The young man happily takes it in thanks laughing awkwardly, not really getting the reference, "Dellin! Dellin Sorlay. We own the yellow farm over there!" He gestures, and in the distance among the pale coloured houses, you can make out a lemon yellow house topped with a brown roof.
"So, you guys pass through or what...? Do you guys need anything?" Wide-eyed, Dellin is keen to help.
Stopping just behind Bart extends his hand as well. "I'm Wulcrath, this is Bart, and..." Looking back at Khaz, his eyes trail over the Lightning-Charred corpse of a wolf. "And uh... That's Khazan."
"It's been nice meeting you, and I'm glad we could help, but I think it's time we get back on the road."
As the battle ends, the dwarf rage dissipates and he finds himself staring at the charred remains of the lighting struck wolf. What was happening? Was this a blessing or a curse?
Wulcrath call makes him snap back to reality. ".. Uh, sure. Ready as one can be." He moves back to the cart and sits in the driver sits, completly ignoring the sheppard, and waits for the others.
The shepherd gasps, slowly shaking Wulcrath's hand as he stares with awe, "Whoa, a dragonborn! A red one too! That flame was amazing! Could you always do that... breath thing? Can you teach other people?! I mean, it's great meeting you, too. Melora be praised...."
Dellin suddenly starts and scrambles for something in his satchel and holds a wooden carving, "Here, take it. I don't need it anymore as I have been initiated into the Caretakers. It's a mask that allows you to be friends with animals... It used to help me guide the gang." And he gestures to the herds behind him.
Wulcrath smiles sheepishly as he accepts the mask from Dellin.
"O-Oh... Um, thank you, I'll make sure it stays safe." Taking the mask in his hands he turns it around as he studies it, wondering if it will even fit him...
Stowing the mask in his bag, Wulcrath turns back to Dellin. "It's been wonderful meeting you Dellin, but sadly it looks like it's time for me to go..." "Oh and to answer your question, sadly I can't teach others how to breath fire, sorry..."
Wulcrath turns to walk back to Cart, giving Dellin a wave as he reaches it, and climbs in.
From Khazan's finger, a little spark jumps from the dwarf's finger to the half-elf's nose giving him a little jolt at most.
A brief deep chuckle heard from Aazelfrom the back and Daffaflestirs in her sleep as Luckyhops this way and that nearby...
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The ride carries; still raining on the stony road, still relatively calm. The road is still dotted with travellers, wary and welcoming, but the farms begin to thin out completely. The grounds takes an incline as the road turns to Tamor, but there's only a few hours left of sunlight as the rain eventually patters out...
The camping organisation happens swiftly under Aazel's and Khazan's instruction, even with Daffafleresting all the while. The heavens eventually stopped their cruelty and the rain comes to a stop in the final hooding of night.
Two logs are found for seating around a bonfire that's easily reared.
As you are all eating a simple dinner of rations and water, the skies are quick to break to reveal the large moon and stars. The moonlight's glow splashed onto the hills and mountains, a winged creature with a soft call flies above with his wings shimmering with the stars.
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Perception/Nature: 11
The creature's high altitude makes it difficult to make out details. It's white in colour, but that's all that can be made out... It's graceful flaps make it quite calming to watch.
Aazeloffers to go next, followed by Khazanand then Wulcrath.
The sight is quite a pleasant one as the white flying creature loops quite a few times; dipping in and out of the South-fang mountains. With stars so bright, and your night vision it's easy to make about anything that could disturbs.
Apart from the odd curious badger, swooping owls or scuttling rodent, there isn't much going on - which is a relief as the quiet is welcome. Times like this a good book would not have gone amiss...
Wulcrath goes about his shift with practiced efficiency, enjoying the quiet stillness, walking the perimeter of the camp and doing a bit of upkeep on his equipment.
"Finally some familiar territory." He thinks to himself as he stares off into the darkness.
Bart does his best to be vigilant in his watch, and then goes to sleep at a watch change. He thought better of reading his books, despite his desire to brush up on some things. He does spend a few minutes counting his coin and examining his shabby clothes when he starts to daydream about just how far he still has to go to accomplish his objective
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The young man happily takes it in thanks laughing awkwardly, not really getting the reference, "Dellin! Dellin Sorlay. We own the yellow farm over there!" He gestures, and in the distance among the pale coloured houses, you can make out a lemon yellow house topped with a brown roof.
"So, you guys pass through or what...? Do you guys need anything?" Wide-eyed, Dellin is keen to help.
“I don’t think so, we should really keep moving.” Bart looks to the others to confirm
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"Yeah I think we should keep moving..."
Stopping just behind Bart extends his hand as well. "I'm Wulcrath, this is Bart, and..." Looking back at Khaz, his eyes trail over the Lightning-Charred corpse of a wolf. "And uh... That's Khazan."
"It's been nice meeting you, and I'm glad we could help, but I think it's time we get back on the road."
