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Alcaeus's hand lingers on Jarnick's shoulder as he hands the halfling his stew, muttering the incantation to a friendly spell that recovers 10 of his hit points. The scrapes taken from his fall heal quickly, as does the lingering pain of the snake's poison.
The dragonborn sits calmly alongside the rest of you. The yurt, full of boisterous song only a moment ago, is now silent aside from the sounds of eating. "Aye, Elaria left me three tiles. I had hoped this day would not come so soon," he says. He chuckles when Noah suggests working for the tiles, more of a snort for the dragonborn which releases enough electricity from his breath for a couple of sparks to be created in the air. "No, no task. Just...stories. Tell me, each of you, of a moment you had with Elaria that you believe truly defined whom The Master was," he says, waiting.
For Falenas:
Alcaeus is devastated. The moment the tiles were mentioned, sadness hit him like a brick. He clearly held Elaria in very high regard, and it seems unlikely that he would not respect her last wishes.
Seated, Ryona looks at her helping of the stew, having a couple hearty sips before setting it down. Keeping her tone down, she kept steady in her voice.
"Elaria didn't just make a place to study. She created and kept a home. To her, we weren't soldiers in training to save the world... we were children on a dangerous path. She gave us a place where we could gather and grow together. Elaria said we were among her best. And she told us what made us different- we learned to work as a team. To help each other." She looks to the others, a little longer to Noah and Maelfearance. "We might not operate as one, but we did come to be closer and come to care for each other. She seemed satisfied to see to our graduation and to give us her home, as though we were the realization of her dream."
She trembles a bit, but then stands. "I once asked her why she was content to live that way, as a sole master of a small school at the fringes of society. At first, I thought that I might have overstepped myself, but she saw right through me and said she didn't mind. Elaria told me... something like this: I've seen many adventurers in my time, and so too have I seen heroes. All with their own goals, diverged, intersecting, ending. You have before you a path that may seem lonely, but I see it differently. There are many adventurers like you. I know what makes a hero. That's what I make, here. It is not strength or wisdom, knowledge or nimbleness, toughness or willpower. It is kinship and bravery. It is rising up to protect what you care for. To live with all the might you can in the name of hope. I pray that I might be a hero for you and the others. I believe in you."
She tears up again. "Elaria Feywing was as true a hero as any legend."
Noah leans back momentarily, closing his eyes. He visualizes the elegant halls of the manor, the warm laughter of Elaria. He smiles - a story was something that he could deliver in full.
He opens his eyes. "Elaria cultivated a kind of effortless camaraderie between us. It eluded background and pretext, previous strife or prosperity. She saw the potential in all of us and drove us to achieve it - I just hope that she is looking over us now with pride. If she died at peace, then I see no need to cloud her memory with grief. I remember one night, I was up late studying in the great hall, searching through various texts obsessively for some arcane morsel by dim candlelight. At some point, Master Feywing awoke and passed through the hall, noticing me at the end of the grand table rather quickly with her superior vision. Even in her age, she was keen in all of her senses, never to be dulled by something as inevitable as time."
Noah pauses, organizing his words in his mind. "We were soon deep in conversation, and even though my memory can only grasp some of the finer details, I remember what she said in closing - our studies here will not last forever, and when she leaves us to the world, we will be prepared. We are not to look back, for the comforts of the past bring only inaction to the present." He grins vaguely, the scars of the previous battle seeming distant from his warm expression. "My impression of her makes it sound like a militaristic sentiment, but something about it felt. . . motherly."
As Malfearance starts to speak, he wanders around the room looking at everything except the people.
"The moon hung heavy in the sky and it was the first really chilly night of the season's change. The Master found me out walking in the woods, talking with my wife. The Master asked a few questions about how I thought the training was going so far and the like. After a bit she drew out from me that I feared that I wasn't able to keep up with the rest of you," Maelfearance says, glancing around at the other briefly, then once again examining the walls and such as he moved around the yurt.
"'Do you think it's for your physical prowess that I recruited you?" Elaria Feywing asked me. 'Do you think I expect you to be shouldering open dungeon doors and challenging orcs to fisticuffs?' I was grateful of the darkness for I fear I may have blushed. The Master spoke at lengths about the need everyone has for a team, be they launching out on an adventure or building a civilization. 'No man is everything, Maelfearance. And only a fool tries to be.'"
