OOC: Feldinor, the six hours need not all be adjacent. 8 hours total rest with two hours awake on midwatch still counts. You should be relieved by a volunteer (that has more than 1 HP. ahem) at the two hour mark.
OOC: Yes truly - bravo Feldinor! Possibly ghostly presence waiting for others among us to speak up, so we don't have to be lead around by the nose, hmmm? Alrighty then...:)
Sorore looks up from assessing Casta's wounds, and appraises Belmort, Fimrold, and Murdoch loitering about after breaking their fast once again. "As you've yet to volunteer, gentlemen, might I suggest that the three of you somehow coordinate whom among you might prove able to stand the third or fourth watch upon the stairs, after Feldinor and Rigor? Hoping you can reach something workable without the need of a female or a priestess to do it for you!"
The Ilmatari cleric smiles as sweetly as her feral, angular features allow, yet her bright golden eyes betray the laughter within...:)
Murdoch grins wearily, acknowledging the humor in Sorore's eyes.
"I'll take the third watch. I fear night will be upon us before our rest is done, and our party has many better equipped than I to peer into the gloom. Rigor, please wake me when your watch is ended."
He sets his crossbow down on the table in the right room, facing the door, and settles into a chair in the northeast corner. His left hand drifts into the pocket of his greatcoat, where he mindlessly fiddles with the holy symbols hidden within.
Mystra, from Fimrold, Tymora, for luck, and Umberlee, to whom all sailors pay homage. Maybe I should add Ilmater and Helm; could certainly use the extra help.
Shortly after dismissing his musings on the divine, Murdoch will fall asleep with with practiced ease.
“Ooh yes, the fourth watch’ll be mine, the dark of night holds few secrets from these eyes.”
Fimrold chuckles, taking great pleasure in the fact that HE will get 6 hours of uninterrupted rest, just to wake up shortly before the rest of his companions trying to catch up. He glances at the blue priestess and briefly returns a grin before diverting his attention to finding a suitable corner to peek at his tomes before welcoming sweet unconsciousness.
Mystra’s power was handy in a pinch, what other secrets will I unlock as I continue to pad my mind with the wonders of magic? Only these pages will tell...
Casta hears that the watch has been posted so settles in for a Long Rest. Though the day has yet to see high sun, sleep will not evade for long. Casta has learned one lesson of the field...sleep whenever you can. Vigilance requires restfulness. The full watch rotation that brings the company through to the next morning will take a bit more negotiation, to be sure, but once everyone is recovered from the morning's tumult by evenfeast, we can compare notes and then head out to the Elfsong to meet with Zodge's stooge on the morrow at first light.
However, Casta is not able to immediately surrender to sleep. As she closes her eyes with comforting thoughts of Helm, her eyes are stung with a memory of a blue-green sword. It pulls to her heart to follow even while her mind reminds her to stand fast and defend. How can one both stand and follow? There can be only one Master.
She calms her soul for sleep by reciting a familiar prayer of supplication to be heard.
De profundis clamavi ad te, Helmine: Helmine, exaudi vocem meam: Fiant aures tuae intendentes, in vocem deprecationis meae.
OOC: Many thanks, Adventurers; excellent rapport! I think we now have what we need to press onward...
18, 14, 7, 5
Hours pass, and upon the far side of highsun Rigor rises from his meditations to head downstairs, eventually finding Feldinor and sending the rogue to catch his own needed rest, while the monk takes the watch for a time. As the halfling reveals himself, separating from the small shadows in his place of concealment near the stairs, one of Mistress Lupin’s young lasses from the kitchens running food and drinks to the patrons of the Blade and Stars upon the upper floors waves at him. She arrives with a small basket, the light aroma of biscuits wafting from beneath its covering cloth, and she sets off with Feldinor to show him the way to the rooms his companions have secured, after her earlier trips laden with a second morningfeast.
