Paavu grunted his approval at Lark. Although any further words out of the mini-giant turned to a pained groan soon after. "Bloody hooter. Paavu make pay dearly for that one." He states as he righted himself. One deep breathe in soon after, and Paavu appears to shrugs off most of the pain. Within that moment of clarity, the flail head whips through the air once.. twice... and then in the final third rotation, the proverbial hammer is dropped upon the head of his attacker.
Bonus Action: Activating Second Wind and regaining 8 Health.
Action:Give'm Da Flail. To Hit: 19 For: 11 non-magical bludgeoning damage on conscious Owlbear.
Future Reaction: Uvar rune to grant Rose "Kneecapper" advantage on her next attack against her target.
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Paavu's hammer comes down hard on the Owlbears neck, the sound of a bone crunching can be heard to any in the immediate area. The creature seems to be close to the end, as it's movements become suddenly sluggish, and its roars, quite a bit less fierce. Rose, taking the initiative, missing the mostly-still creature somehow before mumbling under her breath! The wind roaring its dirge over the battlefield as Lark, and his two bed companions nap on the cold road. Burgee's burning passion bellows over the battlefield like the sound of an indignant child getting scolded, that he had heard once when passing someone's house. A bolt of fire sailing at the owlbears weakened form, landing a direct hit on it's side, temporarily igniting it before the flames washed over it. Lark, continuing to sleep.
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he owlbear, believing it's mate to be dead, and seeing atleast three angry creatures, dashes for the nearest chunk of forest, attempting to flee to save it's life. Hooting and hollering in pain as it does,leaving a soft-blood trail. Dashing away as fast as it could... perhaps.
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"Every one okay?" Burgee asks in a voice sounding eerily similar to Paavu as he continues to try to connect with the big guy. "We let that one go? Look at cart thing?" He looks over towards the squarish brown lump and begins moving cautiously towards it to determine what it is and what may have become of the owners. (Investigation: 7)
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Paavu appears to think long and hard about whipping out the crossbow at his side, before huffing and merely heading over to finish off the sleeping owlbear. "That one will not trouble the road for some time, at least." He comments as he began revving up the strike. "Assuming it survives those wounds. Ornery crettins. Whatever made mage or god created them aughta known better." He adds just before bringing the flail down for a braining strike.
Action:Give'm Da Flail. To Hit: 19 For: 15 non-magical bludgeoning damage on conscious Owlbear. (If rolls still needed. Attack is considered an auto-crit due to creature being unconscious, so its an additional 2 if above doesn't roll a nat20 itself)
Once the creature is well and truly dead, Paavu moves on to shake Lark awake, leaving Burgee to handle checking the cart. As soon as the goblin was up, the goliath doesn't even spare him a moment more of thought, as he had already moved on to the wolf bundle nearby.
Rose brushes herself off as the owlbear flees crying out That'll teach you to mess with us! Turning to see Paavu finishing off the other bear she frowns as he finishes it. While understanding the need, and knowing the spell affecting it to be short lived, she still felt wrong about killing an animal that couldn't defend iitself. Rose instead heads over the (hopefully) now awake Lark, placing a hand on his shoulder and muttering an incantation to heal his wounds. Cure Wounds5
Lark continues sleeping as the owlbear runs off. Everyone opting to let it run freely back into the woods.Crashing through the branches weakly until it was far off. Burgee starting to head towards the cart. Paavu finishing the remaining owlbear off in a crushing blow of gore with the power he put behind his blow, brains and blood flying everywhere. The chip of the owlbears beak-tip flying up into Paavu's nose with a near-perfect shot under the helm. While dealing no damage, it caused a mild tickle. Lark, snapping to attention and panicking for just the briefest moment, until he realized the blood he was covered in was NOT in fact his own.
Taking stock of the situation, and wiping as much of the gore off himself as much as was possible, before looking over to where the wreckage was, watching Burgee do his thing just before he feels vermillion energy flow into his body, healing him slightly, but bringing him farther from the edge than he had been. T-Thanks. My goodness, that hurt like hell. I never thought it would turn to me! I'm so diminutive! Not sure if I'll ever be able to use my instrument again! he says, none of you being sure if he's being over dramatic or not.
