Dravos opens his eyes and sits up. He stretches some before standing and belting on his sword. The elf strides over to the fire, adding more wood onto it. He steps then over to Orland, "See anything?"
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Dravos shakes his head before crossing his arms, "Beyond the occasional cracking and popping of the fire I haven't heard anything. What was it that you heard?" He scans the environment for any signs or sounds.
A couple hours pass silently before the thick fog blanketing the campsite begins to lift and the first rays of sunlight begin to peek through the trees.
Thanking Dravos for waking him, Gram spends his watch keeping an eye out for anything, throwing an extra log on the fire to keep it going, and enjoying the peaceful quiet. When his watch is over he wakes the party and prepares for the day.
After a quiet night, the party takes down the campsite and sets off, following the road to Barovia. By their calculations, they expect to reach civilization before sun down, thoughts of warm beds and sheets bolstering their spirits.
The morning passes quietly and by the afternoon, the road begins to shift from dirt to gravel as you near the village. You think that it can't be more than two hours away, but the thick forest and lingering fog betray no signs of structures.
As the trees begin to thin, you round a bend to see two silhouettes on the road, around 100 feet ahead.
Dravos: As you look more closely, you realize they are shorter than you had first thought. By your estimates, they are at least a foot shorter than you. From what you can see, neither figure is holding weapons.
Dravos lays still, not asleep but in a restful trance. His sword laying beside him and his shield upon his chest.
Orland
The fire roars, flames greedily licking the new wood you had offered. The sound of laughter fades and you begin to wonder if it was all in your head.
Orland's watch passes.
Dravos opens his eyes and sits up. He stretches some before standing and belting on his sword. The elf strides over to the fire, adding more wood onto it. He steps then over to Orland, "See anything?"
The fire blazes brightly, crackling in welcome of more fuel.
"Did you hear it too?"
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Dravos shakes his head before crossing his arms, "Beyond the occasional cracking and popping of the fire I haven't heard anything. What was it that you heard?" He scans the environment for any signs or sounds.
Perception: 20
Dravos:
The forest is quiet... the roar of the bright fire the only sound you hear. It seems abnormally quiet, but you do not see or hear anything else.
Dravos walks over and picks up his shield before taking a lap around the campsite. His hand instinctively resting around the hilt of his sword.
Dravos:
A tense few hours pass, but no incidents occur on your watch.
Gram: (( If Dravos wakes you for your watch ))
A couple hours pass silently before the thick fog blanketing the campsite begins to lift and the first rays of sunlight begin to peek through the trees.
Thanking Dravos for waking him, Gram spends his watch keeping an eye out for anything, throwing an extra log on the fire to keep it going, and enjoying the peaceful quiet. When his watch is over he wakes the party and prepares for the day.
Dravos lightly shakes Gram awake before sitting near the fire. He tosses a log on the fire before he begins to touch up his blade with a wet stone.
After a quiet night, the party takes down the campsite and sets off, following the road to Barovia. By their calculations, they expect to reach civilization before sun down, thoughts of warm beds and sheets bolstering their spirits.
(( What is the walking order for the group? ))
Orland will take first place if no one else wants to, otherwise he‘ll take second or third place
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Gram will hold up the rear to keep an eye out behind them
Dravos will take point but will be walking near abreast with Orland.
The morning passes quietly and by the afternoon, the road begins to shift from dirt to gravel as you near the village. You think that it can't be more than two hours away, but the thick forest and lingering fog betray no signs of structures.
As the trees begin to thin, you round a bend to see two silhouettes on the road, around 100 feet ahead.
Dravos instinctively wraps his hand around the hilt of his sword while trying to figure out if they are friend or foe.
Perception:8
Dravos: As you look more closely, you realize they are shorter than you had first thought. By your estimates, they are at least a foot shorter than you. From what you can see, neither figure is holding weapons.
Dravos continues down the road, stepping to the side of the road as he nears them. He gives them a slight nod as he passes them.