Bart goes to the hooded man. “It seems you’re going to stay a moment. Can you explain more about what’s happening?” Bart sits down across from him, resting arms on his knees
The elf puts comes away from the crowds around fire, a look of panic slowly changes to horror as she approaches flickering between the raven and Daffafle, "My fine dwarf, there was no joke. She was gone... But now not anymore." She eyes the raven again, "But this business is not my own, I fare you well and take my leave." She goes back to where she was.
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Khazan looks among the crowd to find the man not there. Just to the side of the cave entrance, you notice a break in the bush a hunched person could get through...
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The Hooded Man lowers his hood entirely. patting his dark hair and rubbing face, "Put bluntly; I don't know any more than you! I, uh, was around and I saw this thugs smuggling in bodies to a cave. I knew something wasn't right, but this is... disturbing. Would you know anything about the 'Seed of Black'?"
Bart, please roll a History check - sorry, I forgot to add!
Bartis quick to remember the many cults and sinister organisations, The Seed of Black were known for their near-success of incubating an egg of the avatar of an evil on this world. But they were defeated and shattered more than a century ago. What was ominous was a web of seemingly isolated kidnappings across a whole kingdom were actually connected...
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Wulcrath only sees the dwarf looking this way and that trying to relocate a something he was after... This causes a few civilians break from their rests, wondering what the ruckus is all about.
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Khazan punches the nearest tree, not a sound coming from him. He turns around and looks at the dragonborn, cold rage in his gaze. "He better be good at hiding, if I find him he's a dead man. Ye shouldn't have trusted him."
He then goes back to the camp, sitting among the villagers
Strenght Roll: 8
((I don't know if its needed, but I rolled just to see what happens to the tree or Khaz's hand))
“The Seed of Black... a cult. Tried to bring something evil into the world. Now... if memory serves, there were quite a number of kidnappings occurring at the same time. Are you suggesting that this is all related? Who are you?” Bart looks for identifying sigils, marks, or unique aspects of the hooded man which might define him.
Daffafle will join Bart beside the cloaked man, raven sitting on her shoulder. “I suppose we’re pretty lucky you came along,” she says suspiciously. “What were you doing in these parts anyway?”
Wulcrath's takes a moment to catch another trail, but nothing... No snagged clothing, or broken branches. The trial has indeed gone cold...
The civilians are quick to make space for the dwarf; most offering thanks, some shaking his hand, but a few kept distant and silent. Food was fetched for him from the storage inside, and someone even found a small cask of ale, cheap, but still effective!
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"Gorr. That's my name." He states. "I'm just a mercenary, blessed with magic, so I'd thought I can make a bit of coin." As he says that, he waves his fingers causing little sparks to fly. "So, uh, sorry for being so mysterious. I mean, we didn't really have much time for introductions and stuff." He offers a smile, before chewing on some rations while strewing on Bart's words about cults. "Oh, and I'm not suggesting anything. I don't know too much; school wasn't really my thing and and wander about a bit. That's it. Aren't you tired? You should get some rest, we've got half a day's travel at least tomorrow..."
He turns to Daffafle and starts, almost slipping from on top of the rock, "Whoa! You were dead! What's..." His eyes meet the raven for a while and he calms going back to chewing and keeping watch, "hmm, I see. I wouldn't have guessed... Anyway, I was just passing through. Town isn't too far, we'll get these people there tomorrow and I'll have to leave you guys to it."
Bart struggles with Gorr’s words, not believing him for a second. But then again, Bart about died today. He looks around for a moment before deciding that perhaps rest is better for now. More answers will come with more sources of knowledge to draw from.
He curls up by the fire, and will let himself drift off to sleep when he’s able.
Khazan breaks the top of the cask using his handaxe and starts offering its content to everyone, encouraging those who kept for themselves to come and join
"Let's drink! To celebrate yer freedom and the halfling's new found life!"
He throws a piece of the casket top in the direction of Bart and Daffefle's
"Ye too, pointy ears! No need tae brood over there!"
He takes the cup from his mess kit, fills it with ale and takes a long sip from it.
"Ack. Not dwarven ale, that's for sure ..Hey! Lizard! Come over! I've got something that'll make ya breath fire!"
Daffafle will join the group with Bart, but refuse a drink. “Should probably have a few of us sober...there are bandits about after all.” And we’re still not certain of our own allies, she thinks specifically of the cloaked man.
Bart rolls his eyes so hard that for a moment they disappear into another plane of existence before he reluctantly gets to his feet with a nod at Daffafle. “Come get a drink when you’re ready. Don’t leave me alone with the dwarf as the only one to talk to.”
“I...I was dead,” Daffafle replies to Khaz, still in shock.
Bart goes to the hooded man. “It seems you’re going to stay a moment. Can you explain more about what’s happening?” Bart sits down across from him, resting arms on his knees
Paladin - warforged - orange
The elf puts comes away from the crowds around fire, a look of panic slowly changes to horror as she approaches flickering between the raven and Daffafle, "My fine dwarf, there was no joke. She was gone... But now not anymore." She eyes the raven again, "But this business is not my own, I fare you well and take my leave." She goes back to where she was.
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Khazan looks among the crowd to find the man not there. Just to the side of the cave entrance, you notice a break in the bush a hunched person could get through...