"'You do have some fool in you,' my wife chimed in. 'Remember our wedding night when you insisted on carrying me through the door? You banged my head against the frame and then almost tripped and spilled us both!" I laughed at the memory..."
"'You find my words funny?' The Master inquired gently. I assured her that it wasn't her words. I told her my wife had just reminded my of my foolishness... "Ah. I see," The Master said, I believed a bit dismissively. I was a bit harsh, I fear. Another sign of my foolishness. I accused the Master of not believing me, of thinking I was delusional... Or a fraud."
"'Does it matter?' She inquired. 'Does your belief change based upon mine?' I was speechless. I of course know what many think of me, of their doubts, fears even from some... And it had always bothered me. At least on some level. Who doesn't want to be believed? To be trusted? Should it matter? Perhaps not... But if we are honest to ourselves we must admit, at least to some extent, it does. I said nothing and eventually the Master started to depart. But not without a parting comment...."
""Tell her it's a lovely necklace,' She said as she walked away. 'The jade really matches her eyes.'"
"I'd have though perhaps she was pandering to me... Or making a jest... But that was exactly the reason I had purchased it for her."
Alcaeus stares intently at Ryona, then Noah, then Maelfearance, imbibing each story quietly, before nodding and speaking his own.
"The Staircase Cliffs are a dangerous climb. Imagine my surprise when I answered a knock one day to find an elderly elf standing before me. Of course, I knew who it was at once...who in the Merriam Vale does not know The Master? We talked for hours, swapping tales just as we are now. Most of hers centered around her students, her hopes for their progress, her worries for their stress. When it grew dark, I questioned - 'why are you here? I possess strength, sure, but I am no adventurer. My yurt has been my home for many years, and I would be happy to spend my last breaths taking in this same view'. I will never forget her look of annoyance. If she had a cane, I am sure she would have rapped me with it."
"She shook her head and said, 'I am not here to recruit you, you fool, I am here to befriend you. I knew you weren't an adventurer the moment I set eyes on you. Just the kind of person I'm looking for.'"
The dragonborn clears his throat, looking to those who have not spoken. "You were all her students? What tales can you share of her then, the rest of you? What moment defined her, in your eyes?" he asks.
Falenas wipes tears from his face as he listens to the others. "Sorry, I spaced out for a bit. It's just... It was all so sudden".
"The first time I met her, she asked me if I was Myriani's son and I told her that I was. She had also trained her. The Master said that if my mother expected me to become like her then she was wasting her time. She told me that when I finished my training I'd be even better."
"She recalled stories of my mother when she was a student, emphazising how arrogant she was in her youth, so she was happy that I came with a humble attitude. But Master Feywing also warned me that I should not mistake self-pity for humility. The final day of my training is going to be when I act with a humble heart and fiery eyes, and that she would do everything that she could to light up that flame."
"Of course, I didn't believe her. But after the past year she never lost faith." Falenas pauses and looks at everyone else. "And that applies for all of us, we're all better versions of ourselves. Elaria Feywing was a hero because she judged people not for what they were, but for the potential that they had"
"Thank you for being her friend, I hope that with you she had a space to let her guard down a little bit."
Sitting against the wall of the yurt, Yevele listened to her companions tell their stories about the Master. Sitting their in silence, she couldn't think of anything to say. She'd had many memorable encounters with Elaria, but, none seemed to come to mind immediately.
As the room grew silent following Falena's account, Yevele finally figured what encounter she was going to talk about. "Early on, I spent most of my time in the training room, working on my fighting skills. The Master's home was very different from the monastery where I grew up. There, I grew up with just about everyone. The new orphans tended to be younger and looking for a place to fit in, and not judging others on what they may say or do. But, one afternoon I was beating up on a practice dummy with my quarter staff when Master Feywing walked in. She grabbed a quarter staff from the weapon's rack along one wall and asked me if I wanted to spur. Who was I to say no to that. Because of her age and small size, I was reluctant to use my full power against her. I quickly learned what a mistake that was. In a matter of minutes, she had knocked me to the floor twice, and given me a solid rap on my shoulder. After I finally started using my full abilities in the match, Elaria matched my moves, either blocking them or moving out of the way at the last minute. But, she didn't knock me down again. After we were done sparring, she turned to me and said "You have a home here. The other students do not dislike you, their simply feeling their way around you and waiting for you to show some interest in them. Talk to them, eat lunch with them, laugh with them. They'll be your friends, and, more importantly, your allies."
