Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Hatch went up with the others as well after giving thanks to Liam the skeleton.
Tom awkwardly laughs at the skeleton's joke, would also thank Liam, and then head up following the directions looking for Madame Girior.
"Well... this way lads!"
The stairs led up up to a large open area dominated by a large dining table piled with empty wine bottles, a large hookah pipe and an assortment of vials of powder spilled across it. Items of clothing are thrown across the floor and other surfaces.
As you enter there is a heady herbal smell in the air and a loud chime sounds, after a few moments the door nearest opens and a rather dishevelled looking Girior enters holding a robe awkwardly around her, through the doorway behind her can be seen a small number of older bearded men in various states of unconcious undress.
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" Good Morning.....Afternoon?...., Gentlemen."
" How may we of the Tower serve?"
"Well lads looks like she had quite the party here!!" Tom laughs out loud. Out of sheer curiosity, Tom will quickly inspect the powder to see if he knows what it is. Investigation 9. Same with the herbal smells.
When Girior greets the party, Tom would awkwardly grin, hide back his laugh, and say "Ahem... greetings, Ma'am! My deepest apologies for disturbing you on this fine day. We just wanted to make you aware that we will be leaving town for a day or two... but not to worry, we shall return. You have my word, Ma'am. If my comrades here don't have anything else to add, we will leave you to your.... men."
Tom smiles at her, bows slightly and leaves.
" My colleagues.", Girior said with mild correction.
Tom is not 100% sure what most of the powders are but at least two of them seem to be some sort of dried and powdered fungus of a reddish and blue colour respectively.
"Lucky colleagues," Hatch said, the tiefling as sincere as ever. He thought maybe he should loosen up more, but now didn't seem the time.
"We have taken a request to procure some truthstone for a cyclops blacksmith. We have a thousand gold to compensate the dwarves for a small sample," he said, informing her of why they were leaving.
" Steropes? Uh...Cy? Truthstone...Truestone? And where are you finding Truestone?", she said, her eyes clearing suddenly.
She went to a locked black box and quickly searched through it pulling out a diamond the size of her thumb.
" If you can get me a similar piece. I can brew half a dozen healing potions while your gone."
"We are heading there anyway." Brocc says with a shrug. "We'll see if we can find any of this curious material to bring back for you and the smith." He would accept the diamond if she is offering it to the group, assuming it is meant to be left behind with the gold for the dwarfs.
"If we can compensate the dwarves for what little we take, we'd be glad to procure you a piece too," Hatch said.
" Excellent..the diamond to the dwarves in exchange for the piece...I'll see you when you return."
She hesitated for a moment at the bedroom door, "Unless any of you wanted to join us?"
She bundled the robe back around herself and headed back into the bed chamber.
" Liam will see you out."
"Well, we're going there anyway, so what the hell!"
Thom is definitely happy to help out Girior as he watches Hatch and Brocc finish up the details.
Thom hesitates on the way out about Girior's offer to join them, he raises and eye brow, smiles at her, then leaves. "Another time, maybe."
Tom would joke a bit to the guys about Girior and then head out of the tower. "Shall we start our trek to the mine? Shouldn't be too hard to find I reckon?"
"That is a nice offer, but daylight is burning." Brocc would say as the offer to join her was given. He would leave the tower with the others and be prepared to head out to find this mine.
"Well we're in no hurry or deadline so I don't see why not," Hatch said at Girior's offer but then everyone else was saying no and heading out. "Really? Aw, come on! Damn..."
Not one to hold everyone up he reluctantly followed them out the tower.
"Just saying, she's totally my type..."
Hatch would lead the navigating to the smarter members of the group.
Heading north you soon come to the gates of Chalice where a human man in his 50s is speaking with a group of Man-Orcs in the livery of the Chalice Guards.
" Yes, Commander Morval.", the stocky guards salute and head off on their patrol as you pass.
Heading north out the gate you know the Moonstone hills, ‚a tortuous labyrinth of gullies and heights, prone to strange mists and haunted by wandering spirits, lie to the Northeast via the Lowland Gap and you follow the rough trail as it ascends.
What you all know: The Moonstone Hills are an area of uplands that stretches for many miles to the east of Darkwood Forest and to the north of Trolltooth Pass. Hidden somewhere within these lonely hills about a day’s ride northeast from ‚where the Silver River flows out on to the Windward Plain towards Chalice is the fabled Lost Lake. For a century the skeleton of Kull sailed a raft on this lake, clutching the necromancer Razaak’s sword, awaiting release from his curse but Razaak is now destroyed or so the tavern rumours go. Dead or not, Razaak’s lair is also hidden somewhere in the southeast of the Moonstone Hills, about a day’s journey from the Flatlands.
The Moonstones play host to all manner of humanoid creatures such as tribes of Orcs and Goblins, but also to stranger creatures such as Chameleonites, Wild Elves and others. In the small, overgrown woodland spinneys tales say there lurk Black Fairies and Wood Demons.
Prospectors brave the dangers of the hills, drawn by promises of gold deposits. The many streams are said to run yellow with gold, and techniques such as panning and sluicing are employed by these lonesome pioneers in search of this valuable metal.
After a few hours you are among the hills on the southern edge of the Moonstones and it is getting late in the afternoon, from the rough trail you are walking you can see a number of wooded hollows, a rocky depression and a fast flowing stream which you assume will join the Silver River once it leaves the hills.
A decision will need to be made soon whether to continue on or make camp for the night.
Rufus notes the position of the sun. He calls to his comrades, "We should be looking for a good defensible camp site. Will we have a fire or will it be rations tonight, lads?" Rufus keeps his eyes out for either a good camp site or small game.
Perception: 16
Survival: 10
"I'd suggest rations." Brocc says, thinking of the many stories he has heard of this place. "But a good campsite is essential."
"Nonsense Brocc! Let us have a fire and enjoy the offerings of the forest!" Tom says this kind of naively not worried about if they might get ambushed or something because of the fire. He was a hunter back home and his Natural Explorer trait gives him twice as much food as he normally would find/hunt as well as remains very alert to danger while doing so. In forests.
Survival 18
Tom would also be happy to take the night watch: Perception 8
Rufus and Tom manage to rustle up some wild onions, mushrooms and greens to extend the rations, though Tom does find some human looking footprints near the stream indicating that there may be someone else nearby.
After a meal and settling in Tom sits watch, a few hours into his watch his keen eyes pick up six figures moving through the trees near the camp.....
"Guys... I think we may have company." Tom says to the others as he points to the figures in the trees. He would wake the others up if they were sleeping.
Rufus rolls to his feet, his diminutive size a boon in this situation. He takes the opportunity to conceal himself behind Hatch's form.
Stealth: 19
<OOC: Let's try that again?! Not sure why the 1st roll didn't work. Odd.>
Stealth: 17