(Mucor's passive perception is 25 so I assume he noticed?)
Mucor would relax and thoroughly enjoy his bath. Baths were still somewhat new to him. growing up in the swamps he almost never bathed unless he happened to get caught in a rain storm. It wasn't until he started attempting to join normal society that he had started to make his way into the occasional pond or river to work the worst of the dirt and grime from his fur. The minotaur would give a small snort through his nose and a wide smile would spread across his face as he heard the occasional sniff and quick scrubbing behind him. when she spins him around he would wrap his arms around her and kiss passionately. As he felt her body against his, he would begin to mimic her movements as he started to get more confident and comfortable with this new experience.
Later Mucor would follow Aryn and join the others as they prepared to depart. When they arrived in the new location, Mucor would look around and smile at how so many races that used to be enemies seem to be getting along. he would take note of the area and watch and listen to what is said.
"I'm down to split up. If it helps our chances might as well go for it. Jinara do you want the love birds or Torq and Cedany?" Gaelin asks with a chuckle half expecting to feel a dagger in his back.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
"Torq and Cedany if that is ok." Jinara says. "If either group runs into any danger, then we each are fairly balanced with martial and arcane. Allow me a moment. I have been off the last little bit. With everything going on with my family and my crazy double life, I lost myself. I want each of you to know that I am here. I am still a part of this amazing family and look forward to standing beside all of you as we face this next test..." Jinara continues for a few more minutes in order to use his Inspiring Leader Feat. All of us get 22 temporary HP.
If allowed, Gaelin will inspire Jinara before they split. “I’ll take em. It’ll be like a double date. And no worries brother. We are all in this together.” He says and gives him a fist bump.
The two parties split at the bottom of the staircase leading out from what you now see is a tall stone tower. Waving politely the mage bows and disappears back into the tower leaving each group to begin their intel mission.
Jinara, Cedany and Torq wander off to the north towards a large cluster of orcs in a small marketplace. Though Jinara is quite eloquent and each orc receptive to conversation you don't gain any useful information beyond what you already have. When prompted they recollect stories told about strange creatures to the southwest in the Arak desert. Some say its near the Blowing Peaks while other say its closer to the Smoking Hills, but the stories are all similar in that they depict clusters of undead or strange dark monsters akin to ones in nightmares. When you ask about tribes around the Withering Peaks you hear stories of the Blackrock clan, Frostwolf clan and Warsong clan that all inhabit the area. While the information gained is good it is still too broad to narrow your search area.
Aryn, Gaelin, Mucor and Valeera head southeast in a round about path towards the gate. Periodically Gaelin gauges passers by and tries to converse with them. Most are receptive, holding out their hand for charity while others just sulk by too bothered to chat. A couple flat out refuse to talk to you due to the presence of Aryn and Mucor and murmur under their breath degrading elf slang. You do come across a pair of lighter tan skinned orcs appearing less as refugees and more of a humanitarian vibe. After they finish handing out some dried food to a cluster of children Gaelin approaches. They are a bit restrained at first but mention they are from the Warsong clan that resides near the southern grassland below the Withering Peaks. After a bit of discussion they inform you that the chief of the Blackrock Clan is Urzok Saurfang, a giant of an orc who is said to have slain a dragon singlehandedly and that they are located on the northern part of the Withering Peaks. When you ask about any disturbances in the Arak desert they shrug unaware of anything important and you part ways.
Both groups continue towards the gate conversing as they move and meet up after a little over an hour and share information. Standing near the opening of the gate you see the long caravan of refugees that stretches out for miles. A local human guard approaches noticing your group, which stands out in a sea of orcs and goblins. "Hey, what's going on... wait... Are you guys... are you all the Lightbringers? It has to be you. Torq, the avian soldier turned hero, the beautiful and deadly brother and sister duo. The sorcerer with fiery eyes... Where's the Minotaur man?" he asks loudly then quickly lowers his voice inching closer and closer after partially recognizing you.
Mucor would have given coins and any extra food he had on him to anyone asking for a handout.
