Gilnur is taken aback by the strength of the old woman when she grabs he arm as his hand enters the bag. He grits his teeth trying to fight through the pain as the poison enters his body. "Ugh. Not again," he snorts as he feels himself float into the mist. The scene of the young yuan-ti caster causes his voice to go hoarse, "Well that's a shame for something so pretty."
The jarring sensation of being returned to reality throws the dwarf to his hands and knees. He looks up to the elder and gives her a nod. "We'll do what we can for her," he says as he opens his hand revealing his prize from the bag. His has a quizzical look when he notices the bone hammer in his hand. He asks before anyone steps up for their trial, "What mountains might that be ?"
Desarian's face is sober as he pulls his hand from the bag, looking at the piece of bark, then tucking it away after listening to the woman's words. "Little chance is better than no chance at all. But survival is not my priority. I'm here to put an end to the mists. If I have to sacrifice my life to see that come about, so be it."
A sad look comes over his face as the woman slumps to the ground after reaching into the bag herself, and he looks to the others. "We must remember this. When the time comes, none of us can shirk our duties."
The paladin remains kneeling, still and solemn as he processes what happened to him. The other companions experience their test while Calinar is lost in his thoughts. He pockets the amulet and bows his head as Old Mother reaches into the bag. A cry of frustration and rage escapes his lips as another good person falls before the darkness, and he catches her collapsing form that is lighter than feathers. "Oh Old Mother, why must you be so bold? I wanted to see you again here, not in the clearing."
He leans over her, pressing his lips to her forehead as the light fades from her healed eyes. Without lifting his head, he begins to murmur:
Time flies, knells call, life passes, so hear my prayer. Birth is nothing but Death begun, so hear my prayer. Death is speechless, so hear my speech. This is Old Mother, who served her fate and family well. May the forgiving glance of Titania heal her heart. May the warm embrace of Oberon raise her from the darkness of this earth. Surround her, Lords, with light. Fill her, Eachthighern, with strength. If she is thirsty, give her water in the clearing. If she is hungry, give her food in the clearing. May her life in this world and the pain of her passing become as a dream to her waking soul, and let her eyes fall upon every lovely sight; Let her find the friends that were lost to her, the loved ones long gone This is Old Mother, who lived well, loved her own, and died as fate would have it. Each of us owes Death. This is Old Mother. Give her peace.
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Thank you for that lovely prayer." The elderly man says, wiping away a tear from his eye. "Her time came when it was ordained, and gives us a sliver of hope during the end of an era."
Looking to the soldier near him, the elderly man says, "gather the tribe. Our movement can begin in ernest. She informed me that when the heroes of the Fey came, we no longer would need to linger."
The group stands in awe as the remaining villagers cease their gathering and simply grab what they have and March off eastward. As the warrior walks past you all, he says, "best of luck to you. If you find it within yourselves to save my sister, tell her..." he makes a sigh with his hand off his forehead and brings it down to his other palm, and then waves his hand with his ring and middle finger towards his palms. (ASL for brother, and then love you)
Gilnur does his best to try to memorize the gesture made by the warrior and once the yuan-ti has his back to the group attempts to mimic it. "Where are y'all headed,"he calls to the warrior.
Having received his answer, the dwarf then looks down to his open hand containing the item he pulled from the bag. He pulls out a jeweler's loop from his bag and takes a closer look at it. "I guess this little sidetrack wasn't a total loss," he says trying to convince himself and stuffs the small bone in a safe place. Watching the last of the villagers make their way out, he says to the group. "Well, he did say what was left we can have... Shall we?"
Having received his answer, the dwarf then looks down to his open hand containing the item he pulled from the bag. He pulls out a jeweler's loop from his bag and takes a closer look at it. "I guess this little sidetrack wasn't a total loss," he says trying to convince himself and stuffs the small bone in a safe place. Watching the last of the villagers make their way out, he says to the group. "Well, he did say what was left we can have... Shall we?"
Calinar holds his palm out to Gilnur, with the small amber gem he received from the bag nestled there. "Would you examine mine as well, Gilnur? How do we know what they're supposed to do?"
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
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DM, Not sure if you'll allow Xanathar's rules for tools.
Arcana. Proficiency with jeweler’s tools grants you knowledge about the reputed mystical uses of gems. This insight proves handy when you make Arcana checks related to gems or gem-encrusted items.