"You ready to go Khaz?"
As the battle ends, the dwarf rage dissipates and he finds himself staring at the charred remains of the lighting struck wolf.
What was happening? Was this a blessing or a curse?
Wulcrath call makes him snap back to reality.
".. Uh, sure. Ready as one can be."
He moves back to the cart and sits in the driver sits, completly ignoring the sheppard, and waits for the others.
The shepherd gasps, slowly shaking Wulcrath's hand as he stares with awe, "Whoa, a dragonborn! A red one too! That flame was amazing! Could you always do that... breath thing? Can you teach other people?! I mean, it's great meeting you, too. Melora be praised...."
Dellin suddenly starts and scrambles for something in his satchel and holds a wooden carving, "Here, take it. I don't need it anymore as I have been initiated into the Caretakers. It's a mask that allows you to be friends with animals... It used to help me guide the gang." And he gestures to the herds behind him.
Bart gets up next to Khaz. He starts looking up at the sky pretty often.
”.... is this why dwarves live underground? To hide from all the lightning?”
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" 'unno. Never happend before. It's strange, maybe 's the gods speakin .."
He points a finger to the half elf and looks up to see if anything happens
Wulcrath smiles sheepishly as he accepts the mask from Dellin.
"O-Oh... Um, thank you, I'll make sure it stays safe." Taking the mask in his hands he turns it around as he studies it, wondering if it will even fit him...
Stowing the mask in his bag, Wulcrath turns back to Dellin. "It's been wonderful meeting you Dellin, but sadly it looks like it's time for me to go..." "Oh and to answer your question, sadly I can't teach others how to breath fire, sorry..."
Wulcrath turns to walk back to Cart, giving Dellin a wave as he reaches it, and climbs in.
From Khazan's finger, a little spark jumps from the dwarf's finger to the half-elf's nose giving him a little jolt at most.
A brief deep chuckle heard from Aazel from the back and Daffafle stirs in her sleep as Lucky hops this way and that nearby...
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The ride carries; still raining on the stony road, still relatively calm. The road is still dotted with travellers, wary and welcoming, but the farms begin to thin out completely. The grounds takes an incline as the road turns to Tamor, but there's only a few hours left of sunlight as the rain eventually patters out...
“Ya know... I’m not sure what good a stormy dwarf is if he can’t even get this weather under control.” Bart sighs miserably in the rain.
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Wulcrath sqiurms uncomfortably in his wet boots, his leg still sore, but he does his best to cheer Bart up.
"I'm sure we'll be there soon..." Wulcrath says as he looks out across the plains. "Atleast the views are nice right? Even if it is a bit soggy."
Wulcrath contemplates a bit as he adjusts his cloak. "You doin alright Khaz?"
"Just peachy. Being soaked in rain does wonders for my mood."
Khazan stops the cart at the nearest tree.
"Well? What're waitin' fer?! Move, let's make camp, we got so little light left it could barely illuminate a mine tunnel!"
He gets off and to the back of the cart, starting to unload the tents
"Alright alright... Calm down Khaz."
Wulcrath moves to help Khaz with the tent, shivering in the cold damp air as he hops off the Cart.
"S-so... Have you puzzled out what all the eh... Lightning is about?" Wulcrath says, as he helps Khaz unload the Cart.
The camping organisation happens swiftly under Aazel's and Khazan's instruction, even with Daffafle resting all the while. The heavens eventually stopped their cruelty and the rain comes to a stop in the final hooding of night.
Two logs are found for seating around a bonfire that's easily reared.
As you are all eating a simple dinner of rations and water, the skies are quick to break to reveal the large moon and stars. The moonlight's glow splashed onto the hills and mountains, a winged creature with a soft call flies above with his wings shimmering with the stars.
Can Bart tell what that creature is?
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Perception/Nature: 11
The creature's high altitude makes it difficult to make out details. It's white in colour, but that's all that can be made out... It's graceful flaps make it quite calming to watch.
Bart settles in for first watch, taking the opportunity to enjoy the flying whatsit.
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Aazel offers to go next, followed by Khazan and then Wulcrath.
The sight is quite a pleasant one as the white flying creature loops quite a few times; dipping in and out of the South-fang mountains. With stars so bright, and your night vision it's easy to make about anything that could disturbs.
Apart from the odd curious badger, swooping owls or scuttling rodent, there isn't much going on - which is a relief as the quiet is welcome. Times like this a good book would not have gone amiss...
Wulcrath goes about his shift with practiced efficiency, enjoying the quiet stillness, walking the perimeter of the camp and doing a bit of upkeep on his equipment.
"Finally some familiar territory." He thinks to himself as he stares off into the darkness.
Bart does his best to be vigilant in his watch, and then goes to sleep at a watch change. He thought better of reading his books, despite his desire to brush up on some things. He does spend a few minutes counting his coin and examining his shabby clothes when he starts to daydream about just how far he still has to go to accomplish his objective
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