A small black bird swoops past Alesandair and flies the 100ft to land on Wraeven's shoulder. The creature caws angrily at Wraeven and then flies over to the mangled corpse, landing on the crimson-caked arm by the exposed shoulder.
A Raven lands on his shoulder a caws angrily at him. Wraeven winces slightly at the urgent scolding. He nods and whispers to the bird at which point the Raven flies to the mangled corpse landing on its exposed shoulder.
Wraeven approaches the body and watches the Kalashtar and Firbolg showing them that he means no harm. As he kneels to look at the body the bird moves to his shoulder. Wraeven is clearly uncomfortable with it but focuses on examining the body.
"There is something unusual here, yes?" he asks them or the bird, it isn't clear.
Alesandair - Kalashtar- he resembles a human in almost every aspect, except a slightly more angular facial sculpting that is partially hidden by his long unwavering, black hair. Standing around 6'3" and dawning scale mail. With every step, moving with the elegance and grace similar to that of an elf.
"On that shoulder there, do you know what that symbol means? We came upon this scene and it was already too late for this one" He says motioning to the body Wraeven is inspecting. "There may be more of those menaces lurking around the forest, I wouldn't recommend standing around for too long."
With Wraeven's 13 and his background, these are the remnants of a gray-skinned dark-haired possibly elven woman. It is a little hard to tell. But then, on the shoulder that is still partially intact, you notice an intricate tattoo of a raven with a sharp edged and stylized K overlaying the black bird iconography. You would recognize her as a Shadar-Kai, bits of the black leather armor common to these Shadowfell elves shredded and saturated in crimson. Half a dozen piercings ring her nose, and as you look more closely, her shogee lies beneath her. The carnage is almost too much this close up, but you clearly see torn ligaments and bite marks that might confirm Alesandair's recounting.
As silv'ar and i exit the tunnel to return to the wagons, i tell the halfling to stay behind me when i become aware of the newcomers. "I dont want to see you fly again today little one"
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Mobya, carrying the basket on her back like an oversized backpack, walks warily toward the wagons as she notices the two newcomers. She looks behind her and sees Morn and Silv’ar coming out of the hole, and feels a wave of relief that they are safe. After all, she’s the one who told the halfling to go back into the hole. Looking toward the group ahead, she examines her companions’s stance around the two newcomers and tries to figure out whether to join them or to move straight into one of the wagons as not to let them see the basket on her back. However, as she looks at the direction of the wagon closest to her, she sees the Merchant and his creepy grin watching her walking and becomes unsure of which place to go.
The merchant clambers down from one of the wagons with a blanket and small glass bottle with off-white liquid in it. "Meh weef ahlwees issa pekkin dis fer meh goot, beht, tem peybees cuht yus eht muhr."
Seeing that these 2 new individuals seem docile, will reach his hand out to Ayra and introduce himself as Wraeven makes sense of what he is seeing; "Sorry for the hostility at first, can't be too careful in these parts after coming upon this gruesome sight. My name is Alesandair, or you can call me Al for short. I seek to destroy the undead and aid in the endeavors of a friendly mortal soul."
The Firbolg man standing at almost 8' tall always seems to always have a smirk on his face. With pale blue skin and auburn hair (leading into a moss green on one side) Agozur always seems to stand out, even for a Firbolg. Although he/it doesn't show, Agozur has done some big things and even the most mundane of nights in the tavern you swear you can hear random peoples words of praise about the Firblog with the red and green hair.
Silv'ar, pushes past Morn to see what is happening. He wipes his shit covered hand down his trouser leg, half cleaning it. He the speaks to the group. "Who are these, what d'they want?"
Wary of the Merchant’s intentions, and seeing the group gatherered all together on the road, Mobya nods her head to decline the merchant’s offer and walks toward the rest of the group instead. She stands in the back, listening to the conversation and trying to keep the basket hidden from the newcomers by positioning her back turned away from them.
“Hello,” Ayra steps forward grateful that the tension in the situation seemed to have diffused, and relieved at some proper etiquette, she reaches out to take Alesandair’s extended hand. With long flowing blonde hair and poised, graceful movements, she has all the beauty and elegance expected of an elf. From up close though, she does not appear to wear the haughty expression so often seen on the faces of her kind. She looks wide-eyed – almost excited. This elf is still quite young.
