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Altani shrugs "It could be something else, I assumed that because we know one is about, the Silverstars said. Cypress also said it was offoul feather and putrid screeching. What we also need to consider is how we fight something that flys..."
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Alwin just walks with his companions wondering how he got into this situation, griffins were not bees. He jut begins to try and recall any stories he may know about griffins.
[OOC]
history check for any stories about griffins that may contain useful information: 20
"Thank you Frog-m'lady. I will th..think of you when I eat them."
"Yes, let's vanquish it! "
'As Kestrell hurries after Cinder, he calls to Cypress:'"Goodbye for now, hopefully one day I can drop in, again."
The Frog Maiden merely smiles at Kestrell as he leaves the lagoon to follow Altani and Cinder, though a single leaf covered vine drops from a nearby tree to caress the sorcerer's cheek as he departs the dryad's presence.
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Mazin nods. "Yes, we should hunt the griffon. It will be a menace to the townsfolk if we leave it to it's own devices. Did Cypress give any indication as to which way the beast lies."
Mazin will begin looking for signs of the beast and starts tracking it. survival16
While the nearby surrounding scrub and riverlands do not give any clear indication of habitation by something like a griffon, as Mazin and his companions move further and further along the magically opened path through this marshy and bramble covered terrain, the goliath warrior does note that some of the trunks and upper branches of surrounding trees have deep gouges in them or seem to have been stripped of bark or leaves. Fortunately for the huge tattooed beserker, the trail that Cyprus opened before you all seems to lead in but one direction - more or less directly North of the Frog Maiden's lagoon home. Several hundred feet ahead the relatively clear path seems to open into a wider, largely open though still tree spotted area. Approaching the clearing, Mazin notices something in the upper branches of a nearby tree - the torn, eye-less corpse of a small marsh cat.
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“Sure sure, sounds good. Let’s hurry and get this done so we can find that murderer.” Cinder keeps up her brisk pace, walking further away from Cyprus’ little wild grove. As she goes, she tries to shake off the smell and focus on keeping watch around them.
Perception 13
Warily keeping watch for danger as she steps lightly across the wet and heavy ground of the path opened before them, Cinder notices the heavy brush and swampy plants either side of the magically opened trail sport many of the colourful and likely dangerous flashes of bright colour that the group noticed around the dryad's lagoon. A number of sizable snakes and lizards slither and crawl through the flora either side of their path, though none seem inclined to hinder their progress. Having reached the spot where the trail opens into a larger, mostly open area, Cinder hears a deep and raw screech that echoes across the shrubs and trees, before fading into the growing mist that seems to hug and cling to the ground ahead, obscuring the view of the area beyond.
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Altani shrugs "It could be something else, I assumed that because we know one is about, the Silverstars said. Cypress also said it was offoul feather and putrid screeching. What we also need to consider is how we fight something that flys..."
Racking her memory of these almost mythical winged creatures, Altani knows that such do not often hunt the plains she grew up on, typically preferring forested or mountainous areas. Unfortunatley, having never encountered one and having heard little from those who have, the centaur's knowledge is sparse, to say the least.
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Alwin just walks with his companions wondering how he got into this situation, griffins were not bees. He jut begins to try and recall any stories he may know about griffins.
[OOC]
history check for any stories about griffins that may contain useful information: 22
Worried at the magnitude of the task that may lie before he and his allies, Alwin thinks back to those lessons where Tregaen had instructed him in fighting beasts and monsters of different kinds. The lessons on fighting winged foes had been particularly interesting to the young half-elf, as his teacher had told tales of classic fighting tactics for such situations, e.g. having ranged weapon capability, trying to use nets or weighted ropes to pull or trap the beasts, or to try and fight them within closed surrounds, like within gullies and ravines, or beneath the thick canopy of a forest.
The citadel trained and educated fighter remembered reading a book on such battles, The Woes of Winged Talons, which had included a whole section of griffons, including colourful depictions. Majestic, and some said magical, monstrosities that combined the features of eagles and lions. Such creatures were known to grow to eight feet in length, with a wingspan triple that and a weight of five hundred pounds or more. The monstrosities were said to favour the flesh of horses and other equine creatures.
Having spoken with his father about his interests, Alwin had also learned that creatures were often used as heraldry symbols and mounts by skilled knights, their eggs highly prized as the young could sometimes be reared, trained and sold for considerable amounts of gold. A passing high-elven courtier travelling through Elmscrest had once told the young fighter that he'd seen such a thing - a whole squad of bladedancers who patrolled the skies above the magical capital of Quilinost.
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'As they approach the clearing, Kestrell says: "Well, if it is a griffon, would it be in the trees?" Kestrell looks up and points out some odd looking features in the trees. "Is that a nest?"