The serving girl leads Feldinor up the broad creaking staircase and beyond it to the narrower third and fourth-floor stairs, until she finally reaches the small wooden landing and its closed hallway between the two doors of the company’s chambers. Once the door to the left opens and Feldinor moves to rejoin his resting companions, the young lass looks hesitantly at the rogue and then presses the covered basket into his open hands, saying very deliberately the words, “Knock knock, Little One,” before a small winsome laugh escapes her and she curtsies and scampers away down the stairs. The basket Feldinor is left holding remains covered with a simple white cloth, and though the faint smell of Mistress Lupin’s biscuits rises from within, the basket feels somewhat lighter than would otherwise be the case…
OOC: Feldinor, this would most likely be your opportunity to act next, unless someone among you remains hungry or curious...
How curious. But it is good to finally find a biggin' with some sort of whimsical personality. In stead of the always serious nature of my current companions.
[Tooltip Not Found] 9 With the skill usually reserved for looking for traps, Feldinor examines the basket that seems too light in his hands. Including lifting up the cloth to peek at what is inside.
Still thinking that everything is a puzzle to solve, Feldinor does scan the area and watch the lass as she departs for clues. Perception10
EDIT: OOC: The second sucky roll was Investigation that I spelled as Investigate.
Apparently seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Feldinor will close the door and offer the basket to those that may be hungry. Then set in for a long rest.
EDIT: OOC: PMs have cleared up some things.
As soon as Feldinor closes his eyes to shut out the chaos of the world, an idea pops in his head. He sits straight up and blurts out: "Hey! I think that little lass gave a message from our missing Yokai." To confirm, Feldinor would go back down stairs and find the lass to inquire. "Thank you for the refresh of biscuits. One can never over feed a Stout. May i ask who gave you the "little one" message? Is he around here or returning or leaving for a sabbatical with a better group of companions?"
Leaving the light basket and its cloth-covered contents sitting on the table in the larger room with his companions, Feldinor interrupts his own rest with his sudden thoughts and heads out once again, this time seeking the young serving girl who left the basket and an apparently whimsical message with him. The halfling returns down the long passages and flights of stairs, and past the inn's comfortable lobby, to the large kitchens that fill much of the ground floor. There he finds the staff now fully immersed in the preparations of highsunfeast, and providing the meal to dining patrons throughout the Blade and Star's three expansive floors of apartments, bedchambers, and meeting rooms. After a lengthy search, Feldinor finally chances upon the right young lass as she rushes back into the kitchens from the second floor with empty platters and tankards.
"Hello, umm, Saer," she begins with a tentative smile and a rushed curtsy as the rogue begins speaking with her, though her features quickly assume a questioning look. "Oh, but surely you don't mean to thank me for that one old biscuit, now? Well, the same one who gave me the funny words also gave me what was in it, of course. Hmmm; now what's a sabbatical thing, as I might know more about this one, but I mustn't tarry long, Saer." The young lass adopts a curious expression, and tilts her head as she looks pointedly at Feldinor's empty hands...
OOC: Feldinor, you could attempt another Insight check at this juncture, if desired. Unfortunately, your period of rest is being somewhat extended by this jaunt, to qualify for the Long Rest benefits.
OOC: Others (who are otherwise not already dedicated to resting) regarding the basket?
OOC: Excellent Insight Check, Feldinor (great long rest-napping there as well, Casta)! Nicely done; your insight perceives that the young lass may be swayed to quickly divulge the source of the message for as little as a mere two copper pieces (2cp). The narrative shall progress with the assumption that you indeed want the question you asked of her answered, and the cost will admittedly get no lower. Onward!
With two of the halfling’s coppers soon passing from his hand to the appraising serving girl’s own, balancing her load precariously with the other, her words continue in a quick, lilting tumble, as she looks around for other staff who might notice her pausing in her labors.
“Anyhail, I would know who gave me them by his highborn manners and clothes, a lord for certain with his blue and thread-of-gold coat, and polished black boots and all. Nothing unusual about such a nice young noble passing through, Saer. Could have walked straight from the Upper City, mayhap, with such well-spoken words as his, not quite used to the likes of us common folk here. Nothing unusual, that is, but of course his words and a special biscuit just for you! Yet gone in an instant, he was, right as I was on my way to you, likely for his sabbatical thing or some such, as you’d know best. Oh, but I must be on my way, Saer, or Mistress Lupin will be right darburl with me!”
