HDP would wait, letting the older man lead the way, and he would be last in the tent.
Before entering, he would look to the wall where his friends are, then give them a gesture to let them know to approach before following into the tent.
He will stand, seeing as how there are not a lot of seats. Overhearing Glyn, he will also pipe up.
yes, that is quite good work. I have thought of getting some ink myself. I have heard all markings like this have significance. What do yours mean?
Ian will also make his way forward, and will poke his head in and introduce himself, but will stay outside. He does not like the Zombies. They give him the creeps, and he is on edge outside the tent.
OOC: The door to the tent is on the opposite side from the wall where Ian, Rock and Gruxx are hiding.
As soon as the trio begins climbing over the wall to enter the ruin, the closest zombies begin moaning and shambling toward them. Inside the tent, Hamun shuts his mouth and looks alarmed. "Something's happening outside." He jumps to his feet and hurries outside with HDP and Glyn following. As they come around the side of the tent, they see an elf, a human and a dragonborn standing just inside the broken wall. They are identified, and Hamun once again calls off his "dogs". The three introduce themselves, but Hamun doesn't appear to want to return to the tent interior because of the party size. He instructs two zombies to retrieve the cot, chair and chest from inside the tent and bring them out to a small grassy area beside a well at the center of the ruin. "We have maybe an hour before we should bed down," the red-robed man says, sitting on the chest again. He looks at the three newcomers. "Your friend has offered to help guard me and my zombies against any orc raiders. He says you are hunting them."
OOC - So HDP would have hung back a tiny bit, I suppose, until the man ducked into the tent, then waved them forward before going into the tent himself.
Now that they are out of the tent, HDP will allow himself to sit on the cot, assuming Glyn is going to take his spot back on the chair.
Ian hesitantly joins HDP on the cot, his eyes still on the zombies, not concealing the fact that he is a bit unnerved by them.
HDP pays him no mind, turning back to Hamun with the ease of an old friend, saying
Hamun, yes, we are hunting orcs, but that is trivial compared to you! What are you and your...friends...doing here? In the middle of nowhere? it must be lonely out here all by yourself.
Hamun smiles at the bard. "Research," he says matter-of-factly. "This place is called Old Owl Well. Rumor has it a wizard built the tower, but little is known of who or why. And concerning my tattoos," he says, turning to the elves, "where I'm from, wizards regularly pattern their skin with tattoos." He gives a little shrug. "I've noticed that isn't a practice held everywhere, but it is where I'm from."
HDP, hearing this, leans in towards Hamun, and says "Do you know how to pattern the skin? Could you give me a tattoo? Are they magical, or just marking?"
Ian leans in as well, but he is more curious about the first part, he says " You didnt really answer the question. I dont see any tower here, so what are you researching if there is no tower?"
As you crest a low ridge, you spy the crumbling ruins of an old watchtower about 100 feet away standing amid the rugged hills. The place is so old that the walls are only mounds of rubble enclosing a courtyard of sorts, adjacent to the broken stump of an old tower. A colorful tent has been set up in the middle of the courtyard, but no one is in sight.
Do you still ask about the tower?
Hamun smiles after Herr Doktor asks about his tattoos. "No, I'm not an artist. Well, not unless you consider wielding the arcane an art. But certainly not of tattoos. And, no, these are not magical."
Ian does ask about the tower, but I will rephrase:
Ian leans forward and asks: "A wizards tower? Sure doesnt look like it survived very well. What happened to it? Have you found anything in your research?"
Glynquinal to Hamun, "The Spider may not be locsl, but we have ran across some people he has influence over in Phandalin. The results were...unpleasant."
Glynquinal to Hamun, "Thank you. The experiences were profound, altering my path. We don't have much daylight left. I'll take the first watch for the evening. It's been a pleasure to meet you Hamun."
Glynquinal scouts for a place to take up the watch, and begins his evening preparations. Speaking quietly a little off from the others where he can't be heard, he says a light prayer for the evening
Hamun gets a good night's sleep in his tent after having a couple zombies move his cot back inside. The party takes turns keeping watch, sleeping outside. Nothing happens overnight.
The next morning, Hamun greets the party. "I'm assuming no news is good news, and that we didn't have any orc visitors. Will you stay another night, or do you have a trail you're following?" He points again. "I saw them that way, so perhaps in that direction?" Looking in the direction the red-robed man is pointing, the party can see Wyvern Tor in the not-too-far distance.
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Help, I am Rock Squeshi of the Dragonborn, Rock will bow.
HDP would wait, letting the older man lead the way, and he would be last in the tent.
Before entering, he would look to the wall where his friends are, then give them a gesture to let them know to approach before following into the tent.