Investigation. When you inspect jeweled objects, your proficiency with jeweler’s tools aids you in picking out clues they might hold.
Examining my item was more an RP thing, but if it apply's to Cal's...
Gilnur plucks the gem from Calinar's hand. "Hmm. Nice little gem. Let's see if I can figure something out."
While the party discusses the possibility of searching for anything of value, Artemis has a thoughtful look on his face and still seems to be slightly distracted by the recent events that transpired in the tent. He blinks his almond eyes to return his focus to the moment, and nods at Gilnur and Desarian's initiative.
"Yes, I suppose the smart thing would be to collect what we could. Though," Here the wood elf sighs softly, "I must say that the idea of taking these displaced people's possessions does leave a sour taste in my mouth. Do we sacrifice our moral scruples for a potential advantage against our impending challenge, or do we accept what the village elder gave her life to bequeath to us and leave the ghost of their home in peace?" Artemis shrugs a thin shoulder, "I have no answer to that questions, my brothers. Do what you feel is right."
With that the archer will leave the tent and, narrowing his keen eyes to find the figure he is looking for, go and find Kyra. The wood elf's mind still roils with the turbulent frenzy of images and sensations that the old woman's trial granted him; images too fragmented to piece together but haunting none the less. Still... far more haunting was the woman's dire predictions regarding Artemis' companions, and though the half-orc brawler was as tough a warrior as the archer had ever seen, even she could not entirely hide the impact those words had upon her. Kyra's peace of mind, especially before venturing forth into the Mist, was more important to Artemis than salvaging what he could from the village.
His light footsteps in the sand would herald his approach, but the elf didn't yet walk up too close to where Kyra stood. Giving the half-orc her space, Artemis let a moment pass in silence, just allowing her to know that he was there before he asked, "You okay?"
Gilnur, with tongue slightly protruding, continues to examine the paladin's gem. Without taking his eye away from his examination, he replies to the wood elf, "Bah, Get that nonsense out of your head, elf. We were invited to scavenge what we can when they leave."
Desarian nods at Gilnur's comment. "Beyond that, our mission is too important to not take every chance to give ourselves an edge. If there's anything in this village that can assist us, we would be neglecting our duty to not take advantage of it."
As the yuan ti leave, the warrior says, "we head to the boarders of the Blight in the east near thr Fey. If you fail, we buy ourselves another generation. Perhaps another group of heroes will survive where so many others have already failed."
OOC: feel free to make all the rolls you want. I will let you know if they apply. Xanathars took tools are great. I love it.
As Gilnur examines the amber piece he is handed, he can see the tiny matrix of magic flowing through it. It appears to focus and store light, and can produce some form of evocation magic. But it seems to be only a part of a whole. Without this piece the other will not work, and vice versa.
OOC: Jessica has been under the weather. She said she will post tomorrow.
OOC: laying in bed and cant sleep. Devon is putting our daughter down in the other room. Thanks though babe.
Kyra is crouching down in the dirt scrawling designs in the sand. As Artemis walks up and asks Kyra shrugs. "I was told from the beginning this was a long shot. Being fated to die though... well... we all gotta go sometime I guess. Just ducks ya know. It feels like 1 bad throw of the dice and you are done... life is weird isn't it."
Looking up at him, she says, "promise me this... when the time comes, dont let the rest of the party go down trying to bring me back or save me okay. Let me have as much of a warriors death as I can, and sing songs of heroism about me."
Wiping a tear from her eye, she sniffs with a tough snort and wipes her nose. "Out of the last 20+ heroes in the past century, only a few have survived to become archfey. 4 out of 6 surviving this mission would be good odds in my book."
OOC: When the time comes I hope it is heroic... but I already have a backup character and this will be my very first magic heavy character (I am new to dnd, and have only played a monk and a ranger this far.) So basically what I am saying is I am okay with it when it happens lol.
The wood elf listens in silence as the half-orc speaks, his large almond eyes watching as she voices her thoughts about the foreboding prediction aloud. He remains quiet for a moment after she finishes speaking, taking the time for formulate his own response before answering.
