how long is my natty 20 stealth good for lol or i guess i have moved sense then so i assume i might need another roll?
Your relatively far away, so yes need another roll, but roll with advantage.
Stealth: 16 Gabe will wait for the wolves and ware beasts to get far enough away and he will stay hidden & wait for them to get farther away to make a run for the fence or gate.
The wolves stalk slowly away into the night... you can no longer see them through the darkness, but believe they are far enough away to make a break for the gate.
Shake stands apart from the rest trying to decide whether they are dangerous, when it appears they are not he approaches them carefully, pulls out his pan flute, plays some discordant notes and intones in the common tongue,
"Hello Y'all, my name is Shake, and never did I imagine I would be in this crap when I did wake.
By trade I'm merely a bard, but I will work very hard.
I want to stay alive and so for that goal I will strive.
I don't intend to die like a dog. I'm in this for the long slog."
Raxin looks over the newcomers do to speak, peering at them with his dark orbed eyes and says I am Raxin. What is this place?
As you ask this you hear someone clear their throat off in the distance. Looking towards the house a bit further up the road you see a mysterious figure sitting atop a gravestone. You're not sure how long she's been watching you.
Atop the gravestone - leaning against a weeping angel with fractured and crumbling wings - sits a hooded figure. "This is a nightmare," comes a voice.
The newcomer slips from their perch, slipping the hood back to reveal a pale woman. She picks up her things and moves towards the group. As she nears it becomes easier to see she is around 5ft10in tall, her features sharp and angular. She carries a shield that runs the length of her back, a black heart amid flames decorating it, and a Greatsword that is even longer. Her hair pitch black from the roots grows to a brilliant copper shade at her shoulders, as though one colour fights the other for supremacy. Her eyes, like her hair, are pools of black with flecks of that same copper tone. They linger on Raxin curiously before raking over the others.
"You shouldn't tease the dogs," she says. "But then, there are worse ways to go. I suppose you're my new party. We'll see how you fare. I'm Astraea."
"I'm Nikya. Nik, if you want, I don't really care. Does anyone understand what that--" she gestures toward Ralg "--is saying? Because otherwise this is gonna get old real fast."
Meta: The monster races are truly monstrous to the people of Barovia. They have been driven out of most of the realms in Barovia and subsist in a forsaken land to the south know as Forlorn. It is almost unheard of for them to leave their lands.
He has some experience with humans who come into Forlorn to try and exploit it for its resources, but it is not extensive. Most of his kind either avoid or immediately clash with the humans that brave Forlorn.
Physiologically, it is hard for Bugbears to speak common. If they do understand, most wouldn't bother to try to speak it. Think Wookies, but in his case, he will try pidgin common.
Gabe will slowly and carefully walk the last 30ft to the gate and then tap on the gate lightly with his sword to try and get the groups attention to open it...
for those who look over. He is defeated... bloody clearly wounded but the man looks defeated and shaken.
**COUGH** **COUGH** "Shake & Raxin..... are we.... are we the only 3 left from earlier?"
Astraea moves past the Bugbear, having a good look at him. "You're going to be fun, Ralg," she says with a smirk before continuing to Gabe.
She will open the gate and pull him through before shutting it again. Then she'll spend all 15 HP from Lay on Hands, her pale and slender fingers stroking down the side of his face. Her eyes study him, filled with fascination. "I take it none of you knew what you were getting into?"
Ralg snarls at retreating wolves while looking for the werewolves.
Perception 12]
10
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
how long is my natty 20 stealth good for lol or i guess i have moved sense then so i assume i might need another roll?
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Nikya makes a rude gesture at the retreating wolves. "Well. That was bracing. Who the devil are you people?"
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
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You see the werewolves retreat with their pets.
Your relatively far away, so yes need another roll, but roll with advantage.
Stealth: 16
Gabe will wait for the wolves and ware beasts to get far enough away and he will stay hidden & wait for them to get farther away to make a run for the fence or gate.
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
The wolves stalk slowly away into the night... you can no longer see them through the darkness, but believe they are far enough away to make a break for the gate.
