Allansia Wildlands Campaign.

The Kings eyes flickered warily from Banzo to Zeltheris to Brocc and he ground his teeth for some time.

He rose from his throne and turned towards the sub-chiefs, "  So, we are all agreed that the crown was not stolen, correct? Correct?"

There were a lot of mumbles and head nods.

" It was misplaced, and damaged but has been recovered and we will now reforge it into a true crown of our people, one in which the Skycallers will pour many blessings of much greater power than the pitiful blessings given to the original by outsiders."

There was a fairly large amount of fear shown by the two priests in attendance but they nonetheless nodded and bowed then rushed off with panicked expressions.

" You may go now, outsiders. Do not return."

" Let it be known that anyone having truck with the Fay from this day on will be staked out and fed to the griffins. Am I understood?"

Herman is perplex but all in all happy

Addressing to the others:

Well, everybody's happy, it seems, good thoughts!

and then whispering

we can leave this shithole, we have not earned a damn coin

Shalana's circuitry is confused.

Zeltheris gives the others a disapproving look, "I think I'll leave those comments out of your saga. After all, didn't you accept the quest in order to save the lives of the hill tribes,  not to earn coin from bloodthirsty griffin riders?"

You are right, Zeltheris, we are heroes and not mercenaries. Still, starving heroes will do no good to anyone. Anyway, we should get back to the hill tribes and say that they are out of danger, let's just hope they will be more grateful...

The Heroes of Chalice paused once far enough away and considered their next move; Hill Folk, Healer or some other endeavour.

Hatchs mind did drift back to that peculiar hill he had seen once or twice...

in order to decide:

- I don't remember how many days to get back to the hill tribe first village?

- is the healer (in theory) closer to that village or to where we are at the moment?

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in order to decide:

- I don't remember how many days to get back to the hill tribe first village?

- is the healer (in theory) closer to that village or to where we are at the moment?

(( Its a couple of days back to the village depending on your pace.   The Healer is to the north of here....your not sure exactly where but if the halflings knew of him it can't be too far)).

Zeltheris gestures grandly, "The deed is the important part, not the reward. Onward to the Healer!"

"Remember though, we were told not to go near the healer unless we truly needed their healing." Brocc points out. "I would much prefer to put that off until we need their services. We can check back in with the hillfolk, or check out that strange hill around these parts somewhere."

Brocc glances to Hatch. "Do you recall where you spotted that hill before?"

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"I remember you mentioning it at least twice. Maybe if we all keep an eye out for peculiar caves we'll find it."

Banzo scouts ahead with his fish hawk familiar and even takes a bird's eye view of their surroundings.

Perception: 22 

Banzos familiar climbed high into the sky spotting a number of things that were referred through their connection to Banzo- to the east a half days journey was the angular hill Hatch and Herman had seen, somewhat closer a male human was walking alone across the hills coming from the north-west.

 Garet trudged relentleslessly onward placing one foot in front of the other, he had lost track of the time since he had left Master Ty Kora, the healer. In hindsight he probably wasn't fully recovered but he just wanted to get back on the road to find some measure of civilisation. 

He'd heard scuttlebutt in Port Blacksand about work being plentiful in Chalice for gentlemen of fortune, so he was keen to make his way there, but after the attack on the caravan he was woefully under provisioned without even bedroll or tent, so was looking a bit worse for wear after spending so much time outdoors.

A flash caught Garets eye, a Sea Osprey he thought recognising it from his time on the waves you don't get that many of those this far inland.

Garet continued to trudge onwards his curiosity peaked, and  his hand drifted unconsciously the rapier, buckled to his waist.

OOC @DM let me know if you need any rolls for the perception of the bird or whether I'd be able to perceive the players yet.

Shalana clanks forward, sparking ever so slightly.

Herman looks in that direction as well

"looks alone, doesn't he or she? Better if not looking for troubles. Well, we'd better check it out.." 

Zeltheris grins and begins to play a gentle quiet melody, "Perhaps a traveler in need of our wonderous aid, or a tortured soul looking for vengeance or justice, or even an immortal wandering the lands as a mortal to learn the ways of mortals again. Whichever the case, I'm sure it will make a good addition to your ballad."

The companions head towards the lone wanderer following the guidance of Banzos familiar and soon spot him moving through a shallow valley some short distance away.  

Garet looks up to a nearby hill as he sees the raptor descend and land on a most unusual shoulder.  The group of individuals he sees are most varied indeed; A large man with signs of heritage from The Pit, a gnome mounted on some form of mechanical spider, another construct but this one is a lithe humanoid form, a barbarian of somewhat local ancestry, a well dressed man with some elven ancestry and a humanoid turtle which brings to mind sailors tales of the mythical Chelonians of the southern seas.

Logaans eyes Garet thought as his eyes settled on the varied collection of individuals arrayed on the hill, but his time in Port Blacksand and at sea had meant that he had spent more than his fair share amongst varied company.

He mind particular returned to a tale that Captain Roberts told about constructs near Rimon off the Gulf of Shamuz, one a representative of pure evil the other of pure good. He demised the tale as pure fantasy.

He made his way further towards them closing the distance to until he was within distance where they could hear him effectively.

"Greetings travelers, my name is Garet Jade, bound for Chalice in the hopes of adventure, what brings yourselves to this God forsaken spot of Allansia?"

Garet keeps his tone upbeat and friendly and hopes to have found some people that can actually help him but in the back of his mind stirs the memory of the Orc ambush and the whispers of the long dead Baron Valentis are never too far from his thoughts.

 "Godforsaken, is Shalana's assignment to spread the news of the Ascended One futile?" buzzes the construct. It reaches into a small compartment but produces nothing. "THE PAMPHLETS!"

Brocc nudges his spider mount forward, eyeing the traveler for a bit. Once he has made sure there is no trap awaiting them, he would move forward to meet this traveler. "Well met, if you are friend and not foe." He says with a nod, his lance still held in its harness at the side of the spider-mount. "Your looking for adventure then? Well, seems like you found the right group for that..." he chuckles as he glances to the others.