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Prosinet looks over at Torke with fear in his eyes. You, you didn't need to snatch those, you could have simply asked. i don't understand people, do I look like I hoarder, there was plenty to share." He sighs loudly and then mumbles to himself, "You see Mother, that's why I don't really trust people."
Prosinet will attempt to create a single potion of Lesser Restoration20
Ah ha, perfect, of course! Prosinet exclaims loudly, "Sam Sam where are you, come here! You must take this. I believe that I have carefully crafted the most wonderful elixir. It should have you feeling better in no time at all. Sam!" the whole time he is talking Prosinet has no clue where Sams is because all of his attention is focused on the potion in his hand.
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
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Torke Aldrehas
Torke shows little interest in his eyes to reply, only nodding coldly to the Forest Gnome Prosinet's query he self-imposed. He awaits for Prosinet to focus his efforts on his works before clutching the pouch of the humming metals. The desperate need to have the blade touch it empowers himself to stride away from his companions into the forest without a word. Had it not been for his unorthodox acts, would he look rather casually as he strides.
[DM @Silvercoins Eyes only]
Torke moves atleast 15-30 minutes away from his companions, using his longsword to cut a small gash into some of the trees to mark a path back to the party. The tree-line for cover, he makes his paces before settling behind an enlarged tree covering his back, before slicing the pouch open with the longsword's tip, and resting the longsword's flat fuller atop the metals, waiting for it to react.
((Imposing advantage for his background experiences with traversing forests, if not applicable, I will make a second roll without advantage))
FrostBite looks down at Wilcox a little confused by the question. "I have been fighting for years. Fighting run in my family, my ancestors watch from their mountain of clouds cheering us on. By going into the blood rage we bring attention to our intent and signal the start of the show. It has been said that if the fighter is worthy the elders will come down themselves to assist. To this day I have been looking for a fight worthy enough of this assistance. Maybe they have turned a blind eye. My Arena was losing money and I had to turn my interests to ice carving. Maybe I have been shunned for my decision. My Sculpture was inspired by the stories my father told. He managed to gain their favor and they fought with him."
FrostBite looks around for the rest of the people before continuing. "When we first met and you showed us the heavens I was hoping to find my ancestors and ask them if my actions have disappointed them. But I could not see them." The Dragonborn looks down at his injury then back in the eyes of Wilcox. "The last fight was forfeit as I could not enter my blood state. I have no chance of gaining their attention without it. But that is not your issue. Once we get to our destination maybe I will have more chances. My time to retire in the mountains is still many years to come."
There is a huge flash of light from the treeline, but it is so far out that only Frostbite and Wilcox see it, interrupting their conversation. Wilcox turns to Frostbite, and with a knowing nod of the head, acknowledges what was discussed. You both look towards the forest, then back at the Church.
(You may decide to stay, check on Prosinet & Sam, or check on the light.)
Torke...
There is a huge flash of light from metal touching the sword, and you feel a magnetic pull stronger than you by far, yanking the two objects together. For twelve seconds, you are positive the blade is going to bend or breaking from how hard the trinkets are drawing into it with a strong yellow light flashing rapidly.
As the light fades, you can see the metal is Ummeriton, and in its new form matches the color and density of your longsword. The humming has faded, however, and the trinkets seem to have lost whatever preservative properties it contain. (The trinkets are now just raw metal scrap, enough for a single bar)
Your longsword feels...fuller? More complete? As if a great hunger has been temporarily satisfied with a snack upon a mighty dining room table worth of food to come.
(Go to level 3 and decide whether to walk back or not, you are in the direction the group will be going, and someone may have seen that light anyway)
Prosinet & Sam...
When you finish the potion exchange and exploring the Church, once you've left the building, go to level 3.
The Dragonborn looks back towards the church to see that Sam and Prosinet are still talking. He then looks down at Wilcox. "Do you know what that is?" Looking back towards the light everything grows dark in comparison. "Should I wait for them. Is this where we are heading?" Even before Wilcox answers, Frostbite starts making steps towards the light. It seemed too much of a coincidence that the light would interrupt their conversation at that moment.
