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20th Hour
Forest:
Uthal’s prayers to Selune produced no physical sign of being answered, but still felt confident regarding the general direction they were headed through the trees. Even though unable to see the smoke or lights from the hut, the group eventually found themselves walking up a gradual incline.
Atal’s light assisted with bringing some color to the immediate area around them, but being that all three were endowed with a gift of seeing in the dark, it did nothing to increase their field of vision through the trees. It did however spook a deer that sprang off into the woods, away from the group.
Road:
Handling the three horses and setting up a camp was not an overtaxing feat. As individuals who’ve travelled by themselves, it was more or less just a matter of going through the motions, and before long they were done.
Ander: 21
Kel: 2
It was Kel who noticed it first, and even at that, only just barely. Down the road, from the direction of Midgar, was a slow moving light, bouncing along the road. Still a considerable distance from them, after a minute or two, the light disappeared completely. And the two were left again in dark and silence.
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Following Uthal, Anearis kept an eye open for tracks and footprints as they got near the hut. If someone was inside, they would surely have left some relatively fresh footprints in the ground, he thought.
"Travelers on the road." Kel stated toward Ser Ander as he fed the fire before settling back in to his sharpening. "I suspect we might see them sometime in the night." Kel checked his blade, increasing the fire to a brighter hue for a moment with a gesture from his hands. Satisfied with the work he turned the blade over and let the fire return to its natural state. "I can take first watch, assuming your companions return we can alternate with them." he shrugged while the whetstone did its work "If they don't I will wake you for the second watch."
Kel paused in his work to remove a small cask from his gearbag, removing a cup from his mess kit. He poured himself a cup of the Tej and tasted it before setting it down. It's sweetness was pleasant and would serve as a distraction from his current thoughts in the hours to come. The cask was returned to its place in the gearbag for the next nights watch. Kel continued on with his work sharpening the greatsword.
Trudging along uphill, Uthal, Atal, and Anearis eventually break through the thick vegetation and find themselves. It was almost by sheer luck that they found the clearing, as they had begun climbing another hill before Anearis found some fresh tracks, leading to and from a stream. The tracks ultimately led to the clearing and directly towards the small house, in the middle. Originally thought to be a hut, from far away, the structure was more of a cabin, with an enclosed porch, and a small shed near by. Based on the tracks Anearis identified, they were likely less than an hour old, so the owner of them was likely still inside.
The smells coming from the cabin were overpowering: various flowers, herbs, and other scents, just filled the entire area.
Road:
"Hello there, friend! What is your name and business?" A voice called out from the darkness, in the same general direction of the earlier light on the road. The source of the voice though was still too far for the light of the camp fire to illuminate.
Kel narrowed his eyes for a moment, before standing, greatsword still in hand. He put his back to the fire and gave a moment for his eyes to pierce the darkness. He called out.
"I give you greetings this evening travelers! I am Kel Iscariuss, Hellheart of the Order of the Wall. I and those I am traveling with are simply taking a rest from the road." He gave a glance toward Ander. "Who is it that addresses me from beyond the circle of our cozy fire?"
Uthal continues on to the house. If he reaches it he knocks as gently as he can on the door. Before he does he taps Atal on the shoulder, giving him Selune's blessing.
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The voice in the night replied, "Forgive me for not lighting our lamp, you can never be too careful about who you meet on the road, at night."
A second voice chimed in, though as a converation ensued, none was necessarily directed towards Kel. "I'm lighting it. I can't see a damn thing." "Don't light it, we don't know their intentions yet. I can see them." "Well, not all of us have ****in' magic night sight." "It's not my fault you're a firbolg." "Don't start that again." “Should’ve just stayed in the forest.” Further words between the two were exchanged, but the speech was muffled and hushed for the most part. Eventually a lamp shine towards the campsight, hung from a hook on the front of a covered wagon. Pulled by a donkey, two men (one human and one elf) sat together on a bench obviously made for just one. The covered wagon had flaps down, skewing any view as to what may be inside.
"Sorry, friend. As I said, can't be too careful. I'm Jeb'Dyah Spreengfeeld. This is Shelbyvil Manhatin. We're just farmers headin' home. Got stuck in Midgar, with a broken axel. Not too much trouble, if we pass?" As the elf introduced himself and his companion, he held the reigns, nearly pulling them taught half a dozen times as he gestured as he spoke. His companion, with a sour face, simply sat there, silent and arms crossed.
Forest
Following Uthal's knock on the door, a gruff though weakened voice sounded from within, "Who's there?"
Kel chuckled to himself as the travelers exchanged words. He planted his greatsword in the ground and rested an arm across it as they came to a decision. He gave another glance to Ser Ander, shrugging with a shake of his head. As the speech was once again directed toward him, Kel refocused his attention.