As Burgee-vu looks over the scene, he see's the original body, the one the owlbears were eating when the group stumbled upon them. Around the other side, the already eaten corpse of what looks like it used to be a woman, and what was left of their child, lay together in a pile of gore, the mother clearly having shielded her child until her own life was snuffed out. The mules that were pulling the cart along were dead and desiccated, pulling the cart down slightly.
Multiple crates and sacks seem to be stacked haphazardly inside the cart.
Should anyone check them, they would contain 4 frayed sets of playing cards - 47 ink-toothed pens - 1 short bow - 4 damaged scimitars - 32 packaged butterfly wings - a single simple drinking horn - 12 pinches worth of glowing dust - and a single, exquisite monocle. The rest was simple foodstuffs, enough for another two weeks travel for 3 people (35 days of rations roughly)
Rose helps Lark to his feet and brushes him off. Well you're still among the living my friend. We'll start having to call you Lark the Brave after stunts like those. Or maybe Lark the Sleepy. Rose says teasingly with a chuckle. Afterwords she walks over towards the cart. Stopping to give the corpses a sorrowful look. It's only nature, but still an unfortunate tragedy. Selûne guide your souls. Rose halts a moment to pray over the dead before finally joining Burgee and inspecting the gear. Merchants perhaps? Rose examines the glowing dust to see if she knows what it is.
Arcana?: 18 (if investigate it's the same bonus so same roll)
To no one in particular she asks So what now? I could use a bit of a rest but don't think this is the best spot. Want to just keep pushing forward?
Burgee shudders at the bloody scene before him as he approached the cart. He turns to tell Rose to keep away but is to late to keep her from sharing in sight. "Those foul creatures," he says to Rose as she pays over the bodies. "No, let's not stay here. The road is clearly unsafe."
Burgee begins examining the contents of the cart. He looks at the butterfly wings and shakes his head as a sadness comes over him recalling the God that took the wings from his people. His mood turns dark and quiet. He simply picks up a few of the rations, eyes Rose and the others, and pulls his coat tighter around himself.
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Paavu presses a thumb to the opposing side of his nose and just blows out the beak chunk out to an unoccupied side. He also makes a mental note to see a blacksmith about a face plate for his helmet. "Hn. You have already proven your bravery, little green. But, if feel so strongly as this, then need not go further. What we do will be no easy task, Paavu believes." Paavu states as he checked over the wolf bundle, and made sure it was alive and well.
"In fact, now would be best time. While way is relatively clear, you can head back. Recover something of fallen travelers, and return with news in town, little green. And this one here. Give to troubled friend back there. Ss... Sala..zar, right? Help mend heart, Paavu thinks." He nods, then starts for a second. "After telling where castle is, of course. Think on it while we bury dead." With that, he trundles over to examine the dead, and then scan the nearby area for a decent spot to start digging at least a large grave for the family. "Mn. That should do. Take an hour, but doable. After which, we go for a few hours more up road before resting."He stated more than suggested, but would not balk at anyone stepping up with ideas.
In either case, he pulls out a trench shovel, which in his hands looked almost comically small compared to his giant physique, and set to work some ten to fifteen paces off the road on digging said graves. And while he would welcome any help, Paavu would not begrudge anyone wishing to take the time to get in an early short rest, and just play passive guards for any more trouble.
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With the fight over and everyone starting to more-or-less check out the wreckage in the road, Burgee seeing what the poor souls who lost their lives here were travelling with, stumbling onto the wings before growing melancholy. Rose however, taking an interest in the dust, and looking it over. For the most part, the dust was unremarkable, but she felt it was one of those special reagents that acts as a catalytic spell-casting tool. Sort of like a skeleton key of reagents in that though consumed on the use, this powder could be used in lieu of any other single material component And was normally rather expensive. Upon looking around, and seeing no spell marks that weren't made recently - it's easy to determine that this was something these folks intended to sell rather than were able to use.