The feeling of hunger having subsided and satiated, Torke is unaware of how his longsword had simply swallowed the metal with no consequence despite the obvious leap in any logical stance. He sweeps the remaning trinkets into the cut-open pouch, simply tying it together and using needle and silk to close-up any wounds quite skillfully. Returning his attention via a gaze toward the path behind him going to his party members, he decides not to go immediately for expecting a response of question for the bright light. No, instead, he moves along ahead his group for some few minutes, picking his pace to survey the forest for any necessary information to him. He will also try to quickly hunt small-game, using a portable trap made of several interlocking chains affixed to a metallic mouth. A green viscous liquid drips from its jaws as he searches for bait to accompany his trap.
Survival: roll value- 18 ((Adding additional advantage for his natural affinity and understanding of the forest))
Sam is cured of Flesh Rot when he drinks the potion. There is a nearly instant minor relief and by the time you've managed to even really think about it, all the pain is gone.
Torke manages to find a single Rabbit with its throat torn out by a large pair of talons. Whatever got it was unable to secure the meat, and lost its loot when it left. Torke sets up the trap, and In the 15 minutes waiting for someone to show up, Torke notices that the only thing even looking at the kill are these three black birds who have woken suspiciously early to stare, caw, and twitch their heads from side to side above the trap in a tree.
Frostbite jogs up to see Torke watching the trap from a bush.
"Well of course," Prosinet puffs up at the attention. "This is what I can do, not much good in a fight you see, but in a lab, blamo, I can turn out almost anything I want." Prosinet gathers up all his supplies and materials and quickly follows Sam out. "You see it;s mostly in the proper distillation of the ingredients, most think its about the quality of the ingredients, but truth be told, it's more in their preparation, at least in my experience. You see this one time I was trying too..."
Once he notices that they are out of the church and back into the forest, he deflates, "Oh goodness, here we go again." he mutters to himself.
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Sam and Prosinet run outside leaving the great halls of the former Sanctuary...to find nobody there.
Torke, Frostbite, and even Wilcox have all seemed to disappear. There are only two directions to go, and as you stare around in the dark quiet, the rain continues to fall.
From what you remember, It is unlikely that Wilcox entered the Forest off-path. He walked the previous one with conviction, and had looked directly at the other when mentioning the continuation before getting into the Church.
Frostbite walks up to Torke looking for the light or anything that may show signs that it emanated from it. Quietly he will crouch beside the warlock. "What are you trying to catch? By chance did you see a light in here while you were setting your trap?"
Umm where did everybody go? Sam, where are they? Sam? What are we supposed to do now?" Prosinet starts tugging on Sam's arm. Then following Sam's lead, and staying very close.
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Torke spends those 15 minutes in a quiet stance, eagerly staying crouched without being bothered by his muscles feeling strained. Those 15 minutes are spent under his mind palace, aiming to reconvene with his patron in the longsword. Once his senses can tell that a humanoid comes, he hastily comes out of his mindful state. He returns his gaze to Frostbite, waiting for his sentence to complete before replying soon afterwards, "Quiet. I am trying to find suitable game for us, yet there is little prey to find here. As for this light, I briefly saw it while I waited for this trap to be sprung, but it left just as quickly as it came," Torke's tone accompanies the quiet backdrop, making little movements in his body language. He returns back to looking to the trap, keenly aware of his surroundings.
As Frostbite settles into watching the Trap, Wilcox walks up right behind them and just as unprepared as Frostbite before him announces himself,
"Frostbite? Did you see what that light was?"
Before he can even be spoken to, Sam walks up behind Wilcox with Prosinet closely following behind asking questions to Sam.
With the entire group there and speaking at normal volume one by one, the birds fly off, and Torke is positive that the trap will be useless for whatever might have been in the trees 15 minutes earlier.
Wilcox recalls the aforementioned path and gets ready to start back off on it, once again addressing you all at the same time.
"With good pace, we should reach the Forest's edge before, and be at the river by, dawn."