"Not at all." Kel gestured to the open road. "Though with the late candlemark by all means, mind your steps weary travelers." Almost as an afterthought the tiefling added. "Of course, if you'd rather share camp for safety during the night, there is plenty of space here." Kel relaxed his stance. "Just an offer, should you continue on, do be careful."
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Road
As the wagon drew closer, the campfire allowed more detail of the two men. The darkned skin of the elf was not just shadows, he was a drow. Black hair, grayish skin, and sharp features. His companion had lighter brown hair that became a beard surrounding his face, and softer rounder features. A large bulb like nose was in the center of his face. His skin was grayish as well, though with a pinkish hue. Both men were dressed in simple commoner clothing, and the dark elf had a knife on his belt.
"My thanks, but at this point we just want to get home. We're on the homestretch, you could say." The elf pointed further down the road. "Our turnoff is just another 30 minutes or so, then straight to the homestead." The wagon went on, as he spoke, and the elf, gave a further nod to Kel, and to Ander as well, as they passed the party's camp.
Kel: 19
Ander: 7
Once the wagon passed though, right before the wagon left the light of the camp fire, it hit a bump. The shuffling of the vehicle, as it continued on, caused the rear flap of the wagon to move, and Kel saw two women, bound and gagged. They were sitting up, one had bruises covering the side of her face. She made eye contact with Kel, her eyes pleading, before it disappeared into the darkness.
Uthal speaks up in the darkness. "We're travellers coming from the city, following a friend. We were wondering if you had seen him from your vantage point up on this hill."
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The door creaked open, just wide enough for an eye and slit of a picture of the individual beyond it. It was a wrinkled face, and judging by what little one could see, and the ear in the view, it was evident that the speaker was a wood elf, an very aged one at that.
Spotting the wood elf, Atal elbows Anaeris forward to convince the man of their goodwill without an asking price. "We're not here to barter," he chimes in. "We just wanted to let you know we'd be making camp nearby, and ask about our missing friend."
Kel narrowed his gaze, his suspicions from the darkening of the light down the road had grown, almost cemented when the offer was refused considering what had just occurred in the city the previous night. To his luck, his armor was still on and his sword was in hand and Ser Ander was apparently a chevalier.
Approaching, Kel quietly spoke to Ser Ander rapidly. "Mount your horse and ride to block the wagon, there seem to be captives in the back. I will rush on foot. As you approach I will shout 'One of them has escaped' loudly. Let's see them explain this. I doubt they are transferring criminals."Kel made a gesture and touched his throat.
Ready Action(s): As Ser Ander approaches Shout (Voice Boomx3 Thaumaturgy) "One of them has escaped!" then charge to the back of the wagon.
Brought forward by Atal’s nudge, Anearis saluted the man. He was pleasantly surprised to meet another of his kind out here.
‘’Ai* friend! Apologies for disturbing you at such a late hour. We were hoping you could provide us information. Did you happen to see a lone rider on the road down there.’’ Anearis points at where the wagon would be. ‘’We believe he may have rode through here earlier today.’’
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Forest
The wood elf scoffed in response to Atal's and Anearis's questions regarding the rider earlier that day, and quickly slammed the door. From the other side of the now closed door, the party heard: "If you're not here to buy wares, please move along. You're scaring away customers."
Road
Ander: 20 ((Manipulation was caused by correcting bonus being put on Ander's animal handling))
As Ander charged forward on horseback, the only reference point was the faint glow from the wagon's lamp, some 40 feet away. A shadow passes in front of the lamp. Running the horse through the black of the night, closing in, nearly halfway from the camp fire (20 feet from the wagon), the horse lunges downward. And Ander is thrown from the horse, though suffers no injury. The horse is throwing up it's back feet, though its front legs seem planted firmly in place. Unfortunately, with the lack of light, it's not visible, as to why.
Anearis felt a little disconcerted. This was a poor choice of location to set up shop. Perhaps the old man was a little..confused. But he didn’t walk all this way for nothing and he would get an answer, positive or else. Maybe playing along would do the trick. Anearis raised his voice to try and catch the old man’s attention.
"Sir! You wish to trade? I will trade with you. How about I buy something from you and in exchange, you answer my question. Does that seem like a fair deal to you?"
Atal, being more of the worldly sort, simply lights up his hooded lantern to help guide the group through the dark.
20th Hour
Forest:
Uthal’s prayers to Selune produced no physical sign of being answered, but still felt confident regarding the general direction they were headed through the trees. Even though unable to see the smoke or lights from the hut, the group eventually found themselves walking up a gradual incline.
