To Strix, Vaz & Dekhan: "Why don't we return to the inn, Zhudala can scout towards the Broken Lance tavern, and in an hour we scope out the watch post?" He begins to follow Vaz to the Mermaid.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Strix glares at the {Insert Zhu's current form here!} for stealing his fun but meekly acquiesces, trailing after the others towards the Mermaid. As he walks he pokes at the holes in his shirt were the wounds should be, noting with some wonder that a few of the corresponding holes in his skin have been knitted closed by the warlock's magic. The wonder turns to horror as he realises the implications of this, and he begins to paw at his face, ensuring that his mouth and nostrils haven't also healed up. The horror begins to mount as he realises that sooner or later he'll have to use the bathroom but he's not sure he still can, though he swiftly reins the panic in through some focused breathing. The serenity to accept what he cannot control washes all doubt away.
Varinth, Dekhan, Incantis and Strix are back at the Blushing Mermaid. The common room is quiet but still open for business. Scupper has indeed snuck off somewhere, not unprecedentedly.
Are you sending Zhudala off on a mission? Occasional warging into her is compatible with a short rest, but not sustained warging, if that makes sense.
Varinth is headed off to bed. What is everyone else doing?
I'm sending Zhudala on a scouting mission to find the Broken Lance tavern & scout around it. Incantis will warg in periodically as that makes perfect sense, but will give Zhudala the agency to shapeshift and take initiative.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Incantis senses Strix's disappointment. "What's worse, missing this opportunity or missing your life force? There will be excitement for us yet; hone your body and mind, we leave in an hour."
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Strix harrumphs and finds a chair he can scrape out of the way, then sits cross-legged and rotates his consciousness, recentering his energy periodically at different points in his body until he feelsrestored.
Dekhan looks at Strix, down at his drink and the. Back at Strix again. Strix, do you think you could teach me to do that? To quiet your mind? Find stillness? Balance your savage impulses and your rational mind?
Strix focuses one eye on Dekhan, the other remaining curiously distracted by something in the middle distance.
"What to teach? Air go in. Air come out. All is as all should be. First thing new babe learn."
You are such a terrible liar. You really ought not even try to -
"Mind never quiet. But can be ignored"
That last word seemed to require a little more effort than the others. He closes his eyes, exhaling slowly though it hitches a little.
"Feel hearts beat. Slow, steady, calm. Is heart of man, yes? Man not savage. Beast beat quick. But can cage beast. Build cage tall. Build cage strong. Cage hold."
There is a slight note of agitation creeping into his voice, his breathing perhaps not as measured as when he first began speaking.
Incantis nods in agreement, taking a deep meditative breath at Strix's words without realizing it. "Ignore my own mind? Interesting..." He flicks a fingerful of water at a nearby torch, which sputters slightly and emits a wisp of smoke that trails over to the party's table. "I've never tried ignoring the smoke, but I do find that when the air moves freely it eventually fades." He exhales slowly, sending the smoke careening in spirals into the tavern air, up the chimney, and into the cosmos.
((Ready to move when y'all are!))
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Dekhan nods his head and looks into his cup as he inwardly gazes into his soul, the words of the monk and bard disseminating throughout the compartments of his mind. Nothing clicks into place, there is no great revelation, but Dekhan does feel a shift, a moving towards something as Strix’s and Incantis’ advice permeate his thoughts. After a few moments things seem to make a bit more sense and Dekhan offers up. Cage the beast, let the smoke fade, breath in breath out... Thank you both, I will think on your advice.
I am ready to head out when you are as well. He smiles a roguish smile lead the way professors.
Dekhan will follow along with Strix and Incantis wherever they choose to go, happy to let them do the driving as he contemplates their words.