No big guy, I'm fine. Just caught me off guard! And there's a tingle in my pinky that I just can't explain. Lark explained waiving his hands in a 'dont mind it' manner.
((Just waiting to see if the party wants to press forward or dig graves!))
Rose sees Paavu preparing a grave for the fallen, not wanting to let him do all the work she does whatever she can, bringing the corpses over to the graves though perhaps waiting for help with the adult woman. Rose offers up some final prayers and a moment of silence. Wiping then sweat and blood off her brow, she winches in pain as she feels the claw marks the bear had left her. For moment she considers healing the wound, but feel mentally exhausted she doubted she could bring herself to cast further today. Deciding it better save the spell for now she cleans out the wound as best she can with water from her waterskin. Well then, let's get going. Any ground we can still make today will save us time in the tomorrow. Burgee, you may want to take that dust. May be useful in a pinch should components run low, and the dead dont need it.
Rose will grab an extra 5 days worth of rations as well, better to put it to use than let it sit out here and attract more wildlife to the roadway. Once the others are ready she presses on down the road.
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It takes around an hour but between the two of you at the very least, potentially with Burgee and larks assistance, they get the job done. And while all the graves are makeshift, they still serve their purpose. The day continues on, leading towards the afternoon, and Burgee either having or having not taken the dust, everyone eventually proceeds down the road.
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It seems that the rest of the trip, deep into the night is otherwise uneventful, aside from occasional wildlife crossing paths with the party. A small pack of Al'Miraji, occasionally a deer or a doe. A few winter birds singing their dirges, but the road itself is mundane. That mundacity only exemplified with the white, green, and grey landscape around it. Though beautiful, was overall monotone. The wind picking up, and the chill of the breeze sinking into everyone except perhaps Paavu's flesh. As darkness crept over the landscape, it takes another hour to find a spot suitable to set down and start a fire. The chill of the night... 75 being lower-moderate. Not quite as cold as it could be, however... it was at this moment, that everyone realized, not a single one of them had purchased winter clothing... despite everyone having said they were going to.
Earlier that day... Burgee's mood lightened slightly as Paavu recommends digging the graves. Why these merchants were carrying the body parts of other creatures, clearly now left flightless, or worse, dead, disturbed him deeply. But still... the dead deserved rest. And the fact that his companions had the compassion to think of these lost souls let his guard drop a little. He made his way toward Paavu, warmly looked the group over once again and found an implement to help dig the makeshift graves.
Present... "I can take the first watch if you'd like," Burgee says to the others. He looks for a high roost somewhere nearby to spend his evening and passes the time studying several of the symbols on his staff. Thinking back on the old woman who had helped him learn to control his powers and the tomes she'd used. The staff was beautifully carved and was a treasured gift that helped him focus and recall her teachings, and their talks about that night. The storm that shot power through his body and threw him into the sea... and took his consciousness traveling through space and time until he was there on that shore, alone, but awake.
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"Mn. It would be good. I will take last." Paavu replied to Burgee while absently tending to the bundled up wolf in his arms. As most at least become more noticeably chilled by the atmosphere, Paavu just nods to himself, and would break away from the group long enough to try and gather extra fire wood for the night. Albeit, not before making sure the tent was set, and offering again for the smaller folk to make use of it during the night; Burgee include, if a bit after the fact. There was still some underlying tension there whenever Paavu needed to interact with the bird man. But as the days went by, it was become less so.
So far...
He also made sure to entrust Yue, or so was the name he spoke, to Rose before taking a hopefully brief leave of the camp. So long as nothing untoward happens, he returns as soon as reasonably possible, and finds either a nice patch of snow, or sleeps with his bare feet stick out of the tent(if unoccupied by others) to settle in for a long rest after the din-din.
