((Unfortunately not. Through Bart's sharp eye can see a strong ink removing liquid was carefully used which bled away the ink and the text of dried paper has removed any groves of writing.))
"Ye shuoldn't've done that, lad. If ye wanted a go ye could've asked." the dwarfs cracks his neck
"Ah would've glady fought ye, a brawl 'tween friends. A beer afterwards .." Khazan now cracks his knucles
"But ye had tae ****in' smack me mug from me hands and offend me beard. Now I'm pissed off, I won't stop 'till every bone in yer body is broken."
Khazan lunges at the buzzcut guy and tries to punch him in the stomach.
12
Damage: 4 (1+STR modifier)
Reckless Attack
Starting at 2nd level, you can throw aside all concern for defense to attack with fierce desperation. When you make your first attack on your turn, you can decide to attack recklessly. Doing so gives you advantage on melee weapon attack rolls using Strength during this turn, but attack rolls against you have advantage until your next turn
“Of course, Lady Melyne, getting your daughter back is our top priority,” the halfling nods solemnly. “We hope that, by finding the one responsible for this necromancy, we are able to return your daughter to you safely. Are you sure there is no one in town who remembers the time before the Worrells owned the property?”
Wulcrath watches as the man starts his fight, Already hurt, and not wanting to get involved, but also not wanting to just abandon Khazan, he stays in his seat
Already feeling the aches and pains of his wounds sustained from the cave under Lady Melyne's abode he sighs as he stays in his seat, stretching out and settling in to watch over the fight to make sure it doesn't get of hand.
Opting to stay Silent in observation. But ready to intervene if it gets out of hand.
Seeing as though the man doesn't have, or atleast hasn't pulled a weapon, he figures it should be alright to let it play out for now...
With Khazan left wide open, the Buzzcut Brawler goes in with a nasty looking hook...
Attack: 21 Damage: 4
With a loud THWAK! Khazan takes a blow to the side of the face!
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"Then I cannot thank you enough. My only request is that you keep this quiet, I do not need more rumours swirling around the village."Melynerubs the corner of her eyes, "hmm, an old caretaker of this area of Silverhill. She goes by the title of Caretaker of the Breeze Fields. She resides far from civilisation and was present when Thildeholme was blessed by Pelor and Melora centuries ago. Caretaker Syld should be able to point you in the right direction, he's usually out in the fields." Melyne sighs once more, "now if you would be so kind, I am in much need of quiet and a bite to eat. Is there anything else you must discuss?"
“Thank you for your help, Lady Melyne,” Daffafle bows slightly. “We shall take our leave, in search of Caretaker Syld. Also,” she adds with a sudden thought. “You may want to assign a guard or two to keep an eye on the trap door...while I feel confident my companions and I dispelled the undead presence, one can never be too careful. Good day.” With another bow, Daffafle leaves the estate in search of the field Syld is working in.
The Buzzcut Brawler uses his might to escape to the grapple...
Strength (Athletics) check: 9
The Brawler underestimates the strength of a dwarf's arms and fails to knock the lunge away!
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Daffafleasks around, and she directed to Sarry's Green, one of farms owned by the council members. After being pointed to by a few workers, she finds Caretaket Syld in the bowls of a large, rich tree on a mound that overlooks the fields of assortment of berries sending sweet smells wafting in the air, the buzzing of bees almost constant.
He is a half-elf, short hair tied back into a short bun. He sitting, crossed-legged with his hands upon his knees, deep steady breathing...
“Perhaps we should wait until he is finished with his meditation,” Daffafle whispers. Lucky, possessed of no such patience, flies from Daffafle’s shoulder to land on the caretaker’s head, cawing.
Having gained the advantage, the dwarf arches his back and headbutt the tanned man in the guts.
Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Failing the headbutt. Puzzled on how he could've failed that, he moves toward the bar counter dragging the guy with him.
Reckless Attack
Starting at 2nd level, you can throw aside all concern for defense to attack with fierce desperation. When you make your first attack on your turn, you can decide to attack recklessly. Doing so gives you advantage on melee weapon attack rolls using Strength during this turn, but attack rolls against you have advantage until your next turn
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Caretaker Syld frowns and opens one vibrant green eye, "Send your pets what you are not brave to yourselves?" He looks to the raven, but doesn't attempt to remove it and simply stands and steps out. "How can I hope you? Despite your annoyance, I do have to thank you for returning the villages from here and afar, especially Priestess Alysa. She is regarded by the people more than she gives off."