He will stand, seeing as how there are not a lot of seats. Overhearing Glyn, he will also pipe up.
yes, that is quite good work. I have thought of getting some ink myself. I have heard all markings like this have significance. What do yours mean?
Ian will also make his way forward, and will poke his head in and introduce himself, but will stay outside. He does not like the Zombies. They give him the creeps, and he is on edge outside the tent.
OOC: The door to the tent is on the opposite side from the wall where Ian, Rock and Gruxx are hiding.
As soon as the trio begins climbing over the wall to enter the ruin, the closest zombies begin moaning and shambling toward them. Inside the tent, Hamun shuts his mouth and looks alarmed. "Something's happening outside." He jumps to his feet and hurries outside with HDP and Glyn following. As they come around the side of the tent, they see an elf, a human and a dragonborn standing just inside the broken wall. They are identified, and Hamun once again calls off his "dogs". The three introduce themselves, but Hamun doesn't appear to want to return to the tent interior because of the party size. He instructs two zombies to retrieve the cot, chair and chest from inside the tent and bring them out to a small grassy area beside a well at the center of the ruin. "We have maybe an hour before we should bed down," the red-robed man says, sitting on the chest again. He looks at the three newcomers. "Your friend has offered to help guard me and my zombies against any orc raiders. He says you are hunting them."
OOC - So HDP would have hung back a tiny bit, I suppose, until the man ducked into the tent, then waved them forward before going into the tent himself.
Now that they are out of the tent, HDP will allow himself to sit on the cot, assuming Glyn is going to take his spot back on the chair.
Ian hesitantly joins HDP on the cot, his eyes still on the zombies, not concealing the fact that he is a bit unnerved by them.
HDP pays him no mind, turning back to Hamun with the ease of an old friend, saying
Hamun, yes, we are hunting orcs, but that is trivial compared to you! What are you and your...friends...doing here? In the middle of nowhere? it must be lonely out here all by yourself.
Gruxx motions to his glaive.
"Any time I get a chance to fight some orcs off I'm glad to do so."
Hamun smiles at the bard. "Research," he says matter-of-factly. "This place is called Old Owl Well. Rumor has it a wizard built the tower, but little is known of who or why. And concerning my tattoos," he says, turning to the elves, "where I'm from, wizards regularly pattern their skin with tattoos." He gives a little shrug. "I've noticed that isn't a practice held everywhere, but it is where I'm from."
HDP, hearing this, leans in towards Hamun, and says "Do you know how to pattern the skin? Could you give me a tattoo? Are they magical, or just marking?"
Ian leans in as well, but he is more curious about the first part, he says " You didnt really answer the question. I dont see any tower here, so what are you researching if there is no tower?"
This was the original description:
Do you still ask about the tower?
Hamun smiles after Herr Doktor asks about his tattoos. "No, I'm not an artist. Well, not unless you consider wielding the arcane an art. But certainly not of tattoos. And, no, these are not magical."
"Hamun have you heard of a wizard that calls himself Spider?"
Gruxx listens intently at Rock’s question.
Hamun thinks: 21
The red-robed figure slowly shakes his head. "It doesn't sound familiar. Is this a local wizard here on the Sword Coast?"
Ian does ask about the tower, but I will rephrase:
Ian leans forward and asks: "A wizards tower? Sure doesnt look like it survived very well. What happened to it? Have you found anything in your research?"
Glynquinal to Hamun, "The Spider may not be locsl, but we have ran across some people he has influence over in Phandalin. The results were...unpleasant."
Hamun answers Ian, "No, not anything yet." To Glynquinal, he says, "I'm sorry to hear that."
There is about 30 minutes of daylight left.
Glynquinal to Hamun, "Thank you. The experiences were profound, altering my path. We don't have much daylight left. I'll take the first watch for the evening. It's been a pleasure to meet you Hamun."
Glynquinal scouts for a place to take up the watch, and begins his evening preparations. Speaking quietly a little off from the others where he can't be heard, he says a light prayer for the evening
Rock will also take first watch, with his goggles and great axe.
Hamun points southeast. "I saw the orcs there." The others can see a small rise about 50 to 100 feet away.
Gruxx will take second watch and pay a keen interest to the southeast.
”If I hear any Orcs I’ll be sure to awake everyone.”
Let's keep this moving.
Hamun gets a good night's sleep in his tent after having a couple zombies move his cot back inside. The party takes turns keeping watch, sleeping outside. Nothing happens overnight.
The next morning, Hamun greets the party. "I'm assuming no news is good news, and that we didn't have any orc visitors. Will you stay another night, or do you have a trail you're following?" He points again. "I saw them that way, so perhaps in that direction?" Looking in the direction the red-robed man is pointing, the party can see Wyvern Tor in the not-too-far distance.