"This is a shrine to Tymora, Lady of Luck." The elven female says as she smiles at you. " The name does not mean anything to you though.
"Tymora..." he closes his eyes, seaching his memory, but doesn't find anything. "I'm afraid it's not her. Though it's clear you serve her well, seeing this shrine."
Kierro pauses, then asks the woman: "I remember being able to bring light to darkness, to help put the undead to rest, to uncover truth. Is there... would you know who that could be, what deity could grant such abilities?"
Naivara nods as she takes the gear. "We'll do our best to find the source of your missing caravans Madame. Thank you again. I'm Naivara, by the way. Probably should have started with that..."
Vilana tilted her head studying the "stranger in the dark". The robe definitely was better on him, then on herself (but the wardrobe could be rectified later). An elf, pure blood, with something outlandish about his look. Interesting. "I am Vilana," introduced she herself. For half-elven she could be considered tall - 5'4", appeared about very early 20s, but the eyes were too attentive for the innocence of such youth. Human blood softened prominent elven features, and if not for a drow-like coloration, she could pass for a pretty and slender human.
She cast her look down for a second, thinking then looked up again. "In any other situation I would question your story. But it seems, we are in the same boat, so to speak. You see, I can not recall much past my own name too. I might not be able to help you, but what do you say to the idea to help each other? That village over there must have people in it.May be with the answers we are both seeking. But we need to reach it first. We can do it together. Safety in numbers." She smiled again, a bit playful this time.
Tessa smiles at Toblen and says, "You have been very gracious, Master Toblen. But I am an adventurer. It's in my blood. I was looking for work for a bit of the blade. Do you know of anyone in need of a sellsword? I will need to earn some coin to replace my lost gear, as well as your kindness." Tessa flashes a hopeful smile at the young man.
"But we need to reach it first. We can do it together. Safety in numbers.", Vilana said, smiling a slightly playful smile. Winking at her, Sylcan said, "Well, I suppose I must reciprocate the kindness I received from you. I will accompany you to the village. Glad to meet you, Vilana." While they both exited the old ruins, Sylcan, while his eyes were adjusting to the bright light, thought to himself. "So, it seems that I am not the only one suffering from whatever has happened to us. I wonder... are there others?"Glancing down at his new companion, Sylcan asked, "Woma- I mean, Vilana. When you first... came to, did you feel a sort of... pull towards anything? Was there something that you felt yourself gravitating to?"
"To the ground mostly," another quick smile let Sylcan know it was a joke. "Now that you mentioned it, I did found my ring," hiding obvious was tempting - they just met - but pointless. "Along with the robes we are wearing now. There was no one around and no tracks either, so I do not consider taking those robes a robbery, in case the idea insults you."
She was talking while they were both walking towards the village. Ruins might be of some interests to tourists, but Vilana did not feel like one and wanted to reach some civilisation first. "But why did you ask? Don't tell me you found something special from your forgotten past as well? That would be way too much of a coincidence!"
Speaking seriously, Sylcan replied, "The idea doesn't insult me. I'm not one to sit around asking questions about morals - it's best to not be weighed down by things such as that. It's my life, not anyone else's - and my life comes first. However, aside from that, it bothers me that we both find ourselves in such similar situations." He looks up, and says, "These boots I'm wearing, they're what were calling to me. When I put them on, a strange memory seemed to return to me, one of me and another person fighting some little green humanoids. I'm afraid it may be more than a coincidence if you've experienced something similar." Narrowing his eyes, he continues, "Let's hope this village has some answers, otherwise... well, let's find out first."
(You get the sense you are underground. And, yes, you have bolts for the crossbow. For guards you saw a couple bugbears, a cowering goblin, and a couple other of the thugs in red cloaks. None of those others are around now though.) The two guards move forward as the body is rolled into the rift, both of them looking down into the rift, their backs to you. the pull of the ring on the one's hand is powerful, nearly compelling you to step forward.
((time for action~~ sink or swim eh))
Seeing the two guards leaning over into the rift, Leto feels a pull towards the ring the one on the left has. He needs it. The guard on the right is no use to him. Seeing his chance he attempts to kick the guard on the right over the edge ((athletics? 10)), and backing up pulls his new crossbow on the other guard, his eyes flaring, and feeling the tattoo on his right arm almost burning, a somehow familiar, and not uncomfortable sensation.
red brand ruffian acrobatics: 9
The first of the two guards falls into the rift, the sound of him landing accompanied by cries of pain. The other turns to face you, hand dropping to a shortsword at his hip. He frowns, glancing to the ring on his hand for some reason. "What is this, my ring told us you were being truthful..."
"This is a shrine to Tymora, Lady of Luck." The elven female says as she smiles at you. " The name does not mean anything to you though.