"I'll make you a deal." The hint of a smirk appears at the corner of the archer's mouth. "I will respect your wishes to keep the overall safety of our team and the success of our mission at the fore of my concern above your or anyone else's demise, and I will also help ensure to the best of my ability that anyone who falls will live on forever as a hero in the hearts and minds of our people. However, your side of this bargain is to not buy into an old woman's musings at face value. Seems to me," Here Artemis makes a thoughtful face, "if she had infallible knowledge of what was to come, she wouldn't have sent her own people forward to die in that Mist. She must've had hope, faith, and even though some form of arcane sight might have gifted her with some glimpse of what was to come, she still clung to the hope of success. That is your job now, Kyra. Don't accept defeat, however glorious or valiant, before the fight has even begun. You promise me that you'll fight with every inch of moxie that someone determined to survive can muster, and I promise that I'll let you die honorably if that is what fate has in store for you." The archer was grinning now, despite the morbid topic of conversation. Those surrounded by the mantle of death eventually had to learn to smile in the face of it, lest despair claim their spirit.
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Stop passing that crud around
Gilnur tosses the gem back to Calinar. "Well, my guess is that is the 'sun' that she referred to and we need to find the steel...but you probably figured that much out. It looks like it can store your light - maybe like your shield there, and then can be it released." He begins to walk away to begin his search of the village, then it appears a light just came on in his mind. "Let me see that." He snatches the amber jewel again and begins tracing it over the paladin's shield, looking for maybe some sort of socket which would accept the gem.
Gilnur spends a few minutes looking at the shield trying to find a slot for it, and while it was a good idea, there does not appear to be anything that it would slide into. While looking at it though, you do notice Cal's rapier. At the bottom of the hilt, there is a pommel balance weight, and comparing it to the amber, it looks similar in size and shape.
"Well, nothing on your shield here, but... Yes! Here we are. This looks promising." Gilnur taps on the hilt of the rapier with the amber gem. "I don't know if this is something I can help with. Might need to find a smith. I would hate to unbalance your blade there, making it a less reliable, if I'm not able to fit your gem correctly."
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Gilnur shrugs. "Not even sure if it would do any good for this sword anyways. I imagine something like this may be more suitable for a more...special sword." The cleric hands the gem back to the paladin. "Let's see what we can find here so we can get a move on."
Gilnur begins his search of the buildings in the village for anything of value. He says a quick prayer to his goddess for assistance in the task.
Gilnur is taken aback by the strength of the old woman when she grabs he arm as his hand enters the bag. He grits his teeth trying to fight through the pain as the poison enters his body. "Ugh. Not again," he snorts as he feels himself float into the mist. The scene of the young yuan-ti caster causes his voice to go hoarse, "Well that's a shame for something so pretty."
The jarring sensation of being returned to reality throws the dwarf to his hands and knees. He looks up to the elder and gives her a nod. "We'll do what we can for her," he says as he opens his hand revealing his prize from the bag. His has a quizzical look when he notices the bone hammer in his hand. He asks before anyone steps up for their trial, "What mountains might that be ?"
Desarian's face is sober as he pulls his hand from the bag, looking at the piece of bark, then tucking it away after listening to the woman's words. "Little chance is better than no chance at all. But survival is not my priority. I'm here to put an end to the mists. If I have to sacrifice my life to see that come about, so be it."
A sad look comes over his face as the woman slumps to the ground after reaching into the bag herself, and he looks to the others. "We must remember this. When the time comes, none of us can shirk our duties."
"Well that was a thing.." Kyra says, looking st her hand. "Never put much stock in prophesy though. Best be going."
As Kyra says this, she has a worried expression on her face. She turns from the group and heads towards the mists. "I will wait for you by the mist."
The paladin remains kneeling, still and solemn as he processes what happened to him. The other companions experience their test while Calinar is lost in his thoughts. He pockets the amulet and bows his head as Old Mother reaches into the bag. A cry of frustration and rage escapes his lips as another good person falls before the darkness, and he catches her collapsing form that is lighter than feathers. "Oh Old Mother, why must you be so bold? I wanted to see you again here, not in the clearing."
He leans over her, pressing his lips to her forehead as the light fades from her healed eyes. Without lifting his head, he begins to murmur:
Time flies, knells call, life passes, so hear my prayer.
Birth is nothing but Death begun, so hear my prayer.
Death is speechless, so hear my speech.
This is Old Mother, who served her fate and family well.
May the forgiving glance of Titania heal her heart.
May the warm embrace of Oberon raise her from the darkness of this earth.
Surround her, Lords, with light.
Fill her, Eachthighern, with strength.
If she is thirsty, give her water in the clearing.
