Nat will approach the horses and attempt to make it so that they are still there in the morning while also not being dead. Animal Handling: 5, advantage roll 17 if Duc helps.
First watch passes without incident. Gimble speaks elvish in his sleep but even if you don't understand him the dreams sound a little scandalous to say the least! The savannah is quiet save night birds and a very distant wolf howl that makes Retiog slightly heartsick before the warm sense of pride fills him up. Alici and Retiog exchange a few war stories but nothing overly personal and soon their watch comes to an end. They then wake Duc and Nat for second settling into the camp beds they expertly made.
Second watch passes much like the first without incident. The time passes with another batch of casual conversation and Gimble wakes on his own for third watch.
"Good night," Gimble says to Duc with a wink before getting up the stretch his lanky tall frame.
As Duc and Nat settle in to sleep Gimble paces the boundary of the camp and the tall grass with an odd weapon in his hand that he produced from his knapsack.
OOC: To be continued.... But if y'all would like to RP your watches please do.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Nat sits in silence for a while, watching the darkness. When he speaks to Duc, he keeps his voice low as he speaks, not keen to attract attention from passers-by of any kind. Caorthann, is it? Never made it there. I had a friend who married a lass from Caorthann, went there to settle down. I kept meaning to visit, but, you know...he shrugs. So, how is it, being the great champion? The victor of the stupidest bloody contest than no sane man or woman would enter?His tone is light, joking, but he doesn't conceal his curiosity.
Alici spends her watch pacing and looking about, paying careful attention to watch out for snakes that might be slithering around in the grass. She stays quiet as she paces, and occasionally stops to stare up at the stars.
When her watch has ended, she unrolls her bedroll and crawls in, sleeping in full armor, using her pack as a pillow.
OOC: I'll leave this open to RP watch. It's DnD brunch tomorrow folks! I'll be occupied from am to early evening! I'll check in probably about 6 EST. Enjoy your Saturday!
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Gimble's watch is equally uneventful. In the morning you awake to the smell of breakfast but Gimble has left it cooking now 30ft away at the road speaking to a large caravan of camels heading towards the coast from the desert behind. Now in the middle of the savannah the temperature has distinctly risen several degrees above that near the coast. Today's ride will be hot and take a while longer due to watering the horses.
The breakfast you observe in one of the pots on the fire is an elven porridge some of you are famailar. Retiog notices a bunch of berries collected are edible from his own upbringing while the coffee brewing in another pot is famailar to all.
Alici wakes with a start and a deep breath, throwing her bedroll off of her and scrambling backwards, hand grasping for her blade. Not finding it, at her hip, she balls her hands into fists and she narrowly avoids knocking something over when she stands. It takes her a moment to realize that she's in no danger. When she does her stance relaxes.
She smooths and wraps her hair into a tight bun behind her head, waits patiently for the others to wake, then sets to dividing the meal up and pouring the coffee, serving the others first before settling down to partake.
Nat also wakes, clears his bedroll away, and joins Alici for breakfast. Though he gives her a nod of greeting, he is in a sombre mood and does not engage in conversation, at least for the moment.
Duc rises quietly, mentally preparing for the challenges ahead. She adjusts her gear and makes herself a little more presentable and then checks her sword and daggers are clean before tackling the coffee with enthusiasm.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Retiog rises with the sun and is well refreshed for being used to sleeping in such conditions.He takes some time foraging to find something that may supplement the porridge. After a few moments he comes back with a handful of small, red berries and tosses them in the pot. "That should help us stay more alert for our journey," he announces to the group. He also pockets a few of the berries for later.
He eyes the caravan of camels and walks over to Gimble. "Perhaps we should trade our horse from some of these?"
"We're not crossing the desert the tomb is just at the cusp. Horses are best," Gimble replies to Retiog thanking the Bedouin and pocketing something before the caravan moves on.
Gimble then moves back towards the party gathered for breakfast.