[OOC]Kestrell is trying to help someone with a good perception to spot the griffon or signs of the griffon.
Alwin just chuckles as the idea of riding a griffin comes into his head ‘It would be exciting I’m sure’ he thinks to himself as he speaks up“Does anyone ha…ve nets and wei…ghted ropes? We could use them to tra…p the beast and keep it bou…nd to the land.” As he remembers the size he just gulps looking around “A way to shrink it may be useful also – since it r…oughly 8 feet with a 24 foot wi…ng s…pan.”
Alwin just smiles again“Bladedancers use to ride them according to ol…d tales…could you imagine ho…w amazing that wou…ld be.” If there were lucky enough to come across an egg or child Alwin considered the possibilities of taking one as a mount and raising it, the young fighters face giving away his enthusiastic ambitions
Wazzock prods at the lifeless marsh cat, "Seems a terrible way to end up, that." She looks upward toward the branches to see if there's any pattern in the breakage of the branches to indicate that a large flying beast has passed through.
Wazzock prods at the lifeless marsh cat, "Seems a terrible way to end up, that." She looks upward toward the branches to see if there's any pattern in the breakage of the branches to indicate that a large flying beast has passed through.
While Wazzock can't reach the dead marsh cat itself without climbing, a quick examination from the ground is enough to reveal much about it's grissly fate. Puncture and slash marks criss-cross it's tawny body, as though inflicted by small, but incredibly sharp talons. Wondering at the size of the creature that killed the cat, the astute half-orc also notices that the small space in which the body had been hung would not have allowed for anything overly large to perch upon the branch.
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Mazin will point out the signs of the Griffon he sees. "Look, part of his meal is here. We must be getting close. Let's keep our eyes peeled."
With Kestrell's help, he will use perception to look for the beast. 17
Mazin sees his armoured half-orc ally stop to examine the dead marsh cat stranded atop the tree, even as the wary goliath begins to study the ground around him as the path that was magically opened for them by the dryad ends, opening up into a wider grass, tree and mound dotted space. The low clinging mist hugs the ground and foliage at a distance, but the fog isn't thick enough to hide a second lagoon nearby, this one with a large flat rock situated at its centre. Fifty of so feet ahead is the burnt and shattered stump of what once must have been a huge elm tree, as even the remainder of it's obliterated trunk stretches twenty feet or more across and rises fifteen feet off the ground. Two more similarly large, blasted stumps can be seen in the distance rising up above the ground level where you stand, one to the East beyond the lagoon and another far to the North.
Stepping to the edge of the lagoon's waters, Mazin catches a fleeting view of what looks like the remains of an old lean-to and stone campstove on the small island of rock. As the massive beserker turns back to look ahead, he notices that the red-haired centaur paladin has cantered forward to look at something. As the wind picks up for a moment, the fog ahead swirls and clears a little, revealing what looks to be the savaged body of a giant lizard at the base of the nearest scorched stump. An angry *SCREECH* splits the silence, deeper and louder than any birds call the large warrior has heard before. The cry is filled with anger and rage, but also pain and seems to emnate from somewhere the otherside of the large tree stump.
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Cinder puts a hand to her lips and tries to quietly sneak around the tree to see what’s making the noise.
Stealth 8
(OOC sorry, add 1 to that roll for stealth. Won’t help much)
Despite hushing her companions as she begins to tip toe towards and around the massive stump, the clinging mist obscures enough of the ground that Cinder inadvertantly steps on a number of twigs during her attempt to move stealthily forward. Passing the torn and bitten body of the giant lizard, Cinder sees large tears in the creatures scaly hide, as though something sharp and hooked had been plunged into and then torn through the creature's body.
Rounding the giant stump, Cinder and the rest of her party hear another rage and pain filled *SCREECH*, but only the scouting tiefling spots the large feathered carnivore as she clears the Western edge of the stump. The once magnificant creature's hybrid lion-eagle form is streaked with bloody scratches and two arrows protrude from its right wing. More disconcerting still, as the creature's giant mostly bird-like head swings in the martial artist's direction, Cinder sees that both of the creatures eyes appear to have been plucked from its head, leaving two bloody, empty holes in their place. The large creature spins in place, lashing out with its still dangerous beak and claws as thoug it knows that it is not alone, but lacks its usual ability to pin point its prey.
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On his turn, Mazin will move forward to join Cinder, after hearing the screech of the creature, unsheathing his greatsword as he goes. Once he gets close enough to see the Griffon's eye-less head, he will begin looking around. The griffon's eye's are just like the Marsh cats! "Something is not right here! The Griffon has been attacked and blinded! Be on your guard!"