If she is hungry, give her food in the clearing.
May her life in this world and the pain of her passing become as a dream to her waking soul, and let her eyes fall upon every lovely sight;
Let her find the friends that were lost to her, the loved ones long gone
This is Old Mother, who lived well, loved her own, and died as fate would have it.
Each of us owes Death. This is Old Mother. Give her peace.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Thank you for that lovely prayer." The elderly man says, wiping away a tear from his eye. "Her time came when it was ordained, and gives us a sliver of hope during the end of an era."
Looking to the soldier near him, the elderly man says, "gather the tribe. Our movement can begin in ernest. She informed me that when the heroes of the Fey came, we no longer would need to linger."
The group stands in awe as the remaining villagers cease their gathering and simply grab what they have and March off eastward. As the warrior walks past you all, he says, "best of luck to you. If you find it within yourselves to save my sister, tell her..." he makes a sigh with his hand off his forehead and brings it down to his other palm, and then waves his hand with his ring and middle finger towards his palms. (ASL for brother, and then love you)
Gilnur does his best to try to memorize the gesture made by the warrior and once the yuan-ti has his back to the group attempts to mimic it. "Where are y'all headed," he calls to the warrior.
Having received his answer, the dwarf then looks down to his open hand containing the item he pulled from the bag. He pulls out a jeweler's loop from his bag and takes a closer look at it. "I guess this little sidetrack wasn't a total loss," he says trying to convince himself and stuffs the small bone in a safe place. Watching the last of the villagers make their way out, he says to the group. "Well, he did say what was left we can have... Shall we?"
Desarian shrugs. "Might as well see if they left behind anything that might help us."
Calinar holds his palm out to Gilnur, with the small amber gem he received from the bag nestled there. "Would you examine mine as well, Gilnur? How do we know what they're supposed to do?"
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
DM, Not sure if you'll allow Xanathar's rules for tools.
Arcana. Proficiency with jeweler’s tools grants you knowledge about the reputed mystical uses of gems. This insight proves handy when you make Arcana checks related to gems or gem-encrusted items.
Investigation. When you inspect jeweled objects, your proficiency with jeweler’s tools aids you in picking out clues they might hold.
Examining my item was more an RP thing, but if it apply's to Cal's...
Gilnur plucks the gem from Calinar's hand. "Hmm. Nice little gem. Let's see if I can figure something out."
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While the party discusses the possibility of searching for anything of value, Artemis has a thoughtful look on his face and still seems to be slightly distracted by the recent events that transpired in the tent. He blinks his almond eyes to return his focus to the moment, and nods at Gilnur and Desarian's initiative.
"Yes, I suppose the smart thing would be to collect what we could. Though," Here the wood elf sighs softly, "I must say that the idea of taking these displaced people's possessions does leave a sour taste in my mouth. Do we sacrifice our moral scruples for a potential advantage against our impending challenge, or do we accept what the village elder gave her life to bequeath to us and leave the ghost of their home in peace?" Artemis shrugs a thin shoulder, "I have no answer to that questions, my brothers. Do what you feel is right."
With that the archer will leave the tent and, narrowing his keen eyes to find the figure he is looking for, go and find Kyra. The wood elf's mind still roils with the turbulent frenzy of images and sensations that the old woman's trial granted him; images too fragmented to piece together but haunting none the less. Still... far more haunting was the woman's dire predictions regarding Artemis' companions, and though the half-orc brawler was as tough a warrior as the archer had ever seen, even she could not entirely hide the impact those words had upon her. Kyra's peace of mind, especially before venturing forth into the Mist, was more important to Artemis than salvaging what he could from the village.
His light footsteps in the sand would herald his approach, but the elf didn't yet walk up too close to where Kyra stood. Giving the half-orc her space, Artemis let a moment pass in silence, just allowing her to know that he was there before he asked, "You okay?"
Gilnur, with tongue slightly protruding, continues to examine the paladin's gem. Without taking his eye away from his examination, he replies to the wood elf, "Bah, Get that nonsense out of your head, elf. We were invited to scavenge what we can when they leave."
Desarian nods at Gilnur's comment. "Beyond that, our mission is too important to not take every chance to give ourselves an edge. If there's anything in this village that can assist us, we would be neglecting our duty to not take advantage of it."
As the yuan ti leave, the warrior says, "we head to the boarders of the Blight in the east near thr Fey. If you fail, we buy ourselves another generation. Perhaps another group of heroes will survive where so many others have already failed."