"We eat then move," Gimble begins looking strangely out of sorts, brooding and curt. "They warned me of raiders that attacked them in the night near where we're headed. They killed women and children while their fighters were putting out a brush fire undoubted started by the bandits as a distraction. We should arrive at the tomb before night fall but we should be on our guard. Myself and the highest members of the guild know about this assignment. I think the raiders are just a coincidence and a caravan that size is an easy target," he explains taking a bowl of porridge of his own as well as a coffee.
Gimble then eats in silence not engaging with a joke or a smile as he did since you meet him.
After Alici finishes her meal she starts cleaning dishes and packing camp in silence. She takes other people's bowls and eating implements as well. You get the feeling she isn't even thinking twice about it, just doing what comes naturally to her after years of practice. She cleans quickly and efficiently and makes ready, not speaking as she prepares.
Nat fishes one of the red berries out of the pot, inspects it and takes a bite. Thanks, he says to Retiog, but he continues to eat breakfast in relative silence, seemingly distracted by his own thoughts.
Gimble nods to Alici for her help but says very little. The brooding handsome half-elven man looks like he's battling something internally now as he moves to resaddle his horse and pack his gear back onto his saddle.
"It'll take nearly all the daylight today to reach that," Gimble replies pointing to a hazy looking peek jutted up from the relatively flat savannah stretching out in all directions around them. The peek was subtle in the distance as the party approached and it's possible they did not notice it before! "It was recently desecrated by the Empire in this new push for magic users being held in check to non-wielders but it was ransacked ages before that! My...my people were from the mountains. I....well I got word another tomb is lurking there untouched and we're meant to find it," he explains next pulling himself onto his horse and waiting for the party to follow suit.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Alici checks her mount's bridle, saddle, saddle bags, and her own armor one more time, dons her helm and climbs her steed. She waits for the others ready to hold the rear once the group departs.
Okay, change of plan. :)
Nat will approach the horses and attempt to make it so that they are still there in the morning while also not being dead. Animal Handling: 5, advantage roll 17 if Duc helps.
He'll also take second watch.
"Nat, I'll join you on the second watch."
Ooc - sorry family drama keeping me busy tonight! Good rolling for the horses ;)
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Ret joins Ali with the first watch
Perception 22
First watch passes without incident. Gimble speaks elvish in his sleep but even if you don't understand him the dreams sound a little scandalous to say the least! The savannah is quiet save night birds and a very distant wolf howl that makes Retiog slightly heartsick before the warm sense of pride fills him up. Alici and Retiog exchange a few war stories but nothing overly personal and soon their watch comes to an end. They then wake Duc and Nat for second settling into the camp beds they expertly made.
Duc/Nat individual perception rolls, please!
OOC: no worries Phade hope everything is ok!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Nat does his best to keep awake: Perception 17
Duc's Perception 22
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Second watch passes much like the first without incident. The time passes with another batch of casual conversation and Gimble wakes on his own for third watch.
"Good night," Gimble says to Duc with a wink before getting up the stretch his lanky tall frame.
As Duc and Nat settle in to sleep Gimble paces the boundary of the camp and the tall grass with an odd weapon in his hand that he produced from his knapsack.
OOC: To be continued.... But if y'all would like to RP your watches please do.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Nat sits in silence for a while, watching the darkness. When he speaks to Duc, he keeps his voice low as he speaks, not keen to attract attention from passers-by of any kind. Caorthann, is it? Never made it there. I had a friend who married a lass from Caorthann, went there to settle down. I kept meaning to visit, but, you know... he shrugs. So, how is it, being the great champion? The victor of the stupidest bloody contest than no sane man or woman would enter? His tone is light, joking, but he doesn't conceal his curiosity.
Alici spends her watch pacing and looking about, paying careful attention to watch out for snakes that might be slithering around in the grass. She stays quiet as she paces, and occasionally stops to stare up at the stars.
When her watch has ended, she unrolls her bedroll and crawls in, sleeping in full armor, using her pack as a pillow.
