Az Emberi: You do not gain the benefits of a long rest. You have 1 level of exhaustion, (Disadvantage on Ability Checks) and you take 10Psychic damage upon waking.
Some of you know this about Wyvern Tor: (I'm assuming you'll all discuss this so no need for spoilers) This crag is a prominent landmark in the rugged hills northeast of the Sword Mountains and is easily visible from twenty miles away. People traveling along the Triboar Trail in the vicinity of Conyberry catch glimpses of Wyvern Tor to the south as they go. The tor was formerly the home of a large and dangerous nest of wyverns, but a band of bold adventurers dealt with the monsters years ago. Though the wyverns never returned, other creatures lair here from time to time.
Dustfinger flinches as he catches a whiff of his boots. Assumes it was one of the tiny pricks he camps with, shakes out his boots of any excess, and slips them on regardless. Plots revenge.
"Ive never been on this side of the Swords- up and down the Dessarin and Surbin though." Fjolnir looks at Az... "...man you look like cold shit... aside the fact that you have a glass eye in your forehead. Did you know it was going to do that? Do we need to pull that shit out?"
Az Emberi lookingvstraight ahead his third eye scanning left and right. "I'm fine. Restless night but that might be the new eye settling. That ws a wierd sentence. Anyway, no I don't think it needs to come out. When I was turned human I lost some of my wolf like senses. They seem to be rushing back. Everything is...louder. Not just sounds. Smells are louder. Sights are louder. Thats the only way I can explain it. I'm going to see this through for a while."
"oh if ah had my druthers, i'd have us go the hills. Terrain isn't as level, sure, but if we're going to be ambushed, maybe we see them coming. I don't want to get caught in a box." Fjolnir helps finish packing up the camp.
You trek through the hills. It's a bit slower going than the valley would have been, but there are points where you can crest a peak and see for miles. Every once in a while you get a faint scent of urine. On top of that, Venomfang's head is stinking, bad. Piss mixed with death. You eat some bacon. You don't encounter anything all day.
You eat more bacon. By the end of dinner, it looks like you still have about 4 days of bacon left. Absinthe notices the cart slowly getting lighter.
Judging by what you've seen ahead vs how far you've traveled, it looks like you'll need to camp once more after tonight before you can start looking for the orc camp. You set up for the night. 8 It goes by without an encounter.
Dustfinger:
Your sleep is troubled with nightmares. You're in a large, dark room, or a cave, you can't see the walls, even with your darkvision. A shadow looms at the edge of your vision but you can't make it out. You creep closer but it moves away. No matter which direction you move or how fast it stays the same exact distance from you. It finally whispers, but it sounds like multiple voices at once. "You have been granted power, you will grant a favor." The voice pauses as if waiting for a response, but as soon as you try to say something it talks over you. "The nature of this task will be provided in time, there is more watching to be done, more planning. For now, be grateful for your gift."
*Sniff "Phooo- weee that dragon skull is ripe. Remind me when next we camp to find a bed of ants to set that thing near so they can strip some of the mess from inside."
Indeed it did feel like no time at all! And so did the next day. 5 Except not, because it dragged on and on because nothing happened. You ate more bacon and walked up and down hills to an uneventful end.
Dusk sets in and you start setting up camp. From where you are you can see the tor, it looks like only a short distance of travel in the morning before you might find the camp, but finding it this late would put some of you at a disadvantage. 13
Dustfinger:
The smell is definitely strongest near your boots.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Wis save 14
history 15
Az Emberi looks like he has had a restless night.
Az Emberi: You do not gain the benefits of a long rest. You have 1 level of exhaustion, (Disadvantage on Ability Checks) and you take 10 Psychic damage upon waking.
Some of you know this about Wyvern Tor: (I'm assuming you'll all discuss this so no need for spoilers)
This crag is a prominent landmark in the rugged hills northeast of the Sword Mountains and is easily visible from twenty miles away. People traveling along the Triboar Trail in the vicinity of Conyberry catch glimpses of Wyvern Tor to the south as they go. The tor was formerly the home of a large and dangerous nest of wyverns, but a band of bold adventurers dealt with the monsters years ago. Though the wyverns never returned, other creatures lair here from time to time.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dustfinger flinches as he catches a whiff of his boots. Assumes it was one of the tiny pricks he camps with, shakes out his boots of any excess, and slips them on regardless. Plots revenge.
"Ive never been on this side of the Swords- up and down the Dessarin and Surbin though." Fjolnir looks at Az... "...man you look like cold shit... aside the fact that you have a glass eye in your forehead. Did you know it was going to do that? Do we need to pull that shit out?"
Az Emberi lookingvstraight ahead his third eye scanning left and right. "I'm fine. Restless night but that might be the new eye settling. That ws a wierd sentence. Anyway, no I don't think it needs to come out. When I was turned human I lost some of my wolf like senses. They seem to be rushing back. Everything is...louder. Not just sounds. Smells are louder. Sights are louder. Thats the only way I can explain it. I'm going to see this through for a while."
After some consideration, Dustfinger banishes his shortsword and summons a double-bladed scimitar to his hand a moment later.
Wizzard Rolls.... of JUSTICE 15 5
Chronomancy!!!
You have a breakfast of bacon and break down the campsite.
Are you going through the hills or the valley?
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Az Emberi simultaneously stares at the hills and the valley. "I see no benifit or detriment in either direction. I vote valley"
"oh if ah had my druthers, i'd have us go the hills. Terrain isn't as level, sure, but if we're going to be ambushed, maybe we see them coming. I don't want to get caught in a box." Fjolnir helps finish packing up the camp.
Az Shrugs. "Hills it is then"
Hills indeed! 10
You trek through the hills. It's a bit slower going than the valley would have been, but there are points where you can crest a peak and see for miles. Every once in a while you get a faint scent of urine. On top of that, Venomfang's head is stinking, bad. Piss mixed with death. You eat some bacon. You don't encounter anything all day.
You eat more bacon. By the end of dinner, it looks like you still have about 4 days of bacon left. Absinthe notices the cart slowly getting lighter.
Judging by what you've seen ahead vs how far you've traveled, it looks like you'll need to camp once more after tonight before you can start looking for the orc camp. You set up for the night. 8 It goes by without an encounter.
Dustfinger:
Your sleep is troubled with nightmares. You're in a large, dark room, or a cave, you can't see the walls, even with your darkvision. A shadow looms at the edge of your vision but you can't make it out. You creep closer but it moves away. No matter which direction you move or how fast it stays the same exact distance from you. It finally whispers, but it sounds like multiple voices at once. "You have been granted power, you will grant a favor." The voice pauses as if waiting for a response, but as soon as you try to say something it talks over you. "The nature of this task will be provided in time, there is more watching to be done, more planning. For now, be grateful for your gift."
You all wake up and eat more bacon.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dustfinger stares tiredly into the nothing while he eats, a small strange smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
*Sniff "Phooo- weee that dragon skull is ripe. Remind me when next we camp to find a bed of ants to set that thing near so they can strip some of the mess from inside."
That rest went by so fast it's almost as if it were no time at all.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Indeed it did feel like no time at all! And so did the next day. 5 Except not, because it dragged on and on because nothing happened. You ate more bacon and walked up and down hills to an uneventful end.
Dusk sets in and you start setting up camp. From where you are you can see the tor, it looks like only a short distance of travel in the morning before you might find the camp, but finding it this late would put some of you at a disadvantage. 13
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
You all rest with no further incidents. Dawn breaks and you set off again.
Az Emberi and Fjolnir: Make a Perception or Survival check.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Perception 10
Survival 26
Perception 12