While the group is setting up camp, Farkur murmurs to himself in a jaunty, almost excited kind of way, in the Gnomish tongue. Ally catches little snippets, but what he's saying sounds confusing and disjointed. While he's doing this, anytime he moves his staff, the mistletoe tied to the blade end seems to leave tiny motes of light behind that almost immediately disappear, but that's probably just a trick of the eye. After about 10 minutes, he stops messing about and looks up into the tree and calls, "Good evening, my feathered friends! I'm so glad to see you enjoying this magnificent tree. Can you please let me know if there are any predator about we should be wary of?"
Rawley notices it, listens for a moment, then loads his crossbow, lays down on his stomach next to a bush and stares into the darkness towards south, letting his eyes adjust to it. He trusts others take the cue and silently prepare for something.
OOC: I will definitely try to remember to do that in the future. Sorry about that.
"There're goblins and a cat in the area," Farkur says, still looking at the crows, but speaking to the others a little more quietly. "Thank you for the news, my friends," he says more loudly to the crows. "Can you tell me where the goblins and cat are?"
"Two trees?" Farkur repeats more to himself. "I'm guessing the goblins aren't close, but we should still be careful. The cat, though ..." He calls up to the talkative crow, "How big is the cat? It is as big as me?"
OOC: I have a feeling all this talking to animals is killing to campaign, so I'm going to skip talking to the cat.
Farkur gathers some wood into a pile and shakes the end of his spear over it. Magically, the wood ignites into a small campfire. He bends over and blows underneath the flame to feed it before settling back and stare at the light for a bit. After a little bit, he takes out a ration and consumes it. "I'll be happy to take first watch," the gnome offers.
"I can help you watch if you like?" She sends Squirrel up the tree to get a better view of the surrounding area. She occasionally looks through his eyes in the tree, knowing that if he sees anything he will let her know. She also takes out a small patch of leather and twists it between her fingers. mage armor
While the group is setting up camp, Farkur murmurs to himself in a jaunty, almost excited kind of way, in the Gnomish tongue. Ally catches little snippets, but what he's saying sounds confusing and disjointed. While he's doing this, anytime he moves his staff, the mistletoe tied to the blade end seems to leave tiny motes of light behind that almost immediately disappear, but that's probably just a trick of the eye. After about 10 minutes, he stops messing about and looks up into the tree and calls, "Good evening, my feathered friends! I'm so glad to see you enjoying this magnificent tree. Can you please let me know if there are any predator about we should be wary of?"
Chazrael nods and goes to a corner, counting his arrows, then pulls out a piece of wood and starts cutting it.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Rawley notices it, listens for a moment, then loads his crossbow, lays down on his stomach next to a bush and stares into the darkness towards south, letting his eyes adjust to it. He trusts others take the cue and silently prepare for something.
OOC: I will definitely try to remember to do that in the future. Sorry about that.
"There're goblins and a cat in the area," Farkur says, still looking at the crows, but speaking to the others a little more quietly. "Thank you for the news, my friends," he says more loudly to the crows. "Can you tell me where the goblins and cat are?"
Chazrael hears Farkur and quickly knocks his bow and begins to scan the area while waiting for him to continue speaking to the crows.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
"Two trees?" Farkur repeats more to himself. "I'm guessing the goblins aren't close, but we should still be careful. The cat, though ..." He calls up to the talkative crow, "How big is the cat? It is as big as me?"
"Oh," Farkur says a little sheepishly. The gnome then begins peering about for the cat, specifically looking for its eyes.
OOC: Did we get a fire going, or is it just dark around the tree?
Perception: 19
OOC: I have a feeling all this talking to animals is killing to campaign, so I'm going to skip talking to the cat.
Farkur gathers some wood into a pile and shakes the end of his spear over it. Magically, the wood ignites into a small campfire. He bends over and blows underneath the flame to feed it before settling back and stare at the light for a bit. After a little bit, he takes out a ration and consumes it. "I'll be happy to take first watch," the gnome offers.
OOC2: Druidcraft
Ally
"I can help you watch if you like?" She sends Squirrel up the tree to get a better view of the surrounding area. She occasionally looks through his eyes in the tree, knowing that if he sees anything he will let her know. She also takes out a small patch of leather and twists it between her fingers. mage armor
Chazrael nods. "I will take the second watch."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
(Not really. Had I wanted to make Chaz more like Ron Swanson, I would have given him sleep fighting as a disorder. I'm good)
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
When everyone except Ally settles in, Farkur sits facing east with his back to the fire.
Perception: 22
Ally
Initiative:7
Rawley initiative: 15