Survival: 18. (if needed to find extra. And he would have a torch with him, unless bestowed night vision by Rose)
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Rose intends to make full use of the tent this time around. While no stranger to cold she knew better than to sleep unsheltered in this weather. Mentally kicking herself for being so forgetful as to not bring warmer clothes. Second watch it is for me then. I'll be in the tent until then. Rose makes herself comfortable, finally deciding it was safe to use the last of her magic on her wound, even If only to avoid a nasty scar or infection. When Paavu drops off the wolf for her to look after she pets him a few times before quickly catching up to Paavu before he leaves. Save the torch. Here, Selûnes gifts can be shared ya know. Rose places a hand on her holy symbol as it faintly glows with twilight. Paavu would notice his vision become clearer in the dark, he could see much further and clearer that if he simply carried the torch. Still bring the torch though. Last time I counted it lasted about 10 minuets or so before I would have to cast it again. Oh! And just in case you run into trouble! Rose places a hand on Paavus leg giving him the Blessing of the Vigilant so make him ready for anything that may happen. Once Paavu was throughly buffed, Rose went back into the tent and curled up next to the wolf for warmth, silently hoping it remembered who healed it.
(Vigilant BlessingUA: As an action, you give one creature you touch (including possibly yourself) advantage on the next initiative roll the creature makes. This benefit ends immediately after the roll or if you use this feature again.)
(Eyes of NightUA: Your eyes are blessed, allowing you to see through the deepest gloom. You have darkvision with no maximum range; you can see in dim light as if it were bright light and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can magically give the benefit of darkvision with no maximum range to any number of creatures you can see within 10 feet of you. The shared benefit lasts for 10 minutes. You can extend this benefit 3 time(s), and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.)
For whatever reason, Lark didn't quite seem to be his usual chipper and cheery self. He had become more introverted, and thinking to himself. He hadn't said much since the fight with the Owlbears. Burgee's thoughts were ever filled with memories of his mentor. And all that had happened between meeting her, finding that one place that he could only vaguely remember, with friends he could only vaguely remember.. all of them having been in dire straits trapped in some dungeon, and all that about slaves.... He remembered that the staff was if nothing else, atleast a replica of the first great staff ever to have been made, and it was imbued with potent magics but somehow he seemed farther away from them than he had been before. The power was more dormant than before. Though he always felt a tug... a tug that said it was still tangible, but a new directive was required.
Paavu going out for wood to burn on the fire, comes back with a single, massive stump of dry wood, that he tosses on the fire, almost putting it out, until it caught flame, and burned ever brighter throughout the night. Eventually Paavu finding a nice patch of snow for comfort within range of the fire, just in case. Rose stealing the tent, all for herself for now. One of the entrances having been placed to face the fire so that at least some of the warmth could permeate through it. The moon was waning and the darkness beginning to eat one side of it. The snow fall hadn't increased but the bitter chill of the wind hadn't died down. Luckily, the area near the camp was more neutral than either. The sounds of night-creatures echoing across the land in far flung shadows. Burgee taking a spot in a nearby tree, that was unfortunately a little bit away from the camp and the warmth of the fire itself.
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The night went by rather peacefully, at-least until Burgee heard the sound of huffs and growls coming from the tent! The wolf had woken up, and was now frantically tearing into Rose's pack, having torn a small hole in the top, and was frantically trying to open one of her rations-tins.
Burgee was chilled up in the tree and already considering the fire when the sounds started coming from the tent. He hopped down from his perch and moved quickly to the tent to find the pup rustling through packs. "Wake up!" He shouts to the others. "Rose, I think it's your gear!" He looks towards Paavu, "Any chance you can calm this beast?" He taps the staff on the ground and waves a hand in the direction of the pack and a floating hand appears and moves toward the pack to try to wrestle it from the wolf. "That is not yours little guy!" mage hand
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Paavu grunted his approval at Lark. Although any further words out of the mini-giant turned to a pained groan soon after. "Bloody hooter. Paavu make pay dearly for that one." He states as he righted himself. One deep breathe in soon after, and Paavu appears to shrugs off most of the pain. Within that moment of clarity, the flail head whips through the air once.. twice... and then in the final third rotation, the proverbial hammer is dropped upon the head of his attacker.
