Necromancer's Delusion-Homebrew

Jinara asks the gnome gentlemen "Any healing potions?"

A small case of 12 potions of healing weighing 20 lbs is brought to you. "Two for each of you" says the gnome.

"Thank you. I did not catch you name sir gnome!"

"Lieutenant Arigrim Timbers" the gnome says while puffing out his chest and raising his chin.  "If ya have need of anything else have at it or move along.  In case ya haven't noticed there's a war going on and mission or no mission I have a job to do."

Jinara looks around the tables of the quartermaster's tent one last time before heading outside to wait for the rest of the group. As he departs, "Davara thanks you!" and presents his arcane hand in the form of a thumbs up signaling his satisfaction, then dismisses it.

Gabriel watches the exchange with amusion. "We'll all be dead in an hour anyway. " He thinks. "They may spend their last minutes as they will. "

Mucor would take two casks of alchemists fire and place them in the bag of holding he already has on him. "Why don't one of you take the other bag" he will say with a smile before picking up two healing potions and tossing them inside as well. The minotaur would try to think of anything else he may need but after a moment or two he would look to the others and with a snort mention that he is ready to go. 

The soldier pipes up after a few minutes and says, "If you're done here I can take you to the griffon rider camp." and heads towards the exit.

"Say your prayers." Gabriel mutters grimly as he moves to follow. Then he pauses. Without looking back, he adds, "And you're a better lot than any to die beside." Then he exits the tent.

As Gabriel exits the tent, Jinara standing a few feet away says in Celestial "I have heard stories of the role you serve across Eraas. Zorin, and his followers, play a crucial role in maintaining the balance of power. I hope one day to know your experiences...assuming we survive tonight. In case we do not survive, what is your true name? I only know you by what they call you in the stories; The High Executioner." Jinara motions his fingers in the air, mumbles a few sounds, and changes the seams on his cloak to match the green in Gabriel's eyes. He then bows ever so slightly, no more than 6 inches, in respect. Upon returning to his normal height, Jinara's seams return to silver.

"Is your Gabriel always so grim?" Jubilant asked drily, skritching Posie's ears. She turned to look at the gnome. "I need somewhere to put my magic cat. She's very fragile." No, Posie was not magic (unless you counted her natural charms), but she found people more willing to listen when she said that. "I'm willing to pay gold. Who do I ask to watch her before we go? Do you have a stablemaster? Maybe someone with a nice polite tom cat?"

"Is your Gabriel always so grim?" Jubilant asked drily, skritching Posie's ears. She turned to look at the gnome. "I need somewhere to put my magic cat. She's very fragile." No, Posie was not magic (unless you counted her natural charms), but she found people more willing to listen when she said that. "I'm willing to pay gold. Who do I ask to watch her before we go? Do you have a stablemaster? Maybe someone with a nice polite tom cat?"

(Hope you're feeling better!)

The gnome cocks his head to one side and gives you an awkward glare for a moment before uttering "Not here lassy.  Maybe the griffon riders'll watch em.  Closest thing to animal lovers you'll find around here."

Gabriel turns to Jinara, a rare half-smile softening his countenance. He replies in celestial as well. "I was unaware that I was known outside the order. I am Gabriel. It is indeed a rare occurrence to meet a fellow aasimar. What brings you to the front lines, and to throw away your life on such a foolish mission?"

Jinara's ears perk up at the word 'order' as he has knowledge of the order. "Pleasure Gabriel. I'm curious about your order and how you became apart it. History has always intrigued me. Since your are first aasimar I've met besides myself, that really peaks my interest!" he continues in celestial. "The desire to experience this world! Growing up in Davara's temple, reading books and stories about gods, men and creatures of power, only gives you so much knowledge of Eraas. When I left and made my was towards Riverwood, then ended up crossing paths with one of Colonel Stoneheart's men who brought me here. I didn't plan on being a part of the war, nor on the front lines, but based on what I heard back there, I believe I can be an asset." 

((Thank you! I should be posting regularly again.

