Deciding that some secrets need to be shared with the party, and not really wanting to start with the voice in his head, he searches for the dwarven letter they had found a day before, hoping to use it both as a fragment of reality from what had occurred before the eruption, and as a means to move any potential conversation away from the dreary landscape of his mind and soul's design.
After a while of laughing/sobbing Rosri stands up and walks over to Zyman. “Did you do that... ehm... this?” He gestures with his arms, but keeping a low voice so that the others wont overhear. “It was the thing inside of you right? Well thank you for saving everyone.. what you got there?” He nods to the note.
All of you may take a short or a long rest. Either way, nothing attacks you...just this eery sensation that something dreadful has happened to the land.
The Villagers and Pebbles set up a small campfire, and one by one thank every member of the party, hugging them and crying tears of joy and trauma...
Tarden finally walks up...Pebbles introduces you to him officially.
"Thank you so much for everything you have done for us! I knew Pebbles would come back. My name is Tarden Barth, and this is my wife Frisia. We are sheep hearders...well...were sheep hearders...Her Grandmother is a sorceress that lives near Turniptown, and can comune with the Fey. So when our first daughter was born, she knitted this magic sweater for Pebbles, who had been our shepherd dog for years, so that he could protect her in times like these..."
He looks around at the bleak landscape...
"These lands are cursed, it seems...we should just abandon Oakfields. There's nothing left for us here, and it isn't safe...we shall go to the City of the Three Peaks, where we can warn the Granit Clan Chieftain and the Alliance about this whole situation. And maybe start a new life, with thick City Walls between us and whatever Malign force is behind all of this..."
"These lands are cursed, it seems...we should just abandon Oakfields. There's nothing left for us here, and it isn't safe...we shall go to the City of the Three Peaks, where we can warn the Granit Clan Chieftain and the Alliance about this whole situation. And maybe start a new life, with thick City Walls between us and whatever Malign force is behind all of this..."
"The Red Lord," says Edeleth vaguely, still in shock. He sits down where he is and immediately goes into a resting trance, too exhausted to face the abomination this land has become any longer.
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Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) WoodElf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2 Last Tree StandingTabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1 Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
Roscoe sighs and looks to the others making camp. With the threat seemingly gone, he decided now was as good of a time as a rest as any. Finding space not too far from the fire, the halfling rolls out his bedroll and snuggles into it. He keeps his battleaxe nearby in case there are more surprises. He finds rest and dreams of his family back with the tribe. Their memories lingered with him as he slowly fell asleep. He hadn't felt their connection for weeks now and they had suddenly been there at his aide in the fight. It made him feel emboldened and strong as though they were protecting him and his allies. A lot had happened today and he was happy that he survived. He smiled as he knew his new friends also made it out of the mine safely.
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Zyman tries to hide it, but he is deeply unsettled by the landscape and it’s eery reflection of the town of Oakfields when they arrived. Everything was back in its place, but somehow off... even the stars seemed wrong. He was reminded about something, tried to wrack his brain over it. He clung to the letter in his hands and said: “About returning to Three PeKs- two things...” and goes on to explain the contents of the letter and that it might be a bad idea to go to the inn wearing the found items. Then, he goes quiet before continuing: “I’m not entirely sure we’re still in Oakfields...”
Arcana check:17
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
"What do you mean..."gulp "...we're not on Oakfields?"Rosri ask Zyman confused and looks around. "It looks like Oakfields... only a bit, um, grayer Mr Ozymandias." As he looks around, he takes in the surroundings for the first time since they made it out and sees all the dead landscape. He notices that no leavvs on the trees, that there is no trace of wild game around, no bird song. It seams that the land has been like this for centuries, but how can it tough? They waked through here earlier today.. Once again the panic is starting to kick in.
The Party rests for awhile in the ruins of Oakfields, recovering their Health and abilities/spells. The Dwarven Villagers gather what little belongings they can still salvage out of the rubble, saying their final goodbyes to the place they called home for generations, still under a great deal of shock and trauma. They do manage to scrounge enough food to make a stew for everyone. Pebbles, despite his noble form, cannot help but eat straight out of his bowl, licking it like a dog. The children laugh at him, causing the adults to join in. Taren pats the Knight Dog on the shoulders. "Sorry old mate, it never gets old!". Pebbles shrugs, and keeps eating.