With that, the young lass offers a quick, appreciative smile to Feldinor for the coppers, and an even hastier curtsy as she pockets them and rushes onward into the kitchens with her load of empty but most unsteadily balanced platters and tankards.
OOC: Ok then - I'll take your bait "regarding the basket"! :)
Sorore completes her rounds among her wounded companions before she settles into a long rest, and circles back to the table with the basket. She consider it, and Feldinor's hasty actions before leaving the rooms. Sorore then gently turns the basket over, lifting and separating it from the cloth, then sets it down beside the cloth before unwrapping whatever it cloth contains. She examines all of these things upon the table in detail and at length, still wearing her pale, red-strapped gloves.
OOC: I'm glad to roll an Investigation Check or as many as needed, but I think I have enough time that's unthreatened to eventually get Investigation Check totals of 21. Please let me know what you'd prefer!
OOC: Thanks, Sorore! No need for an Investigation Check - if you're willing to put in that much detail into your examination efforts, the DMG Chapter 8 actually allows a character to instead spend ten times the normal amount of time required for a specific skill under certain circumstances, and automatically "succeed" up to the limits of their abilities, which in your case would indeed be a result of 21.
Sorore's detailed investigation of the basket and its contents yield intriguing results. While the basket and white covering cloth appear mundane, the single biscuit that they contained proves to be actually pierced through with a small wooden tube. She uses her gloved hands to investigate further, and withdraws an even smaller scroll from within the hollow wooden shaft. Delicately unrolling the scroll, Sorore perceives the following carefully scrawled upon it...
"Thank you lass." Feldinor does indeed depart company with the 2cp for the information. After all the information was very useful. He returns to his companions and opens the door.
"Hey! There was a message for me or for us in that basket....which I see you have already found. hmmm....may I see?" "Listen ... to the music ... at the tavern ... ?something else? is that a claw? ... following tracks .... underground gates .... to exact revenge with a death dagger....well it definitely looks like it is from Yokai because he signed it at the top. But I'm going back off for my long rest. if you haven't figured it out by the time I wake, I'll take another stab at trying to figure the puzzle."
Sorore listens attentively to Feldinor's supposedly helpful prattling, glad to see that it's not disturbing Casta. She takes back the small scroll and considers it more carefully...
"Hmmm; a tavern, I think, but possibly not to listen to the music. That looks like an elf ear, and if so that could make the top line make sense as the Elf Song Tavern, where we're supposed to meet this spy, right?"
She walks briefly around to the brooding Belmort and the scholarly Fimrold with the scroll before settling down herself for some meditative rest.
OOC: That can't be coincidence - what a clever Yokai! What about the rest, though?
Still more hours pass, thankfully without event, to the knowledge of the adventurers resting within the sanctum that the Blade and Stars remains, for the present, amidst the mounting crises besieging the city. Rigor’s watch passes to Murdoch as daylight wanes, and then Murdoch's to Fimrold, whose own vigil ends less than an hour after the sun sets into a cold, windy night over Baldur’s Gate. With the dwarf’s return to the company’s chambers, the companions gather in the larger of the two guest rooms to take council with each other on the dangers of the path ahead, somewhat restored but importantly now experienced with and better prepared to confront the dire threat that has been revealed…
OOC: It has finally happened, Adventurers - your leveling is successfully attained! Congratulations to all for surviving to this first significant character milestone - that did not appear likely to occur across the board at some previous junctures! Please don't hesitate to write with any final questions as they arise. In parallel with the council you planned to have amongst yourselves, I'll also be sending out some other character admin, that's rather particular to the campaign, but will (likely) not yet affect your adventuring. Look forward to your discussions!
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OOC: Feldinor, the six hours need not all be adjacent. 8 hours total rest with two hours awake on midwatch still counts. You should be relieved by a volunteer (that has more than 1 HP. ahem) at the two hour mark.
OOC: 3 days seems like a looooong 2 hour mark Casta?