Without saying another word, he looks to Frostbite, nods, and sets off.
Frostbite...
There is a whisper on the wind, blowing now in this new direction.
FrostBite shakes his head at Wilcox. "Whatever it was has left no trace." As Sam and Prosinet arrive, he does not even repeat the question to them. Maybe it was nothing at all. His mind racing to a conclusion because of what they were talking about.
Happy to get moving again he falls into line behind Wilcox. He then becomes very aware of the darkness. He looks around as best as he could see using his hearing more than his eyes to find any movement around him. "Did anybody else hear that? The voice on the wind?"
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Torke Aldrehas
Defeated by the lack of any prey or game that shows, Torke sighs lightly, sniffing the rabbit to get a sense of how long it could last before it rots. He then ties it by the neck on his leathe belt, and disables the trap before doing so. He turns his attention to the congregated party once more, his eyes tracing back and forth among his party before settling on FrostBite, "Nonetheless, the metal has been dealt with. On other terms, we should go farther toward the river; I am sure there will be suitable prey for me to hunt, and if anyone has bow and arrow readily available, it should prove to be no problem to me," he speaks out of experience, unrivaled with his imposing figure of snake scale patches along his arms. His eyes seem slightly exhausted, if not drained after recent encounters. He simply catches one last gaze toward Frostbite before moving along forward in a pace overtaking Wilcox. He seems to have little trust in his abilities to not have them lost, but he is useful for landmarks, he thinks.
The longsword is still sheathed, devoid of any differences at the moment that symbolize change. Torke's pace seems to be faster only by the fact. That he is motivated to reach the river before the day is anew.
Prosinet looks over at Torke with fear in his eyes. You, you didn't need to snatch those, you could have simply asked. i don't understand people, do I look like I hoarder, there was plenty to share." He sighs loudly and then mumbles to himself, "You see Mother, that's why I don't really trust people."
Prosinet will attempt to create a single potion of Lesser Restoration 20
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Prosinet masterfully crafts the potion, despite the challenge. He is after all, a master alchemist.
There is a sense of wonder about this craft, it will do the expected without fail.
Ah ha, perfect, of course! Prosinet exclaims loudly, "Sam Sam where are you, come here! You must take this. I believe that I have carefully crafted the most wonderful elixir. It should have you feeling better in no time at all. Sam!" the whole time he is talking Prosinet has no clue where Sams is because all of his attention is focused on the potion in his hand.
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Torke Aldrehas
Torke shows little interest in his eyes to reply, only nodding coldly to the Forest Gnome Prosinet's query he self-imposed. He awaits for Prosinet to focus his efforts on his works before clutching the pouch of the humming metals. The desperate need to have the blade touch it empowers himself to stride away from his companions into the forest without a word. Had it not been for his unorthodox acts, would he look rather casually as he strides.
[DM @Silvercoins Eyes only]
Torke moves atleast 15-30 minutes away from his companions, using his longsword to cut a small gash into some of the trees to mark a path back to the party. The tree-line for cover, he makes his paces before settling behind an enlarged tree covering his back, before slicing the pouch open with the longsword's tip, and resting the longsword's flat fuller atop the metals, waiting for it to react.
((Imposing advantage for his background experiences with traversing forests, if not applicable, I will make a second roll without advantage))
Stealth (no advantage): roll value- 17
Stealth (with advantage): roll value- 19
FrostBite looks down at Wilcox a little confused by the question. "I have been fighting for years. Fighting run in my family, my ancestors watch from their mountain of clouds cheering us on. By going into the blood rage we bring attention to our intent and signal the start of the show. It has been said that if the fighter is worthy the elders will come down themselves to assist. To this day I have been looking for a fight worthy enough of this assistance. Maybe they have turned a blind eye. My Arena was losing money and I had to turn my interests to ice carving. Maybe I have been shunned for my decision. My Sculpture was inspired by the stories my father told. He managed to gain their favor and they fought with him."