"Tymora..." he closes his eyes, seaching his memory, but doesn't find anything. "I'm afraid it's not her. Though it's clear you serve her well, seeing this shrine."
Kierro pauses, then asks the woman: "I remember being able to bring light to darkness, to help put the undead to rest, to uncover truth. Is there... would you know who that could be, what deity could grant such abilities?"
"Most clerics can do those things." The elven acolyte says with a shrug. "I am guessing your god, or goddess, will make their identity known when it is needed."
The first of the two guards falls into the rift, the sound of him landing accompanied by cries of pain. The other turns to face you, hand dropping to a shortsword at his hip. He frowns, glancing to the ring on his hand for some reason. "What is this, my ring told us you were being truthful..."
"Truthful yes. I haven't lied. I do not know where I am. If you want to keep talking throw your weapons to me, tell me where I am, and what is this place." Leto says, keeping enough distance that he'd be able to shoot the second the man moves ((readied action, probably backing up to 10-15 feet distance))
intimidation 18
((thank the gods on the low roll to save from the kick. I just might make it out of this :P Though not sure to where from here...))
"Most clerics can do those things." The elven acolyte says with a shrug. "I am guessing your god, or goddess, will make their identity known when it is needed."
Kierro nods. "I hope so. It feels like a large part of me is missing when I don't know who they are." He sighs and asks the acolyte: "All the same, thank you for hearing me out; I suppose it's simply a matter of time. What's your name?"
Mylene adjusts the studded leather armor and pulls at the tunic, adjusting both until she is comfortable. She pulls back the string of the longbow, testing the pull of the bow to make sure it feels comfortable, her confidence from the combined possession of longbow and bracers making her feel more at ease.
On finding a stream or other reflective surface - even using the narrow blade of the rapier if it is sufficient for the purpose, she gazes at her own reflection, feeling a sense of love wash over her that is just as powerful in its own way as the vision prompted by the bracers. She admires her own flawless and exotic features, her own fair skin, her own crystalline blue eyes, her own lustrous blond hair with a natural curl near the end of its shoulder length. She turns from side to side, and raises as eyebrow, noting her own alluring curves that the tunic does little to conceal. As intense as the vision from the bracers was, she is certain she has found a more profound sense of love, here - for herself. "Will you look at those. Oh, I suppose you did already. My, I am a vision. I don't blame you for staring, Walter. I think I've fallen in love."
After making minor adjustments to her hair and clothing, she says, "I'm ready to set off for this Phandalin of yours. I might still cause a carriage accident, but I'm less likely to get arrested for indecency at least."
The first of the two guards falls into the rift, the sound of him landing accompanied by cries of pain. The other turns to face you, hand dropping to a shortsword at his hip. He frowns, glancing to the ring on his hand for some reason. "What is this, my ring told us you were being truthful..."
"Truthful yes. I haven't lied. I do not know where I am. If you want to keep talking throw your weapons to me, tell me where I am, and what is this place." Leto says, keeping enough distance that he'd be able to shoot the second the man moves ((readied action, probably backing up to 10-15 feet distance))
intimidation 22
((thank the gods on the low roll to save from the kick. I just might make it out of this :P Though not sure to where from here...))
"Ok..." The thug says, pulling out his shortsword and tossing it to you. He also tosses you a dagger. "Where you are is Phandalin, in our base, which is under some ruins in the town."
"Most clerics can do those things." The elven acolyte says with a shrug. "I am guessing your god, or goddess, will make their identity known when it is needed."
Kierro nods. "I hope so. It feels like a large part of me is missing when I don't know who they are." He sighs and asks the acolyte: "All the same, thank you for hearing me out; I suppose it's simply a matter of time. What's your name?"
"I am Sister Garaele." The elven female says with a friendly smile. "Feel free to stop back anytime and we can discuss matters as you wish, maybe talking will help bring back your memories..."
You head south a short distance then arrive at the main street of town. To your east is the road that leads out of town, to your west the main part of town. You see the shrine a few cottages down, then the large Stone Hill Inn. Across from the Inn is the Town Hall. Where are you headed to?
You feel that tug still, the sense that some part of yourself is moving further away. You are barely able to restrain yourself from moving towards the door. Give me a Wis save, DC 10 at this point.
Honor, Latrious, and Naivara
"well, I have your names, and, as I told Honor, I will have to put a bounty on your heads if you don't return to at least tell me where the supplies might be, or what you have learned about them. I would like you to bring back what you find of my stuff, but realize that might be impossible, so whatever you can learn will be a good start." The shop owner tells you.
"If it is adventure you are wishing, then I'd suggest talking to the Miner's Exchange, the Town Master, or maybe even the Lionshield Coster." The innkeep says with a nod. "Those would be the only ones I can think who might be looking for an adventuring sort." He gives you directions to the places. The miner's exchange is part of the town hall across the road, while Lionshield Coster is further down the road outside of the inn.