Alcaeus listens to the stories of Falenas and Yevele with rapt attention. The big dragonborn clears his throat before speaking, "Thank you all. You have removed any doubt from my mind that you are deserving of Elaria's praise." He stands, making his way past the cauldron of stew to reach beneath a pile of furs.
He sets a trio of tiles before you, each glowing with a soft blue light. "Elaria took pride in all of her students, but she spoke so proudly of all of you. She trained many before you, but she saw something in you that she found truly special: Your ability to work together. So would so often express disappointment that her students would leave her training independently, each off to seek their own adventures and riches. I can see now why she chose you all. My tiles are yours. Make her proud," he says.
After listening to Alcaeus, Yevele says "Thank you for the praise. I hope we can fulfill this task she assigned us, and continue to make her proud of us. In her will, Master Feywing indicates that others will be looking for these tiles. That could cause trouble for you. Is there anything we can do to make you more secure? Would you want to accompany us back to the mansion?"
After pausing to hear Alcaeus' answer, Yevele continues "Did Master Feywing ever say anything about the spider Vixthra who lives in a cave along the Mirianthi River, or her old friend Helene Aerdune?"
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"Elaria mentioned in her will that others would be illegitimately seeking her fortune. There isn't much day left and we should be on our way. There's no reason to believe those individuals would know about Scaevola's involvement, and the manor is probably the least safe place regarding this matter."She looks to Scaevola. "Sometime after this matter is settled, I'd love to visit sometime when there aren't time constraints. Is there a way up without being attacked by flying snakes?"
Alcaeus chuckles, "I appreciate the concern, but it would seem you have more pressing matters than protecting me. I'm no slouch when it comes to a fight. Any that seek one will have my axe raining down at them as they climb."
He shakes hands with all that return it, saying, "We will meet again under better circumstances. Thank you for your stories and your kindness today. May Elaria live on in all of you."
With that, Ryona moves to the door. "Thank you. Let's be off to see what a ogre-spider looks like."
We'll assume the same march as we did in coming to the steps, and if we must scale back down the cliff, we'll alternate down in pairs using rope to avoid hurting ourselves. We'll head north, by path if there is one.
Noah gives Alcaeus a hearty handshake, hoping his own hand is not accidentally crushed in return by the dragonborn. "Thank you for your invaluable assistance, Alcaeus. I do hope we can meet again, the stew was delicious."
He follows Ryona out the door, open to discuss their next move or continue on as efficiently as possible.
With ropes in hand, descending the Staircase Cliffs is a much simpler task than the ascent. By the time you reach the ground, little over an hour has passed from the time you arrived.
OOC: Where is the party headed next? Ryona has made a suggestion, but I'll give some time for some more input.
Yevele shakes hands with Alcaeus saying "Thank you for your hospitality. The food was excellent." After the use of ropes helped their descent, Yevele was glad to reach the ground without any more attacks from the flying snakes.
"To the spider next, didn't we agree on that before we left the mansion. Does anyone have a plan for how we attack the spider. It seems like we might be best to try and attack it from a distant first."
"If possible, that would be good. We will be in the spider's lair, however. We will likely be fighting on it's terms ... if it wishes for a fight. Let's not force it into one if we don't have to."
After thanking and saying goodbye to Alcaeus, Falenas follows the rest of the party. "I think that the best thing we could do is luring the spider out of its lair, but I don't think we'll be able to. Depending on how much space we have into the cavern, I think distance is our best option. The more damage we can do before it gets to us, the better."
"While it is wise to be prepared for an unpleasant encounter, I do not recall anything from the Master's words that dictate it was definitely hostile? Word about venomous jaws but did I forget something about their hostile nature?" Maelfearance asks, happy to be done with climbing.
The temperature cools slightly as you converse, walking toward the Icebound Mountains. An hour later, you approach a waterfall that runs into a basin of the Mirianthi River, behind which lies the lair of Vixthra, a spider the size of a warhorse that Elaria spoke of on occasion.
For Falenas, Noah, Ryona & Yevele:
Behind the waterfall, you notice humanoid shadows moving.
At the front of the group, Yevele stops when she sees the shadows behind the waterfall and holds out her arms to stop everyone behind her. She turns and whispers "there are other people up there, probably trying to get the tiles. We need to be careful in our approach to the waterfall."
