(@Grant: Well fortunately I casted it as mostly a joke anyhow, as Yokel feels like is own darn language when it diverges so sharply as to be barely understandable. I literally have half a mind to follow up with Sending or even Insight to see if she can actually gleam any more meaning than I can, but I think that'd take the joke a step too far..)
D.O.R.K's head visibly starts to leak thin trails of smoke as she struggled to understand. Seeing that Lukian at least understood something at least, she promptly did an about fast, whispered a curt word in one of the few goblin words she picked up for Vark and Beedo to follow, and then walked right back to Golemgote to spend the next several minutes in the back of the cart, beating her head against its side.
"So, you've only heard there are giants around? is there someone we can talk to about the sightings?"Lukian asks
By now there are four humans, eight dogs and over a hundred sheep milling around Lukian. The sheep are doing what sheep do bleating and eating the grass, the dogs are milling around the humans who are all looking at Lukian – and particularly Golemogote – with interest. The shepherd call across to another of the shepherds “ayup Fred whoa wor it 'a' towd theur giants wor ont' prowl?” Fred answers “Well uz Uncle Dick towd 'is son joe 'e's uz cousin on uz ma's side 'a' 'e 'eard 'a' giants wor ont' prowl. Well 'e - Joe 'a' is - towd Jim 'e's uz bigga beeam 'a' 'e 'ed 'eard 'a' giants wor ont' prowl. Anyways Jim sez ta uz 'Fred tha'd betta nip on up teur t' pastures 'n fetch t' sheep i' cos giants are ont' prowl 'n thee can nip on thru eur flock fasta than rubbish thru eur goose.’”
Fred looks over at Golemogote and asks “Wha' be t' nem o' 'a' animal thars getten pullin thy cart, it is t' strangest 'orse i've seen?” Spotting D.O.R.K. rhythmically banging his head on the cart he says “why is t' tin bloke bangin 'is noggin. Uz meur once towd uz 'a' ah could damage uz breeam - not 'a' ah 'ed much o' 'un - if ah did that!"
"More hearsay," Lukian says more to himself than the locals, ignoring the question about Golem and the comment about Dork. "Do you know where these giants are rumored to be?"
Devin watched in amusement as the whole scene played out. He kept his mouth shut but couldn't help grinning as he saw D banging her head in frustration. He's pretty certain he understood most of the conversation. Walking back to Gol he climbed up.
"We'll get moving as soon as the sheep get out of the way."
“Well gran' jouce wi' thy giant 'untin. t' lads 'n ah are gerrin t' flock art o' 'eear!” the shepherd says as they move the flock past and around Golemogote.
The rest of the day and night passes uneventfully. Next morning the party wakes to a very cold morning, the wind has swung around to the north (cold wind) and it is driving heavy rain (-4 on listen and ranged attacks) before it. The combination of wind chill and wet rain makes it feel like the temperature is below zero; winter is certainly on its way. Every now and then you notice Golemogote shiver.
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(Usual base level Aid thrown out for D.O.R.K and her gobbo boys. She will also send the gate guard an update on their progress, and intent to not return to Yatar for at least a few more days.)
Both Beedo and Vark are absolutely miserable throughout the entire ride. Vark bore it the most stoically, but it was rare for Beedo to go more than an hour without cursing the weather and the stupid giants for being somewhere so darn cold! Nevertheless, the two stayed in their cart, and buried beneath as much cloth, hay, armor, and more to better avoid rain and wind.
As for Dork, whatever concern she had over the rain in the past paled in comparison to her worry over Golemogote. At one point she even started looking around for caves or great mounds they may yet use as cover against the wind.
Whether or not she finds something suitable while yet driving Golemogote onward, she calls back to Lukian and the rest. "Might any of you have a means to warm Mr. G during this next leg? If not, we may wish to prioritize finding shelter for the day."
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Torunn will start scavenging around for the scrap metal out of the bag of holding. "Does anyone have any spare blankets?" He then starts molding the scrap metal into a large fine sheet of mesh using his Artisans Blessing. As he is working, he explains to DORK, "Once we attach the mesh to a blanket, through the use of controlled release of sacred flame, the warmth should diffuse throughout the blanket, warming Gol."
When the mesh is done, he demonstrates by summoning Sacred Flame into his palm and placing it on the mesh, steam rising from the warmed metal. "The blanket will be required, as the metal may get too hot to be directly placed on Gol's Skin."
