Rye comes skulking back to the caravan, he's not much for conversation even among friends, so he's been biding his time on this contract scouting ahead and clearing the path
He's not dressed in his usual guard regalia, only done simple clothes and some well worn armor. He's kept mostly to himself, but isn't unkind in his solitude, just very practical when he does have something to say.
Professor Shellstrom is driving the cart. He is an old Tortle with wrinkled skin. Despite his age he is enthusiastically young at heart. Everything excites him. You also have learned that despite his charismatic demeanor and confidence, he definitely talks a bigger game than reality. His magic is inherent, and that becomes more apparent when he loses control over that magic at unexpected times.
Alira kneels on a crate in the wagon bed, leaning her elbows over the back of the driver’s bench. She peers up at the tortle with bright, eager eyes.
"Professor Shellstrom, right? I’ve never met a tortle professor before. What do you teach? And—oh!—are you writing a book? You seem like someone who would be writing a book. Also… do tortles live long? I heard something once but I’m not sure it was true.”
Alira kneels on a crate in the wagon bed, leaning her elbows over the back of the driver’s bench. She peers up at the tortle with bright, eager eyes.
"Professor Shellstrom, right? I’ve never met a tortle professor before. What do you teach? And—oh!—are you writing a book? You seem like someone who would be writing a book. Also… do tortles live long? I heard something once but I’m not sure it was true.”
“I am a professor of the arcane and nature, specifically how they interact together. I have recently been forced to face my inexperience dealing with my subject matter in practical terms. My hope is I am able to fill that gap through my journey here. As for my age.. you might be thinking of sea turtles… a distant relation. They live to be hundreds but we Tortles live about half a century.”
Just waiting on the rest to say their piece. Then we can continue.
(Sorry all, my notifications were broken, I'll catch up today/tomorrow)
Rye comes skulking back to the caravan, he's not much for conversation even among friends, so he's been biding his time on this contract scouting ahead and clearing the path
He's not dressed in his usual guard regalia, only done simple clothes and some well worn armor. He's kept mostly to himself, but isn't unkind in his solitude, just very practical when he does have something to say.
(All good)
(Same, didn’t realize we had started and wasn’t getting notifications. I’ll catch up today. -prof shellstrom)
(I'll also have my friend catch up today.)
(I’m EST time also)
Professor Shellstrom is driving the cart. He is an old Tortle with wrinkled skin. Despite his age he is enthusiastically young at heart. Everything excites him. You also have learned that despite his charismatic demeanor and confidence, he definitely talks a bigger game than reality. His magic is inherent, and that becomes more apparent when he loses control over that magic at unexpected times.
(I've lost track. we lost one because my friend is no longer able to participate. otherwise, i think everyone posted?
(believe so)
Alira kneels on a crate in the wagon bed, leaning her elbows over the back of the driver’s bench. She peers up at the tortle with bright, eager eyes.
"Professor Shellstrom, right? I’ve never met a tortle professor before. What do you teach? And—oh!—are you writing a book? You seem like someone who would be writing a book. Also… do tortles live long? I heard something once but I’m not sure it was true.”
OOC I am either sitting or walking behind the wagon providing rear watch of anything sneaking up from the rear or waiting until we pass.
(Okay we'll move on.)
You come to a part of the trail where the woods close in a little closer. Two horses block the path about 120 feet from you. they are dead.
“I am a professor of the arcane and nature, specifically how they interact together. I have recently been forced to face my inexperience dealing with my subject matter in practical terms. My hope is I am able to fill that gap through my journey here. As for my age.. you might be thinking of sea turtles… a distant relation. They live to be hundreds but we Tortles live about half a century.”
Shellstrom slows the horses and looks over his thick rimmed glasses at the two dead horses.
”well that’s not something you see every day. Poor beasts just fell on the street where they stood”
Caine looks behind when the wagon stops and hears dead horses. Seeing how the woods narrow here as well, he thinks ambush site.
Caine announces to all
"Be alert all, ...the coincidence of a narrow passage and road blockage can be an ambush. With all of these goods, someone else might want them."
Perception (OOC can't access the dice roller here, will use my character sheet) 13+3=16.
Maximus gets Shellstrom's attention and signs that someone should check the horse.
Caine is thankful he knows sign language...he looks to where that Ranger is, doesn't see him...
Caine signs to Maximus...Cover me...
Caine grabs his only range weapon, a boomerang and proceeds cautiously to check the horses.
OOC- advances after confirmation that someone is watching and providing ranged cover fire. Not sur of what skill to roll?
Rye will be providing support with his sling as Caine moves forward
Alira stops asking questions to the tortle and watches as Caine moves forward.
"What happened?"
At the mention of a possible ambush Shellstrom nervously grips his staff, preparing to summon his magic if needed.