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Alcaeus's hand lingers on Jarnick's shoulder as he hands the halfling his stew, muttering the incantation to a friendly spell that recovers 10 of his hit points. The scrapes taken from his fall heal quickly, as does the lingering pain of the snake's poison.
The dragonborn sits calmly alongside the rest of you. The yurt, full of boisterous song only a moment ago, is now silent aside from the sounds of eating. "Aye, Elaria left me three tiles. I had hoped this day would not come so soon," he says. He chuckles when Noah suggests working for the tiles, more of a snort for the dragonborn which releases enough electricity from his breath for a couple of sparks to be created in the air. "No, no task. Just...stories. Tell me, each of you, of a moment you had with Elaria that you believe truly defined whom The Master was," he says, waiting.
For Falenas:
Alcaeus is devastated. The moment the tiles were mentioned, sadness hit him like a brick. He clearly held Elaria in very high regard, and it seems unlikely that he would not respect her last wishes.
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Seated, Ryona looks at her helping of the stew, having a couple hearty sips before setting it down. Keeping her tone down, she kept steady in her voice.
"Elaria didn't just make a place to study. She created and kept a home. To her, we weren't soldiers in training to save the world... we were children on a dangerous path. She gave us a place where we could gather and grow together. Elaria said we were among her best. And she told us what made us different- we learned to work as a team. To help each other." She looks to the others, a little longer to Noah and Maelfearance. "We might not operate as one, but we did come to be closer and come to care for each other. She seemed satisfied to see to our graduation and to give us her home, as though we were the realization of her dream."
She trembles a bit, but then stands. "I once asked her why she was content to live that way, as a sole master of a small school at the fringes of society. At first, I thought that I might have overstepped myself, but she saw right through me and said she didn't mind. Elaria told me... something like this: I've seen many adventurers in my time, and so too have I seen heroes. All with their own goals, diverged, intersecting, ending. You have before you a path that may seem lonely, but I see it differently. There are many adventurers like you. I know what makes a hero. That's what I make, here. It is not strength or wisdom, knowledge or nimbleness, toughness or willpower. It is kinship and bravery. It is rising up to protect what you care for. To live with all the might you can in the name of hope. I pray that I might be a hero for you and the others. I believe in you."
She tears up again. "Elaria Feywing was as true a hero as any legend."
Noah leans back momentarily, closing his eyes. He visualizes the elegant halls of the manor, the warm laughter of Elaria. He smiles - a story was something that he could deliver in full.
He opens his eyes. "Elaria cultivated a kind of effortless camaraderie between us. It eluded background and pretext, previous strife or prosperity. She saw the potential in all of us and drove us to achieve it - I just hope that she is looking over us now with pride. If she died at peace, then I see no need to cloud her memory with grief. I remember one night, I was up late studying in the great hall, searching through various texts obsessively for some arcane morsel by dim candlelight. At some point, Master Feywing awoke and passed through the hall, noticing me at the end of the grand table rather quickly with her superior vision. Even in her age, she was keen in all of her senses, never to be dulled by something as inevitable as time."
Noah pauses, organizing his words in his mind. "We were soon deep in conversation, and even though my memory can only grasp some of the finer details, I remember what she said in closing - our studies here will not last forever, and when she leaves us to the world, we will be prepared. We are not to look back, for the comforts of the past bring only inaction to the present." He grins vaguely, the scars of the previous battle seeming distant from his warm expression. "My impression of her makes it sound like a militaristic sentiment, but something about it felt. . . motherly."
As Malfearance starts to speak, he wanders around the room looking at everything except the people.
"The moon hung heavy in the sky and it was the first really chilly night of the season's change. The Master found me out walking in the woods, talking with my wife. The Master asked a few questions about how I thought the training was going so far and the like. After a bit she drew out from me that I feared that I wasn't able to keep up with the rest of you," Maelfearance says, glancing around at the other briefly, then once again examining the walls and such as he moved around the yurt.
"'Do you think it's for your physical prowess that I recruited you?" Elaria Feywing asked me. 'Do you think I expect you to be shouldering open dungeon doors and challenging orcs to fisticuffs?' I was grateful of the darkness for I fear I may have blushed. The Master spoke at lengths about the need everyone has for a team, be they launching out on an adventure or building a civilization. 'No man is everything, Maelfearance. And only a fool tries to be.'"
"'You do have some fool in you,' my wife chimed in. 'Remember our wedding night when you insisted on carrying me through the door? You banged my head against the frame and then almost tripped and spilled us both!" I laughed at the memory..."