Between them the parry manages to make Toruun’s idea work quite well and Golemogote gives a little trumpet of excitement as the now warm blanket is applied. The time it takes to make the blanket, unload the howdah, etc. coupled with the horrible weather means that the party does not quite cover as much territory as they would normally have hoped. In the mid-afternoon they come across a rock-shelter that faces south and is large enough for them all to fit within. It is also sufficiently deep that even if the wind were to swing from the south they would still be protected from the rain. Rather than press on they decide to make camp early. The early part of the night passes uneventfully enough but sometime after midnight when D.O.R.K. and Ebonitus are on watch and the third quarter moon has long set, there is a sudden burst of bright light - extending to a 30' radius - which seems to emanate from Lukian’s belt – the whole party hears in their heads “AHH THAT’S BETTER, MUCH BETTER! LUKIAN LUKIAN WHAT ARE YOUR FRIEND’S NAMES? YOU SHOULD INTRODUCE ME TO YOUR FRIENDS!”
Devin sits up from his bedroll and covers his eyes with his hands. "Gah, have we slept in so long the sun is fully up? At least the storm has past then." As the voice permeates his head he looks around, a ball of blue flame appearing in his hand. "Wait, who is here?" he shouts as he scrambles to his feet looking for danger. But seeing no one Devin becomes more confused, especially seeing that outside the cave the sky is still dark. "What in the nine layers of hell is going on?" he asks in an exasperated tone.
Dork is quieter but no less swift in reacting to the voice by hopping to her feet, snatching up Helm Splitter along the way. Rather than look inward, her first instinct is to scan the outlying region with her eyes, searching for any signs of movement in the dark that might try to capitalize on the 'distraction' of a bright light. Even as her goblin acolytes wake up voicing similar complaints as Lukian in their own ways, the construct remain vigilant until satisfied in her search, mutely entrusting the others to handle any internal threat in the meantime.
Between the two goblins.... (14)/(8)... Vark is the quickest on the uptake, and squints in Lukian's general location. "Frien', Sunny?" He asked as he warily propped his shield up between himself and Lukian, if only to further shield his eyes from the light glare.
Lukian sits up and quickly fumbles trying to grasp the blade hilt. Once finally clasped in both hands, he shout whispers, "Dawnbringer, this is not the time." Switching to thought, he continues, "Let's talk about this tomorrow. I promise. I'll introduce you to everyone." After thinking this, his eyes slide over toward the goblins, but he doesn't retract his statement. "Please put your light to rest so that we may finish our rest."
Torunn stirs from his sleep, without getting up, he calls out, "Turn your torch off whoever that is!" and rolls back over, pulling his hood over his face in an attempt to block the light. Before anyone can react, there is faint snoring coming from Torunn's bedroll as he is back asleep as if nothing happened.
"What the..."exclaims Ebonitus, "Do you want the whole world to know we are here?" He then moves slightly to the side of the cave to shield his eyes from the light and to reaccustom his eyes to the darkness and resume his watch.
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Let's talk about this tomorrow. I promise. I'll introduce you to everyone."
"All right but remember you promised! I"m sorry I didn't realise you were trying to hide. I will turn down the light a bit"the voice says in everbody's head. The light emanating from the object on Lukian's belt dims to a faint glow.
Vark stops squinting with the dimming of the light, but would still look even more warily in Lukian's direction. Beedo, however, more than happily go right back to sleep, muttering complaints in both common and goblin over. Most of which others can faintly hear involve a repeated use of the word "Princess Sunny" as he settled back in. Whether Lukian explained more in detail just what the heck is going on, Vark would continue for at least a few minutes more, and then try to crawl back in bed.
D.O.R.K would eventually sit down again. But for the remainder of her watch, she would be exceptionally more alert for any sounds of approach; the incident just moments before having been filled away for further investigation int he morning. For a soldier that did not rest would be but a corpse upon the battlefield. And they would never every bit of liviliness they could afford. Though that said, if Golemogote had been particular upset about the light show, she would go over and slowly but surely work on easing any tension until they too were ready to sleep again.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The next day, Lukian does introduce Dawnbringer to the rest of the party, even to the goblins. He explains that the sword is a tool of Lathandar and so Old Pert thought he would get the most use out of it. He explains that the sword can communicate telepathically, but assures them that it cannot hear their thoughts unless they are communicating with it.
To Dawnbringer, the elf thinks, "I thought you could only hear my thoughts when I was touching you, but from last night's exchange, it appears I was mistaken. The others could hear your mental communication even though they were not touching you. This might prove useful in the future."
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Lukian squints. "So, you've only heard there are giants around? is there someone we can talk to about the sightings?"