~♡~
OOC: I'll leave this open to RP watch. It's DnD brunch tomorrow folks! I'll be occupied from am to early evening! I'll check in probably about 6 EST. Enjoy your Saturday!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Gimble's watch is equally uneventful. In the morning you awake to the smell of breakfast but Gimble has left it cooking now 30ft away at the road speaking to a large caravan of camels heading towards the coast from the desert behind. Now in the middle of the savannah the temperature has distinctly risen several degrees above that near the coast. Today's ride will be hot and take a while longer due to watering the horses.
The breakfast you observe in one of the pots on the fire is an elven porridge some of you are famailar. Retiog notices a bunch of berries collected are edible from his own upbringing while the coffee brewing in another pot is famailar to all.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Alici wakes with a start and a deep breath, throwing her bedroll off of her and scrambling backwards, hand grasping for her blade. Not finding it, at her hip, she balls her hands into fists and she narrowly avoids knocking something over when she stands. It takes her a moment to realize that she's in no danger. When she does her stance relaxes.
She smooths and wraps her hair into a tight bun behind her head, waits patiently for the others to wake, then sets to dividing the meal up and pouring the coffee, serving the others first before settling down to partake.
~♡~
Nat also wakes, clears his bedroll away, and joins Alici for breakfast. Though he gives her a nod of greeting, he is in a sombre mood and does not engage in conversation, at least for the moment.
Duc rises quietly, mentally preparing for the challenges ahead. She adjusts her gear and makes herself a little more presentable and then checks her sword and daggers are clean before tackling the coffee with enthusiasm.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Retiog rises with the sun and is well refreshed for being used to sleeping in such conditions.He takes some time foraging to find something that may supplement the porridge. After a few moments he comes back with a handful of small, red berries and tosses them in the pot. "That should help us stay more alert for our journey," he announces to the group. He also pockets a few of the berries for later.
He eyes the caravan of camels and walks over to Gimble. "Perhaps we should trade our horse from some of these?"
"We're not crossing the desert the tomb is just at the cusp. Horses are best," Gimble replies to Retiog thanking the Bedouin and pocketing something before the caravan moves on.
Gimble then moves back towards the party gathered for breakfast.
"We eat then move," Gimble begins looking strangely out of sorts, brooding and curt. "They warned me of raiders that attacked them in the night near where we're headed. They killed women and children while their fighters were putting out a brush fire undoubted started by the bandits as a distraction. We should arrive at the tomb before night fall but we should be on our guard. Myself and the highest members of the guild know about this assignment. I think the raiders are just a coincidence and a caravan that size is an easy target," he explains taking a bowl of porridge of his own as well as a coffee.
Gimble then eats in silence not engaging with a joke or a smile as he did since you meet him.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
After Alici finishes her meal she starts cleaning dishes and packing camp in silence. She takes other people's bowls and eating implements as well. You get the feeling she isn't even thinking twice about it, just doing what comes naturally to her after years of practice. She cleans quickly and efficiently and makes ready, not speaking as she prepares.
~♡~
Nat fishes one of the red berries out of the pot, inspects it and takes a bite. Thanks, he says to Retiog, but he continues to eat breakfast in relative silence, seemingly distracted by his own thoughts.
Gimble nods to Alici for her help but says very little. The brooding handsome half-elven man looks like he's battling something internally now as he moves to resaddle his horse and pack his gear back onto his saddle.
"It'll take nearly all the daylight today to reach that," Gimble replies pointing to a hazy looking peek jutted up from the relatively flat savannah stretching out in all directions around them. The peek was subtle in the distance as the party approached and it's possible they did not notice it before! "It was recently desecrated by the Empire in this new push for magic users being held in check to non-wielders but it was ransacked ages before that! My...my people were from the mountains. I....well I got word another tomb is lurking there untouched and we're meant to find it," he explains next pulling himself onto his horse and waiting for the party to follow suit.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Alici checks her mount's bridle, saddle, saddle bags, and her own armor one more time, dons her helm and climbs her steed. She waits for the others ready to hold the rear once the group departs.
~♡~