Incantis looks toward Strix. "You should take the lead tracking, feral friend; the excitement is yours."He gathers himself, wargs into Zhudala briefly, and follows the monk and paladin out into the night air. "To the watch house."He begins heading toward the docks.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
(You are able to make it through the Docks and to the Guardpost easily enough, despite the late hour. What you find there depends on resolving Scupper's current escapade - apologies for the delay, it should only take another day or two IRL. Feel free to role-play a conversation on the way there if you like.)
Incantis turns to Strix and speaks. "Strix I ahh, I'm sorry if I trampled on your eagerness earlier; you know I value your prowess and was only looking out for your safety."
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Strix hand-flaps the warlock's concerns away. "Was rage, blood mad. Had holes. Was tired. Right call. Am thanks. Still have holes. But mostly right ones!" He points gleefully at his gaping mouth, stifling a loud and unstealthy "kuhkreee!". "Will take care. Not let go. If next time. If." He gives his friend a solemn nod before resuming a rhythm of gangling off ahead to confirm they're on the right path and lolloping back to encourage the others onwards.
Incantis gives Strix a bemused look at the mouth gesture before his crooked face cracks into a wry grin as he recognizes the joke, and he tilts his head back to flare his nostrils. "He's an odd one," the warlock says aside to Dekhan, "but I do always find his takes refreshing. And aren't we all,"he finishes musingly.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
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Varinth wakes with a start. He thought he was drowning. Feeling his face he now sees why. One eye is swelled shut and his ample nose is most definately broken. His bed is a mass of blood and vicera. And worst of all, he has a hangover. He's not sure how he got here but he knows an Inns rooms when he see's one. And an Inn means The Devils Milk. He stumbles down stairs in search of booze and perhaps a nice redhead to help him tend his injuries.
((Thank for the clarification!))
To Strix, Vaz & Dekhan: "Why don't we return to the inn, Zhudala can scout towards the Broken Lance tavern, and in an hour we scope out the watch post?" He begins to follow Vaz to the Mermaid.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Strix glares at the {Insert Zhu's current form here!} for stealing his fun but meekly acquiesces, trailing after the others towards the Mermaid. As he walks he pokes at the holes in his shirt were the wounds should be, noting with some wonder that a few of the corresponding holes in his skin have been knitted closed by the warlock's magic. The wonder turns to horror as he realises the implications of this, and he begins to paw at his face, ensuring that his mouth and nostrils haven't also healed up. The horror begins to mount as he realises that sooner or later he'll have to use the bathroom but he's not sure he still can, though he swiftly reins the panic in through some focused breathing. The serenity to accept what he cannot control washes all doubt away.
Action : Moving back to the inn with the others.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Varinth, Dekhan, Incantis and Strix are back at the Blushing Mermaid. The common room is quiet but still open for business. Scupper has indeed snuck off somewhere, not unprecedentedly.
Are you sending Zhudala off on a mission? Occasional warging into her is compatible with a short rest, but not sustained warging, if that makes sense.
Varinth is headed off to bed. What is everyone else doing?
I'm sending Zhudala on a scouting mission to find the Broken Lance tavern & scout around it. Incantis will warg in periodically as that makes perfect sense, but will give Zhudala the agency to shapeshift and take initiative.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Incantis senses Strix's disappointment. "What's worse, missing this opportunity or missing your life force? There will be excitement for us yet; hone your body and mind, we leave in an hour."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Strix harrumphs and finds a chair he can scrape out of the way, then sits cross-legged and rotates his consciousness, recentering his energy periodically at different points in his body until he feelsrestored.
Or takes a short rest, if you prefer.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Zhudala goes flapping her invisible way off towards the Broken Lance. It will take her about an hour to reach it, even flying straight.
Incantis, Dekhan and Strix, you sit in the common room and have time to talk; you can also complete a short rest.
Incantis, you periodically shift your vision into Zhudala (there's no range on that, right?) and can monitor her progress as she flies north.
Dekhan looks at Strix, down at his drink and the. Back at Strix again. Strix, do you think you could teach me to do that? To quiet your mind? Find stillness? Balance your savage impulses and your rational mind?