He stretches before continuing, "Now, something tells me you're not here to ask me how I get the berries so sweet..."
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The Buzzcut Brawler grunts before attempting to squirm free...
“We found something at Lady Melyne’s residence. It’s had us looking into history, and unfortunately, the name of a previous owner is removed from documentation. We were told you are the one to ask. Perhaps you remember?”
“I apologize for Lucky,” Daffafle flinches. “He’s not a pet, but an emissary...I don’t have much control over him. Your deductions are correct, however; we’re here, in part, to help Priestess Alysa.”
"'Something'?" Syldlet's his question hand in the air with a raised eyebrow before asking, "is this something that's best discussed over dinner inside?" He asks picking his components and satchel.
"Caretaker Syld, by the way. Hi, how're you doing? Didn't catch your names." He holds out a hand and wide grin.
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Smacking the dwarf harms free, the Brawler regains his bearings...
While not as formal as you would think a druid should be, he seems honest!
Syldleads you down to a unique hut on the village outskirts, dazzled in orange as the suns lasting rays begin to fade. While it's clear there it was man made, you can make a tree's roots drape all over the walls from a small, stout trunk and wide branches on top brimming with leaves. He gestures for you to come into dark hut. A double-snap of fingers makes several candles a light showing a vast chaos of components for spells spilling out of cupboards, plant pots, small holes in the corners of the ceiling holding small birds or squirrels. In the corner a un-made bed, and opposite that a small round table and three small stalls.
"Make yourself at home," he says as he slings his back in a draw and begins to faff around for something to eat.
((Unfortunately not. Through Bart's sharp eye can see a strong ink removing liquid was carefully used which bled away the ink and the text of dried paper has removed any groves of writing.))
"Ye shuoldn't've done that, lad. If ye wanted a go ye could've asked." the dwarfs cracks his neck
"Ah would've glady fought ye, a brawl 'tween friends. A beer afterwards .." Khazan now cracks his knucles
"But ye had tae ****in' smack me mug from me hands and offend me beard. Now I'm pissed off, I won't stop 'till every bone in yer body is broken."
Khazan lunges at the buzzcut guy and tries to punch him in the stomach.
12
Damage: 4 (1+STR modifier)
Starting at 2nd level, you can throw aside all concern for defense to attack with fierce desperation. When you make your first attack on your turn, you can decide to attack recklessly. Doing so gives you advantage on melee weapon attack rolls using Strength during this turn, but attack rolls against you have advantage until your next turn
“Of course, Lady Melyne, getting your daughter back is our top priority,” the halfling nods solemnly. “We hope that, by finding the one responsible for this necromancy, we are able to return your daughter to you safely. Are you sure there is no one in town who remembers the time before the Worrells owned the property?”
Wulcrath watches as the man starts his fight, Already hurt, and not wanting to get involved, but also not wanting to just abandon Khazan, he stays in his seat
Already feeling the aches and pains of his wounds sustained from the cave under Lady Melyne's abode he sighs as he stays in his seat, stretching out and settling in to watch over the fight to make sure it doesn't get of hand.
Opting to stay Silent in observation. But ready to intervene if it gets out of hand.
Seeing as though the man doesn't have, or atleast hasn't pulled a weapon, he figures it should be alright to let it play out for now...
With Khazan left wide open, the Buzzcut Brawler goes in with a nasty looking hook...
Attack: 21 Damage: 4
With a loud THWAK! Khazan takes a blow to the side of the face!
=========
"Then I cannot thank you enough. My only request is that you keep this quiet, I do not need more rumours swirling around the village." Melyne rubs the corner of her eyes, "hmm, an old caretaker of this area of Silverhill. She goes by the title of Caretaker of the Breeze Fields. She resides far from civilisation and was present when Thildeholme was blessed by Pelor and Melora centuries ago. Caretaker Syld should be able to point you in the right direction, he's usually out in the fields." Melyne sighs once more, "now if you would be so kind, I am in much need of quiet and a bite to eat. Is there anything else you must discuss?"
