Nenne grasps her amulet and feels the cool, peaceful touch of Kelemvor course through it (casting Guidance on herself). Extending her other hand to the wolf in a reassuring gesture, she calls out, "Please, noble wolf, we mean you no harm! We wish only to understand how you came to this place and how we might aid you! I, too, am from the Feywild and know what it is like to be far from home."
Having just said something to Funderburk, the wolf sharply turns a head towards Nenne's magical words, but is quickly distracted. Leaving one ear on the cleric, it turns its head towards the jungle away from the party, sniffing at the air. Tree limbs can be heard snapping in the short distance.
"If you wish to be left alone, noble creature, we shall withdraw," Nenne says, starting to back away from the snapping sounds. Her heart begins to pound. "We do not seek to make enemies this day, only friends."
While everyone is spreading out, she keeps a note of Allister and Boosey and positions herself near them, ready to act if the situation sours quickly.
Funderburk, with his hands on Dunks back, leans forward speaking to the wolf, "We did not come looking for a battle Mighty Wolf. Nor do any," he pans his hands towards his spreading companions, "of us plan on one now. Mighty beast, rest assured, whatever ails you, it is none of us nor will it be."
Sthara is shocked that the wolf speaks. When its head perks up and the tree limbs are heard snapping, she looks around for what the source might be–trees swaying unnaturally, or movement between them (Perception: 9).
When the beast first appears, Boosey is awed by its size and strength. “What a magnificent creature!”, he exclaims, then stands dumbfounded at the creature before him.
Ooc: if anyone would like a buff enhance ability let me know and I’ll cast it on you
A second wolf strides into sight about a hundred feet from the party down an avenue of sorts created between vine covered trees as Sthara scans the area. This wolf is still a massive beast, but is a bit smaller than the first one. It howls into the air, filling the space with that same mingled, echo howl, but more importantly the snapping continues behind the freshly appeared wolf. The form of a bluish-gray skinned giant with white hair under a cap adorned with great horns takes shape, looming closer to the clearing. This female giant stands to an impressive 23 feet(~7m) and the great axe resting easy on her shoulder is the size of a carriage. Dunk makes an uneasy sound even as two more male giants appear behind the taller female. The leading giant points to the party and calls out in a booming voice, "Titta där! Kanske kommer dessa små leksaker att veta mer än förra."
"This has become quite strange. What is this language they speak? Nenne, is this the language of your people? They look a bit larger than yourself...are you small?" Sthara asks.
The first wolf calls out loudly across to the newly arrived giants as the second wolf pads over to the side to make way for the female leading, "De har inga markeringar av den eldiga röda näven." The female frost giant nods to the wolf and points at Allister for a long time before saying, "No," in the common tongue. She then scans the small party and asks in passing common, but heavily accented, "How long have you been in the jungle? Have you seen any winter here?" One of the male giants in the back looks especially disgruntled on the left side of the leading female. His gaze shifts back and forth from Boosey to Funderburk; he makes no attempt to hide expressions of malice and anger.
"I have lived in Chult all my life, tall one, but what do you mean by winter?There may be snow on the mountains, but surely not in the jungle," Sthara call out to the giantess.
Boosey will cast comprehend languages on himself, taking a pinch of salt from his rations to complete the spell.
"No, we have seen no winter here, friend giant, only the heat of the jungle. We have been travelling seven days now and are on our way to Fort Beluarian to search for answers. A curse plagues this place and we are determined to find its cause." He bows deeply to the giants, and the wolf. "Our friend from the Faewild recognised your companions voice," gesturing to the wolf, "and was concerned for their welfare. How you all came to be here is a puzzle to us!"
The giant peers at the sorceress as she speaks intently, screwing her face up as she does. After Sthara finishes, the giant looks to the wolf who says something in their shared language. The giant makes a disgusted face and replies, "Slower. Winter that kills these trees." She slaps a low hanging branch that obscures some of her vision, popping it loose from its host. It crashes to the ground, causing the wolf near it so sidle out of the way. "Cold and icy. Frost. Here." She points to the ground saying the last word.
The giant in the back swings his axe into a ready position lunging forward at the spell, but the female holds him back. //This happens between Boosey's and my last post\\
Nenne shoots an irritated look at Sthara and decides to educate her on extraplanar race relations later. Still clutching her amulet to invoke her deity's grace upon her words, she inclines her head toward the giants.