OOC: Yes truly - bravo Feldinor! Possibly ghostly presence waiting for others among us to speak up, so we don't have to be lead around by the nose, hmmm? Alrighty then...:)
Sorore looks up from assessing Casta's wounds, and appraises Belmort, Fimrold, and Murdoch loitering about after breaking their fast once again. "As you've yet to volunteer, gentlemen, might I suggest that the three of you somehow coordinate whom among you might prove able to stand the third or fourth watch upon the stairs, after Feldinor and Rigor? Hoping you can reach something workable without the need of a female or a priestess to do it for you!"
The Ilmatari cleric smiles as sweetly as her feral, angular features allow, yet her bright golden eyes betray the laughter within...:)
OOC: Well done! I didn't want to have to do that from the bedsheets! Men, heh?!
Murdoch grins wearily, acknowledging the humor in Sorore's eyes.
"I'll take the third watch. I fear night will be upon us before our rest is done, and our party has many better equipped than I to peer into the gloom. Rigor, please wake me when your watch is ended."
He sets his crossbow down on the table in the right room, facing the door, and settles into a chair in the northeast corner. His left hand drifts into the pocket of his greatcoat, where he mindlessly fiddles with the holy symbols hidden within.
Mystra, from Fimrold, Tymora, for luck, and Umberlee, to whom all sailors pay homage. Maybe I should add Ilmater and Helm; could certainly use the extra help.
Shortly after dismissing his musings on the divine, Murdoch will fall asleep with with practiced ease.
Fimrold looks up at the mention of his name,
“Ooh yes, the fourth watch’ll be mine, the dark of night holds few secrets from these eyes.”
Fimrold chuckles, taking great pleasure in the fact that HE will get 6 hours of uninterrupted rest, just to wake up shortly before the rest of his companions trying to catch up. He glances at the blue priestess and briefly returns a grin before diverting his attention to finding a suitable corner to peek at his tomes before welcoming sweet unconsciousness.
Mystra’s power was handy in a pinch, what other secrets will I unlock as I continue to pad my mind with the wonders of magic? Only these pages will tell...
Casta hears that the watch has been posted so settles in for a Long Rest. Though the day has yet to see high sun, sleep will not evade for long. Casta has learned one lesson of the field...sleep whenever you can. Vigilance requires restfulness. The full watch rotation that brings the company through to the next morning will take a bit more negotiation, to be sure, but once everyone is recovered from the morning's tumult by evenfeast, we can compare notes and then head out to the Elfsong to meet with Zodge's stooge on the morrow at first light.
However, Casta is not able to immediately surrender to sleep. As she closes her eyes with comforting thoughts of Helm, her eyes are stung with a memory of a blue-green sword. It pulls to her heart to follow even while her mind reminds her to stand fast and defend. How can one both stand and follow? There can be only one Master.
She calms her soul for sleep by reciting a familiar prayer of supplication to be heard.
De profundis clamavi ad te, Helmine:
Helmine, exaudi vocem meam:
Fiant aures tuae intendentes,
in vocem deprecationis meae.
OOC: Many thanks, Adventurers; excellent rapport! I think we now have what we need to press onward...
18, 14, 7, 5
Hours pass, and upon the far side of highsun Rigor rises from his meditations to head downstairs, eventually finding Feldinor and sending the rogue to catch his own needed rest, while the monk takes the watch for a time. As the halfling reveals himself, separating from the small shadows in his place of concealment near the stairs, one of Mistress Lupin’s young lasses from the kitchens running food and drinks to the patrons of the Blade and Stars upon the upper floors waves at him. She arrives with a small basket, the light aroma of biscuits wafting from beneath its covering cloth, and she sets off with Feldinor to show him the way to the rooms his companions have secured, after her earlier trips laden with a second morningfeast.
