Wilson passes the box to Abigail as soon as they feel safe to do so.
"Get whatever in this out and put something equal weight in. We may have to hang it over and I am not risking it's contents. The matronnis likely to be out best buffer between the asheguard and ourselves."
The box itself is rather small, with a even smaller lock. Certainly, the slit would work best for the tooth to enter and then be able to twist. Popping whatever lock mechanism is keeping the airtight container closed.
Abigail, you move through the mine a bit. Finding an eventual spot that's less than occupied. Timing your casting a bit with the echoing sounds of the miners at work. It mostly works. A few people stopping what they're doing and coming by. Some discussing if they heard something or not. But overall, you do manage to slide invisible with relative ease.
The minutes go by, more and more, as the crew somewhat stands around in a small corner they were talking in. It appears Abigail isn't coming back...
Morgan will disguise self so their minotaur form appears very wounded, "okay guys, I'm going to try to talk our way out of this... Tarak... buddy, if this doesn't go well I need you step up... some how, you'll figure it out" ( d6 bardic inspiration)
Morgan limps to where the Matron is, and through gruff raspy breathes "We didn't... expect it to be invisible... it got a member of my team. tore through the rest of us... we didn't get it... you couldn't pay me enough to go back there..." deception18
gives a bit of a harrumph. Looking Morgan and Lafetha over. The other leans in to whisper to the Matron who gives a nod. "Very well. Be on your way. I do not have time to entertain others down here now that she's still stirred."
As you all begin to head out, you hear her once again. (And Abigail can slip out as well with the rest of the crew)
"I am sorry for your friend. We don't recover bodies from Sorrow. So their bones will stay with the others that she's caught over the past few generations."
You all find yourselves back out of the mines. At the bottom of the quarry. The clouds have begun to make it a bit overcast; much like the previous day. It will likely have a light rain at night. But upon looking around, you don't see any Ashgard around. Either they're not here yet, or waiting somewhere.
Morgan looks around for any signs of danger, perception20 "If they aren't here than they are almost certainly at our ship as that's the most likely place where we could be... if it's just paper in the box... does this place have a currier service? With how much all these people like to talk I feel like they have to have some sort of mail system. it would be innocuous enough to have a stranger mail a set of papers somewhere, and then the ashgaurd won't find the papers on us no matter what, security through obscurity. Unless the ashgaurd run the post... unfortunate..."
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Tarak looks around in surprise at the lack of the Ashguard. He tries to see if anything seems amiss as if they are walking into a trap. (Nervous civilians, unusual groupings of people, someone sneaking a peak over the edge of the quarry watching from above, etc)
Not sure which roll is needed. Investigation 18 Perception 17
Once satisfied nothing is going on he leads the group to the elevator and up.
Between Tarak and Morgan, you do not believe that the Ashgard are around. Nobody is acting any different. No clear visible signs of bare chested individuals. More of the stares seem to be towards you all - the entire mixed group full of arms and armor.
You haven't seen any particular mail or courier service. It's probable that the Loxodon have such a system on it's own internally to their pocket nation; doing something across borders would likely hire a crew to navigate the rivers. Which you are. And are somewhat doing anyway... just with illegal materials according to that one Matron.
Up the elevator, the doors open and still.. nothing. You are all fairly certain by this point that the Ashgard are not here. For now, you're in the clear.
Abigail, still invisible, will continue to stealth out of the quarry in the hopes of either making it as far out of town as possible - or to a vacant dwelling as close to the edge of town as possible. She will try to stay within visual range of the party, but still feels like it would be risky to be too near them in case they get targeted.
Ideally, she is going to make for the area near where they parted ways with the gnome, keeping an eye out for the rest of the group.
Morgan looks at the group, "Okay all things considered we're not looking that bad, at least not in a way that taking an hour or two will help, and we're in a situation where the longer we take more time they have to throw more resources at us, so I absolutely don't want to spend another day here if we can just leave. Let's just go the boat if they aren't there great, we leave. If they are there it's still a better shot than if we give them more time to garrison more forces."
The crew sets back out, beginning to make their way for the small town where the river begins. Abigail finding an opportune time to join back up with the group, item still in hand. The small trek will take a few days; getting back towards that center line and then heading back towards where the boat stays docked.
It's a little past noon, the crew continuing their march. Off in the distance, what appears to be a trio of Loxodon are off in the distance. A falcon circling around them in the sky.