FrostBite looks around for the rest of the people before continuing. "When we first met and you showed us the heavens I was hoping to find my ancestors and ask them if my actions have disappointed them. But I could not see them." The Dragonborn looks down at his injury then back in the eyes of Wilcox. "The last fight was forfeit as I could not enter my blood state. I have no chance of gaining their attention without it. But that is not your issue. Once we get to our destination maybe I will have more chances. My time to retire in the mountains is still many years to come."
(Path of Ancestral Guardian)
Frostbite...
There is a huge flash of light from the treeline, but it is so far out that only Frostbite and Wilcox see it, interrupting their conversation. Wilcox turns to Frostbite, and with a knowing nod of the head, acknowledges what was discussed. You both look towards the forest, then back at the Church.
(You may decide to stay, check on Prosinet & Sam, or check on the light.)
Torke...
There is a huge flash of light from metal touching the sword, and you feel a magnetic pull stronger than you by far, yanking the two objects together. For twelve seconds, you are positive the blade is going to bend or breaking from how hard the trinkets are drawing into it with a strong yellow light flashing rapidly.
As the light fades, you can see the metal is Ummeriton, and in its new form matches the color and density of your longsword. The humming has faded, however, and the trinkets seem to have lost whatever preservative properties it contain. (The trinkets are now just raw metal scrap, enough for a single bar)
Your longsword feels...fuller? More complete? As if a great hunger has been temporarily satisfied with a snack upon a mighty dining room table worth of food to come.
(Go to level 3 and decide whether to walk back or not, you are in the direction the group will be going, and someone may have seen that light anyway)
Prosinet & Sam...
When you finish the potion exchange and exploring the Church, once you've left the building, go to level 3.
The Dragonborn looks back towards the church to see that Sam and Prosinet are still talking. He then looks down at Wilcox. "Do you know what that is?" Looking back towards the light everything grows dark in comparison. "Should I wait for them. Is this where we are heading?" Even before Wilcox answers, Frostbite starts making steps towards the light. It seemed too much of a coincidence that the light would interrupt their conversation at that moment.
Sam, feeling quite awful and rather desperate, takes the concoction and drinks it without hesitation. "Th...thank you."
DM - Above & Below
Torke Aldrehas
The feeling of hunger having subsided and satiated, Torke is unaware of how his longsword had simply swallowed the metal with no consequence despite the obvious leap in any logical stance. He sweeps the remaning trinkets into the cut-open pouch, simply tying it together and using needle and silk to close-up any wounds quite skillfully. Returning his attention via a gaze toward the path behind him going to his party members, he decides not to go immediately for expecting a response of question for the bright light. No, instead, he moves along ahead his group for some few minutes, picking his pace to survey the forest for any necessary information to him. He will also try to quickly hunt small-game, using a portable trap made of several interlocking chains affixed to a metallic mouth. A green viscous liquid drips from its jaws as he searches for bait to accompany his trap.
Survival: roll value- 18 ((Adding additional advantage for his natural affinity and understanding of the forest))
Sam is cured of Flesh Rot when he drinks the potion. There is a nearly instant minor relief and by the time you've managed to even really think about it, all the pain is gone.
Torke manages to find a single Rabbit with its throat torn out by a large pair of talons. Whatever got it was unable to secure the meat, and lost its loot when it left. Torke sets up the trap, and In the 15 minutes waiting for someone to show up, Torke notices that the only thing even looking at the kill are these three black birds who have woken suspiciously early to stare, caw, and twitch their heads from side to side above the trap in a tree.
Frostbite jogs up to see Torke watching the trap from a bush.
"Wow," Sam sits back and takes a deep breathe. "I think it's working. Thank you."
After a few moments he gets up and stretches out his arms. He wipes himself off a bit, cleans his sword, and joins the others.
DM - Above & Below
"Well of course," Prosinet puffs up at the attention. "This is what I can do, not much good in a fight you see, but in a lab, blamo, I can turn out almost anything I want." Prosinet gathers up all his supplies and materials and quickly follows Sam out. "You see it;s mostly in the proper distillation of the ingredients, most think its about the quality of the ingredients, but truth be told, it's more in their preparation, at least in my experience. You see this one time I was trying too..."