Atal’s light assisted with bringing some color to the immediate area around them, but being that all three were endowed with a gift of seeing in the dark, it did nothing to increase their field of vision through the trees. It did however spook a deer that sprang off into the woods, away from the group.
Road:
Handling the three horses and setting up a camp was not an overtaxing feat. As individuals who’ve travelled by themselves, it was more or less just a matter of going through the motions, and before long they were done.
Ander: 21
Kel: 2
It was Kel who noticed it first, and even at that, only just barely. Down the road, from the direction of Midgar, was a slow moving light, bouncing along the road. Still a considerable distance from them, after a minute or two, the light disappeared completely. And the two were left again in dark and silence.
Following Uthal, Anearis kept an eye open for tracks and footprints as they got near the hut. If someone was inside, they would surely have left some relatively fresh footprints in the ground, he thought.
Survival: 25
"Travelers on the road." Kel stated toward Ser Ander as he fed the fire before settling back in to his sharpening. "I suspect we might see them sometime in the night." Kel checked his blade, increasing the fire to a brighter hue for a moment with a gesture from his hands. Satisfied with the work he turned the blade over and let the fire return to its natural state. "I can take first watch, assuming your companions return we can alternate with them." he shrugged while the whetstone did its work "If they don't I will wake you for the second watch."
Kel paused in his work to remove a small cask from his gearbag, removing a cup from his mess kit. He poured himself a cup of the Tej and tasted it before setting it down. It's sweetness was pleasant and would serve as a distraction from his current thoughts in the hours to come. The cask was returned to its place in the gearbag for the next nights watch. Kel continued on with his work sharpening the greatsword.
Exitus Acta Probat
21st Hour
Forest:
Trudging along uphill, Uthal, Atal, and Anearis eventually break through the thick vegetation and find themselves. It was almost by sheer luck that they found the clearing, as they had begun climbing another hill before Anearis found some fresh tracks, leading to and from a stream. The tracks ultimately led to the clearing and directly towards the small house, in the middle. Originally thought to be a hut, from far away, the structure was more of a cabin, with an enclosed porch, and a small shed near by. Based on the tracks Anearis identified, they were likely less than an hour old, so the owner of them was likely still inside.
The smells coming from the cabin were overpowering: various flowers, herbs, and other scents, just filled the entire area.
Road:
"Hello there, friend! What is your name and business?" A voice called out from the darkness, in the same general direction of the earlier light on the road. The source of the voice though was still too far for the light of the camp fire to illuminate.
Kel narrowed his eyes for a moment, before standing, greatsword still in hand. He put his back to the fire and gave a moment for his eyes to pierce the darkness. He called out.
"I give you greetings this evening travelers! I am Kel Iscariuss, Hellheart of the Order of the Wall. I and those I am traveling with are simply taking a rest from the road." He gave a glance toward Ander. "Who is it that addresses me from beyond the circle of our cozy fire?"
Exitus Acta Probat
Uthal continues on to the house. If he reaches it he knocks as gently as he can on the door. Before he does he taps Atal on the shoulder, giving him Selune's blessing.
((Advantage on next initiative))
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Road
The voice in the night replied, "Forgive me for not lighting our lamp, you can never be too careful about who you meet on the road, at night."
A second voice chimed in, though as a converation ensued, none was necessarily directed towards Kel. "I'm lighting it. I can't see a damn thing." "Don't light it, we don't know their intentions yet. I can see them." "Well, not all of us have ****in' magic night sight." "It's not my fault you're a firbolg." "Don't start that again." “Should’ve just stayed in the forest.” Further words between the two were exchanged, but the speech was muffled and hushed for the most part. Eventually a lamp shine towards the campsight, hung from a hook on the front of a covered wagon. Pulled by a donkey, two men (one human and one elf) sat together on a bench obviously made for just one. The covered wagon had flaps down, skewing any view as to what may be inside.
"Sorry, friend. As I said, can't be too careful. I'm Jeb'Dyah Spreengfeeld. This is Shelbyvil Manhatin. We're just farmers headin' home. Got stuck in Midgar, with a broken axel. Not too much trouble, if we pass?" As the elf introduced himself and his companion, he held the reigns, nearly pulling them taught half a dozen times as he gestured as he spoke. His companion, with a sour face, simply sat there, silent and arms crossed.
Forest
Following Uthal's knock on the door, a gruff though weakened voice sounded from within, "Who's there?"
Kel chuckled to himself as the travelers exchanged words. He planted his greatsword in the ground and rested an arm across it as they came to a decision. He gave another glance to Ser Ander, shrugging with a shake of his head. As the speech was once again directed toward him, Kel refocused his attention.
