Wulcrath gives a little wave to the woman as he starts to speak. Feeling bad for Khaz's interruption.
"Hello there! So sorry to interrupt you but, I'll make it quick I promise,we were looking for a way to cross this river, we were hoping you could help us ascertain the location of a bridge perhaps?"
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Persuasion: Wulcrath - 17
At the sight of Wulcrath, her eyes brighten, "Ha! You're only going to find a bridge if you're willing to walk a day or two straight!" She laughs almost too hard at, and shuffles slightly, "Uhm, yeah. The forests are sacred to the Caretakers, we don't hunt or anything in there otherwise things get grisly, or so I've heard." She looks over as she talks before remembering your request.
"I have a little paddle boat, you can use. I was going to say two at time, but with you... maybe not. You're more than welcome to give it a go. The currents not too dangerous around this time of year, too. I'll take the halfling and her raven. The half-elf and the dwarf can go together, nice hair by the way!" And she gestures the mohawk, "And then you'd have to go on your own, dragonborn, I'll reel the boat in afterwards. How'd that sound?"
Insight: Bart - 18
To you Bart, she looks to be a youth burning some time, she seems very casual. While the Caretaker in Thildeholme was very chill, he carries a sharpness to attention that she currently lacks due to her mood.
A relieved smile spreads across his face as Wulcrath nods in response to the woman.
"Of course, that would be great thank you so much." "I was worried we mightve had to make our own boat for a second there..." Wulcrath says, awkwardly chuckling.
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With a chuckle at Khazan's words, the fisher gets the raft ready for the crossing...
Athletic checks: Bart - 6 Khazan - 24
Dwarf and half-elf glide through the river's gently waves. A scenic activity with sizeable carp that didn't seem so frightened after all. As you reach the bank on the other side, only see it goes into a deep forest with birdsong noticably louder and melodic.
With a gesture with her head, she implies for Wulcrath to take his turn...
Athletics check: Wulcrath - 19
Wulcrath's shows his uncertainty more than ever. His first few paddles are strong, but one paddle doesn't quite catch the water as much as it should and the stead flow of the river takes the raft with, whether Wulcrath wants it or not... Frantically, he tries go back on the right track, making a splashy show. A few cries after him, Wulcrath manages to just his paddle to heave himself to the bank on the opposite side, soaking and panting.
As the boat is reeled in, and fisher takes Daffafle across easily. Giving a sad face to a dripping dragonborn, she smiles to the others, "Good luck getting back." And she takes herself back, putting some bait at the end of her fishing rod.
You all turn towards a forest of immense density, a cloud of mist catching the sun lingers close to the ground and there's an obvious feeling you're all being watched...
As you all advance, a calm suddenly settles in with a backdrop of caws and chirps. A haze continues to weave through, latching onto your legs and feet but, instead of grip. there need to linger and follow.
The trees are free to grow in any form they feel, not restricted to have the roots deep in the ground it seemed. A stark sunlight pressed against the leaves above, not allowing the any cloud or sky to be seen. Only sun-shafts pierce the canopy, brightening the green leaves with a golden glow as the smell of moss and mulch are dense in the air.
Suddenly, there's a contained gust the snuffs out Bart's torch, only for a large grey rabbit to hop into view 30ft away over one of the many breaching roots, and gives the group a stare with its eyes of gold and black...
"Wait hang on a second Khaz!" Wulcrath yelps, rushing infront of the Dwarf as he brandishes his Axes.
"That Woman told us this Forest is sacred remember? "We can hunt later, elsewhere. Maybe we should... Abstain for now." He says, gently motioning for him to put his Axe away.
A voice is heard, but not source is immediately seen. Appearing from the brush, a gnomish woman of dark skin with hair pale with age and wisdom. She places a hand on the rabbits head and approaches at a steady speed. You can see despite the wrinkles on her face holding a gentle smile, her movements do not give any sign of age. her garments of that leather for protection and utility and light cottons with a cape that shimmers with an intricate leaf-like patterns in the sunlight.
Much closer, she drops her voice to regular volumes, "You must be the lot Syld talked about, hm? Found all that mess in Thildeholme, did you? Follow me, we can discuss... in private."
She, and the large rabbit, lead you all through the forest. After a short walk involving ducking under branches and leaving over roots, you're lead to a spacious glade with a gentle stream and carpet of short soft grass. You see lots of flat stones etched with large markings and patterns layered out on shapes of circles overlapping and spirals. You all notice a small fire, covered by three slabs of stone, but positioned to leave a small hole at the top where licks of flame are seen poking out. You various flat stumps of trees, but they look naturally shaped and don't have the course edges of being cut.
The old gnome places herself on a stump near the fire and smiles, "Please, make yourselves comfortable; get a drink, have some fruit. I'm Caretaker Prinhi. Care to tells what really happened under that manor house?"
”Well... we don’t actually know for certain, it’s why we came looking for assistance. A girl was accused of necromancy some time ago. We discovered an old... lair? I think that’s the best word, although lab may work as well. Anyways, we found a necromantic horror, a giant snake. There were ghouls, too. But most alarmingly: a gem with at least one soul inside it.”
