Caelan looks back and forth between the companions then nods and heads down the lefthand path which seems to tend north-west.
After almost an hour you come parallel to a low, partially ruined wall that runs along the overgrown but relatively wide pathway that you are following. After a few minutes you find a weed-covered outline where once a gate may have lain and an opening in the wall where it once stood.
You can just make out the ruins of a building at the end of a pathway flanked by withered trees.
"I... I think we should use s-some of the treasure we found in Ned's c-cavern to cover Clotha's bride price," Barn mutters, realizing that he does not remember what and how much treasure there was besides the crystal, which should be kept. "I r-respected these men once, as I respected the Duke. B-but it seems like the m-more I learn, the less I r-respect them. Drunk Eldron and h-his handlers. Gond who s-sold his daughter to him. Let Gond k-keep the bride price he received. And let Eldron b-be 'made whole' by our gold. And if that is not good enough, then we take a stand."
He pauses. "And Clotha, you can stay with us if y-you like, though I... I d-don't think you'll like it much. And we might all d-die."
(Back to current):
"W-we've seen huts, but a g-gated manor in the Wood? Like wh-where a nobleman m-might live? M-maybe we should ignore it and r-return to town."
Still, the big man dutifully examines the gate and the surrounding ground outside for any evidence of recent activity or passage such as boot prints.
"I... I think we should use s-some of the treasure we found in Ned's c-cavern to cover Clotha's bride price," Barn mutters, realizing that he does not remember what and how much treasure there was besides the crystal, which should be kept. "I r-respected these men once, as I respected the Duke. B-but it seems like the m-more I learn, the less I r-respect them. Drunk Eldron and h-his handlers. Gond who s-sold his daughter to him. Let Gond k-keep the bride price he received. And let Eldron b-be 'made whole' by our gold. And if that is not good enough, then we take a stand."
He pauses. "And Clotha, you can stay with us if y-you like, though I... I d-don't think you'll like it much. And we might all d-die."
(Back to current):
"W-we've seen huts, but a g-gated manor in the Wood? Like wh-where a nobleman m-might live? M-maybe we should ignore it and r-return to town."
Still, the big man dutifully examines the gate and the surrounding ground outside for any evidence of recent activity or passage such as boot prints.
Barns practiced eye regards the area, no one but wildlife has passed this way for possibly years, as he regards the wall and the scant outline where there was once a gate.....possibly hundreds of years judging by the weathering on the stone and mortar...he does not recognise the style...
9
Caelan looks back and forth between the companions then nods and heads down the lefthand path which seems to tend north-west.
After almost an hour you come parallel to a low, partially ruined wall that runs along the overgrown but relatively wide pathway that you are following. After a few minutes you find a weed-covered outline where once a gate may have lain and an opening in the wall where it once stood.
You can just make out the ruins of a building at the end of a pathway flanked by withered trees.
(During the discussion about Clotha):
"I... I think we should use s-some of the treasure we found in Ned's c-cavern to cover Clotha's bride price," Barn mutters, realizing that he does not remember what and how much treasure there was besides the crystal, which should be kept. "I r-respected these men once, as I respected the Duke. B-but it seems like the m-more I learn, the less I r-respect them. Drunk Eldron and h-his handlers. Gond who s-sold his daughter to him. Let Gond k-keep the bride price he received. And let Eldron b-be 'made whole' by our gold. And if that is not good enough, then we take a stand."
He pauses. "And Clotha, you can stay with us if y-you like, though I... I d-don't think you'll like it much. And we might all d-die."
(Back to current):
"W-we've seen huts, but a g-gated manor in the Wood? Like wh-where a nobleman m-might live? M-maybe we should ignore it and r-return to town."
Still, the big man dutifully examines the gate and the surrounding ground outside for any evidence of recent activity or passage such as boot prints.
Barn's Survival: 17
Barn(Paladin2):Damian_May's Ereworn Under the Shadow | Lyra(HexbladeWarlock2/EloquenceBard4):VitusW's Silverwood Forest
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6):NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Quyen(Adept1,ba5ic):ConstancePhokas' Nentir Vale (Discord) | Seri(Druid2):Hunter_Orien's Saltmarsh
Ophelia(Sorcerer2):BillM's Icewind Dale | Shin(Wizard1):Culuril's Strixhaven | Nivi(ArcaneTricksterRogue5):Erik_Soong's Netherdeep
Barns practiced eye regards the area, no one but wildlife has passed this way for possibly years, as he regards the wall and the scant outline where there was once a gate.....possibly hundreds of years judging by the weathering on the stone and mortar...he does not recognise the style...
Jack thinks, Wow who could imagine a house so big? How much stuff could you possibly have that you have a house so huge?
Did I say that out loud?
"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
Smiling Jack rolls survival 11. All hail bard and his 17
OOC (couldn't insert in front of smiling)