"'You find my words funny?' The Master inquired gently. I assured her that it wasn't her words. I told her my wife had just reminded my of my foolishness... "Ah. I see," The Master said, I believed a bit dismissively. I was a bit harsh, I fear. Another sign of my foolishness. I accused the Master of not believing me, of thinking I was delusional... Or a fraud."
"'Does it matter?' She inquired. 'Does your belief change based upon mine?' I was speechless. I of course know what many think of me, of their doubts, fears even from some... And it had always bothered me. At least on some level. Who doesn't want to be believed? To be trusted? Should it matter? Perhaps not... But if we are honest to ourselves we must admit, at least to some extent, it does. I said nothing and eventually the Master started to depart. But not without a parting comment...."
""Tell her it's a lovely necklace,' She said as she walked away. 'The jade really matches her eyes.'"
"I'd have though perhaps she was pandering to me... Or making a jest... But that was exactly the reason I had purchased it for her."
Alcaeus stares intently at Ryona, then Noah, then Maelfearance, imbibing each story quietly, before nodding and speaking his own.
"The Staircase Cliffs are a dangerous climb. Imagine my surprise when I answered a knock one day to find an elderly elf standing before me. Of course, I knew who it was at once...who in the Merriam Vale does not know The Master? We talked for hours, swapping tales just as we are now. Most of hers centered around her students, her hopes for their progress, her worries for their stress. When it grew dark, I questioned - 'why are you here? I possess strength, sure, but I am no adventurer. My yurt has been my home for many years, and I would be happy to spend my last breaths taking in this same view'. I will never forget her look of annoyance. If she had a cane, I am sure she would have rapped me with it."
"She shook her head and said, 'I am not here to recruit you, you fool, I am here to befriend you. I knew you weren't an adventurer the moment I set eyes on you. Just the kind of person I'm looking for.'"
The dragonborn clears his throat, looking to those who have not spoken. "You were all her students? What tales can you share of her then, the rest of you? What moment defined her, in your eyes?" he asks.
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Falenas wipes tears from his face as he listens to the others. "Sorry, I spaced out for a bit. It's just... It was all so sudden".
"The first time I met her, she asked me if I was Myriani's son and I told her that I was. She had also trained her. The Master said that if my mother expected me to become like her then she was wasting her time. She told me that when I finished my training I'd be even better."
"She recalled stories of my mother when she was a student, emphazising how arrogant she was in her youth, so she was happy that I came with a humble attitude. But Master Feywing also warned me that I should not mistake self-pity for humility. The final day of my training is going to be when I act with a humble heart and fiery eyes, and that she would do everything that she could to light up that flame."
"Of course, I didn't believe her. But after the past year she never lost faith." Falenas pauses and looks at everyone else. "And that applies for all of us, we're all better versions of ourselves. Elaria Feywing was a hero because she judged people not for what they were, but for the potential that they had"
"Thank you for being her friend, I hope that with you she had a space to let her guard down a little bit."
Sitting against the wall of the yurt, Yevele listened to her companions tell their stories about the Master. Sitting their in silence, she couldn't think of anything to say. She'd had many memorable encounters with Elaria, but, none seemed to come to mind immediately.
As the room grew silent following Falena's account, Yevele finally figured what encounter she was going to talk about. "Early on, I spent most of my time in the training room, working on my fighting skills. The Master's home was very different from the monastery where I grew up. There, I grew up with just about everyone. The new orphans tended to be younger and looking for a place to fit in, and not judging others on what they may say or do. But, one afternoon I was beating up on a practice dummy with my quarter staff when Master Feywing walked in. She grabbed a quarter staff from the weapon's rack along one wall and asked me if I wanted to spur. Who was I to say no to that. Because of her age and small size, I was reluctant to use my full power against her. I quickly learned what a mistake that was. In a matter of minutes, she had knocked me to the floor twice, and given me a solid rap on my shoulder. After I finally started using my full abilities in the match, Elaria matched my moves, either blocking them or moving out of the way at the last minute. But, she didn't knock me down again. After we were done sparring, she turned to me and said "You have a home here. The other students do not dislike you, their simply feeling their way around you and waiting for you to show some interest in them. Talk to them, eat lunch with them, laugh with them. They'll be your friends, and, more importantly, your allies."