Bonus Action: Activating Second Wind and regaining 8 Health.
Action: Give'm Da Flail.
To Hit: 19 For: 11 non-magical bludgeoning damage on conscious Owlbear.
Future Reaction: Uvar rune to grant Rose "Kneecapper" advantage on her next attack against her target.
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Rose charges towards the bear cackling like a maniac. She lunges towards the owlbear, arms wide, yelling Bear Hug! Attack: 22 Damage: 18 Luck: 18
Regardless if she lands in the bears fur or on the ground she mumbles something to herself that sounds distinctly like hmmfffhmmffmmm
Burgee: Attack: 14 Damage: 6
Paavu's hammer comes down hard on the Owlbears neck, the sound of a bone crunching can be heard to any in the immediate area. The creature seems to be close to the end, as it's movements become suddenly sluggish, and its roars, quite a bit less fierce. Rose, taking the initiative, missing the mostly-still creature somehow before mumbling under her breath! The wind roaring its dirge over the battlefield as Lark, and his two bed companions nap on the cold road. Burgee's burning passion bellows over the battlefield like the sound of an indignant child getting scolded, that he had heard once when passing someone's house. A bolt of fire sailing at the owlbears weakened form, landing a direct hit on it's side, temporarily igniting it before the flames washed over it. Lark, continuing to sleep.
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he owlbear, believing it's mate to be dead, and seeing atleast three angry creatures, dashes for the nearest chunk of forest, attempting to flee to save it's life. Hooting and hollering in pain as it does,leaving a soft-blood trail. Dashing away as fast as it could... perhaps.
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"Every one okay?" Burgee asks in a voice sounding eerily similar to Paavu as he continues to try to connect with the big guy. "We let that one go? Look at cart thing?" He looks over towards the squarish brown lump and begins moving cautiously towards it to determine what it is and what may have become of the owners. (Investigation: 7)
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Paavu appears to think long and hard about whipping out the crossbow at his side, before huffing and merely heading over to finish off the sleeping owlbear. "That one will not trouble the road for some time, at least." He comments as he began revving up the strike. "Assuming it survives those wounds. Ornery crettins. Whatever made mage or god created them aughta known better." He adds just before bringing the flail down for a braining strike.
Action: Give'm Da Flail.
To Hit: 19 For: 15 non-magical bludgeoning damage on conscious Owlbear.
(If rolls still needed. Attack is considered an auto-crit due to creature being unconscious, so its an additional 2 if above doesn't roll a nat20 itself)
Once the creature is well and truly dead, Paavu moves on to shake Lark awake, leaving Burgee to handle checking the cart. As soon as the goblin was up, the goliath doesn't even spare him a moment more of thought, as he had already moved on to the wolf bundle nearby.
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Rose brushes herself off as the owlbear flees crying out That'll teach you to mess with us! Turning to see Paavu finishing off the other bear she frowns as he finishes it. While understanding the need, and knowing the spell affecting it to be short lived, she still felt wrong about killing an animal that couldn't defend iitself. Rose instead heads over the (hopefully) now awake Lark, placing a hand on his shoulder and muttering an incantation to heal his wounds. Cure Wounds 5
Lark continues sleeping as the owlbear runs off. Everyone opting to let it run freely back into the woods.Crashing through the branches weakly until it was far off. Burgee starting to head towards the cart. Paavu finishing the remaining owlbear off in a crushing blow of gore with the power he put behind his blow, brains and blood flying everywhere. The chip of the owlbears beak-tip flying up into Paavu's nose with a near-perfect shot under the helm. While dealing no damage, it caused a mild tickle. Lark, snapping to attention and panicking for just the briefest moment, until he realized the blood he was covered in was NOT in fact his own.