As you eat and laugh with the Villagers around the fire, sitting on broken chairs and furniture, you realize that a tiny bit of joy has actually returned to the World, and down the dirt road leading back to the City, you can see colors...and a deer hopping away in the distance...
Roscoe enjoys his time with the new friends he's made. He grabs himself a bowl and enjoys the stew making sure to eat around the small chunks of meat. He makes sure to thank those that prepared the meal. He looks to his companions and says, "What excitements do yous think awaits us next?
"How about a tresure hunt Mr. Roscoe? We did find a map with an X on it after all, saying it was Shorgreg's secret stash house after all. " Rosri say as he sits down to enjoy a bowl of stew.
Roscoe smiles at Rosri. "Oi. I'd forgotten about thats. If yous want to go, I'd go with yous." Roscoe enjoyed his time with Rosri. Maybe a treasure hunt would help Roscoe on his path to self discovery somehow. He just knew that him and the other halfling did well together. "What do yous think could be there?,"he says with a bit of excitement in his voice. Roscoe runs his hands across the armor that they'd found back in the chest. He was glad to have it even though it belonged to someone else. He wasn't sure what was going to happen with it when he returned to the tavern, but he was going to get good use out of it for now.
"I don't know, but I bet it is a good treasure. Maybe it will be something that goes with your armour."Rosri suggests as he sees Roscoes hand going to it. "Or maybe it is gold or some other magical wonder like my mug!" He takes it out of his pack and it is instantly filled with Saerloonian Special Vat. He takes a sipp, takes a moment to enjoy the tastes of home, then he offers the mug to Rocoe.
Although the adventuring had turned out a lot dangerous then he could ever imagain, if it was with this group of strange and wonderfull people, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. He was still afraid of pebbles and Grunda, but he felt that he had gotten closer to the rest. Maybe close enough to call them friends.
"Oh right! Do you know of The Family Mr. Roscoe?" He looks around to make sure none of the other would overhear them. It was strictly forbidden to talk about them and by doing so he risked being banished from them.
OOC; was the X on the map a different place from the house?
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Roscoe takes a drink and smiles. "Best mug I's ever seen!," he exclaims. Roscoe thinks for a moment trying to puzzle out the reference," I gots my family. Greatest tribe o'halflings yous ever seen."
Edeleth finishes his stew with little enjoyment. The dead, colorless landscape is eerie and oppressive, though his spirits lift a little seeing a deer flit by up the road--at least it is a sign that the entire world hasn't turned into this wasteland, and that the driver and horses might have survived the night. Now that the gold has been identified as belonging to Gavin the innkeeper--who had given Edeleth five days of free hospitality--it clearly must go back to its owner, leaving Edeleth with no way to pay for the wagon rental, again.
That problem pales in comparison with the horrors of the dead land and the previous day's events, but he had been very worried that the driver and their horses had been caught up in this cataclysm. He had brought them into this and was responsible for their fates.Besides--he was ashamed to think of it--the rental fees would be nothing compared to having to pay the price of two dead draft horses...to say nothing of reparations to the driver's bereft family.
When the halflings start talking about a treasure map, he looks up. Rosri whispers something about his family (Edeleth has very good hearing.) Rosri has not spoken much about his family, and Edeleth supposes he had some trouble with them. He himself would not care to discuss the Aldalires, so he is perfectly content if Rosri wants to keep his secrets about his own people.
"I wouldn't mind accompanying you on a treasure hunt," he says.
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) WoodElf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2 Last Tree StandingTabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1 Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
”Oh, I woudnl’t doubt it Mr.Roscoe! You are so brave and nice. I bet you come from a great place!” It is obvious to Rosri that the other hafling doesn’t know of the family, so he carefully steers the conversation away from the subject. “Where do you come from Mr.Roscoe?”
At that moment Edeleth and Grunda chips in that they are willing to go treasure hunting. Rosri hopes they didn’t here the part of The Family.
“Then it is settled!” Rosri announce. “Are you coming aswell Mr.Ozymandias? And you Pebbles?”