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The Hooded Man lowers his hood entirely. patting his dark hair and rubbing face, "Put bluntly; I don't know any more than you! I, uh, was around and I saw this thugs smuggling in bodies to a cave. I knew something wasn't right, but this is... disturbing. Would you know anything about the 'Seed of Black'?"
Bart, please roll a History check - sorry, I forgot to add!
(Would Bart - the librarian! - know anything about the Seed of Black?)
Paladin - warforged - orange
"And I even let him have me axe!"
Khazan goes to the entrance of the cave
"I HOPE YER READY TAE LEARN WHAT DWARVES DO TO COWARDS!" he yells before entering the woods
8
As Khazan takes a few strides, fuelled by punishing the dishonourable, he quickly becomes clear he has lost any trail he first spotted...
Bart’s History check on Seed of Black
20
Paladin - warforged - orange
Wulcrath funds himself lost in thought once again before the yelling of a certain Dwarf suddenly knocks him out of his contemplating.
He watches Khazan run into the woods after the man, and is immediately confused.
"Hey! You can't just go running off!" "HEY! STOP!"
Wulcrath shakes his head and groans as goes to follow the Dwarf into the woods, stopping at the edge of the woods to pinpoint a trail of some kind.
Survival - 19
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Wulcrath only sees the dwarf looking this way and that trying to relocate a something he was after... This causes a few civilians break from their rests, wondering what the ruckus is all about.
Wulcraths expression hardens into a small scowl as he walks up to the Dwarf and gives him a hard tap on the shoulder.
"Hey c'mon, now isn't the time for this." "Come back to camp." "He's gone."
Khazan punches the nearest tree, not a sound coming from him.
He turns around and looks at the dragonborn, cold rage in his gaze.
"He better be good at hiding, if I find him he's a dead man. Ye shouldn't have trusted him."
He then goes back to the camp, sitting among the villagers
Strenght Roll: 8
((I don't know if its needed, but I rolled just to see what happens to the tree or Khaz's hand))
Wulcrath looks around at the forest more as he ponders as to where the man could have gone.
He decides to scan his surroundings one more time for any clues as to where the man might have gone. If he doesn't find anything, he returns to camp.
Perception - 16
“The Seed of Black... a cult. Tried to bring something evil into the world. Now... if memory serves, there were quite a number of kidnappings occurring at the same time. Are you suggesting that this is all related? Who are you?” Bart looks for identifying sigils, marks, or unique aspects of the hooded man which might define him.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Daffafle will join Bart beside the cloaked man, raven sitting on her shoulder.
“I suppose we’re pretty lucky you came along,” she says suspiciously. “What were you doing in these parts anyway?”
Wulcrath's takes a moment to catch another trail, but nothing... No snagged clothing, or broken branches. The trial has indeed gone cold...
The civilians are quick to make space for the dwarf; most offering thanks, some shaking his hand, but a few kept distant and silent. Food was fetched for him from the storage inside, and someone even found a small cask of ale, cheap, but still effective!
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"Gorr. That's my name." He states. "I'm just a mercenary, blessed with magic, so I'd thought I can make a bit of coin." As he says that, he waves his fingers causing little sparks to fly. "So, uh, sorry for being so mysterious. I mean, we didn't really have much time for introductions and stuff." He offers a smile, before chewing on some rations while strewing on Bart's words about cults. "Oh, and I'm not suggesting anything. I don't know too much; school wasn't really my thing and and wander about a bit. That's it. Aren't you tired? You should get some rest, we've got half a day's travel at least tomorrow..."
He turns to Daffafle and starts, almost slipping from on top of the rock, "Whoa! You were dead! What's..." His eyes meet the raven for a while and he calms going back to chewing and keeping watch, "hmm, I see. I wouldn't have guessed... Anyway, I was just passing through. Town isn't too far, we'll get these people there tomorrow and I'll have to leave you guys to it."
Bart struggles with Gorr’s words, not believing him for a second. But then again, Bart about died today. He looks around for a moment before deciding that perhaps rest is better for now. More answers will come with more sources of knowledge to draw from.
He curls up by the fire, and will let himself drift off to sleep when he’s able.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Khazan breaks the top of the cask using his handaxe and starts offering its content to everyone, encouraging those who kept for themselves to come and join
"Let's drink! To celebrate yer freedom and the halfling's new found life!"
He throws a piece of the casket top in the direction of Bart and Daffefle's
"Ye too, pointy ears! No need tae brood over there!"
He takes the cup from his mess kit, fills it with ale and takes a long sip from it.
"Ack. Not dwarven ale, that's for sure ..Hey! Lizard! Come over! I've got something that'll make ya breath fire!"
Daffafle will join the group with Bart, but refuse a drink. “Should probably have a few of us sober...there are bandits about after all.” And we’re still not certain of our own allies, she thinks specifically of the cloaked man.
Bart rolls his eyes so hard that for a moment they disappear into another plane of existence before he reluctantly gets to his feet with a nod at Daffafle. “Come get a drink when you’re ready. Don’t leave me alone with the dwarf as the only one to talk to.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Ah, ye joined us! Good! Here, have a drink. I'm sure ye can use one .. or four."
Khazan then hands out a cup of ale towards Bart.
Persuasion roll: 12