Taking stock of the situation, and wiping as much of the gore off himself as much as was possible, before looking over to where the wreckage was, watching Burgee do his thing just before he feels vermillion energy flow into his body, healing him slightly, but bringing him farther from the edge than he had been. T-Thanks. My goodness, that hurt like hell. I never thought it would turn to me! I'm so diminutive! Not sure if I'll ever be able to use my instrument again! he says, none of you being sure if he's being over dramatic or not.
As Burgee-vu looks over the scene, he see's the original body, the one the owlbears were eating when the group stumbled upon them. Around the other side, the already eaten corpse of what looks like it used to be a woman, and what was left of their child, lay together in a pile of gore, the mother clearly having shielded her child until her own life was snuffed out. The mules that were pulling the cart along were dead and desiccated, pulling the cart down slightly.
Multiple crates and sacks seem to be stacked haphazardly inside the cart.
Should anyone check them, they would contain 4 frayed sets of playing cards - 47 ink-toothed pens - 1 short bow - 4 damaged scimitars - 32 packaged butterfly wings - a single simple drinking horn - 12 pinches worth of glowing dust - and a single, exquisite monocle. The rest was simple foodstuffs, enough for another two weeks travel for 3 people (35 days of rations roughly)
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Rose helps Lark to his feet and brushes him off. Well you're still among the living my friend. We'll start having to call you Lark the Brave after stunts like those. Or maybe Lark the Sleepy. Rose says teasingly with a chuckle. Afterwords she walks over towards the cart. Stopping to give the corpses a sorrowful look. It's only nature, but still an unfortunate tragedy. Selûne guide your souls. Rose halts a moment to pray over the dead before finally joining Burgee and inspecting the gear. Merchants perhaps? Rose examines the glowing dust to see if she knows what it is.
Arcana?: 18 (if investigate it's the same bonus so same roll)
To no one in particular she asks So what now? I could use a bit of a rest but don't think this is the best spot. Want to just keep pushing forward?
Burgee shudders at the bloody scene before him as he approached the cart. He turns to tell Rose to keep away but is to late to keep her from sharing in sight. "Those foul creatures," he says to Rose as she pays over the bodies. "No, let's not stay here. The road is clearly unsafe."
Burgee begins examining the contents of the cart. He looks at the butterfly wings and shakes his head as a sadness comes over him recalling the God that took the wings from his people. His mood turns dark and quiet. He simply picks up a few of the rations, eyes Rose and the others, and pulls his coat tighter around himself.
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Paavu presses a thumb to the opposing side of his nose and just blows out the beak chunk out to an unoccupied side. He also makes a mental note to see a blacksmith about a face plate for his helmet. "Hn. You have already proven your bravery, little green. But, if feel so strongly as this, then need not go further. What we do will be no easy task, Paavu believes." Paavu states as he checked over the wolf bundle, and made sure it was alive and well.
"In fact, now would be best time. While way is relatively clear, you can head back. Recover something of fallen travelers, and return with news in town, little green. And this one here. Give to troubled friend back there. Ss... Sala..zar, right? Help mend heart, Paavu thinks." He nods, then starts for a second. "After telling where castle is, of course. Think on it while we bury dead." With that, he trundles over to examine the dead, and then scan the nearby area for a decent spot to start digging at least a large grave for the family. "Mn. That should do. Take an hour, but doable. After which, we go for a few hours more up road before resting." He stated more than suggested, but would not balk at anyone stepping up with ideas.
In either case, he pulls out a trench shovel, which in his hands looked almost comically small compared to his giant physique, and set to work some ten to fifteen paces off the road on digging said graves. And while he would welcome any help, Paavu would not begrudge anyone wishing to take the time to get in an early short rest, and just play passive guards for any more trouble.
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With the fight over and everyone starting to more-or-less check out the wreckage in the road, Burgee seeing what the poor souls who lost their lives here were travelling with, stumbling onto the wings before growing melancholy. Rose however, taking an interest in the dust, and looking it over. For the most part, the dust was unremarkable, but she felt it was one of those special reagents that acts as a catalytic spell-casting tool. Sort of like a skeleton key of reagents in that though consumed on the use, this powder could be used in lieu of any other single material component And was normally rather expensive. Upon looking around, and seeing no spell marks that weren't made recently - it's easy to determine that this was something these folks intended to sell rather than were able to use.