“I’m Ayra”, she says nodding her head in greeting at each of the three men, trying not show her excitement at coming across such an interesting and diverse group of travelers. She gestures “My companion is Wraven… He has a connection with birds.”
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Wraeven
Wraeven tries to determine that this shadar Kai was not supposed to be here OR whether she an agent of the Queen and ran afoul of something else and was tortured?
Insight: 4
He looks up apologetically when Ayra mentions birds.
He turns to Alesandair and says "Your mission is noble and honorable. As my companion has said, I am called Wraeven"
"Well met comrades. We have a task to complete down ze trail that ya came from."Making a quick glance towards the merchant and the wagons to ensure the rest of the group is not exploring the new found cave. "You are welcome to join. The others have been pretty set on unwinding with a pint afterward, i suppose we could discuss more of our ventures on the way"
Wraeven, with your 18, you get the feeling this is the one who was cut short according to your message. You think her death displeased your patron, and she bears the marks of the devoted. So you think it unlikely that she was AWOL, though the queen tends to be less hands on.
"Al, may I ask if there was anything else that you found besides this body? She looks to have been tortured and I only have a vague idea of who she was and what she might have been doing here."
He looks to Ayra, "This has something to do with the trouble that I, We, were sent to address." He shows her the mark on the shoulder of the Shadar-Kai. This is the mark of the devotee of the Raven Queen.
Ayra, you register what Wraeven says, including the RQ tattoo, but then you take in the mangled body missing major limbs. This would by far be the most violently intense scene you've ever encountered close up. Make a constitution saving throw.
"Well, on the other side of those rocks on the other side of the path, there seems to be a cavern of sorts. Could be where the dog and grim originated, but without further investigation, I cannot be certain. As for the corpse, we were traveling along and saw these abominations already had killed them. Is....is this body recognizable to you? Who told you of the trouble? They may know more than they let on." Looking back at Silv'ar, Mobya, and Morn; "Did you find anything around that hole that allowed you to figure out what's in it?"
Thinking to himself, 'What were they doing out here all alone?
A small black bird swoops past Alesandair and flies the 100ft to land on Wraeven's shoulder. The creature caws angrily at Wraeven and then flies over to the mangled corpse, landing on the crimson-caked arm by the exposed shoulder.
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Agozur will wave towards the new comers "We mean no harm but I don't recommend trying anything fishy."
[Keep dialoguing, but this might be a good time to describe what each of the 5 of you look like too]
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Wraeven
A Raven lands on his shoulder a caws angrily at him. Wraeven winces slightly at the urgent scolding. He nods and whispers to the bird at which point the Raven flies to the mangled corpse landing on its exposed shoulder.
Wraeven approaches the body and watches the Kalashtar and Firbolg showing them that he means no harm. As he kneels to look at the body the bird moves to his shoulder. Wraeven is clearly uncomfortable with it but focuses on examining the body.
"There is something unusual here, yes?" he asks them or the bird, it isn't clear.
Perception.
13
Alesandair - Kalashtar- he resembles a human in almost every aspect, except a slightly more angular facial sculpting that is partially hidden by his long unwavering, black hair. Standing around 6'3" and dawning scale mail. With every step, moving with the elegance and grace similar to that of an elf.
"On that shoulder there, do you know what that symbol means? We came upon this scene and it was already too late for this one" He says motioning to the body Wraeven is inspecting. "There may be more of those menaces lurking around the forest, I wouldn't recommend standing around for too long."
With Wraeven's 13 and his background, these are the remnants of a gray-skinned dark-haired possibly elven woman. It is a little hard to tell. But then, on the shoulder that is still partially intact, you notice an intricate tattoo of a raven with a sharp edged and stylized K overlaying the black bird iconography. You would recognize her as a Shadar-Kai, bits of the black leather armor common to these Shadowfell elves shredded and saturated in crimson. Half a dozen piercings ring her nose, and as you look more closely, her shogee lies beneath her. The carnage is almost too much this close up, but you clearly see torn ligaments and bite marks that might confirm Alesandair's recounting.
