The Tales of Faerûn - Campaign Thread

Tired and a little irritated "Very well, I guess if you want to make the appearances good. then I'll join you." He says nothing else but follows, and sets up in room9

Tagret will follow Saravena back to Glasstaff's room and set down his bedroll in the room outside the lab, setting it against the door so that if it opens he will be disturbed.

Once you have each found where you want to sleep, you settle down for the night. However, in the silence of the night, you hear the sounds of the nothic carrying through the air. You fall asleep hearing it cackling manically. Otherwise, you have a peaceful sleep.

Somewhat refreshed, Rashana gathers her gear, wondering how long it will be before the Nothic turns on the goblins, the village and/or her and her companions. The concern passes quickly and she moves up into the ruins, enjoying the cold fresh air in her lungs. She surveys their surrounds as best she can, trying to catch sight of the path they must follow.

Tagret seems to be guided by Saravena, as do they all to varying extents. She does not find the arrangement displeasing, perhaps with the exception of her attitude to the nothic. As long as they continue on their journey, she will be content.

Saravena awakens from her mediative rest to the sound of goblins lightly snoring in one conner of the room where they had thrown down some pillows and blankets, they had taken from some of the spare cotes. Saravena gives the sleeping forms a smile, they had been so worried the nothic during the night even after she had reassured them numerous times, but luckily, they had finally been able to fall asleep. As she finally stands up Saravena can feel her body lacking the extra lightness and flexibility it had while under the effects of the mutagen and wonders to herself as she stares down at her hands, testing them by repeatedly opening then closing them, on what the long-term effects of the mutagen could be.

Brushing aside her own concerns with a shake of her head Saravena steps up to the desk to begin crafting a dose of the celerity mutagen, doing so as quietly as she can to allow Droop and Bitenose to continue to sleep. Once she finishes her work, she fills a couple of flasks with the brew for later before grabbing some of her rations and quietly makes her way to the large crevasse where the nothic was known stay. She sits down on the edge, feet dangling in the air, looking down into the pit trying to spot the odd creature but also taking note of whatever else was there.

Misha gets up and lights one of the torches, remembering his friend can't see in the dark. He does his morning routine giving praise to Mystra and thanks for the powers granted within. And a small ohmage to his father, rapier in his lap. Seeing the monk already awake and leaving.

"I suppose, we need to find our friend. I hope the mages quarters was to her liking."

Tagret rouses after a hearty nights sleep and Saravena attempts to get past him through the door.  Standing up out of her way he quickly gathers his things and heads out, all the better for the rest that has been had

As he joins Saravena and the others "Well rested I hope, time to be away as soon as possible I say.  Was Gundren wishing to come with us, or are we going out to find his kin without him?"

As you go about your way, the nothic seems to be missing.

After sitting for a bit of time unable to spot the nothic Saravena lets out a saddened sigh, she would have to study the creature another day. Bitenose and Droop join Saravena just before Tagret arrives, Bitenose still rubbing sleep from his eyes.

At Tagret's question Saravena gives a nod and smile, "Yes, my rest was quite good, I have almost figure out a new formula, but it is still just a bit out of my grasp. As for Gundren I do not know we will have to find him and ask. He may wish to stay in town with Sildar, I would not blame him, and it would be safer for him. We still have those orcs to deal with as well, that will free up the route here and could mean Sildar can get his people here quicker, as well as get us in better graces with the townmaster." 

Reluctantly Tagret nods at Saravena's logic "Perhaps.....Orc's it is then.  Let's get going then...no sense wasting more time in this comfort"

OOC: @Brit - can you remind us where the Orc's were - might as well move things along

Remembering that the job posting mentioned that the orcs were seen near Wyvern Tor, you make your way back through Phandalin and towards the northern exit. However, as you stand near the exit looking east, you realise that it will take more than a day to arrive at Wyvern Tor.

Rashaha tightens the straps on her pack, nods to the others then proceeds east.

As the group decide on chasing down the Orcs, Tagret does express a desire to pick up a couple of items, specifically;

Caltrops (4 bags), Grappling Hook  (standard price 2GP, 2SP by my reckoning)

Staring at the road leading out of town Tagret comments "First step's always the hardest...let's get going"

Rashana stares at the goliath for a moment, blinks once, then nods. "Indeed."

You continue along the trail heading east. It is a quiet pleasant trip. Until you see a white dragon flying over head before it flies into the mountains to the south.

Eventually, the light of the day begins to fade and soon night will fall.

As the sun starts to head toward the horizon, Rashana slows her pace a little. "We should find a place to camp." She says. She spends then next few miles sizing up likely places: a little off the road,  water nearby if possible, secluded and, ideally, defensible by virtue of rocks, cliffs or ruins.

Survival: 4

Unfortunately she find none of those things, and begins to resign herself to the possibility that she will have to sleep with her back to a tree listening to Misha complain.

Misha states "I agree Rashana, but considering the dragon we just saw. Out of sight from above would be good." He helps by pointing out places she might not of seen.

ooc: Hoping for a reroll of that survival.

(( If that counts as help, another survival roll: 15 ))

"That is the second time we have seen that dragon," Saravena remarks glancing in the direction of the dragon's flight. "I wonder if the orc problem is caused by the dragon taking some of their territory. It could cause imbalances in other areas as well; the village may have more trouble on the horizon if that is the case."

"So you've seen that wyrm more than once?" Misha asks.