No big guy, I'm fine. Just caught me off guard! And there's a tingle in my pinky that I just can't explain. Lark explained waiving his hands in a 'dont mind it' manner.
((Just waiting to see if the party wants to press forward or dig graves!))
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Rose sees Paavu preparing a grave for the fallen, not wanting to let him do all the work she does whatever she can, bringing the corpses over to the graves though perhaps waiting for help with the adult woman. Rose offers up some final prayers and a moment of silence. Wiping then sweat and blood off her brow, she winches in pain as she feels the claw marks the bear had left her. For moment she considers healing the wound, but feel mentally exhausted she doubted she could bring herself to cast further today. Deciding it better save the spell for now she cleans out the wound as best she can with water from her waterskin. Well then, let's get going. Any ground we can still make today will save us time in the tomorrow. Burgee, you may want to take that dust. May be useful in a pinch should components run low, and the dead dont need it.
Rose will grab an extra 5 days worth of rations as well, better to put it to use than let it sit out here and attract more wildlife to the roadway. Once the others are ready she presses on down the road.
It takes around an hour but between the two of you at the very least, potentially with Burgee and larks assistance, they get the job done. And while all the graves are makeshift, they still serve their purpose. The day continues on, leading towards the afternoon, and Burgee either having or having not taken the dust, everyone eventually proceeds down the road.
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It seems that the rest of the trip, deep into the night is otherwise uneventful, aside from occasional wildlife crossing paths with the party. A small pack of Al'Miraji, occasionally a deer or a doe. A few winter birds singing their dirges, but the road itself is mundane. That mundacity only exemplified with the white, green, and grey landscape around it. Though beautiful, was overall monotone. The wind picking up, and the chill of the breeze sinking into everyone except perhaps Paavu's flesh. As darkness crept over the landscape, it takes another hour to find a spot suitable to set down and start a fire. The chill of the night... 75 being lower-moderate. Not quite as cold as it could be, however... it was at this moment, that everyone realized, not a single one of them had purchased winter clothing... despite everyone having said they were going to.
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Earlier that day...
Burgee's mood lightened slightly as Paavu recommends digging the graves. Why these merchants were carrying the body parts of other creatures, clearly now left flightless, or worse, dead, disturbed him deeply. But still... the dead deserved rest. And the fact that his companions had the compassion to think of these lost souls let his guard drop a little. He made his way toward Paavu, warmly looked the group over once again and found an implement to help dig the makeshift graves.
Present...
"I can take the first watch if you'd like," Burgee says to the others. He looks for a high roost somewhere nearby to spend his evening and passes the time studying several of the symbols on his staff. Thinking back on the old woman who had helped him learn to control his powers and the tomes she'd used. The staff was beautifully carved and was a treasured gift that helped him focus and recall her teachings, and their talks about that night. The storm that shot power through his body and threw him into the sea... and took his consciousness traveling through space and time until he was there on that shore, alone, but awake.
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"Mn. It would be good. I will take last." Paavu replied to Burgee while absently tending to the bundled up wolf in his arms. As most at least become more noticeably chilled by the atmosphere, Paavu just nods to himself, and would break away from the group long enough to try and gather extra fire wood for the night. Albeit, not before making sure the tent was set, and offering again for the smaller folk to make use of it during the night; Burgee include, if a bit after the fact. There was still some underlying tension there whenever Paavu needed to interact with the bird man. But as the days went by, it was become less so.
So far...
He also made sure to entrust Yue, or so was the name he spoke, to Rose before taking a hopefully brief leave of the camp. So long as nothing untoward happens, he returns as soon as reasonably possible, and finds either a nice patch of snow, or sleeps with his bare feet stick out of the tent(if unoccupied by others) to settle in for a long rest after the din-din.