Yes, Zyman still has Shorgreg's letter
After a while of laughing/sobbing Rosri stands up and walks over to Zyman. “Did you do that... ehm... this?” He gestures with his arms, but keeping a low voice so that the others wont overhear. “It was the thing inside of you right? Well thank you for saving everyone.. what you got there?” He nods to the note.
All of you may take a short or a long rest. Either way, nothing attacks you...just this eery sensation that something dreadful has happened to the land.
The Villagers and Pebbles set up a small campfire, and one by one thank every member of the party, hugging them and crying tears of joy and trauma...
Tarden finally walks up...Pebbles introduces you to him officially.
"Thank you so much for everything you have done for us! I knew Pebbles would come back. My name is Tarden Barth, and this is my wife Frisia. We are sheep hearders...well...were sheep hearders...Her Grandmother is a sorceress that lives near Turniptown, and can comune with the Fey. So when our first daughter was born, she knitted this magic sweater for Pebbles, who had been our shepherd dog for years, so that he could protect her in times like these..."
He looks around at the bleak landscape...
"These lands are cursed, it seems...we should just abandon Oakfields. There's nothing left for us here, and it isn't safe...we shall go to the City of the Three Peaks, where we can warn the Granit Clan Chieftain and the Alliance about this whole situation. And maybe start a new life, with thick City Walls between us and whatever Malign force is behind all of this..."
"The Red Lord," says Edeleth vaguely, still in shock. He sits down where he is and immediately goes into a resting trance, too exhausted to face the abomination this land has become any longer.
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) Wood Elf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2
Last Tree Standing Tabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1
Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive
Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth
Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
Roscoe sighs and looks to the others making camp. With the threat seemingly gone, he decided now was as good of a time as a rest as any. Finding space not too far from the fire, the halfling rolls out his bedroll and snuggles into it. He keeps his battleaxe nearby in case there are more surprises. He finds rest and dreams of his family back with the tribe. Their memories lingered with him as he slowly fell asleep. He hadn't felt their connection for weeks now and they had suddenly been there at his aide in the fight. It made him feel emboldened and strong as though they were protecting him and his allies. A lot had happened today and he was happy that he survived. He smiled as he knew his new friends also made it out of the mine safely.
Btw anyone proficient in Arcana and/or Religion may roll for it, to try and figure out what happened to this Land...
Zyman tries to hide it, but he is deeply unsettled by the landscape and it’s eery reflection of the town of Oakfields when they arrived. Everything was back in its place, but somehow off... even the stars seemed wrong. He was reminded about something, tried to wrack his brain over it. He clung to the letter in his hands and said: “About returning to Three PeKs- two things...” and goes on to explain the contents of the letter and that it might be a bad idea to go to the inn wearing the found items. Then, he goes quiet before continuing: “I’m not entirely sure we’re still in Oakfields...”
Arcana check:17
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
"What do you mean..."gulp "...we're not on Oakfields?" Rosri ask Zyman confused and looks around. "It looks like Oakfields... only a bit, um, grayer Mr Ozymandias." As he looks around, he takes in the surroundings for the first time since they made it out and sees all the dead landscape. He notices that no leavvs on the trees, that there is no trace of wild game around, no bird song. It seams that the land has been like this for centuries, but how can it tough? They waked through here earlier today.. Once again the panic is starting to kick in.
OOC I'm sorry, but everytime I read Rosri's dialogues I can't help but hearing them in the voice of Butters from South Park lol 😂😂
OOC: Hehe, well I got inspirated by Schooby Doo or Shaggy when I made him (A cowerd who is out on adventures and trying to be brave ^^)
The Party rests for awhile in the ruins of Oakfields, recovering their Health and abilities/spells. The Dwarven Villagers gather what little belongings they can still salvage out of the rubble, saying their final goodbyes to the place they called home for generations, still under a great deal of shock and trauma. They do manage to scrounge enough food to make a stew for everyone. Pebbles, despite his noble form, cannot help but eat straight out of his bowl, licking it like a dog. The children laugh at him, causing the adults to join in. Taren pats the Knight Dog on the shoulders. "Sorry old mate, it never gets old!". Pebbles shrugs, and keeps eating.
