“Aha!” Daffafle snaps her fingers, happy to have found the familiar plant. She glances around, unsure of who to share this with, and finally runs towards Bart. “Sorry to bother you,” the halfling shifts from foot to foot. “But I think I’ve figured out where we are!”
“Where’s that?” Bart says eagerly
"By the Southfang Mountains," the halfling grins. "specifically near a human kingdom, the hills of Hadun, if I'm pronouncing it correctly."
"We're underground, even an orc could see that. But where? Eh ...hard tae say." says the dwarf while scratching his chin, he goes to the same barrel and refills his own waterskin. "You can call me Khazan. Khazan Blackrock, at yer service."
"Well met, Khazan Blackrock. May we figure this out soon. I have need of getting on with my own concerns without having to worry about escaping from kidnappers."Aazel tucks his waterskin into the top of his pack and heads back toward the arch to see where it leads.
Wulcrath is surprised at his good fortune, even though he still lacks a spare weapon, this should be enough for the man to get to where he wants to go.
"Alright, I'm back. Here are most of the things you asked for."
Wulcrath hands over the items and gives the man a look over.
"This is something! I most certainly won't go hungry. I would very much like a weapon. I am sure you know what the Wilds can be like..." Remaining in Draconic, he looks to the others, "perhaps your comrades?"He eyes the dwarf in particular, "could they spare anything? I will truly be in your debt."
Wulcrath looks to the the Dwarf and then back to man as closes his eyes and ponders for moment, he takes a moment to think before he speaks again in Draconic.
"Alright then, here goes nothing..."
Wulcrath saunters on up to the Khazan before giving him a light tap on the shoulder, switching back to common before he speaks.
"Excuse me... I know this seems sudden but... Can I ask you for one of those Hand Axes?" "I can pay you for it of course."
Wulcrath studies the Dwarf as he waits for an answer, shifting a bit in his armor as he does.
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"Sure ye can ask! And don't worry I won't take any gold from ye" takes out one of his handaxes, motion as if he is handling to the Dragonborn only to suddenly strike the floor with it, attempting to wedge the axe into the ground. "Pull it out and ye can do whetever ye want with it."
With a thundering snap, the axe stands with a good portion of the edge sunk into the ground. It looks sturdy, but not impossible for a well-worked arm to remove.
Wulcrath, please roll a Strength check if you wish to remove it
Wulcrath's hand recoils as his gaze shoots continually between the axe and the Dwarf. He finds himself at a loss if words.
"I-Uh...". He figures it can't be too bad, just like cutting wood, right? His gaze eventually settles on the axe again, as he sighs. Taking a deep breath, he bends down, grips it with both hands, and gives it a pull.
"We're underground, even an orc could see that. But where? Eh ...hard tae say." says the dwarf while scratching his chin, he goes to the same barrel and refills his own waterskin. "You can call me Khazan. Khazan Blackrock, at yer service."
"Well met, Khazan Blackrock. May we figure this out soon. I have need of getting on with my own concerns without having to worry about escaping from kidnappers." Aazel tucks his waterskin into the top of his pack and heads back toward the arch to see where it leads.
Aazelgoes back down the small incline and looks right to where the passage goes further on. Now notices the scars of magic, there's a sudden chill as he noticed a large clump of something frozen as ice creeps over the floor and climbing the walls in all directions around it. the passage then takes a sharp right.
"Don't be such an idiot, Khazan. We don't know what is happening and we could use all the help we can get. Dwarven pride will get us killed if you let it." Aazel takes his light hammer off his belt and tosses it lightly to the dragonborn. "I can get by without this."
((I was going to say something other than idiot, but didn't know what the limits are in this campaign))
Aazel calls to the group. "I think we need someone who understands magic over here. This ice seems unnatural. Any of you able to help out?"
Wulcrath finds his second attempt more successful, as the ground suddenly releases its cruel vice grip upon the Axe, and relents, leaving him reeling as he almost falls over, but victorious.
He catches the hammer Aazel throws to him with his free hand, as he puts it on his belt.
He looks to the Dwarf, a small grin on his face before he quickly turns away and returns to man with his prize. He walks up to him and switches once again to Draconic.
"Alright, it took a bit of doing, but here's you're Weapon."
Wulcrath holds out his hand with the Axe in it, Secretly a little proud of himself.
"A cruel trick, but what is camaraderie without it?" The young man accept the axe graciously.
His brow straightens as he looks around to the people who are now huddling due to the chill that must be felt to those without proper garments. "We should get these people moving; I can say this place is quite horrible to wake up to."
"Ah, shut up Aazel. If I knew it was for the fine gentleman over there I would've tried harder!" replies Khazan to the half orc, while laughing to himself. He goes to Wulcrath and gives him a hard pat on the back "Ya did good, sure ye needed two tries but not everyone can be as strong as a dwarf." He then turns to the man who asked for his axe "Ye better not try anything funny or that axe will be yer end" says deadly serious, before turning away once more and joining the half orc near the strange ice "So, what's wrong with this piece of ice? "
Bart recognises the ice as a result of a devastating magical attack that froze whoever it hit completely solid. He can make out shapes that were the arms protecting whatever face lies under the thick layers of ice, the body curled in fear and to endure the horror... which it clearly did not. On his belt hangs a bulging pouch which would be a bit cold, but is definitely within arms-reach.
The leather is rigid, but snaps open revealing one average sized, and two smaller Rhodochrosite.
There a rush of wind from the widening hall; the undeniable smell of fresh air. The gathering numbers that were watching, eager behind Bart exclaim relief and excitement and begin to surge forward...
