Noah takes a deep breath, relieved to have reached the top of the plateau. He glances around, before fixating on the yurt, considering their next course of action. He still looks quite roughed up from the fight, even if his wounds have been sealed by Ryona. Knowing Jarnick and Malfearance may not reach the top for a spell, Noah turns to three others.
"While Mr. Scaevola seems to be in a good mood, I'd suggest we wait for the others and then enter cautiously. First impressions are everything, and I'd like to make a sufficiently positive one with a dragonborn."
Falenas stretches his arms and cleans the sweat from his brow as he gets to the top. Still breathing heavily he listens to Noah. "I agree, I think also that it would be wise to let you lead the conversation. I have no doubts you'll reach to him".
Taking out her rope, Ryona lets one end down for Jarnick and Maelfearance to use, bracing herself to catch them with her pack set down. To prevent slack, she continually pulls lightly as they ascend.
Should anyone help her, and Jarnick or Maelfearance tie themselves with the rope, she'll instead simply pull them up one at a time. Able to lift both of them combined on her own with equipment, the aid would simply ensure she doesn't tire in the process.
"Is it dinner time already? No, we've had plenty to eat today already. Maybe a snack, though... Mmf. That's just my stomach talking."
Jarnick falls down proned beside Maelfearance, he gasps in pain as his suffered quite a bit today, "Hey..." he looks at Maelfearance awkwardly and gets up holding his back.
With a rope set, the last of the party completes the treacherous climb.
On this first step of the Staircase Cliffs, the wind roars over your body, billowing your cloaks and sweeping your hair in chaotic patterns. Standing downwind of the yurt, you smell a delightful meal coming from the cozy home and hear a deep baritone voice half-singing and half-shouting the words to some forgotten drinking song.
“We should take a moment, gather ourselves before approaching,” Maelfearance suggests. Not a short rest (he suspects our host is waiting for us) but the climb and combat got most of us disheveled. We should shevel ourselves back up.
Are the ropes tied to pitons or anything? Or just us holding them for each other? If tied to whatever then we should pull them up just in case anyone else comes behind us. But leave them tied so we can hurriedly descend if need be...
((I think the unseen servant dropped Jarnick's hammer and rope at the bottom, but no pitons were pulled out))
Coiling up her rope to stow it again, Ryona looks to Noah, pressing against the wind and turning her face away from it. "Seems fitting that you speak for us, at least before introductions." She looks him over, narrowing her eyes as the air sweeps her hair. Approaching, she puts a hand on his back and gives a little rub.
Noah takes some time as the group is discussing to tidy himself up, running his fingers through his hair and washing his face with water from his canteen. After taking a swig, he tries to scrub some of the mud off his tunic to no avail. Assuming that Scaevola will be too vehemently bothered by this, he nods to Ryona. "Alright. I suppose you all can wait here while I do the talking, try to freshen up a bit? Just to be polite."
If nobody objects to this, Noah approaches the door to the yurt, enjoying the smells and sounds of merriment coming from within. He gives a short but steady knock, whistling patiently.
Noah raises his hand to knock, but before his knuckles strike the door, it flies open. A blue-scaled dragonborn standing 7 feet tall with a greataxe strapped across his back and a muscular frame wrapped in animal skins gives an ear-to-ear smile showing off his fine set of bestial teeth. "Well, come on in then. That climb is draining, and the wind is cold. I've got plenty of rabbit stew to share, if you've got good stories."
Ryona makes a toothy smile. The dragonborn's disposition couldn't have been more welcoming even if he had done a twirl with song. With the mere greeting, all apprehension Ryona held evaporates. This surely is a friend of the Master! She pushes up behind Noah, speaking after he responds. Her eagerness to meet him, now that she has seen him, is childlike.
"A few stories, I hope, to be worthy of your stew by the smell of it. Have you heard the tale of Mikail and the Moonlit King? Mm, your welcome reminds me of it so. I'm Ryona Westfellow of the Margreve. Thank you for the invitation- Scaevola?"