"Of course madame," Naivara says, trying to hide her surprise that the quiver could hold quite a bit more than what she initially thought. "Well find your missing goods, or at least a clue about where they might have been taken, and return to you." She goes to leave the shop, waiting for the rest outside while she looks up and down the street.
Tessa wipes her face with the back of her hand. She says to the innkeep, "Blessings upon you for your kindness and information! I am in your debt. I always repay my debts." She flashes a smile at him. "Well, I will be off to secure work to repay my debt to you. Many thanks again!" She leaves the inn heading for the Lionshield Coster, whistling a tune.
She thinks to herself, a fine day indeed. Food in her belly, people eager to impart information to her without any needed encouragement, and adventure right around the corner. The memory of the broken lad comes to mind again as well as the candy. Life always seems to work out in her favor one way or another. Her desire for raspberries returns. She licks her lips in anticipation of raspberries as she approaches the mercantile store.
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Kierro:
"Tymora..." he closes his eyes, seaching his memory, but doesn't find anything. "I'm afraid it's not her. Though it's clear you serve her well, seeing this shrine."
Kierro pauses, then asks the woman: "I remember being able to bring light to darkness, to help put the undead to rest, to uncover truth. Is there... would you know who that could be, what deity could grant such abilities?"
Naivara:
Naivara nods as she takes the gear. "We'll do our best to find the source of your missing caravans Madame. Thank you again. I'm Naivara, by the way. Probably should have started with that..."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Honor
"The going assumption is apparently bandits, so if that's the case, it'll depend on what they've done with the supplies."
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Vilana / Sylcan Naïlo
Vilana tilted her head studying the "stranger in the dark". The robe definitely was better on him, then on herself (but the wardrobe could be rectified later). An elf, pure blood, with something outlandish about his look. Interesting. "I am Vilana," introduced she herself. For half-elven she could be considered tall - 5'4", appeared about very early 20s, but the eyes were too attentive for the innocence of such youth. Human blood softened prominent elven features, and if not for a drow-like coloration, she could pass for a pretty and slender human.
She cast her look down for a second, thinking then looked up again. "In any other situation I would question your story. But it seems, we are in the same boat, so to speak. You see, I can not recall much past my own name too. I might not be able to help you, but what do you say to the idea to help each other? That village over there must have people in it.May be with the answers we are both seeking. But we need to reach it first. We can do it together. Safety in numbers." She smiled again, a bit playful this time.
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Tessa
Tessa smiles at Toblen and says, "You have been very gracious, Master Toblen. But I am an adventurer. It's in my blood. I was looking for work for a bit of the blade. Do you know of anyone in need of a sellsword? I will need to earn some coin to replace my lost gear, as well as your kindness." Tessa flashes a hopeful smile at the young man.
Sylcan Naïlo: (To Vilana)
"But we need to reach it first. We can do it together. Safety in numbers.", Vilana said, smiling a slightly playful smile. Winking at her, Sylcan said, "Well, I suppose I must reciprocate the kindness I received from you. I will accompany you to the village. Glad to meet you, Vilana." While they both exited the old ruins, Sylcan, while his eyes were adjusting to the bright light, thought to himself. "So, it seems that I am not the only one suffering from whatever has happened to us. I wonder... are there others?" Glancing down at his new companion, Sylcan asked, "Woma- I mean, Vilana. When you first... came to, did you feel a sort of... pull towards anything? Was there something that you felt yourself gravitating to?"
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Vilana / Sylcan Naïlo
"To the ground mostly," another quick smile let Sylcan know it was a joke. "Now that you mentioned it, I did found my ring," hiding obvious was tempting - they just met - but pointless. "Along with the robes we are wearing now. There was no one around and no tracks either, so I do not consider taking those robes a robbery, in case the idea insults you."
She was talking while they were both walking towards the village. Ruins might be of some interests to tourists, but Vilana did not feel like one and wanted to reach some civilisation first. "But why did you ask? Don't tell me you found something special from your forgotten past as well? That would be way too much of a coincidence!"
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Sylcan Naïlo: (To Vilana)
Speaking seriously, Sylcan replied, "The idea doesn't insult me. I'm not one to sit around asking questions about morals - it's best to not be weighed down by things such as that. It's my life, not anyone else's - and my life comes first. However, aside from that, it bothers me that we both find ourselves in such similar situations." He looks up, and says, "These boots I'm wearing, they're what were calling to me. When I put them on, a strange memory seemed to return to me, one of me and another person fighting some little green humanoids. I'm afraid it may be more than a coincidence if you've experienced something similar." Narrowing his eyes, he continues, "Let's hope this village has some answers, otherwise... well, let's find out first."