The serving girl leads Feldinor up the broad creaking staircase and beyond it to the narrower third and fourth-floor stairs, until she finally reaches the small wooden landing and its closed hallway between the two doors of the company’s chambers. Once the door to the left opens and Feldinor moves to rejoin his resting companions, the young lass looks hesitantly at the rogue and then presses the covered basket into his open hands, saying very deliberately the words, “Knock knock, Little One,” before a small winsome laugh escapes her and she curtsies and scampers away down the stairs. The basket Feldinor is left holding remains covered with a simple white cloth, and though the faint smell of Mistress Lupin’s biscuits rises from within, the basket feels somewhat lighter than would otherwise be the case…
OOC: Feldinor, this would most likely be your opportunity to act next, unless someone among you remains hungry or curious...
How curious. But it is good to finally find a biggin' with some sort of whimsical personality. In stead of the always serious nature of my current companions.
Now what is with this basket? Insight 9
[Tooltip Not Found] 9 With the skill usually reserved for looking for traps, Feldinor examines the basket that seems too light in his hands. Including lifting up the cloth to peek at what is inside.
Still thinking that everything is a puzzle to solve, Feldinor does scan the area and watch the lass as she departs for clues. Perception 10
EDIT: OOC: The second sucky roll was Investigation that I spelled as Investigate.
Apparently seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Feldinor will close the door and offer the basket to those that may be hungry. Then set in for a long rest.
EDIT: OOC: PMs have cleared up some things.
As soon as Feldinor closes his eyes to shut out the chaos of the world, an idea pops in his head. He sits straight up and blurts out: "Hey! I think that little lass gave a message from our missing Yokai." To confirm, Feldinor would go back down stairs and find the lass to inquire. "Thank you for the refresh of biscuits. One can never over feed a Stout. May i ask who gave you the "little one" message? Is he around here or returning or leaving for a sabbatical with a better group of companions?"
Leaving the light basket and its cloth-covered contents sitting on the table in the larger room with his companions, Feldinor interrupts his own rest with his sudden thoughts and heads out once again, this time seeking the young serving girl who left the basket and an apparently whimsical message with him. The halfling returns down the long passages and flights of stairs, and past the inn's comfortable lobby, to the large kitchens that fill much of the ground floor. There he finds the staff now fully immersed in the preparations of highsunfeast, and providing the meal to dining patrons throughout the Blade and Star's three expansive floors of apartments, bedchambers, and meeting rooms. After a lengthy search, Feldinor finally chances upon the right young lass as she rushes back into the kitchens from the second floor with empty platters and tankards.
"Hello, umm, Saer," she begins with a tentative smile and a rushed curtsy as the rogue begins speaking with her, though her features quickly assume a questioning look. "Oh, but surely you don't mean to thank me for that one old biscuit, now? Well, the same one who gave me the funny words also gave me what was in it, of course. Hmmm; now what's a sabbatical thing, as I might know more about this one, but I mustn't tarry long, Saer." The young lass adopts a curious expression, and tilts her head as she looks pointedly at Feldinor's empty hands...
OOC: Feldinor, you could attempt another Insight check at this juncture, if desired. Unfortunately, your period of rest is being somewhat extended by this jaunt, to qualify for the Long Rest benefits.
OOC: Others (who are otherwise not already dedicated to resting) regarding the basket?
OOC: I will never pass up the chance to roll some dice!!!
Insight17
OOC: Nap Check [Tooltip Not Found] 18
Sleep like a boss!
OOC: Excellent Insight Check, Feldinor (great long rest-napping there as well, Casta)! Nicely done; your insight perceives that the young lass may be swayed to quickly divulge the source of the message for as little as a mere two copper pieces (2cp). The narrative shall progress with the assumption that you indeed want the question you asked of her answered, and the cost will admittedly get no lower. Onward!
With two of the halfling’s coppers soon passing from his hand to the appraising serving girl’s own, balancing her load precariously with the other, her words continue in a quick, lilting tumble, as she looks around for other staff who might notice her pausing in her labors.
“Anyhail, I would know who gave me them by his highborn manners and clothes, a lord for certain with his blue and thread-of-gold coat, and polished black boots and all. Nothing unusual about such a nice young noble passing through, Saer. Could have walked straight from the Upper City, mayhap, with such well-spoken words as his, not quite used to the likes of us common folk here. Nothing unusual, that is, but of course his words and a special biscuit just for you! Yet gone in an instant, he was, right as I was on my way to you, likely for his sabbatical thing or some such, as you’d know best. Oh, but I must be on my way, Saer, or Mistress Lupin will be right darburl with me!”