As long as she remains on this plane ;)
Incantis wargs back out of Zhudala at a certain point and remains for a time, intrigued by this line of questioning between the paladin and monk.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Varinth snores heartily due to the congealed blood filling his sinus.
Strix focuses one eye on Dekhan, the other remaining curiously distracted by something in the middle distance.
"What to teach? Air go in. Air come out. All is as all should be. First thing new babe learn."
You are such a terrible liar. You really ought not even try to -
"Mind never quiet. But can be ignored"
That last word seemed to require a little more effort than the others. He closes his eyes, exhaling slowly though it hitches a little.
"Feel hearts beat. Slow, steady, calm. Is heart of man, yes? Man not savage. Beast beat quick. But can cage beast. Build cage tall. Build cage strong. Cage hold."
There is a slight note of agitation creeping into his voice, his breathing perhaps not as measured as when he first began speaking.
Attempt at Short Rest and spending 3 hit die : 15
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Incantis nods in agreement, taking a deep meditative breath at Strix's words without realizing it. "Ignore my own mind? Interesting..." He flicks a fingerful of water at a nearby torch, which sputters slightly and emits a wisp of smoke that trails over to the party's table. "I've never tried ignoring the smoke, but I do find that when the air moves freely it eventually fades." He exhales slowly, sending the smoke careening in spirals into the tavern air, up the chimney, and into the cosmos.
((Ready to move when y'all are!))
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Dekhan nods his head and looks into his cup as he inwardly gazes into his soul, the words of the monk and bard disseminating throughout the compartments of his mind. Nothing clicks into place, there is no great revelation, but Dekhan does feel a shift, a moving towards something as Strix’s and Incantis’ advice permeate his thoughts. After a few moments things seem to make a bit more sense and Dekhan offers up. Cage the beast, let the smoke fade, breath in breath out... Thank you both, I will think on your advice.
I am ready to head out when you are as well. He smiles a roguish smile lead the way professors.
Dekhan will follow along with Strix and Incantis wherever they choose to go, happy to let them do the driving as he contemplates their words.
Incantis looks toward Strix. "You should take the lead tracking, feral friend; the excitement is yours." He gathers himself, wargs into Zhudala briefly, and follows the monk and paladin out into the night air. "To the watch house." He begins heading toward the docks.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
(You are able to make it through the Docks and to the Guardpost easily enough, despite the late hour. What you find there depends on resolving Scupper's current escapade - apologies for the delay, it should only take another day or two IRL. Feel free to role-play a conversation on the way there if you like.)
((No rush!))
Incantis turns to Strix and speaks. "Strix I ahh, I'm sorry if I trampled on your eagerness earlier; you know I value your prowess and was only looking out for your safety."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Strix hand-flaps the warlock's concerns away. "Was rage, blood mad. Had holes. Was tired. Right call. Am thanks. Still have holes. But mostly right ones!" He points gleefully at his gaping mouth, stifling a loud and unstealthy "kuhkreee!". "Will take care. Not let go. If next time. If." He gives his friend a solemn nod before resuming a rhythm of gangling off ahead to confirm they're on the right path and lolloping back to encourage the others onwards.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Incantis gives Strix a bemused look at the mouth gesture before his crooked face cracks into a wry grin as he recognizes the joke, and he tilts his head back to flare his nostrils. "He's an odd one," the warlock says aside to Dekhan, "but I do always find his takes refreshing. And aren't we all," he finishes musingly.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Varinth wakes with a start. He thought he was drowning. Feeling his face he now sees why. One eye is swelled shut and his ample nose is most definately broken. His bed is a mass of blood and vicera. And worst of all, he has a hangover. He's not sure how he got here but he knows an Inns rooms when he see's one. And an Inn means The Devils Milk. He stumbles down stairs in search of booze and perhaps a nice redhead to help him tend his injuries.
Short rest: 7
(Did Varinth wake after a short rest, or a long rest? If after a short rest, what would have woken him?)