"Not at all." Kel gestured to the open road. "Though with the late candlemark by all means, mind your steps weary travelers." Almost as an afterthought the tiefling added. "Of course, if you'd rather share camp for safety during the night, there is plenty of space here." Kel relaxed his stance. "Just an offer, should you continue on, do be careful."
Exitus Acta Probat
Road
As the wagon drew closer, the campfire allowed more detail of the two men. The darkned skin of the elf was not just shadows, he was a drow. Black hair, grayish skin, and sharp features. His companion had lighter brown hair that became a beard surrounding his face, and softer rounder features. A large bulb like nose was in the center of his face. His skin was grayish as well, though with a pinkish hue. Both men were dressed in simple commoner clothing, and the dark elf had a knife on his belt.
"My thanks, but at this point we just want to get home. We're on the homestretch, you could say." The elf pointed further down the road. "Our turnoff is just another 30 minutes or so, then straight to the homestead." The wagon went on, as he spoke, and the elf, gave a further nod to Kel, and to Ander as well, as they passed the party's camp.
Kel: 19
Ander: 7
Once the wagon passed though, right before the wagon left the light of the camp fire, it hit a bump. The shuffling of the vehicle, as it continued on, caused the rear flap of the wagon to move, and Kel saw two women, bound and gagged. They were sitting up, one had bruises covering the side of her face. She made eye contact with Kel, her eyes pleading, before it disappeared into the darkness.
Uthal speaks up in the darkness. "We're travellers coming from the city, following a friend. We were wondering if you had seen him from your vantage point up on this hill."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Forest
"Travelers? from the city?"
The door creaked open, just wide enough for an eye and slit of a picture of the individual beyond it. It was a wrinkled face, and judging by what little one could see, and the ear in the view, it was evident that the speaker was a wood elf, an very aged one at that.
"You have money or bartering goods?"
Spotting the wood elf, Atal elbows Anaeris forward to convince the man of their goodwill without an asking price. "We're not here to barter," he chimes in. "We just wanted to let you know we'd be making camp nearby, and ask about our missing friend."
Kel narrowed his gaze, his suspicions from the darkening of the light down the road had grown, almost cemented when the offer was refused considering what had just occurred in the city the previous night. To his luck, his armor was still on and his sword was in hand and Ser Ander was apparently a chevalier.
Approaching, Kel quietly spoke to Ser Ander rapidly. "Mount your horse and ride to block the wagon, there seem to be captives in the back. I will rush on foot. As you approach I will shout 'One of them has escaped' loudly. Let's see them explain this. I doubt they are transferring criminals." Kel made a gesture and touched his throat.
Ready Action(s): As Ser Ander approaches Shout (Voice Boomx3 Thaumaturgy) "One of them has escaped!" then charge to the back of the wagon.
Exitus Acta Probat
”Don’t see why we shouldn’t just confront ‘em straight up, but I suppose this’ll do.”
Ander saddles up and spurs his steed on a course to intercept, lance in hand.
Brought forward by Atal’s nudge, Anearis saluted the man. He was pleasantly surprised to meet another of his kind out here.
‘’Ai* friend! Apologies for disturbing you at such a late hour. We were hoping you could provide us information. Did you happen to see a lone rider on the road down there.’’ Anearis points at where the wagon would be. ‘’We believe he may have rode through here earlier today.’’
Forest
The wood elf scoffed in response to Atal's and Anearis's questions regarding the rider earlier that day, and quickly slammed the door. From the other side of the now closed door, the party heard: "If you're not here to buy wares, please move along. You're scaring away customers."
Road
Ander: 20 ((Manipulation was caused by correcting bonus being put on Ander's animal handling))
As Ander charged forward on horseback, the only reference point was the faint glow from the wagon's lamp, some 40 feet away. A shadow passes in front of the lamp. Running the horse through the black of the night, closing in, nearly halfway from the camp fire (20 feet from the wagon), the horse lunges downward. And Ander is thrown from the horse, though suffers no injury. The horse is throwing up it's back feet, though its front legs seem planted firmly in place. Unfortunately, with the lack of light, it's not visible, as to why.
The pace of the wagon picks up, noticeably.
Uthal looks around for a second. "What customers? It's nighttime you old fool." He then waves a hand a starts back down the hill to the wagon.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Anearis felt a little disconcerted. This was a poor choice of location to set up shop. Perhaps the old man was a little..confused. But he didn’t walk all this way for nothing and he would get an answer, positive or else. Maybe playing along would do the trick. Anearis raised his voice to try and catch the old man’s attention.
"Sir! You wish to trade? I will trade with you. How about I buy something from you and in exchange, you answer my question. Does that seem like a fair deal to you?"
”Damn you, beast.”
Ander finds himself once again missing his old horse. He tries to figure out the source of the problem.
Perception: 11