Mazin will use his action to see if there are any creatures hiding in the trees near the Griffon (he won't turn his back on the Griffon, though. Never turn your back to a wounded wild animal.) perception19
'As they are walking on the path made for them, Kestrell asks:'
"I must have missed something. Why do you all think it is a griffin that Cyprus is referring to?"
Altani shrugs "It could be something else, I assumed that because we know one is about, the Silverstars said. Cypress also said it was of foul feather and putrid screeching. What we also need to consider is how we fight something that flys..."
Nature 5 to see what I know about griffins.
(What I know...they fly.)
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Alwin just walks with his companions wondering how he got into this situation, griffins were not bees. He jut begins to try and recall any stories he may know about griffins.
[OOC]
history check for any stories about griffins that may contain useful information: 20
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
The Frog Maiden merely smiles at Kestrell as he leaves the lagoon to follow Altani and Cinder, though a single leaf covered vine drops from a nearby tree to caress the sorcerer's cheek as he departs the dryad's presence.
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
While the nearby surrounding scrub and riverlands do not give any clear indication of habitation by something like a griffon, as Mazin and his companions move further and further along the magically opened path through this marshy and bramble covered terrain, the goliath warrior does note that some of the trunks and upper branches of surrounding trees have deep gouges in them or seem to have been stripped of bark or leaves. Fortunately for the huge tattooed beserker, the trail that Cyprus opened before you all seems to lead in but one direction - more or less directly North of the Frog Maiden's lagoon home. Several hundred feet ahead the relatively clear path seems to open into a wider, largely open though still tree spotted area. Approaching the clearing, Mazin notices something in the upper branches of a nearby tree - the torn, eye-less corpse of a small marsh cat.
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Warily keeping watch for danger as she steps lightly across the wet and heavy ground of the path opened before them, Cinder notices the heavy brush and swampy plants either side of the magically opened trail sport many of the colourful and likely dangerous flashes of bright colour that the group noticed around the dryad's lagoon. A number of sizable snakes and lizards slither and crawl through the flora either side of their path, though none seem inclined to hinder their progress. Having reached the spot where the trail opens into a larger, mostly open area, Cinder hears a deep and raw screech that echoes across the shrubs and trees, before fading into the growing mist that seems to hug and cling to the ground ahead, obscuring the view of the area beyond.
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Racking her memory of these almost mythical winged creatures, Altani knows that such do not often hunt the plains she grew up on, typically preferring forested or mountainous areas. Unfortunatley, having never encountered one and having heard little from those who have, the centaur's knowledge is sparse, to say the least.
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Worried at the magnitude of the task that may lie before he and his allies, Alwin thinks back to those lessons where Tregaen had instructed him in fighting beasts and monsters of different kinds. The lessons on fighting winged foes had been particularly interesting to the young half-elf, as his teacher had told tales of classic fighting tactics for such situations, e.g. having ranged weapon capability, trying to use nets or weighted ropes to pull or trap the beasts, or to try and fight them within closed surrounds, like within gullies and ravines, or beneath the thick canopy of a forest.
The citadel trained and educated fighter remembered reading a book on such battles, The Woes of Winged Talons, which had included a whole section of griffons, including colourful depictions. Majestic, and some said magical, monstrosities that combined the features of eagles and lions. Such creatures were known to grow to eight feet in length, with a wingspan triple that and a weight of five hundred pounds or more. The monstrosities were said to favour the flesh of horses and other equine creatures.
Having spoken with his father about his interests, Alwin had also learned that creatures were often used as heraldry symbols and mounts by skilled knights, their eggs highly prized as the young could sometimes be reared, trained and sold for considerable amounts of gold. A passing high-elven courtier travelling through Elmscrest had once told the young fighter that he'd seen such a thing - a whole squad of bladedancers who patrolled the skies above the magical capital of Quilinost.
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
'As they approach the clearing, Kestrell says: "Well, if it is a griffon, would it be in the trees?" Kestrell looks up and points out some odd looking features in the trees. "Is that a nest?"
[OOC]Kestrell is trying to help someone with a good perception to spot the griffon or signs of the griffon.
Alwin just chuckles as the idea of riding a griffin comes into his head ‘It would be exciting I’m sure’ he thinks to himself as he speaks up “Does anyone ha…ve nets and wei…ghted ropes? We could use them to tra…p the beast and keep it bou…nd to the land.” As he remembers the size he just gulps looking around “A way to shrink it may be useful also – since it r…oughly 8 feet with a 24 foot wi…ng s…pan.”