'Stories, I'm not good at telling stories, and I don't want to inadvertently insult him.' Yevele fretted as she trailed behind the group heading into the yurt. But, the food did smell very good. Nodding at the dragonborn, the monk quietly said "Thank you for your hospitality Sir."
Maelfearance will reluctantly enter, staying to the back of the group. He nods a greeting to his host and then tries to blend into the background, eyes scanning the dwelling as he listened to the goings on.
Noah stands frozen momentarily, his knuckles still poised to knock. His demeanor quickly softens, however, as the rest of the group makes their introductions. When he has a chance to make his own entrance, he will do so, shuffling in behind Ryona. "Well met, Mr. Scaevola. Noah Rostron, at your service." He makes a short and somewhat theatrical bow, before seating himself wherever he can to observe the other's introductions, just generally reading the room before continuing.
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"A pleasure to meet you, Ryona and Noah; and the rest of you. Come in, please, have a seat. You look...bandaged. I didn't think the climb was that intense, are you all alright?" The dragonborn motions you toward the fur-covered floor of the yurt, pouring each of you a bowl of stew.
"You have the right of it. Alcaeus Scaevola, at your service. Not that I had my doubts, but anyone who has heard the tales of Mikail and his ails with ales is welcome. What brings you all here today, risking such a climb to see little old me? Well...not that I'm little or old, mind you, but you catch my meaning," Scaevola asks.
Ryona remains silent for a moment with the expectation that Noah will represent them, but if he seems hesitant:
Ryona looks to Noah, and upon reading his expression, turns back to Alcaeus. "I suppose you've caught on that it isn't a little issue that brings us. First, you should know that we are Elaria Feywing's latest graduates! It is a great pride for me. So, why we're here? She gave us instruction to collect three tablets. As graduates... though... well. You see. She... ah..."Her lip trembles visibly, and she bites it softly as she looks down, her eyes wetting. Her symbol of Tyr slides across her armor as she sways a little. "I mean, she left us instructions as her final graduates..."
" Elaria Feywing has passed," Maelfearance interjects when Ryona seems to ramble around the subject. "We're sorry to break the news to you, if you had not heard already. And of course sorry for the loss of your friend. As my young friend says, we were her last class of students. After the services were held a solicitor summoned us for a reading of the Master's last wishes. We are to collect three tablets, as mentioned, and our only direction to such was... a riddle, for lack of a bette term. One part of which described the Master making the climb we just did to visit her friend... You... So we have retraced her steps in the hopes that you could perhaps shed some light on the matter of this tablet..."
Maelfearance trails off, allowing Scaevola (or another party member) to pick up the dialogue...
Noah remains uncharacteristically reserved, tensed partially by the previous combat and partially by his failure to read the dragonborn. He accepts the stew, sniffing it slightly. His appetite gets the better of him, and he eats slowly as Malfearance takes his place in speaking with Scaevola. He nods as Malfearance speaks, only adding: "Any help would be greatly appreciated, and I'm sure we would not be against completing some task at your behest in exchange for information. I doubt this will be necessary, though - you seem like the hospitable sort, especially when it comes to Elaria's last wishes."
Noah maintains a level tone, talking politely yet matter-of-factually.
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Falenas smiles as the group is speaking, after the fight and the climb, a nice stew is welcome. As the others are handling the conversation well, he'll try to read the dragonborn's intentions. Does he look friendly enough to help us or is he looking for something in return?
Yevele also accepts a bowl of stew from Alceaus and sits quietly while the others talk with the dragonborn and let him know why they are there. She will concentrate on eating her stew unless there is a need for her to enter the conversation.
