With some of the party blinded and several wounded, it may come as a surprise, but all three wolves retreat as the blinding effect fades over the course of a few moments. Those who can see (Grigor and Adrimar), notice what almost seems to be knowing looks pass between the wolves and the retreat in such a way as to be able to defend each other until they are clearly out of the party's reach.
Everyone gains 300 XP for surviving the encounter and saving the Dragonborn.
As the last of the wolves moves out of sight, the tension in the air slowly begins to dissipate. With a weary sigh, the beleaguered Dragonborn emerges from behind the protective barrier of the boulder, his blue-scaled form illuminated by the light of the desert sun. As he approaches, you can see the exhaustion etched upon his face, yet there's a glimmer of gratitude in his amber eyes.
"Thank you," the Dragonborn says, his voice tinged with relief. "I... I don't know what I would have done without your assistance. My name is Depon Naprax."
He offers a slightly shaky bow, his demeanor a mix of bumbling awkwardness and genuine gratitude. "I apologize for the chaos. I was just returning from an expedition when these wolves caught me off guard. I'm the local map maker here in Shihen, you see."
Depon gestures towards the scattered canvas tubes nearby, a sheepish expression crossing his features. "Normally, I'm better prepared for such encounters, but today seemed to be an exception."
After briefly inspecting the lone dead wolf, he glances back towards the direction of the town, a sense of urgency in his gaze. "We should make haste to Shihen before anything catches the scent of blood. The blacksmith there will pay handsomely for any Sunwolf skins we bring. If you're up for it, that is."
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Quaffing a healing potion (healing 6 hp), Mirage studies the corpse briefly. "Likely, we could carry the body. The city is not far and, traveling in a group, even the scent of fresh blood is unlikely to draw any dangers either foolish or powerful enough to attack."
Grigor's Religion check made to attempt to identify the surviving wolves before their departure: 18
Grigor does not immediately reply, as he is fully absorbed in an intense examination of the dead wolf.
[OOG: it will help to recall that the party was hired to find a particular artifact of the god Khepri]
Grigor's mind drifts back to the dusty tomes he perused in the quiet halls of his home temple, the scent of aged parchment mingling with the faint aroma of incense. With a surge of clarity, he recalls the teachings of Khepri, the keeper of knowledge and law, whose wisdom transcends mortal understanding.
Khepri, the eternal seeker of truth, whose divine presence is said to reside within the vast expanse of the astral sea, where his great library is said to be housed. From this celestial repository, Khepri observes the world through the eyes of his devout followers and the creatures of the wild, ever vigilant in his quest for knowledge.
In Grigor's recollection, Khepri is surrounded by four esteemed advisors, each a master of their domain:
Hazoret the Wolf, whose golden-flecked fur gleams like the brilliance of the sun, is the harbinger of new technologies and the secrets of travel. His keen intellect is matched only by his unwavering loyalty to Khepri's cause.
Seifnet the Fox, with her cunning wit and mesmerizing gaze, delves into the mysteries of magic and the intricacies of mortal hearts. Her knowledge of people and their arcane arts is unparalleled.
Rhonas the Snake, whose coils ripple with the strength of a thousand warriors, embodies the primal forces of war and death. His wisdom in matters of conflict and mortality guides Khepri's faithful in times of strife.
Bontu the Crocodile, a behemoth of scales and sinew, holds dominion over the lands and kingdoms of the mortal realm. His vast knowledge of geography and governance shapes the course of empires.
Among these advisors, Grigor's memory lingers on Hazoret, the wolf whose intellect shines like a beacon in the darkness. In the sacred texts, Hazoret is described as a paragon of wisdom, his golden-streaked fur a testament to his divine insight and unmatched brilliance.
As the echoes of ancient wisdom fade from Grigor's mind, he is left with a profound sense of reverence for the divine mysteries that lie beyond mortal comprehension. In the pages of history and legend, he finds solace and inspiration, knowing that even in the darkest of times, the light of knowledge will guide the way.
After examining the corpse, Grigor glances at the position of the sun and says "We should head for Shihen." He does not appear to have heard any of the conversation that has transpired thus far.
Adrimar shrugs and hoists the wolf corpse onto his shoulders without further preamble. After confirming the route, he begins walking to Shihen while also questioning Depon further.
