will be a long rest til the job begins in the morning.
(you collect a mixture of bones, 7 rusty short swords, no coins, 2 bows, and a total of 5 shoddy, yet usable arrows. In the future greater numbers of same undead will be numbered to make it easier for the party to keep track. thanks for your input.)
Vanya will just wait until morning, she will study more from her spellbooks. Preparing new spells for the journey in to the sewers.
** I leveled her up to lvl 2 and chose the School of Conjuration , rolling for HP > 3
Jordy
Jordy will stay at the bar before heading off to bed. Before that though he will try to a flask somewhere and fill it at the bar.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Sabrae thanks the elder for the information and agrees to join the group heading into the sewers in the morning. Before she rests for the night, she looks to find the half-elven man she say sitting at the bar before the fight (Amasu). She tentatively walks up to him and clears her throat nervously. “Excuse me. Can I ask you a question?” She speaks with a strange accent that is difficult to place.
The more astute and travelled among you may recognize it as the accent commonly found in the underdark, especially among the Drow.
“I noticed you were sitting alone earlier. Well, I mean, not alone, but isolated. Not physically, but... well, you get what I mean. If you don’t mind me asking, what has happened to you that brings such looks of suspicion? I mean not to prod, but from one outsider to another... I just wish to understand. You are obviously well known here, so it is not that you are a stranger such as I, but...”
She shuffles her feet and bows her head. You might gather, despite her cowled appearance and her calm demeanor during the recent combat, she is a very nervous and timid person.
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Lotta will use cure wounds on the injured guard before heading home for the night.
Yelfrig will go around the town and look in the taverns for anyone who plays gambling games. If he happens to find any non-shady looking ones he will join them for a short amount of time and then rest in the tavern to be prepared for tomorrow's mission.
HP: + 11
Amasu stiffens as the cowled woman approaches, but relaxes slightly at her obvious nervousness. With a soft sigh, he bows his head respectfully.
"I have lived in Pleasant Field all my life," he says, in a slightly higher-pitched voice than one might expect, likely due to his youth. He is grateful for his hood and hers, as it makes avoiding eye contact much easier. "My... sister, and I, we had been known to be... troublesome." He stutters the vague sentence. Then Amasu shrugs and mutters more normally, "Some people will never let you forget..."
He lifts his head and peers at Sabrae. "I don't recall seeing you earlier...?"
Sabrae chuckles, slightly more comfortable now that the young man engaged with her. “Not many do. After enduring the stares for so long, I’ve learned to stay out of the center attention.” She sticks out a tentative hand, which you see is the color of charcoal. “My name is Sabrae. I’ve come to this place seeking a way to end the pestilence that has destroyed your... I mean, our world.”
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Amasu hesitates a moment before accepting Sabrae's hand, fair skin a direct contrast to hers.
"I am Amasu," he says. "That is... quite a broad mission, isn't it?" Amasu adds with some amusement and wonder, a youth whose whole world has centered around a single place, whose goals are simply day-to-day survival. "The whole world? Really?"
“In the long run, yes, I was sent to end this cursed infestation. But for now, I suppose, freeing Pleasant Field will have to suffice.” She sighs slightly, the enormity of her task weighing on her as much as it seems to be on Amasu. “You were quite effective tonight with that bow of yours. Are you planning on coming down into the sewers with us?“
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Amasu puffs up slightly at the praise, though the reply is still hesitant. "Y-es, I think so. He said he'd give us coin? And," Amasu shrugs. "It's probably safer with all of you than waiting for them to burst out in the night..." After a moment, Amasu tightens the cloak around himself, as though chilled.
"Are you staying in the city then?" He looks back toward the inn. "Do you have a room, or...?"
“I’ll be headed to the inn, I’ve nowhere else to go”. Although her cowl is still raised, she still smiles slightly as she shrugs. She then bids Amasu a good night, nods to the elder once more, and returns to her spot at the back of the inn, nursing another mug of ale and listening to any just-to-loud conversation before retiring to the room she bought for the night.
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sorvon will also go with the group to the sewers he says I would like to go with you people if I can. he heads straight to his room in the inn he uses mostly every day after checking he has enough arrows for tomorrow
Amasu bids Sabrae good evening with a small sigh. He loiters a bit as the streets clear, then slips into the shadows and looks for somewhere safe to spend the night. There was no point in going far if they were to meet back here in the morning. Barns, lofts, alcoves, or better yet, a nice rooftop where he could curl up out of sight would be ideal.
Stealth: 26
Perception: 20
Vanya and Lotta quickly finish up and retire to their respective rooms. Vanya reading her books for a short time before falling asleep. Jordy renters the tavern, the only one in the city still in the safe zone, and while unable to find a flask is offered a free drink along side Yelfrig by the inn owner. "Least I can do for saving our necks. A bit after the sun had set, a group of workers came in, talking and setting up to drink and play. In the end while they don't have anything to really pay you with Yelfrig they buy you an extra two rounds before you head to your room. Amasu spend their time talking for a bit as the street is cleaned of undead, and the body of the fallen guard had been taken away. As the street is clear Amasu makes his way into the shadow, almost invisible, he finds the perfect spot to sleep, curling up with a view of the almost dead city. Sovron, only the elder appears to hear you, but nods his head motioning that you may join. Sabrea spends time in the inn, sipping her on the house ale, she hears the men talking with Yelfrig, and small bits of gossip, the most interesting being something about an affair between a woman named Shea and that the child she carries is not her husbands, but otherwise you can't make much else out.
Next Day.
You all arrive bright and early the next day, a team of around twelve work men will work while you protect them. "Now you will guard one of the three, ten foot wide corridors, the tunnel A, being the one fed by the others, the one on the left, tunnel B, and the one on the right tunnel C. You will stand guard with your light source to ensure that any undead are held back, and destroy them all, in case of undead we will stop work and pull back the men til they are dead. We will need about eight hours, with the first four to building and the last four to setting the mortar. This will prevent the undead from coming up from here again. You may wish to plan how you will line up. And the light from the sky will be very limited so any not good with darkness should bring a torch or other light- Oh you are adventures you know more about this than me." He begins to talk with the foreman as he allows you to plan your defenses.
Vanya would like to walk about 100 ft down corridor A if she can, and cast Alarm another 30ft down the corridor, that way if anything comes from that direction she will be alerted. she'll then return to close to where the workers are, but keeping an eye on corridor B.
**it says I can designate creatures that won't trip the alarm so I will set it up so us and the workers can still walk down there if needed, and also if there's rats or bugs, they wont set it off either. Anything else will.
/e also it says I hear it in my mind, but there is also an audible bell ringing sound, so everyone will hear it.
Yelfrig prepares is longbow and arrows for the upcoming encounter. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows and those who are near him notice that the whole section from palms to the elbow has been cut and left with many scars. Thinking of the possible tactics he puts his singlenglask of oil and the tinderbox at ready to his belt. He walks over to his 'co-workers' and starts to discuss the future plan.
"Greetings to you all. My name is Yelfrig. I hope we will work well together and for that I think we have to make a good plan to do that. My position will probably be on the far back as I use longbow to operate in the battle"
Sabrae forgos a lightsource, her eyes accustomed to the darkness. She strides about 15-20 feet down corridor C and then sets up to keep watch over the tunnel.
Perception:18
Stealth: 15
I have Darkvision for a range of 120 feet
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"Who else needs some light?" Lotta asks into the group. She herself will cast Light on her shield.
"Nice to meet you, Yelfrig. I'm Lotta. I'm afraid I'm not good at planing. I will do what you guys think is best."