"This land is unfitting for those of us accustomed to the majesty of winter, 'tis true," she says, with a hint of disdain toward the climate. "If it is within my power, or the power of my companions, we would be honored to aid you in finding or creating a more suitable habitat. What do you desire? Ask us and we shall endeavor to make it so, lowly as we are."
@DM
I'd like to roll insight to see if I can tell what these giants might be appeased by, or what they want. In case the narration didn't make it clear, I'm using another Guidance, if you'll allow it. 18 plus 1 Guidance.
Boosey slowly moves towards the cleric and touches her lightly on the arm, while clutching some fur he had recovered from Clove after the fight with pirates at sea. Casting enhance ability there is the brief cry of an eagle seemingly overhead as the Eagle's Splendour finds its way into the Clerics body. //have some advantage on charisma checks\\
Allister takes a step towards Nenne and whispers „Do you have to play the humble card so often? I think it makes us look weak. And weak is what giants have for breakfast.“
Nenne says to Allister under her breath, "Any strength we show will be laughable. I'd much prefer to seem inconsequential than seem a pup needing a lesson in respect."
The giant being held back by an upraised hand hefts his axe in hand a few times. While scratching sores made under his armor due to the protective furs being strapped around his waist, he pleads with the female, "Låt mig äta det lilla stavhjulet. Han är så liten att de inte kommer att sakna honom." She shrugs and casts a glance down at the gnome before her attention turns to the cleric. She smashes a fist to a nearby tree quickly replying, "Habitats be damned! Everything will be the same. No winter..." She seems upset by this and asks another question too quickly and it takes a moment to place the words because they include a name. "Have you seen a man? A tiny man like you. Artus Cimber." Dunk seems uneasy, but remains steady watching the closer wolf intently.
Boosey:
The giant said, "Let me eat the little spell caster. He's so small they won't miss him."
Nenne:
The giant seems cagey about something, but her questions are clumsy. You can't be sure what she means about everything being the same, but she seems determined to find something. Perhaps this Artus has what she wants?
Nenne subtly raises her eyebrows at her companions, never having heard the name before, herself.
To the giant, she says, "Have you business with him? We could facilitate a speedier conclusion of that business, whatever the nature of your interest in him may be."
Nenne grasps her amulet and feels the cool, peaceful touch of Kelemvor course through it (casting Guidance on herself). Extending her other hand to the wolf in a reassuring gesture, she calls out, "Please, noble wolf, we mean you no harm! We wish only to understand how you came to this place and how we might aid you! I, too, am from the Feywild and know what it is like to be far from home."
(Persuasion 13 plus 3 from Guidance.)
Having just said something to Funderburk, the wolf sharply turns a head towards Nenne's magical words, but is quickly distracted. Leaving one ear on the cleric, it turns its head towards the jungle away from the party, sniffing at the air. Tree limbs can be heard snapping in the short distance.
"If you wish to be left alone, noble creature, we shall withdraw," Nenne says, starting to back away from the snapping sounds. Her heart begins to pound. "We do not seek to make enemies this day, only friends."
While everyone is spreading out, she keeps a note of Allister and Boosey and positions herself near them, ready to act if the situation sours quickly.
Funderburk, with his hands on Dunks back, leans forward speaking to the wolf, "We did not come looking for a battle Mighty Wolf. Nor do any," he pans his hands towards his spreading companions, "of us plan on one now. Mighty beast, rest assured, whatever ails you, it is none of us nor will it be."
Made you look.
Sthara is shocked that the wolf speaks. When its head perks up and the tree limbs are heard snapping, she looks around for what the source might be–trees swaying unnaturally, or movement between them (Perception: 9).
Allister orients himself towards the sound of snapping trees. "This is getting better and better."
When the beast first appears, Boosey is awed by its size and strength. “What a magnificent creature!”, he exclaims, then stands dumbfounded at the creature before him.
Ooc: if anyone would like a buff enhance ability let me know and I’ll cast it on you
A second wolf strides into sight about a hundred feet from the party down an avenue of sorts created between vine covered trees as Sthara scans the area. This wolf is still a massive beast, but is a bit smaller than the first one. It howls into the air, filling the space with that same mingled, echo howl, but more importantly the snapping continues behind the freshly appeared wolf. The form of a bluish-gray skinned giant with white hair under a cap adorned with great horns takes shape, looming closer to the clearing. This female giant stands to an impressive 23 feet(~7m) and the great axe resting easy on her shoulder is the size of a carriage. Dunk makes an uneasy sound even as two more male giants appear behind the taller female. The leading giant points to the party and calls out in a booming voice, "Titta där! Kanske kommer dessa små leksaker att veta mer än förra."