(@Grant: Well fortunately I casted it as mostly a joke anyhow, as Yokel feels like is own darn language when it diverges so sharply as to be barely understandable. I literally have half a mind to follow up with Sending or even Insight to see if she can actually gleam any more meaning than I can, but I think that'd take the joke a step too far..)
D.O.R.K's head visibly starts to leak thin trails of smoke as she struggled to understand. Seeing that Lukian at least understood something at least, she promptly did an about fast, whispered a curt word in one of the few goblin words she picked up for Vark and Beedo to follow, and then walked right back to Golemgote to spend the next several minutes in the back of the cart, beating her head against its side.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
By now there are four humans, eight dogs and over a hundred sheep milling around Lukian. The sheep are doing what sheep do bleating and eating the grass, the dogs are milling around the humans who are all looking at Lukian – and particularly Golemogote – with interest. The shepherd call across to another of the shepherds “ayup Fred whoa wor it 'a' towd theur giants wor ont' prowl?” Fred answers “Well uz Uncle Dick towd 'is son joe 'e's uz cousin on uz ma's side 'a' 'e 'eard 'a' giants wor ont' prowl. Well 'e - Joe 'a' is - towd Jim 'e's uz bigga beeam 'a' 'e 'ed 'eard 'a' giants wor ont' prowl. Anyways Jim sez ta uz 'Fred tha'd betta nip on up teur t' pastures 'n fetch t' sheep i' cos giants are ont' prowl 'n thee can nip on thru eur flock fasta than rubbish thru eur goose.’”
Fred looks over at Golemogote and asks “Wha' be t' nem o' 'a' animal thars getten pullin thy cart, it is t' strangest 'orse i've seen?” Spotting D.O.R.K. rhythmically banging his head on the cart he says “why is t' tin bloke bangin 'is noggin. Uz meur once towd uz 'a' ah could damage uz breeam - not 'a' ah 'ed much o' 'un - if ah did that!"
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"More hearsay," Lukian says more to himself than the locals, ignoring the question about Golem and the comment about Dork. "Do you know where these giants are rumored to be?"
All of the shepherds shrug their shoulders and reply in unison "Int' 'ills somewheear ah think. we wor not goan tek enny chances bur."
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Lukian smiles a thin smile and nods. "We'll let you pass before we try to move our beast lest he step on any of your sheep."
Devin watched in amusement as the whole scene played out. He kept his mouth shut but couldn't help grinning as he saw D banging her head in frustration. He's pretty certain he understood most of the conversation. Walking back to Gol he climbed up.
"We'll get moving as soon as the sheep get out of the way."
“Well gran' jouce wi' thy giant 'untin. t' lads 'n ah are gerrin t' flock art o' 'eear!” the shepherd says as they move the flock past and around Golemogote.
The rest of the day and night passes uneventfully. Next morning the party wakes to a very cold morning, the wind has swung around to the north (cold wind) and it is driving heavy rain (-4 on listen and ranged attacks) before it. The combination of wind chill and wet rain makes it feel like the temperature is below zero; winter is certainly on its way. Every now and then you notice Golemogote shiver.
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
(Usual base level Aid thrown out for D.O.R.K and her gobbo boys. She will also send the gate guard an update on their progress, and intent to not return to Yatar for at least a few more days.)
Both Beedo and Vark are absolutely miserable throughout the entire ride. Vark bore it the most stoically, but it was rare for Beedo to go more than an hour without cursing the weather and the stupid giants for being somewhere so darn cold! Nevertheless, the two stayed in their cart, and buried beneath as much cloth, hay, armor, and more to better avoid rain and wind.
As for Dork, whatever concern she had over the rain in the past paled in comparison to her worry over Golemogote. At one point she even started looking around for caves or great mounds they may yet use as cover against the wind.
Perception: 21.
Whether or not she finds something suitable while yet driving Golemogote onward, she calls back to Lukian and the rest. "Might any of you have a means to warm Mr. G during this next leg? If not, we may wish to prioritize finding shelter for the day."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Torunn will start scavenging around for the scrap metal out of the bag of holding. "Does anyone have any spare blankets?" He then starts molding the scrap metal into a large fine sheet of mesh using his Artisans Blessing. As he is working, he explains to DORK, "Once we attach the mesh to a blanket, through the use of controlled release of sacred flame, the warmth should diffuse throughout the blanket, warming Gol."
When the mesh is done, he demonstrates by summoning Sacred Flame into his palm and placing it on the mesh, steam rising from the warmed metal. "The blanket will be required, as the metal may get too hot to be directly placed on Gol's Skin."