"Well, actually. The minotaur man is me.. was me?" Mucor replies as he plays with his ring of alteration on his hand. He would then glance off towards some of the folks that refused to talk to them on account of them being elves before transforming into his minotaur form once again. his body and clothing would grow as horns sprouted from his head and hair covered his body. In an instant he would transform into the Minotaur he used to be for so many years... only much cleaner and better smelling. The sun would reflect off of his shinny fur coat as he looked down towards the human guard. "with the help of my friends, I have been able to overcome the curse that caused me to look this way for so long." He would say as he looks towards his companions, his gaze settling on Aryn for a moment longer than the rest before looking back to the guard. "I do get the impression that perhaps I would be treated better here if I kept this appearance. It seems many of you do not like elves. I am used to being looked down upon, but it is the first time it has happened since my transformation to an elf." He would add as he rubbed his scruffy chin.
Aryn chuckles at Mucor's transformation being cleaner and smelling nice even leaning over and giving him a playful sniff. She'll turn towards the guard and say, "Yes. We are. We are about to head out of the city. Could you do us a favor and tell the guards not to freak out if they see a dragon fly overhead? We'll try to be out of sight pretty quickly but just in case, we don't want to cause hysteria."
The guard nods a bit of confusion on his face but still awestruck at the sight of the group. "Yea... most orcs seem to have a never ending grudge against elves. umm yeah, that shouldn't be a problem." he says looking more confused at Aryn. His head swivels a bit as if he's looking for the aforementioned dragon but after a moment he shrugs and bows. "I'll let them know. Good fortunes on your journey." You make your way out of the city and begin south at first passing the caravan but eventually heading out of sight.
Where are you heading first?
I need a survival roll, two perception rolls and a d12 roll.
You walk for about a half mile before you determine you are relatively out of sight, at least out of mind of the caravan and city inhabitants. Valeera transforms and you each climb onto her back. She takes three long bounding steps before lifting off into the sky. She climbs slowly to keep from shaking off the group and within a few minutes she levels out at 1500 feet. You see the sprawling fortress city of Razzil to the north and the thin line of caravan that stretches out across the ground. Gaelin takes a moment to cast his spell and indicates the direction of the Withering Peaks to the southeast. Valeera adjusts her heading and you fly off in pursuit of your first of many quests.
The trip is both beautiful and boring as you glide rapidly through the sky. You follow partially follow the path of the river and can see its nutritious impact on the land around it. To the east of the river a lush grassland flows out towards the Titan Highlands. Just a few miles west you see the grassy plains abruptly transition to the harsh Arak Desert. After 4 hours your stomach begin to rumble and you eat a quick meal of dried fruits and meats aboard Valeera Airways. The following four hours are tiring and hot as the hot sun continues to bake away at your skin as you occasionally snack to keep off the boredom and hunger. Each scattered cloud that passes over is a welcomed reprieve from the heat. The hot sun now rests on the western horizon giving you roughly 3-4 hours of daylight left. A few miles ahead you see the river branching out to the east while the main channel continues south.
Aryn and Mucor- despite your eagle eyed vision you can't see any mountain ranges to the southeast. As you near the 7th hour of travel, even the Titan highlands begin to become blurry in the distant clouds appearing more as large dark mounds than towering snowcapped monoliths. The river valley is lush with wildlife varying from temperate forest to rainforest around the 5 hour mark.
Mucor- you would know that, based on your current location (near the fork in the river), current pace and layout of the map, you are a little over 3 days away from the Withering Peaks based if you travel at fast pace for 8 hours a day.
(Will you continue to fly? Where will you setup camp to rest? Valeera will have advantage on Con saves for exhaustion until the 10 hour mark, then she will have a straight roll until the 13 hour mark. Beyond 13 hours her Con saves will be at disadvantage.)
Everyone make two constitution saves. (1st is DC 10, 2nd is DC 12) If you fail one save you gain one level of exhaustion and are dehydrated. If you fail both saves to gain a second level of exhaustion and are sunburnt.
(Mechanics question. If I cast Control Weather, is that based on the location which it is cast or me as the caster? I believe it is me, but I wanted to ask)
(@Jinara, you and I had similar ideas. I was going to ask if I could cast Tiny Hut on Valeera's back. I didn't prepare it today but would tomorrow if it would work.)
Gaelin will burn two 5th level slots to cast Greater Restoration on himself and drink whatever is left from his water skin.
(Mucor's passive perception is 25 so I assume he noticed?)
Mucor would relax and thoroughly enjoy his bath. Baths were still somewhat new to him. growing up in the swamps he almost never bathed unless he happened to get caught in a rain storm. It wasn't until he started attempting to join normal society that he had started to make his way into the occasional pond or river to work the worst of the dirt and grime from his fur. The minotaur would give a small snort through his nose and a wide smile would spread across his face as he heard the occasional sniff and quick scrubbing behind him. when she spins him around he would wrap his arms around her and kiss passionately. As he felt her body against his, he would begin to mimic her movements as he started to get more confident and comfortable with this new experience.