"Precisely what precautions do you usually take, Naprax? You'll forgive me if I speak out of turn, but you've not the look of a fighting... dragon man. Do you usually take a guard with you?"
Depon offers a sheepish smile as he watches Adrimar hoist the wolf corpse onto his shoulders. "Ah, well, truth be told, I don't usually require guards," he admits, his tone apologetic. "The wildlife in these parts, especially the sun wolves, tend to keep to themselves during daylight hours. It's only when night falls that the local fauna becomes more... aggressive."
He falls into step beside the party, his pace slightly hesitant as he considers the question. "As for precautions, I rely on my knowledge of the terrain and my ability to navigate the desert safely. I've spent many cycles exploring these sands, and I've become quite adept at avoiding trouble."
Depon casts a glance towards the horizon, the distant silhouette of Shihen beckoning in the fading light. "But I must confess, today caught me off guard. I was returning from an expedition and was not as prepared as I should have been. A lapse in judgment, I suppose."
With a rueful shake of his head, Depon adjusts the strap of his satchel and offers a grateful nod to each of the party members. "Your assistance was greatly appreciated, regardless. Let us make haste to Shihen before darkness falls completely. We can discuss further once we reach the safety of the town."
As the weary party finally reaches the outskirts of Shihen, the sun dips low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the sandstone buildings. The town unfolds before them like a hidden oasis amidst the desert expanse, its weathered outcroppings welcoming them with open arms.
Depon Naprax, the Dragonborn map maker, offers a heartfelt word of thanks to the party once more, his gratitude evident in the warmth of his amber eyes. "I cannot express my appreciation enough for your aid," he says, his voice tinged with sincerity. "You have my deepest gratitude. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must make haste to my shop before nightfall."
With a final nod of farewell, Depon heads off towards the heart of the town, his steps purposeful but, before he disappears into the labyrinthine streets, he calls back, "Feel free to drop in at my shop anytime! Naprax's Cartography." With a final wave, he continues on his way.
As the party begins to explore Shihen, they notice several key locations marked by weathered signs or bustling activity:
1. The Wearies Rest Inn
A signpost at the edge of town points towards a welcoming inn, its flickering lanterns beckoning tired travelers with promises of warmth and shelter.
2. Shali's Forge
The clang of metal on metal echoes through the streets as the party catches sight of Shali's Forge, its doors wide open to customers seeking the services of the town's skilled blacksmith.
3. Naprax's Cartography
A cramped storefront adorned with tubes of maps catches the party's eye, its faded sign bearing the name "Naprax's Cartography" and promising a wealth of knowledge for those in need of guidance.
4. The Sandstone Market
Despite the evening fast falling into night, a bustling marketplace comes into view as the party wanders deeper into the town, its stalls overflowing with exotic wares and the vibrant chatter of merchants vying for attention.
As the party takes in the sights and sounds of Shihen, they can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the adventures that lie ahead. With Depon's thanks still ringing in their ears, they set out to explore the mysteries of this enigmatic desert town, ready to uncover the location of Khepri's lost temple and, with luck, recover the Shawl of Khepri for their employer.
Adrimar grunts and adjusts the corpse on his shoulders, "Well, I'm for the forge. I've no great desire to wear this wretched creature any longer than necessary. Shall I meet the rest of you at the inn?"
Mirage's keen eyes scan the bustling streets of Shihen as the party arrives at the town's entrance. His gaze lingers on the familiar sight of Shali's Forge, where billows of smoke rise into the sky and the clang of metal on metal fills the air. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he recalls past visits to the blacksmith's shop and the lively interactions he had witnessed there.
"Adrimar," Mirage says, turning to the dark-haired human with a nod of his head, "I believe I shall accompany you to Shali's Forge. I have visited the forge on previous occasions and have had the pleasure of meeting Shali herself. She is quite the character, to say the least."
He casts a glance towards the forge, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his amber eyes. "Shali's interactions with newcomers have always been rather... entertaining."
Mirage adjusts the strap of his satchel and falls into step beside Adrimar, his stride confident and purposeful. "Besides," he continues, "I am curious to learn what has transpired in Shihen since my last visit. It has been several weeks, and I suspect there may be news worth hearing."