Aazel allows the rush of bodies to go ahead of him, still wary of the ice. He didn’t know the source of it, so didn’t want to be stepping headlong into a trap. Let others fall as a warning first.
"By the Southfang Mountains," the halfling grins. "specifically near a human kingdom, the hills of Hadun, if I'm pronouncing it correctly."
"Well met, Khazan Blackrock. May we figure this out soon. I have need of getting on with my own concerns without having to worry about escaping from kidnappers." Aazel tucks his waterskin into the top of his pack and heads back toward the arch to see where it leads.
Wulcrath is surprised at his good fortune, even though he still lacks a spare weapon, this should be enough for the man to get to where he wants to go.
"Alright, I'm back. Here are most of the things you asked for."
Wulcrath hands over the items and gives the man a look over.
"Will that be enough?"
"This is something! I most certainly won't go hungry. I would very much like a weapon. I am sure you know what the Wilds can be like..." Remaining in Draconic, he looks to the others, "perhaps your comrades?" He eyes the dwarf in particular, "could they spare anything? I will truly be in your debt."
Wulcrath looks to the the Dwarf and then back to man as closes his eyes and ponders for moment, he takes a moment to think before he speaks again in Draconic.
"Alright then, here goes nothing..."
Wulcrath saunters on up to the Khazan before giving him a light tap on the shoulder, switching back to common before he speaks.
"Excuse me... I know this seems sudden but... Can I ask you for one of those Hand Axes?" "I can pay you for it of course."
Wulcrath studies the Dwarf as he waits for an answer, shifting a bit in his armor as he does.
"Sure ye can ask! And don't worry I won't take any gold from ye"
takes out one of his handaxes, motion as if he is handling to the Dragonborn only to suddenly strike the floor with it, attempting to wedge the axe into the ground.
"Pull it out and ye can do whetever ye want with it."
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With a thundering snap, the axe stands with a good portion of the edge sunk into the ground. It looks sturdy, but not impossible for a well-worked arm to remove.
Wulcrath, please roll a Strength check if you wish to remove it
Wulcrath's hand recoils as his gaze shoots continually between the axe and the Dwarf. He finds himself at a loss if words.
"I-Uh...". He figures it can't be too bad, just like cutting wood, right? His gaze eventually settles on the axe again, as he sighs. Taking a deep breath, he bends down, grips it with both hands, and gives it a pull.
Strength - 5
There's sound of strained leather and stunted exhale as the dragonborn heaves... Nothing. The axe doesn't even budge. But that was just warming up...!
Wulcrath, you get another go!
Aazel goes back down the small incline and looks right to where the passage goes further on. Now notices the scars of magic, there's a sudden chill as he noticed a large clump of something frozen as ice creeps over the floor and climbing the walls in all directions around it. the passage then takes a sharp right.
Wulcrath takes another breath, squatting a bit lower to the ground and tightening his grip a bit as he pulls on the Axe again.
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"Don't be such an idiot, Khazan. We don't know what is happening and we could use all the help we can get. Dwarven pride will get us killed if you let it." Aazel takes his light hammer off his belt and tosses it lightly to the dragonborn. "I can get by without this."
((I was going to say something other than idiot, but didn't know what the limits are in this campaign))
Aazel calls to the group. "I think we need someone who understands magic over here. This ice seems unnatural. Any of you able to help out?"
Wulcrath finds his second attempt more successful, as the ground suddenly releases its cruel vice grip upon the Axe, and relents, leaving him reeling as he almost falls over, but victorious.
He catches the hammer Aazel throws to him with his free hand, as he puts it on his belt.
He looks to the Dwarf, a small grin on his face before he quickly turns away and returns to man with his prize. He walks up to him and switches once again to Draconic.
"Alright, it took a bit of doing, but here's you're Weapon."
Wulcrath holds out his hand with the Axe in it, Secretly a little proud of himself.
"A cruel trick, but what is camaraderie without it?" The young man accept the axe graciously.
His brow straightens as he looks around to the people who are now huddling due to the chill that must be felt to those without proper garments. "We should get these people moving; I can say this place is quite horrible to wake up to."
"Ah, shut up Aazel. If I knew it was for the fine gentleman over there I would've tried harder!"
replies Khazan to the half orc, while laughing to himself. He goes to Wulcrath and gives him a hard pat on the back
"Ya did good, sure ye needed two tries but not everyone can be as strong as a dwarf."
He then turns to the man who asked for his axe
"Ye better not try anything funny or that axe will be yer end"
says deadly serious, before turning away once more and joining the half orc near the strange ice
"So, what's wrong with this piece of ice? "
BArt moves to examine the ice
arcana/investigation 8
Paladin - warforged - orange
Bart recognises the ice as a result of a devastating magical attack that froze whoever it hit completely solid. He can make out shapes that were the arms protecting whatever face lies under the thick layers of ice, the body curled in fear and to endure the horror... which it clearly did not. On his belt hangs a bulging pouch which would be a bit cold, but is definitely within arms-reach.
Bart takes the pouch
Paladin - warforged - orange
The leather is rigid, but snaps open revealing one average sized, and two smaller Rhodochrosite.
There a rush of wind from the widening hall; the undeniable smell of fresh air. The gathering numbers that were watching, eager behind Bart exclaim relief and excitement and begin to surge forward...
Bart goes with the flow of people heading for the exit
Paladin - warforged - orange
Aazel allows the rush of bodies to go ahead of him, still wary of the ice. He didn’t know the source of it, so didn’t want to be stepping headlong into a trap. Let others fall as a warning first.