OOC: feel free to make all the rolls you want. I will let you know if they apply. Xanathars took tools are great. I love it.
As Gilnur examines the amber piece he is handed, he can see the tiny matrix of magic flowing through it. It appears to focus and store light, and can produce some form of evocation magic. But it seems to be only a part of a whole. Without this piece the other will not work, and vice versa.
OOC: Jessica has been under the weather. She said she will post tomorrow.
OOC: laying in bed and cant sleep. Devon is putting our daughter down in the other room. Thanks though babe.
Kyra is crouching down in the dirt scrawling designs in the sand. As Artemis walks up and asks Kyra shrugs. "I was told from the beginning this was a long shot. Being fated to die though... well... we all gotta go sometime I guess. Just ducks ya know. It feels like 1 bad throw of the dice and you are done... life is weird isn't it."
Looking up at him, she says, "promise me this... when the time comes, dont let the rest of the party go down trying to bring me back or save me okay. Let me have as much of a warriors death as I can, and sing songs of heroism about me."
Wiping a tear from her eye, she sniffs with a tough snort and wipes her nose. "Out of the last 20+ heroes in the past century, only a few have survived to become archfey. 4 out of 6 surviving this mission would be good odds in my book."
OOC: When the time comes I hope it is heroic... but I already have a backup character and this will be my very first magic heavy character (I am new to dnd, and have only played a monk and a ranger this far.) So basically what I am saying is I am okay with it when it happens lol.
The wood elf listens in silence as the half-orc speaks, his large almond eyes watching as she voices her thoughts about the foreboding prediction aloud. He remains quiet for a moment after she finishes speaking, taking the time for formulate his own response before answering.
"I'll make you a deal." The hint of a smirk appears at the corner of the archer's mouth. "I will respect your wishes to keep the overall safety of our team and the success of our mission at the fore of my concern above your or anyone else's demise, and I will also help ensure to the best of my ability that anyone who falls will live on forever as a hero in the hearts and minds of our people. However, your side of this bargain is to not buy into an old woman's musings at face value. Seems to me," Here Artemis makes a thoughtful face, "if she had infallible knowledge of what was to come, she wouldn't have sent her own people forward to die in that Mist. She must've had hope, faith, and even though some form of arcane sight might have gifted her with some glimpse of what was to come, she still clung to the hope of success. That is your job now, Kyra. Don't accept defeat, however glorious or valiant, before the fight has even begun. You promise me that you'll fight with every inch of moxie that someone determined to survive can muster, and I promise that I'll let you die honorably if that is what fate has in store for you." The archer was grinning now, despite the morbid topic of conversation. Those surrounded by the mantle of death eventually had to learn to smile in the face of it, lest despair claim their spirit.
"Deal?"
Kyra sniffs and takes Artemis hand in a warriors grip. "Deal. Let's get going."
Kyra seems to be in better spirits.
Stop passing that crud around
Gilnur tosses the gem back to Calinar. "Well, my guess is that is the 'sun' that she referred to and we need to find the steel...but you probably figured that much out. It looks like it can store your light - maybe like your shield there, and then can be it released." He begins to walk away to begin his search of the village, then it appears a light just came on in his mind. "Let me see that." He snatches the amber jewel again and begins tracing it over the paladin's shield, looking for maybe some sort of socket which would accept the gem.
Investigation? 21
Gilnur spends a few minutes looking at the shield trying to find a slot for it, and while it was a good idea, there does not appear to be anything that it would slide into. While looking at it though, you do notice Cal's rapier. At the bottom of the hilt, there is a pommel balance weight, and comparing it to the amber, it looks similar in size and shape.
"Well, nothing on your shield here, but... Yes! Here we are. This looks promising." Gilnur taps on the hilt of the rapier with the amber gem. "I don't know if this is something I can help with. Might need to find a smith. I would hate to unbalance your blade there, making it a less reliable, if I'm not able to fit your gem correctly."
Gilnur shrugs. "Not even sure if it would do any good for this sword anyways. I imagine something like this may be more suitable for a more...special sword." The cleric hands the gem back to the paladin. "Let's see what we can find here so we can get a move on."
Gilnur begins his search of the buildings in the village for anything of value. He says a quick prayer to his goddess for assistance in the task.
Investigation: 27 (should anyone assist 20)