With a nod, Mirage gestures for Adrimar to lead the way.
After parting with Gong, the rest of the party finds their way to Shali's Forge. Upon arriving, they are immediately enveloped in the chaotic symphony of metal on metal, punctuated by the rhythmic hiss of bellows and the crackling roar of the furnace. Amidst the flurry of activity stands Shali. Broad and stocky for a human, she is a whirlwind of energy and enthusiasm as she works the forge with what is clearly practiced skill.
Beside her stands a young man with a patient expression as he attempts to communicate with the smith. "Shali, I said we're running low on COALS, not goals," he calls out, raising his voice over the din of the workshop.
Shali pauses mid-swing, her brow furrowing in confusion as she turns towards her apprentice. "What's that, lad? Speak up, can't hear a thing over the roar of the forge!" she shouts back, her voice surprisingly loud in the suddenly reduced noise of the shop.
The apprentice sighs, shaking his head in resignation. "I said we need more coals, Shali. COALS, not goals," he repeats, enunciating each word carefully.
But Shali merely nods enthusiastically, "Yes, goals! Exactly! You'll never become a renowned smith without goals, lad. Keeps us motivated!" she declares, resuming her work with renewed vigor.
Noticing the party, the young man shakes his head ruefully, though the wry smile playing at the corners of his lips belies his good humor. As he walks over, he greets the group, "Sorry about that," he says with a chuckle. "Shali's a bit hard of hearing, but she means well. Welcome to Shali's Forge. How can we help you today?" Seeming to recognize Mirage, the young man adds, "Perhaps some special reagents for our favorite potion brewer? Or have you brought more materials for Shali's experiments?"
"That'd depend on if wolves make good material, lad," Adrimar says, shaking the wolf slung on his back for emphasis, "I don't suppose there's a place I can set this down?"
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Seeing as an 11 probably isn't high enough to avoid being blinded, Gong will take the Dodge action on his next turn to avoid being struck.
Adrimar CON save 16 and regardless of result he'll cast Blade Ward on himself.
Grigor and Adrimar, with retinas of steel, shrug off the wolf's blinding effect. Gong is not as fortunate.
If he can, Adrimar will also move in front of the dragonborn.
With some of the party blinded and several wounded, it may come as a surprise, but all three wolves retreat as the blinding effect fades over the course of a few moments. Those who can see (Grigor and Adrimar), notice what almost seems to be knowing looks pass between the wolves and the retreat in such a way as to be able to defend each other until they are clearly out of the party's reach.
Everyone gains 300 XP for surviving the encounter and saving the Dragonborn.
As the last of the wolves moves out of sight, the tension in the air slowly begins to dissipate. With a weary sigh, the beleaguered Dragonborn emerges from behind the protective barrier of the boulder, his blue-scaled form illuminated by the light of the desert sun. As he approaches, you can see the exhaustion etched upon his face, yet there's a glimmer of gratitude in his amber eyes.
"Thank you," the Dragonborn says, his voice tinged with relief. "I... I don't know what I would have done without your assistance. My name is Depon Naprax."
He offers a slightly shaky bow, his demeanor a mix of bumbling awkwardness and genuine gratitude. "I apologize for the chaos. I was just returning from an expedition when these wolves caught me off guard. I'm the local map maker here in Shihen, you see."
Depon gestures towards the scattered canvas tubes nearby, a sheepish expression crossing his features. "Normally, I'm better prepared for such encounters, but today seemed to be an exception."
After briefly inspecting the lone dead wolf, he glances back towards the direction of the town, a sense of urgency in his gaze. "We should make haste to Shihen before anything catches the scent of blood. The blacksmith there will pay handsomely for any Sunwolf skins we bring. If you're up for it, that is."
Grigor's Religion check made to attempt to identify the surviving wolves before their departure: 21
Grigor does not immediately reply, as he is fully absorbed in an intense examination of the dead wolf.
"Additional coin never hurts," Adrimar muses, "but have we time to skin the creature if you fear what its blood might entice?"
Quaffing a healing potion (healing 6 hp), Mirage studies the corpse briefly. "Likely, we could carry the body. The city is not far and, traveling in a group, even the scent of fresh blood is unlikely to draw any dangers either foolish or powerful enough to attack."