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Noah takes a deep breath, relieved to have reached the top of the plateau. He glances around, before fixating on the yurt, considering their next course of action. He still looks quite roughed up from the fight, even if his wounds have been sealed by Ryona. Knowing Jarnick and Malfearance may not reach the top for a spell, Noah turns to three others.
"While Mr. Scaevola seems to be in a good mood, I'd suggest we wait for the others and then enter cautiously. First impressions are everything, and I'd like to make a sufficiently positive one with a dragonborn."
Falenas stretches his arms and cleans the sweat from his brow as he gets to the top. Still breathing heavily he listens to Noah. "I agree, I think also that it would be wise to let you lead the conversation. I have no doubts you'll reach to him".
Taking out her rope, Ryona lets one end down for Jarnick and Maelfearance to use, bracing herself to catch them with her pack set down. To prevent slack, she continually pulls lightly as they ascend.
Should anyone help her, and Jarnick or Maelfearance tie themselves with the rope, she'll instead simply pull them up one at a time. Able to lift both of them combined on her own with equipment, the aid would simply ensure she doesn't tire in the process.
"Is it dinner time already? No, we've had plenty to eat today already. Maybe a snack, though... Mmf. That's just my stomach talking."
Yevele will help Ryona pull the rope up with Jarnick and/or Maelfearance attached.
Once they are all up on the top ledge, the young monk will be more than happy to let someone else do the initial talking with the dragonborn.
Jarnick falls down proned beside Maelfearance, he gasps in pain as his suffered quite a bit today, "Hey..." he looks at Maelfearance awkwardly and gets up holding his back.
He'll use the help of the others to go up.
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With a rope set, the last of the party completes the treacherous climb.
On this first step of the Staircase Cliffs, the wind roars over your body, billowing your cloaks and sweeping your hair in chaotic patterns. Standing downwind of the yurt, you smell a delightful meal coming from the cozy home and hear a deep baritone voice half-singing and half-shouting the words to some forgotten drinking song.
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“We should take a moment, gather ourselves before approaching,” Maelfearance suggests. Not a short rest (he suspects our host is waiting for us) but the climb and combat got most of us disheveled. We should shevel ourselves back up.
Are the ropes tied to pitons or anything? Or just us holding them for each other? If tied to whatever then we should pull them up just in case anyone else comes behind us. But leave them tied so we can hurriedly descend if need be...
((I think the unseen servant dropped Jarnick's hammer and rope at the bottom, but no pitons were pulled out))
Coiling up her rope to stow it again, Ryona looks to Noah, pressing against the wind and turning her face away from it. "Seems fitting that you speak for us, at least before introductions." She looks him over, narrowing her eyes as the air sweeps her hair. Approaching, she puts a hand on his back and gives a little rub.
Noah takes some time as the group is discussing to tidy himself up, running his fingers through his hair and washing his face with water from his canteen. After taking a swig, he tries to scrub some of the mud off his tunic to no avail. Assuming that Scaevola will be too vehemently bothered by this, he nods to Ryona. "Alright. I suppose you all can wait here while I do the talking, try to freshen up a bit? Just to be polite."
If nobody objects to this, Noah approaches the door to the yurt, enjoying the smells and sounds of merriment coming from within. He gives a short but steady knock, whistling patiently.
Noah raises his hand to knock, but before his knuckles strike the door, it flies open. A blue-scaled dragonborn standing 7 feet tall with a greataxe strapped across his back and a muscular frame wrapped in animal skins gives an ear-to-ear smile showing off his fine set of bestial teeth. "Well, come on in then. That climb is draining, and the wind is cold. I've got plenty of rabbit stew to share, if you've got good stories."
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Ryona makes a toothy smile. The dragonborn's disposition couldn't have been more welcoming even if he had done a twirl with song. With the mere greeting, all apprehension Ryona held evaporates. This surely is a friend of the Master! She pushes up behind Noah, speaking after he responds. Her eagerness to meet him, now that she has seen him, is childlike.