Later Mucor would follow Aryn and join the others as they prepared to depart. When they arrived in the new location, Mucor would look around and smile at how so many races that used to be enemies seem to be getting along. he would take note of the area and watch and listen to what is said.
(@Mucor- Oh ya, you'd definitely notice.)
If you are going to ask around I need a perception check/s (one for each group if you decide to split) and a persuasion check/s (one for each group).
"I'm down to split up. If it helps our chances might as well go for it. Jinara do you want the love birds or Torq and Cedany?" Gaelin asks with a chuckle half expecting to feel a dagger in his back.
Perception: 19 Persuasion: 17
"Torq and Cedany if that is ok." Jinara says. "If either group runs into any danger, then we each are fairly balanced with martial and arcane. Allow me a moment. I have been off the last little bit. With everything going on with my family and my crazy double life, I lost myself. I want each of you to know that I am here. I am still a part of this amazing family and look forward to standing beside all of you as we face this next test..." Jinara continues for a few more minutes in order to use his Inspiring Leader Feat. All of us get 22 temporary HP.
Perception: 20 Persuasion: 17
If allowed, Gaelin will inspire Jinara before they split.
“I’ll take em. It’ll be like a double date. And no worries brother. We are all in this together.” He says and gives him a fist bump.
you can add a d12 to your roll
If i can use it, I'll add it to my perception check
1
(That's just cruel)
Aryn lets the less than subtle dig go and smiles back at her brother.
The two parties split at the bottom of the staircase leading out from what you now see is a tall stone tower. Waving politely the mage bows and disappears back into the tower leaving each group to begin their intel mission.
Jinara, Cedany and Torq wander off to the north towards a large cluster of orcs in a small marketplace. Though Jinara is quite eloquent and each orc receptive to conversation you don't gain any useful information beyond what you already have. When prompted they recollect stories told about strange creatures to the southwest in the Arak desert. Some say its near the Blowing Peaks while other say its closer to the Smoking Hills, but the stories are all similar in that they depict clusters of undead or strange dark monsters akin to ones in nightmares. When you ask about tribes around the Withering Peaks you hear stories of the Blackrock clan, Frostwolf clan and Warsong clan that all inhabit the area. While the information gained is good it is still too broad to narrow your search area.
Aryn, Gaelin, Mucor and Valeera head southeast in a round about path towards the gate. Periodically Gaelin gauges passers by and tries to converse with them. Most are receptive, holding out their hand for charity while others just sulk by too bothered to chat. A couple flat out refuse to talk to you due to the presence of Aryn and Mucor and murmur under their breath degrading elf slang. You do come across a pair of lighter tan skinned orcs appearing less as refugees and more of a humanitarian vibe. After they finish handing out some dried food to a cluster of children Gaelin approaches. They are a bit restrained at first but mention they are from the Warsong clan that resides near the southern grassland below the Withering Peaks. After a bit of discussion they inform you that the chief of the Blackrock Clan is Urzok Saurfang, a giant of an orc who is said to have slain a dragon singlehandedly and that they are located on the northern part of the Withering Peaks. When you ask about any disturbances in the Arak desert they shrug unaware of anything important and you part ways.
Both groups continue towards the gate conversing as they move and meet up after a little over an hour and share information. Standing near the opening of the gate you see the long caravan of refugees that stretches out for miles. A local human guard approaches noticing your group, which stands out in a sea of orcs and goblins. "Hey, what's going on... wait... Are you guys... are you all the Lightbringers? It has to be you. Torq, the avian soldier turned hero, the beautiful and deadly brother and sister duo. The sorcerer with fiery eyes... Where's the Minotaur man?" he asks loudly then quickly lowers his voice inching closer and closer after partially recognizing you.
Mucor would have given coins and any extra food he had on him to anyone asking for a handout.
"Well, actually. The minotaur man is me.. was me?" Mucor replies as he plays with his ring of alteration on his hand. He would then glance off towards some of the folks that refused to talk to them on account of them being elves before transforming into his minotaur form once again. his body and clothing would grow as horns sprouted from his head and hair covered his body. In an instant he would transform into the Minotaur he used to be for so many years... only much cleaner and better smelling. The sun would reflect off of his shinny fur coat as he looked down towards the human guard. "with the help of my friends, I have been able to overcome the curse that caused me to look this way for so long." He would say as he looks towards his companions, his gaze settling on Aryn for a moment longer than the rest before looking back to the guard. "I do get the impression that perhaps I would be treated better here if I kept this appearance. It seems many of you do not like elves. I am used to being looked down upon, but it is the first time it has happened since my transformation to an elf." He would add as he rubbed his scruffy chin.