[OOG: it will help to recall that the party was hired to find a particular artifact of the god Khepri]
Grigor's mind drifts back to the dusty tomes he perused in the quiet halls of his home temple, the scent of aged parchment mingling with the faint aroma of incense. With a surge of clarity, he recalls the teachings of Khepri, the keeper of knowledge and law, whose wisdom transcends mortal understanding.
Khepri, the eternal seeker of truth, whose divine presence is said to reside within the vast expanse of the astral sea, where his great library is said to be housed. From this celestial repository, Khepri observes the world through the eyes of his devout followers and the creatures of the wild, ever vigilant in his quest for knowledge.
In Grigor's recollection, Khepri is surrounded by four esteemed advisors, each a master of their domain:
Hazoret the Wolf, whose golden-flecked fur gleams like the brilliance of the sun, is the harbinger of new technologies and the secrets of travel. His keen intellect is matched only by his unwavering loyalty to Khepri's cause.
Seifnet the Fox, with her cunning wit and mesmerizing gaze, delves into the mysteries of magic and the intricacies of mortal hearts. Her knowledge of people and their arcane arts is unparalleled.
Rhonas the Snake, whose coils ripple with the strength of a thousand warriors, embodies the primal forces of war and death. His wisdom in matters of conflict and mortality guides Khepri's faithful in times of strife.
Bontu the Crocodile, a behemoth of scales and sinew, holds dominion over the lands and kingdoms of the mortal realm. His vast knowledge of geography and governance shapes the course of empires.
Among these advisors, Grigor's memory lingers on Hazoret, the wolf whose intellect shines like a beacon in the darkness. In the sacred texts, Hazoret is described as a paragon of wisdom, his golden-streaked fur a testament to his divine insight and unmatched brilliance.
As the echoes of ancient wisdom fade from Grigor's mind, he is left with a profound sense of reverence for the divine mysteries that lie beyond mortal comprehension. In the pages of history and legend, he finds solace and inspiration, knowing that even in the darkest of times, the light of knowledge will guide the way.
After examining the corpse, Grigor glances at the position of the sun and says "We should head for Shihen." He does not appear to have heard any of the conversation that has transpired thus far.
Adrimar shrugs and hoists the wolf corpse onto his shoulders without further preamble. After confirming the route, he begins walking to Shihen while also questioning Depon further.
"Precisely what precautions do you usually take, Naprax? You'll forgive me if I speak out of turn, but you've not the look of a fighting... dragon man. Do you usually take a guard with you?"
Depon offers a sheepish smile as he watches Adrimar hoist the wolf corpse onto his shoulders. "Ah, well, truth be told, I don't usually require guards," he admits, his tone apologetic. "The wildlife in these parts, especially the sun wolves, tend to keep to themselves during daylight hours. It's only when night falls that the local fauna becomes more... aggressive."
He falls into step beside the party, his pace slightly hesitant as he considers the question. "As for precautions, I rely on my knowledge of the terrain and my ability to navigate the desert safely. I've spent many cycles exploring these sands, and I've become quite adept at avoiding trouble."
Depon casts a glance towards the horizon, the distant silhouette of Shihen beckoning in the fading light. "But I must confess, today caught me off guard. I was returning from an expedition and was not as prepared as I should have been. A lapse in judgment, I suppose."
With a rueful shake of his head, Depon adjusts the strap of his satchel and offers a grateful nod to each of the party members. "Your assistance was greatly appreciated, regardless. Let us make haste to Shihen before darkness falls completely. We can discuss further once we reach the safety of the town."
As the weary party finally reaches the outskirts of Shihen, the sun dips low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the sandstone buildings. The town unfolds before them like a hidden oasis amidst the desert expanse, its weathered outcroppings welcoming them with open arms.
Depon Naprax, the Dragonborn map maker, offers a heartfelt word of thanks to the party once more, his gratitude evident in the warmth of his amber eyes. "I cannot express my appreciation enough for your aid," he says, his voice tinged with sincerity. "You have my deepest gratitude. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must make haste to my shop before nightfall."
With a final nod of farewell, Depon heads off towards the heart of the town, his steps purposeful but, before he disappears into the labyrinthine streets, he calls back, "Feel free to drop in at my shop anytime! Naprax's Cartography." With a final wave, he continues on his way.