"A few stories, I hope, to be worthy of your stew by the smell of it. Have you heard the tale of Mikail and the Moonlit King? Mm, your welcome reminds me of it so. I'm Ryona Westfellow of the Margreve. Thank you for the invitation- Scaevola?"
'Stories, I'm not good at telling stories, and I don't want to inadvertently insult him.' Yevele fretted as she trailed behind the group heading into the yurt. But, the food did smell very good. Nodding at the dragonborn, the monk quietly said "Thank you for your hospitality Sir."
Maelfearance will reluctantly enter, staying to the back of the group. He nods a greeting to his host and then tries to blend into the background, eyes scanning the dwelling as he listened to the goings on.
Noah stands frozen momentarily, his knuckles still poised to knock. His demeanor quickly softens, however, as the rest of the group makes their introductions. When he has a chance to make his own entrance, he will do so, shuffling in behind Ryona. "Well met, Mr. Scaevola. Noah Rostron, at your service." He makes a short and somewhat theatrical bow, before seating himself wherever he can to observe the other's introductions, just generally reading the room before continuing.
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"A pleasure to meet you, Ryona and Noah; and the rest of you. Come in, please, have a seat. You look...bandaged. I didn't think the climb was that intense, are you all alright?" The dragonborn motions you toward the fur-covered floor of the yurt, pouring each of you a bowl of stew.
"You have the right of it. Alcaeus Scaevola, at your service. Not that I had my doubts, but anyone who has heard the tales of Mikail and his ails with ales is welcome. What brings you all here today, risking such a climb to see little old me? Well...not that I'm little or old, mind you, but you catch my meaning," Scaevola asks.
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This dragonborn is tough for you to read.
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Ryona remains silent for a moment with the expectation that Noah will represent them, but if he seems hesitant:
Ryona looks to Noah, and upon reading his expression, turns back to Alcaeus. "I suppose you've caught on that it isn't a little issue that brings us. First, you should know that we are Elaria Feywing's latest graduates! It is a great pride for me. So, why we're here? She gave us instruction to collect three tablets. As graduates... though... well. You see. She... ah..." Her lip trembles visibly, and she bites it softly as she looks down, her eyes wetting. Her symbol of Tyr slides across her armor as she sways a little. "I mean, she left us instructions as her final graduates..."
" Elaria Feywing has passed," Maelfearance interjects when Ryona seems to ramble around the subject. "We're sorry to break the news to you, if you had not heard already. And of course sorry for the loss of your friend. As my young friend says, we were her last class of students. After the services were held a solicitor summoned us for a reading of the Master's last wishes. We are to collect three tablets, as mentioned, and our only direction to such was... a riddle, for lack of a bette term. One part of which described the Master making the climb we just did to visit her friend... You... So we have retraced her steps in the hopes that you could perhaps shed some light on the matter of this tablet..."
Maelfearance trails off, allowing Scaevola (or another party member) to pick up the dialogue...
Noah remains uncharacteristically reserved, tensed partially by the previous combat and partially by his failure to read the dragonborn. He accepts the stew, sniffing it slightly. His appetite gets the better of him, and he eats slowly as Malfearance takes his place in speaking with Scaevola. He nods as Malfearance speaks, only adding: "Any help would be greatly appreciated, and I'm sure we would not be against completing some task at your behest in exchange for information. I doubt this will be necessary, though - you seem like the hospitable sort, especially when it comes to Elaria's last wishes."
Noah maintains a level tone, talking politely yet matter-of-factually.
Falenas smiles as the group is speaking, after the fight and the climb, a nice stew is welcome. As the others are handling the conversation well, he'll try to read the dragonborn's intentions. Does he look friendly enough to help us or is he looking for something in return?
Insight: 16
Yevele also accepts a bowl of stew from Alceaus and sits quietly while the others talk with the dragonborn and let him know why they are there. She will concentrate on eating her stew unless there is a need for her to enter the conversation.