Behind, and for the past few hours, what seems to be a duo of young teens have been following the crew.
P.S. Prior to joining up with the crew, Abigail is going to open up the box and see if she can switch out the contents with either random pages from her map cartography kit, or those Ashgard letters. If they are not sealed, she will cast Comprehend Languages to read through them.
Morgan calls the ghost blade, "So that hawk definitely dampers the chances that they are fellow wayward travelers, and the fact that they are here sort of shines doubt that those teen are also on some sort of sunny walkabout. I'm not interested in killing any misguided teens if we can help it. I trust you guys can handle the trio. If it's a fight I'll come running, if it's not I'll sneak around, easy cheesy. I'll make sure those teens don't get hurt... or at the least I'll make sure they don't get killed. Abigail you got this, you new that already. Tarak, if for some reason plan A doesn't work you need to make sure plan B does."((d6 Bardic inspiration for Tarak))
Morgan goes to talk to the teens. Assuming they don't attack attack Onsight.
"Hey, my friends are probably going to be ambushed soon. You don't want any part of that. You're young you'll have plenty of chances to prove how brave and strong you are, this isn't one of those times. Don't make you're Moms sad by dying young early, turn around and take a safer way home." intimidate and persuasion are the same 15
You use the tooth key to pop the lock. The small airtight box opening up; intense spring mechanisms releasing with a bit of a hiss. The papers inside are written on what could be considered loose and thin papers. Self made scraps, written in a peculiar cursive handwriting. Each one written in the traditional loxodonic language. It certainly isn't written in ink. Soot and other ground bits.
Upon casting, the language becomes more deciphered. Some of the meanings are still lost - literal translations not bringing about the correct meaning of idioms. In your study of them, three things become apparent...
1) The paper itself is frail, and even getting slightly wet would ruin it. 2) These papers seem to be written by the same author as who has been running the "Pamphlet" series in the news and daily papers. A series of essays on the nature of the world, power, and the rights of the people. 3) A passage catches your eye...
"I miss my betrayer. The one who lead to my incarcerated exile of solitude, in a effort that my mind would break and my story forgotten. My own brother. Cast out. While I desire what any rational person would want when family has turned against their own, I cannot blame him. Always the one needing protecting. I hope to one day see him again, but that is the self's want. I know in my higher mind it won't happen and such petty ideas of a nuclear family are outdated in our world. Found family, forging together a concept and unity is the real strength. Perhaps it is this I wish for my young Diadochi to see. The error on his part."
Morgan slinks over to the two children, finding them familiar. Two of the three that stalked you all that early night and may have been attempting to rob you.
"But...errr...." they both look sheepish as they run a hand across their neck. "We. Heard people were looking for you. Figured we could help! As long as you get us all away and on the boat, that Dragonborn of the Faith said that we may be able to go."
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P.P.S. Seeing the fragility of the paper, Abigail places them carefully into her scroll case. "Humm... I would definitely do well to try and keep this box so that I can return these contents before setting sail..." she thinks to herself.
P.S. Reconnecting with the group, she produces the box and offers it, and the contents inside, for someone else to safeguard for the rest of the return journey to the ship. "I am not sure I am the right one to be carrying these, in case we get ambushed later on. Perhaps you," holding it out to Tarak, "or Morgan would be a better candidate?"
"Humm... If word of us in the mine spread, then our party should probably have one fewer party member. If we are lucky, we have not really been spotted yet. So... I am going to go slink off in the hopes of letting you all sort this out - hopefully without a conflict."
Abigail is going to see if she can find a reasonable way to stealth parallels to the roadway, but is definitely also in favor of just hiding if she feels that is the only way to avoid the notice of the hawk. Stealth: 11
As Tarak (and possible others) catch back up to Morgan, they too recognize the kids to be the ones that might have been attempting to rob you all that one night.
One of the two breaks from talking to Morgan upon seeing Tarak, giving a small nod. The other begins to look a bit more excited.
The two teens look back to Morgan. "So.. do you want us to go or do you want our help...?"
Wilson passes the box to Abigail as soon as they feel safe to do so.
"Get whatever in this out and put something equal weight in. We may have to hang it over and I am not risking it's contents. The matronnis likely to be out best buffer between the asheguard and ourselves."