As the party begins to explore Shihen, they notice several key locations marked by weathered signs or bustling activity:
1. The Wearies Rest Inn
A signpost at the edge of town points towards a welcoming inn, its flickering lanterns beckoning tired travelers with promises of warmth and shelter.
2. Shali's Forge
The clang of metal on metal echoes through the streets as the party catches sight of Shali's Forge, its doors wide open to customers seeking the services of the town's skilled blacksmith.
3. Naprax's Cartography
A cramped storefront adorned with tubes of maps catches the party's eye, its faded sign bearing the name "Naprax's Cartography" and promising a wealth of knowledge for those in need of guidance.
4. The Sandstone Market
Despite the evening fast falling into night, a bustling marketplace comes into view as the party wanders deeper into the town, its stalls overflowing with exotic wares and the vibrant chatter of merchants vying for attention.
As the party takes in the sights and sounds of Shihen, they can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the adventures that lie ahead. With Depon's thanks still ringing in their ears, they set out to explore the mysteries of this enigmatic desert town, ready to uncover the location of Khepri's lost temple and, with luck, recover the Shawl of Khepri for their employer.
Adrimar grunts and adjusts the corpse on his shoulders, "Well, I'm for the forge. I've no great desire to wear this wretched creature any longer than necessary. Shall I meet the rest of you at the inn?"
Mirage's keen eyes scan the bustling streets of Shihen as the party arrives at the town's entrance. His gaze lingers on the familiar sight of Shali's Forge, where billows of smoke rise into the sky and the clang of metal on metal fills the air. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he recalls past visits to the blacksmith's shop and the lively interactions he had witnessed there.
"Adrimar," Mirage says, turning to the dark-haired human with a nod of his head, "I believe I shall accompany you to Shali's Forge. I have visited the forge on previous occasions and have had the pleasure of meeting Shali herself. She is quite the character, to say the least."
He casts a glance towards the forge, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his amber eyes. "Shali's interactions with newcomers have always been rather... entertaining."
Mirage adjusts the strap of his satchel and falls into step beside Adrimar, his stride confident and purposeful. "Besides," he continues, "I am curious to learn what has transpired in Shihen since my last visit. It has been several weeks, and I suspect there may be news worth hearing."
With a nod, Mirage gestures for Adrimar to lead the way.
Grigor will accompany Adrimar and Mirage to the forge.
Gong studies the signpost for a moment. "I'll find us lodging at the inn," he rumbles before striding in the direction of the Wearies Rest.
After parting with Gong, the rest of the party finds their way to Shali's Forge. Upon arriving, they are immediately enveloped in the chaotic symphony of metal on metal, punctuated by the rhythmic hiss of bellows and the crackling roar of the furnace. Amidst the flurry of activity stands Shali. Broad and stocky for a human, she is a whirlwind of energy and enthusiasm as she works the forge with what is clearly practiced skill.
Beside her stands a young man with a patient expression as he attempts to communicate with the smith. "Shali, I said we're running low on COALS, not goals," he calls out, raising his voice over the din of the workshop.
Shali pauses mid-swing, her brow furrowing in confusion as she turns towards her apprentice. "What's that, lad? Speak up, can't hear a thing over the roar of the forge!" she shouts back, her voice surprisingly loud in the suddenly reduced noise of the shop.
The apprentice sighs, shaking his head in resignation. "I said we need more coals, Shali. COALS, not goals," he repeats, enunciating each word carefully.
But Shali merely nods enthusiastically, "Yes, goals! Exactly! You'll never become a renowned smith without goals, lad. Keeps us motivated!" she declares, resuming her work with renewed vigor.
Noticing the party, the young man shakes his head ruefully, though the wry smile playing at the corners of his lips belies his good humor. As he walks over, he greets the group, "Sorry about that," he says with a chuckle. "Shali's a bit hard of hearing, but she means well. Welcome to Shali's Forge. How can we help you today?" Seeming to recognize Mirage, the young man adds, "Perhaps some special reagents for our favorite potion brewer? Or have you brought more materials for Shali's experiments?"
"That'd depend on if wolves make good material, lad," Adrimar says, shaking the wolf slung on his back for emphasis, "I don't suppose there's a place I can set this down?"