"I have a blanket," Lukian offers.
Between them the parry manages to make Toruun’s idea work quite well and Golemogote gives a little trumpet of excitement as the now warm blanket is applied. The time it takes to make the blanket, unload the howdah, etc. coupled with the horrible weather means that the party does not quite cover as much territory as they would normally have hoped. In the mid-afternoon they come across a rock-shelter that faces south and is large enough for them all to fit within. It is also sufficiently deep that even if the wind were to swing from the south they would still be protected from the rain. Rather than press on they decide to make camp early. The early part of the night passes uneventfully enough but sometime after midnight when D.O.R.K. and Ebonitus are on watch and the third quarter moon has long set, there is a sudden burst of bright light - extending to a 30' radius - which seems to emanate from Lukian’s belt – the whole party hears in their heads “AHH THAT’S BETTER, MUCH BETTER! LUKIAN LUKIAN WHAT ARE YOUR FRIEND’S NAMES? YOU SHOULD INTRODUCE ME TO YOUR FRIENDS!”
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Devin sits up from his bedroll and covers his eyes with his hands. "Gah, have we slept in so long the sun is fully up? At least the storm has past then." As the voice permeates his head he looks around, a ball of blue flame appearing in his hand. "Wait, who is here?" he shouts as he scrambles to his feet looking for danger. But seeing no one Devin becomes more confused, especially seeing that outside the cave the sky is still dark. "What in the nine layers of hell is going on?" he asks in an exasperated tone.
Dork is quieter but no less swift in reacting to the voice by hopping to her feet, snatching up Helm Splitter along the way. Rather than look inward, her first instinct is to scan the outlying region with her eyes, searching for any signs of movement in the dark that might try to capitalize on the 'distraction' of a bright light. Even as her goblin acolytes wake up voicing similar complaints as Lukian in their own ways, the construct remain vigilant until satisfied in her search, mutely entrusting the others to handle any internal threat in the meantime.
Between the two goblins.... (14)/(8)... Vark is the quickest on the uptake, and squints in Lukian's general location. "Frien', Sunny?" He asked as he warily propped his shield up between himself and Lukian, if only to further shield his eyes from the light glare.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Lukian sits up and quickly fumbles trying to grasp the blade hilt. Once finally clasped in both hands, he shout whispers, "Dawnbringer, this is not the time." Switching to thought, he continues, "Let's talk about this tomorrow. I promise. I'll introduce you to everyone." After thinking this, his eyes slide over toward the goblins, but he doesn't retract his statement. "Please put your light to rest so that we may finish our rest."
Torunn stirs from his sleep, without getting up, he calls out, "Turn your torch off whoever that is!" and rolls back over, pulling his hood over his face in an attempt to block the light. Before anyone can react, there is faint snoring coming from Torunn's bedroll as he is back asleep as if nothing happened.
"What the..." exclaims Ebonitus, "Do you want the whole world to know we are here?" He then moves slightly to the side of the cave to shield his eyes from the light and to reaccustom his eyes to the darkness and resume his watch.
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"All right but remember you promised! I"m sorry I didn't realise you were trying to hide. I will turn down the light a bit" the voice says in everbody's head. The light emanating from the object on Lukian's belt dims to a faint glow.
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Vark stops squinting with the dimming of the light, but would still look even more warily in Lukian's direction. Beedo, however, more than happily go right back to sleep, muttering complaints in both common and goblin over. Most of which others can faintly hear involve a repeated use of the word "Princess Sunny" as he settled back in. Whether Lukian explained more in detail just what the heck is going on, Vark would continue for at least a few minutes more, and then try to crawl back in bed.
D.O.R.K would eventually sit down again. But for the remainder of her watch, she would be exceptionally more alert for any sounds of approach; the incident just moments before having been filled away for further investigation int he morning. For a soldier that did not rest would be but a corpse upon the battlefield. And they would never every bit of liviliness they could afford. Though that said, if Golemogote had been particular upset about the light show, she would go over and slowly but surely work on easing any tension until they too were ready to sleep again.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The next day, Lukian does introduce Dawnbringer to the rest of the party, even to the goblins. He explains that the sword is a tool of Lathandar and so Old Pert thought he would get the most use out of it. He explains that the sword can communicate telepathically, but assures them that it cannot hear their thoughts unless they are communicating with it.
To Dawnbringer, the elf thinks, "I thought you could only hear my thoughts when I was touching you, but from last night's exchange, it appears I was mistaken. The others could hear your mental communication even though they were not touching you. This might prove useful in the future."