"This has become quite strange. What is this language they speak? Nenne, is this the language of your people? They look a bit larger than yourself...are you small?" Sthara asks.
The first wolf calls out loudly across to the newly arrived giants as the second wolf pads over to the side to make way for the female leading, "De har inga markeringar av den eldiga röda näven." The female frost giant nods to the wolf and points at Allister for a long time before saying, "No," in the common tongue. She then scans the small party and asks in passing common, but heavily accented, "How long have you been in the jungle? Have you seen any winter here?" One of the male giants in the back looks especially disgruntled on the left side of the leading female. His gaze shifts back and forth from Boosey to Funderburk; he makes no attempt to hide expressions of malice and anger.
"I have lived in Chult all my life, tall one, but what do you mean by winter? There may be snow on the mountains, but surely not in the jungle," Sthara call out to the giantess.
Boosey will cast comprehend languages on himself, taking a pinch of salt from his rations to complete the spell.
"No, we have seen no winter here, friend giant, only the heat of the jungle. We have been travelling seven days now and are on our way to Fort Beluarian to search for answers. A curse plagues this place and we are determined to find its cause." He bows deeply to the giants, and the wolf. "Our friend from the Faewild recognised your companions voice," gesturing to the wolf, "and was concerned for their welfare. How you all came to be here is a puzzle to us!"
The giant peers at the sorceress as she speaks intently, screwing her face up as she does. After Sthara finishes, the giant looks to the wolf who says something in their shared language. The giant makes a disgusted face and replies, "Slower. Winter that kills these trees." She slaps a low hanging branch that obscures some of her vision, popping it loose from its host. It crashes to the ground, causing the wolf near it so sidle out of the way. "Cold and icy. Frost. Here." She points to the ground saying the last word.
The giant in the back swings his axe into a ready position lunging forward at the spell, but the female holds him back. //This happens between Boosey's and my last post\\
Nenne shoots an irritated look at Sthara and decides to educate her on extraplanar race relations later. Still clutching her amulet to invoke her deity's grace upon her words, she inclines her head toward the giants.
"This land is unfitting for those of us accustomed to the majesty of winter, 'tis true," she says, with a hint of disdain toward the climate. "If it is within my power, or the power of my companions, we would be honored to aid you in finding or creating a more suitable habitat. What do you desire? Ask us and we shall endeavor to make it so, lowly as we are."
@DM
I'd like to roll insight to see if I can tell what these giants might be appeased by, or what they want. In case the narration didn't make it clear, I'm using another Guidance, if you'll allow it. 18 plus 1 Guidance.
History check on frost giant culture: 7
Boosey slowly moves towards the cleric and touches her lightly on the arm, while clutching some fur he had recovered from Clove after the fight with pirates at sea. Casting enhance ability there is the brief cry of an eagle seemingly overhead as the Eagle's Splendour finds its way into the Clerics body. //have some advantage on charisma checks\\
Allister takes a step towards Nenne and whispers „Do you have to play the humble card so often? I think it makes us look weak. And weak is what giants have for breakfast.“
Nenne says to Allister under her breath, "Any strength we show will be laughable. I'd much prefer to seem inconsequential than seem a pup needing a lesson in respect."
The giant being held back by an upraised hand hefts his axe in hand a few times. While scratching sores made under his armor due to the protective furs being strapped around his waist, he pleads with the female, "Låt mig äta det lilla stavhjulet. Han är så liten att de inte kommer att sakna honom." She shrugs and casts a glance down at the gnome before her attention turns to the cleric. She smashes a fist to a nearby tree quickly replying, "Habitats be damned! Everything will be the same. No winter..." She seems upset by this and asks another question too quickly and it takes a moment to place the words because they include a name. "Have you seen a man? A tiny man like you. Artus Cimber." Dunk seems uneasy, but remains steady watching the closer wolf intently.
Boosey:
The giant said, "Let me eat the little spell caster. He's so small they won't miss him."
Nenne:
The giant seems cagey about something, but her questions are clumsy. You can't be sure what she means about everything being the same, but she seems determined to find something. Perhaps this Artus has what she wants?
Nenne subtly raises her eyebrows at her companions, never having heard the name before, herself.
To the giant, she says, "Have you business with him? We could facilitate a speedier conclusion of that business, whatever the nature of your interest in him may be."
Persuasion, if needed: 13 plus 1 Guidance.