Khazan stands near with his arms crossed. nodding slightly.
"Don't forget those cultist who kidnaped us, I reckon they were involved with the snake thing an' the undead in Thildeholme. They were called ..uh .. the seed of somethin' .."
Prinhi eyes up the gem, her yes holding on to Khazan then to Wulcrath at their additional words. Her gnarly wooden staff is weaved through the air as a golden light flashes and sticks to her form. She reaches for the gem and gives the slightest flinch before taking it into her hands and her face sinking in to sadness.
"Unfortunate. Truly. But the source of this magics must be put to an end. If none of you object, I will... keep this here. Danger surrounds it, and it will surely fall upon you all." Placing the gem on a piece of cloth spread on the stump she once sat.
"This is a blessing... On my nighttime flights, I have seen many things; acts of kindness and acts of misfortune, such is the way of nature. But, one night I saw the movement of many people... bound, being moved from an enclosed wagon to a remote. Then it clicked; a mass kidnapping. I tried to follow, I really did, but I was spotted, barely escaping. For a while, I simply tired to put it out of my mind, but your account of escape and the talks of something more foul that simple criminals..." Her thoughts are broken by the splashing of water on her face from the shimmering stream and nipping into a sizeable plum brought to her by her rabbit companion.
She snaps towards you all, "And as a blessing, you have all appeared out of nowhere, with your wits and weapons... would it be too forward to ask for your help? Otherwise it's just resorting to mercenaries, and we can all agree they're pot luck!" She gives a grin at the last remark.
Prinhi's gives a heavy sigh and paces slowly, "I mean, you are right. It's tough... But what can we do? Something has separated her soul from her body. And I'm guessing her body wasn't there when you found her in this?"
Prinhi's gives a heavy sigh and paces slowly, "I mean, you are right. It's tough... But what can we do? Something has separated her soul from her body. And I'm guessing her body wasn't there when you found her in this?"
“Well, no. Anyway to find it?”
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Wulcrath gives a little wave to the woman as he starts to speak. Feeling bad for Khaz's interruption.
"Hello there! So sorry to interrupt you but, I'll make it quick I promise,we were looking for a way to cross this river, we were hoping you could help us ascertain the location of a bridge perhaps?"
Bart attempts to discern if this might be our Caretaker
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Persuasion:
Wulcrath - 17
At the sight of Wulcrath, her eyes brighten, "Ha! You're only going to find a bridge if you're willing to walk a day or two straight!" She laughs almost too hard at, and shuffles slightly, "Uhm, yeah. The forests are sacred to the Caretakers, we don't hunt or anything in there otherwise things get grisly, or so I've heard." She looks over as she talks before remembering your request.
"I have a little paddle boat, you can use. I was going to say two at time, but with you... maybe not. You're more than welcome to give it a go. The currents not too dangerous around this time of year, too. I'll take the halfling and her raven. The half-elf and the dwarf can go together, nice hair by the way!" And she gestures the mohawk, "And then you'd have to go on your own, dragonborn, I'll reel the boat in afterwards. How'd that sound?"
Insight:
Bart - 18
To you Bart, she looks to be a youth burning some time, she seems very casual. While the Caretaker in Thildeholme was very chill, he carries a sharpness to attention that she currently lacks due to her mood.
A relieved smile spreads across his face as Wulcrath nods in response to the woman.
"Of course, that would be great thank you so much." "I was worried we mightve had to make our own boat for a second there..." Wulcrath says, awkwardly chuckling.
"Are ye sure ye can't just swim tae the other side? Yer a big crocodile, ye must be a natural swimmer!"
Khazan pats Wulcrath on the back
"I'm jokin',I'm jokin'! I know yer an alligater."
With a chuckle at Khazan's words, the fisher gets the raft ready for the crossing...
Athletic checks:
Bart - 6
Khazan - 24
Dwarf and half-elf glide through the river's gently waves. A scenic activity with sizeable carp that didn't seem so frightened after all. As you reach the bank on the other side, only see it goes into a deep forest with birdsong noticably louder and melodic.
With a gesture with her head, she implies for Wulcrath to take his turn...
Athletics check:
Wulcrath - 19
Wulcrath's shows his uncertainty more than ever. His first few paddles are strong, but one paddle doesn't quite catch the water as much as it should and the stead flow of the river takes the raft with, whether Wulcrath wants it or not... Frantically, he tries go back on the right track, making a splashy show. A few cries after him, Wulcrath manages to just his paddle to heave himself to the bank on the opposite side, soaking and panting.
As the boat is reeled in, and fisher takes Daffafle across easily. Giving a sad face to a dripping dragonborn, she smiles to the others, "Good luck getting back." And she takes herself back, putting some bait at the end of her fishing rod.
You all turn towards a forest of immense density, a cloud of mist catching the sun lingers close to the ground and there's an obvious feeling you're all being watched...
Draining his boots and his ears, Wulcrath gives a hearty sigh as he looks back into the river's unforgiving waters. "Brrrrr... Not my finest moment.