With that, the young lass offers a quick, appreciative smile to Feldinor for the coppers, and an even hastier curtsy as she pockets them and rushes onward into the kitchens with her load of empty but most unsteadily balanced platters and tankards.
OOC: Ok then - I'll take your bait "regarding the basket"! :)
Sorore completes her rounds among her wounded companions before she settles into a long rest, and circles back to the table with the basket. She consider it, and Feldinor's hasty actions before leaving the rooms. Sorore then gently turns the basket over, lifting and separating it from the cloth, then sets it down beside the cloth before unwrapping whatever it cloth contains. She examines all of these things upon the table in detail and at length, still wearing her pale, red-strapped gloves.
OOC: I'm glad to roll an Investigation Check or as many as needed, but I think I have enough time that's unthreatened to eventually get Investigation Check totals of 21. Please let me know what you'd prefer!
OOC: Thanks, Sorore! No need for an Investigation Check - if you're willing to put in that much detail into your examination efforts, the DMG Chapter 8 actually allows a character to instead spend ten times the normal amount of time required for a specific skill under certain circumstances, and automatically "succeed" up to the limits of their abilities, which in your case would indeed be a result of 21.
Sorore's detailed investigation of the basket and its contents yield intriguing results. While the basket and white covering cloth appear mundane, the single biscuit that they contained proves to be actually pierced through with a small wooden tube. She uses her gloved hands to investigate further, and withdraws an even smaller scroll from within the hollow wooden shaft. Delicately unrolling the scroll, Sorore perceives the following carefully scrawled upon it...
"Thank you lass." Feldinor does indeed depart company with the 2cp for the information. After all the information was very useful. He returns to his companions and opens the door.
"Hey! There was a message for me or for us in that basket....which I see you have already found. hmmm....may I see?" "Listen ... to the music ... at the tavern ... ?something else? is that a claw? ... following tracks .... underground gates .... to exact revenge with a death dagger....well it definitely looks like it is from Yokai because he signed it at the top. But I'm going back off for my long rest. if you haven't figured it out by the time I wake, I'll take another stab at trying to figure the puzzle."
Casta remains prone in her straw and course linen sanctuary.
(Sleep) 21
She does not stir to Feldinor's supposedly helpful prattling.
A subtle undertone of chamomile begins to settle into the small sleeping room.
Sorore listens attentively to Feldinor's supposedly helpful prattling, glad to see that it's not disturbing Casta. She takes back the small scroll and considers it more carefully...
"Hmmm; a tavern, I think, but possibly not to listen to the music. That looks like an elf ear, and if so that could make the top line make sense as the Elf Song Tavern, where we're supposed to meet this spy, right?"
She walks briefly around to the brooding Belmort and the scholarly Fimrold with the scroll before settling down herself for some meditative rest.
OOC: That can't be coincidence - what a clever Yokai! What about the rest, though?
Still more hours pass, thankfully without event, to the knowledge of the adventurers resting within the sanctum that the Blade and Stars remains, for the present, amidst the mounting crises besieging the city. Rigor’s watch passes to Murdoch as daylight wanes, and then Murdoch's to Fimrold, whose own vigil ends less than an hour after the sun sets into a cold, windy night over Baldur’s Gate. With the dwarf’s return to the company’s chambers, the companions gather in the larger of the two guest rooms to take council with each other on the dangers of the path ahead, somewhat restored but importantly now experienced with and better prepared to confront the dire threat that has been revealed…
OOC: It has finally happened, Adventurers - your leveling is successfully attained! Congratulations to all for surviving to this first significant character milestone - that did not appear likely to occur across the board at some previous junctures! Please don't hesitate to write with any final questions as they arise. In parallel with the council you planned to have amongst yourselves, I'll also be sending out some other character admin, that's rather particular to the campaign, but will (likely) not yet affect your adventuring. Look forward to your discussions!