The box itself is rather small, with a even smaller lock. Certainly, the slit would work best for the tooth to enter and then be able to twist. Popping whatever lock mechanism is keeping the airtight container closed.
Abigail, you move through the mine a bit. Finding an eventual spot that's less than occupied. Timing your casting a bit with the echoing sounds of the miners at work. It mostly works. A few people stopping what they're doing and coming by. Some discussing if they heard something or not. But overall, you do manage to slide invisible with relative ease.
The minutes go by, more and more, as the crew somewhat stands around in a small corner they were talking in. It appears Abigail isn't coming back...
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Morgan will disguise self so their minotaur form appears very wounded, "okay guys, I'm going to try to talk our way out of this... Tarak... buddy, if this doesn't go well I need you step up... some how, you'll figure it out" ( d6 bardic inspiration)
Morgan limps to where the Matron is, and through gruff raspy breathes "We didn't... expect it to be invisible... it got a member of my team. tore through the rest of us... we didn't get it... you couldn't pay me enough to go back there..." deception 18
The Matron....
15
gives a bit of a harrumph. Looking Morgan and Lafetha over. The other leans in to whisper to the Matron who gives a nod. "Very well. Be on your way. I do not have time to entertain others down here now that she's still stirred."
As you all begin to head out, you hear her once again. (And Abigail can slip out as well with the rest of the crew)
"I am sorry for your friend. We don't recover bodies from Sorrow. So their bones will stay with the others that she's caught over the past few generations."
You all find yourselves back out of the mines. At the bottom of the quarry. The clouds have begun to make it a bit overcast; much like the previous day. It will likely have a light rain at night. But upon looking around, you don't see any Ashgard around. Either they're not here yet, or waiting somewhere.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Morgan looks around for any signs of danger, perception 20 "If they aren't here than they are almost certainly at our ship as that's the most likely place where we could be... if it's just paper in the box... does this place have a currier service? With how much all these people like to talk I feel like they have to have some sort of mail system. it would be innocuous enough to have a stranger mail a set of papers somewhere, and then the ashgaurd won't find the papers on us no matter what, security through obscurity. Unless the ashgaurd run the post... unfortunate..."
Tarak looks around in surprise at the lack of the Ashguard. He tries to see if anything seems amiss as if they are walking into a trap. (Nervous civilians, unusual groupings of people, someone sneaking a peak over the edge of the quarry watching from above, etc)
Not sure which roll is needed.
Investigation 18
Perception 17
Once satisfied nothing is going on he leads the group to the elevator and up.
Between Tarak and Morgan, you do not believe that the Ashgard are around. Nobody is acting any different. No clear visible signs of bare chested individuals. More of the stares seem to be towards you all - the entire mixed group full of arms and armor.
You haven't seen any particular mail or courier service. It's probable that the Loxodon have such a system on it's own internally to their pocket nation; doing something across borders would likely hire a crew to navigate the rivers. Which you are. And are somewhat doing anyway... just with illegal materials according to that one Matron.
Up the elevator, the doors open and still.. nothing. You are all fairly certain by this point that the Ashgard are not here. For now, you're in the clear.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Abigail, still invisible, will continue to stealth out of the quarry in the hopes of either making it as far out of town as possible - or to a vacant dwelling as close to the edge of town as possible. She will try to stay within visual range of the party, but still feels like it would be risky to be too near them in case they get targeted.
Ideally, she is going to make for the area near where they parted ways with the gnome, keeping an eye out for the rest of the group.
Morgan looks at the group, "Okay all things considered we're not looking that bad, at least not in a way that taking an hour or two will help, and we're in a situation where the longer we take more time they have to throw more resources at us, so I absolutely don't want to spend another day here if we can just leave. Let's just go the boat if they aren't there great, we leave. If they are there it's still a better shot than if we give them more time to garrison more forces."
Lafetha agrees with Morgan. "Let's go!" And takes off towards the boat.
The crew sets back out, beginning to make their way for the small town where the river begins. Abigail finding an opportune time to join back up with the group, item still in hand. The small trek will take a few days; getting back towards that center line and then heading back towards where the boat stays docked.
It's a little past noon, the crew continuing their march. Off in the distance, what appears to be a trio of Loxodon are off in the distance. A falcon circling around them in the sky.
Behind, and for the past few hours, what seems to be a duo of young teens have been following the crew.
...what do you do?