Survival: 18.
(if needed to find extra. And he would have a torch with him, unless bestowed night vision by Rose)
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
Lothia - [Goliath]Warlock - ??? (Stormwreck Isle)
Rose intends to make full use of the tent this time around. While no stranger to cold she knew better than to sleep unsheltered in this weather. Mentally kicking herself for being so forgetful as to not bring warmer clothes. Second watch it is for me then. I'll be in the tent until then. Rose makes herself comfortable, finally deciding it was safe to use the last of her magic on her wound, even If only to avoid a nasty scar or infection. When Paavu drops off the wolf for her to look after she pets him a few times before quickly catching up to Paavu before he leaves. Save the torch. Here, Selûnes gifts can be shared ya know. Rose places a hand on her holy symbol as it faintly glows with twilight. Paavu would notice his vision become clearer in the dark, he could see much further and clearer that if he simply carried the torch. Still bring the torch though. Last time I counted it lasted about 10 minuets or so before I would have to cast it again. Oh! And just in case you run into trouble! Rose places a hand on Paavus leg giving him the Blessing of the Vigilant so make him ready for anything that may happen. Once Paavu was throughly buffed, Rose went back into the tent and curled up next to the wolf for warmth, silently hoping it remembered who healed it.
(Vigilant BlessingUA: As an action, you give one creature you touch (including possibly yourself) advantage on the next initiative roll the creature makes. This benefit ends immediately after the roll or if you use this feature again.)
(Eyes of NightUA: Your eyes are blessed, allowing you to see through the deepest gloom. You have darkvision with no maximum range; you can see in dim light as if it were bright light and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can magically give the benefit of darkvision with no maximum range to any number of creatures you can see within 10 feet of you. The shared benefit lasts for 10 minutes. You can extend this benefit 3 time(s), and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.)
(Kinda irrelevant but just in case cure wounds: 4
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For whatever reason, Lark didn't quite seem to be his usual chipper and cheery self. He had become more introverted, and thinking to himself. He hadn't said much since the fight with the Owlbears. Burgee's thoughts were ever filled with memories of his mentor. And all that had happened between meeting her, finding that one place that he could only vaguely remember, with friends he could only vaguely remember.. all of them having been in dire straits trapped in some dungeon, and all that about slaves.... He remembered that the staff was if nothing else, atleast a replica of the first great staff ever to have been made, and it was imbued with potent magics but somehow he seemed farther away from them than he had been before. The power was more dormant than before. Though he always felt a tug... a tug that said it was still tangible, but a new directive was required.
Paavu going out for wood to burn on the fire, comes back with a single, massive stump of dry wood, that he tosses on the fire, almost putting it out, until it caught flame, and burned ever brighter throughout the night. Eventually Paavu finding a nice patch of snow for comfort within range of the fire, just in case. Rose stealing the tent, all for herself for now. One of the entrances having been placed to face the fire so that at least some of the warmth could permeate through it. The moon was waning and the darkness beginning to eat one side of it. The snow fall hadn't increased but the bitter chill of the wind hadn't died down. Luckily, the area near the camp was more neutral than either. The sounds of night-creatures echoing across the land in far flung shadows. Burgee taking a spot in a nearby tree, that was unfortunately a little bit away from the camp and the warmth of the fire itself.
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The night went by rather peacefully, at-least until Burgee heard the sound of huffs and growls coming from the tent! The wolf had woken up, and was now frantically tearing into Rose's pack, having torn a small hole in the top, and was frantically trying to open one of her rations-tins.
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Burgee was chilled up in the tree and already considering the fire when the sounds started coming from the tent. He hopped down from his perch and moved quickly to the tent to find the pup rustling through packs. "Wake up!" He shouts to the others. "Rose, I think it's your gear!" He looks towards Paavu, "Any chance you can calm this beast?" He taps the staff on the ground and waves a hand in the direction of the pack and a floating hand appears and moves toward the pack to try to wrestle it from the wolf. "That is not yours little guy!" mage hand
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