Ralg looks at the Centaur and sniffs the air. (Does anyone speak Bugbear, Goblin, or Orc?)
Ralg (tapping his chest). jIjaH Hop poStaHvIS nej puqwI'. lel beast HeghDI' ghaH neH, 'ach pack tlhoy jIHvaD nIteb 'e' vInID.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Nikya looks confused, her tail swishing. "Gesundheit."
(she does not speak any of those languages)
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
Shake stands apart from the rest trying to decide whether they are dangerous, when it appears they are not he approaches them carefully, pulls out his pan flute, plays some discordant notes and intones in the common tongue,
"Hello Y'all, my name is Shake, and never did I imagine I would be in this crap when I did wake.
By trade I'm merely a bard, but I will work very hard.
I want to stay alive and so for that goal I will strive.
I don't intend to die like a dog. I'm in this for the long slog."
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Randy Doe - Water Deep: Dragon Heist
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Ralg points at himself and says Ralg
He points at Shake and says Shake
He points at Nikya and say Gas-hun-tite
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Shake does a stupid little dance and points at Ralg,
"Ralg seems to be his name. And his smell is a shame.
But please do not blame, the scent not tame.
Fur is hard to clean, and his scent can practically be seen."
Shake makes an animated gesture of plugging his nose against Ralg's stench.
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Raxin looks over the newcomers do to speak, peering at them with his dark orbed eyes and says I am Raxin. What is this place?
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As you ask this you hear someone clear their throat off in the distance. Looking towards the house a bit further up the road you see a mysterious figure sitting atop a gravestone. You're not sure how long she's been watching you.
@Dallirious if you'd please...
Atop the gravestone - leaning against a weeping angel with fractured and crumbling wings - sits a hooded figure. "This is a nightmare," comes a voice.
The newcomer slips from their perch, slipping the hood back to reveal a pale woman. She picks up her things and moves towards the group. As she nears it becomes easier to see she is around 5ft10in tall, her features sharp and angular. She carries a shield that runs the length of her back, a black heart amid flames decorating it, and a Greatsword that is even longer. Her hair pitch black from the roots grows to a brilliant copper shade at her shoulders, as though one colour fights the other for supremacy. Her eyes, like her hair, are pools of black with flecks of that same copper tone. They linger on Raxin curiously before raking over the others.
"You shouldn't tease the dogs," she says. "But then, there are worse ways to go. I suppose you're my new party. We'll see how you fare. I'm Astraea."
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal
laH nuq ghIq yaj'a' vay' 'uSer Hol vIjatlhbe'.
vay' yIn QatlhwI' ghoS growls Ralg
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
"I'm Nikya. Nik, if you want, I don't really care. Does anyone understand what that--" she gestures toward Ralg "--is saying? Because otherwise this is gonna get old real fast."
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
Ralg no speak huuu man good, Nik. Hears good.
'ach vIyaj yap. SoQ let nuvpu'.
You get the sense he basically understands.
Meta: The monster races are truly monstrous to the people of Barovia. They have been driven out of most of the realms in Barovia and subsist in a forsaken land to the south know as Forlorn. It is almost unheard of for them to leave their lands.
He has some experience with humans who come into Forlorn to try and exploit it for its resources, but it is not extensive. Most of his kind either avoid or immediately clash with the humans that brave Forlorn.
Physiologically, it is hard for Bugbears to speak common. If they do understand, most wouldn't bother to try to speak it. Think Wookies, but in his case, he will try pidgin common.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Gabe will slowly and carefully walk the last 30ft to the gate and then tap on the gate lightly with his sword to try and get the groups attention to open it...
for those who look over. He is defeated... bloody clearly wounded but the man looks defeated and shaken.
**COUGH** **COUGH** "Shake & Raxin..... are we.... are we the only 3 left from earlier?"
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Astraea moves past the Bugbear, having a good look at him. "You're going to be fun, Ralg," she says with a smirk before continuing to Gabe.
She will open the gate and pull him through before shutting it again. Then she'll spend all 15 HP from Lay on Hands, her pale and slender fingers stroking down the side of his face. Her eyes study him, filled with fascination. "I take it none of you knew what you were getting into?"
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal