Reign of Winter 5e

"I... am still very confused why public dancing of all things is forbidden." Zaf admits, having been so hung up on the statement, that he hardly seemed to pay attention to much else. Even after bumping into a couple of things enroute, the troublesome line of thought had him in an iron grip! And yet, seeing at least some serious looks in everyone around, he squints, scratches his head, and then snaps his fingers. "But rescuing dragon sounds fine to me.Though its curious. I hadn't expected a dragon need rescuing from a bell of all things."

He clicks his tongue, and as he folded his arms across his chest, just shook his head in consternation. "What strange lands these are."

Jasun, Seraphina: Milani was a half-elf, who 2,000 years ago fought to defend the village she lived in from the minions of the demon Treerazer and spent the rest of her mortal life as a champion of the innocent against the monsters, barbarians, and oppressive lords. After 100 years of fighting the good fight, Milani's died a hero after slaying a cult leader who was attempting to sacrifice 100 peasant virgins in an attempt to make himself immortal. Impressed with her heroism, the god Aroden made her a saint and restored youth to her, so that she may inspire mortals to greatness through visions. When Aroden died in 4606 (about 107 years ago), Milani used her experience as a warrior and the small portion of Aroden's power that she was given to help guide the world through the chaotic times that came after the death of humanity's god and eventually became a goddess herself. Milani is now recognized as being the goddess of all those who fight against tyrants and other figures that would oppress the innocent.

Everyone: "No, you are not saving the dragon from the bell, you are saving Bella from the dragon. Now ees there anytheeng else you might need?"

“M-may I suggest a rest?” Rose popes up uncertainly. “I‘m afraid I don’t have much magic left in me, only enough for if something really bad happens, b-but if not that’s okay! I’ll, um, make do...”

Jasun nodded and smiled pleasantly. "I would be ok with that."

"We hef a place here where the seex of you can rest. Just promise that you can keep watch over your pet." She says in reference to Teddy.

“Of course!” Rose affirms, giving a loving pet to Teddy. “He’s very well behaved and is quite the cuddle bug, promise! Thank you for housing us for the night.”

Hearing the stammer in Rose’s voice, Jirel will approach her and place a hand her shoulder and give a gentle squeeze for reassurance. “We all could use a good rest.” The barbarian would try her best to offer a comforting smile if the firbolg looked her way.

Zaf still held a look of confusion on his face. But hearing talk of rest, he slowly nods in agreement to the others. "Indeed. It would be for the best. Though, I would imagine it will be the only one we take for a time. The longer we're in this city, papers or not, the greater the risks become I imagined." He shudders and some of the feathers at the neck floof out a bit. "Or so I imagined." He turns to their host. "Our thanks again for all of this."

“Excellent. Shall we proceed?” Jasun suggested.

"Zaf's right," Rose nods, her hand gently cupping Jirel's at her shoulder with a smile forming on her lips. She then turns to Jasun when he makes the suggestion, giving him a curt nod of affirmation. "Let's!"

Area L1

A small courtyard stands outside the clock tower behind a delicate-looking white picket fence made of bones. A single step leads to a landing and a recessed set of large double doors to the north, while to the east and west stand two stone statues depicting two women in identical poses, reaching skyward as if to catch snowflakes. Neatly trimmed evergreen bushes surround the statues.

Make a DC15 History check.

History: 16, adv if regarding fey so 9

After a much needed rest, Rose seems to be a bit more chipper, happily brushing Teddy’s fur as she waited for the others to awaken. When they were ready to head out, she looks to be trying to psyche herself up as they made way to the tower.

History: 3

Believing as though this could be the last chance in a while for a better rest, Jirel indeed took advantage of it. Though, the goliath may have allowed herself feel a little too comfortable, as she’d end up unconsciously sprawling and stretching her long body out in her sleep, taking up more space than usual. Some happy chattering from Teddy would gently wake the barbarian, waking up with a bit of a snort and an even more dramatic stretch. She’d blink a few times before realizing she was not in her dream. Jirel would sit up abruptly correctly her posture and clearing her throat. After shaking a few cobwebs out her her head, she was good to go.

Entering the courtyard, Jirel would take long strides, skipping the single step that lead to the landing. She’d take a look at the statues and bushes. Truthfully, she was more interested in securing the area and ensuring there were no threats than investigating the woman catching snowflakes.

History: 21
Perception: 8 

Jirel, Seraphina: The statues are of a previous queen of Irrisen, Betyrina and her daughter Zivia. Jirel knows that the two were famous for their skill in creating clockworks and constructs. As you pass through the courtyard and into the foyer, both statues come alive and attack! Roll for initiative.

Jirel initiative: 14 

"******* hell, now there are walking statues?"

Init: 3

“Eep!”

Init: 18

"At least they're not weeping." Zaf casually comments on despite imminent danger.

Zafnitiative: 17.

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