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
P.S. Prior to joining up with the crew, Abigail is going to open up the box and see if she can switch out the contents with either random pages from her map cartography kit, or those Ashgard letters. If they are not sealed, she will cast Comprehend Languages to read through them.
Morgan calls the ghost blade, "So that hawk definitely dampers the chances that they are fellow wayward travelers, and the fact that they are here sort of shines doubt that those teen are also on some sort of sunny walkabout. I'm not interested in killing any misguided teens if we can help it. I trust you guys can handle the trio. If it's a fight I'll come running, if it's not I'll sneak around, easy cheesy. I'll make sure those teens don't get hurt... or at the least I'll make sure they don't get killed. Abigail you got this, you new that already. Tarak, if for some reason plan A doesn't work you need to make sure plan B does."((d6 Bardic inspiration for Tarak))
Morgan goes to talk to the teens. Assuming they don't attack attack Onsight.
"Hey, my friends are probably going to be ambushed soon. You don't want any part of that. You're young you'll have plenty of chances to prove how brave and strong you are, this isn't one of those times. Don't make you're Moms sad by dying young early, turn around and take a safer way home." intimidate and persuasion are the same 15
Abigail...
You use the tooth key to pop the lock. The small airtight box opening up; intense spring mechanisms releasing with a bit of a hiss. The papers inside are written on what could be considered loose and thin papers. Self made scraps, written in a peculiar cursive handwriting. Each one written in the traditional loxodonic language. It certainly isn't written in ink. Soot and other ground bits.
Upon casting, the language becomes more deciphered. Some of the meanings are still lost - literal translations not bringing about the correct meaning of idioms. In your study of them, three things become apparent...
1) The paper itself is frail, and even getting slightly wet would ruin it.
2) These papers seem to be written by the same author as who has been running the "Pamphlet" series in the news and daily papers. A series of essays on the nature of the world, power, and the rights of the people.
3) A passage catches your eye...
"I miss my betrayer. The one who lead to my incarcerated exile of solitude, in a effort that my mind would break and my story forgotten. My own brother. Cast out. While I desire what any rational person would want when family has turned against their own, I cannot blame him. Always the one needing protecting. I hope to one day see him again, but that is the self's want. I know in my higher mind it won't happen and such petty ideas of a nuclear family are outdated in our world. Found family, forging together a concept and unity is the real strength. Perhaps it is this I wish for my young Diadochi to see. The error on his part."
Morgan slinks over to the two children, finding them familiar. Two of the three that stalked you all that early night and may have been attempting to rob you.
"But...errr...." they both look sheepish as they run a hand across their neck. "We. Heard people were looking for you. Figured we could help! As long as you get us all away and on the boat, that Dragonborn of the Faith said that we may be able to go."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
P.P.S. Seeing the fragility of the paper, Abigail places them carefully into her scroll case. "Humm... I would definitely do well to try and keep this box so that I can return these contents before setting sail..." she thinks to herself.
P.S. Reconnecting with the group, she produces the box and offers it, and the contents inside, for someone else to safeguard for the rest of the return journey to the ship. "I am not sure I am the right one to be carrying these, in case we get ambushed later on. Perhaps you," holding it out to Tarak, "or Morgan would be a better candidate?"
"Humm... If word of us in the mine spread, then our party should probably have one fewer party member. If we are lucky, we have not really been spotted yet. So... I am going to go slink off in the hopes of letting you all sort this out - hopefully without a conflict."
Abigail is going to see if she can find a reasonable way to stealth parallels to the roadway, but is definitely also in favor of just hiding if she feels that is the only way to avoid the notice of the hawk. Stealth: 11
Tarak passes the box to Morgan as they leave knowing that if it comes to one staying behind to let the others get away it would be his duty.
He turns to the rest “I say we head over to the youths they may know a less expected way to reach the Ship.”
"no need! Unless you really think we need to?" Lafetha casts pass without trace
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[Roll]1d20da+12[/roll]
As Tarak (and possible others) catch back up to Morgan, they too recognize the kids to be the ones that might have been attempting to rob you all that one night.
One of the two breaks from talking to Morgan upon seeing Tarak, giving a small nod. The other begins to look a bit more excited.
The two teens look back to Morgan. "So.. do you want us to go or do you want our help...?"
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Tarak nods back. “What help do you have in mind? We need to get back to our ship and avoid the Ashguard along the way. Do you know a way to do that?”