Turning back to the forest he shivers. "I guess we should keep moving."
Bart tried to help dry Wulcrath off a bit, as the party keeps moving.
He’ll light a torch and just hold it close to the dragonborn so the heat helps dry him off
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As you all advance, a calm suddenly settles in with a backdrop of caws and chirps. A haze continues to weave through, latching onto your legs and feet but, instead of grip. there need to linger and follow.
The trees are free to grow in any form they feel, not restricted to have the roots deep in the ground it seemed. A stark sunlight pressed against the leaves above, not allowing the any cloud or sky to be seen. Only sun-shafts pierce the canopy, brightening the green leaves with a golden glow as the smell of moss and mulch are dense in the air.
Suddenly, there's a contained gust the snuffs out Bart's torch, only for a large grey rabbit to hop into view 30ft away over one of the many breaching roots, and gives the group a stare with its eyes of gold and black...
Bart looks back at the rabbit. “Are their eyes normally that color?”
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"No idea, but I bet it would taste great roasted with some potatoes!" responds Khazan as he unsheats one of the two one-handed axes
"Wait hang on a second Khaz!" Wulcrath yelps, rushing infront of the Dwarf as he brandishes his Axes.
"That Woman told us this Forest is sacred remember? "We can hunt later, elsewhere. Maybe we should... Abstain for now." He says, gently motioning for him to put his Axe away.
"Indeed! It is sacred!"
A voice is heard, but not source is immediately seen. Appearing from the brush, a gnomish woman of dark skin with hair pale with age and wisdom. She places a hand on the rabbits head and approaches at a steady speed. You can see despite the wrinkles on her face holding a gentle smile, her movements do not give any sign of age. her garments of that leather for protection and utility and light cottons with a cape that shimmers with an intricate leaf-like patterns in the sunlight.
Much closer, she drops her voice to regular volumes, "You must be the lot Syld talked about, hm? Found all that mess in Thildeholme, did you? Follow me, we can discuss... in private."
She, and the large rabbit, lead you all through the forest. After a short walk involving ducking under branches and leaving over roots, you're lead to a spacious glade with a gentle stream and carpet of short soft grass. You see lots of flat stones etched with large markings and patterns layered out on shapes of circles overlapping and spirals. You all notice a small fire, covered by three slabs of stone, but positioned to leave a small hole at the top where licks of flame are seen poking out. You various flat stumps of trees, but they look naturally shaped and don't have the course edges of being cut.
The old gnome places herself on a stump near the fire and smiles, "Please, make yourselves comfortable; get a drink, have some fruit. I'm Caretaker Prinhi. Care to tells what really happened under that manor house?"
Bart makes himself comfortable on a stump.
”Well... we don’t actually know for certain, it’s why we came looking for assistance. A girl was accused of necromancy some time ago. We discovered an old... lair? I think that’s the best word, although lab may work as well. Anyways, we found a necromantic horror, a giant snake. There were ghouls, too. But most alarmingly: a gem with at least one soul inside it.”
Bart presents the gem.
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Khazan stands near with his arms crossed. nodding slightly.
"Don't forget those cultist who kidnaped us, I reckon they were involved with the snake thing an' the undead in Thildeholme. They were called ..uh .. the seed of somethin' .."
"The Seed Of Black..." Wulcrath mutters aloud, taking a seat, as he stares deep into the Black Gem.
A stern grimace upon his face as he remembers the Masked Woman, and her words about her Master and the "Grand Plan."
Prinhi eyes up the gem, her yes holding on to Khazan then to Wulcrath at their additional words. Her gnarly wooden staff is weaved through the air as a golden light flashes and sticks to her form. She reaches for the gem and gives the slightest flinch before taking it into her hands and her face sinking in to sadness.
"Unfortunate. Truly. But the source of this magics must be put to an end. If none of you object, I will... keep this here. Danger surrounds it, and it will surely fall upon you all." Placing the gem on a piece of cloth spread on the stump she once sat.
"This is a blessing... On my nighttime flights, I have seen many things; acts of kindness and acts of misfortune, such is the way of nature. But, one night I saw the movement of many people... bound, being moved from an enclosed wagon to a remote. Then it clicked; a mass kidnapping. I tried to follow, I really did, but I was spotted, barely escaping. For a while, I simply tired to put it out of my mind, but your account of escape and the talks of something more foul that simple criminals..." Her thoughts are broken by the splashing of water on her face from the shimmering stream and nipping into a sizeable plum brought to her by her rabbit companion.
She snaps towards you all, "And as a blessing, you have all appeared out of nowhere, with your wits and weapons... would it be too forward to ask for your help? Otherwise it's just resorting to mercenaries, and we can all agree they're pot luck!" She gives a grin at the last remark.
“I mean... I guess, but I thought you would help us. I thought we could help the soul trapped in the gem.” Bart is pretty crestfallen
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Prinhi's gives a heavy sigh and paces slowly, "I mean, you are right. It's tough... But what can we do? Something has separated her soul from her body. And I'm guessing her body wasn't there when you found her in this?"
“Well, no. Anyway to find it?”
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