“Thank you for your help, Lady Melyne,” Daffafle bows slightly. “We shall take our leave, in search of Caretaker Syld. Also,” she adds with a sudden thought. “You may want to assign a guard or two to keep an eye on the trap door...while I feel confident my companions and I dispelled the undead presence, one can never be too careful. Good day.”
With another bow, Daffafle leaves the estate in search of the field Syld is working in.
Khazan stumbles back, spits on the floor and lunges back at the guy trying to grab his arm and grapple him to the ground.
Strength (Athletics) check: 18
The Buzzcut Brawler uses his might to escape to the grapple...
Strength (Athletics) check: 9
The Brawler underestimates the strength of a dwarf's arms and fails to knock the lunge away!
=========
Daffafle asks around, and she directed to Sarry's Green, one of farms owned by the council members. After being pointed to by a few workers, she finds Caretaket Syld in the bowls of a large, rich tree on a mound that overlooks the fields of assortment of berries sending sweet smells wafting in the air, the buzzing of bees almost constant.
He is a half-elf, short hair tied back into a short bun. He sitting, crossed-legged with his hands upon his knees, deep steady breathing...
Bart will approach to about 15 feet from Caretaker Syld, and clear his throat.
Paladin - warforged - orange
No response from the Caretaker.
“Perhaps we should wait until he is finished with his meditation,” Daffafle whispers.
Lucky, possessed of no such patience, flies from Daffafle’s shoulder to land on the caretaker’s head, cawing.
Having gained the advantage, the dwarf arches his back and headbutt the tanned man in the guts.
Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Failing the headbutt. Puzzled on how he could've failed that, he moves toward the bar counter dragging the guy with him.
Starting at 2nd level, you can throw aside all concern for defense to attack with fierce desperation. When you make your first attack on your turn, you can decide to attack recklessly. Doing so gives you advantage on melee weapon attack rolls using Strength during this turn, but attack rolls against you have advantage until your next turn
Edit athetlic check: 20
Caretaker Syld frowns and opens one vibrant green eye, "Send your pets what you are not brave to yourselves?" He looks to the raven, but doesn't attempt to remove it and simply stands and steps out. "How can I hope you? Despite your annoyance, I do have to thank you for returning the villages from here and afar, especially Priestess Alysa. She is regarded by the people more than she gives off."
He stretches before continuing, "Now, something tells me you're not here to ask me how I get the berries so sweet..."
==========
The Buzzcut Brawler grunts before attempting to squirm free...
Strength (Athletics) check: 23
“We found something at Lady Melyne’s residence. It’s had us looking into history, and unfortunately, the name of a previous owner is removed from documentation. We were told you are the one to ask. Perhaps you remember?”
Bart is maintaining distance from Syld.
Paladin - warforged - orange
“I apologize for Lucky,” Daffafle flinches. “He’s not a pet, but an emissary...I don’t have much control over him. Your deductions are correct, however; we’re here, in part, to help Priestess Alysa.”
"'Something'?" Syld let's his question hand in the air with a raised eyebrow before asking, "is this something that's best discussed over dinner inside?" He asks picking his components and satchel.
"Caretaker Syld, by the way. Hi, how're you doing? Didn't catch your names." He holds out a hand and wide grin.
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Smacking the dwarf harms free, the Brawler regains his bearings...
Khazan, you're up!
“Something mystical, mysterious, and most certainly evil. I’m Bart, this is Daf. Thank you for the invitation.”
insight? 7
Paladin - warforged - orange
While not as formal as you would think a druid should be, he seems honest!
Syld leads you down to a unique hut on the village outskirts, dazzled in orange as the suns lasting rays begin to fade. While it's clear there it was man made, you can make a tree's roots drape all over the walls from a small, stout trunk and wide branches on top brimming with leaves. He gestures for you to come into dark hut. A double-snap of fingers makes several candles a light showing a vast chaos of components for spells spilling out of cupboards, plant pots, small holes in the corners of the ceiling holding small birds or squirrels. In the corner a un-made bed, and opposite that a small round table and three small stalls.
"Make yourself at home," he says as he slings his back in a draw and begins to faff around for something to eat.
Khazan goes in for another punch and attempts a liver shot.
"Let'se how loose your tongue'll be 'fter this."
Attack: 18 Damage: 4
“Thank you,” Daffafle glances over the spell components. “I see you must be quite proficient in matters of the arcane?”