Jubilant sighed, tucking the cat into her bag, letting Posie poke her head out. "Ah, knulla. S'pose I'll be asking them, then." she turned and followed the others out of the tent. She mumbled something in Infernal under her breath, making small motions with her hand. Inky darkness slipped from between her fingers, riding up her arms and forming the shadowy shapes curling up across her body as she cast Flock of Familiars. After one minute, the shadows solidified into the form of four black ravens, perched on her horns and shoulders. She would put a hand on Mucor's shoulder as her eyes went glassy as she let her vision pass into the ravens. "Come now little friends! Ett, Tva, Tre, Fyra! Time get to work!" She would send them out at various angles towards the enemy camp they were headed for, so she could scout ahead.

Perception for each of the ravens (using raven's stats, not Jubilant's) 21 4 21 17

Gabriel nods. "I never knew anything other than the order. My first memories are of cold cathedrals and tall men in clerical robes. I was born a Sin Reaper, and Zorin willing, I'll die a Sin Reaper. "

Jinara takes note of the tiefling's ravens and their departure, but doesn't break the conversation. "Sounds familiar. I am sure we are about to take giffon ride shortly, but until then, how did you come to know your aasimar race? Did the order tell you? Walking the halls of Davara's temple, all I saw were men in hooded robes and their faces were hidden. I did not know I was different until fell into that knowledge by accident." 

Gabriel laughs. "I have walked many strange roads, and read things which should never have been written. I knew death before I understood the concept of life. I have seen things which would have driven a normal man to insanity. " He shakes his head. "And you ask me if I have ever seen another aasimar. But tell me more about your order."

Jubilant:

           As the ravens take flight and head east, two part ways to the north and south while the middle two gradually drift apart. Crossing over the tranches and barricades of the Azuven front two poison barrels smash into the ground exploding into toxic fumes. The southernmost raven is consumed in the poisonous cloud and it's vision disappears. As the remaining three ravens cross over the enemy trench you see swarms of orc and goblin zombies. Some missing arms or chunks of flesh while others still have arrows and bolts protruding from their bodies.
          As the ravens progress even further east the two northern most ravens approach the two massive trebuchets. Set about 400 feet apart the siege weapons are prepped to propel another projectile. Four hulking ogres and a dozen orcs tend to the northernmost trebuchet while three ogres and 15 orcs work on the southern trebuchet. Guarding each trebuchet's front and sides is a large wooden palisade with rows of long wooden spikes protruding out from the wall. Atop the ramparts of the palisade are 4 goblins. The trebuchets are primarily constructed of wood with iron joints and bone decoration. Standing nearly 60 feet tall these massive weapons of war each prepare to throw a cluster of three barrels towards the front line.
          The southernmost raven locates the rocky protrusion in the relatively flat desert landscape. Circling about the area the raven sees no signs of enemy troops. Instead the raven sees three griffon riders practicing their landing between the jagged cliffs of the eroding monolith. Four other griffon riders fly around keeping watch over the area to make sure their presence isn't noted. After the third griffon makes a successful landing the griffon riders congregate back in the air and begin to fly back towards friendly territory.
          Further beyond the trebuchets a single caravan of carts, orcs and ogres can be seen heading away from the trebuchets before your vision begins to blur as the ravens reach the end of their range and turn back around. (You can redirect them wherever you like now)

Group:

               You each make your way out of the supply depot, Mucor guiding Jubilant, as six thumps and puffs of greenish black clouds appear around the front. These miniature clouds hover over the front rather than rise like smoke. The wind causes the clouds to drift southeast along part of the line and back towards the enemy line before the clouds slowly dissipate into the air.
                Following the soldier, you make your way to the northernmost part of the camp. A small picket style fence separates this section from the rest of the others. 20 tall tents partially stuffed with bales of hay sit in two columns of 10. The bales of hay have been constructed similar to a large bird nest and sitting in 5 of the tents are large griffons. Three have golden brown feathers across the majority of their bodies with white heads and tails. The other two have dark brown feathers with dark emerald green highlights and a dull golden crest on their head.  
              As the guards allow you to enter through the gate 7 griffons fly overhead and land between the columns of tents. Landing last is a black feathered griffon with deep navy-blue highlights and dark green crest. Dismounting from the dark beast is a human female who quickly strides up to the group with her hand outstretched and says, “You must be the brave volunteers. Captain Ailema at your service. We just finished scouting and practicing our run for tomorrow night.”