Alwin just smiles again “Bladedancers use to ride them according to ol…d tales…could you imagine ho…w amazing that wou…ld be.” If there were lucky enough to come across an egg or child Alwin considered the possibilities of taking one as a mount and raising it, the young fighters face giving away his enthusiastic ambitions
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Mazin will point out the signs of the Griffon he sees. "Look, part of his meal is here. We must be getting close. Let's keep our eyes peeled."
With Kestrell's help, he will use perception to look for the beast. 17
"You mentioned weighted ropes Alwin, maybe we can tie larger stones to what we have and use them to tangle the creatures wings"
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Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Alwin just nods "Th...at ma..y work. Just ne..ed them to b...e hea...vy enough."
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Wazzock prods at the lifeless marsh cat, "Seems a terrible way to end up, that." She looks upward toward the branches to see if there's any pattern in the breakage of the branches to indicate that a large flying beast has passed through.
perception : 13
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While Wazzock can't reach the dead marsh cat itself without climbing, a quick examination from the ground is enough to reveal much about it's grissly fate. Puncture and slash marks criss-cross it's tawny body, as though inflicted by small, but incredibly sharp talons. Wondering at the size of the creature that killed the cat, the astute half-orc also notices that the small space in which the body had been hung would not have allowed for anything overly large to perch upon the branch.
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Mazin sees his armoured half-orc ally stop to examine the dead marsh cat stranded atop the tree, even as the wary goliath begins to study the ground around him as the path that was magically opened for them by the dryad ends, opening up into a wider grass, tree and mound dotted space. The low clinging mist hugs the ground and foliage at a distance, but the fog isn't thick enough to hide a second lagoon nearby, this one with a large flat rock situated at its centre. Fifty of so feet ahead is the burnt and shattered stump of what once must have been a huge elm tree, as even the remainder of it's obliterated trunk stretches twenty feet or more across and rises fifteen feet off the ground. Two more similarly large, blasted stumps can be seen in the distance rising up above the ground level where you stand, one to the East beyond the lagoon and another far to the North.
Stepping to the edge of the lagoon's waters, Mazin catches a fleeting view of what looks like the remains of an old lean-to and stone campstove on the small island of rock. As the massive beserker turns back to look ahead, he notices that the red-haired centaur paladin has cantered forward to look at something. As the wind picks up for a moment, the fog ahead swirls and clears a little, revealing what looks to be the savaged body of a giant lizard at the base of the nearest scorched stump. An angry *SCREECH* splits the silence, deeper and louder than any birds call the large warrior has heard before. The cry is filled with anger and rage, but also pain and seems to emnate from somewhere the otherside of the large tree stump.
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Cinder puts a hand to her lips and tries to quietly sneak around the tree to see what’s making the noise.
Stealth 8
(OOC sorry, add 1 to that roll for stealth. Won’t help much)
Despite hushing her companions as she begins to tip toe towards and around the massive stump, the clinging mist obscures enough of the ground that Cinder inadvertantly steps on a number of twigs during her attempt to move stealthily forward. Passing the torn and bitten body of the giant lizard, Cinder sees large tears in the creatures scaly hide, as though something sharp and hooked had been plunged into and then torn through the creature's body.
Rounding the giant stump, Cinder and the rest of her party hear another rage and pain filled *SCREECH*, but only the scouting tiefling spots the large feathered carnivore as she clears the Western edge of the stump. The once magnificant creature's hybrid lion-eagle form is streaked with bloody scratches and two arrows protrude from its right wing. More disconcerting still, as the creature's giant mostly bird-like head swings in the martial artist's direction, Cinder sees that both of the creatures eyes appear to have been plucked from its head, leaving two bloody, empty holes in their place. The large creature spins in place, lashing out with its still dangerous beak and claws as thoug it knows that it is not alone, but lacks its usual ability to pin point its prey.
[OOC] While combat hasn't yet begun, we are now in initiative, so everyone please roll initiative in OOC or in a below 'to be edited' post.
Current Initiative Order
Savaged Griffon 11
Wazzock 20
Kestrell 19
Altani 12
Mazin 10
Alwin 8
Cinder 5
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
On his turn, Mazin will move forward to join Cinder, after hearing the screech of the creature, unsheathing his greatsword as he goes. Once he gets close enough to see the Griffon's eye-less head, he will begin looking around. The griffon's eye's are just like the Marsh cats! "Something is not right here! The Griffon has been attacked and blinded! Be on your guard!"
Mazin will use his action to see if there are any creatures hiding in the trees near the Griffon (he won't turn his back on the Griffon, though. Never turn your back to a wounded wild animal.) perception 19
Wazzock throws all caution to the wind and charges up as close as she can get to Cinder
initiative : 9
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