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(morn)
As silv'ar and i exit the tunnel to return to the wagons, i tell the halfling to stay behind me when i become aware of the newcomers. "I dont want to see you fly again today little one"
Mobya, carrying the basket on her back like an oversized backpack, walks warily toward the wagons as she notices the two newcomers. She looks behind her and sees Morn and Silv’ar coming out of the hole, and feels a wave of relief that they are safe. After all, she’s the one who told the halfling to go back into the hole. Looking toward the group ahead, she examines her companions’s stance around the two newcomers and tries to figure out whether to join them or to move straight into one of the wagons as not to let them see the basket on her back. However, as she looks at the direction of the wagon closest to her, she sees the Merchant and his creepy grin watching her walking and becomes unsure of which place to go.
Wisdom check: 22
Its a split decision, with your10, Mobya]
The merchant clambers down from one of the wagons with a blanket and small glass bottle with off-white liquid in it. "Meh weef ahlwees issa pekkin dis fer meh goot, beht, tem peybees cuht yus eht muhr."
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Alesandair
Seeing that these 2 new individuals seem docile, will reach his hand out to Ayra and introduce himself as Wraeven makes sense of what he is seeing; "Sorry for the hostility at first, can't be too careful in these parts after coming upon this gruesome sight. My name is Alesandair, or you can call me Al for short. I seek to destroy the undead and aid in the endeavors of a friendly mortal soul."
The Firbolg man standing at almost 8' tall always seems to always have a smirk on his face. With pale blue skin and auburn hair (leading into a moss green on one side) Agozur always seems to stand out, even for a Firbolg. Although he/it doesn't show, Agozur has done some big things and even the most mundane of nights in the tavern you swear you can hear random peoples words of praise about the Firblog with the red and green hair.
Silv'ar, pushes past Morn to see what is happening. He wipes his shit covered hand down his trouser leg, half cleaning it. He the speaks to the group. "Who are these, what d'they want?"
Wary of the Merchant’s intentions, and seeing the group gatherered all together on the road, Mobya nods her head to decline the merchant’s offer and walks toward the rest of the group instead. She stands in the back, listening to the conversation and trying to keep the basket hidden from the newcomers by positioning her back turned away from them.
“Hello,” Ayra steps forward grateful that the tension in the situation seemed to have diffused, and relieved at some proper etiquette, she reaches out to take Alesandair’s extended hand. With long flowing blonde hair and poised, graceful movements, she has all the beauty and elegance expected of an elf. From up close though, she does not appear to wear the haughty expression so often seen on the faces of her kind. She looks wide-eyed – almost excited. This elf is still quite young.
“I’m Ayra”, she says nodding her head in greeting at each of the three men, trying not show her excitement at coming across such an interesting and diverse group of travelers. She gestures “My companion is Wraven… He has a connection with birds.”
Wraeven
Wraeven tries to determine that this shadar Kai was not supposed to be here OR whether she an agent of the Queen and ran afoul of something else and was tortured?
Insight: 4
He looks up apologetically when Ayra mentions birds.
He turns to Alesandair and says "Your mission is noble and honorable. As my companion has said, I am called Wraeven"
Al
"Well met comrades. We have a task to complete down ze trail that ya came from." Making a quick glance towards the merchant and the wagons to ensure the rest of the group is not exploring the new found cave. "You are welcome to join. The others have been pretty set on unwinding with a pint afterward, i suppose we could discuss more of our ventures on the way"
Wraeven, with your 18, you get the feeling this is the one who was cut short according to your message. You think her death displeased your patron, and she bears the marks of the devoted. So you think it unlikely that she was AWOL, though the queen tends to be less hands on.
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Wraven
"Al, may I ask if there was anything else that you found besides this body? She looks to have been tortured and I only have a vague idea of who she was and what she might have been doing here."
He looks to Ayra, "This has something to do with the trouble that I, We, were sent to address." He shows her the mark on the shoulder of the Shadar-Kai. This is the mark of the devotee of the Raven Queen.
Ayra, you register what Wraeven says, including the RQ tattoo, but then you take in the mangled body missing major limbs. This would by far be the most violently intense scene you've ever encountered close up. Make a constitution saving throw.
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Al
"Well, on the other side of those rocks on the other side of the path, there seems to be a cavern of sorts. Could be where the dog and grim originated, but without further investigation, I cannot be certain. As for the corpse, we were traveling along and saw these abominations already had killed them. Is....is this body recognizable to you? Who told you of the trouble? They may know more than they let on." Looking back at Silv'ar, Mobya, and Morn; "Did you find anything around that hole that allowed you to figure out what's in it?"
Thinking to himself, 'What were they doing out here all alone?