Aryn chuckles at Mucor's transformation being cleaner and smelling nice even leaning over and giving him a playful sniff. She'll turn towards the guard and say, "Yes. We are. We are about to head out of the city. Could you do us a favor and tell the guards not to freak out if they see a dragon fly overhead? We'll try to be out of sight pretty quickly but just in case, we don't want to cause hysteria."
The guard nods a bit of confusion on his face but still awestruck at the sight of the group. "Yea... most orcs seem to have a never ending grudge against elves. umm yeah, that shouldn't be a problem." he says looking more confused at Aryn. His head swivels a bit as if he's looking for the aforementioned dragon but after a moment he shrugs and bows. "I'll let them know. Good fortunes on your journey." You make your way out of the city and begin south at first passing the caravan but eventually heading out of sight.
Where are you heading first?
I need a survival roll, two perception rolls and a d12 roll.
Perception: 31
D12: 4
(Withering Peaks?)
Mucor perception! 25
survival only if no one else wants to.. 18
Once they are up and flying Gaelin will cast Find the Path focusing on the Withering Peaks.
Torq will just sit back and relax on Valeera's back enjoying the view and wind against his face.
You walk for about a half mile before you determine you are relatively out of sight, at least out of mind of the caravan and city inhabitants. Valeera transforms and you each climb onto her back. She takes three long bounding steps before lifting off into the sky. She climbs slowly to keep from shaking off the group and within a few minutes she levels out at 1500 feet. You see the sprawling fortress city of Razzil to the north and the thin line of caravan that stretches out across the ground. Gaelin takes a moment to cast his spell and indicates the direction of the Withering Peaks to the southeast. Valeera adjusts her heading and you fly off in pursuit of your first of many quests.
The trip is both beautiful and boring as you glide rapidly through the sky. You follow partially follow the path of the river and can see its nutritious impact on the land around it. To the east of the river a lush grassland flows out towards the Titan Highlands. Just a few miles west you see the grassy plains abruptly transition to the harsh Arak Desert. After 4 hours your stomach begin to rumble and you eat a quick meal of dried fruits and meats aboard Valeera Airways. The following four hours are tiring and hot as the hot sun continues to bake away at your skin as you occasionally snack to keep off the boredom and hunger. Each scattered cloud that passes over is a welcomed reprieve from the heat. The hot sun now rests on the western horizon giving you roughly 3-4 hours of daylight left. A few miles ahead you see the river branching out to the east while the main channel continues south.
Aryn and Mucor- despite your eagle eyed vision you can't see any mountain ranges to the southeast. As you near the 7th hour of travel, even the Titan highlands begin to become blurry in the distant clouds appearing more as large dark mounds than towering snowcapped monoliths. The river valley is lush with wildlife varying from temperate forest to rainforest around the 5 hour mark.
Mucor- you would know that, based on your current location (near the fork in the river), current pace and layout of the map, you are a little over 3 days away from the Withering Peaks based if you travel at fast pace for 8 hours a day.
(Will you continue to fly? Where will you setup camp to rest? Valeera will have advantage on Con saves for exhaustion until the 10 hour mark, then she will have a straight roll until the 13 hour mark. Beyond 13 hours her Con saves will be at disadvantage.)
Everyone make two constitution saves. (1st is DC 10, 2nd is DC 12) If you fail one save you gain one level of exhaustion and are dehydrated. If you fail both saves to gain a second level of exhaustion and are sunburnt.
Con Save 15
Con Save 19
(Mechanics question. If I cast Control Weather, is that based on the location which it is cast or me as the caster? I believe it is me, but I wanted to ask)
Con save: 18 18
(@Jinara, you and I had similar ideas. I was going to ask if I could cast Tiny Hut on Valeera's back. I didn't prepare it today but would tomorrow if it would work.)
Gaelin will burn two 5th level slots to cast Greater Restoration on himself and drink whatever is left from his water skin.
Con: 8
Con: 16
(@Gaelin, think you could hand out another spell for your sister?)
Torq is completely unbothered and may even nap along the way.