Alcaeus listens to the stories of Falenas and Yevele with rapt attention. The big dragonborn clears his throat before speaking, "Thank you all. You have removed any doubt from my mind that you are deserving of Elaria's praise." He stands, making his way past the cauldron of stew to reach beneath a pile of furs.
He sets a trio of tiles before you, each glowing with a soft blue light. "Elaria took pride in all of her students, but she spoke so proudly of all of you. She trained many before you, but she saw something in you that she found truly special: Your ability to work together. So would so often express disappointment that her students would leave her training independently, each off to seek their own adventures and riches. I can see now why she chose you all. My tiles are yours. Make her proud," he says.
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After listening to Alcaeus, Yevele says "Thank you for the praise. I hope we can fulfill this task she assigned us, and continue to make her proud of us. In her will, Master Feywing indicates that others will be looking for these tiles. That could cause trouble for you. Is there anything we can do to make you more secure? Would you want to accompany us back to the mansion?"
After pausing to hear Alcaeus' answer, Yevele continues "Did Master Feywing ever say anything about the spider Vixthra who lives in a cave along the Mirianthi River, or her old friend Helene Aerdune?"
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"Elaria mentioned in her will that others would be illegitimately seeking her fortune. There isn't much day left and we should be on our way. There's no reason to believe those individuals would know about Scaevola's involvement, and the manor is probably the least safe place regarding this matter." She looks to Scaevola. "Sometime after this matter is settled, I'd love to visit sometime when there aren't time constraints. Is there a way up without being attacked by flying snakes?"
Alcaeus chuckles, "I appreciate the concern, but it would seem you have more pressing matters than protecting me. I'm no slouch when it comes to a fight. Any that seek one will have my axe raining down at them as they climb."
He shakes hands with all that return it, saying, "We will meet again under better circumstances. Thank you for your stories and your kindness today. May Elaria live on in all of you."
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With that, Ryona moves to the door. "Thank you. Let's be off to see what a ogre-spider looks like."
We'll assume the same march as we did in coming to the steps, and if we must scale back down the cliff, we'll alternate down in pairs using rope to avoid hurting ourselves. We'll head north, by path if there is one.
Noah gives Alcaeus a hearty handshake, hoping his own hand is not accidentally crushed in return by the dragonborn. "Thank you for your invaluable assistance, Alcaeus. I do hope we can meet again, the stew was delicious."
He follows Ryona out the door, open to discuss their next move or continue on as efficiently as possible.
With ropes in hand, descending the Staircase Cliffs is a much simpler task than the ascent. By the time you reach the ground, little over an hour has passed from the time you arrived.
OOC: Where is the party headed next? Ryona has made a suggestion, but I'll give some time for some more input.
Who is taking the tiles?
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Yevele shakes hands with Alcaeus saying "Thank you for your hospitality. The food was excellent." After the use of ropes helped their descent, Yevele was glad to reach the ground without any more attacks from the flying snakes.
"To the spider next, didn't we agree on that before we left the mansion. Does anyone have a plan for how we attack the spider. It seems like we might be best to try and attack it from a distant first."
"If possible, that would be good. We will be in the spider's lair, however. We will likely be fighting on it's terms ... if it wishes for a fight. Let's not force it into one if we don't have to."
After thanking and saying goodbye to Alcaeus, Falenas follows the rest of the party. "I think that the best thing we could do is luring the spider out of its lair, but I don't think we'll be able to. Depending on how much space we have into the cavern, I think distance is our best option. The more damage we can do before it gets to us, the better."
"While it is wise to be prepared for an unpleasant encounter, I do not recall anything from the Master's words that dictate it was definitely hostile? Word about venomous jaws but did I forget something about their hostile nature?" Maelfearance asks, happy to be done with climbing.
Falenas Perception: 13
Maelfearance Perception: 2
Noah Perception: 3
Ryona Perception: 20
Yevele Perception: 20
The temperature cools slightly as you converse, walking toward the Icebound Mountains. An hour later, you approach a waterfall that runs into a basin of the Mirianthi River, behind which lies the lair of Vixthra, a spider the size of a warhorse that Elaria spoke of on occasion.
For Falenas, Noah, Ryona & Yevele:
Behind the waterfall, you notice humanoid shadows moving.
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At the front of the group, Yevele stops when she sees the shadows behind the waterfall and holds out her arms to stop everyone behind her. She turns and whispers "there are other people up there, probably trying to get the tiles. We need to be careful in our approach to the waterfall."