As you eat and laugh with the Villagers around the fire, sitting on broken chairs and furniture, you realize that a tiny bit of joy has actually returned to the World, and down the dirt road leading back to the City, you can see colors...and a deer hopping away in the distance...
At this point, I think you've all earned it...EVERYBODY LEVELS UP TO LEV 4! CONGRATULATIONS TEAM 2!
Roscoe enjoys his time with the new friends he's made. He grabs himself a bowl and enjoys the stew making sure to eat around the small chunks of meat. He makes sure to thank those that prepared the meal. He looks to his companions and says, "What excitements do yous think awaits us next?
"How about a tresure hunt Mr. Roscoe? We did find a map with an X on it after all, saying it was Shorgreg's secret stash house after all. " Rosri say as he sits down to enjoy a bowl of stew.
Roscoe smiles at Rosri. "Oi. I'd forgotten about thats. If yous want to go, I'd go with yous." Roscoe enjoyed his time with Rosri. Maybe a treasure hunt would help Roscoe on his path to self discovery somehow. He just knew that him and the other halfling did well together. "What do yous think could be there?," he says with a bit of excitement in his voice. Roscoe runs his hands across the armor that they'd found back in the chest. He was glad to have it even though it belonged to someone else. He wasn't sure what was going to happen with it when he returned to the tavern, but he was going to get good use out of it for now.
"I don't know, but I bet it is a good treasure. Maybe it will be something that goes with your armour." Rosri suggests as he sees Roscoes hand going to it. "Or maybe it is gold or some other magical wonder like my mug!" He takes it out of his pack and it is instantly filled with Saerloonian Special Vat. He takes a sipp, takes a moment to enjoy the tastes of home, then he offers the mug to Rocoe.
Although the adventuring had turned out a lot dangerous then he could ever imagain, if it was with this group of strange and wonderfull people, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. He was still afraid of pebbles and Grunda, but he felt that he had gotten closer to the rest. Maybe close enough to call them friends.
"Oh right! Do you know of The Family Mr. Roscoe?" He looks around to make sure none of the other would overhear them. It was strictly forbidden to talk about them and by doing so he risked being banished from them.
OOC; was the X on the map a different place from the house?
Roscoe takes a drink and smiles. "Best mug I's ever seen!," he exclaims. Roscoe thinks for a moment trying to puzzle out the reference," I gots my family. Greatest tribe o'halflings yous ever seen."
History check to know The Family: 7
Edeleth finishes his stew with little enjoyment. The dead, colorless landscape is eerie and oppressive, though his spirits lift a little seeing a deer flit by up the road--at least it is a sign that the entire world hasn't turned into this wasteland, and that the driver and horses might have survived the night. Now that the gold has been identified as belonging to Gavin the innkeeper--who had given Edeleth five days of free hospitality--it clearly must go back to its owner, leaving Edeleth with no way to pay for the wagon rental, again.
That problem pales in comparison with the horrors of the dead land and the previous day's events, but he had been very worried that the driver and their horses had been caught up in this cataclysm. He had brought them into this and was responsible for their fates.Besides--he was ashamed to think of it--the rental fees would be nothing compared to having to pay the price of two dead draft horses...to say nothing of reparations to the driver's bereft family.
When the halflings start talking about a treasure map, he looks up. Rosri whispers something about his family (Edeleth has very good hearing.) Rosri has not spoken much about his family, and Edeleth supposes he had some trouble with them. He himself would not care to discuss the Aldalires, so he is perfectly content if Rosri wants to keep his secrets about his own people.
"I wouldn't mind accompanying you on a treasure hunt," he says.
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) Wood Elf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2
Last Tree Standing Tabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1
Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive
Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth
Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
"Treasure hunting sounds just fine to me."
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
”Oh, I woudnl’t doubt it Mr.Roscoe! You are so brave and nice. I bet you come from a great place!” It is obvious to Rosri that the other hafling doesn’t know of the family, so he carefully steers the conversation away from the subject. “Where do you come from Mr.Roscoe?”
At that moment Edeleth and Grunda chips in that they are willing to go treasure hunting. Rosri hopes they didn’t here the part of The Family.
“Then it is settled!” Rosri announce. “Are you coming aswell Mr.Ozymandias? And you Pebbles?”