Once he notices that they are out of the church and back into the forest, he deflates, "Oh goodness, here we go again." he mutters to himself.
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Sam and Prosinet run outside leaving the great halls of the former Sanctuary...to find nobody there.
Torke, Frostbite, and even Wilcox have all seemed to disappear. There are only two directions to go, and as you stare around in the dark quiet, the rain continues to fall.
From what you remember, It is unlikely that Wilcox entered the Forest off-path. He walked the previous one with conviction, and had looked directly at the other when mentioning the continuation before getting into the Church.
Sam will look around one last time before suggesting that they head in the direction that they had been traveling the day before.
Perception: 9
DM - Above & Below
Frostbite walks up to Torke looking for the light or anything that may show signs that it emanated from it. Quietly he will crouch beside the warlock. "What are you trying to catch? By chance did you see a light in here while you were setting your trap?"
Umm where did everybody go? Sam, where are they? Sam? What are we supposed to do now?" Prosinet starts tugging on Sam's arm. Then following Sam's lead, and staying very close.
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Torke Aldrehas
Torke spends those 15 minutes in a quiet stance, eagerly staying crouched without being bothered by his muscles feeling strained. Those 15 minutes are spent under his mind palace, aiming to reconvene with his patron in the longsword. Once his senses can tell that a humanoid comes, he hastily comes out of his mindful state. He returns his gaze to Frostbite, waiting for his sentence to complete before replying soon afterwards, "Quiet. I am trying to find suitable game for us, yet there is little prey to find here. As for this light, I briefly saw it while I waited for this trap to be sprung, but it left just as quickly as it came," Torke's tone accompanies the quiet backdrop, making little movements in his body language. He returns back to looking to the trap, keenly aware of his surroundings.
As Frostbite settles into watching the Trap, Wilcox walks up right behind them and just as unprepared as Frostbite before him announces himself,
"Frostbite? Did you see what that light was?"
Before he can even be spoken to, Sam walks up behind Wilcox with Prosinet closely following behind asking questions to Sam.
With the entire group there and speaking at normal volume one by one, the birds fly off, and Torke is positive that the trap will be useless for whatever might have been in the trees 15 minutes earlier.
Wilcox recalls the aforementioned path and gets ready to start back off on it, once again addressing you all at the same time.
"With good pace, we should reach the Forest's edge before, and be at the river by, dawn."
Without saying another word, he looks to Frostbite, nods, and sets off.
Frostbite...
There is a whisper on the wind, blowing now in this new direction.
...
"The time is near."
FrostBite shakes his head at Wilcox. "Whatever it was has left no trace." As Sam and Prosinet arrive, he does not even repeat the question to them. Maybe it was nothing at all. His mind racing to a conclusion because of what they were talking about.
Happy to get moving again he falls into line behind Wilcox. He then becomes very aware of the darkness. He looks around as best as he could see using his hearing more than his eyes to find any movement around him. "Did anybody else hear that? The voice on the wind?"
Torke Aldrehas
Defeated by the lack of any prey or game that shows, Torke sighs lightly, sniffing the rabbit to get a sense of how long it could last before it rots. He then ties it by the neck on his leathe belt, and disables the trap before doing so. He turns his attention to the congregated party once more, his eyes tracing back and forth among his party before settling on FrostBite, "Nonetheless, the metal has been dealt with. On other terms, we should go farther toward the river; I am sure there will be suitable prey for me to hunt, and if anyone has bow and arrow readily available, it should prove to be no problem to me," he speaks out of experience, unrivaled with his imposing figure of snake scale patches along his arms. His eyes seem slightly exhausted, if not drained after recent encounters. He simply catches one last gaze toward Frostbite before moving along forward in a pace overtaking Wilcox. He seems to have little trust in his abilities to not have them lost, but he is useful for landmarks, he thinks.
The longsword is still sheathed, devoid of any differences at the moment that symbolize change. Torke's pace seems to be faster only by the fact. That he is motivated to reach the river before the day is anew.
Survival: roll value- 3