Sylcan Naïlo - Eladrin Blood Hunter - DragonDenn's Dragonlords | Althaea Sylvaranth - Wood Elf Druid - JorvikDave's Storm King's Thunder | Ekane - Half-orc Warlock - Murk Over Gladerown | Aoth Meliamne - Aasimar Sorcerer - WoobyDoobyDoo's Vraleon
I also DM RemCultist's Frozen Sick
red brand ruffian acrobatics: 9
The first of the two guards falls into the rift, the sound of him landing accompanied by cries of pain. The other turns to face you, hand dropping to a shortsword at his hip. He frowns, glancing to the ring on his hand for some reason. "What is this, my ring told us you were being truthful..."
"Most clerics can do those things." The elven acolyte says with a shrug. "I am guessing your god, or goddess, will make their identity known when it is needed."
Leto
"Truthful yes. I haven't lied. I do not know where I am. If you want to keep talking throw your weapons to me, tell me where I am, and what is this place." Leto says, keeping enough distance that he'd be able to shoot the second the man moves ((readied action, probably backing up to 10-15 feet distance))
intimidation 18
((thank the gods on the low roll to save from the kick. I just might make it out of this :P Though not sure to where from here...))
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Kierro:
Kierro nods. "I hope so. It feels like a large part of me is missing when I don't know who they are." He sighs and asks the acolyte: "All the same, thank you for hearing me out; I suppose it's simply a matter of time. What's your name?"
Mylene Durza
Mylene adjusts the studded leather armor and pulls at the tunic, adjusting both until she is comfortable. She pulls back the string of the longbow, testing the pull of the bow to make sure it feels comfortable, her confidence from the combined possession of longbow and bracers making her feel more at ease.
On finding a stream or other reflective surface - even using the narrow blade of the rapier if it is sufficient for the purpose, she gazes at her own reflection, feeling a sense of love wash over her that is just as powerful in its own way as the vision prompted by the bracers. She admires her own flawless and exotic features, her own fair skin, her own crystalline blue eyes, her own lustrous blond hair with a natural curl near the end of its shoulder length. She turns from side to side, and raises as eyebrow, noting her own alluring curves that the tunic does little to conceal. As intense as the vision from the bracers was, she is certain she has found a more profound sense of love, here - for herself. "Will you look at those. Oh, I suppose you did already. My, I am a vision. I don't blame you for staring, Walter. I think I've fallen in love."
After making minor adjustments to her hair and clothing, she says, "I'm ready to set off for this Phandalin of yours. I might still cause a carriage accident, but I'm less likely to get arrested for indecency at least."
"Ok..." The thug says, pulling out his shortsword and tossing it to you. He also tosses you a dagger. "Where you are is Phandalin, in our base, which is under some ruins in the town."
"I am Sister Garaele." The elven female says with a friendly smile. "Feel free to stop back anytime and we can discuss matters as you wish, maybe talking will help bring back your memories..."
Vilana and Sylcan Naïlo
You head south a short distance then arrive at the main street of town. To your east is the road that leads out of town, to your west the main part of town. You see the shrine a few cottages down, then the large Stone Hill Inn. Across from the Inn is the Town Hall. Where are you headed to?
Honor...
You feel that tug still, the sense that some part of yourself is moving further away. You are barely able to restrain yourself from moving towards the door. Give me a Wis save, DC 10 at this point.
Honor, Latrious, and Naivara
"well, I have your names, and, as I told Honor, I will have to put a bounty on your heads if you don't return to at least tell me where the supplies might be, or what you have learned about them. I would like you to bring back what you find of my stuff, but realize that might be impossible, so whatever you can learn will be a good start." The shop owner tells you.
What do you do now?
Tessa...
"If it is adventure you are wishing, then I'd suggest talking to the Miner's Exchange, the Town Master, or maybe even the Lionshield Coster." The innkeep says with a nod. "Those would be the only ones I can think who might be looking for an adventuring sort." He gives you directions to the places. The miner's exchange is part of the town hall across the road, while Lionshield Coster is further down the road outside of the inn.
"Of course madame," Naivara says, trying to hide her surprise that the quiver could hold quite a bit more than what she initially thought. "Well find your missing goods, or at least a clue about where they might have been taken, and return to you." She goes to leave the shop, waiting for the rest outside while she looks up and down the street.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Tessa
Tessa wipes her face with the back of her hand. She says to the innkeep, "Blessings upon you for your kindness and information! I am in your debt. I always repay my debts." She flashes a smile at him. "Well, I will be off to secure work to repay my debt to you. Many thanks again!" She leaves the inn heading for the Lionshield Coster, whistling a tune.
She thinks to herself, a fine day indeed. Food in her belly, people eager to impart information to her without any needed encouragement, and adventure right around the corner. The memory of the broken lad comes to mind again as well as the candy. Life always seems to work out in her favor one way or another. Her desire for raspberries returns. She licks her lips in anticipation of raspberries as she approaches the mercantile store.